Intruded upon.

The couple quickly stripped off, with Mitch pausing to appreciate his wife again. As he stood there looking at her, the door suddenly opened, and Makrat stepped into the room. “I hope you don’t mind the interruption,” she said as she closed the door behind them. Both Mitch and Monica jumped but quickly settled. After all, everyone would be seeing them naked as they left the room.

As Makrat stepped closer, she licked her jowls and again, Mitch wondered what kind of hunger led her to salivate so. Her tail flicked as she approached, “So, just a hunt?” she asked the couple as she handed them each a cup of drink.

“That’s the plan,” Mitch said, “Thank you,” he raised the cup to indicate that was what he was thanking her for.

She smiled, “Well, you will need hydration and energy,” her eyes lingered on Mitch’s crotch, and he felt himself start to harden. “For the hunt,” she finished.

Makrat then stepped closer to Monica, “You two are bound?” she asked.

Monica nodded, “Married a few years now,” she explained.

“And, do you share,” her voice was gravelly, husky as she asked.

Monica smiled, “I think someone is interested in you, dear,” she said to Mitch. Then to Makrat, she said, “We share.”

Makrat quickly stepped closer to Mitch. As she did, he heard a strange, wet grinding sound and was astounded to see Makrat change shape. When she put her hands on Mitch’s shoulders, she was almost human. A faint pigmentation to her skin suggested at the colour of her fur, and her face was still pointed, though not muzzled. He was also surprised to see six nipples in three pairs, with the top most perched on the tip of a nicely sized set of breasts. Her tits got smaller as they descended her body.

“You can change shape?” Mitch said stupidly.

Makrat laughed, “Yes, I thought this might be a more comfortable form for you. Though if you prefer my half form as before,” she left the comment unfinished.

“Half form?” Monica asked, “and what’s your full form if that’s the right word?”

Makrat laughed, “I am lycan. We can shift from humanoid,” she held out her hands as if to demonstrate, “through to our host animal’s form. Mine is very close to what you humans would call a wolf.” As she finished speaking, she pressed her lips to Mitch’s, and her tongue delved into his mouth.

Mitch kissed her back and heard a sigh come from Monica. When their lips parted, he was flushed, “Well, I think both forms you have shown me are very fetching,” he said.

She smiled, “I am glad,” she turned to Monica, “and you?”

Monica laughed, “Well, I think you would have your hands full with just Mitch.”

Makrat made a face that seemed almost like a pout. “But it wouldn’t just be me, and my bonded would be there as well, if you wish to stay with us when you return from the hunt.”

Mitch and Monica looked at each other, and as they stared for a moment, Makrat started to shift back. As she did, however, she grasped Mitch’s cock and gently stroked it. The feeling of soft flesh on his cock giving way to soft fur made him sigh.

Monica giggled, “Well, we don’t have anywhere to stay in town, do we, dear? And I am willing to try anything once.”

He shook his head as he moaned, and Makrat smiled back at Monica. “I will let Pauvo know. You will likely be back tomorrow night, and we would love your company.” With no more than that said, Makrat let Mitch’s cock go and turned to leave.

“Oh, Makrat,” Monica said, “what is Pauvo’s host animal?” she asked.

Makrat giggled, “Again, our animals are not the same as yours, but as close as I understand, you would call him a cat, a big cat, in more ways than one.”

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