The Werewolf Sorority

When werewolves exist that have the ability to permanently transform you into a werewolf of their own gender, you'd best be careful who you let bite you.

It all started with her smile. That sly, knowing grin she wore as her hips rocked against you, her body impossibly warm and soft. She was perfect—too perfect—and you had no reason to question why one of the hottest girls in the sorority had taken an interest in you. You didn’t argue. Who could?

Her soft skin pressed against yours, her hips rolling in teasing rhythms that made your brain go blank. She smiled down at you, a glint of mischief in her eyes that you brushed off as excitement.

“You’re so stiff,” she teased, grinding harder, her voice low and sultry. “Almost enough to lift me up. Adorable.”

Your heart hammered in your chest. You tried to play it cool, but your hands shook as you gripped her hips. You opened your mouth to respond—something cocky, something manly—but she leaned close, her breath hot against your ear.

“Too bad it won’t last,” she whispered, and her smile sharpened into something... unnatural. “You won’t need it where you’re going.”

“What—”

Her teeth sank into your neck. Pain flared—sharp, electric—and then heat, searing and overwhelming, flooded through your veins. Your limbs refused to obey, your body going numb beneath her. She sat up, still straddling you, her expression one of bored amusement.

“Relax,” she sighs, rolling her eyes. “It’s just a bite. You boys are so dramatic. I swear.”

Your heart pounds, your mind reeling. “What... what did you do to me?” you manage to choke out.

Her smirk widens. “Oh, nothing special. Just turning you into one of us. A sorority girl needs a good pack, after all.”

Turning you...

You try to fight it, but your body won’t obey. The world fades into darkness as her voice echoes softly in your ears: “You’re going to look so pretty...”

Your vision went out. The last thing you saw was her smirk as your world faded away.

You woke up in a daze, your body trembling with strange, overwhelming sensations. Something was wrong. Your chest felt heavy. Your hips—too wide. Your thighs pressed together in a way they never had before, and when you shifted, you froze.

A soft, unfamiliar nub tingled against the wet fabric of... panties? Your breath caught, every movement sending a pulse of heat up your spine. You looked down and nearly screamed.

Breasts. Smooth, furred skin. A tiny turquoise bra clinging to your chest. Wide, curvy hips. And between your legs...

No. It couldn’t be.

“You’re awake,” came her voice, cheerful and mocking.

You looked up, and there she stood, in the doorway, now fully shifted—her sharp teeth and pointed ears framed in soft fur. She looked you over with smug satisfaction as you trembled.

“You were so eager to get into my panties,” she said, giggling as she approached. “So I thought I’d let you keep them. How’s it feel, princess? Oh, don’t squirm too much—you’ll only make yourself wetter.”

You whimpered, tears burning in your eyes as you tried to sit up. But the heat building in your core betrayed you. Your new body twitched, your clit throbbing, brushing helplessly against the soaked fabric.

“No... I... this isn’t...” you choked out, but even speaking felt foreign, your voice soft, breathy—girly.

She crouched beside you, a hand grazing your trembling stomach. “Shhh,” she purred, her claws tracing the waistband of your panties. The feel of silky fabric against the folds between your legs actually causes you to involuntarily buck like a girl in heat. “It’s just your womb waking up. You’ll get used to the heat soon enough. The ache... the need.”

A helpless sob escaped you as the truth settled in. Your body felt alive in ways it never had before—too sensitive, too hungry.

That was weeks ago. Now, you can barely remember the man you used to be. The nights are a blur of bodies—werewolf alphas claiming you, teasing you, filling you until the ache deep in your belly fades into blissful relief. Your body trembles with need constantly, every brush of fabric against your swollen clit sending fresh waves of heat through you.

You belong to the pack now—just another horny, submissive werewolf slut, desperate for the touch of an alpha.

And sometimes, late at night, as you lie sprawled on your bed, panting and drenched in sweat, you whisper the words you’ve come to accept.

“So many alphas...”

And you smile.

Because you know the night is far from over, and being a werewolf can be a bitch.