Ann’s head was spinning by the time she got back to their room. Ilana hadn’t stopped at just the people she’d be seeing at the ball, but more granular details. 

She knew that house Frenum hated house Forgold because one of their daughters had been spurned. The dowry was cited as the reason, but the common rumour was that she cheated on the Forgold member, and neither house would admit to it.

That and a hundred other tidbits filled her mind like a horde of angry bees that wouldn’t shut up. Something kept them up there, not letting her forget, and she was wondering why she’d even taken notes.

“I swear to you, Orenous, if any of this shit isn’t relevant, I’m gonna scream,” Ann grumbled, pushing open the door. It was quiet. The other two must still have been out.

She stretched, undid her belt, letting her kilt fall to the floor. She really needed to get pants. It’d been so long since she’d had pants. Even pajama pants or leggings. Yeah, she could probably get silk, but the soft fuzzy type was probably a luxury she couldn’t afford if they even existed.

Looking down, she realised she’d kinda already grown her own with her newly furry legs. She shed the fur and grew it back in as a smooth, soft layer that felt great to run her hands over.

“Still not pajamas, though,” she sighed to herself, then swept up the mess she’d made. Really need to get that portal thing set up with Wendyl. For now, she scooped it into a bin and set it aside.

Ann wasn’t headed anywhere else, so she shucked her top and undid the binding. A loud sigh escaped her lips as bare boob breathed for the first time that day. “I don’t miss bras, but they were a bit better than this.”

Ann stepped through to the bath, opening the door and running the water. It’d be nice to have some relaxation time alone. She took her time washing herself, getting in between her paw pads, making sure the claws were scrubbed free of dirt. The claws on her hands were useful for getting into the grooves underneath. Once all the dirt from the day was clear, she settled into the hot pool of water.

“Gods, it’s awesome to have a princess girlfriend,” Ann sighed. Normally she didn’t want to take advantage of Kat’s station, but there were definite perks. Hot baths in a bathtub this big were a huge one. The good food, the reputation, and generally not having to worry about where she was going to live were also really nice.

She felt her lids droop, and she drifted off for some time. The water was lukewarm by the time Ann stirred and lifted herself from the water.

It always took her some time to dry off her tail and hair, but Ann had started to find a meditative calm in the routine. Kat had gotten some oils to work into her fur, apparently used by other Lupine, and she practised at it now. Her tail was naturally soft and fluffy, but the stuff kept it that way instead of getting matted.

She stood and walked out into the bedroom to find Rosalyn laying on the bed, nose buried in a book, completely naked. Ann felt her cock stir as she watched the woman kick her legs, soft butt jiggling with the motion. Either Rosalyn hadn’t noticed her, or was ignoring her, and right then, she didn’t care at all.

Slowly, she approached the bed, careful to keep her steps on carpeted surfaces lest her claws click on the stone and give her away. 

Rosalyn didn’t move, and flipped a page.

“Whatcha reading there?” Ann asked as she flopped down on top of her girlfriend.

Rosalyn shrieked and threw her book, scrambling under Ann’s weight for a moment before she registered what was happening.

“Gods, you scared me!” she laughed, kicking at Ann. “Get off!”

“Do you really want me to get off?” Ann teased, rubbing herself up and down Rosalyn’s back.

Rosalyn quieted, then stopped struggling. “No. This is kinda nice.”

“Me being on top of you? Can’t say I disagree,” Ann laughed.

“Ok, I know how you’re thinking, but also the other way. Feels good to have a weight on my back like that, pushing me down and keeping me still? It’s comfortable, and that it’s you makes it even more cosy. So, no. Don’t get off,” Rosalyn said, her whole body relaxing.

“Alright,” Ann chuckled. “Tell you what. I’ll give you a back rub while you tell me about your day?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. So, like I said, I went to the menagerie for a while. There were all sorts of books on Warped anatomy we didn’t see last time.”

