Novella - A date with Groovia part 2/2

“Hey don't fret. That could have gone worse.”

Wes said that a total of three times in over an hour. While his super huge and hot date made quick work of such amateur robbers, their impromptu shower ended up flooding into the kitchen. All the diners had to leave with soaked clothes and a full refund for their troubles. Since the place was going to close in three hours, they decided to shut down and spend time cleaning up once the police took statements. Which is why is the pair found themselves air drying in a fast food parking lot later.

“It was reckless, and you know it!” Naturally, Groovia’s superhero ego took that as a huge loss. While Wes was being a sweetheart helping dry her off with a surprising number of towels from her Mopar, her only solace was no one got hurt from all the careless gunfire. “Stupid hero instincts wanted me to show off for you. If my chest had been slightly lower I could have got someone killed.”

“But you saved the night,” Wes said with a beaming smile. “A little waterlog isn't bad. At least the worst people are complaining about is having to find another source of dinner.”

“Heh. Yeah. That includes us, babe.”

Groovoia took a seat along the side rim of her car. Struts protested surprisingly little to her weight while she reached for one of many brown paper bags piled in the back seat. Once the police had sent them back on their date the only place left for hot chow was the ever favorite drive-thrus of the golden arch variety. Taking out one of the small boxes inside her bag she flipped it open and wrinkled her black lupin nose at the tiny hamburger it contained.

“I had planned for a much more romantic dance than big macs.”

“And I still say it was awesome to see the great Groovia in action.” Wes finished stuffing all the wet towels into the trunk before flopping his partially dried self into the passenger seat. Helping himself to his own bag of junk food he shot Groovia a broad grin. “Why worry about ‘'what if’ so much? No one got hurt, and now I got the rest of Halloween night to spend with one hot wolf. This is already going to be my best anecdotal story for years to come.”

Groovia did not look back, but Wes' words did put a bit more wag in her tail. Their makeshift dinner of greased fried food continued in relative silence. Every now and then some other late drive-thru customers would shout silly things to Groovia. And of course, she was not about to send a captive audience off without a flexing pose for their Instagrams. Such adulation seemed to pep her back to normal in no time. Before long it was close to midnight, the Mopar had its back seat decorated in discarded wrappers, and their clothes had become a bit stiff but dry enough to head on out.

Wes found it amusing when Panic! At the Disco came on the radio as Groovia sped them off. "So where to next?"

"Why a slammin' movie, of course!" Groovia ruffed his blond hair playfully before making a sharp turn for a brief run down the highway. "What groovy date isn't complete without one?"

"Guess you would really like late night showings, eh?" Wes said with a thumb jerk at the moon teetering high over their heads.

"Heehee. Not as much as you might think. Even someone as stellular as me needs her sleep."

"Oh."

Wes saw quite a modest crowd of cars as they pulled into the theaters parking lot. Mostly teenagers, some in costume, hung around the ticket stand and lobby making the most of their party nights. Most of whom suddenly focused all attention on Groovia's towering physique soon as she was spotted. She had to be super careful not to accidentally kick at the horny teenagers trying to wade through them.

"No, thank you! Sorry! I can't take selfies now. Excuse us! We're in a bit of a hurry here. Yes, that wig is super groovy. Clear a path, dig?"

In the end, Groovia did have to put a bit of push into her hips to get them into the theater. Not that a lot of the guys experiencing puberty seemed to mind. Many of them even tried to follow, nearly swarming Wes in the process. Even with her tail draped protectively across his shoulders, such a human date was beneath their time.

“You sure it's okay not to take a few selfies?” Wes teased watching Groovia slide some kind of note to the stunned vendor.

“I got to admit I underestimated all the fans grooving with me in this city. Thank you, babe,” Groovia finished at the vendor when she was passed two tickets. Leading Wes into the lobby, they were both trying not to groan at the long concession line. “But I can't spend all night dispensing the big guns for fans. Otherwise what's going to be left for you?”

Wes gave her a blushing smile, wrapping an arm around her waist best he could for a thankful hug.

"Good to have you back, Ms. Funky!" The usher was another kid looking on the edge of adulthood. But this one Groovia did not mind giving a warm smile to as he stamped her tickets. "You're theater has been set for a while now. We were starting to worry you weren't coming."

"Sorry about that homie. We...had to take a shower."

“Oh...kay?” The usher shot Wes a confused look, but Wes seemed more interested in hiding a blush behind Groovia’s abs. “Well, everything cleared out with payment so just let the concession take care of anything you need.”

“You guys are the best!” Groovia took their marked tickets, giving the usher a peck on the forehead before guiding Wes off towards the hallway of theater showings.

“You made a reservation?”

