Sleep for Tommorow

"Bathroom." Hearing the word her mood shoots north ,way north.

"Me too, let's go." You get up now, slightly puzzled and with a feeling that something meaningful just passed between you two. Your partner gets up ,her back still to you, and shakes herself off. You see dust swirls and ripples in the slanting light. You would stay to admire but one nature calls harder than the one standing at the window. You throw on some shorts and head out.

The house is remodeled but thankfully the bathroom is still in the same door. Opening the same door reveals a bathroom not at all the same. Stone floors, swimming pool-like tub, skylights new and ready for use are hurriedly passed in search of the simple necessity. It wasn't anywhere! You notice a lone door past the jacuzzi pool and cubicle sized glass shower. A quick power walk later, you open the door and find a lone toilet in the smallest room you have ever seen. So narrow that it was only a hand span's wider than the actual width of the toilet, and long enough just for standing space, even in your **** situation you have to take the time to feel the absurdity and roll your eyes. Anyways you enter the cubby and ready yourself for relief. Morning wood and lingering thoughts of Lita shaking herself awake obstruct your desires but you mentally chant yourself to calmness. You begin to urinate and you breathe a sigh of relief as you hear...two streams? You look down and verify that indeed there is a second stream. Your eyes follow it's origin. Lita is beside you with a look that must have been on your face just a second ago. She stands right next to you her left breast occasionally brushing against your right shoulder with her slight swaying. Her legs in the same position as your own her hands in the same as your own. Realization is dawning but you're fighting against facts trying not to come to the logical conclusion. But your eyes
betray you and you look at Lita in a way your have never looked at another woman and only in glimpses at other men at public urinals. Lita stood peeing holding in her hands an throbbing, twitching, erect length.

"Oh that's good." She adjusts her grip and puts an arm around your neck, licks your face and buries her face into your hair. She breathes like an inhale, while you can only dumbfoundedly maintain your trickle into the toilet. Lita becomes more enthusiastic and begins licking, chewing, nuzzling a hurricane of tongue, nose, and teeth. That's when you notice her aim deviating to the wall and floor. Without thinking you grab her and recenter her. She lets out a sharp moan and lets go completely only to more enthusiastically devour your face. She has thrown both arms around your head now, and her upper body is twisted and leaned into you. Fear of loss has **** you to close the eye closest to Lita and you prop yourself against a wall and concentrate on enduring until your both done. Thankfully it is soon. As soon as the last drop is in Lita throws the entirety on her body on you. You are
trapped, pressed against a solid wall by a soft and jiggly mass. Her hard length is still in your hands and now saws up and down your stomach and Lita insists on pumping her hips against you, more enthusiasm than technique.

"Hold on" You manage. Lita locks her motions and holds you hard against her. Her face to your neck, her chest to yours, her hips still thrust a little though.

"Lita..." Sight is obscured by her wild sandy mane.

"Yes?" she asks hesitantly into your ear. There it was again. That tone. You saw it yesterday in the pet shop and in the morning when she asked where you were going. Her voice makes you reconsider the obvious question you were going to ask. Her chest heaves into yours. Is she breathing faster than usual? From her **** gripped hug you see her tail is down and that her body is shaking, unfortunately so is her erection. Not now, you decide. You bend down slightly and wrap both arms around her butt. When you lift her up both legs wrap tight around your waist.
"Let's go get breakfast." You say and hobble toward the kitchen too proud to let down the much much heavier than expected animorph in your arms.

Breakfast is fast and simple. Dry cereal for you and a t-bone steak for Lita. Raw. You were going to cook her some eggs and bacon but her unbreaking stare at the cut of beef was telltale. She happily eats through the steak now. She uses a knife and fork but that does not gentrify her method of eating. You think of bringing up what you saw in the bathroom but Lita seems wholly preoccupied. As you fish for the last floating spheres of sugar frosted cereal you hear a wall piercing crack. You look up to see a uncharacteristically sheepish looking Lita with a half split t-bone in her mouth.

"Sorry, habit" She gives another attempt at an embarrassed smile.
"Go ahead." You try to slurp and gulp your milk as loud as possible to encourage her and it seems to work. Soon the sound of
slurping and gnawing of bone and marrow echo off the walls. A moment of clarity forces you to really hear the sounds and look at the situation and you begin to smile and laugh. Yesterday was just another day in a routine and now here you were with a beautiful hyena animorph in your home. Lita smiles too and joins in. Her hyena laugh skips in half notes like a wet sponge being pressed across glass. You let your spoon clatter in your bowl and get up. Walking to the sink, you begin to rinse it out. A pair of strong arms wrap around your front and a pair of warm softness press into your back.

