No, a sudden realization flowed through her mind. You will never be alone again. You will have your pack, your Queen, and your mate.
The voice was alien, a growling hymn, and yet not. It took her a moment to realize it was her voice, her thought.
She looked over the gathered beast women, and realized it was true. They were a community, a constantly growing family, and they would die for each other.
Why had she resisted joining them? They wanted her to be as strong, as free, as they were. How could she resist a gift like that?
She felt her muscles clench, and knew she was nearing orgasm. Her body was aflame, bringing with it tiny changes that would quickly accumulate.
The werewolves that had been Penny and Susan approached, kneeling on their haunches beside her.
“We want you to know how much we appreciate what you’ve done for us,” Susan growled, getting slowly used to articulating through a muzzle.
“Absolutely,” Penny growled, still touching herself. “If not for you, we’d still be human. Thank you for helping give us this gift!”
Wendy braced for the inevitable. “You…like…it?”
“Yes, more than anything,” Susan smiled. “You will too, Sister.”
The girl relaxed, letting Carla lap her into bliss. She felt herself climax, and released her pleasure in a long howl.
Carla joined her a second later, before the winter werewolf felt her own slit attacked. Wendy’s hunger was ravenous, and she used her thicker tongue to great effect, driving Carla into howling frenzy.
She felt her restraints snap from the slightest flex of her massive muscles. Thick auburn fur ringed her whole body as she rolled them both over, their red-on-white like a winter sunset. Wendy’s mate pawed her full breasts as her muzzle completed its growth. The werewolves pleasured each other into several more climaxes before collapsing, nuzzling each other in afterglow.
Carla smiled. “How do you feel, my mate?”
Wendy growled happily, as she looked over her pack. “Loved.”
Queen Swiftfang howled for her pack. They were great enough in number now for the Ultimate Howl. She would prepare the ritual for constant night in this setting, as it was in her home. Then, they would have ample time to share her gift with the entire world…
It had been difficult to procure enough tranqs and silver rounds to outfit his troops, but Commander Roland “Devil Dog” Arnquist managed to do it.
Thank God for the transmission. It had been difficult, but it was enough to convince him that all was not right with Fielder College for Women. He felt proud that he had convinced his superiors that action was needed.
They stopped at the border of the fog, a convoy of Humvees with machine gun ring mounts on the roofs. All told, he had forty men on the front, with a reserve of another fifty waiting as reinforcements. Each carried an assault rifle, loaded with enough tranquilizer to fell an elephant. Their sidearms contained a clip of silver ammunition. Their orders were to take them alive, if at all possible. He wasn’t concerned with what state they were in.
Three of his troops toted briefcases, containing parts for sniper rifles. They were for ground support, though one had orders to target the as-yet-unidentified Queen.
A reserve strike force of helicopters stood ready to bombard the college, should the first two waves fail. Intelligence had indicated that no humans existed within school grounds. It was extreme, and cleanup would be messy, but that was why the pencil-pushers and bean counters made the big bucks.
“Get ready, men.” He tried to be more PC in the modern military, but this time he knew he could get away with it. He had specifically requested a force containing no women. He knew what would happen to them.
“Remember, if you end up getting bit, retreat immediately. Failure to do so will be considered an act of treason, and you know the punishment for that.”
The troops nodded silently. Among them, Private Louise Oswald stood, wearing her urban camouflage helmet low to conceal herself from Commander Arnquist. She tried not to gasp, tried not to tip anyone off to the alien warmth she felt from being here.
“Move out!”