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Kate's Werewolf Girlfriend (Final TF)

It was easy to count Kate's boyfriends--one for every year since 7th grade, and one even before then. Seven total, including her senior fling. She knew their names like a grocery list: Eric, Dennis, Matt, George, Lance, Young, and Kirk.

She'd only had one girlfriend, and only for one hour. Gwen.

This very evening, a werewolf born from their Spanish teacher had stolen Gwen away with its infectious bite. By now, the monster within Gwen would've burst from her skin. Kate hoped in some sense that Gwen had survived the metamorphosis, that the beast hadn't devoured her mind.

Howls echoed through the halls.

Kate shuddered in the cold dark corner of a classroom and cried because her ex-girlfriend was no longer human.

--

Down through the years, they came and went.

Eric stole Kate's first kiss and groped her budding breasts. She masturbated alongside Dennis. Matt took her virginity in her final year of junior high. It was awkward, but she cummed.

Such thoughtless and passionate teenage romances.

As a freshman, George broke up with her because she often bailed on him to spend time with Gwen, her new best friend. Gwen was such a lonely girl when they met, beautiful but shy, and Kate wanted her to open up and find a little action in her life.

George accused Kate of being a lesbian, preferring her fellow cheerleader over the company of men. That was the first time Kate imagined sleeping with Gwen, but not in a solo encounter. Instead, she imagined sharing a blowjob, or rubbing Gwen's pert breasts and round buttocks while a man pounded her snatch.

The thought of groping Gwen's body while she writhed on a cock... The ache in Kate's pussy drove her to find porn of it, menage a trois. While cumming in a darkened bedroom late at night, she discovered her favorite new kink--one man, two women.

Still, she wanted Gwen to find a boyfriend. She considered herself a straight girl with a dirty porn fantasy.

That was close enough to the truth at the time. Bisexuality was too subtle for her immature worldview.

She became even more beautiful throughout high school.

Lance and Young were proud to date a cheerleader, then heartbroken when she grew distant with them over the summer.

Gwen became her closest confidante, coming to sleep at her house for days on end during school breaks and over weekends. Kate's other friends were becoming envious of her beauty and popularity, but Gwen alone remained absolutely loyal. The bonds of trust were tight between them. Gwen began teasing Kate, squeezing her breasts, rubbing up against her and joking about her sexy build.

Kate had enjoyed it. That's how close they were, how comfortable together, and that only reinforced her willingness to include Gwen in her threesome fantasies. Her sexual tastes were becoming more extreme. The porn she watched weighed more and more in the direction of threesomes with two women, and she began mentally noting her favorite female pornstars to see together.

She stopped fearing the scenes when the women were together on camera, kissing and licking and cumming queerly. If anything, these gay moments were part of the allure. She fantasized about safely fucking another woman while still dating a man.

Now the senior year was in progress.

Kirk was the first out of town boy she'd dated, and only because he was hands down the most handsome and intelligent man she'd met. He also turned out to be the most emotionally distant, once they were connected only by 'net and phone.

Gwen hated Kirk almost immediately. She'd never been a fan of any of Gwen's boyfriends, but something about Kirk's distance made him awful to her. Maybe it was Kate's tears that'd upset Gwen the most. Kate had never handled his silence well.

--

No, no. It was time to discard the thinking of the past.

Kirk had upset Gwen because Kirk had stolen Kate's heart. Now the tables had turned--Kate had not only willingly cheated on Kirk with her best friend, but Gwen had stolen Kate's love back.

Once they'd broken past the gay taboo, they'd instantly shared a complete relationship--overwhelming love, a friendship closer than family, and nasty, bucking, squirting lesbian sex.

It'd been the natural evolution, now that she looked back on it. After all those years of fantasizing about sex with a man and Gwen together, it'd taken so little to remove the man from the picture, to simply recast those fantasies with her alone.

How many kisses had she imagined, projecting her arousal onto some fictional figure with a hard cock? How many gropes and sly rubs and briefly licked pussies had she considered?

And she'd called herself straight, when she could barely remember a single man in those daydreams, yet she could recall the urge to touch Gwen over and over again, to spread her genitals and admire her beauty. Now the man was gone from her imagination. She could recall crying out this very night, cumming, triumphant in the queerness of her girlfriend licking her stiff clit.

Was it really that hard to admit?

She wasn't straight. She was bisexual. She'd loved men, but she'd loved a woman most of all, and now that she'd tasted Gwen's gay little snatch, she knew what turned her on best.

Gwen had been so fucking hot, Kate thought. She'd never thought otherwise, always including her in her fantasies.

They'd loved one another after four years of close friendship, four years of secrets whispered late at night. All secrets but this one--that at any time, they would've dropped their men to make love and become a couple, if only they'd had the courage to say anything before this crisis.

And now she'd lost Gwen. A werewolf had burst out of her skin.

Kate slumped and closed her eyes, trying not to cry again.

--

She must've fallen asleep for a spell. No matter. She felt a little hungrier and thirstier, but her head was a little clearer, and she'd have to wait overnight no matter what.

There wasn't a safe way to leave the school until she was sure the werewolves were gone, and she honestly wasn't ready to go. Promises had been made. She needed to collect Gwen's things, the shattered cell phones, the clothes and skin. She needed to dispose of all of it before dawn.

She didn't know what story she'd tell. Maybe Amy and Gwen had run off together, a lesbian tryst between teacher and student. That might be a story the press would believe. There'd be lots of questions, of course, but who would know the truth, even if they found the remains of their shed humanity?

What crime could they accuse Kate of? Magical skinning? Discarding bloodless flesh? There wasn't any trace of cutting or trauma. The old skin wouldn't even be true skin anymore, she supposed, since it tore so easily and didn't bleed.

It would be a long miserable road ahead, Kate knew that. There'd be questions and courtrooms and desperate attempts to find closure, but in the end, Kate would walk away a few years older on the outside and decades older within. Gwen would remain gone.

Her girlfriend was gone. She could envision Gwen's delicate little doll face, sad and desperate for Kate's love, but the vision didn't last. Her imagination drew together what she'd already seen through Amy's rebirth. Gwen's beautiful skin had tented, and a wolf's furry, fang-filled head had thrust through her ripping skin, her splitting scalp, her bursting face.

A werewolf was born out of the schoolgirl, howling.

Kate shuddered, then looked over her clothes. She'd put them on shoddily. No socks, no shoes. Her feet were cold. She didn't have a bra. Her heavy breasts spilled into her t-shirt, nipples visibly pressing against the cloth. She still hadn't found her belt. Gwen might've thought she was casually beautiful, but she felt like trash. Some of her stuff was piled by the desk, but she didn't have the energy to put it on.

She sniffed the air. She still stank of sapphic sex.

Gwen, Gwen. She closed her eyes and missed Gwen. It was gross, even animal to think this, but this smell was Gwen's love. Salty sweat and musky pussy and sweet female ejaculate.

She was vaguely aroused but doubly saddened.

At this point, no matter what, she wouldn't be going back to Kirk. That relationship had died with Gwen's clit on her tongue. Hell, her relationship with Kirk had hardly begun. Had he ever been as important as Gwen? No, he hadn't been loved.

He'd only been attractive.

It wasn't fair to him, she supposed, but he wasn't exactly in love with her either. That was obvious, and she could admit it.

Could she do anything about it though? She was close to the teacher's lounge. They might have a land line installed.

She knew Kirk's number by heart. She knew Gwen's boyfriend as well, a second-string football player named Reed. Him and Kate had been friends, once he'd started "dating" Gwen.

Had Gwen gone with him just to please her? Kate had complained about wanting to be rid of Reed's unrequited love. Finding him a date had been the solution, and she'd volunteered Gwen for it.

It made her feel sick to imagine how Gwen had felt, with the woman she loved urging her to start dating a man.

Kate pushed up out of the corner and stood. She'd call them, break up with them for her and Gwen both. The rest of the facts would wait until the light of day. She was burdening them with future questions from the authorities, but she would give them emotional closure before their world changed.

She listened quietly at the door. There were no sounds in the hall for almost a minute. The werewolves weren't out there--Amy and Gwen weren't stalking the school for her.

Good. She leaned into the bar knob until it lightly clicked, and the door slid open silently into the air conditioned hall. There were lights on at the end of each stretch, but the school was mostly dark. She thanked God that privacy concerns had kept cameras out of the halls. Secrets could be kept here.

She quietly ran down to the teacher's lounge and tapped the knob. To her relief, it was open. Amy must've been there making copies of the tests earlier. She pushed it open and slid inside, then flipped on the light once the door was fully closed.

This was a more comfortable place to hide, all things considered. There was a soft crimson couch, a counter top, a gently humming fridge, and a table bearing a cordless desk phone, LED blinking through the night as it charged.

She walked over to the fridge and stole a snack, half a sandwich and an orange soda that someone had left for the next day. It wasn't much, she ate and drank in a handful of minutes, but it all dulled the edge in her uneasy stomach.

Then she could no longer delay what she'd come here for. She picked up the phone, switched out the lights and sneaked over to the couch by memory, sitting in the darkness. She didn't want anyone to discover this place by the light inside.

She pulled up her legs. The face of the keys were lit. She dialed Reed first. It'd be a brief conversation. Anything elaborate would only give him questions that she couldn't possibly answer.

--

After two rings, he picked up. "Yo," he said sleepily. "Who is this? It's ten at night."

"It's me, Kate. I'm on a land line. My phone is broke."

"Oh, uh. Do you need a ride? Or..."

"No, I'm fine. Gwen doesn't have the confidence to do this. I'm doing it for her."

"Gwen?" Reed's voice was sharper, more awake. "What's up?"

"You had an argument earlier."

"Oh, um. Did she talk about it?"

"She didn't say anything bad, Reed. Don't worry." Her voice was calm. She couldn't believe how easily she was doing this, even though it felt like her heart was crammed in her throat.

"Is she still mad?"

"It doesn't matter," Kate said, "It wouldn't matter. You couldn't have said anything to change this. I'm sorry, Reed."

"Change what?" Reed's voice was tight with anxiety.

"Gwen is gay."

"What!"

"She confessed this afternoon, Reed. She's been in love with me... She wasn't going to sleep with you. She was a lesbian."

"Did I--"

"No, you didn't do anything. I pushed her into dating you, but she was always one hundred percent gay."

"Christ..." Reed was breathless.

"You're a handsome guy, Reed, but you didn't have a chance."

Reed didn't respond. There was silence on his end.

"She's breaking up with you. She's turned off her phone. Don't call her about it. Just leave her be, okay?"

"Christ, she was gay?"

"She feels terrible about it," Kate said. "Just don't harass her about it, okay? It's over. It'd never even begun."

There was a long pause, with Reed only breathing, summing up his thoughts. "It makes sense, you know?"

"It does. I need to go, Reed. Are you going to be okay?"

"No."

Kate frowned. "You know what I mean."

"Okay, okay. I mean, I was threatening to break up with her anyways. I told her. I guess this just makes sense, you know?"

"Yeah. I do. Bye Reed. Rest well. You didn't do anything wrong."

"Bye."

And he hung up the phone.

--

Slowly, she put in Kirk's number.

She cringed in anticipation of hearing his voice, but after six rings, his voice mail picked up.

"Leave it!" was all he said before the beep.

"I'm breaking up with you, Kirk," Kate said, "there's nothing to talk about. Don't call back." Then she hung up and waited.

It was so predictable. The phone rang back.

"What the hell?" Kirk asked, "Kate, is that you?"

"I'm here," Kate said, her soul leaden.

"You're breaking up with me? Why?"

"Do you love me Kirk?"

There was a long pause. "Why?"

"Do you love me?"

"Uh, do you want me to say that?"

She could tell Kirk the truth, tell him she was bi and in love with a woman, but he'd think that was evasive. He'd argue about it. "No," she said, "I'm breaking up with you because you don't love me. You barely even talk to me, Kirk."

There was a long, deep breath on the other end of the line. "You were hot, I give you that. But you're a needy chick. Sorry, I ain't your knight."

"Don't be sorry. Goodbye Kirk."

"Yeah, whatever." He hung up.

--

She didn't even want Kirk to love her, but the knowledge that he'd never loved her, that she'd just been a burden to him--that was crushing. She dropped the phone on the carpet, laid back in the dark, and silently cried, burying her head in the couch. The whole thing would stink of sex by morning. Fuck it.

Several minutes passed.

A sound, a footfall, the gentle scratch of a claw on tile.

Kate froze and stopped breathing. Was it her imagination? No, no, there was another foot, then another. Don't move. If either of the werewolves were in the hall, she'd wait for them to pass.

There was a loud sniff just at the edge of the lounge door. Then continued snuffling, and a low murmur of something she couldn't understand or make out. Talking?

There was a solid knock on the door, and Kate yelped involuntarily. Then she clapped her hand over her mouth. No, no, no. She didn't want to be attacked by the beasts.

"Kaaaate?" called out a husky, heavily slurred voice.

Chills swept up and down her body. She could hardly believe it. Her heart was missing beats. She felt like she could vomit.

"Kaaaaaaaaate," slurred the voice.

It was Gwen. Oh Christ, it was Gwen, and she was talking.

The knob was checked. The door creaked open. Kate was pinned to the couch by fear. The silhouette was terrible to behold, both womanly and feral at once.

The black-furred werewolf slid into the dark room, her mouth opening in a relaxed lupine smile. She waved gently, then said something in another language, something that seemed more natural and soft and quick than English.

The grey-furred werewolf stepped into view in the door. Amy was much taller, more muscular, and vastly more buxom. She replied in the werewolf tongue and smiled too.

Gwen found the light switch, then stepped into the teacher's lounge. Amy walked in behind her and closed the door.

"Were you talking?" Kate asked tensely. She knew the answer, but it had terrifying implications. She had to question it.

Gwen closed her mouth and nodded but said nothing.

Kate hadn't budged an inch. "What do you want?"

