Full Lunar Jacket
By Autolycus, maynlinz@earthlink.net
A genetically altered woman tries to discover a cure for lycanthropy.


This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to real persons is only a figment of
your imaginations. Let's face it, we all wish these babes were real! Anyway,
they're not, so go take a nice cold shower.

BABES IN SPYLAND VII:

FULL LUNAR JACKET

(c) 1998 Autolycus

Here's the deal: This is the story of a genetically altered female who is not
only a perfect physical specimen, but also has psychic abilities. She was
created by the US government to be the ultimate espionage agent, although her
creator/father, the late Dr. Smitrovich, didn't know that at the time. She was
seized by an ultra-secret anti-terrorist government agency, the Aegis Group,
and (ultimately, but against her will) trained in martial arts and other forms
of combat, although she refuses to kill anybody, which drives the head of the
AG, General Armitage Winsome, absolutely nuts. By the way, her name is Jessica
Chance and this is her attempt to cure Lupe's lycanthropy before the first
night of the next full moon and her second encounter with Melanie Chaos.

She shifted slightly in her bed, suddenly aware that something was different.
Then, like daylight flooding a darkened room, she realized that the dampening
frequency which had kept her psychic powers neutralized over the past several
months was no longer doing so. Curious, and more than a bit suspicious that it
might be another of Dr. Grazier's little tests, she cautiously probed her
surroundings with her mind. When the manacles which bound her to the bed by
her wrists and ankles did not emit an electric shock, she focused her energies
on them and the surging power of her mind, fueled by her rage and her desire
for revenge on those whom she felt had wronged her, tore them asunder as if
they were made of clay instead of a titanium-steel alloy.

A wicked smile playing about her full lips, she concentrated and removed the
door to her cell from its hinges and folded it in on itself until it was
nothing but a crumpled mass of iron. She was almost disappointed when no alarm
sounded.

Still fearing the worst, she made her way down the long hallway, ignoring the
slumbering occupants of the other cells, and headed for the main door to this
particular cell block.

When one of the facility's many guards, in the course of making her normal
rounds, discovered the empty cell and pursued the escapee, she was unlucky
enough to actually find her.

"Freeze, honey!" she called out, aiming her gun at the back of the prisoner's
skull. "Don't make any sudden moves or I will shoot you deader than dirt. Now,
slowly, put your hands up over your head and then turn around and face me."

"Technically, dirt is an incredibly alive thing, filled with microscopic
organisms," the woman replied with a girlish giggle, continuing down the hall.
"As you shall soon discover for yourself, or you would, if you weren't going
to be dead."

"I said to freeze, lady!" the guard shouted, slipping the safety of her weapon
off. "One more step and I will open fire."

When the woman continued down the hallway, the guard fired, aiming for just
above the woman's head.

"That was your one and only warning shot, girl!" she called out. "Now, stop
where you are and put your hands up! Or the next one will blow the back of
your head off!"

The figure in prisoner's clothing continued on, and she had nearly reached a
corner.

"I warned you!" the guard said, firing a shot aimed at the back of the
prisoner's head.

But the bullet halted in mid-flight, floating above the floor.

"And I told you," the woman chuckled.

Then, the bullet suddenly flipped around and shot back down the hall, striking
the guard between her shocked eyes and exiting out the back of her skull. She
dropped soundlessly, and lifelessly, to the floor.

When she finally exited via the main gate, about an hour later, the prison was
quiet. Daylight was still a few hours away and the sky was dark and cloudy,
making the dozens of bodies strewn about the courtyard difficult to see. All
of the limp forms were wearing the uniforms which designated them as guards or
prison personnel, and all of them had been mutilated in some form or another.
Blood, brains, and entrails were spread out on the road leading to the gate,
spelling out two words:

ITS PLAYTIME

* * * * *

Jessica sleepily reached for the phone, having stayed up until the early hours
of the morning working in the lab on the genetic code for lycanthropy so that
she could develop an antidote before the next full moon, a mere two days from
now. "Chance here," she mumbled.

A moment later, she sat bolt upright, all traces of drowsiness driven out of
her by the words she was hearing.

"All of them? I see. At least she didn't release the other prisoners, Dr.
Grazier," she said. "I suspect that I won't have to bother going to look for
her, sir, as I am undoubtedly her ultimate target. Still, I would strongly
advise you to take whatever precautions you can to protect yourself and your
family, as she might very well be paying you a visit, too. I will, Doctor.
Thank you for calling. And good luck."

Jessica set the phone down and then laid back down, willing herself to get
some rest in preparation for the coming ordeal. But sleep did not come easily
and, when it did at last take her, it was filled with horrific dreams.

Lupe looked up from her bowl of cereal as Jessica entered the kitchen. The
redhead's eyes were tinged with anxiety, but the Spaniard wasn't sure that was
solely because she was still trying to break down the lycanthropy virus,
instead of working on the last stages of a cure, as she had hoped to be by
this time.

"What's the matter, Jessica?" the brunette inquired.

"Do you remember that woman I told you about when we were in England, the one
with powers like mine?" Jessi asked.

"Velika, the Russian mercenary?" Lupe guessed.

"No, not Velika. She's cooperating with the British quite well, from what I
understand. I'm talking about Melanie, Melanie Chaos," the redhead replied,
saying the name slowly, almost hesitantly, as if merely speaking her name
could make her appear sooner.

"Oh, the loco one who is really five years old but has the body of a 20 year
old," nodded Lupe. "Si, I recall you telling Kendra and I about that one.
Why?" The dark eyes of the Spaniard narrowed suspiciously.

"She has somehow escaped from the maximum security prison she was in, killing
all 43 non-prisoners during her escape, and leaving me a message with their
remains," Jessica told her, causing the brunette to drop her spoon and stare
at the redhead in open dismay. "It's Playtime."

"That sounds like some dangerous games to Lupe."

"Exactly. And guess who who her favorite playmate is?"

Lupe nodded. "What are we going to do?" she asked.

"The first thing I'm going to do is wire this entire building to broadcast the
dampening frequency, negating her powers," Jessi sighed.

"But that will also negate yours, Jessica," Lupe pointed out.

"True. But, if she can use her powers, I feel certain that she will employ
them against you first, either killing you outright or using you to get to me.
Besides, I was able to beat her before when both our powers had been
neutralized," the redhead explained, "and, with you here, we shouldn't have
any problem taking care of her." Lupe grinned and nodded in agreement. "Once
the building has been wired, with an especially heavy signal beamed directly
into this apartment, I intend to continue working on the antidote for
lycanthropy. We only have two days until the first night of the full moon."

"Perhaps you should wait with the antidote, Jessica," Lupe ventured. "It might
not be such a bad thing to have me in my wolf form when your enemy arrives."

"Yes, Lupe, it would, for you might accidentally kill her in your frenzied
bloodlust. And she's not my enemy," the redhead added softly, "she's my little
sister."

* * * * *

Dr. Simon Grazier returned home from the prison, visions of the carnage still
all too fresh in his mind, after having spent the day working with the
facility's remaining patients. He was feeling quite good about the progress he
was making with Zuleika, in particular. While the Libyan was still a long,
long way from release into the general population, she was making some
progress in dealing with her stolen childhood and her hatred of the West. In a
few weeks, if things kept going the way they were, he might actually suggest
that the electrically charged strait jacket be removed, at night, once she was
secured in her cell, and gassed into a deep sleep, of course.

Dr. Grazier had learned a long time ago that you have to take whatever
victories you can get, no matter how small.

But, when he pulled into his driveway and his headlights illuminated the words
scrawled in blood on his garage door, all thoughts of victory flew from his
mind.

He slammed the car into park and raced over to the dark sedan with US
Government plates sitting in front of his house, but the two FBI agents within
were dead; it looked to Grazier as if their intestines had been ripped upwards
and out of their mouths as the agents' innards lay coiled in their lifeless
laps like sleeping cobras. Since the windows of the car were up and it didn't
look like Melanie had even bothered getting close enough to touch them before
killing them, let alone dipping her hands in their blood so that she could
write "LETS PLAY DOCTOR" on his garage, he bolted across the lawn and through
his front door.

