Get the Other Officers Howling First

"Victoria's definitely on the list," Lauren mused, "but I feel like she's not going to appreciate I'm in charge unless I take her other little playmates away first."

"You mean the sorority officers?" Charlotte asked. "That's probably a good idea. She's... well, you've heard the rumors."

"Yeah, she's not all that straight at all, is she?"

"Honestly I'm not sure if she likes girls or she just likes having something over us. She really keeps us guessing."

"Well, getting dragged down to an animal level really cuts through the bullshit, doesn't it?" Lauren smirked.

"Oh God, you're not wrong," Charlotte raved, licking her fangs. "You should turn Gretchen first."

"The jock? How'd Victoria get her wrapped around her finger?" Lauren asked with curiosity.

"She gets... needy, if she has enough beer in her. Doesn't like to admit it either. Has to keep up appearances, so it's not hard to goad her into matching you drink for drink."

"I feel like my tolerance went up a lot since I turned," Lauren reasoned.

"Then we're in for some fun," Charlotte replied with a grin.

Lauren slammed down a freshly emptied beer bottle on the makeshift bartop in the basement of the sorority house. Across from her, a girl with pale platinum blonde hair and shaved sides slammed her own down in unison. Aside from being in the sorority, Gretchen was known for being on the women's rugby team. She was built for it too, thickset and muscular. In the games Lauren had been to, she'd seen Gretchen stop other players cold.

Still, Charlotte had been right. It hadn't taken much at all to get the jock's competitive streak going. Though the goth had indulged as well, it was Lauren who had gone head to head with Gretchen and honestly she'd enjoyed the thrill of it.

Over the course of several beers, Gretchen's eyes kept traveling over Lauren's body. She wasn't used to getting ogled, and drawing stares was a great feeling. Stares and more besides, as Gretchen leaned ever closer to breathe in Lauren's musky scent.

"God," Gretchen breathed unsteadily, "how didn't I know you were this fun?"

"I didn't make it easy for you," Lauren laughed. "Still, better late than never?"

"That mean you're interested in making up for lost time?" Gretchen drunkenly flirted, stepping around the bar to drape an arm around the redhead.

Lauren gave a meaningful look over the jock's shoulder to Charlotte, who responded with two thumbs up.

"Well," Lauren grinned toothily, "something to be said for finding out what we've been missing, yeah?"

Then she curled long-nailed fingers into platinum blonde hair as she pulled Gretchen into a deep, hungry kiss.

Blood dripped down Gretchen's thigh from a rapidly-healing wound. More smeared Lauren's face, ringing her black lips as she dredged her tongue along the jock's increasingly musk-drenched netherlips. Above, Charlotte's leathery, fur-fringed fingers groped at Gretchen's breasts as they eagerly made out. The jock's ears twitched to points as her hair thickened and grew, pale blonde steadily replaced by a lush tumble of snowy white. Gretchen clutched at Lauren's head, nails pushing forth into talons as her knuckles frosted with ivory hair.

"More," came the fanged gasp from the changing jock between kisses. "God, I want more."

The Rush Chair had joined the pack.

Lauren was riding high when they emerged from Gretchen's room. They really were a pack now, and having Charlotte and Gretchen at her side bolstered her confidence even more. The jock had taken quite well to the infection, her bulky build and violent tendencies built on by unleashing her inner animal. She loomed over even Lauren's new stature, a sharp-toothed grin on her face as her yellow eyes peered through ivory shag as if daring anyone to make a move on them.

Lauren knew the story behind closed doors, though. After she'd licked Gretchen into a mountain of white fur and swollen curves, the new werewolf had begged to taste her. Victoria had been keeping these girls starved for attention and touch, and now the floodgates were open. Lauren was already starting to fantasize what it would be like to bring the pack together some nights to writhe in change and please each other.

Regardless, that still meant making Victoria her eager bitch, and she needed one more addition to the pack before she could tackle that. That meant going after Claire. Charlotte knew the officers of the sorority better than anyone, and she'd told Lauren that as the Social Chair, Claire was the last big piece of Victoria's power over the sorority.

