Most of the time, shifting into Minxie form and going saber-toothed tiger violent on someone's ass was just plain fun. It was easy to lose herself in the big cat's instincts, to pounce and bite and shake until the prey was dead.

Sleeping in Minxie form on a cold night was good as well. The fur made things more comfortable, and the sensation of other people cuddling up to her for warmth was pleasing.

It was on one such night that Keyleth felt an unfamiliar sensation along her belly; a heavy, somewhat uncomfortable sensation. She couldn't put a name or cause to it, her own intelligence somewhat subsumed by Minxie's slower animal brain.

But then Pike, whose head was resting against what would have been Keyleth's breast had she been in her own half-elven form, shifted in her sleep. A rivulet of wetness trickled from Keyleth's nearest nipple, dribbling onto Pike's cheek and mouth. Pike shifted again, this time from sleep into wakefulness, and instinctively licked her lips.

"Oh," she murmured. "Kiki, I think Minxie's milk has come in."

Keyleth responded with a low, interrogative rumbling sound.

"I don't know why. Perhaps it's hormonal? Are wild shapes subject to hormones?" Absently, Pike drew her finger through the dampness and licked it. "It's quite nice..."

Keyleth rolled to her back, better exposing the heavy mounds, lightly furred except for the pink tips. Pike hesitated, and Keyleth started purring reassuringly.

"If you're sure..."

Keyleth lifted one giant paw and swatted the gnome leisurely across her upper back. Pike laughed and went to her knees, and as her lips closed over Keyleth's engorged nipple, Keyleth purred and purred and purred.