“Better, sweetie, these guys are so chill on our date boogie I got us our own little private party. That means any treats and a theater all to ourselves.”

Wes blushed at just the thought of them being alone in a whole auditorium. “So what movie do we see anyway?”

“Oh, you’re not spoiling the surprise that easily.” Groovia wagged a finger in mock shame. Before Wes could follow up, he got the soft curve of her hip pushed into his face. A not so subtle nudge towards the concession line. “You hold a place for some sweets while I get things properly set, ya dig? Just show them a ticket and get anything you want on me.”

“Sweet! Anything?” Wes flexed both arms in a much less imposing display to his wolf woman. “I don't think even my mighty strength can carry all of it to you.”

“You're cute! Be back in a flash.”

Groovia turned to give Wes a bap of her fluffy tail before strutting off. There was definitely a lot more bump to her hips with each step now. It sure kept Wes captivated all the way until she finally turned into an unmarked auditorium.

All those hormones entertaining Wes died upon turning to get snacks. The line for concessions had since doubled during their period of flirtatious banter. No point getting upset. He slid his way into the back while he could.

Their little exchange certainly did not go unnoticed either. Soon as Wes got positioned to relax a guy two places down turned to him in surprised awe.

“Dude! How on earth did you score a date with that super babe?”

“Uh…” Wes shifted feet at seeing half the line turn in matching interest for his answer. “T-to be fair I wasn’t planning it either. W-we met on a dating app, uh, Furry Finder.”

“No way! Maybe I should sign up for that. You think Busty Bird is on there?”

That got a minor chuckle out of the line. Wes did note a good number of people going for their phones soon after. A silly exchange like that certainly helped to ease his tension a bit. No more fears about people getting offensively envious with his presence next to a fluffy brown goddess at least. The night was going to be great cuddling up on that mountain of muscle with nothing but a movie to worry about.

“Hey, you can’t just barge in like-WOOPH!”

KA-CHNK!

Well except for maybe the apparent sound of a gun chamber loading.

“You gotta be kidding…” Wes turned but could not finish his sentence with the barrel of a revolver pointed at his face. It gave him a newfound hatred for being in the back of lines.

“Shut up, punk!” shouted a familiar Ghost Face mask, in an extremely torn up black robe. The fact his cheap khaki’s and plaid shirt could be seen underneath would have been funny without the relic weapon being waved about. He gave Wes a hard push into the other patrons, quickly sweeping his aim across them as dawning panic set in. “Let’s do this quick and clean everyone; wallets and valuables in the bags, and we’ll be out of your movie-going experience. Don’t make things difficult for everyone by trying something funny.”

Four more of the ghost-faced thugs began to walk the line stripping wallets and purses as they went. All of them showed extensive signs of wear that made Wes chuckle. The guy that snatched his stuff was even missing a large section of his mask. Something that became a lot less funny when the gruff face behind it scrunched up into a snarl.

“Got something to say to me punk?” He grabbed Wes by the collar to pull them close enough to smell the weed on his breath. “Cause let me tell you, I have had a night and could really use an excuse.”

“Bob, for freak's sake let it go!” shouted one of the thugs further up the line. “He’s not worth the extra five minutes.”

“Shove it, Frank! You didn’t get mauled by the world's biggest bimbo.” His gripped tightened when Wes inadvertently let out the air held in his lung. “Come on, get a good laugh in. I’ll sleep well with money AND half your teeth in my bag of candy.”

A sudden gust sent a cold shiver down both their spines. Wes almost thought the lobbies lights had dimmed with it, but from his vantage point could see that it was a massive shadow being cast by another inevitable arrival.

“Excuse me, laker.” Groovia sounded surprisingly calm despite the fierce glow to her eyes. Her sharp tapping on the masked man's shoulder proved enough to jar his balance but thankfully not dislocate the joint. “You can say whatever you want about my bodacious bod, but that’s MY man you’re trying to hustle up.”

“Oh crap, it’s that mad beast again!?”

“SCATTER!!”

Sad for the poor guy holding Wes that his friends had much quicker reaction times. The entire gang was dropping their collective loot and booking for any direction that was away from the towering afro wolf. When he did recover enough to spring into action, it proved pointless. Not that he posed much of a threat to bullet-proof breasts, to begin with. Groovia caught his arm in mid-swing, applying just enough pressure on his wrist to make the rusted up gun slip out of his fingers with a loud cracking of bones.

“I’m not mad, plum angry though.” With that, Groovia easily tossed the man by his broken hand clear across the lobby. Her aim being dead on to send him crashing atop one of his accomplices just reaching the front exits. “A little case in point there. You okay, babe?”

“Wha-uh?” Wes blinked unable to find words at Groovia smiling down on him over her sloshing chest. It was uncanny how fast her mood shifted like a light switch depending on who she addressed. “Y-yeah. A little shaken but not stirred.”