Ann pushed herself up, using Rosalyn’s back for leverage. She smiled softly as the pressure drew a soft moan from her girlfriend. Using her Deft Hands, and started working on Rosalyn’s back. She decidedly ignored that Ann’s cock had slid out of its sheath and was resting perfectly between two ebony cheeks at the moment. “So, what was the most interesting?”

“Zidane herself, if I’m being honest,” Rosalyn said, sighing as Ann found a knot and worked it loose. “She’s so smart and has a tonne of experience with the Warped. I swear we could talk for hours and hours about them and not have a quiet moment.”

“I mean, you could do that by yourself,” Ann laughed, leaning forward to get at Rosalyn’s upper back. Her shoulders were stiff from leaning over books for hours.

“Yeah, but she’s got the whole teacher attitude down. You know, equal parts intimidating but also really fun to be around? Said she considered going into the field at some point, and spreading the knowledge, but she’s better suited to research in the menagerie.”

Ann wanted to ask about Rosalyn’s experience with school, since she’d had a pretty poor upbringing, but decided to focus on today. “So, you like her?”

Rosalyn fidgeted, kicking her feet. “Maybe? Like, teacher and student? She’s authoritative and well spoken, really smart and has a common interest. I mean, she is pretty, too, in an older lady kind of way, but not like that…” she trailed off as Ann found another tense cluster of muscles, digging into them.

“Hmm?” Ann teased. “Aww, does the little sheep have the hots for her teacher?” Ann delighted in the small sound she drew out of her girlfriend with the teasing, but changed the subject again. “So, what was the Warped talk about?”

“Well, with Kat being affected and… little down. Left. Ooooh right there. With Kat’s whole thing, we talked about the stages of sapients going through the mutations. There are four steps to the process, though the last two can happen in different orders. First are minor mutations, like Kat’s scales. Small, but distinct, changes to the person’s anatomy. It can be more fur or hair, extra teeth, teeth or hair falling out. Things that could be attributed to some strange illness.”

As Rosalyn spoke, Ann’s hands roamed lower, settling around her mid-back and searching for any spots she could relieve.

“Then you’ve got the aggression and anger issues. It’s why everyone’s been asking you about that. Unusually angry and hotheaded decisions are a sign of the mental effects taking hold. Lashing out at friends or loved ones.”

“Sounds sad,” Ann said, losing a bit of the mood, but trying her best to keep working on Rosalyn. Even the more serious conversation couldn’t distract her from the feeling of Rosalyn’s hips shifting, ass rubbing against her length.

“Oh, it is. Start of someone losing who they are. Anyway, the last two stages are the most drastic and can happen in either order. One is the mental changes. The person slowly loses who they are, starts speaking nonsense, and even speaking at all. If the mutations to that point are minor enough, they can pass as a madman or woman. Rambling, psychosis, seeing apparitions, mania and depression can be symptoms.” Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs NoveI[F]ire.net

“So, gotta be careful around crazy people,” Ann nodded, working her hands lower, now on Rosalyn’s lower back. There was a lot of tension, and she dug her fingers in.

“Ooooh that hurts so good,” Rosalyn groaned, arching her hips in a decidedly unhelpful way. Ann pushed her back down on the bed, and the Druid complied. “So, the last part is the larger mutations. It’s usually pretty sudden. Skin and bones start changing to take on whatever form the unlucky person is going to take. Gruesome. There were diagrams of people they studied that went through it, and while I find it absolutely fascinating, I can get why it’d freak someone out.”

“As someone who’s started controlling some of that, I totally get it,” Ann said, finding a knot right above Rosalyn’s tailbone. “So, that all you did with your hot teacher?”

“N—oooo,” Rosalyn groaned. “We had dinner. Tea and some sandwiches out in the menagerie. We watched the… the… oh Gods, right there, fuuuuuck. Watched the snowcat. Played with the - the - the ball it has.” Rosalyn’s words became forced as Ann put more pressure on her. She was becoming distracted, and that wasn’t part of the game.

