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Chapter 7

Night brought the animals out of their lairs and into the cold hunting grounds. Hot breath misted across the campus as bi-pedal creatures puffed, like trains, towards bars, clubs, and party houses. The wolves traveled the concrete trails, watching the humans with their matting plumage displayed for all to see. Scent and cold raised goosebumps across the skin of the hunters; drawing them to the waterholes where prey gathered in mass.

Tammy looked upon the faces of teenagers and twenty-somethings. Strange sensations reminded her that these people had been her less than a year-and-a-half ago. She too had come to these places, dressed like these lambs, and shaken her tail at the rams who strutted and postured with all their booze fueled might. The predator in Tammy smelled fresh meat, but her human mind struggled against the sensation. A mission was holding her to a course of action and she would not give into her old pettiness.

“Angela," Tammy said to her pack mate, “we'll start here. Don't go far." Angela nodded but Tammy was certain her little-sister had only half heard her. This bothered her, but her attention would need to focus on her goal.

A wall of sensation rolled over the pair as they entered the Greek Fraternity house. The rams and ewes were in full bloom and it was difficult to focus past the noise and artificial perfumes. Tammy's ears rang as she words lost their meaning in the savage cacophony. The scent of pheromones, perfume, and alcohol caused Tammy's stomach to roil and she had to draw away from her supernatural senses in order to avoid madness.

“Like, oh my God! I can't believe she said that!" The valley girl twang bristled the hair on Tammy's neck, an angry reminder of the thing she used to be. At least I can hear her. It's unnerving putting a bag over my enhanced senses, like this. A snotty blond girl turned her nose up at a less popular boy then turned her interest to a muscle bound douche-bag. Preppy posturing attracted predatory attention in a jungle of vanity used to cover insecurities.

Tammy began to wonder if she could look past the mask and see to the hearts of these idiots. Thoughts drifted back to her master and what he must have seen when he had hunted her down. Master's warmth gathered around her heart and caused her embarrassment. She too had been a fool … terrified of the world with its pleasures and pains. She had become selfish and angry. Fake courage made her eager to impress the alphas and prove she was a grown-up. Now she was different, and yet, she was still trying to prove herself an adult. Am I really so different? Am I still the same brainless posturing child?

Careful eyes scanned the crowd and spotted Angela among a gathering of admirers. A slight smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and Tammy momentarily lost track of the world. I am a fool.

The drink table was surrounded by beer-pong players who emitted sounds like braying mules. Tammy took a pre-poured drink in a red cup, glanced at the onlookers, and began to mingle. Mundane scent still told her too much to be useful. There was an inner sense of energy somewhere in this place and she needed to find it. The football players lack real life and the girls who cheer at the games have no heart. The pot smokers are also vacant, but a single strobe of energy is pulling at me.

Focusing on that distant echo gave her a direction. Something suddenly accelerated her heart … pulling her to a break in the crowd where a single presence lurked. A loner, with her arms crossed, surveyed the crowd with a look of terrible loathing on her features. A pale face surrounded dark eyes and was framed in raven black hair. A black sweater covered a lithe frame as leather pants were pulled tight by straps. Tall, steel-toe, boots completed the outfit of tough, sexy defiance that stirred a very real attraction from the hunter.

It took resolve for Tammy to step within a few feet of the girl and for a moment she just stood there and sipped her flat beer. “Hey," Tammy finally said, drawing a glance from the girl's penetrating gaze. “Nice outfit." Abigail gave only the slightest nod of response. “You look bored." The girl gave only a slight grunt but Tammy knew this game. She leaned against the wall near the smaller girl and waited for her to say something.

“This place sucks," Abigail finally said.

“Yep," Tammy agreed as she tried to act natural. “At least the beer's free."

“The beer sucks too."

“That's why it's free."

A half-smile appeared on the goth-girl's face as she emitted a sound that was almost the start of an unpleasant laugh. Tammy felt the energy that had drawn her here increase. Smells of bodies and booze wrapped around them and interfered with Tammy's instincts.