That barked a laugh that made several tense customers duck. “Oh my disco goddess, that was almost funny hun. Stay chill for just a second.”

Wes blinked, and Groovia was gone in another cold gust of wind. It did not take a second to figure out where she went as cries from the concession stand drew the attention of everyone present. From behind the counter, Groovia loomed with two thugs suspended several feet off the ground by one of her hands. Their united cries for help or mercy made her ears fold with her snarl.

“Look, dudes, you’re the ones that came in here waving weapons and dumping on everyone's party. If you keep struggling, I’m going to-BORF!”

In his flailing, one thug had accidentally swung his fist into a backhand that landed square on Groovia’s nose. That seemed to completely shut the wolf down as her muzzle contorted and eyes went cross trying to exam the struck button. No damage may have been done, but her narrowing glare told just how big a mistake that had been.

***

“To be fair, they could have at least let us stay to watch the movie.”

“Well, you also didn’t have to dunk them into the Slurpee machine.” Wes sighed as he watched the buildings pass by. A few hours of watching a werewolf dispense ‘justice’ and giving police statements later had found them once again on the road. A dashboard clock flashed four A.M. while the light of a dipping moon helped signal this as their last chance for a fun destination. “And all those wedgies you gave everyone seemed a bit overkill. Was hard just to watch.”

“You ever been booped on the nose, babe? That’s the ultimate bugging out button for canines, especially with a newspaper. Just cause my jamming booty can take a ballistic doesn’t mean those rolled up clubs aren’t evil as sin.”

“It’s okay hun. Really.” Wes reached a hand on top of one of Groovia’s on the wheel. He tried to ignore the red and blue tint in the fur on her fingers. “They still gave you a refund, and we can always come back. Can you really blame anyone to want to keep working after that and at this hour?”

“I know but still…” Groovia finished with a hard shudder and growl that had Wes recoiling on instinct. Her breasts puffed up slightly larger from taking a deep breath that she slowly exhaled. “I’m sorry, babe. It’s just I had so much planned for tonight, and it seems like crime wants to literally thwart our attempts at a grooving date. It’d be nice if the world just lets me have something nice to do with you.”

“Hey. For what it’s worth, having you save my life is pretty dang exciting from the human perspective.”

“Y-you almost died, you spoony man.” Groovia laughed despite a cracking in her voice.

“Pfft! That’s not possible when I’m dating a hot superhero.” Wes waited for some kind of retort, but Groovia giggled while wiping her eyes. “So where we going now?”

“Only place that ever helps me after stopping some hoods.”

With that Groovia turned off the road into a surprisingly packed parking lot for the time. Wes could quickly see why as the building it leads to towered two floors above them. A large neon sign showed the outline of a woman on roller skates advertising the place as the ‘Swerve N’ Groove.’

“A skating rink?”

“Yeah,” Groovia said as she killed the engine. As if realizing something she shot Wes a nervous look. “You chill with a bit of booting, babe?”

Wes blushed. “W-well, I do know how. I just haven’t done it in a while.”

“Oh, then don’t worry about that babe.” Groovia popped the trunk to change out her usual platformers with bright blue ones that had glittering pink skate wheels on them. “As your official superhero date, I swear not to let you burn out on any sudden falls.”

Wes would have loved to question what she meant by that, along with the practicality of skates on high heels. However, he could barely get his mouth open before Groovia blazed past at alarming speed. One of her beefy, leather-clad arms wrapped around his waist as she went, suddenly pulling him into the soft comfort of her breasts to carry along the quick trip towards the entrance.

Even this late hour proved not to be a deterrent for the late night Halloween partiers. Soon as Groovia shoved the double doors open with her free arm both her and her human date had to flinch their ears at an onslaught of noise that gushed over them. Chatter from dozens of patrons melded together into an incoherent sea of noise, dotted by sounds of video game machines all across the walls, and blanketed with a backdrop of popping music from a DJ booth. Tables were lined with peoples possessions and snack foods as most were taking to the rink. The lights were down low as a disco ball projected all manner of colors in sync to the thumping beats.

“I can see how you’d call this home,” Wes said with a smirk after Groovia set him gently back onto a carpeted floors.

“What!?” Groovia had already lost herself in the music. Hips jiggled about as each bump sent her skating along the floor.

“Nothing! I should get some skates.”

“Oh! Allow me, babe!” She did not even wait for a response before one push sent her speeding down between tables and storage lockers that circled the rink.

Cheers from fellow customers followed Groovia’s tail shooting past. Wes could not hold back a smirking eye roll watching her take a lap around the sitting area to dish out high-fives and well wishes. Eventually, the enormous wolf made her way back to the rental counter and returned to her date with little human-sized skates in hand.

