Lights began to glow from the lamps along the path, but we paid
little attention to them.  Shelly and I lay on the grass, hidden from
sight by a couple of bushes and hedges.

   It had been a fun afternoon, finding out that both of us shared a
lot of similar interests with the others.  Shelly wanted to be a
matching bambioid for a while, so I shifted her into a twin of Angela.
Then Shelly shifted me into an elk morph shape, and they started double-
teaming me, teasing me terribly.  Later on, we watched as Tim and Gayle
shifted each other into tiger morphs, while Angela and Sven became non-
morphic tigers.

   We had switched back to the twin-muzzled wolf morphs, and the rest
of the group spent a little time touching us.  Sven and Angela found the
forms the most interesting, and wanted to try to see if they could do
the same with some practice.  Tim and Gayle admitted that they likely
couldn't do a shape like that, since it was way beyond being just a
were.

   "That doesn't mean I wouldn't want to try it myself," Tim added.
"The fact that you two are able to handle that shape means that any of
us should.  We're flexible enough, mentally."  He gave a wry smile.
"You have to be, just to find forms like this fun."

   I replayed most of the afternoon once again in my thoughts, and
enjoyed the friendships that had developed.  They were the first real
friends I had here aside from Shelly, and the first ones I had in years.
I missed that, and didn't want to lose it.

   Shelly rolled over, and traced a paw across my chest.  "Penny for
your thought," she said, licking one of my ears and making it twitch.

   I looked back at her, a silvery glow coming from her fur.  "Just
thinking about today, dear," I said gently.  "I had forgotten how much
fun it was just to be yourself and not have to worry about anyone else.
You?"

   She kissed me gently.  "I loved it," she said, snuggling up against
me.  "It was so nice to meet someone who didn't think I was mentally
unbalanced for liking strange forms."

   "And what's so strange about you, hmmm?"  I gave her a pair of
winks.  "Just because you're a sexy looking wolf morph?  Never mind the
fact that you've got two heads, it shouldn't mean a thing."

   She giggled, then nuzzled me gently.  "Thanks," she whispered in my
ear.  "But I want to do something else.  Just for you."

   I looked at her.  "Oh?  What do you have in mind?"

   She gave a pair of wide grins.  "Just trust me on this, ok?"

   I nodded, wondering what she had in mind.  "Ok, dear."

   She touched me, and I felt her power flowing into me.  At first, I
didn't feel any changes, but then something felt odd down around my
groin.  I glanced down, and could see that she was shifting me just
there, the feeling of two...

   My eyes widened at the realization of what she had done.  But before
I could react, she had already managed to work my pants off my hips,
exposing the change into the air.  There, twin furry sheaths came from
my hips, pointing off slightly in different directions.  She licked her
lips, then looked up at me.

   "This is for you," she said, and opened her muzzles.  She closed her
own eyes, and slowly swallowed both sheaths at once.  I let out a small
whimper, then shivered as she began working me over.

   I couldn't describe the feelings, not in a way that could be
understood.  One would have been mind-blowing enough, but having two
made it go beyond that into new levels of sensations.  The feel of both
lips around the warm flesh, tongues sliding up and down the length, the
gentle tugging sent any rational thought out into the distance.

   She worked them both over slowly and sensually, savoring every inch
of those twin shafts.  There was no sense of time as we lay there, only
a closeness unlike anything I had felt before.  We shared thoughts and
emotions as easily as our bodies now, meeting each other's desires.
Through partially closed eyes I watched her heads bob up and down, soft
growls coming from her when she swallowed then fully.  My paws caressed
her heads and shoulders, and she sighed deeply from the light touch.

   Her pace increased as I grew nearer to release, scenting my
approaching climax and desiring it as well.  My own growls grew deeper,
shuddering as I lay there from the dual assault, my mind nearly
overloaded from the sexual pleasures flooding it.  It only made her work
faster, deep throating both shafts and suckling hard on them.  A fire
burned in my gut, and I let out a soft whine, trying not to come too
fast.  But she wouldn't be denied, and with a muffled sound from muzzles
clamped tight I exploded, twin outpourings into her mouths as she let
ouy a matching sound of lust.  My vision filled with sparks of light,
the world around me becoming hazy except for the image of Shelly, her
muzzles pressed hard against my hips.

   She swallowed every drop until I was completely drained, then slowly
slid her muzzles up the length, cleaning them with her tongue.  Finally
through, she slid back up and kisses my lips, the taste of salt on her.
Her own scent was a mix of sex, satisfaction and happiness, and I drank
it in.

   "Thank you," she said huskily, panting a bit from the rush.  "That
was better than I would have imagined, for both of us."  She slid her
paws along my chest, and kissed me once more.  "I've never experienced
an orgasm so fully before."

   Her thoughts were totally open to me, and I could see how much she
had enjoyed it.  "Then I'll have to share yours in return," I whispered
back, licking one of her noses lightly.

   She giggled, and licked back.  "I have very long and strong
orgasms," she warned.  "I might just have to change you into my
identical twin and let you find out the hard way."

   I laughed at that.  "Only if you're going to be my identical twin,
and take me the right way."

