That night, the pack gathered together on the edge of the forest for the Sacred Hunt. Diana Lyall surveyed the pack. Dozens of naked people stood before the trees awaiting the mated alpha pair. Diana spotted her older sister Luna strutting around, flirtatiously flipping her perfect head of lustrous red curls at potential mates. Diana scoffed.
"Still jealous, huh?" said a voice from behind.
Diana felt a hand on her freckled shoulder. She spun around to see her girlfriend, Sylvie Forrest. Sylvie was a gorgeous, tanned blonde with gleaming green eyes. She wasn't as muscular as Diana, but her tall, lithe form was lean and wiry... built for speed.
Diana smiled slightly at Sylvie's sight. "Yeah, kinda. I just hate the way she assumes she's the destined successor as alpha. Yeah she's hot, but I'm the best hunter. I can kill any prey, and I can fight any wolf in the pack and win. You know that."
Sylvie nodded. "I do. And I also know you can challenge her for the position. Trust me, you're the next alpha."
Diana shrugged. "I know. I just wish she wouldn't act like she's inherently better than me, like I'm... less."
"I hear you, Di," said Sylvie, taking Diana's hand. "You know, on that note, you could probably afford to be a bit nicer to Selena. I know she hasn't shifted, and maybe she never will. She's still your sister, though."
Diana hung her head. "I hear ya, Syl. Yeah, it's bitchy. I guess it just feels good to know there's someone in the family I for certain outrank. But you're right; it's a shitty thing to do and I gotta stop."
Sylvie gave Diana a gentle kiss on the cheek, fondling her exposed breast as she did. "That's my kind, wonderful mate! Oh, look! It's your parents!"
Diana looked on as a naked man and woman climbed atop a rock. It was Caleb and Artemis Lyall, the alpha pair of the pack.
"Blessings be upon you, my pack," began Caleb Lyall. "We stand assembled here on the night of the full moon, the holy time of the Goddess, our silver mother. May she ever smile on us and our hunting grounds!"
"Dusk is falling," Artemis continued. "The hour of the Sacred Hunt is nigh. As the moonlight kisses us, we shed these wretched forms and don the primal beauty of our true, Goddess-given shapes. Behold!" With the benediction complete, the alphas began to writhe in ecstasy as the Change began.
The rest of the pack soon joined their alphas in the Change. Diana heard bones pop as they slowly began to reshape. And then the lust overtook them. As the light of the rising moon bathed Diana in its silvery glow, she felt herself grow overwhelmingly horny. She wanted to mate. She HAD to mate!
Diana suddenly felt Sylvie's tongue (already lengthening and taking on a canine shape) licking her hairy pussy. She thrust her hips forward in approval. "Y-yes, Syl! More!"
Sylvie playfully caught a few wiry strands of Diana's thick bush between her lips and sucked on them. "Mmm," she sighed as she spat the hairs out, "you're so nice and hairy down there. I wanna see you get that hairy all over!"
"Don't you worry babe," Diana said as she watched the pack descend into a full-blown orgy. "You will. See, it's starting already." Indeed, Diana's body was getting increasingly hairy, even parts where hair normally would never grow. Sylvie adoringly ran a hand over Diana's luxuriant leg hair, actually feeling it continue to grow beneath her fingers.
Sylvie's tongue worked its way down to Diana's pussy lips. Sylvie jiggled them back and forth with her canine tongue, groaning as she felt her tail beginning to grow in. Judging by the way Diana's pelvis twitched, she could feel the same thing happening to her. After some probing, Sylvie's tongue found Diana's clit. The dexterous organ caressed the nub, stimulating it with more finesse than a human tongue could ever dream of. Just as she sensed Diana nearing orgasm, Sylvie pulled away.
"Aww, C'mon!" growled Diana. "I was so fucking close!" She was much hairier by now, almost furry, and her nose was beginning to flatten in preparation for her snout.
Sylvie sat down on the soft grass and spread her furry legs. "We're gonna finish together, sweetie."
Diana nodded and sat down with Sylvie and interlocked legs with her. The two transforming wolfgirls panted as they scissored, cherishing the feel of their sprouting leg hair rubbing against each other's nearly as much as the meeting of their throbbing clits. As she and Diana fucked with wild abandon, Sylvie felt climax fast approaching. She grabbed onto Diana's shoulders, trying not to dig her sharpening nails in too hard. "Ohhhh, Diiiiiii!!!" she wailed.
The two lustful wolfgirls howled at the Moon in unison as the surge of pleasure spread through their loins and their Change finished. Spent, they collapsed onto their backs in the grass to bask in their afterglow.
"Hot damn," sighed Diana as she felt her new muzzle. "I swear our sex gets a bit hotter every month!"
Sylvie slowly stood up, finding her footing on her newly formed paws. She held out a clawed hand to lift up her girlfriend. "Well, we better get moving, Di. The rest of the pack's done fucking, and we don't wanna get left beh—" She froze. "Wait, are you don shifting?"
Diana stretched luxuriously. "Think so. I don't feel anything growing or reshaping."
"Then why do you look..." The words caught in Sylvie's throat. "...unfinished?"
Diana ran over to a nearby pond and looked at her reflection. She had to say, she agreed with Sylvie; she did look unfinished. Her fur seemed thinner than usual. She could actually see a bit of the skin underneath! Her muzzle also looked a bit shorter, like it had stopped growing in part of the way through. Most noticeable of all, though, were Diana's feet. Fur had grown over their tops and the toenails had sharpened into wicked claws, but the feet themselves had simply refused to reshape into paws. They remained one hundred percent plantigrade. An then there was Sylvie's lovely, sexy, spicy scent. Diana noticed that it was a bit weaker than usual. Could a werewolf go near-scented? But that wouldn't explain the rest.
"Holy shit!" Diana growled. "What the fucking hell is happening to me?!"
"I have no idea, honey," Sylvie responded. "Maybe you're sick."
"I feel fine," said Diana. "Other than this shit, I mean."
"Maybe it's a curse," Sylvie mused. "We should tell the alphas."
"Hell, no!" Diana protested. "Mom would give me so much shit for this, and who says she'll even know what to fucking do?! I've never heard of this happening to a werewolf before... of her inner wolf just... wearing out. Hey, there's a witch in town who owns a shop that caters to all the special needs of the magical creatures living among the humans. Maybe she can help."
"Will she be open this late?" asked Sylvie, her tail wagging nervously.
Diana shrugged. "I honestly can't say. But it's the only plan we've fucking got. I guess we can put it off until tomorrow or something, but I really wanna get this solved. I fucking love being a werewolf, and I can't lose that!"