The peaceful snooze I was enjoying in my usual position on the hearth of the Rabbitfangs fireplace was suddenly and rudely brought to a halt as I was dropped into several inches of tepid water right at Kat's feet. It didn't take long for Molly to fill me in on the present circumstances using a direct mind link though, and I quickly understood what had made it necessary to bring me here right away.

Dee's succesful attempt to change back to his normal male form using the power of the full moon had caused Kat to transform into her were state due to their bond. This being Kat's first time as a full werewolf, years before the expected time and without warning, had confused her and she was teetering on the edge of going feral. She needed my help to calm her and assist her to change back to her girlish normal state. So, using werewolf language of yips, growls and other vocalizations which she and I had developed as a way of communicating, while rubbing back and forth against her legs to calm her with the comforting feel of my furry presence, I explained to her what was going on and how to use the moonlight to restore herself to her usual petit size and shape. It took quite a bit of will power to accomplish it, but after several minutes she began the transition, and once started it became easier for her so that the entire process was accomplished in fairly short order. Of course as she changed, so did Dee, and presently both girls were standing there, clothing in sad state and somewhat embarrassed, but happy to see me. I was immediately pounced upon and hugged and petted while my tail swung quickly back and forth with my own happiness at the success achieved in restoring the girls to what was now their usual forms. Molly joined in the hug for a few moments, after which we all turned and followed Madame Boudreaux into her home to thank her and prepare to take our leave. Our mission here had been accomplished as well as it could be and it was time to move on.

Thus started a journey lasting somewhat over two years, during which I was the constant companion and protector of Dee and Kat as they sought a way to not break the bond that connected them, but to control it and allow them to choose their forms independently. A way that would allow one of them to transform without the other being forced to change at the same time.

Molly had to return home to California soon after the visit to Madame B. She had work to do there and of course she didn't want to be separated from her lover, Deborah for any length of time. I, being the one family member
who could remain away from the household for an indefinite length of time without a problem, and who could pass as a pet, albeit a rather unconventional one, being as I am quite a large wolf; and since I could talk to Kat in our shared werewolf manner, was the best choice for their constant companion and guardian. In fact, I was passed off as their faithful canine pet so much of the time that it became second nature for both of the kids to treat me as such, and sometimes they even seemed to forget that I was anything but that. I say this because either that is the case, or they became so used to my constant presence that they acted as though I were not in fact Kat's father, but merely the wolf companion I appeared to be. For instance they often showed no thought to my being in the same room with them as they made love. I rather liked those times for many reasons, not the least of which was that it made me very happy that my daughter had found the perfect mate for herself and was becoming more and more content with things as they were, and I could observe how the two of them were falling ever more deeply in love. I liked Dee very much myself, and considered us all to be very lucky that they had found each other.

We were often joined by varying members of the family who would travel with us for a while and share in the
search for people, books, places of magical power.....anything that would aid towards the goal we sought. We were constrained to remain in the boundaries of the United States and travel by automobile since any attempt to leave the country would subject us to scrutiny that would most likely reveal us as supernatural beings, and we did not want to deal with that. Not at all! But we were quite happy and content to motor hither and yon, tracking down leads that had us criss-crossing the country many times. Aside from the fact that we never did manage to find the answer to our quest, we thoroughly enjoyed seeing so much of the country and meeting so very many interesting people. Of course there were a lot of adventures, not all of which were comforting or fun.

For instance, there was the time when we were in the Four Corners area, which has a lot of interesting places and some very intriguing histories. We were heading west as it happened, and Heather, who is an amateur anthropologist and archaeologist, was travelling with us. She mentioned the Navajo people, or the Diné, which is their name for themselves. They have a very unique belief system which is based upon Hozho, which is said to be the most important word in the Navajo language and is loosely translated as peace, balance, beauty and harmony. To be “in Hozho” is to be at one with and a part of the world around you. When one is not in Hozho for some reason, be it illness, attitude or any number of other reasons, a 'sing', which is a complicated ceremony performed by a Hatathli, or medicine man in English, can be arranged to 'cure' the person so afflicted and bring them back into Hozho. Well, all of us thought that perhaps if we could arrange a sing for the couple, it might be helpful, since it most definitely works for the Diné.

So we went into Shiprock, New Mexico, which we believed to be the central cultural center of the Navajo Nation, in search of someone who could put us in touch with an hatathli. When we tried to explain our problem and the help we sought, we found ourselves greatly feared and we were asked quite politely to leave the Navajo Nation and never to return. Noting the obvious fear and revulsion we engendered in all those Diné who were made aware of what we were, we obliged them, but not without trying to find out what the problem was. What Heather had
failed to find out in her studies was the widespread belief in 'skinwalkers', who are evil Navajo witches that transform themselves into feral animal form to take advantage of the animal's inherent powers to do harm to people. They are so feared by many that some will not even speak of them for fear of retribution. Obviously, to them we were 'skinwalkers'! I believe to this day that we would have been in big trouble if we had not complied, and the Diné we talked to been so polite as to explain to us the reason we needed to leave. This was probably the closest we came to real trouble on the journey. Most of the time it was quite pleasant and we most often enjoyed our little adventures.

