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The train pulled up to the last stop on the line with a juddering motion. The doors hissed open and an automated feminine voice told passengers to mind the step.
Small dainty hands smoothed down a navy blue pencil skirt and pulled the lapels of a thick brown jacket closer around her. The night air was chilly outside and Mila felt the hair around her neck stand up in response to the temperature as she stepped out on the platform. The station outside was deserted, which wasn’t unusual since few people lived this far out from the city and made regular commutes like her. Mila didn’t mind her surroundings and walked away from the station, her heeled feet clicking down the empty streets all the way to her apartment.
In this small branch of the suburbs, most people worked close to their homes rather than go all the way into the city each week like she did. Mila had looked into getting a place closer to the city, but with the rental rates there being sky-high, she simply couldn’t afford to take a permanent place closer to her workplace. It was somehow cheaper to keep her apartment here, and commute to the city once a week to sleep in a hotel or Airbnb. It wasn’t as comfortable as having a proper place to put her head down long term, but Mila convinced herself that this was all just temporary while she got things in her life sorted and she found something else she wanted to do.
Fitting her keys into the lock of her apartment and swinging open the door to enter, Mila felt that usual sense of uncomfortable disconnect with the space that she viewed and technically lived in.
The apartment looked just like how she left it. A hallway lined with stock paintings leading down from the entrance was flanked on the left by a door to a spartan bathroom with a standing shower covered in blue tiles. The living room was in view at the end of the hall, with black couches facing a wall where a TV would normally sit. Mila had never gotten around to purchasing a TV since she was practically never at home. She seldom ever had the mood or energy to watch anything, and when she did want to watch something it was more convenient to just watch it on her laptop in her bed with one hand between her legs anyways.
A kitchenette sat in the corner of the living room, which was really just one slightly bigger general living space. A rectangular dining table that sat four divided off the kitchen corner from the entryway and bathroom hallway. A door to the right of the living room would lead to her bedroom with the queen size bed that came with the apartment. The place was unadorned and lacked most personal touches outside of an estate agent’s selling points. Some books lined the living room shelf where the TV was supposed to go, basic kitchen appliances like a coffee maker and a toaster sat on the kitchenette top, and a bowl for keys and other pocketry stood on top of the shoe cabinet next to the entryway. Mila dumped her keys and pepper spray there, along with a pile of mail she had fetched from her mailbox downstairs. She would sort through all that in the morning.
Mila ignored just about everything else in the apartment, and headed straight for the master bedroom, her bedroom. That was where she really made a space for herself.
Here, at least more things felt like they had a sense of personality from the person they belonged to. A coat rack that Mila had bought stood behind the door and she hung her coat up here. Instead of turning on the overhead white lights that came with the room, Mila’s hands went to a remote that had been left on a shelf next to the door and turned on a series of string lights that lit the room with a warm yellow ambience. Her bed was the centrepiece of the room, covered in purple sheets that she’d bought from a sale.
An antique looking wardrobe stood opposite the door with a full height mirror where Mila began pulling her clothes off so she could take a bath in the master bathroom. The other bathroom in her apartment was practically never used by her, she only really kept it stocked for the rare visitor she had over.
First the skirt came off, which was followed by a sigh of relief now that her tail could finally move freely. A fluffy white tail sprang up behind her in the mirror and Mila stroked it, ruffling the fur and making a note to spend some time combing out some of the tangles in the fur after being stuck between her and an office chair all week. Next came her stockings and then her white starched button up shirt. Her undergarments were stripped off last, a sigh of relief slipping out from her mouth as she unclipped her bra, leaving her bare in front of the mirror.
A pair of white sheep's ears stood atop a bob of snow white hair chopped short below her ears. White fur the same colour as her bob of hair stretched down her body. The front of her body where her rib cage and belly had much thinner fur, stretching down in a V shape with the curves of her waist that came together right between her legs. Instead of the thicker fur that grew along her limbs and covered her shoulders and scruff, pale skin that didn’t see much sun was exposed down her front, revealing small lines and marks where she was flushed with warmth or clothing had pressed tight against her body left pink marks across this pale expanse of skin that would soon fade away.
Once out of the heavy jacket she had wrapped herself with for warmth, Mila was noticeably slight of frame and petite. Sans her heels she stood at barely five feet in the mirror and would clearly not be able to reach the higher shelves of the wardrobe that were well beyond her reach even on tiptoes. Instead, a folding step ladder was propped by the side to let her reach the top shelves.
