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The Werewolf Cumming Out of Gwen (Second TF)

It was a crisis. Youth was squandered. Things were left unsaid. Gwen lay silently in Kate's arms while terror churned in her heart. She'd seen a werewolf born, and the beast had bitten her.

--

She could think of things she regretted.

The torture she'd inflicted on her so-called boyfriend. He was little more than social camouflage for her, but some nights she'd laid awake dreading the awful ending of their arrangement. He'd believed she was interested. He'd believed in her love. He was a real human being with thoughts, feelings and desires, and Gwen hadn't truly shared a single one of them.

Just after school, Gwen's boyfriend had texted her, saying they ought to break up because they weren't having sex.

An hour later, Kate had come over to her house to visit, and despite her anxiety, Gwen had kept her mouth shut. Kate would've told her to just give him a handjob or a blowjob, to show him how she really felt, but that was exactly the issue, wasn't it?

--

Gwen regretted not coming out to her mother long ago.

It would've been the ultimate act of rebellion, the shattering of a sick family. Gwen's mom was authoritarian, conservative--until Gwen had met Kate, she'd been fiercely homophobic because Gwen had been a good daughter, and good people understood that everyone deserved a mother and a father, exactly one of each.

Then Gwen's father had left. One could only swallow so much hatred, or breathe so much second-hand politics. He'd left them forever, because Gwen's mother was a school administrator and could afford to raise a teenager by herself, and he'd had more than enough of Gwen's mother for two lifetimes.

Then Gwen had met Kate.

They'd both wanted to be high school cheerleaders. The coach had paired them off during tryouts. Their rough, developing personalities had meshed instantly.

Kate had been testing her own power, speaking out of turn, offending, exploring how far she could push people without being punished. Gwen had listened with excited shame to every audacious word and had laughed and admired. She'd been a follower. Now she'd found someone to follow into social taboo, into saying and thinking rebellious things.

Gwen's first rebellion had been to ignore the nagging instruction of her mother--to avert her gaze from scandalous things. She'd stared at Kate unabashedly for two hours, for almost every second of that first tryout after school.

Gwen had understood the power of her own beauty, but beside Kate, she'd felt childish, sexless. Kate had been a precocious teen. She'd been movie beautiful at fourteen.

It'd been--and still was--the kind of beauty that people wanted on camera. The kind of beauty that'd stuck in Gwen's head, that'd made her study Kate in motion. That'd made her talk to Kate face to face in the girl's showers after tryouts, simply so she could watch Kate's nude, athletic body turn in the water.

She'd watched Kate's ample breasts jiggling and swaying, round, soft and peaked with puffy and pert young nipples, and Gwen had "washed" her own tender nipples. She'd looked at Kate's wide hips and muscular ass, and she'd "cleaned" her crotch while Kate's back was turned. Gwen had blushed all over, glancing obliquely at Kate's bush and her fat pussy lips. While she'd stared into Kate's gorgeous hazel eyes, while she'd rested her gaze on Kate's thick colorful lips, Gwen had felt her erect clitty throb under her hood, tingling in the hot water. She'd felt the swelling under her pussy lips that'd made her vagina aching and tight. She'd been glad to be born a woman. She had stared, letting her instincts throb between her legs, without any display.

Kate had been too beautiful to ignore. She'd been too rebellious to shy away from. Gwen had been afraid of her feelings since the very first, since the first wet dream of a woman licking between her legs had left her crying with shame. In that shower however, in front of Kate, she'd embraced her homosexuality. If she would aspire to be like Kate, if she would suppress her mother's warnings in rebellion, then she'd needed to accept herself.

Gwen had admitted in both hammering heart and aching pussy, quietly and with a smile, that she was gay and in love with a girl for the first time.

After they'd finished showering, after dressing, Gwen had gone into a bathroom stall to "use the restroom," pulled down her panties, flipped up her skirt, and fingered herself for about ten seconds, squirming, recalling Kate's pussy, with queer lust redoubling in her own pussy until it was bursting out of her.

She'd imagined her own face buried in Kate's snatch.

And she'd begun cumming to her first deliberate lesbian fantasy, feeling her clitoris explode with sensation, her entire vagina throbbing with pleasure, an orgasm unleashed and rocketing through her shuddering, sweating body.

Yet, despite that secret moment and a hundred similar thereafter, she'd acquired a boyfriend, listened to Kate talk about her own man, suffered her mother's homophobia, and hid herself in plain sight, constantly wondering when things would finally change, when she could come out of the closet.

Like all good procrastinators, she'd set her sights on the future. After high school, she'd thought, she'd tell her mom first, Kate second, and she'd find out what they really felt about her. Likely, mother would reject her. Kate... who knew?

--

Just before dinner, Gwen's mother had invaded her room to "chat" about the make up test they were going to take that evening.

Instead of sympathizing, she'd openly approved of the punishment, stating flatly that Gwen was spending too much time with Kate and not enough time studying. By the time her and Kate left for school, Gwen had become sick with embarrassment.

--

How many things could she regret? How many things could she care about before she was exhausted? Already, her arm was burning. The wound from Mrs. Primrose's bite was closing up. There wasn't much time left to think about all the little twists and turns, the many missed opportunities. So little time left at all.

--

After they'd arrived at the school, Gwen's shame had deepened to a tarry misery. Kate had long expected Gwen to approve of her sour attitude towards the young Spanish teacher, Mrs. Primrose. On a day like this, when everyone was forced to attend against their will, the atmosphere between teacher and student had grown especially foul.

For a couple of hours, Kate and Gwen had screwed around, trying to lose themselves in distractions. Kate had explicitly left the test packets unopened on her desk. Mrs. Primrose had been angry but reserved, unable to force their hands. The test hadn't really mattered, so Gwen and Kate had chatted on and off and browsed the internet.

When Kate had finally engrossed herself in something, Gwen had snuck a long look at Mrs. Primrose and tried to picture what she'd looked like without clothes. It'd all seemed enticing.

Gwen had once had this fantasy about taking private Spanish lessons at Mrs. Primrose's house, where she'd be working on the teacher's computer and accidentally find lesbian smut saved to the hard drive. She'd masturbated a lot in the shower, imagining she'd been caught watching them and had to be taught a lesson.

Sometimes, she'd even fantasized about having lessons with Kate there too, and they'd find lezzie porn and experiment together before they were "punished" by their sexy teacher.

But it'd all been purest fantasy. When left alone with Mrs. Primrose, Kate had acted like a total ass and had expected Gwen to do the same. Gwen had adored Mrs. Primrose, but she'd loved Kate. She'd always done her best to play along.

--

Once, Gwen had tried to press Kate for an admission that Mrs. Primrose was at least pretty, but Kate had refused to admit a thing. Gwen had asked in a huff if there was any woman at all that Kate would call beautiful. That'd weirded Kate out, and Gwen had spent a week harrowed by Kate's silence.

--

Gwen recalled the minutes before sunset.

Kate had begun bitching about her awful fucking boyfriend again, and Gwen had been trying--ever so subtly--to sympathize while making up a story about her own boyfriend raging about Facebook friends. She'd hoped that she could convince Kate that they were breaking up for a normal, teenage reason.

When Kate hadn't dropped the subject, Gwen had tried to change it. She'd started talking about how well her and Kate got along together. It'd been silly to hope Kate might figure it all out and just run over and kiss her, but she'd tried anyways.

"They don't understand feelings," Gwen had said, "Not like you, you know? You're the only person I can really talk to."

Kate had smiled, holding Gwen's gaze. "I feel the same. Like I could talk for hours with you."

That'd made Gwen's heart flutter so painfully. "Guys aren't like us though," she'd said, hoping to push Kate into admitting that they shared a special bond, something that only women could share. Something like that. Anything like that.

"Why don't you date a girl then?" Mrs. Primrose had asked.

Gwen had been horrified. Had she been that obvious? Had the teacher seen right through her so easily? "Jesus, Mrs. Primrose," Gwen had said, "What the hell?"

"If you get along so well, why don't you date?" Amy had asked.

It was a question that Gwen had asked herself again and again. Was Kate simply not interested in girls at all? Weren't girls their age supposed to experiment?

"Are you gay or something?" Kate had asked Amy, her words dripping with disgust. Gwen's spine had tightened up. Anxiety had strangled her. This was one thing she couldn't bear to hear.

"This is harassment," Gwen had said, trying to stop this conversation from happening. "Mom is gonna freak."

"You afraid of kissing girls?" Amy had taunted. "If Gwen kissed your mouth, would you hate her? Or would your clit get hard?"

"I'm fucking out of here," Kate said.

Why wouldn't Kate answer the question? Why wouldn't--

Gwen felt sick. This wasn't how she wanted this to happen. It was all wrong, all terrible, no, no, no.

"Unlock the door, Mrs. Primrose," Kate had demanded.

"You can't lock us in here," Gwen had said, trying to hide panic behind anger. "It's a fire hazard. We could call the cops."

It'd been a bluff, something meant to scare Mrs. Primrose into action. But no, mere intimidation wasn't enough. Mrs. Primrose had already begun her lycanthropic conversion.

Gwen should've called the cops.

After her hesitation, Mrs. Primrose had stolen their phones and shattered them. Escape had been unlikely.

Then in exactly the worst way Gwen could imagine it happening, the hottest teacher in school had stripped naked before her eyes and masturbated to their bodies, and Kate had hated every second of it. Gwen had begged and pleaded for it not to happen, even as she was offered visions of Mrs. Primrose's sweat-slicked body, her thick ass, her tremendous breasts, her beautiful hips and thick lips and perfect dark eyes, her commanding posture and her sharp chin and wavy hair--and it'd all been so angry and awful.

After that, things had descended into nightmare. The sun had set, and Mrs. Primrose had begun orgasming, shaking, and then...

