“So seriously...I can live here?” Meagan asked, still seemingly in disbelief.
“Yeah. You'll get your own room and everything, “ I told her. “Now don't get the wrong idea..it's not like
every night, you're going to find yourself in our bed.”
“But,” Veronica interrupted, “Affections don't need to be hidden, either.” She nuzzled against Meagan's neck
and gave her a soft nip, which caused Meagan to shudder.
“Mmmmhhh...” Meagan moaned softly and sighed happily. “So will I change every time I have sex?”
Veronica nodded. “Most of the time, you'll at least have some changes happen, usually nails, ears and teeth,
and at least a little bit of fur. A lot of it depends on how gentle the sex is. Slower paced sex tends to keep
us in human form, but hard, doggystyle sex with hair pulling and nails down the back calls the beast out of us
rather severely. Like anything else though, the longer you're a werewolf, the more control you'll have over
it. Through concentration, you'd be able to hold your human shape almost perfectly, I'd imagine, though why
you'd want to do so is beyond me.” She nipped Meagan's earlobe and whispered softly. “You're a beautiful girl,
and even more beautiful when you're in the throes of the change.
Meagan smiled at her, blushing slightly. “Flattery will get you everywhere with me..” She kissed Veronica, and
then gave me one as well. She nestled down underneath the blankets, one hand resting on my thigh and the other
on Veronica's.
“Speaking of the change..you said it was adrenalin triggered, right?” Meagan asked.
“Right,” Veronica replied. “Mostly. There's a sort of..x-factor involved, almost a psychological aspect, I
guess you could say.”
Meagan gave her usual cocked-head response. “Like what? I mean..I know it probably won't matter, because
well..if I ever really want to put on my fur coat, I bet I could entice you guys...but it's probably something
good for me to know. Just in case I'm in a situation where you're not around, or I can't slip away to get
myself off.”
Veronica smiled again, this time clearly proud of our new protege. “I'm glad you're thinking of these things.
If adrenalin was the only ingredient, even something simple, like hard exercise would be enough to trigger a
change. You have to want it..want it deeply and whole-heartedly. You have to turn what's normally an
involuntary response into a voluntary one. In general, to even be close to the threshold of transformation,
your heart rate has to be pushing 150 beats a minute. That's why sex is so efficient, because it jacks your
heartrate and is inherently primal. Shallow breaths help; so does hyperventilating. I'm sure that you could
get your heart going near that with some exercise, but you'd still have to push yourself over that edge.”
“Hmm..” Meagan said, clearly trying to grasp the idea.
“I wish we had like a 'how to' DVD that would teach new werewolves how to force their shift,” I mused, not
even thinking of my wording.
“There is,” Veronica said, smirking in her private knowledge that a moment before this there hadn't been.
“It's on top of the dresser, right by the dvd player.” She nodded in the direction of the bureau opposite the
foot of our bed. There was another flatscreen tv positioned for bedtime television viewing, along with a dvd
player on the bureau itself. “Do you want to start your training now, Meagan?” Veronica asked.