Aisha

The wolfess loudly spoke, indignant at her partner's antics. "I do not know of any 'Janet', my name is Aisha! No more teasing!" With that, she swiped at his chest, plastic claws skirting his flesh. Any closer, and she'd have drawn blood.

Mark mouthed the name 'Aisha', not daring to utter a sound.

Janet, somehow merged with this other...this 'Aisha', looked away. Her naked body twisted as she peered through the doorway into the kitchen. Her nose twitched, the wolfess audibly sniffing the air.

Underneath her, Mark recalled the name of the suit he'd ordered, and the consequences started to dawn on his.

"What the...what the...?"

Aisha glowered at her lover, irate at his interruption. She held her palm firmly against his chest and kept him pinned. "No more talk."

She stood, placing one foot flat against the floor and heaving her new body upright. Mark felt the weight of the wolfess on his chest as she used him for support. He felt his cock slip from her smooth pussy — a farewell kiss by her thick, contracting nether-lips gracing his manhood as it slid past. He lay there, sticky and sweaty, as his girlfriend straightened her posture — legs planted either side of him.

"That was a good mating. You make me feel good."

Aisha cracked her neck and stepped over Mark. Her foot-paw made a slight rubbery squelch as it gripped the hard part of the floor; her whole body covered in tiny folds and joints that, when you held your ear to them and listened super-closely, squeaked like two balloons rubbing together.

The whole dismount occurred in slow-motion. Mark felt trapped in an eternity of shock and horror as the grey-skinned goddess standing over him moved incredibly gradually. He glimpsed his white cum, a blob of his essence nestled between the fat lips of her pussy. A single, long streak of sparkling liquid snail-trailed its way down her thigh — a glob of his seed at the end.

"Now — time for food."

Aisha walked without shame, supposedly 'naked', to the kitchen, Mark's cum leaking down her leg. The sway of her inflatable tail mesmerising the hapless guy.

She reached the fridge and found food. Plenty of raw meat that she immediately devoured — her jaws chomping the juicy flesh, slicing it into chunks that slid their way down her gullet; impossibly so, if this was just a stupid costume.

Alas, the time for thinking that was far in the past. Irrefutable proof that this was no mere sexy cosplay had placed itself before him. And quite literally fucked his brains out!

Mark gave one last look at her before exhaustion took him, a single thought resounding through his head:

What the fuck just happened!?