I followed Veronica into the kitchen, partly from sheer attraction to her (she smelled and looked SO GOOD) and
partly because I wanted a private tete-a-tete with her. "Make yourself comfortable," I told Meagan as I
gestured to the couches.
"Mm..mmhmm..." she said, smiling and nodding, then brushing her hair nervously, very much looking like she was
hot and bothered from Veronica's flirtatious suggestion moments earlier.
"Everything okay, love?" Veronica asked me, casting me a seductive smile with an over the shoulder glance. She
was busily working at the island in the middle of the kitchen, mixing drinks up with a practiced hand.
"Yeah..though I'm slightly confused at how you know all about being a werewolf, but I don't," I told her.
Perhaps I shouldn't be so openly vulnerable with her, I knew..but it felt like I could genuinely trust her.
"I have a theory on that," she replied. "When you cast the spell that made me a werewolf, it rewrote my
history. I KNOW that I wasn't a werewolf my whole life..but I have memories of it. I can remember my first
change, and my parents preparing me for it. I can remember the first time I killed an animal, a human..the
first time I had sex ..with both a human and the first time with another werewolf. All these details are
overlapping my original memories. Because I practice magic and was at the epicenter of your spell, or wish, or
whatever you want to call it, somehow I've been able to keep them straight, though the new memories take
precedence, and they're overwriting what was. All those other people you affected-they probably don't have any
memory of anything different from what you wished. And you..because you're the one who did it, you exist
outside of the mind-altering effects of the wish. So while you wished yourself into a werewolf, it's
impossible for it to alter your memories. If you'd ALWAYS been one, you wouldn't have made the wish, so there
would be a paradox. But that's really just a theory."
I smiled and nuzzled her, not caring that we had a guest and that we might be ignoring her for too long. I
turned her around to face me and leaned my forehead against hers. "You're pretty smart, you know that?" I
asked her with a smile. My hand slid up her leg and parted the robe slightly and my fingers caressed her inner
thigh. I was ragingly attracted to her, and my cock hardened as I could smell her mildly musky scent much more
clearly as I stimulated her.
"Down boy," she said playfully, nipping my bottom lip, then pulling me in for a long, wet kiss. "We'll have
time for that soon enough." She put a couple drinks in my hands.
"What're these?" I asked her. I sniffed, but couldn't smell any one specific scent strongly enough to really
place it, beyond the artificially fruity smell of the juice she'd used as one ingredient.
"Tasty and alcoholic. And that's all you need to know," she said with an impish grin. "Well..there is one
other thing.." She took the drinks out of my hands and put them back on the island. Suddenly her hand was on
my crotch, and her eyes had faded slightly. She squeezed my immediately hard dick through my jeans as she
pressed against me tightly and nipped my neck. "Tonight..I look forward to finally seeing my alpha transform
and FUCK me hard and totally claim me as his own true mate."
Her eyes turned back to their normal bright blue and she smiled in a faux-innocent way at me, the sparkle in
her eyes letting me know that she was feeling rather mischievous. "That's all," she said, sticking her tongue
out playfully as she stuck a drink in either hand. She sashayed out of the kitchen, giving me another come-
hither look over her shoulder and swinging her tight little ass rather theatrically to further tease me.
We rejoined Meagan in the living room, where she'd stayed sitting on one of the leather couches, looking out
the window. Veronica handed her the drink she carried, then took one of the two I held for herself. "Welcome
to the pack..to the family, officially," Veronica said, clinking her glass against Meagan's with a smile.
Meagan smiled. "Thanks..gosh..tonight's been so weird," she said with a laugh.
"I'm sure it's been a bit much to take in," Veronica said sympathetically.
"Yeah, it is..I'm sure it's going to take a bit of getting used to," Meagan said. "MMmmmmm!" she exclaimed as
she sipped the drink. "This is tasty, what's in it?"
