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Evan had never liked going out at night. But it was worse than ever these days.

He was walking along the sidewalks of the city street, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible - not normally a challenging feat for a five-six shrimp who probably weighed a buck twenty soaking wet, but it sure felt like it sometimes. Would that he didn’t have to be out there at all, but there was a need - his girlfriend, Janice, had a headache and had run out of her over-the-counter painkillers, and had asked him to run to a general store several blocks away to pick some up for her. The closest place by foot which had them, but it still felt like far too far as far as Evan was concerned. But he hadn’t protested, nervous as he was - for someone like him, awkward and somewhat shut-in, not exactly a romantic or passionate sort, having a girlfriend was not something he could ever take for granted, and he wanted to be sure he did the right thing to make sure she stayed happy enough.

It shouldn’t have been that way. It was a warm night, warm enough that he was dressed quite light, a T-shirt and jean shorts and flip flops - quick and easy, maybe not ideal for a walk but he just wanted to make things as quick as possible. It should have been a night that was pleasant and enjoyable…but the city was frightening at night, and even as he was walking back, he felt his skin crawling. It was only fifteen, twenty minutes, but a lot could happen in fifteen to twenty minutes. Some might have expected him to be afraid of muggers, or drunk drivers, or just belligerent drunks period…but Evan’s fears were far more threatening than any of those, none of which were around as much anymore thanks to them.

Shifters. Werecreatures, or just Weres. The Changers. Whatever one called them, it all meant the same thing.

They’d come on the scene several years back, and their numbers had surged. Taking human forms to blend in, until they decided not to, and charged into animal-like forms that stood on two legs and had muscles for days. And every shifter would tell you, no matter how willingly they’d been changed or how much they liked it even after the fact, the latter form was the TRUE form - the human one was a mask, artificial, no longer what they truly felt like they SHOULD be. A rising number were taking that shape full-time, casting away any attachment to their human forms, and they were rising in prominence as well. Most claimed it was a gift; most who didn’t have it called it a curse. Either way, it wasn’t something truly natural behind it - there was a power in there, a force that didn’t play by the same rules as the rest of the world.

It was a far cry from the werewolves of legend. Not in shape - oh, there were wolves, they were relatively common, as were other canids. But that was where the consistency ended, and even that was far from uniform - shapes of tons of different types of animals had been seen, even some that were extinct or otherwise imaginary. There was no full moon connection - shifters shifted completely voluntarily, barring rare cases of subconscious backlash where a ‘reluctant’ shifter locked into their were form due to a clash between their conscious mind rejecting the shape but something deep down desiring it. Any time of day, month, or year, they could do as they wanted - though, they more often took their true shapes at night, when it was easier for them to not be noticed by those they didn’t want to be noticed by. The transformation was also not painful - in fact, many reporting the change to the were form to be quite pleasing, even arousing, and some primarily took their human forms just so they could experience that re-emergence later on. And they weren’t purely animalistic in mind - all of them retained their intelligence, memory, and their personality. The only changes came when one turned into a shifter, and they inhabited their mind in all forms - a greater affinity for the outdoors and nature, looser inhibitions, stronger instincts, more risk-taking, and generally rougher; a hint of animalism that some embraced more than others, but all possessed.

Shifters were terrifying to Evan, and not just because of how they looked but for their implications. They were stronger than humans - most were physically larger and more muscular in their were forms than their human shapes, and even the ones that weren’t visibly highly muscular were stronger than they looked on the outside. They were FAR more resilient, capable of enduring blows that would have felled most humans; it wasn’t uncommon to see them brawling, no-holds-barred, and none of the participants look the worse for wear afterwards. They were faster, even when it looked like they should be slower, and the faster ones could move at blistering paces. There were even rumors of other supernatural powers that hadn’t been tapped into yet, and most people were pretty sure it was true. In what seemed like every way imaginable, they seemed to be superiorly adapted to existence compared to humans, and they knew it - and for many of them, their primary goal was bringing more into the fold.

And they were winning.

