Livin' La Vida Lupe, Part II
By Autolycus, maynlinz@earthlink.net
A genetically altered female werewolf gets a long overdue makeover.


A SPANISH WEREWOLF IN HOLLYWOOD IV:

LIVIN' LA VIDA LUPE

Part II

(c) 1999 Autolycus

Her name is Lupe Bacalao and she is a werewolf...sort of. She is currently the
houseguest of Dr. Cassandra Trotter, an old friend and former teacher of
Jessica Chance who runs a consulting business and writes mystery novels. The
good doctor's daughter, LAPD Officer Saba Trotter, disapproves of her mother's
businesses--She runs a "fight club" in addition to the consulting firm--and of
Lupe, personally, but will nevertheless help them out. This is the story of
the time Jessica tried to cure her lycanthropy for the second time and Simone
gave her a long overdue makeover.

What has gone before:

Vixen discovered that Erishkigal would be taking over and transforming her
body every night. She also learned that the Goddess has to do "good deeds" as
part of her deal to regain the good graces of the other Gods and they decide
the best way to do that, and allow Vixen to retain her own identity, is to
become the super heroine NightFox. That evening, on their way to a bar so Eri
can relieve her sexual tension, they encountered and barely managed to defeat
Czysty, a vengeance demon sent to kill her and collect her blood for Lilith.

Meanwhile, Lupe is spending the night with Simone in her wolf form after the
actress ran off the two hunters from the previous night when they tried again
to kill Lupe.

For Ana

Pandora looked up when the door opened and then rushed over when she saw the
condition her friend was in. "Vixen! What the heck happened to you, girl? You
look like you've been in a war!" she exclaimed, helping her to the couch and
easing her down into it.

"You should see the other guy," Eri replied with a chuckle, quickly followed
by a groan. "Ow."

"Sit tight and I'll get the first aid kit," she instructed, heading for the
bathroom. "I thought you told me that Nazif was dead? Don't tell me that crazy
bitch sent another demon after you!"

"Yeah, but this one is history, too. I'm going to pay Ms. Kahira a visit
tomorrow and set her straight so it doesn't happen again, though," Eri
informed her, doing her best to soothe her aches and pains.

"I thought the doc said to keep away from her?" Pandora questioned, returning
with an armful of medical supplies. She dumped them on the couch next to her
friend and grimaced when she saw the bruises and cuts. "This one must have
been tougher than Nazif, or he caught you on a bad night." She laughed and
then suddenly froze as she started to apply some Bactine to her arm. "Hey,
this isn't your arm..."

I told you we'd have to at least tell her, Vixen said in Eri's head.

"I suppose you're right," the Goddess sighed.

"I know I'm right!" Pandora said forcefully. "You're not this ripped, Vik. And
these definitely aren't your tits! What gives?"

"It's like this, Catherine..." Erishkigal began and then proceeded to tell her
about the whole bonding thing and what had happened last night and tonight as
the other woman continued to work on her injuries. "So we're trusting you, and
you alone, Catherine, with our secret. You can't tell anyone else. Not Dr.
Trotter, not Simone, not even Lupe. Understand?"

Pandora nodded and cocked her head, looking deeply into Eri's eyes. "Are you
really in there, Vik?" she asked.

Eri sighed. "She's really in there."

Pandora ran a finger along Eri's chest, lazily circling a nipple that stuck
out in high relief through her torn blouse. "And this body belongs to the
Goddess, Emish-what's-her-name, right?"

"It belongs to both of us, but, while my essence is dominant, it takes on this
particular form. Why?" Eri asked as the younger woman's other hand reached
over and began to stroke her muscular thigh.

Vixen was afraid she already knew the answer. Oh, no. No way! Absolutely not.
I forbid it, Eri. Do you hear me? I definitely forbid it!

"I've always wanted to make love to Vixen," she confessed, running her tongue
across her upper teeth. "And, now that she's got this way cut bod, I want to
even more."

"Vixen isn't too crazy about that idea," Eri said, placing a hand on top of
the hand on her thigh.

"Can she stop you?" Pandora asked, cupping a breast and squeezing it.

"No, but you're the one who'll have to deal with her in the morning, not me,"
the Goddess replied with a grin.

"Come on, Vik. It's not like it's really you I'd be making love to. And this
way we both get to live out our fantasies," Pandora said with a mischievous
grin.

You bitch! You read my diary, didn't you?

Eri's eyes lit up. "Did you read her diary?"

Pandora nodded. "So, since I know you want this, too, why not go for it?"

If I'm just too creeped out to live with myself afterwards, can you do that
memory-wipe thing?

"Yeah, I can do that, but I doubt Catherine will want to lose the memory. And
I doubt you will, either," Eri said with a grin even more mischievous than
Pandora's.

But you can do it if I want you to, right?

"Right," Eri nodded, smiling at Pandora and winking.

I saw that! Oh, okay, what the Hell. Go for it, but be sure it's a night to
remember.

"You don't need to worry about that. I've been waiting over two thousand years
for this. Believe me, it will be memorable," Eri said as her clothing vanished
in a puff of sparkles. She then helped Pandora remove her clothes the old
fashioned way, doing so slowly, lovingly caressing the younger woman's body as
she did.

Eri lay back, pulling Pandora on top of her, and kissed her gently, letting
their lips explore each other before the tongues moved in and caressed first
the teeth and then the inner recesses of each other's mouths. While this was
happening, both sets of hands were fondling the breasts of her partner,
rubbing the nipples against each other and playfully clutching the surrounding
flesh. Meanwhile, their legs had wrapped around each other, pressing their
sexes together and causing the pleasure pearls to emerge and stroke against
each other.

