One ring of the doorbell later, Donna found herself face to face with a young brunette woman wearing a floral-print sundress, Birkenstock sandals, and a rainbow headband. This was obviously the owner of the house. She was hairy in the extreme, but Donna noticed that the girl didn't have fangs, claws, or much in the way of muscle mass.
"Mrs. Belville?" the hippie girl asked, blinking. "Donna Belville?"
"Who are you?!" Donna growled savagely. "What have you done with my cubs?!" It angered Donna to think of her prized cubs trapped in the possession of this feeble human. On the other hand, this human had a rather pleasing scent. It was thoroughly human and nothing like as strong as the Belville girls pheromones, but it had a pleasing sweetness to it. Was it possible to smell... cute? The skinny little hippie certainly LOOKED cute. Donna especially liked the goofy, adorable grin on the flower child's face as she appreciatively looked Donna's new body over. Nothing one Donna Belville over quite like admiration.
"I... I'm M-Meadow Larkin." the hippie stuttered. "We met once before, at Sierra's nineteenth birthday party."
Donna remembered that, now that Meadow brought it up. She had found the bubbly hippie girl utterly annoying at the time, though she'd certainly enjoyed catching the girl "secretly" checking out her hefty rack. Had Meadow been so hairy then? Donna didn't think so. "What about my fucking cubs?!" she snarled at Meadow. "Where are you keeping them?!"
Meadow blinked again. "Your cubs? Oh, you mean Sierra and Blair! Yeah, Sierra told me you got a dose of Beast Juice. Groovy to see you've gone and embraced it. Your cubs are in my living room with Krys. They figured this'd be the safest place to get used to their transformations. Come on in, join the party!"
Donna followed the hairy hippie, sniffing the air. She smelled her cubs' powerful musk intermingling with a sharp, biting odor that packed a fierce kick. The scent of this Krys person, most likely.
In the living room, Donna was relieved to see her cubs sitting with a naked, hirsute girl with neon green hair that stuck out like porcupine quills and a heavily pierced face. Donna's attention was immediately captured by the punk's furry pussy. The sharp, sexy scent of Krys seemed to radiate from it, calling to Donna.
"Yo!" yelled Krys. "Sierra said you might follow her. Name's Krystal Brock, but call me Krys. Mead here just finished brushing me!" She proudly displayed a leg and both arms, coated in a thick lawn of long blonde hairs. "Fucking sweet, huh? You ain't doin' too shitty yourself, Belville. You're not pissed about it, right?"
"Of course not!" Donna answered. "This is who I was meant to be. I just came here to find my missing cubs..." She looked sternly at Sierra and Blair. "...and perhaps a way to transform further if you have one. I still feel much too human for comfort."
Sierra trembled. "Mom?" Mrs. Belville, now a hirsute amazon equipped with claws and fangs, was nearly unrecognizable... and yet somehow even more terrifying. "Y-you came for us?"
"Of course I did!" Donna growled. "You're my pack, my cubs... and my mates. I NEED you two! Why did you run from your alpha?"
"Alpha?" Blair repeated.
"The head of your pack," answered Donna. "Why did you two abandon your pack?"
Sierra hung her head. "We were... frightened. You've always been... good... at scaring us."
Donna cringed with guilt. "I know. I owe you two an apology. Especially you, Sierra. I should never have made you get that laser treatment. You look... beautiful with those hairs. Sexy even. Can you ever forgive me? Accept me as your alpha?"
Sierra thought about it. In the end, the intoxicating scent of her mother's potent pheromones decided for her. "Yes, Mom. Of course we'll give your new self a chance." Blair nodded in agreement.
Donna nodded. "Good. Now get out of those clothes. You two aren't human anymore, and you shouldn't wrap yourselves in their cloth."
Sierra obeyed immediately, but Blair was unsure. "Mom, I don't know about this. I still kinda feel like a human. Do I have to go around naked? Even at school?"
Donna scoffed. "Who said anything about school? We'll be abandoning our human lives entirely. You won't need human wrappings in the woods. As for feeling human, we'll soon fix that. How do we transform further, Meadow."
Blair still looked unsure (but not wholly opposed), but Sierra was growing increasingly excited, aroused even, at the the thought of shedding her humanity and becoming something truly wild. Meadow also looked like she was seriously considering using the Beast Juice herself.
"Let's start at the beginning," said Meadow. "Have a joint?"
As Donna enjoyed her first drag of weed in her life, Meadow explained everything: about the shop, the brush, and the Beast Juice. Sierra elaborated about her activities after returning home with the potion.
"So, that's the story," Meadow finished. "Sierra brought the Beast Juice with her, so be my guest." Sierra reached for the antique bottle and placed it on the coffee table.
Donna Belville nodded approvingly. "And who's joining me?"