Ah, so here's the end. It was a blast writing it, of course!

Within the few days that passed, Rachel felt a change transform within her. She knew she has yet to say the actual words for how she felt for Quinn, but at the same time, she felt no need to say anything at all. The days that sped by was spent in the quiet of Quinn's room, on her giant bed where Rachel was now curled up, wrapped in blankets and in Quinn's embrace. She didn't want to leave, but her legs longed to be stretched and Rachel longed to take a long, hot bath.

Rachel rolled over and nuzzled Quinn's snout, smiling as she snored. She loved Quinn's soft fur, golden and warm like her eyes. Rachel glanced down and saw the leaking tip of Quinn's still hard shaft. It was another thing she learned: Quinn's stamina was endless, and Rachel smirked as she remembered their experiment on seeing how long Quinn would last.

Feigning innocence with a soft hum, Rachel's hand crept down to wrap around Quinn's thick cock. It was hot, pulsing out a consistent rhythm, and it gave Rachel an idea. She read it in books, French novels that left little to the imagination. Rachel slithered down to where Quinn's cock rested, and with a furtive swipe of her tongue, Rachel tasted Quinn's essence for the first time.

"Not bad," she muttered to herself. The white translucent liquid was bitter and musky, but not exactly unpleasant. Rachel kept one eye on Quinn's huge sleeping form, and one on the heavy cock in front of her. She parted her mouth and kissed the head, slowly engulfing the reddening tip in her hot mouth. Her tongue flicked and darted all over the skin she had in her mouth, her fists stroking up and down Quinn's rigid cock.

A low rumble left Quinn's chest when she felt something hot and wet on the tip of her cock. She rolled slightly and looked down to see Rachel's mouth on her. "Oh..." she propped herself up with her paws to watch her.

She wanted nothing more than to have hands to run them through Rachel's hair, to caress her skin, to actually feel her. She didn't think she could want this badly.

Rachel smirked up at Quinn and slowly took more of her shaft in her mouth. It was difficult to wrap her lips around Quinn's girth at first but after a few bobs, Rachel suckled on the tip with a soft hum vibrating from her throat. She released Quinn's cock with a slick pop and clambered up to straddle Quinn. "Hi." Rachel murmured, leaning forward to kiss Quinn's snout.

Quinn groaned as Rachel tried to take her deeper. "Wow..." she wrapped her arms around Rachel's waist and sat up so she was nearly face to face with Rachel as she straddled her. "Hi." she smiled softly as Rachel kissed her snout. "Having fun down there?" she licked a long stripe up Rachel's neck.

Rachel squirmed and giggled, her core sliding up against Quinn's length. "Very much so." She answered as she rocked against Quinn slowly, feeling her hot pulsating flesh against her inner thigh.

Quinn held her close and continued to lick her neck as Rachel rocked against her.

"Inside me... Please." Rachel whimpered, Quinn's rough tongue against her skin made her core wet, almost melting her inner thighs. She was silently glad that she slept naked. It means no ruined underwear. "Now, Quinn."

Quinn angled her hips and thrust up into Rachel's tight heat. "Oh yes..." she groaned softly and started to move her hips up into Rachel, her tongue still living at her neck.

Rachel shivered at the stretch. Her body was already accustomed to Quinn, and feeling her once more filling up her body made Rachel sigh in pleasure. "Oh my... You still feel fantastic inside me." Rachel whimpered. She started riding Quinn, making sure to roll her hips in circles so that she could feel Quinn hitting every spot inside her that made her jump and squeal in pleasure.

Quinn stilled her hips as Rachel began to ride her. Her eyes shot up to Rachel's face as she squealed. "That was new..."

Rachel blushed but didn't still her hips. In fact, she increased her pace, groaning every time Quinn hit a particular spot inside her. "Oh... Oh Q-Quinn..." Rachel panted, breasts heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

Quinn kept her eyes on Rachel's face as she bounced faster and faster. She ducked her head after a few seconds and licked over Rachel's nipple with her rough tongue.