“How...did you know my shoe size?” Wes said after tying up to find the skates fit relatively comfortable for their used condition.

“I know what you ate for breakfast by smelling your breath, babe.” Groovia blushed despite sounding a bit proud of this trivia. “A werewolf has keen senses, but I’m the funkalistic hyper werewolf of the dance floor. I know a lot about you just by looking hard enough.”

“Is that why you’re looming so stoically right now?”

“No, that’s cause you’re not stalling out of skating with me. Come on dork!”

Wes laughed letting Groovia lead him along by both hands. It did not take long for him to gain some semblance of skill with wheeled shoes. His date was undoubtedly okay with slowing things down so her towering body could act as a balance. Before long they were doing some casual laps around the rink with arms wrapped around each other. The flashing lights and synth music took them to beautiful places.

If only such peaceful moments could last forever. Maybe it was destiny or fate that felt like intervening. Perhaps Wes had his own brand of sixth sense for trouble. In the future, he could never figure out why his head chose then to take a glance at the snack bar. All semblance of peace burned up at seeing the poor cashier girl being pushed aside by four men in Ghost Face masks.

Masks being a generous term as their disguises barely existed with all the rips and chunks torn out. Cloaks barely passed as torn up capes around dirty cheap clothes underneath.

“Um...Groovia?” Wes shook the giant wolfs hips trying to get her out of the humming daze she was in. “There’s something I really got to tell you.”

“Mmmmh!? Don’t get all sentimental already babe.” Groovia did not even look down as they skated past the men with bats and knives. “It’s only our first date, and it’s finally just going groovy.”

“Yeah, about that...there’s a…”

The music suddenly cut out into a screeching static. Groovia let out a sharp bark clasping at her folded ears. Their skating coasted to a stop like many other startled couples. All lights blazed to life turning the room into a shining sun as something drummed on the speakers. Glancing over Wes could see the DJ standing up with a mic in hand; a slightly pale man with pink hair.

“Waaaait, that’s not any of the usual DJ’s.” Groovia gently pulled Wes behind her so plump wolf butt could be his makeshift shield.

Wes was surprised she did not notice such a fact sooner. If the odd epidermis hues were not eye-catching enough, the man's tank top and jean shorts were borderline gaudy even for this establishment.

“Ladies and gentleman,” the man spoke into the mic as he rummaged behind the mixer stand. “So sorry to put a sudden stop to your last minute Halloween enjoyment, but I regret to announce your usual DJ Tony could not make it in tonight on account of blunt head trauma.”

“Oooh, he’s not getting out of here in one piece if he’s hustling Tony,” Groovia said in a low growl. Nudging Wes towards the rink exit furthest from the gang of Ghosts, she began to gently glide towards the pink haired punk.

Of course, her towering presence caught the man's attention immediately, along with the entire attending customer base. The later of which quickly skated to the edges with Wes to give an enraged wolf plenty of space.

“Hey don’t think I didn’t notice your gorgeous tits enter this failure of a rink, funky flapping wolf!” The weird man stepped away from the mixer podium now holding a small steel canister. "Of course even if you ever curbed your ego enough not to make a big show those bouncing beachballs of your would attract anyone's attention in a crowd."

"Hah!" Groovia hardly slowed her skate towards the man. His weapons noodle-like hose and handle were enough to make Groovia bark with laughter. She had no idea what good a fire extinguisher was going to do for him. However, he did seem more confident than the Ghosts keeping a wide berth around the rink. "Look here, turkey, I may be the largest queen of funk, but my irritation with this same band of crackers has swollen bigger than both my girls combined. So if a grody punk such as yourself wants to wreck what's left of what was supposed to be my gnarliest night ever, you better have something amazing packed in that little tin can."

A surprisingly devilish smile spread across the pale man's face. Groovia's pointed ears swiveled to pick up knowing chuckles from the other members of the Ghost Gang. To her surprise, the man dropped his mic to adjust the muzzle not at her, but into his own mouth.

"I was hoping we could make you eat some words," he mumbled around the hose before squeezing down the tanks handle.

"Wait, don't tell me..." But Groovia trailed off as her ears snapped forward to pick up the sharp hissing of air going directly down the man's throat. "Oh, this is going to get super heavy."

An almost ironic statement with how the man sounded like a balloon inflating. It also did not take long before effects to that extent became literally imposed on him. Little by little his whole form began to swell, inching towards the ceiling while bones vanished under rich deposits of muscle. Within seconds he was glaring eye level with Groovia almost matching her in size and thickness. A growth spurt that gave even a super wolfess reason to pause her advance a few feet short.

