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The clatter and chatter of the diner were loud enough to pierce ear phones that were trying to overlay a soothing mixture of music and white noise to Shayn as he tucked his knees up against the edge of the table and concentrated on his book. Normally he wouldn't have had that much trouble losing himself in his book, but this time the words hardly seemed to keep his attention. Time and again he glanced up, a slight quirk to his lip as he watched the bear behind the counter trying his best to serve up the guests that filtered in. There was something amazingly amusing at seeing the hulking grizzly bear trying to make himself seem small and harmless. But most of the humans that came here didn't seem to mind.

He supposed that it was in part because Alaska tended to be wild and rough cut, there were predators out in the wilds, real ones, not simply a fox here and there. The very wildness of it, and the remoteness, made it a bastion for many of the anthros that didn't care to find themselves shoulder to shoulder with humans. For all that this place was heavily right wing, there was an acceptance here for the creatures that was lacking in other parts of the world. They blended in here, they became a part of the landscape and the people, they had jobs and went to school without any real problems. The rest of the world could learn from them. Shayn tilted his head back to his book and frowned a little bit at the lines before carefully closing it. He was losing his attention span for it anyway.

_I didn't leave school to spend my time studying. _He chided himself, though it was with a slight smile. He had gone to see the world, or at least as much of the US as he could cover, but still his books were his old well worn friends no matter what his destination.

He pulled his earphones down and was created with the cacophony of the restaurant, the laughter of people packed in tightly and the sounds of a dozen different conversations that were all being had around his booth. This time of night the rush was still trickling in with a mixture of the oil workers that were heading into their shifts and the ones that were just getting off. Looking around, it was a slice of Americana that was being lost through the march of time. While there were cell phones and the occasional lap top, most of the people here were talking with each other animatedly. Women were mingled with the men in the workforce, but they blended well despite their sexes. The anthros were peppered through the crowd, easily visible, and talking with the humans without any real appearance of being uncomfortable.

He had heard in the larger towns in the south there were still problems, mostly because they were so large and had a high turnover rate, but this far north there were little issues. Rolf, his friend that was trying to seem so harmless, had told him that they had emerged in the public eye centuries ago to the native people here. They had been comfortable and had a working relationship, though it had been kept strictly hidden. He didn't know how they had managed it, but it certainly seemed as if the native people in this area were perfectly at ease with the large and strange neighbors that had only existed to the modern world for a few sparse decades. Shayn often wondered if his mother's people had known about them, or if the Washington area Snoqualmie people were too far south.

Rolf steadily worked his way free of the counter, his rounded dark ears twitched back against either side of his head as a lean tabby cat came to take his place. Neither of them worked in the food area, though they could easily take orders. No one had really addressed the whole idea of body fur and food, they certainly did shed often enough to raise some alarms for folks who wanted to get food. Shayn perked up a bit and reached around to shove his book back into his battered messenger bag, trying to make room with the rest of the books he'd stuffed in there that he couldn't do without. It didn't matter that he'd only run into town to meet up with Rolf, he still liked to have books on hand.

"You done?" He grinned cheerfully up at the fierce long muzzled bear, the rusty tan muzzle wrinkled back in a slight grimace.

"I had better be, swinging a double wasn't what I was supposed to be doing today." Rolf's voice was incredibly deep, a bass rumble that vibrated his broad chest to the point that Shayn was often surprised he couldn't feel the vibrations against his chest. "You get done at the shop?"

"Museum." He corrected his friend, stretching himself up as he stood, trying to get rid of the cramps in his shoulders. "And yes, I got done hours ago, you were right."

"I told ya, most of the families up this way keep their things to themselves, they're not gonna just hand it over to some museum to paw all over." Rolf grinned and started for the door, leaving Shayn to follow. "You gotta ask some of the Council to see if you can see what they got stored away."

"That'd be easier if you'd help." He mumbled in response, following his friend and host out into the brisk summer air.

He had come up this way after he'd met Rolf in a forum that was supposed to be centered around anthropology and native peoples. It wasn't his study, of course, he was more interested in Urban Design and Geology when it came to school, but it was a part of his heritage and he had been curious. They had begun talking, his interested piqued by the fact the natives here had a very close relationship with the anthro community, so close that they refused to let most people delve into it or told others about it. Rolf had been quite open with him, even calling a few times so that they could talk opening and quickly. It had been a matter of course that the bear had invited him up here when he'd commented about going travelling.

He'd expected more of the openness that he'd gotten when he'd talked to Rolf in private, but what he'd gotten was the complete opposite. The people here were tight lipped and didn't take kindly to his prying and asking questions. Rolf had just told him that they were naturally suspicious since he wasn't from here and he was a little too eager to find out about the Tribes, but the bear didn't seem to have that problem. He'd gone to the museum to try and see if he could get his questions answered just by learning local history, but he'd been entirely disappointed. He should have known when the single girl sitting at the desk had waved him through without even asking for a donation. It had been little more than trinkets and the history since the place had been settled and the gold rush.

"You'd think people would be a little more open to questions." Shayn muttered as they walked along the narrow walkway to the parking lot. "I mean, it's not as if I'm asking for secrets."

"I told you they were closed mouthed most of the time." Rolf shrugged a large shoulder, tilting his muzzle down with a slight smile. "It just takes time to earn their trust."

"You don't have that problem." He pointed out, tipping his head towards his friend. "You were pretty open the first time we talked."

"Yeah, but I'm online a lot, most folks here don't log on at all. Hell, I don't say that much even, just most of the commonly known stuff." The bear dug into his pocket, his long wicked looking claws came out with the keys to his truck.

It was extremely weird to see a bear driving. In the states, most anthros didn't drive because cars hadn't been designed for their bodies, but up here most of them had vehicles. Shayn had the sense that they were custom jobs of one sort or another, certainly the truck was large enough to handle the bear's bulk with little issue.

"I came here to learn.. more. I thought since my mother's sid-" He started to protest, only to have Rolf snort in amusement at him.

"It takes more than that." Rolf answered and unlocked the truck. "Listen, they're just careful, they've been burned in the past. I'll tell you what, tomorrow night is one of our Gatherings, I can take you with me."

"Really? You-"

"If you'll promise to ask no questions. Not one." Rolf's expression turned severe, focusing on Shayn for a long moment. "It's not a place for outsiders to ask questions, or even really go, but if I vouch for you they might make an exception."

"They'd let me go to something like that, when they won't even let me ask questions?" Shayn asked dubiously, sliding into the truck. The moment he slipped into it, he was aware of the pleasant warm scent of the bear, of fur and something entirely inhuman that he equated with his friend.

"Because you won't ask questions. Just come along and observe, it'll be interesting and you can always ask me afterwards if you want to know something." Rolf shrugged a little. "It happens around ten tomorrow, we'll head to it after I get off work, alright?"

"Yeah, that sounds...amazing actually." He smiled as the truck started up with a roar. Perhaps he'd actually get his curiosity satisfied.

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The sound of drums and laughter blended together beneath the night air and were drawn up with the smoke and embers of the bonfire that was crackling and chasing away the stars in the sky. Shayn found himself nearly hiding behind the large form of the grizzly as the bear got out of the truck and began to approach the gathering. He'd been to his share of native meets before, but those had been open to the public and meant to be inviting to people without the same heritage. This wasn't open to the public, it was a private affair just as Rolf had said and set back far enough that no one would have been able to spot it.

The gathering was made up of roughly a hundred people of all ages and species', most of them wearing regular clothes, but a few were dressed up in native garb so that they stood out. There was only one ancient barn that had obviously seen better times and was starting to crumble down to be reclaimed by the earth. The remaining beams and poles had been used to erect hastily made tents and one large canopy that was covering a selection of food. Rolf had even brought his own to add to the pile, though he had already warned Shayn off from making free with the pot luck as the rules were apparently intricate on what could and could not be eaten.