Gwen already had a strange gait, leaning a little forward. She easily slid down to a seated position before the couch, supporting herself on her hands before sitting back like a human on her muscular bottom.

"You can talk," Kate said.

Gwen shook her head, then spoke in her new language, soft and quick and incomprehensible. It was the language of the muzzle.

"You're Gwen?"

The black-furred werewolf unconsciously pressed her arms together around her large breasts, pushing them forward while pulling her shoulders in shyly, thick dark nipples pointing out. She nodded, unafraid of the sexuality of her nudity--even unaware of it--but clearly saddened by Kate's question.

"You're Gwen," Kate said, relaxing very slowly.

Gwen's expression was slightly pained. Her lupine head was capable of conveying all the subtle folds of fear and sorrow--Kate knew immediately how Gwen felt.

Kate said, "You were scared that I'd left already?"

Gwen nodded and her expression softened with relief.

Amy spoke harshly in the quick tongue, and Gwen snapped back, quiet and sharp. Kate froze at her former teacher's husky voice.

"What did she say?" Kate asked.

Gwen couldn't answer, but she shifted up onto her knees and scooted closer to Kate's reclined head, who tensed up even further but tried not to withdraw. She reached out, quietly, slowly, and held her hand just above Kate's wrist.

"Are you going to bite me?" Kate asked, her voice cracking.

Gwen turned her head away and closed her eyes, ears back against her beautiful mane of black hair, lips drawn in a grimace. She took a deep breath, and Kate couldn't help but glance at the rise of her large breasts, the tautness of her bare dark belly, the shape of her hips and buttocks. She was Gwen, just moreso sexual, somehow more comfortable.

Kate felt her clit stiffen a little, not at the mere vision of her former girlfriend's femininity, but at the fantasy of stroking Gwen's soft fur. She looked absolutely shimmering and healthy, a beauty to touch. It was a grotesque thought, and Kate tried to banish it from her mind.

Gwen turned back and opened her eyes, then carefully rested her palm down on Kate's arm. She gently pulled. Kate resisted without thinking, and Gwen paused and waited.

Kate could see in her eyes a wondrous patience. She knew Kate was scared. Kate closed her eyes and deliberately relaxed.

In that moment, there was motion, and Kate yelped again, instantly imagining the teeth in her flesh, the teeth she feared more than anything else. The fangs of infection.

Her hand was pulled to Gwen's chest, just above her left breast, and Gwen pressed Kate's fingers into the warm dry fur. Kate opened her eyes in shock. Gwen was worried, longing, anxious. The twist of her werewolf lips, nothing like a wolf, the folding of her brow. She was still a woman.

Gwen's heart was beating violently beneath Kate's palm.

Kate's fingers clenched fur, gently, and she realized with a start that she was really, truly touching Gwen. The musk that wafted off the werewolf's matted thighs was Gwen's pussy and ejaculate from earlier that night. The animal eyes still bored into her own as Gwen's had, pupils wide and drinking in Kate's beauty. Gwen was holding her wrist. Gwen was here.

"Gwen," Kate said, as love burst from her heart like a wound, flooding her chest with a painful regret, a lost desire blended with her fear of the unknown, making her almost ill.

She'd understood with her head that Gwen the werewolf was still Gwen, but now she felt that knowledge through and through.

Kate began to cry with gentle sobs. It was almost too much to bear. Gwen let go of her hand and waited.

Nearly thirty seconds passed before Amy spoke over her tears, deafeningly loud in the silence of the lounge. Again, the quick tongue sounded like a dark command.

Gwen reached out and grabbed Kate's arm and pulled her up until she was sitting on the couch, not lying down.

Kate began shaking.

Then Gwen climbed onto the couch herself, warm and furry, and she sat down beside Kate, snuggling up against her soft body. Kate was still larger than her, even though Gwen had grown during her transformation.

Kate could smell Gwen's hair in every inch of the werewolf. It was Gwen's body, tight and slender. She knew deep down it was Gwen beside her. She knew it, but she said, "You're gone," and her tears redoubled in strength, wracked by true sobs.

Gwen shook her head and shifted how she sat, sliding in between Kate's arm and her ribs, snuggling down. Kate wrapped her arm tight around the smaller woman, squeezing her close. Gwen's eyes were closed as she turned her head and laid her muzzle against Kate's chest, across the top of her heavy breasts.

This was everything Kate had wanted but deeply perverted, even ruined by the bestial nature of the woman in her arms.

Gwen opened her eyes and tilted her head up to look at Kate. She reached up and ran her fingers through Kate's straight red hair.

There was a clench of fear. What could she do, when a werewolf loved her? There was nothing, nothing. She wanted nothing of that inhuman future, but she wanted Gwen still.

She didn't pull back. She couldn't hurt Gwen just because she was afraid. She held on tight to her.

Gwen waited, but fear was written on her drawn muzzle, across her sad eyes. She was reading rejection out of Kate's silence, and Kate could feel it in her tense muscles.

But what did Gwen want? What could they do? She couldn't become like Gwen. Even now, she feared the transformation like death, because the Asian girl she'd loved was nothing but empty tatters on a gym floor, annihilated forever to unleash the beast within.

If she was bitten, that would be her fate too, to explode open and let out a werewolf, as if one even now lurked just inside her, waiting for the touch of monstrous teeth to emerge, literally ripping out of her skin.

No, no, no. "I can't," Kate said, pulling her arm off Gwen.

Gwen reached out to hold her shoulder.

Kate shrugged her off. "No!" Then pushed back on the couch, pushing away, out of Gwen's grasp, out of her reaching arms, away, away, away from the werewolf.

Kate was climbing over the arm of the couch before she knew it, but Amy stepped in front of her and barked something short and harsh. Maybe stop. Maybe no. Kate froze.

"Please," Kate pleaded, "please, let me go."

Gwen was folding up on the couch, horrified, her muzzle turned towards her chest. She could hardly believe her hopes and dreams were dying. She could hardly move.

Amy snatched Kate on the wrist with her strong grip.

"No!" Kate shrieked.

Amy lifted upwards, pulling the cheerleader off the couch and to her feet, hanging by one arm from Amy's monstrous grasp. She was a towering, feral goddess of storm-grey fur, clearly dominant.

Kate shouted wordlessly, trying to yank backwards, to push off with her feet and away from the shewolf, but Amy was both flexible and powerful. She just lifted higher, until all of Kate's leverage disappeared. Then she shouted in her tongue, so loud that the fight was driven out of Kate.

"Please." She began to cry, tears squeezed and falling. "Please, Gwen, help." She couldn't turn around to see Gwen, but she could hear her moving. "Gwen, tell her to let me go. Please, Gwen."

The black-furred werewolf behind her climbed over the couch arm and stood, a dark presence behind her.

Tears were gushing out of Kate's eyes. "I love you, Gwen. Please. Please." She was wracked by a sharp sob. She sucked in, trying to breathe. "Don't. Don't let her bite me. Please."

Kate could hear, with mounting horror, the soft wet sound of Gwen's mouth opening just behind her. She could feel the warmth and weight of Gwen leaning in.

Amy spoke a final, quiet command.

Even so, it was a soul crushing surprise when Kate felt the sharp prick of Gwen's teeth sinking into her deltoid through the cloth, wet with saliva, biting with an infection that Kate feared as much as death.

Gwen pulled her teeth out, and Amy let go.

Kate fell to her knees, the energy drained from her instantly. The werewolves stood over her...

Amy was triumphant.

Kate turned around, tears streaming over her pale cheeks.

The fur beneath Gwen's large eyes was glistening with thick tears of her own.

--

For the first few minutes, Kate was curled up alone on the couch, and no matter what Gwen did, she refused to unfold or acknowledge her girlfriend's presence.

Amy sat on the floor and looked pleased with herself, admiring her fur and build and inspecting in the good light what she'd become. She wasn't the slightest bit concerned about Kate's attitude, or at least she didn't show it.

Staring into her own arm, Kate considered what'd come to pass.

Gwen had been horrified by the bite. That much was clear. But why do it? Because Amy had planned on infecting Kate, and Gwen wouldn't allow another werewolf to bite her girlfriend first.

She'd seen how lycanthropy had affected Amy. Gwen too. They'd become ecstatic. Their fear had transformed into lust before their bodies had hatched into werewolves.

Kate knew, from all of the orgasms she'd witnessed that evening, that the process was incredibly pleasurable.

But the real sticking point, the thing she had to believe, was that she wasn't dying. She had to believe Gwen was still here.

Yet she couldn't bring herself to see the monster who bit her. She stared into her arm and waited.

Soon enough, Kate could feel the moon circling through the sky.

--

The feeling was halfway between a mild fever and a chronic arousal, as if she'd been caught masturbating and hadn't found any time to finish. Her clit kept stiffening and relaxing, over and over, and her mind kept returning to erotic moments.

There was Gwen's cute little face in her crotch, licking her fat pussy while she shouted, "I'm gay!" And God, how good she'd felt to let out that lesbian urge, to unleash her sexuality on her best friend, to cum on a woman's dainty little tongue.

There was Gwen's tight little snatch grinding into Kate's mouth. There was Gwen, finding animal release by humping the head cheerleader's face, by fucking her best friend and making her taste swollen, dripping, horny lesbian pussy. By making her drink girly cum, swallowing the sweet and salty orgasm.

Then, most terribly, there was Gwen's furry, damp shewolf tail. It'd been stiff, alive--freshly thrust from Gwen's tight ass--it'd been impossibly strange, clearly pleasurable. Then Gwen had asked Kate to play with her tail, to titfuck her wolfness.

And with pussy on her mouth, the stench of sex, the warm tail of her lover sliding across her chest--Kate had become unbearably aroused by the almost shameful notion that she would perform a lesbian titfuck with a werewolf's tail.

It'd turned her on so much, her nipples had cum from being tugged, her humongous breasts had cum from being rubbed and doted upon by Gwen's tail, and her untouched pussy had cum, deeper and more satisfying than filling herself with dick, clit cumming solely with desire.

She'd cum because she'd fucked her transforming girlfriend something nasty, and the thought of doing something so obscene had been too much of a turn-on for her poor body to handle.

Lesbian sex, bestiality, werewolves hatching--a tail giving Gwen an anal experience. It'd scared Kate after she'd blown her own girly load. The terror? That she hadn't been afraid of consenting to that orgiastic, monstrous, wild bucking lesbian shewolf fuck.

She'd feared her own werewolf desires would drag her in. She'd feared she'd want to become the beast. She'd feared her filthy sexual urges would betray her pure desire to remain human.

--

Werewolves whispered. Words were quietly exchanged in a tongue that Kate didn't quite understand.

--

Imagine if a woman hatched, if a werewolf burst from her skin--and if that werewolf was still her. What then?

Werewolves forsook civilization. Losing their humanity, they also lost family, friends. Gone, gone.

What waited out there in the wilds? Other werewolves? Or a lonely life? Did isolation drive some desperate werewolf to bite their teacher several weeks ago?

Was isolation Kate's inevitable curse?

It was reasonable to shun this transformation. It was reasonable to desire the human condition, good and evil alike.

--

There was a gentle whisper, fearful and sad. "She hates me."

"She's afraid. Fear isn't hate."

"Why threaten her? You said she would choose."

"She was panicking."

"She's mine, not yours to sire."

"If I'd bit her, it wouldn't change her feelings."

"It matters to me. You forced me to bite first."

"What's done is done. She's yours now. Don't worry so much."

Kate asked, "Hello?" She tilted her head to face the shewolves.

Silence, stillness. The two werewolves turned to look at her, their long ears perked up high, their firm bodies tensed.

"I heard voices," Kate said.

"You can understand?" Gwen asked, her wolven lips moving to the animal tongue, every word clear as moonlight.

"She can," Amy said simply, "but she can't speak it."

"Have you been talking about me?" Kate asked quietly.

"Only in the last few minutes," Amy said, "Gwen is afraid. You spent so long curled up. You wouldn't look at her."

Gwen was seated cross-legged on the carpet. She turned away, ears sinking slightly, ashamed as only an animal can be.

"You may have hated me as a human," Amy said, "but I'm still older than you, Kate. I'm wiser." She spoke with a firmness that brooked no argument, and considering her size and strength, Kate couldn't imagine contradicting her. "No lying, no hesitation from either of you, or I will shake you by the neck."

"Yes ma'am," Gwen said.

"Kate?" Amy asked.

"Yes," Kate said, once she realized what Amy expected of her.

Amy was still seated animal-like, laid out on one side, a buxom woman reclined with her legs crossed, yet her shape was slightly more lupine, slightly more comfortable spread out on the ground. Her massive breasts fell and rose with every deep breath in her tremendous chest. She was such a dominant werewolf.

Her tail wagged very gently. Swish, swish against the carpet. "Do you hate Gwen?"

"No," Kate said, looking over at the black-furred werewolf. Gwen still wouldn't meet her eyes.

"Are you angry with her?"

"No."

"Who are you angry with?

"You," Kate said, "I'm scared too."

Her wagging increased in speed. "Honesty. Good. Gwen, did you want to bite Kate before she asked you to?"

Gwen shook her muzzle. No.

"But I told you to."

Gwen nodded slowly.

"Why?"

"The choice doesn't matter," she said, "Only the feeling."

"Correct!" Amy was pleased. "Kate, let me tell you the briefest story. You don't have to believe it. Once you change, you'll know it. It'll be like an old memory. It's our heritage."

--

The details are almost forgotten. Only the bones of the story remain, a fossil tale as old as the species. With intelligence came terrible hate. With hate came prejudice.

Only the moment of the first rebirth is remembered, innate to every inheritor of the curse. A woman who loved women crouched over her dying lover. She had to escape persecution. She had to become a beast of the wilds. She had to save her wife. By the light of the full moon, her rage became a hex.

