Sandra Reynolds just wanted to grab a quick shower.
They had lost the game, badly. Even the cheers had been outdone by the opposition. It was a raging disaster, and she just wanted to clean up and forget it happened.
Fortunately, Coach Peel had shut the doors to the locker room as he stormed off in disgust. At least she wouldn’t have to listen to more browbeating.
Most of the other girls had left right after the game with whatever jock they were “dating,” presumably to comfort their star-player boyfriends by stroking more than
their egos. She took a lot of heat for not having the appetite for beefcake that the other cheerleaders did. Sometimes it bothered her that she was still virgin. Usually,
she was glad to wait for a special someone. It made her feel good to not randomly give out head like some of her cohorts.
Someone, or rather something, had beaten her to the shower. She stood in shock, wearing nothing but a robe and armed with the deadliest of fresh, fluffy towels, as
the…whatever they were…took notice of her and rose.
Had coherency reigned, she would have screamed something more descriptive. As it was, a scream was all that could be managed. She heard rustling, and guess it
was Mindy and Connie reacting to her outburst.
The beasts leapt for her, and the male…he was MOST definitely male… tackled her to the ground. His sharp claws tore away her robe, even as the females ran in
the direction of Mindy and Connie.
Sandra struggled, in vain, and the werewolf…that was the only thing it could be…gripped her legs in its strong paws and pulled them open. She winced at the thought
of what was to happen, and readied herself to die.
Death felt like a tongue, lapping at parts of her previously untouched by anyone but herself. She watched as the wolf nuzzled her vagina, lapping along her slit with a
thick tongue. The moan escaped her lips before she could stifle it, encouraging the werewolf to lick between the folds. She backed herself against a locker, arms
splayed uselessly to her sides. His tongue brushed her clit, and she squealed in delight. So this is what the other girls rave about…
More moaning caught her attention, and she saw the female werewolves, on all fours with their tails high in the air, going down on Mindy and Connie. The girls
responded intensely, fondling each others breasts and kissing like lovers. Sandra always wondered about those two.
Her breasts were gripped by clawed hands, the leathery palms sending jolts through her stiff nipples. She gasped in lust, abandoning herself to the pleasure. Werewolf
saliva and human cum dripped down her thighs, and her crotch was awash in intensifying heat. She found her attention drawn along the body of her lover, the curves
of his massive frame and the texture of his fur, which she stroked absently as he pleasured her. She took in the sight of his tail, just above his tight, beautiful ass, and
then her gaze wandered downward…
A growl came from the orgy to her right, and she saw the humans paired off in a 69 with the werewolves. As she watched, there was increasingly less difference
between the two, given the girls’ pointed ears and amber eyes. They were turning into werewolves, too, and looked to be enjoying it.
The werewolf looked up at her, piercing her soul with its amber eyes. It rose again, giving Sandra her first full view of its penis, the conical head dribbling precum. It
was sheathed, hung above massive furry testicles. It was magnificent. Her body was ablaze, and she wiped the sweat from her brow.
She gripped it, stroked it with fervor, drawing growls of approval from the monster. Her stroking became more intense, and her hand throbbed as graying hairs poked
through the skin. One look at the pelts and tails that had grown on the girls told the tale of her fate, and she licked the tip clean before her own amber eyes met those
of her mate.
“Fuck me,” she growled, her voice deeper and savage.
The werewolf wasted no time, immediately ducking down to penetrate her with its wolfhood. Sandra gasped and snarled, losing herself in the euphoria of sex and
change. The werewolf…HER werewolf…bucked and snarled as he rode her, plunging his cock deep inside her increasingly furry body. Sandra gripped her swelling
breasts in thick paws, teasing her growing second and third pairs with thickening claws.
Howling brought her out of her revelry, and she saw four she-wolves sucking and licking each other in furious heat. She snarled and bared her fangs at them, longing
to join them after her mate was finished.
The pleasure continued, intensifying as Sandra came with a melodious howl. She climaxed over and over with her mate, as her muzzle extended and her tail wagged
and her legs became the proper shape for a wolf. Her pack sisters padded to her, and joined an orgy that lasted until…