Make Charlotte More Suited to Her Collar

Hmm, yes. There was something just a bit freaky about Charlotte. Just a hint of edges under that meek demeanor that Lauren wanted to bring out. That wasn't just a collar she wore, it had spikes. What else was she keeping inside? Besides, she deserved better than Victoria, didn't she? If Lauren set the animal inside Charlotte loose, she wagered the goth girl would be more than grateful.

As Lauren stepped out of her room still barefoot, she felt the thump of the music and breathed the funk of the hallways like it was the first time. Her flaring nostrils could pick out scents from it that she couldn't before, far more than just unwashed partying. A whiff of beer, the tang of sex from some of the rooms. More than a few of the girls had hooked up with each other casually. Once Lauren got to spreading her infection around the whole house could be her pack. How glorious would that be? Maybe it wouldn't be the discipline she thought she'd bring to the place, but being queen bitch of the sorority was starting to have an appeal.

It had to start somewhere, though. Charlotte. She canted her head in the hallway and sniffed at the air, surprising herself with how naturally it came and how right it felt. There. The smell of those damn clove cigarettes she always smoked. She could smell where Charlotte had been and followed her nose down the hallway. She paused, sniffed again, and turned toward the back stairs, winding down them and toward the screen door to the back deck.

Outside, some of the underclassmen were still setting up for the night's party. There at the corner of the deck was Charlotte taking a drag from her cigarette. She seemed distracted by something, so Lauren crossed the distance between them.

"Victoria didn't stick around?" the redhead said slyly.

Charlotte stirred from her reverie with a start, and her eyes widened as she took her visitor in.

"L-Lauren?!"

"Good guess," Lauren replied with a toothy grin, showing off her fangs.

"That's... your costume?" The goth asked, pale cheeks reddening. "Holy hell."

"I'm trying something different. Figured you'd be a good judge. You're the one who keeps putting horror movies into the movie night rotation, yeah?"

"Y-yeah. I'm kind of a horror fan."

"So do you like it?" Lauren pressed, "Did I nail the look?"

"You're... a vampire?" Charlotte guessed. "Wait no, too hairy..."

"Way too hairy," Lauren agreed as she lifted up the hem of her tank top and watched with glee as the goth's eyes went to her treasure trail. She let the top fall back over that particular mark of the beast. Grinning again, she tucked her wild hair behind her pointed ears. "Wanna guess again?"

"You're a werewolf," Charlotte breathed in something like awe, her blush returning with a vengeance. "And not like those 'slutty werewolf' costumes that are just furry ears and a tail you're... a hot werewolf."

"Oh, I like the sound of that," Lauren chuckled. "A 'hot werewolf.' Nobody's going to get jealous if they hear you say that about me, are they?"

"I don't.... I don't think she thinks about me all that much when we're not together."

"'She' as in Victoria? Just assumes you're ready to go when she is?"

"Yeah," Charlotte sighed, "Don't get me wrong it's... fun and all just... it happens when she wants it to, not when I do." She paused, nostrils flaring. "God, are you wearing something?"

"I thought I was wearing a 'hot werewolf' costume," Lauren quipped back.

"No I mean like... a scent."

The goth was right, of course. Lauren had gradually become aware that she herself smelled different now, and pretty strongly at that. There was a heady musk wafting off of her, and though it didn't bother her at all, she had noticed it had turned a few heads in the hallway as she passed. Pheromones, perhaps?

"Oh honey," Lauren smirked toothily. "That's all me."

"Funny," Charlotte snorted. "Still, it's a nice touch. Smells good on you. Makes you smell... like an animal."

"I did a lot of little touches that aren't really obvious," Lauren replied, leaning in, "and not all of them are visible with my clothes on."

"You mean like..." Charlotte's brown eyes strayed again to the hem of Lauren's tank top.

"Just like that," Lauren grinned anew, "and it goes lower than that."

"Oh God," Charlotte mumbled, biting her lower lip and fidgeting with her collar.

"I could show you," Lauren teased, stepping back and stretching her well-muscled arms before giving an unladylike scratch at an armpit that now bore a thick, wiry tuft of ginger hair. That hadn't been there before, but Lauren found that she liked the feel of the new presence.

"L-like back in my room?" Charlotte stammered with nervous hope.

"As much as I like that idea," and honestly Lauren did, but she felt like she had to do something Victoria would see as a challenge. "I'm thinking you come back to mine."

That was the move. That was showing dominance, and that had her leading the goth girl by the hand back to her place with everyone watching.

After the door shut behind them, Charlotte was watching Lauren as if she might bite, and just perhaps was hoping that she would.

"So you like werewolves, huh?" Lauren teased. "I figured you for more of a vampire girl."

"Vampires are okay," Charlotte conceded, "and sometimes they're pretty hot just... well, werewolves let everything out, right? That just always really did it for me."

"And I can tell that you really like that bits of me are animal," Lauren reasoned.

"Oh God yes," Charlotte breathed. "It's like... a hint of the other form, and all that. A mark of the beast."

"Is that why you always wear the collar?" Lauren probed. "Are you a dirty beast inside?"

"...yeah," Charlotte admitted. "I... only Victoria knew before this. She threatened to tell everyone. Said they'd think I'm a freak."

"Oh honey, if you're a freak then so am I," she said as she unbuttoned her fly and shimmied her ripped jeans down to the floor. "And I am marked."

Charlotte's eyes widened as they strayed to the bite scar on Lauren's thigh. Now it looked completely real, and if she moved her thick thigh just the right way she felt a twinge that reminded her of the night she was bitten there. Those brown eyes traveled down the muscled contours of Lauren's legs, newly frosted in libertine ginger hair like she'd never shaved a day in her life. Roaming back up, the goth girl's gaze lingered on the redhead's panties stretched taut over the canine spade of her puffy netherlips, a telltale spot of damp seeped through the cotton and untamed pubic hair escaping from the sides.

