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"I'm sorry sir but I'll need to check your bag. Standard procedure I assure you..." Luke sighed, he hated these security procedures, they had a plane to catch. He looked around at his companions and for the umpteenth time contemplated the magnitude of what they were doing. The very thought of 5 guys, one to two years out of collage, circumnavigating the globe was impressive in itself. But to do it with such a variety of individuals added to the effect, even if they were all old friends from high school.

strange ability, he could "feel" other people. Not true thoughts per say; he felt their moods, their emotions, their nature, what made them them. One might think that it was a gift, and, for the most part, it was when Luke was at home or among friends, but when he was at a funeral, or in a bar, or even just walking down the street, he felt like he was drowning in negative emotions, hence why he often seemed depressed, though he never let it interfere with his relationships. His motivation was a sort of unofficial "spirit-quest," a pull to explore the world around him...even at the cost of dealing with certain...annoyances.

Democrat?" Oh boy...

-a few days later-

David looked around the pub with disgust, Such weakness, he thought bitterly as countess men and woman got drunk and fell into emotional displays, many going upstairs for less than genial reasons. It was the group's third night in London of the week that they'd be staying there and already he was fed up with it. The pubs and debauchery in the low class, the public attitude and inefficient, decentralized trade system in the middle class, the pomp and ceremony of the high life, and the overall obedience and kowtowing to archaic tradition was enough to make him feel physically sick.

He wasn't even sure where he was in the city, he'd left the hotel to go for a walk and had wound up lost, he'd stopped at the first public building for directions, though he was beginning to regret it. "Barkeep," he said, sitting down on the least filthy-looking stool, "I need directions..."

"W' yer 'ay la'dee?"

"Excuse me?"

"Worfagumnagalel...pontablempolemtabl...mabumuffgansarkl...*hic*" the man collapsed to the ground with an audible thud.

"Oh that's brilliant," he said to himself, about to get up and leave, when suddenly someone sat down next to him.

"You're an American aren't you?"

He turned to see a young woman, red hair and dark green eyes, eyes that seemed to draw him in, "What makes you say that?"

"Well, your accent's bland, you look totally out of place, your posture denotes complete and total apathy and disgust for the world around you with you being superior to it all, and you're surrounded with an aura of haste even though you're standing almost perfectly still."

"Hmph..." it was the closest thing to a laugh he'd had in a while, he felt attraction to this woman. He immediately cracked his middle knuckle and the feeling died instantly. "You're very observant. Who are you?"

"Oh, I'm just some random woman looking for a conversation. Care to indulge me?"

"Unfortunately for you I'm just some random man looking for directions, so if you would be so kind as to..."

She cut him off, "Surely you could stay for a while. Just relax and have a quick drink." He felt the attraction again. What? That trigger should last at least for an hour. He clicked his knuckle again, no effect.

"I-I don't drink." He leaned away from the woman, glancing around for an exit, but... those eyes.

"Of course not. But still, why don't you stay with me and talk? Just for a bit."

"Alright sure..." It had slipped out, he hadn't even thought about it, and the feeling was growing stronger despite him clicking his knuckle again and again, something's not right here...

"What's your name?"

"David..."

" David , why don't you relax and tell me about yourself." Oh shit... he'd caught what was happening, the slight variations in the way she spoke were pre-inundation messages, phrases designed to draw someone into a trance, he'd listened to playbacks of himself to implant the post-hypnotic suggestions that kept his subconscious in check, now the same technique was being used against him. By now he'd blabbered out his occupation, why he was here, his collage major, his knowledge of hypnosis, and several other things. Ok, calm down, focus on a mantra, something solid...numbers! 3.14159265358979323846264338...

She frowned slightly as his body fell silent, " David ," she said, leaning forward and tilting his chin up " look at me." He couldn't help but stare into her eyes...327950288419...7...1...6...9...such lovely eyes, so lovely, so beautiful... so... sexy...NO! 399375105... he shook his head, shutting his own eyes tight. He'd noticed that she was wearing contacts, ideal for visual subliminal messages. While her eyes probably were really green, a series of engravings on the surface of a clear lens could send out any kind of message to anyone who looked into them, while being hidden in the patterns of the iris. She clasped his head, gently but firmly, between her hands, prying his eyelids open, forcing him to look, "David, you need to relax. Just let everything drift away..." her words were beginning to fade in volume, everything blurring in his vision except for her eyes. He was moving into a trance, repeating numbers wouldn't help him at this stage, SNAP OUT OF IT you pathetic waste of carbon, hydrogen, and oxygen!, he screamed within his mind at his unresponsive body, managing to catch one last phrase before his conscious thoughts stopped, "Let's continue this conversation upstairs..." Oh hell no...