Bit by bit, Mrs. Primrose had begun to split open. She'd pushed a tail out of her asshole, ripped out claws--she'd begun transforming into a werewolf, a real lycanthrope.

Gwen had watched with fascination and terror as the most beautiful teacher she knew had become an even more sexually endowed monster, a dark legend being hatched out of her skin.

Kate had been defiant. She'd protected Gwen, then directed her to find the keys, even as Mrs. Primrose's metamorphosis had accelerated. Their teacher's face had burst open. The monster within had ripped off her scalp and peeled open her chest, in many places simply expanding out of her humanity.

Why hadn't she been horrified by her own transformation?

It was only when Mrs. Primrose had confronted Gwen at the door that Gwen had finally understood what'd happened. She'd stared at Mrs. Primrose's perfect human pussy, dripping and ruddy, and she'd instinctually known that this was the same woman, but embracing something sexual she'd once denied. This had been the first time Gwen had ever seen another woman's aroused pussy.

She'd wished, almost involuntarily, that it'd been Kate's pussy.

Mrs. Primrose had spoken to her in some unknown tongue, said something happy and lewd. Gwen had connected however briefly with the woman. Then Mrs. Primrose had ripped her human pussy open to bare the beast's beautiful, furry, lesbian vagina--a moment that'd undeniably aroused Gwen, to her own shock--and then the new werewolf had done the worst thing of all.

She'd bitten Gwen on the arm.

--

"Nothing will happen," Kate said, holding Gwen tight in her long arms. "Nothing will happen, it's just a bite."

"It's not just a bite," Gwen muttered.

"It's just--"

"It's not," Gwen said. "She was a werewolf."

"Gwen!"

"She got bit. She bit me," Gwen said.

They were seated in the gym at the foot of locked doors. They'd been unable to escape, every door they'd tried had been locked, and then Gwen had started to feel sick.

That'd sent Kate into a fit, and she'd grabbed Gwen and held her close. She was so much taller. She'd pulled the little Asian girl into her lap, hugging her across her belly, pressing her ample breasts without an iota of eroticism into Gwen's shoulders. For at least ten minutes, they'd cried together. Now Gwen was just quietly angry with Mrs. Primrose for taking away her future, while Kate argued and denied the clear facts.

"Maybe the bite wasn't deep enough."

"Can you stop!" Gwen said harshly.

"Gwen..."

She softened her voice. "Just stop it. We both saw her."

Kate's tears were flowing again. She buried her head in Gwen's shoulder and said, "Gwen, babe. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Why do you call me that?"

Kate raised her head. "Gwen?"

"Why do you call me babe?" Gwen asked.

She sniffled. "You're my best friend."

Gwen's heart ached. The one thing she regretted most right now was not telling Kate how she felt. Now it felt almost unfair to bring it up, as if Kate's reaction couldn't be authentic this close to the end. Gwen feared she'd lie for her sake, to make her happy for her last few minutes as a human.

"Will you stay with me until the change starts?" Gwen asked.

Kate hugged her tighter. "I'm not going anywhere."

"You'll have to leave when I start... hatching." Gwen closed her eyes. She felt this heat slowly building in her belly. She opened them again and looked up at Kate's face. "I'll be infectious."

"You wouldn't bite me."

"I hope not," Gwen said. "I think I'll still be me."

"You will be," Kate said.

"Don't take any risks. That's all."

"I won't."

Gwen slid down Kate's chest and turned to one side, curling up a bit in Kate's lap, resting her head on Kate's cleavage. What did it matter? She wanted to feel Kate's body while she could. Kate's soft, heavy breasts were warm against her neck.

They waited there for a minute, trying to relax. Gwen could hear Kate's heart hammering in her chest. Gwen's own heart thundered painfully. Her body was warming hotter and hotter. Sweat was beading on her skin. Her black hair was clumping and matting.

Kate gently began to stroke Gwen's arms. "Is there anything?"

"What's that?" Gwen asked.

"Is there anything you need me to tell other people?"

"Jesus."

"Sorry, babe."

"I'm not angry," Gwen said, "it's just... yeah. I should."

"Yeah."

"Tell..." She took a deep, shuddering breath. "Tell my boyfriend that I never loved him."

Kate shifted very slightly, to look down at Gwen's face. "Wow."

"He wanted to break up with me this afternoon because I wouldn't give him a blowjob." Gwen's face was turning red, but what did this matter? What did any of it matter? "So tell that asshole that I never loved him."

"You want him to remember you like that?"

Gwen nodded gently. "It's not spite. It's true."

"I introduced you to him," Kate said. Her hand stopped.

Gwen reached up and touched Kate's wrist. "Yeah. You did."

"I'm not sure I get it. You've dated him for years."

Gwen was treading too close to the elephant in the room, and she was wary of being stepped on. "Tell my mom... tell her I ran away. Throw away..." She could barely believe what she was saying. She pulled her hand off Kate and laid it on her stomach. "Get rid of the stuff I'll shed. My clothes and my skin."

"Won't she blame me?" Kate asked.

Gwen shook her head. "We've been arguing. I'm eighteen, Kate. I told her, I'd be leaving after the school year was done."

"You were?" This was the first Kate had heard of it.

"It's hard to explain," Gwen said, "Don't worry about it. Mom will believe I've gone."

"Why would you go?" Kate asked.

Because I'm gay and mom would disown me if I told her, Gwen thought. "I don't want to talk about it. I wouldn't have left you behind though. Like, I would've told you about it first."

She would've asked her out. That was the day she'd been waiting for, the day she would've told Kate that she'd been in love with her since they were freshmen. If things had gone well, she might've told Kate about all the dirty fantasies, about her extreme arousal when they were showering together in the girl's locker room, about masturbating in the dead of night while staring at Kate's crotch, breasts or face during a sleepover--all the filthy things she'd done to relieve the tremendous pressure of being neck deep in the closet, buried among the detritus of yesteryear.

If things had gone poorly, she would've left Kate behind rather than suffer the crushing disappointment of being a lesbian in love with an oblivious straight woman.

If things had gone well... but they wouldn't now, would they?

"Thank you," Kate said, unsure of what else she could talk about. "I would've been sad." She began to stroke Gwen's bare arm again, unconsciously. "Really sad."

"You've got a way with words," Gwen joked.

"I always know what to say."

"Yeah." And even though Kate hadn't meant it that way, Gwen was reminded that Kate had really been the best thing to happen to her in her entire teenage life.

She'd confided in Kate about everything--anxiety, regret, hatred, happiness, disease, desire--everything except her sexuality, and even then, she'd been free to do queer little things like grope Kate's breasts or slap her on the ass and pretend it was all roughhousing. This had given Gwen plenty of 'bating material, though it hadn't exactly helped her core anxiety about telling Kate how she felt. All the groping had been laughed off or countered by tickling and pinching, meaning either that Kate was bi--either bisexual or bicurious--or that she was simply secure in her heterosexuality.

Gwen hoped for the former, but she felt in her bones that Kate was the latter--straight as a ruler.

The heat in her body was building in her groin. Gwen was beginning to feel a kind of natural high, something just short of arousal, and all this thinking about lesbian sex while lying in the arms of the sexiest girl in school was getting to her.

She wanted to ask, to just get it out of the way--but it wasn't fair! Kate might accept a little lesbian play to ease her friend, and that wasn't what Gwen wanted.

She wanted Kate's love, not her pity.

"You're not looking too good," Kate said. She rubbed a finger on Gwen's forehead, wiping away a little sweat. Then she pushed gently, tilting Gwen's head back until she looked up at Kate.

"I'm feeling really weird," Gwen said.

"Does it hurt?"

"No." Gwen turned her head back down and snuggled tighter against Kate's chest. "It feels weirdly good." It was hard to keep her mouth shut with this ache in her clit. "You feel good."

Kate's hand stopped. "Do I?" she asked softly.

Gwen's heart was beating so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest, but she pushed onwards. "Your breasts feel really good." Just guess it, Gwen thought. Just accuse me of being gay and I'll admit it and then you can reject me and I can stop feeling like this.

I can become a monster without regret.

"They're good for more than turning on the boys," Kate joked.

Gwen wanted to turn and just bury her face in Kate's cleavage, just yank her shirt down and kiss her breasts and rip her clothes off and lick her belly down towards her red thatch of pubic hair and taste her hot pussy and suck on her straight girl clitty until Kate came under the strokes of Gwen's tongue.

Gwen felt like she could barely contain her arousal, and yet Kate wouldn't just say what should be completely obvious. Accuse me, Gwen thought. Just say what I am so I can stop this farce!

What more hints do you need, Kate?

"They're good for turning on the girls too," Gwen said, feeling her face burn cherry red and her clit become as hard as steel under its little hood, and her pussy dampened so rapidly that she thought she might drench her panties.

Kate's breath caught in her throat. Both girls just sat there in silence, very still. Gwen could hear Kate's heart in her chest, fluttering--panic? Her own blood boiled in her bones. She began to shudder very slightly. She was a virgin, unlike Kate. Saying these sapphic things to her best friend was terrifying.

Kate put her hand on Gwen's shoulder, then stopped there. She could pull her closer or push her away. She did neither.

Gwen's puffy nipples were pushing against her bra and drawing their shapes on her sweat-soaked shirt. If Kate looked down, she would see them. She must see them. They felt so erect and tender. Gwen was desperate to see if Kate was the same.

Gwen ogled the huge breast beneath her gaze. It was hard to tell because Kate wore well-fitting lingerie, but there was the gentlest suggestion of a stiff nipple.

There was nothing to say. Only things to do.

Gwen lifted one shuddering hand from her lap.

