"I want you to wish for...me to become a werewolf as well," she said, smiling a hopeful smile. "I want to feel the change that my family has felt for generations."
"Granted," I told her, cupping her face in my hands. "I wish you would change into a werewolf whenever you engage in oral sex, whether giving or receiving. I wish that I would change into a werewolf whenever I engage in oral sex, whether giving or receiving. I wish the change would start when either you cum or taste cum, as well as for me. In daylight, I wish the duration of the change would be one hour, at night I wish the change would last the duration of the evening. Furthermore, I wish the change would be pleasurable for anyone afflicted with lycanthropy now, and in the future."
She looked a bit puzzled. "I don't FEEL any different," she said, pouting slightly, "and why were you SO specific?"
"The devil's in the details, lover, " I told her.
"Yeah, well I can understand you and me, but why everyone else?"
"Tabitha, I have a vision, one that only began to form once I was under the sway of lycanthropy. One that you'll soon realize will change the very face of the earth, " I said, feeling a rush of power, seeming for the first time to understand how life changing, how world changing the ring was.
"I don't get you, Joe," she said, shaking her head slightly.
I dropped to my knees, rubbing my face along her inner thighs. "You will soon enough, Tab. Soon enough. Now lay down."
Tabitha complied, laying down, allowing me to lick along the edges of her labia. She had a clean-shaven muff, which quickly began to glisten with droplets of her juices. I spread her open, and began to lick madly, feeling more juice flow towards my open mouth.
Her body spasmed, and suddenly she let out a primal moan, one deeper than her normal voice, and the essence of her orgasm hit my tongue. Her vagina began to blossom fur, a trail of it running up from her mound to her bellybutton, her scent much stronger now. I could feel my own body spasming as well, my face beginning to stretch into a muzzle.
She continued to growl, running her rapidly growing nails down my back, grinding her sex against my growing snout. Unlike the first time, the change wasn't painful. Instead, each pop of muscle or reshaping of bone brought with it a tiny tremor of pleasure to whichever part was shifting. The walls reverberated with the howls of our pleasure.
Tabitha rolled over, raising her musk-dripping hole to me, wafting her scent to my overly-sensitive nose with her tail. I leapt upon her for the second time today, rutting madly again. Though it seemed to be forever, in truth, it was only a few minutes before I spent my seed inside of her. I had no real concept of time in my new form, for I was truly obsessed with the she-wolf in front of me, whose pelt matched my own. We mated at least twice more, collapsing beside each other when finally we couldn't summon the energy to continue. We drifted off next to one another, waking to the setting sun outside her window.
"That was amazing," she told me, "I'm glad that we met."
"So am I," I told her, reflecting on how chance an encounter it had been.
"So...are you going to let me in on the plan?"