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I purr, feeling the wetness in my pussy slide between my legs, my clit rubbing deliciously against the sweatpants fabric covering his hip.
"Sandra..."
His hoarse, low voice calls out to me.
I shudder and the air escapes from my mouth. When I open my eyes, I see everything in a whirlwind of sensations.
My body... is human.
My human body, completely naked.
He is there, beneath me. It is real. The warmth of his body, the weight of my intimate parts against his hips... That cock, thick and throbbing, drooling on his tracksuit and rubbing against my thigh.
By the stars!
I roll off the bed, away from him, and fall on my bum on the floor.
The noise echoes through the cabin, the sound of the impact reverberating in the silence of the early morning. Before I can process what has happened, quick footsteps approach. Footsteps coming from the stairs.
I barely have time to pull the sheet up and cover my naked body before Ted and Ethan enter the room, their eyes wide with concern. When they realise that Mark is asleep and out of danger, their eyes scan the room. Then they see me on the floor, and the expressions on their faces soften, taking on a look of curiosity.
"Sorry for scaring you..." My voice comes out timidly, and my face burns. "I transformed while I was sleeping and woke up with a start."
I hide the truth. Horror and mortification consume me. I can't tell them what really happened. That I practically rubbed myself against an unconscious man, like a cat in heat.
I was dreaming, but even so...
I wrap the sheet tighter around me, trying to cover my shame.
"I'll get you some clothes to wear," Ethan whispers, going to Mark's wardrobe and picking out a T-shirt and boxer shorts.
"Thank you..." I try to get up, but my feet are tangled in the sheet and I lose my balance, falling on my bum again. The noise is loud.
Ted takes two steps towards me and holds out his hand. I take it, and he pulls me up easily, helping me to my feet.
"Thank you..." I murmur, this time to him.
The two men return their gaze to their friend.
"Mark is fine," Ethan says, almost as if trying to convince himself.
"He is," Ted nods. "He's too stubborn, too strong, to let this get him down. He'll heal."
Despite their words, the two remain there, watching Mark while I go to the bathroom to get dressed.
Ethan helped me bathe when we returned from the old woman's house. My fur was caked with blood and dirt. While Ted carried Mark upstairs, Ethan carefully held me in my animal form and took me to the downstairs bathroom. He turned on the shower for me and left, ensuring my privacy. Later, after taking care of Mark, he came back to turn off the shower and dry me off.
Before doing so, however, he asked my permission. I nodded with a meow and approached him. Unlike how he caredfor me at the clinic, now, even in my cat form, he recognises that I am a woman. And he treats me with respect.
I put on Mark's T-shirt, which hits my thighs, and his boxer shorts, which serve as shorts, then return to the bedroom. Ted is covering Mark with another sheet, and Ethan is checking his friend's pulse. When our eyes meet, he gives me a small smile, and his dimples appear.
"Ted probably didn't recognise you in all that chaos, but you're the girl from the tavern, aren't you?"
I bite my lip and nod.
"Yes, it's me."
Hearing our conversation, Ted turns around, and a flash of recognition shines in his eyes.
