Here we go guys! The final instalment of The Shifter's Choice. Thanks so much for coming on this ride with me. I really enjoyed this plot. Hopefully I will come back to it at a later date and take it out for a stroll once more. But for intents and purposes this story is finished! Thanks again. Oh and remember - nothing is mine! Review's make me happy!

Sookie was panting as they finally approached her house. Her long pink tongue dangled freely and she was too tired, and beyond embarrassment. She stretched her front legs, her rump raising into the air, and she let out a yawn. When she straightened she caught Sam staring at her. The collie quickly made a show of looking up at the fading moon.

It's nearing dawn, Sam thought at her. Sookie wagged her tail in response. She had finally gotten a handle on communicating as a dog. Not to mention she had settled into her new body quickly, with Sam's help. Now that her time was almost up she was sad to see it go, as exhausted as she was.

What had started as a short run through the woods surrounding her house, and then a cheeky visit to Bill Compton, had turned into an extensive hike through the woods and backwaters surrounding Bon Temps. Sam had taken Sookie to all of his favourite haunts; places he had never shown anyone before. He had shown her how to pick up scents, how to track and chase. He had taught her how sneak up on unsuspecting critters and give them a fright. He had been a true gentleman when she had needed to pee, even going first to show her it was ok. That had caused Sookie to bark, her laughing tone ringing out into the night. She would stir Sam about that for a long time to come.

When they had both finally exhausted themselves they had slowly made their way back to Sookie's old house.

They sat together on the front porch, catching their breath and watching the moon. The night had stayed clear, the stars bright. Sookie had to admit that it had been perfect. She had had so much fun. She admitted to herself that she had never considered shifting to be a pleasurable experience. If she was totally honest, she had felt sorry for Sam. She pitied him for having no control over something she thought was painful and unwanted. Now she knew differently.

Sam stood up beside her and licked her. His wet nose nuzzled into her ear and Sookie growled playfully. Sam had been very affectionate. He was gentle with her, but was keen to wrestle, to race, to lick and sniff all night. Sookie had grown accustomed to his touch. She enjoyed the softness of his fur; the gentle way he would nudge her; the wetness of his tongue across her snout.

Want to head in? He asked her, gesturing to the still ajar door with his head. Sookie stood, her tongue still hanging out. She had long since given up on it. Sam assured her it was normal, although he had been laughing in his mind when he thought it.

As she followed him inside she spotted a note tucked under a rock near the door. She recognised Bill's handwriting and had to snigger to herself. He must have really been turned around by their prank for him to come over and check on her. Sookie decided to ignore the letter, instead thinking quite determinably about lying down.

Sam headed straight for the stairs, expecting Sookie to follow. He went straight to her room and to her bed, jumping up and giving Sookie a playful glance over his shoulder. He remembered what she had said the first time he spent the night in her bed as a dog. She'd been none to pleased about a dog in her bed.

Tonight she didn't seem to mind, jumping up to join him. Sam playfully bit at her, wrestling her to the bed. Sookie fought back, her paws coming up to push at Sam. Her own mouth bit mouthfuls of fur, this time aware of how hard was too hard. One of her paws found a sensitive spot on Sam's belly and he lay down, unable to help himself. His back leg started twitching. He could see the laughter in Sookie's brown eyes but could do nothing to stop himself as she dug her paw in. His foot twitched uncontrollably.

Letting out a loud, playful bark Sookie moved back, letting Sam up. He lunged at her, nipping and wrestling. Sookie enjoyed the play, allowing Sam to rough her up. Gradually his nips turned to licks. His wet tongue licked her nose, her ears, her neck, her chin. Sookie gave him a curious look before she gave him a lick back, right on the tip of his nose.

Sam grinned his doggy grin, and Sookie tried to hear what he was thinking. It wasn't often that she let herself into Sam's thoughts, even though he had given her an open invitation. Mostly his thoughts were hazy, more emotion than thought stream. This time was no different. She picked up happiness, clear as a bell. And she could feel his contentedness. And something else. Sam was feeling amorous.

