Marion yips at Jason, and he smiles down at her. "How's my girl doing?" he asks, petting her all over, making her tail wag frantically. He turns to you again. "Dude, this is your last chance, man. It's really not cool for you to be here. You really might want to head to the cabins."
"Man, what the fuck IS it with you?" you ask him, really bothered by his rapid rudeness.
"It's not only with me," he says, pointing back toward the group of people in the clearing, "It's them too."
You look over to them, and realize they're much closer than they were before. They continue to walk towards you and Jason, ringing you in a lose circle, their dogs at their sides. Each one has a German Shepherd, the opposite of their own gender. All of them look in their twenties, and have brown hair and brown eyes. They don't speak a word to you, simply staring at you, enigmatic smiles on their faces. "Uhh...hi," you say to them nervously.
"You need to run while you still can," Jason whispers.
Marion turns to you, her eyes now flashing green, then winking at you. It was undeniable-your dog winked at you! You start to move backwards slowly, trying to get out of the ring, but one of the men grabs you tightly.
"Sit down!" he commands, and while you debate the merits of fighting back, all of the dogs, including Marion snarl threateningly at you. "Sit down or the dogs will tear you apart," he tells you, pushing firmly down by the shoulders. Sadly, you know this isn't the time to argue, and you comply.
"What the fuck is going on here?" you ask the man, turning to face him.
"Didn't you read the sign? It said it quite clearly," a woman on the other side of the ring replied, a slightly mocking tone in her voice.
"You mean that bullshit about weredogs?" You say, "You're kidding me, right?"
"That's what I thought too," Jason suddenly said, "That was a couple months ago. Trust me, you'll see. I tried to warn you."
"Noone ever pays attention to warnings," mused another woman, "They have to see it to believe it."
"You people are fucking nuts!" you say to the group, noone in particular.
"Don't worry, darling," the last woman said, "It's frightening at first, but you'll learn to love it." The moon crested the horizon, and the whole group gasped simultaneously as the light touched all of them.
"Just don't run," said one of the men, "No matter how much you want to...it'll just trigger a hunting response. We can't guarantee your safety."
"Oh...oh shit...Marion...Marion...stop...not..not tonight.." Jason whimpered, and you snap your head around to see what he's complaining about. Marion is nuzzling his crotch, licking it, forcing her muzzle into it. You can see he's quite aroused now. She turns around, lifting her tail up high, raising her hindquarters, and you can see some sort of liquid dripping from her, which you presume to be musk. "Marion...muh...muh...not...no..." Jason said, but falls to his knees, pressing his face into her hindquarters, licking at the juices. You see his hands warping as he holds her steady, his nails blackening, becoming more clawlike, and brown and black fur blossoming on the skin.
The rest of the group, much more experienced and eager quickly shed their clothing, their canine companions ready to please. The men let their dogs lick their shafts, and you watch with a mixture of fascination and horror as their dicks transform, first becoming covered in fur, then a sheath, then out comes the twitching and wiggling red rocket, plunged into the eager holes of their dogs.
The women drop to all fours, allowing their companions to lick expertly at their vaginas. The women, all clean-shaven, begin to blossom fur from their groins, which spread quickly across their bodies as they moaned and growled. The male dogs quickly hopped on their women, pumping madly, causing the women to grow muzzles and tails,and new sets of teats.
Jason's clothing ripped as he changed, frantically trying to get out of his pants to rut with Marion, finally succeeding. The group of dogs continues to fuck, climaxing almost in unison.
You can't help but notice that you're slightly aroused by all of this, and part of you wants to stay and become one of them.
But the rest of you knows you have a chance to escape, as the dogs are all knotted together still...but you don't have much time to act. As soon as the male's knots deflate, you're going to have a crisis on your hands.