The living room was empty of any sign of violence, no blood or bodies
anywhere, for which he was grateful.

He quietly went to the closet and removed his Smith and Wesson automatic from
its locked storage box, loaded it and then made his way through the rest of
the downstairs. When he found neither his family nor his former patient, he
wasn't sure if he should be relieved or worried.

Then, as he was about to go out into the garage through the door just off the
pantry, he suddenly heard a noise coming from upstairs; a slight thumping, as
if someone was dragging something heavy around in his bedroom, which was
directly overhead.

With a surge of hope that his wife was still alive, he ran for the stairs,
taking two at a time and then halted in the hallway when he noticed that the
door to his bedroom was slightly ajar.

He crept close and then peered inside, and all hope for his own future died.

Stephanie, his beautiful wife for twenty-one years, was dead. Her body had
been split open from sternum to pelvic bone and her entrails removed. Well,
nearly removed. At present, they were extending from her ravaged body, like
the strings of a bloody marionette, and she was flopping about the room in a
twisted imitation of one of those puppets, banging into the bed and dresser,
leaving a bloody path wherever she went.

When Grazier reached out and pushed the door all the way open, he saw Melanie,
still wearing her prison clothes, although they were now covered with blood
and guts, sitting cross-legged in a chair, a cigarette dangling from her
mouth, smiling maniacally as the body of his wife "danced" around the room.

"Nice to see you, Doc," she giggled, not even bothering to look at him. "Your
wife and I were just playing. Care to join us?"

For a split second he considered trying to shoot Melanie, but he had studied
her for the past seven months and he knew the terrible extent of her abilities
better than anybody; well enough to know that she could not be stopped with
anything as mundane as a bullet while in control of her genetically enhanced
powers. So, he raised the gun to his own head, but before he could pull the
trigger he felt his heart being ripped from his chest. Just before he died, he
saw it floating in front of him and heard Melanie's mocking laughter as she
scolded him, "Aww, Doc, that's so sweet. Giving me your heart. But what will
Stephanie say when she finds out?"

* * * * *

When Jessica called Dr. Grazier's home later that evening she was informed by
the FBI agent who answered the phone that he and his wife were dead. The
couple's teenage son had fortunately been over at a friend's house and was all
right, as was their young daughter, who had been sent to stay with his In-Laws
upon news of Ms. Chaos' escape. It appeared that Mrs. Grazier was in the
process of joining her, the two agents who were to have driven her there were
found dead in their car, when Ms. Chaos arrived and killed her. When Dr.
Grazier returned home, she had also killed him.

"Did she leave any messages?" Jessica asked, her stomach turning at the
thought of the horror the good doctor must have endured.

"Two. One written with Mrs. Grazier's blood on the garage door which read
'LETS PLAY DOCTOR,' and one written with Dr. Grazier's blood on the wall of
the bedroom which read 'R U READY SIS'," the agent replied.

Jessica thanked the agent and then hung up the phone and looked over at Lupe.
"She's coming," she said with a heavy sigh. "Turn it on."

The Spaniard nodded and then flipped a brand new switch, hidden on the
underside of the kitchen counter, and Jessica braced herself for the initial
dizziness which always accompanied the inhibiting frequency. For the redhead,
it was as if she had suddenly lost one of her senses, like a blinding flash
which robs one of sight, or a deafening explosion which causes deafness,
leaving her momentarily disoriented as her mind was abruptly closed off from
its normal experiences.

"Are you all right, Jessica?" Lupe asked, coming over and putting her arm
around the redhead, steadying her.

"I'll be fine in a minute, Lupe," she assured her friend. "I've got to work on
that antidote. There's less than 24 hours until the full moon rises." She used
the Spaniard's shoulder to help her get to her feet, but Lupe suddenly scooped
her up into her powerful arms and shook her head.

"No, Jessica. You have only slept a few hours since we arrived from England
and you are clearly exhausted," the brunette admonished, carrying the
struggling redhead down the hall to her bedroom. "You need to be fully rested
for this woman, I think. So, you will go to bed now and work on the antidote
tomorrow. I will guard the apartment while you sleep."

Jessica tried to get up when Lupe laid her on the bed, but the larger woman
put both hands on her shoulders and forced her back down. "If you don't stay
put, Jessica, Lupe will be forced to tie you down again." The brunette grinned
wolfishly at the memory and Jessica found herself smiling as well.

"You say that like it would be bad thing," the redhead said coyly, reaching up
and playfully nuzzling Lupe's neck.

Lupe looked down into Jessi's green eyes and then released her shoulders,
instead wrapping her arms around the smaller woman and crushing her lips to
those of the redhead, even as Jessica's hands worked their way down Lupe's
powerful body, caressing the muscular back and rear, raising her ass off the
bed and thrusting her groin against that of the brunette.

Suddenly, both women began ripping each other's clothes off, both their nails
leaving long scratches in each other's flesh in the process, until they were
both naked. As Lupe moved her lips to Jessica's throat, the redhead's nails
raked across her back and her legs encircled the Spaniard's waist, pulling her
closer still. Then, Lupe slid her mouth down to the American's breasts,
expertly using her tongue to tease the nipples until they became erect.
Meanwhile, Jessica's hands were keeping busy. One was massaging Lupe's ass,
while the other probed inside her vagina, fingering her into a passioned
frenzy.

When Lupe was about to burst from pleasure, she suddenly reared up on her
knees, pulling the redhead up with her and kissing her hard on the mouth, her
long tongue frantically diving down Jessi's throat. Then, the Spaniard
climaxed and fell backwards, bouncing on the large bed and propelling Jessica
up and on top of her. As the redhead lay prone on Lupe, her conical breasts
resting directly against the larger, more rounded ones of the brunette, she
suddenly felt Lupe's fingers snake into her pussy. Quivering with pleasure,
she immediately began caressing the Spaniard's breasts and her teeth playfully
bit the larger woman's neck. Lupe's other hand, in the meantime, had wound
itself in the American's red tresses, pulling on them ever so slightly as the
fingers massaged the scalp beneath until Jessi, too, exploded with ecstasy.

After a few moments, during which both women lay panting with pleasure,
Jessica kissed Lupe gently, longingly, running her fingertips along the lines
of her cheeks and chin, and then pulled away and flipped around so that she
could place her face between the moist legs of the Spaniard. Lupe likewise
raised her lips to Jessi's dripping snatch and both women began licking each
other with such ferocity that their faces were soon covered with sweat, jizz,
and blood.

When they finally came, climaxing as violently as either had ever done, their
backs arched and howls of mind-blowing pleasure erupted from both of their
throats. Then, at the same time, they both began kissing each other's asses,
their hands fondly stroking the soft flesh, until they both forced their
tongues inside the other's anus while their other hands reached around and
once again fingered her partner's pussy until they came again. This time
climaxing so completely that both women barely had time to crawl into each
other's arms, locking lips one last time, before falling deeply asleep.

* * * * *

Georgina was not having a good night.

She and her female gang members had lost a brawl with their hated rivals
earlier that evening and now she and four of her home-girls had been kicked
out of her favorite watering hole for starting a fight with some of the local
boys who had gotten a little too friendly.

As the five slightly drunk women made their way down the street a figure
stepped from a darkened alley wearing nothing but a shirt which extended below
her knees.

Georgina's night was about to get much worse.

The stranger was about 5'6" tall with short, black hair and eyes that glinted
like polished coal. She was wearing an oversized shirt which buttoned up the
front, although the top four buttons were undone, barely containing her
38DD's. Her long, curvaceous legs extended below the bottom of the shirt and
her feet were bare. There was something splattered all over the woman's hands
and shirt, but Georgina was hardly paying any attention to those details.