Still, she stretched in front of the mirror, going up on her tiptoes while her arms reached up above her head and bending side to side before reaching down and folding her whole body in half, keeping her knees straight until she could touch her toes. She reached even further in front of her and wiggled further forward until her thighs hurt and the muscles in her legs felt loose and relaxed before she turned to head into the bathroom for a long hot shower.
Although the blinds on her windows had been firmly shut the entire time, something else had noticed Mila’s display of flexibility while she thought she was alone. Stretching down to the floor like that in such an exposed position was like flashing the most tempting bait in the world for a predator, and the oblivious white cat was not alone in her apartment that night for once.
Something slipped out of the darkness beneath the queen sized bed, a large shadow that flashed across the room towards the bathroom. The lights in the bedroom were definitely not sentient, but it almost seemed like they dimmed when the light of the bathroom was overshadowed by a hulking mass that crept towards the light leaking from the crack in the bathroom doorway.
Inside the bathroom, the sounds of running water meant that Mila had gotten into the shower. A snout outside the bathroom sniffed around the discarded pile of clothing on the ground in front of the wardrobe before turning back towards the slightly ajar door of the bathroom, bright white light still spilling from the crack out into the dim bedroom. If Mila had been paying close attention to the bathroom door, she might have noticed when something poked into the bathroom through the crack in the door and sniffed inside, following the scent trail from her clothes. Instead, she was focused on a good hot shower after a long week and lucky for her, the snout retreated silently from the door and disappeared before she ever turned around.
Ensconced in the safety of her shower, Mila soaped herself up and washed the grit of the week away in a hot shower. Cheap hotels just weren’t the same as showering at home. She also took care to wash her hair and condition it while she was home. The soap suds were the same white as her hair, but now the skin down her front was a noticeable shade of light pink. The heat of the shower and the scrubbing had made her flush with the heat. Eventually though, she turned off the water and stepped out from the shower to let the water sluice off her body in rivulets that ran to the drain.
She had left a bath towel on the stone counter that ran the length of the bathroom from the door to the opposite wall. A sink occupied the middle of the counter, while the sides held baskets with her self-care products with a generous amount of counter space left for placing discarded clothing. Mila dried herself off with the towel from the counter, patting herself down and rubbing her fur dry while she thought to herself what she wanted to do for the rest of the evening, as well as her weekend.
Her first idea was that she wanted to continue that book series she was reading. The one where a bunch of lesbian necromancer nuns went off to find and fight god. It was absolutely not what she had expected at the start, but she was loving the mystery of the book and the way the author kept her readers guessing. The other alternative thought was that she might spend her weekend curled up in bed with her tablet next to her and a hand between her legs with her wand while she read the dark smut stories she would never dare talk about in public. Either of these would be good entertainment for her weekend.
She stepped out of the bathroom eventually with the towel wrapped around her midriff and her fur slightly more dry but she would still need to blow dry it. That was when the monster decided to pounce on her.
Springing from above the doorway as she exited the bathroom, a large heavy mass dropped down on top of her, knocking the wind out from her lungs even as a panicked scream began emerging from her throat. Mila managed a couple frantic noises before the hot air of heavy breathing behind her and the feeling of being pressed down on her back between her shoulder blades, trapping the noises she wanted to make right into a pocket at the back of her throat.
The thing on her back couldn’t be a person, Mila was certain of that. It was too large, too heavy surely, to be any kind of person. She wiggled as much as she could to try and get free, her hands clawing the smooth wood laminate floor, but the weight on her back just pressed down harder and now she felt sharp points digging into her back, the threat unspoken. Despite her wriggling, she couldn’t twist her head back around enough to get a good look at what was on her back, only a sense of size and mass that dwarfed her body even as they pinned her down. Whatever was on top of her was dark and hard to make out in the dim lighting from the string lights she liked using. The normally moody glow they emitted now made it hard to discern many details of her attacker.
Apparently whatever was on top of her didn’t appreciate her wriggling and leaned down close to her face to let loose a deep growl. It was a rumbling that Mila could feel begin through the limbs on her back pinning her down, and feel the vibrations change as they rose up from the belly up to the throat where the sound emerged from the creature’s mouth.
Mila could feel hot breath puff across her cheek from the side from the creature as it breathed. She couldn’t help but flinch each time she felt the warm air brush across her face. Her eyes, earlier desperate to get a look at who, or what, was pinning her down, now were squeezed shut in terror after catching just the barest glimpse of something inhuman in the maw that had come down next to her face. She saw bony white jaws the size of her entire head that could crush her like an overripe tomato, a snarling snout lined with two rows of sharp teeth, inky darkness somewhere behind it, and that was all she noticed before she squeezed her eyes shut.
