"NO, BECKY!" you scream. "We've been friends for too long. I'm with you all the way..."
Your words trail off as you watch your best friend change. Light brown fur is spreading all over her body
as she kicks off her white and silver tennis shoes, revealing the tips of growing claws poking through the
grey toes of her white athletic socks. She drops to her knees as her body heaves, her muscles expanding and
growing as her ears grow pointed and begin moving to the top of her head. Her moans and growls become whimpers
as the back of her jean cut-off shorts rip open to free her new bushy tail. She looks up at you, snarling as
her eyeteeth lengthen into razor sharp fangs, reaching her now clawed hand toward you. Its still her face
behind the fangs, despite the blackening nose, sharp fangs and tufts of fur on her cheeks, and you can tell
part of her is still in there from the her tears. You can't let her go through this alone, so you kneel down
beside her, embracing your best friend as her body continues to change.
Suddenly she growls loudly and shoves you to the ground on your back. You look up at her in shock as she
slowly moves closer to you, still shaking as she continues to change.
"I told you what would happen if you didn't run," she growls in a deep animalistic voice before she pulls
your black canvas tennis shoes off, pressing her face to the soles of your white-socked feet and inhaling your
scent deeply with her growing sense of smell. Then she slowly runs her tongue up the inside of your leg until
her face is hidden under your denim skirt. Using her new fangs she tears a hole in your panties and runs her
tongue along your labia and clit before driving it deep inside you, making you moan and breaking you out of
your shock at her new behavior. You always knew she was bi, but you never thought she would follow through on
her earlier threat.
You had never had lesbian urges before, but as shocked as you are by her actions, you can't deny a
stirring of pleasure, also. Her clawed hands grip your thighs tightly as she licks along your inner walls, her
tongue vibrating as you hear the cracks and wet pops of her face reshaping. Her cold, wet, canine nose and
mouth pulling forward and fusing together into a narrow wolfish muzzle, allowing her to go deeper inside you
than the tongue of any guy who has gone down on you before. Her body continues to expand between your legs,
her changes completing with a long loud howl and the sound of ripping cloth as her feet lengthen and reshape
into paws, tearing the rest of the way through the ends of her socks.
When the howl ends, she drives back into you, licking like crazy, her new face pressed hard against your
flesh. Pressed so hard, in fact, that her fangs are scraping lightly against the sensitive skin around your
vagina, making you moan louder. Her claws grip harder, the claws scratching your thighs lightly. Between her
fangs, tongue and claws, the infection and incubation progresses quickly in your blood, and you feel the pull
of the moon as your best friend "mates" with you.
You wrap your legs as far around her muscular, monstrous form and buck your hips in rhythm with her
tongue, gripping her shoulders with one hand, the growing claws digging into her fur, as the other scrabbles
for purchase in the dirt beside you. Your growing blonde fur only heightens the sensations as it rubs against
hers. You feel a slight discomfort as your tail grows out and down between your legs, wagging against her
breasts as she continues licking you, in a frenzy as your scent and taste changes. Your voice shifts from that
of a 23-year-old young woman to that of an animal, joining Becky's in loud growls. So loud that neither of you
hears your white and red concert t-shirt rip up the front to accommodate your growing muscles. The waist of
your skirt is constricting now as your body and legs continue to grow, bristling with your thick soft golden
fur. Your longer legs are now wrapped completely around her body, your white socks rubbing up and down Becky's
furry back as you continue to writhe in pain and pleasure. You feel your face pulling forward, your long fangs
cutting at your blackened lips as youe head turns to that of a huge werewolf. Your feet rip through the ends
of your once loose socks and form paws as you climax simultaneously with your completing transformation.
Becky pulls her snout out of you, licking your juices from her muzzle as you both climb to your hind
paws. You look at each other, your once petite beautiful human bodies have become powerful creatures of the
night. The only traces of your former humanity are the tattered, too small remains of your shirt and skirt,
and her shorts and the torn cotton sheaths around your ankles. New instincts are flooding your minds and you
lope off together to find more of your fellow passengers from the ferry to expand your new pack and bring more
girls into your new sisterhood....