Kate began breathing again, audibly, quickly. Gwen reached up with her right hand and felt, very gently, the far side of Kate's heavy, hot breast. Kate didn't react, didn't bat her away, so Gwen pushed a little further, nearly ready to cum just at the mere possibility that Kate would be into this--that the proof was really in front of her, unspoken and thoughtless in its primal nature.

Even if Kate was straight, she might go gay for Gwen.

She cupped Kate's massive breast, lifting its weight gently, and felt with her thumb for Kate's nipple. It poked out against her touch, erect. Gwen didn't know what to say.

She looked up at Kate, who was staring down at her, wide-eyed, mouth open. She was so goddamn beautiful, freckled and hazel-eyed and cascading red hair, all of it bright and beautiful even in the dim light. Gwen didn't want to wait. She couldn't bear to wait. Kate would have to stop her. She was about to cum!

She pulled Kate's hand away, sat up onto her knees, and then scooched back into Kate's personal space, invading it chest to chest until she could feel their bodies' heat mingling. Her horny crotch rested just over Kate's muscular thigh. She reached out with one hand and lifted Kate's other breast. With her right hand, she reached up and touched Kate's cheek. Kate was blushing painfully red. Then Gwen leaned forward, letting Kate's breast fall and sway, and she jammed her little chest into Kate's thick softness, feeling her nipples press against Kate's--one of her lezzie porn fantasies--and she pulled Kate close and tilted her head and kissed her best friend with an open mouth.

And in the queerest moment of Gwen's life, lip-locked with the girl she'd loved for four years, she cummed in her panties with a muffled squeal, unwilling to pull away or stop forcing her tongue into Kate's mouth, even as she squirted--actually squirted--into her underwear and dripped her hot ejaculate on Kate's thigh.

The part that kept her cumming was when Kate grabbed Gwen's head and pushed her hot tongue back into the Asian's little mouth.

They embraced tightly, rubbing breasts and nipples between them, hands stroking backs and sides and hips and buttocks, while they made out, breathing heavily through their noses, breaking away for little gasps and diving back in for more deep kisses. Gwen jerked occasionally with a secondary orgasm, weaker and without squirting, but shaking loose drops under her skirt, slinging moisture on Kate's jeans.

They kissed for maybe a minute, but it felt so much longer, so deeply satisfying. Gwen felt nearly drunk with arousal and love.

When Kate pulled away, Gwen relished the line of saliva that stretched and fell between their lips. Lipstick was slightly smeared around their mouths, colors mingling. While Gwen was in the afterglow of orgasm, Kate was clearly aroused.

"I'm gay," Gwen said hurriedly, "and I love you, Kate."

"Gwen?" Kate asked, as if confused.

"I love you. I've loved you ever since we met. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever known and--"

"Gwen," Kate interrupted, "you're a lesbian?"

"Yes," Gwen's stomach was suddenly sinking. "Aren't you?"

"I didn't think I was."

"But the kiss?"

Kate looked down at her heaving chest. "I..."

"Kate?"

"It was so fucking hot," Kate gushed, suddenly smiling. She looked back at Gwen's face, eye to eye. "Oh my God. I've never felt this turned on before. It's so dirty!"

Gwen felt an almost manic arousal, rebounding over her last orgasm. She had to know, "What turned you on?"

"You're so girly," Kate said, "you have such a tight little body, and you were shaking, all innocent and... and horny!" She flashed her gaze over Gwen's body. "You're so turned on by me."

"You're so fucking hot," Gwen said.

"And the way you touched me, oh my God, I knew you wanted me so badly. I just... God, I felt so sexy, the way you kissed me. Like four years of lusting after my pussy... oh my God, I'm so fucking horny." Kate's chest was heaving again. "I need to cum."

"I cummed on your leg," Gwen said manically.

Kate nodded, nearly panting. "It smells like sex."

"I want you to cum." Gwen reached down and rubbed Kate's inner thigh. "Unbutton your jeans."

Kate reached down and undid her button and unzipped her jeans. Her damp white panties were visible, with a red thatch of pubic hair seen through the glistening translucent cloth.

Gwen put her hand on Kate's belly, fingers pointing down at the waist of her undies. "I love you," she said, gently pulling up Kate's shirt to expose her belly. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

Kate's breath was short. "Yes."

Gwen slid her little hand down into Kate's panties, slid her hand through hot, damp pubic hair and down over the softness of her pussy mound, and with her whole hand, she cupped the snatch of the woman she loved and began to rub hard. There was a wet schlick of liquid between delicate fingers and tender labia. A hard little clit bumped against her hand.

"Oh my God!" Kate cried passionately, turning her hips to grind her pussy on Gwen's rubbing hand, staring into Gwen's eyes, mouth hanging open. "Oh fuck! This is so gay!"

"Does that turn you on?" Gwen asked, feeling a whole handful of hot fat labia smash over her fine fingers, all wet and slick. She got one of her fingers down in Kate's inner labia, the tip rubbing around the edge of Kate's hot, gushing vagina, and she ground her palm into Kate's clit, jilling her off as fast as she could manage. "Cum while a girl gropes your pussy!"

"I'm going to cum!" Kate shouted.

Gwen cupped one of Kate's heavy breasts with the palm of her free hand and lifted, gently groping. Kate began to shudder and grunt, nearing the edge of her orgasm, bending in towards Gwen.

Gwen grabbed her shoulder, leaned in close, and stared into Kate's eyes while she fingered her pussy.

"I'm making a lesbian out of you," Gwen whispered, hoping to encourage Kate's newfound fetish for her touch.

Kate jolted once at Gwen's words, squealed in fierce release, and cummed violently, squirting onto Gwen's hand, soaking her panties and jeans in a warm gush of female cum.

Gwen pulled her hand out and tasted Kate's pussy, gently smearing Kate's thin fluid across her lips like glistening lipstick.

Kate was leaning back against the wall, legs spread wide apart, looking down at her pussy, now barely covered by sopping stretched panties. "I didn't know I could do that," she said.

"You squirted," Gwen said, feeling her whole body throb with arousal and desire. She put one of her dainty fingers in her mouth and sucked on Kate's cum.

"I had all this pressure inside my pussy," Kate said. "I was just so horny. Then... Christ, it felt so good." She looked up at Gwen. For a moment, she smiled. Then, slowly, she began to relax, to become quiet and solemn. "Oh, Gwen. Babe, Gwen."

Gwen already knew what was making her sad. "No, no," she said quickly. "Don't. Don't feel bad. That was real." She scooted in and grabbed at Kate's waist, pulling at her. Kate was so much larger than Gwen, she had to rise to meet her best friend--her girlfriend. She rose and hugged Gwen about her shoulders, scooching in until they were close together. Gwen put her hands on Kate's soft hips, feeling her warmth on her arms. "Shh."

"We only get one time--" Kate said.

"Shh." Gwen set her head against Kate's shoulder. "I'm losing my virginity to my girlfriend. I'm okay now."

"It's not okay."

"I'll change soon," Gwen said, "but we're doing this first." She pulled back a bit to look up at Kate's face and meet her gaze. "It's the only thing I would've wanted to do before I become a werewolf." She gave her new girlfriend a wan smile.

"Don't say werewolf."

"Come on, we should hurry," Gwen said. She slid her hand into the waistline of Kate's jeans, then pushed down and slid her sticky hand over Kate's soft asscheek. "Let's fuck."

"You're still feeling in the mood?" Kate was a little shocked.

"You're having your first gay experience," Gwen said. "I'm so fucking turned on right now, maybe it's the animal growing in me, but it's also you. Jesus, Kate, I want to eat your pussy so bad."

Kate began to breathe a little deeper. "Jesus, that sounds so fucking hot." She grinned. "You sexy little lesbian, you want to eat me out?" She gave Gwen an exaggerated pout. "This straight girl is scared she might be turned on by girls eating her out."

Gwen groped Kate's ass, then pulled her hand out. She smiled. "This lesbian wants to eat straight pussy." She licked her lips and tasted Kate. "I want to eat it until it turns gay."

Kate shuddered. "God, this is so dirty. Gwen, this is so hot."

Gwen paused for only one second. "Why does it turn you on so much?" she asked. "Are you bisexual?"

"I think I might be a little bit," Kate said, "I mean, pretending you're making me gay is hot, but that's not why you turn me on."

"What is it then?" Gwen asked.

"It's you," Kate said, "you're my best friend, and just, the idea of having sex with you." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "It's so naughty, but so right. You're my girl."

Gwen grinned. "Then let's fuck the lesbian right into you."

Kate opened her eyes, leaned in and whispered in Gwen's ear. "After you've made me your lesbian girlfriend, I'm going to fuck your little body. You sexy little nymph."

Gwen could hardly control herself. She pushed back, grabbed the collar of her shirt, and yanked. The buttons snapped off instantly, scattering between them, and she pulled off her shirt. "I won't need these anymore," she said.

Kate got up and started stripping.

Gwen stood herself, her pert, round but slender tits throbbing in her tight little bra. She unhooked it, and let it fall away, baring herself fully nude down to her waist. She arched her back, pushing out her chest. "Kate, my nipples are so hard." She petted her perky tits, then ran her hands over her bare belly and down to her skirt. "Show me yours, and then you can see my snatch."

Kate threw down a sock, then grabbed her t-shirt and pulled up. The tight cloth pulled up on her tits, and for a moment, their heft was lifted, showing two fully laden white bra cups. Then the t-shirt snapped away from her chest, and as she pulled off her shirt, her massive breasts fell back into place and jiggled, soft, full, and so big that they pushed together in her bra, forming deep, tight cleavage.

Gwen's mouth literally began to water in anticipation. The room was so hot. She needed to take off the rest of her clothes. It was just... she wanted to see this first.

Kate gave Gwen a sultry smile. "You've seen these before."

