"Well, hello ladies," Paul said with a smile, unable to keep a confident smile off of his face as he took in
the reality of the situation. He was feeling awesome. He felt...strong for some reason, like pointedly strong.
He was the only man here. There were ten women, each of whom easily would rate an eight or higher on the ten
point scale.
There was part of his mind that was warning him that something wasn't right here. First off, he was feeling
TOO good, like he'd been drugged, perhaps. For a moment, Paul started to get paranoid, but then he brushed it
off as the women got closer. None were saying a word, just smiling at him, and exchanging glances with each
other.
Admittedly, that was bugging him more, the way the women moved in unison. It wasn't normal. Not to mention, it
was as though they'd called each other up to make sure they'd all match. While their dresses were different
colors, every one of them was wearing a dress with lace-up sides that hugged their bodies. It was painfully
obvious the way their nipples were sticking up against the fabric that none of them was wearing a bra. And
Paul could smell that they weren't wearing underwear either, and MAN...they smelled good.
"You ladies smell good.." Paul said, feeling stupid the moment he said it. The women giggled and smiled
knowingly at each other. Blushing slightly, Paul tried to redeem himself from sounding like a moron. "I'm
Paul."
"We're the Pleasure Island Ladies Pack," said one of them, a fairly leggy blonde.
"So you know each other?" Paul said. Again the women giggled, exchanging knowing looks.
"We know each other...VERY well..." the leggy blonde said, giving him a sultry and seductive look as she
turned to another blonde and planted a long kiss on her with a soft moan.
"Oh wow.." Paul muttered, getting uncontrollably hard as the good smell of the ladies seemed to increase.
All of the girls began to kiss, some of them ceasing to pay any attention to Paul at all, not even giving him
another glance.
"GIVE US THE MOON!.." one of them said, in between kisses, a sentiment that was echoed by all of them.
"Huh?" asked Paul, whose heart was starting to hammer REALLY fast now. It was something in that phrase that
turned him on, as odd as it sounded. Well, that and how good those ladies were smelling. He was captivated,
getting off of his stool to sniff and nuzzle at the back of the neck of one of the women, before jumping back
in shock at his own almost involuntary action.
The bartender smiled, hitting a hidden switch and causing the roof to retract, bathing the room in moonlight.
Paul shivered as a heat enveloped him, and he unconsciously backed into a shadowed corner of the room,
captivated by the women, but out of the moonlight. Something about that light made him feel weird, not that he
understood it.
The moonlight clearly had an effect on the women too, he saw. His eyes didn't believe what they were seeing,
as the women began to growl in unison, and their bodies began to swell. The laces of their dresses strained,
then popped, and as each one's clothing fell away, it was evident that fur was racing across their skin.
Half dropped to their knees, raising their asses in the air as they licked the mounds of their partners. The
sounds of their transformation-growls, the rustle of fur, moans, the sound of bones reshaping and muscles
popping assaulted Paul's transfixed senses. Now it wasn't just the maddeningly great smell..it was the
sound..all of it simply served to get him harder and harder, even as he watched each and every one of them
shifting into a bipedal wolf, with wobbling breasts and muscle, covered in fur and dripping musk.
God, he wanted to join them! But..the thoughts, they weren't right. They weren't his! Paul tried to clear his
mind...he was having the ultimate fight or flight response. Well...fuck or flight, to be honest..