Suddenly, Eri flipped Pandora underneath her and began to grind her pelvis
into the younger woman's, causing her to shudder with ecstasy and bite her
quivering lower lip. "You like that?" the Goddess asked, pushing down harder
and gyrating faster. Pandora's only response was to squeal with delight and
close her hands tightly around Eri's tits. "Good. But this is happening too
fast. I want it to last until sunrise," Erishkigal said, gradually slowing her
movements. She lowered her head and began to suck on Pandora's breasts.

"Don't you worry about that, Eri, I can go all night long...and then some,"
Pandora assured her, running her fingers down her chest and stomach, "with the
right partner." She then slid the fingers of one hand into the moistened lower
lips of the Goddess as her other hand moved back up and caressed the taut
abdominals.

Now it was the Goddess' turn to shudder with delight as the younger woman
expertly fingered her pussy while her thumb massaged the exposed clitoris. Eri
bit down on the nipple in her mouth and Pandora gasped and then reached up and
grabbed hold of one of Eri's nipples and gave it a good tweaking. The Goddess'
body rippled with pleasure and she moaned in rapturous joy when the hand moved
to her waiting mouth and she began to suck on the fingers.

I had no idea you were this amazing, Pandy...

"Where were you two thousand years ago, Catherine?" Eri asked with a laugh as
the fingers were removed only to grab a handful of her dark hair and suddenly
pull her face down. Catherine kissed her hard on the mouth, driving her tongue
deep inside as her other fingers finally worked Eri's clitoris to the first of
many climaxes that night.

* * * * *

Simone awoke with a jerk when the alarm went off, startling the wolf next to
her. "It's okay, Lupe," she said, switching it off and rubbing the sleep from
her eyes. "But we've gotta get you downstairs before the sun comes up." She
ran her fingers through the wolf's luxurious coat and let her nails glide
across the skin beneath it, causing the wolf to whimper with pleasure and its
tail to wag excitedly.

"Come on, girl. We don't have as much time as I thought," she said, stepping
onto the floor and looking at the pink sky out her window. She patted her leg
and the wolf obediently jumped down off the bed and followed her downstairs.
But when Simone started down the stairs of the wine cellar, the wolf stopped
and sat on its haunches at the top of the stairs, cocking its head and
regarding her with soulful, dark eyes.

"It's only for a minute, baby, I promise. Come on, girl," she said, standing
at the foot of the steps and gesturing for the wolf to come down to her.
Reluctantly, the wolf started down the stairs, pausing halfway and sniffing
the air curiously before continuing to the bottom. "Good girl, Lupe," Simone
smiled, patting its neck and scratching it behind the ears. Then, she saw that
the transformation was beginning and she snapped the handcuffs on and then
raced up the stairs and slammed the door closed before the wolf knew what she
was doing.

A few minutes later, Simone heard Lupe calling her and she waited another
minute before opening the door and embracing the Spaniard.

"Did you have any trouble?" Lupe asked, pulling back and looking into Simone's
blue eyes as the actress removed the silver handcuffs.

"None at all. Matisse won't be here for another hour, what do you say we go
upstairs and work up an appetite?" she smiled, waggling her eyebrows
suggestively.

Lupe laughed and then said, "Lead the way, querida. Lupe feels like she could
make love to you all day long."

"We'll see about that," grinned Simone, affectionately squeezing her ass as
they headed for the stairs.

* * * * *

Vixen opened her eyes and found herself nose to nose with Pandora, who was
lying on top of her, naked and fast asleep.

Well, do you want me to wipe the memory? Erishkigal asked with an obvious
smirk in her voice.

Not bothering to answer, she carefully slid out from underneath her friend and
padded into the bathroom. She grimaced when she saw how cut up and black and
blue her body was in the mirror and turned the water on in the shower. Then,
after relieving herself, she climbed into the shower, letting the warm water
relax her aching muscles.

I'm sorry about the soreness and the bruises, Vixen. As my power grows I'll be
able to fully heal our body before you take over in the morning.

Vixen nodded and washed the soap from her body, noting how different it was
from the one that had made love to Pandora all night. Then, she was startled
when a hand caressed her back and a familiar pair of lips kissed the nape of
her neck.

"Good morning," Pandora said, wrapping her arms around Vixen's middle and
hugging her tightly.

Vixen pulled away. "I can't do this, Pandy. Not now. Not when it's me in
control. Not yet," she said, stepping out of the shower and grabbing a couple
of towels before running to her room and closing the door.

Pandora quickly followed her. "Can't we at least talk about this, Vik?" she
called from the other side of the door.

"Why? What's there to talk about? This isn't the same body you made love to.
And I'm not the same person. Just wait until tonight if you want a replay,"
she replied, her voice cracking as she struggled not to cry.

"Come on, Vixen, even if that's true, it doesn't mean we can't-" she began.

The door suddenly opened and Vixen stood there, a towel wrapped around her,
but still glistening with water droplets. "Yes, Pandora, it does. Now just
drop it and get ready or you'll be late for work," she said sternly.

Vixen, I'm sorry. If you want me to, I'll erase the memory from both of your
consciousnesses...

"No, I want to remember. I want Pandora to remember. I just don't want to do
it myself. Maybe later, once I've had time to let my brain get a hold of
what's happened. But not now," she said, favoring her roommate with a tender
smile and laying a hand gently on her cheek. "Okay?"