But the air continued to pump into this punk, causing even more unusual external effects. The rippling muscle bulges became less prominent due to skin brightening an even whiter shade. It was not until he shifted slightly that Wes could see that he had actually grown a very fine pelt of snowy fur. The pink hair did not want to be outdone and also exploded in a wave of growth that puffed out into a wild hip-length mane.

"Oh, lordy. Is he a werewolf too?" Wes said with a nervous gulp. From his viewpoint outside the rink, he could see the man grimace suddenly before a loud POP caused a foot-long spiral horn to erupt from his forehead. "Okay...well he's at least a were-something..."

The man let out a groan sounding a lot higher pitched than moments before. All off his body surged with another rush of muscles, beginning to rival Groovia's sizable power.

SHRRRIIIP!! SNAP!

The tattered sneakers he had been wearing suddenly tore apart. A momentary glance down had a lot of onlookers dumbstruck to see that instead of bare feet the guy was starting to harshly clop around the rink on gold-tinted hooves. A little show of crackling fingers also had him showing off the fact each of his more substantial digits had become capped with the same golden keratin.

BWOOM!

But it was nowhere near as impressive as when his left pec spontaneously surged out into his tank top. It formed a pleasantly plump mound filled with stuff way squishier than air before gaining a bit of hang. Such a sudden appearance of a single breast made the poor guy look comically off balance.

FHOOP!

Until the second breast of equally basketball proportions fell out of his right pec. The new pair of massive mammaries squeezed together inside a top suddenly very snug for their girth, forming cleavage to give even Groovia bitter feelings.

"Mmm, yes!" the man moaned, in an undeniably higher range of octaves. His free, thick horse hand reached up to start massaging one of the newly grown boobs. The air seemed to help keep them insanely firm despite looking ready to overflow the collar of his top. Moans and squeaks continued over that ever constant hiss of air pumping into the mans widening face. He seemed to be enjoying himself while alternating rubbing each of his breasts.

Wes bit his lip hoping Groovia was not about to notice his equally growing interest in this transformation. He was not at all surprised when a loud crack suddenly forced the man's knees to slam together in a very girlish stance. Slowly those daisy dukes began to fill out in whole new ways. The band became loose from the punks ridged waist thinning out, only to stretch around hips pushing outwards more fit for carrying very big foals.

"Nnngggghh!!" The man arched forward as his butt bumped high into the air. A rush of air flowed straight into those glutes causing an explosion from a flat board to bubbling shelf butt. Both white furred cheeks jostled about in their now tight confines, bulging out the underside of each shortcut leg. There was definitely nothing 'man' left as she gave that plump rear several good shakes, coaxing a flowing pink horsetail to slink out a precut hole in the fabric.

NEEEIIIGH-GH-GH!!" A new unicorn mare tossed the spent canister aside. Clasping strong hands deep into the plush mounds of her chest, she threw her head back in a billowing bray of ecstasy. In so doing her jaw extended drastically, pulling nose flush with her mouth to become a fully formed horses snout.

Wes quickly moved to cover behind the rink wall to hide the tent in his pants. Just as Groovia was casting a worried glance in his direction to check for everyone's safety.

"What do you think of this meat, you afro bimbo!?" The mare struck a flexing pose letting pink hair and tail wave wildly from her motions. Biceps bulged, and thighs throbbed showing off the great power of a species built for continuous running. "You can call me the Unpoppable NightMare. Yeah, you ain't the only delicious buff babe with magic powers. Granted it took a while for me to get into it like this. Two years ago a stupid gypsie woman put a curse on me for popping her granddaughter's unicorn balloon. But eventually, I found out the magic that makes me transform if I so much as take a deep breath can be manipulated by other kinds of gases. You can see what helium does to these delicious thunder thighs, right? It was stupid at first, but I can't deny the perks of being even better than the likes of y...what the flying hell is so funny!?"

"Sorry! I'm s-sorry! Hahaha! I'm chill really!" Groovia looked anything but chill, hugging the sides of her washboard built stomach in barking throws of laughter. "It's just...heehee...Jeepers Creepers! You look like one of those corny cartoon ponies that spout friendship on the telly! Hahaha! Sound like it too!"

She was not alone in this reaction either. Only two sentences into NightMare's monologue caused everyone to go from horrified shock to mild surprise, to muffled sniggers. The mare's absurd 'bubblegum' punk appearance was matched with a voice pitched into an apparently permanent falsetto. Wes could not have considered her more ill-fitting as a criminal unless she had symbol tattoo's on her butt. Even her own Ghost Faced thugs had trouble keeping composure with their boss turning purple across her long horse face.

