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The events of the night before were like a blur to Jane, but there was too much evidence of what had occurred for her to pretend that it hadn't happened.

The fact that she was trying to decide if she was happy about it or not left her feeling a greater source of conflict than anything else, but there was no debate about the claw marks that raked over the whole of her back, or the bites on the side of her neck and the valley of her collarbone.

She'd been marked from head to toe by the werewolf, and that much, she was delighted with...but looking upon all that remained of the sleeping beast, she was still struggling to believe that her own daughter was the same creature that had ravaged her the night before.

"I should have known you'd end up turning out just like your father, but...I guess I was lying to myself," she whispered, watching over Sara until the morning sun was flooding the room with such presence that they couldn't ignore it any longer. "I didn't want to believe you'd end up with the same curse...and when we didn't have a son, I thought for sure that you and your sister would be safe. Guess that'll show me for making such assumptions..."

There wasn't regret in the fact that her daughter had become such a ravenous creature: that was determined before she was born, and Jane told herself long before than that she was ready to raise a werewolf, if that ever occurred.

She didn't know that the curse would create a male heir out of her daughter if there wasn't a male born...and now that she'd seen what Sara was capable of when she was on the other side of that transformation, she knew that push had come to shove.

"I'll let you get all the sleep you need, dear...but tonight, we need to have a serious talk."

**

Jane already knew that they were expecting company that evening, and that was all the reason she needed to sit Sara at the table after dinner for a serious talk: if she was going to be a werewolf for the rest of her life, she needed to learn self-control immediately , and Jane was the only person that would have a chance to teach her the basics.

That was easier said than done, and that was without the awkward tension that existed between them, after what occurred the night before.

"You're sure you can't just let me forget this whole thing ever happened?" Sara asked for the fourth time, wishing that her mother would just drop the subject. "It's not like it's ever gonna happen again, anyway...we can just go back to being a mom and a daughter that live together, with nothing weird or awkward about their living arrangements."

"Sweetie...I don't blame you for being uneasy about this, but we really can't just go back to that," Jane countered. "Not until you get a better grip on your transformations; last thing you want is for something to trigger you when you're not expecting it, or when you're with someone who wouldn't be so understanding about getting speared on the wrong end of a canine dick..."

Sara pretended to gag. " So much worse when you say it that way; thanks."

"How do you think I feel? I'm the one who woke up under a shrinking ball of fluff...knowing exactly who it was all the while, mind you," Jane reminded her. "And before you go telling me that I could have pushed you aside anytime, it's helpful to remember just how much larger someone is when they're transformed..."

"I get that it's risky, Mom. I get that I need to get a grip on it, but...do we really have to do this right now? Can't I have a little more time to process all this?"

Jane shook her head. "You really can't, dear. Did you already forget that your sister is on her way into town?"

"So tell her to cancel. It's not too late to send her back the other way."

"She doesn't check her phone while she's driving, and frankly, I'm not in a mood to let you weasel your way out of this, Sara. I don't blame you for being uncomfortable, but if we can even go over some of the basics of getting control right now, we'll be able to keep you from doing this to someone else before you find any other triggers."

It was getting later in the year, and the sun was setting earlier and earlier each day, but Sara was already well aware of the dangers of the full moon, even as it was starting to shift up into the evening sky.

That was the only trigger that she was aware of, however, and the one that was at the forefront of her thoughts as she rested her face in her palms.

"Finf...fine, fine, fine. Just please make it quick," Sara replied, wishing that she could skip over that portion of the evening entirely. "And maybe don't mention canine dicks ever again."

Sara would never admit it out loud, but she'd loved every empowering minute of being transformed into a thick, beastly werewolf; she had regret on the other side of it, knowing that the greatest source of her pleasure was her own mother's bodice, but nothing she could do would change what had transpired between them, and clinging to that regret was the only thing that kept her from thinking that she might still have some latent attraction to Jane, after what occurred.

She didn't have the bravery or gumption to act on those thoughts as a human being, but as a werewolf, she'd already proven herself unpredictable to a fault.

"I'll only mention them as far as taking care of yourself goes," Jane replied. "Fact of the matter is that you'll need to keep yourself clean, and before you go saying that you know how to clean up that kind of thing, you'd better stop and remember who you're talking to."

Sara was already lifting a finger to halt her mother, but at that point, she flushed and silenced herself.

"Now...you do have to look out for more than you might have realized," Jane continued. "Everyone knows about the full moon, but the fact is that there are plenty of other things that could force you to change. The presence of other werewolves can be a common trigger, and you need to be careful with your emotions, especially your...y-your lust. Should you feel yourself becoming especially attracted to someone, the dominant spirits within you could stir the beast awake and encourage it to take the reins."