Pandora nodded and Erishkigal said quietly, Of course.

* * * * *

Lilith Kahira knew that she was in for some bad news when she saw the look on
her Personal Assistant's face as she exited her private elevator. "What is it,
Pam?" she asked pointedly, placing her hands on her slender hips.

"Cyzsty's dead, boss. I saw it on the late news. Someone even got it on
video," she replied, bracing for the inevitable angry explosion.

But Lilith surprised her (and maybe even herself) by simply inhaling deeply
and closing her eyes. "I assume the video is already loaded on my computer,
available for viewing," she said, opening her dark eyes and fixing them on Pam
Dunn. The younger woman nodded quickly, still waiting for the outburst.
"Excellent work as always, darling. Hold my calls until further notice," she
said quietly as she gathered her messages and entered her suite.

Once the double doors had closed behind her, she was sorely tempted to toss
her papers and briefcase across the room, but once more stopped and breathed
deeply in and out until she could open her eyes without seeing a red haze of
fury covering everything. She then walked over to her desk and calmly reviewed
the video footage several times before buzzing Pam.

"Yeah, boss?"

"Did you notice anything odd about the tape, darling?"

"You know me, boss, I'll never get used to your more eccentric contacts, but,
now that you mention it, he did seem smaller than last time."

"Exactly. Thank you, dear, for confirming my own suspicions."

"Suspicions, boss?"

"He underestimated her, probably because she had bonded so recently. And I
have been underestimating her as well. Brute strength isn't the key to
defeating the Queen of the Underworld..." Her voice trailed off and Pam
wondered if she should say anything, but decided to remain quiet and let her
think. "Contact Miss Marit Ren," she said finally. "Her number should be in my
special file."

"Sure, boss...er, maybe I should wait on that call until after you've seen
your visitor?"

"Visitor?" Lili glanced over at the monitor that displayed the front office
and her silky eyebrows raised in astonishment. "Yes, darling, maybe you'd
better. Send Ms. Tucker in."

"She'll see..." Pam's voice trailed off since she had already barged past her
and into Lilith's office.

"Ms. Tucker. Delightful to finally meet you," Lilith said, rising and
extending her hand.

"Forget the plastic pleasantries, Kahira," snarled Vixen, storming over to her
desk. "I'm here to tell you once and for all to call off your dogs or the next
one who gets a knife through their throat will be you! Understand?"

Lilith scowled, but there was a definite malicious glee to it. "Of course,
darling. But, just so we understand each other, I know that during the day
you're just that pathetic twit who calls herself Vixen. It's only after the
sun sets that you can call upon Erishkigal's powers, right?"

"I might surprise you," Vixen said guardedly.

Lilith seemed to consider this for a few minutes. "You might at that, Ms.
Tucker. Goddess knows you have so far. All right, maybe we can come to some
mutually beneficial arrangement. I want your blood. Until now I've been trying
to get it through force. That obviously hasn't worked. So it's time to try
another tactic. I'll give you one million dollars for a liter of your blood,
Ms. Tucker. That will hardly cause you any serious discomfort, will it?"

"I suppose not," Vixen replied slowly. "But what good will it do you? Eri will
still be inside me, not you, no matter how much of my blood you remove."

"Very true, Ms. Tucker, so what's the downside to my deal? You get a million
tax-free dollars and I get a liter of genuine Goddess' blood. What do you
say?"

I don't trust her, Vixen, Erishkigal said urgently inside her head. She might
not be able to extract me from you, but she might be able to control me, even
while I'm still inside you. Sakhmet was no pushover in her day and I've no
doubt she's only grown more powerful over the millennia. Who knows what she
could do with my blood!

"No deal, Kahira," Vixen said, locking her blue eyes with the dark ones of the
older woman.

Lilith chuckled. "You hero types are so predictable. You always insist on
doing things the hard way." She reached over and pushed a button on the panel
of her desk.

"Yes, Ms. Kahira?"

"Zaynah, dear, I have a problem I need you to attend to. Can you come up to my
office?"

"On my way, Ma'am."

"And you think I'm just gonna wait here?!" Vixen exclaimed, turning and
running for the doors.

"I think you have no choice," Lilith sneered, pushing another button which
caused the doors to slam shut and lock. "Did you really think you could just
come in here and threaten me? Without any powers besides your own pathetic
fighting abilities? Having a Goddess inside you has addled your brains, girl."

"And if you think I actually came here alone, you're more delusional than
Simone said!" Vixen returned, grinning fiercely.

Before Lilith could reply the doors flew open and the tall form of her
chauffeur/bodyguard flew into the office, skidded across the tile floor, and
crashed into her desk. She didn't get up and the blackness around her right
eye and the puffiness of her lower lip indicated that she probably wouldn't be
for quite a while.

"Hey, Lili, long time no see," smiled Simone, walking in and putting her arm
around Vixen's shoulder. "You okay, kid?"

"Never better," Vixen assured her with a broad smile.

"Ah, Senorita Kahira, it seems that you didn't learn from your last beating,
as Lupe predicted," Lupe said, entering the office and rubbing her knuckles.
"Are you ready for another?"

"Keep away from me!" screamed Lilith, doing her best to keep the desk between
herself and the big Spaniard. "Pam! Call security and tell them to shoot to
kill!"

"They're on their way, boss," the assistant called from the front office.

"Don't worry, Lili, we're just here to pick up our friend. You'll have to wait
for another day to get the beating you deserve from me," Simone said, blowing
her a kiss.