"Deja vu" You say amused as an amorous and hygienically questionable mouth begins moussing the back and sides of your hair.
"but different" Lita says as she taps on her collar. She begins gnawing on your ear, thankfully more tongue than teeth. Her nipples are erect and pressing into points on your back. You're almost done with the dish when you feel a hand reach into your shorts. Lita reaches around and grasps your penis rubbing her thumb in small circles against the head. She runs her other hand against your stomach. You feel yourself growing in excitement but something still needs to explained. You manage to shake your ear free out of Lita's playful mouth and spin around. Lita now laughs as she paws at your butt. You press her tight against you and you lift her up and set her down on the kitchen table. Lita is panting now and spreads her legs wide open. You look down verify that she still has a penis, but more than that the base of it was right above the entrance to her vagina. Lita lays flat on the table panting in want. With a tentative hand you reach out and press a probing finger at the base of her penis. Lita's hips jump and try to grind against your index. You trace your finger around the base of the penis and then down to her sobbing snatch. Her thick lips are fully spread inviting you into her pink depths.

You remember her body from last night and try to reference it. Her unit was swaying now, bobbing in all directions from the slightest touch. Just like last night, her female arousal was running in rivulets down her thighs and vulva, pooling on the table and dripping in drops to the floor. As you feel around for her clit and though you dig your finger into the apex of her hood, all you feel is the bottom of her pulsing cock. You can't beat around it all day, you grasp her length at the base. Her hips really buck now. It was thinner than your own and somehow lighter ,hollow feeling. Your hand already wet with her love juices makes it easy to slide your hand up and down. You're rewarded with a fresh spring of female precum soaking your crotch. Lita now breathes in shuddering gasps. You slide your hand up and down again. Somehow the actual experience is more mundane than imagined. As you grip your fingers tighter around it you can feel it pulsating. Running a hand down to the base and to her slick lips you press the heel of your palm against her pink.
She shudders and wails in response.

You venture a finger into the confines of Lita's quim and you feel the wet and heated tunnel trap your digit. The hyena animorph has both legs wrapped around your back and is bucking into your stomach smearing her arousal over you.

"please, please, please, please" Lita chants over and over. She squirms her body on the table. You reach down and feel yourself
ready. You position yourself, and enter Lita slowly. Lita's wet slick walls stick to your invading head in agonizing wet friction. You push and immerse yourself further. Lita bucks hard against your body, tightening her legs against your sides **** for all of you. You press on and gradually sink into Lita's hot bowels up to the hilt. Lita's head is lolled to the side and
drooling. You think she has had a small orgasm. You wait for her as your erection pulses wrapped deep in her stain folds. You lean forward to plant small kisses on Lita's mouth and neck. She grabs your head and buries it in her bosom. You now give her cleavage the same small pecks. Her engorged organ is now between your stomachs.

"Master..." Lita looks at you with a worried look. You kiss her and begin pumping your hips in and out slowly. She begins to scream. You cover her mouth with yours. She hungrily accepts it. Your head is pounding now and your plunge your cock into Lita's heated depths at the same rhythm. Every time you withdraw Lita pumps her hips forwards to meet your return. Your slamming your cock deeper and deeper, and Lita pulses and contracts her muscles, milking your length all over. You're as close as you were last night and this time you'll consummate. Rising into a now familiar wail, you feel Lita's shuddering and contracting. Spots are exploding like flash bulbs on your peripheral vision, and you begin burying yourself with full abandon crashing your body in your slobbering climaxing pet's. With an animalistic grunt you finish. Jets of your semen hose the inside of Lita, painting her insides. Your head rests on Lita's chest pillows, your sweat mixing with her musk and slobber.
Lita reaches up and hugs you close. You hear the pounding of her heart.

"Oh master..." Lita exhales. You reach and sink your fingers into a voluminous breast. With another you grasp her softening cock.
"Lita, I picked you." You give a nipple a lick and the cock a small tug. "You're mine. Every part."
Lita's eyes water and she begins to cry. Despite your recent exertions, you manage to find the strength to pick her up and carry her.