Her breath was quick and rapid, her heart rate was easily twice as fast, pounding loud and thunderous in her ears. She felt arms close around her waist and she couldn’t help open her eyes and let out a shrill cry as she was picked up bodily and carried over to the bed. Her soft sheets rushed up towards her face and cushioned her landing as the monster threw her down on the bed and she bounced slightly before coming to a stop. It felt like slamming on the brakes in a dream before a rough awakening.
Before she could do more than get up on her knees and elbows from the fall, she felt the mattress sink in behind her and a cold chill went down her naked spine as her brain began connecting the dots together about what was going to happen to her in the next few moments. Mila had read a lot of smut in her time and she knew exactly how vulnerable of a position she was in right now, and just how exposed she was. She was in exactly the sort of position she had spent so many nights frigging herself into a sweaty mess over, sometimes even accidentally triggering her heat early. Now she was in the position of the victim, she was naked and vulnerable and something was in her home and she felt like there was nothing she could do.
In so many those stories she read, the heroine was powerful and commanding, demanding attention from her lover and fucking and frolicking as equals in bed. But Mila’s guilty pleasure was in those stories where the heroine didn’t have as much of a say and she was instead told what to do or not even given that kind of choice. Stories that went not too dissimilarly from this, and the heroine found herself on all fours beneath her towering partner who would kneel over her possessively and claim her.
So it was that Mila felt a sense of disconnected observation when the monster leaned forward on the bed and two massive black paws came into her field of view near her hands. They were so large, easily twice as big as her small, pale hands. Mila felt the irrational urge to reach a hand out and touch them, to run her fingers along the hard lines of the monster overhead of her. She wondered what it would be like if those clawed hands covered hers instead. As the monster settled into position above her, the bed creaked as it was properly put to the test for its weight capacity for the first time, and Mila felt herself begin to shiver, but whether it was from the cold of being naked after coming out from the shower or from fear she couldn’t tell.
Then the heat from the monster settled over her, or maybe that was just the feeling of her mind disconnecting from everything that was happening. Because one massive claw lifted out of her view and settled down on her back, sending an embarrassing sound out from Mila’s mouth that was shamefully close to a moan. Maybe the monster picked up on it, maybe they didn’t. There was a huff from up above her before something hot and wet pressed up between her legs and Mila’s back arched and straightened as she flinched away from whatever was pressing up against her pussy. The monster growled up above her and Mila whimpered, but the next time it thrust against her thighs and she felt its penis touch her body, she at least didn’t flinch.
The monster didn’t thrust inside her immediately, seemingly content to rut against her thighs for a while, sliding its cock between her legs and spreading a sticky mess of wetness down there. Every now and then the dragging motion would come so close to grinding against that spot that Mila liked right at the peak of her slit and her legs would shake and her breath would come harder than before. She was slowly arching her back in tandem with the monster’s slow, heavy thrusts, her chest lowering to the sheets even as she unconsciously raised her hips up towards the monster for a better angle of impact. She wasn’t in pain, and the immediate danger of the situation had been temporarily forgotten in favour of just disassociating and focusing on that really good feeling she had right between her legs and the hot wet warmth of something foreign between her thighs. That thing that she didn’t have and had dreamed about so many times slotting in between her legs instead of between her thighs. Her slit was wet now, and not from any kind of runoff by the monster, but undeniably her own wetness. The chill of her nakedness was forgotten in the heat of everything else.
The beast was not rushed or desperate each time it pulled back and thrust back in between her legs, but the slap of its hips against her thighs and rear was making her skin sting slightly with the impact. There was a heavy weight to every swing from the monster, something that drove air out from Mila’s lungs with each impact from the monster that dominated her. She didn’t want to think about how the duration between each wet schlick sound could be used as an indicator of the monster’s size, didn’t want to draw lines to connect the size of the maw she had witnessed and the giant paws bordering her own hands on the bed. Didn’t want to think about any of that at all. Right now she just wanted to imagine that she was somewhere perfectly safe and not dangerous and about to have one explosively good moment as if that would save her entire night.
And then the monster thrust inside her and her world exploded in starlight and fireworks.
