"Umm," Cynthia said, clearing her throat, "Change contagiousness?"
"Oh..yeah," said Trisha with a smile. "When a werewolf loses control and shifts, she puts off
a fuckpile of pheromones. And since we have better senses of smell than our human counterparts, it affects us
more. So let's say you have a five werewolves, and one starts to change. She starts putting off the pheremones
and the other four are affected by them..and so one of THEM starts to change..now you've got double the pheromones going on. Let alone the fact that those two are probably either fucking or masturbating, driving
the pheromones even higher, there's also the sounds and the sights of the change, calling to your inner wolf.
End of story, you've got five werewolves in a furred orgy and a pheremone residue that's going to carry on the
wind or linger in the area, causing any random werewolf to lose control too. So yeah..gotta be careful. It's
even a bigger deal for ones like me or you, Cynthia."
"Ones like us?" Cynthia asked, sounding mildly timid and unsure of herself.
"Girl, you're an alpha!" snapped Trisha. "Act like one! You don't have to be all
timid!" A soft growl emanated from Cynthia's throat before she realized what was happening. Trisha simply
laughed. "That's what I'm talking about, hon. We're alphas. The camp CHOSE us. We're more powerful than the
rest. We're the ones that stay in charge...but that means we have to be a little more careful."
"Careful how?"
"Tina and Rachel are your packmates, now..I mean..all of us in the camp are a pack,
but everybody has a sub-pack, made up of the ones that they either changed or changed with. That creates a
sort of psychic link up..not in the whole 'I can speak directly to your mind' kind of thing...but you'll be
able to sense each other, to a degree. The thing is..when you shift, the link sends a signal to them, somehow.
We don't really understand the how or the why behind it, but it happens. When that happens, they shift too. It
doesn't matter how far. It doesn't matter if it's daylight where they're at, or what they're doing. Our best
theory is that it's essentially an alarm signal of sorts for the pack, in case the alpha is in danger."
"Oh..well..shit..I suppose I SHOULD be careful then," Cynthia said.
"Yeah, you can imagine how much more difficult things could become if you shifted and
they weren't near you. Everyone near them would potentially be in danger of either shifting or becoming
dinner," Kaitlyn said. "Plus, they'd have little to no warning. I mean..you get a little warning, but it's
inevitable, so they won't be able to stop it."
"And anyone they bite falls into 'your pack'. You can imagine that in a decade, you
might very well be able to cause dozens of people to shift at the drop of a hat," Trisha said. Cynthia felt a
surge go through her crotch, and her nipples immediately hardened. Her heartbeat increased as she lost herself
for a moment, thinking of having that sort of power. Her thighs clenched and unclenched unconsciously, and a
small burst of pheromones wafted into the air, causing Rachel and Tina's nostrils to flare.
Trisha got up, walking to in front of Cynthia, then leaning down in front of her.
Trisha's large breasts hung in front of Cynthia's face, her loose shirt hanging open enough to give a rather
easy view. She leaned her mouth close to Cynthia's ear, breathily saying "Girls like us...we have a lot of
power in our pussies.."
Cynthia became acutely aware of the heat building between her legs. Instinctively,
she knew that she was on the verge of changing again, and she knew that everyone in the cabin would inexorably
shift. It was so tempting to give in..but was this a test?