What happened next everyone needed several seconds to figure out. One instant Groovia and NightMare were several feet apart still dealing with such an embarrassing atmosphere. And then Wes blinked to a loud crack. Eyes snapped open to find NightMare was upon her opponent with a right hook straight into Groovia's jaw. Their distance had been closed in one hard stomp, leaving a hoof impression deep on the rink's floor.

Groovia took the blow reasonably well, considering. The wheels on her skates left a smoking trail while carrying her back into the rinks far wall. A foot of solid concrete was no match for the massive rear of a wolf goddess. The entire area exploded away leaving Groovia pinching her tail on an uncomfortably makeshift seat.

"Still think I'm funny you bush head?" NightMare struck a pose flexing her brick of a rear.

"Well, to be fair, man, you look like cotton candy is coming out of your butt." Groovia hefted herself out of the wall leaving an upside-down heart hole behind. Brushing bits of debris off her pants, she gave a toothy smile to the surprised NightMare. "My turn? Okay!"

With a push of her own, Groovia became a large brown blur to the captivated audience. Their only sure way to follow her movements were the little trails of red fire left by her skates. Definitely had to be made of material as sturdy as their owner.

Yet, such speed failed to phase NightMare. She quickly brought a forearm up to block a punch as Groovia shot past. The impact of their muscles alone sent a blast of wind across the humans gawking. Groovia quickly circled around only to get another clothesline parried An opening that almost allowed a golden horse hoof to trip her up in the process. The third time she decided to go for broke and leaped into a full on shoulder rush at those colossal snowball titties.

BWOOMP!

Wes had no idea why anyone would just stand there and take a tackle from someone as giant as Groovia. Then again, NightMare was only outclassed by inches at best. She took all her rival wolf had to offer, digging up trenches in the rink floor while being pushed back several feet. It looked akin to slamming oneself into a foam mattress but significantly hotter. Groovia's head was immediately enveloped in the fatty flesh of NightMare's cleavage. An unexpected result if the surprised yelp from the wolf was any indication. Her skates clanked rapidly as she grabbed each round orb trying to push herself free again.

"MMMHH-NNNEEIIIGGGGHH!!"

The billowing animal cry of a horse in extasy threw Groovia so off guard she seized up halfway through her pushback. She slowly rotated her head out of the horse's breasts to rest her chin upon their plush surface. Looking straight up Groovia stared in curious awe to find NightMare's snout rolled back towards the ceiling. Hot heavy breathes escaped her wide mouth in an undeniable rush of pleasure.

A rush that passed reasonably quick when NightMare lowered her head to stare back at Groovia. Catching her breath, a fist of hoofed fingers rose up ready to deck that smug grin of realization right off that stupid afro muzzle.

Which is why Groovia gave both breasts she was clasping a hard squeeze.

"Maaah! GAH! Whiiiinny!!"

The fist uncurled as it came down to a gentle rest upon Groovia's own cheek. NightMare's whole body gave a hard shudder, knees clacking together in their struggle to keep the buff mare standing.

"Aw, baby!" Groovia relaxed her hands, letting the mares breasts come to rest before rubbing their entire curves. Giant wolf tail began to wag at the high pitched groan that came out of NightMare as a result. "Looks like you pent up all that air and it ain't good for you sugar cube. Bet the gypsy also didn't tell you about sensitivity side effects?"

"F-fuuuuck you, ooohhhgaaawd nniiieegh!!"

Groovia squeezed in tighter to better embrace those sweet mammaries. One hand reluctantly let go so it could pop its way deep into the crotch of NightMare's shorts. At this, the crowd became increasingly confused at the random shift of this confrontations nature. Judging by how the rink boomed with whoops and cheers they probably did not care either.

"S-stop! N-neeeigh no bitch! Not there! Haa paah!"

Oh, Groovia was not about to stop rubbing there after hearing such a cute gulping noise. Her rough wolf pads rubbed and slinked around NightMare's most sensitive lady parts while holding onto her with her free arm. Long as she was working such a lovely lass, Groovia also had no qualms nuzzling deep inside her tank top to get at the puffed out nipples beneath.

If Wes were not finding this incredibly arousing he would have been offended the super villain was getting to third base before him.

"Oooooh no, babe! Remember you started this little dance off. I'm just not about to let such a tender, helpless hussie go without finishing."

"Gggrragh! F-fuck yoooou nnngghh!"

"If you have half the stamina you look I'd be awfully tempted for that dance. But I'm also on a date so let's be quick, dig?"

"Wha-AHH HAA!" NightMare bucked her hips hard feeling Groovia slip in deep with three fingers. It was like they knew right where to find her inflated sweet spot as they began to thrust all along her insides in earnest. If not for the wolfs support she would have collapsed on the floor writhing. "G-get off meeeeee!"

"Oh, I'm about to!"

