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The forest was still that night, like the calm before a storm. It felt eerily silent, save for the occasional bird calls, the ever-present rustle of leaves, and the gentle click-click-click of research equipment. It was as if every living soul in the forest knew what was about to happen except me. The cold light of the full moon diffused through the sparse cloud cover, dimly illuminating the clearing I sat in with a tinge of dark silver that mixed with the flickering gold light of the hurricane lantern resting on the folding table.

Dr. Mia Softpaw, my research advisor and mentor, sat quietly beside me on the only seat-shaped log in the clearing, waiting with a mix of weariness and anticipation on her face. The light gray spotted cat-kin was busy scribbling something on a sheet of vellum attached to her clipboard, idly swishing her tail back and forth as she wrote. She looked quite out of place here in the woods, in a knee length black skirt and green blouse with her gray-flecked black hair tied back in a neat bun. Still, she seemed entirely unbothered by either the cold, the dark, or what her test subject might be about to do.

Her pocketwatch buzzed, signaling another thirty minutes had passed. Silencing the alarm, she looked up from the clipboard, her jade green cat eyes meeting mine. "Any changes yet, Flora?" she asked.

"None at all," I replied. "I'm starting to think it's not coming tonight. Should we pack up and try again next full moon?"

"Best not to risk it." She shook her head. "We can give it another hour. It's only two in the morning. Besides, if I miss your first shift, then I'd have to find a new test subject to curse," she replied with a wry smile. The woman started to wind her pocketwatch again, setting up for another half hour of waiting.

Acquiring lycanthropy is easy, to the point that people have been known to pass it on entirely by accident. Being present for when the first shift comes on, however, is the challenge. It could take months, or even years after a bite before the curse surfaced; this was already month four for me. When the change did come on though, we'd be ready to capture some important data on a werewolf's first shift. My first shift.

It had all started in the lab, with an offhand comment she'd made about the state of wild magic research, and a suggestion for how we could put all of her state-of-the-art thaumaturgic metrology equipment to good use. I'd volunteered, half-jokingly at first, but she'd sounded so excited to do the work. Then, it was the simple matter of finding a lycanthrope, and convincing her to bite me. 'Hey girl, wanna make me a werewolf?', as it turns out, is quite the pick up line in the circles I run in. The bite hurt like hell for a week, but, goddess, the sex was worth it.

I'm glad my advisor had never asked exactly how I'd come to be bitten so quickly after we'd hatched the plan 'cause I'm not sure what lie I'd have had to make up. I certainly couldn't have told her the truth.

These trips weren't all just for fun though; this side project of ours could be important for the field of thaumaturgical science. From Dr Softpaw's hypothesis, with the measurements we were going to take from this first shift, we could work out the precise amount of magic energy we'd need to break a lycanthropic curse, and more importantly, better characterize the seemingly arbitrary rules of wild magic. All real 'in the weeds' thaumaturgical science, but important nonetheless. The kind of research that would get published in a good journal and might even get citations. One night a month of my time was almost nothing to spend, weighed against how much this could further my academic career. It was also a nice excuse to spend time with Mia, who I'd grown awfully fond of over the year she'd been my research advisor.

She was kind and pretty, with a razor sharp intellect. Most people only saw an aloof, distracted woman, but in the time I'd spent with her, I'd seen firsthand how wrong that first impression was; she was an excitable and passionate, if shy woman. Once you got her going about thaumaturgy, she could talk all night, and as it turned out I loved to listen to her.

Truthfully, she was exactly my type, though I never could bring myself to say anything to her. Leaving aside how inappropriate the relationship would be, I was twenty four years her junior, and seriously doubted she'd be interested in a woman half her age. Not to mention, I had no idea if she even was interested in women at all. If anything, she was married to her work, and I'd always got the feeling she was the kind of woman that had no time for romance. That said, I would be lying if I told you I didn't daydream about telling her how I felt from time to time.

Bored and needing something to do, I fiddled with the gain dial on one of the thaumaturgic flux meters pointed towards me, hearing it click softly at a rate barely above baseline, then double-checked the ticker tape it was dispensing. Everything seemed in order. As I finished adjusting the device, Mia piped up.

"Flora?" she asked.

"Mhm?"

"Why did you agree to do this? It just hit me how mad it was of me to ask you to go through all of this just for research, and yet you did. I've been feeling guilty about it all night. I mean, I asked you to get bitten by a werewolf. I asked you to get cursed for me!"

The question caught me off guard. It wasn't as if she could do this without an assistant; lycanthropy was a human curse after all. Something about the already animal nature of beast-kin put them at odds with these kinds of shifting curses, thaumaturgical scholars assumed. I certainly hadn't thought she was asking too much. Had she? Had I only said 'yes' because she was pretty and asked nicely? I thought for a moment about how to reply, knowing that I ought to not mention how I'd felt it was a good excuse to spend time with her. "Well, it's probably tacky to say, but having my name on a paper next to the Dr. Softpaw was a big part of it. And I dunno, being a wolf for one night a month always seemed kind of fun to me."

She chuckled. "I suppose there are far worse curses to have than lycanthropy. Still, I worry I've asked far too much of you. I hope you haven't felt pressured into this; I mean, I am your advisor after all. I always have the wolfsbane if you change your mind."

"Of course I don't feel pressured, Mia. I'm as excited to see these results as you are. Besides, I've enjoyed these long nights. You're awfully nice company, y'know."

