[center][u]Game Changer[/u]
By Green[/center]


Michelle Baines sat at the bar at Finnegan's, gently stirring the ice in her drink, enjoying the atmosphere. She'd had a really rough day at work, and stopped here on her way home. She liked this bar. It was usually very relaxed and quiet, not the kind of place that played loud dance music, so the loudest distraction one would have from their thoughts might be a group of particularly dedicated sports fans while a game was on. Not to mention, she was a friend of the owner, an affable Human named Donovan Finnegan, who fit the bartender stereotype rather well in that he was always willing to lend an ear if someone had a problem. Finnegan's was only a few blocks from her apartment building, so she didn't need to worry about impaired driving; if she ended up drinking more than she'd meant to, walking was hardly a chore. Not that the attractive arctic fox planned on getting anywhere near drunk, of course, what she [i]really [/i]needed after a long day was to relax at home, maybe unwind with her boyfriend or go spend time with her friends, not to get shitfaced before the sun went down. The flame-haired vixen raised her glass and took a sip, and as she set it back down, she noticed a stallion across the room, as big and muscular as his kind usually were, who was staring directly at her, unashamed, his intentions clear as he swaggered over and took a seat next to her, speaking confidently in a Southern drawl. 
        "Afternoon, foxy lady, what'cha got there? And more importantly, can I buy you another one?"
She smiled at him apologetically. 
        "Mmm, sorry, I was going to leave it at this one, actually."
        "Well, that's okay, sweet thing, I can take a rain check on that. As for today, though..."
His eyes travelled up and down her form rather blatantly, lingering on her chest and her shapely rear. Michelle pretended not to notice.
        "[i]Damn,[/i] you look fine. So how 'bout it, sugar? You want me to be your little pony? Well, I guess 'little' isn't the right word there, but y'all certainly don't have to take my word for it..."
He winked at her lasciviously, and snapped his fingers such that at the end of the gesture his hands had formed into finger-guns, pointing directly at her as he clicked his tongue. She casually took another drink as if he weren't being so forward, and answered calmly and neutrally.
        "No, it's alright. That [i]is [/i]what they say about stallions, I believe you."
He propped an elbow on the bar and leaned his head onto his fist, pretending not to notice that his impressive bicep flexed as he did so, straining against the already-ridiculously-tight shirt he was wearing. 
        "Ah, but that's not the best part, sugar. I'm a draft horse, bred for [i]stamina[/i]. You ain't never had a ride like this one. Come on, darlin', I [i]know[/i] you're interested. Let me make you a cowgirl."
Finally turning to directly face him, she let the enormous smile she had been suppressing fully form on her face and chuckled. 
        "Hi, Vinnie. It's good to see you."
Immediately, the shapeshifter's face fell and he dropped the act (and the accent), looking disappointed.
        "Aww, come on, I worked really hard on that one! I didn't even get to the 'everything is bigger in Texas' bit, or invite you to the gun show."
Facing such a sweet smile, though, he couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head.
        "You're getting really good at this, hon. How the hell did you know I wasn't really a dirtbag trying to get into your pants? It's the tongue, isn't it?"
He sighed, and as his mouth opened, the organ in question, which was a vibrant emerald green, came briefly into view, much larger than it usually was thanks to the much bigger head it was inhabiting. 
        "You know, I've thought about hiding it inside and putting a pink fake tongue in my mouth, but that feels like cheating. Not to mention I wouldn't be able to taste anything."
She shook her head, still grinning.
        "It wasn't the tongue, sweetie. I thought that shirt looked familiar as soon as I saw you, but when I saw that you were wearing the belt buckle I got you last Christmas..."
He looked down at his waist, surprised, and laughed, slipping back into the Southern tone he'd been affecting.
        "Well shit, darlin', that was mighty clever of you."
        "And by the way, you're getting better at that! Your voice didn't give it away at all!"
The 'horse' grinned at her and signalled the bartender.
        "Thanks, I've been working on this one. Too bad I can't get the British accent to sound right, everyone knows the ladies go crazy for that one."
She laughed softly as he shot her the finger-guns again, then lowered her voice conspiratorially.
        "You know, Vincent, you didn't sell me on the dirtbag part, but I [i]was[/i] totally convinced that you wanted to get into my pants."
Pausing briefly to order a drink, Vinnie turned to the vixen and grinned his lopsided smirk, looking only slightly out of place on a horse's face.
        "Well, 'sugar', there's an awfully good reason for that."
He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, not noticing that Michelle stiffened slightly at the last second as his lips closed in on her. She had regained her composure by the time he leaned back, quickly asking a question to put it out of her mind.
        "So how did you know I'd be here, anyway? I didn't call or anything."
        "Oh, I called the office to see if you wanted to do anything tonight, but you'd already left. Receptionist said you'd been talking about coming here since lunchtime. Hard day?"
It was a very odd sensation, seeing a genuinely sympathetic look on the same face that had been perversely leering at her minutes earlier. Sometimes Vinnie was a better actor than he thought. 
        "Ugh, there should be laws about the amount of paperwork one person can be exposed to in a day."
He reached one of his thick arms around her and gave her a surprisingly gentle squeeze. Even in a bigger shape than usual, Vinnie was quite deliberate about his movements, careful not to use all the strength those impressive muscles could apply. 
        "Well, just put that out of your mind, hon. You just relax and we'll talk about anything that isn't work, okay?"
She couldn't help but grin back at him as she made herself comfortable at the bar, already feeling better in his presence.

As it turned out, they did get a little distracted by the pleasant conversation, and had a couple of drinks each, but they were still both very, very far from 'drunk'. Still, just in case, and because it was a nice afternoon, they walked the couple of blocks to the apartment building they both shared, chatting about the weather and other such light topics the whole way. When they stepped into the elevator, though, and Michelle hit the button for her floor, Vinnie's demeanour changed again, turning around and backing her up, hands on the wall on either side of her, his currently enormous body looming over her. 
        "Oh, Mish, I've missed you all day, wanted you so bad... Hey, you're not in heat, are you? Couldn't get you out of my mind...."
He leaned down, obviously angling his mouth to kiss her, but at the last second, she turned her face away, wincing, and gasped 'No!'. Shocked, the Mokaji immediately backed away, looking hurt.
        "M-Michelle? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you... is it the big body? You want me to lose some of the bulk?"
        "N-no, it's not that... not exactly..."
        "Well then, what's wrong, hon?"
When she looked over at him, she looked oddly guilty.
        "Can we talk about this at my place, please?" 
He nodded wordlessly, but he didn't look very happy. He'd suspected this talk was coming for a while now. 

