<11> When the couple finally bothered to get up, the two of them quickly decided that redressing wasn't worth the effort, especially considering half of Quela's outfit was torn anyway. A quick dip in the river and a pre-packed meal later, the two of them set about actually trying to patch up a few of the buildings and determine which points could be used as proper lookout spots for land and sea. Chatter between the couple had become much, much friendlier, though in the afternoon the two of them had to part ways in order to properly perform their respective duties. By the time the sun began to reach the Western horizon, Nathan returned to the building he'd slept in the night before. To his surprise, however, Quela was nowhere to be found. He took a few minutes to get things ready for a later meal to see if she'd turn up, but still she did not show. [i]Huh, she shouldn't have gone too far. Perhaps she found something?[/i] Another several minutes passed before Nathan's patience ran out, and with a swift leap the worgen's canine-esque form was replaced by the massive feline once more. Off he went into the trees at lightning speed, but his pace slowed the closer he got to where she claimed her outpost was supposed to be. It was a small clearing that was mostly hidden by thick bushes, and it offered a prime view of some of the malicious furbolg tribes that meandered around the zone. The stealthed feline peered into the clearing to find Quela in her feline form as well... albeit motionless. Panic set in for a brief moment as Nathan leapt into the clearing, but upon closer inspection her feline back, covered in midnight blue fur the same color as her hair, rose and fell evenly with her breathing. Her belly laid flat upon the ground with all four legs beneath her, clearly comfortable among the soft, mossy grass. Apparently during her watchful duties, the exhausted druid ended up passing out. Nathan rolled his eyes and gave her backside a soft nudge with his light-furred paw, but all she did was grumble and swish her tail defensively. His head shook as he peered above the brush, catching sight of a half dozen furbolgs milling about their camp, oblivious to the well-hidden felines. Certain they were safe, Nathan dared to whisper, *"Psst, hey, snoozy. It's supper time." [i]*(Of course, to the furbolg, these would merely sound like awkward cat noises. Druids can't speak common with beast mouths, but two shapeshifted druids of the same species can still communicate with their respective beastly languages.)[/i] The lazy kitten made no move to acknowledge him. Her tail merely swished off to one side this time, and suddenly a whiff of something... peculiar caught Nathan's sensitive nose. The druid clearly understood it as Quela's scent, but the bouquet was far more intense in her shapeshifted form. His curious nose followed the scent straight to the treasure between her legs that her swishing tail had revealed to him, and he felt his mind grow fuzzy the longer he took it in. From between his hind legs, his cat body was helpless to resist the urge, and from within his sheath appeared the soft pink length of his feline manhood. Starting at a pointed tip, the rest of its length was vastly different from his canine appendage, being a bit thinner and covered in tiny, dull barbs. Mating in a shapeshifted form was fairly uncommon practice among worgen druids, but the curiosity only grew stronger as he found his nose pressed into her vulva. The worgen took a sharp, surprised inhale that only served to flood his senses even more with Quela's entrancing aroma. Without thinking, his rough, sandpapery tongue flicked between his lips and began to hungrily lick his lover's lovely labia. Nathan couldn't have seen it, but once his head had moved behind her, one of Quela's feline eyes had slid open to look back at him, and a cheeky grin had appeared upon her beastly face. The napping had been an earnest mistake on her part, but her ears had caught him coming a full minute before he'd entered the clearing. [i]Oh by Elune, was it that easy?[/i] she mused to herself. [i]I mean, fuck, I don't think he would've tried it if I hadn't been egging him on, but... mrrrrowl that feels soooooo good.~[/i] The fevered worgen druid practically lost all sensibilities as he drank deeply of Quela's quim in her alternate form. He was so far gone that he didn't even notice her rump arching upward into him, or the fact that her tail had swished itself back around to graze his flank lovingly. Nathan naturally would never have nurtured such naughty needs of his own accord, but Quela's natural influence had practically devolved him into the feline he'd taken the shape of. Unable to contain himself, Nathan's tongue drew back, and suddenly his furred body was crawling atop hers, smothering her with his warm, black-and-gray fur. Quela was titillated beyond thoughts in kind as she felt Nathan mount her, and the second his barbed cock pressed against her nethers, the night elf couldn't hold back a particularly powerful purr of pleasure. She didn't even wait for him to thrust before she backed her hips into him, pushing the first inch of his pointed tip squarely between her folds. Both Nathan and Quela saw simultaneous stars. The sensation was much, much different than it had been with his canine length embedded within her elven cunny. The dulled splines dragged along her silky soft nether lips in a strange mix of mild pain and intense pleasure, and the further he pushed, the stronger it got for the both of them. There was no way for him to thrust like he would in other forms without causing the both of them discomfort, but once he had himself fully buried inside her, his hips began to vibrate at a rapid pace. The vibrations simulated short, rapid thrusts that moved him in and out barely a half an inch, and in turn those splines ever-so-softly stimulated every wall of Quela's wonderfully warm and wet nethers.