Wolfsbane: an entry for foxtales 17

'If you drink from it, under the light of the blood moon, you'll become one,' Kyri said teasingly. Her gaze met Shandra's in a challenge. 'I dare you, my love.' Shandra eyed the paw print, brimming with cool water skeptically. 'Probably, I'll just get sick. But if I'm going to do it, you should too.' The other woman fixed her with that icy green gaze, running one finger lazily along the slope of her own breasts as she did so and then stated simply: 'Yes, we should both be wolves.' In one fluid motion, Kyri stooped to collect a palmful of the water, flickering ethereally in the moonlight. 'Now kiss me, my love,' she said, before sipping the cool, strangely sweet water. Needing no second invitation, Shandra grabbed her waist, pressed her lips hungrily to her lover's. Here, in the woods, was the one place they were free to do as they pleased, and as always, Shandra wasted no time working her way down her lover's neck with soft, slow movements of her tongue. She moved to her collarbone, gently biting the length of it, her shoulder, the milky slope of her breasts, rising quicker now in the moonlight. 'I want...' Shandra trailed off as her gaze found Kyri's face. The woman's eyes glowed lambent green back down at her. As she thought this, Kyri said: 'darling, your eyes!' Choking on the words as they transformed into a guttural snarl at the back of her throat. 'What the...' Kyri's thought went unfinished, as her body bent and twist itself at impossible angles. To her horror, Shandra felt her own following suit. 'Ky, I love you,' she sob-snarled as her vocal cords stretched and then all human thought abandoned her. There is a tale about these woods, about a demon-wolf woman and her demon-wolf lover and how they ripped one another apart after drinking from a print, just like this one. Some say, they were done with hiding and disguised their suicide pact as the after effects of lycanthropy. But those who saw the bodies, say otherwise. Those girls turned or some wild beast got a hold of them, but the bits that were left behind weren't the work of any human. Now look, the moon's coming out, just like we need it to, my love. Drink with me?

This is an entry to the @vermillionfox foxtales contest here: https://steemit.com/art/@vermillionfox/week-17-fox-tales-a-steamy-new-story-image-and-winners-from-the-previous-week