Efforts to ban shifters had been made in some places, but to no avail - they could hide too well, and those that tried to target them often ended up turning up changed at some point, forced to withdraw their efforts because it would affect themselves. More shifters were being more open, extolling the virtues of being changed, and every day a few more seemed to be swayed - despite the rumors, the vast majority of shifters had turned voluntarily. Those that tried to fight against them were outmatched, even mobs of several people could only really be a threat to the smaller ones. And there were plenty of aggressive ones that enjoyed pouncing on and turning unsuspecting individuals, believing it to be the future of the world. And plenty of them lived in the cities, where they had no shortage of targets…

Evan heard a noise behind him and jumped a bit, wheeling around. His heart pounded as he stared down the empty street…he didn’t know what had made the sound, but it probably was just his imagination. That tended to run wild a lot. But could anyone blame him? His very humanity was at risk…all it took was one encounter with a shifter, if one was unlucky, and he would no longer be truly human. And he was desperate to cling to that…even as a number of people asked why, what it really brought him, he wasn’t willing to give it up. So many of his fellow humans felt the same way, there was pride in humanity, in resisting the temptation, into rejecting the ferality of the shifters, no matter how limited. To many, taking on animalism was a debasement, a degradation of what evolution had accomplished for them. Evan wasn’t sure he went as far as some, but he wanted to stay human, he didn’t like the thought of an unfamiliar change. Maybe he was one of the lucky ones…there were some humans who didn’t seem to be able to turn into shifters, for reasons no one was quite clear on. Janice was one of them, an ex had tried to get her changed and it hadn’t taken, and then she’d taken a chance and gone to test (which basically involved trying to induce the change deliberately) and found herself unresponsive. There was a chance Evan could be the same way…there was no way of telling without deliberate efforts to turn him, though, and he didn’t want to take the risk.

Part of his concern, though, was how they might go about doing it. There were a few ways to induce the change. Biting was not one of them, as it turned out. There were two key components - fluid transmission and what the shifters called an ‘aura of imposition’. The latter wasn’t well-understood, but what was known was that the shifter had to be intending to change someone for it to happen - without that, nothing was happening regardless of the other circumstances. But it didn’t work on its own, so getting fluids inside a human was the first key, and while bites provided a bit of saliva, it just wasn’t enough. Blood transfusions or even blood drinking were among the common ways, but there was another way, and largely preferred way among those with the crucial equipment.

Unprotected sex.

Naturally, those who had dicks (Evan would have preferred to just say males, but there were a number of shifters who identified as female who had cocks, and identified males who did not, as if it needed to be more complicated) tended to default to this method. The other could still be used, largely through oral sex, but the penis was versatile enough to use any orifice, and it was very efficient - just one round of sex, one full climax inside a human, was almost invariably enough to get any vulnerable person changed if the shifter wanted. And more than a few of them were quite happy to perform without getting consent first…shifters had much different attitudes towards sex, much less inhibited and much happier to engage, and with a wider tolerance for non-mutual sex, so long as the ‘victim’ didn’t hate it - which they were, allegedly, frighteningly good at making happen, even most of their victims admitted after the fact that it felt good whether they had wanted it to or not. And they rarely had anything in the way, either - shifters rarely, if ever, wore clothing in their were forms, at most maybe some accessories or something to make them stand out, but their bodies were largely uncovered, no matter whether anything was hanging out or not. And it didn’t seem to matter - unless it was exceptionally bitter cold or blazing hot, they seemed comfortable irrespective of the weather. Meaning they were pretty much ready at any time…and they were ready a LOT. The only reason they hadn’t vastly out-bred humans was that pregnancy seemed to be voluntary, and they weren’t all just getting knocked up all the time. If Evan was being honest, he would have preferred that to their efforts to ‘convert’ humans, at least they would be leaving him alone.

Another sound from behind him, making him whip around once more to stare into the empty road behind him. Evan knew he was being a bit paranoid, but paranoia kept the integrity of his ass and his humanity intact. Constant vigilance when outside at night was the key, he couldn’t let his guard down for even a second. The lack of anything visible behind him helped settle him down, though he needed to turn his gaze upwards, too…birds, gryphons, bats, dragons, they could all fly and he’d heard more than a couple stories about how they swooped down to ambush a human who neglected to check above them. Evan knew all the stories, and while he couldn’t protect himself against everything, there was a lot he could do against the norm…he seemed to be in the clear.

He turned back around, to start on his way again…and right into the chest of a wolf shifter.