And Charlotte knew right where she'd be.

The three of them rounded the corner into the biggest room in the house. Beers were being passed around, and as they passed a large punch bowl Lauren caught a whiff and knew it was spiked. Nearby, a girl with mousy brown hair up in a ponytail was having an animated discussion with the DJ that had been hired for the party.

"Hey Claire," Charlotte said as they neared.

"Oh hey Lottie," the brunette said, not turning around. "Listen, I'm serious." She emphasized to the DJ. "You've got to play that song at midnight on the dot. It's gotta be perfect."

"It's not that easy to get one song to end on the dot to start another," the DJ said, her vivid pink braids bobbing as she shrugged. "Best I can do is set a timer so I know when to wrap stuff up."

Claire always sweated the details, Charlotte had said. It might have been she was afraid of disappointing Victoria. It wasn't as if all the effort she put in was appreciated, though.

"I'm sure it's going to be fine Claire," Lauren said.

"Oh what do you care, Lauren?" The brunette said as she turned around. "It's not like you- ...whoah."

"Not like I come to your parties?" Lauren grinned. "Think this one's going to be my first."

"Are you... in costume?" She asked in confusion, looking first Lauren over, then Charlotte and Gretchen. "Are... all of you in costume?"

"Could say that," Lauren snorted before licking a fang. "Can you guess what it is?"

"Group costume, huh?" Claire mused, continuing to look them over. "Some kind of... wolf pack?"

Hearing it said aloud sent a rush through Lauren, and a pleased snarl escaped her lips.

"Got it in one. I knew you were smart," Lauren replied. "Thought it might be fun if all the house leadership came as the bitches in charge."

"Huh. That's... that's kind of fun," Claire admitted. "Wish you'd told me earlier, I already picked up a different costume."

"Oh don't worry Claire," Charlotte chimed in. "There's still time for you to match."

It felt crowded in Claire's room with all of them in there. Still, that was part of the plan. Three werewolves, reeking of musk and pheromones. The brunette had nowhere to hide. She was already flushed, nostrils flaring as she looked them over anew.

"That's... that's really realistic," she marveled. "Are those extensions? Wait, is Gretchen wearing a wig?"

Lauren reached for Claire's hand and guided it into her thick ginger mane.

"Does that feel fake to you?" She smirked.

"Oh wow, it's all you..."

"And all me," Gretchen chimed in from behind Claire, reaching around to start unbuttoning the girl's sweater.

"All me too," said Charlotte as she knelt down and opened the brunette's fly.

"Wh-what are you...?" Claire stammered, cheeks flushed, eyes dilated from the heady scents surrounding her.

"We're going to get you into costume, Claire." Lauren grinned, cupping the girl's cheek before kissing her. "I need someone like you in my pack."

Truth told, Lauren was tempted to just stay here like this. The four of them lying together, sex and musk thick on the air. They hadn't shifted back yet. She was finding it was harder to do when there were more werewolves in the room. Still, it was glorious to be like this, with Gretchen's white-furred hand adoringly stroking the thick, dangling ruff of ginger fur that crowned Lauren's weighty breasts. The redhead leaned her muzzle over to nip playfully at Claire's twitching ear. The brunette had gone spectacularly grey, her wild mane steely colored but shot through with silvery streaks. Her pelt was patterned like a timber wolf, darker at her back and sides but lush and creamy down her front. She seemed ecstatic just to be here, to be included.

Or it might just be that Charlotte, Gretchen and Lauren had each brought her to howling, fur-bristling climax in turn. Certainly the aftershocks of that still twitched in her dripping lupine sex.

"Fuck," she swore uncharacteristically, "I didn't even know I was holding all that in. And you say we can do this whenever we want?"

"You don't have to hold anything in anymore," Lauren tempted, fangs grazing Claire's ear. "And once we turn Victoria, I'm going to make her eat you out too."

"And then we'd all be..."

"Yes," Lauren finished for her. "Close. Like you really wanted. We'd all be pack, with us five at the top."

"Oh fuck," Claire snarled in rapture. "I'm in. I'm so in."