Jen writhed underneath the beast's grinding, feeling her flesh start to give way to fur, and teeth to fangs. The first few droplets of musk began to creep from her vagina, which had started to quiver as it assumed a new shape. Against her will, she began to lift her ass up, unable to hold back the change and its pleasures.
Out of nowhere, a gunshot rang out, and her brother howled in anger and pain, rolling off of her. The shock temporarily halted her changes, startling her out of the arousal. Two more shots were fired, both solidly hitting Sam in the torso. Jen covered her head, afraid the shooter might miss and hit her. She heard her brother's outraged howls continue as he bolted down the hall.
A few moments later, Jen heard a woman's voice. "Miss? Miss? Are you alright? Can you get up?"
Jen cautiously lifted her head, seeing a uniformed policewoman standing over her, her hand still on her gun. Jen nodded.
"Are you hurt, Miss?"
Jen shook her head," Just scared. What was that thing?"
She'd decided that playing stupid was her best bet.
"It would be better if I let my commanding officer answer any questions about what happened here today," she said, her voice acquiring a bit of an official tone. " And judging by the beast's rather unusual interest in you, I think he'll have some questions for you as well. I'd like you to come with me."