The door slowly swings open. Your animal nostrils are immediately flooded with the rousing musk of the shewolf, the beautiful lupine creature holding the door open as she stands in front of you. Your feral eyes quickly meet, bashfulness swiftly shifted to longing as you both study each other intimately. You start to pant excitedly, tail wagging furiously, your shewolf matching your emotions while running her clawed handpaw down her furry barreled chest stepping back slowly to let you pass and enter.
The gap between you quickly lessens, your primal instincts urging you to worry less regarding formalities anxious to pursue exactly what brought you together in the first place. The shewolf encourages this, her handpaws reaching and sliding up your hairy sides hooking under your arms, padded paw-fingers grasping behind your shoulders. Her furry nudity pressed and grinding eagerly into yours. Snouts twitch and sniff as you drink more of each other's animal scent, getting better acquainted before panting tongues can no longer resist painting muzzles and manes in showering affections.
This is what you wanted. You made this random slumbering woman into a wild and horny werewolf beast. You agreed to join her and be this shewolf's mate. You are moments away from making that a carnal reality. Is there any inkling of the woman this shewolf once was, though? Is this something she desires as well, or did you and the shady website force this personality and yearning upon her? Or are you only dealing with the beast that has taken over, the human put to rest not knowing her fate until much later...or ever?
Why should you care? You've become as much of a horny beast as her now. And those screams; those howls in your mind and instincts is to be the wolf you both have become and fulfill each other's needs. Mate. Breed. Give her pups. Start your pack. Rinse and repeat to your heart's content.
Nothing but wolves here now; right? Is there any sense of self left that feels just a little remorseful for orchestrating these events? Any fears that you could be crossing a line? Or do you see nothing wrong with your actions; not willing to spoil the erotic mood with such waxing philosophy and moral quandaries?
The moment to change the course of this night is about to pass, your shewolf pulling you into a passionate embrace pressing her lupine lips against yours attempting to kiss; nipping maws drifting back to heated nuzzles and bathing licks, furry pelvises grinding seeking that primal union burning between you and her.