She blinked, seeming taken aback. "I- erm... well then." Her gaze wandered down to the ground for a moment, then back to me. "Very well." There was a tinge of hesitation in her voice as she replied, as if she wasn't used to taking a compliment. She still smiled, however. A genuine, kind smile that made my heart soar. "I look forward to these full moon trips, you know."

"Me too." I replied. "You know, of all the advisors I could have been stuck with, I'm glad I got you." I wanted to say more, but I was sure in that moment that I'd be overstepping.

She blushed, seemingly not sure what to say, fidgeting with her paws in the same way she did when she was anxiously waiting for an important experiment to finish back in the lab.

I leaned back, looking up at the stars I so seldomly got to see this far from the city, taking in the crisp early spring night air, and waiting for the other shoe to maybe, just maybe drop.

* * *

The changes were almost imperceptible at first. I felt it as a longing, distant in my mind. Gradually, that longing built, until it clawed at me, unbearable in its intensity. Over the course of minutes, it had drowned out almost every other thought. The urge to run, to be free, to hunt. I was starting to feel feverish, clouded, everything started to blur.

"Mia?" I said.

"Yes?" she asked.

"I think it's starting to take." I said, already distant.

She scrambled to her feet, grabbing her clipboard.

As if on cue, the thaumaturgic flux meter's clicking grew in pace, until it was almost a buzz.

Everything suddenly seemed so far away and dim, save for the moon, whose radiance bathed me in calming, cold fire. A desperate need came over me, to give over to her call. I felt her reach out to me, into me.

Looking down to my paws - hands - I felt a profound pain and sorrow. My body was wrong in a way that made my skin crawl. It made me want to claw at myself. The moonlight stroked my face, calming and beckoning me. It would be so easy to -

I gave myself over without a second thought.

The change came on so suddenly, and with such fury that the distant part of myself that was still aware could hear Mia gasp. She winced away as my hands started to shift in, becoming more paw-like, leathery pads emerging on my fingertips and palms, nails shifting to claws. The fur began to creep up my fingertips.

It was as if the moon grabbed ahold of me, taking me in its strong hands. Limbs stretched and muscles grew, tearing clothes, reforming in shapes more befitting the beast I was becoming. Digitigrade legs, my distant human self thought. Even as the violent changes rushed through my body, I felt no pain. Everything felt so right. It was like this was what I'd needed all my life.

The fur crept up my arms, finally meeting my shoulder. I hunched over, finding a posture more comfortable for my reshaped body. My tail - goddess! I had a tail! - caught the cold midnight breeze. A muzzle sprouted forth from my face, fangs emerged, ears shifted. As the final changes washed over my body, everything snapped into sharp focus. It was done. I was finally whole.

I was overcome with a need to shout, to call to the heavens. This body - it was mine in a way that my human form never was. The feeling was indescribable; I wouldn't even know where to start. I called out to the moon with a piercing howl, a mournful, joyous call, of the sorrow of having never known my true self, and of the joy of becoming. The wolves of the forest carried my cry on the wind, echoing into the night.

The moon released me from her grip, and I was left winded and panting on all fours, feeling the soft earth under my paws. My head still spun, filled with unfamiliar impulses and sensations, but I was nearly myself again, though undeniably changed.

Mia stepped up to me hesitantly, not even seeming to notice that she dropped her clipboard minutes ago. "Is it finished?" she asked.

I tried to speak, my unfamiliar maw mangling my words into a mess of growls. No use. I nodded instead.

Mia was shaking, and I could smell the sharp scent of fear on her, as well as something else I'd never smelled before and couldn't place. She shied away instinctually as I smiled, baring my sharp fangs in what I meant to be a placating gesture. "I- ah-" she stammered, unable to meet my eyes.

I tried to speak again, having slightly more luck. "It's okay," I forced out. I almost sounded like a dog trying to talk. I practically was. The words seemed harder to grasp, coming out of the daze of my first shift. "You're... safe..." I growled as I put my paw on her shoulder.

This made her even more flustered. "I... I know." She composed herself and returned to the topic at hand. "How do you feel?" she asked as she reached down for her clipboard. As she stood again, her forest green eyes glinted in the moonlight. The woman seemed beautiful, in a way she never had before.

Pushing that aside - even in this state, still coming out of the cloudy haze of my transformation, I knew now wasn't the time to say anything - I found an answer to her question. The words seemed distant still, like they weren't mine to speak. "Still spinning. But... I feel... right." That barely got the point across; I felt free. I felt whole. I felt things that were indescribable in my birth tongue.

She looked me over, taking notes as I paced around the campsite. My paws itched. I needed to run. I needed to chase. In due time, I reminded myself, still feeling amused by the oddness of what I was doing. I was still conscious, still in control, but the wolf inside me was screaming to do anything but this. Keeping my wolf side penned up like this was going to be exhausting, I realized, but the research was too important to ignore. I'd just wished Mia would hurry up.

"May I see your paw?" Mia asked. She looked it over, then scribbled on her clipboard. She then took some measurements with a tailoring tape, mumbling the numbers to herself. "My," she said with a nervous chuckle, "the first change really does come on strong." Despite the comforting touch of her small paws on me as she measured, it was growing harder to remain still. I felt like I might burst if all this energy didn't find an outlet.

Before I was ready, that outlet arrived. I heard a rustle in the bushes aside the clearing and my new predatory instincts took over. The intensity of my new-found need to hunt took me by surprise, and with my judgment still somewhat clouded by the onset of the curse, I acted on impulse. In the midst of her measuring my forearm length I sprung off towards the noise. Towards my prey.

