Tina, being Tina, jumped at the invitation. Rachel and Cynthia hesitated, but they too eventually agreed to follow Scott.
“You named your wolf ‘Cathy,’ Scott,” said Rachel.
“Oh, she’s not my wolf, she belongs to the pack. I don’t know the people who named her, but she joined us about two weeks ago. We’re training her to be a tracker, but there’s no getting around the fact that she’s not used to being with us.”
They continued through the woods. Cynthia was surprised at how well Scott negotiated the bushes and lower tree branches. There was very little light, but Scott didn’t even hesitate. The four teenagers chatted in low voices as they continued north, a couple hundred yards from the lakeside.
“So…we’d heard that there were werewolves in these woods.”
Scott chuckled. “The ‘old Indian legend,’ yeah. Actually Cynthia, that’s kind of our doing. People are so willing to accept stories in America if they are attributed to Native Americans. Fact is, the Chippewa around here do have stories about the Wendigo. We just, er, borrowed the myth to keep people away.
“Well, that worked well, didn’t it?”
“Sure did, Cyn.” He stopped and turned. “Look, when we get there, we’re probably gonna have you do an initiation rite. Nothing all that formal, but if you’re a sport about it, you get first dibs on the barbecue.”
“Are you out of your freakin’ mind,” seemed to be an appropriate response to this, but Cynthia glanced over to Tina and Rachel. She could see nothing in the dark, so she bravely shrugged her shoulders and said nothing about it.
“Campfire” seemed inadequate to what they found. There was a ring of six fires burning in a circle, and not only were there tents, these were tents that nomads would use in the Sahara, or at a gypsy carnival. The fires were surrounded by six logs sawn lengthwise into benches. About twenty were there, all teenagers or very young adults.
“Please sit over there, by the fire,” said Scott, with what seemed like unnecessary firmness to the three girls.
Cynthia, Rebecca, and Tina had been sitting for only a few minutes when they were joined by an older woman, not quite in her forties. She placed a short stool in front of the girls, then sat down on it and looked at the three appraisingly.
“Drink this,” she says quietly, taking a small bowl of liquid from a nearby table. It’s a strange concoction, thought Cynthia, not bad-tasting, but strange.
“I am Hibah,” she said. Do you know why you are here?
The girls exchanged glances. “We, ah, we met Scott,” said Rebecca. “We were told that there was a party, and he invited us.”
“What is your name, girl?”
“Rebecca…”
“Do you like Scott, Rebecca?”
Rebecca was a bit surprised by the speed and forwardness of the question. But she couldn’t really say that she disliked him, could she? He was nothing if not adorable. “Sure…yeah, I like him.”
Hibah nodded and stood up. “Scott!”
“Milady?”
“Rebecca will be the one for tonight. The rest of us will take Cynthia and Tina and have them initiated.”
Oh – kay. This was beginning to get a bit uncomfortable, and the three girls exchanged glances.
“The initiation ceremony requires us to cast away our garments,” Hibah said in a commanding voice.
Really uncomfortable. But nobody else seemed to give the intonation a second thought as clothing was cast aside, and soon the fire pits were surrounded by two dozen nude teenagers.
“You must undress.”
Tina, Cynthia, and Rebecca all took off their clothes. Warmth filled their loins as they snuck peeks at the flesh between the men’s legs.
“You have shaved?” This question was asked of Rebecca, since, despite her heavy breasts and broad adult areolae, had no hair below her eyebrows.
“Uh…yeah. And?”
“And that will be remedied. Rebecca, have you ever made love before?”
“No! I…I mean, why do you ask?”
Hibah put a comforting arm around her shoulder. “Just relax child. It will all be clear to each of you soon. Rebecca…tonight is the night you shall lose your virginity.”
“What?”
Scott took her gently by the arm. “It will be a whole new experience for you. Just relax.”
Rebecca let herself be led into the clearing between the fires as everyone looked on, though her mind screamed that this was not right. Scott held her gently, and laid the girl down on a blanket…no.
A wolf skin. Rebecca’s breathing came in short gasps as she felt the coarse fur tickling her back. She let her legs spread open, and Scott positioned herself over her. Rebecca felt the tip of his penis separate her labia - and Scott pushed inside her. She moaned as her virginity vanished, then gasped as she felt his full length inside her.
The pleasure was incredible. He withdrew and slowly thrust inside her again. Scott shuddered and Rebecca felt his warm semen splash inside her cervix. She felt a pang of disappointment, it had only lasted a few seconds and it was over.
“We’re just getting started, lover,” Scott whispered.
Indeed, Scott had more energy than she could have expected. He thrust inside her long and hard, and Rebecca felt pleasure like she had never thought possible.
Scott moaned suddenly…then Rebecca was shocked to feel a growl coming from his throat. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw his teeth stretching into fangs, and his eyes had become a pale yellow.
Rebecca opened her mouth to scream – but as she did so, she felt a strange pressure in her mouth. She was growing fangs. She screamed now, her voice deepening as she did so. Warm tears filled her eyes. Scott continued to thrust inside her vagina, a vagina that was now sprouting coarse black hair all around it and beyond.
Cynthia and Tina stared terrified at what was happening to their friend. Hibah whispered to them; “When a pregnant female is transformed like Rebecca is, they will never regain their human form. But, alas, we need breeders.”
Rebecca pleaded for Scott to stop, but he was beyond hearing anything. She looked down at herself and saw that she was covered by a strange mixture of fur and hair. Black claws adorned her fingers, which were devolving into thick paws. The furry hair spread over her face, and she felt her nose and mouth push out into a slight muzzle. What remained of the two teenagers were two werewolves, straight out of the Lon Chaney Jr, Benico Del Toro tradition
Hibah whispered to the two frightened girls, specifically to Tina. “Your turn. I suggest you don't resist.”