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Naniko really, really liked her werewolf form. She had been born knowing that she would someday learn to transform into a larger version of herself, that it was a natural thing...so she was entirely comfortable this way. She even preferred it, most of the time. In her normal form she could only carry one of the pups at a time, and in her mouth. But now she could carry two, or three, or even four if she really needed to. It was great. And it really affected other activities that she did, too...made them more interesting.
She'd closed her eyes for a moment, but reopened them when she felt a light touch on the side of her face. He met her gaze with eyes the same color as her own, and she locked sights with him for a few moments as they moved together. Then, suddenly, things picked up. The animal within her enjoyed this kind of thing, the faster, harder movements, and she responded in kind, digging her claws into his back, moaning outright, encouraging him on. "Conri.." It came out somewhat strangled, pushed out between pants.
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