"Wait!" she shouted. "I still need to finish my notes!" The shouts faded as I ran off further, galloping on fours, feeling the wind in my fur and the dirt in my paws.

* * *

I gave chase, following the scent of my prey, sprinting through the undergrowth, heart beating with excitement. As I gained on the creature, a doe, it darted through the trees with a practiced grace. I ran on, tracking by moonlight and instinct alone, through thickets and along deer-trails. With the cold air on my fur and the scent of the forest in my nose, I felt more like myself than I ever had before.

We wove through trees, our movements seeming like dance, practiced and played out thousands of times. She was faster, but I cut a trail through the forest straight to her, trampling brush and branches in my way. Soon my prey started to tire, to stumble. The doe turned back to look at me, wide eyed in terror as I pounced with fangs bared. As I moved in for the kill, my jaws over the deer's neck, I forced myself to stop. To kill this creature would have been such a waste; it was far too large for one wolf to have by herself, and besides, I was well-fed. There was no need. The wolf in me relented reluctantly, and in that moment I knew this incomplete hunt could never truly satisfy me. By the end of the night, I would need to see one through to the end.

I let my prey go.

The deer stood frozen there for a good moment until I gave it a push. "Go!" I said, and it sprung away.

I stood in the clearing, panting and reveling in the excitement of my first hunt. With the adrenaline gone, I came back down to reality, and slowly started coming to terms with the nature of the curse. Over the course of the hunt I had slowly returned to my senses, the daze of my transformation giving way to a real clarity. I was now fully in control, but my own desires and instincts mingled with those of the wolf deep within me. It felt good to listen to the wolf in me, and I desperately wanted to, but I could fight it if I needed. That is, most of the time at least; the wolf had taken over entirely for much of that chase. I shuddered at the thought this could happen again if I wasn't careful.

I sprung up, startled by another rustling in the bushes coming from behind me, and jumped to attention, tail up and ears back, then wound up, preparing to pounce. With the rustling came faint shouting that slowly grew louder: Mia calling out to me. I relaxed my tense hind legs, then chuckled to myself, feeling a bit embarrassed at how much of a pain I'd caused my advisor. As the rustling grew louder, my paws started to itch with a desire to pounce that I pushed down, despite the wolf's urging.

She sprinted into the clearing on fours at full speed, catching her forepaw on a branch and tumbling ass over teakettle into the center. Cats, as it turns out, do not always land on their feet. "Shit," she swore under her breath as she started to get up, in what was more of an emotional outburst than I'd seen all night from her. "Owww."

"You okay, Mia?" I asked as I started to get up. Speaking was becoming more natural to me now that my head was clearer, and I was now having much more success. The words seemed far less distant, but still strange in my mouth, almost like I was speaking the wrong language. My voice sounded more gruff, huskier, a different kind of feminine from the one I was used to.

"Yes. Fine. Thank you," Mia replied, as she shook out her forepaw. I stood up, hulking over the woman, smiling down in an amused full-fang smile. Then, offering out a sharp-clawed paw, which she took hesitantly, I pulled her up, surprised to see the woman who just minutes ago had a whole head on me, hardly even came up to shoulder height. Her deep green cat eyes met mine for a moment and she gripped my claw tight. After staring for entirely too long of a time to be polite, she let go and looked to the ground, embarrassed. "Thank you, Flora," she mumbled as she dusted herself off.

"Sorry about that," I said, feeling very much not sorry about it. The chase had felt unlike anything I had ever known before, but it seemed like the right thing to say.

"Think nothing of it. Will you come back to the campsite with me? I promise it will only be a few minutes more."

"Yeah," I said, with a small husky chuckle. When you got down to it, there was something quite funny about feeling the call of the wolf inside you driving you to hunt, and telling her 'not now, I've got to do homework.'

"Excellent. Shall we?"

We traced our steps back about a mile to the campsite by following the tangle of broken branches and trampled brush I had left in my wake. I was surprised and chilled to see the destruction I'd managed to cause during my brief chase; it was in this moment when I'd fully grasped how truly strong I was in this form.

* * *

The campsite was exactly as we'd left it, though the hurricane lantern had dimmed and was flickering from the oil running low. No matter. I didn't need it anymore, and Mia always could see just fine at night. I snuffed out the flame and we resumed our work in the dark.

"Goodness," she said as she looped the measuring tape around my torso. "I've never seen a shifted werewolf up close until tonight. You really are quite imposing. Arm out, please."

I obliged, and she wrapped the tape around my bicep, running her paws across my muscle as she closed the tape loop, dwelling just too long to be polite.

Mia looked up to me. The moonlight shimmered off of her eyes. "Quite... imposing..." she trailed off. I didn't need to smell the fresh scent of desire coming from her to know what she was thinking about, it was written all over her face. Catching herself, and seeming quite embarrassed, she grabbed her clipboard and scribbled the measurements into it, staring intently into it like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

The itch I felt, to hunt in the moonlight, gave way to a new primal desire. It was in that moment, when I was more of myself than I ever had been, that I knew I couldn't hold my feelings back for my advisor anymore. The wolf in me urged me to be far more bold than I had ever been with her, reveling in the excitement of this new kind of hunt. I smiled, a full-fang smile that flustered her even more. "Mia," I said, amusement tinging my voice, "you seem distracted. Is something on your mind?"

"Oh, I just... It's nothing." The woman's eyes darted away from mine.