"A bit of this, and a bit of that," Veronica said, drinking her own. I finally tried a sip, and it was
incredible; I could barely taste the alcohol or pinpoint the mix of fruit juices and liquors she'd used.
"So..umm, at the risk of asking a stupid question, how does this whole pack thing work?" Meagan asked. She
sounded rather embarrassed at even voicing it.
"Not a stupid question, sweetheart," Veronica said. "I think either of us would rather you ask questions than
act unknowingly." I nodded in agreement. No need for Meagan to know that I was curious exactly how packs
worked as well. Meagan looked relieved.
"Most packs range between five and seven members. Obviously, they grow as pack members have children, but
usually there's a point where the pack will splinter off into two separate ones, or individual members move
away or break off to form their own independent packs.”
“So, if packs are family units, why do they split away from each other? Wouldn't a massive super-pack be safer
and more powerful?” Meagan asked rather perceptively.
“Well, yes and no. Packs are normally ruled by a mated pair,” Veronica said, “Like Joe and me. While the
alphas may listen to advice or requests, they're not bound to anyone else's authority. A pack isn't really a
democracy; it's a dictatorship. A benevolent dictatorship usually, but a dictatorship. But we're these
incredibly powerful creatures, and arguments happen sometimes, and the fights can get ugly. Usually though,
one wolf or two will split off, before things get fatal.”
Meagan cocked her head to the side quizically. “So what do werewolves get into fights about?”
“Dominance, usually,” Veronica told her, then paused again for a moment before adding, “Usually sex.” Veronica
took a long drink before continuing. “Werewolves are very sexual creatures, Meagan. The transformation sets
every nerve ending ablaze..and we succumb to passion very easily. Females, in particular, are prone to
bisexuality.”
“That's not an issue for me,” Meagan said, blushing again slightly, then gulping about half of her drink down.
“I've always been into both guys and girls...probably a little more into girls than guys, if I'm being honest.
That's why working in a strip club sounded like a great idea..I could see my share of naked girls and horny
guys.” She giggled. “Gosh, that probably makes me sound even MORE like a whore..ughh..” She laughed and gulped
the rest of her drink down. “But...yeah, I..go both ways, and well..I really like sex..”
Veronica smiled. “And there's nothing to be ashamed about either of those things, though you're probably going
to find your sexual hunger to be cranked up a few notches comparatively. It's totally normal. In fact, even
lifetime lesbians have been known to start swinging toward males..and previously straight individuals almost
universally slide bisexual. Males too,” she added, glancing at me. “It's because we end up being SO sensitive
at least when the change is upon us that we..well, we simply can't stop ourselves, particularly during the
full moon.”
“So the full moon thing is true? I thought that was pure Hollywood,” Meagan said.
“I'll explain after I grab you another drink,” Veronica told her. She hopped up and took Meagan's glass,
returning a minute later with a freshly mixed drink.
“You read my mind,” Meagan said with a grin as she immediately started to drink again, but this time, she
slowly ran her tongue around the rim of the glass, pointedly staring at the two of us with a mildly lusty
look.
Veronica smiled at her, pointedly not avoiding Meagan's gaze. “The full moon does have the expected effect on
us. While we can change at will with practice, we're rarely prevented from achieving the transformation if we
have the means to trigger it. But the moon..when it's full, and shining in the sky, it forces us to change.
It's overwhelming. We have no control. Some of us can hold it back if we're out of view of the moon..but the
moment we see it, even the most experienced of us succumb to the change. And..it's even more intense than the
change you felt earlier tonight.”
Meagan's eyes widened. “R-Really?” One hand drifted to her chest and lightly rubbed her left nipple. She bit
her bottom lip in a combination of nervousness and excitement. “That's..umm..got to feel overwhelming.”
