You backpedal quickly, getting to the door in seconds, acutely aware of the somewhat mind-fogging effect of the musk. Part of you wants to stay, because it doesn't smell that bad, really...NO! You open the door, and the fresh air clears the fog, as you can finally smell something that wasn't musk. That's when you remember Becky.
You look over your shoulder and you see Becky not moving, simply staring at the shewolf. The shewolf isn't attacking, simply staring back at Becky, a feral, wolfish grin on its muzzle.
"Becky!" you shout, breaking the hold on her for the moment, and she turns, looking at you in confusion.
"Jen?" she asks, sounding almost sleepy or mesmerized. The shewolf capitalizes on the distraction, and lunges forward, grabbing Becky, putting her into a bearhug, and then forcing her face down into the werewolf's pussy.
At first, Becky fights against it, but as the werewolf forced more musk and cum into Becky's mouth, her protests grew weaker quickly, and in a matter of seconds, Becky is a willing participant, eagerly servicing the shewolf as she drenched her face with fluids.