deeper in the woods

As you go deeper into the woods, you can see a small clearing. In it is a silver-haired wolf girl, tall ears and furry tail twitching sensitively at your appearance near the edge of the opening. She eyes you with bright, amber colored eyes that seem to look straight through you, and you see her short muzzle twitch in what you assume is sniffing your newfound scent. Her body is quite lean, muscle visible even beneath her fur, but she has a bit of softness to her form as well. Womanly curves, a juicy-looking reach topped by her tail, and a chest to full and firm that it practically sticks upward, though more accurately straight out. What seems especially odd is that she has several beads strung into her head hair, striking you as vaguely native American or perhaps gypsy-like. She even something like a loincloth, though it seems to just be some simple draped cloth that couldn’t do more than keep out unwelcome breezes.

She watches you knowingly, quiet and unmoving, but by no means looking tense or uneasy. The clerk waves to her, and she approaches on all fours before rising to her full height of what looks just over 6 feet, looking over the both of you.

“Hey there, girl,” the clerk greets, scratching a bit under her chin. For her keen look, her eyes close and a soft murr of approval comes from her. He nudges you with his free arm.
“This’ Fiona. Really bright, this one. Can be a little independent, but some owners like that. Not as clingy as the more peppy ones, but heart good as gold and deep as the ocean. Even talk that she’d be bright enough to function at her own job on the outside.”

As he lets go of her, you reach up curiously and rub under her throat, making her growl in even louder appreciation. “Nice,” the clerk grins. “She doesn’t take so quick to most strangers. You‘re quite the animal-killer round here, huh?”

A strong scent of sex comes over you, and you see Fiona tense a bit and growl, though not at yourself. The clerk gives her a quick stare and the she-wolf quiets, backing off and excusing herself to the trees.

You’re surprised as the scent starts growing stronger, you feel a large pair of soft tits press into your back. They’re big enough and bearing nipples hard enough that they’re impossible to mistake for anything else. You turn to see another animorph, slightly resembling Fiona’s build but slightly leaner and shorter, and her hair bearing a more ragged look. Her tits are also significantly bigger, though not as firm, and her fur is a dirty gold color with dark splashes here and there, especially around her mouth and paws.

“Lita,” the clerk says, a bit slowly. It could be caution in his voice, or simply being reasonable as the hyena woman licks her chops at you. “This is the new customer. Be nice, alright, and maybe you can be picked out.” Lita smiled brightly, and you realize the tantalizing aroma eminates off her like a musky but not unappealing perfume. She leans into your chest, giving you a long approving lick up your neck and cheek that you must admit sends tingles down your spine. Her breasts heave a bit as she pants, nibbling at your ear as her paws reach around you, squeezing you tightly with surprisingly strong arms. She releases you after a long hug, whimpering minutely as she folds her arms behind her modestly.

“Have to excuse her a little. With hyenas, their females are usually the alphas of the pack, so she can be a bit… demanding at times. Nearly horny and assertive as they come, but possessive. She makes up for it with passion, I tell you. Once you’re hers, you’re hers for life and she loves you just for being there.”
Lita beams brightly, eying you with adoration already.

You hear a series of soft thumps grow nearer as well. You follow the source and see a big-breasted creature with tan fur and large feet bouncing along in large hops, making the tits spring about enormously. You suspect a rabbit at first, but you see the longer tail and look for the tell-tale pouch. A length of the blondish hair runs down her back down near her tail in a remarkably human trait.
“Sue,” the clerk sighs. “We’ve got a savannah, but she likes to roam around the place a bit.” Sue seems to meet your eyes and smiles brightly, waving with a high-raised hand. You chuckle and wave back, which seems to utterly delight her somehow. Her sunny expression just seems so boundless.

“She’s affectionate to the core. Very maternal, so she loves to take care of her master. Thing is when they gave her the pouch, she sometimes thinks of it as meaning she’s a little empty. She could really use a good love, and I know she’d be grateful and treat her owner right.” He thought for a moment then shrugged. “Think somewhere between being her king and her only baby.”
“So she…”
“Mommies them, really, yea. See anything you like then?”
“Can she?” you ask.
“Can she what?”
“Have children?”
“Oh, of course. For the most part, our pets are genetically programmed to be infertile. They do have the ability to modify it, if it’s a conscious choice, and breed like humans do, mostly. Occasional egg-layer, of course, and some of them do go into heat for mating and become fertile then. There’s different tricks to it, but yes, they can breed, and no, not by accident. Anything else? Or should we keep moving? Lotsa ground to cover here…”