John and Carrie grabbed their luggage and hailed a cab, directing him to the Primal Forest Hotel in Beastown. As they'd been assured, their cabbie had no problem finding it.
As they pulled up to the drop off, two huskies, walking on two legs and dressed in bellboy outfits ran to the trunk, grabbing the luggage and placing it on the ground. Then the pair of them dropped to all fours, grabbing the handles with their mouths and dragged them inside. Carrie would have laughed at this if she hadn't been in such shock. She certainly didn't want to be an anthro animal, but it certainly proved that Toonworld could deliver on their promises.
John paid and tipped the cabbie, and the pair went to the desk, beating the bellboys by a couple of minutes. Apparently, the staff hadn't counted on their luggage being so heavy. The newlyweds rang the small bell marked "service" and waited patiently until a fairly attractive blonde woman in a Primal Forest uniform emerged from a back office.
"Hello, and welcome to Primal Forest," she said, smiling.
"How many and for how long?"
"Two, for two weeks," said John, "And we'd like a suite; we're newlyweds."
"Oh, absolutely. Congratulations," she replied, smiling a genuine smile. "And are you wishing to be transformed, or are you just here to observe?"
"To be transformed," Carrie interjected, as John had begun to fumble on his words, again blushing from his private embarrasment. "We were told that you could make us werewolves?"
"Oh, most definitely, ma'am," she quickly replied, eager and smiling. "I've been a werewolf for two years now, and I LOVE it!"
"Umm...yes...now how exactly do you...umm..make us werewolves?" John stammered, visibly excited.
"Well, sir, there are a variety of ways we accomplish it here, depending on the taste of the individual or individuals involved. We can do it traditionally, which would involve a bite from one of our staff here, or we can pretty much do it any way you like. Potions, salves, magical spells...pretty much, anything you can think of, even rings or amulets," she recited the list with a fervor. John and Carrie could both tell she loved her job.
"Oh shit," said Carrie,"I don't think we'll have a full moon until nearly the end of next week," pouting slightly.
"Oh, that's no problem here, ma'am," grinned the blonde, "It's always a full moon. Plus, we can tailor your transformations to occur however you'd like. Obviously, direct moonlight will always change you, but we can also make sure you change
whenever you'd like...whatever you want. During sex, secret words, incantations, feeling pain...anything. The only real requirement is that it usually has to be out of direct sunlight for it to occur, and if you change and go running around in daylight, the duration is shorter. We can even give you 'change back' conditions. It's whatever you want."
"Wow," John and Carrie said simultaneously.
"Yeah, I know. I came here two years ago on vacation, and I never left," the blonde said. Then she lowered her voice,"And yeah, before you ask, the change feels un-fucking-believable!"
She handed them each a form with a variety of questions. "Just fill these out and send them down to the front desk, and we'll make all of the arrangements."
"Great," said John. "Can we get our key, we've obviously got a lot to think about before we really get going on this."
"No problem, you're in room 350, the Lunar Lovers' Suite."
The husky bellhops sighed, then began to simply carry the bags to the elevator, apparently not wishing to exhert themselves carrying them in their normal fashion.
"Oh, before I forget, here's your channel guide for your television," the blonde said.
"I don't think we'll be watching much tv while we're here," Carrie told her.
"Oh..I think you might want to check out your complimentary premium channels," she replied.
Taking the guide, John and Carrie headed to the elevator, both highly aroused and more excited than they ever had been, but both with apprehension about taking the final step.