"I-I'm about to..." Rachel hissed, her fingers tugging at Quinn's golden fur. "Faster..."

Quinn held Rachel's hips and started to pound up into her, hitting the same spot with every thrust in.

"Quinn!" Rachel screamed at the top of her lungs, her walls clenching around Quinn's thickness. She collapsed with a sigh, her core still throbbing, Quinn's thrusts never ceasing.

Quinn pressed her nose into Rachel's neck as she clenched around her. "Rach..." she thrust up a few more times before stilling her hips as she spilled inside Rachel.

"Oh..." Rachel's back arched, Quinn's seed filling up her core to the brim. She felt it trickle out of her slowly, and it made her squirm. "Amazing..."

A low rumble came from Quinn's chest. "Yes..."

Rachel scratched up and down Quinn's chest, feeling her eyes fall shut as she passed out, Quinn's softening shaft still inside her core.

A few days later, Quinn was walking around the ballroom floor, watching as it was cleaned. "Santana." she called out softly, smirking when she heard quick shuffling.

"Yes, Master?"

"Is everything ready for tonight?"

Santana nodded quickly. "Everything is nearly cleaned, and dinner is already underway."

"Thank you, Santana." Quinn sat down next to her. "Do you think I'm ready for this?"

Santana looked up at Quinn. "Yes. Just remember to keep yourself in check."

"I've been doing well with my temper for the last three months. I think I'm okay on that." she said with a chuckle.

"You have been doing really well, Master. We should go get you changed."

Quinn groaned and followed behind Santana to her chambers.

Once Quinn bathed and put on a clean pair of blue pants, she looked at herself in the mirror. "Is this alright?"

Brittany and Santana both nodded. "I think you look nice."

"Yeah?" Quinn straightened her pants and stood up straight. "I do." she said with confidence.

"Go fetch Rachel; I'll be in the dining hall."

Brittany and Santana quickly left the room to go fetch Rachel for dinner. "Rachel? Are you decent?"

Rachel laughed and opened the door, smiling at Brittany and Santana. She wore the gown that was prepared for her tonight, and it looked stunning. "Well? What do you two think? Do I look presentable for your Master?"

Brittany looked Rachel up and down. "You look amazing."

"Good." Rachel gathered the fabric of her gown and followed the two servants to the dance hall. A gasp exuded from Rachel as she saw all of the lanterns lit, the floor glistening like gold. On the one end of the hall stood Quinn, dressed in formal attire, her fur neatly combed. Rachel stopped herself from running towards Quinn, instead she floated towards her. "You did all this?" She asked breathlessly.

Quinn smiled brightly when she saw Rachel slowly walking towards her, almost floating. "I did." she stepped forward. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you." Rachel blushed and rested her palm on Quinn's chest. "And you look rather dashing as well."

Quinn looked down at herself and smiled. "Really?"

Rachel nodded. "Of course." Behind them, music began to swell. Looking up at Quinn, Rachel held out her hand. "Shall we dance?" She asked brightly.

Quinn took Rachel's hand a led her to the dance floor. She wrapped her arm around Rachel's waist and pulled her close. "Here we go."

As they danced, Rachel couldn't stop smiling. "Thank you for doing this, Quinn." She murmured as she twirled and spun. "This is so wonderful..."

"I wanted to do something for you."

"This is too much."

"I don't think it is."

Rachel shook her head with a smile. "You're still stubborn."

"Am not."

"Yes you are!" Rachel insisted with a giggle.

Quinn chuckled and when the music stopped she kept Rachel close. "I want to show you something." she took Rachel's hand in her paw and led her up to her chambers. She walked to the small table just in front of the balcony and grabbed a small mirror.

"This will show you anything you desire to see. Anything at all."