Melanie looked at the approaching women and nodded approvingly. The leader was
just about her size, although her chest was smaller, with dirty blonde hair,
currently tucked beneath a bandana, and cruel, blue eyes. Her lips were long
and narrow, and were presently curled back from her teeth in a feral grin. She
was wearing a black leather jacket, matching gloves, a leopard print spandex
bodysuit, with a thick silver chain wrapped around her waist as a belt, and
leather boots which reached up to her knees, also tipped with silver.

The other five women were wearing similar outfits and of varying builds. But
Melanie wasn't really paying any attention to them.

"Nice clothes," the escapee commented, walking up to the gang.

"Thanks. Can't say the same for yours," snickered Georgina, glancing back at
her companions and raising her eyebrows crazily. "What the fuck is all over
your hands and shirt?"

"Oh, blood, brains, some entrails, too, I would imagine," Melanie replied
airily. "Which is why I want your clothes."

"Why you want...What are you, lady, crazy?" Georgina asked, cocking her head.

"As a matter of fact, I am," she replied. "At least, that's what they want me
to believe, so that I can be helped, of course. The first step to recovery is
admitting you have a problem."

Georgina and the others exchanged confused glances and then shrugged.

"Look, we don't mess with mental cases, so you just go back to whatever rock
you crawled out from under and we'll forget it, all right?" the gang leader
suggested.

Melanie pursed her lips and crinkled her brow as if in deep thought for a
moment and then shook her head and said, "Nope. No can do. Now, are you going
to give me your clothes, or do I have to take them from your dead body?"

"That's it, you crazy bitch! You had your chance!" Georgina hissed, cocking
her arm back and advancing toward the unarmed woman.

"So did you," giggled Melanie.

Georgina suddenly found that she could not move. Her entire body refused to
obey even the simplest command from her frightened brain and she watched
helplessly as her fellow gang members were hurled past her and down the alley
from which the strange woman had emerged.

"Now, don't move a muscle, sweetie," Melanie chuckled, kissing her fingertips
and then touching them to Georgina's frozen lips. "I'll be back in two shakes
of a lamb's tail."

She then ran down the alley and Georgina heard the sounds of a scuffle,
quickly followed by the familiar voices of her friends screaming in terror.
Then, she heard some incredibly disgusting noises, similar to those she had
heard in her father's meat-packing plant when she used to visit him at work,
and the screaming stopped.

A few minutes later the strange woman walked out of the alley, her hands and
shirt splattered with fresh blood.

"My, that was refreshing!" she grinned, walking up to Georgina. "Your turn."
She paused, looking down at her filthy outfit and especially at her hands.
"No, this will never do. I need to get cleaned up first or your clothes will
be as disgusting as these by the time I get them on. And then I'll just have
to go and find someone else so that I can get their clean clothes, and, well,
you can see how this could easily turn into one of those endless causality
loops, don't you?" Georgina couldn't have responded if she tried, but, having
no idea what the woman was babbling about, she didn't even bother trying.
"Hmm, perhaps you don't. Well, just take my word for it that the best thing to
do is to nip the whole thing in the bud by getting myself cleaned up before I
get your clothes. Hang tight, I'll be right back."

Melanie ran to the other side of the street and into a seedy hotel. Without
pausing, she snapped the desk clerk's neck and then ran up the stairs and
forced open the first door she came to. She quickly strangled the older couple
sleeping within with their own bed sheets and then rushed into the bathroom
and hopped into the shower.

She turned the water on full, ripped off her prison shirt and panties, and
enjoyed the feeling as the warm water cascaded down her body, washing away the
grime and easing the tension which had been building up since her escape. She
was grateful, but she was also suspicious. Who had arranged for the inhibiting
frequency to be shut off? And, more importantly, why? Her first guess was that
her "father," General Armitage Winsome, head of the Aegis Group, had been
behind it, but she couldn't fathom why he had freed her now, after seven
months of imprisonment, instead of earlier. What had happened to make her
useful to him now, she wondered. She decided that as soon as she had settled
things with her "big sister" she would have to pay him a little visit and get
some answers, one way or another.

But, she thought, wiping herself off with a towel, first things first.

Georgina was really beginning to panic now. It had been over five minutes
since she had last moved, including so much as blinking, and her eyes were
getting quite dry and uncomfortable. Then, she saw the strange woman exiting
the hotel, naked and dripping wet, and was suddenly more afraid than before.
The woman's body was taut with muscles, but not overtly muscular, except for
her abdominals, which looked to be as hard as iron, and her calves, which
bulged as she made her way over to the frozen gang leader.

"Sorry about the delay," Melanie grinned. "But, well, you know how sometimes
when you're taking a shower your mind just starts to wander and you forget
what you're doing? Anyway, I've been thinking and it occurred to me that my
dear sister will no doubt negate my powers again, bringing our struggle to a
purely physical level once more, and I've been cooped up in a cell for the
past seven months. Oh, sure, I've exercised and kept my body in shape. See?"
She flexed for the gang leader and Georgina saw that she was a great deal more
muscular than she had thought. The woman's forearms bulged and her thighs
pumped up until they had nearly doubled in size. "But, I haven't had any
opportunity to hone my fighting skills. So, here's the deal..." She paused and
Georgina suddenly found that she could move again. She briefly considered
running for it, but even she was smart enough to realize that she couldn't
hope to get away before the woman froze her again, or worse. "Say, you can
fight without any weapons, can't you? I mean, you're not just a trigger or a
blade, are you?"

"I didn't become leader of the Psycho Sluts by shooting anybody, bitch,"
Georgina assured her, turning around and displaying the gang's logo: A
well-endowed woman sitting atop a pile of male and female bodies, casually
smoking a cigarette.

"Psycho Sluts, eh? I like that," Melanie grinned. "Good. Okay, so, here's the
deal: I need a real workout. I want you to try to beat the shit out of me."

"Oh, I plan on killing your crazy, mother-fucking ass!" Georgina snarled,
pounding her fist into the palm of her other hand.

"Nice of you to live up to all of my wildest stereotypical assumptions,"
chuckled Melanie. "My name is Melanie. I can see from your jacket that yours
is Georgina. A pleasure to meet you."

"Fuck you, you crazy-ass bitch!" Georgina exclaimed, leveling a roundhouse
right at Melanie's head.

But the brunette easily ducked below the swing and then spun her leg up and
around, her foot connecting with the blonde's chin.

Georgina retaliated by grabbing the ankle of the extended leg and yanking
Melanie off her feet. The naked brunette landed hard on her side, but, before
she even had time to catch her breath, the gang leader had begun to spin
around, dragging her painfully across the ground until she was lifted as the
blonde increased her momentum. Then, Georgina let go and Melanie went flying
across the street.

She landed on her face and did her best to halt her momentum, which only
resulted in her hands getting scraped up.

Grinning, the gang leader rushed over and planted the silver toe of her boot
in Melanie's side, completely flipping her into the air. She landed on her
stomach, gasping for breath and cradling the spot where she had been kicked.

The blonde sauntered over and waited until Melanie had gotten up on all fours,
and was in the process of standing up, before knocking her head over heels
with a powerful uppercut. The brunette tumbled backwards across the street,
finally landing in a sitting position, experimentally waggling her jaw back
and forth and spitting out some blood from a split lip.

Georgina pulled an automatic from her jacket as she walked over to the downed
woman. "This is it, you crazy fuck!" she growled. "Kiss your ass good-bye!"

"Ah, ah, ah," Melanie scolded, shaking her finger. "The deal was no weapons,
remember?"

The gun suddenly got extremely hot and the gang leader dropped it on the
ground, watching in horrified fascination as it turned bright red and then,
bubbling and popping like an egg in a skillet, melted down until it was
nothing but a metal pancake.

"Besides," Melanie added, climbing to her feet, "you're doing fine without the
gun. That last shot was nearly as powerful as the one from my sis which KO'd
me last time. Nice one, Georgina."

