The brunette werewolf was fully transformed, rising back to a two legged stance, slightly hunched over. John saw that her tits had never really shrunk like he'd expected. If anything, they'd swollen out, joined by two more pairs on her torso.
He watched the blonde, still getting rammed by the other man, her changes not quite complete, her tits waggling in the rhythm of their ferocious fucking, and felt himself harden even more. He rubbed his crotch rather absentmindedly, not really realizing how freakishly horny he was getting.
The brunette werewolf wasn't so unobservant, however, and she stalked up to the couple, growling softly. John glanced around, and noticed that the crowd that had been there moments before, all around him had dispersed. Most likely they'd been wearing costumes, he theorized, and were off enjoying their monsterhood.
The brown shewolf drew closer, sniffing at John's neck, growling softly still. John wasn't frightened; if anything he wanted to fuck her, as alien as that sounded to him. Her transformation into the werewolf had aroused him far more than he ever could have imagined.
Carrie, meanwhile, trembled as she heard the growling. To John, it was simply a growl, but to Carrie, it was language. Even untransformed, she could understand it. "Why aren't you changing?" the werewolf was asking. The words were almost musical to Carrie, urging her to give in to what she'd been resisting.
Carrie could smell the sexual pheremones in the air, from the rutting couple as well as the other werewolf....and her own husband. Carrie couldn't help but feel a little shocked at her discovery a few moments ago at his hard on. Now, she could smell more...the closer the shewolf drew, the hornier he got. She could smell the precum on his cock.
The brown werewolf now approached her, growling her question again in the language of the werewolf. "Why aren't you changing?" she growled to Carrie. Carrie simply smiled, looking over at her husband.
"Is this your mate?" the werewolf asked. Carrie nodded. John watched, slightly confused. Was his wife actually talking to the werewolf? The shewolf stepped in closer to Carrie, inhaling her scent much as she had John's a few seconds earlier.
"Give in to it," growled the werewolf, licking Carrie's neck. Carrie's nipples immediately went rock-hard, and she felt herself get wet.
"Mmmmm," Carrie whimpered, glancing over at John, whose mouth hung slightly open.
The shewolf, realizing she was breaking down Carrie's will, again growled, "Give into it," this time licking at the plunging neckline of Carrie's shirt, her tongue lapping at the top of Carrie's cleavage.
Carrie wrapped her arms tightly around the shewolf, shuddering as a wave of pleasure crashed over her. "Fuck it," she muttered to the werewolf, "make me change," she whispered into the werewolf woman's long and pointy ear.
The werewolf complied quickly, tearing open Carrie's shirt, hiking her skirt up as well. John's eyes met Carrie's for a second, and her quickly-yellowing irises told him everything he needed to know.