"Ya know fucking what, Donn... I mean Firemane?" said Krystal. "I'm ready. I wanna fucking join your pack. Gimme some of that Beast Juice shit before I go fucking crazy with envy!" She ogled Firemane's long, girthy cock. It hung more than halfway to Firemane's knees, resting on a plump, hairy ballsack. The thick shaft bulged with veins, and the tip was encased in a plush foreskin that dangled an inch past the glans before ending in a tight pucker. Krys hoped that she'd get a majestic cock like that.
Firemane sniffed Krystal, appraising her scent. It had a spicy kick to it, vaguely similar to a beastwoman's already. There was no shortage of fighting spirit in Krystal's odor, and it crackled with raw sexual energy. Yes, this was a very worthy human to join the Longfur Pack. "Yes," Firemane nodded. "Krys make good beast. Willowbranch! Get Juice."
The beastwoman who had once been Meadow Larkin poured Krys a shot of whiskey. She looked questioningly at her human friend. "How much, Krys? A single or double dose. A single'll make you like me, if you wanna take it slow. A double dose'll make you like..." Willowbranch gestured at Alpha Firemane's furry, amazonian body.
Krys licked her lips, her green eyes once again captured by the Alpha's queenly dong. "Double, for fucking sure!"
Willowbranch nodded. "I kinda wish I'd done that. These lingering human mindsets just feel wrong to me. It's like my stupid brain's trying to be Willowbranch and Meadow Larkin at the same freaking time." She poured Krystal a double dose of Beast Juice and handed it to the hirsute punk.
Krystal greedily downed the spiked whiskey. Her mind was instantly filled with visions of furry, primal orgies, packed with females and dickgirls alike. When her mind cleared, Krys found that she was masturbating. As she worked her yearning pussy, she felt new hair growth all over her body, particularly on her neck, forehead, cheeks, shoulders, chest, and back as a glorious golden mane grew in, parts green at the tips where her dyed head hair had grown out. Krys ran her free hand through the luxurious thickness of her wild mane.
Krystal moaned pleasurably as her muscles swelled and expanded, her hairy belly pushing out a rock-hard six-pack and her biceps growing to the size of basketballs. Krys gasped as she felt her legs and spine elongating. Was she getting fucking taller?! The punk felt her nose flatten and her teeth reshape themselves into long, razor-sharp fangs. Krys kept stroking her throbbing clit. The sides of her head and the spot over her ass began to tingle and itch. A pair of long antlers suddenly exploded from her temples as a tail grew from her butt. Krys gasped from the arousing growth.
Krystal's fingernails morphed into wicked talons as her transformation slowed. Their prickly, stinging touch drove her clit wild, pushing her over the edge into a sea of orgasmic bliss. As her orgasm rocked her now brawny body, Krystal felt something happening to her cunt. It was almost as if it was... lengthening. She angled herself to get a better look, and she grinned. It was happening! A meaty, uncut dick and a huge, shaggy ballsack were growing out of her bush! Her fantasies were coming true!
Once the growth ceased, Krys prowled over to the mirror and admired her new body. The new beastwoman was a 6'9 slab of bulging muscle and hair. Where Willowbranch, Flameleaper, and Moondance were merely buff, Krys was as muscular as a fucking bodybuilder! There wasn't an inch of her furry body that wasn't at least lightly hairy, and her long, majestic antlers made Moondance's little horn and tusk buds and Willowbranch's dinky wings look fucking sad. But best of all was her giant cock. Krys instinctively understood what it meant. She was a subalpha, cut from the same cloth as the pack's official Alpha, but subordinate to her leadership while having authority over all of the pack's dickless omegas. An alpha, but not THE Alpha, as it were.
Krys sat down and examined her new cock. Even flaccid, it was eight inches long and thicker than a bratwurst. A long foreskin clung tightly to the head and ended in a long pucker. Curious, Krystal stuck a clawed finger inside her foreskin. Krys admired the plush, velvety softness of the thick folds of sensitive skin that coated her dickhead. She and wiggled her finger, brushing it over the glans. The beastwoman shuddered at the intense shockwaves of pleasure pulsing through her groin, her dick quickly hardening. Even fully erect, her dickhead was still mostly covered by her long foreskin.
Krystal lay down on her back and began hornily pumping her monster cock, tugging her chubby, luscious foreskin on and off of her glans. She panted with arousal as she worked, sweat matting her thick body hair. She felt the pleasure mounting in her prodigious dong as she grew closer and closer to sweet release. At last jolts of electric bliss shot through Krystal's dick. Rope after rope of sticky, syrupy cum blasted from her cock, staining her golden mane with pearly white streaks. Krys sighed happily.
Firemane stood over Krys. Krys could smell the incredible power and authority radiating off of the Alpha's strapping, sinewy body. "Good beast. No Krys now. You Nightfang."
Krys nodded to her wise Alpha. This was who she was now. She wasn't Krystal Brock the punk rocker anymore... she was Nightfang, beastwoman of the Longfur Pack.
Nightfang's nose was suddenly bombarded by the scents of all the enticing omegas in the room and felt an overwhelming instinctual desire to claim a mate. She could smell that Willowbranch was already claimed by Alpha Firemane, so she couldn't mate with her without fighting Firemane for the brunette omega. It disappointed Nightdancer that her human self's old crush already had a mate, and a powerful one at that. Of course, Flamedancer was available, as was her younger littermate Moondance. Both of them smelled like they would make delightful mates. Who to choose?