Gabe smiled wickedly as he began divulging his plan.
"Tomorrow there's a--"
Suddenly they heard the thud of a plastic object hitting concrete. Gabe and Jen's now slightly pointed ears twitched. Jen was alarmed.
"You don't think we're being watched, do you?"
Gabe stayed silent, and craned his head.
***
Kyle Perkins cursed under his breath as he watched his binoculars slip from his cum-stained hands and hit the pavement beneath him. He was stationed in the now abandoned house of the late Mr. Kratz.
Curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he decided to skip school and instead check up on Jen-wolf. After all, she was practically his creation. And his hatred for her human form only made his arousal at her literal bitch-hood only more delicious. He decided that he had to see her in the flesh. What was the fun of turning someone into a sexy werebeast if you couldn't look at your handiwork?
He lived only a mile or two from Jen, and had biked into the area just in time to hear sounds of rutting come from Jen's house. He recognized Gabe Lyle's parked SUV.
"Good," he thought. "Assholes of a feather mate together."
Then he saw Mr.Kratz stalk out of his house and enter Jen's.
"Lunchmeat!" he chortled, and not wishing to risk danger, he snuck into Kratz's house to watch.
From the right angle of Kratz's bedroom window Kyle had an excellent view of Jen's bedroom, and through his binoculars he saw Gabe and Jen kill Kratz before they reverted back to humans. Seeing them change back made him horny all over again, and he began wanking with one hand while the other held the binoculars. When he switched hands, he fumbled, and the binoculars fell from his hands and out the window.
When they hit the ground he immediately retreated backward, away from the window, pants still around his ankles.
"Oh God, I hope they didn't hear that."
"Too bad--we did."
Kyle whirled around to see Gabe and Jen standing proudly before him, hands on their hips, both stark naked and smeared in blood and sweat. Kyle could only marvel at how fit and feral they looked.
"How did you get here so quickly?!"
"We're werewolves dumbass--we run fast even in human form."
Kyle turned to his mate. Jen, amused to have Kyle at her advantage, laughed, her magnificent breats heaving under her body-wide light coat of hair. Gabe's thick red penis rose slightly from his vast forest of pubic fur as he watched her tits rise and fall.
"My God," Kyle cried, "You're magnificent--both of you!"
"Flattery won't save you, runt!" Gabe reared up, inflating his chest.
"You can't kill me!" Kyle pleaded. "I made you! Without me you'd be just another preppy asshole, and she'd be a snotty little cheerleader! Not even a real bitch."
Jen gave a sardonic smile. "The human has a point, y'know. Maybe we can do something else with him. Hey Kyle, Transform or--"
Gabe cupped his hairy hand over Jen's mouth.
"No, lover. Don't waste the phrase. You'll need it." He turned to Kyle. "As for you meat-boy, if you want to stay alive, you'll help us."
Gabe removed his hand from Jen's mouth.
"I've got a plan: a plan to spread our pack among these puny human whelps. Tomorrow's the big school rally for this week's football game. At noon the entire student body will be in the big gym to watch the usual skits and the cheerleaders. I'm scheduled to perform in one of the skits, and Jen, you'll be leading the cheerleaders, right?"
"Uh huh."
"Well, tomorrow, instead of the usual rah-rah crap you usually spout, I want you to say something else to all the students. A certain phrase--the one that made you what you are today. Get me?"
Jen grinned wickedly and nodded her head. A plan was coming together.