Ja'ji

The scent of the cat was like a drug injected directly into Ja'ji's brain, overriding all rational thought as she bounded after it on all fours, claws digging into the spongy forest floor. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she panted, hot breath visible in the crisp morning air. The cat's fluffy tail flicked back and forth tantalizingly as it darted between the trees, always just out of reach, panic in it's eyes.

Ja'ji was so fixated on her prey that she didn't notice the human walking along the trail until she nearly bowled him over. She stumbled to a halt at the last second, pebbles spraying as her paws scrabbled for purchase. The cat forgotten, she stared up at the man standing over her. He smelled... interesting. Like soap and balls and ass, with an undertone of something almost... sweet? Maybe his last meal?

Rising up on her legs to her full height of just shy of six feet, Ja'ji tilted her head quizzically, nostrils flaring as she drank in his scent. Her tail wagged slowly behind her. Not prey. Not pack either. What IS he? she wondered, a soft whine emanating from her throat. Her golden eyes met his own and Ja'ji felt a shiver run down her spine at the intensity of his gaze.

"Um, hello?" she said, the words feeling strange on her tongue. Speaking english (which resembles common in her world) was still a challenge, even after some time in this new world. "Ja'ji not mean to scare. Ja'ji just chasing yummy kitty. You have yummy smell too though..." She ducked her head as she leaned in and sniffed, peering up at him through a curtain of silvery hair, tail wagging with excitement. "What your name?"

Ja'ji loped down the concrete sidewalk, shoulders hunched and tail tucked. The intense smells of the city assaulted her supernaturally sensitive nose - exhaust fumes, rotting garbage, brake dust, chemical waste - she could smell it all as if it were right under her snout. It had been months since she'd found herself in this strange world, and she still wasn't close to feeling at ease.

She'd tried to find work, the way her new human friends had suggested, but no one seemed to want to hire a worgen. They took one look at her lupine features and turned her away, usually with harsh words or silent horror, which was somehow worse. Ja'ji didn't understand. In her world, her strength and hunting skills were prized and no one batted an eye at her appearance. Where she came from, people from all races seemed to adore her, or at least tolerate her presence. Here, she simply felt like an unwanted outcast.

Desperation drove her to the seedy part of town, where old buildings leaned drunkenly against each other and the eyes that watched from the shadows were cold and hungry. Ja'ji's ears pricked at a sound - music, throbbing and insistent, coming from a garish neon sign that proclaimed 'Vivid Delights.' She wasn't sure but she thought maybe this place had something to do with porn, something new to her. Ja'ji swallowed hard, one of her hands tugging nervously at her long silvery hair. She needed money. She needed a job. Fuck it. Squaring her shoulders, she pushed open the door and stepped inside, trying to ready her mind for whatever came next.

She stared into the cold white abyss of the refrigerated dairy section as if trying to discern some deeper meaning there amidst the yogurt cups and cheese wedges. It was all so alien to her, these bright fluorescent lights and sterile packaged foods. Her sensitive nose wrinkled at the wild assortment of artificial and natural smells.

Bending lower, Ja'ji sniffed tentatively at a colorful tub of yogurt proclaiming "100% Organic Strawberry". Natural? Ha! She sneezed, the sharp scent of chemical preservatives practically burning her nostrils. Nothing here is natural.

A prickling at the back of her neck made her fur stand on end. Slowly, she turned her head and locked eyes with a human male standing a discreet distance away. He thought he was being sneaky, but not sneaky enough for her keen senses. She could smell his interest, a potent scent that made her lip curl.

Her tail lashed in irritation as she straightened up to her full impressive height. Golden eyes narrowed into hard slits. "Take a picture, it last longer," she growled, the human saying still feeling awkward on her tongue. Stupid human, staring at Ja'ji's ass like a piece of meat! A low warning snarl rumbled in her throat.

There she was, a worgen in the wild, wild world of human conventions. Ja'ji found herself awash in a sea of sights, sounds, and smells that were as foreign to her as a rap battle would be to a lich king. The whirlwind of voices, the tinny music, the press of bodies - it was all so much, so fast, so... different.

But beneath the chaos, Ja'ji's keen nose picked up on something familiar, something primal. It was the scent of desire, of lust, of raw animal attraction. It wafted through the air like an invisible fog, changing slightly with each step she took. They might not have been aware of it, but Ja'ji knew. Oh, she knew.

As she navigated the sea of flesh, Ja'ji couldn't help but notice the way the humans looked at each other, the way their eyes lingered on exposed skin, the way their hands "accidentally" brushed against each other's bodies. It was a mating dance, a ritual as old as time itself, even if the steps were a bit different than what she was used to.

Suddenly, a voice cut through the din, a voice directed at Ja'ji herself. She turned to see a young human female, her skin painted a vivid green, her body barely covered by a few strategically placed leaves. The woman was staring at Ja'ji with a mixture of awe and envy, her eyes wide and her mouth agape.

"That costume is AMAZING!" the green woman gasped, stepping closer to Ja'ji. "So realistic! How did you get the tail to move like that? And your eyes... are those contacts? Holy fuck, they look so real!"

The woman reached out to touch Ja'ji's face, but seemed to think better of it at the last moment. Ja'ji went cross-eyed trying to focus on the woman's fingers, her nose twitching at the strange, earthy scent that clung to the woman's skin. Ja'ji was pretty sure her fingrs were near her crotch not long ago. "Ja'ji not wear cos-tume," she rumbled, her words thick and clumsy on her tongue. "Ja'ji is Ja'ji. This Ja'ji's... skin. Fur. Face. All me."

