Brianne let out a soft moan as her skin glistened with sweat. “I'm..tr..trying to hold it back, but y-you guys need to go..” she whined. Her gray cotton shorts had the damp stain of her wetness visible. Her canines had started to lengthen, and her breasts continued to swell, tugging the shirt up and baring her midriff, which rippled as her stomach began to gain the muscle tone of the werewolf. “My pussy is boiling, and..I..need...need to release..”
The remaining trio looked at each other with raised eyebrows. The intensity of Brianne's pheromones had increased, tempting them to stay.
“I..better go. I've bitten a couple of others. We don't need a camp-wide conversion on our hands. Heads will roll if that happens.”
“It's not on us though. None of us are alphas, and even if we were, we could shift the blame on whoever her alpha is. Plus, there's not exactly a guarantee that this will go camp-wide.”
“That's the pheromones talking..it's..tempting. But..I'm..gonna go...I can get myself off later..” she headed to the door, leaving the remaining two still in the room.
Brianne half-listened to them as her eyebrows began to knit together, and the points of her ears pushed through her curls. “Why wait?” she said, smiling a fang-filled grin as she watched her leave. She locked her yellowing eyes on the other two. “I can get someone off right now. Hell, all three of us can get each other off.”
The remaining two exchanged glances with each other, arching their eyebrows wryly. “She's not part of our pack,” said one, a willowy and small-chested hispanic girl, with a smile. She leaned in and sniffed her black cabin-mates neck. “And I was too busy with someone else last night to get a taste of either of you, Raquel.”
The black girl shivered and nodded. “I've missed you too, Isabella..” her hands reached up under her hispanic cabin-mate's shirt as she ran her nails lightly down her back. “And..the queen is always on about inter-pack relations..” They smiled at Brianne as they slipped out of their clothing and moved quickly toward her. Their nostrils flared as they caught her scent more strongly and embraced it, no longer trying to avoid its effects.
Raquel growled and dropped to her knees, tugging Brianne's damp shorts down. Brianne's muff quivered, and her clean-shaven mound rustled with the growth of new fur. “Let me get a taste of you, puppy,” she said with a growl, before slamming her tongue deeply into Brianne and causing her to sink to the floor as her knees buckled and legs gave out.
As Brianne writhed in transformation from Raquel, Isabella felt her own heat rise, and her thin form began to grow thicker with muscle. She stalked over on all fours shakily, trembling as the change wracked her body unevenly with muscular contractions and growth. Her pussy burned and boiled with the change and arousal, and as she reached the changing pair, she straddled Brianne's face, holding her dripping hole a few inches from her mouth. “Time to see if you give as good as you get,” she said, before dropping it within tongue range of Brianne's stretching muzzle.