Sookie allowed Sam to push her down onto the bed with his paws. He was sniffing her fur intently. His wet tongue was covering the fur on her neck.

All of a sudden the air seemed to shimmer around them. Sookie gasped as she felt a vaguely familiar pain course through her. She tried to clear her head but everything was going fuzzy. Sam was still beside her, only he wasn't a dog anymore, he was Sam. She shook her head, trying to clear it. Things were most strange. She looked down at herself and discovered she no longer had paws, or a tail. Or fur for that matter. She was lying in her bed naked, pressed against a very naked Sam.

Her mind struggled to find something to say. Before the words could form and leave her mouth though, Sam leant forward and licked the tip of her nose. The only noise in the room was Sookie's sharp inhalation. She did not pull back, however, and Sam took this as encouragement.

His lips brushed hers, ever so softly. When she did not reject him he repeated his action, this time lingering. Sookie's lips parted ever so slightly and the tip of Sam's tongue slipped inside. Sookie sighed as their tongues met and she opened her lips, accepting Sam. Their tongues caressed, tasting one another, learning the textures and layouts of the other's mouth.

Sam's hands gently caressed Sookie's sides, his fingers gently grazing the underside of her breasts; asking permission. Sookie reached down and took his hand in hers, placing it on her breast.

It was Sam's turn to sigh. His fingers rolled Sookie's nipple, caressing the rosy flesh, enjoying the goose bumps that pebbled her skin. He looked up into Sookie's face, watching her eyes close in pleasure. Sam removed his hand, eliciting a moan of desperation from Sookie. He quickly replaced his digits with his mouth, suckling and the delectable mound. Sookie's hands tangled in his hair and she held him to her. Sam smiled against her skin. This was what he had been dreaming of for years.

When Sookie felt Sam's hand drifting down her side she felt her legs part unconsciously. Sam willingly accepted her invitation and slipped his hand gently between them to caress her. He raised his eyes to watch her reaction as his fingers tenderly found her nubbin and gave it a tweak. Sookie's eyes rolled back and a shudder passed through her body.

Sam licked a path between her breasts, moving to suckle her other nipple so that it didn't feel left out. His fingers were gently working her clit, delving ever so slightly into her wetness, teasing her.

Sookie was unused to such gentle love. Bill had always been so lost in the blood lust and passion that he was often quite rough. Not that she had minded, it was a part of who he was and at the time she had enjoyed it. But this. This was new and exciting. Sam's feather light touches were arousing her more than she could believe.

"Please Sam!" She begged, her hips rising to meet his hand, still eluding her centre. She wanted to feel him entering her. She was learning that she wasn't above begging. "Sam!" She pleaded again. Sam's blue eyes met hers, a soft smile on his lips. He leant up and kissed her, entering her with his fingers at the same time. Sookie's moan caused Sam's cock to jump against her leg. A single drop of pre-cum landed on her thigh. Sam used his free hand to rub it into her flesh, massaging her thigh in time to his gently thrusting fingers.

His lips continued to caress hers and Sookie lifted her hands to cradle his face. She kissed him back passionately, tongues tangling as his fingers spurred her towards orgasm.

Sam felt her release break through her, her body stiffening, her thighs clamping around his hand. He broke their kiss to watch her face as she orgasmed. She had never looked as beautiful as she did right then, his name passing her lips in a soft moan, her eyes wide. Sam felt his heart fill to bursting with his love for her.

He kissed her face gently as she recovered from her powerful orgasm. Sookie drew in deep steadying breaths. She had not expected such a powerful orgasm and it had come over her so suddenly. She could not believe what Sam was doing to her. She wanted to make him feel as good as he was making her feel.

