As her face draws closer to yours, the voice that is Marcia the investigator tries to pull you out of the fog. This wasn't normal, was it? You were supposed to stop these illicit paranormal activities from happening, right?
But before you could raise a question or an objection, Christine's furry lips wrap around yours, causing all of your normal human logic to be thrown out of your mental window. Her tongue laps against yours before exploring all over the inside of your mouth, your tongue desperately trying to entwine against hers. You could barely make out the triumphant barks and howls from the rest of the pack as your face is flushed with even more blood than before.
Soon, she pulls away from you, causing a line of her beastial drool mixed with your virgin saliva to bridge between the two of you. "You are below me, but you will stand by me all the same, my beautiful Beta~" she coos into your ear, causing your bare body to shudder from your head to your feet.
"I will stand by you as your Beta, your mate, my Alpha..." you say with as much clarity as you can before moaning in need, your tongue lolling out of your mouth as it starts to extend and flatten out. You take a moment to look around you as the rest of the pack begin to pair off, even seeing Sarah already making out with the weredog that was her barely mention best friend and Rusty being straddled from behind by a masculine Doberman weredog with a vaguely familiar hairstyle as well.
The moment of observation was quickly abolished as your Alpha pulled you back into her furry body, locking lips once again, now with even less resistance by you as she brought one paw hand down to rub against your soft folds while the other reach behind to prod her pads against your ass. As she does so, your body is covered with a pleasurable pricking sensation as fur sprouts from your pores. It grows to be fluffy like your Siberian Husky Alpha even with similar coloration, though what should have been snow white fur comes out as white cream-colored and her jet black fur darkens the lighter gray fur you seem to be growing on your back and face.
A sensual pulling sensation occurs right above your furry behind now as your weredog tail begins to grow out. Unlike your mate's fluffy tail hanging behind her, you feel it rise up, once more exposing your soft posterior and just barely touching your back. All suspicion of what your breed is comes to a clear as your face pushes into a muzzle, causing the two of you to turn heads to allow the kissing to continue. The fur finally reaches your ears, just as they finished growing into points and ended their ascent to the top of your head. Even though you were still a bit smaller than your Alpha, it seemed all too fitting that you had become an Alaskan Malamute to suit her needs as her newly created weredog Beta.
You wag your furry sickle-like tail in delight, howling to the rest of the pack as you came, covering your Alpha's furry fingers in your juices. Your muzzles separate and press together to rub your leathery noses against each other.
"Welcome home, my Beta, my mate~" you hear her whisper into your ear before passing out.
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It was the sunlight that awoke you the next morning, causing your eyes to slowly open. You were in an unfamiliar bedroom, lying naked in bed with Christine your Alpha. Your head was still spinning in a haze as you tried to figure out what was going on.
"Good morning, my Beta~" your Alpha says sweetly to you, revealing she had already been awake. She gently helps you out of bed, rubbing her body against yours. You look down to see that both of you were recognizably human, though with some obvious weredog traits still about: both of you still had two rows of extra nipples down your fronts, even though you neither of you had a full pelt of fur, your ears were still furry and breed recognizable as well as the full furry tails still wagging behind your backs.
Before for you could ask any questions, your Alpha was already leading you downstairs to the kitchen of the building of which you can recognize now as her home based on the smell. "Don't worry, my mate. We are not expecting any visitors in town today, so we can relax our human forms a bit. Nodding groggily, you simply accept the explanation. You hear the sound of breakfast being cooked as you enter the kitchen/dining room where you see the rest of the residents.
Sitting at the table was Sarah, waiting obediently with grey furred ears and a expectantly wagging fluffy grey tail which you now know is of the Laika breed. In front of the stove, you see two familiar naked men, one of which was Rusty who still has his German Shepherd ears and wagging tail as he's cooking up sausages and steak for everyone, and the other who is standing behind Rusty, gently holding his hips in his paw-padded hands and also wagging Doberman tail. And just below those cropped ears of his was the now recognizable face of Christine's husband. Interestingly enough, while Sarah had the same extra rows of nipples on her front, Rusty and Mr. Atwell were absent of such.
"My 'husband' certainly looks happy with his new mate, doesn't he?" your Alpha asks you rhetorically. "Of course, I feel no sadness now that I have you, my mate~"