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Disclaimer - Spa treatments do not generally turn you into a wolf. However, there are always exceptions to the norms. If you want to stick with actuality, than I recommend you halt your progress here and go find a more worthwhile endeavor. However, if it's dimly lit and very handsy fantasy that you seek, then this might just be the place for you. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

Red Wolf Massage

You clench the "Natural Solutions" ten dollar off coupon in your hand as you look up at the artfully drawn list of spa packages offered on the chalkboard. The cheapest one is a $180, three hour long "Refresh Session."

Although you have the time, there's no way you could pay for it. The list of vague treatments continues down the board:

Reinvigorate - $220 - Half day

Revitalize - $280 - Half day

Rejuvenate - $235 - Full day (That one's on special . . .)

Repopulate - Free - Two seasons. (There's some kind of sticker next to this one. One of those wildlife things . . . "To aid in the conservation of the red wolf." But it's free so . . . how does that even work?)

"Sir? Have you made up your mind?" Oh god, you've been standing here for so long you forgot that the receptionist was watching you, looking up at you through her unruly blonde bangs. The calm trickling of the white marble fountain behind you is as loud as a diesel engine as you search for what to say.

"Uhh, the last one. That's free right?" You scratch at the back of your head nervously as you your voice comes out soft and hoarse. Maybe coming to a place as fancy as this was a bad idea.

"Oh, do you want to help the red wolves? That's so sweet!" Her face is suddenly animated. Apparently you made the right choice.

"You don't have any other engagements? This is the longest treatment the spa offers, but it's really highly recommended." She giggles.

"No, I've got time . . ." Your chuckle comes out as a sound between laughing and coughing. You hold a hand in front of your mouth as she looks at you with concern. "All the time in the world," you squeak, clearing your throat. Time is perhaps the greatest byproduct of being unemployed, and free is the best of prices.

"Excellent." She turns and walks down the brightly lit hall that smells of patchouli and juniper, beckoning for you to follow. "You'll be in room number three. The therapist will be in shortly. Just take off your clothes and put them in the closet once you're inside." She closes the door behind you as you step into the dimly lit room.

It feels weird tugging your clothes off in a new, rather minimalistic room and stashing them away in the rather plain wooden closet. Are you supposed to just stand around naked? Or maybe you just sit on the padded table . . . It's got a really nice white leather top, smooth against your fingers as you run a hand over it.

The door in the back creaks open and a deep rich voice with a smooth Spanish accent pours out. "I'll be your therapist for today's session. Please, just lie down with your face against the table, and I'll be right in . . ."

You can hear rustling around on the other side of the shadowy door as well as the plastic click of someone snapping open up a bottle of lotion and then loudly squishing it between their fingers. You climb up on the raised padded table and lie down as instructed, still feeling oddly exposed. The soft leather is nice against your skin . . . but isn't there supposed to be a little round hole for you to put your head in? You've seen them in the movies, but this one doesn't have one. It feels a little weird to just squash your nose as you lay on your face.

"Alright then." The door creaks open as you his hear strange tapping footsteps enter the room. "Thank you so much for choosing to help out the situation of the red wolves. You see, our numbers have been declining for about a century." His tone is somber, and yet oddly grateful. "It's nice that some people believe in helping us stave off extinction." Its hard to focus on his meaning as you listen to the way the words roll off of his tongue.

You tilt your head to the side, sneaking a look back at his midriff as you listen. It almost looks like he's wearing a fur coat, fluffy black with just a few brushed in wisps of dusty brown. But instead of being baggy, you can see the definition of his body through the fur . . . Maybe people at fancy spa's are just a bit eccentric? "It's people like you that really make a difference." His melodic bass voice continues. "Don't worry . . ." You tense up as you feel his warm fingers on your back, rubbing you down with a slick viscous oil. His fingertips feel odd though, wide and leathery smooth with his nails tickling across your skin after them. "We'll make sure that you're pampered and happy for the entire process."

You close your eyes and let your head rest on the table again, groaning out a garbled response as he presses down against you with surprising force. "Shhh. You don't need to worry about anything." He begins kneading up and down your back, and you swear his fingers feel like they're insulated by silk. "You can let me know if you'd like me to stop, or if you're uncomfortable. Does that sound okay?" His voice pauses in time with his sweeping firm strokes over your back.

