DISCLAIMER: This story has wolf anthro tf, mentions of genitalia and a sex scene. If this isn't the kind of story for you, then don't read it.
The hotel door swung open as a leg stepped into the hotel room. This was followed by the leg's owner, who was wearing an out of sorts shirt. In his arms was a young lady of dark complexion, her black hair hanging down and a tank top and khaki shorts clinging to her body. Together the two giggled their way in, perhaps the glass of champagne from dinner still clouding their minds as they staggered to the queen sized bed. With some ease the man settled the woman onto the bed, his eyes set on the ring that was sitting on her finger. He then glanced at the ring's carbon copy that was resting on his own finger.
"Was that good, Shelly?" He asked her about the dinner.
"Yes, Brad." She smiled. "But I still feel hungry."
Brad raised his eyebrows at the remark. "What kind of a metabolism do you have?" He joked, "You ate like three steaks back there!"
"That's nothing." She winked, "My Uncle can eat six!"
He nodded appreciating the beauty before him, his heart racing. To think he'd first encountered her at the park two years ago....
*
To say their first encounter wasn't memorable was an understatement.
He was a ranger and she'd been found sleeping under a tree. At the time he was perplexed to see her naked. He'd feared she was dead, or some sort of abuse victim. To his relief though, she herself was quite embarrassed rather than traumatised when she'd woken up. A blanket and a nice cup of coffee later, and she was able to forgive him. "I'm an experimental nudist" was her excuse at the time "I like to get in touch with nature".
And yet, he'd keep seeing her at the park (though this time wearing more clothes). Each time he saw her, she would be observing the wildlife there and then drawing them into her sketchpad (he'd later find out she was an artist). He soon became quite smitten, but feared what she'd think if he asked her out. Some of the fellow rangers soon made jokes about his crush, forcing him to act. Even as he cornered her sketching a bunch of native flowers that day, he was worried that she'd reject him. His anxiety didn't make things any better.
Thankfully, she said yes.
And despite everything he'd learn about her afterwards, he was glad he talked to her.
*
"You're so beautiful." Brad kissed her on the lips, showing his appreciation. Shelly giggled and gave a coy little smile before staring out towards the dark forest backdrop that lay outside their window.
"It's almost the full moon. Are you ready?" She asked.
Brad's pulse quickened. Ever since they'd arrived he had been anticipating tonight. After their wedding, they'd agreed that the full moon would be the day they'd prove their love. He could still refuse the little stunt they were going to pull, since it wouldn't do him any harm. But this was their honeymoon and he wanted to make this a special occasion.
"Y-yes." He finally said, the smile of his wife giving him a strange shudder.
Shelly got off the bed, "Lock the doors" she told him, and Brad gladly obliged. Within a minute the doors were locked and then he followed Shelly to the French doors that lead to the outside. "Alright, the moon is still covered, but I'll give it five, maybe ten minutes before it starts." She said, cautiously looking at the sky.
She had a firm hold on Brad's hand. Brad knew from experience that she was a tight grip. Carefully she opened the doors, her feet already bare. There was a balcony outside, but being close to ground level, both were able to easily climb down onto the lawn.