Rachel accepted the mirror and peered into it. "I want to see my father..." The mirror emitted a faint light and immediately, she saw her father looking exhausted and beaten. He looked safe, at least, but to Rachel it wasn't enough. "I have to go to him." Rachel whispered, throat parched with sadness. "I need to be with him, Quinn." She held up the mirror for her to see. "Look at him... He's so alone... Quinn, please." Rachel's voice cracked as she attempted to hold in the tears that stung her eyelids. "My father needs me..."

Quinn turned as soon as she saw Rachel's father in the mirror. She put her paws on the bell jar in front of her, looking down at it in serious thought. Her throat tightened before turning back to Rachel. "Then.. You have to go.."

She looked down at Rachel and tried to keep herself from tearing up in front of her. "You're free."

Rachel's eyes widened and she reached out to touch Quinn's fur. "Are you... Really?" She asked, tears now falling from her eyes. "Oh, Quinn..." Rachel hugged Quinn tightly and wept. "I will come back for you, I promise." She whispered.

Quinn looked away before turning around fully, keeping her eyes on the wilting gardenia. "Go. Take the mirror."

Rachel bit her lip and stared at Quinn's sad features. She muffled a sob as she turned around and left. It hurt, but she didn't want to stay and console Quinn, for she knew that prolonging it would make the wounds hurt far worse than it already does. Rachel hurried up to her room and changed out of her beautiful gown, and wrapped herself in her over cloak. She didn't answer any of the servant's questions. She rushed to the stables and roused Philippe, and within the hour, she was on her way to her father, tears streaming down her face.

Quinn watched from her balcony as Rachel got her horse. When she saw Rachel leaving down the long cobble pathway, she threw her head back and roared loudly.

Santana came into the room. "I knew you had it in you."

Quinn looked down and shook her head. "I let her go.."

Santana stammered. "Y-you what? You let her go?"

"I had to.." she said softly, falling to her knees on the hard stone floor, her paws turned under to hold her upper body up.

"Why?"

"Because." she turned to Santana, tears filling her eyes. "I love her.."

Rachel forced Philippe to a gallop as she returned to the village. The streets were silent and as Rachel snuck back to her house, she roused her father awake. "Papa, I'm home." She whispered. Hiram shot up from the bed and wrapped his arms around his baby girl. "Oh, Rachel! You're back at last! But—" He faltered and stared at Rachel's glowing features. "H-how did you escape from the terrible beast?"

"I didn't escape." Rachel smiled sadly at the mention of Quinn. "She... She let me go. We're friends now." She said, biting her lip at the white lie. "She's changed from when you first met her, papa. She was just misunderstood."

A knock interrupted Rachel, and her brows furrowed. "Who could it be at this late hour?" She opened the door and was met with the sight of an old man with a grimace on his thin lips.

"I'm... here to collect your father." He drawled.

"What do you mean?" Rachel asked. Behind the wrinkled man stood the rest of the village, with Finn, Puck, Sam, and Mike leading the pack. "Oh, don't worry, miss." The man attempted to reassure her. "He will be safe with us."

That was when Rachel saw the horse-drawn cart that read 'Asylum'. "My father is not insane!" She argued.

"Oh, come now." Mike laughed. "He was raving about some kind of beast! Hiram, how big did you say it was? Seven feet?"

"I... I'd say about bigger! Like ten feet!" Hiram yelled, the villagers laughing at him.

"See? He's crazy!"

"It's true!" Hiram argued. Two burly men emerged from the cart and yanked Hiram by the collar, while all Rachel could do was watch. She suddenly remembered the mirror that showed anything she wanted.

"My father's not crazy!" She ran down the steps and whipped out the mirror. "Show me Quinn." Rachel whispered. It showed Quinn breaking and tearing through the furniture in her devastation and rage, and Rachel felt her heart break. "I know she looks violent, but she's not." Rachel reasoned, clutching the mirror to her chest as the villagers gasped at the spectacle. "She's sweet, and gentle..."

