Hunting time

The fact that you are now what many might consider a monster (albeit a sexy, naked, and fuzzy one) does not deter you from a quest your body has demanded of you in no uncertain terms. The scent of a young, virile male nearby seals the deal as you step out into the night.

The scent is one you recognize, your animal senses matching him with your memories. It belongs to Ben, a recent college graduate with a big, sexy brain to match a well toned body. He's a newcomer to the neighborhood, only here a month, but you got to know him pretty well at his welcoming party. He's perfect for your needs, especially since he's single. You grin as you remember your playful flirting and how you caught him staring at your ass more than once.

With most of the neighborhood asleep or in darkness, you move about almost undetected. A few dogs bark at you, though, their howls sending a chill up your spine. Apparently the fox part of you doesn't much care for that kind of thing.

You look around at the back of his house, taking stock of what might get you in without causing a scene. His scent is very strong here, and you feel you're about to go mad if you don't get laid inside of five minutes.

There are lights still on in the house, and you can seem movement and smell him freshly, so you know he's home. The swimming pool is clean and ready to use, in view of the back sliding door. There is a window to what you seem to remember is his bedroom open on the second floor, within easy reach of your new agility with a bit of climbing and jumping. There is also one of those old cellar doors leading to his basement. With as safe a neighborhood as this one is, you wonder if he's left it open.

Just knocking or even walking in might work too.