Chapter 2 - A Sudden Change

Victor, in front of her, looked like a hulking humanoid wolf, and she was pretty sure no costume in the world included a cock like that, red and glistening and with a pair of big fuzzy balls hanging under it, and *lifelike*.

Next to her, Malicia was still crouched in the same position, squatting on Tim's dick, but now she wore the same shape as during the concert earlier, another wolf, sleeker and with a darker mane of heir flared out behind her. And with a pair of pinkish nipples peeking out from the sparser fur on her heavy breasts, and a wet, pink pussy visible behind a bigger tuft of fur clamped around Tim's length.

Further down the room, Diego had turned into the sleek, yellow-and-black spotted jaguar. His legs with their double joints looked too long and complex to be a costume, and the cock still buried in Alexis looked very real as well.

Sandra swallowed hard, aware that everyone in the room had frozen and seemed to be holding their breaths. She turned her head to look at Remy. He, too looked like a wolf. Sleeker than victor, but bulkier than he had been a minute ago, as a human. When he saw her looking at her, he winked a yellow eye, and his expression changed into what was probably a smile. It was hard to tell, with the muzzle full of sharp teeth.

When he shifted position slightly, she couldn't help the moan that slipped from her lips at the feeling of his thicker cock moving inside her, but even that wasn't enough to break the moment. She was still -- like all the other fans in the room -- frozen in uncertainty.

A few seconds later, a loud, "What the FUCK?" echoed through the room from Jenny's direction, breaking the spell. Tim let out a yelp, and Sandra took a breath, ready to... Scream? Shout? Agree with Jenny? Scramble away?

She wasn't sure yet, but then Remy patted her butt, very gently, and a voice from beside her said, "Look, don't panic, OK?"

Sandra didn't recognize the voice at first, but when she turned to look she realized it was Malicia. Her voice was deeper and huskier like this -- more like her singing voice, in fact -- but still undeniably sounded human.

That made Sandra relax a little. It didn't seem as if the band was actually threatening them.

"Now you know the secret of why our costumes look so realistic on stage," Remy rumbled from behind her.

Sandra was very aware that his hands were still on her ass and that his cock, thicker after his transformation, was still buried inside her. Victor's cock was still standing at the ready in front of her face, moving with every breath he took and filling her nostrils with its musky scent. A giggle escaped her at the absurdity of the situation.

"So, what, you're all like, werewolves?" she asked. "'Cause Remy and I were talking about the historical legends about those-"

"Fuck, who cares?" Alexis said, loudly. "We all wanted to fuck the band, and now they look like we expect them to! There's a dick inside me, and it feels even better now, so if you don't start moving again I'm gonna have to take things into my own hands! Fuck now, ask questions later!"

She hooked a hand around Jenny's neck and pulled her in for another kiss. Jenny hesitated for a second but then responded in kind.

Malicia, still squatting on Tim's cock, let out a series of barking laughs that turned into moans when Time thrust his hips up.

"I kind of agree," he panted, "you actually look really hot like this."

His face turned even redder than it had been from his earlier exertion.

Sandra looked around as the other three groupies returned to their interrupted activities. She looked at Alexis, kissing her friend Jenny while Diego the jaguar trust between her legs. She watched Tim as he panted under Malicia's renewed pounding, and at the way his eyes glittered as he stroked her furry hips.

She looked up at Victor, his cock throbbing in front of her while he himself watched her and waited patiently. She looked back at Diego, still frozen behind her with his new and improved cock buried in her pussy, his clawed fingers making dimples in the flesh of her ass as he waited for her to make her decision.

Whenever she had thought about meeting the members of Howl, she had subconsciously always imagined them 'in costume'. She had seen them looking human in interviews of course, but their appearances during performances were much more vivid in her mind. Maybe it was that fact that made the situation feel so much more natural than it probably should.

In any case, the thrill of pleasure that ran through her body as she shifted position fractionally and made the wolf-cock inside her move the tiniest bit made up her mind.

"Oh, what the hell," she said out loud, then lunged forward and caught the tip of Victor's cock between her lips again.

He tasted different now. Stronger. She found she kind of liked it.

When the three of them started moving again it broke the tension that had been holding the guys in front and behind her motionless, and they returned to their own previous activities. Sandra tried to concentrate on the different, but just as pleasurable, sensations they provoked now, and intentionally pushed aside all questions and thoughts about implications for later, just like her earlier thoughts about the taste of her friend's pussy on Victor's cock.