Finn swaggered towards Rachel and yanked the mirror from her grasp. "By the way you talk about this beast, it's like you have feelings for it." He scathed. "Look at it! It's a monster!"

Rachel pushed Finn away from her. "She's not a monster, Finn. You are!"

Finn scowled and waved the mirror in front of the villagers. "See this? We'll never be safe with this monster running around the land free! We have to kill it. We're not safe until its head is on my wall!"

The villagers cheered and they piled out weapons from their houses. Torches, pitchforks, axes, they equipped themselves and marched into the forest with Finn leading the fray.

Rachel made sure her father was fine. She instructed him to stay in the house and keep the doors locked before getting on Philippe once more to ride back to Quinn's castle. She needed to warn her, and apologize for bringing the townspeople to her. Rachel wiped away the tears and raced through the night, hoping to be there before Finn or any of the villagers arrived.

Quinn was sitting in her room, her eyes glued to the gardenia sitting in its bell jar. She watched as more and more petals fell to the table below. She'd lost all hope at this point that she'd ever be human again.

Just then, Santana and Brittany rushed into the room. "Master!" they hopped over to her. "The castle is under attack! What are we going to do?"

Quinn groaned and turned away. "It doesn't matter anymore." she said, her voice soft and full of sadness. "Let them come."

Santana and Brittany weren't going to take that answer. They quickly went down and set up an attack for when the villagers finally broke through the doors.

With his bow and quiver slung across his back, Finn clambered up the steps as the chaos and battle unfolded around him. He wasn't here for the small fry. All he wanted was to stab an arrow through the beast's heart, slice off its head, and mount it on his wall. Then maybe Rachel would finally marry him.

Finn kicked down the doors to the west wing and saw the beast crouched over a bell jar. Finn smirked as it held onto the glass possessively. "I'm here to kill you." He said as if it was nothing. "Prepare to die, beast!"

Quinn barely looked over as Finn burst through her doors. She looked up at him with a sad expression as she pulled his bow back, ready to strike.

Quinn looked back to the bell jar and thought of Rachel before she felt a sharp pain in her back. She roared loudly and gripped the left side of her chest as Finn ran forward and kicked her through a window.

Quinn rolled helplessly as Finn released a tirade of kicks to her body. "Get up and fight!" Finn gripped the arrow in her back and pushed it through the left side of Quinn's chest, making her roar even louder as it pierced the skin.

She fell against the edge of her balcony, letting the pain take her over until she heard a soft, familiar voice calling out to her from below.

"Quinn!" Rachel screamed through the clamour of fighting and metal gnashing against metal. She pounded up the steps as fast as she was able to and burst through Quinn's chambers, a gasp escaping her. The sight before her was enough to make her cry. "Finn... What did you do?!" She lunged at Finn and blindly yanked at his clothes and dug her nails into his skin. "You... beast!"

Finn staggered back and shoved Rachel out of the way. "I'm here to slay it, what else?" He sneered. "You can sit there and watch as I deliver the killing blow."

Quinn saw Finn pushing Rachel and a rage filled her entire body. She stood up to her full height, her fangs showing and a loud growl coming from her chest. She gripped Finn around the neck and squeezed tightly. "Don't. Touch. Her." she gritted out, her grip tightening to the point where Finn's face turned blue.

She looked to Rachel. "Back away."

Rachel fought the urge to argue, and nodded. She hated just watching, but she didn't want to cause problems for Quinn.

Quinn brought Finn close. "I want you to leave. Get out, and don't come back."

Finn nodded rapidly, fearing for his life in that second.

Quinn tossed him down and walked towards Rachel. "You came back.." she said softly.

Rachel threaded her fingers through Quinn's golden fur. "I promised, didn't I?"

Quinn smiled and put her paw on Rachel's face before roaring loudly as a knife entered her side and the arrow was yanked from her body. She knocked Finn back, causing him to fall over the edge of that balcony to his death.