When they stepped back into her place, Michelle closed the door behind her, while Vinnie took a seat at the small table in the kitchen. He looked almost ludicrous, sitting in that little chair with his huge, muscular body, but the look of concern on his face cancelled out all potential humour his appearance caused. As she joined him, she cleared her throat and asked, almost apologetically,
        "Vinnie? Could you... turn back into the fox? It doesn't feel right having this conversation with you, uh... like that."
        "Sure."
He only said the one word, but there were volumes of questions floating around in his head. He was sure of it now, he did know what was bothering her. He'd had this conversation in the past... and it didn't always end the way he'd prefer. He placed his hands on the table and closed his eyes. That last bit was supposedly for concentration, but in truth, he'd just found that anyone who wasn't a Mokaji found the sight of eyeballs changing shape and colour [i]intensely [/i]unsettling, even if they were otherwise used to the metamorphic ability simply referred to as 'the Change'. As Michelle watched, his skin, taut against his beefy arms, suddenly became loose, almost fluid, as the flesh beneath re-arranged itself, his entire body growing smaller somehow, the mass of his bulk seemingly evaporating as he grew shorter and much, much less muscular, the fibres of the shirt visibly relaxing as his chest shrank back down to its usual size. Much more dramatic, however, were the alterations occurring on his face, as the very skull under his skin changed shape from the elongated cheeks of a stallion to the relatively compact shape of [i]vulpes lagopus[/i], her species; the arctic fox. His ears went from being small floppy things barely useful for discouraging flies to long, thin, firm structures that jutted from the top of his head and served as a relatively easy indicator of his mood. Glancing under the table, she saw that she'd missed the transformation of his hooves into soft, fleshy feet with five toes, just like she had, and if not for the anxiety she felt, she would have found it kind of funny that he was now barefoot, since horses who had Inherited hard hooves didn't bother wearing anything on their feet. Something waving to the side behind him caught her attention, and she saw that his tail had restructured itself from consisting almost entirely of long, hanging hairs to a long thin limb, which looked rather odd without fur on it. Indeed, it was only when the underlying body had re-organized itself into the shape she was most familiar with that the thin pelt of hairs that covered a horse's body suddenly exploded outwards, growing inches in a matter of seconds, changing to a snowy white and obscuring the flesh beneath. Having seen similar Changes in the past, the sight wasn't [i]quite [/i]as astounding as it once was, but this time she was struck by the fact that the entire process of transformation was completely silent. Years of movies and TV shows had suggested to her that shapeshifting required some sort of sound effect, but the only thing she could hear was the fabric of his clothes shifting slightly as the body within changed shape so radically. It was for the best, she decided. She had no desire to hear the sound of bones and organs shuffling around inside him. That was a mental image she was happy to live without. When the process was finally complete, he opened his eyes, grinned thinly at her, and spoke up - this time in a much more familiar voice, as his vocal chords had re-shaped themselves as well. 
        "Hi, honey. I'm home."

Visibly relaxing in her chair, Michelle cleared her throat again, unsure of how to start. 
        "Vinnie... I... why did you try to kiss me in the elevator?"
Fully aware that he was avoiding the real question, Vinnie avoided her eyes as he answered, adjusting his belt for a somewhat smaller waist.
        "Because you're my girlfriend and I [i]like[/i] to kiss you?"
        "You know what I mean, why did you try to kiss me while you were a horse?" 
        "Do you have a problem with horses?"
        "Vincent, stop avoiding the question!"
He closed his eyes and sighed.
        "Why don't you just say it, Mish? You didn't want me to kiss you like that because you're not comfortable with the Change."
Her ears turned back towards her head, and her face fell. The silence was deafening.
        "It's - it's not that, I'm just..."
 She rubbed the bridge of her nose and tried again.
        "Vinnie, I understand the Change and think it's an extraordinary gift, and I'm really happy to have gotten to know you well enough that you'd trust me with it. But... my whole life, I thought shapeshifting was something you'd only see in movies or fantasy novels. I'm really, really, not used to dating a guy who can turn into whatever he wants, whenever he wants. You're so important to me, Vinnie, and I [i]really [/i]want to make this work, but when you're in another shape, even though I [i]know [/i]it's you... when you look like a stranger, and you sound like a stranger, then it [i]feels [/i]like you're a stranger when you try to... to take things past talking."
A moment of silence passed as both of them dwelled on her words, before Michelle spoke up again.
        "Do you remember the weasel?"
Looking up, he smirked slightly.
        "How could I forget?"
Looking back on the memory, even Michelle smiled thinly. It [i]was [/i]pretty funny... in retrospect. Today at Finnegan's hadn't been the first time he'd approached her in public as somebody else, it was just the first time he hadn't Changed back into the fox before attempting to get romantic. The whole thing was kind of a game with them, with Vinnie trying to fool her and Michelle trying to see through his disguises. His track record was a little worse than hers, but that particular incident was a notable exception.

It had been St. Patrick's Day, and as an Irish pub, naturally Finnegan's had been packed with happy barflies in various states of intoxication. Michelle had been sitting at a booth, this time waiting for her man to arrive to a date, so she had actually been on her guard, looking for anyone who might be him in 'disguise'. When she was approached by a very sketchy-looking weasel in an ill-fitting suit, who had clearly had too much to drink and was blatantly hitting on her in an absurdly thick Irish accent, she had come to the conclusion he [i]had [/i]to be her boyfriend pretending to be drunk, and so had played along, reacting favourably to his frankly [i]terrible [/i]attempts at picking her up, which even he'd seem surprised by. She'd even agreed to meet in the alley behind the bar for a little 'fun', sure he had to be kidding and just wanted a place to Change, and had been on her way to the ladies room to "freshen up"... when she saw Vincent Linus, white fox, sitting at the bar with a pint, watching her with a most enormous grin on his face. With the weasel having left out the back, she and a deeply amused Vinnie had made their exit out the front door, Michelle blushing like a neon sign, Vinnie having trouble breathing now that he'd allowed himself to laugh. As it turned out, the reason the drunk had such a thick accent was that he was Donovan Finnegan's adopted cousin, visiting from Ireland to spend St. Patrick's Day with his relative and check out his establishment. 

The vixen shook her head at the memory, chuckling softly as she did so.  
        "I can't [i]believe [/i]that you let me say all those things, let me play along with him."
        "Well, you two seemed to be getting along so well, I didn't want to be the third wheel."
As she remembered the reason she had brought it up, though, Michelle's smile fell away and she looked distant, sad.
        "...Vinnie, I was absolutely sure he was you. That's how thorough you are when you Change. I've... I've had worries sometimes, that you could Change one day and walk out on me, and I would never, ever be able to find you. I believe you when you say you would never do that, but we both know that you [i]could[/i]. You've got a 'get out of jail free' card, and sometimes... sometimes it scares me."
Vincent leaned forward and placed his hands over hers, and gave them a gentle squeeze.
        "I'm sorry, Mish, it's easy for me to forget how different this all must be for you. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."
There was a slight hesitation in his eyes that suggested to her that he was holding something back.
        "...But?"
For just a moment, he smirked again.
        "You're getting really good at reading me, you know that? I suppose if you've been so open to me, you deserve the same in return..."
He let go of her hands and leaned back in his chair. 
        "[i]But[/i], the truth is... sometimes, this is difficult for [i]me[/i], too."
This, she hadn't been expecting. 
        "What do you mean, Vin?"
She was the only one who'd ever called him that, and he thought it was kind of a silly nickname, but he found it oddly appealing coming from the arctic vixen.
        "Well..."

He sighed.
        "I'm not a superhero, Michelle."
        "What?"
        "I mean, I'm not an arctic fox who can change shape into whoever he chooses and back again. This isn't a superpower, something that's unique to me, this is just what I [i]am[/i]. I'm a Mokaji, Mish, and that means I have the Change. It's as natural to us as breathing, literally."
He gestured to himself.
        "This isn't the 'real me' any more than the horse was an alter ego. Not really. It's all just different shapes to me. Does this one have more meaning to me? Yes, of course it does, but it's not [i]me[/i]. It's more like a favourite pair of shoes, something I [i]wear [/i]more often than other things."
        "Does that make me a favourite pair of shoelaces, then? An accessory for your favourite shape?"
She responded before he did, after seeing the hurt in his eyes when she said that.
        "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, it just sounds so... cold when you put it like that."
        "I didn't mean to, it's just so hard to put into words..."
He held up his arms, as stripes of red and blue started spiralling along them. 
        "There's so, so much I can do, so much I can [i]be[/i]. Inside, in my homeland, the Mokaji like to Change frequently, even [i]casually[/i]. I've got a - a cousin, and [i]z'thith[/i] likes to-"
        "Wait, '[i]z'thith'[/i]?"
He distractedly waved the question off.
        "Sorry, sorry, one of our pronouns. Just go with 'he'."
The Mokaji language had a rather significant number of personal pronouns and descriptive labels, given that individuals could change shape and gender at will. He'd mentioned once, for example, that instead of just saying 'sister', he referred to one of his younger siblings as [i]niara[/i], which approximately meant 'person who has the same parents as me and generally prefers to be female'. Aside from the male equivalent, there was another word for a sibling who [i]absolutely [/i]preferred to be female, and one for a sibling with no particular preference gender-wise. "It's complicated" was a bit of an understatement. 
        "Anyway, he's almost always a snow leopard, and he likes to change the colour of his spots to match his mood, does it fairly constantly. Some of us use minor Changes in body shape and colour like extremely subtle body language, add a level of context to everything they say. It's not [i]necessary[/i], but..."
For a long, quiet moment, he glanced over at the window, and the world outside the glass.
        "Out here, I don't have that luxury, obviously, and I've learned to live with that, learned to stick to this shape almost all the time and contain the Change to private moments, but that doesn't change the fact that it's [i]who I am[/i]. Sometimes I need to express it, and I was hoping I could share it with you."
He sighed again and looked up at her, his smile more genuine. 
        "I was putting my frustration with not being able to express the Change above your comfort, and that was wrong of me. I understand that you're more comfortable with this fox shape, so I'll try to stick to it, for you."
Smiling back at him, this time it was the vixen who reached forward and took his hands in hers.
        "Thanks, Greenie. It means a lot to me."