"Not when you're turned on," Gwen said.

Kate unhooked both latches on the back of her bra, then held up her breasts with her left arm while pulling off the shoulder straps with her right. "I'm really turned on," she said.

She pulled her arm away, peeling off her bra and throwing it on the floor. Her enormous, sweaty breasts spread out in front of her chest, both of them jutting relatively far into the air with the tautness of a teenage girl. Each tremendous breast was blushing red with arousal, and her dark, thick nipples were puffed fuller and deeper than Gwen had imagined possible.

Gwen gawked. "My clit is so hard right now."

"Mine too. You're such a fuckable little pixie."

Gwen quickly took off her shoes and socks, then grabbed the hem of her skirt. She turned around and bent over a little, thrusting her ass out. Then she slowly tugged down her skirt, revealing inch after inch of her tight asscheeks to her girlfriend. Her white panties were riding high on her buttocks, and the strip of cloth over her pussy would be clear with her own cum.

"Wanna see my pussy?" Gwen asked Kate.

Kate was pulling off her jeans. She nodded eagerly.

Gwen pulled a little further. Her skirt slipped over her butt and fell down around her feet, and she could feel her eager snatch throbbing under Kate's gaze. "Want a taste?"

Kate laughed, not in mockery but in appreciation. "So fucking hot! You slender little babe!" She pulled off her jeans and stood almost fully nude but for her own orgasm-soaked underwear. Her red hair was cascading over her shoulders. Her underwear was wrapped tightly to her broad hips. Gwen couldn't imagine any girl she wanted to fuck harder or longer than Kate.

Gwen turned and yanked down her undies and kicked them away. She stood with her legs a little apart. Her pussy was lightly swollen with arousal, and her little clit was erect under its hood. She reached down, pushing fingers through her tidy trimmed black bush, and rubbed her pussy lips, then spread them apart with two fingers. The pink between her inner labia was dripping wet.

She looked Kate in the eyes. "I can't wait."

Kate pulled down her own underwear, rocking her hips from side to side as she inched them off and finally let them drop. Then she took a step towards Gwen and stood with her legs apart, and her thick vulva was clearly aroused, flush and swollen. Her pussy was the definition of camel toe, and she'd recently waxed. There'd be nothing but soft skin to run Gwen's tongue over.

She was so large, in Gwen's eyes. She was tall, buxom--even her pussy seemed big and aggressive. Gwen felt so vulnerable before a goddess like Kate, and the difference in power turned her on. She felt even more girly, now that she was about to reach out and embrace her. This roleplay was about Gwen's domination, about her queerness overflowing until it overwhelmed Kate's straightness. It was the brief fulfillment of a kinky dream, to be the lesbian that seduced a straight girl. But in truth, Gwen stood in aroused awe of Kate's beauty and strength.

She walked up to her girlfriend, reached out for her head, and pulled her down for a kiss. There wouldn't be another chance. Gwen could feel the beast stirring inside her, growing faster with every passing second of sexual arousal. Sweat was beading on every inch of her skin. She could feel Kate's enormous stiff nipples and the soft vastness of her breasts pooling over her own tender tits, their rough nipples rubbing together.

She slid one leg forward, pressing her thigh into Kate's hot damp pussy and jamming her own snatch on Kate's leg. Her clit felt electric, bumping into Kate's smooth skin. She could've cummed with only a few minutes of humping, maybe a little scissoring--but there wasn't any time to rub vaginas together. If they wanted to eat pussy, they'd eat now, or Kate would have to go down on a werewolf instead of a little Asian woman.

They broke their kiss. Gwen smiled at Kate, then lowered her head down, lifted Kate's left breast with her hand, and inserted one of those thick nipples into her little mouth.

"Oh fuck. Do you like that tit?" Kate murmured.

Gwen sucked heartily, rubbing her tongue around Kate's nipple and pulling her head back to tug on the whole breast. It popped out of her mouth with an audible sucking sound, drawing saliva from her lips to Kate's breast. She switched to the other breast, licking the bottom of Kate's nipple first, then putting her lips around as much tit as she could manage before sucking hard.

Kate groaned. She'd once told Gwen about how much she liked it when her boyfriend sucked on her tits. Ex-boyfriend now, Gwen thought devilishly. She pulled back from this breast with another pop, and Kate shuddered. The strained look on her face told Gwen that she was having an intense experience. She envied Kate for having such sensitive breasts when they were already so large.

"Was I better than any boy?" Gwen said softly.

Kate shuddered joyfully. "You were sucking so hard. Nobody ever sucked my tits that hard before."

"The boys don't know what a girl can take," Gwen said. She petted Kate's inner thigh with a hand. "I know how hard you can fuck."

"What now?" Kate said, her voice tinged with excitement.

Gwen put her hands on Kate's hips and lowered herself down, kissing Kate's belly once as she came down to kneel before her girlfriend. The smell of her pussy filled Gwen's nostrils. This was a moment she'd waited four years to have--longer, maybe. It felt like something she'd been born to do. To taste the love of her life. She opened her mouth wide, stuck out her tongue, and starting as low as she could on Kate's pussy, she planted her little tongue deep between her girlfriend's pussy lips, and in one long lick, she ran her tongue straight up Kate's thick, aroused pussy to the very top, batting her hard clit, then planting her lips down and gently sucking for a full second.

She pulled away and looked up.

Kate's expression was of unholy ecstasy. She reached down, weaving her fingers into Gwen's fine black hair, then said, "This straight girl loves it when a gay girl eats her pussy."

Gwen let herself be pulled back in, and this time she pushed in deep, trying to tongue Kate's vagina. She got the tip of her tongue in, eliciting a groan of appreciation. Within seconds, Kate was hunched over her face, gently rocking, almost thrusting into Gwen. Gwen let Kate's chubby vulva mash into her mouth and slide over her flicking tongue.

Kate was moaning. She talked dirty. "Oh babe, this is sooo gay!"

Gwen lapped at Kate's bare vagina, tasting the salt of sweat and juice and musk and feeling her own pussy throb sympathetically, already anticipating a tongue running over her tight snatch.

"What's a straight girl doing, humping her best friend's face?" Kate was really into the lesbian conversion fantasy. She petted Gwen's hair and kept humping. "Maybe her friend was so cute. Maybe she just got so horny, looking at her. She couldn't help it. She had to fuck her friend, even if it was so fucking gay!"

She punctuated the last three words with soft little thrusts into Gwen, grinding her face deep into her mound, smashing clit against her nose, rubbing labia all over her mouth and chin.

"How does that feel?" Kate asked.

The little Asian shook her head from side to side, digging in deep with her tongue and rubbing Kate's pussy all over her little face, delighting in its warmth and heat and the button of Kate's clit pressing into her skin. She moaned with joy.

"Did you dream about eating my pussy?" Kate asked.

Gwen put her lips over Kate's clitoral hood, sucking gently at fatty pussy and pulling on her clit, flicking at it with the tip of her tongue. She wanted Kate to cum. She needed Kate to cum.

Kate groaned and grabbed two handfuls of Gwen's long hair. Her breath was shorter. She arched her back slightly, thrust out her chest and spread her legs, really pushing Gwen's little head into her bare crotch. "Fuck! Yes! My best friend is eating my pussy!"

Gwen could barely glance up to see Kate's tremendous chest, each fat breast pointing a little away from the other, each huge nipple tender and erect. Gwen wanted Kate to have the best sex in her entire life. She wanted this to be an orgasm that'd follow her long after Gwen was a beast. From the taste, the sweat, the pouring juices, the shivering, those unreasonably aroused breasts and flushed skin--Gwen knew it was working.

Kate shifted back over Gwen's head, grunting and grinding, but never shifting far enough to pull her clit off Gwen's tongue.

Gwen pulled back only briefly. "If you cum on a girl's tongue," she said softly, "it means you're becoming a lesbian." Then she dove back in, flattening her tongue against Kate's clit and waggling her head back and forth, pushing Kate to the edge.

Kate clenched handfuls of Gwen's hair. She grunted tensely. Her legs twitched. Her clit was jammed into Gwen's mouth. "I'm turning..." she said in a strained voice. "My best friend is turning me gay!" she shouted. "She's making me gay!"

Gwen sucked, reaching around and grabbing Kate's asscheeks, groping them, pulling them apart as she drove her mouth deep into Kate's pussy, smashing it against her warm mouth. The clit against her tongue twitched, then pulled in with one reflexive clench. Kate was straining, teeth gritted, and she thrust...

Then she cried out, her pussy burst and unloaded a tremendous hot squirt, and she shouted triumphantly, "I'm gay!"

She cummed violently on Gwen's face, a sticky but thin mess of fluid, lightly white and nearly clear--a real female ejaculation, most of it blasting into Gwen's mouth and on her chin. Kate panted, letting Gwen lap at her sopping pussy, drinking her first truly queer cum.

"That's it," Kate said contentedly, buttocks twitching lightly as the aftershocks of orgasm cleared away. "I'm a lesbian now."

Gwen pulled back and grinned devilishly. "Never cummed that hard before?" She rose, gently wiping her cheeks and chin with her fingertips and licking away Kate's juices.

"The second squirt was twice as nice," Kate joked. She pulled Gwen close, tilted her chin up and kissed her, not caring that she would taste a hint of her pussy on Gwen's lips. Gwen was in heaven, perfectly willing to suffer the thundering of her own untouched clit, if she could just enjoy a second like this...

Kate's hand slid between Gwen's legs and found her inner thighs were slicked with lubrication. She broke the kiss and whispered, "You're dripping, babe."

Gwen looked down at her snatch, now so enraged with arousal that even her darker skin was ruddy, and her pussy mound was swollen, engorged from her raging clitoral erection. Kate's hand was so close, but Gwen didn't want her damp fingers.

