"I'll do it. Take me to him," Jen said, trying not to show her unease. Ms. Davidson led her out of the living room and up a flight of stairs, then down a long hallway. Opening a set of double doors, she revealed an ornately decorated bedroom, draped in more tapestries. Bound to a four-poster bed was Kyle.
"Wha-what's going on?" He asked, sounding frightened.
Jen sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at Kyle's frail and all too human form. She tried to mentally prepare herself for what she was about to do, but she wanted answers. "Kyle's the other infectious werewolf? But he used 'transform or dare' on me just a couple of days ago!" Looking at Kyle, she asked, "Why didn't you just bite me?"
"Because I never wanted you to be a werewolf. In fact, I wasn't even sure how you became one, until my dark mistress told me the story this evening. I didn't want you to have the power, I wanted you to be forever trapped as a dog," he was quietly defiant, but still very obviously frightened.
"In a moment of weakness, a few months ago I used the 'transform or dare' power on Kyle, a power I had horded for nearly twenty years," began Ms. Davidson. "I had taken him as a lover late last year, feeling sorry for an obviously intelligent young man. I asked him his greatest wish one night, while we laid together in that very bed. He told me it was to become a werewolf. I used the power on him so I would not have to take his soul. But I made him swear to me that he would never use the power, so long as I lived.
Instead, he broke his word to me. Now, he needs to see the consequences of his actions." The flames were dancing in her eyes. "Jennifer, finish him off!" she commanded.
"Jen..please don't.." begged Kyle, his eyes wide as he finally realized what was about to happen.
"Shh..Kyle," Jen said, putting a finger over his lips, " This is hard enough already." Jen stretched her hands down to her labia, beginning to massage herself slowly, closing her eyes, wanting to shut out the image of Kyle begging for his life.
Kyle's pleading intensified as he saw Jen's body begin to tremble and heard the popping, puckering, wet sound of her flesh and bones reforming. "Jen! Please! Stop! No! Mistress, I'm sorry!" Kyle screamed, struggling against his bonds.
The commotion he made snapped Jen out of her trance-like state. She looked at Kyle, the tears running down his face, and immediately lost all arousal. "Ms. Davidson, I don't think I can do this," she whispered, slightly frightened and ashamed.
"You're going to have to desensitize yourself to this sort of thing, Jennifer," scolded Ms. Davidson.
"It's just...it's like murder...he doesn't even have a chance. I can't just kill a helpless human," Jen told her, hoping she wouldn't incur a similar fate.
Ms. Davidson smiled a cold smile, "I understand, dear.
I'll eliminate that concern for you." She raised her right hand in the air, and Jen could see a ball of white energy growing larger inside her hand. The ball grew to fist size, and then Ms. Davidson threw it at the ceiling of the room, bathing it in a pale glow. "If I were you, I'd act quickly, Jennifer. That's magickal moonlight."
It took Jen a moment to register what she'd been told, and sure enough, Kyle was writhing on the bed, shaking its frame as his body began to warp. Kyle was looking at her with now-glowing eyes,as his face began to stretch. Jen estimated she had about one minute before he was completely animal, and very deadly.
Jen climbed on top of his struggling form, quickly guiding his member into her, grinding as hard as she could. Though this didn't quicken his change, it did hers. She urged the animal inside of her, wanting to complete her own transformation before he did, and before their new anatomies made the position impossible.
She felt her face stretch into a muzzle, which was just what she was waiting for. Jen pounced forward, tearing the throat out of the still-bound werewolf Kyle. He tried to howl in pain, but the only noise Kyle could make was a gurgling sound. A look of shock passed through its eyes, and then he went limp. For the final time, Kyle's body regressed to his human form.
Still hungry, the Jen-wolf ravaged the corpse, gobbling down the internal organs, tearing chunks of flesh off and growling a satisfied growl. Having mutilated and consumed the majority of her victim, the Jen-wolf let out a satisfied howl and began to shrink back into her old form.
"Very nice, Jennifer. I knew you had it in you," Ms. Davidson told her, playfully waggling a forked tongue at Jen, who took a step back in shock. "What? My tongue? Dear girl, why did you think you enjoyed my work on you down there? Don't act so repulsed, it does wonders in the bedroom."
Jen blushed hard. "You said something about a reward?"
"I knew you wouldn't forget about that; you and I are going to work well together," she purred, walking over to Jen and licking some blood off of her face, causing Jen to shiver.