You decide to do the smart thing and wait for your erection to go away. So you sit there and wait. And wait. And wait.
A few hours pass. Your cock shrinks a little, but otherwise it remains as hard and thick as ever.
You get tired of waiting. Maybe if you masturbate enough and empty your balls, it'll work.
Of course, the moment you touch your thing, it starts exploding, shooting latex cum everywhere. You end up taking over half an hour to get your ejaculation under control so that you can start.
Jerking your things with hooves proves to be a little tricky, but then you realize that the soft part of your hooves works well enough. Rubbing it, you manage to reach climax quickly. One down.
Then you do another. Keep at it.
As you continue to masturbate furiously, the wolf who gave you your erection returns. She seems almost amused by how you're dealing with the problem. You give her no attention.
Instead, the wolf disappears into a side room. When she emerges, she's carrying a pile of clothes in her arms. You turn your eye to see her put on a pair of panties. Then, she slides a bra over her exposed B-cups.
You can't help but think, "Why in the hell is she putting on clothes?" Meanwhile, your cock keeps spewing out cum, causing puddles to form around you.
By then, the wolf has put on more things: an undershirt, a mini skirt, a little belt, some nylons, and some heeled boots over her paws. She makes sure to lace them tight.
Something feels off. Very off. You don't even notice that your dick has stopped spewing. Or that the smell of cum is triggering your sexual instincts.
The wolf puts some kind of cream or something on her arms. Suddenly, they turn a tannish color, with no fur. Her hands don't look like paws anymore, they almost look...human?!
Then the wolf puts some of the same cream on her face and goes to work pulling on her...wait, she has hair now? No, your eyes do not deceive you, she's pulling out a massive tangle of purple hair and tying it off in the back, like a horse's tail. And when she turns around, you can see clearly that her wolf's muzzle has receded back into her face. The only clue that she was once an animal is that her nose looks very canine, albeit with a much lighter color so that it blends in with the rest of her face.
You don't know what to think. What the hell is happening?
And then she comes over to you.
"I know, you're shocked, aren't you? Well, do you think I always want to be a werewolf? A girl needs to have fun when she wants. And thanks to this, I can do just that."
You don't respond. I mean, you are a horse. But then the wolf does something strange. She puts the cream on your cock. In an instant, it shrivels down to normal size. Well, at least as normal as a horse cock can be.
"You know, I can teach you how to control that. But first, you have to do something for me. I need a date to the party. And if he's got a horse cock, all the better. So, what do you say?"
Without a shred of hesitation, you nod.
"Then let's get you into some pants. I have a pair that should be able to hold in those huge balls."
Some time later, you step out with her. It feels strange to wear clothes when you have a horse's body, but the wolf assures you that you'll get used to it. She runs her hand through your brown hair, and throws her arm around your torso.
"So, handsome, ready for the night of your life? Oh, and you can call me Patricia."