It felt like her insides were searing and she had run a marathon the day before. Like lava had flooded her body and her legs had lost sensation. Mila’s brain was struggling to put words together to describe the sensations she was feeling all at once, the blend of being stretched out painfully and the high of finally having that cock inserted inside her tiny body after being teased for so long. If she were to look down between her legs, she would have seen the bulge of her belly that showed her just how much dick was currently penetrated inside her body. Right now, the monster seemed almost to be giving her a moment to breathe, one small bit of mercy and kindness before the inevitable main event.
Then, it crashed into her. A long stroke pulling back that sucked the air out from Mila’s lungs, then a thrust into her that filled her up and speared her painfully on the tip of something her body was just never supposed to handle. Mila cried out, not a loud scream or wail of desperation and fear, but just a sharp sound of pain mixed with the feeling of being overwhelmed by sensory pleasure. She hiccuped as the monster pulled back again and began a slow rhythm of thrusting into her repeatedly. Tears streaked down her cheeks as the less pleasant part of all those stories and fantasies she read began to happen to her.
That’s right, she thought, this was rape. The monster thrusting into her, the lack of concern for her wellbeing or her consent, the violation of everything she thought of as safe and sacred and belonging to her. Not just her home, but also her body, the most private parts of it. Beneath the horror, there was an undercurrent of enjoyment and physical satisfaction, but that didn’t erase out the reality of what was happening to her. How her body reacted didn’t change the fact that she never consented to this.
But did that change how she felt about it? Some errant neuron fired off that thought as she felt the cock inside her pause between plunges into her. She felt breathless each time her body was violated, but it also felt undeniably like she was being set alight in a brilliant and wonderfully pleasurable way. Maybe not everyone would feel this way about being pressed into their bed and rutted like a beast in heat, but under all her fear, Mila felt a twisted flutter inside her at the thought that just maybe she might like this. Maybe she might like being pinned down and treated like this.
She stayed under the beast as its pace increased and both its hands reappeared in her vision to support the weight of the creature while it leaned over her. She could feel the angle of its hips change as it pressed deeper into her, pushed her body down further into the sheets until her face was not just level with the mattress, but pushed down into it, and her hands were no longer supporting her weight but outstretched and making fists in the pillows above her head while she bore the pounding. Her hips were the only thing that remained in the air, primed at a height and angle that allowed the monster to continue having its way with her. Was that an active choice on her part? Not entirely, but she wasn’t fighting it either, the thought didn’t even cross her mind.
Sometimes the monster’s hands would cross her body and Mila would shiver like a wave of fire and ice had passed over her at the same time. Unbidden sounds would emerge from her lips, breathy moans, desperate pleas which could have either been for mercy or for more of what was being done to her. Mila’s whole world had shrunk down to the stretching pounding feeling of the monster rutting with her between her legs, and those touches were unexpected each time they happened, although she reacted with less and less flinching each time. Despite the circumstances, it was darkly validating and comforting to be wanted in that way, to be admired and soothed even by something dangerous that could end her life easily. Mila didn’t know what it said about her, to enjoy being wanted in such a way, but she pushed away those thoughts just as she did everything else in favour of just getting fucked into an orgasmic high.
Yes, she was definitely enjoying this now. There was no use denying it. Mila had lost count of the number of times she had cum already since she let go of that tiny ledge of resistance. Maybe the monster had noticed the difference and begun to fuck her harder, but regardless, Mila could not stop cumming on its cock. Whatever it was doing to her was too good to fight and was slowly turning her rubberbrained. She didn’t really want to resist it when it felt so good. Whatever sense of fighting back she had was washed away with each wave of pleasure she got from the beast, each helpless convulsion that broke apart her psyche and made her wonder if she would ever be able to have a normal life, a normal relationship after this.
The beast’s claws had left lines down her back, the sizzling sting of those scratches turned into a low burn which both kept her awake but also melded into a haze of sensations which drowned everything else out other than her and her monster in bed together.
But all good things must eventually come to an end, and Mila’s night ended when she felt the base of the monster’s cock swelling and slapping against her rear suddenly pop inside her past her pussy. That was enough to make her cry out as she clenched around it again. Hot warmth began to flood her insides, and she felt her body grow heavy and begin to swell with liquid as the monster’s cum flooded her insides. The maw of the monster that she had avoided looking too closely at before now came close to her again like it had often during the rutting. This time, as it came close to her, it closed its jaws around her shoulder enough to pierce the skin, drawing blood and making Mila cry out sharply. The monster licked the wound clean afterwards so no blood dripped all over her sheets, but that wouldn’t save it from the cleaning she would have to do on them anyways.
