“Like she said, I'm Devi,” the woman said. My wish had put her in a bare-midriff top (yellow) and black shorts. She had small, probably A-cup breasts, and a nice, round apple bottom. She had coal-black hair that hung to the middle of her back, which was currently in a long pony tail, and similarly deep brown eyes, like Catalina Gabrielli.
“I'm 30 years of age, and a professional bellydance instructor. I'm into dancing, obviously, and watching soccer. I also like wine, and tend toward vegetarian cuisine when I'm not shifted.”
“Bellydancing, huh?” I asked. “You'll have to show off for me sometime.”
“Gladly,” she said. “I love dancing and I love the effect I can have on people, particularly people like US.”
“So..were you always more into women?” I asked bluntly. She shook her head.
“I'd experimented on and off,” she told me. “Dancing can be quite intimate, and I've always felt that the heart wants what the heart wants. Life is too short to limit yourself. I'd had a string of bad relationships though, primarily male. Jealousy is an ugly thing, and most of them wanted me to quit dancing because of how close it brought me to other people, both male and female.” Her lips pursed in a disapproving expression, clearly remembering an unpleasant moment.
“So how did you end up deciding to turn Catalina?”
“Well, I'd gone to get my nose pierced,” she said, gesturing to the hoop on her right nostril. “And I wanted to give her a tip, but I was out of cash. So, I asked her if she'd be interested in a free dance lesson.”
“As it turned out, I got more than a dance lesson,” Catalina added with a laugh.
“She showed up on a night where I only had a handful of students,” Devi continued. “And..for lack of a better term, she was putting off signals that she was attracted to me. She watched me like a hawk, far more intently than most of them, and her eyes..well, let's say that they were looking at specific parts of me more than others. “
“She's not wrong,” Catalina interjected again. “I wanted to fuck her from the moment she walked into my shop, and with her in that belly dance outfit, shimmying around..mmhh..” she sighed. Her nipples were visibly hard through the shirt; glancing around, I couldn't help but notice that none of the women were wearing bras. I could only assume that since I don't normally think about bras or panties, my wish for clothing only involved the outerwear. I filed that thought for reference.
“In a nutshell, she got me wet, and through the course of that lesson, I was only getting wetter,” Catalina informed us. Mrs Vranch let out a soft moan, drawing our attention.
“Debbie, control yourself!” said Karen Flemington.
“Sorry,” apologized Debbie Vranch. She brushed her hair out of her face with a shaky hand, and I watched as her ear wriggled slightly before returning to its human shape. She'd apparently been on the verge of shifting. “I..have control issues.”
“It's part of your charm,” said Catalina.
“It's part of why every one of our get togethers ends with an orgy,” my mother added, sounding mildly annoyed. “Anyway, Devi, go on..”
Devi nodded. “It all got confirmed when I'd have to touch her to show her how to position her arms, or how to move. The other women there would stiffen up. She, however, would lean into me. She was clearly attracted, and definitely wanted me to know. She lingered after the lesson had ended..and flirted rather relentlessly, as I recall.” Devi smiled at Catalina who suprisingly blushed at this.
“I knew what I wanted,” Catalina said, “Though not entirely what I was getting myself into.”
“I was feeling rather horny myself that night, and she was pushing all the right buttons,” Devi continued. “And so when she went in for a kiss, it triggered my transformation. One of my fangs nicked her tongue..and, well, you can imagine from there what happened.”
Again, Debbie Vranch moaned, and this time, the soft pops of tissue reshaping could be heard. “So...so..hot..” she whimpered.
And this time it was my mother who barked out “Debbie! Control IT.” Again, Debbie managed to reign herself in. I saw her blue eyes had started to yellow, but they quickly regained their normal color, and her teeth lost their fanglike quality. However, I could smell every woman in the room quite clearly; the loss of control and start of her change had caused all of them to begin to lose control. Everyone looked mildly flustered, and all showed signs of mild arousal.
“S-Sorry,” Debbie Vranch said again.
“Right, control issues,” I said, smiling. I could feel my own inner animal stirring more, egged on by the situation of the rest of the pack. It was easy to see how the pack orgies ended up happening, because with this many sexually accessible people, it was hard not to be tempted.
“Your mom and Karen Flemington are the ones who brought me into the group,” Devi added. “THAT was quite a night!”
My mom and Karen smiled wistfully. Apparently most of the women seemed to have fond memories of when they'd been turned.
“I wish you'd tell me how you feel about being a werewolf, Devi,” I said.
She nodded. “I love it, and I think any woman here would tell you the same. It makes me feel erotic, like when I dance, and powerful, like when I have captivated someone and hold their attention all on me. And I feel like I belong.”
“I'm glad you're part of my pack,” I told her.
“So..” I began...