Sitting back at the bar, “Can you believe that asshole!” John remarked then ordered a whiskey drink. He was having fun until then and wanted to fix his mood with stronger alcohol. Mary however, was kind of turned on by the whole thing. She liked the idea of two guys fighting over her – then fucking her. It felt primal … right. Mary smiled at John, “It’s only natural, instinctual John. I’m the hottest girl here, and I’m with you, my sexy boyfriend. It’s inevitable you have to defend me.”
John responded, “Well, I might still have to. I’m probably going to have to fight that fucker in the parking lot.” John looked around to see if that guy had left.
Mary wanted John to fight for, and she wanted him to win. Somewhat drunk, Mary had an idea. She pulled out the vial and while John wasn’t looking she spiked his drink. “She smiled, well I’m very confident you’re going to win that fight – my big sexy Lion!” She lightly kicked him with her foot, and slapped his hip with her tail.
John laughed, “That tail looks so right on you, it’s almost real!” Then he knocked back his drink. Mary smiled, eagerly. Mary was to drunk and horny to see how this could go wrong. She thought the changes would be slow. John and everyone else would be too drunk to realize it wasn’t a costume. John would soon be part lion, and would easily kick that guy’s ass.