Tabitha realized that it would probably be for the best to leave the club at this point, as she heard sirens in the distance. Someone had managed to call the police, unsurprisingly. While it was highly unlikely that she'd get any real attention, there was no need to risk getting caught with the syringes, nor to put herself in danger from rampaging werewolves. Plus, she'd gotten to see exactly what she wanted to see-another transformation, and the effect it had on other people.
She drove aimlessly, not really wanting to go home, just wanting to be away from the club. As she drove, she could feel her arousal growing as thoughts of the transformation she'd witnessed still ran through her mind. She was wet again, and filled with a need to fuck. She debated the merits of going home, and injecting Rick with the formula, knowing that he'd be unable to control himself, and knowing that while he might be angry in the morning, he'd give her the fucking that she wanted tonight.
On the other hand, she could always inject someone else, and her mind wandered to a friend they'd had for a few years. Anna was a woman who'd helped Rick with some research as he'd worked on his initial werewolf formula. Long hours were the norm, and soon, Tabitha had started helping out as well, since she had a minor science background (though nowhere near as comprehensive as Rick's chemistry background), and they'd all grown close. In an effort to stave off the stress of working so much on a project with seemingly no reward, weekly Saturday night dinner and drinks became the norm, as a way to blow off steam.
It was during the course of the dinners that they discovered a few things. Anna, while more reserved, seemed to share their general arousal at all things werewolf. She also had a hard desire for Tabitha. It had started as mild flirting, almost to the point of being able to be ignored or overlooked. But it had grown, culminating in Anna talking quite dirty to Tabitha, and Tabitha, much to her surprise, responding with a long kiss in front of Rick.
Tabitha had pulled back that night, unsure of the attraction she was feeling. Rick, to his credit, had been supportive of whatever she'd wanted. He'd given his blessing to she and Anna becoming lovers, though he didn't deny wanting to be involved in the bedroom at some point, even if it was only watching.
Nothing came of it, however. Tabitha never acted, and Anna never pushed further, despite not hiding her desire to have her way with Tabitha. Tabitha had made what seemed almost like an idle, impossible promise, however. “If we ever get the formula right, you and I will have that night together.”
It seemed silly, at the time. It was honestly the easiest way she could defuse the situation, and also not think about why she was attracted to Anna, when she'd never really had any urges toward other women.
It dawned on her now that it wasn't so much about if she was a latent lesbian, bisexual, or bicurious-their gender didn't matter, really. It was what they WERE. Seeing the change got her wet. Thinking about the change got her wet. She thought about Anna, caught in the throes of the change, and turned the car around, making her mind up about where to go and what to do. She slid a hand under her skirt and played with herself, rubbing the outside of her panties. She let out a growl as her foot pressed the accelerator pedal a little too hard for a moment, already on the brink of a mini-climax. She caught her own gaze in the rear view mirror, and saw her eyes glittering with small flecks of gold, despite not being under the influence of the formula any longer, and she smiled. At a stop light, she didn't try to hold herself back, slipping her fingers directly into her pussy and making herself cum hard with barely an effort, letting out a snarl as the cab of the truck filled with the smell of her inner wolf.
She had two syringes, enough for each of them to have two hours in the werewolf form. Two hours to be with each other. She knew she'd promised Rick she wouldn't change again, but she was sure he wouldn't care. Even if he was upset, she could give him a werewolf three-way to make up for it tomorrow.
She pulled into Anna's driveway. It was ten oclock, but the living room light was on. Tabitha composed herself, even though she didn't really want to. Grabbing her purse, she walked to the front door, as she saw Anna peering through the parted curtains as she tried to figure out who would be visiting her.