After many hours of passionate, lovemaking, Renata felt an especially potent orgasm nearing. "Oh God, Ruby! I'M COMING!!!" Renata screamed as her pussy clenched around Ruby's strap-on. She squeezed her eyes shut as the ecstasy of her orgasm became nearly unbearable. Jezebel licked and bit at Renata's nipples as she gyrated her way through her climax. Renata slowly opened her eyes as her body settled into the calm of the afterglow. "Jesus, Ruby! That was, hands down, the absolute best sex I've ever had!"
Ruby smiled gratefully as she pulled her strap-on out of her new friend's pussy. "Thanks. It would've been better if I had a real dick, but I'm no werehyena."
Renata laughed. "Oh, don't be so modest! You are a sex goddess among werebeasts, and you can't tell me I'm wrong!"
Ruby laughed. "You've known werebeasts exist for less than one night, and you're already an expert, huh?"
Ruby winked. "Let's just say I had the chance to study one... close up."
"And I can back up everything she's saying," Jezebel said as she idly massaged her own melon-sized tits. "I've known about werebeasts my whole life. And as for sex... do I even NEED to tell you succubi know everything there is to know about fucking?"
"Well, color me flattered!" Ruby giggled as she unfastened her strap-on's harness. "Always nice to hear that I'm a master of my chosen craft, girls. Of course, being a werevixen might have something to do with it. Something about sex just comes naturally to us, like it's an instinct. And we have this sort of... magnetic draw. I don't know if it's pheromones, something about the way we carry ourselves, or both. Either way, a werefox is at the star of every party... or orgy."
"You know what?" said Renata. "I kind of wanna be a werevixen myself. I go in for the same lifestyle, and I wanna do it with as much flair as you."
"You're not saying you want to join my mom's skulk, are you?" Ruby asked as she pulled her panties back on. "What about your parents and your sibling?"
"Beck I could explain things to," said Renata as she began to get dressed herself. "Now that I know werebeasts are a thing, I'm beginning to suspect them of being one themself. As for Mom and Dad...hmmm. Do I have to join a skulk, or could I just be a solitary werevixen living amongst the humans here in Stokerville?"
"You could always try," Ruby said, watching Jezebel pick up the discarded strap-on and begin to suck on it. "Far warning though, your werevixen instincts will crave others of your own kind. It'll also urge you to go wandering after a while; werefoxes hate staying in one place for more than six months. Depression or twitchiness can hit you bad if you don't find yourself a skulk and hit the road."
"I bet I could make it work," said Renata. "I'm turning eighteen in less than a year. I just have to hold on in Stokerville until then. If I can learn how to transform others, I can get started on a skulk right away. And once, I'm legally an adult, I can leave town and begin my wanderings. Sound like a plan?"
Jezebel took the dildo out of her mouth. "Yeah, but you're missing a goddamn important step: how the hell are you gonna become a werevixen? They're born, not made."
"Not necessarily," said Ruby. "I'm not an expert in the particulars, but our shaman says there are ways a human can become a werebeast and that all werebeast lineages can ultimately be traced back to such humans. You'd need to talk to her for more details, though."
"Let's go see her," said Renata.
As soon as everyone was fully dressed, they headed to the shaman's trailer. A teenage werevixen was inside, rearranging old books.
Jezebel raised an eyebrow. "That kid's your shaman?"
Ruby chuckled at the idea. "Nah, that's Renée Foxworthy, Shaman Viola's apprentice." She waved to Renée. "Hey, Renée! Where's Shaman Viola?"
Renée turned to face the girls. "Oh hi, Ruby! Shaman Viola's gone off into the heart of the woods on a vision quest. She says she'll be back in about three days. That is, if the spirits are quick."
Ruby stomped her paw. "Crap! My friend here wants to become a werevixen like us, and she wanted to ask Shaman Viola how."
"I wish I could help you," Renée said sympathetically, "but Shaman Viola hasn't taught me anything about that yet. You could wait a few days for her, I guess. Oh! Or you could ask the witch in town, Morgana! She's collected so much magic over the course of her life, she's gotta have something that can help! Of course, that'll cost money."
Renata considered her options. The shaman or the witch? Was she more willing to spend time or money?