"Just remember what I said, you aren't here to ask questions." Rolf rumbled down at him as they approached to the sudden sound of flutes. "And keep away from the food and drink, I'll bring you something myself. Some of what they've brought are made to enhance the dreaming state and you don't want to end up tripping in the middle of this."

"Alright." He licked his lips nervously and flushed a bit. "I hope they aren't offended that I'm here."

The bear just offered him a long slow smile, showing the tips of his sharp fangs, it wasn't a comforting response for the human who did his best to fix a smile on his face as they went towards the gathering. He wished he knew he wouldn't be looked at strangely by everyone. He stood out, he knew that, his grey and black streaked hair made him stand out in any given gathering, to say nothing of the fact that this place was isolated enough that everyone knew he was a stranger. He felt as if he were exposed and being stared at on all sides and couldn't escape. He tried to tuck his head down and keep close to the large bruin beside him as best he could.

The bonfire was the gathering point, and that's where Rolf led him without a word, to wear a gathering of four wolves were playing on a set of drums and one had a flute held up to his muzzle to play an eerie tune. There were people sprawled out on blankets, some were couples, others were families with young children who were listening to the ones playing music, others were eating or nursing smaller bonfires on the edges of the larger one, well away from the group. Rolf had explained that this wasn't really for anything official, it was just something they did every once and a while to renew the ties between the humans and the anthros.

There were several other bears in the group, one was a polar bear that towered over the group by nearly a foot and half. Caribou were there as well as some large cats that looked like lynx and cougars. They were all marked in some way, their fur dyed with a pattern or wearing feathers that ran along their necks. Rolf had told him that hundreds of years ago they had been considered messengers to the spirit world, born with one foot closer to their gods and had been shamans and mystics. Now, they were still intricately tied into the community, some even had married into human families with no issue. One elderly moose was settled in a circle with human and anthro children, his large grey muzzle splashed with blue markings as he told one of their traditional stories.

He had half expected to see strangers this far out from town, but a few glances around the gathering showed him otherwise. They were people from town, he recognized many of them, and a few were indeed watching him with a touch of suspicion. He blew out a breath and tried to ignore it, he wanted to learn more, and this was the best way to do it.

At least I can sympathize with my dormmate now.. He thought with wan amusement, he'd always assumed anthropology was a soft major, he was learning better on this trip of self-discovery.

Rolf led him to a spot out of the way of the rest of the people, though not far enough for them to miss out on what was going on. He produced a rough felt blanket, throwing it open so Shayn could sprawl out. This was what he'd been wanting when he'd come up this way, not sitting at Rolf's house or cruising half assed museums. This was something real, something vibrant and alive, with the soft sound of music blending together as he leaned backwards and propped his elbows beneath him and grinned a little as Rolf smiled down at him. The bear's features were illuminated by the firelight and stars, making him look strangely primal as he remained standing.

"I'll get you something to drink and eat, the show will be starting soon and you'll want to have something." Rolf rumbled with a grin. "This'll be a night you never forget."

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Rolf left Shayn on the blanket, taking with him the vision of the bright green eyes dancing with fire in them. The homely sounds of the gather were in his ears, calling to him oh so sweetly as he moved through people he had known all his life. One of the other bears gave him a long look, disapproving to say the least, but he didn't care. Most of the people here were disapproving of the fact he had brought a stranger into their midst, but this was a pace of peace and there would be no arguments or protests, he would just be carefully shunned throughout the event. They didn't see what he did in the young man, they only saw a stranger and that was unwelcome in their midst.

He had sensed something from the first time he'd talked to the lad, there was something hiding there under the surface. All his life he had been trained to see into the other side, he had been raised to be a shaman, so he didn't ignore his feelings where Shayn were concerned. He was odd, there was something in the way he held himself, the way he talked, the way that he felt, it all indicated something more. His eyes were the tip of the iceberg, the strange vibrant emerald gave a hint as to what was hiding below the surface. His eyes flicked back to where his friend was resting on the blanket, the lean form sitting up and watching the gathering with every evidence of interest.

As the bears eyes slid over the human form, he could see something below the surface, a brush of something pale white surging and roiling in the spirit world. It was waiting to be free, barely contained by the human skin, pushing the driving up against the bonds restlessly. It was the same presence that had made the hair colors so strangely, the grey-white streaks a touch of what was resting in his soul. Rolf could almost feel it calling out to him, the strange spirit that wanted to be free, that was trying to twist and writhe it's way into the world and only held back by the fact no one had tried to lure it free.

The bear pushed his way through the crowd, his tail twitched a little bit as the moose that was telling stories gave him a long look, the eyes not quite judgmental, but disappointed in what he'd done. How could they not see what he did? Were they blind or simply ignoring what was right in front of their eyes? He ignored it as he went to the layout of food, passing up the dishes that had been set out for the entire gathering. He didn't know what Shayn really was, what was hiding there, but he had every intention of finding out. He drifted towards the small table set near the back, the stone ware that was carefully kept away from the edge where young children could grab them. Most of them were familiar, the sort of things that were frequently made for events such a this, made differently by each family.

Some would give increased awareness of the spiritual world, some would allow a person to slip into a trance like state, others worked to awaken a third eye. They were all created from various herbs and plants, though some of the more modern tinctures that were made with distilled liquor. He picked out one that he had known the wolves would bring, a mixture that caught the light with slow swirls and flashes as it moved back and forth. He wanted to see what lurked beneath the surface of the human, and there was only one way to do it, to control his mind, his body, his being to drag free the spirit that hid beneath the surface.

He knew that in the past they had found people like this, their legends were full of it spirits that were born in the wrong form, or melded with one they never should have had. It had once been considered their duty to draw those spirits out, or giving them freedom from earthly bonds, but the modern age had made them slow and complacent. They had begun to go through gathers like this with just the motions, forgetting a part of their past that should have never been lost. But in Shayn, he had a chance to recall their past, the release a part of himself that had been hidden under a modern age of machines and technology.

There was something appealing about controlling the lad that way, to peel away the layers of humanity to reveal what was beneath. Shayn was quite a lovely young man as far as human's went, he was unique looking and lean in a way that he didn't often see here. Most males this way had a bit more meat on their bones, more muscle from working and growing up in a place that more than a bit harsh. There was something exotic in his eyes, his bearing, something that was incredibly attractive to the bear, part of it was what was hiding under the surface true, but the rest of it was a lovely mingling of honest lust and attraction. This would start a night to remember, and more.

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"Here, have a drink." Rolf passed over a stoneware mug to Shayn, a smile teasing the edges of his lips. "They're going to start the singing soon, you'll enjoy it, it's mostly old stories set to song."

"They didn't si-" He started to ask, but the bear snorted out an amused sound that made Shayn close his lips, reminded that he shouldn't be asking questions.

Instead, he settled down to watch and nibbled on the plate of food that his friend had brought, trying the drink dubiously only to find out it was some sort of tea. The music was a lot like the sounds he'd heard when he'd been around his mother's people, but this time it was a steady throbbing beat with more drum to it and at a different tempo. Their drums were larger and deeper, sending reverberating sounds through the night, though he immediately noticed that they kept to the far side of the fire, not near where Rolf had taken him. It showed, without words, that they disapproved of a stranger in their midst, and he tried to make himself small and silent.

The tea was good for taking his mind off the occasional hostile looks, it was strangely sharp tasting, as if cloves had been turned into some sort mild liquor and brewed in with tea. It wasn't bad, but it was certainly odd, it distracted him from looking around like he wanted too. Instead, he concentrated on trying to puzzle out the cool drink and listened to the music. The sound of singing soon wedded into the beating drums, working together and rising up in a strange language that he didn't understand. He felt a pang of annoyance as they began to sing, he had no idea what they were saying, he didn't even know how to speak his mother's tongue. He turned to say something to the bear, when the deep voice began to murmur softly to him. Translating the story.

He threw a grateful look to his friend before sipping his tea again, settling in to listen. It was a story about the stars, but not the one he was familiar about with the raven in it, but the wolves that chased after them, devouring them. The low deep rumble of the bear's words and the drums worked together, seeming to blend through the air as he drank. He could almost imagine the wolves carved of dawn snapping up the stars to make them disappear one by one, the way they danced and cavorted before the coming sunlight. His eyes lidded and his stomach felt so warm with the drink, the world floated around him.