“Is there a reason you wanted to talk to me here?" Tammy asked as her patience waned.

“You stare at us more than you should," she said flatly.

“You look more interesting than this lot," Tammy said as she motioned to the crowd.

“Interesting," Abigail commented. “So, you were hoping we would amuse you?"

“I was hoping you wouldn't be tragically stupid."

“And?" Abigail asked as she twitched one eye and almost turned her head.

“Well," Tammy said as she turned a little more toward her, “you've yet to say dude, or oh my god, so I'd say you're doing alright so far." The goth-girl gave a two ha laugh and allowed a small smile to stay on her face.

“Good to know, so, your friend?"

A glance allowed Tammy to find Angela talking to a pair of boys on the other side of the room. Tammy felt a pang of jealously that she stomped out when one of the boys brushed her little-sister's butt. Abigail followed her gaze and her mysterious smile returned.

“The boys flock to her leaving you out in the cold," Abigail observed.

“Pretty much," Tammy said with a nod. “She's good with people."

“So … you wanna fuck or something?" Abigail's eyes conveyed a familiar hunger but sleeping with Abigail was something Tammy felt might not be a good idea. A quick glance said the rest of the room was preoccupied, but a light buzzing sensation seemed to hover just under her skin.

“Might be fun," Tammy admitted, as she tried to hide her nerves under a smile. “You wanna cause a scene or get out of here?"

“Let's cause a scene," the goth-girl said as she leaned closer. A sudden shiver passed between them, as the pale skinned girl wrapped her arms around Tammy's waist and settled delicate hands upon her butt. “Ohhh … how does the hunter prevent herself from becoming the hunted?"

A warning went off in Tammy's mind and a shot of adrenalin struggled through her veins, but she was frozen, held fast by the darkest eyes she had ever seen. Black lipstick refused to smear as a pink tongue wet what they covered. Warm breath blew up Tammy's nostrils, just as she had done to Angela, and she felt her mouth open in anticipation. Less than an inch away, the goth-girl stopped.

“Did you think it was only you?" Abigial whispered through a breathy smile, as Tammy let out a little gasp. “Just a thrall … out for a little bite while master isn't watching? You should know better." Muscles burned with heat, straining but not moving, bringing sweat to the skin. “You can't even shield yourself? Master, shattered your will but left you open and vulnerable? Oh, what a silly old wolf."

“Y … you …" Tammy breathed hard but could only form a whisper, “wha …"

“You're not the only creature of the night out stalking souls," the goth-girl whispered in her ear. “I'd take you upstairs but we'd make too much noise. You know … I do like the idea of making an alliance with the wolves … but Adolf is too paranoid to risk anything. Maybe you are different. You know … I could free you from him. Break his curse and let you hunt under your own power without him drawing the life from your body. Did you know that about him? Did you know he is killing you … slowly … drawing your life away with each orgasm you feel from his touch?"

“No!" Tammy growled and one hand shot up. Fingers gripped Abigail's coal-black hair but there was no strength in them.

“Oh yeah," the strange girl said with a little gasp in her voice, “just like that. You might not be completely in your own mind but you still have spirit. Damn … he won't even let you swear! Oh … you're such a sexy bitch! Enthrallment has cut your potential to pieces but you still have heat!"

“Let … let go," Tammy growled and she felt her teeth begin to sharpen. Threads of panic nipped at her as she realized her wolf was coming out and she was surrounded by dozens of witnesses.

“So much passion," the goth-girl whispered. Pale nostrils flared and she leaned into Tammy's ear once more. “You are too beautiful to be caged. This enthrallment is a sin upon your kind. You need to run free. Yes … I shall give you a gift, something to take with you when you go home … and dream … of … me."

Black painted lips finally pressed against their mark. A dark fire ignited inside of Tammy's body and flashed forth like a backdraft. An orgasmic shudder boiled up through all of her barriers and flooded out in a gust that stained her panties. Tammy braced against the wall and tried to think. A small cheer went up from onlookers as Abigail's tongue entered her mouth and forced more heat into her. Tammy's head swam in a heady bliss like a bitch going into season. When the kiss finally broke, the aftershocks caused the wolf to emit a tiny whimper.

