As Clara drove home the sex induced daze she had been in since her unusual encounter with Mrs Belville, or whoever the sexy hairy beastwoman had been, began to lift. She looked at her reflection on the rear view mirror. Not only did she look a mess, hair and clothing dishevilled, her face was coated in the beasts come. As she moved her head slightly left to right she could even see a binch of red hairs plastered to her skin. If lupe saw her like this, there was definitely going to be trouble.
Clara stumbled through the front door of the small apartment she shared with her wife and heared the vacuum going in the bedroom. Thanking any listening Gods for her good luck she dropped her keys in the bowl and headed straight for the bathroom. Once inside she started a hot shower and removed her maids unform. She luxuriated in the flow of hot water over her face and body, watching red hairs drift lazily along the water's current and disappear down the drain, considering what - if anything - to say to Lupe. 'How was work honey?' 'oh, you know the usual, cleaning, polishing, dusting, sex with a red haired wolf woman'. Maybe best not to say anything? As Clara soaped up her legs she noticed a smattering of short, bristly black hairs over her coffee coloured skin. Nothin untoward in that, her heritage meant that shaving was a fairly regular routine for the young woman. Early in their relationship Lupe had confided in Clara that she found body hair on women quite sexy. Clara was ambivalent, and would have kept her body natural for her wife, except that Mrs Belville insisted she be clean shaven. Clara even got dirty looks from her boss whenever her sleeves rolled up and exposed the downy dark hairs on her forearm. There were limits to what she was prepared to do for her job! Given Mrs Belvilles state earlier in the day, the irony was not lost on Clara. Cleaned, relaxed and refreshed, Clara dried herself off before donning a robe and wrapping her long black hair up in a towel, and stepped out to greet her wife.
Lupe jumped Clara as soon as she was out of the bathroom, welcoming her home with a kiss. "Hey beautiful, I didn't hear you come in".
"I heard the vacuum so thought I'd take the opportunity to jump in the shower".
"How come you're so late home?"
Clara looked into her wife's beautiful face. Like her, Lupe was in her late twenties, struggling to make a living as an actress and visual performer. Unlike Clara, Lupe was slim and toned, her thick dark hair cropped short. Piercing green eyes looked out from underneath thick brows.
"I.. um... yeah, sorry babe. The monster had some extra stuff she needed me to do. I would've called but didn't know it was going to take so long".
Clara's heartbeat accelerated in the following pause.
"No worries, I've got dinner ready. Come to the kitchen, I've got news!".
Now dressed in pants and an Avengers t-shirt Clara took a seat at their small table opposite her wife. On the table in front of her lasagne steamed next to a small salad, and condensation formed on a bottle of ice cold beer. She grabbed the beer and drank nearly half the bottle in a single swig. Of course if she'd known anything about the effects of Beast Juice, and how they were accelerated by alcohol, she might have asked for something else...
Clara tried to listen as Lupe spoke animatedly across the table. Something about getting a part in a movie. Two problems were preventing her paying attention. Firstly she was, quite suddenly, incredibly horny. Clara was already rubbing her thighs together under the table and it was getting harder and harder not to jump clear over the table and fuck Lupe right there in the kitchen. The second problem was an intense itchiness that had sprung up over most of her body, her lower legs, her arms. Even her pits and crotch itched like crazy. In an attempt to calm herself down she reached again for the beer. She absently noticed that the dark hairs on the back of her wrist were standing on end and... growing longer? She grasped the bottle, her nails audibly clinking against the glass and took another swig. She placed the bottle against her forehead, hoping to cool herself down.
Lupe stopped speaking, "hey Clara, are you OK?" She reached out across the table to take her lovers hand, noting absently that Clara's nails needed a trim.
Clara only groaned in response, her mind a fog of lust and desire. Strange thoughts were running through her head, strange men and women covered in hair and claws. Biting, sucking, licking, fucking. Not fully aware of what she was doing, Clara dropped to all fours and padded around the table, and before Lupe could move Clara pushed her head under her wife's dress, sniffing and nibbling at the treasure within. Lupe tried to stand but Clara grabbed firmly onto her thighs, holding her in place. Lupe was surprised by the strength in Clara's grip, damn that woman definitely needed a pedicure - her grip was drawing little beads of blood where each nail met skin. Lupe's shock at her wife's unusual behaviour was suddenly washed away in a tide of pleasure as Clara's questing tongue finally found her clit and began moving in tight little circles. Lupe's hands moved to the back of Clara's head and she started making little panting noises of her own.
"Ah, fuck Clara, that's good. Don't stop, don't stop, don't..." Lupe could just see Clara's calves as she knelt on the floor. The skin looked unusually dark. Wait, no, that was hair! The backs of Clara's legs were covered in a fleecy carpet of half inch long black hairs. Clara had grown her body hair out for her lover before, at least before that bitch Belville came into their lives, but it had never looked that thick. Had she started growing it again? And when? Lupe hadn't noticed.
Clara's tongue was working wonders causing a tingling sensation in her pussy, and curiously on the insides of her thighs. It felt almost like someone was rubbing hair on them, like Clara had a beard! Struggling to hold on to her concerns Lupe looked at Clara's hand on her thigh, the other hand had long since moved to Clara's own crotch, making vigorous up and down movements. The nails on the hand had now thickened and darkened slightly, looking like short claws. The back of Clara's hand had pushed out short dark hairs which had continued to sprout longer and thicker right the way up to her elbow. Almost fur...
Clara's huffing grew louder, more insistent, until suddenly she went completely silent and stiff pushing her nose right inside Lupe's pussy. Clara removed her hand from inside herself and Lupe heard rather than saw her cum splatter the hard wood of the floor. The stimulation in her pussy and the sight of her hairy animalistic wife squirting pushed Lupe over the edge, and unlike Clara she screamed through her intense orgasm, her body shaking. It took over a minute for her orgasm to finally subside, and when it did she let go of Clara's head. The other woman scuttled back aways on the floor, sitting up against a cupboard. "Oh my God Lupe, I'm so sorry, I've got no idea what came over me".
Resisting the urge to say 'I did', Lupe instead finally got a good look at Clara. Her already long black hair had grown even longer, spreading out over the floor from where she sat. Not only that it was thicker and wilder, almost mane like. The growth wasn't confined to her head, it spread down the sides of her face, a few scraggly hairs on her lip and chin. Clara's eyebrows had doubled in size, meeting in the middle and almost touching her hairline. Thick hair exploded out of the gap between Clara's top and pants, signifying a thick bush and treasure trail. As she panted in the afterglow of her orgasm Lupe could also see that Clara's upper and lower incisors had pushed out into small fangs.
Lupe started giggling, not the reaction Clara had been expected. As giggling became full blown laughter Clara asked "what's so funny?"
"You weren't listening earlier babe. The movie I've just been cast for, it's a reboot of Teenwolf!"