"Well if it's nothing, carry on then," I replied, following the instincts of the wolf in me. I let her work in silence, gathering data from a smattering of thaumaturgical devices, each one more esoteric than the last, letting her work herself up. My wolf side guided me to hold back; teasing, after all, was a vital part of this chase. Mia continued, growing progressively more flustered as her work went on. I pretended not to notice, reveling in the anticipation of what was to come.

I wanted desperately to give into my urges and kiss Mia, to feel her fur on my paws. The desire thick in the air told me she desperately needed my touch almost as badly as I needed hers. Wolves are just as sensitive to body language as they are to scent, I was rapidly learning. Still, I held back; my wolf had not yet had her fill, and moreover, I could never lead her into something she couldn't tell me, in her words, that she was ready for. I needed her to come to me, and a woman like her is worth all the patience in the world.

"Flora, I'm finished." she said, after marking the last measurement. There was a touch of hesitation and nervousness in her voice. "Will you stay with me for a moment before you leave?" she asked, fidgeting with her paws in that same nervous way as she looked up to me, having trouble meeting my eyes. Her tail flitted unsteadily. "I have, erm, matters I wish to discuss." It looked like she had mustered all of her courage for this, and I tried to stifle a smile at knowing what was about to come next. She was awfully cute, and so easy to read when she was flustered like this.

I nodded and took a seat on the log across from her, leaning down to be closer to her standing height. The cat-kin woman's gaze moved across my broad-shouldered muscular figure, dwelling long enough for me to notice. "Something on your mind, Mia?" I asked, while trying to still my own tail.

"I... I don't know how to say this. I, erm... Goddess this is unprofessional, but," Mia shifted uncomfortably, and paused for a long moment to gather her thoughts. "You really are quite beautiful. I must be honest, all night I could think of nothing else but telling you..."

"Doctor Softpaw," I interrupted, teasing, "Are you coming onto me?" I let out a low husky laugh. The poor woman was so clearly out of her element, and I could feel the wolf within goading me onward. "I'd never pegged you as the type to mix business and pleasure."

She looked down, seeming chagrined, lowering her tail. "I'm sorry. It was improper. Please forget it. I shouldn't have said anything."

I brushed a gray-flecked lock of hair out from her worried face, and as the blunt side of my claw brushed her cheek, her breath caught. Gently lifting her chin up so her eyes could meet mine, I leaned in, and gave her a full-fanged grin. She had an expression much like the cornered deer from earlier. "Now, Mia. What ever gave you that idea?" I asked, close enough to her to feel her sharp, quick breaths on my snout.

"I... erm..." she stammered for a moment, then found her strength. "I have feelings for you, Flora. I've had them for months. It's just, tonight, I couldn't stop myself from telling you. You're... I... Goddess, it's wrong to want this, but..." There was a look of trepidation in her jade-green eyes, as she fidgeted with her paws and looked for the right words to say. She didn't need to say anything; from the way she looked up to me, her mouth slightly parted and the look of pure desire on her face, it would be impossible not to know what she needed in this moment.

Her confession lit a fire in me. I couldn't hold back my feelings any longer either. My heart beat in my chest as I leaned in close to her, speaking softly, "you don't know how happy it makes me to hear that, Mia."

She yelped in excitement as I swept her off her feet into my strong arms, kissing her passionately. She held tight to my shoulder to steady herself, and stroked the fur on the back of my neck. I felt down her back as I kissed her again, more tender, feeling her textured tongue against mine, wanting to show her with my affection everything I should have told her months ago but could never bring myself to say. I broke the kiss for a moment to tease, "Goddess, Mia, a grad student? How scandalous," before placing another tender kiss on her lips. The scents of heat and flowers and sweat filled my nose, as I moved down her neck, teasing her with soft kisses, feeling her slight shudders as she writhed in my arms.

Mia chuckled, embarrassed. "It's not like I make a habit of going around and kissing students, you know," she protested. She ran a paw through my fur and looked up into my eyes as a disbelieving smile crept across her face. Kissing my snout, she continued, "goddess, but you're a woman worth breaking the rules for."

I flushed, and smiled, taken off guard by the genuine complement. "Means a lot coming from you, doc." As she ran her paw through my chest tuft, I found a seat on the log, letting her settle into my lap. Drawing the blunt side of my claw down her arm, I continued, "by the by, I can't help but notice you very obviously have a thing for lycanthropes."

Mia blushed, and stammered, speaking softly while looking down, "I, ah, it's not like that. I just, erm..."

I gave a husky chuckle. "Now, now, Mia. Didn't you just say you couldn't contain yourself around me after I transformed?"

She swallowed, and her tail swished quickly. "I, um, suppose I might have..." she trailed off.

"I thought so."

She rallied admirably, considering, as she ran her paw over my thick, muscular arm as she continued, "but with a body like yours, can you blame me?"

"Goddess, it's so hard not to just keep teasing you. You make it too fun," I said as I tilted her chin up to place a quick kiss on her lips. "I want you too much for that though." We spent a sweet moment together as I held her in my arms, trading kisses, each of hers on my body feeling like a splash of warmth. I held her tight, my tail flitting back and forth as I nuzzled into the woman, feeling her soft gray-spotted fur, warm against my own coarse dark-gray fur. She purred soft and catlike as I stroked her head with a paw, holding some of my wolf side's urges back as to let her set the pace.

She smiled warmly, nuzzling into me and purring. Her own desire hung thick in the air, and she had a nervous excitement to her. After a moment, she spoke up. "You know, for a beast twice my size, you're awfully sweet when you're not teasing me," she said as she looked up into my eyes, the moonlight shimmering off of her own jade green eyes, and I could see exactly what she was about to ask. "Goddess, Flora, I know I'm far too forward for saying this but I need..." she trailed off, stopping herself from saying what she so desperately wanted.

