As she slowly slinked to the runway, moving with a wholly animal grace
without me having wished for anything to be "extra" about her, I saw
the hungry gazes of both the men and women in the club as they stared
at her. Every single person that I could see was eyeing her with lust
and desire, and she smiled as she toyed with her gown, enjoying the
lust that she engendered. That's when it dawned on me-the thing I
REALLY wanted.
Covering my mouth with my hand, I spoke softly, not wanting to be
overheard, though the booming music would probably have prevented
that, nor to be spotted by someone who could read lips.
" Aside from myself,I wish that every man and woman here would
transform into a werewolf, and be concerned only with sex, changing
back only once they'd had an orgasm in their werewolf forms, but
completely taking no notice of me."
A shimmer of almost invisible energy suddenly shimmered through the
room, mistlike and ethereal. Suddenly, Veronica snarled, dropping to
all fours, raising her ass in the air and staring out at the crowd
with yellow eyes.
All around the runway, patrons answered with growls and snarls. The
room quickly grew heavy with the scent of bestial arousal and sounds
of transformation.
Claws grew. Ears stretched. Clothing was torn, revealing pulsing
breasts growing covered in fur, and extra sets emerging. I grew hard,
pulling myself out of my jeans, unable to keep my hands off of my
member as I watched a patron grinding her changing slit against the
emerging muzzle of another dancer.
The male werewolves were massive, putting on muscle as their shifting
hardons were polished by women with black and leathery noses and long
tongues.
Once the changes were finished, every werewolf seemed to find another,
though there were others still working at getting themselves off,
flooding the room with pheremones of their fucking, climaxing quickly
again and reverting.
The reversion was only slightly less arousing, and I found myself
exploding with the stroking of my own hand, before sliding myself into
my jeans again. As they got to their feet, all of them seemed confused
about what had happened. None had noticed me yet, but I wondered if
they might.
As the naked horde of patrons and strippers gathered the scraps of
their clothing, I made my next wish.