She clutched the skin over her heart, bursting with emotion, and she ripped her skin open, baring an unwounded shewolf's chest, fertile breasts heaving and dark. From her fingers and toes burst her claws. Through her bottom, she unleashed her tail. With a howl, her face exploded into a fang-filled muzzle, and she ripped her scalp away with her monstrous hands. Standing over her lover, she reached into her human genitals and tore them in two, baring her bushy vagina, finding that the beastly curse had transformed her to the core of her sex.

She shredded and threw away her human pelt. Then, so soon after her monstrous rebirth, she bit her wounded lover on the hand.

It was a curse with a purpose. It spread with careful design.

The world isn't swarming with werewolves. The bite doesn't infect every victim, and the bite is rarely given.

--

Amy finished, "There are other breeds for other purposes, but this curse is for our salvation. It creates lesbians and bi women who survive far away from a cruel society. It gives absolute freedom to women in love."

"If you bit just any girl?" Kate asked.

"Nothing would happen," Amy said. "If you can't love another woman, deeply and truly, then you won't hatch."

"Were you bi?" Kate asked.

"I've known since I was twelve," Amy said, "I kissed another girl after Sunday school. She was my first love, but we were caught together. We'd sinned. We pretended it never happened. Fortunately, my sire knew my nature. The curse knew."

"I'm a lesbian," Gwen said, finally looking back at her girlfriend. "I first fell in love with you, Kate."

Kate's heart was beginning to hammer. She couldn't tell if it was the low grade fever of the infection or her anxiety, but the rule was honesty, no hesitation. "I'm bisexual," she said, feeling a weird relief as the words were spoken aloud, "I first realized it when I fantasized about having sex with you, Gwen."

Gwen's face lit up with joy. "When? When did you fantasize?"

"When we were freshmen. George accused me of being gay, so I toyed with the idea. I was afraid, so I fantasized about us sleeping together with another man. It felt safe."

"Another man?" Gwen asked.

"It was just a lie. What turned me on was the thought of having sex with you." Kate felt foolish for saying this much, but she pushed through to the end. "I love you, Gwen."

Gwen unfolded from her lotus position on the carpet. "Even now?" she said, "Even though we didn't ask you?"

"This isn't a fling," Kate said, "We've been in love for four years, right? Tonight is just when we first had sex."

Just like that, everything fell into place for Gwen, and she exploded with joy, literally leaping onto the couch, onto Kate, tackling her, wrapping her up in arms and legs, hugging her, rolling around, shouting, "Yes! Yes!" as they fell to the floor together, a heap of young women, a human, a shewolf.

Kate fell back with Gwen on top of her, surrendering to emotion, crying with joy as Gwen straddled her and smashed her giant breasts into Kate's chest and licked her face twice and then shoved her lips against Kate's mouth.

Kate opened wide and accepted Gwen's tongue for a deep kiss. She held Gwen's head, stroked her mane of hair. Gwen stroked Kate's sides, her shoulders, her hips. It was so perfect. Kate could feel her clit stiffen. Her vagina was wet.

Gwen was making out with her, and it was hot, queer and heavy with their heaving bodies rubbing together, their big tits grinding, nipples erect and bumping with only a little bit of cotton between them.

After almost thirty seconds, Gwen let up and pulled back. She sat up, still straddling Gwen's waist. Her fat werewolf pussy was hot and damp, just above Kate's waistline. Kate tried not to stare at it, but instead looked into Gwen's animal eyes.

"Do you want to do something really dirty?" Gwen asked.

"Yes," Kate said breathlessly, "Everything."

Gwen grabbed her hips and stuck her chest out, looking coy and then thoughtful. "Well, I used to have threesome fantasies too."

Kate's clit was thunderously erect at the word threesome coming out of Gwen's lupine mouth. Her breath quickened.

Gwen pouted. "I used to imagine Mrs. Primrose catching us together." She glanced at Amy. "She finds us kissing..."

"You naughty little school girls," Amy said with a grin.

Kate began to shudder. "We say we aren't really lesbians. Please, don't tell our parents? But it's too late."

Gwen's pussy was positively dripping on Kate's pants now. "Oh, she makes us do things first. She's turned on too, and she forces us to strip nude and experiment. She touches our bodies."

"I make you suck my huge tits," Amy said. "I finger your tight assholes while you straddle my legs. You grind your pussies on my thighs. Teacher makes you feel queer in both holes."

Kate grabbed her own aching breasts and fondled her nipples through the cloth. "We won't complain, because we both want it. We're going to blame her for making us touch..."

"But we're three horny gay girls," Gwen said, "We'll eat pussy."

"A lesbian threesome," Kate said, ready to tear off her clothes.

Gwen whispered, "Dirty girl on girl on girl sex."

--

Kate was drowning her fear in a sea of sex, but that didn't make her arousal any less real, and honestly, it didn't make lesbian sex any less erotic. If anything, there was a filthy desperation pulsing in her veins, a kind of heat passing through her like waves crashing on the shore. This throbbing!

She made out again with her werewolf girlfriend, muzzle to mouth, breathing heavily into each other, wrapping tongues together. Gwen's fur smelled wonderful up close; Kate gently clenched handfuls of it in her hands, then brushed it out, rubbing Gwen's sides, hips, and soft buttocks.

Amy watched, panting, legs spread with engorged pussy bared to them, but she wasn't masturbating. She was just watching, building up anticipation for joining the schoolgirls.

Gwen pushed up, still straddling. "I'll help you take off those clothes." She grabbed the collar of Kate's t-shirt with her hands, then said, "My, my, what big breasts you have."

"All the better to please you with," Kate replied.

Kate hadn't put her bra back on since their last fuck earlier that evening. Her sweaty tits were already spilling into her shirt, but with her renewing arousal, she could feel them swelling ever so slightly. Her nipples were erect against the cloth; she was sure Gwen could see their thickness.

"How big are they now?"

"Bigger," Kate said.

Gwen hooked the cloth with her thumb to start the tear, then tore open Kate's shirt in one long, satisfying rip of shredding cotton, fat tits squeezing through the gap and then spilling out, each tremendous breast swelling suddenly, nipples thrust into the cold air. They were firm, almost as large as her head and spreading gently to each side, heavy and jiggling.

"So hot!" Amy shouted. "Fucking cheerleaders, yes!"

Gwen leaned down and sucked hard on Kate's left tit, drawing the nipple up, pulling her head to tug on her whole breast. Pop! It fell free of her lips, and she reached down to Kate's right breast and sucked again, stroking Kate's whole puffy areola with her broad hot wolf tongue.

Kate wrapped her hands around the back of Gwen's head, moaning deeply. Her nipples were becoming more sensitive, not less, precursors of transformation.

If this kept up for maybe ten minutes, Kate could have cum from sucked nipples alone. But Gwen stopped after a few seconds and helped her pull off the ruins of her shirt, throwing them aside.

Kate asked, "Can we go to the couch?" The carpet was going to be a little itchy on her bare back.

"Why don't you take off those pants first?" Amy asked.

Gwen pushed off Kate and stood, then helped her up. Kate's red hair fell in a mess about her bare shoulders. She had her back turned to Amy, who was coming up behind her on all fours. She turned to face her, but Amy stopped. "No, face away," she said.

Kate turned back around.

"Grab your hips. Bend over a little for me."

Kate shook her ass, wriggling her wide hips as she bent over a little, arching her back, pressing her full, sweaty breasts out towards Gwen. Erect nipples were swollen and red.

"You fill those pants," Amy muttered, "so tight."

Kate reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped the crotch. They were very tight on her body, as if her hips and ass had grown a little more muscular and broad. Her soaked panties were wrapped tight to her pussy, no longer cold with old ejaculate but hot with the heat of her newly aroused genitals. Her jeans slid down just far enough to show the elastic white band of her underwear clinging tightly to her soft skin, almost digging in.

Her body was filling out her undies too tightly. She was definitely growing more buxom, more powerfully feminine.

Gwen was staring closely at Kate's fertile breasts, rubbing her furry inner thigh with a couple of fingers, trying to hold off a little longer.

Amy reached up with her grey fingers and dark claws, and she hooked the band of Kate's panties. She tugged them a half inch down, beginning their journey across Kate's slick, sweaty buttocks, revealing the first hint of the crack of her ass. Then she hooked jeans too, and in one smooth, slow pull, she peeled Kate's clothes off her thick cheerleader's ass, watching her soft, muscular buttocks squeeze out of her panties.

There was a buxom werewolf staring at her bare behind. Kate could feel a touch of hot shewolf breath on her thighs and pussy, which were now touched by the cold night air. She'd need a tongue to warm her up soon. She'd need a lesbian beast slathering her throbbing snatch. Pleasure pulsed deep in her, tension, bubbling up into desire to hump a shewolf's muzzle.

"So beautiful," Amy said, and she gently kissed the middle of Kate's right buttock with her snout, then helped pull her jeans down until Kate could kick them off.

Kate was completely naked, a woman nude and horny in a room with two other aroused nude women, both of them werewolves, monsters. She'd never have imagined this. Just that afternoon, she'd been thinking of Kirk, chatting with Gwen, chaste as a nun. Maybe that was the absurdity, that state which came before. This felt much better. She felt ferociously feral and gloriously gay.

She had to admit it. There was an element of near bestiality that made the werewolves appealing. They were beautiful women--tremendous tits, wide hips, fat asses, athletic bodies, swollen pussies. One of them was her dearest, dirtiest love, but they were monsters too, fang and claw, and they were in control.

Kate let them lead.

Gwen opened her arms to her woman, and Kate stepped forward, smushing her full breasts into Gwen's heavy pair, all that softness and bulk pushed together, rising up between them. Kate's erect nipples throbbed against soft breast and smooth fur. Gwen hissed with pleasure, gently turning her own chest to scrape her stiff nipples across Kate's bare tits. They paused when their hard, sensitive nipples touched, gently feeling pulses of almost electrical pleasure arc through their breasts.

"Only gay girls can feel this," Gwen murmured. "No, only monsters can feel this sensitive..."

Gwen pressed in deeper, closing the last inch between their flat bellies, their breasts smushing together tighter, tits flowing through cleavage; then Kate's pair slid up and spilled out on top of Gwen's, wet and heavy and heaped up between their aroused faces, their gasping mouths.

They kissed, and Gwen pushed her thigh into the gap between Kate's legs, shoving warm muscle against Kate's fat pussy mound. She pulled her chest back that inch again, and their breasts fell together, gently nudging before settling between them, warm, heavy, intimate.

She pressed her own leg into the hot mass of Gwen's furry werewolf bush, her soft fat mound, spreading those lips over bare thigh until she could feel the dampness of vagina and the button of Gwen's clit rubbing against her skin.

Slowly, they humped and grinded each other's legs, feeling the long slow rise towards orgasm; fur brushing Kate's smooth, sensitive, thick camel toe; skin slicking against the heavy bush, the lips, the inner tenderness of Gwen's werewolf pussy.

Amy stood behind Kate, putting her hands on Kate's hips. She was a tremendous presence behind her, easily a foot taller. Kate reached back and took Amy's arm, pulled her in.

Amy took control from there, sliding in, wrapping her arms around both schoolgirls, reaching far enough to hold onto Gwen's flanks while pressing Kate's ass into her horny crotch. Amy was clearly a fan of buttplay, and Kate was open to her touch, so long as she was gentle. Amy's monumental tits flattened against Kate's back--warm, soft, but firm. Kate was reminded of sex with one of her boyfriends, but the feeling was softer, more in tune with her desire to be touched, not simply rammed.

Of course, a good deep penetration felt fantastic. There'd be no need for a dildo tonight though. She'd already felt the force and fullness of Gwen's werewolf tongue in her mouth, with enough girth and depth to satisfy any teenage snatch.

Amy shifted position to grab Kate's hips again, and she began grinding and humping Kate's thick, sweaty ass, forcing the softness of her asscheeks to rub against pelvis, thighs and snatch. Between her legs, Amy was nearly dripping with excitement, and whenever she raised a leg to wrap around Kate's butt, that slickness was smeared up and down her buttocks.

She was sandwiched between two horny, lesbian werewolves, tribbing with them. She felt beautiful, lusted after. They channeled a sexual desperation, angling to rub their pussies against her. They were both turned on deeply by her athletic, feminine body. They wanted cheerleader ass, cheerleader pussy.

She wanted to give herself to them. She wanted to fuck the werewolves now, while her skin was whole.

For several minutes, Kate enjoyed their touch, the heat of their bodies on both sides of her, the softness of their fur, breasts and genitals smashed against her, the insane arousal in pussy and ass. Amy's head rested on her left shoulder. Gwen rested over her right. Both of them were panting and whining with effort, straining to cum against her.

The pace rose. Amy began to grunt and growl, wrapping one leg around the side of Kate's body and grabbing her shoulders so she could really angle her pussy in to touch clit to buttock. Gwen started rocking her hips rapidly, sliding up and down Kate's thigh, slopping her heavy breasts against Kate's horny chest.

Kate stopped moving and closed her eyes, letting the lesbian werewolves work at her ass and pussy, letting them grind harder and harder. She wasn't ready to cum yet, but the intensity of their humping was turning her on more and more.

Gwen came first. Shuddering, she grabbed Kate's shoulders and started cumming from her fat pussy, jetting hot, sticky female ejaculate onto Kate's leg.

Amy came second, almost in response to the first of Gwen's gushes, slamming against Kate's round buttocks once, twice, thrice in great slaps of flesh, before squirting her ejaculate in the crack of Kate's fat ass with a cry of relief.

The werewolves relaxed slowly, pulling back half a step but keeping their hands on Kate, as if they were afraid to let go.

Kate's pussy and asshole were thundering with arousal. She'd been soiled by their girly sprays, but she hadn't cum yet. Her clit was hard to the point of being painful.

"Fuck me," she said.

Gwen grinned. She raised her right hand. Her claws had pulled back flush with her fingertips. It was an anatomical advantage found on neither wolves nor humans, a compromise between the need for animal violence and human dexterity.