Infuriated, the blonde feinted a blow to the brunette's head, but instead
stepped in and buried her other fist up to the wrist in Melanie's belly,
doubling the dark haired woman over and setting her up perfectly for the gang
leader's knee, which slammed up and into her chin.

Were it not for the fact that Georgina had grabbed a handful of her dark hair,
Melanie would surely have found herself on her back once more. As it was, her
head was held in place while the gang leader's fist shot forward and connected
solidly with her nose, crushing it and sending a spray of blood down the
brunette's face. It also tore her free from Georgina's grasp, sending her
staggering backwards, but, amazingly, staying on her feet.

Georgina walked over, a huge smile on her face, but instead of finding Melanie
nearly out on her feet, as she had expected, she was met with a spinning jump
kick which nailed her on the side of her face. Before the blonde could
recover, Melanie leaped up and, grabbing her head as she sailed over her,
flipped Georgina up and over her. The gang leader landed hard on her back,
somehow managing to hold her head up so that it didn't crack open on the road.
Still, her entire body was in pain and it felt like every bone in it had been
jarred loose by the impact.

Melanie, giggling, walked around behind her and sat down, wrapping her
powerful thighs around the blonde's middle and squeezing. At the same time,
the brunette's heels were painfully pressing into Georgina's groin. And,
before the gang leader could hold her arms out and away from her, Melanie had
grabbed both her wrists and folded her arms backwards.

"Whew! I was almost worried there for a minute, Georgina," she snickered,
locking her ankles together and squeezing harder while simultaneously
stretching the arms back so far that they were nearly torn from their sockets.

But, Melanie's mocking laughter suddenly ceased when Georgina rocked forward,
pulling her legs up beneath her, and then up onto her knees. Before the
brunette could release her holds, the blonde toppled backwards, pinning
Melanie beneath her. The impact caused the brunette to release her hold on
Georgina's arms, and the gang leader took advantage of this by snapping her
head back and catching Melanie in the face with the back of her head. Feeling
the pressure decreasing around her middle, Georgina quickly shifted and thrust
her elbow into Melanie's gut, ramming it hard several times, until the
brunette's legs slid free.

But the gang leader continued to ram her elbow backwards, striking Melanie not
only in the stomach, but also in her face, chest, and crotch, until she was
able to turn around and and stand up. The blonde immediately drove the heel of
her boot between Melanie's legs over and over until she lay on the road
writhing in agony.

"Almost had you worried, huh, bitch?" she laughed, looking down at her
handiwork and smiling cruelly. "Well, it's time to put you to bed once and for
all, honey, so I can get home and get some sleep!"

Georgina reached down and grabbed a handful of dark hair. "On your feet, baby.
I want you to see this coming!" she snarled, hauling Melanie up by her hair.
She cocked her arm, fist clenched, and was about to punch the brunette in her
already bloodied face when Melanie suddenly reached up and, using the blonde's
own arm for leverage, swung both feet up and into Georgina's chest, knocking
her to her back.

Melanie went with the momentum and landed heavily on the blonde's stomach,
forcing the breath from her body.

Then, for good measure, she bounced up and down on the prone woman's belly,
making sure she was thoroughly winded before stopping long enough to pepper
her face with a series of sharp rights and lefts.

"You're just too sure of yourself, Georgina," Melanie informed her, bouncing
down hard on her stomach again. "That, and the fact that my body heals at an
amazing rate, ensured your defeat."

Georgina, barely conscious, raised her hands to ward off the blows, but
Melanie quickly grabbed them and then positioned herself so that her feet were
pressing against the gang leader's throat.

The blonde struggled feebly, but, with Melanie sitting on her stomach and
restraining her hands, there wasn't much she could do. Each time she attempted
to bring her legs into play, Melanie would raise herself up by increasing the
pressure of her feet on the blonde's neck and then drop back down, once more
knocking what little air remained in the gang leader's body out of it.

Realizing that she was helpless, Georgina gasped, "A-all right, lady. You win.
I g-give up!"

"Wrong, sweetie," Melanie giggled, placing one foot on each side of her head.
"You die." With a quick movement, the brunette snapped the blonde's neck. A
small trickle of blood ran from Georgina's slack mouth as Melanie stood up and
stretched her muscles.

"That was just what I needed, honey. Thanks," she snickered, leaning over and
kissing her sweetly on her lifeless mouth, licking the blood from her lips.

She then picked the body of the woman up and dragged it into the same alley
where she had dispatched her fellow Psycho Sluts and quickly stripped it of
clothing. But, looking down at all the blood on her from her crushed nose, she
decided to run back over to the hotel for another quick shower. First,
however, she dumped the naked body of the gang leader into a dumpster which
was already overflowing with dead women.

Before she had finished showering, Melanie's wounds, including her broken
nose, had fully healed, leaving not so much as a scar to show the terrible
beating she had endured. After rinsing off, and then hurriedly drying herself
with a towel, she slipped into the leopard-print bodysuit, enjoying the way
the spandex hugged her every curve, especially the way it clung to her
breasts, exciting the nipples into erection. She then wound the chain around
her waist and slid the leather jacket on, delighted to find a wallet filled
with cash in the inside pocket.

Feeling a bit hungry, she decided to find a 24 hour restaurant and then get a
room and get some sleep.

She was going to need to be fully rested for her and Jessica's 'reunion'.

* * * * *

Jessica woke up and was dimly aware of someone lying in bed with her. She
glanced over and was a bit shocked to see Lupe's face next to hers. And then
she remembered what had happened the night before.

"Oh, my!" she exclaimed.

Lupe's dark eyes blinked and her mouth dropped open in surprise.

"Madre Dios!" she exclaimed.

Both women lifted up the sheets and peered beneath them, confirming that they
were both naked. They then looked at each other and smiled sheepishly.

"It is the nearness of the transformation, Jessica," Lupe explained. "Tonight
I will become a wolf for three days and my body is being filled with the
enzymes which will trigger the change. They tend to make me a little crazy,
doing things I wouldn't do ordinarily."

"That's all well and good for you, Lupe, but I wasn't exactly an unwilling
participant, and my body isn't filling up with enzymes," Jessi frowned. She
looked over and saw how badly the Spaniard felt and added quickly, "I'm not
angry with you, Lupe. It was wonderful. The best ever, in fact. Thank you."
She leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips. "It's just that I feel
badly about betraying Kendra's trust."

Her mind wandered back to her last day in England, shortly before she and Lupe
left for the airport.

She and Kendra, a 5'7" blonde with bright blue eyes and small, perfect
breasts, were lying in bed with each other, having just finished making love
for the fourth time since waking up that morning, enjoying the simple pleasure
of each other's nearness. A pleasure which would all too quickly be denied to
them.

"I've never had a long-distance relationship before," Kendra began haltingly,
"so I'm not sure exactly how they're supposed to work."

"Hey, I've never had a relationship, long-distance or otherwise, so don't
expect me to have any answers," Jessi shrugged, almost losing herself in
Kendra's blue eyes for the hundredth time since meeting her.

"Like I was," the blonde replied, in a really awful Valley Girl accent. "What
I was going to say is that I know you may be called on to do things you
wouldn't ordinarily do in order to complete a mission, and, it goes without
saying that the same goes for me. All I'm proposing is that if you meet
someone else and want to pursue something with them, please, Jessi, call me
first, before you rush into anything, and talk to me. Be honest with me and
I'll be honest with you. Okay?" She leaned over and kissed Jessica's nose
sweetly.

"There will never be anyone else, Keni," Jessi promised, reaching for the
blonde.

But Kendra shook her head and waved the hands away. "Yes, Angel," she said,
staring into Jessi's green eyes, "there will be. You're young, in more ways
than just chronologically, and I'm only your first love. You'll have others,
trust me. I wish it weren't so, but it is."

Jessi's eyes began to well up with tears and she tried to laugh, but ended up
crying instead. "Why are you doing this, Keni? Why are you telling me this
now? Don't you trust me? Don't you believe that I love you with every fiber of
my being? Or am I just a freak, incapable of true love?" she demanded, the
tears streaming down her reddened cheeks.

