Show Victoria How Things Are Going to Be

Lauren and the rest of the pack had reluctantly managed to wrangle their bodies into something mostly human, though the sensitive twinges of extra nipples and the throbbing heat of their dark folds were a constant reminder that they were anything but. As they prowled the halls of the sorority house, Claire especially seemed to relish the wave they were all riding, the steely tumble of her thick grey ponytail bobbing behind her as her pointed ears twitched at the raucous sounds of the party and her nostrils flared to take in the scents. Lauren suspected Claire had always wanted to be in a pack, even before she'd known it was possible.

Still, Lauren wasn't going to stop there. Now that she'd gotten a taste for things, she knew she wanted the whole sorority under her. The pack was drawing stares as they passed, most of them of interest, even attraction. Then again, Lauren knew the heady scent they were giving off was cutting through even the thick funk of booze and carousing. Lauren basked in the attention, idle fantasies already dancing through her mind of what the girls would look like as they started changing. Yes, the sorority was going to be bitches from top to bottom, with her at the top.

For that to happen, she had to topple the current top bitch. Victoria, who'd been leading the other sorority officers by the nose since anyone could remember. Lauren had figured out just what to tug on to make that unravel. Charlotte had thought of herself as a dirty animal, and she was drawn to someone powerful who would make her submit. Victoria had done that by making the girl feel ashamed of herself. Lauren had made the goth's fantasies real, and had promised Charlotte could watch as she put the blonde in her place. Gretchen for all her bluster and tough looks had turned out to be surprisingly lonely, and more than a bit of a cuddler in the afterglow. Everything with Victoria had been metered, transactional. The sheer release of giving and receiving so freely had made the snowy-maned brute utterly devoted to Lauren. Victoria's strategy had always been to divide and conquer, keep the cliques in the sorority at each other's throats. Keeping all of that in line had been Claire's unenviable task, and the social chair had never liked all the infighting. Lauren knew that once the sorority started to turn, Claire would be in her element.

With the pillars of her support knocked out, Victoria was the top bitch in name only now, but it wouldn't be satisfying without making her truly a bitch.

All of them knew where Victoria would be. She thought everything was being taken care of by the rest of them. They'd thrown so many parties like this. She didn't have any reason to think this one would be different. So while the party was well underway, Victoria was taking the time to be fashionably late.

Lauren rapped her knuckles on Victoria's door.

"God, what do you need?" Came the blonde's muffled, annoyed voice. She hadn't even bothered to see who it was.

Lauren tried the knob. It wasn't locked. She turned it and slipped inside. Victoria hadn't even put on her costume yet, as she shot an irritated look over the top of her phone.

"Time we had a talk, Victoria." Lauren smirked.

"Oh, are you fucking kidding me Lauren? Couldn't you have picked a better time? And... what the hell are you wearing?"

"What did you expect?" Lauren chuckled. "You threw a costume party."

"Yeah, and you always hole up in your room and ignore us."

"I'm thinking neglect is something you're pretty familiar with," Lauren said, reaching her hand out and beckoning to the rest of them. "At least that's what they tell me."

Victoria's eyes widened as the pack filed in. Charlotte shut the door behind them.

"You're all dressed like that? You're... with her?"

"That's the thing," Charlotte said, "you probably never expected all of us to compare notes, did you?"

"What are you even talking about?"

"You had everyone chasing their tails," Claire joined in.

"But that's going to stop," Gretchen said gravely.

"Oh come on, I got all of you where you are now! You think there aren't girls who would slit their wrists for the chance to replace you?"

"All of them at once?" Lauren grinned toothily. "That'd be a real trick, even for you. We figured it out. You need them more than they need you."

"So you're here to do what, gloat?"

"No," Lauren chided, "we're here because I bet you're smart enough to read the writing on the wall. You don't have to be left out in the cold."

"What... what do you want from me?" Victoria asked nervously, her head starting to swim from the musk wafting in the room.

"Starting all over from scratch would damn near kill you, wouldn't it?" Lauren mused, licking a fang. "No, you want to stay at the top, if you can."

"Well I mean... who wouldn't?" Victoria hedged, her eyes darting among the four, lingering more than a little at their figures. "I like being in charge, so do you. The three of you loved being at the top of the heap."

"But you only gave us a taste," Charlotte chuckled. "And you made us all compete for even that."

"But I didn't make them beg," Lauren said, leaning close over Victoria, just enough that the blonde could really smell her. "They agreed though, they'd all like to see you do it."

"Beg? A-as if!" Victoria stammered.

Still, the only human in the room was already getting flustered, her cheeks reddening. Lauren could smell Victoria's growing arousal, and she was sure the rest of the pack could too, from their growing grins.