He quickly joined her in grinning, and they just stayed that way a moment. Then, looking at their hands and the contrast there, Michelle asked a question that had been bugging her for weeks. 
        "...Vinnie, you do know that real arctic foxes have a winter coat and a summer coat, right? I didn't get a dye job or anything."
At the moment, Michelle's pelt was thin, sleek, and a light brown in colour, though her hair remained as fiery red as it was in the winter. On the other hand, the fur that Vinnie had just materialized was thick and full, and as white as the snow it was meant to blend into for Michelle's feral cousins. He laughed softly and winked as he answered.
        "Yes, but you might be surprised how many people assume you stay white all the time. I happen to think it looks nicer, not that you're anything but gorgeous right now."
He brought one of her hands to his muzzle and laid a gentlemanly kiss on its back, leading her to giggle.
        "I suppose it might look odd to people in the know who see us together, though. You want I should Change it?"
He was clearly trying not to look too eager for an excuse to 'stretch his legs', and she couldn't help but chuckle. She was about to tell him to go for it when something occurred to her. 
        "Actually, hon... maybe we could compromise."
        "Compromise?"
        "Well, maybe you can share the Change with me if you don't go overboard this time, you were basically a completely different person with the horse, but maybe if you were something close to what you are now..."
He grinned, the playful sparkle returning to its rightful place in his eyes. 
        "Hey, whatever you want, babe, all you gotta do is ask. Your wish is my command." 
She pulled back her hands and crossed her arms, placing a hand on her chin thoughtfully.
        "How about... how about you change into something else that's white, and you keep the voice you have now? It would be less like you were a different person and more like you were, you know, wearing a costume or something."
        "I think that sounds great, Mish. Got anything specific in mind?"
She grinned at him.
        "How about a nice fluffy kitty? A cute breed."
        "Oooh, I like that idea. Let's see what we can do..."

Vinnie winked at her before leaning back and closing his eyes again. This time, the changes were markedly more subtle than before, as his body remained about the same size, but they were still dramatic to watch, as his face re-arranged itself, the muzzle growing shorter, the ears wider and more curved, the whiskers growing longer and somewhat paler. Meanwhile, the fur that covered his body suddenly went from being relatively short and somewhat coarse to being very long (yet somehow, not unkempt) and exceptionally soft. It didn't take nearly as long as the previous Change had, given that less had to be shifted around, and soon he opened his eyes - revealing orbs which were now a light green and had vertically-slitted pupils - and smiled widely at her.
        "What do you think?"
        "I think you're lovely, hon. Can I...?"
She reached out hesitantly towards his arm, and he winked again.
        "That's the idea, Mish."
She ran her fingers up and down his bare forearm, and soon the cautious look on her face was replaced by a smile as wide as her boyfriend's. 
        "...[i]Wow[/i], Vinnie, it's so [i]soft![/i] I was about to ask what conditioner you use, [i]my [/i]pelt doesn't get this nice, not even in the winter when it's full."
He put on an artificially haughty face as he answered.
        "Well, we Turkish Angoras are known for our coats..."
Continuing to stroke his arm, Michelle laughed. 
        "Listen to you, you've been a cat for all of five seconds and you're already preaching feline superiority."
Suddenly she stopped, one of her sensitive ears twitching. 
        "Wait, is that..."
She stood up and walked around the table, Vinnie watching her with an amused expression on his face. She knelt down and leaned in towards his chest.
        "...Vinnie, you're [i]purring![/i]"
        "Yeah, cats do that, Mish."
She looked up at him, dumbfounded.
        "But nobody knows how they actually do that! [i]Cats[/i] aren't sure how they do that! How could you recreate it?"
He shrugged.
        "It's..."
        "Complicated?"
        "Yeah. Sorry, hon."
        "No, no, I get it, no frame of reference... I'm just really impressed, actually."
        "Well, maybe we should make it louder, then..."
He reached out and placed a hand on her cheek, stroking it with a thumb, and leaned in towards her, his intentions obvious. Looking into his eyes, which were unfamiliar in appearance, yet filled with a warmth and a happiness she knew all too well, the vixen bit her lip and hesitated... and then leaned in to meet him, their lips pressing together with a sigh, Michelle's arm moving up and around the Mokaji to hold him close as she relaxed and closed her eyes. Just as he'd promised, the purring began to get louder, and it only increased in volume further as Michelle snuck a hand under his shirt and began to rub his back, running her fingers through the soft fluff that now covered Vincent. Their tongues only teased at each other for a short time, though, before Vinnie broke it off. 
        "Not that bad, huh?"
        "Not at all. In fact, I kinda liked it."
The Mokaji grinned and leaned in again, but Michelle pulled back, gesturing with her head towards the bedroom. 
        "Getting tired of kneeling like this."
She stood up and took his hand in hers, leading the way with a smile on her face that rivaled his. 