The sensation only grew as the bear's voice seemed to come in time with the drums, almost changing and shifting to the music so that it was singing. He closed his eyes as another shiver of dizziness came over him, a pleasant thrill as he listened about the wolves that had come down from their heavens to hunt in the mortal realm. The world became distant, the drums faded until it was just that voice that was lifting him up and wrapping around him. The fingers slipped out, curling around his mind tightly and caressing down the initial spike of panic, pushing it away. He could feel the wolves around him, hunting and howling, caressing him with large bodies as they slipped by.

"Stand up." Rolf murmured, his voice dark and thick, and it was like a cord was being drawn taut between them. "It's alright, just stand up, slowly and carefully...."

Shayn blinked his eyes, but didn't see anything except the wolves, dancing wolves made of sun and starlight, leaping and surging towards the horizon. He was blind and all he could do was stand up slowly, swaying back and forth as he struggled to look around him. He didn't know what to do or where to go, all he knew was that there was a voice, Rolf's voice, murmuring softly about the story. He followed it blindly, trusting in the deep rumble to lead him onwards. Step after step, he moved and the wolves followed as the drums started to rumble behind him, making his chest tighten.

The wolves followed him, yelping and frolicking, turning and twisting, running this way and that with their tails hanging level with their haunches. He laughed to himself, following them was so easy, he reached out to touch them and felt the fur brushing beneath his fingers. Where his fingers touched, the light spilled along his skin and he heard the bear's rumble of laughter. He felt paws on his body, warm and dry paw pads that brushed his cheek lightly and he stumbled forward. The drumming was faded into the background and he couldn't recall what it was or wy it was there. He just knew that the paws that glided along his form were gentle and he tried to focus on the bear in the darkness.

His eyes focused briefly and then the stars erupted in front of his eyes, making his fingers ball up against the soft thick fur, squeezing against it while a gasp was drawn out of his throat. The first ripple ran down his back and wolves howled in his own mind, he heard their haunting song as his body bowed forward and his back arched upwards. He pulled away from his friend, trying to struggle free of the hold on his mind, but the soft rumbling voice pulled him back as the first popping joint echoed in his ears and he tumbled forward into the gripping paws that flexed lightly against his shoulders.

"Calm yourself..." The warm voice murmured in his ear, throbbing through his mind. "There is nothing to fear here. Isn't that right?"

"Yes?" His voice sounded thick and slow in his own ears, he couldn't quite make his tongue work the way he expected it too.

He shuffled forward, the movement a lurching attempt to get his feet to work when there was another popping sound and he stumbled to the ground away from the bear. His body was changing, he felt it, the rippling of his skin and bones, the ache in his jaws, and at the same time the panic didn't come. It was held back by the soothing rumbling voice that called his attention to what was happening to him. The vision of the wolves from the story faded as he opened his eyes and stared at his fingers as they shortened and became thicker, broadening towards the base as claws pushed forward. A hand stroked down his back, a sensual caress that spilled warmth over him and brought a groan from his throat, his tongue curled backwards while his mouth lengthened.

His teeth curved sharply downwards, tapering towards points and nearly catching on his tongue while his ears became taller and moved along the side of his head. His hair was no longer gathered along the edges of his vision, it was retreating back towards his head. A paw stroked down towards the curve of his rum, the voice was so deep and strong, drawing him down and his attention shifted away from his blocked away panic. It felt deliciously sensitive as the fur began to push out from his skin, coating him, running down his spine, it caressed him in places he had never felt before so he began to squirm in place. He arched and twisted, squirmed and rubbed downwards as his shirt was slowly pulled off him.

The air felt cool and sensuous, chasing up his spin and ruffling forming fur with a delicious caress that brought his head up as he cried out under his breath and dug his claws into the ground. His shirt was tossed to the ground and his ears twitched, following the sound as the fingers worked along the base of his spine and slid upwards. The slow drag drew a groan from his throat, his back arched higher up in the air as he pressed into them and there was a soft laugh above him. It vibrated his body, making him flush hot and then cold.

"It feels good, doesn't it? The kiss of the wind? The warm air running over you and parting your fur?" Rolf spoke softly, the claws slipped into his pants, the band of them being pulled downwards in a slow drag that made him gasp out. "it feels fitting."

"Yes.." Shayn's words came out tight and trembling, his breathing was so fast that he felt as if his lungs were about to burst.

He allowed himself to be disrobed, the drag of the jeans along the edge of his hips and curve of his ass. The brush of a claw traced along his ass cheek and drew a high pitched whimper from his throat, and not a human sound at that. It was animalistic and rough as the pressure grew along the base of his spine and continued to build. Thoughtlessly, he opened his jaws and a long lupine tongue spilled out to dangle in the air as he felt the soft paw pads running down his inner thighs, the claws stroking towards his ankles. The pressure grew to a breaking point and something pushed outwards, he could feel his skin tightening as it went, the push making him squirm in place, his hips shifting ever so slightly to try and brace himself.

He didn't know when he'd been stripped down, he only knew that one moment he was wearing clothes and in the next he felt his pants being dropped down beside him. He was naked to the night air and he basked in it, writhing and trembling, his ears tipped back on his head as his shaft stiffened and grew hard along the line of his belly. He could feel it stroking against his fur, so much more sensitive than it had been, it was almost feverishly hot feeling, quivering in the air and spilling a wet trail of precum right down along the rise of his naval as he arched his back. A paw stroked upwards, running the line of his inner thighs and made him jerk forward, turning on his hip, staring wildly up at the bruin that had his head tilted down towards him.

His boy quivered, his eyes swimming with sparks of light as the claws curled up and brushed lightly along his orbs. It nearly set him off, his whine came out sounding more canine than human, and he didn't care, he cared for nothing except for the feel of the fingers teasing over him, running along the edges of his fur. The dark brown eyes seemed like sparks of all consuming light as he looked up at them, his need surging forward to silence his mind before the lips brushed down against his own. He felt a brush of whiskers against his own, the wolf trembled as the paw slipped up and curled right around his cock, running lightly upwards so that a shiver rushed down his spine and roused up his fur in a line.

"Shhh sleep, Shayn.." The lips moved against his own, just as the newly changed wolf felt something thick and heavy roll over him, dragging him down as he tried to fight it. His body drove forward, trying to reach the peak he wanted just from that light touch, but it was forbidden him as the darkness dragged him down, heedless of his need or not.

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"Wake up, or are you going to bake in the sun all day?" The gruff voice made Shayn grumble, shifting and turning on his side to try and get away from it. "Seriously, if you don't get up, you're going to cook."

"Rrrr... m'fine.." He mumbled, trying to curl up tighter, but a large paw reached out shake his shoulder. "HEY!"

He jerked up in place and twisted around, finding himself glaring at the bear from the open truck door. He pinned his ears flat back and for a moment couldn't remember what was going on or why he was here. He stared out over his muzzle and knew only panic as he did so. He stared down at a smooth white coating of fur along his arms and hands, or rather, his paws, the shortened fingers were all wrong, the claws that were grasping at the seat were dark black and curved. He yelped out and surged forward in his panic, pushing past Rolf who let out an oomphing sound as he hit the ground and looked around wildly, only realize he was naked when he stood up.

His sheath was jutting out with a few inches of shaft resting against his belly, red against the white fur. He reached down and touched himself, wildly patting against his chest, twisting around to see a thick plume of a tail behind him and yelped out a bit higher. He nearly reached back to grab himself when a hand gripped his shoulder and forced him to come a trembling shuddering halt. He looked around wildly, glancing behind himself again, but was given a shake to stop him, the bear's expression worried and amused both.

"I told you not to drink anything from the table." Rolf sighed. "Come on, wake up! All the way up. Stop freaking out, you're already naked do you want to make it worse?"

