You make it to his dorm, wet and whimpering.

You get lucky with the lunch rush dying down and classes back in session, the halls are pretty deserted. You definitely turn what few heads you see in your conspicuous coat and the overpowering odor of your wet pussy, but you move quickly enough to make it to the alpha dorms unmolested. You skitter to room 222 and knock quietly but quickly, not wanting to alert the other alphas to your presence.

You wait a suspenseful second...and then another...your heart races as you wait in vain for Larry to come to the door. You squirm in frustration and fear...and lust. Your panties are so soft against your hot, hungry cunt. It's driving you crazy. If you were naked or wearing an illusion it would be one thing, but actually feeling the flimsy fabric on your sensitive skin makes you feel more exposed...more embarrassed...more emasculated...

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You try again, terrified that any second some monster will catch your scent and burst out of their room, dragging you helplessly back to their dorm to bend you over, fill your aching hole, and fuck you hard and fill you with so much cum that you grow a womb they can breed. Maybe more than one will find you...will they share you? Or maybe they'll fight over you, and then claim you, all bloody tooth and claw, as their wet and willing war prize. You don't know what's more terrifying, the idea of being a strange creature's fuck pet, or the way that image makes you nipples harder and your pussy wetter...

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The door finally opens and you see Larry's calm, cocky grin and condescending, cold stare. "Oh hey, you made it, cunt boi. But, I thought I told you to come dressed like a slutty school gurl, not some subway flasher." You give him a hopeless, helpless pout. Surely he can't expect you to stand in the hallway dressed in your flashy candy wrapper in a dorm full of sweet toothed savages. He just stares back with his smarmy sneer, and you know you have ****...

You let your long coat drop to the floor and stand exposed to the bullying beast. You feel his eyes roam over your soft, pink skin and naughty outfit. It makes your skin long for him to replace his gaze with his hands...his tongue...his body...his cock. You feel a perverted sense of pride that his expression has gone from coolly cruel to hot and hungry. You allow yourself a sliver of hope that you can use that hunger, feed it and maybe end this sooner...

"AWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Doors spring open and curious heads pops out. You try to cover your self with your slender arms, but there is too much tempting flesh to cover, and you can feel the hungry horniness fill the hall like a hot, sticky humidity. You are scared stupid and stock still, wondering if your frightening fantasy of being fought over by brutal beasts is about to become a raw, ravishing reality...

"This one's mine! GOT IT?" You look on in awe as angry, frustrated faces disappear and slam doors behind them. A few linger for a second, deciding whether it's worth the fight. Eventually they either decide Larry is too intimidating or you just aren't worth it. Either way, it makes you feel even more submissive and servile towards this apex predator. You don't even attempt to argue that you don't belong to him. How could you? You arrived as a gushing gift for him wrapped just for him to open you up with a pretty, pink ribbon aching just for him.

"Come on in..." you follow timidly, obediently...

"Oh, by the way, what's your name?"