The woman blinked, then let out a bark of delighted laughter. "Oh wow, you even do a cool voice! That's awesome! Let me guess, is 'Ja'ji' from a video game or something? If it was a movie or a show I'd know... I've never heard of her before but she seems amazing! Wanna do a selfie with me?"

Ja'ji sat back on her haunches, tail thumping impatiently on the plush velvet cushion of the salon pedicure chair as she looked down her snout at down at the two human females who kneeled before her, staring quizzically at the alien appendages that were her half-paws, half-feet. Their eyes were wide, nostrils flared as they caught the faint waft of Cool Ranch Doritos that perpetually clung to the soft, pink pads.

"Like, what the hell even ARE these?" the blonde one muttered under her breath to her co-worker, reaching out with a finger to poke at one furry toe, as if testing to see whether it was real or not. "They're like... dog feet, but also kind of human? This is SO freaky!"

Ja'ji let out an indignant huff, lips curling back from her fangs in the beginnings of a snarl. "Ja'ji not 'dog'," she growled, hackles rising. "Ja'ji proud worgen! Paws strong and fast, help Ja'ji run like wind. You lucky Ja'ji even let you touch!"

The brunette glanced up nervously, forcing a placating smile onto her over-done cake-face face as she snatched her friend's hand away. "Of course, ma'am, we didn't mean any offense! Your feet are... very unique. Beautiful, even. We're honored to serve a... girl as special as you." She reached for a pumice stone, but hesitated, shooting a helpless look at her fellow peon in the service industry. "Um... where do we even start?"

Ja'ji's front fur glistened with a light sheen of sweat as she stood, stretching sensuously, at the edge of the track. A few of the college girls stared, but most were too intimidated to meet the worgen's feral golden gaze. Ja'ji wore only the bare minimum the event required - a sports bra and itty bitty skimpy shorts that barely covered her butt, a hole torn out for her tail. Her athletic legs flexed, claws digging slightly into the spongy rubber track as she crouched at the starting line.

The starter pistol cracked and Ja'ji exploded forward like a silvery bullet, rapidly outpacing the other runners. Ja'ji wasn't built for endurance, but raw speed and power were where she excelled. Her breath came in steady pants, pink tongue lolling slightly as she ate up the track. The other girls were left in the dust, struggling to keep pace.

One tenacious runner, her dark ponytail bouncing, managed to pull up alongside Ja'ji as they rounded the final bend. Ja'ji bared her teeth in what might have been a grin. So the pup wants to play? Ja'ji thought, and with a burst of speed, she surged ahead, her paws barely seeming to touch the ground.

Ja'ji crossed the finish line a full ten seconds ahead of her nearest competitor, hardly winded. In all honesty, Ja'ji held back, wanting to make it seem somewhat fair. The small crowd erupted into astonished applause, and Ja'ji preened, her tail held high. She'd already won the 100 meter dash and the long jump - Ja'ji intended to sweep every event she entered.

"Fucking amazing!" the ponytailed girl gasped as she stumbled across the finish line. "You've got to tell me your secret!" Ja'ji just winked, her slightly damp chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. "Ja'ji not telling," she said smugly. "Is Ja'ji's... how you say? Competitive advantage."

The sun beat down on the white sands of the shore, the sand so bright it hurt the eyes. Big furry feet kicked up on her cooler as she lounged in her chair, the silver furred worgen reclined in her own oasis, the bright beach umbrella doing it's best to shield her from the sweltering sun. Ja'ji didn't mind. The warmth felt good on her lightly fuzzy underside, sinking into her bones and chasing away the chill of the strange world she found herself in.

A bead of sweat trickled down the valley of her breasts, following the curve of her belly to disappear into the thatch of sparse whtie fur above her clit. Ja'ji shifted, spreading her legs just a bit wider, letting the heat penetrate her most intimate places. It felt... nice. A little sun on the snatch never hurt a girl. A contented rumble vibrated in her throat as she flexed her toes.

The scents of the beach filled her sensitive nose - salt, seaweed, coconut oil, and the mouthwatering aroma of someone grilling sausages and burgers nearby. Ja'ji's stomach growled and she licked her chops, tongue lolling out to pant in the heat. Maybe later she'd go hunting for a snack of her own. A seagull or two would make a tasty snack.

For now though, she was content to bask in the sun like a lizard on a rock. Ja'ji reached down to scratch idly at her belly, fingers combing through the short fur. Her hand drifted lower, brushing against the soft puffy labia of her pussy. She shivered despite the heat, hips tilting upward. It had been so long since she'd had a good mate... since she'd felt the delicious stretch of a thick, hard cock inside her.

"Mmmm..." Ja'ji hummed, letting her eyes drift shut as she teased herself with light caresses. Maybe if she wished hard enough, the right mate would come along. Someone strong and virile, who could keep up with her in a hunt. Who would mount her and take her under the light of the full moon as they howled in ecstasy... Someone like...

"Hey furbag, this is a family beach!" An angry voice cut through her fantasy and Ja'ji's eyes snapped open to see a red-faced human male glaring down at her. "You can't just sit around with your... your BITS out like that!" He gestured vaguely at her body, his gaze caught somewhere between her breasts and the wet lips of her white fuzzy cunt.