There was a clear disconnect; a lack of trust between the beast that was still hiding within Sara and the human that she appeared to be on the outside, but she could feel some of the instincts lingering around, even when she was completely human in appearance.

At the mention of lust, she swallowed back a lump and tried to pretend that she wasn't feeling the latent attraction to her mother, believing that it was just a result of the racing hormones that had been engaged the evening before.

"So, until I get this figured out, I should stay away from anyone I have a crush on, shouldn't look at the full moon, and stay away from other werewolves...who...to the best of my knowledge, I can't identify until they show themselves to me in the first place."

"You make it sound pretty hopeless, but...trust me, I was married to a werewolf for a while, and you're gonna be okay," Jane offered. "Having a strong will and a positive spirit about it is gonna go a long way to keeping you in control, but...you had one thing wrong in all that."

"Great...what did I mess up already?"

"The full moon isn't just about looking at it," Jane mentioned. "It's a matter of your existence: you're going to be affected by it whether you see it or not, but if you see even the tiniest beam of moonlight, you're going to transform...and all we can hope to do at that point is keep you in control of your new body."

Jane didn't want to make the situation sound completely hopeless, but she didn't want to mince words with her daughter, either: she needed Sara to understand how important it was that she take their talk more seriously than she had, thus far.

"When you say it like that, you make it sound like I'm not gonna have a choice in the matter of transforming, Mom..."

"You...don't. Not entirely. But with enough time and practice, you can at least figure out how to cling to your humanity and overcome the canine urges that come with your transformation; if your father were here to help, it'd be a little easier, but for now, the best I can think to tell you is to find something that reminds you of your humanity more than anything else and keep it like a talisman...cling to it and focus on how you should behave when you fear that you're losing control."

It was a crash course in the truest sense, but Jane was trying her best to keep it from turning into a crash-and-burn; she'd only just realized how far in over her head she was, but she was struggling with the same distant attraction as her daughter was...and it was all she could do to think of her motherly duties and not act on those urges.

"...Sara? Are you listening to me?"

Jane knew that Beth, her other daughter, wouldn't pick up the phone if she called, but she could tell that the presence of the full moon was already proving too much for Sara: the best she could do was leave Beth and voicemail and warn her not to come in the house, with only a wing and a prayer that Beth would check the message before she got out of the car.

"You need to find something, sweetie...and you need to find it now ," Jane reiterated. "Please, d-don't...don't give in so easily, Sara!"

There was the tiniest bit of a grin curling the corner of Sara's lips, but it wasn't one of pure confidence.

Across the dinner table, Jane recognized the arrogance in her expression, and the weight of the lump of nerves she gulped back down her throat rattled Sara's ears with such a vibrating weight that those ears, still human in nature, began twitching.

They wouldn't be human much longer, and Jane was running out of useful ideas, save for locking Sara in the bedroom and telling Beth that she wasn't feeling well.

She'd break the door down in an instant when Beth arrived, and if she shows favor to her sister, too, there's nothing I can do to keep her from getting roped into this...come on, Sara...you need to fight this!

Some part of Jane already knew that Sara wasn't trying to fight back, but she was distraught to think that her daughter was willfully giving herself over to the power and lust of the new body that she'd gained.

It wasn't just that Sara wasn't trying: it was the fact that Jane knew how easily she'd give herself over to the new alpha of the house when the first shift in her daughter's eyes became evident to her.

"Don't blink, Mommy...you wanna see it, don't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jane answered, but already, the fight was gone from her voice; she'd seen the shift in the color of Sara's eyes, right with the narrowing of an eager brow. "The only thing I wanna see is you going up those stairs and finding yourself a talisman, young lady!"

"You've always been terrible at lying to me, Mommy."

" Please don't call me that, Sara. You're a grown woman, and I need you to start ac-

"Acting like it?" Sara stole the thought and stood up from the table, but when her hands slammed on the other end, a greater strength rippled through them, evident in tense, surface-bulging veins. The mass of her digits continued to grow as she pressed down on the wooden surface, but as quickly as they expanded, tufts of fur began spreading across them, covering up her knuckles and spreading all the way up to her wrists. "By taking my place as the man of the house, you mean?"

On the other side of the transformation, Sara was back to having a woman's body, but she was quick to give up the softer, kinder features that she was known for as a human being: a stronger jawline formed along the underside of a muzzle, and arms that were slender and lithe were quick to pump up with powerful muscles, stretching her skin until it seemed primed to burst...but before anything too gruesome could be revealed, the fields of dark, black fur spread up her forearms and covered her biceps.