Veronica smiled and gave me another sidelong look from the corner of her eye, but remained largely focused on
Meagan. “When you changed earlier..you grew about a foot, and you put on somewhere between fifty and seventy
five pounds of pure muscle. The full moon emphasizes every bit of our animal side...you'll easily gain two
feet, and two HUNDRED pounds of muscle. That happens to ALL of us. We become massive beasts, fully ruled by
our animal natures until sunrise.”
“Oh wow..” Meagan replied softly. She didn't even seem to notice she was now perpetually rubbing her chest and
even teasing at her nipples lightly. My senses picked up the stronger smell of the wolf starting to emanate
from her as she finished her second drink. Once again, Veronica smiled and got her another one.
“I'm not sure I need another one of these,” Meagan said with a half giggle. “I'm starting to feel..weird.
Like..good weird, but weird.”
Veronica smiled a bit knowingly, but said nothing about it. “The other effect of the full moon is to usually
cause us to entirely lose control of every inhibition as we transform and shortly thereafter. It's quite
common for the male to take every female in his pack during the full moon.”
I was a little surprised at that. I mean..yes, I would definitely have had sex with Meagan now that she was a
werewolf, but Veronica seemed more than okay with it. Meagan looked more than a little shocked, however.
“Uh, I thought he was your mate?” she asked.
Veronica shook her head slightly as she finished her drink. “He is..but it's not the way you're thinking.” She
got myself and her another drink, then returned again. My head was swimming already from the potent beverage,
and I was starting to become acutely aware of a growing arousal on my part. Actually, that's putting it
mildly. I was having a really hard time hiding my hard-on. I could smell both girls with overwhelming clarity,
and it was becoming problematic.
Veronica leaned against me and took one of my hands. She rubbed it against her cheek and kissed it, then
snuggled against me and laid her head on my chest. “He IS my mate. He IS my one. He is the man that soothes my
beast, and the beast that ravages my femininity. He is the one that will father my pups. He is the only one
who will lay with me when I am in heat, and I am the only bitch that he will lay with while she is in heat. I
will support him over all other wolves, and he will support me over all other wolves. We are mates for life,
and will defend each other to the death, if need be.”
A soft growl came out of my throat as I nuzzled the top of Veronica's head. It was a contented growl, one that
encapsulated my warm feelings for her, and my possession of her, along with her possession of me. It was
entirely unbidden and while it shocked me on some level, it felt entirely natural.
Veronica kept her head on my chest and lazily ran her fingers along my thigh, even venturing further inward
and rubbing my bulge, sending shivers up my spine. My heartbeat was starting to increase noticeably, and the
room felt considerably warmer. Veronica sat up, smiling at me and laying a long kiss on my lips, and now slid
a hand under my shirt, teasing my chest with her nails. I gulped down the rest of my drink after she broke the
kiss. I was incredibly thirsty. Sweat beaded on my forehead. Meagan watched us, seemingly fascinated.
“But we are sensual creatures as well,” Veronica said. “Sex in our world is many things. It is dominance. It
is pleasure. It marks our bond, and it marks our claim on each other. Sex is not the same as mating, or being
someone's mate. Do you understand?”
Meagan's eyes were wide again, like they had been back at the club. Her drink was empty, and one hand rubbed
her chest, while the other was scraping nails down the thigh of her pantleg. “Umm...uhh..y-yeah,” she replied.
“While we both claimed you by word earlier, we have not claimed you by deed, Meagan,” Veronica said, her voice
soft and hungry as she undid my pants and guided my cock out of my boxers. It didn't even strike me as odd
that Veronica was teasing another girl with my dick, probably because she was slowly stroking it, making
conscious thought very difficult. My heartbeat was through the roof, and my body burned with heat. I felt like
I was running a fever of 105 degrees.
“No..” Meagan said softly. “You..you..rrrrrrrr...” that soft croaking groan-growl of hers slipped out as she
began to lose control. “You haven't..”
Veronica smiled and slipped out of the robe, even as her hand kept stroking me. “Would you like us to claim
you, Meagan? Would you like us to claim you with our bodies tonight?”