Meld you between both it, and Lyla.

You couldn't help but shudder, as you felt it's tits start to merge with your chest, as a primal need to accept your fate, threatened to overwhelm your mind with animalistic instincts, clinging to your very being.

Yet somehow, it's only now you feel it cry in tension, as it's slurping all your fears of this unity. But satisfied relief, in everything you are, mind and soul. Will complete it's evolution from a sapient, to sentient instinct. That would surely, make Lyla one happy, and satisfied Were-girl.

Still. You shuddered at how in your half-absorbed state, in spiritual assimilation. That were-pussy was still fucking your sex. Even as it ceased to be just about instinctual mating, and more of an internal masturbation.

By the time you came. It was through the being of Lyla herself, who felt her clit excrete your manly cum right down the toilet pan. Resisting the urge you felt to howl in primal dominance, towards the whole lair.

You stared at her/your sex. Feeling relief that you have not grown a shaft, nor shaft. Just a feminine clit, that somehow also functions as your dick. You just knew it, in satisfaction, on becoming the ideal breeding machine, Lyla wished to be herself.

"Good grief, for it to trigger so soon?" You said, resisting the urge to purr, on how her thoughts, are not just yours. But is reluctantly, feeling your thoughts are now hers.

Or how her instinct, has fully assimilated you into it's feelings. Now satisfied it can do more than overwhelm Lyla whenever it pleased. But finally, how you will make both Lyla and her instincts whole.

"Awoooo~" A feeling that's becoming all the harder to suppress. As Lyla howled within the bathroom. As thoughts on how this felt so good and permament.

And the worst part, over being satisfied on now being able to mate with your human-Lyla?

wolf-Lyla can't help but feel the desire to do it all again, with more than a boyfriend-turned-gut. Instinct-mate. But to a beautiful girlfriends, as thoughts of having multiple, feral wombs to bear a litter of puppies, crossed your mind for a second.

And the feeling that she could be in control, next full moon. Ripe for all Hallow's Eve. As your guide couldn't help but lick her lips as instinctual plans, to excert dominance across the entire campus, crossed her mind.

"Good grief." You said, still feeling uncertain on how you're going to handle an inner Beast, that's now John incarnate. And more than just sharing, but is thinking on how to fufill your inner, secret desires as well.