That didn't preserve her modesty, as her old, comfortable t-shirt was brought to the edge by her growing flesh, and the grip of a brassier proved so uncomfortable that her first act wasn't to climb across the table and assault her mother, but to reach down and tear the front of her top away, granting greater freedom to her expanding chest.

"You're not even trying to fight it, Sara...y-you...you're just accepting it! You need to try!" Jane argued, but as sensitive as a canine's ears could be, Jane knew that they would be deaf to her requests. "Oh...n-no...sweetie, please, you need to try and stop this before your sister gets here!"

"Why?"

"Wh...w-what...what do you mean, 'why?'"

"Why bother waiting for her to show up? I've already got a perfectly good bitch standing across from me, eyeing me like she needs a good, hard fuck...and I've got all that and more to give..."

"But your sister-

"Can get in line and wait her turn," Sara claimed. "If I get bored with you, perhaps I'll have some energy left for her..."

Jane's body was already responding, thanks to her own transformation the night before: as much as she was trying to embrace the last of her humanity, she knew it was a losing battle when the familiar itch of bristles on the back of her neck forced her to wrap her palms around the nape.

Scratching the spot only encouraged further growth of those follicles, and the way that she arched her back was putting on an unintentional display for an eager werewolf that didn't need an invitation to want to take her in the first place.

"You really shouldn't t-talk about your own sister that way," Jane reminded her. "Much less your own mother..."

"Sorry that my dating pool is a little bit limited," Sara had one last ounce of venom to throw in with her sarcasm, as if she still blamed Jane for allowing the change to occur in the first place. "But you sure weren't complaining like this last night."

"Sweetie, d-don't..."

"Don't give you exactly what you want? Don't give you what you're really after? What you've been missing ever since Dad disappeared from our lives?"

If she were one step closer to her proper, human body, Jane would have lashed out at her daughter for making such a foul comment.

Instead, she felt tears receding, and a warm flush taking her cheeks as her hands, still behind her neck, dropped all the way to the waistline of her shirt; she tugged it up before she had a chance to feel bashful about exposing herself, she was going for the hooks of her brassier.

"I haven't been missing it that long," Jane replied, having fully given over to the corrupting influence of her transforming daughter. "After all, you gave me one hell of a reminder last night...and I sure hope you know what you've gotten yourself into, making me feel like such a damned goddess like that."

Sara grinned wide, canine daggers spreading her lips apart. "Trust me, I know exactly who I've gotten into, and I plan on getting into her a few more times before the night is over..."

Beth was already parking her car outside when Sara kicked her chair away and ripped the last of her shirt from her bulking chest...but she had no clue what she was about to walk in on as Sara pushed her jeans down from her hips, exposing the renewed flesh and girth of her canine sheath.

"Are you a-always this crude, dear?" Jane asked, feeling a new weakness in her knees as her daughter came around the table, pushing it out of her way in an egregious display of strength. "Or do you think it'll turn me on? You don't have to force it."

"I don't plan on forcing anything, Mommy...I can already smell how much you need this."

It didn't matter how hard Jane tried to pretend otherwise when the heightened senses joined the rest of Sara's transforming body.

Even the littlest bit of arousal in the air would come across as a wonderful and intoxicating bouquet to Sara, who stood tall over her still-seated mother and looked down at her with a certain level of expectation, knowing that it would only be a matter of seconds before Jane gave herself over to the act of properly warming up her own daughter.

Sara was just trying to decide if she had the patience to wait those few seconds, or if it would have been more fun for her to wrap one of her growing paws around Jane's still humanoid face, just to tug it in against the warmth of her emerging cock.

She didn't even realize that she'd made the latter decision until she felt Jane drooling against the tapered, canine tip of her growing erection, but when their eyes met again, Sara could see that all the fight was gone from her mother; even the sound of the front door closing at the other end of the house wasn't enough to break Jane from her trance.

"Mom, sis! It's been way too long s-since...since...oh...o-oh my God...w-what the fuck? What the fuck?!"

For just a moment, Jane was truly grateful to be under the spell of the werewolf, saving her from feeling the absolutely shame that she should have been saddled with for wrapping her lips around Sara's cock; that was the closest she gave to a proper greeting to her other daughter, with her growing paws too busy going for a feel of Sara's taut, thickening backside.

"So nice of you to drop by, Beth..."

Sara turned her head from the show and cast such a wicked grin that Beth felt such a chill, she feared that she'd walked over her own grave.