She looked up into Kate's eyes. "Can I be on top?" she asked.

"You dirty lesbian," Kate said.

"I want to sixty-nine with you so bad."

"I'll set it up."

Gwen could feel waves of heat passing up and down her body, pleasurable yet intense. "Just hurry," she said, before shuddering. "I can't hold it in much longer."

Kate didn't ask what Gwen was holding in--an orgasm or the werewolf inside of her. Gwen would've told her it was both.

Kate took their clothes and spread them on the floor in a thin pad, then lay down on her back, a halo of hair around her head, a fit goddess spreading her legs so that her bare snatch could be knelt before and eaten.

Gwen stood behind her head, chest heaving, body running in a torrent of sweat, pubes dripping, pussy throbbing. This was it. This was the first and last time her human pussy would be eaten out, and she could imagine no better sight than this, no better place than here, no better time than now. Kate was looking up at her with loving, lustful eyes. The tip of her tongue wet her lips. She was inviting Gwen to mount her face.

Gwen didn't hesitate. Time was short. She got down on all fours over Kate's body, little arms and tight little legs spread out across her goddess figure. Sweat dripped off her nipples onto Kate's belly. She brought her own stomach down on Kate's chest, feeling those generous warm breasts snuggle and smush underneath her taut body. Her slender form was such an easy weight for Kate to bear, with Gwen's knees holding her waist over Kate's throat.

Time to hump your girlfriend's face, Gwen thought. She lowered herself slowly, feeling the delicate, cool breath of Kate flicker across her searing snatch. Then, with a pulse of queer lust, she arched her back and smushed her vulva down on Kate's mouth.

The contact was brief, but she left a sticky mess of sweat and lube on Kate's lips. Kate grabbed Gwen's hips, pulled up and licked Gwen's mound in one long lap. Gwen groaned ecstatically.

"Yes," she muttered, "again."

Kate stuck her tongue deep between Gwen's tight little lips and into her vagina, penetrating her almost a full inch. Hot, soft lips were kissing her pussy, sucking at her vulva, tugging its soft swollen tenderness. Gwen squealed with delight.

Pressured rocketed throughout her body. The tongue of a woman was jammed up her pussy. She'd never felt so beautifully queer before, so unspeakably lesbian. This is what she'd endured years of painful, unrequited love to earn. This was her reward. Her straight best friend was now her gay girlfriend, eating out her pussy and drinking her dribbling juices.

Gwen had to have the whole experience. She laid down across Kate, body to body, searing hot little damp breasts rubbing across Kate's taut stomach, and she dropped her head between Kate's thighs, hooking her hands on Kate's bent legs. She flicked at Kate's clit, and Kate twitched delightfully at the touch of Gwen's tongue. She felt that twitch in her own pussy, a touch of her own lick echoing back through their lesbian fuck.

God damnit, Gwen thought, she was about to cum already.

The intimacy of two women eating snatch was both lovely and debased to Gwen, more than she'd imagined possible. Violating her mother's taboo was part of the pleasure. Good girls didn't eat pussy. Good girls didn't convert their girlfriends to homosexuality--at least, that's how her mother would see it, as if this sapphic lust wasn't something that had lurked in Gwen and Kate all along. Good girls didn't fall in love with other women.

Gwen didn't plan on being a good girl. She'd be a very nasty girl very soon, coated in wolf's fur from head to toe. It didn't surprise her when the notion aroused her further. She recalled the teacher's werewolf pussy and bush, bared through the destruction of her human pussy mound. If she reached into her own tight little snatch and gripped and pulled, she would find a werewolf's pussy too, swelling and hairy and born from within her sundered humanity. She closed her eyes and tasted Kate's hot vagina. The notion of having a beastly cunt inside of her human pussy was strangely appealing. Her lust had another form sealed away, ready to escape her skin--lust becoming real.

The lust even now pulsed through her gay little pussy, packed full of Kate's hot wet tongue. Kate was taking her virginity, practically sucking it out of her dripping snatch.

Gwen grunted and lapped and sucked clit while the throbbing heat between her legs was rubbed all over Kate's mouth and wrapped around her tongue. Still, her clit was a far reach for Kate, and Gwen's heat was becoming overwhelming. Her asshole was throbbing. Her skin felt tight across her body. There was pressure in her face and hands, growing stronger and stronger.

There was pressure in the sides of her pussy, the urge to squirt. It was time to finish, to put her clitoris on Kate's tongue. There was a crackle of bone in her back, a shift in her muscles. She'd changed somewhere, a preparation, a movement of spine and rib. The werewolf was organizing herself beneath Gwen's skin. She'd had time to incubate. Now she was readying herself to be born out of her own body--to cum and become at once.

Gwen lifted her head away from Kate's aroused snatch and snarled. "I have to cum," she said, pushing up onto her hands and knees.

Kate laid back then, grinning in a haze of pleasure. "Fuck my face then." She lightly spanked Gwen's tight ass. "Cum in your straight squad leader's mouth, you gay little cheerleader."

Gwen felt her butt throb with arousal. She shuddered, rolling off her girlfriend, then shifted positions. She stood up, stepped over Kate's face--her pussy literally dribbling on Kate's cheek--and she knelt with Kate's head between her legs, ass facing towards Kate's tremendous wet chest. She squatted low, animalistic, and pressed her pussy onto Kate's sweet, beautiful mouth. She paused, moaning with anticipated relief. It was going to happen now. Her last human orgasm. Finally.

With her back hunched over and her knees on their shed clothes, she began to grind her cunt and clit into Kate's eager mouth.

Female tongue slathered on her clit, lifting her beyond the mere pain of arousal. This was more than a lesbian act. It was the awakening of the lesbian werewolf inside of her, and it was redoubling, even tripling the intensity. To resist the werewolf was to resist this moment, and she couldn't do that. She couldn't bear to do anything but embrace this wholly, to cum on her girlfriend and become a monster at once.

Three quick thrusts felt like everything.

The first thrust sent electricity arcing through her body, nipples feeling so erect and tense that they could literally rip through her skin, jutting outwards.

The second thrust caused her jaw to crack, to form the slightest hint of a muzzle, to push her teeth out of her gums, to make the pressure in her face grow.

The third thrust caused her tailbone to snap, unfurling, sliding down her rump beneath her skin. Kate grabbed her asscheeks then to slow her humping, to control Gwen's movements, but the resistance only caused Gwen's animal self to tense, to strain harder at release, to increase the pressure and the pleasure.

Gwen was quaking violently, barely able to form the words, "My tail." She slowly thrust another time, and she felt the werewolf inside of her growing, filling out her tight little skin. She was flushed, burning up, almost ready to shoot her girly load in Kate's mouth. There was a second crack of bone, and her tail thrust against her asshole, tenting her tight sphincter.

Gwen hesitated. She'd seen Mrs. Primrose reborn. She'd never been an anal girl, never believed her ass could be an erotic zone, but now, with her inner beast knocking at her back door, she chose to experience what Mrs. Primrose had obviously enjoyed.

She wanted the werewolf to rip out of her butthole.

At the mere thought of doing that while mounting Kate's face, her asshole throbbed with erotic potential, a bonfire of anal intensity ignited by the furnace of arousal in her cunt. She thrust again, squeezing to release the wolf within, asshole thundering, Kate gripping Gwen's buttocks and pulling them apart with a steel grip. Gwen's pussy was teetering on edge.

The werewolf pushed one last time, thrusting her tail against Gwen's bared, spread asshole, eager to shed the foolish duality of humanity and be rewarded for her rebirth into a singular, honest shewolf. The animal within had readied her body for this. She felt like her asshole was made to unleash the wolf.

Kate dragged Gwen deep and forward, forcing that final terrible thrust, and Gwen screeched with delight as her clit jerked inward, mound twitching, and she cummed with a thunderous blast of pleasure in her clit, cunt, and asshole, devastating in its power, weakening her muscles and tightening them spastically. Explosively releasing both cum and beast, Gwen shot the werewolf's tail out of her asshole, three inches of pitch black fur thrusting through her cumming queer rear, jutting damply between her tight cheeks, while her cumming pussy violently emptied a sticky load of female ejaculate into Kate's mouth, onto Kate's chin, into Kate's face and even in her hair.

Gwen's clitoris was too sensitive to be touched. Even withdrawn, it screamed with pleasure as she felt the swelling in her pussy mound pass away in pulses.

Her human orgasm was done.

Then the werewolf grabbed her soul, captured her cooling heat, and forcefully thrust another two inches of tail from her butthole, instantly filling her with a new, animal arousal.

She could feel the bulbs of the vestibule fill, her pussy swell. She could feel her clitoris snap back to its tiny, tender erection, a button of sensitive steel to grind into her girlfriend. She could feel the werewolf claiming her turn, asserting her dominance.

Gwen realized, deep in her heart, that she was not done with just one orgasm, though she was done being human.

She thrust again, straining for anal release, and with a nasty crack, she pushed out two more inches of werewolf tail.

"Gwen!" Kate cried.

Gwen smothered her cry with the softness of her swollen muff, pressed her clit against Kate's mouth, and felt the surge of reward in her pussy, felt the anal pressure explode. The tail was sliding in slimy jerks out of her tight asshole, and she willed it, she urged it to burst from her behind. The werewolf wouldn't fit any longer. She had to relieve the pressure, to push the beast out of her asshole, inch after throbbing inch.

Grow, tail, grow, she thought, it feels fantastic!

She knew why Amy had enjoyed ripping off her skin. It wasn't painful. It wasn't death. It was the destruction of an old self, a girl plagued by pains, weakness and doubt. It was an erotic unleashing of her inner beast, the freedom of sex.

