Paul smiled at the women, licking his snout with a slightly enlongated and wider tongue. The women looked at him with hungry eyes, their barely-contained desires clear on their faces. Paul found himself quite eager now, his cock straining at his pants. He began to get up and head toward the crowd of ten elegant, beautiful women, when the woman behind the bar said in a commanding tone, "Sit, boy!"
Paul immediately sat back down, giving her a confused look.
She smiled at him, looking as hungry as the rest of the ladies. "We don't do guys here.." she said, adding. "At least not ones that still have as much of their humanity left as you."
"But I.." Paul said, pointing to his face.
"Don't worry, stud...we'll help you lose it," she cooed. "Until then, just sit back and enjoy the show." She glanced out to the assembled women, smiling darkly. "Ladies, it's time to get Moonstruck!" She turned away for a moment, hitting a switch on the wall behind the bar. The whirring of machinery could be heard, and the roof began to slide open, revealing a full moon whose light cascaded down upon the women.
A dark tribal beat began to play on the audio system, and the women began to sway back and forth, staring at the moon. Their eyes flashed yellow, and they all smiled at him with teasing glances before pairing off with one another.
Paul could smell their arousal as they began to rub against each other. Soft gasps began to fill the air as they responded to each others' touch. All of them became covered in a light sheen of sweat as the dance continued. Their embraces became tighter, their grinding a bit rougher. The women began to nuzzle and kiss as the beat increased tempo.
Their hands began to roam now..hands that were starting to sprout fur to match each individual woman's hair color, with nails that were slowly growing longer. The women began to pull at their partner's clothing, growling louder. Their ears stretched higher now, growing pointed, and they smiled at each other with fang-filled mouths.