Ann reached forward, grabbing one of Rosalyn’s horns. The woman always went limp when she gave her anything but a light grasp, so she pulled her back and gave her Druid a peck on the cheek. “Sounds like you’ve had a lovely date.”

“Not a date!” Rosalyn protested weakly. “Just learning. Gotta learn to help. Helping you and Kat. Make sure you’re ok.” Her words were starting to fail her, so Ann let the Druid’s horn go, the woman flopping back onto the bed with a happy sigh. “You know my brain kinda goes blank when you do that, right?”

“No, just thought it relaxed you,” Ann said, resuming her massage.

“Yup. You or Kat grab hold and I’m just gone. Not like, gone, gone, but my brain just goes blank and happy.”

“You know, you’ve described it before, but I never asked, doesn’t it hurt a bit?”

“Only if you really yank, and that’s mostly just my neck. Pretty sure you could toss me around by my horns and I’d be fine. Maybe, uh… more than fine,” Rosalyn said, wiggling her hips. So she did feel Ann’s cock on her ass.

“Was that a request, lambchop?”

“More an offer?” Rosalyn said, returning to her book. “Can talk more if you want. Learned a lot about muscle formation.”

“How about you keep going, just ignore me,” Ann purred, shifting her hips slightly.

“Alright, so when the Warped start shifting their muscles and nerves start to rearrange,” Rosalyn began, flipping to a page in the book and indicating a diagram.

As she spoke, Ann was listening, but her hips didn’t stop moving. Slowly, she rocked back and forth, sliding her length through that soft valley. Rosalyn always felt amazing, and having her so passionately explaining her interest only made Ann hornier.

After a few moments, she pulled back and thrust her cock forward. She aimed too far down and scraped along Rosalyn’s labia, making the Druid stutter.

“Keep going. You were saying about how the muscle fibres realign?” Ann prompted.

“Ye-ah,” Rosalyn managed as Ann tried again. “They… hmmm… they re-knit once the protein breakdown is complete. Once that’s done, the bones…”

Ann found her angle and pushed in. Rosalyn paused, head slamming forward, then continued in a strained voice.

“The bones break. Not a pretty… sight or sound from documents. They… haaah… fuck, they break and start to… mmmf, they start to mend. Marrow grows and the cancellous and compact form in the… holy hells… new orientation. Fuck, Ann.”

“Shh, this is really interesting,” Ann said with a predatory grin. She’d worked most of her cock into Rosalyn and was waiting for both of them to adjust to the other. As it was, a couple inches still hung outside her lover, but that was rapidly shrinking. “One of these days I’m gonna have you fit the full thing. For now, think you can keep going?”

“I… dunno, holy shit you’re still huge. I wish I could fit you as well as Kat does,” Rosalyn panted as she wiggled her hips.

“Nothing to feel bad about. Bodies are what they are. Plus,” Ann said, leaning her weight on Rosalyn’s back. “You get to feel overstuffed. She doesn’t.” As she said the words, she felt the resizing of her cock actually stop, then revert a bit. “What did you just think?”

“Nothing,” Rosalyn mumbled into her book.

“Rosalyn, dear lambchop. Did you want me not to fit?”

“No…. Maybe.”

“Gods, you’re amazing,” Ann laughed, then took hold of Rosalyn’s horns. The Druid went limp, compliant, instantly, and Ann pulled her head back roughly, twisting her head to devour the woman’s lips in a kiss. 

Rosalyn’s arms hung limply in the air, fingers twitching as their tongues danced.

“You’re really something,” Ann grinned as she pulled back. “Not near as fragile as we keep thinking.”

“Don’t stop,” Rosalyn said, eyes glazed over with the sensation of the cock filling her while her horns were manhandled.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Ann growled as she pulled her hips back and slammed back in.

