"You know, that's a great story and all, but you're wasting your breath," the pink-haired girl says with a smile.
"Why's that?" you ask, slightly frustrated with how uncooperative the woman is being.
"The moon's been up for about a minute now, and it's starting to have the standard effect on my girls," she says, pointing to the six girls in the cabin.
They've paired off, stripping eagerly, rubbing each other, licking, snarling. Soon, their milk-white skin is dappled with patches of fur growing in as they pleasure themselves and each other with increasingly beastial features emerging. The cabin is filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, and the sounds of their bones snapping and flesh popping. The smell of their musk fills the air, mingling with the clove smoke in a truly intoxicating melange of aromas. Soon there are six werewolves, with pierced nipples and muffs, and splotches of brightly colored fur, where their human hair had been dyed.
"Holy shit..." you mumble, rubbing your cock through the material of your jeans. You're insanely hard, the werewolf orgy having aroused you beyond anything you've ever seen.
The pink haired woman laughs, "Pretty intense, isn't it?" she asks.
"Yeah...hey, why haven't YOU changed?" you ask.
"Sweetie, I'm an alpha...I'm not a slave to the moon. I change anytime I want, day or night. The only time I really change anymore is when I mate with someone," she tells you, a hint of invitation on her lips.
"Look, I kid you not, there's hunters on the way! This might be a great time to transform," you say, not wanting to watch a bunch of girls get killed tonight.
"Darlin'," she sighs, hiking up the ball gown, revealing a clean shaven pussy, "I can change whenever I want, it's nt a concern." A brief faraway look comes over her face, and her twat begins to pulsate, twitching rhythmically. Immediately, it glistens with what you at first think is sweat, but then the smell hits you-it's musk, and it's having a profound effect on you. You're almost hypnotized as dark red fur begins to sprout from her muff and surrounding area. You're close enough that you can see the individual hairs sprout out of the pores. You take an involuntary step closer to her, and have one hand on your fly, ready to pull your cock out.
"One sec, loverboy," she says, dropping the hem of the gown back to the floor, blocking the smell fairly well. Your mind immediately clears. "I have no problem with mating with you, or any of my girls mating with you. Hell, truth be told, I'm straight, except when I'm bringing a new girl into the pack. But you need to know something. Me being an alpha, my juices are more powerful than a regular shewolf's. You even lick a drop, you're one of us. You stick your cock in me, you're shifting and infected just as quick. But the offer's out there. So, what do you say?"