-o-

Lyra led David's entranced body into the bedroom, he'll make a fine addition with that kind of resistance, she smiled as she locked the door and laid him down on the bed, but she wasn't quite ready to join him. Loosening her cloths, she activated her own trigger, "Set as woman, rise as Wolf." It was a rather poetic trigger, used to initiate a gradual transformation rather than a near-instant one, she'd often been told that she was a bit overly dramatic, but who cared anyway?

She kicked off her shoes, as a pins-and-needles sensation spread up her feet and into her legs, letting them shift without harm. Her nails grew out into sharp claws and pads formed on the soles of her feet, white fur running up over her legs, a similar process occurring with her hands and arms.

Reaching down, she lifted her shirt off over her head, exposing her c-cup breasts as more fur ran up from her belly and down from her shoulders. She hadn't worn a bra, no need. Thanks to a bit of tweaking with her hormones during a transformation, her breasts were supported by connective tissue, keeping them in place without obstructing the view.

As her tail slid out of the concealed hole in her jeans, Lyra took a minute to admire herself in a nearby mirror, Hard to believe what I used to be, she thought, not meaning being human. She'd been born this way, a werewolf; however, back then it had been a curse instead of a blessing. She'd been an ugly, feral thing before she'd learned about mental suggestion. Lycanthropy is caused by a retro virus similar to HIV, passed on by the same methods (blood transfusions, bites, sex, ect.). Mental stimulation, usually lust, stress, anger, or a mental trigger (i.e. a full moon), activates the virus, causing it to rebuild its host's cells to a pattern defined by both the virus's genetic programming, and the host's subconscious. Afterwards, the host reverts to their "normal" body as based on their self-image. Combine the virus's transformative properties with mental suggestion, and you could tailor your body as you saw fit.

Lyra dropped her jeans to the floor as her legs finished shifting, becoming digitigrade, and moved over to the still entranced David. He groaned and squirmed as she unbuttoned his shirt and removed his belt, Amazing. He should be catatonic by now... better calm him down some. She leaned forward looking into his half-closed eyes, " David ," he shivered, "Just relax , you'll enjoy it." He continued to squirm, even though his conscious mind was inactive, the suggestions he'd placed in his subconscious kept him fighting. She pulled off his pants, laying down on top him, staring deep into his eyes as she started to gently stroke his cock through his boxers, " Listen to my voice. Relax , you want it. Forget all about your other thoughts. You need it. You need me. Nothing else matters to you right now. Only me and only us. Enjoy it..." Lyra continued on like this as she pushed down his boxers and positioned her already wet slit over his hard cock, slowly easing herself down onto it.

She leaned forward onto his chest, never breaking eye contact as her hair become longer and fuller, her ears moving to the top of her head, " Let go..." were her last words to him before her face pushed out into a muzzle, forcing them both into an immediate, passionate kiss. She began bouncing herself on his cock, riding him expertly as she continued kissing and occasionally muttering a message to him, using the pleasure to help rewire his mind. Finally, she felt the building of warmth in her crotch that signaled the coming of climax, and she thrust down hard on him as she orgasmed, but the knowledge that she'd infected him stimulated her far more than the biological feelings. She felt his cock explode inside her, the hot seed moving into her womb. No worries though, thanks to a bit more mental editing, she wouldn't ovulate without a specific trigger. As his ejaculation finished, she whispered a few final commands into his ear: a memory block, a subliminal desire to return tomorrow, to return to his hotel, and a special, one-time trigger that would cause him to transform for the first time. After she moved off of him his body stayed there for a few moments before automatically getting dressed and moving towards the door, it would retrace the steps it had taken back to the exact location of his hotel room. She was pleased to note, however, that there was a limp and sometimes a stagger in the bodies step, as his mind still fought for control at this stage, even though it would regain it after the body had slept, Oh yes, he'll make a fine addition indeed...