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Fiction,
Romance,
Paranormal,
Adult,
Wolf,
Short-Story,
Erotic,
menage,
BBW,
Werewolf,
shape shifter,
mates,
alphas,
Roller Derby
more. Instead, she seemed to be barking. Wow! She said a few more things and they also came out as barks. Brad put a finger to his lips and said “shusssh,” but he was laughing at the same time.
She edged her paws further in front of her, and then made her feet catch up. So far, so good. She did it again, and again. Hey, this was actually pretty smooth! She walked to one end of the room and back again. Who would’ve known it was way easier to walk on four feet than two? She wanted to try it again, but faster this time. She ran to one corner of the room, and then to the other. She completed a few laps of the cabin. This was too easy! She leapt onto the bed, and sprang down to the floor. As she bounded onto an armchair, there was a crash of broken china behind her. She whipped around in time to see a long tail fanning out behind her. It was hers! Her own tail! At the thought, it began to move furiously from side to side. She was wagging her tail! This is pretty cool!
“Come on,” Brad said, from behind her. “Let’s go for a run!”
“Shall we shift here?” Chase asked.
“No, it’s too risky. We’ll be seen,” Brad replied. “Aspen, just follow us closely. Do exactly what we do. If anyone sees you now, they’ll hopefully think you’re a husky.”
“Ok,” she said, and her mouth let out an excited yip.
Brad and Chase led her out of the cabin. She trotted after them, barely able to control her urge to tear off around the hotel grounds. They vaulted over the wall at the back of the complex, but she held back. The wall was at least six feet high. There was no way she was capable of getting over it. She gave a whine of dismay. Brad heaved himself up from the other side and peeked over the edge.
“Trust me, it’ll be fine,” he told her. “Fix your eyes on a point just above the wall, and jump. You’re capable of jumping way higher than that, you’ll see.” Doubtfully, Aspen took a couple of steps back. Ok, it’s now or never . She started to run for the wall, stretched her paws up to the top, and braced herself for a horrible impact. But it didn’t come. Her paws hooked right onto the top of the wall, her back legs came soon after, and she was bounding back down to the ground on the other side. Oh my god, this is going to hurt, she thought, bracing herself for a hard landing. But her front paws landed lightly, and then her back paws, and there she was, in the forest. She looked around in amazement. Brad and Chase were looking back at her approvingly. She had always totally sucked at the high jump in gym class, the other kids laughing as she landed right on top of the pole, but she’d just cleared a six-foot wall like it was nothing.
Aspen had barely recovered from this amazement, when her jaw dropped again. Brad and Chase were stripping their clothes off. Their shirts disappeared, revealing two incredible, muscular torsos. They both looked like bodybuilders, with deeply tanned skin. Their pants disappeared too. They weren’t wearing any underwear! Aspen felt her face warming. She’d never seen naked men before, except in photos. It was too much. She only glimpsed their bodies for a moment, before they began to change. It happened fast, far more quickly than when it had happened to her. Their human bodies almost doubled in size, their shoulders bunched up, they fell forward, and, in an instant, there were two wolves standing before her. She gasped. As wolves they retained some of their human appearance. Chase had fur the color of honey, with pale green eyes, while Brad had glossy, pure black fur, although his eyes were now an intense, glowing amber. Their ears were pointed and alert, and their tails fanned out behind them. With no idea what she was doing, she cowered down in front of them and put her ears back. They walked over to her and sniffed her. She was strongly aware of their rich, animal smell. She had an urge to sniff them all over, to get to know their scents. But Brad didn’t give her
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