"It was a real pleasure to meet you, Ms. Kahira," Vixen said as the three of
them headed for the elevator. "Eri can't wait to make your acquaintance
personally, if you catch my drift."

"Perhaps you should hire a better class of assassins," Lupe said, gesturing to
the unconscious blonde at the foot of her desk. "Until next time, senorita."

The three women reached the elevator just as the door opened and half a dozen
armed security agents rushed out and surrounded them. Simone looked back and
winked at Lilith who ground her teeth in fury and managed to choke out, "It's
all right. Just see that they leave the building and don't return. Ever."

"Yes, Ma'am," said one of the agents, saluting crisply.

Once the elevator doors closed, Pam asked quietly, "Um, do you want me to make
that call now, boss?"

Lilith's reply was to scream and throw her papers all around the office, kick
her chair over, climb on her desk and jump up and down on it until she had
smashed all the monitors and destroyed the keyboard and control panels, and
finally lay on the floor and kick her legs and pound her fists in a tantrum
worthy of a three year old.

"I'll take that as a 'no'," Pam said, pushing the button that closed the
office doors.

* * * * *

"That was great!" Vixen exclaimed, climbing into Simone's Porsche.

"It was fun, but I wonder how effective it was in seeing to it that Lili
leaves you alone for a while at least," Simone said thoughtfully, gunning the
engine to life and entering the early morning traffic flow.

"If Lupe knows that one, it will only stop her for a short time. She is not
the kind to forgive and forget. Or to give up easily," the Spaniard sighed.

"Where can we drop you, Vixen?" Simone asked, weaving in and out of cars at
her usual breakneck pace.

"Anywhere on Rodeo Drive, I need to do some shopping," she answered.

And you also hope you'll run into Cal again, Eri snickered.

Vixen blushed, but, thankfully, Lupe and Simone didn't notice it.

"When are you going to let me take you shopping, Lupe?" Simone asked, looking
disdainfully at the Spaniard's cut-off T-shirt and shorts combination that she
wore almost every day. "It's time you had a fullscale makeover, you know."

Lupe laughed and held up her hands. "I like these clothes, querida. They're
comfortable. Besides, Lupe knows she looks good in whatever she wears, so why
draw attention away from herself." She winked at Vixen and all three burst out
laughing.

"One of these days, Lupe..." Simone warned, turning onto Rodeo Drive.

* * * * *

The next few days were largely uneventful, apart from Dr. Norwood winning the
Presidency, which came as a shock to no one who had followed Campaign 2012,
however infrequently. Then Jessica Chance arrived and related the sad news of
Kendra's and Myrna's murders and discovered that her supposed cure for Lupe's
lycanthropy had disastrously backfired. She spent several days in the Aegis
Group's LA lab, working tirelessly until she was sure she'd created a real
antidote and then excitedly brought her friend in to test it.

Lupe was a bit nervous about trying this new serum, though.

"Can it be any worse?" the redhead questioned, holding the syringe out and
waiting for the Spaniard to present her arm.

"That's what I said last time...and it was. Perhaps Lupe should just keep
things the way they are. Being locked up every night isn't so bad, Jessica,
it's not like I even remember it," she pointed out.

"Think of the troubles it will cause if you travel or wind up in jail for some
reason, though. I'm doing this for your own good, Lupe," she reminded her.

Lupe sighed and held out her arm.

Jessica injected her with the serum and then, after drawing some blood and
examining it under a microscope, shook her head.

"What?" Lupe asked, not liking that one little bit.

"It's changed, but it's not gone. I don't understand it, Lupe. I've replicated
Stark's blood down to the last chromosome and it still hasn't cured you."

"Lupe keeps trying to tell you, Jessica, that it's a curse, not a medical
conditioner. Science alone cannot cure me," she said half-jokingly.

"I'm beginning to think you might be right," the redhead sighed. "We'd better
get back to Cassie's, just to be safe; it's nearly sunset."

Lupe nodded and put her arm around her friend as they walked back to the car
and said, "Don't feel badly, my friend, no matter what happens. You did your
best and that is all anyone, even a super woman like you, can do."

They made it back to the doctor's place just as the sun was setting and found
Simone and Cassandra waiting for them, handcuffs ready.

"Did it work?" Simone asked anxiously, hugging Lupe and looking for some sign
of the impending change.

"We'll know soon enough," Jessica shrugged, exchanging a worried look with Dr.
Trotter.

A few minutes later they were all standing in the dark, smiling.

"A real bed! Lupe gets to sleep in a real bed tonight!" the Spaniard
exclaimed, throwing her arms around Simone and laughing.

"Correction: My bed," Simone said with a lusty grin.

But Lupe shook her head and, releasing the actress, embraced Jessica. "No,
querida, tonight Lupe will be sharing Jessica's bed. If she wants me to."

"I don't want to cause any trouble between you and Simone," the redhead said.

"I understand, you two have history. It's cool. I get you tomorrow night,
though," she said, playfully pinching Lupe's rear.

"Definitely," Lupe smiled.

After the four of them had enjoyed a delicious dinner at Simone's favorite
restaurant, the actress returned to her home and Cassandra headed for the club
to see how things were going for the new manager, leaving Lupe and Jessica
alone.

Sure, they'd been alone before since the redhead had arrived almost a week
ago, but never at night, for obvious reasons, and never with the opportunity
to do more than talk. Which they had. But the desire was bubbling below the
surface and both women were eager to see if the connection was still there.

