"No fooling?" Clara laughed weakly.
Lupe smiled. "No fooling, mi cielo." Lupe regarded her wife's new body, hairy and brawny and feral. "Eres muy hermosa, Clarita. Hey, I just had an idea!"
"About how to change me back?" asked Clara.
"Porque diablos would we wanna do THAT?!" choked Lupe. "You have the sexiest body I've ever seen in my life. No, I was thinking about making ME like you!" The two Mexican women just gaped at each other in silence for a moment before Lupe went on. "Look, you're apparently some kind of real werewolf, and I'm about to play one in a movie. Wouldn't it be muy increíble if I didn't need makeup because I, Guadalupe Lopez, am a real werewolf, too?"
"Muy estúpido, more like," Clara commented. "You don't know what side effects it could have. Look what it did to my libido."
Lupe's eyes lit up. "That's exactly the kind of side effect I want! Think about what this werewolf deal could do for our sex life, Clara."
Clara had to admit, sex with a beastwoman Lupe sounded really cool. Maybe then she could knock that weird night with Mrs. Belville of all people out her head. And it would make Lupe herself awfully happy. Clara could actually smell the excitement on her wife. "Okay, mi chica, I'll see what I can do. How exactly do we go about this?"
"I guess you're supposed to bite me," Lupe shrugged.
"Bite you?!" Clara repeated. "Uhhh... o-okay, I guess." She crept up to Lupe's leg and opened her mouth, baring her pointed teeth. Her eyes darted to Lupe's face, waiting for permission.
"Ready," Lupe smiled.
Clara closed her eyes and plunged her little fangs into Lupe's thigh. Her fangs were pretty small, so it was hard work to force them through the skin. Clara was finally rewarded with the scent of her wife's trickling blood and lapped it up greedily. The scent and taste of Lupe's life fluid sent Clara over the edge, and she plunged her face back into Lupe's wet pussy and roughly fucked it with her teeth and surprisingly rough tongue. Lupe moaned appreciatively as Clara's coarse black hairs tickled her thighs again. Soon she felt her orgasm returning to her, and she squirted her love juices all over Clara's hairy face.
"W-wow" gasped Lupe. "Can't wait 'til I can fuck you like that, mi cielo." She stroked the bleeding wound on her thigh. "I don't feel any different, though. Aside from that killer orgasm, I mean."
Clara shrugged. "Maybe you have to wait a bit."
And wait they did. Four in the morning came and went, but Lupe never changed. She remained as human as she was when Clara had arrived home. The Latina actress sighed defeatedly. "Let's face it, it didn't work. I guess I just wasn't meant to be a werewolf, Clarita. You are so damn lucky!"
"Hey there's gotta be a way," said Clara. "I'm pretty sure this happened to me at the Belville mansion, because Donna was looking muy, muy hairy tonight." She wisely left out the sex part.
"Are you saying I have to go THERE to live the werewolf dream?!" shouted Lupe. "Just fucking great!" Lupe had only met Mrs. Belville once, and the monster had made some VERY homophobic and racist remarks.
Clara shrugged. "Just telling you what I know."
"Maybe Meadow knows something," wondered Lupe. Meadow Larkin had once worked as an extra in a movie Lupe had a small part in. She'd struck up a friendship with the New Age girl and was impressed by her knowledge of the occult.
"Worth a try, I guess," said Clara.