No one else would be coming in, but out of habit, they still closed the door behind them. And no sooner had the latch clicked into place when they turned to each other and immediately picked up where they had left off, kissing hungrily for just a moment, before breaking off so Michelle could pull Vinnie's shirt off, pausing to run her fingers over his chest, tracing the powerful muscles hidden beneath all that fluff. Someday, she told herself, she was going to ask him what exactly he did with all the mass when he made himself smaller. As Vinnie leaned in again to open the buttons on her shirt, teasingly licking at her neck as he did so, she decided just as firmly that today was not that day. Soon both morphics fell to the bed, still holding each other, hands running up and down each other's body, Vinnie's searching out the well-known curves of Michelle's shapely form, Michelle exploring the new and exciting - yet comfortably familiar - shape of the angora she'd just met, despite knowing so well. She found the contradiction excited her. The more she played with him, the louder his purring became, until he was quite clearly getting agitated, desperate for more, and he boldly slid a hand along her flat stomach, under her bra, and squeezed a breast tight, the unexpected feeling causing the vixen to moan into his kiss. Without breaking it off, she blindly reached for the clasp on the garment, struggling with it for a second in her urgency before finally succeeding, letting a sigh of relief escape through her nostrils as it fell away from her, freeing her chest for the shapeshifter's hands. She shivered against him as he gripped her with both hands, running his thumbs lightly over her sensitive nipples, pressing against him, wanting to feel more, before she finally broke off the kiss and moaned, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him tight, pressing his hands in between them. To her delight, Vinnie immediately began kissing and licking her neck again, and whispering in her ears with a lusty, deeply needful voice.
        "God, you're so beautiful... I wasn't kidding in the elevator, Mish, I've wanted you all day long..."
The only response she was able to give was to shudder against him and make a quiet [i]ohhhh[/i] sound. She put up no resistance as Vinnie finally took her shirt completely off, then rolled her onto her back, kissing her one last time on the lips before he began to move south, trailing kisses along her throat, across her chest - moving [i]between [/i]her breasts, she noted, certain he was ignoring her nipples on purpose to tease her when he glanced up at her, his eyes flashing with reflected light, but not enough to hide the familiar mischief there - and then continuing down her slender body. She laughed softly as he playfully dipped his tongue into her navel for an instant, and then sat back up to take hold of her pants. He unbuckled her belt, and then hesitated, looking up at her, his ears lowering slightly as his pleading eyes asked the obvious question. Michelle knew without asking that if she indicated that she wasn't comfortable with this, he would immediately back off, and she found that knowledge incredibly comforting, sensing that the urgent need within her was at least matched by the fire burning within the Mokaji. So she just smiled and nodded, and Vinnie matched her grin, sagging slightly with relief as his muscles relaxed, and then he opened the fly on her slacks and tugged them off, being careful to open the button in the back to allow her tail to escape - but not before taking the opportunity to squeeze one of her pert buttocks and give her a nice groping first. Then, without touching her peach-coloured panties, he lay down on his stomach, holding himself above her pelvis, exaggeratedly licking his lips as he leaned down towards her. The Mokaji gently pressed his lips against the fabric right above the spot where her clitoris was even now beginning to stir in its fleshy hood, with the same gentleness you might expect from a classy man kissing the back of a woman's hand. Then, he nuzzled against her treasures through her underwear, occasionally extending a finger to trace it up and down along her slit. Michelle began to squirm, feeling herself reacting to his touch, getting warmer and wetter. A quiet chuckle from Vinnie informed her that she was starting to soak through the fabric, and she blushed, amazed at how much she was reacting to his touch.
        "Ohhh, please, Vinnie, you've made your point, stop teasing me..."
He chuckled again and leaned up slightly, winking. 
        "Sorry, babe, for some reason I'm feeling extra-playful tonight."

Without further ado, the temporary angora placed his hands under her calves, and lifted her legs straight up into the air, tugging her panties along her shapely legs, her tail quickly moving to the path of least resistance to allow for the garment to be removed. He placed her legs back down, on either side of him, and she blushed harder at the feeling of his breath against her glistening lips. But just as she was finally nude before him, and he was leaning down to press his muzzle into her womanhood, she stopped him, pulling away and closing her legs.
        "[i]Wait a minute![/i]"
He looked genuinely confused, though his purring hadn't abated any.
        "What's wrong, hon?"
        "...You don't have, you know, [i]the tongue[/i], do you?"
        "Well, of course I have the tongue, you never complained bef- [i]oh[/i]."
Vinnie suddenly realized she wasn't talking about the colour of his tongue, she meant the texture. The tongues of feral cats were infamous for their roughness, and owing to that quirky genetic science known as Inheritance, certain morphics - and perhaps certain shapeshifters mimicking them - had the same physical trait. Immediately flashing her a rather non-reassuring smile, Vinnie placed his hands on her knees and tried to coax her legs apart. 
        "What's wrong, babe? Aren't you looking forward to the tender caress of sandpaper on your 'feminine wiles'?"
She shot him a Look, ignoring the misuse of the term.
        "Vinnie..."
        "Oh, come on, Mish, did you forget all the kissing we just did? You had firsthand knowledge! Or at least first-mouth..."
        "And then you mysteriously spent a few minutes putting it off, almost as if you were Changing it..."
He laughed out loud at that. 
        "Huh, I never thought of that. But don't worry, babe, it wouldn't take me [i]that [/i]long. I'd still have the element of surprise for sure!"
She turned up the intensity of the Look from 'withering' to 'blistering', and he let out an exaggerated sigh.
        "Oh, all right. Look."
For a moment, the Mokaji stuck out his emerald tongue like a child, and she saw that it was just as smooth as it was when he was a fox.
        "Thank you. Was that so hard? I swear, if getting upset right now didn't mean you wouldn't do the job..."
Making herself comfortable on the bed again, Michelle leaned back and relented the iron grip on her legs, opening the gates to the garden. Meanwhile, Vinnie's green tongue slipped back within a wide grin, both at her comment and at the deed that lay before him.
 
On past occasions, usually when the vixen was in her heat cycle, Vinnie had been known to immediately take the plunge, burying his muzzle between her legs, but this time, he took it slowly, leaning in to inhale deeply of her feminine scent. Once the familiar tingle had run up and down his spine he leaned in and began to gently lap at her aching lips, just teasing his tongue along the outside of her labia, savouring the familiar taste of her arousal, a flavour he'd grown quite accustomed to in the last few months, one he was now quite attached to, and he couldn't help but grin as he heard her moaning with need above him. Vinnie didn't leave her hanging for long, though, his own arousal was burning inside him and he felt the burning desire to keep going. He started by pushing his tongue between her lips, feeling around inside her hot, wet inner walls, gathering her flavourful dew on his tongue and shuddering at the feelings it brought up inside him; her estrus was weeks away and she was on medication that would keep it from overpowering her anyway, but it was rather common for females who had heat cycles to emit stronger-than-usual pheromones when they were aroused at any time of year, and even though he was no longer the same species as Michelle, he could feel his desire growing through him, his jeans becoming uncomfortably tight. He pushed his tongue in deeper, one hand moving to tease her clit, which had just emerged from its hiding spot, and the other moving down to blindly wrestle with his belt. As his tongue pressed against a particular spot inside her love tunnel, Michelle's entire body twitched, and she let out a gasp, followed by a groan, as her legs lifted up and closed behind her boyfriend's head, keeping him right where he was.
        "Gaaah, that's good, that's good, [i]right there, [/i]Vinnie, fuck..."
He would have grinned if he weren't pressed so hard against her. For a brief moment, he considered branching off a segment of tongue dedicated to that one spot while the rest continued exploring her sopping depths, but remembering how uncomfortable simple kissing in another shape had made her, he decided against it. 