"N-no! Noo-iieeegh!" NightMare wiggled about. A vain attempt at breaking free, but Groovia barely had to use her strength to keep their prisoner rooted. She was past the point of no return. The heat of all that helium was starting to compact into a tense center right at the wolfs fingertips. Everyone could see the struggle of NightMare's last resistance failing as she bit her lower lip. An affectionate nibble on her beefed neck was all it took to spill over the edge. "Nooo! No nononono! NooooaaaAAAHH! HAAAH! NOO NEEEIIIIGGGHHH!!!"

Groovia quickly pulled her hand out of NightMare's shorts to keep her steady. The horse's legs gave out in hard spasms upon reaching her orgasmic crescendo. Each hard buck of the hips against Groovia came with a high whinny towards the heavens.

But while those sounds were met with high approval by the rinks customers, Wes and a few others noted a much different tune almost as loud. Directly from the horse's crotch came a sharp squealing noise. The fabric of her shorts muffled it slightly, but it stayed at a consistently fast pitch. Groovia grinned wider as her directly holding NightMare allowed her to feel the horse shrinking at the same pace of air escaping out her crotch. Ridges of her epic muscles thinned out, followed even more drastically by the loosening of her clothes around dwindling curves. Hooves split back into toes that softened into pink flesh. Bushy tail and mane flattened limp as they fed back into the deflating body. After almost humping the wolf for a minute Groovia could not help giggling at holding a very tiny, very exhausted, human man once more in her arms.

Wes had to admit Groovia exhibited lots of patience waiting for the man to come down from such an orgasmic deflation. She cradled the guy almost like a newborn watching the intelligence return to his eyes. After a few seconds of staring each other down, it seemed to dawn on the guy something was off about his viewpoint. A lot of people giggled at watching him hold up a skinny little hand to wiggle it in confirmation it was his.

"This...uh...this isn't going to end well for me, is it?" he tried a weak smile.

Groovia showed every last fang smiling back. "You and your boys officially wrecked my date. This isn't going to end well for you, no."

***

Stars were vanishing from the sky as Groovia pulled her Mopar back into the parks visitor lot. She picked a space just one down from the more warn car Wes had indicated as his own. Both were a bit bummed out to see the sky starting to brighten into blue from a rising sun.

"Well..." Groovia sighed killing her engine. "I guess that could have gone worse."

"At least they didn't charge you for the damages to the rink."

"Hey, most of those were done by that laker horse's hooves." She shot him a small side smile. "Not my fault their wall was built weaker than my dazzling junk."

"Heh. Maybe they'll polish the groove you left and name it after you?"

That got the first genuine chuckle out of Groovia since they left the rink hours ago. "Aah. I can't wait to read the social media on this night. Facebook will probably make a dozen memes of me before lunch."

"Well," Wes said tried to hide his blush rethinking about their past exhibitionism. "You did kind of handjob a villain into submission...and then drench him in nacho cheese and chilli...before hanging him upside down by the disco ball."

"I just wanted one date!" Her outburst made Wes nearly jump out of the car. "Sorry, babe. Crime fighting can make a gal pent up as well. I just wanted to be myself with someone that can dig a gal like, well, me. Are you seriously grilling on me!?"

Wes shook his head struggling to keep his laughter to a minimum. "No, no! It's just that I'd say you accomplished that perfectly tonight, right?"

Groovia cocked a suspicious ear towards him. "I'm sorry, babe. I'm out to lunch here. What's this mumbo you spouting?"

"Well, I mean this IS you, right?" Wes patted Groovia along one of her trunk thighs, enjoying the muscles bulging through such tight pants. "A super awesome werewolf that has everyone's best interests at heart. Yeah, you like to show off, but I bet you love inspiring all those people that we can groove just as well as your fine booty."

"You really giving me the lowdown here?"

"Absolutely!" Wes coughed. "Also seeing you and NightMare squishing boobs together was super hot. I think I'm still aroused."

"Oh, I've known that for hours, babe!" Groovia took a deep breath through her nose to emphasize the point. "But I'm glad you like the spice I'm packing. I just wish we could have had the grand groovy time I planed."

"It was super groovy in its own right. And hey, we can at least get one thing right."

"Groovia finally turned to face Wes with both ears perks. "Oh yeah?"

Wes rested a hand on her's, staring longingly into those golden predator eyes. "Hey, you're not thinking of ending this adventure without a good night kiss? It's the least I can do to thank you."

A sharp barking laugh blasted warm breath in Wes' face. The unmistakable smell of nacho cheese was on Groovia's gums. "You got me there, babe."

Groovia slowly closed her eyes, picking up her muzzle until her lips were appropriately pronounced. Wes made sure they were lining up proper before following suit. The size difference made him worry as he felt Groovia shift to lean in closer. He really did not want to ruin their last moments with an awkwardly placed kiss.