"Of course you're not a freak, Jessi!" Kendra cried, pushing past the
redhead's protesting hands and holding her close. "And I do believe that you
love me. And, of course, I trust you. I just know that first loves, while
wonderful and marvelous and almost magical, rarely work out into anything
everlasting, except in our hearts."

"Well, we'll just prove to be the exception to the rule, Keni," Jessica
sniffed, squeezing the blonde tightly. "I swear it."

"I hope so, my darling," cooed the older woman. "I truly hope so."

"I've got to call her, Lupe," Jessi announced, reaching for the phone on the
side of the bed.

"I understand, Jessica," Lupe said, crawling out of bed and heading for the
bathroom. "Tell her I'm sorry and to give my love to Myrna."

Jessi nodded as she punched in Kendra's number and waited as the phone rang
several times. Then, she heard Kendra's voice, only it was her voice-mail:
You've reached the home of Kendra and Myrna. But, since we're a couple of
working girls--Not that kind, either, you dirty old buggers [Myrna's Irish
lilt]--we're not home at the moment. So, kindly leave us a message and we'll
get back to you. Honestly. Cross our hearts and hope to die [Myrna added]."

Then both women started laughing and the beep sounded.

Jessi just stared at the phone in her hand, all the words she had wanted to
say suddenly fleeing from her mind like a fox before the hounds in an illegal
hunt.

After a moment, she heard a click followed by the dial tone and hung up the
phone.

Lupe cautiously poked her head out of the bathroom. "Did you talk to her?" she
asked.

"No one was home...and I didn't think it would be proper to just leave her a
message: Hi, it's me. Just called to let you know that I violated your trust
and fucked Lupe's brains out. Oh, and Lupe sends her love to Myrna," Jessi
rattled off in a patently cheerful voice.

"No, that wouldn't have been very considerate," the Spaniard agreed with a
chuckle. "You can call later. After all, it's nearly 1 o'clock over in London,
so we shouldn't be surprised that they're out."

Jessi nodded, inwardly cursing the 5 hour time difference--As if the nearly
4,000 miles separating them wasn't bad enough! "I'm going to the lab," she
stated, gathering the sheet around her and getting out of bed, ignoring Lupe's
obviously amused expression. "I've got less than 12 hours until moon-rise.
What?" she demanded as she tried to walk with the sheet wound tightly around
her legs, resulting in her being forced to take very tiny steps, and Lupe
unable to control her laughter.

"Nothing," the brunette snorted, trying unsuccessfully to keep a straight
face.

Jessi grunted and then slowly, but surely, made her way to the bathroom.

When Jessica finally emerged from her bedroom, dressed in a professional
looking blouse, skirt and jacket combination, Lupe, wearing her customary
cut-off shirt and shorts, was seated on the couch with a bowl of Lucky Charms
watching Good Morning America.

"I'll be back before sundown, Lupe. Keep the door locked, just in case Melanie
comes by. And, if she does show up, be careful; she's a lot more dangerous,
and deadly, than she looks, even with the inhibiting frequency preventing her
from employing her psychic abilities," Jessi warned her. "I will find a cure
for you, Lupe. I promise."

"I know you will, Jessica," Lupe smiled. "Say, you know Lupe will be 138 on
her next birthday. Do you think I should write a letter to this Al Roker
fellow, so he will wish me a happy birthday on national television?"

Jessi scrunched up her face and shook her head slowly. "Ya know, I don't think
that would be the smartest thing to do, considering that you don't officially
exist and all," she frowned.

"I have my birth certificate," Lupe countered.

"Lupe, you may be 137, but you look like you're 27," Jessi patiently
explained.

"Oh, I will just explain how the full moon triggers a transformation that
completely regenerates my body. So, really, I haven't aged for 109 years," she
explained brightly. "I was only 26 when I became a werewolf, not 27."

Jessi sighed heavily and closed her eyes tightly. "We'll talk about this
later, Lupe. In the meantime, don't answer the door and don't write any
letters to Good Morning America," she instructed. "Okay?"

"Si, Jessica," nodded Lupe sullenly.

"Good. Now, stay out of trouble and I'll see you tonight," the redhead smiled
as she walked out of the door.

* * * * *

Lupe was bored. It had been six hours since Jessica left for the lab and she
was already tired of daytime television. Talkshows, in particular, confused
her as she could not understand why people would appear on national television
for the sole purpose of revealing what incredible idiots they were. And, when
she discovered the Talkshow Network, with it's reruns of Jenny Jones, Ricki
Lake, and Jerry Springer, among others, she was glad she had lived in the
sewers of Paris with Ophelia during the latter half of the 20th century.

So, when the doorbell rang, she practically jumped off the sofa to answer it.
However, just as her hand closed around the knob she remembered Jessica's
warning and looked out of the peephole.

She saw a young man wearing the familiar uniform of the local pizza place,
holding a pizza carrier.

"Spiffy Pizza," the man called out, nervously glancing out of Lupe's line of
sight.

"But, I didn't order a pizza," Lupe said loudly.

"It was ordered by a Miss Jessica Chance," the boy replied, reading the name
off of a slip of paper.

Thinking Jessi must have ordered it and was on her way home from the lab, Lupe
unlocked the door. But, before she could open it, it was kicked inward and a
woman with short, dark hair and even darker eyes grabbed the pizza from the
frightened man, who immediately ran off, and walked in.

Melanie nodded her head as she looked around her, the glittering eyes finally
settling on Lupe, who was just getting to her feet, after having been knocked
to her back when the door was kicked in.

"My oh my," Melanie whistled as Lupe stood to her full height of six feet.
"You're sure a tall drink of water. What do they call you, honey?"

"I am Lupe Bacalao, and you must be the one called Melanie Chaos," the
Spaniard said, tensing for an attack.

"I didn't name myself any more than your friend Jessica named herself, so
don't look at me like that, Miss 'Wolf Codfish,'" Melanie sneered, translating
Lupe's names from Spanish.

"Si, and Lupe also did not name herself, so we are all called by things we did
not choose ourselves," the taller woman agreed. "And yet, is it not strange
how the names fit so perfectly. Jessica, which in Hebrew means 'grace of God';
Melanie, which in Greek means 'darkness'; and Lupe, which, as you said, means
'wolf.'"

"Quite the linguist, aren't you?" Melanie commented, setting the pizza on the
coffee table in front of the sofa. "Got any beer to go with this pizza?" She
then removed the leather jacket and was obviously pleased when the Spaniard's
eyes were instantly drawn to her chest.

"Do you think I will just calmly sit and eat with you, Senorita Chaos, after
you have killed dozens of people in the past 72 hours?" Lupe exclaimed
incredulously, forcing herself to look the woman in the eyes.

"Listen, Codfish, my beef is with my sister, but if you insist on mixing it
up, instead of joining me for some delicious pizza--It's a carnivore's
delight: Pepperoni, sausage, beef, ham, black olives and extra cheese--well,
that's up to you," Melanie sighed, lifting the lid and inhaling deeply.

"Perhaps we can work things out with talk, instead of our fists," Lupe said
hopefully, thinking how pleased Jessica would be to come home and find that
her sister was ready to listen to reason. "I will get us some beer. Is Henry's
all right?" she asked, heading for the kitchen.

"Henry's is perfect," Melanie replied. She then quietly followed Lupe into the
kitchen and waited until she was bent over, retrieving the beer from the open
fridge, before kicking her in the ass and then slamming the heavy door on her
head.

Lupe toppled into the fridge, knocking the contents off the top shelf, and
then fell backwards, striking her head against the tile floor.