Kate was gripping Gwen's buttocks with a tightness that bordered on panic. She hadn't expected her friend to begin transforming while fucking her face, let alone for Gwen to remain there once her rebirth had begun.

Gwen hissed at the strength of her grasp. "Kate," she whispered tensely, "I'm still me. Just... just help me through." She didn't want to stop humping, not until she'd cummed again. "Let me finish..." There was a crack of tail emerging. "Let me grow my tail." Gwen panted, finding it hard to concentrate with the overwhelming twin pleasures of the beast's buttfucking tail and Kate's hot tongue smashed against her cunt.

Kate let go of Gwen's buttocks, and she rolled her hips back a little, pulling her muff off Kate's mouth.

"Only this," Kate said roughly, quickly smiling. "Okay?"

"No more after this," Gwen said, rolling her hips forward again to plant her pussy on Kate's mouth, a little softer this time, with room for her lower to lick and move and breathe again.

Kate sucked at her clit briefly, and Gwen pushed out another inch of tail between her tight asscheeks, stiff and erect, black fur smearing against her buttocks. It was long enough now that it began to brush Kate's huge breasts, each one soft and hot against the taut new appendage.

The duality of her tail's growth was incredible. She was fucking her butt and being fucked, a sensitive newborn tail wrapped tight by her asshole. She clenched and rubbed and urged the werewolf within to cum from tailplay. Simultaneously, the human Gwen felt the double pleasures of anal and vaginal sex.

Her sensitive tail was resting on those gorgeous, huge breasts. She glanced back. She needed more, wanted more. "Kate," she said hurriedly, "rub my tail between your breasts."

Kate let go of Gwen's hips tentatively.

"Titfuck my tail," Gwen said eagerly, but Kate wasn't moving. She urged, "How many lesbians get to titfuck together?"

Kate was breathing faster. "That's so fucking dirty," she said, breath blowing on Gwen's pubes. "I'm into it."

Gwen swatted her damp tail down to Kate's sternum, and Kate reached down and grabbed both of her huge breasts from below, catching her nipples between her fingers and lifting her breasts together around Gwen's tail. It was an envelope of hot, soft flesh, aroused and sweaty around her tenderness.

Gwen shuddered orgasmically. She'd never imagined she could have a gay girl experience where she'd slide a sensitive rod through Kate's beautiful tits, but now she had a tail to thrust and rub.

Kate began to lift and grope her breasts, gently sliding their heft back and forth on her chest, tail trapped between her tight cleavage. Gwen resumed a slow rock on Kate's face, helping Kate brush her mound from vagina to clit with tongue and lips. Her tail slid back and forth, hairs being separated and dried as she fucked Kate's breasts with the werewolf within.

Gwen reached up to her small breasts and grabbed them with her pressure-laden hands, rubbing her nipples and groping tightly, adding their erotic song to the symphony of sex that echoed through her bones and tightened her flesh under her skin.

Her hands began to shake. She pulled them away from her ruddy little breasts and over-erect nipples and looked at her twitching fingertips. Unlike Mrs. Primrose, Gwen was wearing fake pink nails. There were cracks, a common grinding, but the nails popped up and bent without shattering. The pressure was momentarily almost painful--then the very tips of Gwen's fingers tented, and with incredible relief, as if released from a vice, her fingers lengthened in their skins and her werewolf claws ripped through her human fingertips.

"Thank God," she muttered.

The bones twitched again, and the shape of her hands expanded. Where the skin had been cut, it now split violently, breaking apart into sheets and strands that flapped back empty, leaving behind werewolf hands with long, powerful fingers. She clutched her breasts again and massaged her throbbing nipples.

Kate was still shaking her giant tits along Gwen's length. Gwen's clit was aching and pulsing to Kate's ministrations. Her asshole was unleashing more tail slowly, in tiny jerks.

Gwen's feet followed after her hands. Without fake nails, however, her claws split through easily, and her lengthening soles pushed her werewolf toes through the shredding ends of her human skin. Growing wider, stronger, her feet split their soles in two, skin sliding off her shifting, semilupine paws.

She closed her eyes briefly, feeling the growing pressure behind her dainty face. She was already wracked and gasping with the grimace of orgasm. Now there was a tension, which released it through her jaw. With a series of violent cracks, her teeth scythed out of her gumline, jutting instantly feral and long, forcing her mouth open a little to let them sort themselves. She was drooling, lips pulled open--then she grew enough jaw to hold them all, and in one massive snap of bone, her human muzzle jutted forward almost a full inch, instantly flattening her nose as if it were rubber stretched over her reshaping skull.

She could barely hold the wolf inside her head, but she tried to keep her mouth closed, to prevent her inner beast from erupting before she could finish growing her tail and get off of Kate.

Kate seemed oblivious to these shifts and tears. She was moving her tits faster, pinching and tugging at her nipples to make those huge breasts really feel the titfuck. Gwen moaned with joy at the realization that Kate was getting off on this. It was, after all, a lesbian act, even if it was monstrous, and hadn't that been Kate's fantasy tonight?

Gwen concentrated on her bottom briefly and bent over a little further, straining momentarily to alleviate the ever-increasing pressure by forcing a couple of inches of tail to grow out of her butt. She couldn't tell where the main show was--her asshole was uniquely sensitive, but her clitoris was the burning star of pleasure that ignited her teen lesbian ass with its heat.

Another inch of muzzle grew under her face with a shuddering grind. The skin was pulling tight on her cheeks, distorting her face, making it appear tented over a clearly lupine shape. With every passing second, Gwen the human was torn apart, and Gwen the lesbian werewolf readied herself to emerge into the world.

Kate's titfuck was almost out of control now. Her huge breasts were sloshing and slapping together in waves. She was rubbing Gwen's sticky, sensitive tail, but she was also masturbating with her nipples, an experience that'd required such unnatural arousal, Gwen doubted Kate had been able to do it before now.

She could feel Kate's oncoming orgasm in the unsteady, manic licking of her pussy. She could feel it in the wild slathering of her tail. It pushed her to the edge to know that even now, approaching the end, Kate was still turned on by fucking her.

With Gwen's increasing arousal, the pressure in her bottom began to skyrocket, asshole throbbing with pleasure, buttocks throbbing, rump throbbing as the thicker base of her tail began to strain to straighten instead of bend with her human skin.

"I'm so close Kate," Gwen said, "It feels like..."

Kate was beginning to moan and groan while eating Gwen's muff faster and faster, driving Gwen closer and closer to cumming, making her run rivers of sweat, driving her gay butt to endure pressures that her humanity could barely contain.

"I'll rip open!" Gwen cried, voice distorted by her jaw and deepening in her throat.

She tensed all over. Her muscles flexed, bulked. She groaned, strained with all her might to tip the scales, to turn this pressure into release, to push the tail out entirely--but the pressure only rose faster, bringing her closer to a simultaneous anal and vaginal climax.

Kate began to shudder and squeal. She planted her lips over Gwen's clitoral hood, unable to keep licking, and just sucked deep and hard, shaking her head from side to side.

Gwen had reached her limit. The tail would no longer fit in her body. Her butt cheeks were swelling, tightening. The werewolf was going to burst out of her ass. She craved to unleashed her sexual self through her asshole.

She willed herself to cum and become, and she slammed her pussy forward, back arching, half-muzzle snapping shut with clenched jaw, clitoris exploding in orgasm, squirting again from the tightness in her pussy. The electric shock of cumming arced up through her tight ass, and she burst. Her tail exploded a foot and a half longer, ripping her human asshole apart with a massive anal orgasm, twin to the first, tail flying out and straightening, splitting the human skin up her ass and rump in one long meaty schrip. Her tail slid through Kate's breasts before whipping free and standing erect, giving her inner beast a tailgasm, redoubling the drenching of cum on Kate's face.

Kate was drowning in juice and pleasure, and with one final tug on her tits, she released her breasts and cummed from her bare pussy, shooting a jet of sticky liquid that splattered across the floor. She squirmed and arched her chest, cumming in both breasts. Her eyes were rolling back in her head from the sheer queerness of her newfound lesbian experience, from the raw pleasure of having delved so quickly into the deepest taboo.

Gwen reached back, grabbed her buttocks, and yanked them back towards her hips. She didn't seem to have enough force to split her short womanly taint, but she was glad to loosen the skin off her cumming ass, allowing the dark fur on her werewolf buttocks to dry and cool a little.

She got up off Kate, still burning up, but ever so briefly satiated. She whipped her tail experimentally, then naturally wagged it, as if she'd always had it. It was drying now.

Kate was gasping for air. She turned her head to look at Gwen, then saw the change in her ass, the ripped and loose skin. In the post-coital clarity, she must've seen that she'd lingered too long already. She rolled over to get up instantly, grabbing at her own clothes and bundling them up without a word.

"Kate," Gwen said sadly.

"I have to go," Kate said.

Gwen had asked her to. Even though she wanted Kate to stay, to support her through the last scrap of shed skin, she had asked. She said nothing as Kate bundled up socks but didn't grab shoes.

Gwen could see clearly now in the half-lit gym. Her eyes had transformed. The sundering of her human ass had triggered an inner transformation. The duality had tipped over. Before, she'd been a human schoolgirl unleashing her inner werewolf. Now she was the werewolf shedding her outer schoolgirl.

She had werewolf eyes now, and she could see clearly the pain and fear on Kate's face. Kate was regretting staying. She was probably afraid that Gwen's cum was infectious. Gwen's instincts said she was safe, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.

Kate stared hopelessly at Gwen. She didn't have any words either. What could she say? Sorry, I'll be going, lose your humanity and live a good life?

There was only the resurgence of buried grief, communicated by a grimace on Kate's face and by two silent tears squeezed from Gwen's golden eyes.

