Jon's body quivered in impending orgasm, and he moaned, tantalized by the scent of Karyn's animal sex. It swirled through his mind, vaporizing the last of his will as the wolf tongue continued to pleasure him.
Horny beyond measure, he grabbed Karyn's furry ass and pulled her to him, burying his tongue in her sex.
The two friends ate at each other for hours, each orgasm fueling them for more. Karyn's lust proved nearly insatiable, and her howling rocked the house to its very foundations.
Jon felt her own heat rising, something palpable beneath the surface of his skin. He sought more pleasure to stem the tide, barely aware of the sprouting black hairs on his back.
Karyn, however, was acutely aware of what she had done. She had mated, and gave the girl pleasure to accompany her rebirth.
Jon snarled at the intense feel of Karyn's tongue on his now fur-covered vagina, and dove deeper into her carnality. He licked and bucked against her bestial lover as his feet stretched and his face became a feral mockery of his former self.
The original she-wolf stroked the forming tail of her lover as four new teats ground against her own. They howled in unison as he became, and pleasured each other for hours afterward.
Jon woke groggily the next morning. Through squinting eyelids, he saw his room had been torn to shreds. He felt his body; still feminine, yet somehow more so.
Karyn was sprawled across the bed, its mattress ripped to uselessness. She smelled of wolf musk and sex, and Jon felt something within him stir.
He snapped back suddenly. What happened? He thought.
Crying came from the other side of the hallway. He looked and saw a baby girl, banging on the floor in a desperate attempt to get his attention.
Mom?
The whole night came back to him: Sarah's curses, Karyn's lustful fury and his transformation.
"Oh, shit," he whispered, burying his head in his hands.