"Need what?" I teased. "Tell me, Mia, do you need from this 'beast twice your size?'"

She stammered, "I, ah..."

I looked into her eyes, knowing what was coming. "Go on. You can say it," I replied, almost a whisper. Goddess, it was cute to see her all shy like this.

She blushed, seeming so unused to asking for what she wanted. "No, I shouldn't. Not with you in this state."

"Mia..." I looked down to her, baring my fangs in an amused smile. "Do you think I'm some mindless beast, dominated by my base desires? Beast? Sure. But mindless? I'm more aware now than I have ever been in my life. Every part of me - wolf and woman - wants you more than you could ever know." I tilted her chin up gently with a claw. "Now, I want to hear you say it."

My words seemed to embolden her. "Please, Flora. Make love to me," she said looking up to me, in almost a whisper. As soon as her words were out of her mouth however, the flustered embarrassment was plain on her face.

"Good girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?" I said, and scritched her chin. She melted into me and purred with contented excitement, knowing I couldn't resist giving her everything she could ever want, and giving herself over willingly to me with complete trust. I'd never dream of letting her down.

"You should know first that I haven't been with anybody for a very long time," she confessed as she nuzzled into my chest tuft. "But please don't think that means you can't be a little rough with me." She stood up slowly and unclasped the belt on her skirt, letting it fall to the ground, showing the barest outline of what was under her shift. I had to stop myself from pouncing on her then and there. She then slowly started to unbutton her blouse. Her light gray fur seemed almost blue in the light of the full moon.

"So," I said, as I pulled Mia close by the collar of her blouse, "the good doctor wants me to be rough with her..." I tilted her chin up so we were eye to eye. "She wants this beast to fuck her senseless?" I chuckled, low and husky as I took her top button in my paw, continuing, "why don't I get you out of these clothes then?"

She looked up to me, nodding, and replied "yes," in a weak voice. "Goddess, please," she continued with far more conviction, as she unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the ground, revealing the hem of her simple black slip underneath. Her tail flitted with excitement as she stood before me with an expression of pure need on her face.

I got to work. Unfastening buttons proved far harder than I'd anticipated; I still wasn't quite used to the size of these new paws, and after spending entirely too long on a middle button, my impatience got the better of me and I gave in, doing what the wolf in me was now screaming to do: with one quick bite, I tore at her blouse, snapping the last two buttons off, and tossed it to the ground next to her skirt. Mia gasped, and a crooked smile crept across her face. "This the kind of rough you had in mind, kitty?" I teased.

She grinned and nodded again, then eased the straps of her slip over her shoulders, letting it fall to her feet in a puddle of silk. The silver moonlight glimmered off her spotted fur, as she stood there with an anxious posture, her tail flitting behind her. She held her paws together and glanced up to me, with her lips slightly parted, and a look of nervous anticipation in her eyes.

Of course I was going to give my kitty what she needed.

I pushed Mia firmly against the thick tree beside her, holding her to the trunk, careful to not be too forceful; I was far stronger in this form than I was used to, and I didn't want to hurt her any more than she wanted to be. She gasped softly, then brought her paws up to feel up my fur. I kissed her neck gently, growling low and content, mixing in playful nibbles that made her squirm under my grasp.

Bringing my clawed paw to her waiting heat, I whispered in her ear, in my now naturally husky voice, "May I?" She nodded, enthusiastically, and spread her legs. By the time I parted her pink folds, she was already dripping. "My, my, so wet already," I teased, as I ran the pad of a clawed digit across her slit. Feeling her thighs tense up at the touch, I added, "oh, am I assisting you appropriately, doctor?"

"Y- yes," She replied, shuddering as I toyed with her, running my finger over her nub in slow swirls. All the clumsiness from earlier was gone; it was like my paws remembered exactly what to do. She let out low, purring moans, clinging to me, grinding her hips into me.

"Oh, Mia... I've only just started, and you're already a puddle. Tell me, Miss Softpaw, has it really been that long since somebody's given you the attention you deserve?"

Mia opened her mouth to protest, but all that came out was a small squeak of a moan. She relaxed, letting herself be taken by my touch, rocking her hips in time with my slow strokes. Held tight against the tree, she looked up with an expression of blissed helplessness. "Oh goddess, Flora, y-you - mm - those paws."

I rumbled a small chuckle of appreciation, wanting nothing more in the world than to sate her lust and feed the roaring flame of desire burning in my heart. Soon, her slick cunt soaked my claw as I worked her closer and closer, her breaths growing ragged and her body tensing. I brought myself closer to her, feeling her chest rise and fall as I toyed with her, feeling her shallow breaths brush my fur. My slow, passionate strokes brought her ever closer.

Her moans reached new heights as I picked up my pace. I worked her pussy passionately, holding her firm with my free paw, letting her grind into my paw, faster, harder, building up until she could bear it no more. "Goddess, Flora! I'm close - I'm so close!" she whimpered. "I'm - I'm-"

Mia arched her back, tensing up as I brought her past the point of no return. She moaned, a long, deep drawn out cry that echoed into the night, and held to me, lost in the bliss of my touch while waves of ecstasy rippled through her. Her breaths grew more ragged and quick, her breaths more desperate as my fingers matched her pace, her body tensing in an erratic rhythm, the points of her claws digging into my fur.

