"Do we have to kill him?" Justine asks. "He seems so nice."
"Yeah," Lisa adds, "Come on, Marsha, is this REALLY necessary?"
Marsha smiles at you, coldly and cruelly, "Don't get your hopes up, Chad. I ALWAYS win these discussions. I'm sure you've figured out by now what we are."
"Yeah," you reply, knowing there's no point in lying about it. Your situation couldn't really get much worse in the grand scheme of things. "You're werewolves."
"I'm glad you didn't choose to make things any worse by calling us 'psychos', or 'bitches'. I mean, yes, that term would be correct, but it's still insulting, given the context you'd be using it in," Marsha says, enjoying the moment.
"Look, seriously, I can keep my mouth shut. Just let me live, what's the point of killing me anyway?" You ask, trying to reason with Marsha.
"My girls haven't tasted very much human flesh," she says, "It's made them weak; they don't yet understand the order of things, but all that's going to change." Marsha walks away from the couch, heading to the sliding door, which leads to your apartment balcony. "Speaking of which..." she pulls the venitian blinds away from the door, flooding the room with moonlight, "It's time to change, girls."
"N...no," stammers Justine, "M..Marsha, not this one!" Her eyes are yellow already. She's struggling to hold the change back, but slowly losing.
"Mmmrrrr..." Lisa growl-moans. Her green eyes have begun to fade to yellow, but she's still in control of herself, for the moment. "Marrrsha, let's just go. He'sss harrrmless," she says, but you can see her canines have begun to enlongate. Like it or not, the moon's having the standard effect on both girls.
"Come on girls," you say, trying to save your skin, "You can fight this! You don't have to be slaves to it!" For a moment, you think you might have succeeded. It sure seemed like it, anyway. Justine's trembling stopped, and Lisa's minor changes actually reversed. Marsha, however, had other ideas.
"You think you're going to win this?" Marsha says, snarling. "All my girls need is a little encouragement, and I know just the sort to provide." Marsha, who had been wearing a black sundress, pulls the straps down, revealing that was ALL she'd been wearing. "Girls," she said, stalking nude around them, reaching out, stroking their faces, "Give into it."
Lisa and Justine's tremors began again, stronger this time. "No...nn...nooo!" Justine said, her ears lengthening.
"Grr....'Mon, Marsha, let'sss...grrooo," Lisa said, but her eyes were yellow as well now. Sweat beaded her forehead. Her nipples were standing straight out against the fabric of the tank top she wore.
"They don't want to do this, Marsha!" you plead, still hoping you can stop this. "Justine, Lisa, I KNOW you don't want to do this, but you've got to fight it." Your words continue to have an effect, as both girls get themselves under control once more. Lisa closes her eyes, and when she reopens them, they're far more green than yellow. Justne rubs her temples, and her changes appear to revert at least slightly, though she's still yellow eyed.
Marsha doesn't seem bothered by you at all now, however. She doesn't even acknowledge you've said anything. She stalks behind Lisa, kissing the nape of her neck. "Look at the moon, Lisa," she says, sliding a hand under her tank top.
Lisa complies, almost seeming to be hypnotized. "M..moon..." she says, dreamily. Marsha continues, sliding the other hand under the tank top, massaging Lisa's breasts.
"Can't you feel it?" Marsha says, "the moon on your skin?" Lisa begins to pour sweat, her eyes yellowing. She doesn't resist Marsha, instead continuing to stare out the window at the moon.
"Hot...hot...so..hot," Lisa mumbles.
Marsha pulls the tank top off of Lisa in a fluid motion, eliciting a moan from her, and a sympathetic moan from Justine, who's not watching the moon but watching them. Lisa is beginning to tremble now, red fur blossoming on her arms and torso. Her nails have lengthened into claws. "Moon..hot..moon..hot...hot..HOT...HOT!" Lisa says, pulling away from Marsha frantically. For a moment you still hope there's a chance she might regain control, but in a fraction of a second, you realize it's too late.
Her bra snaps away, unable to keep itself hooked as her body gains muscle mass. Her pendulous tits twitch and pulse, blooming red fur. With taloned claws, she tears away her skirt, then her panties, her pussy twitching in the moon's light.