You're the opposite of uncomfortable, and you certainly don't want him to stop. You groan out a small pleased affirmative as he continues to knead. The oil must be mentholated, as it's making your skin tingle and prickle with sensation. It doesn't smell minty though . . . more of an earthy musk that you can smell through your still-squashed nose. It feels nice just to take in deep slow breaths as he continues, rubbing all the way from your lower back up to your shoulders. The sensation is so strange, like your skin is tugging back against his fingers, muscles twitching as he stretches them out over and over again.

"So much tension here." He croons as he squeezes in at where your neck meets your shoulders. "You probably spend a lot of your time sitting." His hands squeeze in on either side. "Just feel these knots."

As he leans in, you can feel the fluffy warmth of his fur-clad body brush against your side. Maybe it's some sort of Spanish fashion? It's just so plush and silky . . . but hard to focus on as your tendons are squeezed and slowly tugged at in a way that makes your breath slowly spill out from your lips.

"There you go. Just close your eyes and feel that tension drain right out of you." His fingers are running in against your jawbone as he gently cracks your neck from side to side. The musky smell of the massage oil is even richer now that it's closer to your nose.

"Let's get you a little bit more comfortable on the table. That's it, just let your chin rest on the leather, just like that." His molasses-smooth voice croons as he coaxes your head so that it's looking forwards. It's uncomfortable for a moment before he begins gripping gently at the edges of your neck, squeezing and tugging slowly, but insistently. The four creaking pops are painless, relieving the pressure of the odd angle as it becomes more and more comfortable to leave your chin against the light leather.

"Mmm. You're doing great." He pats your head affectionately, sending an odd thrill through your body. You hear the slippery sound of him rubbing more oil between his hands before he continues. "Let's just keep working on your head." His fingers begin scritching through your hair. It's strange, his nails tickle as they scrape over your scalp, tender, and yet very solid. He must have longer fingernails, but you can't deny that they feel amazing.

"My, what lovely pattern you have. Nice coppery brown with some deeper slate mixed in." He has a strange way of describing your dirt colored hair, but you don't really mind at all. You're too busy focusing on the feelings of his fingertips, your hair feeling like it's bristling up, thicker and more plush than you remember as your scalp twitches.

"There you go. Now you're starting to look the part." His low voice is muffled as he rubs over your ears. Instead of your earlier slow deep breaths, you find yourself breathing in shorter and faster huffs. You never considered that someone rubbing at your lobes could be so sensual, but his delicate dual caresses make you shudder. The oddly loose skin on your back seems to twitch in sympathy. The more he strokes up and down, the less resistance there is from the whorls of your ears, instead, the sensation is replaced by a familiar prickling. You can feel the muscles at the bases of your ears tugging against his fingers in the strangest of ways, muscles you never knew pulling against his hand as you feel the heat of his breath against your face as he leans down. His hot breath puffs against your ears, sounding oddly animal as he croons.

"Beautiful. Just beautiful . . ."

"That's right, just stay there just like that . . ." His fingers caress your cheeks right next to your closed eyes. Your breaths race even faster as the deep loam scent of the oil brushes past your nose. "It's a lovely scent, isn't it?" His hands stroke around your eyes and the bridge of your huffing nose. "It's something that you'll be able to appreciate more very soon . . ." He chuckles as he presses his odd fuzzy and yet leathery hands together before he slides them out past your nose. The sensation makes your breath catch in your throat, and a strange creaking feeling build up under your skin as he repeats the sliding tugging motion. You can feel wisps of warmth brush over your eyelids as it feels like he's stretching out your face, thumbs kneading at the bridge of your nose.

The muscles below your ears continue to twitch as you start to feel his hands wrapping around your face in the strangest way. Your nose begins to feel cold as you sniff in against his more intensely scented warm caresses that begin to tickle your lips, like you hadn't shaved for days. His odd nails play around your cheeks as the sensations keep intensifying. You open your mouth as your jaw creaks, and your tongue flickers around like its suddenly too big for your mouth.

"It's nice to be taken care of, yes?" He grabs the skin at the back of your neck and squeezes in a way that you didn't think was possible, rubbing your skin between his fingers as your body relaxes almost instinctively. You swear you can feel each of your hairs as his rough kneading grinds them together. "Just think of how beautiful you're becoming . . ." He pats your neck and slides his palms back towards your face, chin comfortably outstretched against the yielding white leather surface of the table. It's sounds a little odd . . . but it's actually kind of nice to be called beautiful. You feel your cheeks prickle with fuzzy sensation as you blush, but keep your eyes dutifully closed.