Quinn dropped to her knees, blood pouring from the arrow and knife wounds. She fell on her back with a groan, her eyes closed.

Kneeling before Quinn, her body sprawled on top of her heaving frame, Rachel cried. "Quinn..." She sobbed, her hands pressing her wounds so the blood would not spill out. "Quinn, please... I won't let you die... I promised!" Rachel can't see anything due to her tears, as she tried to keep Quinn awake. "Q-Quinn..."

Quinn shook her head slightly, her eyes opening to look at Rachel. "Maybe it's better like this.."

"No!" Rachel cried, her hands closing around Quinn's bloodied paw. "Don't leave me, please..." She sobbed, tears soaking Quinn's fur.

Quinn raised her paw and put it against Rachel's face, a small smile forming on her lips as Rachel held it. "At least... I got you see you. One last time.."

Her body finally succumbed to her injuries, her paw dropping and her body falling limp with one last sigh of breath.

"No..." Rachel stared at Quinn's breathless body, limp on the ground surrounded by destroyed furniture. Despite the tears, Rachel's eyes caught the glimmering petal of the pale gardenia. The single petal threatened to fall, but Rachel clenched her fists and cupped Quinn's jaw. "Quinn... I love you... P-please come back to me..."

As soon as the words left Rachel's lips, Quinn's body started to rise into the air. Her wounds closed as her arms stretched out beside her. The fur on her body started to disappear into skin, the horns on her temples disappearing, and finally the long snout, diminishing to a beautiful face.

Her body slowly floated to the ground, her back heaving with the heavy breaths she was taking. After a few seconds, Quinn stood and looked at her hands. She turned to Rachel. "Rachel.."

Rachel stepped closer and cupped Quinn's sculpted jaw. Instead of the sensation of fur that she was accustomed to, all she felt was smooth, alabaster skin. "Quinn... You're... You're human again..." With her thumb, Rachel traced Quinn's eyebrows, the almond shape of her eyes, her sharp nose, and finally, her soft, pink lips. "I... I don't know what to say." Rachel grinned through the tears.

Quinn put her hands on Rachel's hips and pulled her closer. She let Rachel's hands roam her face and smiled softly as she ran her thumb over her lips. "I can think of something." she said with a smile that finally didn't contain sharp fangs.

"You're so beautiful." Rachel whispered. She rose up on the tips of her toes and kissed Quinn's plump lips, her fingers threading through thick, blonde hair.

Quinn pulled Rachel firmly against her and kissed her back. She ran her hands up Rachel's sides slowly to hold either side of Rachel's face as she continued the kiss that she'd been longing for.

Rachel was still crying when she pulled back from the kiss. "I just... I really love you." She admitted quietly. "I'm glad you came back to me."

Quinn smiled against Rachel's lips. "That's all it took.. I love you."

"I'm glad." Rachel rested her head against Quinn's chest and listened to the constant thumping of her heart as it synced with hers.

Quinn hugged Rachel close to her body. "Wait!" she grabbed Rachel's hand and ran downstairs. "Brittany! Santana!" she yelled as she saw a tall blonde and a slightly shorter dark haired girl.

She ran forward and hugged them tightly.

Rachel smiled as Quinn, Brittany, and Santana were reunited. The rest of Quinn's servants returned to their human forms and smiled proudly at their master.

Quinn walked back over to Rachel and took her hand in her own. She smiled and kissed the back of her hand. "Thank you for seeing the best in me."

"Of course, Quinn." Rachel took Quinn's hand and held it tightly. "Thank you for letting me see it."

"I love you."

Rachel pecked Quinn's lips. "And I love you." She had never been happy before, and with Quinn by her side, she was sure that love such as theirs doesn't happen to everyone. Rachel locked her fingers with Quinn and as they walked throughout the castle, she promised that she would never let Quinn go, for she was hers now, and she, Quinn's.