"Geez, you are one dumb cunt, you know that, Codfish?" Melanie sneered. She
plunged the heel of her boot into Lupe's crotch and ground it in hard. "The
mere fact that you're obviously a friend of my dear sister means that I can
use you to get to her." She suddenly dropped her knee across Lupe's throat and
snapped her head around with a right cross to her jaw. "For example, I could
kill you, knowing that your death would cause Jessica to blame herself for
leaving you alone here." Melanie stood up and, grabbing a handful of the
Spaniard's wild hair, hauled her to her feet and then punched her in the gut a
couple of times before slamming her head into one of the cupboards. "Or I
could use you as a bargaining chip, to make sure that sis didn't call in any
outside help." She yanked Lupe's head down, while bringing her own knee up at
the same time, crushing her windpipe. "Or I could just beat the shit out of
you because I really enjoy doing that sort of thing." She hurled the gagging
Spaniard away from her and into the dining room set, the back of one of the
chairs ramming painfully into her stomach. "And because I can use the workout
before the main event with Jessica."

Melanie walked over to where Lupe was struggling to her feet and threw a
vicious body punch to her lower back that practically knocked her off her
feet. She then looped an arm around her neck and kicked the back of her knees
out from under her, while at the same time jerking upwards on her throat. Lupe
gasped for breath and frantically tried to gain her feet so as to relieve the
pressure on her already sore neck, but Melanie backed up, dragging Lupe by her
throat and not allowing her to do so.

"Oh, no, you don't, Codfish," she scolded, feeling Lupe's body going limp.
"Playtime has just started; no sleeping yet." She released her hold on the
Spaniard and Lupe dropped to her back on the carpet, gagging as she tried to
suck air through her brutalized windpipe.

Melanie watched with obvious amusement and then stepped up and kicked her in
the ribs, flipping her over and onto her stomach. She then dropped down on
Lupe's back and, grabbing the Spaniard's arms and draping them over her knees,
locked her hands beneath Lupe's chin and pulled backward. Lupe's arms and legs
flailed helplessly and her spine felt as if it were breaking as Melanie leaned
back even farther.

Then, when Lupe felt sure that her back was about to snap in two, Melanie let
go and instead bent both of her arms painfully behind her back with one hand
and folded both her legs over her ass with the other.

While this combination was indeed painful, it did at least allow the Spaniard
to catch her breath. She was afraid, however, that was what Melanie had
intended, so as to prolong their play session.

Her fears were confirmed when Melanie maneuvered herself so that she was
sitting on Lupe's legs, which were still folded across her ass, freeing her
hand, which grabbed a handful of Lupe's hair and yanked her head backwards
sharply.

"For such a big girl you're not putting up much of a fight, Codfish," Melanie
observed, apparently annoyed that her dominance was so complete. "Better make
it interesting or I might just kill you and be done with it."

Having had a chance to recover somewhat, Lupe responded by suddenly kicking
out both legs, sending the dark haired woman flying backwards and into the
side of the couch. The Spaniard quickly sprang to her feet and charged at
Melanie, as she climbed a bit unsteadily to hers, knocking her backwards and
onto the sofa. With a howl of rage, Lupe leaped on top of her, driving her
knee into her foe's belly and pile-driving her fist into the side of her jaw.

But, Melanie was barely stunned by the attack and, bracing her feet against
the arm of the couch, pushed up and flipped Lupe off of her and nearly off of
the sofa itself. As it was, she landed on her stomach, draped over the arm of
the couch. Melanie quickly jumped up and landed with one leg on either side of
Lupe's head, the Spaniard's neck trapped between the escapee's powerful
thighs. Melanie grabbed Lupe's arms, bending them back at the shoulder, and
then stood up on her toes, squeezing her legs together and choking the taller
woman nearly to the point of unconsciousness.

"Well, it's pretty obvious that I've either caught you on a bad day or that
you're just not much of a scrapper, Codfish," Melanie sighed, settling back
down on the soles of her boots again and allowing the Spaniard to frantically
gulp air into her burning lungs. "Still, you were a pretty good playmate, and
I dearly want to see the look on my big sister's face when I kill you before
her very eyes, so I suppose I'll let you live, for the time being."

She stepped forward and Lupe's head dropped down and into the side of the
sofa, her entire body shaking as she coughed violently.

Then, a wide smile spread across Melanie's face and she turned around so that
she was facing the struggling Spaniard and then kicked her in the throat,
knocking her up and backwards. Lupe landed on her back on the couch and
Melanie was instantly astride her stomach, trapping the woman's arms with her
knees as her fists slammed into her breasts, flattening the magnificent tits
painfully.

"Hey, I only said that I wasn't going to kill you yet, not that playtime was
over," Melanie giggled, sliding the bodysuit off her shoulders and freeing her
own gorgeous breasts. As she scooted up until Lupe's face was beneath her
crotch, with only the drooping eyes and the top of her head visible, Melanie's
hands cupped her tits, massaging them gently as she worked her groin back and
forth over Lupe's face, the spandex of the body suit catching against her nose
and lips, working herself into an orgasm. Just before she climaxed, Melanie
reached down and tore the crotch out of the bodysuit, and then helped herself
to denouement with her fingers. Lupe was helpless as Melanie came all over her
face, choking on the jizz and sweat until the woman, with a slight moan of
absolute delight, toppled backwards, landing heavily on the Spaniard's
stomach.

Before Lupe could even take advantage of Melanie's ecstasy-induced exhaustion,
however, the dark haired woman savagely kicked her in the face, knocking her
out for the count.

* * * * *

Jessica was frustrated. She had been working non-stop on this problem for the
past eight hours and had apparently reached an impasse. Even though she had
finally broken down the lycanthropy virus to its basic genetic make-up, she
was unable to produce a compound which would neutralize its effects, or
effectively destroy the hardy germ. Something, some element that she was
unable to artificially reproduce was preventing her from coming up with the
promised cure.

She sighed and looked up from the computer screen and was alarmed to see that
it was nearly sunset.

She bolted from the lab and ran down the stairs to the parking garage, rather
than wait for the elevator, jumped into her Plymouth Sunburst, and raced to
her Georgetown apartment, managing to somehow arrive before the sun had
disappeared completely below the horizon.

She paused in her doorway, horrified at the scene in her apartment.

Melanie was lounging on the couch, watching a rerun of The Simpsons, smoking a
cigarette, eating the last of a Spiffy Pizza, and holding a large knife by the
tip of its blade. Her hair was short, nearly a GI buzz-cut, and she was
wearing one of Jessica's oversized T-shirts that the redhead used as a
nightgown. This one had the leering face of the Cheshire Cat and the words:
Oh, we're all mad here, I'm afraid.

Lupe was hanging from the wall behind the television set, held aloft by
several kitchen knives which had been driven through her hands and feet. She
was naked and had obviously lost a great deal of blood, judging from the gory
puddle on the carpet beneath her, but, Jessica was relieved to note, she was
still alive as her chest heaved irregularly and her breaths came in ragged
gasps. Sticking out of the wall all around her body was every other knife she
owned. Melanie had apparently been indulging in a bit of target practice.

"Glad you could finally make it, sis," Melanie giggled, turning to look at the
stunned redhead and grinding the cigarette out on the coffee table, in a pile
of its earlier companions. "Codfish and I were wondering when you'd show up.
You were right, Lupe, she did make it before sundown. I owe you a beer."

Jessica fought to control her rage and steady her voice, which presently
wanted to be screaming. "I like the haircut, Mel. Makes you look even
younger," Jessi said, walking in and standing to the side of the couch. She
began to remove her clothing, her bright eyes never leaving the hand holding
the knife.

"Yeah, that's what I was going for," the brunette snickered. "Trying to look
closer to my true age." She pretended to throw the knife at Lupe, but was
clearly not aiming to miss.

"Haven't enough people died in this little crusade of yours?" Jessica asked
quietly. "Drop the knife, Mel, or use it on me, if you want, but let me take
Lupe down and help her."

"You're so fucking noble you make me want to hurl, you know that, sis?"
Melanie shot back, sitting up suddenly. "Codfish is dead. Period. End of
story. Finito. Buh-bye. No discussion. Just make the funeral arrangements.
And, while you're at it, you might as well make your own."