"What? That's not why I'm-" He started to protest, but the fingers flexed and the bear let out an amused noise, a deep thrumming sound that made him pause. "I'm a wolf."

"That's right, Shayn." It was the tone that people used for nutjobs, but it made him calm down a bit, though he still trembled. "You're a wolf. Is that wrong?"

The words were warm and sweet, purring and concerned enough that he started to relax and drew in a shivering breath. Shayn stared down at himself and couldn't... quite recall why he had been panicked. He had been scared of something, but it was gone now, he blinked a few times and struggled to recall what seemed like a dream, only to have it slip away again, fading into the past until he gave his head a few shakes back and forth to clear it.

"No.. I-I guess that's right." He stammered, and flushed, his ears darkening as they tipped back. "And I'm naked."

"Jesus, how much of that tea did you drink last night?" Rolf pushed him firmly forward, the claws felt lovely against his back, not rough, gentle enough to make him shiver in delight.

"I... I don't remember drinking it." He admitted and tried to recall last night, but it was hazed over strangely. "Did I make an idiot out of myself?"

He could recall the story tellers, but they hadn't been what he'd expected so Rolf had drawn him away for some reason. The reason was all tumbled together in a strangely erotic memory that he couldn't remember the cause of. He grew hotter as he recalled something of it, the feel of a paw on his tail, the warm breath against his neck. Had he found some girl to make a fool of himself with? He couldn't imagine any of the city people being that familiar with him, but there was always the chance.

"No, never that." Rolf assured him as they stepped into the small ranch house. "I think you just got a little happy towards the end, but I got you in the truck before anything happened."

That sounded right, Shayn remembered feeling like his clothes were too tight and were clinging to him, he'd been bothered and annoyed by them until he had peeled them off entirely. That must be why Rolf had left, it made sense, he had just had a weird dream brought on by drinking too much a tea laden with some sort of drug. He'd been told not to drink anything at the start of the night, he probably hadn't listened or he had grabbed something wrong by mistake. He could only imagine what the small town must think of him now and his antics, they would be mocking him to be sure. As he stepped into the house he let out a sigh and started to shuffle towards the guest room, he needed to get some clothes on, that would make him feel a bit more put together.

"Where ya goin'?" Rolf drawled out, the claws teasing right along the line of the wolf's spine, working against the fur so that he stood up on his toe tips with a brief sound of pleasure.

"To get dressed?" Shayn answered uncertainly, only to feel the claws running a bit more playfully this way and that, the tips trailing down to the base of his tail.

"Ahh and hide that lovely body? That would be a sin, wouldn't it?" Rolf murmured softly, his voice dark and suggestive.

Shayn's alarms flared up and he stopped for a moment, he knew something was wrong with that. He tried to focus on the wrongness, but a brush of the claws on his back only drew another delighted shiver down his spine. His focus crumbled slowly, falling away as he arched himself up and let out a soft noise from deep in his throat in appreciation for the way they found the sensitive tracing of his spine. The bear crooned at him, the sound soothing and purring in his ears as he turned to one side and pushed back against the touch. He relaxed as the fingers ran down along his hip and curved lightly, the bulk of the grizzly pushed along his back and nudged him towards the kitchen.

It was familiar and new all at once, his mind was flaring hot with a need that he knew wasn't right, but he couldn't deny the effects to his body. He groaned out as he felt his cock slipping free of his sheath, feeling how sensitive it was growing as it pushed out along his belly fur. The teeth nipped against his neck and he arched slightly as the paw wrapped around his belly, the fingers curling and stroking upwards, running against the fur as he was forced to catch himself against the dining room table.

"You remember our bet, don't you?" Rolf purred against his neck, the teeth were so delightfully agile in finding the sensitive spots that he was nearly squirming in place as they brushed against him.

"Bet?" He managed to ask, his breathing was coming a bit faster, harder to contain while he felt the paw move down towards his belly.

"You really were out of it.." Rolf barked out laughter and his fingers caught against Shayn's cock making the wolf cry out sharply. "If you ended up doing something silly, I get to at least have a good send off to work and you get to be frustrated."

"I agreed to that?" He queried, this sounded so wrong and strange, not at all like him, but when he tried to think of that the fingers worked down the length of his cock and he let out a short groaning cry of pleasure and bucked forward.

"Yes, you aren't backing out are you?" There was laughter to that voice, teasing mockery that only served to arouse him as he trembled in place and arched his back again. "I'd hate to have you break a bet."

"Never that..." Shayn flushed, the original fear and confusion was gone in the heat that was building from the fingers teasing along the tip of his cock.

Who had ever imagined paw pads would be so soft? They pushed around him, swirling in a circle so he was humping forward a bit faster and his claws dug down against the dining room table. He pushed further from his sheath, throbbing as inch after inch pushed along the paw and dribbles of precum ran along the digits. He barely realized the bear was shifting behind him, Rolf moved with surprising grace for an ursine, Shayn only really came to realize what was happening when he heard the loose shorts being unzipped and felt the fabric dropping down along the back of his legs.

Something hard and stiff pushed up along the plush fur of his ass and he was throbbing with need, flaring with it the point that he was panting shallowly, his tongue tip spilling out a touch. The fingers teased lightly, strumming along the line of the shaft and running towards the glans so that his entire shaft pulsed against her belly. The bear rubbed his length along the crease of his ass, teasing the weight that was far larger than his own back and forth, tugging along the soft plush fur. He flicked his tail up instinctively, he didn't really think about doing anything else as he arched himself up and rolled his hips backwards. The bear let out a chuffing sound of pleasure and the fingers lightly gripped his cock tip, sliding and smearing the precum over him.

His fingers bit down hard enough that he heard the wood scraping, dragging over the surface and marring it while he arched his back up and gave a few shallow thrusts. Each one rubbed him backwards as the tip of the cock grazed this way and that, trailing under his tail base lightly before pushing up and over. The wetness spread and matted his fur down as he let out soft noises and wriggled back and forth, his arousal growing until he felt the knot pushing out of the sheath entirely. He was throbbing and quivering, the wetness was coating his tip and leaking downwards, his eyes kept tightly shut while the fingers slipped away from his cock. They brushed upwards, trailing along the line of his belly, ruffling the fur upwards over his chest before the bear stepped back with a groan.

"Time to fulfil the bet, darlin'..." Rolf murmured, his hand moving away from his cock to reach up to help the wolf turn.

He felt a moment of confusion, this wasn't right, at least he didn't think it was right. He struggled briefly, trying to concentrate on the strange feeling, but the fingers rubbed under his muzzle, the slippery fingers ran towards the edges of his lips as he faced Rolf. The big bear had a small smile on his muzzle as there was a light push, guiding him down onto an awkward position on his knees. He struggled to get his mind to work past the flush of desire and lust that was uncurling in his belly. The rumbling sound above him was soothing and taunting, making every attempt to get his mind to work falter and fail under the pressure of desire.

He balanced on his knees, one of his hand paws reached out to grip against the thick soft brown fur, helping to keep his pose as the fingers slipped under his chin. He was guided forward slowly, his muzzle brushing nearly right along the dark pink bulbous tip that jutted up in the air. He whined out softly, his tongue flicking out as something hot and gooey oozed out along the bridge of his muzzle. The clear precum spilled down along the black curve of his muzzle until it splattered onto his tongue. It tasted salty sweet as the bear rocked his hips, dragging them backwards so that the line of the shaft dragged over his muzzle and brushed down towards his lips.

"A bet's a bet..." Rolf rumbled, his eyes lidded as he looked down at Shayn, the lips twitched up in sly amusement that made the wolf flushed hotly with embarrassment.

Shayn licked out again automatically, flicking the broad lupine tongue up to sweep under the cock tip and brushed down along the thickness of the girth. His long broad tongue flicked out and coiled around the length of the shaft, pushing down along the length in a slow powerful caress that ran all the way down towards the base. One of the heavy paws reached and gripped him right behind the scruff, kneading and teasing against the fur as the ursine hips rocked forward again and the glans started to nudge between his lips, spreading his maw open wider and wider, dribbling the spill inwards towards the back of his throat while he pushed forward with a soft groan.

