The Problem with Wereclones

(contains MtF TG, werewolf twin TF, mental changes)

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A full moon hung in the sky, emboldening many nocturnal predators into a wilder night than usual. Music boomed off the club walls as the establishment's metaphorical heart. People both anthro and human-based their every action to its beat, whether they were aware or not. Many danced, some drank, others shot pool and mingled.

None of these extraneous activities applied to Deiser. The man sat at the bar completely out of his element, one hand tracing bored around the rim of his apple juice. Most of the group he had come with were already out there, mixing it up with the shaking hips and swishing tails. Not that he would have been getting plastered if he was not the designated driver, but sheesh, he was not the type to randomly start talking to strangers. It would be nice if at least one of them walked up to him for a change.

"Wow. I've never seen someone look so aloof on a party night. What's eating you?"

Perhaps there was something to be said for wishful thinking. Deiser snapped out of his half-sleepy fantasy world to face the speaker, only to recoil in surprise. It took a second to realize he was staring down a big red nose, attached to a lighter red wolf snout. Lights from the dance floor reflected off rows of smiling fangs along with the rhinestones of her blue dress. It gave an unwitting horror movie vibe to any unsuspecting human.

"I'm Sally," the wolf woman said, sliding onto the seat next to Deiser without asking. "How you doing, big boy?"

"Um, hi?" Deiser took a moment to chug his juice, regaining much of his composure. "I don't know about big, but you can call me Deiser."

"If you insist!" The wolf crossed her legs to get a bit more comfortable in that alluring short skirt. Burning brown eyes roamed over the human's body, as if able to see through the heavy trench coat he wore over everyday casual wear. "Not much of a barfly, I take it?"

"Yeah." Deiser's mood quickly soured again, thinking about why he was in this noisy club, wasting a cute canine's time. "Some of my coworkers roped me into being their designated driver. I probably would have left them an hour ago if I wasn't so nice...and being paid overtime by the manager."

"Oh?" The wolf's pointed ears flicked, her gaze roaming over the sea of moving bodies across the dance floor. "Is he the one trying to get it on with the deer and gazelle? Hope he figures out those are the wrong trees to bark."

"Heh, bark. Wait, how'd you know he…?"

"I know everyone here." Sally waved the bartender away before he even got close enough to offer a drink. There was a surprisingly smug grin on the worker's face as he moved onto other patrons. "Well, almost everyone with how often I like to hunt here. That's why some new boy just sulking by himself is kind of interesting to me."

"Thanks, I guess." Deiser continued to nurse his apple juice, eyeing up the canine with his own chestnut eyes. Red decorated every aspect of this woman in a variety of shades. Her nose and paw pads were the darkest, crimson made up the majority of her body, and a bright pink composed the fluffy locks of her boy-cut hair. It really helped compliment all the blue wrapping her amazing curves. "Not much about me to tell you, though. Unless you want a lecture about the quarterly meeting we sat in today."

"Then how about a kiss, you dork?"

Deiser sputtered, apple juice dripping down his chin. "Wait, what?"

"Geez. That's all it takes to get you flustered?" Sally offered him a napkin to wipe his face. "Wolves love getting to know each other through smell and taste anyway. And I haven't been having much fun all night, either."

"W-well, I guess I can't get drunk off a little lip service?" Deiser gave a meek laugh that promptly stopped when Sally's delicate palms cupped his cheeks. The squishy texture of her canine pads was hypnotic in their own right, to say nothing of her longing gaze.

"Clearly, you've never been kissed by a girl before."

That almost warranted an angry retort, but Sally slowly leaning in with muzzle lips puckering up squashed Deiser's pride. He considered fighting the gentle pull of her hands at first and then decided to just take the dive. With a lung forward that surprised Sally, their lips met with a loud smack. Mutual surprise turned to a pleasurable enjoyment as Sally eagerly worked her elongated face against Deiser's. Delicate furred hands moved to caress his head down to his shoulders, while some firm pushing against her hips hinted at where the human's hands were exploring.

