John continued to simply stand there, watching the proceedings as more and more people began to transform into their costumes. Carrie however, shrank back from the proceedings, doing her best not to look into the sky and witness the full moon, nor step into the ever-widening path of the beams as they continued to progress down the main street of Halloween Town. John laughed as he watched a couple dressed in pumpkin costumes swell and lose their genders, and John was quite glad he'd put his foot down about the costumes, though he'd honestly wondered if it would work at all until he'd seen it with his own eyes.
It was about that point that a man and a pair of women shoved roughly through the crowd of observers, nearly knocking John over. "Hey, buddy, watch out!" John said, eliciting a sneer from the man.
"Make way for the pack!" one of the women said, a smallish brunette. John didn't like their mannerisms, something was off about them, decidedly.
Carrie's nose twitched, and somehow she knew they were werewolves, though she wasn't consciously sure how. They seemed normal, by all appearances. The man was slightly large and slightly chunky, with a shaved head. He really appeared almost cro-magnon, albeit one dressed in street clothes. One of the women was a tall blonde, middle aged with a large nose and pronounced jaw, rather thickly built, though not fat, rather muscular. Her close-cropped hair gave her a decidedly dykish look. She wore a thin white t-shirt and loose fitting running shorts.
The smaller brunette wore a white sundress, her long brown hair flowing wildly down to the middle of her back. Carrie couldn't tell much else about her figure, but assumed she was petite, judging by her frame. The trio ran excitedly into the street, waiting for the moonlight to hit them and...nothing happened.
"What a bunch of assholes," John said to Carrie, who'd crept right up next to him, her heart hammering now, wanting to see them change, wanting to know what was in store, wanting to join them.
"It serves them right, you know?" John said, looking down at her.
"It's not over," Carrie whispered.
"Are you okay?" John asked her, concerned, as he suddenly saw the sweat beading on her forehead.
"Just...try to have a good time, okay?" Carrie replied, kissing him.
Meanwhile on the street, the man and the blonde looked confusedly at the brunette. "Why isn't it working?" he asked.
"You have to expose the costume to the moonlight," the younger woman said, smiling at them.
"But..it sank into our skin," the blonde replied.
"The moonlight's how you bring it back out," the girl replied, slipping out of her sundress, "Like this." She gasped as the moonlight hit her naked flesh, and brown fur began to sprout from her tits and groin.
"Oh wow," John said, getting a full view of the young woman's rather flawless body and the early changes it was undergoing.
She seemed to enjoy the attention, and she seemed to notice John staring, and she held a hand up, so he could see the flesh rippling and bubbling, the hairs sprouting, and the talons growing. She flashed a semi-seductive and toothy smile at him, before turning away with a snarl, shredding open the blonde woman's t shirt, exposing her breasts to the moonlight.
"Ohh...yessss!" cried the blonde, falling to the ground, blonde fur visible through the tears in her shirt. The man was struggling, but managed to get his pants undone, exposing his crotch to the light, and he too fell to the ground uttering gasps of ecstasy tinged with the growling sound of an animal.
The brunette's changes continued, her body covered now in a layer of brown fur. She fell to all fours as her body continued to reshape, growling and moaning, the smell of her musk filling the air around the crowd, intoxicating John and driving Carrie mad. Every pore of her skin begged to breathe the air, unfettered of clothing, and now the moonlight illuminated the whole of the area. Carrie couldn't escape the moonlight now if she'd wanted to, and she certainly didn't want to.
The man and the blonde writhed near each other, until the man, now covered in black fur managed to sink his red rocket into the blonde, eliciting howls of undeniable pleasure from the pair. John watched in unabashed fasicination for a moment as the blonde's body began to grow, shredding the remnants of her shirt.
Carrie reached down, feeling a hard bulge in John's pants. "That's a surprise," she said in a slightly husky voice. She began to play with the edge of her skirt; all she had to do was flash her crotch in the moonlight and she'd change as well.
"This is hot," John said, pointing to the brunette, her face slowly stretching and expanding into a muzzle. "I don't know why...but it is."