Lupe crawled into bed and lay there, naked and alluring as ever, waiting for
Jessica to join her. "Is anything the matter, my friend?" she asked.

"Only everything," the redhead replied softly, joining her and wrapping her
arms around the big Spaniard.

"I understand, querida. Just relax and let Lupe hold you. We won't do anything
you don't want to do," she promised, kissing her forehead and pulling her
close.

Jessica snuggled in tight and tentatively caressed the Spaniard's thighs,
enjoying the feel of another woman's flesh against hers for the first time in
weeks. Then, one of Lupe's hands moved up and cupped a breast, sending a wave
of delight through the redhead as she teased and squeezed it.

"Is that all right?" Lupe asked quietly.

"It's perfect," Jessica smiled, grabbing Lupe's other hand and kissing it. She
then sucked on each of the fingers before releasing it. "Perfect."

Lupe nodded and began to nuzzle the back of Jessica's neck as her other hand
joined the first in attending to the redhead's breasts. For her part,
Jessica's arms reached back and roamed across the back and ass of the
Spaniard, the tips of her fingers lightly brushing the bronzed flesh and
causing Lupe to shudder with pleasure when she touched a particularly
receptive spot.

They explored each other in silence for the better part of an hour, eventually
turning to face one another and engaging in deep, satisfying kisses that left
all twenty of their toes curled with pleasure before Jessica guided Lupe's
hand down her stomach, which was slick and glistening with sweat and the
Spaniard's saliva, to her thatch of red pubic hair.

"You're sure?" Lupe asked, pulling back to look into the green eyes of her
friend. Jessi nodded her head and the Spaniard kissed her sweetly on the
eyelids and slid her fingers into the moist lips of the redhead's vagina.

Suddenly, Jessica's mind was filled with visions of Horst raping her and of
waking up in her own body and finding herself with the General's penis inside
her and she screamed and yanked Lupe's hand away. "I can't, Lupe! I just can't
get those awful pictures out of my head!" she sobbed, hugging the other woman
tightly. "I feel them when you touch me. I feel them when I touch me!"

"Shhh, it's all right, querida. Lupe is here and she won't let anything happen
to you. Relax. It will take time, my friend, but mark Lupe's words, one day
you'll wake up and not think about them at all," she whispered, holding her
close and gently stroking her hair. She was glad the redhead was too upset to
notice the worried look in her dark eyes.

The next day was spent sight-seeing around LA--Something which Lupe had failed
to do until that point and which she enjoyed immensely. Simone acted as tour
guide and, while Dr. Trotter and Lupe ran rampant in the downtown shops, she
and Jessica took the opportunity to talk and get to know each other.

"I'm not trying to come between you two," both women said at the same time as
they sat down on one of the benches on Rodeo Drive. They laughed at that.

"Really," said the redhead quickly, "I can see you and Lupe have something
real at least starting between you, and the last thing I want to do is
interfere with her happiness."

"But you do love her, don't you?" Simone pressed, taking one of Jessica's
hands in hers.

The redhead nodded. "But I can't make love to her, or anyone else--Not until I
get some problems worked out--and Lupe needs to be made love to. She deserves
someone who will make her happy."

"I think you're underestimating her love for you, Jessica, but I respect your
decision. Especially since it pretty much opens the way for me to solidify our
own relationship," the actress replied.

"What do you want from her, Simone?" Jessi suddenly asked, her own grip on the
brunette's hands tightening.

"Want? I don't suppose I want anything, except her love and trust and respect.
She hasn't got any money or power or pull with a big studio, and those are the
only other things I want," she added with a chuckle.

Jessica nodded and smiled. "Just try your best not to hurt her, okay?"

"I will take very good care of her. I promise."

"I know you will," the redhead said. Much better than I could ever hope to,
she said to herself.

After the shopping the Spaniard surprised and disappointed Simone by deciding
to stay with Jessica again, despite the redhead's urgings for her to go home
with the actress. But Lupe refused, bluntly and without much explanation, and
Simone left alone, feeling hurt and confused.

That night Lupe and Jessica shared a bed, but that was about it, apart from
some kissing and snuggling. Neither woman seemed eager to try anything further
and they both fell asleep in each other's arms, but their sleep was anything
but restful as both were haunted by strange dreams that caused them to toss
and turn all night long.

* * * * *

The next day Jessica announced she was leaving for the Mojave Desert to check
out a cult General Winsome had been interested in before his death, with the
understanding that she'd return to LA before heading back to DC to see how
Lupe was doing and if she wanted to accompany her.

"I'd like to stay until the full moon, Lupe, but..." the redhead began.

"I understand, Jessica. You have a job to do. Lupe will be fine here, until
you return. Don't worry, querida," the brunette smiled, hugging her tightly.

"Sorry, but I'm afraid worrying about you has become a habit with me, Lupe.
One I can't seem to break," Jessica said, softly crying into her friend's
shoulder.

Before Lupe could add anything further, she pulled back and quickly hugged Dr.
Trotter. "Take care of yourself, Cassandra. And keep an eye on Lupe for me."

"I will, Jessica. Hurry back, dear."

Jessica nodded and then fairly raced over to her rented car and jumped in. A
moment later and she was gone.

"You really should have told her about the new development, Lupe," Dr. Trotter
scolded, turning to the Spaniard.

Lupe's eyes widened in surprise. "I never...How did you know?" she asked.

"I'm a mother, Lupe. And, even though I might not be your mother, you can't
hide anything from me. You would do well to remember that," she added with a
smile. "Why didn't you tell her?"