Kate was simply excited. Gwen could really work her genitals without hurting her.

"Finger me, you hot lezzie slut!" Kate reached down and spread her pussy lips as wide as she could manage with one hand, baring her vagina, wet hole eager and tight. "Two fingers."

Gwen stared Kate directly in the eyes while she reached in with her right hand, middle and index fingers turned up towards Kate's hungry pussy. Kate was so wet, they could hear Gwen slide into her, a dirty schlick of flesh and lube.

"God!" Kate shouted, "Yes!"

Amy reached down with fingers and traced Kate's inner thigh, scraping up a sheen of her slick juices.

"Would you like to try both?" Amy whispered.

Kate gave Gwen a manic smile, but she played coy with Amy, pretending she didn't know. "Both what?" Gwen started gently pumping her vagina, making wet fleshy sounds with every stroke.

"Have you ever touched yourself... here?" Amy rested a hand on Kate's ass, middle finger laid gently in her ass crack without pushing in, making Kate's asshole pucker with anal anticipation.

"In the shower, when I felt really horny..."

"How did you do it?" Amy whispered, hot breath in her ear.

Kate could feel Amy's aroused nipples touching her shoulder. Gwen was pumping faster, breathing faster, turned on by hearing Amy talk about such filthy things with her girlfriend.

"After my pussy cummed," Kate said, "I'd bend over, reach back and push two fingers up my tight butthole."

Amy suddenly ran two fingers up Kate's crack, applying Kate's own generous lube to her asshole. "Go on," she whispered.

Kate leaned forward a bit, and her asscheeks split ever so slightly for Amy. "Sometimes, when I got really horny, I didn't even have to touch my clit again. I could feel my fingers on the other side of my pussy, and I'd just..."

She trailed off. Amy was pressing so gently on her tight, aching sphincter, even as Gwen fingered her snatch.

"Did your butt make you cum?" Amy asked.

"Fuck my bi butthole," Kate said fiercely.

Masturbating in the shower was one thing, but the insistent pressure of another woman's fingers was something else. With one long pulse of anal stimulation, Amy shoved her slick fingers up Kate's thick ass. Kate was relaxed, bending her legs, leaning over towards a squat to help Amy push in deep.

It was a lesbian double penetration. The werewolves' fingers sank into her, filling both holes full, making her shudder with queer lust fulfilled.

Slowly, so slowly, they began to pump her pussy and asshole at the same time, and she could really feel their fingers pushing towards each other, squeezing on her vaginal wall from both sides, stimulating her deep, sating her hunger for penetration.

Gwen put her palm over Kate's clitoris and hooked her fingers up in Kate's vagina, jerking up hard to penetrate her girlfriend and jill her mound at once. The slap and schlick of liquid and palmed pussy echoed throughout the room, sounding like violent masturbation. Kate was twitching with near orgasmic pressure in her pussy, a throbbing potential that wanted to unleash itself in a surge of pleasure and a blast of cum.

Amy had Kate's lower ass palmed, fingers curled in, reaming Kate's tight asshole with insistent thrusting, sphincter swallowing her fingers, in and out, in and out, a full butt. As the pace rose towards anal crescendo, Amy's hand began to slap on Kate's asscheeks with every pump. Her butthole was pulsing with pleasure. Her whole rear thundered with near orgasm.

If she cummed anywhere, she'd cum everywhere.

Her breasts were shaking with every jerk. Her jaw clenched in a tight, pre-coital grimace. Double penetration felt fantastic, and she filed it away in the dark cabinet of new fetishes. This would be something to indulge in every once in a while.

She just had to... She just... She could barely think!

"Hnngh!" She was rising towards the end, ready to finally cum from her first lesbian threesome. "My pussy. My ass. Oh my fucking God, you werewolf sluts. You're fingerbanging the head cheerleader! Both holes! Fuck me. Fuuuuuck!"

Her knees began to shake. The palming of her clitoris was too much. Her whole mound felt like it would burst. Her asshole was an intense fullness, a pleasure redoubled by her pumped pussy.

"Yes! Yes! Yesssss!" she shouted, and she started shrieking as she cummed, pussy and ass at once, nearly losing her footing as her urethra squirted female ejaculate onto Gwen's palm. The swelling in her pussy pulsed away in waves; her clit was a pinpoint of pleasure too intense to be touched, cumming again and again. Her asshole clenched down on Amy's fingers, and Amy held them there, neither pulling nor shoving, letting Kate feel the anal orgasm, the whole of her ass throbbing and running with beads of sweat. For ten whole seconds, Kate cummed and cummed.

Then Gwen pulled away, her hand coated in sticky girl cum.

Amy gently wormed out of Kate's relaxing asshole, then gently patted her post-orgasmic buttocks.

"Anal and vaginal," Amy said, "Beautiful."

"You cummed so hard," Gwen said eagerly, then sniffed Kate's liquid. She'd drunk it before, but now she had a broad tongue. She licked it off her hand in a single long stroke.

Kate was beginning to sweat heavily now. The fever was strengthening, as was the undercurrent of heady arousal. The infection was taking hold, encouraging and encouraged by lesbian sex. She stumbled out from between the girls, hardly able to stand from her quivering and her budding lycanthropy.

Gwen realized where Kate was going and helped her to the couch. Kate fell back heavily and spread her legs apart, fat pussy bared to the lezzie wolves. The accelerating transformation made it impossible to relax. Her clit was already hardening again, the bulbs of the vestibule were filling, her whole mound was becoming aroused just because they looked at her nudity.

Kate spread her arms, laid them across the back of the couch, and thrust her tremendous chest forward. Sweat dripped from her thick, long nipples. Her breasts were blushing and swollen.

Heat rushed over her skin in waves. It was like there was an itch deep inside of her, and the sweep of the burn brought relief, only to replace it with a newfound tension, a pressure under her skin. She could feel the moon turning through the sky, even if she couldn't see it. It was shining through her, cast on the darkness inside of her, illuminating yellow eyes.

Even nude, she was beginning to feel wrapped up in veiling layers, as if she was prude for looking this way, even with her engorged pussy brazenly displayed.

Gwen walked in close and knelt in front of Kate's spread legs. She glanced over at Amy, who quickly joined her. There wasn't even a question, they both saw the potential.

They knew what filthy things to do.

"Hurry," Kate said, "there's not much time. This might... Hnngh! Oh my God, this will be my last human orgasm, hurry!"

Two busty shewolves leaned in and started lapping at her bare, damp inner thighs, licking away her girly lube, Gwen on the right, Amy on the left, both of them slowly moving towards the prize. Amy's chest heaved, breasts swaying, her breath hitching with anticipation. She was terrified by the knowledge that she was going to transform soon, but the arousal was intense.

Gwen licked her pussy first, lapping from the bottom of her mound, up over her labia, brushing her clitoral hood and slathering hot tongue over Kate's entire pussy. Amy followed almost immediately, running her tongue with a little more pressure along Kate's labia, trying to gently tease her camel toe open to tickle her inner pussy lips.

Within seconds, both werewolf lesbians were rapidly licking Kate's enraged pussy, over and over, taking turns tasting her genitals and smushing her lips with their thick muscular tongues. They were so soft and hot... Her sensitive clit settled into a low, erotic buzz, a slow rolling build to orgasm.

Rarely at first, then with more and more regularity, Amy and Gwen's tongues were meeting on Kate's pussy, and the werewolves were eying each other in these moments of intense intimacy.

"Kiss!" Kate hissed, unafraid of what that lust between them meant. This was the thrill of the threesome, of the overwhelming presence of multiple partners. Gwen would be Kate's love for life, but tonight, they shared themselves with Amy.

Amy and Gwen were running their tongues together against Kate. Gwen rolled her tongue off Kate's clit and briefly into Amy's mouth, and they both turned to face each other, the black and storm grey werewolves tilting their heads for a lesbian kiss.

Their lips met, snout to snout, their long lupine tongues slid out of their muzzles, and they filled each other with thick, pink wrestling tongues. Amy cradled Gwen's head in her hands, and Gwen cupped Amy's tremendous breasts and rubbed her puffy nipples. Meanwhile, Kate leaned over, grunting with arousal as she 'bated hard to the sight, squeezing her entire pussy mound over her erect clit and jacking it behind labia and hood both.

"Girls are so fucking hot," Kate said, clutching her chubby camel toe and rubbing her whole mound with her hand. "Look at those tongues. Fuck, those tongues look so good." She let go of her genitals, throwing herself back again. "Eat me out," she said breathlessly, "both of you."

The shewolves broke their kiss and returned to Kate's aroused pussy. They pushed their muzzles in between her legs, touching nose to nose right where Kate's vagina was hidden behind fat pussy lips, the entrance to her sex.

Gwen's thick tongue slid out of her black muzzle, her eyes looking up at Kate, meeting her gaze with lust. Kate grinned with approval, nearly unable to control herself.

If they could both fit...

The tip of Gwen's tongue teased aside her thick, swollen labia, pushing up into Kate's snatch, pushing aside the engorged bulbs of the vestibule...

But she hesitated, as Amy's tongue slid out too, finding a place beside Gwen, forcing Kate's pussy lips to spread open, teasing her vagina to relax, to make room, increasing the pressure on her tight pussy, and forcing both girl's tongues to smush together tightly within one hole.

Kate was shuddering with intense near orgasm. She had two girls in one horny lesbian hole. She clenched her fists but tried to keep her pussy relaxed, even though it felt wonderfully tight and full, with two strong shewolf tongues eating her out.

Then they pushed in with their full strength, and Kate shouted, "Fuck my pussy, you muff diving beasts!"

They closed their eyes and pressed their muzzles together tight, forcing their tongues as far as they could go, at least six inches deep and thickly packed in Kate's body. Then they both began to slide in and out, not quite in sync, rubbing against each other while they massaged Kate's vagina, including a tight pressure against her swollen g-spot.

Kate could feel it, another way to cum. With those tongues pushing tightly in her, there was so much pressure on the skene glands behind the g-spot. Those glands produced female cum, and the stimulation was milking them, encouraging her to empty another orgasmic load from her urethra, to gush as she cummed.

In short, she felt so aroused and stimulated by their tongues that she needed to blow a load immediately, and she did, unable to stop herself from cumming and squirting all over the girly tongues that were rapidly rubbing together in her cunt.

"Sorry," she said, panting as they pulled out and licked their chops. "I tried to hold on a little longer."

"Felt good?" Gwen asked.

"Amazing."

"That was so goddamn hot," Gwen said. She spread her legs a little and reached down to play with her clitty. "I'm almost ready to cum again."

Amy turned about and laid down on the carpet, head near the couch, feet facing away. "Finish me off, schoolgirl."

Gwen didn't even hesitate this time. They were there to share, and sometimes that meant a moment with two girls together, one waiting on the side to recover.

She crawled over Amy, her black-furred breasts swaying beneath her chest, Amy's thicker breasts huddled between her arms and beneath Gwen's belly--and then Gwen lowered her fat pussy down onto Amy's muzzle, forcing Amy to grab ahold of her thick asscheeks to position her properly.

Amy kissed her muzzle to Gwen's snatch, and in a split second, she slid her tongue deep into her werewolf student.

Gwen was grabbing Amy's thighs for support. As she was penetrated, she leaned in and pulled up Amy's legs to raise her ass and crotch, then kissed her black muzzle to teacher's pussy and filled her up with cheerleader tongue.

Being a werewolf was a celebration of animal passion. Kate could feel it in the air. Lunatic energy filled them, fed them, healed them. Even after a night of so many orgasms, the festivities continued unabated, their endurance lasting surely until dawn.

For example, she could see Gwen's tail raised straight above her thick black furred ass, she could see the pink of Amy's tongue slipping between Gwen's labia and into her snatch, and she was eager to fuck it, all of it, her own tongue lapping and penetrating in the mix. She could feel her clit returning to its swollen state, the blood of arousal flooding her genitals.

Gwen began bobbing her head, and Amy began to moan, deep beastly rumbles that defied her otherwise feminine voice when she spoke in the lupine tongue. Giving as good as she got, Amy began wiggling her head, pressing on the sides of Gwen's snatch as she fucked it quickly. Gwen began to whine from the pressure.

Then, quietly, because their mouths were mated to pussies, they both began to cum. Gwen's ass cheeks twitched, and a single squirt splashed across the underside of Amy's muzzle. In turn, Amy shot her own load into Gwen's open mouth.

They let go of each other's bodies, relaxing, rolling apart, gasping openly and reaching down to gently play with their pussies, looking deeply satisfied with the aftershocks of orgasm that pulsed through their bodies.

Kate had watched the entire affair, maybe only two or three minutes, with an increasing tension throughout her whole body. She'd been watching lesbian sex, yes, and that was wonderful, but she was realizing that there was more to this moment that enticed her. Gwen was becoming less animal to her eyes, more expressive, more herself with every passing second.

She'd known the black werewolf was Gwen. She'd felt the black werewolf was Gwen. What'd changed now was Kate's mind. Her instincts were transforming. She was not only turned on by the lesbian orgy or the hot werewolves. She was turned on by seeing, at a glance, her beautiful girlfriend. She recognized Gwen with the same familiarity they'd shared for years, as if Gwen's werewolf self was simply Gwen--irreducible, lovely and beloved.

It shocked her. Kate the schoolgirl had nearly lost Gwen, and not because of the bite. Rather, the first bite had brought them together through crisis, and she'd wrongly assumed the crisis was also the end. If only she'd had the imagination...

No use regretting her choices. The fear of transformation persisted even now, but she felt more and more ready to face it, to learn the truth through experience, to overcome.

If she was worthy of this beautiful woman, she couldn't play safe. She had to change, to become the woman that deserved her werewolf girlfriend--no, her werewolf mate.

