"Guys?" said Flameleaper, fingering the bottle. "Before you go making any plans, I think you should know we're outta Beast Juice."
"WHAT?!" snarled Firemane, her mane standing on end like the hackles of a wolf. The alpha bounded over to the table, practically on all fours, and inspected the bottle. Just as Flameleaper had said, it was dry as a bone. Firemane growled in frustration.
"I guess Nightfang got the last dose," said Flameleaper. She could smell the aggravation radiating off her mother and alpha. The rest of the Longfur Pack smelled as saddened and disappointed as Flameleaper felt.
"Aw, crap!" Moondance grumbled, scratching her treasure trail absentmindedly. "I wanted some more beast friends to hang out with! Hopefully some other teenag... errm... cubs like me."
"I guess we could go back to Circe's shop and buy more Beast Juice," Willowbranch shrugged. "But she might not think it's a very responsible idea to sell us more after how much we've taken. She didn't seem to like the idea of us going full beast too much, and Goddess only knows what she'd think of our plans to expand the pack."
"Hey, I just had a thought!" said Flameleaper. "Mom, you and Nightfang are both Alpha-caste beastwomen, right? I was just thinking your breast milk or your semen might have the same properties as the Beast Juice. So, maybe we could collect some of your milk and cum, and then one of us could taste it and see if she transforms any further. Sound like a plan?"
Firemane and Nightfang felt their nipples and cocks hardening at the notion, the glans beginning to poke out of their foreskins. Could this work? It would certainly be fun to try.