Lupe shrugged and the two women walked inside. "I'm not even sure myself, Dr.
Gripper. It's only a feeling. I felt as if I was about to transform when
Jessica and I were...together that first night, but she halted our lovemaking
so abruptly that I never got to be sure. Then, I was very careful not to get
too excited about anything, for fear that that was what triggered the almost
change."

"So I noticed. But, Lupe dear, don't you think it would be best to find out
one way or the other. The full moon is only ten days from now and who knows
what will happen then. Now, don't you think you'd better call Simone? You at
least owe her an explanation."

Lupe nodded and phoned the actress and tried to explain why she had felt it
necessary to do what she'd done. "Can you forgive me?" she asked after she'd
finished.

"I don't know...it all depends on how good you are at making me remember why I
adore you tonight," Simone said with a coy smile.

"I don't think you'll be disappointed, querida," Lupe grinned.

"We'll see in a few hours, won't we?" Simone laughed and hung up.

She came and picked Lupe up an hour later and, after a short visit with
Cassandra, the two of them drove back to her mansion.

Matisse was conspicuously absent when they arrived and Simone shrugged
innocently, mumbling that the French girl had asked for the night off to visit
a friend or something.

"How convenient," Lupe mused as they entered the big house.

*****

After a magnificent dinner, which Simone prepared and served herself--Causing
Lupe to exclaim, "And you cook, too?! Ah, querida, will you marry Lupe?"
(While Jessica was an accomplished cook, too, she preferred to eat out or
order in and had never made a meal for the Spaniard during the time they lived
together)--the pair snuggled up in a big couch and watched the sun go down
together (and alone) for the first time since they'd met.

"Lupe can't recall the last time she enjoyed a sunset so much, Simone," she
whispered as the last of the red streaks faded from view. "Thank you."

"Anytime, love. Sunsets are my specialty," replied the actress with a grin.

"Oh? Lupe was hoping you had other specialties..." she said slyly.

"I never said that sunsets were my only specialty," Simone said quickly. "Come
on upstairs and I'll show you."

Lupe smiled and scooped her up into her arms and practically raced up the
winding staircase and into her bedroom. She laid her gently on the enormous
bed and then, before joining her, said in a very earnest voice, "I just want
to remind you what we talked about this afternoon, querida. There's a very
good chance that I'll change if we make love. But into what, I don't know.
Still want to risk it?"

"Definitely. I know you would never hurt me, Lupe. No matter what form you're
in, be it woman, wolf, or something that is both and neither at the same time.
Your form doesn't matter, you nut, it's what's inside. And I know as sure as
I'm sitting here that your soul would never hurt me. Trust me."

Lupe smiled and crawled into bed with her, unsure what to expect, but no
longer afraid of whatever should happen.

* * * * *

Two familiar figures made their way up the stairs and silently entered
Simone's master bedroom. Alec gestured to the two forms beneath the heavy
covers and trained the laser sight on them and quickly fired off a half dozen
shots, sending goose feathers into the air as the comforter was torn open by
the silver bullets.

"Are they dead?" Niklos hissed beside her.

"I wouldn't take any bets on it!" shouted Simone, springing from behind the
closet door and kicking the gun from Alec's startled hand.

A moment later a furry form scrambled from behind the main door and sent
Katharos sprawling. He looked up in terror at a figure that was definitely
female, but covered with brown fur and sprouting a bushy tail. "I thought you
said she wouldn't change until the full moon?!" he yelped as he backed away.

"I don't get it, you didn't change last night..." Alec said, shaking her head
and fixing bright blue eyes on the snarling woman-beast before her.

"Lupe is no longer your typical werewolf, senorita. I now change when the mood
strokes me is the only answer I can give you," she replied with a shrug.

"Wolf, woman, or whatever, you can still die," Alec growled, drawing a
silver-bladed knife from her boot. "And this can kill you."

As Lupe closed with Alec, Simone turned to where Niklos had regained his feet.
"Hey, leave me out of this, baby-cakes. I'm strictly a lover, not a fighter,"
he said quickly, holding his hands up defensively.

"Fine, but that bitch is in for some first-class pain, so, unless you want
some, too, I suggest you stay out of this!" she warned.

Lupe jumped forward, intending to punch Alec with her left hand, but the
huntress dodged the attack and caught the wolf-woman in the ribs with the toe
of her boot instead. Before she could move in and take advantage, however,
Simone's right foot landed in the small of her back and almost knocked her off
her feet.

"Play now and you die all the sooner, starlet!" Alec said, regaining her
balance and keeping a wary eye on both women.

"Careful, querida, neither of these cerdos are exactly human," Lupe said,
slowly circling the blonde.

"Demons?" asked Simone, wondering when she could expect them to belch fire and
burn her marvelous home to the ground.

"Hardly!" said Alec with a sneer, feinting at Lupe with the knife. "I am
Alecto, one of the Furies; a huntress from before Time's beginning. And I
promise you that it will take more than a half-wolf and a human to kill me."

"What about your friend? He a Fury, too?" Simone asked, gesturing to where
Niklos remained crouched in the shadows for the time being.

"The Furies are women, you dolt! As for Niklos, if he chooses to reveal his
true nature to you before you die, that's his affair. Now, enough talk," she
cried, leaping up and kicking Simone in the face and then using the momentum
from the kick to propel her at Lupe. Fortunately, Lupe was able to bring her
arm up in time to block the deadly blade and prevent it from piercing her
heart. But the defensive maneuver left a nasty gash on her right arm and the
white carpet was quickly stained with her blood. "And that was without even
trying to draw blood!" the blonde laughed, licking her blade clean.

