Cathleen Shive, a beastgirl researcher

As the sun rose over the forest covering the lower Mountains, two futas carrying a large bag each over their shoulders could be seen making their way through the brush-wood. Both wore simple tops made of cheap leather paired with belts from wich stripes of leather were hanging down, doing a very poor job covering their penises.

"We had a nice fetch!", one of them said. "The boss is gonna be pleased."

The other one rose her eyebrow.

"Why the fuck are you happy about delivering food? What are you, a beta?"

"Hey, someone has to do it. And considering what happened to Lia and Gwen, it's the far easier job. All we have to be aware of is not run into too many beastgirls."

"They were just unlucky that the occupant of that carriage was a mystic artist."

"Who then busted their balls and fucked them brainless. Yeah, before that happens to me I take food supply over assaulting travelers anytime."

"Do you even know how you sound?"

"All I know is that good food means a happy boss. And the happier the boss, the more willing she is to share her toys with us."

They exited the bushes they just were pushing through, continued downhill and vanished between the trees. Once they were out of sight, one of the bushes started to move. Except it wasn't a bush. It was a blanket, covered in the same leaves that were growing on the twigs around. From under the blanket, a young futa emerged, slowly raising her head and looking around, assuring she was now alone.

Phew! Didn't expect to run into bandits here, she thought as she stood up. Standing 6 feet tall and slightly visible muscles, she was still a fledgling just a few years after her coming of age, but her alpha tendencies were at least notable. Her name was Cathleen, and she lived in Tumey Village at the foot of one of the Mountains. She wore simple, sturdy clothes, as well as a belt with a pouch over her butt, from wich's hem the tip of her now flaccid penis was visible. She had been in the middle of doing something against her erection when suddenly the bandits came near and she had to hide. Huge turnoff, but while she didn't enjoy blueballing herself, her boner was now gone and she had no more time to waste. She already spent seven days in these mountains and started to grow impatient.

"Gotta warn the others once I'm home", she said to herself. But for now, she had a job to do. She left the bushes, shoved her penis back into her pants, folded her blanket and stuffed it into her pouch, before pulling out a flacon and covering her most sweaty part in a thin layer of oil. It was oil from the seeds of the very same plants she was just hiding in, called Morningwood Sprout. The plant got its name from the fact that it bloomed only in the early morning hours, as well as its leaves that looked like an erected penis. The oil, as well as the leaves covering her blanket, had a strong, unpleasant smell wich the beastgirls with their sensitive noses hated. And since they always avoided Morningwood sprouts because of that, the blanket and the oil proofed to be the best way to avoid being ravaged in the sleep.

As she wandered farther upward the mountain, she suddenly heard a howling. From the way it sounded, Cathleen was sure it to be a threat. That probably meant one or more wolfgirls were about to enter a territorial fight, and that again meant she had a chance to achieve her goal. She covered herself with her trusty blanket and rushed towards the sound, where she hid in the bushes and slowly approached, till she finally saw it.

A catgirl and a wolfgirl were facing each other, both standing upright on their pads with their shoulders to the back, emphasizing their bare chest and fully erected cocks. It was a typical threatening pose that could be seen from feral predtorial-type alpha-beastgirls of any kind. Behind the wolfgirl, there were two more of the same type. Part of her pack? While the one confronting the catgirl was obviously their alpha, while being younger, both had clear alpha-tendencies. Maybe her young?

The wolfgirl growled, and the catgirl answered with a hiss, neither of them budging while circling each other.

Come on, show me you back!

After a third of a circle, Cathleen was finally able to see the back of the catgirl's head. The striped pattern of copper and dark gray revealed her species.

A mountain tiger! Finally!, Cathleen silently celebrated. And a fully-fledged alpha on top of that! Jackpot!

The two beastgirls now walked towards each other and, upon reaching, pressed their tits and boners against each other. The fight was now imminent. The tigergirl had the bigger breasts - around f-cup - but the wolfgirl exceeded in any other way. She was slightly taller, and while the cock of the tigergirl was a sight to behold, the wolfgirl was a good chunk larger, and her bulging muscles made it clear who was stronger.

Growling and hissing again, but none of them budged. Then, in the blink of an eye, both made a big lunge backward before attacking each other. Rolling over the ground, the two wrestled for a while, but in the end, the wolfgirl used her advantage in strength to overpower her opponent and push her back to the ground. She then **** the legs of the catgirl apart with her knees, the tip of her raging boner menacingly hovering over her opponent's crotch, ready to penetrate her and sealing her loss.

Cathleen had to make a decision. She could wait till the wolfes had her way with the catgirl, making her easier for Cathleen to handle but also lowering her alpha qualities. Or she could help her, highting her quality but making it more challenging for Cathleen.