"I don't know what the fuck this is, but I...I'm c-calling the cops," she immediately replied, but her body didn't response with such haste.

Her intentions were good, but she was looking up at the final stages of a werewolf's transformation, and upon entering the dining room, she found herself inhaling just a hint of the natural musk that came from his body...and her human form was absolutely helpless against the sample.

Weakened knees almost knocked together as she felt a surge of arousal in the pit of her stomach, pushing down toward her womanhood; she was doing all she could to dig up her smartphone and ignore every other urge that was crossing her mind.

"Why break up all the fun?" Sara asked, trying to keep her voice more akin to her human tone, but the full, gruff sandpaper of her growl was in full effect already, obscuring the truth of her identity. "It's not every day you get to have a round with your mom and your sister in the same afternoon..."

Beth refused to believe what she was hearing, but the words barely stuck when the low, growled vibrations tickled her ears and left her slumping against the wall.

What the fuck has gotten into me? Just pull out the phone, stupid!

She thought it should have been that easy, but her fingers were already dropping the phone to the floor when Sara finally reached her wrist and pulled the device from her grasp.

It shattered in the palm of the werewolf with seemingly impossible ease, crumbling as readily as a biscuit...and the crumbs that fell to the floor were all that remained of Beth's hopes to escape the situation.

"Just let her have her f-fun with you, dear," Jane suggested to her own daughter, her voice devoid of the regret it should have been dripping with. "There's nothing to be done but...t-to lay back and enjoy it, really..."

Jane was already so close to her own werewolf body that Beth could hardly recognize her own mother, but she wouldn't be far behind: it took only the scrape of a claw against her fair, delicate flesh to start the process.

"Maybe that's why Daddy left," Sara joked. "He didn't feel like making this a family affair...but I'm not as soft as he was..."

Beth was still struggling to process what she was seeing, but as much as it was hard to believe that a genuine werewolf had invaded her home, and further that it was her own sister...the greatest struggle of all was watching the slightest trickle of blood spill from her wound...

...Only to immediately disappear behind a thick, wild tuft of fur.

"Sara, d-don't...don't do this..."

At that moment, Beth allowed herself to believe the impossible truth, but she still couldn't believe that Sara was the one pulling the strings of such a sinister occasion.

Seeing her own mother's spittle on the end of Sara's throbbing cock wasn't helping matters, and the growing drool of precum from the canine tip was making it that much harder to resist the obvious temptations, but Beth wanted to be able to say that she tried to resist.

She wanted to be able to say that.

"Don't do exactly what you want me to do?" Sara asked, letting the last of her humanity fade behind the fully grown coat of her fur. "Don't tell you to crawl under our mom and wait for your turn?"

Sara wasn't interested in waiting for Beth to catch up, but her orders were more than enough to help her younger sister connect the dots: as hard of a pill as it would have been to swallow, Beth could already tell that Sara had done this before.

She didn't know that this was only the second time that Sara was giving herself over to that transformation, but now that she was looking up at a werewolf and struggling to catch her breath, she would never have believed it.

"I...is...t-that what you really want from me?" Beth asked, as fur shot across her arm in long, visceral cuts, until it was pushing up the fabric of her t-shirt. She put shame to the side in an instant and pushed her shirt over her head, but by the time that she had, her tummy was already flooded with the same plush coating, and the muscles beneath were churning over and over again, simulating the thousands of repetitions needed to develop such power. "You can't be...s-serious..."

"Allow me to show you just how serious I am..."

Sara wasn't going to waste anymore time with human words and emotions: she believed that she answered to a higher calling, something that human vocabulary couldn't capture.

Instead, the gesture of gripping Beth by her still human hips and tossing her to the floor seemed to get the point across just fine, and a shocked, gasping reply filled in for the words of disbelief that Beth would have offered...but without another word uttered, Jane turned over and mounted her own daughter first , making sure that Beth's hips would be pushed to just the right angle for Sara's approach.

"Do your best to relax for her, sweetie...it'll feel so much better if you do..."

It was all happening so fast that Beth wasn't able to focus on any individual gale of the whirlwind, but everything was combining into a moment that she couldn't escape, and at the behest of Sara's aroma, she couldn't resist.

It should have been wrong to look into her mother's eyes with such lust in her own...to feel a sense of belonging as she watched the flesh of her body shift and rebuild itself, much in the image of the werewolf that was above her.

It should have been that much worse to feel relief when Sara approached their resting bodies and put her claws to work, tearing away the denim of her blue jeans and making ribbons of her panties, and yet, Beth was already quivering with a need that she recognized...one that she knew she was going to answer to.