His fluffy tail slowly floated back and forth behind him as he worked diligently at his delightful task. His purring had stopped increasing in volume, but it showed no sign of stopping, puttering along like a well-tuned motor. He flicked his tongue back and forth across that spot Michelle liked so much, sometimes dancing around the periphery until she groaned in frustration, his fingers teasing along the length of her throbbing clitoris until he felt her legs squeezing harder against his head. While this was going swimmingly, Vinnie's blind flailings at his belt weren't really getting him anywhere, and his poor erection was still trapped inside his pants, and Michelle had made it clear she didn't want him stopping even for the few seconds it would take him to free himself. In desperation, he looked up at her, and saw that she had her eyes closed and was playing with her breasts to further the pleasure she was receiving. Although this distracted the Mokaji for a few seconds, it confirmed that she wasn't looking at him, and he used a quick Change to get out of his confinement, making his waist unnaturally thin so he could slip his jeans down without undoing any of the fasteners on it, then swelling back up to his former size once his legs were free. Sighing with relief, he gave his aching penis a squeeze, letting out a moan as he did so, shuddering as he felt it throb in his grip, pre-come emerging at his slightest touch. He was distracted away from his cock, though, when Michelle spoke up.
        "Vinnie?"
Reluctantly pulling away from her pussy, he licked his lips before answering.
        "Yes?"
        "I heard that... I didn't realize you needed it that bad."
        "Well, I've had my nose buried in your... pheromones... for the last little while..."
She shot him a lusty smile.
        "I think I've got the solution to that. Come here."
He thought her intentions were fairly obvious as he crawled up her body - until she grabbed hold of him and rolled over, making him lie down on the bed as she got up on her knees. It became pretty clear, though, when she threw a leg over him and backed up... lining her juicy slit up with his face and lowering herself towards his hungry lips. Not needing an invitation, he reached up and took hold of her butt, squeezing a cheek in each hand, and gently pulled her in closer so he could bury his muzzle between her folds. He'd only been doing it about two seconds, though, when he pulled back to moan again, feeling the incredible wet warmth of Michelle's mouth gently closing around his long-ignored manhood. Then, the game was on. The two of them had an odd way of performing a sixty-nine; once both of them were actively pleasuring each other, the first one to vocalize their pleasure got to choose their position later in the night when they inevitably recovered and wanted to go all the way. As the vixen's tongue teased along the underside of his shaft, he shuddered, feeling himself throb, wondering if she could taste his pre yet. He tried to focus on her pussy, on the juices running across his face as he explored her depths with his nimble tongue, but the sensation of her talented mouth going to work on him, suckling along his helpless cock and setting his nerves aflame, it was dangerously close to overwhelming. Swallowing a moan, he redoubled his efforts, pulling back a moment to close his lips over Michelle's clit, suckling on the incredibly sensitive little nub and teasing it with the tip of his tongue, rewarding him with a full-body shudder from the female above him. This lead to Michelle upping the ante herself, beginning to bob her head along the Mokaji's straining length, with one of her hands kneading and massaging his sac, [i]very [/i]gently squeezing down on the tender orbs within. Vincent tried to match her by fingering her, seeking along her slippery inner walls for that spot he'd found earlier, but was ultimately 'defeated' when the vixen copied him, slipping a finger into the angora's rear, teasing not at his body, but at his submissive side. The combination of different stimuli was too much for the shapeshifter, and he pulled his mouth away from her pussy to let out a yowl, moaning in pleasure as his girlfriend released his member only long enough to look over her shoulder and smile. Vinnie couldn't help but grin back, shrugging at his 'loss'. Neither of them said a word. Neither of them needed to. 

They relaxed a bit more after that, slowing down their movements so it was less a relentless assault on their lover's genitals and more a tender, passionate, exploration of each other's bodies. Michelle's tongue lovingly caressed the contours of Vinnie's erection, while the Mokaji had returned to burrowing his tongue deep inside her wet heat, tracing along her sensitive inner walls, only sparingly teasing her poor, aching clit with the tips of his fingers. Every once in a while, one of them would sigh or moan quietly at a particularly nice move from the other, no longer needing to hide their vocalizations. Vinnie tried to focus on his task, not that it was an unpleasant one, but Michelle kept up her tender ministrations, including the expert manipulation of his balls and the gentle fingering, and sooner than he'd like, he felt the pressure rising up inside him, and began to shift and writhe on the bed, before finally pulling back with a moan to cry uncle. 
        "Michelle, w-wait!"
She released his twitching penis from her mouth, if reluctantly, and looked over her shoulder at the tense-looking cat.
        "[i]Wait?[/i] That's not something I'm used to hearing from you, Vinnie."
He squirmed under her touch. 
        "You're getting me too close, Mish... I - I don't want to come yet!"
She chuckled, turning back to lay a chaste kiss on the head of his prick before looking back at him again.
        "Sorry, babe. I'm gonna make you come whenever I feel like it, and you're going to make those adorable whimpers and gasps that I like so much. What are you worried about, anyway? You know you always recover quickly, and [i]then[/i] we can go all the way."
If he hadn't been staring her in the nethers, he might have had a shy expression as he spoke. 
        "N-no, I meant that I wanted [i]you [/i]to come first."
She chuckled softly and kissed the crown of his penis again. 
        "Awww, such a gentleman. Let me think about it..."
As she [i]hmmmm[/i]ed away, tapping a finger against her chin for effect, she was stroking a finger from her other hand - just one - along the underside of Vinnie's trembling shaft, tracing his bulging urethra up and down. Below and behind her, Vinnie whimpered, and it wasn't hard to see why. Every time the gorgeous vixen's finger reached the top of his shaft, stopping just short of touching the sensitive head of his cock, Vinnie's manhood throbbed gently and a shining drop of pre emerged from the tip, as if coaxed out by her touch, to slide down in one direction or another, oozing down to the base of his shaft and disappearing into his silky fur, or being obliterated by the very finger that had summoned it, rubbed gently into the skin of his penis like it was moisturizer lotion. Vinnie gritted his teeth and whimpered again, hoping she didn't do anything unexpected to push him over the edge. He wasn't going to physically [i]stop [/i]her, he just always wanted to make sure his partner achieved the same pleasure he did, and taking care of them first was the habit he'd developed to do so. At the same time, though, lying there helplessly while she cheerfully toyed with his drooling cock was edging him closer and closer to the brink, painfully slowly. He groaned quietly and spoke up again.
        "Jesus, vixen, I'm - I'm so fucking close, if you're not gonna say yes, then [i]please[/i], don't finish me off like - like [i]this[/i], I'm b-begging you!"
Holding up a finger so he could see it, a finger literally dripping with feline pre-come, she chuckled again.
        "Close, you say? I had [i]no idea[/i]."
Looking back at him, she smiled much more warmly than playfully. 
        "You're just about to pop, and you still want me to stop so you can make me come instead?"
He nodded desperately and her smile widened.
        "That's what I l- what I like about you, Vinnie. You're so eager to please. I would kiss you if my face was over there. You'll just have to make due."
She finally stopped touching his dick altogether, and as his body cried out for her to continue, to just keep going and never to stop, his mouth let out a sigh of relief and his muscles relaxed. It took him a second to get back under control, but he managed to smirk, winking at her. 
        "What are you talking about, hon? Your lips are right here."

As she giggled at his awful joke, Vinnie leaned forward and once more buried himself in her sex. Without her own ministrations to occupy her, Michelle slowly balled up her hands as that skillful green tongue teased at all of her most sensitive areas, gathering up fistfuls of the long white fur that covered her lover's thighs as she did so, her breathing getting harder and heavier as she was relentlessly pleasured, without anything else to focus her mind on and distract her. Closing her eyes and focusing on the sensations, Michelle gave herself entirely over to the pleasure her lover was bringing her, moaning softly as Vinnie's tongue pulled back for a moment to tease along her inner lips, while his fingers manipulated her outer lips and her rigid clit, which was pulsing gently against his fingerpads in perfect synch with her heartbeat. He shifted [i]ever [/i]so slightly and was rewarded with a gasp, the vixen stiffening for a moment before relaxing again, and as he lapped up the juices coating her lips, she looked over her shoulder again, cheeks flushed with arousal.
        "God, Vinnie, don't stop that - that whatever it is you're doing. Damn, that felt good..."
        "You mean [i]this?[/i]"
        "Oh - [i]oh fuck![/i] Yes! Ohhh, don't ever stop, I'm - I'm getting so close..."
As he diligently worked her dripping pussy, the angora's eyes flicked northward, to the tight orifice just under her shapely tail, which was practically wagging at this point as she twitched with agitation. He went as far as disengaging a hand, coated in her juices, thinking that what was good for the gander might be good for the goose, but he recalled Michelle telling him she'd never really experimented with that particular portion of her anatomy, so she would probably take to him springing it on her about as well as she'd taken the horse putting the moves on her in the elevator. Besides, what he was doing was working perfectly fine, her tail was twitching above his head, her muscles were tightening up as she pressed back harder against his muzzle, it was clear she was approaching the edge. Returning that hand to her more welcoming entrance, he extended a finger and stuck it in along with his tongue, to give a bit more pressure and stimulation to specific spots near her entrance, teasing along her lips as he did so, with his other hand now focused entirely on stroking her clitoris like a tiny erection, unabashedly trying to get her off. Gasping and pushing her slit against his mouth hard enough to make breathing difficult for a second, Michelle tried to speak, but all she could manage was a wavering moan and a quiet whimper, followed by her quietly repeating the words 'yes' and 'oh' to herself, over and over, in various combinations. Finally, the vixen's entire body stiffened, and she cried out with enough volume for Vinnie to briefly wonder how well soundproofed the room was, before the thought was dashed away from his mind by the sudden rush of juices he was rewarded with, as her inner walls rippled and pressed against his tongue, swallowing it in gulps as he continued to stroke and please her. Michelle moaned as the pleasure danced along her nerves in waves, spreading out from between her legs. The fox closed her eyes and let it wash over her. Vinnie continued licking and stroking and teasing, even as his tongue began to feel tired, keeping it up as his lover writhed in ecstasy in order to draw out her pleasure. 

