"So," Marsha asks, scratching the Justine-wolf behind the ears, "What did you think?" She and Lisa exchange quick glances, smirking slightly.
"That..uhh..." you stammer, "That, uh..was...intense."
"And now that you've had your wish; you've seen your werewolf transformation," Marsha began, "Is it all that you hoped it would be?"
"And more," you reply.
"And what did you think?" asked Lisa, "Did it make you fearful, forcing you to realize your place in the world, knowing that we exist outside the realm of horror movies?" She steps close to you, nose to nose, a maniacal grin plastered across her face. "Are you scared now, knowing that it would take just a moment for me to abandon my human form, and tear out your throat if I wished?"
"No," you say, half smiling, "The whole thing kind of made me horny."
Lisa and Marsha both look shocked; you can't tell what's going through Justine's mind, as werewolves don't have the most expressive of faces.
"Really?" Lisa asks, "What was such a turn on?"
"Well, with Justine, it's her innocence. She's got such a kind face and pretty eyes. Watching that all melt away, and being replaced by something stronger; it's erotic as all hell," you tell them, not feeling self conscious at all. The Justine-wolf stands up on two legs, walking to you, reaching out with a taloned paw, caressing your face gently. You reciprocate, stroking the fur along her face and neck. "Don't get me wrong; you're totally cute," you say to the werewolf, "And I'm pretty sure that when you change, you girls put out a ton of pheremones, so I'm sure that had something to do with it." The Justine-wolf licked your face and made something akin to a yipping noise, very unwerewolflike. "But I'm also sure that any pheremones had only a secondary effect on me. This sort of thing is something I've had dreams about since I was a kid. It almost seems to be my destiny."
The golden werewolf clings tightly onto you, shuddering violently, pulling you down on top of her. You feel her fur beginning to retract, and her form shrivelling. Soon, it's just Justine under you, naked, human once more. "Oh...ummm...let me just...get off...of you," you stammer, standing up, feeling very conscious of being on top of the naked girl.
Justine gets up and kisses you on the cheek, laying her head against your chest for a moment. She keeps an arm wrapped around you as she says to the others, "I like this one. Can we keep him?"