Tammy's senses faded in and out for several seconds until she came back to herself. Abigail was gone and everyone else in the room had gone back to their own distractions. Tammy opened her hand and discovered a crushed scrap of paper. Upon it she found a name, Abigail, and a phone number. On the back of the paper was written, “call me after you break your chains."

For a several minutes, Tammy just stood in her corner and did not move. The tingle of the goth-girl rang through her whole system and she felt a powerful desire to pounce the nearest boy and rut with him until he grew a fangs and a knot. No! I can't do that! That would be horrible! She shook her head and used reason to find her way back to logic. Fucking a random boy would make another werewolf! I need to maintain control! Where is Master's control? His magic should hold the beast in! That girl … that kiss! Her power is destroying Master's bonds! I'm … I'm losing control!

The splash of her beer hitting the floor brought her back to the present and time started moving again. “Awe! Alcohol abuse!" one of the fraternity guys shouted and several people laughed.

Tammy crushed the scrap of paper into her pocket, strode across the room, and retrieved Angela from the disappointed boys.

“Come on!" she growled. “We're going!"

“Tammy?" Angela asked. “What's wrong?"

They got their coats and slipped out into the night.

“Tammy," Angela tried again, “tell me what's wrong."

“Something got me," Tammy told her through a mashing of enlarged teeth. “I'm losing control!"

“Oh," Angela said and then her eyes went wide. “Oh! Oh shit!"

“Yeah," Tammy said as she breathed heavily. “Oh … shhhah!" She doubled over, crouching into the fetal position as another orgasm forced its way through her nervous system. “Oh … shit …" she gasped and then her eyes grew wide as she realized she had just sworn. “I'm … losing control. Master's power is being broken! I'm … I'm … oh … god!" Another shiver went through her body but this one seemed less powerful. “We need to get home!"

“Sure," Angela said as she helped her pack mate to her feet and pulled her into motion. “Come on! Let's go!"

*****

Angela managed to get the front door of their house open before Tammy knocked her inside, slammed the door shut, and slotted the bolt in place. Abigail's power had not left her a moment of peace as they ran through yards and leaped fences to get back to safety. Even here Tammy felt the girl in her blood, smelled her breath, and tasted her warm wet kiss.

Moisture emitted in a continuous trickle, slicking her panties with smooth cream. Tammy resisted the shiver of another orgasm as the shimmer lingered on her skin. Involuntary hands tore at the buttons on her blouse until they popped off. One hand fingered her nipples while the second moved south; rubbing herself through her pants at the fire within. Tiny tingles of sensation flickered; forcing her eyes closed, squeezing and releasing until an orgasm burst through her restraint and made her pants so wet that she appeared to have spilled a drink on herself.

“What happened?" Angela repeated as Tammy collapsed to the floor and violently convulsed. “Why are you so … uhm … ready?"

“It … it was that girl!" Tammy gasped, in barely a whisper, but her face contorted and the rest of her words turned into a gurgling scream. Half-formed fangs pushed forward, as her heart ran at a jack-rabbit's pace. Bones pushed out to contain the hunter's jaws as her lips and nose came closer together. “That … damn … girl!"

“She's been afflicted by a succubus," their master said from the doorway where he stood in his full man-wolf form.

“A … what?" Angela asked in wide-eyed panic.

“A succubus," he repeated as he stalked forward on all fours. “A sex demon. Did she kiss you?"

“Y-yeth," Tammy managed to say as the fear in her blood increased.

“And now you are so turned on you feel like you might die?" Master's voice was smooth, controlled, the way it was supposed to be.

“Ye-yeeaah!" Tammy's words became a scream as another orgasm stampeded through her. Soon she made moans like a wounded animal and human speech was too complicated for her animal-mind to handle.