The woman within Kate wasn't afraid, not like the schoolgirl that contained her. Her awakening identity was empowered by the moon's omnipresent glow, even now.

Her breath began to hitch. Her muscles twitched. She began to shudder on the couch, even as the room felt blisteringly hot.

"Do you feel it?" Amy asked, pushing up onto her elbows.

Kate's vagina was nearly dribbling from arousal. Liquid was pooling between her bare thighs and the couch. "Hnngh, yes..."

"You'll feel really good," Gwen said, "And I don't just mean the sex. You'll be more you, afterward."

Kate's snatch and asshole felt horny. Her nipples were throbbing on her huge breasts, each areola puffing up, erect. She felt so glad to have a vagina, to love vaginas, to feel this lesbian lust. Bisexual? Human Kate was bi, but increasingly, she felt purely sapphic, increasingly interested in penetration only with a shewolf's tongue. Her inner beast was deeply homosexual.

Still... "I'm a little scared," she said.

"Don't be," Amy said.

"Will it hurt?" Kate asked.

"No," Gwen said, "no, it'll feel better and better, until you feel like me." She put a hand over her heart. "We'll help you."

The reassurance really helped, coming from the woman Kate loved. She would do her best to embrace it. She would try...

She pushed off the couch, limbs shuddering, muscles changing. She felt heavier, then had to stop. Pressure pulsed through her arms, her legs, her breasts, ass, pussy, face and teeth. Pressure arced through her ears, hands and feet. Her shoulders clenched. Hands balled into fists. She felt like she was going to explode, and she let the feeling flow through her, to her extremities and to her nipples, her pussy and butt.

She forced a step, and she felt like if she took one more, she'd rip open like her skin was a child's shirt.

Gwen knelt before her, grabbed Kate's shuddering hips to steady her. "Do what you need to do," she said.

"I feel tight... Constricted." Kate reached slowly towards Gwen's head. "Like I'm going to burst."

"Concentrate on me," Gwen said, looking up at her. "Look me in the eyes. Your girlfriend is here."

Kate stared into Gwen's golden shewolf eyes. They were large, glistening. Her pupils were deep, wide. Gwen locked Kate's gaze and smiled, and Kate automatically smiled back.

Without breaking that gaze, Gwen sat down, tail wagging gently against the carpet, and she pulled Kate towards her, until Kate was practically straddling her girlfriend, barely able to keep eyes locked. Kate could see the next step coming, and she feared it and wanted it more than anything in the whole world, because they were inseparable feelings. Transformation and sex couldn't be separated, not when the very purpose of this lycanthropy was to save women, to give them the strength and freedom to love.

Kate's werewolf girlfriend poked her snout between Kate's thighs, shoved her tongue between fat, engorged lips, through the tightness of her vagina, and it felt to Kate like she'd punched through the schoolgirl and found the werewolf's soul.

She grabbed Gwen's head to steady her, then cried out with the intensity of her pleasure, of the almost bestial arousal that clenched in her aching cunt, squeezing over and over again on Gwen's strong shewolf tongue.

This was different from the fuck on the couch. That'd been entirely human. This was redoubled, even tripled in intensity, this lesbian penetration of the beast.

Kate was just barely meeting Gwen's eyes, a werewolf peering over her bare pubic mound, but she could see an intense satisfaction drawn across Gwen's face. Look, look as we fuck together, look as I eat your pussy. We're doing this!

"You're so beautiful," Kate said, gently stroking Gwen's pointed ears, her soft mane of hair. "Oh fuck, you're so fucking sexy."

Gwen shook her head from side to side, pushing on the sides of Kate's vagina, really making her feel it; then she settled down and pumped Kate's snatch as quickly as she could manage.

Kate's breathing quickened. Her muscles were twitching. There was a crack of bone inside her back, some readying of inner form. She rocked back and forth on Gwen's muzzle, smushing her chubby vulva into Gwen's snout and lips.

Gwen pulled her tongue out, and whispered playfully into Kate's hot wet thigh, "If a gay cheerleader cums on a werewolf's tongue, that means she's becoming a wolf too."

Even now, Kate smiled. She shivered, her clit hammering with arousal. She weaved her fingers into Gwen's hair and pulled very, very gently. It didn't matter if it meant metamorphosis. She needed to fuck Gwen's beautiful werewolf face. Her round eyes, her long sleek muzzle, the thick pink tongue--oh God, she needed it all. She needed to cum.

Gwen was pulled in again, round two, and this time the black werewolf licked Kate's pussy from bottom to top, putting special pressure on her clit, dragging her tongue over Kate's steel-hard button, slowly pulling her tongue back into her maw before pursing her werewolf lips and kissing Kate's clitoris, sucking on it for almost a full five seconds.

Kate's genitals were a thunderstorm of pleasure. A tightness in her gut. A clitoral erection that made her engorged vulva ache. Each enraged nipple on each expanded breast was tingling with arousal. Her asshole was clenching, aching to be stretched. Her whole muscular rear--her pussy, her anus, her buttocks and groin--all femininity burned with queer lust for a werewolf.

There was another crack of bone, a shift of muscular shape, subtle but real. The werewolf within Kate had been incubating. The conditions had been ideal, suffused with the radiant presence of the full moon, filled with love and lesbian lust. Now was the time to hatch, to be born from her own body, to find herself within herself--to cum and become Kate all over again.

Her broad, muscular butt throbbed with arousal, reflecting and magnifying the intense pleasure of their sex. It was a cheerleader's bottom, full, deep and strong. Now she felt a diffuse pressure in her ass, above and beyond the rest. She felt as if the werewolf was tensing up, straining to be released anally. She'd seen this step twice now. It was her turn.

"My tail," Kate said. She arched her back, thrust out her chest and spread her legs. She couldn't see Gwen's eyes anymore, but the last thing she'd seen was anticipation. In this familiar position, she could lightly hump Gwen's face, adding her own grinding motion to Gwen's feast of pussy. Here and now, she could use Gwen to ease the werewolf's birth.

She pulled Gwen's soft muzzle tight to her lesbian crotch, clenched handfuls of Gwen's hair, and humped. Her soft, hot pussy mound squished into Gwen's muzzle, and Kate rubbed her aching pussy all over Gwen's snout, maw, face. The button of her sensitive clit was brushed with the softest fur. A sensation of rising near-orgasm nearly made her scream.

Gwen was trying to put her mouth on Kate's clitoris, trying to suck on it. She grabbed Kate's thick asscheeks and pulled them tight to hold her still, accidentally pulling them apart, baring Kate's asshole to the cold night air.

Gwen found her mark. She sucked the very center of Kate's sex, pulling on her vulva, wiggling her clit through its hood.

Kate felt the werewolf inside her growing, feeding off the burning sexual star of her clit, making all her skin tight, full. Her tailbone cracked, slid, shifted. Her asshole felt intense, eager, orgasmic. She was flushed, red all over. Her jaw clenched automatically; then it cracked, jutting forward into the slightest hint of a muzzle, slightly flattening her nose. She bared her teeth as they scythed out of her gums, becoming longer, sharper, packed in her near-human mouth.

There was a pulse; her tail was sliding down under her skin, between her buttocks. Amy had felt this. Gwen had felt this. As the werewolf took shape, she could no longer fit.

The hint of fear was now only making this more arousing. She felt the strange duality of the beast within. The werewolf was both her and another creature hatching from her. Human Kate would be torn to shreds, but Kate herself would live on.

She groaned. Her lesbian asshole felt physically pressured. Gwen sucked on her clit. She whispered, "I'm turning..." With another crack of bone, the werewolf's tail thrust against her asshole. Her sphincter tented, a spike of pleasure, and her eyes opened wide--this feeling, Jesus Christ, she wanted more of this!

She wanted the werewolf to be born from her butthole.

Embracing it, she clenched her whole body, instinctively bending over further, sticking her ass out, clutching Gwen's head as she leaned over her, wolf tongue still lapping up over her clitoris. "Hatch out of my ass," she urged the beast. "My girlfriend is making me hatch." There was another crack, another push from the werewolf's tail. Her sphincter tented deeply.

Amy had been watching, circling. Now that the moment was here, she stood a couple of feet behind Kate, fingers in both her werewolf holes, 'bating rapidly to the anal emergence of Kate's tail from her gay cheerleader butthole.

"Push her out!" Amy shouted. "Force out your beast!"

A final crack, a final jut of unseen tail, one final tenting of Kate's sphincter. She was teetering. Her clit, her pussy, her asshole--everything was going to happen at once. "Hatch!" Kate shouted, feeling Gwen throw her head into one final shuddering, slobbery battering of Kate's clit. "She's making me hatch!"

"Yes!" Amy cried.

Kate strained, shouted, "Burst out of my ass, you lesbian beast!" She clenched, feeling a threshold nearly reached, squeezing to unleash her tail an inch from Gwen's face.

Gwen took one hand off Kate's taut asscheek and reached up between her thighs. With two fingers, she found Kate's vagina, and without hesitation, she penetrated that aching softness, curled her fingertips towards the outside of Kate's belly, and rubbed hard on Kate's aching g-spot from within.

"Yes, yes!" Kate screeched, exploding with stimulation, losing all control. "I'm hatching!"

With a single wordless shout, Kate's clitty jerked inward, her mound pulsing with her heartbeat, and she cummed--clit, cunt, and asshole, muscles weakening in a violent shudder, anal orgasm expanding into a universe of pleasure she bore her inner werewolf through her butthole. Her sphincter bloomed open, and she forced three inches of stiff auburn tail to thrust from her teen lesbian rear, while her pussy violently erupted in a series of heavy squirts, blasting her female cum all over Gwen's black muzzle, in her mouth and on her cheeks and forehead.

The waves of her orgasm crashed through her, from the tips of her toes to the ends of her ears, her breasts shaking on her shuddering chest, cumming sympathetically as they had when she'd titfucked Gwen's tail. Her lips tingled with orgasm. She licked them with her tongue. Her tail--she felt it, erogenous, her own.

Then she let go of Gwen, who pulled back, rose up a little, and kissed Kate with a patina of girly cum still coating her fur, still tasted on her thick tongue as it filled Kate's mouth.

Kate's clitoris was too sensitive to touch, but the werewolf's hatching was relentless. As quickly as the swelling in her clitoral bulbs had subsided, they began to refill. Her vulva swelled again; her vagina tightened.

Pulling back from Gwen, Kate cried out with an aftershock of pleasure, a touch of anal release. Two more inches of damp auburn tail erupted towards Amy, who was still masturbating wildly to the sight. Kate's lust had found form; she was pushing her sexual self out of her skin, grotesquely joining Amy and Gwen in the sorority of werewolves.

The werewolf's tail was her tail. She'd fantasized about anal sex and fingered her asshole before, but she'd never believed that she would buttfuck herself. It was a filthy thought--to experience both sides of anal sex and to learn by experience that she had an incredibly fuckable ass. Her tail's sensitive core was wrapped in her hot, tight asshole and sliding soft and furry between her thick muscular buttocks.

"Hey." Gwen touched her face, gently tracing the slight shape of her partial muzzle. "Want to titfuck, Kate?"

Kate shivered, arched her core, then thrust her ass back outwards, forcing another two inches of tail to slide through transformation-fucked butt. "Yes!" she said, drawing out the S into a hiss. "I want to fuck so bad. She's coming out of me. I'm coming out of me, Gwen!" She groaned. "It's confusing."

"It'll end soon," Gwen said, "Trust me, you're always you."

Amy was still rubbing herself vigorously. "You have two skins. You're feeling them both. You'll figure it out."

Gwen laid down on the carpet. "Squat on my muzzle," she said. "I'll use my hands to keep your butt up. It'll be really comfortable. Just get that pussy down here."

Amy grinned wolfishly. "Gwen, let's rub pussies."

"Just hurry," Gwen urged, "I don't want to wait!"

Amy got down on the floor with Gwen, belly to the carpet, and scissored her thick legs with Gwen's svelte pair. Gwen scooted towards her, Amy pushed back, and shortly they were slotting their thighs together, smushing their thick pussies, a wet mash of horny vulva and heavy bushes of pubic hair.

Kate saw this lesbian intimacy, clenched from arousal, and involuntarily pushed out two more inches of damp tail.

Gwen murmured, "Oh fuck, that feels so good. Your pussy is so fucking hot." She'd twisted her hips a little to get matched up with Amy, but she settled her shoulders on the ground. "Move your tail... there, aha!" The tip of Amy's tail just barely rested between the black masses of Gwen's horny breasts.

"You're wetter than I am," Amy said.

"I was eating her pussy," Gwen said. She waved Kate to set herself down. "Come here, I'll eat a little more!"

Kate lowered herself down, balancing on the balls of her feet, squatting further and further until her ass was pointing directly at Gwen's chest, with the tip of her new tail tickling the top of Gwen's deep cleavage. Her asscheeks were split apart by the severe squat, her legs were straining, and Gwen reached up to help. Her hands cupped each muscular asscheek, elbows planted on the carpet, a seat. Her snout pressed into Kate's bare vagina. The black werewolf's tongue teased her inner pussy lips and flicked over her labia before brushing her clit gently.

Amy was shifting around to watch out of the corner of her eye. "Beautiful," she said, "Kate, you're so beautiful."

Kate grabbed her huge breasts with her hands and lifted their weight, feeling her nipples throb with the memory of titfucking Gwen and the orgasm that'd rocked her body. Now swollen with transformation, they felt even more erogenous. She gently squeezed the erect, puffy aerolas, and her thick teen tits ached, more than capable of cumming if sucked or rubbed.

Gently, gently, Kate began masturbating her breasts while Gwen licked again and again over her pussy, giving special attention to her hard little clit.

Kate felt a surge of reward arc down through her belly, down into her pussy and bum. Her throbbing auburn tail was building pressure in her ass. She strained, squeezing her nipples and urging the werewolf to grow. She clenched tighter, one massive breast cupped in each hand, and forced more tail out of her asshole, relieving the pressure with a bony crack.