She kept her eyes open, though, trying to catch all the strange sights now happening around her. From what Sandra could see around Victor's bulk Jenny wanted to experience the newness as well. She quickly broke off from kissing Alexis and moved, straddling the other girl's stomach so that she could kiss Diego instead and run her hands all over the golden fur of his torso.

Behind Sandra, Remy laughed and thrust forward, pushing her to swallow half of Victor's newly-enhanced cock. As he began picking up the pace again, he bent down until his muzzle was by her ear, the fur on his chest tickling her back.

"I should warn you," he teased, "we can get a little wild, like this."

He kneaded her ass, claws pricking her skin, and sped up. Sandra laughed as much as she could with Victor's length in her mouth and let the sensations overtake her.

Very quickly, the three of them fell into a rhythm, Sandra getting pushed back and forth between them, Victor's cock filling her mouth as Remy's left her pussy and vice versa. Remy's transformed, girthier cock hit all the right spot inside her while Victor's scent and taste seemed to touch something primal in her, and she felt that she was rapidly approaching her third climax of the night.

She had almost reached it, could feel her body tingling as it approached, when Malicia's panting from beside them abruptly cut off. A second later, she let out a howl that made Sandra's eyes snap open to look. The vocalist was sitting bolt upright on Tim, her fur puffed out and her tail standing out rigidly from her body. Then her body shook once, twice, three times as her fingers tensed and relaxed, leaving white dimples on the skin of Tim's chest. Her head lolled, and then her whole body relaxed suddenly and she fell to the side, landing on the floor with a thump. Tim's cock was left standing upright, glistening with their combined juices.

Both Victor and Remy had stopped moving at the sudden distraction, and as soon as Malicia hit the floor Remy spoke again, his hot breath tickling Sandra's ear.

"You can tell she's the singer of the band," he said, a laugh in his voice. "Don't worry, her first orgasm is always like this."

Sandra had not actually been worried. She was more concerned with her own orgasm, which was getting away because of the sudden lack of stimulation. She was about to say so, too, when Victor suddenly pulled back, his dick popping out of her mouth.

"Sorry," he rubmled, clawed fingers combing through her hair, "but it looks like the boy needs a little help. Mal's left him right on the edge, poor thing."

She almost whined in disappointment, but then Remy wrapped his arms around her and sped up his thrusts, his hips slapping against her butt.

"Then I guess you're all mine," he rumbled by her ear.

She shivered and turned her head to kiss him. It was different when he was like this. The muzzle, the sharp teeth... It made her very aware, more even than just seeing him or feeling his fur against her skin, how bestial his shape was.

When his tongue came into play, bigger and more dexterous and wrestling with hers, she found she rather liked it.

Figuring out the kissing, combined with the new tempo Remy's thrust were setting, soon took up all her concentration. The rest of the room lost all significance as her world narrowed to the feel of Remy's fur against her skin, his breath against her face, and his cock hammering her pussy. She was barely aware of groans, moans and yelps from the others, but she didn't pay them any attention as Remy quickly pushed her the last, short distance toward orgasm.

She screamed into his mouth as she finally came. Her pussy clenched around his cock. He didn't even slow down, pushing the intensity of her climax higher and higher until she squirted all over his cock. Her arms turned weak and wobbly and she collapsed forward onto the carpet, and still Remy didn't stop. He fucked her prone body into the ground, hammering against her ass while the aftershocks made her twitch, each thrust setting off a new burst of pleasure. She wasn't coherent enough to ask him to stop, and didn't even know if she wanted to.

It seemed to last forever, even though it couldn't have been more than a minute or so until Remy's jaws closed on her shoulder, not hard enough to puncture the skin but definitely hard enough to get her attention. Then he gave a final thrust, hard enough to bury himself completely inside her and push her forward a couple of inches, and froze like that. There was a pause of half a second, and then his cock seemed to swell inside her and she felt a jet of hot cum spurt into her.

Even though her orgasm was trailing off, that got another moan from her that trailed off into a sigh as more followed, filling her up with Remy's seed as he finally relaxed and collapsed onto her back.

They lay together for a few moments while their breathing slowed down. At first it was comfortable, covered in Remy's fur, his weight holding her down.

But, as the tingling in her body receded and normal feeling returned, she realized that he was really heavy. It was nice and cozy, but it also made it hard to breathe. When she felt she could control her arms again, she pushed up at his shoulder.

