Somewhere in your mind it seems you can hear the clicking of computer keys being rapidly pressed. Somehow you KNOW the next chapter's being written. You wait for a few minutes, wondering which path you've been put on.
Suddenly you realize how moist you're getting between your legs, and involuntarily begin to take your shirt off. "Shit," you mumble, so sure that the readers would give a damn about the story, slightly disappointed in them for choosing the most fetishy option.
Becky simply smiles at you, pulling her own shirt off, sliding her skirt down, her nipples at rigid attention. "Told ya," she says, still smiling an infuriating smile.
The police officer begins to change again, licking her lips as she surveys the two of you. Realizing you've got no say in the matter any longer, you peel off your clothing as well, determined to make the best of things, even as the idea of lesbian werewolf sex begins to dominate your mind.
You and Becky watch with eager anticipation as the officer's transformation reaches its climax, and with each moment your arousal grows stronger. Becky pulls you to the floor, rolling you onto your back, licking at your clean-shaven muff, making you moan.
The shewolf joins in quickly, straddling your face, letting your drink in her juices. Within seconds you can feel your own change starting, as your nails lengthen and your teeth grow sharper. You begin to scratch your nails down Becky's back, bucking your hips wildly as golden fur begins to sprout and musk begins to roll down your thighs. You experience the height of pleasure as the musk's transformative effects begin to take hold of Becky's form, and her face stretches while her mouth is still inside of you. Her tongue probes deeper and deeper by the second, and the erratic popping of her tissues reshaping adds a vibrator like effect to the whole thing.
The room is filled with the scent of shewolf musk and the sound of muscle and bone transforming. The rustling sound of fur growing is like music to your ears, the sound of power, the sound of sexuality, the sound of beauty. The more you shift, the more pleasure you feel, and the more pleasure you feel, the more you shift. It's the world's most arousing catch-22, and soon you and Becky are no longer young women, but fully blossomed shewolves. The two of you, along with your lover/maker howl loudly in celebration of the change and of your awakening.
But in the recesses of your mind, you suddenly hear the clicking of keys on the keyboard, and know the story's not reached its end yet. What little human consciousness is left inside of you pauses, wondering where the path will lead, though the beast in you doesn't particularly care.