Amber Mitchell-Erickson was on her way home. She'd been out way too late. After Abbie, Chloe, and Hailey had offered her and her wife Brittany a place in the were hyena pack, the gym teacher and girls basketball coach had made straight for the library and checked out every book on werebest mythology she could find. She had then sat and read them until the library closed for the evening. After that, she'd relocated to Vodka Voodoo Bar & Grill and kept reading until the bar closed at midnight. She wasn't sure she'd read anything useful, but she did know she wanted this transformation. All that remained was to hear Brittany's opinion.
The muscular woman stepped out of her car and went into the house. She found Brittany in her studio. The petite woman was busily sketching out designs for new tattoos. Brittany suddenly looked up at Amber. "Where were you, Ambie?!" the aspiring tattoo artist asked her wife. "It's after midnight! If you really wanted more sex with Delilah du Charme, you could have at least invited me along, too."
"You know I never call on her without you, Britt," Amber promised. "I was just considering making a big decision... one that involves you."
"You can't be about to propose," Brittany laughed, tucking a long strand of her silky, curly mahogany hair behind her ear. "We've been married for two years."
"No, this is MUCH crazier," Amber said, nervously running a tattooed hand through her close-cropped blonde hair.
"You want me to give you another tattoo in a weird place?" Brittany guessed.
"That's not crazy," Amber smiled. "That's just appreciating your art and giving you an excuse to touch my ass. No, this is WEIRD! I was talking with three girls after gym class. It was Abbie Peterson, Chloe Stewart, and Hailey Wallerstedt. They... they asked if we wanted to become werehyenas."
"Umm... what?" Brittany asked, tilting her lovely head.
"Apparently everything you've ever read in your paranormal romance novels is one hundred percent real. One of the girls, Selena Lyall has founded a werehyena pack and she's looking for members."
"Are you saying you believe this, Ambie?!" Brittany gasped.
"The girls showed me," Amber nodded. "They transformed before my very eyes."
After a long pause, Brittany nodded. "Well... I trust you, Ambie. You've never lied to me, and I know you're not a nutcase. So... what did these werehyenas look like?"
"They looked like furry bipedal humanoids with hyena heads, footpaws, and tails," Amber answered. "They were really tall and muscular. Like, more than even me. Their fur was usually the same color as their head hair, but sometimes you might get something more exotic. They have a secondary pair of boobs under the main one. Also... they have dicks and balls."
Amber's green eyes bugged out. "You mean... they're dudes?"
"No!" Amber insisted. "They have pussies, too, and their overall appearance is that of an amazonian female. It's like that futa thing from that one erotic novel you bought online. Think of a werehyena as Girl Plus. Their pronouns are shi and hir, if you're asking. So, are you comfortable with that, Britt?"
Brittany thought about it. She undressed her wife with her eyes, picturing Amber naked and wearing her strap-on. Then she imagined the strap-on was real. Brittany then closed her eyes and imagined herself wearing Amber's strap-on. She smiled. She felt powerful and virile, like a mighty jungle beast. Wow, this was hot!
"You know what?" Brittany said as she opened her eyes. "I actually kinda love the idea. We'd be so hot with fur and cocks! Also, this way we could have kids (cubs?) on our own. No donor needed."
"Selena'll be happy to hear that," Amber smiled. "Hir pack could apparently use a tattoo artist and piercer."
"Werehyenas do body art?" Brittany grinned, intrigued.
"They're basically a tribal culture," Amber explained. "They use ink and piercings to mark status, group membership and important life events. I'm sure your skills would be appreciated, Britt."
Brittany leaped into Amber's arms ang kissed her, smudging her ruby lipstick all over her butch wife's cheek. "This is amazing! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" The petite femme then paused. "Wait. How does Selena transform new werehyenas for the pack. Does it hurt. I've read..."
"No, Selena doesn't bite," Amber cut in. "She transformed herself using some magic hairbrush called the Werebrush, but it only works during full moons. To create new packmates, she puts on an enchanted cock ring called the Ring of Embraces and fucks the new recruit."
"I am NOT having sex with a minor!" Brittany protested. "Prison is NOT my scene, built-in customer base or not!"
"You won't have to," Amber assured her wife. "Some adult werehyenas from out of town joined the pack recently. I think they're refugees from Saudi Arabia or something. Selena can let one of them use the Ring of Embraces on us to keep things ethical."
"Oh, okay," Brittany smiled. "Then I am so doing this, Ambie! I'm gonna be the best werehyena there ever was. This'll be the best belated 26th birthday present I've ever gotten!"
"Then meet me in the high school gym after school lets out," Amber said. "Selena and her pack will handle the rest. Now I guess we should get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a big day."