The flesh was sliding forward and as her teats turned into breasts, I growled in need. I stopped, fighting the desire to lean forward and lick her wetness with my large tongue. I stood and started pacing behind her, and her panther head shook in a very human gesture. The pheromones I smelled earlier were coming from her, the human form. Across her ass and groin, now lower back and stomach.
The panther flesh was sliding forward, slowly and methodically. The calves of her legs appeared, and slowly slid up. It was fully fleshed, unlike some lycanthrope changes when they’re younger. The flesh and fur on her feet slid forward, leaving human feet and calves. Her white fur seemed to melt from her, sliding upwards, starting with her back legs. She was shifting, changing from albino panther to human. Burying my nose in her groin I smelled deeper, and she shifted her body. I didn’t smell any other male on her, and I walked to her raised rump. I walked up to her, sniffed her face and neckline. The pink eyes followed me and she growled. I circled her, taking a swipe in her direction to see if she was going to respond negatively to me. Her rump almost wagged in anticipation, and I felt my tiger body respond. I was in the middle of Ohio, outside of a lost cougar and a few bobcats there were no big cats here, at least not counting lycanthropes, and this creature didn’t smell like one of those.
I was being cautious because poachers had been known to employ shifters to entice real animals in the wild.
She was next to a tree, marking it, so I slowly paced in a zigzag pattern as I walked close to her. Her forepaws and head were on the ground, but her hind was wiggling. I stared, trying to figure out what she was doing. She was stopped and her hindquarters were in the air. There, further on, I had another glimpse of the large white cat. The aroma of the soil cleansed my nose as I leaned down and sniffed deeply. I was smelling and looking for the flash of white, but I couldn’t see it. The pheromones of the big cat mingled with the pine and I spun around. She was stopped and her hindqu I was in a copse of pine trees, and the pine was overpowering my scent. I was in a copse of pine trees, and the pine was overpowering my scent.
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