To Improvise

Hunter reviewed his options.

He could change back into human form, or at least he assumed he could do so, but he'd have no clothes to wear that would hold together except the jacket hanging on a coat rack.

He could try and find some human clothes somewhere, then transform.

He could try to make his way home in his current form, or in full wolf form, assuming he could transform fully.

After some thought, he decided that he'd leave the building in his current form, leaving open the option of finding some clothes or getting home in wolf form to see what opportunities arose. With that thought he put his wallet and keys in the pouch and belted it around himself. He picked up his torn clothing and pushed it into a desk drawer, taking care to lock his desk.

He listened at his door for any sounds of the cleaner. Hearing none he cracked the door open and listened again, his senses tingling. Nothing. Sure that the office was empty he crept out, silently prowling as his ears pricked for any sound.

Reaching the door to the fire escape he listened again, then giving a little thanks for the door not being alarmed, pushed it open an listened. There was no sound in the stairwell. He eased the door shut and padded down the concrete stairs, sensing nothing.

Several flights down the stairs ended at a heavy metal door. Once again he listened and heard nothing. Pushing it open he found himself in the underground parking garage. It was mostly empty, just a few cars belonging to other tenants in the building. Keeping near the wall, Hunter padded towards the exit.

A sudden mechanical noise made him jump behind a concrete pillar. Peering around it he saw an elevator door open on the other side of the garage, and recognised the plump figure of the cleaner as she pushed her cart out. He watched her as she pushed the cart to the gate and opened an access door to push her cart through, then dump two bags of trash into the dumpster just outside the gate.

He quickly slipped nearer, padding silently and keeping to the shadows and behind pillars and cars when possible. He watched as he stretched to push the bags into the dumpster, her tight blue dress riding up her firm brown thighs. He caught the scent of her sweat and perfume, and he could feel lust stirring in him, a deep feral hunger that glowed like burning coal.

He ran a hot red tongue over his teeth and lips as he watched her, his cock hardening and starting to push out of the furred sheath between his legs.

He could take her here, he knew. Take her without the risk there would have been in his office. But should he take the time, take even the slightest risk?