Gradually her hips slowed.

Mia let out a deep, contented sigh, returning to the present, relaxing into my arms. She smiled up to me, with an expression I'd never seen on her face before now - one of fond affection. I knew I was a lucky woman to see it. "Goddess," she said. "That was incredible." Small shudders still rippled through her body in the afterglow.

I held her tight, and kissed her tenderly, starting at her cheek and moving to her neck. Soft purrs came from her as she caught her breath, smiling back to me in satisfaction. Goddess, I lived for this. After a moment, I spoke up. "Oh, Miss Softpaw. I can still smell the scent of desire all over you. Should we continue this line of research?"

"Yes. Goddess yes."

"Then show me how badly you need it."

Mia's breath caught, and she looked up into my eyes for a long moment before she replied, "yes, Flora."

She felt me up with eager paws, teasing and working her way down past my muscular abs to rest on the shaft of my stiff, knotted cock. Her gaze drifted downward as well, lingering on it long enough that I knew what she was thinking. I tilted her chin up, meeting her gaze. "Drink up, my kitty," I teased.

Mia ran her paws through my fur, kissing down my chest to my waiting cock. She knelt on the blanket, holding it by its knot and bringing her lips down onto the precum welling on the tip in a gentle kiss.

She began slowly, with soft teasing licks up my shaft, and I savored the feel of her rough-textured tongue. I growled low rumbles in appreciation, holding her by her bun. "Mm, that's it, Mia," I praised, and as she swirled her tongue sloppily around my head my breath caught.

I pulled her gently in closer, and she brought her lips down on my cock one more time, stopping just short of engulfing the head. She took a breath, and looked up into my eyes, giving me a fangy grin, and said, "goddess, you're big, Flora. I don't think I can take all of that." As she brought her paws up to grab my slick cock, she added, "No matter. My two paws will do just fine."

I grinned, and as she brought her padded paws down my cock in a gentle stroke, I let out a soft moan, which grew louder as she brought her rough-textured tongue back up in a sloppy, slow lick. "Mm, just like that," I growled in praise. She fell into a rhythm, driving me wild with strokes that grew ever faster. I thrust my hips, matching her pace.

Mia brought her small furred breasts up to my cock, pressing it into them with her paws, and looked into my eyes with anticipation, waiting for the thrust of my knotted cock, which I couldn't hold back from giving her. The feeling was indescribable - the sensations of her soft fur and paws on my cock, the scent of her arousal in the air - it was all so overwhelming; for a moment I almost let the wolf take control of me. I held just a bit of my wolf side's ferocity back, panting as I fucked her tits.

"Oh goddess, Flora!" she exclaimed, taken by surprise with the fury of my thrusts. She brought her tongue down on my cock once again, forcing out a groan from me that was unbefitting of the beast I was. I needed more of her, unable to contain my wolf side's single-minded needs as the warmth of a climax started to build up inside me.

Slipping a single paw down to her cunt, she moaned softly as I thrust into her breasts, bringing myself ever closer to the point of no return. The scent of her heat drove me into even more of a frenzy.

Everything blurred as I pushed myself to a razor edge, growling, "fuck, Mia, I'm close, I'm close, I'm so fucking-" She grabbed my cock by its knot with her free paw, still covered in her wet heat. The swirls she gave with her rough tongue were almost too much for me to bear. I couldn't hold the tide back any longer. She pushed me over, and everything came crashing in at once in a rush of all-encompassing ecstasy. I filled her mouth with splashes of thin cum, my cock pulsing in time with the waves of warm pleasure crashing over me as I roared in delight. She stroked my shaft with enthusiasm, milking everything out of me as my knees went weak and I lost myself to her touch. I writhed, holding her closer to me, growling out moans that grew gradually longer.

As the euphoria began to subside, giving way to a familiar warmth, my growls of passion turned gradually to a quiet rumble of contentment. Mia felt me up, purring to herself, seeming satisfied with her work. As I caught my breath, she wiped her mouth with the back of her paw and spoke up. "Goodness" was all that she could say. She didn't need to say anything else. Her smile said it all.

I held her firm in my arms, and kissed her, running a paw down her back and along the length of her tail. She looked up to me with an expression of pure need. "Something else you want, my kitty?" I asked between kisses, while intense, bestial desire burned in me.

"Oh goddess, what don't I want from you, gorgeous?" she replied with a small chuckle. After a brief pause, she continued. "Well... There is one thing."

"Oh?"

"I see it in your eyes - you've been holding back some of your wolf side, haven't you?" She stroked my muzzle with her paw. "Are you worried I won't be able to handle you, dear?"

I nodded. The wolf inside me ached for more, and I knew full well what it was like to give up control - giving myself over to the animalistic needs of my wolf side had been frightening, and yet, truly exciting.

"Please don't worry about that. Let go. Let me say this in no uncertain terms: I need you to ravish me like the beast you are." She took my paws in her hers, gripping them tightly. "I'm yours, my wolf. All of me."

"Of course." I grinned, all fang, looking down at the small woman. "But, please tell me if you need me to stop or slow down. I still don't quite know my own strength," I added, a bit more serious. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Oh, I'm not that fragile, dear." She kissed me on the side of my muzzle. "But much appreciated."

I narrowed my eyes, and leaned in. "So, my kitty wants me to let loose, huh?" I bared my fangs in a grin, chuckling softly as I tilted her chin up. Her breath caught as our eyes met briefly. I drew out the moment before I continued. "She needs this beast to fuck her senseless?"