She lifted a weak and shaky hand to her belly and touched it as it grew round and smiled. She could feel the heat even through her skin, feel the bulge that the monster’s cock made in her petite body. Dimly, she noticed her room being brighter than when she came out from the bathroom and realised that the curtains were letting in faint light from the sky outside. Exhausted, her head fell down on the bed and unconsciousness claimed her.
Mila didn’t wake up until the late afternoon and the sun outside was low in the sky again. Her first feeling was feeling sore between her legs and hungry, followed by the need to use the bathroom and then the strange feeling of heat and not being alone in her bed.
She looked over from her in confusion and saw a dark haired woman lying next to her looking similarly exhausted. Long shaggy hair the same colour as the monster from the night before flowed down her shoulders in wild ripples. A faint uneven outline of red around the woman’s lips connected the dots between what happened last night and today. Mila shoved processing everything that had happened into a box to sort later after she dealt with a few things. Gingerly, she began to try and get up without waking the other woman in bed.
As she shifted, she felt something slide out from between her legs and the she-wolf’s soft cock flopped out, still wet from their activities the night before. Mila waited to see if she would wake, ten breaths, then thirty. Finally, her feet touched the ground uninterrupted, and ignoring the wet and sticky feeling from her lower half, she tiptoed into the bathroom.
There was some irony to the fact that all this began with her entering and exiting the bathroom, she thought to herself, while she sat on the toilet. She quickly moved to the shower afterwards. Even the water hitting her skin made her wince as it stung, and her shoulder also flared up and reminded her that it existed. Remembering it now, Mila wanted to look at it in the mirror but the cum leaking out between her legs kept her from going anywhere, even as the water around her turned slightly pinkish with the dried blood from her shoulder washing off.
She remained in the shower for a long time, soaping herself down and scrubbing herself repeatedly, but still unable to remove the feeling of something foreign covering her all over her body. Unable to reach an arm inside her where it felt the thickest and the itch was most pressing. Unable to rid herself of the feeling that her body was no longer completely hers and someone had inserted themselves into her life, her bubble, her body. She had been invaded and her body plundered for its treasure and now she wasn’t sure what she was worth anymore.
When she finally exited the shower on shaky legs and went over to the mirror to inspect the bite on her shoulder, she was shaken to see faint inky veins tracing around a bite mark from a very inhuman jaw. Large marks from teeth meant to pierce meat by a predator marred her skin, but care had clearly been taken not to harm her in quite so destructive of a manner. She fingered the edge of the bite mark, unsure of what she was going to do now, how she was supposed to face that person out there lying in her bed. Was she going to run away? Talk to them somehow like all this was normal and what they did was something to be comprehended? What was even supposed to be called normal anymore after last night?
After the events of last night, standing naked in her bathroom with a bite mark on her shoulder, despite having a stranger in her apartment who just raped her, Mila didn’t feel much of anything anymore. Not stress, not anxiety, not fear. Her body didn’t feel like it belonged to her anymore, but she was still here and somehow losing her body just felt like being liberated of everything that she could ever be afraid of losing.
She stepped out of the bathroom and back into her bedroom. The stranger still lay on her bed, ruffling her purple sheets and covers while a crack in the curtains of the room lay golden sunbeams on the wolf’s face. In the late afternoon sunlight, Mila would admit that the wolf was kind of beautiful. But even as Mila stood and stared at the stranger, the she-wolf began stirring, possibly because of the bright sunlight on her face, and then opened her eyes with a dazed and confused look on her face.
The wolf had yellow eyes, almost a gold colour with how the sunlight seemed to shift in it. She began to look around the room, her confusion clear on her face that she didn’t recognise where she was.
Mila stood still with her arms crossed beneath her beasts even as the wolf’s gaze swept around the room and came upon her. She made no move to cover herself, although she closed her eyes for a moment so as not to stare directly into the eyes of her attacker from last night, but they didn’t remain closed for long. “Do you remember what happened last night?” she asked in a mild tone.
The she-wolf still seemed dazed but her gaze was beginning to turn from confused to sharp as she woke up fully and started to piece things together. She glanced down to her state of undress that matched Mila’s, took into account the messiness of the bed and her crotch, then lifted a hand to touch her lips even as her tongue flicked out to taste the crusted red residue around them. “I don’t remember exactly, no. But I can guess,” she said in a low voice. “I hurt you, didn’t I.”
