Martha Anderson awoke with a start, at first uncertain where she was.
Then she saw Samantha and her wife Frances laying beside her. The two werecats looked beautiful to Martha. That was when she realized that she was now a werecat too!
THEY DID IT! she wanted to scream in ecstasy, so happy about starting her new life, but didn't want to awaken her friends and lovers.
Martha spent some time looking over her sleek new feline form, using one paw to play with her tail as the other caressed the brown fur all across her changed body. It was an unique contrast to Frances' auburn/reddish orange fur and Samantha's more tabby like coloring.
The candles that had lit the room had all burned out, but the fact that she could now see in the dark was not lost on Martha either.
Martha quietly sat up, and then looked down at her sleeping friends.
She had arrived at their place around 5:30 that evening, and it was only a little after 10 pm now according to the clock radio on the night stand. Yet Martha didn't want to sleep any more.
In fact, there was one thing she wanted to do more than anything else.
Samantha started to stir in her sleep, erotic thoughts entering her dreams. She, Frances, and the newly created werecat Martha spending romantic nights on the prowl, or even more erotic nights in bed together. The problem of what Martha would do about her husband William, who was now a werefox and a cheating husband as any species, was something their friend would have to deal with eventually. But she and Frances would stand by Martha's side through it all, in good times and bad, although Samantha hoped the more pleasurable moments would outweigh the others.
Then she felt a tongue caressing her most private area. At first Samantha thought it was her wife Frances, and simply laid back to enjoy the moment.
But when the tongue disappeared, yet Samantha still heard slurping sounds, she realized what was going on.
Frances stirred in her sleep. Erotic thoughts of Samantha, herself, and their new found friend and lover Martha spending quiet evenings doing things together, either romantic or of a more sexual nature, danced in her mind.
When she first felt the tongue licking her nether region, Frances thought it was Samantha pleasuring her. But when someone started kissing her while she was being eaten, Frances realized what was going on.
The lesbian werecat couple looked down to see their new werecat lover eating out Frances. She moaned as Samantha caressed her wife's breasts and nuzzled her furry neck.
"Well, it's about time you two woke up," said Martha happily, looking up from in between Frances' legs, her lips coated with feminine feline juices. "I'm hornier than you can imagine and hope either one or both of you can scratch my itch."
"Actually, you're on the right track," said Frances, reaching down to scratch between Martha's new cat ears. "You still need to consummate your transformation into werecat society by giving both of us orgasms, since we romantically united our nectars to change you. Remember what happened to William."
"Let's not bring up that piece of shit and spoil the moment," complained Martha, momentarily stopping what she was doing. "I'll be more than happy to give you and Samantha all the orgasms you want, especially if you ladies return the favor afterwards," she purred, before Martha resumed licking Frances' feline parts.
Samantha paused in her efforts long enough to say, "After you do me, I hope you'll be ready for one hell of an orgy Martha, because Frances and I will probably spend the rest of the night ravishing you." Then she returned to sucking on her wife's breasts.
"I'm going to hold both of you to that promise," swore Martha, as she continued focusing on Frances' pussy.
"Oh... yes... we... will..." moaned Frances, as she experienced wave after wave of pleasure.
And a wonderful night of romantic lesbian activities was highly enjoyed by the three werecats...