Rosalyn let out a whimper and her pussy clenched hard around Ann’s cock, meeting the knot with resistance.

Save that for the finale, Ann’s instincts urged her. Play with the prey. Make her feel everything.

Ann agreed that was best for later. For now, she set her hips into a steady rhythm, only pulling half out of the suffocating tightness that was her Druid’s quim. Fuck, her ass bounced wonderfully when she took her from behind. Ripples of ebony flesh flowed across her body with each smack of their hips, and Ann found herself hypnotised by the motion. She needed to see more of it, and sped up.

Her cock pulsed, feeling the heat of Rosalyn’s insides grow. She was getting closer. Ann released one of her horns, letting the woman fall to one arm. “You ready for me, lambchop?”

“Just… a bit… more,” Rosalyn gasped. She was twitching, and throwing her hips back into Ann, regaining some of her motor function with only one horn held. “Just like that. Juusfffuuuck, horn, now,” Rosalyn demanded.

Ann was breathing heavily with the effort of keeping her own orgasm at bay. Quickly, she lashed out and wrenched Rosalyn’s torso back and up by her horns. Ruthlessly she slammed into Rosalyn, feeling her knot battering at the entrance of her cunt.

“Fuck, babe. I’m gonna cum. I’m so close,” Ann gasped.

“Do it. Fucking do it, I wanna feel it all in me again. Fuck me fuck me fuck me, cuuuum in me!” Rosalyn howled as Ann finally got her knot in, and came. “Yeesssh. Shoooo fuuuull,” she moaned, her tongue going limp as she overloaded with pleasure.

Ann groaned, feeling the woman’s muscles milking her. Kat may be stronger overall, but Rosalyn’s insides were made to milk her dry.

Breed the lamb, the instincts urged. Take her and make her yours. Fill her with pups. Use the skill.

No, Ann resisted the temptation. Too much to do. Too risky. Gods, the thought was enough to send her crashing into another wave of orgasm. Letting go of one of Rosalyn’s horns, she grabbed under the Druid’s chin and dragged her into another kiss. Claws sprung from her fingertips, digging into Rosalyn’s neck. She didn’t pierce flesh, but the reaction she got from the woman, her insides quivering and clamping down, was incredible.

“Gods, makes me want to devour you,” Ann groaned into Rosalyn’s mouth, not wanting to break the kiss.

“Ann, bite, please,” Rosalyn pleaded. “So close. Another. Please.”

Ann let go, dragging her head to the side by a horn, exposing her neck. She flicked her eyes up, locking with Rosalyn’s for final confirmation. With that, she bared her fangs and sank them into flesh. Sweet blood filled her mouth.

Rosalyn cried out in pain mixed with pleasure, arms finally finding life and reaching back to tangle in Ann’s hair, grabbing at her ears. She came hard for what had to be the fourth time. Maybe it was still the second. 

Ann couldn’t tell with how seamlessly the woman flowed between her climaxes. All she knew was she needed to keep thrusting until her partner couldn’t move a muscle. The desperate grasping at her ears urged her forward, the tickling pleasure coursing through her as her own orgasm finally slowed.

She let go of Rosalyn’s neck, licking red blood from her lips as she gave her a final thrust with all she had left.

Rosalyn let out a final, plaintive moan before collapsing, only held up by a single horn still in Ann’s grip.

“Let ‘er rest,” a voice whispered in Ann’s ear. “My turn wit’ ye.”

Ann’s heart leapt as she felt Kat’s hand wrap around hers, prying it free of Rosalyn’s horn. The Druid fell forward onto the bed, hips still kept up by the knot tied into her guts.

“What a sight tae come back tae. Me pup feckin’ me lamb without me,” Kat laughed, still holding Ann’s hand captive. “Ye got tae eat ‘er. Time fer me tae return the favour.”

Ann shivered in anticipation. Kat sounded hungry.