Eventually, Michelle relaxed, going as far as to let her arms and legs give out and just flop down directly onto Vinnie. Owing to his abilities, he was actually rather a lot sturdier than he looked, so he didn't mind the extra weight at all, letting his head fall back onto the pillow and stroking her thighs with his hands.
        "Mmmm, delicious as ever. You like that, baby?"
        "God, yeah... damn, Vinnie, is this a cat thing, or have you been holding out on me?"
He chuckled and put on a casual tone.
        "Maybe I'm just getting better the more times we do it."
        "Oh yeah? Well [i]maybe [/i]you should get ready, because it's your turn again."
With that, the vixen leaned down and took his prick into her mouth again, beginning to suckle on his shaft before he even realized what she'd done. 
        "Oh! [i]Ohhh, fuuuuuck![/i]"
Vinnie arched his back off the bed, pushing against her warm body, gritting his teeth as he fought back the pleasure. The feeling of her wet warmth embracing his ignored flesh had been so unexpected that he'd almost blown his load right then and there. That would have been bad. Even now, he felt his skin twitching, like it wanted to Change with or without his consent. He fought it, and the feeling of impending climax, down as hard as he could, and took a deep breath as Michelle resumed her other activities, playing with his balls and fingering his rear, a combined assault that lead him to throb in her mouth, which caused her to chuckle softly, feeling triumphant. The Mokaji bit his tongue and swallowed a whimper. He needed to come so, so badly, he'd been denying his body for so long. But he couldn't just jump in blindly, not this time, he needed to keep his wits about him so he could exert some measure of self-control during orgasm. Closing his eyes, he instinctively held on tight to the nearest thing he had to a safety bar - which meant he snaked his arms under Michelle's thighs, reached back, and held on to her buttocks. She paused for a moment, though she didn't look back, as that would require her to release him from her mouth. Instead, the vixen chuckled softly through her nose and continued to suckle on his length. 

As he began to twitch and writhe beneath her - he had been right on the brink before she finally stopped, and he really hadn't had that much time to cool down - Vinnie tried to focus on keeping his breathing even, and, even through the growing haze of pleasure, on his current form, of all things, trying to keep the mental image of a fluffy white Turkish angora. This was a very difficult task when what he [i]really [/i]wanted to focus on was the delicate tongue lightly flicking along the sensitive rim of the crown of his rigid penis, or the hand that was expertly kneading and massaging his testicles, or even the finger that was so playfully teasing inside of him. In every case, Michelle knew [i]exactly [/i]how much pressure to exert, and where, to make it intensely pleasurable where it could have been painful. Vincent gasped as out of nowhere, the vixen dragged her top teeth against one of his 'weak points', the spot on the underside of his cock where his shaft met with his head. Instead of bringing down the mood, the sudden and precise application of that sharp feeling to that spot made him throb in her mouth again, undoubtedly rewarding her with more of his pre. She dipped down low for a moment, her lips pressing against his body, squeezing his cock from end to end with her warm cheeks. For a human woman to do that, she needed to have carefully relaxed her throat muscles, but for a morphic with a long, vulpine muzzle, it was easy. He squeezed down on her buttocks and moaned as his entire length was lashed and stroked by that exceptionally skilled tongue. He wondered, briefly, if she was just naturally talented, or if she had already read all his tells and knew just how best to blow his mind... among other things.

Vinnie fought the good fight as long as he could, but defeat was as inevitable as it was desired, and eventually, he hissed out 'I'm coming!' to warn his lover as his entire body stiffened, feeling himself plunging past the point of no return at long last. Moaning around his length, Michelle pulled back until just the head of his prick was in her mouth, then took her hand off his balls and gleefully stroked her boyfriend's shaft, which was even now throbbing and spasming, pumping jet after glorious jet of his hot come onto her welcoming tongue. As he writhed in orgasm, unable to even notice that she had abandoned his well-rubbed testicles in favour of more direct stimulation (although if anything, her fingering had become even [i]more[/i] energetic, pushing knuckle deep into his rear as he clenched down on her intruding digit), something peculiar began to happen. Michelle didn't notice, focused as she was on his groin, but here and there across his body, random patches of fur began to 'shiver', twitching and shaking like the very flesh beneath was rippling with the force of Vinnie's climax. If one were to look very, very closely, they might even notice that the fur on these spots was Changing, becoming shorter and more coarse than the fine angora coat he'd put on, and these hairs - and only these hairs - were changing hue, turning a light brown for the most part. More dramatically, the muscles and skin around his muzzle were rather unsubtly Changing shape, not at all the smooth transition he normally displayed, this came in stops and starts, like the stereotypical werewolf transformation of horror movies. His muzzle seemed to be trying to lengthen, the teeth going from feline to canine - or something [i]close [/i]to canine. Gripping Michelle's butt as tight as he could without hurting her, Vinnie cried out, partly from pleasure, partly from exertion. As he did that, a single ripple emerged from the flesh over his heart and quickly spread to cover his entire body before disappearing. And as it did, it smoothed down the disorderly patches of fur, which became as white as snow again, returned his skin to its normal orderliness, and locked his muzzle back in the angora configuration. A personal victory accomplished, Vinnie's muscles all relaxed at once, and he lay back, green tongue lolling out as he moaned quietly with the last pulse of bliss (and semen) at the end of his orgasm. 

Afterwards, Vinnie just lay there, panting hard, purring like it was going out of fashion, a huge grin on his tired face, as he recovered from an orgasm that had been so hard he'd seen spots, not to mention its other side effect. He couldn't help but chuckle.
        "...[i]Damn[/i], you're good."
Michelle climbed off him, very carefully sliding his rapidly deflating penis out of her mouth, and then crawled on all fours to the head of the bed. She looked tired and sweaty, just like he did, but she looked impossibly gorgeous to the Mokaji at this moment. Not to mention, even though her body was being silent, the enormous grin on her face suggested that she'd enjoyed that almost as much as he did. She lay down next to him without saying a word, and took hold of the cat's shoulders, her intentions obvious as she leaned in towards him. Vinnie wholeheartedly approved of this.
        "Mmm, yeah, come here, babe..." 
He returned her embrace and joined his lips to hers, but he had barely started to really kiss her before his eyes snapped open as wide as they could, his ears suddenly swivelling around and flattening to his head, and he gasped; well, he [i]would[/i] have if she hadn't been careful to keep their mouths pressed together. The reason for his shock, which was invisible to the outside, was that after Vinnie's impressively copious ejaculation into her mouth, Michelle had neither spat out nor swallowed the Mokaji semen, and now, as she kissed her boyfriend, he discovered the unexpected presence of his own still-warm seed on her tongue. Before he could really react to this, Michelle extended her tongue and rubbed it against his, smearing the come all around his emerald flesh. Vincent moaned, the sound contained by their mouths, at the unforeseen sensation, blushing fiercely and shuddering, before he held her tight and began to kiss her back, their tongues wrestling back and forth, both of them playing with the sperm that remained, Michelle still able to faintly taste her own juices on her lover's tongue. At long last, they broke it off and leaned back, though playful Michelle made sure to push most of the come into Vinnie's mouth first, and she smiled happily as he swallowed, blushing even more fiercely than before. That done, she cuddled up against him and much more chastely kissed him on the cheek. 
        "Mmmm... I had a feeling you'd like that."
He chuckled and squeezed her close. 
        "What's [i]that[/i] supposed to mean?"
        "It means that you like surprises, babe."
His chuckle upgraded to a full laugh.
        "Can't argue with that." 