Evan’s cry of alarm was useless, drawing no attention to himself and not dissuading the furry beast from grabbing his shirt and dragging him into the alleyway. He hadn’t even heard the beast! How had it moved so silently…he struggled, tried to pull away, and with a jerk the front of his shirt tore away, causing him to tumble backwards, losing his footwear in the process. He tried to scramble away, but the wolf lunged down, grabbing the band of his jean shorts and yanking him back upright. His ruined shirt was pulled off of him and then he was thumped against the building wall, wincing at the impact. Inhuman strength kept him trapped, he was so small and weak compared to the wolf, he hadn’t even gotten a really good look but he could just FEEL it, that arm felt like it was a tree truck to his twig…he squirmed, the fur rubbing against his back, a stark reminder of just what was at stake.

The other hand hadn’t gotten out of his shorts, and what he feared would come to pass did in fact happen - a hard jerk, and even the relatively durable denim couldn’t hold, much less the thinner fabric of his boxers underneath. The front fell down as the back was obliterated, leaving him entirely naked and at the shifter’s mercy. He cried out again, tried to push away from the wall and make a break for it, but the wolf caught one of his arms and then he was lifted, his body rising several inches up as he was pinned again in a much better position for the wolf. Now he was truly in for it, he lacked the leverage to get a good push away. And he could feel that slimy cocktip probing at his ass, pointed but still feeling thick. “No! Y-you can’t!” he tried to protest, but the wolf just growled in amusement - he knew exactly what he was doing. And Evan was utterly helpless as he shifted, braced himself, and THRUST.

It wasn’t gentle, by any stretch of the imagination. It was far too fast, far too thick for his untested ass, far too underprepared, and Evan felt a surge of searing heat and stretch as it forced its way inside him. But what even was least prepared for was the PLEASURE...what should have been brutal and painful felt not only good, but far TOO good to be real. His head spun as an amorous moan escaped him, against his will, as he struggled to process this incomprehensible twist - he’d heard that they somehow made their victims feel good, but THIS was not what he was anticipating! But he still had to fight it, he still needed to resist, his humanity was perilously close to being erased from him!

But as the wolf began to properly thrust, the prospect of resistance seemed to be further and further away. The pleasure was making his body relax, every stroke felt electric inside him, and a primal part of his brain was refusing to see this as a bad thing. It was diminishing his struggles, and making him react more approvingly, his body clenching down on the massive intruder, as if he needed to be any tighter with how huge it was. He could feel something even thicker smacking against his ass…it had to be a knot, something that many canid shifters spoke glowingly about, much as Evan didn’t want to know. But he knew enough to know that if it went in, he was through…

Evan’s mind was still trying to deny it, but the battle was slowly being lost. Moans and cries escaping him were resplendent with bliss, his body was encouraging the shifter’s rutting, and his own cock was painfully hard, the head barely brushing against the wall here and there, just light enough to be enjoyable rather than painful. And more and more he was feeling this prickle in the back of his head, that this was good, fun, enjoyable, exciting…his breath caught in his throat, was he already being corrupted? There hadn’t even been any seed in him…he wasn’t turning yet, at least it didn’t feel like it, but what was happening inside him? Was this the ‘aura of imposition’ he’d heard about? Was the wolf actually intruding on his thoughts, trying to convince him to surrender to his degenerate existence? Evan shook his head, trying to reject it, but it was quite hard to reject what he was actively feeling…

A throb, a pulse, and suddenly, Evan’s body lashed back against his denial, an unexpected orgasm forcing a breathless cry from him and a sudden release of spunk, splattering against the wall in front of him. Evan was overwhelmed, he wasn’t ready to feel that surge of ecstasy, wasn’t expecting it to be as strong as it was…flooded with bliss, he felt himself slipping into complacency, surrendering to the intrusive thoughts of how good this was, how much he loved it…the wolf hammered in faster, harder, and he wasn’t fighting it even a little now, accepting that thick cock compliantly, still moaning even as his load diminished, the buzz of pleasure spreading throughout his entire body…

A loud snarl from behind him, and then that knot was shoved against his asshole, and he cried out weakly once more as it forced its way inside, a loud sloppy <POP> heralding the wolf’s victory. A howl rang in his ears as thick wolf spunk gushed into Evan, filling him with a viscous heat that seemed to tingle and buzz inside him…and that sensation continued to spread throughout his body as he was pumped nice and full, every shot seeming to sink him into another level of euphoria that he’d never known in his life. His head was spinning, his thoughts were disorganized…something felt weird, he was sweating, he felt flushed, he couldn’t make any sense of it, that weird sensation in his body just felt odd, odd and good…

He flexed his fingers against the wall, fingers which were starting to thicken and change in shape, the nails twisting into claws which could slip in and out of hidden sheathes. Fur was starting to sprout in patches all over his body, which was slowly filling out, getting larger and beefier. Off of his tailbone, over that still-embedded knot, a tail was pushing out, long and thin and catlike. His still-hard cock was changing shape, the skin pulling back into a sheath and the meat thickening, lengthening, becoming dotted with barbs.