"Goddess yes. Please, Flora, tell me how you want to use me," she begged in a soft, pleading voice.

"On your fours," I ordered in a gentle but firm voice, shooting her a menacing smile that told her exactly what I had in store for her. She obliged, first straightening and pulling out the corner of the blanket she'd laid out for the campsite. She held her tail high, swishing it while looking back to me, with expectation and a glistening wet pussy. "That's a good girl. I'm going to have such fun with you," I said as I ran a padded finger over her slit, stepping up behind her, feeling the anticipation, ready to give my lover what she so desperately needed, the wolf's lustful anticipation swam in my mind, until I could think of nothing more.

I stood over her, taking the base of her tail in my paw, and pulling it out of the way. Holding to her hip with my other paw, I brought my cock to her waiting lips. She let out a soft moan as I teased her, sliding my knotted girl cock over her slit before slowly sinking it in up to its tip.

She gasped as I plunged it further, gripping hard to the blanket, and lighting a fire in my heart like I've never known before. I howled to the moon in a joyous cry, and once again, the wolves of the forest carried my call on into the night, until it was nothing more than echoes. Mia shuddered under my grip, as I took her shoulder in my claw, and her knees went weak as I sunk my hard wolf cock into her again, eliciting a sharp gasp.

She let out a long, drawn out moan as I pulled her into me, savoring the feeling of being engulfed by her tight, warm pussy. I thrust hard into her, filling her cunt with my stiff womanhood, in rapid, deep strokes, as I rumbled growls of delight. She moaned in time with my thrusts, pushing back with her hips, her paws gripping the blanket tight, bunching it up. I continued, in a hard, driving rhythm, and she goaded me on with her cries of "harder!"

Of course I was going to give my kitty what she needed. I dug my claw firmly into Mia's shoulder, and she moaned in delight, smiling a crooked smile back up to me. Using her like a toy, I filled her in rapid, deep thrusts, sending her over the edge in moments. She let out a long, deep moan, drawing out the bliss of an orgasm I felt shudder through her whole body. I kept up the pace, unable to hold back, bringing her to a second climax in short order, one more intense than the first, her cries of my name echoing into the night. She tensed up, savoring the feel of my thick cock in her twitching cunt, pushing her hips back into me, giving deep, throaty moans.

"Oh, f-fuck, just like that..." Mia's cries grew more unsteady, and her knees wobbled more and more as I rode her hard. Before long, they'd given out entirely, and she started to stumble to the ground, tensing in orgasmic bliss, purring in delight.

My weak-legged mate gasped as I took her in my paws, picking her up by the waist, and bracing her chest to hold her up. She was light in my arms, almost nothing to a beast like me, and I fucked her like the toy she so desperately wanted to be treated as, reveling in her blissed cries of "yes! Oh goddess, yes!" The warm ecstasy of her tight, wet heat engulfing my cock just made me want more. I needed all of her. I nipped at her shoulders, and growled to her, "you like this, my slut?"

"Oh goddess yes, F-Flora. It's so good!"

As I rode her, a familiar heat started to well in me, and with it came a new sensation: the bliss of having given over truly to my wolf side's instincts. I grabbed her in my arms and rolled her over, so she was facing me; I wanted her to look me in the eyes as I finished in her. Mia's expression was one of pure need as she looked up to me with her wide, jade green eyes. She was beautiful under me, with her expectant gaze and mussed bun nearly come undone.

My claw closed around her wrist tightly, pinning her to the ground. "Good girl," I praised, and I kissed slowly up her neck, then spoke, soft and husky, into her ear, "does she need my cum in her?"

"Please, baby." With pleading in her eyes, she nodded, biting her lip. Did she really think I was going to deny her?

I thrust my cock into her, faster and deeper, nibbling down her neck and feeling her squirm under my grasp. She moved her hips in time with my thrusts, panting feverishly, lost in the blissful crescendo of another climax. "Oh, fuck..." she moaned, into my chest. "F-f-ff..."

The heat in my belly grew from an ember to an inferno. As I pushed myself nearly to the point of no return with deep, passionate thrusts, ripples of blissful fire roared through my body. "Oh, Mia!" I groaned. "I'm close, I'm so fucking-" From the way her arms trembled as she clung to me, I knew she was on a razor's edge as well.

"Flora!" Her voice was quiet and strained.

I growled as the roaring heat inside me reached its peak, then thrust my swollen knot into her all the way, pushing her over the edge with me. Everything blurred, and I let out an involuntary moan of a roar as I was swept up in a tidal wave of blissful heat. We held tightly together, our bodies racked with euphoric spasms, as we lost ourselves to the climactic ecstasy. She cried out, grabbing my shoulder in her claw and arching her back, curling her paw-toes, her tight, warm, twitching pussy pulling me ever deeper into her, milking out everything my pulsing cock had. I growled in delight, letting my sticky, thin cum flow into her while her cries of passion played accompaniment to my roars. She ran her paws down my back, and her electric touch and the sharp points of her claws drove me wild.

Mia cried out another long, drawn out moan, between gasping breaths that started gradually to slow. As our shared climax subsided, she clung to me with trembling arms, still panting hard from the exertion, and nuzzling firm into my chest fur as she caught her breath. Her pussy twitched violently on my cock, slowing gradually as we lay together, satisfied, in our tie.

I stroked her fur gently with a claw, while we basked in the afterglow, breathing hard. She sighed, and I felt years of tension leaving her.

"Goddess, Flora," was all she could get out. I smiled back, knowing that I probably couldn't get much more out either.

