"Why don't you have a seat with us, and watch the fun?" The man says, gently guiding you, along with the woman, over to the bar once more. You and Becky both WANT to protest, but it's just easier to sit, and the man and woman are so nice, not to mention, attractive. You don't necessarily want to leave THEM, no matter how strange the evening is becoming, nor how scared you are of the werewolves.
The man is positioned behind you, massaging your shoulders; the woman is doing the same to Becky. It's very relaxing, no matter how chaotic the bar is becoming. The bartender snarls, fangs sliding over her lips, tearing at her shirt. One of the girls slides off of her stool, her clothing shredding as she puts her face between her friend's thighs.
"You can't deny how arousing this is, can you girls?" The man asks, massaging your shoulders more firmly, pressing against you somewhat tightly. You'd be lying if you said you weren't enjoying his touch, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't find some of what you were seeing arousing.
"It's...ummm," you mutter, struggling to get ahold of your thoughts. Your face is flushed, and you can't think straight. You're acutely aware of just loving the feeling of the man touching you, hell, just being around him and the woman.
The men at the bar practically explode with fur and muscle, transforming in what seems like only seconds into werewolves. One leaps the bar, taking the bartender from behind, while the other takes one of the transforming girls. The sounds of copulation and transformation merge. Feminine moans turn into feral snarls and growls. It's powerful and frightening, seeing the nightmare made real, but it's also quite arousing.
"Jes...Jesus!" mutters Becky, looking as confused, scared, and turned on as you are. The five werewolves turn, staring at the four of you. The bartender and the werewolf who'd just finished fucking her howled, leaping up onto the bar in front of you, snarling, their fangs inches from your faces.
"Children!" yelled the woman, "That is enough!" She made a dismissive gesture with her hand, waving them away. "Go, find your sport elsewhere tonight!" The werewolves backed away, and with the other three, quickly headed out the door, leaving the two of you alone with your companions.
"I suppose at least one of you has figured out who we are," the man said, smiling at you.
"Yeah," you reply, feeling a bit queasy in the pit of your stomach, "You're the alpha male and female."
"Very good, my dear girl," the woman said, reaching out, stroking your face. "But can you tell me why we saved your lives?"