Found

Doctor Benjamin Maddox Beaux wakes up before the sun, sniffs himself, and shrugs, “Time for a bath, I suppose….” He warms a little water on the fire, ignores the eyes glinting at the edge of the clearing, and gets to work washing up. He takes off his clothes, carefully folding them, dips a washcloth in the hot water, and begins scrubbing. He just matter-of-factly washes: Cleaning all the grime off of his skin, getting under those decorative balls of fat on his chest, under his arms, over his arms, along his abs, behind his neck, around the mound between his legs, over the glorious globes that cushion him when he sits on a chair, down his long legs, between his tiny toes, and so on, simply getting clean.

As soon as the doctor's done, a wolf-like creature the size of a horse slinks out of the forest on all fours, into the light. A black, shaggy creature, it has claws on her paws, but those toes are long enough to be fingers, slowly plodding towards the nude man, silently.

“Hello Angela,” Benjamin greets her quietly, smiling without teeth and trying for a soothing voice, “did you have a good night?”

The woman doesn't respond, simply continuing the plodding path to the doctor, which lets the doctor get a good look: She's at least four or five, maybe six feet tall at the shoulder down on all fours like she is… if she stood up, she'd probably hit twelve feet easily… and her hips certainly look like they could bend that way. There's no clothing at her scale, so she is of course nude, two large heavy breasts hanging from her rib cage halfway to the ground. Her face looks like a cross between a woman's and a wolf's, a long snout framed by flexible lips. Her teeth are safely put away under those lips (at least for now), and she's being quiet.

The good doctor lets her approach, reaching for some leftover roast rabbit from the night before, and hands it to the woman when she gets close enough…. and that giant mouth swallows what's left, bones and all, in a single bite... but leaves the doctor's hand untouched.

Angela sits back on launches and considers the doctor for a bit in the firelight… then opens her mouth wide, showing six inch dagger-like canines and saw blade teeth... and licks Benjamin on the face with a tongue bigger than his head. The doctor chuckles, and the beast seems to take that as encouragement, ‘cleaning’ the doctor all over. First his face, then his neck, then his massive mammary glands, lingering at those pointed tips, down his belly, and between his legs, getting the doctor very heated before slipping her tongue inside Benjamin's intimate places.

The good doctor gasps, but lets it happen, his middle warming and welcoming the wet intruder, which goes in and out, in and out, in and out, stretching and filling Benjamin's baby bakery.

Angela keeps at it, and when the sun rises, the doctor is screaming out in pleasure as the wolf shrinks down to normal human size… as a naked woman with a modest chest and tangled black hair… who collapses, exhausted.

Basking in the afterglow, Benjamin takes some time to clinically observe the sleeping woman: She doesn't look to have bathed in days, but otherwise seems healthy. So the doctor washes up again, gets dressed, and fetches the bathrobe, laying it over the sleeping woman. She wakes up at about noon, while the doctor is fixing some soup from his purchased supplies.

Angela gets up, wrapping the robe around herself, and starts with a question (which the doctor's glasses translate), “Are you suicidal? You just let that monster get that close?””

‘Yes,’ the doctor thinks, but instead replies with, “I did my homework before I came. In your wolf form, you hunt animals, not people, and simply aren't as choosy about picking your targets as you ought to be. The only human deaths came about when ranchers tried to fight you off defending their cattle; stick to deer and you're fine, let you eat the sheep and they're fine… if out of a chunk of their livelihood. Besides: You're not equipped to kill me, you'd have simply died trying.” He pauses, “Also, running from a chase predator is stupid: If you act like prey, predators will treat you like prey. Stand your ground, pretend the predator is a tasty morsel for you, and a normal human armed with just sticks and stones can run off bears that aren't ****.”

The woman doesn't wait for the translation, instead switching to English with a noticeable accent, “You're a foreigner, then? Who are you?”

The doctor shrugs as he turns off the outbound translation function, “American, yes. I am doctor Benjamin Maddox Beaux, here at the request of THUNDER, to take care of you.” Actually, the request was to ‘end the threat,’ with a very strong implication of ‘kill’, but that's not a great thing to say.

“I know how they define ‘take care of’ in THUNDER,” the woman stares pretty flatly at the temporary THUNDER agent, “why am I still alive?”

“I am, first and foremost, a DOCTOR,” Benjamin huffs, “the goal is healing, not killing,” he shakes his head, thinking, ‘also, you killed the agents that tried,’ continuing with, “I have something to try to cure your lycanthropy, but it has some serious mental and physical side effects, and so talking to you about it is in order.”

“Okay, let's do it,” Angela steps in immediately.

The doctor frowns, “Don't you want to…”

“Look,” Angela interrupts, “Knowing what I'm getting into will be good, I suppose, but… well, for the past month, give or take, I've been hiding out naked in the mountains every day because I don't know what will trigger the transformation and don't want to hurt my family. There's side effects. Okay. Fine. Are they going to be worse than what I'm suffering already? Is it going to cause me to hurt anyone?

The doctor pauses, “Probably not for you, and no.”

“Then hit me,” the woman insists. “I want this over as soon as possible.”

Benjamin blinks a few times, “OK…” and envelops the robed raven-haired woman in pink light for a heartbeat.

When it clears, she's blonde, and her chest has developed considerably, her breasts pushing her robe out far more than they did before. She blinks, “That's like, it?” And then jerks her head back at her new accent, “Oh, Em, Gee, like, how? I should totally get the deets, like, now please?”

So the doctor explains….