   "And the left way, and from behind, and from on top, and..."  She
giggled again, then suddenly rolled on top of me, pinning me to the
ground.  Her eyes gazed long and lovingly, then she slowly bent down to
kiss me passionately.

   We stayed that way for a while, then she rolled off and lay next to
me, gazing up at the stars together.  Not a word passed between us, only
the warmth of our feelings towards each other.  Finally I sighed as I
watched the moon rising in the east.

   "We're going to have to go back to our rooms soon," I said.

   "I know, love."  The way she said the word made me shiver.  "But
promise me you'll do this again with me."  She turned her heads to look
at me solemly.  "Promise that we'll try more together."

   I kissed her and smiled.  "I promise," I told her.  "After tonight,
I'd do anything to make you happy."

   "And I'd do the same," she said, hugging me close.  "But," and her
mood changed just a bit, "we'd better get going before we're on report
for being out after curfew."

   I laughed and hugged her back.  "We'd better, or folks will talk."

   She grinned.  "Well, other than Tim, Angie and the rest."

--

   "So when were you going to tell me you were a chameleon?"

   I glanced over at Shelly, and shook my head.  "I forgot about it," I
admitted.  "As often as we've been reading each other's thoughts, I
thought you knew already."

   "Well," she drawled, "I did, but I was waiting for you to admit it.
You're sometimes real slow on the uptake."

   Tim and Gayle laughed as another gust of wind blew leaves around us.
It was early November, the weather having turned cool and winter soon to
arrive.  I've survived enough winters in Iowa, so it wasn't so
unexpected to me.  Instead, I shook my head.

   "You know I like to make sure of things first," I reminded Shelly.
"I might be slow at first, but..."

   "But you make up for it later on."  She winked, and I laughed a bit.
"So how many abilities do you have?  You've been here long enough, so
you should have picked up a few by now."

   I glanced over at Angie and Sven, and chuckled a bit.  "Well, you
already knew I was a stylist, and I just gave them a surprise by showing
I can be a deuce."  Everyone grinned, as they were locked in an erotic
embrace, stone statues locked together.  "Let's see what else can I do?"
I thought a moment, and started listing talents.

   "Stylist, deuce, tool, auto, normal skinner, mirror, sniffer, seer,
green, tranfer, castle, and sizist."

   Tim shook his head.  "Good lord, that's quite a list.  What are the
last three?"

   I chuckled.  "A transfer can touch a person with a particular
talent, then transfer the ability to another person.  Like touching you,
and giving your were ability to, oh, say a tool."

   "Whoa."  Tim looked impressed with that.  "How long would it last?"

   "Not long, usually it fades after a day."  I thought a moment.
"Now, a castle can actually trade places with another person.  Their
form and their talent, but still be able to switch back at will."

   Gayle giggled.  "Like switching places with a friend because you
want to sleep in, and have them go to class for you."

   Shelly's eyes sparkled.  "Or just getting a look from a different
perspective."  She tilted her head.  "And a sizist can alter a person's
size, right?"

   I nodded.  "Pretty much.  Not that there's much need for an ability
like that, but you never know."

   Gayle giggled.  "Oh, I dunno, I could see being a mouse morph and
being the right size for that as well."  She grinned, and glanced at
Tim.  "Think I'd make a good Gadget?"

   Tim snickered.  "Since I could only make you two feet tall the last
time, it might be a nice talent to have around.  Slip into places you
otherwise couldn't go."

   Everyone giggled at that, knowing just what Tim meant.  I knew
exactly the sort of images he was thinking of, and I couldn't help but
think the same thing.

   Shelly reached over and pinched me, and I yelped.  "Keep those
thoughts in line, boy," she growled.  "That's for later on when we
manage to get some real privacy."

   "Speaking of which," Gayle said, switching subjects.  "What are you
doing for the holidays?"

   Shelly sighed.  "Well, my parents already told me they're heading
out of the country.  So I'm probably going to be stuck at home by
myself."  She looked miserable at the idea.  I wasn't much happier.

   "I really don't want to go back to my home," I told them.  "Storm
Lake in the winter is cold and there wouldn't be anything for me to do.
Besides, I would feel lost there.  I'd stay here at school than go
there."

   "Maybe you could spend the holidays at my place, then."  Shelly
looked up with a speculative gleam in her eyes.  "Hell, my parents'
place is large enough I could invite you all to come there."

   "That wouldn't be a bad idea," Tim said after a moment.  "I don't
think any of us really feel like going home, and who would we talk to?
I don't have any friends back in Georgia I'd call close, not anymore."

   Shelly smiled widely.  "Then I'll let my parents know I'm bringing
company with me.  They won't care as long as I don't wreck the place,
and even then they might not notice."  She chuckled a bit.  "There's
usually a maid who does cleaning on alternate days, but other than that
we'll be alone."

   I mulled it over, catching the hopeful look in Shelly's eyes.  "Then
I think there's no complaints."  Grinning, I winked at Shelly.  "You
know we're going to be strange as hell after a while."

   "And this is a problem?" Gayle asked.  The laughs were the only
answer she received.