Four inches of living tail slid in slimy jerks from her horny ass and into Gwen's hot cleavage.

She could feel another tail already there, touching against hers, snuggled at the bottom of Gwen's unsqueezed cleavage, and though the stimulation was minimal, the thought was truly exotic. She was sharing a titfuck with Amy! She groaned and involuntarily pushed out another bit of tail, and another, inch after inch of throbbing werewolf flesh emerging from within.

Still cupping her breasts, still massaging them, Kate felt an intense pressure building up in her hands. Unwilling to let go, unwilling to stop 'bating with her nipples, Kate held on and kept rubbing her snatch on Gwen's face, even as she felt the werewolf's claws push against her perfectly manicured nails.

She looked down at her fingers. The digits were shuddering. Her grip was twitching wildly, almost uncontrolled as her fingertips played over her erect breasts.

"Your snatch feels so good on mine," Amy whispered to Gwen. Their genital grinding was audibly wet and sticky.

Kate felt a crack of bone, simultaneous to both hands, and her claws burst violently through her nails, black as midnight, tearing their way out of her fingertips to touch ever so gently on the firm, soft flesh of her sweaty breasts.

She wanted to, but she could no longer hold on. She pulled her hands away from her chest and shouted with shock as her bones cracked again and her palms lengthened. The skin burst on her hands with a wet rip, each half falling away from her shuddering monstrous grasp. Each half hung empty from her wrists. Her werewolf hands were bared, their backs coated in auburn fur.

Kate clenched them both and strained, feeling wonderfully monstrous to shed her humanity in the middle of such sapphic sex. She flexed her arms beneath her hulking breasts, straining, urging the beast to become more beastly.

Encouraged by the werewolf licking her clit, the shared touch of tails in Gwen's cleavage, Kate's inner werewolf obliged. Her arms cracked, lengthening ever so slightly, and her arm muscles bulged as she strained, gaining a greater athletic bulk like Amy's or Gwen's body. With pleasure and joy, her skin began to split over her biceps, triceps and forearms, tufts of damp fur poking through. Then the tears met up at her wrists, and she unfurled her grip and her arms, throwing her chest out.

Her arms ripped right out of their damaged skins, up past the elbow and straight to the shoulder, ribbons of human flesh peeling back and sloughing off to bare her auburn werewolf arms.

Her leg muscles bulked, her legs cracked. Her spine snapped repeatedly and she could feel it shift, bending, vertebrae tenting the skin down her back. She'd wanted to become more beastly. Now the rest of her skin was stretched over her growing physique. It was glorious, so animal, so primal! Yes!

She threw her head back, grabbed her breasts with her werewolf hands, and shuddered as she forced three more inches of tail to slowly rip from her queer human butthole. On her face, her muzzle jutted an inch and flattened her nose in one slow awful crunch of bone, giving her enough jaw for her lupine teeth.

Amy and Gwen's tribbing could be felt in the increasingly erratic slathering of Kate's clit and the unsteady grip of Gwen's arms. Amy was crying out, "I'm near."

A second inch of muzzle grew underneath Kate's face, making her feel the stretch of skin on her cheeks, a tightness of flesh under her nose. The werewolf within was reshaping her skull, preparing to shed the cheerleader's face.

And to her awful, arousing shame, Kate lusted for the beast to rip through her face. She wanted her monstrous self to rip and tear out of everything meek and human. She wanted her own tremendous maw full of fangs. She wanted pointed ears and subtle eyes, and she could feel that Kate growing just underneath the surface, readying to cum and become at once.

That inner Kate was growing a buttfucking tail! Yes! Her human self forced another inch of throbbing wolf thickness from her clenching asshole. The pressure in her anus was growing more intense; this last inch had barely relieved her.

Gwen shook violently, barely able to control her mouth, nearly slobbering all over Kate's horny vagina. The lesbian tribbing was too much for her; she might cum any moment, with their werewolf snatches rubbing tight between their legs. Kate wondered if her girlfriend would keep licking--but before Gwen's orgasm could strike, Amy cried out, "I'm cumming!"

Amy thumped the carpet with her hands, squirmed and squealed. Then there was a series of gasps, the smell of lesbian sex redoubling throughout the room. The musk of pussy and salty-sweet female cum was almost overwhelming. Amy had unleashed an especially heavy load of her ejaculate all over Gwen's glistening bush and fatty pussy. She pulled away, happily dazed.

"I'm sorry," she said dreamily, "After watching Kate's tail, I had to cum really badly."

Kate groaned with sympathetic arousal. Her feet cracked. They'd already grown a touch, but now she felt animal strength flexing through them. She bunched her toes, then spread them out. With brutal pops and snaps, her toenails split open to unleash dark claws, and her thick soles began to rip open, feet expanding and sliding out of their shredding skins--as if her werewolf feet had been pulled through ripping human socks.

Gwen paused briefly to speak, panting with desire. "It's fine, just help me titfuck her. Hurry!" Then she refound her focus and licked Kate's dripping vagina, brushing her vulva with tongue, and kissing her steel hard clit.

Kate glanced back, half-muzzle pressing heavily on the inside of her tenting face, and she saw Amy straddle Gwen's belly.

Amy grabbed Gwen's dark, supremely erect nipples and thumbed them. She rubbed them, then pulled them up and smushed Gwen's tits tight onto the majority of Kate's exposed tail.

It was incredible, the softness, the warmth. She had all that soft breast wrapped around her werewolf self. Kate's lesbian lust arced up her tail and back into her human ass, and the anal pressure rose to an intensity rivaling that first moment, when she'd first begun to hatch.

Amy began to pull, slosh and roll Gwen's breasts.

Kate was losing control again. She was titfucking her girlfriend, feeling the rub and push on her own tail, feeling the resistance pressing back into her horny bottom, while Gwen licked and kissed and fucking made love to her vagina.

Kate grabbed her own nipples and began to tug violently, masturbating with the aim to orgasm in her breasts. "Cum with me!" she said huskily, having difficulty talking through her half-maw. "Cum, Gwen!"

Gwen ate pussy faster, harder. Her breasts felt heavier, fuller. She was squealing pleasantly into Kate's genitals as she fucked.

Kate was getting closer and closer to cumming, driving her pussy and asshole to greater heights of erotic pressure and potential. Her buttocks and sphincter throbbed in time with the fire of her clit, the center of her lesbian experience, the core of what Kate felt defined her womanhood. She loved having a pussy, she loved eating pussy, she loved beautiful furry pussies!

"Are you going to cum?" Amy whispered. "Cum on her tail?"

Gwen was squirming to Amy's tugging. She was gripping Kate's asscheeks harder, rubbing her tail faster, pushing with her tongue against that overstimulated vagina.

Kate was nearing her limit. She was straining with all her might to force more tail out, but it would no longer slide, only straighten. All the skin of her rump felt impossibly tight. She groaned, clenched and tugged her breasts, and still, the tail wouldn't emerge. The pressure and pleasure only rose faster, to the edge of a simultaneous anal and vaginal climax.

Gwen could barely keep her arms steady. Something was happening to her. She was going to cum from Amy's ministrations.

Amy leaned down and sucked one one nipple, hard, pulling up and away. Then down on the other, sucking hard, pulling up and away. One, two, three tugs. "Cum!" she shouted.

Kate looked back one more time.

Gwen opened her mouth and cried out, unable to keep licking pussy, because her overstimulated nipples burst and jetted thin lines of hot milk into the air.

"Ah!" Kate shouted.

Milk splashed over Gwen's fur, onto her breasts and down into her cleavage. Milk soaked into Kate's tail.

Seeing that fertile spray from her lover's lactating nipples, Kate felt a surge of deeply primal lust rush up from deep within her belly, and that extra force was too much for her humanity to bear. Her tail was growing but unable to move. This was too much. She needed relief. She had to cum and become.

Gwen kissed her clit and sucked, hard. Kate's back arched, her tits cummed too--without milk--and her clit jerked inwards, a jolt of pleasure from her snatch, a spark among gasoline, and her pussy exploded, squirting the first jet of female ejaculate.

She pushed her werewolf out of her lesbian butthole. Her auburn tail exploded over a foot and a half longer, ripping her asshole apart with a devastating anal orgasm and splitting her human skin up her cumming ass in one meaty schrip. Her tail whipped out of Gwen's tits and through her spraying milk, tailgasming, standing erect from her rump, fur on end, a three foot flag of lesbian werewolf triumph flown high over her cumming pussy.

She fell forward, still cumming, catching herself on her werewolf arms. From her raised ass, her pussy continued to squirt. A second blast of cum, a third, jet after jet of girly jizz, sticky and translucent white, sprayed from her urethra with enough force to arc through the air and land in thin lines across Gwen's breasts, belly and legs.

Gwen laid back and laughed in the rain of Kate's orgasm and the sopping sweetness of her milk. Without even touching her clitoris, she released a deep, gentle orgasm, with a single heavy gush onto the carpet between her soaked thighs.

"Now that was gay," Gwen said dreamily.

Kate was on her hands and knees, twitching with aftershocks of anal pleasure from her sundered human asshole. Her tremendous breasts were still hot cauldrons of sexual pleasure, pulsing and cooling but tender from her vigorous nipple masturbation. Her pussy was throbbing, vastly too sensitive to touch, having cum but being unable to lose even an iota of clitoral erection.

The skin over her buttocks was sliding back slowly. She arched her back and bent over further, groaning with relief as her furry werewolf butt expanded out of her rended queer rear. With a slimy slurp, the skin slid one final time towards her hips, likely as far as it could go without further hatching. She felt her strong auburn buttocks cooling in the chill air.

Then relaxing, she pushed up until she was only sitting on her knees, and she wagged her auburn tail, shaking damp clumping out of her fur until it puffed and waved behind her.

Kate then looked around the room. Her vision was clearer now. When she cast her gaze upon Gwen, she saw a vision of svelte beauty. Her body wracking orgasm had reshaped more than her bottom. She felt like her mind had changed, so that she was no longer the cheerleader pushing out the werewolf, but rather the werewolf bursting out of the cheerleader.

"Gwen," Kate said, voice thick and rough with her half-formed muzzle. "Gwen." She could barely form the words. She didn't want to spoil the thought with distortion.

But her tone must've been enough. Gwen rolled onto her side and smiled lovingly. She ignored the milk dripping from her nipples and crossed her arms under her breasts, hugging herself.

Then Kate saw Amy, their former teacher. Gwen was one kind of epitome--the pixie, the skinny, the small. She'd become more feminine as a werewolf, but by the measure of Kate's new instinct, she was everything compact and cute and vulnerable, a faux-innocence that made a girl like Kate just want to fuck.

But Amy was different. She epitomized strength. She was buxom, tremendous, wide-hipped and muscular. Her breasts were absolutely ludicrous, even Kate's huge pair looked average by compare, but on Amy's powerful frame they seemed reasonable.

Her storm-grey fur shined like the sun through a summer shower. Her face and muzzle were sharp, strong, but still feminine in proportion. She was a truly dominant werewolf.

"Amy," Kate said, almost frightened by Amy's sexual potency.

"I appreciate your lust," Amy said, "but don't envy me."

"Envy?" Gwen asked.

"I've seen how you treat each other, how you go together. I'm beautiful, but neither of you would ever love me like that. I'm alone..." She looked thoughtful and glanced towards the door. "For now at least."

"For now?" Kate asked.

"The werewolf that sired her is out there," Gwen said. "Amy told me, she's like her, big and strong. But that's all she knows."

"I've never even seen her," Amy said, "but I already feel like I know her. It'll be love at first sight."

Gwen pushed up onto her bottom. "It's so sweet. She told me how she plans on seducing her."

"Gwen--" Amy said.

"I can tell it!" She was excited by the romance story. "They'll run after each other for a whole day, playfighting, groping."

"Making love like a marathon," Amy said wistfully. "I've never even done it, but there's a memory buried in the curse."

Gwen nodded, bobbing muzzle. "It's so much fun." She clapped her hands together, making some kind of joyous connection. "After we've gotten used to running around, we should do it too, Kate!"

Kate looked at them with her werewolf eyes. They were such incredible women, so alive and happy. Despite being hatched only hours ago, they already thought their lives would go on with purpose. They anticipated a future full of love.

Someday, she would fuck Gwen in an endless romp across a wild land, through sunlight and moonlight, lithe, sexy bodies streaming across the landscape, grappling, groping, kissing, rubbing and cumming before bursting into motion again.

Kate shuddered and felt her fur stand on end beneath her skin. She felt so eagerly homosexual, she was amazed she could've ever loved any man as much as she loved her werewolf girlfriend.

She was already turned on, but now she was rising again. She'd rested long enough; the remainder of the schoolgirl needed to be shed. She needed to cum, howling, free. She ached for it.

The pressure in her face surged forth, and with a gasp, a twinge of pleasure, and a crack of bone, her muzzle thrust forth another inch. Her lips were pulling thin now; her nose was stretched over her inner snout. Her human skin could hardly move. The expression on her tented face was only one of pleased agony, an erotic ache that demanded more.

She was so close to shedding this human cheerleader. She wanted to scratch her scalp, deeply, very deeply. She wanted to sink her claws into her brow and pull it apart.

"That sounded sexy," Gwen said.

Kate's breathing quickened. She wanted to make Gwen horny. She'd already known the other werewolves found her transformation arousing, but somehow it'd never occurred to her that they'd erotically enjoy all aspects of her hatching.

"Stay there," Gwen said, "I know what'll make you feel girly."

Gwen pushed up onto her hands and feet and loped with a weird half crawl, something that was only possible because of her slightly longer werewolf arms and hands. Kate wouldn't have noticed the new posture at a glance. It was only in motion that the half-lupine form wrote poetry other than the human.

It wasn't meant to be a permanent running posture, but it suggested a flexibility of form and function that surpassed the human. For someone whose life had centered around flexibility, acrobatics and athleticism, it was enchanting to watch.