"Beg to join us, and you're still up here on the top of the heap," Lauren said, running her fingers through the blonde's hair. "You'll not only still have power, you'll have more."

"A-and if I don't?"

"Then you won't even get a sniff, Vickie."

Victoria gritted her teeth, clearly not pleased with her options, and confused by how turned on she was becoming.

"Okay."

"Okay? That's all you've got to say for yourself?"

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Please... please let me join you. I'm begging. I can't go back to being nobody. I just can't."

"And what if I don't believe you?"

"I'll do anything. Anything. Just ask!"

Lauren shot a toothy grin to Charlotte, who nodded back enthusiastically.

"Well then, I know just how to prove you're serious."

"Wh-what's that?" Victoria asked, starting to wonder how much she was about to regret what she'd said and done.

"All them told me you won't go down on a girl to save your life," Lauren chuckled, stepping back from Victoria and unzipping her fly. "Now, none of them were sure if you felt like you were too good for it, or you just didn't know how. Tonight you're going to get plenty of practice."

Lauren dropped her ripped pants down to her ankles, followed by her panties. The blonde's gaze was glued to Lauren's shaggy, ginger muff and dark, glistening canine spade. Victoria's blush went all the way to her ears, as her mouth watered nearly to the point of drooling. She swallowed hard.

"You're... you're not human!"

"Oh Vickie, sweetheart," Lauren purred, stepping up to the blonde again, cupping the sides of Victoria's head. "It grows on you."

"Why... why do I?"

"Starting to get to you, huh? Finish that sentence."

"Why do I want... this? Why do I want you?"

"There's a good girl. Don't worry, you're going to get what you want tonight. Even if you don't understand what you're hungry for."

"I haven't... I haven't done this before. Please... show me how?"

"You know what you like, don't you? You've had each one of these girls eat you out."

"Yeah, but..."

"No buts, Vickie. We'll start you out easy. Have a taste of me. Lick me like you'd expect them to lick you."

It was awkward at first, and Lauren did savor this being the one thing the blonde wasn't confident at. Victoria darted her tongue out, a tentative lick, and her blue eyes widened in surprise as she got a taste of the juices dewing Lauren's dark folds. Those icy irises dilated, and she flushed as she realized she wanted more.

Soon she was enthusiastically diving in, clumsily at first, but there was a certain charm to just how badly the blonde seemed to need it. Lauren curled her fingers into Victoria's hair, holding her right where she wanted and already feeling the change stirring as her knuckles frosted with ruddy, sprouting hair.

Charlotte was already loving the view she had, one hand slipping between her legs while the other shamelessly groped her breasts, her own change well under way as a coal-black ruff spilled from her shirt. Gretchen and Claire were enjoying the sights too, but with this much musk in the air they'd started pawing at each other with interest, already sprouting as well.

Meanwhile, Lauren's clawed fingers traced the contours of Victoria's ears as they twitched to points. It had been a gamble, not biting the blonde. Still, she'd suspected that bodily fluids were what really mattered, and the former queen bee of the sorority had gulped down plenty of Lauren's. The redhead could feel the presence of fangs at her canine snatch as Victoria's greedy slurping grew tinged with snarls and growling. Her cheeks pushed forth thick tufts of flaxen hair as her locks tumbled into a shaggy mane.

Lauren had already climaxed many times that night, howling each time. Still, there was something especially satisfying as the changing blonde dragged them both out of the species anew.

The flaxen-furred bitch's muzzle was buried between Claire's thick grey thighs as she clutched at the bedspread, bucking with the first tremors of orgasm. Claire's tongue lolled between her lower fangs and she gave a whine before the tidal wave of pleasure wracked her, wrenching a howl out of her dark lips.

Victoria rose to her full height, licking Claire's juices from her muzzle. As much as Lauren hated to admit it, the blonde had become a vision once her beast was brought out. All dangerous curves and golden shag. Still, part of what Lauren liked about it was how nasty Victoria was now. Before, she'd never had a hair out of place, always in charge of every situation. Now Lauren had seen the girl let loose. After eating Lauren out she'd begged for more, going down on Charlotte, Gretchen, and finally Claire. Her hair was a mess, her pelt matted with sweat and musk from each of the pack. They'd marked her in a way, one that any other werewolf could smell.

And she didn't seem to care. As Lauren lounged with her arm around Charlotte in afterglow, Vickie curled up on her other side, clinging to the red-pelted bitch. They both belonged to Lauren, just like this was undoubtedly Lauren's pack. The redhead wrapped her other shaggy arm around the blonde.

"Feel like everyone's coming around on this arrangement," she grinned.

"Oh hell yeah," Vickie replied. "But let's get real, it's only the start, isn't it?"

"For someone who was nearly pissing herself a little bit ago you catch on quick..."