Deiser's mind swam with amazing sensation, not just the firm figure Sally sported but the array of smells. The wolf had not been kidding about the importance of noses. He could smell everything off her from the pine scent of shampoo to the bacon she probably chewed on for breakfast.

Eventually, lungs forced the pair to break for air sooner than they would have liked. Unfortunately for Deiser, Sally's instincts were sparked. She refused to simply take a break, pushing her wet plump nose against the human's cheeks in loving nuzzles. Nostrils flared and whistled with her sharp sniffings enjoying the smell of pineapple cologne and leather trench coat. Diser gave off childish giggles when she sniffed down his neck, offering no resistance when she opened his jacket to give his shoulder playful nibbles.

SMACK!

"YIP!"

"Hah! Look at this; even crazy Deiser is getting lucky tonight! Keep it up, ya dork!"

Deiser heard a soft yelp followed by a searing pain where Sally's fangs had sunk deep into his flesh. The fresh taste of blood overwhelmed the wolf's mouth, causing her to recoil in frantic spitting. By then, the coworker Deiser barely recognized had already sauntered off with a slight wobble to his gait. He glanced back at Sally, watching the wolf lady pull her skirt back over her rear where the drunk jackass had goosed her.

"Oh, god, fuck...I am so sorry about that," she said between more spits and tongue wiping. The bartender had picked up on what happened and brought over paper towels and gauze just in case. "I swear I don't have rabies or anything. Geez, that looks bad."

"Just a flesh wound," Deiser said with a laugh. Sure there was a steady leek of red fluid staining the inside of his coat now, but it was far from the worst injury he ever received. Once he wiped away the drying blood, he could see the punctures were barely the size of pen points. "Besides, I think that was my assistant manager. He never was one to keep his thoughts to himself."

"Or his hands. Rwarg! I think he tried to get three fingers in my cunt." Ignoring the look Deiser gave, Sally got to her feet, taking a few sniffs in the air before facing the direction the man had shambled off in, ears and tail erect for the hunt. "You should go get that cleaned up, sweetie. I'll buy you a drink once I have some choice words with that ass."

"Please don't get me fired?" Deiser offered, only getting a discouraging wink in response. 

With his potential new date storming off, Deiser decided to probably head her advice before applying any gauze. He thanked the bartender and wadded through the crowds in search of bathrooms. Good thing whoever built this place wanted to play to large gatherings; they had at least three separate facilities for any bodily emergency. There did not seem to be any need for an emergency anyway. Deiser brought himself over to the sink and mirrors barely feeling more than small throbbing pains in his shoulder.

"What..the hell?"

Deiser had shed his coat and shirt to wash off his wound only to find there was no longer one. Calling the injury 'healed' might have been a bit of a stretch, as well. Any bite marks that might have remained on the skin were covered over by a pelt of fine crimson hairs. Deiser's reached up to brush his shoulder, not even flinching from bruised nerves. The strands were definitely growing out of him, making the little patch rather pleasant to pet.

"Yack!?" A sharp tickling against Deiser's palm made him recoil. More of the tiny hairs were sprouting from his skin, enlarging the patch to quickly encompass his whole shoulder. From there, it poured in every direction across his body. The young man twisted and turned, trying to catch sight of the flowing red covering up his peach-toned back and chest. The gentle warmth it brought would have almost been pleasant, were he not freaking out.

More fur trickled in a waterfall down the neighboring arm. Deiser held up the limb awed by how the very mass under his growing coat shifted and flexed; bones adjusted and muscle firmed, taking on a sleeker, yet toned, shape. A cramp seized his hand before it too shrank into a delicate furry paw, each finger tipped with plush black pads and blunt claws.

Deiser got two seconds to admire his new feminine animal hand before a wave of heat overloaded his senses. Both mismatched extremities latched onto the marble sink to keep his legs from buckling. Sharpening teeth clenched in hissing breathes as nostrils flared wider. When the tension abated enough for him to open his eyes, the view was blocked by a curtain of exceptionally long red hairs.

