Despite how shocked I was, I couldn't deny how turned on I was
by her. Though admittedly, I barely had noticed her even in the past
week, now it was nearly impossible to look away. I sat down on the
couch next to her, stretching an arm out across the top of the
cushion. She smiled back, looking quite pleased.
"So, you like the new me?" she asked, though it was far more
of a statement or observation.
"Very much," I replied. Feeling mildly guilty at my hand in
creating the situation, I asked her, "Do you?"
She nodded wordlessly, then scooted closer to me, leaning in
for a kiss, which I eagerly and deeply joined her in. I could feel
everything in hyper-detail as my heart hammered. My tongue and hers
intertwined, and it sent shivers up my back. Her fingertips gripped my
shoulders more tightly, and as she pressed against me, I could feel
her nipples harden as the soft flesh of her breasts rubbed against my
chest, even through our clothing. She lightly nipped my bottom lip,
tugging it slightly as she pulled away.
"I can't wait until moonrise," she whispered, stroking a
finger along my cheek. "Then I can turn you and we can howl together."
I was mildly surprised that in fact, I DID want this. I
leaned my head into her gentle touch. "I wish we were only a few
minutes from moonrise right now." The words fell out of my mouth, and
the room seemed to spin. I managed to glance at the clock, and I saw
its hands spinning fast. The sunlight and shadows danced across the
room, and the light dimmed as she and I gasped as our minds tried to
comprehend what reality-shifting was occurring.
"What the hell?" Kyra asked, shaking her head in confusion.
The room was darkened now, and the clock on the wall read 6:55. It was
five minutes until the moon crested the horizon. "I..I don't
understand..what happened..but...I..I don't care!" she grinned wildly
at me. "Not long now," she said, before kissing me hard again, nipping
my bottom lip once more.
"What's it feel like?" I asked.
"It's hard to describe," she said, continuing to touch me,
pushing tightly against me. "It's mind-blowingly pleasurable," she
said, reaching her hand down to my crotch and rubbing a bit,
ascertaining I was hard. "And you feel strong..and..better..."
Soft white light was beginning to slip through the
curtains. The moon was up in the sky, seemingly a bit early. Her
temperature soared. "Mmmhh.." she moaned as she kissed me, taking my
left hand and guiding it up under her skirt, where I could feel a
veritable blast furnace radiating from her panties. "Take..take me.."
she whispered in my ear, even as she nipped my earlobe and rocked
against my fingers. "Take me while..mmhh...while I
shift..you're..you're the only boy I ever wanted..let your last time
as a human be with me.." It was the soft plea of a girl, a slight
remnant of the innocent thing she'd been. Was this what I really
wanted? I could unwish all of it. Or I could give in.