Evan’s head was still spinning, but one thing was standing out more than anything else: this felt AMAZING. He couldn’t remember what it was he’d been so afraid of, nothing in his life had felt as fantastic as the process of changing like this! The fur rapidly spreading over his form felt comfortable, natural, RIGHT in a way that nothing ever did, certainly not anything he’d worn before. His shifting legs were comfortably reaching the ground now, padded paws unperturbed by the rough surface. There was a strength in his arms and legs that he’d never known in his life, he could have fought out of the grip of the wolf now, if he’d wanted to…his moans were turning into yowls as his face shifted, gaining the features of a powerful wild feline, and it felt incredible, they felt like such a perfect fit that it almost seemed like he’d been born with them.

The wolf’s receding knot finally pulled from his ass, letting a healthy amount of canine spunk leak out of the former human. Evan panted and stood upright, head still a bit of a mess but registering everything...the scrawny, easily-overwhelmed human frame he’d had before was gone, replaced with a mass of cougar that was just about an even match for the wolf. He felt stronger, more energetic, more vivacious than he could ever remember feeling…everything felt so GOOD. And the wolf knew it, too, grinning at him in satisfaction, another successful conversion…and slowly, Evan was grinning, too. He felt it, a new kinship to the wolf, the one who’d brought him around, upgraded him and purged that old human shape…really, why HAD he cared so much about such a weak, pathetic body? Why had he been so content with a life of fear and aversion when he could have had THIS?

And then he remembered. Why he was out here in the first place…he stepped over to the ruins of his shorts, fishing out the bottle of medicine. He had to bring that to Janice…and show her his new shape. And he had an idea of how to make it more fun…he looked back at the wolf, that rugged body that had brought him such pleasure. Of course he wasn’t going to refuse an offer like this…

———

Janice looked up at the clock. It had been almost an hour since Evan had left…longer than it should have taken for him to run to the store and back, according to his own estimate. She wondered whether something had happened…well, maybe that was presumptuous. Evan always did think something bad would happen if he went out at night, being as afraid of shifters as he was. She was surprised he had volunteered to go get her some painkillers, it seemed like something he wouldn’t do unless begged to…he must really have cared about her to push his fears into the background like that.

It was kind of a shame that she was feeling better already. She probably wouldn’t let him know that…normally the headaches lasted longer, this had been an unusual one.

She was dressed only in her underwear, not wanting to cover much on such a warm night, showing off her tanned, athletic but not overly skinny body. She was sure Evan would be back soon, and she hoped that he’d be up for some fun. Timid though he was, he still was good to her, and he did his best in a lot of ways…she’d met men with better ‘attributes’ but not the dedication, and there was no doubt that she’d rather have the latter. Though she wondered sometimes whether she could get Evan out of his shell a bit, get him to be more adventurous and such…that was a challenge, and she wasn’t trying to push at it too much, but she still thought about it here and there.

Suddenly she heard a thump by the door. She hadn’t locked it, hadn’t thought about it, and now she had a moment of concern, if there was a random drunk who thought this was his place she could be in trouble. She could potentially fight him off, but would really rather not have…she headed to the door, hoping she could lock it up before he got in-

The door suddenly burst open, and Janice barely had time to scream before she was pounced on. A cougar, barreling through the doorway, grabbing her in a bit of a tackle, carrying her down to the ground, with her on top and him underneath. She flailed at him, but her hands did nothing to those broad arms, only one of which was required to keep her pinned against the furry body. She could see another one, a wolf, striding in with a cheeky grin, closing the door and locking it behind him…two shifters, and she was trapped in there with them. She couldn’t have fought off one, two was an absolute impossibility.

