Duncan laughed, a bit uneasy, "That's a new one on me, nobody's ever called me a wolf before." He didn't like the way Esmerelda was acting. She seemed like she was bordering on psychosis.
"Actually, I take that back," Esmerelda said, "You're not a real wolf at all- real wolves mate for life!" She spun away from him, walking over to the window in the motel room.
"Look, sweet thing," said Duncan, "I met you just tonight, and you're lying if you say that you didn't want me to fuck you! I don't know what fucking planet you came from, but it sure as hell isn't earth! Just because we fucked doesn't mean we should get married! I'm fucking sixteen years old, hell, I can't even GET married until I'm 18!"
Esmerelda turned back to Duncan, her eyes misty with the hurt of his words. "Wolves mate for life!" she said again, turning her back to him once more, pulling the curtains apart, staring out at the night sky.
"Once again, I'd like to point out that we're NOT fucking wolves!" Duncan snapped, pulling his pants on. He was debating the merits of leaving the crazed girl here at the motel; it's not like she would find him again, he told himself.
"Not wolves?" Esmerelda asked, "I suggest you speak for yourself, lover." She stared out at the night sky...and up at the full moon. She grunted slightly, doubling over for a moment.
Though he had no intention of marrying her, Duncan had a gentlemanly streak in him, and at first stepped forward to make sure she was okay. That was when he noticed Esmerelda's spine bowing and popping, and the black fur beginning to sprout from her back. "What the..what the HELL?!" he exclaimed, not really comprehending what he was seeing.
Long and pointed ears began to push up through her hair, and she looked at him with a feral and malevolent smile from her fang filled mouth. Her eyes were filled with a bestial intelligence now, glowing a luminous yellow. Her breasts shrank slightly, and were obscured by the fast-growing fur, though they were joined by two smaller sets that blossomed on her torso beneath them. Her fingernails, so delicate and manicured pushed out, becoming replaced by jet black talons. A black tail blossomed from her ass, and her face stretched forward into a muzzle, her nose blackening.
Duncan's mind whirled - had that REALLY been the girl he'd fucked? This hulking beast? "Woah, woah, woah," he said, suddenly pleading. (And wishing that he hadn't been so blunt with her.)
The shewolf continued to gain muscle mass and size, rising up on her hind legs, fully bipedal. She now was easily six and a half feet tall, and weighing over three hundred pounds. She howled loudly, then advanced on Duncan, snarling quite menacingly.