"Yeah, I guess so. What do you do, say some magic words, or something?" asked Jen.
"Not exactly,my dear. My way is a lot more enjoyable...for the both of us," replied Ms. Davidson. She sat down on the couch next to Jen, tugging at the belt for her robe, letting it fall away. Reaching out, she put her hand on Jen's thigh.
"Umm...what are you doing, Ms. Davidson?" Jen asked, feeling very uncomfortable.
"For me to give you the power, you have to be with me, Jennifer," she replied, inching her way closer to Jen.
"Ms. Davidson, I...I'm not into women...I..I don't know if I can do this."
"Just close your eyes, Jennifer, I can do all of the work," her older seductress said, toying with the ends of Jen's hair.
"I..I.."Jen stammered,gulping the rest of the wine down, hoping it would ease her discomfort.
"That's a good girl," purred Ms. Davidson, "Now,just relax. You'll find this to be most pleasurable. Why don't you stretch out?"
Jen complied, and quickly found Ms. Davidson on top of her, nuzzling her neck. Jen tried to forget it was a woman she was with, trying to keep a mental image of Sam in her mind, pretending it was he who was doing these things to her. It helped a little.
Ms. Davdison slowly worked her way down from Jen's neck to her stomach. Lifting her shirt up, she began to cover Jen's torso in a multitude of light kisses and gentle nips. Unconsciously, Jen began to respond, letting out soft moans of pleasure, not sure if the tingles she felt were from the alcohol, or from her transformation starting.
With a swift motion, Ms. Davidson unhooked Jen's bra, and began to lick her areolas and nipples, smiling as they popped erect quickly, and a light coating of fur began to sprout on them. Jen's moaning grew louder, and she sat up, tearing her shirt off, wanting to be unencumbered by the fabric, not wanting her older lover to be hampered by her shirt. Taking encouragement from Jen's eagerness, the counselor redoubled her efforts on Jen's chest, causing Jen to squirm and moan in pleasure.
Jen sat up suddenly, her eyes yellow now. "Ms. Davidson...stop!" she said, an urgency in her voice.
The counselor looked puzzled, "Why, dear? Whatever for?" Jen grabbed the back of her head, pulling her towards herself, kissing her deeply. Ms. Davidson pulled back, smiling broadly. She undid her own bra, letting the slowly-emerging she-wolf reciprocate on her own breasts, enjoying the rough feeling of her tongue. Jen began to grind roughly against her older lover, her moans beginning to turn to grunts and growls as her body became more furred and her face more feral.
The Jen wolf tugged on her pants, shredding them, eager to get them off.She began to massage herself, urging the change forward.
"No!" snapped Ms. Davidson, startling Jen badly enough to actually begin reversing the change. "Let me," Ms. Davidson told her, pushing her onto her back and lowering her head to Jen's twitching vagina.
Jen bucked furiously against Ms. Davidson's face as she performed her oral pleasures on her. Fur blossomed at an incredible rate, and the humanity left Jen at high speed. Ms. Davidson, meanwhile, increased her pace, licking away quicker and quicker. As Jen's transformation peaked, Ms. Davidson took Jen's clit into her mouth and bit down as hard as she could, drawing blood.
The Jen-wolf howled, hitting an explosive orgasm like she never had before, drenching her lover's face with her juices. The howls shook the walls and windows, and even Ms. Davidson was surprised at the ferocity of Jen's climax.
When Jen's post-orgasmic quaking had stopped, she quickly began to revert to her human form, still incapable of speech for serveral minutes, even after she'd completely assumed her more mundane shape. When she was able to speak, all she could get out was simply," Ms. Davidson, that was...that was...wow!"
"NOW you're infectious, dear," was her reply.