Her bra was shredded by a claw, and thick feline digits kneaded at her breast, teasing her nipple and making her cry out in shock at the tingling pleasure. She hadn’t been prepared for that, even though she’d suspected what they were after…she squirmed a bit, her efforts to break free somewhat inhibited by the sudden rush, but the hand stopped its actions after a few seconds, only to drag down her body towards her panties. She knew what was going to happen a moment before it did, the fabric torn off by one swift pull - and then she gasped as she felt one finger rub against her clit and another push inside her. For a rape, it was awfully intimate…

Her breath caught as she felt something hot and slick and textured make contact with her. She looked down…yes, that was a shifter’s cock all right, she wasn’t unfamiliar with them, she’d needed to take a few to confirm that she was somehow immune to the transformation. But she’d never had a feline one before, and it looked a bit daunting, to say the least…but it seemed her options were quite limited, as the beast’s shaft pushed against her. Despite her efforts, she had made no progress escaping from the cougar’s grip…he spread her down below, and she heard a purr in her ear. “I’m gonna drive you wild, Jiji.”

She gasped a bit, and then screamed as he drove in - not in agony but in bliss, immunity to the change didn’t mean immunity from the supernatural pleasuring effect, THAT she was also well aware of. But it was that line…only one person ever called her Jiji, it was kind of a stupid nickname and typically would only be used teasingly, but this was anything but. It’s Evan. It has to be Evan. He’d clearly fallen pray to his worst fears, but he sure as heck didn’t seem dissatisfied with the results now…and he seemed more than intent on making sure she wasn’t, either.

And he was certainly making an emphatic statement. That barbed cock raked at her as he jerked in and out, clawing at her inner flesh and leaving sparking tingles of ecstasy all throughout her. She doubted it would have been anywhere near as good if it wasn’t a shifter, but given that it was, it was nothing but fantastic, and she surrendered to it rapidly…it had been so long since she’d felt something like this, Evan as a human had been satisfying but this was just another level. And he was attending to her in other ways, too, teasing her nipples again and licking at her face and neck with his rough tongue, a sensational bit of contact she’d never known before.

Suddenly she saw another cock, over her face, a canid one…the wolf was there, looking down at her expectantly. She didn’t bother protesting, resisting, even showing reluctance, she opened and let him sink in, too tied up to go at her own pace and so letting him take the lead. That morass of bliss was overtaking her rapidly, she’d always been sensitive to it and being double-teamed at least doubled the effect. The scent and taste of wolf mingled with the growing scent of cougar, lighting a fire in her that had been too long unkindled…no, she couldn’t deny it, she’d missed this, missed the intensity of a shifter, missed the absurd pleasure, missed the size, missed the potent musky scents that they had. And now she was getting all she could have asked for.

Evan was driving into her, hard and deep, deeper than he’d ever been able to get as a human, and she felt him break inside all the way, causing her to thrash about as she climaxed, gushing and spasming hard as she was overwhelmed with explosive pleasure. But the cougar never lost stride, rocking in and out, barbs catching hard and scratching against places that never would have been touched normally, places that only a shifter could breach safely. She clung to him, pushed against him, begging him silently for more, unable to say it as her throat was being repeatedly crammed with wolf dick, but she was sure he knew, sure he would give it to her.

And he did, ramming in with feral intensity, overwhelming her just as he had been, except without the prospect of transforming in the end. Her cries were bliss to him, her scent was radiant, her wetness was superb, everything about this was better than it ever had been as a human…Evan was just as alight with excitement as she was, he could just FEEL that she had been wanting this, that she’d desired their kind more, and now he was one and could give her exactly what she had been craving. And the excitement wasn’t tempered at all by the wolf’s presence, if anything it excited him more, why should such wondrous feelings be so restricted? They should all be able to enjoy the fruits of carnality, it was a wonderful thing.

Janice could feel them both starting to throb, the stretches getting occasionally more intense as they neared their limits. But she was reaching hers first, another monumental climax overtaking her as she thrashed and bucked against her feline lover, her throat buzzing around the wolf’s cock as she tried to voice her rapture. Evan gave voice to it for them both, though, a sound halfway between a yowl and a roar tearing from his mouth as he embedded one last time in her and spewed his spunk deep inside her womb, flooding her as fully as she’d been in years. She clung tightly to him as she rode out his incredible orgasm, that heat spreading into her in such a viscerally satisfying way, she couldn’t believe she’d gone without for so long. The wolf was the last of the trio, howling out as he smacked his knot against Janice’s lips and poured his own ample load down her throat; she swallowed around him, trying to milk him for all she could, drinking down every drop of canine jizz that she could wring from him.

