I smiled, knowing my wish would come true. "Let's head over to your place," I said, "You're probably right."
"Sounds good to me. Why the fuck did you invite me over, anyway?" He asked.
I shrugged, "I donno. Better to be bored with someone else than to be bored alone."
We headed out, not making it more than a block from my house, when I saw my wish begin to take shape. We were wandering the back roads, when we saw a shape in the distance; another person was walking the road, headed towards us.
Within a minute, our paths intersected. It was Karen Hughes, the head cheerleader at our school. "Hey boys," she said in a sultry tone. She was dressed in her cheerleader outfit, a red sweater with a yellow skirt. She was curvy in all the right places, and the sweater only accented her breasts. She had strawberry blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail that hung to her shoulders. And in the dim light provided by a single street lamp, I could see her eyes glinted just a little too brightly. Yep, my wish was coming true. I felt myself get hard again.
"Hi,Karen," I said, amused by the fact I'd never spoken a word to her before tonight. "What are you doing out?"
"You guys see the news?" she asked, rather ignoring my question, and focusing on Arnold.
"Yeah," mumbled Arnold, clearly nervous around her. He'd had a crush on her (as had I) since our freshman year. "Seems kinda...bullshit."
She smiled a knowing smile. "Yeah, but they say seeing is believing, Arnold." There was a pause, and I thought she was going to change, but she didn't. "It did give me an idea for a new cheer though, wanna hear it?"
"Sure," we both replied.
"Grrreat," she said, smiling broadly at us once more. "It's still in the rough stages, so bear with me."
"Let us have it," I said, practically ready to burst from anticipation.
"Howl to the east,
Howl to the west,
Werewolves, werewolves,
We're the best!" She chanted, bouncing excitedly, in prime cheerleader fashion.
"That's great, but who the hell are the werewolves, Karen?" Arnold asked, irritated.
"Me and you," she replied perkily.
Arnold laughed, "We're not the werewolves, Katie. We're the Eagles. I think you ought to change your cheer."
Katie pouted. "I think we ought to change, that's for sure. Here's a cheer you might like better." She pulled her ponytail out, letting her hair fall on her shoulders.
"Give me a W," she said.
"W" I replied, seeing a tiny tremor go through her body.
"Give me an O," she said
"O," I replied, seeing her ears beginning to poke through her hair, elongating.
"Give me an L," she rasped, her voice growing gravelly.
"L" Her nails were growing now, and she'd kicked off her shoes. I could see thick pads beginning to form on the bottoms of her feet.
"Give..me..an F," she said, her voice quite gutteral now.
"F"..her eyes were luminously golden, and her teeth were protruding from her lips.
"What's...that...mmmm...spell?" She asked, her hand hiking her skirt up, revealing a lack of panties and a quivering quim.
"Wolf!" I said, hearing the rustle of her fur growing in, being afforded a primo look at her vagina quivering madly as fur sprouted all around it.
"What's...spelllrrr?" She grunted, her speech growing increasingly distorted.
"Wolf!" I eagerly repeated. I could hear a wet-popping sound as her flesh pulsed and gained mass. Her legs and arms grew covered in that same beautiful shade of strawberry blonde fur, even as they grew more muscular by the second.
"Grrat's sprelll?" She struggled to speak as she stared instinctively skyward, her face stretching more into a snout, her nose growing leathery.
"Wolf!" I repeated, my hand down my pants. Her forehead receded, and fur practically exploded onto her face. With a mighty rip, her sweater tore away, falling apart at the seams from her six large globes of sweater puppies. A tail burst from her ass, and she howled at the moon, still clad somehow in a cheerleader's skirt, but altogether a werewolf.
Arnold tried to run, but she was on him in a flash, biting him firmly on the ass, just as I had wished. She stood then, blood still on her lips. While she made no move to attack me, I knew I was on shaky ground. I hadn't made any wish past the ass biting. Now anything could happen. I held off though...sometimes the random nature of life could be just as exciting as a planned-out wish.
What happened next, though, I hadn't counted on.