It felt strange and new, but at the same time his mind was trying to tell him that he'd done this before, this was just a part of his life like everything else. He tilted his head to one side, tipping back his ears as he began to work his head back and forth slowly and steadily. His tongue worked in slow sensuous strokes, curling and sweeping upwards towards the glans, tightening around it before pushing downwards again. Saliva and precum coated the girth, working down towards the base until his muzzle was nestled right against the thick plush fur, making him swallow and tighten his grip eagerly to feel a splatter of precum erupting out into the back of his throat.

The bear's rumbling taunted him before the hips pushed forward and the bulbous tip pushed into his throat, wedging him open until he was struggling with the sheer thickness of him. It was so hard to cope with the size, his jaws ached slightly as he slathered his tongue out and pushed down lower, rubbing upwards to grind right over the tip of the cock, swirling in slow powerful circles. His own cock remained stiff and hard against his belly, brushing against him and making him squirm and rock his hips just to drag his cock through his belly fur to give him startling tremors of pleasure, but never what he was trying to achieve. He balled his fingers up into the ursine's fur and pushed forward harder, swallowing and suckling around the cock tip, pulling until he heard Rolf let out a low cry.

The salty sweet taste of it clung to his senses, his taste buds were overwhelmed while his nose drew in the rich scent of the male bear, slightly spicy so that he savored it. It was strange and familiar all at once, his tongue danced along the sensitive nerves, they seemed to know where to stroke to get the best reactions, the short whimpering cries and snarls of pleasure when he fluttered over a certain spot and then sped up his bobbing head. The gooey precum was swallowed down as well as being used to slicken the shaft, his own saliva mixed with it as Shayn tilted his head down further and rubbed his lips back and forth against the soft furred sheath, hearing the bruin snarl and the hips bucked up and grind the tip deeper into his clutching squeezing throat.

The fingers teased down his shoulders, running towards his shoulder blades as he let out soft whimpers from low in his throat, helpless sounds that he couldn't stop even if he had wanted too. He turned his head this way and that, his fingers moved to slip in a bit further along the edge of the thighs, caressing and working his digits down in a light stroke that trailed right along the inner thighs as Rolf rocked forward again. He wanted to move his hand down to wrap around his own cock, the feel of it so hard and eager was almost a torture, but he kept his hands where they were, instead he worked on pushing all of his attention on his friend.

He pulled his head back, his muzzle parting as the swollen head nearly pulled free with a wet sound before he pushed forward again. He lavished the tip with powerful short strokes, fluttering and curling, scooping up the precum as the hips shuddered and jerked forward, plunging back into his maw again. Shayne tilted his head back, squirming as the hold on his neck and shoulders tugged him forward so that every last inch was plunged into his muzzle, his tongue pinned down as the swollen head began to thicken, making it harder to hold in his jaws. He pulled and swallowed, every bobbing movement dragging along the pulsing flesh before Rolf let out a snarling cry above him.

The hips lunged forward a final time, ensuring that every last inch was caught in his muzzle, and he dug his fingers in along the curved furred hips and braced himself. The throbbing cock erupted in his hold, his long tongue felt the shaft pulsing, the vein running through it swelling as the hot splatters of creamy cum erupted into his jaws. Rope after heavy rope coated his throat, he swallowed and worked along him, pulling and milking, trying to draw more and more of the seed out of heavy swollen balls. The cream slowly stilled to weak pulses, splattering out on his tongue as he panted and trembled in place, his eyes squeezing shut.

"Rrrr, best won bet I've had in a while." Rolf groaned above him, the fingers trailed up and rubbed right behind Shayn's ears as the wolf pulled his muzzle back and the cock tip slipped free with a slick noise.

The wolf was shaking, his body strung tight with desire that he was having problems holding restrained. He wanted to reach down and paw himself off, but he couldn't manage to get his body to obey him. He was trapped and shaking, his breath came out in soft puffs while he flattened his ears down and tried to clear the lingering feelings of confusion.

"I gotta get ready for work, why don't you come with? Better to have you out and about than stuck in here, eh?" The bear's voice was amusement and Shayn lifted his eyes to glare up at him.

"That's not fair." He complained, feeling the fingers tickling the tips of his ears lightly.

"Next time don't bet." He responded lightly, stepping back with a shake that waggled his rounded ears lightly.

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Shayn's world became strange, he knew it was strange, but over the next week he couldn't put his finger on how strange it was. It was like waking up in the wrong skin and trying to come to terms with it, but at the same time he knew it was the right skin. His mind was wrapped up and twisted, unable to think straight as his body felt too hot nearly every day, burning and clinging to him with fur that was far too thick in the mild heat. His hide felt overly sensitive, swollen and so pleasurable that he could barely keep his mind on what he'd come her to do. And half the times he could barely remember what he was here for.

It built from the morning he had woken up in the truck, and didn't end, he couldn't seem to get control of himself. Whenever he tried to do something seriously, such as go through his journal, his body would drag him away from it. He was humiliated to admit the fact that he was hard more than half the time, and at least the tip of his cock was pushed out the rest of the time. It was a distraction, a throbbing need that built at all the wrong times until he felt as if he couldn't hold his attention on anything for long before that driving need started to distract him. Rolf was amused, he was always amused, and that just made it worse.

One morning, Shayn had been up and staring at his open journal, his brows furrowed struggling to understand why it was so strange to read what he'd written and the bear had gotten up. It had just been like any other morning, the bear had come out in nothing at all, his eyes sliding over the wolf intimately while he had struggled to keep his attention on his journal and words he was having trouble remembering what he'd written and why. The bear had come over and with a touch of a paw made the journal seem unimportant. It hadn't been sexual, strictly, just a touch, but it had been enough to push away all thoughts from his mind except for the heat and desire that lurked beneath the surface. He hadn't been able to go back to his journal as the paws had trailed over him, the light massaging touch ran along the curve of his shoulders had coaxed his head back and a groan from his throat.

Masturbating was only a temporary relief from the need, a distraction of his own paw or Rolf's that helped him forgot briefly that he wanted, but it always came back worse than before. And it never felt right, it chafed him and made him struggle to figure out what he was doing wrong, but the answer evaded him. He could barely remember a time when his mind hadn't felt heavy and clouded, unable to concentrate on the larger questions that didn't involve his loins. Why couldn't he remember them? To make it worse, Rolf watched him almost constantly, the bear's eyes were guarded but interested, as if he knew something and was waiting for something, but Shayn was given no hint as to what he was waiting for!

He was on edge, uncomfortably aware that there was something wrong, but the constant presence of his host made it hard to remember what had gone wrong. Shayn leaned his head back on the couch, his eyes staring over the bridge of his white and grey muzzle and he tried to remember why that wasn't supposed to be there. Even as he began to think about it, he became uncomfortably aware of the fact that his body felt wrong all over, it wasn't what he should be. He flipped his ears back on his head and let out a puff, shifting against the couch as he pushed his elbows down and looked along the sweep of his pale furred belly. This wasn't right. Not at all.

He licked his lips a few times, feeling the heat growing along his belly as he squirmed against the couch, he knew this was wrong. The thought stuck, but it was pushed forward by the uncomfortable fact that his shaft was hard, again, he writhed back on the couch and pushed his paw down, hooking against the edge of his pants with one sharp claw. The claw shouldn't be there, he frowned slightly and stared at the offending paw, stopping in the process of peeling down his pants as he did so. His shaft was pushing up against the fabric as he panted shallowly and furrowed his brows, struggling to make his mind work.

"This isn't right." Shayn spoke aloud, his voice rasping before he heard the chair beside him move.

"Isn't it?" Rolf's deep voice was soothing and soft. He had forgotten the bear was in the room, when his need grew too much he forgot so much about his surroundings that he was vaguely horrified. It was like he might break in public and not care until it was too late. "I thought it felt right, you certainly seemed to think so too."