"Hey, move?" she panted.

Remy made a sound of surprise that turned into a chuckle.

"Am I too big for you?" he teased.

But he moved immediately. One arm pushed against the floor, rolling him onto his side, while the other caught Sandra around her waist, keeping her pressed against his chest, moving her with him.

The movement set off a jolt of almost unpleasantly-intense sensation from her pussy. She realized that his cock was still all the way inside her. It felt even bigger than it had when he had been fucking her.

"What..." she mumbled, her hand moving down to touch the place where their bodies joined.

Another chuckle. "Yeah, sorry about that. We're kind of stuck together." A warm, soft-furred hand stroked her cheek. "It'll be a couple of minutes until it goes down. I could pull out now, but that's usually uncomfortable."

"Oh. Right," Sandra said, as that brought up some half-forgotten facts about dogs. And, apparently, wolf-men. "It's okay. Nice, even," she added, patting the front of her crotch right over the slight swell caused by his cock.

She turned her head and kissed him slowly, languidly for a while. It was... different, kissing someone with a muzzle, Her tongue brushed sharp teeth, and it took a couple of tries before they managed to find an angle that worked. In the end, it was mostly a matter of their tongues wrestling, a contest in which Sandra was very much at a disadvantage. Not that she minded. Remy's tongue was big and agile and he knew how to use it.

She wondered if, when they had recovered a little, she could persuade him to use it on some other spots on her body.

It was a pleasant way of coming down from her peak, but after a while the rest of the world began to return, drawing Sandra's attention away from their little warm cocoon of fur. the moans and groans of the others began filtering into her awareness. Reluctantly, she broke away from the kiss to see what they were up to.

The first people she saw were Victor and Tim, and she briefly wondered how she could have missed seeing, or at least hearing, them even while she was involved with Remy. Victor was kneeling, ass on his double-jointed lower legs, with both arms around Tim's torso, keeping the smaller boy's back pressed to the fur of his chest. The position held Tim's butt just above the wolfman's crotch, allowing his oversized, red cock to spear his asshole.

Despite the awkward position, Victor was bouncing Tim up and down forcefully, every movement thrusting his cock into him almost all the way, from the tip to the thicker part just at the base. Tim's dick, normal-sized but seeming small compared to Victor's, was rock-hard as well, and every thrust made it whip through the air, occasionally flinging droplets of pre-cum through the air. Tim himself didn't have much influence on what was happening, but from the way he had an arm wrapped back around Victor's neck and from the loud moans and groans het was letting out as his head lolled about with the almost-violent movements, he wasn't complaining.

Sandra stared, her mouth falling open. She had watched porn before, of course, but she had never really been interested in gay stuff. Now, though, the sight of the smaller boy pistoning up and down on Victor's massive cock... The heat of excitement had been cooling to a comfortable glow while she had been kissing and cuddling Remy, but now it roared back to life.

"Wow, I, uh, didn't know that Victor was into guys," she said, stupidly, and as an afterthought added, "or Tim, I guess."

She heard a giggle, and caught sight of Malicia, laying on her side beyond the two guys. The singer winked at her.

"You've got to admit, the boy looks like someone who appreciates some cock," she said. "As for Victor... He's not really looking for a relationship with a guy or anything, he just likes fucking one in the ass now and then."

"Huh," Sandra replied, barely listening.

Her gaze stayed locked on the guys in front of her, even as Victor slowed down and let Tim settle on his lap, cock buried deep in his hole and began to grind into him. Tim turned his head, pulled Victor toward him, and kissed him desperately. As she watched them, Sandra barely noticed when Remy moved from behind her. She shivered when his cock slipped out of her, but she didn't turn away from the show in front of her.

The next thing to get her attention was the feeling of a hand on her side and of a warm breath by her ear.

"Looks tasty, doesn't it?" Malicia asked, softly.

Sandra nodded. She was too entranced to even try to act cool about it.

"Go, then," Malicia said, fingers skimming over Sandra's side to give her butt a squeeze. "Touch. Taste. They won't mind."

She finished by giving Sandra a light swat on her butt, which snapped her out of her trance enough to stumble into action.

Sandra got to her knees and crawled forward. She looked up at Tim, making eye contact. He gave her a wide, slightly-maniacal smile. Encouraged, she crawled forward until Tim's cock, bobbing up and down as Victor's thick length pumped and ground against his ass, was right in front of her face. She licked her lips again, then darted forward.

