Not Really

Lois Lane answered honestly. She looked down at her body...and it was still her body, despite the jet-black fur. Her eyes felt a little wide apart, and she could see her nose...and muzzle...out in front of her. Long tongue explored her fangs, the new shape of her mouth. Hands slid down her torso, felt her small breasts, the naked nipples—more of those now—and how the lay of her fur changed on the underside: softer, shaggier. The reporter had seen dogs like that.

Mercy Graves still had questions.

"But you've thought of taking cock? From an anthromorphic animal."

"Yes," Lois admitted and wondered how many more questions she would have to endure. She remembered her hidden porn folder, the casual study she'd made of cocks on wolfboys and foxboys...artists differed; some of them just wanted to draw human pricks, colored the same as the animal's fur, while others were more "realistic," whatever that meant when it came to bipedal wolfmen, with red or pink pricks that emerged from sheaths, sometimes with swollen knots above the fur-covered balls.

Lois got so lost in thinking about those animalistic dicks she almost missed Mercy's next question.

"What can you smell?"

Instinctively, her tongue lapped out and wetted her nose. The nostrils widened, sucked in air. Not a snuffle, just a...something unfamiliar clicked in her brain. The wolfwoman reporter had realized she was smelling fainter scents, but now there was something new. It was like...like closing your eyes and being able to tell, just by listening, what direction a sound was coming from. Except with scent. She turned her head, slowly. There was a new smell. It was being blown in from a vent on the wall.

"I don't know..." Lois said, then she stopped. Because she did know. She didn't want to give voice to it, but she **** herself to.

"Cock. I smell...a man's cock." Lois said.

The wolf woman moved, padded over the floor. Her nose twitched, and Lois let it draw her forward. Things she couldn't give a name to were being communicated to her, her hybrid brain was interpreting it, and...things were happening in her body in response. Nipples hard, all of them. Tail lifting. Sudden wetness down below.

"How does that make you feel?" Mercy's voice came over the speakers.

"Wet," Lois said, before she had time to think of it. "Horny. Warm?"

"Would you like," and there was a certain smugness in Mercy's voice, "to see the cock you're smelling?"