"Mmm, you're a natural." His leathery fingertips run over your lips. It feels like they are being stretched out thinner and longer, twitching slightly. One of his fingertips curls and slides against your gums. You can't help it as you open your mouth automatically. "Just look what a big bad wolf you are." The Spanish lilt of his voice makes it feel like praise while his finger slides against your teeth, seeming to take a long time to get around your canines.

It's a strange compliment, but the praise sinks into your mind like the pleasant tingle from a shot of brandy. You can't help it as your tongue flickers against him, tasting the musky oil, so virile and powerful. Your tongue folds oddly as it slips against him, one of his fingers curling under and scritching at your long chin, now resting comfortably against the table as the sound of your happy huffing breaths rings impossibly clear in your twitching ears.

"Now then, let's work on your posture . . ." His hands rub back down towards your shoulders, and then slide out solidly down the length of your right arm. "It's always hard to figure out what to do with your hands, right?" His massive hands give your fingers a squeeze, and you squeeze back, feeling strange fuzz and leathery patches.

Is he wearing gloves? But they're so warm . . .

You exhale sharply as he raises your arm up beside you, stretching your muscles as he squeezes around your elbow. A creak makes you moan out, your voice a deep gruff sigh as he shakes your limb gently, moving back up towards your shoulder, your collar bone creaking. Your joints strain as he pushes your forearm in back towards your body a little further each time before there's a satisfyingly deep snap. "Isn't that so much better?" He moves his rubbing ministrations down towards your hands. "Just feel all of the tension draining out of you." As he rubs your fingers, they begin to feel warm. Your fingertips and the palm of your hand are amazingly sensitive. You relax completely, not even moving your fingers at all as they feel so increasingly comfortable, nestled tightly together. There's an odd clicking as his nails bump against your own, the sensation rattling down your creaking bones as he rubs up and down your now completely relaxed arm, bending it in ways you didn't think were possible.

"There." He gives your now tightly packed fingers a wet kiss, breath huffing off of them. "Now you can just rest your arm out in front of you, like this." He lays your hand out gently on the table and scratches his blunt thick nails against your back, combing through the hairs that prickle as your loose relaxed body twitches. Your tongue lolls out slightly as he walks around you and mirrors his actions on your other arm, which feels conspicuously cramped until he pulls and kneads and pops the pressure out of it, letting it rest in front of you as easily as the other.

"All that tension is just floating away." He runs his hands down your spine, combing through down to your exposed rump. "But now lying down with your legs like this seems kind of out of place, right?"

You can't deny it, the feeling of your lower body is somehow off, the cool leather directly against your cold bare skin. It's much less comfortable than you remember it being . . .

"Don't worry. Let's just loosen you up a little down here." He cups your buttocks in his suede palms. As he begins to press in and roll his hands against your ass, you can feel your muscles relax, seeming to shrink back under his firm grasp as he works his way down to your thighs. As he squeezes and roughly grasps around the tops of your legs, you wriggle slightly under his kneading, feeling your bones creak back as your skin loosens and twitches. You never knew that a massage could be quite so transcendental.

As he grinds down, it feels stranger and stranger to have your knees resting against the table, the pressure making you wriggle as he passes down past your thighs to your feet. "The feet are a very sensitive area. Are you ticklish?" He grabs your toes and kneads them together inquisitively.

A snorting huff of a giggle is your response, a blush prickling over your cheeks.

"Don't worry. I'll be extra careful." You can hear his smile in his voice as he begins to steadily rub in at your heels. The pressure is tight and unrelenting, his thumbs digging into your calloused flesh in a way that makes a soft whine of pleasure escape from your closed mouth. As he rubs, it feels like years of tension are just seeping out of you, your heels thinning into a more delicate joint as he continues to grind his leather palms against them. You shift your weight forwards onto your flat outstretched hands automatically as he pulls at your feet and grinds your toes together, making a strange crinkling sensation that creeps up your spine that causes you to wriggle and huff out from your thin dark lips that now comfortably rest against the leather of the table. The more he rubs your toes, the better they feel, all squeezed together and snug, just like your fingers.

