Terri brought back a rather large bowl of beef broth, one that had small bits of roast beef in it as well.
After I'd added some crackers for substance, I wasn't sure I'd be able to finish it. But then the smell hit me
as I balanced the bowl on my lap, and I was filled with a sudden craving for it, and gobbled the bowl down
with an efficient greed. It tasted AMAZING!
Terri snickered. "Slow down, baby..you don't want to upset your stomach," she said with a semi-loving, semi-
mocking tone.
I made a conscious effort to slow down, looking at her with a smile. "It just tastes so fuckin' AMAZING!" I
told her, my eyes slightly wide.
"Well, you need the meat," she said. "Plus your senses are elevating. You're going to be re-experiencing a lot
of things in the next few days and weeks. It's kind of like being reborn, in a way." After I finished my bowl
of broth, I laid my head on Terri's chest, sniffing her reflexively.
"You're smelling better and better all the time," I said with a smile, nuzzling a breast.
She laughed softly. "So are you, love." She let out a wistful sigh then, rubbing my head and running her
fingers gently through my hair. "I can't wait until moonrise. It's the start of our new life."
Our quiet snuggle was interrupted by a hard knock on the door. Before Terri could even get up, we heard the
door open. My muscles tensed, and I sniffed the air instinctively. Whoever it was, they sure smelled good!
A moment later, Night appeared in the doorway of the room. "Well," she said, smirking as she stared at us. "I
see last night was a success. She slinked over to the bed and sat down at the foot of it. "I was just coming
by to check up on you," she told Terri. "You really need to check your texts."
Terri looked mildly embarrassed. "I've had other priorities today," she replied.
"I see that...I see that," Night said, smiling and sliding up the bed a bit, choosing to stretch out on the
other side of me. It was still rather jarring, seeing her in person. Like I'd said before, the last time I saw
her, she was a fat goth chick. Too much makeup, too-tight clothing, and just REALLY not appealing at all.
Now the makeup was either understated or non-existent. The clothing was simple; a loose-fitting t-shirt and a
long black skirt. Neither was designed to show off curves, but it was easy to see that she had a smoldering
hot body now. She was attractive now and she knew it. I shivered hard as she nuzzled her face against the side
of my neck and sniffed deeply.
"Hi there," she said with a smile.
"Hey.." I replied as my brain tried to deal with the overload of scents, now that I was sandwiched in between
two werewolf girls.
"How ya feelin'?" she asked, grinning. She clearly knew what effect she was having.
"A little bit better every hour," I replied. "It's very..intense."
"Once your brain adjusts to getting so much information from taste and scent, it gets a little less intense,"
she replied. "Things will stop being so jarring, and it'll be second nature."
She slowly crawled over me to get to Terri, dragging her body with an excruciating and deliberate pace across
mine, grinning as she had the expected effect on me.
"Well..hello AGAIN.." she said, grinning wickedly and kissing the tip of my nose as my bulge grew
involuntarily.
"It's..it's just your scent.." I stammered.
"It's fine, love," Terri reassured me.
"Yeah..it's...natural," Night said, kissing me deeply on the lips, with a tender familiarity. It wasn't the
familiarity that came from us knowing each other, but the fact that we were packmates. Quite frankly, it felt
RIGHT, kissing her like that.
She finished crawling over me, and now laid on top of Terri, snuggling her and giving her an equally deep
kiss, before turning Terri's head to kiss me. I scooted closer to Terri and wrapped an arm over Night,
cuddling them both. It felt good, it felt right, and I felt somehow more secure, having two of them near me.
They were like me. They were werewolves. They were MY packmates. It was almost scary how right it felt, how
quickly my brain was adapting to what could only be called a bit of an odd situation.