"Aah?" Brushing the locks away revealed an odd sight of Deiser's face in the mirror, only a lot hairier. The black hair had exploded into a cape of bright pink locks. Sharp triangle ears flicked about on top of his head with alien muscles. The big red nose bulging out of a misshapen half-muzzle made Deiser's eyes go cross for a second until something bright shining through the window averting the attention. Catching sight of an enormous full moon shining in from the parking lot sent a shiver down his spine. "Wait a sec...did I just get bitten by a dang were...wolf?"

The voice that left Deiser's blunt mouth was not his own, yet hauntingly familiar. Now he recognized the face slowly forming in the mirror since he had been talking to it not five minutes ago. By then, fur had grown to encompass his upper body and vanished under the belt. While his remaining human hand succumbed to paw feminization, a pressure in his backside drew more pressing concerns. Deiser twisted to watch in the mirror as a long fluffy red tail unfurled itself over the rim of his jeans. The seat itself promptly plumped up until the denim creaked taut from the rich fat inside. A sharp popping of hips helped further mold Deiser's butt into a luxurious childbearing shape.

"Oh no!" he squeaked in Sally's voice, paws clamping on his furry chest tight. It did nothing to stop the flesh from squirming under her palms before steadily inflating back against them. In just a few rapid breaths, he had to release the painful pressure on his ribs, letting a pair of soft furry mounds to bounce into a heavy hang off his pecs.

Deiser had just comprehended the extent of her drastic transformation when the bathroom door clicked open.

"Hey, Deiser? You in here? The other two bathrooms had some vulgar people, but I want to make sure you're...oh!" Sally stopped mid-step with one high-heeled foot paw inside the men's bathroom. Her eyes remained locked on the near mirrored image of herself standing ten feet away in loose men's jeans and no top. Much as the wolf loved her baby girls, they were not a welcome sight on someone else. "Aw, fuck! I'm sorry, hun. I forgot it was a full moon tonight."

"Wait, so you really are a werewo-ORGH!?" With a loud snap, Deiser's glasses fell off her nose as it extended outwards in a spurt of fresh skull bones and sinew. A long canine tongue dropped out of her chin before being swallowed back up in her jaws gradual extension. Her face winced, trying to fight through the pressure, but it became too much. The pain barred down on the former human's thoughts, pushing them aside for a new presence as she became compelled to cry out like the beast she was. "Aah...aah...AWWOOOOO!!"

"Ugh, always with the howling. That's so embarrassing." Sally cringed at the cliche reaction Deiser had upon completing the transformation into, well, her. "And here I was hoping to get laid tonight. God damn it, moon phases."

The fresh red wolf heaved a few breaths before relaxing out of her dramatic howling pose. A few confused blinks decorated her gorgeous furry snout while taking int the semi-clean bathroom surroundings. It was only when her eyes settled upon the better dressed Sally that things seemed to click into place. Lips parted into a bright fanged smile of recognition before the wolf that had been Deiser rushed over in a hug.

"Oh, hi, me! So great for you to stick around after I finished changing this dork. Are we going on a double date for some dick?"

"Not with us being more infectious than the bubonic plague right now." Sally sighed, remembering that one night long ago when she tried getting freaky during full moons. It was not fun having a man's junk invert into a copy of her pussy right before the climax. "You don't still have a dick, do you?"

The clone blinked a few times and stuck a hand down the front of her pants. "Nope! Fully functional plumbing here. Why?"

"Wishful thinking. Put your damn shirt back on while I go collect the jackass that groped me."

The other Sally tilted her head in a confused manner that even her original found adorable. "What happened to him?"

Sally rubbed the bridge of her muzzle with one hand, wishing she had thought this night through a lot better. "Let's just say I put a little too much claw in my slap. I'll probably have to settle for a narcissistic threesome if I want any satisfaction tonight."