"No, not right.." It was a shirt that didn't fit right, but instead of a shirt it was his body.

"Then let us try something else, hmm?" The bear shifted, the creak of the couch made Shayn blink and turn his head back. The dark paw slipped along his cheek, stroking lightly so that he cried out shallowly.

It was hot, it was fire brushing against his cheek and spilled over the edges. He couldn't think past the fire that surged to the forefront of his mind. There was no place in his world for anything but the heat that made him surge up and off the couch. A large hand wrapped around him, a gripping paw that pulled him backwards as he tried to stand up. He bit back a whimper, his breathing came out in a rush while the large paw stroked down and trailed along the line of his belly in a feather light caress that made his muscles tense and shudder. This was all wrong, he wasn't supposed to feel this, wasn't supposed to be so hard along his shorts that it was growing painful. He was relieving the wrong need, he didn't have the body he should have had to meet that need.

A paw moved down and glided along the line of his belly, the broad claws teased through the fur lightly as the bear settled on the couch behind him, dragging him up and onto the warm lap. "Let's see what's so shy about coming out, hrrm?" Rolf murmured softly. "You know it's hiding, don't you, so afraid to even mention it to yourself."

"Yes..." He panted out, Shayn's eyes fluttered shut as the claws ran down along his inner thighs, making him swallow a noise as his shorts were slowly loosened. "That's it, this isn't right, has to be different."

"Yes, we just had to get to realize that you needed to be different first." Approving, the voice was so terribly convincing as Rolf moved his hand downwards.

Shayn jerked backwards, his legs being forcibly spread as his cock sprang up to bump against his belly and his eyes squeezed shut. He was panting shallowly, his world narrowed down to the heat running beneath the surface, caressing him, rubbing beneath his skin until he was nearly writhing in place in delight at the feel of it. There was no pain, only pleasure that built as his cock pooled precum right along the dimple of his navel. He reached back and gripped the bear's hips to try and brace himself as a low rumble vibrated right along his curved ears. The paws slipped the shorts down to the floor so that he was writhing back against the broad lap in the nude.

A hot tongue ran up along the line of his neck, flicking up lightly to curl along his jaw while he groaned out. He moved his paw away from the bear's hip and reached down to wrap around his cock, feeling the boned girth against his palm. It felt good touching himself there, but it wasn't right, his body was baffled by it and he moved his fingers down towards the swollen base. His concerns, his questions, were pulled away as his body became feverish, his breathing turned into soft pants that spilled from his lips, his tongue uncurling a touch. The fingers ran down along his body, strumming through him until he let out a keening breath and his back arched upwards.

It was like an electrical jolt hitting him, a spasm that had him writhing in place until only the broad paw held him in place. His world tilted wildly and he felt his body shifting. For a brief moment he recalled the night of the gathering, the story, his human body, the way it had felt before he had drank the tea offered to him, but his ability to hold onto that thought was lost in the throbbing heat that poured down the line of his spine. The thick plush fur that had covered his body as a wolf began to smooth down and grow sleeker, he felt it tightening like a second skin as the bear's paw slipped up and cupped right over his jutting cock. The fingers teased him, playing lightly to keep him occupied as his jaws shifted and his teeth began to flatten.

"S-stop..." Shayn panted out raggedly, his eyes wild as his teeth became wider and his nose began to shift. "Please..."

"I'm not doing anything." Rolf rumbled, the throaty sound strumming through him as the hand wrapped right around the base of his cock.

The fingers clutching him made him bow upwards with another shock of pleasure, but it wasn't right, his body was shivering and shedding what was wrong with it. His ears became larger and heavier, they moved to either side of his head, batting back roughly against the bear's snout while his body became leaner. His fingers thickened and grew heavier, the curved black claws grew wide enough to engulf the tips of his fingers, becoming more hoof-like in appearance as they grew. He shuddered and pushed at them, feeling the mobility beginning to fade while his foot paws began to have the same changes happen, but far more extreme. The toes stiffened and hardened, his foot pads faded away as the shape of his leg changed entirely.

He tried to concentrate on them, his knowledge of what was happening, but the hand teased him, the fingers strummed along his cock, running around the tip and smearing precum over him to the point that he couldn't think, he couldn't do anything but hump forward as the other hand moved away from his waist to grip his knot. The tension of that hand clutching him made him buck roughly, twisting his hips as his feet were lost to thick cloven hooves fringed with pale grey along the lower edge, running upwards towards the ankle. He panicked, crying out, but a whimper didn't spill out of his throat, a bugle spilled free, wild sounding and long while his nose became broader and expanded along the tip of his changing muzzle, the darkness becoming soft and velvety with a split in the middle. His cock was quivering and thickening, the base was swelling and forcing the paw to spread open wide as the bear shifted beneath him.

He felt the cock pushed right up along the crease of his ass, grinding in a way that made him want to curse and plead all at once. He wanted to feel that shaft plunging into his body, he was aching for it to the point of madness. He was losing control, his body being poured into a new form with every nerve screaming to be touched and caressed. He barely fought when one of the glistening hands reached up to cup his chest, the claws curled a bit harder and squeezed, finding the flesh soft and plush. Shayn's world trembled in place as he felt the palm grinding right along the tightened nub of his nipple, teasing back and forth until he cried out. It was a bugling call, his hips jerking upwards against the palm that clutched around him. The paw that had been struggling to hold his swollen length, easily held him all as he was pushed over the edge.

It was hot and liquid, his body poured itself into the act of relief, his shaft throbbed and quivered sending up pearly ropes of seed against his belly while the shaft began to draw backwards against the paw. He could feel the paw clutching his chest oddly, and he didn't care, it felt so good to have the soft padded fingers rubbing over him he was basking in it, squirming and arching, twisting and writhing, he didn't care what he felt as long as it didn't stop. The fingers pumped and worked along his shaft, they spread along his orbs where he bleated out at a feel of pressure. It was a pressure that was similar to what he felt on his head, but it was of something pushing inwards instead of outwards. Walls clamped down tightly, squeezing and caressing in a way that sent another tremor through his body, a shocking thrill of pleasure that she could barely contain.

"Shhh... shhh...." Rolf murmured against his neck, the fingers suddenly curled inwards, brushing up and pushing roughly between Shayn's legs.

He panicked as he felt something spreading, his outer lips began to spread open to engulf the digits. With a cry he jerked forward, scrambling away as the fingers began to sink into his.... Her newly formed cunny. Her cloven hooves hit the ground and she stumbled forward blindly before tripping over her numb feeling toes. She hit the ground with an ungraceful bleat and stared down at her thick hoof like tipped nails, her body was still shuddering with the change as she stared down at herself. Breasts, soft white and grey furred breasts with pale pink nipples stood out against her chest. There was no hiding them, and lower... lower she stared at a perfectly shaped set of lips between her legs where there had been none.

"A mountain goat..." The soft words brought her head up, Shayn's body tensed. She remembered now, she was a human! The bear was doing this to her! Her ears darkened, humiliated by what she'd done before, her mouth opening to yell. "Come here."

There was a force behind those words, a draw that drew the strings taut through her body and made her fight, but it was an unseen fight. There was a bond between them, one that dragged her towards him, she even rolled over on all fours with her tail twitching behind her. It was no longer a thick graceful plume, but a short triangle shaped tail that was quivering and twitching this way and that. What was he doing to her? The tea should have worn off days ago, but she was still drawn to him as his hand slipped down lightly, his thumb brushed right along her soft velvety lips as Rolf leaned forward. The closer she came, the harder it was to think, he was pressing against her mind as well as her personal space.

"Love? Are you alright? You don't have to do this if you don't want too." Rolf's concerned voice brought her head up and she tried to keep ahold of her outrage, her fear and anger.

"What... are you doing?" She slurred the words out, but his hand moved down her back, a slow touch that roused her body like fire. "Stop..."

"Shay, it's alright, I didn't mean to press." The words were concerned and Shayn struggled against the push against her mind, the caress that made her breathing coming faster. "Why don't you go lay down if you're not feeling well."