Simone tried another sneak attack, but Alec was ready for her this time and
turned and drove her fist into the bone just below the actress' right eye,
sending her stumbling backwards. When Lupe attempted a sneak attack of her
own, before she realized that Simone's had backfired, it was likewise met with
a fist from the lightning fast blonde. This one burying itself deep in Lupe's
gut and knocking the wind from her. Lupe dropped to her knees and Alec grabbed
her by the hair, bent her head back, and raised the knife to slit her throat.

This time Simone's attack caught her off-guard as she launched herself through
the air and slammed both feet into her back, directly between her shoulder
blades, not only causing the blonde to fly forward, landing face-first on the
tile floor and sliding a good five feet before crashing into the wall next to
the bathroom door, but to drop her knife as well, The actress quickly kicked
it under the bed and then turned to Lupe. "Are you all right?"

"I'm losing a lot of blood, but I'll live long enough to see this huntress
humbled, querida," she replied with a wolfish grin.

Suddenly, Alec's boots struck each of their heads, sending them both sprawling
on the bloody carpet in front of the bed. "Don't bet on it, wolf-bitch!" she
snarled, grabbing a handful of Lupe's hair and planting her knee in the small
of the Spaniard's back. She pulled back savagely and delivered several hard
shots to her furry ribs before Simone rushed in and attempted to grab her.
"Not this time, sweetheart!" Alec growled, lashing out with her other foot and
catching the stunned brunette deep in her belly. She then grabbed the gasping
woman by the hair and slammed her face into the carpet until her struggles had
nearly ceased. At this point, Alec flipped her over onto her back and very
deliberately planted her knee across Simone's throat, pressing down just hard
enough to make breathing difficult, but not completely cutting off her air
supply.

"First you see your furry pal here bite it, bitch," the blonde explained,
landing a vicious chop across Lupe's exposed throat and then yanking back,
preventing the Spaniard from relieving the strain on both her neck and back.
"And then you and I will have some fun. Much as I'd preferred to have sliced
you open, were-bitch, I guess I'll have to settle for just breaking your
neck." With that, she placed one hand on either side of Lupe's head and
proceeded to twist it. But, much to her surprise, she found that she couldn't
simply give it a quick snap-and-jerk. "Okay, we'll do this the hard way." She
grinned and continued to apply excruciating pressure on Lupe's neck, causing
her arms to bulge with muscles to the point that she actually tore her shirt,
leaving the sleeves nothing more than shredded tatters.

"Just...a...little...more," she grunted, driving her knee into Lupe's back as
she struggled to twist the surprisingly strong neck.

Suddenly, Simone's legs shot up and struck Alec full in the face, knocking her
off balance and causing her to release her hold on Lupe's head. Before she
could regain her feet, the actress was all over her, pounding her face and
chest with hard rights and lefts and repeatedly ramming her knee between the
startled woman's legs, causing her to gasp in unexpected pain.

By the time Lupe had caught her breath and joined her, Alec was lying flat on
her back and nearly unconscious from the brutal beating. Still, Lupe wasn't
about to let that stop her from avenging her own treatment at the blonde's
hands.

"Save some for Lupe," she said with a cruel chuckle, lifting Simone off the
dazed Fury.

Simone grunted and, after one last punch to Alec's ravaged face, stood up. "So
how do you kill a demi-Goddess anyway?" she asked, kicking the blonde in the
ribs and causing her to curl up and whimper pitifully.

"Lupe isn't sure. Maybe our cowardly friend over there can tell us?" she
suggested, gesturing towards where Niklos still sat in the shadows.

"Snapping my neck will do it, bitch," Alec gasped, spitting out a mouthful of
bright red blood.

"Do you truly want to die, amiga?" Lupe asked, hauling her upright with a
handful of hair until she was standing on wobbly legs.

"No more than you do, shape-shifter, but I'm not afraid to rejoin the Eternal.
And I don't expect any mercy from the likes of you, other than a quick death
if I'm lucky."

"And that is the difference between us, amiga," Lupe said, stepping forward
and driving her fist deep into the pit of Alec's belly. "While I will indeed
hurt you--And enjoy it a great deal, I assure you--I am not a killer at heart.
So you will live to lick your many wounds and, if you're wise as one who's
lived so long should be, in the future steer clear of Lupe and her friends.
And never forget that the only reason you have a future is because of my
merciful nature. Do you understand?" She brought her knee up sharply between
the blonde's legs before she could respond, leaving Alec panting and coughing
up bright blood. She could only nod, and that just barely, in response. "Good,
very good, amiga," Lupe said, picking her up and then slamming her back down
on the carpet hard enough to cause her to bounce from the impact. "Let us hope
that you are smarter than your employer in that regard."

She then dropped down hard onto Alec's stomach, knocking what little air
remained out of the blonde, and began to punch her large breasts with
alternating rights and lefts, occasionally landing a shot to the already
bruising gut when she felt the other woman take a breath. When Alec's last bit
of resolve had shattered and she began to sob uncontrollably, Lupe ceased the
pummeling and slid up until her furry pussy was resting just below the badly
beaten blonde's chin. "Now, amiga, you will employ the skills you've acquired
over the millennia and pleasure Lupe. Unless you'd prefer I continue to hit
you?" she added when Alec started to shake her head.