She caught the glistening tip between her lips, and the salty taste of his copious pre-cum immediately hit her tongue. She moaned, and took more of him into her mouth, then began using her tongue on him. Other than that, she didn't have to do much. His shifting position as he was moved on Victor's thick rod made his cock move in her mouth without her intervention. She looked up and caught Tim's gaze. He didn't look too steady, his eyes unfocussed and his mouth slack, but she thought she saw him smile.

Sandra savored the taste of him, the feeling of his hard length between her lips, touching the back of her throat. One of her hands crept toward her pussy and began rubbing it lightly, not really working toward an orgasm but just keeping the pleasure going.

After a couple of minutes, she wanted more. She ran her other hand up Victor's leg, still marveling at the feeling of fur under her fingers. She caressed his calf, then brushed his thigh. Then, she reached his crotch, and her fingertips touched the soft tuft of hair covering his balls. She hesitated for a second, then moved further. In Victor's current shape and his state of arousal, they were too big to really hold. She cupped them, lifted them in her palm and caressed them. Victor began to move more at the contact, his cock pumping Tim's ass harder and deeper, making little spurts of pre-cum drip into her mouth. He had to be close, now.

Sandra's hand moved a little further until her fingertips reached the bottom of the knot at the base of Victor's wolf-cock. As she brushed the slick, sensitive skin, Victor let out a roar and gave another big, powerful thrust upwards that made Tim shout and almost pulled his cock from Sandra's mouth. Then, as Tim came back down, Victor *pushed*, and Tim's moan cut off as his breath caught in his throat. There was a strained moment, and the bulbous knot of Victor's cock popped into Tim's ravaged hole. Tim fell the last few inches, his hole closing on the base of the monster cock and holding it tight. The rim just touched Sandra's fingers where they had been caressing Victor's tool.

For a moment, all of them froze. Sandra watched as Tim's head lolled as the feelings overwhelmed him, and she smiled around his cock. Then, muscles in his thigh trembling, Victor began to grind again.

"Almost... there," his voice came, strained with effort.

Sandra wanted to see it. Wanted to see both of them come undone in front of her. It looked like Tim was just on the edge, too. She resumed her oral efforts. Sucking, twirling her tongue, moving her head back and forth just the slightest bit, enough to give friction but not to let too much of him out of her mouth. Tim let out a stuttering groan. Her hand moved. With her fingertips, she caressed the point where the guys' bodies met, running them along the very base of Victor's cock and the edge of Tim's straining hole.

That, along with a grinding movement of Victor's hips, was enough.

Tim groaned. His cock seemed to grow even harder in Sandra's mouth for a moment. Then it pulsed against her tongue, and pumped a jet of cum down her throat. She pulled back quickly, so that the next spurt filled her mouth and she could properly taste it. Her tongue didn't stop moving, continuing to caress the edge where the head of Tim's cock met the shaft, drawing out the pleasure as he spurted again and again.

Where her fingers touched his asshole, she could feel that straining hole tense and spasm as his climax overcame him. That was the final straw for Victor as well. The huge wolf-man let out an moan of his own and his whole body tensed, his grip on Tim slamming the boy down all the way on the cock impaling him as Sandra felt Victor's balls tense against the back of her hand. Victor held the position for a few seconds as his moan trailed off. Then all his muscles seemed to slacken at once and he fell backwards.

Tim's cock was pulled from Sandra's mouth, spraying a last jet of cum across her face. She whined involuntarily at the loss. Then she steadied herself and took in the sight of the two guys sprawled out in front of her. Victor lay on the floor, his balls still twitching as he pumped Tim's ass full of his cum. Tim lay spread-eagle, half on Victor's chest and half on the floor, but his hips still held in place by the thick knot up his ass. A spray of his own cum covered his chest, and little dribbles were still dripping from the tip of his dick as his orgasm slowly receded.

It was not the kind of sight Sandra had ever expected to see, and she had never though about whether she would enjoy it, but right now it made her feel like her pussy was burning up with desire. The cum on her face was making her face burn as well. She was panting, her fingers between her legs now rubbing frantically, her mouth still full of cum that she was unwilling to swallow.

She almost spat it out when a hand touched her shoulder, and she whirled around to look into Malicia's yellow eyes.

"Hey there," she wolf-woman said, her hot breath caressing Sandra's face. "The boys get you all hot and bothered?"

Sandra nodded, grimacing as a drop of Tim's cum escaped from the corner of her mouth.