We lay together in each other's arms for a long while, tied together and contented. I kissed her tenderly, and ruffled her already-quite-mussed hair, letting her catch her breath. The wolf in me could never be fully sated, but she was willing to acquiesce for now, satisfied with a successful hunt.

"You really know how to show a girl a good time," Mia said, as she ran a paw along my neck fur. I don't think I'd ever seen her so relaxed before.

Still out of breath, all I could manage was a grin and nod. I held her tight for a while, kissing her body and stroking her fur, until my knot finally released from her. "Should we clean up?" I asked.

She nuzzled between my breasts. "I'm very comfortable now, so please give it a moment," she replied.

"Good. I don't want to move either."

As I stroked her hair and whispered sweet nothings to her, she nuzzled up to my chest. Before long, the worn-out cat-kin had drifted off, snuggled up to my chest. I gave her a kiss on her forehead, a quiet "g'night," and continued to stroke her hair, all my thoughts of hunting melting away as I held her soft body in my arms. The rise and fall of her chest calmed me, and I closed my eyes, holding her gently, careful as to not wake her, thinking about how lucky a woman I was to have her in my arms. Slowly, and without meaning to, I drifted off to sleep with her under the stars, unconcerned with my messy fur or lack of sheets.

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When I awoke near midday, Mia was still fast asleep in my arms, though my form had shifted back overnight. My hands looked almost like they were mine again, but a distant longing for my wolf body still lingered. That longing would never fully leave me after that night, waxing and waning with the phases of the moon.

My stirring roused her as well, and as she came to, she chuckled softly to herself. I brushed a pine needle off of her face and kissed her on her snout. "Morning, sleepyhead. What's so funny?" I asked.

"Oh, it's nothing," she said, with a smile on her face I'd only ever seen a few times in the year I'd known her. She brushed a messy lock of gray-flecked black hair out from in front of her face. "It's just, you knew we had a tent."

"I just couldn't bear the thought of waking you." I smiled back to the groggy cat woman, who had just rolled over and was stretching out on fours, arching her back up and yawning wide-mouthed. "Plus, I figured it'd be a bad idea to fish around in your bag when I still had sharp claws."

"Can't fault that I suppose, but how could you even sleep last night? Weren't you freezing?" She grabbed her blouse off of the ground, and brushed a bit of mud off of it, then started putting it on.

"Nope, thanks to you, I had a warm and fluffy pillow to cuddle up to," I replied. I looked down, realizing I was still naked, and blushed. "But now that you mention it, since you're up, could you fetch my clothes please?"

She barked a laugh. "Why, were you thinking of stitching something together from the scraps?" She finally got down to the missing buttons on her blouse, and smiled.

Shit. I'd forgotten. I stared blankly for a moment, the realization that I had no clothes to wear taking me by surprise. The shreds still lay strewn around where I'd shifted. What was I even going to wear?

"One moment. I'll fetch you something, dear." She reached her whole arm into her bag, rooted around for a moment and pulled out a short-sleeved forest green dress, still on the hanger, which she handed to me and I took with a smile and nod. "There. That should do nicely. Coffee?"

"Goddess, please," I said as I fumbled the dress over my head. A bit more femme than I usually went for, but cute nonetheless. It fit surprisingly well, and it would do just fine, so long as I covered the tail cutout with my cloak so my ass wouldn't be hanging out.

She spent a bit gathering the supplies from her bag - some whole coffee beans, a small glyph-powered camp stove, a hand grinder, some strange cone filter apparatus that looked like lab glassware - it honestly made me wonder what wasn't in that bag. As she prepped the coffee methodically in the same way I'd seen her do countless times before, she hummed a little tune to herself. I busied myself by tidying the campsite, folding the blanket and finding a home for each of the devices in her seemingly bottomless bag, then lighting a small fire for us to sit around.

After a short while, she had a steaming mug of coffee in one paw, and another one for me on the folding table. I took it graciously, and thanked her, then found a seat on the log next to her. Even without sugar or cream, the black coffee tasted almost sweet, like chocolate and berries. I sighed, letting its warmth soak through my bones. "This is pretty good stuff," I said. Her coffee always was.

She beamed, and leaned onto me, resting her head on my shoulder. "Thought you'd like it."

After a nice quiet moment together, she spoke up. "I had a lovely time last night," she said, then smiled.

"Likewise." I grinned back.

"That said, I realize I've put you in an awkward position. I would understand if you want to have this be a one time thing and keep our relationship strictly professional," she said with a tinge of anxiety to her voice, like she'd somehow worked her way into thinking I could ever want that after last night. It was awfully sweet, considering. "I mean, I am your advisor after all."

"Huh? Nah," I replied. "Professional's no fun. Let's do dinner tonight, my treat. I like you an awful lot, and I'd love for this to be more than just a fling, if you'll have me."

"Really?" Mia shot back a warm, affectionate smile. "Goddess, you don't know how happy it makes me to hear that." She kissed me on my cheek, and ruffled my short hair. After a short moment she added, "you know, Flora, it's still quite early. Do you, um..."

"Yes?" I asked before taking another sip.

The fire crackled softly, filling the silence as she worked up the courage to ask, "do you think we have time for a quick follow up in your current form? Just for research purposes of course." She flushed, and couldn't meet my eyes for a moment, looking just as embarrassed by her forwardness as she had last night.

I tilted her chin up so her eyes met mine, and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "Ah, research. Of course." Goddess, I was such a lucky woman.

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