Claire Robertson walked over to Bob Simmons, with her shirt still undone.
He could see the pert nipples of her breasts poking out through the shirt folds, which made his weretiger penis even more erect now than it was earlier.
"Uh, Bob. Do you have a moment?" asked Claire.
"Certainly. What can I do for you?" he asked in return, smiling at her.
"Although there's someone else I love very much, to be with him I need to be a were, and I've decided that I want to be a weretigress," Claire said proudly.
"I see," said Bob, his cock now becoming fully erect at the possibility of inducting Claire and ushering her through her first transformation, as well as the potential of having a great night of sex with her. "I, most of the other men of the pride, and even some of the women would be more than willing to do the honors."
"I see," said Claire, looking down at the huge erection Bob was sporting.
"I'd even be willing to do it right now, if you'd like."
"Really?" asked Claire, looking forward to gaining a fursona.
"Did you take your first weretigress birth control pill within the last hour?" he asked.
"WHAT?" said Claire, as she stopped dead in her tracks.
"I see," said Bob, looking at her more closely. "I guess someone hasn't fully explained everything about weres to you yet."
"Well, I have asked a lot of questions of every were I've met, but I've also been told that guide book I was given is seriously out of date," replied Claire.
"That it is," agreed Bob. "Well, one thing about weres that you must know is that our reproductive cycles are high. It's a rare event for a male were to be shooting blanks, so to speak, until well after what passes for a were's middle age; and were females are HIGHLY fertile. Scientists at Moon Lake College and Tachibana Industries are still trying to find something practical for the men, but the best they've been able to come up with so far is species specific birth control pills for the ladies."
"Really. First I've heard about this," admitted Claire. "The closest I've come to any discussions about sex is that it's the best way to undergo your induction to were society, and that most mixed couples who have a child, the baby tends to be the species of whatever gender its matching parent is. You know, boys favor the father and girls the mother."
"Still being single myself, I'll have to take your word about that last part, but I'll definitely agree with you about sex and transformations," said Bob with a toothy smile. "However, while it isn't an official law in Moon Lake, it is socially accepted that a sexually active female were either has to be on birth control, or tell her potential partner that she isn't and would like to have a child, even if she doesn't expect the man to be there for anything more than the creation process. If it wasn't for the pill and our guidelines, the world might have been overrun by weres generations ago."
"So what do I do?" wondered Claire. "While I have no problem with the concept of becoming a were, the man I love is a werewolf, but that's not for me. I've always been interested in the big cats and..."
"I get it," said Bob, realizing where Claire's mind was at right now. "But unless you'd like to ask one of the ladies to initiate you tonight, I'm afraid you'll have to wait until you have your birth control prescription to become a were, regardless of what species you want to join, unless you don't mind becoming pregnant the same night you gain your fur coat."
"GEEZ!" said Claire, as she started buttoning up her shirt, much to Bob's disappointment. "I didn't realize it'd be so complicated to become a were. I'm already making arrangements to move here and transfer from my current college to Moon Lake's, but I'm not ready for motherhood yet."
"Don't worry about that last part. Weres are VERY long lived. You can still safely carry a child to full term and give birth until you're at least 200 once you're a were," revealed Bob.
"Really?" asked Claire in amazement. "How long does the average were live?"
"There's a lot of stuff that any were doesn't have to worry about, like most diseases, even the sexually transmitted ones. We've got one hell of an immune system that our scientists have yet to duplicate for cures without turning the patients into weres too. But pending accidents or outright murder, since we're not invulnerable; I've heard of plenty who have made it near 400, although I personally haven't met any who've actually made it past the fourth century mark."
"WOW! I'm only in my early 20's now, so 400..."
"It's a lot to take in," agreed Bob. "Tell you what, while we're waiting for whoever decides to come back in for food and rest after playing Capture the Flag, why don't I treat you to a glass of punch or something. It's free, and nothing's spiked, since most weres don't like to get drunk to prevent the risk of losing control."