The last vestiges of Jack's male personality surfaced as Jackie climbed onto the bed. A tiny part of her mind shot up a red flag as she posed.
And she shook her head and ignored it. She'd loved Gabe for years, and he'd felt the same way. They had kissed, made out, dated, and spent time along so many times before. This was just taking it to the next level, she was just a little nervous that was all.
Gabe knew how much she loved foreplay. He lightly raked his fingers through her fur, starting on her stomach and edging his way up to her breasts. He tickled the bases, plucked at the hair covering them, and them tweeked the nipples, harder and harder.
Her own hands started rubbing his chest, and snuck down to his thighs. She cupped her furry little hands around his balls and started rubbing, softly caressing them, encouraging Gabe's hard on.
"Whoa, your hands are so warm." Which never ceased to amaze him. She started rubbing her breasts harder, Gabe let go of her breasts and climbed on top of her.
Jackie flinched a little as Gabe positioned himself, there was no hesitation as he penetrated her. She clenched around the point of entry, every fibre of her body screaming out in esctacy. That last little part of Jack's male life died as Jackie experienced her first (not that she knew of) female orgasm.
Her tail whipped around her, she gasped and threw her arms around Gabe, pulling him in deeper. This was the form of love that she knew, that she'd always knew. Gabe kept on hammering into her, the warmth that spread inside of her as he came rushing through her. The body of a skunkette was far more sensitive than a male's was.
Her memories finished re-writting themselves, the only remnant of Jack being her love and appreciation for her body and her new life. She was Jackie the skunkette: that was her name, her form, and her identity. And right now she was completely content in the ars of her human lover.