As Karen turned to look at me after she had bitten Arnold, she didn't pounce on me or make any sort of move towards me. Instead she transformed back, her tail pulling in as her snout retracted back into the cute face that I knew. Soon, it was as if she hadn't transformed at all, except the two massive sweater puppies hanging exposed to everyone.
"There we are, now that lover boy has gotten bit, onto you." Karen says, looking at me. "Now I wasn't a werewolf this morning and I'm pretty sure neither was the news anchor. You are the only one that I know who is into werewolves this much." She says, looking to my still tented pants. "Not that I'm complaining, far from it. Maybe it's the wolf in me, but I think everyone should become like us."
I look to her. "What are you talking about, how would I have anything to do with it?" I asked, playing dumb.
Karen scoffed, walking up to me as I looked at her, her boobs pressing against my chest.
"Joe, just because I'm a cheerleader doesn't mean I'm not smart. That fancy new ring wasn't on earlier today, and I doubt you'd wear jewelry and go outside with the chance of becoming a... beast." She paused as if she had to fight the transformation from happening again. "I want in." She simply states.
"In?" I repeat.
"Yep, In. I want you to be my wishwolf. I'll be your mate, and in exchange, you'll give me whatever I want. Like for example, I want it to always be a full moon so that I don't have to wait to change." Karen says. "What do you say?"