*Punny, get it?
*SEX IS ONLY MENTIONED. SORT OF, NONE ACTUALLY TAKES PLACE
By the time Claire woke up, it was nearly ten. She found herself to be in her normal form, having transformed back in her sleep. To her surprise, she could hear Ryan in the shower. Everything from the water running through the pipes to him softly humming to himself.
While she had the change, Claire inspected her body in the morning light. She swung her legs off the bed and walked in front of the wall mirror Ryan had hanging above his night table. Aside from the obvious physical changes (i.e. her increased B.W.H) Claire saw her eyes were a different shade of brown*. Lighter, not quite hazel but not the same milk chocolate they had been.
And maybe it was the sunlight from the window, but Claire would swear her hair has highlights. Subtle ones, they were barely noticeable against her black hair. But to Claire, who was used to a sheet of black cascading from her scalp, they were as obvious as the white stripes on her fursona.
“Impressive.” Claire did a full body spin to get a look at her backside. She noticed small patches of white peeling off, and assumed it to be dry cum. That prompted her to inspect her front more, and found that her chest and torso were covered in even more dried spunk.
“Mmm, maybe Ryan would let me join him in the shower…” Claire said aloud.
“It’s all yours.”
Claire jumped, having been so absorbing her own reflection she hadn’t heard Ryan turn off the shower or walk back into the bedroom. Just a towel wrapped around his waist. Claire sniffed the air, catching a mix of shampoo, Ryan’s natural scent, her own, and sex.
“Don’t you know it’s not nice to sneak up on a person.” Claire said.
“Ya, well it’s not that bright of an idea to stand stark naked in front of the window. Granted you look incredible, but I seriously doubt you want to parade yourself around for all of Moon Lake to see.” Ryan walked past Claire and pulled the drapes shut.
“Oops. Sorry.” Claire blushed.
“It’s okay. So, you gonna take that shower? I can go make breakfast.” Ryan offered.
“I guess. I’d really rather you shower with me. Or have you already turned into a prune?” Claire brought Ryan’s hand up to inspect it. And in the process, rubbed her enhanced chest against her arm.
The towel around Ryan’s waist tented ever so slightly.
“Calm down tiger. You can’t run on an empty stomach. And I’d prefer a clean canvas to make new art.” Ryan lowered Claire’s hands from his, and then indicated the dry cum on her stomach.
“Oh, you’re such a boy scout.” Claire teased. The small part of her brain that WASN’T thinking with her hormones kept screaming at her to calm the F down.
“I’m a cop Claire. Part of the job description.” Ryan kissed Claire’s cheek and then left before he started showing any more. He had a change of clothes in his day bag. Right now he needed a few moments to cool down, again. As when he took his shower, he hadn’t moved the dial past cold.
Claire was really riled up. Ryan didn’t remember Barbara being this… excited for lack of a better adjective. But then everyone is different. Maybe Claire got more of a “kick” out of it than Barbara did. You’d never know though. Barbara was as much a hunter in the bedroom as she was outside it. Only difference was after hunting you ate steak. Otherwise the prize of the hunt was a red wolfy sausage.
Speaking of, Ryan no sooner started rummaging around in the refrigerator than Barbara called. She was a giddy as a teenager.
“So, tell me ALL about last night? Claire earn her stripes?” she asked.
“And then some. Now, not that I wouldn’t LOVE you tell you all the dirty details, can’t this wait? I just got up.”
“Wow, Claire must have earned two sets of stripes if you’ve been going this long.” said Barbara.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. But Claire was… well you know.”
“Exquisite? Wonderful? In perfect synch with your own body chemistry and it was like your bodies…”
“I get it Barbara! Sheesh, isn’t there someone else you can bug?”
“Sure, plenty of people. But only one couple just had their first REAL night together. And this was Claire’s first transformation, pardon me if my curiosity got the better of me.”
“Your funeral. Curiosity is just as deadly to dogs as it is cats.”
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*Wasn’t sure if eye color has been established, so I winged it. Correct me if I’m wrong.