Beth found herself back at the lake, where the whole chaotic escapade began.
Morgan had long since transformed; even as a tigress, Beth could see Morgan within, from her actions and even her look. She was right; there was no difference between the two.
They ran, free and uninhibited, through the forest, with Beth’s hand resting lightly on Morgan’s broad back. They broke away for a moment when Morgan spotted a deer, as Beth took refuge behind a tree to watch Morgan hunt. It was savage, but humane; she caught the deer quickly, clenching her fangs into its neck and ending its life with a shake of her powerful jaws. She tore into the carcass, eating her fill. Beth approached, trying not to look nauseated. She almost laughed when Morgan tore off a piece of muscle and pushed it in her direction with her muzzle, offering to share.
Later, they climbed a tree and sat for a while, watching the night pulse around them. Beth found herself falling in love with Morgan all over again, grateful to her for sharing her secret world. It is a beautiful existence, she thought to herself.
They returned to the lake at around
Morgan curled up on the bank while Beth leaned into her furry side. Beth treasured the feel of her gentle furry breathing, and the touch of Morgan’s paw across her breasts, the tigress equivalent of a hug.
Beth raised her eyes to meet Morgan’s green feline orbs. “Morgan?” she whispered…
Sun May 12 18:41:49 2002