Sookie half sat and pushed on Sam's shoulders, easing him onto his back. Sam gazed up at her with his wide blue eyes, completely at ease, trusting her. He was hard; his cock resting against his firm stomach. Sookie's eyes took him in. He was beautiful; if a man could be described as being beautiful without being effeminate. He was well muscled; his body solid from hard work and endless nights running through the woods. His skin was tanned and firm. His hair unruly, peppered with grey but still thick. His cock was large; his member thick and hard. Sookie licked her lips as her gaze took that in and Sam swallowed deeply. But it was Sam's face that made him truly beautiful. The caring curve of his smile. The twin dimples that appeared when he smiled that smile. And his eyes. His beautifully expressive eyes. Sookie couldn't help but lean forward and kiss both of his eyelids.

Sam sighed as she kissed him. Her lips were warm and soft and as she moved forward her breasts rubbed against his chest tantalisingly. His hands rose of their own accord and caressed them. Sookie gave him a playful smile before pulling away. Sam watched her with interest.

Sookie trailed her fingers up Sam's thighs, letting her nails lightly scratch him. Sam shivered. Sookie's fingers continued up until they reached his groin. Gently she cradled his member in her hand. She learnt its texture, its shape, felt its weight. Sam moaned softly.

Sookie gently moved her hand, settling into a rhythm that caused Sam to tense and shudder. She used her thumb to spread the pearly drops of pre-cum along his shaft and massage it into his soft skin. As her hand rose up over the tip she squeezed, pushing out more shining fluid and causing Sam's legs to tremble.

Her other hand traced patterns across Sam's chest. She tweaked his nipples as he had done to her. She ran her nails over his ribs, discovering that Sam was ticklish. All the while Sam lay there, his eyes open in awe, taking her in. Sookie kissed him passionately. Sam's hands tangled in her hair, holding her to him as they kissed.

When she pulled back Sam seemed disappointed. Sookie gave him an evil smile before ducking her head and taking his cock into her mouth. Sam groaned deep and loud, his hips giving an involuntary thrust. Sookie placed her hand on his hip to hold him in place as she worked her mouth along his length.

Running her tongue along the underside of his shaft she eased her mouth back and licked his tip, working her tongue into his slit. She tasted his salty essence there. Opening her mouth wider she took all of him in, relaxing her throat and swallowing his cock. Sam was moaning and trying very hard not to thrust. His hands were gently cradling her head as he fought for self control. She was making him crazy.

Sookie worked him, her tongue, hands and throat driving Sam towards climax. She cradled his balls, rolling them in her hand before removing her mouth from his shaft and using it to taste his balls. She alternated between shaft and balls, working Sam into a panting frenzy.

He felt himself edging toward oblivion and gently clasped her face in his hands, raising it to his own. He kissed her, tasting himself on her tongue.

I want to be inside you, he thought gently. Sookie smiled and kissed him. Sam used his weight to roll them, settling himself into the cradle of her thighs. As his cock touched her wetness they both shivered. Sam caressed her cheek with his thumb, running it along her bottom lip before he kissed her again, passionately. He pushed his hips forward and sheathed himself inside her.

They both moaned as they joined. It felt right. It felt like coming home. Sam could not control his thoughts of joy and love. He knew Sookie had heard them when she looked up at him and he saw his love reflected back in her eyes. He almost wept.

They moved together in a passionate rhythm, their bodies joining and separating. Sookie was the first to fall, her orgasm creeping up on her slowly and leisurely. She crested and surfed the waves of pleasure, pulling Sam along in her undertow. He shuddered his release deep within her, his hot seed filling her womb and overflowing, soaking them both.

They lay together for a long time. Sookie's hands were resting on Sam's strong shoulders. She could feel the hard muscles shifting beneath his hot skin. Sam's hands were on her waist, his body weight comfortably solid on top of her. He was still inside her, softening now.

Sookie sighed, completely content. Sam's blue eyes found hers and he smiled.

Thankyou, he thought. His hand cupped her face and he kissed her softly. Sookie smiled back.

"Happy birthday, Sam." She grinned, speaking for the first time.

And Sam could only nod. It was indeed a very happy birthday.

The end…