You pace back and forth, waiting for the narrative to continue. You really can't put your finger on when you became conscious of being nothing more than a character in a story; it just sort of happened. You look outside while you wait, staring out the windows, and you can see a couple of werewolves in the distance, silhouetted by the moonlight. They're frozen in time out there, not moving, not even breathing, since the story's not taking place out there at the moment.
You take in every detail, determined to see if ANYTHING is going on outside, and indeed, nothing is moving at all, not even the clouds. You wonder if the world would resume itself if you walked outside.
Bored, and noticing how distracted and preoccupied you were, Becky quietly crept behind the desk, out of your sight. She once again began to flirt with the officer, but with cautious, silent gestures and flirtacious glances.
You never heard Becky shimmy her skirt down to her ankles, or slide her panties off. You never saw the officer slip off the stool, dropping to her knees in front of Becky. You were simply too distracted.
"Oooh...ahhh.." you heard Becky murmur as the officer's tongue first began licking at her nether regions. It startled you, and you turned, seeing Becky's smile. You dart around the corner of the desk, seeing the officer's nails growing, digging into the back of Becky's thighs, drawing blood. The shewolf pulls her in tighter, licking hard now, causing Becky to tremble in excstacy.
"Becky! What the hell are you doing?" you shout.
The officer pulls Becky to the floor, snarling at you as her teeth grow into fangs, looking up at you with a rapidly emerging feral countenance. She buries her face between Becky's thighs again, licking more, her body shuddering as the uniform begins to tear away.
"Oh GOD! YES!!!" Becky screams, grinding her crotch against the face of the half-changed werewolf. Becky is completely ignoring you, engrossed entirely in her sensual experience with the werewolf woman. "Come on baby, come on baby!" she implores her new lover, "Shift! Get that tongue deeper!"
The werewolf woman's face begins to distort as she licks, her nose blackening, her forehead receding. As the muzzle begins to strech forth, she presses harder between Becky's thighs, sliding her tongue further in, and with each deeper lick, she elicits another squeal of pleasure from Becky. "Do it! DO it!" Becky screams as she orgasms harder.
And with that, the werewolf bites her, right on her clitoris, causing a spurt of blood, which she eagerly laps at.
Becky lays there, quivering in an afterglow you can't imagine, a look of pure bliss upon her face. She rolls onto her stomach and gets to her feet, the shewolf behind her staying put.
"I made the decision for us all, Jess," Becky says, her voice eerily calm, almost monotone. "You ever hear of a story taking on a life of its own? Well, sweetie, this is it. We all have free will now, for whatever reason. And now it's up to you." She slowly walks up to you, pulling her shirt off, unhooking her bra. You have to admit that she's got nice tits, quite a bit nicer than yours. "You stay, we fuck, and let me tell you, I want to fuck you. I want to take you to a level you've NEVER been to before. You run, we're hunting you. You might make it out, you might not. I have no idea what the other characters in the story want to do now. But either way, you need to make up your mind quick, because free will or not, a werewolf can't stand in the view of the full moon like this without changing."
Becky's eyes fade from brown to yellow, and she whimpers as her pussy begins to twitch as brown fur begins to grow, blossoming on her inner thighs. It's time for you to choose.