"And now they've left you to deal with it all by yourself." Malicia's hand cupped Sandra's cheek, the soft leathery pads of her fingertips caressing her jaw. "That's not nice of them." Her tongue darted out from between sharp teeth to lick her lips. "Want some help?"

Sandra, her body burning with need, could only nod.

Malicia's answering smile revealed more pointed teeth. Women had never done that much for Sandra, but this look made her shiver with desire to be touched. She didn't have to wait.

Malicia shuffled forward until she was pressed against Sandra, her furry body warm against her side. Her arm brushed Sandra's back, and claw-tipped fingers turned her head until they were nose to nose. Her other hand nudged Sandra's away from her pussy, then fingers touched the lower lips and a pad brushed just above her clit.

"Let me," the vocalist whispered against Sandra's lips, as her finger began rubbing circles above her sensitive nub.

Sandra gasped as fingers spread her pussy open. Malicia's eyes went to the dribble of escaping cum, and she smiled sharply.

"I'll want a reward, though."

She closed the last bit of distance as her tongue darted out again. She captured Sandra's mouth with her own. She wasn't shaped right for a real kiss, but like Remy she let her strong tongue do the work. It wrestled with Sandra's, scooping up the hoarded cum. Malicia let out a moan as she tasted her stolen prize. Sandra was put out for a moment, but as the wolf-woman's taste joined Tim's in her mouth and a nimble finger began to rub her clit in earnest, she gasped and surrendered to the pleasure.

Sandra had never been with a woman -- let alone a wolf-woman -- but Malicia clearly knew what she was doing. She kissed aggressively, her clawed fingers in Sandra's hair holding her head in place while her tongue wrestled with Sandra's and sharp teeth nipped at swollen lips. Sandra moaned and covered Malicia's hand between her legs with hers, encouraging her efforts. With the other she reached out and ran it along Malicia's body, feeling the fur against her palm.

When Malica's fingers had Sandra good and worked up -- which did not take long -- she went further, using two fingers to spread her pussy wide and sliding a third in up to the second knuckle.

Sandra's breath hitched as the singer's finger began sliding in and out, her palm rubbing along her clit with every stroke. She raised her free hand further, to a fur-covered breast, and began massaging it haltingly, trying to return some of the pleasure that Malicia was giving her. She had never really touched another woman's boob before, let alone one covered in fur, but she tried to apply her knowledge of what she herself liked, caressing the underside and lightly skimming over the hard nub of the nipple.

It was hard to keep her concentration as Malicia slid in another finger, and then almost impossible when her head was tilted back by the firm grip in her hair. When Malicia's lips and tongue left hers, only for the singer to lick along her jaw and up her cheek, her own efforts stopped entirely. When that tongue returned, she realized what the goal of that had been as her mouth filled with the taste of Tim's cum again.

Sandra moaned as the wolf-woman's tongue left and returned several more times, carefully lapping up every gooey drop that the boy had spurted on her face. By the time that Sandra's face was completely clean again, she was trembling against Malicia, shuddering with every strong thrust of her fingers.

It couldn't have been more than five minutes since the singer had started touching her, but already she had been pushed to the edge of orgasm, not that she had been far away after the show Victor and Tim had given her. She bit her lip, trying to hold on just a little longer.

Malicia noticed. "Just let go," she murmured against Sandra's lips as she increased the pace of her finger-fucking. "Come for me."

Sandra opened her eyes -- she hadn't realized they had fallen closed -- and met Malicia's gaze. Malicia's yellow eyes were intent on hers, her expression filled with hunger, as far as Sandra could make out in this shape.

Sandra swallowed hard, once. She noticed the wetness around Malicia's muzzle from their frenzied kissing. And then her eyes found a little white dot of Tim's cum just above her lip. The thought of what it was and how it had got there was enough. With a wordless shout, she surrendered to the pleasure and let her climax wash over her.

Her body jerked against Malicia's as the other woman's fingers slid out of her spasming pussy. Her eyes remained locked on Malicia's, who drank in the sight of her as her shout trailed off into a moan. Sandra relaxed against Malicia, then craned her neck for another kiss, this one more gentle and slow than before. Malicia responded in kind, then let herself sink sideways to the floor, taking Sandra with her until both of them were lying on their sides, their heads pillowed on the furry bulk of Victor's chest.

They lay there, kissing softly in each others' embrace, while Sandra came down from her peak.