“You did a lot more than that. You jumped on me coming out of my bathroom last night, then proceeded to pin me down to the ground and on my bed before raping me.”
“And then I’m guessing that I also made that bite on your shoulder before the end of the night.” The wolf closed her eyes, shuttering those golden headlights away from Mila’s stare. “I’m so sorry. You have no idea how much I mean that. I promise you that I didn’t mean for this to happen, nor was I in control of myself last night. I barely remember what happened other than some indistinct flashes.”
“Well it did, and yes, it hurt,” Mila said, coming around the front of the bed to sit on her knees facing the wolf.
Without saying a word, the wolf pulled her legs back to herself, curling herself up almost into a ball, making her form as small as she could for a much larger woman compared to Mila. “What happens now?” she asked Mila in a small voice without looking at her.
“You tell me,” Mila said, staring straight back at the wolf unflinchingly. “You bent me over last night on this bed, shoved my head into the sheets and fucked me until I collapsed, and left me with this souvenir of your visit on my shoulder,” she said, showing off the bite mark. “I’m pretty sure that it’s going to scar, by the looks of it. But that’s not really the question now. The real question is, what are you going to do about this?”
The wolf was quiet for a minute. Two minutes. She didn’t move under Mila’s gaze, and Mila’s gaze didn’t falter. Mila didn’t know where all her fear had gone, it seemed to have drained all out of her and become a distant memory with her experience last night. She was not quite a shell of herself right now, maybe shell-shocked might be a description a psychiatrist would use for her. But in this moment, it gave her the strength to sit completely still and face the more human face of the monster that took her in her bed last night.
Finally, the wolf licked her lips and spoke slowly. “I can never undo what I did to you last night. Whatever it was that the monstrous side of me did, I cannot remember right now, and I have no words, no way to ever make things up to you in a way that would balance the scales back for what happened; for my violation of you. But that will not stop me from trying anyways. You can have anything of me, an explanation, any price or payment from me, everything I have. Whatever you want to do with me, I will accept. What I did to you was worse.”
After that speech, the wolf bowed her head, waiting for Mila’s judgement, whatever it would be, while Mila stood and stared at the person sitting right now on her bed and thinking about what to do with them.
When Mila stripped away everything down to the bare bones, it was clear that last night she had been raped. It was an experience she had against her will at the hands of the other person, and there had been a good chance she could have ended up dead or permanently injured instead of simply raped.
But that was ignoring a lot of other context in the situation, like the fact that the wolf sitting in front of her claimed she wasn’t in control of herself last night and also had little to no memory of what happened. Mila enjoying the experience last night as an unwitting fulfilment of some deeply buried fantasies she possessed was not intentional and should still not outweigh the fact that what happened last night was rape, none of that should matter in a court if this ever made it that far. But it mattered to Mila, and right now she was the only judge that was present.
As Mila thought about things, she wondered what would happen if she decided to take her retribution on the wolf in some way. She didn’t have the stomach to hurt the other person, which left the law as the only outlet she had. The wolf was clearly bigger and stronger than her even in this non-monstrous form, if she wanted to make sure Mila stayed quiet by force then Mila would not have much of a choice. But instead she was putting the decision in Mila’s paws, and that gave Mila the confidence that the wolf was not lying about her memory of the previous night being a blur. It was hard to consider the possibility that Mila had experienced something that traumatic and the person who did it to her wouldn’t even remember it, but it seemed like the logical answer based on the situation.
Reaching her decision, Mila turned her back to the wolf and headed to her closet to pull out a thin dressing gown. It was really little more than a sheet with a sash around the waist to fasten it, and it left very little to the imagination, but Mila was hungry and modesty seemed like a concept that was so far away in her apartment now. “Are you hungry?” she asked the she-wolf whose eyes were still following her from the bed.
The wolf tilted her head in surprise at the question but the response came after a second or two’s pause, “Yes, I could eat.”
Mila nodded. “Alright, come with me to the kitchen outside then and let’s have some breakfast. I don’t think you’re lying about not remembering what happened last night, which means that I don’t think you did what you did last night to me intentionally. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have questions for you. So we’re going to go sit down and eat, and we’re going to get to know each other over some food. Do pancakes sound good?” she asked. The wolf nodded.
“And then what happens after breakfast?” the wolf asked Mila slowly, who was heading towards the bedroom door by then.
“What happens after breakfast?” Mila paused with one hand on the doorknob and a thoughtful look. “Afterwards? Maybe when we know each other better, we can talk about whether this will happen again, or not.”
~ Fin ? ~