{{Okay. Work's been kicking my ass a lot lately, but I haven't forgotten about Earth 3.—tmw.}}
That Thursday morning, not knowing about Claire's weird dream, Barbara Masters awoke to find herself in an empty dorm room.
At first, pleasant memories of her own college days entered her mind, but then Barbara recalled being in Claire Robertson's dorm as her new friend was out taking her make up tests.
Not knowing what else to do, Barbara made herself some fresh coffee from the little kitchenette (actually just a sink with a small microwave over it and a tiny fridge nearby) to help her fully wake up and take her werewolf birth control pill with, then got dressed in the spare change of clothes she brought with her.
Then Barbara looked at the collection of boxes she helped Claire pack the afternoon before.
How one woman can have so much in such a tiny space. Then again, my apartment's no better, she mused.
The plan was to start loading the car for the return trip to Moon Lake while Claire was in class. Then after Claire returned and made sure she wasn't forgetting anything, drive back to Moon Lake.
"It will be good to return home," Barbara recalled Claire saying with a smile, noting the newest were was adjusting well, calling Moon Lake home instead of by name.
What Barbara really wanted to do was see Claire's new fursona for herself, if not sample her new friend as well, but Claire was so worried about getting everything taken care of for her transfer to Moon Lake and taking the make up tests that the opportunity never arose last night.
In fact, with her former dorm mate home for the winter break, Claire and Barbara even slept in separate beds last night.
Maybe when we get back, thought Barbara, reaching for her car keys when there was a knock on the dorm room door.
Cautiously, Barbara answered it, knowing there were very few people in the dorm this late in the year with school out for winter break now that the fall semester was over.
Before her stood a handsome man well over 6 feet tall, with a scent that tantalized her were senses.
"Hi. I'm Chris Robbins from down the hall. Is Claire in?" he asked, smiling at Barbara.
"No. She's taking her make up tests. I'm her friend Barbara Masters. When Claire gets back, I'm helping her move."
"Oh," said Chris, genuinely disappointed. "I'll miss her, but the reason I stopped by was to repay her the $20 I owe her," he said, pulling the bill out of his shirt pocket and handing it to her.
"I'll see that Claire gets it," promised Barbara, taking it from him.
"Thanks, I—" then Chris stopped and made no effort to disguise the fact he was sniffing the air. "She wolf?" he asked, eyeing the black haired beauty before him, "And do I smell were-tigress?"
"Excuse me?" said Barbara, going on the defensive.
"Don't worry. I'm a were-puma from Moon Lake. After graduating high school last year, I decided to see some of the world while going to college, and so ended up here in Oregon," he added. "But if you're lupine, does that mean..."
"Yes. Claire found herself in Moon Lake on a weekend photo shoot, fell in love and went furry," replied Barbara, deciding not to give him the whole story about Claire being caught at risk of possibly exposing were existence and falling in love with the cop who arrested her.
"Wow. Whoever it is is a lucky stiff," replied Chris. "I thought Claire was cute to begin with for a normal, but I can't help picturing what she'd look like with a furry tail."
"Beautiful," was Barbara's only reply.
"So are you the lucky stiff?" wondered Chris, picking up on the longful lust in Barbara's voice.
I wish, Barbara wanted to say, but instead her reply was "Mutual friend."
"Oh. Say, next time I'm back in Moon Lake, would you mind if I look you up?" asked Chris, unable to control his growing interest in the lady before him.
"Easy Puma Boy. Let's not start something we can't finish right now," said Barbara, noticing the tent starting to form in his pants. "Out of curiosity, how's the action here anyway?" she wondered.
"Even if school was in session, not much, unless you wanted to add to the were population," answered Chris, a bit forlornly.
Barbara realized he meant there were more normals than weres at this college. Then she smiled at him. "Tell you what Chris. I've got boxes that need moving, and you've got an itch that needs to be scratched. You help me and I'll help you," she growled, while running a hand seductively up and down his chest.
"Are you on your pill?" he asked, eyeing her closely.
"You better believe it handsome," replied Barbara, moving her hand down to caress the rapidly growing cock in his pants.
"DEAL!" said Chris happily, stealing a quick kiss from Barbara before coming inside the dorm room and grabbing the first load.