"No. No," comes the insistent voice and a sharp tug on Greta's mauve colored silken sleeve. It's Nina, her fuzzy hand sporting long knifelike claws, and as you look, her freckles spread into dark blotches across her peaked, pulsing cheekbones, her wolven nose flaring as her bright animal eyes plead.
Greta recoils, her russet streaked fiery mane lashing against her own sharpening features. "How dare y-"
"You can't just take her like that!"
"She chose me! You know the rules. She's allowed to have what she wants for her first howl. And I'm honored to give."
"So you can pin her down and lord over her too? Like you did me?"
Greta snarls, jagged fangs forming a cracked, glossy wall. "This is not the time to play victim, Nina. You weren't then, you aren't now." Greta growls, her voice dropping in pitch. She winces, kinking her head and rolling a shoulder, splitting a seam of her mauve blouse with a grunt, sending rust colored fur through the rent in a jutting tuft. "She wants me. I kissed her and she liked it. She will need, and if you interfere now, her want will t-"
"This is what you want!" Nina bawls, her rough voice a yowl as she clenches her fists, pulling at the ribbons in her hair, sending the blue-black locks into a tumble down her shoulders.
"Not me," Greta grins, and your heart beats faster as your chest lifts, and you note that Greta's hand is still on your shoulder, grinding thickly as the claws extending from her fingers slide dangerously. "You are going to Change," she purrs thickly. "And lose all those silly things that hold creatures like Nina back." You hear threads popping as your underclothes part in places, your muscles spreading them past what they can take, tightening soft things against your skin. "You can take your place. With me. Right now. I'd like that very much. Nina's nice. I'm better." Your nose flares to scent her, and her want, the sharp tang of woman, and something more, earthy and lush. "You know it now. You like what you tasted in me?" And that taste, that electric passion, tingles on your lips that throb against your teeth... "There's a lot more we can do before the night is over."
You hear it, and watch Greta's right ear, pointed and thick, pivot to listen to it too. Nina's gathering growl as she balls her fists.