Renata Hamilton and Ruby Reynard arrived at Morgana's Services for the Strange. "Moment of truth," Renata said resolutely. "Time to get foxy."
"You'll be an absolute natural," Ruby smiled.
The two girls stepped into the shop, and Morgana smiled at them. "Good morning, Renata. I have your belt!"
Renata grinned. "Awesome!"
Morgana looked at Ruby. "And hello to you, Ruby. I feel I ought to warn you, a lot of my customers are talking very negatively about your skulk being in town. The von Karnstein vampires in particular seem pissed."
"Makes sense," Ruby sighed. "I have a bitter ex among them who just can't let go. All her family take her side, even though they should know how werefox culture works. Really, is it HER fault that she assumed I'd be as clingy as her?"
Morgana shrugged. "Vampires are romantics. They may sleep around a bit, but they all expect to find a soulmate, someone they can always come back to. Well, I just wanted to make sure you knew you had to be on your best behavior. If there's one thing that could make Caleb and Artemis Lyall team up with Carmilla and Mircalla von Karnstein, it'd be a werefox skulk that won't mind its manners."
Ruby nodded. "Got it."
"Now for your order, Renata" said Morgana. "You're lucky I have it back. If I recall rightly, I sold it to a woman named Susan Wenzel in 1984. Fortunately, her granddaughter Kristi had no use for it and sold it back to me. Here you go."
Morgana reached under her counter and took out a furry belt. It was colored in the vibrant oranges and whites of fox pelts. A golden buckle connected the belt in the middle/
Ruby wrinkled her nose at the fox-pelt belt. "Ew."
"Don't care for it, Ruby?"
"I'm nearly as much fox as I am human," Ruby explained. "That may as well be my own skin that belt's made from. But if you're comfortable wearing that thing, that's fine."
"I only need to wear it once," said Renata.
"I feel I should reiterate the side effects," said Morgana. "For one thing, it has recently come to my attention that a minority of people enjoy being chubby. Werefox metabolism simply won't allow you to put on the kink of weight needed to become plump."
"Good thing I like being slim and trim!" Renata smiled.
"Perfect," Morgana nodded. "Then there's the psychological side effects. Namely, werefox instincts. They'll be minor at first, almost nonexistent, but they'll grow increasingly severe over several weeks or months. Firstly, werefoxes are carefree, irresponsible, and mischievous. You'll do things because you felt like them, and what you'll feel like will often be playing obnoxious tricks on your neighbors or having hedonistic, drunken escapades. Your new kind also suffers from a potent wanderlust. A skulk can stay in one place for up to six months, but sooner or later it always moves on. On the plus side, you don't have to fuss with becoming territorial like most werebeast breeds. On the downside, good luck putting down roots or making friends outside the skulk.
"I'm sure you've heard of werefoxes' infamous lust. I can assure you, the rumors are all true. A werefox hungers constantly for the touch of others, both of other werefoxes and of outsiders. They don't have trouble getting it either. Besides being more beautiful than even most other types of magicals, werefoxes just radiate charisma. Everything they say or do is perceived as charming... until you've suffered so much at their hands that you're fed up. That's the problem with werefoxes, you see. Besides being impulsive, they just aren't good at considering others' feelings. It honestly never occurs to them that their pranks could damage someone's livelihood or that their love-'em-and-leave-'em ways might break a fling's heart. And break hearts they do. Only a fe very special people can hold a werefox's attention. Generally, they tire of lovers the way they tire of campsites.
"Also, you'll crave a proper skulk full of your fellow were foxes, but that's just normal werebeast instinct. It'll still drive you crazy if you can't satisfy it, of course. On a more harmless note, therianthropy never seems to fail to weaken your nudity taboo, particularly in non-sexual situations. Think you can deal with having a werevixen's mind?"
"I think," said Renata. "Is there anything that can help keep me thinking normally?"
"Let me check," said Morgana. "Even with two apprentices, this place is never as tidy as I'd like." She rummaged through her assortment of magical odds and ends. "I really must set Vivienne and Daniela to cataloging all of... aha! Here's something!" Morgana triumphantly held up a dusty potion bottle. "If you take this once a week, your new impulses should be easier to resist. You'll still feel them in your head, but they'll be fairly simple to veto."
"I'll take it," said Renata. "A little self-control sounds pretty good." She paid Morgana for both the belt and the potion.
"Werefoxes are one of the less muscular breeds of therianthrope," said Morgana. "You should be able to leave your clothes on withe you shift."
Renata fastened the belt around her waist, and she suddenly felt a rush of mystic power enter her body. She willed herself to shift. She eagerly held out her hand and watched as red, black, and white hairs began to grow all over her body. As soon as the teen was covered in a full coat of fur, she felt her feet elongating into paws. Her ass grew round and shapely as a bushy tail exploded into being right above it. Her already ample titties grew two sizes as secondary breasts popped out below them. Renata's nose took on a more canine shape just before her face pushed out into a vulpine snout. Finally, her ears grew to points and climbed to the top of her head.
"How do I look?" Renata asked as she fidgeted with her now excessively tight clothes.
"Stunning!" Ruby grinned, giving Renata a lick on the cheek. "Now I fucking KNOW we'll be staying together as a couple!"
Renata shifted back into human form. "Let's go back your skulk's place to properly enjoy it."
On their way out of the shop, Renata and Ruby bumped into their succubus friend, Jezebel du Charme. "Hi, hotties!" the sex demon smiled brightly. "Mom sent me here; we're outta aphrodisiac."
"Succubi have moms?" Renata asked quizzically.
Jezebel rolled her smoky green eyes. "Um, yeah? We can have sex; why the fuck wouldn't we have kids and parents like literally every other thing that has sex? Maybe one day I'll introduce you two to Mom. I assure you, she may be 3,800 years old, but she doesn't look a day over twenty-one. But what about you two? What's new?"
"I'm finally a werevixen!" Renata cheered, pointing to her foxskin belt. "I bet I could use it to change others and create my own skulk! Wouldn't that be cool!"
Ruby smiled sweetly. "I'd join that skulk!"
Renata squeezed Ruby's hand. "Thanks." She turned back to Jezebel. "Well, we're off to have a little fun in the skulk's caravan. Wanna join, Jez?"
Jezebel's eyes lit up with lust. "I'll be there as soon as I can. I just have to finish up here. It takes a pretty powerful aphrodisiac for a succubus to notice its effects, and only Morgana sells that kind of thing in this town. Mom'd never forgive me if we ran out." The succubus waved goodbye to Renata and Ruby as they ran off.