Which is why both were confused and annoyed when he ended up planting a kiss right between her eyes. Confused eyes shot open taking several blinks to realize Groovia was not looking as down on Wes as usual.

"W-wha-NNGGH!" Groovia shot back up in her seat clenching her stomach. Pressure built up deep inside her until her bodies instinctive resistance gave before it's force. Immediately Groovia blushed a bright purple feeling a rush escaping from her body. Squeezing thighs together did nothing to help staunch the flow regardless of their thickness. The harsh constant hissing of leaking air helped Wes figure out what was happening and where.

"Aaah! N-no! Not now!" Groovia looked at her hands to watch fierce claws slowly retracting back into fingernails. The fingers themselves shrinking while their pads thinned back out into human skin. Her gaze whipped towards the sun creeping up over the horizon, hair gaining a lot more swing from the afro losing its puff for a more flat red tinge.

"Groovia?" Wes gulped watching his date literally deflating before his eyes. His hand never left her thigh but was constantly shifting around as muscle mass dwindled. The very fabric of Groovia's pants lost its firm denim to become blue cotton. Both legs rapidly crept up feet no longer possessing the meat of a bodybuilder.

"I...I'm sorry, Wes," Groovia said in a voice cracking much softer. All hint of her jive accent faded while her muzzle shrank back into her face. Its pearly fangs losing their edge in the process. "Normally I can stay wolf during the day, but all that thug fighting knocked me out. I got nothing left without the moon."

Wes nodded watching Groovia look increasingly ill-matched for the large driver's seat of her car. The leather of Groovia's jacket began to pull itself back together already in the process of returning to a blue sweater. With a heavy sigh Groovia pulled the large round spectacles out of her cleavage, already half it's former glory and leaving, to put them on a half human nose. The natural bridge of a person was quickly forming while her nostrils gradually lost the rough black texture.

"Are...are you going to be alright Groo..."

"It's Lana now." the shrinking werewolf slumped back into her seat. She kicked ideally at the floor watching platforms return to regular slip-on for her human feat. An awkward shifting of her hips allowed the wolf tail to snake it's way back under her skirt. The last bit of epic wolf to bid Wes ado before a normal nerdy redhead sat next to him once more.

Before Wes could respond Lana's Mopar gave out a loud groan. Luckily Lana took hold of his hand while the once spacious car began to compact in on itself. Seats lost their beautiful leather for a feeling of being used. It was especially weird when the roof grew back over their heads. At least the seats felt far more snug for normally sized butts. When all the metal finally stopped groaning, Wes glanced to Lana. She squeezed his hand staring back with shimmering green eyes. Light from the rising sun glinted off her glasses making that adorable young face look even sadder.

"So...uh..."Wes coughed trying to say something, anything to break this last flaw in their plans. "If you can do that almost any time, how does next Thursday sound?"

Lana rocked back like the question had attacked her. "Y-you serious?"

"Yeah, why not?" Wes smiled as his other hand brushed stray hair out of Lana's eyes. "You don't even have to bring the wolf. We can just make a day of it. I ain't about to leave a superhero out on the first date."

"I...I...er...Yeah! Of course!" Lana bit her lip quivering back tears. She quickly pretending to clean her glasses to wipe them away. "C-can I at least have that kiss?"

"Now what did I just say?" Wes said before pulling Lana in close by their shared hands.

It was a beautiful touch of magic to start their day on at least. Lana gasped into Wes's mouth momentarily surprised by their lips meeting, but she turned it into a moan as she leaned into it harder. Soon they were wrestling lips like true pros. Their hands roamed across each other's bodies. Hot breathes escaped out the cracks in their eagerness to keep tasting each others passion.

Maybe it was the thought of having a threesome with Groovia and NightMare that inspired Wes for his next course of action, but he would adamantly deny such inquiries. The notion of hot air filling his mouth brought back memories of both woman's regressions, so it felt natural to at least test a theory. Before Lana could even notice him pull back, Wes had already taken as deep a breath as he could before giving a kiss that sent the contents of his lungs down her throat.

"Mmmphhhh rrpppt!?" The pressure immediately returned to Lana's stomach, mounting rapidly with all the air Wes blew in.

FOOF!

They separated in a bit of a daze by the rushing sound of something expanding. Lana giggled suddenly feeling dizzy. Something shifted around atop her head with each movement, making her reach up to realize her bushy black afro had returned.

"Oh my..."

"Wow, it actually worked." Wes was all smiles when his and Lana's eyes met.

A second later, Lana returned it with a devilish grin of her own.

"What's say we go back to my place and try out the extent of your lung power, babe?" Lana said with the deep resonating voice of a sixties disco goddess.

END.