During all the seeking out help and just plain sightseeing we did, I slowly became aware that Kat and Dee were becoming less and less interested in finding a way to 'cure' the way that their transformations induced the change in the other at the same time any more. During the trip they had transformed at least thirty times and bit by bit they had become used to the way they were locked together in this fashion. Eventually it no longer seemed to trouble them. In fact many times I observed them on the nights of the full moon, running together through the woods or desert or wherever we happened to be, just high with being young, healthy and so much in love with each other. The quest was becoming history, and without even having to discuss it with them, I could see that they would turn out to be happy just as they were as long as they could be together forever.

And so, one night along about two and a half years into the trip, Dee, Kat, myself and Liane, who was at that time
travelling with us snuck through the gates closing off the entrance to the Meteor Crater near Winslow, Arizona and walked out to the edge of the crater. It was a full moon night, and both of the kids were in their transformed states. Dee and Kat stood right at edge of the crater, seemingly entranced with the beauty of the night, while Liane and I moved off a ways to give them some privacy. They always loved having some alone time. Though Liane and I were both a good hundred yards away from the couple, we both have ultra sensitive hearing. I won't say we were exactly eavesdropping on them, but I'd developed the habit of keeping them whithin hearing distance just on general principles. One never knew what surprises might lurk under the cover of darkness. But somehow this enchanted place.... the moon, the stars, everything was telling us this was going to be a special night. An extra good kind of special! We weren't wrong either, for after a long silence from the pair we distinctly heard Dee ask Kat for her paw in marriage!

I'm surprised that those two lovebirds didn't hear our suppressed exclamations of glee, for Liane and I were ecstatic over this turn of events and were hard put to contain ourselves. As we left the crater to return to our motel rooms, not a word did they speak of what had just happened, and of course neither Liane nor myself were about to let on about what we'd heard unless the couple had heard our rejoicing and tripped us up about listening in. The next morning over breakfast the two kids, who were not nearly the same youngsters who had begun this trip, told us of the plans they had made together during the rest of the night.

Following their plan, the next day we made straight for Las Vegas. It seems that during the night they had decided to have their wedding in an Elvis chapel with Liane as their bridesmaid and ring bearer, and myself in the dual role of father giving away the bride, and Best Man. They'd also decided to marry with Dee in his male form, which meant Kat would be fully werewolf. They figured, and rightly so, that there in Las Vegas, in an Elvis chapel, no one would find it amiss for her to be wearing nothing but her luxurious, silky coat of fur and a ringlet of flowers on her brow.

So with their vows spoken and rings slipped onto waiting fingers, all that remained to be said by Elvis was 'I now
pronounce you man and wife.......you may kiss the bride'. And I can attest that Dee did so. Thoroughly!

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Friends, this brings the Kat and Dee series to an end. I've had so much fun thinking up these little pictures and getting Saltypaw, now Nivarra, to bring them to life! I hate to stop, but every story comes to a logical conclusion and this seems like the right conclusion for this story that began with The Shopping Trip where Kat hijacks Dee for a clothes model and ends here with Dee marrying Kat. I've decided that the picture of Kat and Dee with Kat massively pregnant is canon after all, so there will be more pictures of the couple moving forward, but spaced out more and not necessarily telling a story like I did here. I may also do some flashbacks to their journey; filling in more of their adventures as they sought a way out of their seemingly cursed bond. I want to thank all of you who have followed the story, for your delightful comments and hope that you had a lot of fun along the way too. More than that, I want to thank  nivarra , who was Saltypaw until just recently, for taking on and completing this series for me. At times she allowed me to commission pictures in the series even though she was closed to commissions to anyone else. She is a darling, a sweetheart, and a great artist, and I'm proud to call her my friend also. Thanks, Salty! For everything!!

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Great art is, of course, by and © to the super talented  nivarra

Ivan is © to  Alonira and  rabbitfangs

Dee Salsipuedes, Kat Salsipuedes (née Rabbitfangs) and Liane Rabbitfangs are all © to me... rabbitfangs

Tiger Elvis really belongs to Elvis Presley! I made him a tiger for this picture for 2 reasons. One: there are no humans in my world, and Two: I found this quote online that decided me on using a tiger for Elvis' fursona,
''In “Tiger Man,” Elvis Presley sings that he’s the “king of the jungle” – and that’s a pretty accurate description of the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll.'' And since tigers are much more badass than lions....in my opinion anyway....that settled the matter. >:3