"This is my place," Lang said, shutting the door behind the both of them. "Now that we're in private..."
Conner, being the pervert that he was, immediately began to get hard. If this was his fantasy, Lang would begin to strip and change into her antro form -
Instead, Lang slapped him.
Conner stepped back, his hand going to his reddening cheek. "Wh-what the hell?"
"I know what you're thinking, pervert."
She's psychic?! he thought.
Another slap. "No, I'm not psychic, I AM your fantasy. You just forgot one little loophole in the whole 'harem' thing."
Conner's mind raced for a few seconds. Realizing his mistake, he muttered "Son of a bitch..."
"That's right, only the pure of heart can be harem protagonists, remember?"
"So...what happens now?" Conner asked, confused.
"It's already happening." Lang grinned, her fangs showing briefly.
Conner looked outside, seeing the full moon rising through the window. "Wait, wasn't it day only a few moments ago-"
"Yes, but I don't think the writer cares very much."
"Oh."
As he watched the moon rise, he felt himself begin to warm up from somewhere deep inside. The heat traveled straight to his ears, which began to stretch and move up the sides of his head, becoming more beast-like.
"Oh, no...You gotta be kiddin' me."
As he reached up and felt his ears, a different change happened elsewhere on his body.