The blonde obligingly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue and Lupe
smiled and slid forward until it had entered her. "Wise choice, amiga," she
said, settling onto her foe's face as Simone looked on with admiration and
approval. Then, the Spaniard raised her arms and invited the actress to join
her, easing her down onto the blonde's reddening tummy and bringing her lips
close enough for her snout to reach them, covering her face with the lupine
equivalent of hot kisses.

While the two victorious vixens were thus engaged, Niklos attempted to sneak
out of the bedroom in an ill-timed bid for freedom. Simone spotted him and
charged at him before he'd reached the door, knocking him off his feet and
sending him crashing into the wall. "We told you to stay put, big guy. Did you
forget?" she teased, standing over him with her hands on her hips.

"I've had it up to here with women telling me what to do!!!" he bellowed,
tearing his pants off and revealing the hind legs of a goat, not to mention an
enormous, hairy penis. He then shook his hair free and she saw that there were
two tiny horns growing from his skull.

"What the Hell are you?" she demanded as Lupe looked on from her position atop
Alecto.

"I'm a Satyr, you bimbo! Didn't you ever read Bullfinch's Mythology when you
were in school?" he questioned.

"Sorry, but I was too busy taking practical courses, like drama and underwater
basket-weaving, to bother with fairy tales. But, then again, I never knew
there were characters like you in them..." she said, gazing with unmasked
appreciation at his oversized cock.

"You want me. All women want me. You can't help yourselves. It's my curse," he
said with a grin, leaning back slightly, causing his dick to stand out
straight from his body a good ten inches. "And it's not even fully erect yet,
honey-pie. Give in to that desire, Simone. Let me make you the happiest woman
in the world. Take my staff down your throat and taste true ambrosia."

As if in a daze, she walked forward, nodding, never taking her eyes from the
huge, hairy dick.

"That's right, my dear. Come over and kneel before your lord and master," he
chuckled, motioning her forward with his hands. "Just a bit closer and the
nectar of the Gods will be yours. Don't resist. You know you can't. You're
mine as surely as--EEEERRRRRRGGGGGGGKKKK!!!!!!!!!!"

Simone removed her foot from his balls and he fell over onto his side, mewling
and puking.

"What fucking rock have you been living under for the past thousand years,
asshole? 'Lord and master'??! That kind of shit went out with the Middle Ages.
Besides, I've had dick of all shapes and sizes and they just don't do it for
me the way pussy does. Sorry," she smiled, nailing his cock with a kick worthy
of any professional soccer player.

Niklos' eyes rolled back into his head and he mercifully passed out.

"Now where were we?" Simone asked, dropping back onto Alec's belly and
wrapping her arms around Lupe and kissing her wet snout.

"Right about here, querida," Lupe replied, fondling the actress' breasts as
Alec's tongue continued to bring her to climax after shuddering climax.

* * * * *

The next morning Lilith emerged from her mansion only to find Niklos and
Alecto trussed up like a pair of S&M fanatics and sitting on the hood of her
limousine. Zaynah stood to one side, holding a piece of paper out to her with
a hand that slightly shook with fear. Lilith snatched the note and read it
with growing anger.

"Now, Lili, baby, I can explain about this," began Niklos. But when Lilith
glared at him he wisely kept quiet.

Lilith,

Here are your two playmates. Somehow, they ended up at my place last night.
See that you keep a tighter leash on them in the future or you'll be the one
beaten to within an inch of your black-hearted life and left on someone's car
like a particularly gaudy hood ornament.

Love and kisses,

Simone & Lupe

"Toss that garbage on the lawn and let's get going, darling," Lilith snarled,
crumpling the note and dropping it on the driveway.

"Ain't you even gonna untie us?" whined Niklos as he and Alec were dropped on
the wet grass.

"If you don't shut up I might leave you like that for a few days," she warned,
stepping into the stretch limo and closing the door.

"This is all your fault," Niklos grumbled as the limousine pulled away. "If
you'd just killed that actress instead of playing with--UUUNNNGGGHHHHH!!!!!"
His head dropped down onto his chest and Alec smiled.

"At least I'll have some peace and quiet now," she sighed, wishing she could
rub the back of her head where it had struck Niklos'.

* * * * *

Lupe emerged from the dressing room and shook her head. "You can't be serious,
querida. You actually expect Lupe to wear this as an everyday outfit?!" she
asked, looking at herself in the full-length tri-mirror and scowling. She was
dressed in a black leather bra, which was daringly exposed beneath a white
silk blouse left unbuttoned and tucked into her tight, black leather pants. A
golden belt hung jauntily from her narrow waist and a pair of gray leather
boots, the tops of which were scrunched down and resting on top of her ankles,
now adorned her feet. To top things off, she had a full-length gray leather
jacket with a flaring collar and a tight-fitting black leather cap. "I feel
ridiculous."

"You might feel ridiculous, sweetheart, but you look fabulous," remarked one
of the changing room attendants.

"See? I'm not the only who thinks so," Simone grinned, hugging her tightly.

"But Lupe can't afford all this stuff, querida!" she countered.

"Then, you'll just have to let me buy it for you."

"Maybe another day, Simone..." Lupe suggested.

"Sorry, but I'm afraid you'll have to let me buy it for you today...since I
had them throw your old clothes into the dumpster already," she added under
breath.

"But that was Lupe's favorite shirt!" the Spaniard whined.

"Honey, that wasn't anyone's favorite shirt," said the attendant, holding her
nose.

Lupe and Simone both laughed and the Spaniard finally gave in, admitting only
to herself that she kind of liked her new look.

Case Closed

(Until next time)

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