As Brandon continues to pound his werewolf beta, he notices that Rick is shedding. Long strands of hair rain down like dry leaves on an autumn day. Clumps of fur are collecting underneath Rick's body. He's down on all fours receiving. Brandon is amazed, at first he thought Rick was changing back into a man, but no it's got to be something else. His exposed skin is all shiny and scaly, and he seemed to be shrinking, which felt really good on Brandon's cock. At first, Brandon thought it was just the shedding making Rick look smaller, but he sooner realized his wolf partner was shrinking.
"Rick are you okay?" Brandon asked as the transformation rapidly accelerated and the now small sized man shrank to about the size of a half dollar. Brandon's werewolf reflexes were fast enough to catch the tiny brightly colored fish just as it popped off his tail and completely transformed. It looked like a Siamese fighting fish. It flopped around in his hands, while Brandon looked nervously around for help or at least some water. He could smell water - it was getting closer. He turned toward the smell. There was the sound of crashing leaves, and a blonde-haired male werewolf entered on his hind legs carrying a plastic baggy of water. It was wearing gold lame shorts.
Brandon stared with his jaw open.
"Helloo," howled the new werewolf, "I suppose that was a bit unnerving. I, mean, having your hot date become a cold fish like that in the middle of sex. Here put ricky in this water and twist tie him up. Now let me introduce myself, I'm Lamar. Lamar," he repeated as if Brandon should know the name, "but my friends call me Big Bad. You can call me anything you like, my new little packman."
Brandon took the water filled baggie and put Rick the betta inside it. He continued to eye the new werewolf suspiciously, as it did what could only be described as a model walk along the deer path. Lamar wiggled his hips slightly as he glided along the leaf strewn ground gracefully turning and glancing over his shoulder before executing a complete turn to face Brandon in a pose with one paw forward and one hand on his thigh and the other resting against a nearby tree. Brandon stared in silent disbelief.
"Now, first let me assure you, all werewolves do not turn into fish when they have sex. I overheard Rick fawning all over you. Big ears don't you know, the better to hear you with," joked the blonde werewolf, "And Rick went on about being a beta, and well, I had this little spell I've been dying to try. And well, beta and betta -you know beta as in sub, and betta as in fighting fish. Well, don't worry, he'll change back into his old fuzzy self in an hour or three. In the meantime, why don't we get acquainted. My ears aren't the only big thing, I've got that give me the nickname Big Bad."
Lamar's eyes gleamed, and his white fangs shone in the moonlight. A musky odor filled the glen. Brandon licked his lips, and carefully set his bagged fish in the hollow of a tree stump. Then he turned his full attention to Lamar. He flexed his body, arched his back and hurled himself across the opening in the forest.