Venus Rising

Samantha caught a wisp of directed thought: "The day of Venus has come. Submit to your liberation, sister!" As Wolfie turned to survey the scene, a bolt of pink flame enveloped the lycanthropic teen. The force of nine lunar appearances washed through the hapless cheerleader, rocking her self-control. "This Kannarooo Not Be Happennnnnn..." She felt herself reshaping, lifting into the air. Her paws were distorting -- pads fusing! Fur was growing, shrinking, waving, and then standing on end. Her dangling legs extended, distorted, and rippled with unaccustomed mass. Her head felt like a balloon about to burst and her already acute senses spread over the ultraviolet spectrum. Radio became visible, audible as her eyes expanded and began to shine with a reddish black... "Hey, I like that song!" was her last thought before her world froze.

Suspended in midair, deformed with a bulging head and three padded paws, Wul-Fee felt the presence of a committee -- Two doctors, a weapons expert, a commander, an ensign, a a librarian. "Walk into a bar..." her mind struggled with years of experience to hold on to her humanity, "and asked for a Lunar Sunrise..." Samantha felt her mind being compartmentalized and reconfigured... "... her said 'the knights are cold and long'...." Alien thoughts and abilities were added to her natural lupine ones... "Mycroft Holmes, within his shell, on the moon was thinking... Liberation, of his friends, fleshy, sweaty, sti...... Yaaarrgh!" Her lupine impulses directed by the Venusian drives attacked her human defenses. "Day light burning, ape returning!" Her braincase throbbed with the conflict and was... still...

"Sa Man Tha Wu Luf, scout and scum sculptor, reporting for duty. What is your directive, Commander Ri Ka?" Sa began assembling drone wolves from the male slime remains to track the fleeing Terrans. Rolling into an energy conserving lope, the 3.5 v-cubit scout began her patrol. Drooling at the thought of her prey, the distended braincase began taking tactical instruction from her Commander. Flexing her span long claws, she began honing them telekinetically to a monofilament edge. Her glossy eyes were full of purpose as Wul-Fee scented the air...