"God, you... you really took this pretty far," Charlotte mumbled, though Lauren's twitching ears caught every word.

"But you still want to see more," Lauren urged, "don't you?"

"I really do," Charlotte confessed, "But I shouldn't. Victoria wouldn't..."

"Fuck Victoria," Lauren almost spat. And we might just later, she thought, if only to get her turning and have her realize who she belongs to. "Isn't it time to get what you want?"

"Y-yes. And I want..." she trailed off, as if she was afraid to say it.

"You want to see it, you want to touch it, and you want to taste it. You want me."

"Yes. I..." She's at a loss for words for a moment, but ultimately settles again on "Yes."

Lauren tugged her panties down, letting them pool about her ankles before she stepped out of them. There, bared to Charlotte, were the slick, quivering dark folds of her wolf cunt, wafting musk and pheromones in the goth girl's direction.

"Wow," Charlotte said almost dreamily. "It looks... real."

"What if I said it is real?"

"Then I'd ask how I get one of those..."

"Can't you guess, honey? Same way any other werewolf does," she said with a leer as she splayed her scarred thigh for the goth again.

"You were bitten. You were bitten and you could..."

"And I could bite you."

"Then yes. Please, yes. Bite me. Make me a werewolf."

"I will. Just one question first, though." Lauren smirked. "When you and Victoria have fun, does she ever eat you out?"

"No," Charlotte sighed. "She always just has me get her off, then sits with her phone the rest of the night."

"Then I'm going to bite you, and lick your snatch until you change and howl. Only when you're an animal inside and out do you get to taste me."

Lauren had taken her time. There were still hours before the party and she was determined to have Charlotte on her arm, turned and utterly bonded to her, by when the festivities started. Besides, it had become obvious enough that she herself was still changing as she started to enjoy her new condition and her own wolf started to emerge. For her part Charlotte had been more than happy to make out, turned out to be an eager groper, and by the time they'd torn each other's remaining clothes off was simply dripping for Lauren.

The redhead had savored the bite. As much as it was a sexy place to do it, biting Charlotte in the thigh made a strange kind of sense. No awkward conversations about how it got there, and by the time a scar like that got bared anyone who saw it was going to be joining the pack. Blood tasted good in her mouth, and she almost didn't want to let go. It took the goth's scent starting to change to draw her nose to a different part of Charlotte.

She'd been clean-shaven. Another insistence of Victoria she said, not that the blonde ever bothered to help her clear out the cobwebs down there. Still, by the time her netherlips started to waft musk and darken like a bruise, there was raven black stubble gracing Charlotte's mound. Lauren's snuffling nose was starting to darken and broaden as she brought it to the goth's snatch, licking lengthening fangs ringed by black lips that no longer needed lipstick. Her cheeks were sprouting tufts of lush ginger fur that brushed against Charlotte's thickening thighs as she dredged a longer tongue along those changing folds and darted it between them. Dredging it along the root of the goth girl's pearl earned a fanged gasp from Charlotte as her fluttering brown eyes shot through with gold.

So it stretched on and on, their silhouettes lurching larger and stranger, Charlotte carpeted in coal black fur as her jaws worked thin air, stretching into a muzzle. Between her legs a mass of ginger fur and sloping curves pressed her own muzzle into the collared girl's new canine spade. Tails thumped against an old bedspread, claws dug in as the black-furred bitch squirmed, and finally Charlotte's thunderous orgasm was heralded by a howl barely heard by anyone over the thumping music outside.

Then, proving that she was good at it, Charlotte dragged another one out of Lauren.

They lay together in afterglow after they'd worn each other out, though as the sun started to set in the window Lauren could feel that thrumming, primal energy already returning. Even 'human' once again, Charlotte had changed, just as Lauren had. Lauren found her own taut abs framed by several new pairs of dark nipples. Another thing she'd have to hide, but not from everyone. Possibly not from anyone in the house, if she had her way.

Charlotte had grown, her hair wild and sprawling, her bangs lopsidedly uneven. She honestly looked like she'd taken a page from the cover models on the costume packaging, all muscles and curves like her newfound lover. Dark nipples contrasted deliciously with pale skin, and her taut belly was studded with them like Lauren's. She lazily trailed long-nailed fingers down her dark treasure trail before plunging them into the still musk-soaked jungle that had eclipsed her formerly shaven mound.

They looked like two of a kind, and Lauren could tell that delighted her lover.

"You know," Lauren said idly, "I want to spread this further."

"So... not just us?" Charlotte asked with some disappointment.

"Wolves run in packs, honey. I want there to be lots of us."

"As long as you don't... well, is it selfish of me to want what we have to stay special?"

"Not at all," Lauren assured her. "You're allowed to be a selfish bitch if you feel like it," she said with a sly smirk, a long-nailed finger circling Charlotte's nipple.

"G-good," the goth said with a squirm. "Besides, now that you say it a lot of werewolf girls sounds... kind of amazing?"

"Babe, I'm going to let you turn quite a few too."

"Ooh," she blurted a little too quickly. "I... know a few that I'd really like to. Here in the sorority."

"How about Victoria? You could turn her if you want. Turn the tables a bit. Or you could ask your new girlfriend to do it for you. Bring her down a few pegs."

"Oh God, that's... that's a big damn fantasy. If you got her craving your cunt like I do, I'd almost just want to watch while you made her a bitch."

"I knew you were kinky," Lauren grinned.