Strong paws lifted her up and held her close. The safety of his arms relaxed her will a little and she convulsed; gripping his great wolf's head as she screamed from a blissful flood. When at last she settled, he lifted one of her legs and brought his muzzle close to sniff between her them.

“Ah … yes," Master said as he set the girl down and sat back on his haunches. “Take off your clothes," he ordered, and Tammy's body moved to comply.

“What's happening?" Angela asked with fear in her eyes. “What did the sex demon do to her?"

“The kiss, created a metaphysical link between them," Master told her. “All of the sex hormones in her body are amplified in an effort to produce the energy the succubus feeds upon. The creature is drinking her energy right now; and through her link to us, she will get quite a feast."

“Ooohhh! Oooooohhhhhh!" Tammy moaned as naked flesh met cool air and she returned to the floor as another fire replaced the one that had just been extinguished. Fur was sprouting from her arms and back as she began to uncontrollably transform. Her second and third sets of nipples poked through, begging for attention, but she only had two hands and so much of her was screaming with overwhelming need.

“T-Tammy?" Angela asked timidly as she knelt by her big-sister.

“F-fffaaahhh!" Tammy wanted to scream the vulgarity in her mind, but Master's presence would not let her. He had ordered her not to swear and she was unable to disobey. Master loomed over her helpless body, not touching her. But Little-Sister's presence allowed for another opportunity.

Tammy rolled to one side and thrust forward, forcing Angela to the floor and pinning her in place. Their lips sealed together as Big-Sister reached into Little-Sister's mouth with her tongue. The taste caused the fire to grow, spreading into her pack mate.

Master lifted his thrall into the air and cradled her in his arms. As he carried her toward the basement, Tammy struggled, senses aflame, feeling every tickle of his fur, every ripple of muscle, and exhalation of breath. The beat of Master's heart hammered through her bones, his body heat smothering her like a blanket that made her sweat even more. Clawed hands gripped his fur and she sank her fangs into his bulging chest.

With a primal growl, her master pinned her to the nest they had made of pillows and bits of old furniture. Musk and old sex assaulted her already overstimulated senses as a hot tongue began lapping at her sex. Smooth skin tingled at the caress of wet warmth. A tantalizing taste flowed through their mental connection as his feelings leaked into hers. The link went both ways, though, and soon he was big and ready.

A scream sounded from the first floor as the heat of the succubus' kiss spread into Angela's body. Her hands were thrust inside her garments, rubbing and writhing as the demon's lust infected her form with smoldering eagerness. Tiny teeth sharpened into fangs as the first orgasm cleaved through her. Blond fur bristled as limbs grew and her body twisted.

The pack omega struggled to shed her clothing, but could not focus. Furry breasts expanded in pairs, stretching her shirt and bra until her claws tore at the fabric away. Bones thickened as hips widened, pushed out, and burst the stitching in the crotch of her jeans. A howl pushed forward with her muzzle as the beast took her both inside and out.

Tammy broke her master's grip, lifted him into the air and smashed him to the ground. Surprise gave her the movement she needed to pin him, and without hesitating, she slipped her hungry lower lips over the relief she sought. The warmth of his thunder welled up inside of her, crashing through her muscles in dozens of beats. Growls resonated with every shudder. She bit his neck, holding him in place as she supped his blood, and pumped her lower body down onto his.

Master was at full size and she wanted his knot inside of her. Skin slicked smoothly over his velvet muscles, heightening her excitement, drenching him in her desire. The large round base slapped against her opening. Almost inside … almost there … just a little too large! Lupine legs circled around his torso and she squeezed, pushing his mass into her. Tammy wiggled her hips, squeezing harder in her desperation to get all of him inside of her.

Just as victory was about to be hers, the mighty muscles of her little-sister lifted her into the air and threw her to the soft nest. The omega stared fiercely at her big-sister as she straddled their master. Facing away from his face, Angela embraced his mighty mass as her tail wagged and wafted her pheromones directly into his nostrils.

Tammy rushed forward and bit her little-sister on the shoulder, drawing blood, trying to wrestle her off of Master's puppy-maker. Angela bit back, scratched Tammy's back, and shoved a pair of clawed fingers inside of her attacker's sex. A gasping scream forced the aggressor to fall backwards.