The presence pressed against her, making Shay close her eyes as she couldn't quite keep her mind on what she had been thinking about. His concern was palpable, his brows furrowed despite the fact that his body still showed every bit of arousal that had been there just a moment ago. She tensed up, she tried to hold her ground, her breathing became slightly strained as she did so, her body trembling in place as she tilted her head down and nearly touched her own breasts as she did so. Her body felt as if it were going hot and cold by turns, unable to decide which one it should be settled on at any one moment. She stared at her hoof tipped fingers as if they didn't even belong to her, they had never belonged to her, had they?

She closed her eyes, feeling disoriented as she wanted to jerk away and run, but she knew that wasn't right. His hand kept stroking her lightly, he leaned forward to run his fingers along her inner ears lightly as if he were checking to see if she had a fever. The concern disarmed her, soothed away the worry slowly as he rubbed along her shoulders, pushing away the fears that had risen unbidden in her throat. She shook her head a little bit, clearing the last of the dust webs out and looked up at the bear who was frowning down at her.

"No... it's alright. I'm alright." Yes, that's what she should be saying, the muscles relaxed on her shoulders and she blinked up at him with a weak smile. "I think I just got a bit confused."

"It's alright, I shouldn't have let you have that wine at dinner." Rolf murmured softly, his voice soothing away her fears. Had she had wine? Had they eaten dinner already? She couldn't remember.

Shay felt warm paws wrapping around her upper arms, the gentle touch giving a light pull to draw her to her feet even as she tried to struggle through her confusion and understanding of what had happened. Her ears were dark red, her body still throbbing with the beating of her heart beat and she protested as he moved his hand along her waist lightly. She wanted to complete what they'd started, right? That's what she'd been doing, but the world felt strangely blurred and surreal as his large paw cupped her pale hip.

"I really do feel fine...." She protested as he gave her a light nudge towards the hall, she wanted him, her body wanted him, it was a need that was flaring to life and barely being held back.

"It's alright, I'm sure you can make it up to me later." He rumbled, he almost sounded like he was purring as his eyes flicked over her greedily, making her flush and feel even more flustered. She really did feel fine...

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Shay didn't get to make it up to him the next day, or the next, she was left needing and wanting to the point of true madness as he left each day for work and seemed.... Distracted. No matter how she tried to appeal to Rolf, he was always doing something else, his nose shoved into old books and note books that had yellowed with age. His attention to her was distracted, kind to be sure, even tender, but he didn't touch her with more than a casual caress. And her body wanted more than a casual caress, it felt as if she had no control over her own senses, like she couldn't find a way to calm herself. She was alive with a fierce hot need that nibbled away at the back of her thoughts until she could no longer concentrate on anything. The TV was an annoyance, the presence of books only made her read too closely between the lines for something arousing. Her world was falling apart, and Rolf continued to do nothing but tease her, or at least it seemed so.

She had gapes in her mind of what was going on, what was happening or why she was here, but it had started to not matter. Her world narrowed down to the beating of her heart, the feel of anything against her body. Even the brush of the covers on her nude form made her squirm in place at times, to say nothing of the warm body curled against her. She tried to recall something important, she knew that, sometimes she even nearly remembered, but it was always chased away by the ever mounting heat and burn that tore through her thoughts and ravaged her attempts to understand what was happening.

She didn't even know how to relieve herself of the need, she couldn't touch herself, she didn't know why, but every time she tried her mind flickered towards Rolf and she was stilled. Her folds were puffy and glistening almost constantly, her arousal easy to see by a casual glance so she was left changing her pants several times a day. When she wore clothes, she seldom did at this point, the rub on her jeans brushed right along the line of her mound. It was enjoyable to a point, but after a day it had become an added torture that she hadn't been able to deal with. Even now, she was well aware of the heat along her loins as she did her best to keep her attention on something else, anything else, but the only thing to draw her attention was the bear.

He was seated at the dining room table, looking at the old books again, his paw flipping through them with his brows puckered as if in concentration. She was curious what he kept reading, but it was idle when compared to looking at him. He was nude, his sheath slung low along his soft furred belly, and that's where her attention was focused and lingered. She knew what was in there, she had tried to entice him in the past, but always he teased and evaded her, leaving her staring after him with frustrated anger. She might have snapped, but every time she nearly broke he would touch her, kiss her, stroke her in such a way as to make the thoughts fall apart like sugar under water.

She wondered what he would do if she slipped down to crawl under the table, if she reached up and worked her tongue in long sensuous movements over his sheath and delved into it. She had tasted him before, though he had been asleep, she had wanted to do more, but something had held her back. Now she wanted it, she wanted to feel his paws gripping her, pulling her beneath him as his hips pumped in and out of her needy body. She could imagine how it would fee, how he would groan out against her, how he would spread her swollen cunny so wide that she couldn't take another bit. It took her nearly four full minutes to realize that Rolf was talking, her attention had been soaked in day dreams of passion and desire.

"Shay?" He murmured and she struggled to snap her attention back to him, but it didn't stay there for long, her eyes were focused only on the rest of him, her mind flooded with ideas that had her shifting in place. "Shay!"

"What?" The doe jerked her head up, blinking rapidly as the bear pushed away from the table with a smile on his face.

"Poor girl, you are losing it, aren't you?" Rolf smiled as he stood up, her eyes slipped down low again. "Bit by bit the layers are revealing the real you, showing the raw form beneath. The human was the outside, something that was a protection from the rest of the world. As a wolf you were closer, but unfinished. And now..."

"What?" She asked stupidly, she tried to understand what he was saying, but it wasn't working. The harder she tried, the more her mind slipped to something else entirely, making her look down along the line of the belly.

"Your mind is primal, not thinking of anything, like an animal." Rolf walked towards her as he spoke. "In the old days, it was a state of becoming, to be released from society, to fall back to the needs of the body, your personality going right down to the basic where it belongs."

He touched her, his fingers glided along her cheeks, sliding through the fur so that her eyes fluttered shut. She let out a noise, forgetting what he was saying in favor of the rubbing strokes that moved behind her ears, the strokes that dragged up along the tips. Her skin felt warm, just that touch made her eyes flutter shut, not caring for what he was saying as her body was flared hot to the point that the gentle touch was enough to make parts of her body spasm low in her loins, a cry bursting from her throat in reaction. The hand moved down, rubbing along her cheek briefly before sliding downwards, trailing along the upper edge of her chest in a feather light caress that made her arch upwards.

"Now let us give you what this part of you needs, and see what lurks beneath the surface." His deep voice vibrated through her and had her trembling in place while he pulled her up from her seat, his hand moved down, the fingers just barely brushed over her nipple. "I can see it there, roiling under the surface, waiting to be free, she wants out. She is nearly there, such a fragile barrier between her and the real world, broken down with a touch."

The doe trembled, her eyes fluttered shut as she stood up and felt his paw pads dancing along her nipples, stroking firmly enough that her inner walls clamped around nothing. Her body shuddered in place, bucking and arching, her ears pinned down flat against her head as his paw kneaded against her breasts, curling and squeezing firmly. She didn't care why it was important to listen to what he was saying, her body had been burning for this, wanting to be touched this way, to be caressed. The thumb flicked right along the line of her nipple, fluttering back and forth as she was left shaking in place, her body was lost in the sensation of her fur being rubbed over, the digits trailing and wrapping around the curve of her ass.

The bear let out a low rumble, dropping his head down as he heaved her up onto the edge of the arm of the couch. His muzzle pushed along her chest before the hot broad tongue plunged out and swept up between her full warm breasts. The edges flicked this way and that, rubbing and working against the fur as she was balanced with her ass on the cushioned edge. Her legs were jerked upwards, forcibly spread as he leaned her backwards and trailed his tongue right towards the swollen bud of her nipple, dragging around it in smooth strokes that gathered up the slippery wetness on the tip of his tongue. The heat puffed over the edges, spilling and ruffling her fur as she felt the heat of his body moved in against her. The brush of the belly running against her own was offset by the delicious feel of the shaft pushing along the line of her belly. The weight of it ground against her, pushing up higher until she felt the bulbous tip rubbing right along the line of her navel.