They quietly nuzzled and hugged for a few moments, before Michelle laid her head down on his shoulder, spooning against his side, and whispered to him, her voice much more heartfelt than before.
        "That was really nice, Vinnie. Thank you. I know that - [i]hey![/i]"
Vinnie's eyes were closed, and he was breathing deeply and evenly. If it weren't for the absolutely adorable little smile on his face, she'd be annoyed. She lightly bopped his arm, and his eyes fluttered open in surprise. Despite herself, the vixen snickered.
        "I thought guys only fell asleep after coming in those pervy comic books... and then only when they're really bad lovers." 
Vinnie looked embarrassed, but he couldn't help but smile. 
        "Sorry, Mish, I forgot how [i]easy[/i] it is to nap when you're feline. Just closed my eyes for a second..."
        "Well, don't let it happen again. I was about to get all serious on you."
        "Oh, don't let me stop you, by all means, you've got my full attention this time."
He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, moving a hand around to trail his fingertips through her fiery red hair. 
        "I know that you've been holding yourself back for me, with the shapeshifting and all, and I just wanted to let you know that I appreciate it... and that I don't miss the white fox as much as I thought I would."
She kissed his fluffy white cheek, and he mewed appreciatively at her. 
        "I think I might want to get to know this cute kitty for a while."
He gave her a squeeze and winked at her.
        "Thanks, Mish, he'd love to get to know you, too."

For a time, the two of them just held each other, neither saying a word, as nothing needed to be said at this point. They just wanted to bask in each other's presence, each other's warmth. Both of them were savouring the feeling of another body so close to them, the feeling of another's fur mingling with their own pelt, the soft sensation of hands exploring backs, the occasional kiss, and of course, the subtle vibration coming from somewhere within Vincent's torso. But as time went on, the hands began exploring less public places, the kisses became hungrier, and eventually, they were doing almost as much grinding as cuddling. At last, neither of them could stand it anymore, and with a wordless glance exchanged, their hands began to tease and stroke each other, their kiss almost feral in its need. Michelle's fingers wrapped around Vinnie's erection, shivering at the burning desire she felt, and which was clearly mirrored by her feline lover. Vincent broke off the kiss and moved down just slightly, to nuzzle against her soft, supple breasts and the tuft of fur nestled between them, before he opened his mouth and began to gently suckle on first one hard nipple, then the other, bathing her sensitive flesh with his tongue and squeezing her with one hand, the other teasing down beneath, stroking along her wet slit, stopping [i]just [/i]short of pushing inside. In no time at all, the arctic fox was rubbing her thighs together in desperate need, until finally Michelle could stand it no more, and pushed him away, her intentions obvious. She turned onto her back as Vinnie finally moved above her. Leaning in to hold her tight, the Mokaji reached down, hurriedly positioned himself against her opening, and pushed forward, both of them letting out a hissed '[i]ohhhh[/i]' as his stiff length was embraced by her body's tight, wet heat. Wasting no time, Vinnie began to thrust into her, capturing her mouth with his own as he did so, kissing her roughly as they made love. They did it fearlessly, without a condom, though Michelle was unlikely to get pregnant outside of an estrus cycle, and Vinnie wasn't even sure the Mokaji [i]could [/i]reproduce with an outsider. So they were fairly confident as they rutted against each other that there weren't going to be any unforeseen consequences to their union. Of course, having gotten used to such things, consequences were the farthest thing from their minds. All that Vinnie was thinking about, in fact, was the way his prick was sliding against Michelle's tight, slick inner walls, feeling her velvety grip tighten as she moaned into their kiss, one of his hands having slipped down low to tease her clitoris, though not as directly as last time. He wanted her to feel good, but he wanted it to last, too. They broke the kiss off so they could hold each other tightly, resting their chins on the other's shoulder. Vinnie began to kiss and lick at the vixen's neck and throat, and Michelle just closed her eyes and groaned, her hands closing up on Vincent's back, once again taking fistfuls of his fur in hand. Her grip tightened every time the angora pulled back, as if she was afraid he might pull out all the way and leave her feeling like this, and she exhaled sharply every time her lover drove back into her, feeling him rubbing against her sensitive inner walls, his fingers toying with her love button maddeningly. After he made a particularly deep thrust, Michelle lifted her hips up off the bed, pressing against him, meeting his thrusts, moaning her approval.
        "Ohhh... oh, Vinnie..."
Vinnie pressed his muzzle against her, his nose hovering just above where her neck met her shoulder, and inhaled deeply of her scent, shivering gently even though it wasn't her pheromone-laced personal scent. It was enough to know that this person he cared for so much was willing to have him, even without all kinds of hormones pushing him forward.
        "Oh, Mish... [i]Aahh! [/i]...it's so good. "
Shakespeare it wasn't, but surprisingly, they weren't exactly focusing on the conversation. 

Having released the tufts of fur on the Mokaji's shoulders, Michelle had begun roaming around his back, feeling the muscles beneath the skin, which were tightly packed and very powerful, as befits a feline. Feeling them flex and relax in time with his thrusts into her increasingly warm body was getting her even more worked up, and soon her hands had drifted all the way down to the base of his tail, which was rubbing against her own, somewhat less flexible appendage. She thought about teasing him underneath that tail again, but before she could put this plan into action she suddenly felt a burst of pleasure coming from her nethers, and cried out wordlessly, clinging even tighter to Vinnie as she shuddered, lifting her legs and locking them around him, letting her crossed feet come to rest just above his butt, groaning quietly and smiling at him. 
        "Hah... hah... Jesus, Vinnie... I think you... hit The Spot that time..."
        "You [i]think?[/i] Aren't - [i]unf[/i] - huh, I didn't think people actually made that noise... aren't you supposed to, [i]ah[/i], just [i]know [/i]where it is?"
Overrun with good feelings, she laughed happily, playfully gnawing on his ear before answering.
        "I dunno, I never [i]mapped it out[/i] or anything!" 
        "Oooh, we'll have to fix that then, won't we? Sounds like fun..."
His pervy smile disappeared as he gasped, Michelle having suddenly given him a love bite on the shoulder, a morphic gesture some humans found unnerving. But morphics in general and felines in particular were known for liking their love a bit rougher than 'smoothskins' did. Michelle released his flesh and gave him a feral grin, thrusting her hips up at him and causing him to hilt himself in her. 
        "There'll be time for that later, hon, and I think this is [i]plenty [/i]of fun for now."
He laughed and kissed her roughly. There was no arguing with [i]that[/i] logic. 

