The sharpness of my tone, the alarm in my voice, whatever it was, I wasn't sure, but it got Joanne back in control. Her changes reverted, Joanne looked slightly embarrassed, and still rather shaky, as though she might lose control again at any moment. "Stay with me, sweetheart," I said, focusing only on Joanne, ignoring Kristy.
Then Kristy laughed, shocking us both. "What've you been drinking lately, Joanne?" It was a mocking tone, tinged with contempt.
"Excuse me?" Joanne and I said, almost simultaneously.
"You've been drinking from strange bottles, haven't you?" she laughed. "Moontouched Essence is actually the name of the brand, in case you're curious." Kristy stood up, pushing aside the table effortlessly, showing a certain rather unnatural strength, given that the table was a thick, solid oak.
"You...you've had it?" Joanne asked, as dumbfounded as I was. Kristy had seemed so....normal, for lack of a better word.
"Had it? Ha hah...no," she laughed again, her eyes glistening yellow. "I made it."
"Made it? But how?" I asked her. Our sweet little Kristy didn't really seem the type to dabble in science.
"You can't possibly be THAT stupid," she scolded me. "Moonlight Essence COMES from me! It's my musk, and my saliva, taken from me on moonlit nights.GRRRAHHH!" She snarled as a snapping sound could be heard, and her breasts seemed to balloon in size, straining at the fabric of her shirt, rock hard nipples clearly visible beneath the lace. "And EVERYONE who drinks it becomes like a thrall to me," she said, her voice now deeper, with a husky tone.
Joanne was trembling, struggling to contain the animal within, but was on the verge of losing control. Her eyes were amber, just like Kristy's, and she gripped the edges of her chair in a deathgrip.
"Tonight," Kristy said, gesturing to me, "YOU join my pack!" She smiled at me as daggerlike fangs protruded from her mouth.
"NO!" shouted Joanne, who seemed to have regained control of herself.
"What?" snarled Kristy, charging over to her, knocking me to the floor as I tried to intercept her.
Woozily. I stared up at the scene unfolding between my wife and this woman that we thought was our friend.
"Don't you get it?" asked a snarling Kristy, poking at her with a taloned hand. "I'm YOUR alpha. You can't resist me," Kristy paused. "All the same, it's a shame to ruin this grrrreat outfit." She slammed a fist suddenly into Joanne's chin, knocking her across the floor, unconscious. Her changes reverting quickly, Kristy grabbed me, dragging me into our bedroom. "Lie down on the bed or I'll rip your throat out," she warned. Fearing for both my life and for Joanne's, I complied. She disappeared under the bed, muttering, "Where is it...I know you guys have stuff..." until she eventually emerged with our 'bondage box'. ACtually, it was MY bondage box...which I'd never gotten to try with Joanne, by the way. She pulled out a pair of handcuffs, quickly cuffing me to the headboard. "I'll be right back," she giggled.
"What the hell is going on, Kristy?" I asked her, part frightened, part tired, part genuinely curious.
"A test," she cryptically replied.