At the sound of the heavy iron gate opening and shutting, Brenda turned away from the mating zebra animorphs and saw that her boyfriend, Greg, was stumbling into the enclosure -or at least what was left of him. Following close behind were the two wolf bitch animorphs who had changed him, their rear-facing canine pussies still dripping with the transformed teen's thick yellow wolfseed.
Before his infection by the virus just a few hours prior, Greg had been a fairly ordinary looking high school kid, tall for his age and a bit lanky with messy black hair and green eyes. The teen wolf-boy who was making his way into the polar bear enclosure was still tall and lanky, although the thick grey pelt that covered his naked body accentuated his youthful muscles and made him appear less skinny than she knew him to be. Looking into his green eyes, Brenda searched for signs of intelligence but Greg only wagged his bushy wolven tail as he looked dully back at her. Sniffing the air with his black nose, he sampled the bearwoman's scent and his black lips slowly pulled back into a toothy smile as his wolfish brain recognized the spicy scent of his girlfriend...no...his former mate.
"Grrrruff. You smell good. Not like wolf but good. You mate with bear?" the former human asked, eyeing the large male polar bear animorph next to Brenda. To his sensitive nose the air was still thick with the smell of ursine sex.
"Huh, the virus really did a number of you wolfboy, didn't it?" Brenda chuckled. Greg had resisted the gift of his change and consequently the virus had really hit him hard. Really hard. He was now at least as primitive as the recently changed feral animorophs and maybe even dumber. Brenda still felt a lingering attraction to her boyfriend and admired how he still sported a rakish mop of black human hair, even if it was parted by his triangular wolven ears. However, it was Greg's knotted canine penis standing fully out of his furry sheath that reminded her that he was no longer the human teenager she'd once had feelings for, and the softly muted growl of Chilli, the large polar bear animorph snuggled next to her, that reminded Brenda what she now was and, more importantly, to whom she now belonged as a shebear.
"Maybe some other time, wolfy. Besides, it looks like you've got your paws full with those two big-titted wolf bitches you rolled in with," Brenda replied to the teen wolf. Greg could only grunt in response although the disappointment on his muzzle was obvious.
The former humans' breakup conversation was interrupted by the renewed creaking of the enclosure's iron gate. Brenda was surprised to see that it was...