The trio of newly changed werewolves didn't seem to notice me. Arnold's father and
mother were licking at each other, and Arnold seemed himself to be rather enamored with his new shape. They
rose to a more standard two-legged stance, and glanced at me for a second, then sniffed at the air and climbed
the fence that surrounded their yard, leaving me alone. A minute or so later, I could hear the sound of
breaking glass at a neighbor's house, then the sounds of a family screaming. I probably should have been
worried, but my mind was on other things, particularly the raging hardon in my pants. It's one thing to
fantasize about werewolves existing, or fantasizing about seeing a transformation-it's a whole other thing to
actually have that right at your fingertips.
"I wish Arnold's sister would come out here and shift..and willingly let me have my
way with her," I said, knowing full well the power that I had acquired. Sure enough, Arnold's sister Kyra
appeared at their back door, clad in a black silk robe. She opened the door in mild confusion. She was a leggy
thing, two years older than Arnold. She had big blue eyes and mid sized tits, and her dark brown hair hung
just past her shoulders.
"Joe?" she said quietly as she slowly walked out into the backyard.
"Yup," I said. "Hey Kyra, what's up?" I was deliberately stalling, wanting her to get
out into the yard where I was, where she could have a nice view of the full moon.
"I thought I heard something outside," she said, walking up to me without hesitation.
Whether it was the wish I'd made or just her general trusting nature, I don't know. "I'm assuming my brother's
somewhere around here."
"Actually, he and your parents just ran off," I replied.
"Well, it IS a full moon," she said knowingly. I coughed slightly in surprise. "That's
right, Joe..I know what I am..and what the world will become.." she smirked at me, staring up at the sky.
"Uhh..really?" I asked. "I kind of thought this was a new thing, at least it was for
the rest of your family."
"Didn't you see the news? We've been around, just not openly. I actually got brought
into the pack by my sorority a few months ago. Though I guess for them it's a bit new," she smiled again, and
leaned in, sniffing my neck. "And yes, you dirty boy..it DID happen with hot lesbian werewolf sex. When the
moon's full, we get rather...insatiable, and the lines of sexuality get rather..blurred." She was panting
slightly, and her skin had a fine sheen of sweat building on it.
I realized that just like the rest of the "other werewolves" that had sprung up,
reality was trying to cope with my wish. While Kyra was behaving exactly (so far) within what I'd wished, the
universe was trying to give her a rationale for her behavior. It's amazing how adaptable existence as a whole
was proving to be.
"I can smell the sweet scent of lust on your skin, Joe. I can see the bulge in your
jeans too," she said, nipping my earlobe lightly as she whispered, and she slipped her hand between my legs
and rubbed the denim seductively. "Since you have neither a trace of fear in your scent, and you haven't
pushed me away yet, despite knowing what I am..the only conclusion I can draw is that you're turned on by what
I am." She growled softly into my ear. "Am I right?"
"Y.yeah," I stammered as she continued to stroke my bulge. "So..why aren't you shifting
like everyone else?"
"Because this isn't my first moonrise, silly boy. The longer you're a werewolf, the
more you can control it..though I already can feel my control slipping. My pussy is BOILING right now," she
told me, slipping a leg around me and grinding herself lightly on my hip. I could feel her juices soaking my
pants. "You can't see it, but I'm already shifting, albeit on a molecular level. Soon though, I'll reach that
tipping point, the point of no return..and.." she shuddered hard as a tremor went through her and she ground
herself harder against me. "It feels soooo goood.." she moaned softly. She reached down and undid the belt of
her robe, letting it fall open, and then off.
Her body was beyond what I'd fantasized about, and her pale skin positively shone in
the moonlight. Her hard nipples stood rigidly out from her firm and perky high-c cup breasts, and she rubbed
me firmly, her left hand against my bulge and the right stroking my back. "Do you want me, Joey?" her voice
had a slightly deeper and more husky tone.
"Absolutely," I said, unashamed of my fetish for one of the few times in my life. I'd
come clean with a few people, but always worried about being judged. Not this time, though.
"Do you want the beast as well?" she asked, gripping the front of my shirt and pulling
at it, tugging me toward her and giving me a rough kiss. Her skin was blazing hot, and her eyes had started to
yellow. "Do you want to fuck me, Joey?" Another rough kiss. Her eyes were bright yellow now. "Do you want to
stick your cock in me while I shift, Joey?" Another rough kiss, and now I could feel her claws starting to
extend, and she tore off my shirt.
I licked the side of her neck, then gave it a sharp nip. "I'm going to make you my bitch
tonight, Kyra," I said, even growling a little. "Just like I've wanted to since I was 14."
Kyra dropped to all fours with a smile, raising her ass in the air to me. "Enough talk,"
she said, focusing her eyes on the moon. "It..it's time..forrrrrrr...the rrrrrrruutttt..." Her spine started
to pop, and brown fur slowly started to sprout along her back. I didn't have to be told twice, as I dropped my
pants and quickly entered her. There was no delicacy about what we were doing; I gave it to her as hard and
fast as I could muster. I pulled her hair and reached under her, fondling her dangling tits as fur grew from
her every pore and her body stretched and grew more massive under the thrall of the moon.
The backyard was filled with the sounds of hard fucking, muscle warping, and bones
popping, along with the sounds of my human moans, and her inhuman growls and snarls. The sensation of her
vagina shifting was unlike anything I could have imagined; it clamped and unclamped tightly around me in the
rhythm of our fucking and her transformation. Every bit of what she was slowly was enveloped by an equally
beautiful bestial form, quite visibly female from head to toe. Her climax was a loud howl, loud enough to send
a flock of birds that had been roosting in one of the trees to flight. I erupted in her and pulled out, almost
too weak to stand.
And then..