"Still skeptical, huh?" she says with a smirk.
"Well yeah," you say, "that's not what happens with werewolves in the movies."
"First off, this isn't a movie, buddy. Secondly, when was the last time you were EVER in a store like this one?" she asks, hopping over the counter gracefully. She's a petite blonde, her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She's got big blue eyes and pouty lips. She's wearing a little red hoodie sweatshirt and tight fitting jeans.
"Alright," you concede, "I'll admit, I've never been in a place like this, but you have to admit it's kinda...odd."
"Fair enough," she replies, walking over to the entranceway, pulling the secuirity gate down to prevent entry (or escape?), and hangs a sign from it reading "Back in 30 minutes."
"Come with me," she says, heading to the back of the store, heading through a door marked 'Employees only'.
You're in a cluttered break room, with a small mini-fridge in one corner, and a small table in the center of the room. There's a black and white television in another corner, with a small recliner in front of it. "What are we doing here?" You ask her.
She looks up at you (she stands barely five feet tall) with her eyes wide. "My name's little red riding hood, but you can just call me red," she says in an attempt to sound like an innocent young girl.
"What?" You ask.
"Granny told me to watch out for the big bad wolf," she says, toying with her hoodie, "But I've never seen a wolf before."
"Is this some sort of a joke, or are you completely insane?" you ask her.
She sighs, "Just go with it, okay? I'm at least trying to have some fun with it."
"Umm, alright..." you say, still convinced she's rather nuts.
"Have you seen the big bad wolf around here?" she asks.
"Nope...sorry...haven't seen a wolf in this vast...err..forest?" you say, still struggling to 'have fun with it' as she put it.
"Ohh...well, since there's no wolf around, I guess it's safe for me to take off my top; granny warned me that a topless girl might be wolf bait in these woods," she says, a devilish twinkle in her eyes. She peels off her top, wearing a barely opaque black lace bra underneath.
It then finally dawns on you what she's doing. Your heart hammers quickly, your pulse rate increasing as you stare at the little vixen in front of you. Your vision wavers, and suddenly the colors in the room seem washed out. You're not quite colorblind, but everything seems less vibrantly colorful.
"Oh my," she says, "What golden eyes you have! With such fine eyes, you certainly must be able to spot any wolf nearby. Do you see the big bad wolf, sir?"
"No,...no I don't," you reply with a smile. You're beginning to enjoy yourself with this.
She smiles back at you, eyes full of mischeif. "Well then, I should most certainly feel safe taking off my pants. Granny always said a girl without pants is most certainly wolf bait in the woods."
She shimmies out of her pants, revealing a matching pair of lacy black panties. A tremor goes through your body involuntarily. All the color, save black and white is now gone from your vision. You feel your ears growing pointed, sliding up your head, elongating.
A soft rustle can be heard as a fine layer of fur grows in along your forearms. You can hear everything in the room as if it were all amplified. You can hear her heartbeat, her breathing, the hum of the lights in the room outside.
"Oh my, sir," she continues, "With your grand ears, you certainly must be able to hear everything for miles around. Is the big bad wolf nearby?"
"I think he...he may..be...near," you say, struggling to speak, for you find yourself growing aroused. Your voice sounds foreign to you, deeper and gravely. You want to reach into your pants, but you try to hold out, if nothing else but for the sake of this arousing roleplay.
"Oh my," she says as she unhooks her bra,her tiny breasts perky, her nipples quite hard. "Then I most certainly should NOT have done that, should I, sir?"
"I...I.." you say, virtually unable to form a coherent thought. Your teeth elongate into fangs. Your muscles begin to grow, straining the fabric of your clothing.
"Sir!" she says, pretending to be quite shocked, "I do believe the big bad wolf has been here all along!" You can barely muster a growl at her as your shirt's seams begin to rip apart.
You fight against the change, needing to know your limits, but the temptation to touch your cock is growing unbearable.
"I guess it's a good thing that I never really listened to granny, isn't it?" she asks you with a smirk, removing her panties, flooding your senses with the aroma of her arousal. Her clean-shaven pussy glistens with droplets of cum. She rubs her clit, sending a small river of cum rolling down her thighs. "Come on, puppy," she moans, "Show me that red rocket of yours!"
She steps right up to you, sliding her hand to your crotch, rubbing the hard fabric, playing with your bulge. Your shirt explodes off of you as your chest and arms practically inflate with muscle. She tugs open your fly, and your cock swings out, freakishly rigid. Immediately, it grows covered in a gray sheath, and a red tip begins to slide out of it. Your pants similarly explode off of you as she teases the rocket further out, whispering, "Red rocket, wolfie, red rocket!"
You fall to the floor as your spine bows and your face stretches into the muzzle. Quickly, she joins you on the floor, her muff pressed into your face, positioning herself for you to take her from behind. "Do it wolfie!" she commands, "Gimme that rocket!"
Instinct takes over, and you slam into her waiting quim, viciously fucking her, madly hammering her, making her scream with pleasure until you erupt into her, and you both collapse to the floor, exhausted.