"Now we just have to improve your alignment." His melodic voice croons as he grasps one of your legs. You pull back against him automatically, muscles straining in ways you didn't think possible. "We're almost there. Don't you worry." He twists at your leg, pressing it back against your body, stretching the sinews as your breath catches in your throat. Soon there's a creaking from your hips and a strange halting pop. Your leg feels completely different as he helps fold it so that your toes are on the leather of the table under you. But despite how odd the position seems conceptually, it's wonderfully comfortable, nestled in close to your body, seemingly insulated by engulfing warmth. He hums as he cricks and cracks your other leg into place with equally firm and tender attention to detail.

"Just look at you. Isn't this nice?" He rolls the heels of his palms up your back, the feeling prickly and rough on the way up, and then muted and smooth as he works his way back down. It's like his hands are magic.

"Now then. Let's just roll you over so we can get to the fun stuff." You can feel his enthusiasm as his powerful arms lift you gently, your weight shifting oddly as you flop onto your side and then your back. Almost instinctively you open your heavy eyelids a crack, and then every muscle in your body goes stiff as you freeze.

Everything is confusingly wrong. You look down at your body framed through your arms which hang up in the air the same way a dog's might. Your whole body is like that though, covered in thick orangish brown fur that you can now identify as the plush feeling between your back and the table. Your stretched mouth hangs open and you can hear your quickening animal breaths in your twitching ears, and smell your growing confusion in the wet dark nose that caps the end of where your muzzle now protrudes into your vision.

Your masseuse is equally impossible, his hybrid humanoid body covered in shaggy dark fur dappled with rusty splotches, predatory lupine visage pulled up into a smile as he looks between where your rear legs pedal helplessly in the air. Your erection throbs, lying back against the half formed fur on your taut animal belly like a shameful beacon of your arousal.

"Shhh, shh." He grabs your hind paw and pats the dense rusty brown fur on your calf reassuringly. "It's completely natural for you to be aroused." The soothing calmness of his accented words makes your panting slow slightly. He kneads in against the translucent fuzz on your chest like this is the most normal thing in the world. "It's all part of the process. I can already smell you coming into season." His pink tongue licks up against his glistening wet dark nose.

You try to speak, but your panicked query/exclamation comes out only as a whine followed by a grumbly yap that resonates in your chest. You roll your weight from one side to the other under his calming pats.

"No. no. This is exactly what you wanted, yes?" He brushes his hand-paw up to grasp the scruff of your neck and shake you gently. It's oddly relaxing, and your long tongue hangs out of your pointed muzzle as you look up at him, trying to process all of the information your altered senses are throwing at you. "And you're doing so well." He leans in and rubs the side of his muzzle against your own, making your whiskers twitch. Your nose glistens as you sniff in reflexively, taking in his own dark appealing scent: cloying and strong, musky and virile. His warm pink tongue licks out across your nose teasingly.

He then nuzzles down against your neck, then your chest, then your belly before his paw grasps firmly around your throbbing shaft. "But we still have to get you ready down here." He grins, fangs pearly white in the dimness as he licks his chops.

You let out another odd questioning growling yap, tilting your head to the side, ears folding out against the table behind you.

"No no. This isn't a happy ending." He flickers his textured tongue out over the head of your still-human shaft. "This is just the beginning, my dear sweet wolf." And with that, all of the questions melt from your mind as he opens his maw and slides down, engulfing your shaft in his muzzle, making pleasure bloom out through your body.

You squirm against the table, limbs splayed in the air, panting heavily as the wet balmy insides of his mouth contract around your cock. It makes a whine escape your dark thin lips as his tongue snakes around the base of your shaft, swabbing from side to side as he sucks at you with insistent tugs. Your four legs scrabble at nothingness as his paw slides up and cradles your tightening testes, pressing them gently back against your body with firm pressure that makes little sparks of pleasure dance in your vision. His other paw rubs gregariously up and down your belly and chest, thickening your gray brown fur over your barreled ribs with each stroke.

The throbbing pleasure of his mouth slavering around your cock resounds back into your body, sending runners of bliss up into your belly. It's a feeling unlike anything you've ever imagined, ecstasy radiating deep inside of your changing form. The sensations are beginning to shift though, feelings of your cock condensing, heightening as he nibbles at the tip, mouth looming somehow larger and more ever-present around you. His dark nose huffs against your rusty fur as your balls pull tighter against your body and your heart races.

