Unless you are specifically looking for it, one may never actually find the elusive Were Club.
The establishment never advertises, except by word of mouth, which is only spread by fellow weres.
The building is a rather nondescript 2 story structure deep within the woods of Moon Lake. Well off the access road, the structure has no exterior windows or signage. Except for the occasional headlight from an arriving or departing car, or the infrequent stray light beam from the front door being open by a patron, one would never know just how special the place is to were society.
Open only Friday and Saturday nights from dusk till dawn, pending holidays, while the club is available to all who pay the $20 cover charge per person, there are a few rules all must obey.
Only active (past their first transformation) weres 21 or older are admitted. Absolutely NO minors!
All ladies must prove that they are on their respective were birth control pill and are not pregnant nor are planning to become pregnant through any Were Club activity that night.
And above all else: NO MEANS NO! Regardless of the circumstances.
Otherwise, the Were Club is a place where anyone can let their fur (or whatever) down, kick back and relax.
Dancing, with music provided by a live (were) band. Some snacks and drinks are free, while others are available on the menu.
There is a full size pool, along with a hot tub/Jacuzzi, and even a sauna available for both the aquatic and non-aquatic amongst its patronage.
But above all else, there is plenty of opportunities to indulge in what might be a were's favorite past time: sex.
Besides private corners and booths on the main floor, there is plenty of rooms on the second level for weres to congregate and fornicate.
Not everyone "dances" with just the one they came with, but unlike pride/pack and other group meetings, there is a lot more variety available if you happen to be a horny were.
Case in point:
Were-vixen Martha Anderson was yipping in pleasure. She was lying on her back enjoying being orally pleased by fellow were-vixen Dawn Hale, even as Martha was eating Dawn's vulpine honey.
Meanwhile, Martha's husband William was anxiously driving the top knot of his werefox penis deep into Dawn's hungry pussy even as her husband Douglas was returning the favor and vigorously fucking Martha.
Each woman got to enjoy their mate's pre-cum dripping out of their partner's snatch even as they continued eating each other like there was no tomorrow.
But while this arrangement was one that the two couples had already enjoyed several times on their own even outside the Were Club, the fun didn't end there!
Martha took a quick glance to her right to see a werecat she had never met before tonight anxious sucking on her right breast the best she could. However, the best Martha could do was use her right paw to play with the werecat's busty bosom, for the sexy feline was standing on her hands with her legs on William's shoulders as his tongue played with the cat's "kitten", that moist valley between her furry legs.
Meanwhile, a quick glance to her left allowed Martha to see that besides getting fucked by her husband and eating her foxy cunt, Dawn was also busy giving a paw job (hand massaging) some lucky werewolf's thick lupine rod while both he and Douglas were talking about who had the best chance of making it into the baseball playoffs this fall!
Men! But at least it lets them last longer, Martha thought happily, as another orgasm racked her body as Douglas continued to thrust into her.
The cat and the wolf were just the latest impromptu attendees to the Anderson/Hale party.
Earlier that evening, Dawn and Martha joined a few other female weres in what some call a "daisy chain", with everyone enjoying feminine cream even as their own cunts were being eaten too.
And besides swapping mates, both women had enjoyed other penises that evening too.
The Were Club was certainly a place for great sex, especially if you believed in swinging.
Yet both werefox couples knew that when the morning sun rose and the club closed for the night, it would only be with their respective mates that they ended their night out.
For both the Andersons and the Hales, as well as any other vulpine couple, the life/soul mate bond was strong and would never be broken until death.
Yet that didn't mean you couldn't have some fun along the way. ;-)