Jane, for her part, had experience with werewolves before, and had practice resisting their wiles, thanks to her husband: that was the only reason she held out so long against Sara the night before.

"If it's your will to...b-breed me...then do so," Beth whispered, giving herself up far easier than her mother ever had.

That lack of willpower came from a lack of experience with the beastly canines, and even the knowledge that her own sister was about to pound into her hips wasn't enough to keep her from drowning in the sex appeal that dripped from every inch of Sara's hulking form.

There was no 'good girl,' no 'as you wish,' no praise at all from Sara as she knelt down and hoisted Beth's hips from the floor, pulling her up and into the path of a massive, twitching length.

Those words wouldn't have left Sara's mouth, after Beth made anything close to a demand: it wasn't the place of a needy bitch to be making demands in the first place, as far as the alpha was concerned.

The driving weight of hips against her still transforming body and the pressure of a tapered, canine member against her dripping petals was every bit as much a lesson of her place as it was an overwhelming pleasure, for Beth.

This can't be happening...this is all some sort of fucked up dream, right? She wondered. A shrill gasp escaped her as inches of incestuous length pumped into her passage, but no words could be formed when her mind was so completely overwhelmed by the experience. That means it's okay if I enjoy this...if I just indulge my fantasies this one time...

Sara, and the unfathomable reality she represented, would still be present when Beth came to the next day, but she was grateful that she hadn't actually passed out; to miss even an instant of that first thrust, or a single inch of the impressive, pulsing cock within her womanhood would have been a criminal thing.

"Do you think she's a worthy addition to the pack?" Jane asked, refusing to look back over her shoulder to enjoy the show, when there was such an exciting, twisted face for her to gaze down at in the moment. "Or do we need to do away with her?"

Jane felt a grip on the back of her neck; the deadly clutch of massive digits and razor-sharp claws were a firm reminder that she wasn't the one making those decisions anymore, even in her own home.

Then again, Jane thought, This isn't my home anymore, is it? If Sara is the new alpha...this is her den...and she makes the rules, now.

When she was finally a human again, Jane would have no way of knowing if that thought process would stick, but anytime Sara was transformed, she knew what the rules would be...and she didn't have the strength, nor the ironclad will to argue with them.

She only had the desperate need, dripping down from the petals of her eager womanhood and the slow, alluring sway of her hips, enticing Sara to give her even a single thrust, if that was all that would be shared with her.

"Don't...d-don't let her do that," Beth finally spoke up again, but with her body heaving against the floor and her legs moving further back at the behest of Sara's overwhelming grip, even those few words were proving difficult. "Don't let her push me out, Sara...I can...p-prove that I'm worth it!"

She gave herself over so easily that Sara would have been frustrated, if she wasn't so burdened with need herself: there was some thrill and passion to the hunt, but a werewolf in the middle of a full moon wasn't going to complain about having too many options to choose from.

"Trust me," a low, thick growl escaped from Sara's panting muzzle. "You'll have plenty of chances...t-to prove yourself...little sis..."

Pulling her member free from Beth's passage and leaving a trail of precum in her wake, Sara shifted her grip and pushed down on Jane's body, forcing her eager cunt into the perfect position to handle the next thrust.

Supple breasts heaved against each other as Jane and Beth were held so tight together, and the weight of a domineering thrust pushed an impassioned cry from Jane's own lips...but she wasn't expecting to feel a thick, heated rush of cum spreading across the insides of her womanhood.

"Oh...o-oh, fuck! Sara! You decided to h-honor me with your cum after all...s-such a generous alpha," she praised. Her eyes were already glazing over with lust from that single pass, but the expression faded slightly when her petals, left gaping after a single hump, were left wanting, with only the excess juices of that first cumshot to satiate her need for Sara's flesh. "Hey, w-wait...where the hell do you think you're going?!"

Another grip on her neck forced the needy beta to yelp, and on the other end of that, there was only obedient silence: not even a whimper could pass her muzzle as Sara angled down again and slammed her cock forth, impaling the eager Beth on the end of her length once more.

"You taught us to share and share alike," Sara answered, her voice growing thicker by the moment. "And I've got a lot more to share with you two..."

Without stopping for even the slightest break, Sara put the new muscles and endurance of her canine body to good use, pumping into Beth and bringing her little sister that much closer to her own release with a series of deep, satisfying passes.

The night was just getting underway for the incestuous trio, and with Sara at the helm, there was no telling how many more rounds they were in for...and that was to say nothing of the nosy neighbor that had decided to peer in the window when Sara decided to change course.

How could anyone blame her for wanting to sneak inside for a closer look?