Gwen stopped beside Kate at a crouch, leaned over and licked the stretched muzzle on Kate's human face. Kate closed her eyes and turned her head this way and that, letting her girlfriend gently brush her human hide in warm wetness.

After satisfying the primal urge to clean her loved one, Gwen pulled away and glanced along Kate's half-hatched body with glittering, lustful eyes. "Get on your hands and knees," she said. "Push out your butt."

Kate obeyed, positioning on hands and knees again, thrusting her ass up easily with her more flexible, slightly longer spine. Her thick breasts collected between her arms, her heavy nipples pointing towards the carpet. She looked back at Gwen, who snapped her fingers and said, "No, no! Look forward!"

Kate looked forward, unable to see what Gwen was doing. In this position, it felt as if her werewolf's muzzle was pulled even tighter underneath human Kate's face.

The dull-enough claws of Gwen's hands began to trace over Kate's back, gently tickling her spine and scratching at the tighter hide near the places where her beastly arms had already shredded their skins. Kate quivered at the gentle touch, stretching harder. Her thick furry ass was so vulnerable, and she could feet Gwen's damp, slightly milky breasts and hard nipples gently rubbing against her powerful buttocks.

She raised her tail high over her rump, feeling Gwen poke at it's fuzzy length and snuffle the fur with her lupine nose.

"Smells like Kate." She clapped a hand down on one of Kate's thick asscheeks. "You had the hottest cheerleader butt." She massaged the buttock, then slapped it again gently. "It's even hotter now. I lusted after this butt..." She slid her hand down her ass, down towards her thighs, until she traced the upper edge of Kate's unbroken taint, the last snip of humanity separating her destroyed asshole from her whole human pussy.

"Because whenever I saw you bend over after practice, I saw the hottest fucking pussy in the gym showers." Gwen ran her fingers over Kate's swollen human vulva, then teased open her labia, pushing through her short inner lips and into her tight vagina. "I used to be scared when I was a freshman, cause when I started beating my clit to your pussy, I wondered if you'd made me gay."

Gwen took three fingers and pushed them into Kate's vagina, crowding them in and spreading her fatty pussy wide. Kate's lube dribbled out of her open snatch. "But no, you just make a lesbian really wet."

Kate whined without words, incredibly satisfied by having her pussy penetrated three inches deep.

Gwen suddenly grabbed the base of Kate's tail in her left hand and lifted, lightly but insistently. Kate automatically bent over further to raise the angle of her rump, exposing her vulnerable vagina even more. Gwen shouted, "I'm going to fuck this pussy!" She started pumping, wet squelching sounds filling the room as her fingers plunged in and out of Kate's fatty camel toe and tight pink cunt.

"Fuck her!" Amy shouted gleefully.

"Cum, you butt slut," Gwen whispered huskily, "I knew you were dirty when I saw this fat pussy, but I never thought you were such a dirty butt girl until tonight."

Kate could feel the inner walls of her vagina pulsing back and forth, stretched and relaxed, stretched and relaxed, brushing hard against the erect clitoral bulbs to either side inside her vulva, making her untouched clitoris flare up with arousal.

The clitoris caused orgasms, but a vagina wasn't some senseless hole. It felt fantastic to be fucked and filled and humped and slammed. If there weren't any dicks, a girl could do just as well--even better--with hands and tongues and dirty foreplay.

Gwen's finger-fuck was becoming vigorous. There was a sloshing wetness. Kate's human cunt was aching joyously with the overwhelming force of Gwen's pumping.

The tension in her face continued to rise. Her senses shifted. She could smell her own pussy, Gwen's milk, Gwen's pussy, Amy's pussy--the whole room stank of lesbian sex, musky, wonderful. Her hearing was sharper. Gwen's breathing was rapid. Amy was masturbating by squeezing her clit through her fatty mound.

Gwen grabbed Kate's tail tighter and shook it. "You fucking butt slut. I love that you're a slut! When Amy fingered your ass, I got so horny, and I don't even play with my ass. I just knew I loved a dirty girl, a naughty anal slut!"

Kate's muzzle was sliding slightly in her skin, but she was fighting to keep her mouth closed over the beast within. Just a little longer--she didn't want to fight back, but she wanted to cum when her face gave way. She pleaded with herself, Kate, don't burst from my face--not yet!

Just a few more seconds, then you can break me. Just wait!

I have to hear what Gwen has to say!

"So fucking hot!" Gwen's voice was ragged with arousal, but she relentlessly pummeled Kate's vagina, knowing exactly how tough a girl's genitals were, so long as she was warmed up and well lubricated before the fun started. "Do you know what turns me on about this ass right now though?"

Kate shook her head, unable to speak and contain herself. No, no, but tell me, tell me! I need to know so I can cum. Tell me!

"I saw your thick ass growing a tail!" Gwen was nearly shouting. "I saw this wolf ass come out of your cheerleader rear, and it's even hotter." She let go of Kate's tail, still thrusting in her fingers, and she licked her index finger on her left hand. "Show me the rest, you sexy lesbian slut!"

She pushed her wet index finger against Kate's werewolf asshole, and Kate involuntarily relaxed, almost instantly accepting the digit, letting Gwen finger her anus up to the second knuckle.

Her sphincter clenched. Her pussy was pumped deep. There was a sharp intake of breath, a single still heartbeat before the double penetration overwhelmed her--

Then Kate cummed in her fingerfucked vagina, and involuntarily, she felt her orgasm boil up through her belly, up through her full lungs, and explode out of her body in a fierce howl.

In a single terrible crack of bone, her muzzle burst forth to its final length, and Kate's tented face was for the slightest second a picture of orgasmic surprise--before it split apart in a wet, meaty rip, lips snapping in half, nose tearing apart into several pieces, cheeks sliding back from an auburn muzzle, everything shredding and popping in a ruin of skin.

Gwen pulled out, reached down and cupped Kate's pussy, stimulating her orgasmic clit more than enough just by holding it in her palm while Kate jizzed on her hand.

Kate's chin split open, her brow ripped apart, and slowly, the cumming werewolf thrust her howling head through the ruins of Kate's face, baying wildly and shaking from side to side, slinging away flaps of wet flesh from her lupine form.

Her cum emptied again and again into her girlfriend's hand. Gwen hadn't just lusted after Kate's bottom. She'd lusted after Kate's werewolf ass and pussy. She'd fingered the werewolf's butthole. The howl of orgasm was also a howl of triumph, for the werewolf was cumming because she felt Gwen's lust for the wolf.

The skin on Kate's human head peeled and snapped and jerked back, sliding down her lupine head towards her throat. The empty, flopping halves of Kate's face that hung from her jawline seemed nothing more than genuinely surprised, tattered lips and empty eyelids looking more like discarded costume than skin.

For a moment, Kate's werewolf howled out of the ruin where her face had been, but her ears were still hooked in flesh, her scalp still whole, her throat still coated in human hide.

Then Gwen released Kate's cumming pussy. Quickly, she straddled her girlfriend's bare back, settling her weight on the balls of her feet, otherwise resting her breasts against Kate's shoulders, her searing hot pussy rubbing against the base of Kate's stiff tail and held up by Kate's legs--

"I've mounted you, slut!" Gwen cried, and with a violent grip, she grabbed two handfuls of human Kate's beautiful auburn hair near the crown of her head, down near the roots, and she yanked them apart--hard--as she cummed her own filthy lesbian load onto Kate's thick furry tail.

In one long, loud tear, Kate's scalp split open, ripping from her forehead, over her skull and down to the nape of her neck. Gwen released Kate's hair, grabbed her strong shoulders for support, and enjoyed the rest of her orgasm by slowly rolling her hips to grind on Kate's tail and back.

Kate's howl died away. The empty halves of her human head fell away and hung from her neck like a scarf. All that remained from the neck up was the panting head of a gorgeous auburn werewolf, lupine ears standing tall from a long wavy mane of darker red hair that tumbled halfway to the carpet. Her toothy maw, long muzzle and black snout pointed skyward while she breathed.

"That," Kate said, fully in possession of the quick werewolf tongue, "that was gay, Gwen. You fingered a girl's asshole." She grinned, feeling her lupine lips flex. "I loved it."

"Butt stuff isn't always gay," Gwen murmured.

"Get off," Kate said, gently turning to dump her girlfriend off her back. Not that Gwen was too heavy to carry, but she wanted to turn over. Gwen thumped on the carpet and laid down on her back, mock submissive. Kate leaned over, almost without thinking, and gently lapped one of Gwen's milk-stained tits.

"How do you feel?" Amy asked.

"Wonderful," Kate said. She lightly poked Gwen in the ribs with a claw. "It's gay if a girl gives a speech about fucking girl butts before fingering her girlfriend's asshole."

"Well, it sounds lesbian if you put it that way," Gwen said. "I just thought you'd like it."

"It was fun." Kate placed a hand near her groin. "But I loved getting fucked like that. My pussy felt fantastic."

"I wanted to do that for years," Gwen said, getting up off the floor. Once she was seated, she reached up to Kate's muzzle. "Let me see you real quick." She gently touched Kate's face, turning her head this way and that. Her breathing grew shallower, then stopped altogether.

"Gwen?" Kate asked.

Gwen smiled. "You're so beautiful." Her breathing resumed, anxiety passing. She stroked Kate's muzzle with the back of her hand, reached up and rubbed behind one of her short, pointed ears. It was soft, almost velvety. Then her hand cascaded down Kate's waves of hair. "So much longer. These waves..."

"I've always wanted hair like this," Kate said, picking a lock and rubbing it between her fingertips. She contrasted it with the remains of her hair hanging from her shed scalp and noticed that her new mane reached halfway to her waist.

Gwen's face turned serious. "We have to see the rest of you." She reached out and cupped one of Kate's magnificent breasts. "I need to see these."

"You need?" Kate asked slyly.

"I have to suck your werewolf boobs," Gwen said matter of factly. She slid her hand down the underside of that firm, monstrous breast, then traced her fingers along the skin tightened over Kate's belly. She stopped right where a bush of pubic hair would begin, if Kate hadn't shaved clean.

"Still human after all?" Kate asked.

"Your sex made you transform," Amy said, "but it's the last part of you to change. Inside your human pussy is a werewolf's pussy--fatter, hornier, and crowned with a feral bush of hair."

Gwen reached between her legs and played with her thick, dark pussy, pinkness glimpsed within. She rubbed its musk into her pubic hair and touched her erect clitoris through its barely visible hood, nestled down in her swollen vulva, her fatty labia. She spread her supremely thick lips and showed off ruddy inner lips and a tight enraged vagina slicked with musky lube.

It was a gorgeous, primal vagina, more fertile and beautiful and thick and tight than a human pussy. It was a werewolf pussy, and Kate felt her own clit stiffen one last time.

"You haven't tasted werewolf snatch, have you?" Gwen asked. She spoke the word snatch in distorted English, but it sounded clear to Kate's werewolf ears.

Kate grinned broadly, involuntarily. She was really, really looking forward to this. Her mouth was beginning to water, and her werewolf tongue was so much thicker and stronger than her human muscle had been. "Do I have to?" she asked innocently.

Gwen could hear the barely contained lust in Kate's voice. "I'm sorry," she teased, "but that's the rule. All new werewolves have to eat werewolf pussy." She shifted her legs until they were spread apart and she was leaning back. "I don't make the rules. You'll just have to eat me until I cum."

"My, my," Kate joked, "what a fat pussy you have."

"All the better to have gay sex with," Gwen said primly.

"Wait," Amy said, "before we're finished. There's one thing I want to do, if this is your last fuck tonight."

"What's that?" Gwen asked, tossing her head back to look at Amy.

"Have you ever heard of a daisy chain?"

There was only a little explanation needed before both Gwen and Kate, wide-eyed and aroused, agreed immediately to the last little girl-on-girl orgy they'd enjoy tonight.

Amy had seen a video when she was fourteen, the first year she'd watched porn. It'd been the early internet, alone with her first computer, and one of the rare times she'd watched any lesbian sex. It was six minutes clipped from the final scene of Sorority Sex Kittens 2, a tremendous lesbian orgy of more than thirty 90s porn stars--writhing, bending over, fingering, eating snatch.

It'd made her afraid that she was lusting for a homosexual experience, mainly because she was. The video had stuck with her, coming back again and again in wet dreams.

Today, on the day of their shared rebirth, they'd have a more intimate taste of that experience. The three werewolves laid down on their sides in a circle, bellies facing inward, muzzles to pussies. Gwen figured out the most comfortable position first, the eager little nymph. She laid her head on Amy's inner thigh to keep her neck straight, then grabbed Amy's upper leg to keep their bodies aligned and the weight off her skull. In turn, Amy slid her head between Kate's cheerleader thighs, and Kate placed her snout before Gwen's horny genitals. They were strong enough to comfortably hold this position for at least a few minutes, but they knew it wouldn't take that long.

Amy pushed her muzzle against Kate's pussy, thrust her tongue through Kate's lips and deep into her vagina. Penetrated, she tensed. Gwen was already slurping at Amy's werewolf pussy. Kate leaned in and sniffed her girlfriend's vagina, even more arousing and lovely than it'd been when Gwen was a little Asian schoolgirl. She pressed the lips of her auburn muzzle to that tender, hot werewolf pussy. Already, she could taste the salty-sweetness of Gwen's various vaginal fluids, the result of a long night of lesbian sex. Then Kate pushed out her long tongue, further and further than she'd imagined she could, and she penetrated her girlfriend's vagina with her thick tongue.

Kate was fucking Gwen six inches deep and tasting pussy on every inch of her tongue. Gwen's vagina was squeezing on the sides of Kate's muscle, tight and loose, tight and loose. Kate could feel her own snatch performing the same motions on Amy's full thrusting tongue, but she didn't have nearly the same strength or range of motion in her vaginal walls. Gwen's pussy felt alive; it mated with Kate's tongue. It clenched it, as if eager to draw her in deeper, to make her fight back, wrestling.