Little-Sister leaned forward and planted her snout between her big-sister's legs. Tammy's mind swam in a sea of sensations as she went from being penetrated to licked. The link allowed her to feel the connection of her pack mates but her own needs still burned deep inside. Angela's claws thrust up again, finding Tammy's special spots, and stimulating them with the vigor of a woman in need.

Tammy's body clenched, drenching Little-Sister with cum, exciting her with heat and musk. The need to please and be pleased forced Angela to move harder. Slamming down on her master as she thrust hard into her big-sister. The laws of domination reversed until her master overpowered her and withdrew. Both bitches cried out in pain as he stood over them.

Angela was already on all fours, but Master held her in place, mounted her, and bit his bitch on the neck. A snarl of potent thrust plunged him forward, breaching her like a proper animal should. The firm grip held her in place as he pounded away. Wonderfully passionate sounds cried out of her body as she sang every note of her joy.

Master's mind reached out and drew his first thrall to him. Tammy's legs were soon wrapped around his recently released muzzle, allowing his tongue and teeth to penetrate her skin. The omega moved with every thrust, but felt Big-Sister's back resting on hers. Angela's six breasts swayed with each powerful impact of Master into slave, her tongue lolling out as she was properly bred.

Heat flooded into Omega's unworthy body, filling her womb and leaking down her legs. Master's knot had not been secured so she fell forward and lay on the floor. Big-Sister realized the situation in moments and she momentarily ignored Master. On hands and knees, Tammy lifted Angela's tail and pushed her muzzle between cum-soaked cheeks. Master's seed gushed out and Big-Sister greedily lapped it up.

Little-Sister cried out, thrashing through another orgasm until she turned onto her back. Both bitches found themselves in a proper sixty-nine and their tongues set to work. Lusty licks lapped at sweet juices but they also pushed fingers into tail-holes and messaged key points from the inside. Each knew their way around the other and they occupied their bodies as Master recovered his potency.

Tammy had completely forgotten her alpha until his meat suddenly spread her lower lips and filled her body. For a moment the thralls ceased all action as screams of pleasure left their lungs. Master thrust forward and Big-Sister gasped. Fur covered testicles swayed and slapped against the sex-soaked rump. A rhythm of perverse bliss began to take place as all three werewolves found their place.

Little-Sister lapped at the place where her alpha was pressing into the beta-female and she slowly began to find Big-Sister's tail hole with lithe fingers. Heat and pleasure rose through their world. Everyone gasped and moaned with every push and prod. Knot and knuckles braced against Tammy's entrances. Deeper and deeper they thrust, until another surge took place.

The knot popped into place with a sodden slosh of soaked flesh. Master bent forward and sank his teeth into his bitch's scruff, holding her steady as blood trickled down dark fur to patter onto the floor. Little-Sister's fingers fell inward, past knuckles, spreading Big-Sister wide as everyone plunged into her.

Three forms lunged lustily into the depths of their passion, screaming again and again in mutual bliss. Explosions of cream covered Angela in cum. Seed filled the needy womb and Big-Sister's feet raked bloody trails across Little-Sister's flanks. Blood mixed with bliss, running in rivers of erupting discharge, soaking fur and skin with sweat and lust. Shattered control crashed them all to the ground in a heap of master and slaves.

The succubus spell overloaded and snapped; sated by the expulsion of lust. The pack settled onto the floor in a pile of lupine bodies. Unable to move … unable to think … completely depleted of passion and strength.

Away from the werewolf lair, somewhere in the night, a demonic leer shone in the eerie purple light. The succubus drank the euphoric exhilaration and the glory of three awakened souls ravished her with their praise. The power was more immense than any dozen mortals could have offered and they filled her up with a jubilant gush until all of their bliss was spent. As the demon descended from nirvana, blackened lips smiled in the dark. This alone would have made the magic she had spent worth it; but the best part was yet to come.