"Car-Carrie?" John, croaked, almost dumbstruck.
In the next moment, Carrie wrapped her reformed leg around her husband's - then twisted, and brought both of them down into the bushes. John yelled, and tried to fight his way free. They ended up lying side by side.
Carrie snarled at him. "No...! Do...not...fear me, John! This is just...a temporary costume. Let's have...some fun, tonight...darling!"
"You're... You're a werewolf! How...!?"
Still trying to master the art of human speech whilst possessing a wolf's mouth, Carrie related the incident of the furred bikini in the hire costumes store to John.
"It...merged with you!? A magical garment? Crikey!" John allowed all this to sink in. Finally, he stammered. "Can - can I stroke you, Carrie?"
She grinned. "Please...do."
John ran his shaking free hand through his wife's thick pelt. Her body was lean, warm, and felt taut with powerful muscles. She gave a faint growl, as he stroked the back of her head. John paused, then relaxed, as he realised she was approving the attention he was giving her. Eventually, he sat upright with Carrie, and brushed her tail.
"You're...amazing!" he breathed.
She gave a lupine smile of satisfaction, then moved. Grabbing John once more with her arms, the wolf woman began to nip playfully at her husband's ear, as she unbuttoned his shirt and rubbed his chest.
"Carrie - stop!" he panicked. "Where do you think this will get us? Leave my ear alone, now! And my neck! Oww!!"
Carrie froze, eyes widening. Her fangs had just punctured the skin of John's neck, and now she could smell his blood. Automatically, she licked at the wound as her companion squirmed within her firm grasp.
Suddenly, he seemed to go limp. John gingerly felt at the wound - only to find it wasn't as bad as he feared. It had stopped bleeding.
"Sor...ry, honey," Carrie rumbled. She kept herself still, awaiting his reaction.
John felt disorientated for a moment, then his mind cleared. Suddenly, he knew what he wanted to do next...
"That shop is still open, isn't it?" he asked Carrie.
"Yes... Open until...late."
"Let's go there, then!" John grinned. He was feeling cheerful now. He wasn't afraid of the new Carrie, anymore. How could he be? The love between them was too strong - and the night was young...
He reached out and tickled his wife's whiskers, making her smile. Then, picking up Carrie's clothes and handbag, John started making his way towards the costume store - his she-werewolf companion loping besides him, arm entwined with his.