First, John felt his senses tingling. A sensation of heat began to spread out across his body from his lower torso. Then he started to fur up - a rolling mass of brown hairs rippled outwards, enveloping his stomach, chest, neck and arms; whilst also covering his legs at the same time. Bones everywhere creaked and popped, as they became stretched, twisted, and re-aligned - and his now-hairy hands turned into talon-tipped forepaws.
John's slight frame developed muscle and strength - and he gasped as the moonlight-induced change took full possession of him, bestowing the new initiate with a furry tail and sharper senses. His feet altered, and he now stood upon the balls of his hind paws, whilst his heels flowed upwards, to become part of his lupine-like legs - which were now identical to Carrie's. Like his wife, he did not gain or lose mass - he was simply becoming a humanoid-shaped, biped wolf.
John stumbled as his body realigned itself, only to be grabbed by Carrie. He gave a drawn-out cry that deepened into a growl, as the agonizing metamorphosis reached a peak, and his now-furred face pushed out into a muzzle. His fangs and twitching, pointed ears grew into place, and the world around John turned into a mosaic of varying tones of grey. The brightest light was that which registered the heat from the wolf woman supporting him.
In the next few moments, the mental battle between animal instincts and human thoughts dissolved, as wolf and man came together in spirit. Now he was whole.
It was done.
John panted, allowing his longer tongue to roll out over his lower fangs, as he recovered from the incredible magic of the transformation. His fur-insulated body felt strong. His first hind paw steps were shaky, as Carrie carefully let go of him - but then he gained confidence. He brushed his pelt, and marvelled at its touch.
He sniffed. The musky scent of the fellow werewolf with him was far clearer, and laced with the rubbed-on human tang of the man he had been, minutes ago. Now he was more than human. Both he and Carrie were stronger, better. They were special.
Giving in to his new instincts, John tilted back his lupine head and howled his thanks to the watching moon. Carrie joined in with him eagerly, as they celebrated their joint re-births together. More howls echoed from afar - the responding cries of their kin.
Carrie caressed her husband's cranial fur, and smiled. "Happy..., John?" she breathed.
"Yes... Thank you..., Car-rie!" John growled. He licked his wife's dark nose. "This suit...feels...good."
Carrie pulled him into her embrace, and savoured the feel of her wolf man. He winced.
"Oww! Your...claws!" he protested.
"Sor-ry." She examined the cut on her companion's shoulder, and licked at it. The injury soon healed.
John gave a lupine grin. "Scratch my back...and I'll...scratch yours!" He proceeded to do just that, and pressed his tongue to the wound, lapping gently at his companion's blood. Next, he turned his attention to Carrie's four small teats, and nipped at each of them. Carrie moaned, and ran her forepaw along John's sheath and furred belly.
The wolf man growled happily and smiled. "That...tickles!"
"Good!" Carrie replied huskily.
John licked his fangs, and flung himself upon his wife. As the two werewolves rolled underneath the tree, they met face-on in a tickling match, yelping wildly in excitement. Next, they began rubbing their cold noses against each other - then their playful nips turned into deeper bites. However, their wounds soon healed over, thanks to the saliva-filled licks they exchanged as a new expression of the profound love which they shared.
Finally, taking a moment to recuperate from their play-fighting, John and Carrie rested in the courtyard. Their pointed ears pricked at the sound of prey moving - and they soon dived upon the pair of mice scuttling around. After gulping down their suppers, the werewolf couple retreated back into the shop, to cuddle up together and sleep for the night.