His tongue is somehow drilling in against the head of your cock as you yowl and press against the sides of his head with the wrists of your hanging paws. The skin of your now fuzzy scrotum is drawn tight as your testes are pulled back inside of you, but there is a tight vertical ribbon of dark flesh in the center that his tongue scrapes down under. The sensations from your shaft sink back into you, spreading out through your crotch as he rumbles and laps. Soon, instead of sliding over you, his tongue is slipping impossibly inside of you, the dark edges of your dark fleshy slit thrumming and swelling out, your taut nub of a cock soon pulled back inside your swollen femininity. As your crotch seethes with new sensation, your rear creaks into a less defined and more fluffy quadrupedal alignment.

Your breaths come out as wheezes of pleasure every time his tongue slides in and twists around inside of you, straining against your developing torrid inner passage. It makes your own tongue curl out and flicker at nothing, slipping back over your cool dark nose as your developing inner muscles strain and squeeze around his deliberately sloppy ministrations. Your heartbeat resonates between your legs as a deep need bubbles up inside of you, an itch that his prodding tongue just can't seem to scratch. His lips tug at your flesh as the heat kindles within you, your changing flesh quivering and clenching as a keening whine escapes your lips. Your panting breaths bring in a new scent to your lupine senses: a sharp abrasive tang that's rife with feminine need.

He pulls his mouth back, letting his pink tongue scrape across your blazingly sensitive dark flesh in one long sloppy stroke. Your tongue lolls out as you look down between your hind legs and see what those hot needy feelings are radiating from: a dark skinned pulsing canine spade of flesh, rounded glossy edges straining against each other. It's alien, and it should be disturbing, but the sight makes you feel oddly aroused as you watch it quiver and feel the sensation resound deep inside of you.

"Hmm." He licks his lips with a deep throaty rumble. "Now you're fully in bloom." He strokes a padded finger up the edges of your slick and glistening female cleft, making you squirm and huff. It's just so sensitive . . .

He brings his finger to his mouth and laps out, relishing your spicy tang. "You're ready. You can feel it, can't you?" He squeezes the edges of your cleft together, making you gargle out a pleasured huff, nerves blazing with pleasure as you rub the sides of your front paws together.

"You're ready to let us pamper you all season long while you wait for your pups." He grabs your shaggy animal thighs and pulls you purposefully towards the edge of the table. "That's what you've been waiting for isn't it?" He leans in and kisses your protruding tender female mound lovingly.

The question strikes you like a physical object. Is this really what you wanted? You stare down between your raised rear legs and see a hint of red, the carmine tip of an animal shaft poking up out of the masseuse's sheath. You can smell it too . . . The smoky male scent mixing with your own needy feminine spark. You do want it . . . You can't deny the need rising up in the pit of your stomach. Panting excitedly, you bob your muzzle, tongue licking out over your chops.

"Then there's only one thing left to do." He coos, claws tracing around the tender edges of your bulging female sex. You whimper, leaning your head back upside down so that the top of your muzzle rests against the white leather of the table, ears folded, anticipation palpable as you can feel the hear radiating out from your pussy.

He leans in over you, rocking his hips forwards gently. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel the chiseled throbbing tip poke at the edge of your dark swollen spade. Leather fingertips rub down either side of your labia before pulling apart, stretching out your torrid flesh as he rocks forwards and sinks his barely protruding cock inside of you.

You feel a shivering thrill of elation, but its followed by a hot clenching disappointment. He's so small . . . You pull your head back up and look up at him with a demanding "errf?"

"Don't you worry, you lovely little alpha. There is much . . ." He slams his hips into you, heavy dark furred testicles bumping against your rear. "Much more to come." Your pussy wrenches around him as he slams into you again and again. With each thrust, you feel his shaft grow, pushing into you a little further, spreading you wider as you pant in demanding anticipation.

"And of course . . ." He's huffing as he rocks his body against yours. "Any good mother needs a way to feed her litter." His claws comb through the thick greyish fur on your chest, squeezing your nipples as you feel your flesh raising up slightly below them. You can imagine your cubs nestling in against you as you wriggle back under his grasp, spine creaking as he continues to press into you. "But of course, a healthy specimen such as your self plans to have more than two puppies . . ." His hands move lower, pinching in and raising up another pair of teats. "And they'll grow up big and strong." Again he moves down, rubbing at your belly as you can feel more sets of pink fleshy nipples swelling up under your thick fur.