His teeth tugged along her nipple, a squeezing pull that dragged it forward and made her breathing come out with a high pitched cry. Her body was throbbing and pulsing against her chest, hammering in her ears as the teeth ran around her nipple and the tongue lavished powerful strokes back and forth along the tip of the nub. His other paw moved down, pushing her legs apart until his fingers curled up and pressed right along her outer lips. The fingers pushed and wedged her folds open, curling and stroking right over the swollen clit with a light swirling touch that had her lunging upwards to grind against the touch. Rolf let out a pleased growl against her lips, one thick digit curled forward, pushing into her and caressing in a slow stroke that sent a tremor rocking down the line of her back.

She clutched around the finger that was pumping in and out of her, tugging right along the line of her passage, pulling out the slickness with them. She bit her lower lip, her ears pinned down flat against her head as she moaned out. She was embarrassed, her cheeks flushed as she felt the tension building along her back, tightening along her hips as the fingers began to work in and out rapidly. Every stroke pulled and rubbed right along the sensitive rise of her g-spot. Her eyes clamped shut as the need rose up wildly, there was no control as the tongue swirled around the tip of the nipple, the drag and stroke as the saliva coated along the edges wetly, cooling in the air as his finger plunged back into her, tipping her over the edge.

Her cry was a bleating one, her back arched up in the air as her walls clamped around the fingers, tightening and suckling, pulling and stroking from the base all the way to the tips of the fingers. She bucked and twisted, her ears pinned down flat to her head as her muzzle opened and she let out a higher pitched call as she came. The weight pushed her down harder against the arm of the couch as every muscle tensed and relaxed, the spasms raced through her as she gulped down breath after breath, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she rode the pleasure, feeling it building with electric thrills and shocks, spikes and spasms, her body bowed higher in the air.

Dimly, dimly Shay realized that her body was changing, the hoof tipped fingers that clutched against his back were softening, and she didn't care. She didn't care as long as the tongue and fingers continued to tease her, the teeth nibbled along her breast before the bear pulled his finger back. Strands of her arousal clung from the digits as they rubbed right along the nub of her clit, stroking in circles as the powerful hips drew back. She knew what was going to happen, and she jerked in place as the swollen tip of the cock dragged down her body and pushed right up along her puffy swollen folds. The precum trailed down, dribbling as her hooves began to change, she felt the ache as they became broader and softer.

"That's right... just let yourself go..." Rolf growled down at her, his body arched above her as the bulbous tip of his cock ground right up against her folds. "Let yourself be free."

Shay tried to say something, her lips opened as her teeth began to grow sharper, curling downwards until they nearly pierced her tongue as she writhed in place. The cock tip drove up against her outer lips and spread her open, straining her walls open wider and wider, so large that the goat writhed and nearly jerked her hips backwards. He was too large, too thick, he forced her walls open inch by inch, straining them around his cock so that her wetness was escaping around the edges with lewd wet noises. She jerked backwards, briefly, only to have his paws move to grip her and pull her up in the air. He rocked and inched himself inwards, each slow push spread the walls open wider and wider, straining them until they were gripping greedily around him.

Her body slid beneath him, writhing and arching, being pushed back against the arm of the couch while the hips jerked forward with a harder buck. The thickest part of the cock drove into her, forcing her outer lips open wide as the heavy furred orbs bumped right up along the curve of her ass. She curled her changing hooves, toes were forming, claws became broad paws behind the bear's back as he ground his orbs against her. Her muzzle was flattening to her face, pulling backwards as the teeth became sharper and thicker, fangs that caught along her tongue. Her ears became smaller and fatter as she arched herself up as Rolf dragged his hips back, his cock pulling and tugging through her passage while she let out a whimper.

Her body was changing, the slight spasms and twitches were lost in the need that built from the powerful thrust that drove forward with a powerful buck. She was rocked forward before the shaft drew backwards in a slow smooth stroke, caressing through her body, running along her passage as her fingers began to become more nimble, the thick nails were turning into claws, drawing backwards as she leaned forward to burrow her head against Rolf's shoulder, stilling her cries against his fur while the next thrust drove him in all the way to the hilt. She tightened her legs around him, rolling upwards as he tumbled her back onto the couch, her ass still on the arm.

Shay's hip curled forward as the bear loomed over her, his ears pinned back as she reached back to grab the cushions. Her claws slipped out from sheathes, her body began to shift, growing leaner, the muscles changing. Her nose began to grow padded, whiskers were bristling to either side, quivering in the ears. It wasn't like the other changes, it was like something was pushing free and into the light, tearing away from the body that was so wrong and molding into a new shape. Rolf's tongue flicked out, running along her nipple again, curling beneath the underside with a caressing flicker designed to draw another cry from her throat.

Her short muzzle grew broader, more feline like, her fur grew smoother and softer as her lips thinned down, her tongue grew rougher while she licked along her muzzle and smoothed over her whiskers. Her cries roughened as every thrust plunged the tip so far into her that it was tapping roughly against her cervix, oozing out thick syrupy dribbles of precum, coating along her passage. Her wetness was forced out along the thickness of the base as she curled her toes, her paw pads feeling strangely sensitive to even the brush of the fur along the bottom of them, stroking lightly as her toes curled down tightly and she braced herself. Her world darkening around the edges as the bruin began to shorten his thrusts, harder and faster, the thickest portion keeping her spread open wide at the apex of each and every push.

Her claws unsheathed right into the cushions, tearing at them as she yowled out in a high pitched feline voice. Her ears remained held tight to her head as every thrust built up on each other, hammering deeper and deeper, pushing right up against her cervix. Her jaw opened up wide, her rough textured tongue flicked out along his shoulder, her teeth set themselves there as the pressure grew again, her own arousal was being pushed out around the edges as the bear arched his back with his lips drawn back in a snarl as he drove forward one last time. She felt the swollen tip grinding right up against her barrier, pushing it inwards before he cried out, nearly a feral roar above her.

The rush of heat and cum spilled into her, her walls clamped down tightly, suckling and pulling, massaging and gripping around him, trying to pull every hot rope into her loins. The feel of it pouring into her slaked the fire and need, washed it away as his weight kept her pinned in place. The mindless desire that had been building stilled as she pulled more and more of the thick creamy seed, her walls rippled and contracted, clenched and squeezed. Her world shifted and changed as she tilted her head backwards, her ears splayed to either side as the fingers moved and ran along the edges of her waist.

Rolf quieted above her, resting with his breathing coming in short soft sounds, his chest pressed against her own as she splayed her ears to either side. Her tail tip twitched beside her, the long length of it hung from the couch, no longer the short stub tail that she had boasted before. It was agile and twisted this way and that as she opened her eyes and looked along the dark brown back to her pure white hand paws that cupped against the edge of his sides. She blinked slowly at them, flexing her finger tips so that pale white claws slipped free from their sheaths. That was right, they weren't hoof tipped anymore or brutish claws like a dog.

Her entire body felt more right than it had ever felt in her life, as if she had been scrubbed clean of all the parts of her that hadn't fit quite right. The world was spilled with the scent of warm male and her own unique spice. She blinked a few times and lifted her paw up, studying it, sliding her claws in and out slightly as a rasping noise broke free of her throat. It vibrated upwards until it spilled past her lips and the bear lifted his head with a lazy smile crossing his features, looking down at her with one of his brows lifted up ever so slightly. Possessive and pleased with himself as he ran a finger just beneath the edge of her chin.

"A puma... I would have never thought that would be under that human façade." Rolf's voice was a low rumble, almost a purr. "Well worth the effort to draw you free, Shay."

"Navajo..." She spoke the name, feeling something snap firmly in place inside of her. "My name is Navajo."

It always had been, she just hadn't realized it had been missing all of her adult life.