A Shifter's Lust

Bethany waited downstairs in the kitchen, cooking breakfast which consisted of two over easy eggs, two pieces of lightly browned wheat toast with grape jelly and two sausages. Dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans, a slim fitting green top and shimmering earrings, she hurried about preparing the meal. As she walked around the kitchen, she could feel a delightful combination of sensations.

The first was the still warm Shepherd semen that was draining out of her pussy. The second was the thick cum that Oliver had unloaded into the panties. She could feel the two semen mixing in the fabric, ready to overflow onto her pelvis. Using the spatula, she flipped the eggs and then reached down into her jeans. As three fingers disappeared beneath the dark linen, she felt the tips sink into the thick congealed mass of cum scooping her fingers, she drew out a thick wad of white semen.

Like having dipped her fingers into a bowl of yogurt, she brought the thickness to her mouth and opened her lips. As soon as the cum touched her tongue, Bethany could differentiate the semen. While Oliver's was tangy and bitter, Lucky's was sour and chunky. The combination of the two mixed should have been gross and yet, she loved it. So much so that she felt herself reach in her panties for another scoop. However, she stopped herself when she smelt the eggs start to overcook. Tossing them onto the plate, she gathered the pieces of breakfast and set them out on the kitchen table. All the while Lucky sat near the edge of the carpet, tail wagging happily as he watched Beth walk about. 

*****

Bethany got out of her four-door black sedan and looked up the walkway that led to her work. For thirteen years she had worked as a customer service agent. The call center, dealing with a variety customer care calls and complaints day in and out had gotten old beyond compare. Yet, the routine and the pay had kept her around. Something she was thankful for now. Especially since she had been risen to the position of assistant branch manager. Working directly beneath Mallory, the manager and her best friend since college.

 Mallory was around the same size and height as Bethany, if not just a little more plump. Her long brown hair hung at her back, accentuating the pale purple of her shirt. Her plump ass filled every available inch of her gray pants and showed a hint of the cellulite. While Bethany had a large serving of breasts, Mallory had been shorted. She had a thick hip size, thick ass and a slightly pudgy waist with small B-cup sized breasts. Her rounded face brightened when she saw Bethany arrive and waved to her. 

"Morning Beth honey." Mallory said. 

"Morning Lory. How was yesterday?" 

"Meh, we pulled through. How'd your morning go? Anything fun?" 

Bethany blushed and nodded. There were no secrets between the two friends. And they talked about it all. 

*****

'I want to tell her. I want to tell her so badly it hurts.' Oliver wrote, the ink of the ball point pen flowed as he wrote out his thoughts. 'I love my mother. Though I know I can never tell her, I just keep dreaming about her. Fantasizing about fucking her. Cumming in her. I look at her and I get instantly hard. I don't know how I can get through the next few years without so much as kissing her.' 

Oliver put his notebook back into the drawer and grabbed his phone. He dialed out with a push of a button. A picture of a middle-aged woman with blonde hair, blueish green eyes and a bright white smile appeared on the screen. In bold letters was the name 'Holly Wilds' which flashed as the call waited to connect. After three dial tones the line was answered. Holly had a soft-spoken southern accent that had lost some of its grit after spending so many years in the Midwest, but it was clear that she had grown up in the deep south. 

"Hey there sugar." She said sleepily.

"Hi Holly. Did I wake you? I know it's a bit early but I..."

"Nah, don't you be worrying about nothing. I was meaning to be getting up anyhow." She replied, a yawn in her voice. "What can an old lady like me do for a young thing such as yourself on a fine morning like this?" She asked, humor in her southern feminine voice. 

"I was wondering if you had time for coffee this morning." 

"Sure thing Sugar. See you at nine? Normal spot?" She asked.

"Sounds good. Thanks Holly." 

"Always." She replied then hung up.

*****

Lucky walked around the house in a methodical fashion. He checked each and every room, walking along the hallways and stairs to ensure that his house was safe, secure and most of all, empty. As he made his way into the living room, he glanced out the windows before setting himself in the open space of the furnished communal room.

His eyes went wide as pain lanced through his body. His hair began to dissolve as though it were being burned away by some invisible flame. The sounds of his joints and muscles tearing, popping and realigning echoed off the walls. Lucky's canine form quickly changed into one of human. Naked and sweaty, he stood up and stretched.