As the two finally pulled from her, she gasped, panted, shivered as she tried to catch herself. It was always a bit dizzying getting down with a ride like that, just another part of it that made it so exciting…and she knew she wasn’t done, neither of the shifters seemed to have flagged, and the wolf was licking his chops eyeing her well-used cunt…it was going to be a long night, but she couldn’t wait.

———

“So…how is he?”

“He’s amazing, Travis. Some days it feels like you’d barely know it was Evan. He doesn’t even like to mask himself as a human, he does it when he has to but inside the house you couldn’t pay him to.”

“Not surprised. Sometimes the most reluctant ones are the ones who love it the most when it finally happens. They’re so hung up on it because deep down they know they want it and closer to the surface they don’t think they should.”

“He makes a good case for it. He’s a lot more into getting outdoors now, he’s loosened up a lot more, and he’s, well, an ANIMAL in bed. I don’t think it’s just the change, it’s also that he’s not so scared of doing things anymore, he doesn’t feel so outclassed…I think he feels like he’s actually worthy of me now, which I’ve been trying to convince him for ages.”

A wolfish chuckle came from the other end of the phone. “Just as you thought he would be.”

Janice laughed a bit. “I’d say it was probably more ‘hoped’ than thought. He was just so wound up and nervous, but…I felt like he had a spark in him, it was just waking it up. And I really wanted to wake it up, because he’s a really good guy, and I felt like there was a future there…but I knew I was missing that element.”

“Is that what we’re calling it?” Travis remarked with a hint of lewd cheekiness.

“Hush!” Janice blushed a bit. “I mean, maybe that too, yes…but it’s more the openness and confidence. I just, you know, I’m perfectly happy to get the full package. I owe you big time.”

“Heh, consider it even. There’s nothing more fun than turning someone, any time I get a chance at that experience it’s worth it. And I’m gaining too, considering you’re now fair game as well. I hear Evan brought home a dragon to get at you while he watched, sounds like he’s REALLY into sharing.”

“Tch, you! Maybe you need to think less with the lower head for a bit.”

“Perhaps, but that lower head is going to make you scream next time we’re in the office. Count on it.”

Janice rolled her eyes, but couldn’t resist a smile. “I’m holding you to that, Trav. See you in two weeks.”

“Enjoy the trip.” The line went dead, and Janice slipped her phone into her pocket. Just in time, as Evan was coming back towards the door, carrying a couple of heavy bags. He was in his human guise, dressed in light and loose clothing, relatively similar in appearance to his old self as far as general features went, though he looked quite a bit taller and more built than his original human form. It really was an enormous departure from the old him, she could see how happy and comfortable he looked just all the time…the old Evan had never really seemed that way.

“You were able to find everything?”

“Yep.” Evan grinned broadly as he stepped inside. “Tents, sleeping bags, all sorts of camping supplies, they were well stocked-up. Apparently it’s been getting more and more popular lately.”

“Well, that’s not a surprise, with all the people who want to get back to nature,” Janice replied with a grin of her own. “Sometimes it’s fun taking a break from the usual life and getting away from things for a bit.”

“Agreed. And I’m looking forward to it more than I ever thought I would.” As soon as the door was closed behind him, Evan had shucked his clothes off as past as possible, and in a hurry reasserted that cougar form that was the real him. It was so enjoyable casting off the human shape, and it was remarkably fast and painless, too. He swept Janice into his arms, holding her close against his furry body. “Not as much as I’m looking forward to ravishing you under the trees, though.”

“You and me both. And not having to bring much in the way of clothes is gonna make it a lot lighter of a load.”

“All sorts of advantages.” Evan gave her cheek a lick. “I wouldn’t mind getting an early start on the fun, though.”

“Oh, my. Show me what you plan to do to me, stud.”

Evan’s catty grin was a mile wide as he picked her up and carried her off to the bedroom. She’d tried to keep it hidden, but he knew by now that she’d arranged for his change - a plan with her wolf shifter co-worker to catch him that night. But he wasn’t upset in the slightest…it was all too clear that his life of fear and aversion had only been holding him back, and every day he woke up as a cougar was a day he felt liberated from all his old hang-ups and inhibitions. It really was a gift, one she’d given to him, but that both of them could share in…and, hopefully in the not-too-distant future, they’d have the gift of a cub or cubs to share as well.