Yes, Thank God; If She Hadn't...

"Jean," you begin tentatively, scared to **** that she wont feel this too, "do you love me?"

She doesn't respond for at least ten seconds, the words taking that long to percolate through the soup of orgasmic chemicals which is sloshing around her brain pan right now, but she finally looks over at you with eyes that have some shred of thought behind them and asks: "What kind of dumbass question is that? You're my mate: of course I love you," and starts sucking on your left nipple VERY distractingly.

"Just making sure," you mumble, reaching a hand down to play with Jean's nipple too, and start to drift off into a somnambulent doze, 'petting' Jean by instinct while your conscious mind enters a half-asleep dream state.

Even as you dream your thoughts are only of Jean, and hers of you, the two of you share a single dreamscape, images carried from one to the other and back thorough your mated bond. Your dreams are full of love and sex, but after a while also children, your black fur and her white mixing into gray pelted daughters, a few of whom are not daughters at all you eventually realize, but 'male' sons of your new species...

You both return to full wakefulness about two hours later, as the summer sun and your extremities coatings of fur make the tent far too hot. Stretching and groaning Jean punches you in the shoulder and says: "Come on, we have to gather up what we can salvage from your camp and head out, we can't stay this close to the roads or someone is sure to find us and if that happens we will either have to turn them, kill them, or they will start hunting us," she explains as you startle back to consciousness.

"Um, wait, are you sure I can't drive you and the girls back to civilization in my Grand Cherokee and get us all clothes and stuff? Do we HAVE to live out here in the park on the edge of starvation? I can think of a lot of websites that would pay top dollar just for some photos of any adult member of the pack, and for a video of you and me making love: we could literally name our price..." You argue, and for a moment your mate considers...