Pheobe shook her head, desperately trying to clear the haze. She raised her paw-like hands defensively, allowing herself to be carved by Stronghowl’s claws.
“I surrender!” she gasped in a deepening voice, reflexively baring her throat. “I surrender!”
Stronghowl dove in for another strike, stopping short as she landed on all fours over her. She growled before she pressed her muzzle against Pheobe’s lips. The girl, shocked at the intensity of the contact, breathlessly returned the kiss. The tingling raged, fueling the growth of her teats, ears, fangs, everything.
Pheobe broke the kiss, curling her hands around Stronghowl’s furry mane. “Show me…show me the moon.”
The werewolf snarled happily. “Follow me, my mate.”
They rose, silently exiting the room. Phoebe’s dorm was parallel to the rooms facing the moon. Effortlessly, they broke down a door to an unoccupied room. The pair held hands as they crossed to the double-sized window.
Stronghowl slashed away the blinds. Pheobe was bathed in the sweet moonlight, and she felt her savagery ebb, beckoning her.
“It’s…beautiful,” she mused, dreamily.
“Yes,” the werewolf growled. “And now, you will be, too.” They embraced, kissing and touching other passionately as Pheobe’s changes reached critical mass.
“Howl,” the werewolf growled between kisses.
Pheobe wrapped her arms around her future mate, and gazed out the window. She steeled her human will, the last she had, and lunged toward the pane.
The glass gave way, leaving nothing between them and the cold brick pavement but a six-story drop.
Pheobe prayed it was enough to kill them both.
“Do not deny yourself,” the werewolf snarled, licking her muzzle seductively. “Or me.”
Wendy did not respond. She curled herself into a ball, denying Carla any visual pleasure whatsoever. Susan followed suit, shaking and crying. Penny pushed herself as far against the wall as possible, though she gazed to the open window. Even if she couldn’t see the moon, its presence was felt, and entranced her. She clearly wanted to pleasure herself, and Susan, and was just barely restraining herself.
An hour passed in silence, despite an occasional sigh from Penny, before Carla rose and slammed her paw down on a nearby desk, cracking it down the middle.
“Get the pack,” she angrily snarled to the new recruit guarding the door. She leaned into the hallway and howled, bringing a deluge of werewolves into the room. They quickly overpowered the three and dragged them from the room.
Within minutes, they were in front of the dorm, on a grassy plain the students called “The Beach.” Wendy felt her mane of fur pushed into the dew as thick steel cables from the Turner Hall construction were draped across her outstretched arms, trapping them above her head. She heard stakes being driven into the ground as her legs were similarly braced.
She got a glance of Susan and Penny, bound in a more sinister way. Susan was trapped as Wendy was, but Penny was strapped down over top of her, chest to chest. Her legs and waist were braced, but her arms were free. Even through their clothing, the thin contact of their heated flesh brought moans from both girls.
“Behold, the moon!” Carla led a chorus of howls as others shredded the girls’ clothing away. Penny squirmed, and seemed to be happy in her nakedness.
Wendy strained her eyes shut, to no avail. She knew the moon was there, but more importantly, it knew she was there, and what she was.
“Penny, you’re secretly enjoying this, aren’t you?” Her attention returned to the pack, a sea of at least 40 werewolves. “Sisters, show them the bliss they will experience.”
Half of the werewolves danced and howled, praising the moon. The rest descended into a full-out orgy, pleasuring their mates with tongues and paws. Susan tried not to look, but Penny stared lustfully at the spectacle, moaning and growling with heat. Saliva dripped from her lengthening canines as she unconsciously ground her crotch and nipples against Susan’s.
Carla crouched by her beau. “You’re angry, and curious, and aroused. Good.” She leaned down to lap at her bare nipples, as a clawed finger began stroking Wendy’s engorged clit, bringing snarling gasps from the girl. “You won’t escape me this time.”