"I beat you once, Mel, and I can beat you again, if it has to come to that,"
Jessi replied evenly, her eyes burning with unspoken fury. She was now wearing
only her undergarments, a red brassiere and panties. "You're going back to
prison, Mel, one way or another. You need help."

"Like Dr. Grazier tried to give me?" she sneered. "No, thank you. I can do
without that kind of help, thank you very much. He may have seemed like a
kindly, middle-aged doctor, sis, but the man was more of a sadist than I am.
He kept me chained to my bed and would regularly trick me into using my
psychic abilities just so he could shock me with enough electricity to make an
elephant sterile." She shuddered visibly at the memory of some of her
'treatment' sessions.

"I'm sure you're exaggerating, Melanie," Jessica began, moving to sit down on
the arm of the sofa.

"I AM NOT!!!" Melanie suddenly screamed, jumping to her feet and cocking her
arm to hurl the knife into Lupe's heart. "For the love of the Goddess, sis,
take off your fucking blinders and look at the world for once! See it for the
sick fucking mess it really is, and not this fallen paradise you imagine it to
be! It's full of rotten people who do awful things to one another and none of
them, not a single shit-eating one of them deserves any mercy!" Melanie
collapsed onto the couch, her dark eyes glistening both from rage and from
unshed tears.

"The world is what we make of it, Mel," Jessica said softly, easing onto the
sofa's arm. "And I know it's given you a raw deal. I promise this time that
I'll keep a closer eye on you and make sure that they're treating you
humanely."

"I don't fucking believe you, sis! Are you really that dense? Hello? I am not
going back to prison. Ever. I am going to kill you and Codfish and then I'm
going to look up Daddy-kins and see who I can kill for him," Melanie stated
matter-of-factly, twirling the blade on a fingertip. "That's my agenda for the
evening. Shall we get started?"

Jessica sighed, the disappointment apparent. "I suppose so," she replied,
suddenly swinging her legs around and knocking the knife away with one foot
and kicking Melanie in the cheek with the other.

"Nice opening move, sis," grinned Melanie, rocking back and lashing out with
her own feet, catching the redhead in the knee with one and on an arm with the
other. The brunette then rolled backward off the couch and stood up, arms
raised defensively.

"Yours was pretty pathetic," Jessi replied, casually reaching down and picking
up an olive from the pizza box and popping it into her mouth.

"What? Are you stalling until the cops, the FBI, and some of your fellow Aegis
Group operatives arrive?" Melanie demanded, cautiously circling around the
back of the sofa.

"No one is coming, Melanie. This is between you and I," Jessi stated. Then,
she looked up at Lupe. "Or, at least, I hoped it would be."

"Yeah, well, looks like Santa didn't bring that little item this year. There's
always next year, though," Melanie sneered, suddenly reaching down and
flipping the couch over, pinning the redhead between it and the coffee table.
"Or there would be, if you weren't going to be dead!" The brunette jumped up
on top of the couch, adding her own weight to that of the sofa, causing Jessi
to grunt in discomfort as the arm pressed painfully against her side, grinding
it into the table.

"You're awfully damn cocky for someone who got the beating of her life last
time we met, Mel," Jessica observed, bracing one arm against the floor and the
other against the table and rising up, knocking the brunette to the ground,
and then pushing the couch over and on top of her.

But, before Jessica could even get completely to her feet, Melanie had hurled
the sofa off of her and sent it crashing into the wall of the living room.
When she turned to face Jessica, however, the redhead tagged her with a
powerful left hook which nearly took her head off. As Melanie staggered to her
right, trying to maintain her balance, Jessica followed with a beautiful right
cross to her jaw that sent her reeling the other way again. Another left-right
combination left the brunette backpedalling for her life.

When Jessica stepped forward, right arm cocked to deliver what she felt sure
would be the knock-out blow, Melanie surprised her by falling to her back and
kicking out, burying both feet in the redhead's gut and sending her flying
backwards, crashing into the coffee table and leaving it nothing more than a
pile of debris.

Melanie rushed in and grabbed one of the broken table legs and nailed Jessi
across the mouth with it as she struggled into a sitting position. The redhead
toppled backwards and Melanie plunged the narrow end of the leg into her
belly, folding her body up and around the improvised weapon. A quick elbow to
the face by the brunette, however, not only crushed Jessi's nose but dropped
her onto her back again.

Melanie reached down and grabbed a handful of her red hair and forced her back
into a sitting position. "Not getting sleepy, are you, sis?" she giggled. "Is
it nap time already?"

Jessica's left fist suddenly shot around and connected solidly with the
brunette's chin, knocking her head over heels. "No, but I think someone
definitely needs a time-out!" she snarled, getting to her feet and rushing
over to the dazed escapee. She reached down and hauled her to her feet by the
back of her T-shirt and then drove the point of her knee sharply up and into
her tummy. At the same time, she brought her other elbow down hard on her
back, right between the shoulder blades. Melanie gasped and blood flew from
her mouth as the shirt was torn from her body, leaving her naked. Jessica,
without hesitating, swung her fist around in a magnificent uppercut that sent
the brunette sailing head over heels again, a sudden collision with the wall
prematurely stopping her momentum and leaving her resting on her head, her
feet draped inelegantly in front of her. "Like for about 50 years!"

Jessica walked over to see if there was any fight left in her and was again
caught off-guard when Melanie kicked upwards this time, catching the redhead
in the chin and knocking her to her back.

Melanie was on top of her in an instant, punishing her face with devastating
lefts and rights which quickly took the fight out of her. "Oh, no, sis, you're
the one who will be getting a time-out," she corrected, ripping the bra off
and aiming a few choice blows at Jessi's chest. "A permanent one!"

Giggling insanely, Melanie stood up and grabbed both of Jessica's ankles.
After pulling the panties free and stomping on her pussy a couple of times,
she flipped the redhead over onto her belly. She then stepped over her legs,
bending them back at the knees and completing the Boston Crab. Then, she
continued to step backward, savagely bending Jessi's spine, until she was
standing directly over her head. Melanie deliberately placed both feet on
Jessica's red hair and leaned back even farther.

"Remember how I told you last time I was going to snap your spine and make you
my personal rag doll?" Melanie asked with a foul chuckle. Jessica could only
groan in response as her back felt like it was on fire. "Well, here goes,
sis." With that, she allowed herself to fall to her back and Jessica's spine
made this awful crunch and her ass folded over until it was literally resting
on her back.

She screamed in agony and Melanie let go of her legs. But, instead of snapping
back, they just dropped down, one foot on either side of her head.

"YES!!!!" Melanie shouted, dropping to one knee and pumping a fist
triumphantly in the air.

Then, she heard an odd sound, like grass growing, but magnified thousands of
times.

Curious, she looked up at Lupe and was alarmed to see that dark hair was
growing all over the woman's body at an incredible rate. Before she could even
comprehend this amazing phenomenon, Lupe flexed her arms and legs, sending the
knives flying from her hands and feet, and dropped down onto the floor.
Melanie then saw that her face was also changing, the round nose elongating to
meet her equally lengthened lower jaw, even as her ears shot upward, ending in
tufted points and giving her features a definite canine cast, and a bushy tail
appeared between her legs.

She fixed baleful brown eyes on Melanie and then raised her head and howled an
awful, haunting, terrifying cry.

"What the fuck are you?" Melanie screamed, backing away as Lupe strode over to
where Jessica's broken body still lay.

"You really should have asked why Lupe's name was also so perfect for her,
Senorita Chaos," she snarled, gently folding Jessica's legs back over so that
they were stretched out behind her normally.

"You're a fucking werewolf!?" Melanie exclaimed, choking on the word.

"Si, and, luckily for you, so is Jessica, or I would kill you without a second
thought," Lupe assured her, her dark eyes lighting with rage.

Melanie opened her mouth to reply, but, when she saw reddish hairs sprouting
all over Jessica's arms, legs, and back, she found she was unable to force any
sound from her throat, other than a strangled gasp.

