Spending a night here during her and her sisters’ birthdays was a cherished family tradition. As always, the lake shimmered with the reflection of the full moon dancing on its surface. Selena almost felt guilty for bringing her friends here to this private place.
Leaving her packing to fall with a slough of her shoulders, the teen began to undress, leaving each piece of clothing to fall where she stood. The embarrassment she felt when both Tatiana and Jezebel’s eyes burrowed into her did stave off the night chill at least. “Okaaaayy,” Selena let her breath out, “anyone feeling up for a swim.” She could stall for time a little. “Working out and stretching helps with the transformation.” Her best friend’s response came in the form of her shirt hitting and draping itself across her head. “What gives!”
Tatiana rolled her eyes after Selena had wrestled herself loose. “Night Mother. Either brush yourself or I’ll hold you down and let Jez do whatever she wants to you.” Selena caught the succubus wetting her lips before her entire face disappeared underneath her tank top. Both were shedding their clothes, leaving the lone human far too conscious of her plain physique compared to the vampire’s alabaster glow and Jezebel’s bursting femininity. “As your best friend I’m not letting you leave here, so either we do this the easy or the hard way, Lena.”
“Tats?” Selena couldn’t decipher where all that forcefulness had come form – or the anger. “Seriously! You’ve been on edge for hours now!” Bundling her fists, Selena was nearly at the point of screaming. “What’s your problem?”
“You are! I keep waiting for you decide if you love me or not. Or if there’s someone else. I’ll be waiting at the car, or I’ll have gone home. Keys are in the jeans.” Tatiana had dispersed into mist before Selena could say anything.
Jezebel gently touched Selena on the shoulder after several seconds of silence. “You should talk to her.” Instead of running after her best friend and the woman she loved, the teen spun and tightly held the succubi’s face as she kissed her. Parting her lips, Jezebel accepted Selena without judgment and didn’t press her beyond what she was willing to give. Running her fingers through her friend’s hair, the succubus teased out several tangles before she brought up the Were-Brush.
Each stroke of the brush drained the teen’s natural color. “Lena, is your hair supposed to turn white?” Selena nearly didn’t register the question before a snow-colored lock cascade down the side of her face.
“Fuck if I know.” Swearing felt good. Ignoring her problems with Tats felt even better. Selena’s eyelids itched then fluttered closed. The tingling spread further through her scalp and face. The girl’s two ears migrated upwards, becoming triangular with tufts of fur starting to spread. Every muscle and bone began to ache, ten times worse than at the height of her puberty. All her limbs out of place and her breast feeling uneven and sore. Stars, Selena didn’t miss this but embraced it all the same. Two golden eyes, their pupils expanding as they adjusted to the night, opened up to the beautiful and radiant moon. “Really hopes this works.” They fell down to earth and the Succubus.
Selena still had fingertips cupping Jezebel’s chins. As she reached down with one, tracing a path down the woman’s arms where she held the Were-brush, she also returned her lips in another fervent kiss. “Then don’t keep a girl waiting.” The demon gasped, filled with excitement, her eyes only for Selena who brought up the brush and ran it through her hair. The lunar magic tickled. “My Alpha.” With Selena entering another growth spurt, Jezebel leaned her head against her chest and was careful not to poke her pack mate with her horns. She noticed something was different when the bristles of her so-recently smooth tail brushed against its furred twin. One day she’d teach Lena all the ways she could have fun with it, tonight though she was satisfied with coiling the pair together as another point of embrace.
A deep and sonorous spinning emerged from within the transforming Weretiger Alpha’s chest. All the throbbing aches couldn’t the happy purr from filtering through her partially feline and feral muzzle. Her remaining human features left it far more expressive and if she had a mirror knew she would’ve looked dumbstruck when the succubus’ face contorted itself mid-way between blissful release and concentration. Jezebel was breathtaking. The muscles around her crotch suddenly tensing, pulled the teen’s mind away. With her fingers transitioning to padded claws it took a while to realize her clit was swallowed up inside a sheathe. She didn’t register or couldn’t accept what happened before a very real and very erect cock sat pressed between her and Jezebel’s bodies.
Even forewarned, Jezebel, too, seemed like she was a deer in the headlights when her turn came. Both of them frozen beyond the way the shift bulked up their bodies with additional mass as they added inches and muscles by the second. But when their gazes met all of that faded away with their girlish laughter which sounded strange coming from two amazonian she-beasts. “Tat-Tats she said had brushed a male tiger.” Selena had almost forgotten she was still supposed to be angry with her best friend.
“Guess that explains it.” The succubus said, still giggling at how absurd it sounded. “Never in my life did I think I’d get one of these.” After pondering it for a few seconds, Jezebel added. “Is it weird if I like it?” Her Alpha mutely nodded. “Yeah, know what you mean, we’re def keeping these.” Well, weird, even really, really, really weird, didn’t necessarily mean bad. Jezebel pressed herself against Selena again. There were still spasms of growth, but the succubus would clearly be the smaller of the two. “This is a dream come true for me. But I think I’ll have trouble curling up in anyone’s lap beside my Alphas’.”
“I don mind.” Jezebel wasn’t wholly convinced, few things about matters of the heart could hide from a succubus, but the hybrid Werefeline purred anyway and embraced Selena more tightly before closing her leathery wings around them.