It was the most intimate kiss Kate could imagine, because her girlfriend mated her vagina to retreating tongue, reluctant to let go, and in turn, her tongue pushed Gwen open like a burst of hot living liquid with every thrust.

Starting in her werewolf mouth, Kate felt as if she were drinking in lesbian lycanthropy from Gwen's cunt, a heady elixir of heat and queer lust that poured down her throat, spread into her chest and belly, diffused into her magnificent shuddering breasts and spread down towards her pumped pussy, horny ass and stiff tail. Similarly, up from her vagina, Amy's tongue pumped in a lunatic energy, a kind of monstrous eroticism that penetrated past her physical vagina and into her spirit.

Somewhere near her heart, these sexual sources mingled, and she felt something uncover, a feeling like a reluctant chill that'd outlasted all her orgasms, all their love. She imagined it was her human soul, holding onto the last nugget of fear and anger, the last unforgiving memory which whispered, remember? They forced you into this. They took away your humanity.

They never gave you a choice.

And into that cold little ball, in poured the sapphic heat of her lover's pussy and the lunatic energy of her gay teacher's desperately aroused licking. In there, she felt the reality of what was happening challenge her all too human fear, and she stood in judgment of this. She looked at what had happened, and she acknowledged that they had done her wrong.

They'd been desperate.

But here and now, making love to her werewolf girlfriend's vagina, she understood why they'd done it. They'd wanted her to join them. They'd wanted the best for her. They'd wanted this, a glorious feeling of kinship, of freedom from fear. They'd wanted her to love another woman without hesitation, to partake in the homosexual sorority of werewolves, who could and would have sex together because it made them feel happy, pleased and loved.

She forgave Amy for sharing the blessing of lycanthropy with them. She forgave Gwen for biting her, because she knew deep down that if she hadn't wanted this, nothing would have happened. There wasn't a world full of wolves because the curse only transformed those who desired this in their very souls.

She forgave Gwen because she would've cried with joy, if she wasn't buried face to cunt in the throes of a heavy fuck. She'd given Kate a chance to become Gwen's werewolf mate.

The little cold nugget melted away, and down to her core, Kate became a werewolf. She shuddered, arousal rising intensely, chest heaving, clitoral erection becoming so tight that her clit and bulbs literally ached. In her human vulva, she felt expansion. Her bulbs swelled tighter. Her lips fattened yet became more sensitive. Underneath her smooth pussy lips, a more aroused pussy was growing--furry, horny, beastly.

Inside her throbbing human pussy, a werewolf pussy was formed.

She clenched harder on Amy's tongue. Her vaginal walls became stronger, more flexible. They began to pulse and move as Gwen's did, drawing in and squeezing out in turn.

Still they fucked. Still they ate snatch in a circle of gay werewolf women, fucking on the day of their hatching.

Kate's chest was aroused. The diffused heat of sex was becoming more acute in her puffy nipples. She reached up the hand that she'd had pinned under her body, and she played with her tits. To her surprise, they were more responsive, blasting pulses of arousal that shot through her breasts and made her shiver and quake, shaking all that soft mammary flesh.

She'd seen Gwen's milk. She'd tasted its sugary sweetness. Was that just a product of desire? Could she cum from her breasts if she wanted?

The pleasure turned into pressure in her breasts. The pressure became expansion, though only a little more--she'd already grown so much. And into that expansion, she felt the long overstretched skin of her human tits simply resist, unable to cover any more breast. Her cleavage became shallow. The skin disconnected from the beast underneath; the dark pattern of her human nipples seemed to slide off the shape of her werewolf nipples beneath, which maintained their erections and rubbed across the slippery insides of her human hide.

Then the end came. It snuck up on Kate. She didn't realize at first what was happening, but Amy hadn't cum in a while, so she was the first to go. With a heavy jerk, Gwen sent Amy into a last orgasm for the night, and Amy grabbed onto Kate's leg tight, ripping open her overstretched human skin while trying to keep her head buried within Kate's thighs.

Amy failed, sliding out and crying aloud, "Yes!"

Her tongue left Kate's pussy just another minute short of cumming, surely no longer!

Gwen pulled her head back and gasped, wiping away Amy's cum from her muzzle with the back of her hand, feeling clearly aroused by the soiling, grimacing over and over with each pump of Kate's tongue--one, two, three--and she cummed too, simply because she liked being cummed on by other girls. Kate got that.

Some girls got off on being coated in someone else's lust.

The surprise was when Gwen squirted just above Kate's lower lip, dumping her sweet searing load of female ejaculate under Kate's tongue. Kate pulled back, tongue retreating, mouth snapping shut, and she actually swallowed Gwen's ejaculate. The followup squirts landed on her snout and throat, but it didn't matter.

All that Kate felt was the hot evidence of lesbian werewolf sex running down her throat. She'd really eaten werewolf pussy.

She felt so perfectly, absolutely lesbian, it was too much to bear having any human parts at all, any evidence that she'd been anything other than this horny werewolf she'd become.

She rushed to her feet, quaking all over, and with Gwen lazily looking up at her, Kate let instinct take control.

She grabbed the half-shredded remainders of her human scalp, sank into them with her claws, and ripped them off, throwing each ruined half of her old human face onto the carpet. Then she grabbed her human breasts, cupping as much breast as she could hold in each hand, centering her wildly erect werewolf nipples under her palms. Her legs were apart. Her tail was erect. Her pussy throbbed between her thighs, this close to cumming--

Kate clenched her fingers, cutting through her thin human breasts, and then she pulled out and away. With a long slow rip, she tore the human skin off her humongous swelling werewolf boobs, baring her dark werewolf nipples and peeling back the remainder of the skin on her breasts in a slow, wet schrip of shredding thin flesh, revealing puffy fat inch after inch of swollen auburn breast.

The moment those puffy nipples were bared to the cold night air, the pressure increased tenfold. She was an instant away from cumming from her huge breasts--it only would take a touch...

But she let go off the skin, dropping it to hang like a shirt she'd ripped open to bare her massively erect werewolf tits. Her hands reached for her crotch. Her hands reached for the beast.

Pushing the werewolf out of her asshole had been intense, but it felt like comparing the moon to the sun, once it was measured against the pleasure of releasing the werewolf through her cunt.

Kate reached in between her legs with both hands, arms smashing her wildly horny breasts together, and she cupped her vulva in her werewolf hands, one side of her labia and inner thighs per each palm. The tension arced up from her pussy, up through her chest and breasts, up through her throat.

Without control, she threw her head back, at first groaning as she gripped her pussy mound tighter and tighter, then rising towards towards a whine as her clit retreated from her grasp, drawing inward, not just beneath the hood to protect it but beneath her skin, becoming the heart of her werewolf pussy.

It was time to show the world the beast within her human cunt.

She yanked on her human labia, and between her lips, dark fur peeked for an instant--

"Yes!" Gwen shouted.

Kate clenched and yanked harder, and a howl burst out of her, a cry to the moon's power, as she ripped her entire pussy mound in half with a loud meaty burst of ripping genital flesh, a destruction that became a supernova of orgasm, destroying her taint and instantly baring her squirting werewolf pussy.

"My mate's pussy!" Gwen shouted.

Kate pulled her sundered human pussy apart with a sticky peel of thick human labia, finding under the smooth pale skin a massive bush of werewolf pubic hair, soaked with musky fluid, crowning a thicker pussy mound which now swelled between her legs. She was fat with camel toe, clitoral bulbs emptying in pulses of body-shaking pleasure, and load after load of female ejaculate burst from her urethra and sprayed over Gwen's face and breasts.

Her breasts twinged, explosive. She arched her back and thrust her chest forward. Both erect nipples pulsed, and under orgasmic pressure, they cummed too, jetting thin, hot streams of milk into the air, joining the rain of fluid over her werewolf wife.

Her howl died away, but Kate kept yanking wildly, kept opening up her destroyed pussy wider and wider, pulling her far-separated labia up and away from her crotch, splitting her skin up her belly, ripping it away from her thighs and shredding it up and down her legs, opening the last of her human skin like a buttoned coat from the bottom up. Her voice still carried whines and groans, uncontrollable signs of the intense sensations that rolled across her reborn form. Her pussy jizzed and her breasts squirted with every violent motion, but the pleasure was tied to the escape--the orgasm was born from her hatching!

When the tear reached the destruction at her breasts, she let go of her old labia, grabbed her loose human skin at her flanks, and fully pulled her remaining skin apart, splitting it up from her tail, over her back, straight up to the nape of her neck, literally halving her hide and baring whole feet of damp auburn fur across her elegant back. She yanked the last of it away in a few violent tugs, tearing it from her calves, and she threw the halves of human Kate aside, flopping empty and wet at her feet.

Her orgasm jerked through her in one final climactic shudder; one especially heavy load gushed out of her urethra, a thick splash of female cum on Gwen's belly. Her breasts blasted two last gushes of milk, casting thin white lines across Gwen's breasts and arms. Then Kate relaxed. She felt her clitoral bulbs finally soften. The swelling in her vulva passed.

She took a deep breath and looked around her with more recognition. "That was intense," she whispered. She was naked now, fully a werewolf, and comfortable in this form.

"Mmm..." Gwen was appreciative, slowing rubbing her love's fluids around on her breasts and face, no longer seeking orgasm but simply basking in the joy of having brought about something so rare and beautiful as a werewolf hatching out of a woman.

The wet, torn skin of a tall red-headed cheerleader was scattered in pieces around her, most of it inside out or shredded beyond recognition. The third and final victim of the infection had been lost to the human race, but the final woman to escape that same fate stood in the middle, alive and free.

Kate felt her breasts lose some of their absurd swelling, though they'd always be large. Still, she'd bulked up a little when she'd flexed and shredded her arms. She could bear the weight with ease, and her flesh felt tough enough not to sag or fail. There was some kind of tissue holding them firm against gravity. She felt unbelievably beautiful, the way they kept some shape.

She reached down and felt the liquid dripping out of her new pussy. The flow was slowing. In her breasts, the pressure was all but gone; the milk was drying up. Her nipples no longer felt so swollen. For the first time since her transformation began, she felt erotically satisfied and didn't need more.

Gwen got up and stood before her. She was shorter than her again, about the same scale as she remembered before they'd become werewolves. It felt right. She loved her little Gwen, so pixie, so cute and fuckable. Gwen loved her giant buxom Kate, dominant in the relationship, strong and sexual by nature.

"Kate, you're done," Gwen said. "You're a werewolf now!" Her hands were folded in front of her waist. She was waiting for something. Kate could literally smell her mild anxiety.

"I'm here," Kate said, smiling genuinely. "I'm still here!"

Maybe that wasn't what Gwen was looking for, but she seemed encouraged. Yet still, she stood there, looking up. "Kate?"

"Gwen?" Kate asked, taking one step into Gwen's personal space, looking down to meet Gwen's gaze so close to her own. They could feel their breath on each other's muzzles.

"Am I your beautiful little nymph?" she asked.

Kate opened her arms, grabbed her girlfriend by the hips, and pulled her to her generous chest. "Will you be my wife?" she responded, not caring if it wasn't an answer, not even caring if it was the right question. There wasn't anyone to marry them.

What she'd heard was, am I yours?

And what she wanted to say was, I'll be yours for life.

Gwen must've heard the same thing, because she closed her eyes, tilted her head, and let Kate french kiss her, two girly werewolf muzzles filled with long, slowly wrestling tongues. The kiss must've lasted only twenty or so seconds, but it felt like long enough to make Kate's heart explode.

When they finished, she pulled Gwen tight against her, feeling that warm little body against her own. "I love you," she said.

"I love you too," Gwen replied.

Amy was digging through a cabinet, not looking, maybe a little embarrassed by witnessing something vastly less sexual yet far more intimate than all the erotic smoothing and hardcore sex.

She pulled out an empty trash bag and started whipping it open. "Let's collect all the mess," she said, "We'll lose it at the bottom of a dumpster before we go."

Kate could already tell that Amy would be the one leading them out to the wilds. She wouldn't ask right now, for fear of embarrassing their former teacher, but Kate suspected that once they found Amy's sire, they'd probably stay together as a pack, two pairs of close lovers who were willing to enjoy time together as four. They wouldn't have to worry about envy either.

Now that Kate was a werewolf, she could smell her connection to Gwen, and it was impossibly deep, likely baked into her by the metamorphosis. Even now, racial memories of the curse were swimming forth, tantalizing, recallable if she concentrated.

"We'll wash out our fur in the gym," Amy said. "The rest of the mess, we'll leave for people to figure out."

"It'll stink of sex," Gwen said.

"We'll be gone," Amy replied, "There are bigger mysteries that they won't be able to solve."

Gwen nuzzled her head into the cascade of Kate's wavy hair and closed her eyes, relaxing into Kate's arms. She didn't care. Damn the mysteries. They didn't matter anymore. None of the things she once worried about mattered ever again. They had each other and a wider world to explore for the rest of their lives.

--

It was nearly 11PM when they started cleaning up.

It was just after midnight, when the moon was highest overhead, when they buried their skins and belongings at the bottom of a dumpster to be collected that dawn.

Quietly, Amy Primrose led two generations of sired werewolves, Gwen Kim and Kate Bayer, across a street and into a copse of trees at the edge of a green belt in the city. They could follow it to the edge of town and out towards the state park.

That was only the first stop, but Amy told them that her future wife would be waiting there.

Then they'd roam into the mountains, she supposed. There was a lot of planet to explore, and a lot of time to explore it.

They could even write letters from some distant place, telling their parents that they'd eloped. The materials would be easy to steal, and nobody would be able to find them.

Hand in hand, Kate and Gwen followed, feeling as if this were the first day of their real lives.

"My wife," Kate whispered.

"My wife," Gwen replied.