Kate turned away and ran, still naked, clutching her clothes and pushing open the gym door, flying out into the school hall. Maybe she'd find an unlocked door. Maybe she'd bottle herself up in a classroom until sunrise. Gwen and Mrs. Primrose would be gone by then, and there'd only be skins and clothes and lies to tell. Kate would handle that just fine, Gwen thought. She must.

The swinging door hissed on an air spring and then clapped shut.

Alone, Gwen glanced down at the cum they'd spilled on the floor and on the mess of her remaining clothes. It was still amazing to her that she could cum liquid at all. Only some women had well-developed Skene glands--only some could squirt. Lycanthropic infection had given her that pointless ability, but it'd been satisfying to feel the liquid erupt from her pussy.

Kate had squirted too. She'd been well-developed all along, Gwen supposed. She'd been born with a body matching her rich sexuality. Gwen was gaining one now.

Her heart already ached, now that Kate was gone. That grief would have to wait though. She was feeling uncomfortably wrapped in her body, feeling the resurgence of her sex. Her clit was already getting hard again.

The gym door cracked open.

Gwen's heart fluttered. "Kate?" she called out, her voice increasingly guttural.

The door pushed open entirely, and on padded paws, a tremendous grey-furred werewolf slipped into the gym, sniffing the air. "No, not her," it said in a wolven tongue, which Gwen understood by instinct alone. "Your former teacher."

Mrs. Primrose was sexy to Gwen when she was a human. She'd been oddly arousing at a few points in her transformation. Now, to Gwen's werewolf eyes, she was breathtakingly beautiful and dominant. Gwen drank her in--her wide hips, her thick muscular ass, her absolutely huge heaving breasts with gigantic nipples, the shine of her fur, the sharp lines of her muzzle and face.

Gwen's natural arousal skyrocketed to actual, visceral horniness. Just looking at Mrs. Primrose made her anticipate ripping off her skin. She was a lesbian werewolf's dream.

"Mrs. Primrose," Gwen said, strangely relieved to be with her sire this close to the end.

"Call me Amy," said Mrs. Primrose. Her human name was twisted by lycanthropic speech, but the new tongue sounded sweet to Gwen's sharpening ears. "I saw your girlfriend run away."

Gwen felt the fur stand on end underneath her skin, and it made her shiver. "Were you... watching?"

Amy nodded, ears perking up. "You were beautiful together. I wish I had met my mate before she took my humanity."

"Mate?" Gwen asked.

Amy smiled, lips pulling back slightly over well fit teeth. "I'd tell you the whole story, but you'll know by instinct after you're born. I'll just say, the werewolf that bit me wanted to be my mate. I hope she's as wonderful as your girlfriend." Amy sat down on her ass with her legs apart and her hands on her knees, fat pussy bared openly between her legs, shimmering still with a thin film of liquid. She sniffed the air again.

"She's not my girlfriend anymore," Gwen said, barely able to form English words. Her tongue was lengthening in her mouth.

"She was aroused by your tail," Amy said, "I could smell her." She patted her damp vagina. "I masturbated while watching you fuck. It was incredible. When she called out, 'I'm gay!'" Amy rubbed herself briefly. "Very sexy girlfriend. You should ask her if she wants to become a wolf."

"Ask her?" Gwen asked, flabbergasted.

"Show her how beautiful you've become," Amy said. "I'll help you, after you've finished hatching." Her tail swished on the waxed floor behind her. "I think she'll say yes. It'll be so lovely! But first, I want to help you change."

"Help?" Gwen asked.

Amy's tail wagged harder. "You two were beautiful. I won't force anything. But I think you'd enjoy the change with me here."

Gwen crossed her arms under her breasts, feeling anxious at the notion that Kate could become a werewolf too--if she wanted to.

"I'll be your pin-up girl," Amy said, lifting one tremendous breast with her hand, nipple jutting. "Just stop worrying. I could smell it. Kate will say yes."

"She will?" Gwen asked.

"She will," Amy said. "Just embrace the change. You can feel it. I know. Your face wants to grow."

Gwen nodded quickly. The pressure was growing. Her ears were itching, but she was afraid to scratch them.

"I know you think I'm beautiful, so tell me what to do, and masturbate. Finger yourself to a beautiful werewolf. Let me be your porn." Amy was beginning to drip, turning herself on with her dirty language. "Let me be your lesbian whacking material." She said "whacking" in distorted English. It sounded exotic coming from her mouth. Gwen was enticed, she had to admit it.

She wanted to masturbate to a sexy werewolf, then turn into a sexy werewolf herself. Then... then Kate could change too, right in front of them. Gwen could imagine a red-furred beauty--oh God, she needed to see Kate's thick ass growing a tail.

Her clit was finally hardening up to full stiffness, not just from the transformation but from the idea of watching Kate become a shewolf too. All it'd take was one willing bite...

Gwen shuddered, feeling turned on by the image of her fangs gently sinking into Kate's palm. As if responding, the pressure in her face manifested itself in a slow, deep crack of bone. Her muzzle pushed forward yet another inch, pulling the skin tighter and tighter. She was so close to ripping open, her humanity now becoming more masklike than expressive. She was so close to bursting out of her human head. Her scalp itched with anticipation. So close...

"Having trouble talking?" Amy asked in a sultry whisper.

"Turn... around," Gwen said slowly, her half formed maw slipping ever so slightly beneath the stretched lips of her distorted Asian face. "Hands... knees... pussy."

Amy flipped over onto her hands and knees, then arched her back and pushed out her tush towards Gwen. Her ass was beautiful, her monumental breasts hung beneath her expansive chest, her beautiful lupine head was turned back to look at her reaction, but the prize was her camel toe pussy, dark and thatched with fur, with a hint of pink wetness inside.

It was the most beautiful pussy she'd seen, better than porn, and it was a werewolf's pussy. Gwen stepped up behind Amy, stopping a couple feet away. So this woman had infected her--but now she was helping her. Gwen figured she should've been angry, but this deep into the change, there was no more welcome sight than her sire showing off a sexy cunt.

She hoped that before the night was done, Kate would find a werewolf inside herself too, discovering a furry fat pussy deep inside that bare human snatch. Gwen felt in her heart and loins that only Kate's inner beast would be more beautiful.

Staring at a beautiful woman's animal cunt, a woman she'd considered a distant and almost pornographic figure in her sexual development, Gwen began masturbating.

Her maw crackled. She'd seen the next step. The werewolf within would burst from her face. She began breathing faster, faster. Her voice grew deeper, groans becoming bestial growls, moans becoming pained, eager whines. Still, she stared at Amy's increasingly aroused pussy, watching her vulva swell. Amy was turned on, listening and watching Gwen grow out of her skin.

Gwen was quaking. Her spine was crackling, lengthening.

The werewolf was coming fully awake in her, senses of smell and hearing changing, instincts twisting to new forms. The animal within wasn't just lesbian because Gwen was a lesbian--it felt gay by nature, as if becoming a werewolf meant you were already a queer woman. There were other facts connected to this in her mind, tantalizing but unformed, which she couldn't quite recall.

The tension continued to rise, making her face ache until it was literally beginning to hurt, yet there was something alluring about it--Gwen the human was inevitably fighting back, so close to breaking, but Gwen the werewolf was feeling the anticipation and eagerness of escape. Gwen's inner self was tasting freedom.

Gwen the human wanted to give her that freedom. She wanted this rebirth. She wanted the wolf to burst from her face! The very notion--the desire itself was arousal incarnate, and her pussy was already rocketing back towards another orgasm.

Let her out! she shouted in her heart. Let out the lesbian monster! Rip open this schoolgirl and let me out!

A howl began to boil up in her lungs, a reflex born out of her chest. The werewolf within was calling out to the world. Control was slipping from her. Violent, sexual instinct was queen.

She saw that exposed, vulnerable vagina, that round ass, those broad hips, that tall brushy tail--and she felt like her pussy was going to burst if she didn't do something about it.

She pulled her hands from her labia, stumbled forwards and grabbed Amy's wide hips, then despite her desire for Kate, she slammed her crotch forward, thumping werewolf buttocks against her groin, touching neither vagina to flesh or fur, yet sending herself into a sexual frenzy of raw humping, animal and wet, moisture slinging into Amy's deep asscrack.

Her instincts told her that she was dominating a powerful werewolf. Still slamming Amy's fat ass against her crotch, Gwen threw back her head and unleashed her howl.

In an instant, Gwen's muzzle jutted out, and her face was stretched beyond what it could contain. The flesh of her mouth, the thickness of her lips--they grimaced and burst in a wet, meaty rip, black muzzle rocketing forth, cheeks sliding back as the werewolf pushed forward through her doll-like Asian face, shuddering and baying. She continued humping ass without pause.

"Cum!" Amy cried, "This is what you needed to transform, so cum on my butt! Squirt and drip on my pussy!"

Gwen's face was ripping apart. Her chin split, her brow split. The roughly torn halves peeled back in jerks from the howling black werewolf. The skin popped and peeled and tore, sliding down her sleek lupine head towards her throat like ripped stockings, old human lips and nose flapping empty at the edges of her hide.

With her crotch grinding on Amy's queer butt and her lupine head bursting out of her human one, with Amy's tail flicking back and forth on her belly and chest and brushing her breasts, Gwen cummed again and squirted a load of her sticky, thin female cum into Amy's asscrack and all over her dripping, horny pussy.

In the quake of orgasm, the werewolf forced the last of Gwen's face aside, driving her scalp to begin splitting open. She let go of Amy's hips, stumbled back and grabbed two handfuls of her long hair at about shoulder level, one for each side of her scalp. Then, as the final bay of her howl left her throat, she yanked down on her human hair, violently tugging over and over, slowly peeling the halves of her human scalp off the werewolf, freeing her wolven ears to stand tall, splitting the skin in short, brutal tears, revealing her matted long black mane.

