Until....I felt my body shrinking, my fur, fangs and claws retracting. It was uncomfortable, but not entirely so much as the transformation into the beast had been. She was watching me with wonder in her eyes, kissing me on the lips once my change had finished. "You really ARE my ideal lover," she said, tracing a finger along my chest.
"THIS was your ideal?" I asked, unable to contain my surprise. She simply nodded, unfazed. "How in the WORLD could that be your ideal?"
"The blood of the werewolf runs through my veins, but it's not active in me," she began. "Both my father and my mother are werewolves, as are my brother and my two sisters. I've waited every full moon in the past five years for the change to happen in me, but it doesn't seem fated."
"Alright," I interrupted, "So how is a werewolf your ideal lover?"
She looked a bit irritated, as though I should already know the answer to this. "My sister, Jessie, is a year older than me, and my brother Donnie is a year younger. My oldest sister, Lena, had moved out of the house by this point. But anyway, not much of that's important..." she trailed off, collecting her thoughts, "Jessie's changes were always more painful than the average werewolf's. We shared a room, and were very close to begin with, so she told me how she hated to change, because of the pain, and she'd begun hiding from the moonlight. She'd mentioned to me that the only way the pain subsided was if she masturbated while she changed. It sort of took her mind off of the pain. But, she could only do it for a minute or so, before her claws grew out, and she'd end up scratching herself. The next full moon, I took it upon myself to wait for her to go to sleep. Once I knew she was asleep, I just opened up the shades and let the moonlight hit her, and I started...well...you know...massaging her, to try and help with the pain."
"So you were fingering your sister??" I asked, trying not to sound really as shocked as I was.
"It's not like that," she protested, "I wasn't doing it out of lust; I was doing it out of love for her. Besides, it's a bit different in a werewolf family. Incest's not quite the taboo. At any rate, that became a habit for Jessie and I, with varying degrees of passion," she blushed a bit, as though slightly ashamed of her lesbian experiences. "When I didn't change the next year, I pretty much made up my mind that I'd help Donnie out when his changing time came. Donnie and I....we...we got really close..." she trailed off a bit, seeming almost on the verge of tears for a second.
"Anyways..Donnie was my first experience with a male werewolf, and I found I liked it. It's my inner wolf, I guess. Though I don't change on the outside, I do on the inside. You're my ideal lover. A man who changes into a werewolf for sex!"
She smiled again at me, then looked quite concerned, "How is that possible?"
I debated what I should tell her.