As the reddish hairs continued to grow, both women heard a strange sound, like
sandpiper scraping across rock or bone, and Lupe smiled when Jessica's legs
and arms began to move.

Melanie, on the other hand, was on the verge of fainting. Especially as she
watched a tail grow out of the base of Jessica's spine.

Jessica raised her now lupine head and sat up, her lips pulled back in a wide,
toothy grin. "How did you know?" she rasped out.

"Why else would we have made love last night, my friend? What other reason
could there be for your violation of Kendra's heart?" Lupe smiled, helping her
to her feet.

Jessica nodded and then both of them looked over at Melanie.

"I am fucking out of here!" the brunette cried, turning and racing for the
door.

But Lupe easily raced ahead of her and stopped her with a straight shot to her
face, knocking her backwards and into Jessica's waiting arms. The redhead
quickly looped her arms beneath those of Melanie in a full-nelson and Lupe
advanced, licking her lips hungrily.

"I do not think so, Senorita Chaos," she said, shaking her large head slowly.

"Oh, geez," Melanie gulped.

Lupe then let loose with a flurry of punches to her face, breasts, belly, and
crotch which continued until Melanie was barely conscious.

"Oh, no, senorita, no sleeping just yet," Lupe scolded, slapping her sharply
across her bruised and bloody face.

"You know, Lupe," Jessica suddenly said with a wide grin, "as eminently
slappable as that face of hers is, I've got a much better idea."

"You wouldn't dare!!" Melanie exclaimed, her dark eyes narrowing.

"But, Mel, my sweet little sister, your ass is so delightfully spankable that
I simply can't help myself," Jessi replied, a cruel glint in her emerald eyes.

The redhead released her hold and let Melanie drop to the floor on her
stomach. She then sat down on her back, just below the shoulder blades, and
began to spank the helpless woman on her bare ass.

"I'll get you for this, sis!" the brunette shrieked.

Lupe nodded and, a wide grin on her snout as well, sat down on the back of
Melanie's knees and proceeded to swat the brunette's lovely, round, and
quickly reddening, ass, too.

"And you, too, Codfish!" she screamed, frantically struggling beneath the two
women. "I'll have both of your fucking hides for this!"

As both women fell into an alternating rhythm, their blows got harder and
harder, until Melanie was bawling like the five year old she really was,
begging them to stop and promising to be good.

Jessica and Lupe paused, looked at each other, shook their heads, and said,
"Nah," at the same time. They then continued with the richly deserved, and
long overdue, punishment.

When both arms on both women were sore from the workout, and Melanie's
beautiful butt was practically glowing and slick with sweat and blood, Jessica
and Lupe both got up. Melanie simply lay on the floor, her sobbing reduced to
pathetic whimpers.

"She is still conscious, Jessica," Lupe observed, frowning.

"Well, we can't have that, now, can we?" Jessi replied. Lupe shook her head.
"I have an idea."

Jessica then reached down and easily flipped the softly moaning brunette over
onto her back and sat down on her face, pulling Lupe down to sit on Melanie's
lower stomach.

Jessica draped her arms lovingly over the Spaniard's shoulders and pulled her
close, nuzzling noses with her.

"How did it happen? You never bit me, and it's the saliva of a werewolf which
transmits lycanthropy," Jessica pointed out, wiggling her ass on Melanie's
face when she felt the brunette struggling a bit.

"True, but that night we first made love I literally covered your face with
saliva," Lupe reminded her, her own hands rising and fondling the redhead's
furry breasts. "Some of it was obviously absorbed by your bloodstream and you
are now as cursed as I am. I'm sorry, Jessica."

"Sorry? Are you kidding? You making me a werewolf saved my life, Lupe," she
grinned, pulling her close and doing the best she could to kiss her. "Thank
you, my friend."

"Lupe is curious about one thing, though," the brunette said slowly as the two
pulled away.

"What's that?" the redhead asked, giving Melanie's erect nipples a good hard
tweaking.

"Lupe knows that she doesn't become a full-clone wolf because of this charm
that was given to her by an old Gypsy woman many years ago," she said,
indicating the golden wolf's head suspended from her throat by a thick chain.
"But that doesn't explain why your transportation wasn't complete."

"It must be because of my unique genetic makeup," Jessica shrugged, tightening
her thighs around Mel's head to drown out the screams and sobs while she
continued to work over her red, sore breasts. "I guess the lycanthropy virus
isn't as potent in my case. Not that I have the slightest intention of
remaining a werewolf, you understand."

Lupe's response was to gently force Jessica backward, off of Melanie's face,
until she was seated on the barely conscious brunette's face herself and then
lean over and place her snout in Jessi's exposed pussy.

The redhead moaned with delight and then got up onto her knees and leaned
forward, her hands caressing Lupe's ass and pressing the cheeks tightly around
Melanie's face, until the brunette had passed out.

Then, Jessica stood up, drawing Lupe's face up to her own and licking it
affectionately. She then took the Spaniard's hand and started to lead her to
the bedroom.

"What about Melanie?" Lupe asked, glancing back at the unconscious woman.

"Let her get her own werewolf to make love to," Jessi replied with a laugh.

"And what about Kendra?" Lupe asked in a much more serious tone.

"I may have been able to curb the lust for blood which came with the
transformation, Lupe," the redhead said with a toothy smile, "but there are
simply some appetites which even I can't fight against."

Lupe grinned and, after they had paused to securely bind the brunette with her
own silver chain, made their way to the bedroom.

"You know, Jessica," Lupe said as they climbed into bed, "we will be in this
form until sunrise two days from now." Jessica nodded, her hands exploring
Lupe's furry curves. "Well, we can hardly take Melanie in like this."

"Guess we'll have our own private playmate for a while," Jessi grinned,
lowering her mouth to Lupe's pussy.

* * * * *

General Armitage Winsome was not in the best of moods. Melanie was back in
prison, this time under the direct supervision of a doctor hand-picked by
Jessica, and a woman to boot. As if that weren't bad enough, the woman kept
pestering him, urging him to visit Melanie, to at least acknowledge her by
sending a letter or even an e-mail.

And, to make matters worse, Egan McMasters had also sent him warnings that if
Jessica weren't soon dealt with, the terrorist would reveal what he knew of
the attacks which had swept across America nearly nine years ago and that
would surely result in Winsome being shot for treason.

Then, as he was leaving for home one evening, he received yet another call
from that annoying doctor.

"Should I tell her you've already left for the day, General?" his assistant
suggested, knowing how much he disliked talking to the woman.

For a moment he considered having her do so, but something told him to talk to
her this time, some old soldier's instinct which seemed to kick in whenever he
found himself cornered. It had saved his life more than once in the past and
he dared not ignore it now.

"No, put her through, Sandy, and then you can go home," he said to the
intercom.

"Very well. Good night, General," the woman said, a bit puzzled. But, she had
worked for the General long enough to know better than to try to second-guess
him.

"Dr. Nagusame, how pleasant to hear from you again," Winsome said upon hearing
the click which indicated the call had been forwarded.

"Thank you, General Winsome. However, if you really feel that way, I am left
wondering why you usually avoid me." The voice held the barest trace of a
Japanese accent.

"Now, doctor, I am a very busy man, remember. What can I do for you this
evening? How is Melanie doing?" he added suddenly.

"Not too well, I'm afraid. She absolutely refuses to cooperate, won't eat, and
has to be restrained and drugged to prevent her from hurting herself in her
efforts to escape."

"I see. And how do you think I can help her?" he asked, wondering what was so
different this time, why she was frantically, and obviously, trying to escape,
instead of playing along and biding her time.

"She demands to see you. She insists that once she has had the opportunity to
talk to you in private, she will behave herself. Would it be possible for you
to--"

"I'll be there in less than an hour," he said, cutting her off. "I look
forward to finally meeting you face-to-face, doctor." He stabbed at the
intercom, severing the connection, and then called down for his limousine,
informing the driver that they would not be heading straight home as
originally planned.

The End

(For now)

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