Once the tear had reached over her skull, the rest of her human head gave out in a single slimy rip down to the nape of her neck, and the empty halves of her face and scalp fell to her shoulders.

Her howl trailed off and she opened her eyes. The werewolf shook her head, freeing her new mane to cascade wetly over her human back, just as long and beautiful as her human hair had been. The floppy, empty halves of human Gwen seemed shocked, their lips hanging open, the weight of her human hair pulling them down.

Gwen knew the lycanthropic tongue now. "This is wonderful." She petted her breasts gently with her werewolf hands, feeling them twinge and swell at her touch. There was so little left to change now. Her chest, her pussy--the things she felt defined her as a human woman were the last to succumb to the wolf. "Thank you."

Amy turned over to sit and rub Gwen's cum all over her horny genitals. "I'm glad. I feared you would hate what you've become."

"I would've asked for this," Gwen said, "if I could've known." Her nipples were becoming steadily more erect, unbelievably tense and stiff. She'd been svelte, but her puffy nipples had already been those of a larger breasted schoolgirl. Now they were actually sticking out an extra half inch, blood pulsing through them. "My breasts feel so tender," she said. "They're horny."

Amy stopped idly masturbating and pushed up onto all fours. "Do they ache?" she asked sweetly. "Teacher could kiss them and make them all better." She crawled forward a foot, bringing her head close to Gwen's knees. "You smell like pussy," she whispered.

With the beautiful werewolf's maw so close to her vagina, Gwen could feel herself grow horny one last time. She arched her back and thrust out her chest. Her mounds were already swelling to match her nipples, stretching the skin of her human breasts a little thinner, making the skin seem a little translucent and thus a little darker. She reached down between her legs and began to rub her mound. "Lick them," she said.

Amy rose onto her knees, then grabbed Gwen's shoulders, and with a long hot tongue, she licked Gwen's intense left nipple. Gwen shuddered, feeling her breast respond with a rush of expansion. Kate seemed to notice and switched to the right breast, lapping at the nipple until Gwen was practically shaking like she had a fever and chills. "Mmm," Amy said, "delicious breasts."

Both erect nipples were starting to hurt. They were so aroused, Gwen didn't even want to touch them. She grabbed Amy's shoulders and grimaced, lips folding along her maw. "Just, lick my pussy."

The former teacher complied, getting down on all fours again and sliding her maw up between Gwen's human thighs. Her long tongue tasted the juice dripping along Gwen's ruddy labia. Gwen spread her legs a little, then waited with anticipation for what only a long, wolven tongue could do with her snatch.

In one delicious slurp, Amy shoved several inches of tight muscle up through Gwen's inner labia and deep into her vagina, penetrating her with slimy warmth and heat.

Gwen groaned, feeling her breasts blossom until they were as large as Kate's tremendous breasts, a pair to match the woman she loved. The skin over her chest was drawn so tight, and the erect nipples tenting the old skin were impossibly stiff for a human. Only a shewolf could have tits like these, Gwen thought, and the pressure was still growing somehow, even if her tits were not.

Amy Primrose, now a lesbian werewolf, ate the pussy of her once-hated student become werewolf, and that student, Gwen Kim, felt the final, deep, core arousal grow deep in her vagina, in the heat of her innards, the heat that would end her humanity.

Being penetrated by Amy's tongue was fucking the werewolf into Gwen's soul, forcing it through the final seal of her human pussy. In her mound, her werewolf snatch formed.

Her chest heaved. Her nipples thrust repeatedly against the overstretched skin, slowly wandering towards one another as the tightness of her human hide wrapped up her enlarged breasts. The scratch of skin across her werewolf nipples was making her unbearably horny. Each one was electric with tension. She could feel each breast filling up with pressure, filling up and growing heavy. She wondered if her nipples could--

Amy pulled out and interrupted Gwen's thoughts by running her thick tongue up over Gwen's abused clit. Pleasure burst throughout Gwen's body like fireworks, the rush towards the end. Each nipple was ready to burst, she could feel it now. There it was, inside of each tit, something to release.

Gwen balled her fists, threw her head back, and thrust her chest forward. The skin at the center of each old human nipple was filled with pinholes, where the skin had naturally contained ducts and pores for milk. Without even using her hands, she could feel a little hole over each werewolf tit begin to dilate under pressure, to rip from the sheer force of her thrusting breasts.

She was going to cum milk, she knew it, and she welcomed it.

Her nipples were horny enough to rip through her skin, and Gwen cried out with joy. Under immense, orgasmic pressure, her skin burst open and two black werewolf nipples thrust through her human breasts into the cold air, instantly crescendoing in two explosions, jetting searing hot milk.

Amy ignored the white jets raining down across her back and head and lapped harder at the schoolgirl's clit.

Gwen could feel the tear of skin rushing towards the thin membrane over her werewolf cleavage, which had once been the flesh over her sternum. With milk squirting irregularly from her cumming titties, she reached down, ignoring her chest, and she prepared to usher in her own sexual rebirth.

Amy licked faster, faster, brushing back Gwen's clitoral hood and abusing her clit despite her tenderness after so many orgasms.

Gwen could feel the final explosive cum building up.

Amy must've been really turned on by being milked over by her former student. With a shudder, she began to squirt onto the floor behind her, cumming gently.

Gwen smelled the cum of her teacher, the cum of Kate, the cum of lesbian sex, and with that blend of smells, she suddenly could see a hope--a new fantasy. She could see herself and Amy together, sandwiching Kate's nude human body between them.

She could imagine a lesbian threesome leading to Kate's rebirth.

That hope drove her final transformation, as her clit retreated from Amy's ministrations, drawing inward, not just beneath the hood but down through the flesh, becoming the heart of the werewolf's snatch. The werewolf, not the human, began to cum.

Gwen pushed away Amy, threw back her head, hooked each half of her human labia with her werewolf fingers, and yanked her pussy open. Black, furred snatch peered out instead of pink. She hooked deeper, and the howl erupted from her throat as she ripped her entire pussy mound in two with a satisfying meaty burst, a moment of destruction that was also an explosion of pleasure, snapping her taint in two and baring her squirting werewolf pussy.

"Hatch, show me your real pussy!" Amy shouted over her howl.

Gwen's tight little Asian snatch was ripped apart with a sticky peel of human pussy lips, and out of her old sex came a thicker pussy mound, fat with camel toe, dark and swollen and crowned with a massive bush of pubic hair growing out of her fur. Liquid continued jetting forth from between her thick werewolf pussy lips, and Amy howled sympathetically at the sight.

Gwen kept pulling, yanking up and away, ripping the skin open at her thighs, causing the already thin skin to rip along the sides of her legs and come off. She stretched her arms outwards, gripping the scraps of her human vagina in her wolf hands while she yanked her skin open like a coat, straight up over her belly, up between her breasts, up to the tear coming down from her face and meeting at the collar bone. Her breasts were released through the gap, falling out into the air, finally taking on reasonable shape. She was a D-cup with large but not absurd nipples.

She released the hairy scraps of her old pussy, grabbed the ruins of her human tits, and pulled her skin back like it was a button up shirt, peeling it back off her shoulders and pulling her werewolf arms out of her human sleeves, then throwing its weight back behind her, feeling it pull wetly off her back and hips, finally falling in one piece to the ground.

Her howl died away, and she lowered her head to breathe deeply, to relax, to admire what she had unleashed from within herself.

The wet, shredded skin of an Asian schoolgirl lay in a pile on the gym floor, half-turned inside out. The second victim of the infection was there on the floor, but the second woman to escape her humanity stood proudly above it, finally freed!

Gwen felt the last drops of cum run down her furry inner thighs. She felt the relief of her pussy mound, no longer under pressure. Her milk was drying up, her nipples softening and relaxing.

Amy stood up before her. "That was beautiful, Gwen."

Gwen blinked, almost shocked at the experience, but mostly content. "I want Kate to have this too," she said.

"What does it feel like to you?" the former teacher asked.

"It's like I'm myself and I'm someone else also." Gwen said. "Like I've always been inside of myself, but the bite made sure that my human self couldn't keep me locked up any longer."

"You're you," Amy said, "just the most honest you, stripped of trappings and costumes. You've been given form, born from the body that could no longer contain you."

Gwen took a deep breath. "Sorry that I humped you like that."

"You wanted to hump me, so you humped me. That's animal, but there's nothing to be afraid of, no shame in it."

"What about Kate?" Gwen asked, considering for the first time what it meant to sleep with her teacher so soon after losing her virginity to her girlfriend.

"You know who you love and who you'd choose over me." Amy smiled, all fangs. "Plus, I know what you're thinking."

Gwen tilted her head. "What?"

"Three women, three werewolves. It's a lesbian orgy."

Gwen felt her heart quicken at Amy's words. "Is Kate still here?"

"I can smell her. Can't you?"

Gwen closed her eyes and sniffed the air. Somewhere nearby, there was a sense of connection, drawing out through the door--the smell of Kate, not just like a smell but like a pattern that led through the world, like an intention. It said, I'm afraid, but I can't run away. I don't want to. Not yet.

Come and find me. Come and find me.

Gwen opened her eyes and used her wolven hands to brush out her long hair. "She's still in the building."

"She's scared, but she wants something," Amy said.

"Me," Gwen said happily.

"She loves you."

Gwen stretched. She'd only grown half a foot during the transformation, still thin and small and svelte by werewolf standards, though now quite strong and buxom by human ones. She would be Kate's beautiful little nymph, even now.

Gwen had been reborn, but she hoped everything that Kate loved would remain. There was only one way to find out.

Two women had shed their skins. One remained.