Your pussy is dripping and spasming, clenching around his shaft as it sinks deeper inside of you. "Hmm, yes. I should be hiring you." He lets out a deep pleased laugh. "You're a natural." The last word comes out with the hint of a whine as you squeeze around his shaft with your vice-like needy inner muscles. Your spine creaks, a pressure building up in your lower back as your tongue lolls and his thick tapering shaft spreads you wider as it sinks deeper inside of you.

"Oh my, I can feel it . . ." He whispers. "I can feel just how much you want this." Two of his fingers press in between you, sliding down the distended edges of your bulging canine labia, the twin sensations causing your loose skin to twitch all over your body. His thumb presses in against the folded top of your spade, squeezing in with tight kneading circles that make your occluded clit strain and quiver.

"So let's . . . just . . . give you . . . that . . ." He punctuates each word with a thrust of his hips. Something hot and fleshy at the base of his shaft butts against you before he holds you tight and firmly presses his entire throbbing shaft inside of you. Your inner muscles twist and twinge with bliss as you feel the base of his cock swelling inside of your cleft, locking himself in place as his careful rocking motions begin to pull you back and forth along the table. The pressure in your lower back continues to build, causing you to writhe and wriggle, feeling the hefty heated mass of his shaft begin to pulse and shudder as his furry balls pull up tight against you.

You arch your back against the table, copper eyes open but unseeing as your pussy begins to quake, in small quivers at first, growing into great body-wide tidal waves of muscular contraction. Your spine cracks and pops as a wriggling length of flesh presses out, quickly bursting into scruffy sand and rust colored fur as your growing tail wags frenetically. Your masseuse grits his teeth, ears folding back as his paws squeeze against your chest, his cock bucking before unleashing a hot pressured blast of lupine seed deep inside of your needy depths.

Your insides clamp down in convulsing waves as his cock splashes into you, your teats aching as he rubs his paws down your belly. Your thoughts turn to the thought of life growing inside of you, a fierce pride welling up even through the pleasure. The ecstasy ricochets around inside of your feral body, your lupine femininity clamping down with inhuman fits of strength, milking his shaft as he continues to rock himself against you with loving thrusts of his hips.

He lowers himself over you, the tip of his muzzle bumping up against yours as your dark noses sniff in each other's pleasure. You open your mouth and lap out, your flexible tongues entwining as his claws comb through the thick fur on your cheeks and neck. Your rear paws brace against him as your front ones rest on his shoulders. Your noisy sloppy kisses continue, lapping over each other's pearly white fangs, punctuated by the quivering jolts of his hot swollen cock locked inside of you.

Your tail continues to creak out as you wag wildly, your pussy clamping down with each grinding crack as you can feel your brush batting against his legs. He doesn't stop massaging you, his paws roving around your body, sliding over your twitching ears, kneading at your fluffy belly, grasping great handfuls of your loose thick furry skin and tugging at them ever so tenderly. He kisses your lupine paws, pink tongue sliding over your impossibly sensitive leathery pads. The firm sensuous caresses glide all over you, even playfully tugging at your new tail as you whine and lick your chops, feeling his seed seeping deep inside of you, filling you not only with bliss, but also with purpose.

The time grows between each jerking wrench of his cock inside of you, stretching into what feels like hours. Eventually, you lay back against the table, completely drained, his hand-paw mussing up your belly fur affectionately. You feel your exhausted cleft stretch slightly as he pulls back, softened knot pulling out of you with a muffled pop. He leans in and laps away an errant dribble of his seed from your dark engorged labia like a true gentleman as his cock begins to pull back inside of his sheath.

"Just wonderful." He smiles down at you. "Now, if you'd like to rest, we have private rooms for our most exclusive of guests." He grabs one of your upturned paws and shakes it playfully. "Or, if you're feeling hungry, our chefs can prepare you any dish of your choosing. I'd recommend the fillet mignon. You are eating for an entire family now . . ." He pats your belly. "Of course you may also use any of the spa's facilities. Maybe you'd care to enjoy a soak in one of our mineral baths . . ." His dark melodic voice pauses as you slowly roll over onto your paws, and press your muzzle forwards against him.

"Of course. If you wish we can just wait here for awhile as well." He slides up onto the table next to you and pulls your front legs into his lap, scritching behind your ears. "For the next few months you may do whatever you wish. You are a queen, and this is your castle."

You sigh and close your eyes, tail wagging as you feel completely at ease. He stays there with you as your eyes slowly start to close. You gradually drift off into sleep as he combs his fingers through your luscious fur, thinking dreamily about what your cubs will be like.