She used her legs to pull him in closer with every thrust, encouraging him to go harder, deeper. Her hands, meanwhile, abandoned his tail to hug his torso, embracing him close, making sure he wasn't going anywhere. For the moment, Michelle had forgotten his altered form, all she felt was the soul of the man she'd grown to care for so deeply. Vinnie, for his part, had enough presence of mind to keep rubbing and squeezing her throbbing clitoris, his arm forced into an awkward position between their bodies... or at least it would have been if he hadn't subtly Changed the positioning of the bones in his elbow. It was nothing one would notice at a glance, but it let him hold his arm in the tight space between them without getting a cramp. At Michelle's request, both verbal and implied, Vinnie began slamming home harder and faster than he had been before, and the sweet gasps and moans of pleasure were music to his ears. Vinnie was lasting longer than he normally did, owing to that first orgasm he'd had earlier, but he was starting to feel the pressure build inside, so he stepped up his efforts to bring his lady to bliss. He moved his free hand to the small of her back, like he wanted to press on her from both sides, and started thrusting with all he had, the vixen whimpering with delight as the muffled sound of her lover's sac slapping against her pelvis began to sound out in the hot, musky room. Vinnie hunched his back over her, almost protectively, his breath coming out in hard, quick pants that were most un-feline. Feeling his release approaching, Vinnie tried to concentrate on his current form, on the white, fluffy angora, tried to hold it firmly in his mind, tried to focus... but it was proving to be significantly harder to do so while bucking and grinding against a beautiful woman than it was when he was lying there passively receiving pleasure. Not to mention that he was mentally tired out after the struggle to maintain his shape last time. Still, he thought he could handle it if he took deep breaths and composed himself [i]just [/i]a little before he - 
It was at this point that Michelle suddenly arched her back, slamming her hips against his, tightening her legs to lock the two of them together, and cried out wordlessly, her moment having arrived. As the gorgeous vixen was overtaken by orgasm, one of her hands shot down between them and roughly took hold of Vinnie's own hand, roughly rubbing his fingers against her throbbing clit in a very specific way, like he was a sex toy for her. At the same time that her vagina was clenching down and going into spasms around the Mokaji's steel-hard prick, Michelle found herself overwhelmed with passion as well as pleasure, and forced her muzzle against her lover's, closing her eyes and kissing him with a ferocity he'd never experienced before, as if she wanted to invade his mouth and declare it her sovereign territory. Distracted by her unexpected actions, and helpless against the onslaught of pleasure her love tunnel was directing at his erection, Vinnie groaned into the kiss and plummeted over the edge himself, any hope of control blown right out the window. In her spasming, increasingly wet embrace, his penis throbbed and throbbed, spurting hot Mokaji seed into the vixen's eagerly accepting body. But even as he emptied his balls into his lover, a far more interesting, yet equally reflexive bodily reaction was taking place outside of their coupling. With no force of will holding it back, Vincent's body was transforming rapidly and dramatically, his fur growing shorter and more coarse even as it darkened to light brown, his ears and muzzle re-arranging themselves to be more similar to the ones on the woman climaxing against him. Michelle didn't notice that the mouth she was kissing was restructuring itself, mostly because her tongue wasn't spending much time in any one part of it, but to be fair, she was in the throes of orgasm at the time. Vinnie had completely surrendered to the instinctive Change, and was now only focused on making shallow thrusts - as shallow was all that was possible with her legs wrapped so tightly around him - to increase the stimulation to his throbbing cock as much as possible. Eventually, though, their ecstasy came to an end, and they both sagged down with a happy sigh, relaxing against the mattress. 

Michelle's legs had slipped off Vinnie's back as she relaxed, her knees spread lewdly to either side of the male on top of her. Breathing hard and looking satisfied, the vixen's eyes fluttered open as she placed a hand on her lover's cheek. 
        "Oh... oh Vinnie, that was great, I - what the...? Why are you a fox again, sweetie? And why...?"
She trailed off, not sure what to address first. The somewhat sheepish looking expression was now on the face of an arctic fox, though unlike the form he preferred even in the summer months, he now bore the thinner, light brown summer coat that genuine vulpines like Michelle wore in the warmer months. But even more perplexing than the colour of his fur was the colour of his hair. Normally Vincent 'grew' the fur on the top of his head long and combed it the way a human would their hair. This meant when he was his usual self, it was just as white as the rest of his coat, and he hadn't even had 'hair' when he had become the angora. But now, Vinnie had [i]real[/i] hair, longer hairs with a different texture than the pelt that covered his body - and it was a bright crimson red. Both attributes were just like Michelle's, though where she wore her hair shoulder-length, his was just as short as it ever was, and just as unkempt as one would expect after a particularly vigorous lovemaking session. Vincent blushed, clearly embarrassed.
        "Hehe... well..."
She stroked his cheek, smiling, though she was still confused.
        "I'm assuming you didn't think I would only want to cuddle with the fox, after what we just did, but were [i]you [/i]uncomfortable as the cat? You didn't have to change back [i]that [/i]soon if you didn't want to..."
With a grunt, and a minor shudder, Vinnie pulled his deflating penis out of her and lay down on the bed next to her. 
        "It's, um, it's a Mokaji thing, you see..."
Grinning at his reluctance, she turned to face him, spooning against his side. 
        "Come on, Vinnie, it's not like I'm gonna tell anyone."
        "Well..."
He bashfully avoided eye contact as he cleared his throat and began.
        "Um, Mokaji are born knowing how to use the Change, but it's kind of hard [i]not [/i]using it. It takes practice to not start to Change into a different species when you start daydreaming about them, or to lock yourself into one shape before you fall asleep. This is stuff we're taught when we're little. But, uh, [i]some [/i]Mokaji have a problem with it after that..."
She kissed his cheek encouragingly. 
        "What kind of problem, V?"
        "I, uh... I... oh God, this is embarrassing. When I'm, you know, having sex, I have this tendency to, uh... to Change into my partner's species when I come. I'm a fox again because you're a fox."
Michelle nodded and tried to look supportive. 
        "How come you never mentioned this before?"
        "Well, it was never really an [i]issue [/i]with you before, because I was [i]already[/i] an arctic fox. Nothing happens if we're the same species to start with."
He looked away and whined quietly.
        "...That, and it's [i]really, really [/i]embarrassing among my people. It's like wetting the bed... No, no, that's a child thing. It's more like..."
He glanced down at their nude forms and sighed.
        "It's more like coming prematurely, except the embarrassing thing doesn't happen until [i]after [/i]you have sex."
She gently turned his chin to face her, and kissed his lips. 
        "Come on, Vinnie, it's not that bad, is it? I'd never make fun of you for it. I think it's sweet, actually."
He grinned slightly, but the blush remained.
        "Yeah, well, you're not one of my people."
She leaned in, and this time she kissed him a little more tenderly. 
        "I promise I'll never tell any of them, then. Our little secret."
This time, the grin was wider, and the red started to fade from his cheeks.
        "Thanks, Mish."
They kissed again, slowly, just wanting to enjoy each other's closeness again. When they broke it off, Michelle glanced upwards for a second and smiled.        
        "So the red hair...?"
        "Is because you have red hair, yeah."
        "It's cute." 
For a second, Vinnie thought about mentioning that if he had been female, he would now look almost [i]exactly [/i]like Michelle, but then decided to leave that part out, given that she was only now getting used to him as other species, much less as the other gender. 
        "You know, V, I was right. You [i]do[/i] look good in a summer coat."
        "Well, maybe I'll leave it like this for a while."
        "Yeah, just... cute aside, you're gonna want to lose the red before you go out, we'll look a bit odd[i] [/i]matching like that."
He curled his arm around her, squeezing her gently against him. 
        "Before we start talking about going out, I had some ideas about just lying here I wanted to share with you."
She giggled and nuzzled against his chest.
        "Mmmm, I'm all ears, sweetie."
        "Just give me a second..."
Vinnie closed his eyes, invisibly Changing something inside him, and suddenly, out of nowhere, he began purring again. Michelle laughed happily.
        "Foxes don't purr!"
He winked at her and turned to face her for better ease of snuggling. 
        "I'm not a fox, babe." 

The sun hadn't yet gone down, and the whole night was still there to be enjoyed, but for now, the two of them were content to lie in the love-warmed bed, kissing and hugging and cuddling as they basked in afterglow, a completely incongruous purring underscoring their affections. By confronting their problems, they had grown closer, and something that seemed like a major problem turned out to not be so bad after all, as long as they took it slow. Vinnie being able to come to bed as a slightly different person probably wouldn't be a total game changer for their relationship in the long run, but with this confronted, Vinnie would be able to be more honest about who he is, and that could only mean good things. 
