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Teamwork (ClearSight x Javorcek)

Bridget's grin only widened as her new toy gave a panicked 'No!' in response to her threat to leave her be and reward one of the betas who she knew would be able to properly submit and behave. Sleeping with betas was nice but it could get a little boring though...the Alpha knew she was strong, knew she was powerful, and had spent most of her life having other wolves tuck their tails between their legs and expose their throats to her. Having a lover who tried to take charge thrilled her...though when that happened in a public venue it, Bridget felt pressure to show off her dominance.

For a moment Bridget legitimately contemplated stopping because she couldn't pick up the difference between her lover's cries of 'Please, don't fill me' and 'Please don't. Fill me!' because they were so garbled in pants and moans that she couldn't tell where the break in the sentence was. She isn't making a physical attempt to scramble away... The wolf rationalized that if the other Alpha weren't fighting her, then that was more than enough consent to do whatever they pleased. So with a few harsh, uneven jerks of her hips, her cock was soon pulsing as she came again, filling the younger girl with slickness. With her pelvis on autopilot, Bridget was free to use her one hand to play with the girl's taboo rear hole while her other searched between the girl's legs and to her clit to rub and torment, forcing the younger wolf into an orgasm. "Go on, cum for me."

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While everyone was on the edge of their seats watching Bridget play with a stranger, Sarah was leaning back, contemplatively watching the spectacle as her Alpha friend fucked the poor girl into oblivion. She wondered if her weed was inhibiting her friend's ability to feel hypersensitivity and therefore pain. I'll have to ask her later...maybe I'll use a different strand. As fun as tantric sex may be, Sarah had a feeling that the person on the receiving end may like a break. Bridget was proving to be relentless, switching positions, claiming the girl over and over again. Now she had the other Alpha in her lap and riding the still stiff cock between her legs. Bridget had undone the back of her dress and removed her strapless bra, leaving her breasts free to bounce as she rode the more powerful Alpha. How is she not tired yet? Or too sensitive to keep going?

Sarah marveled at the stamina and dedication of both wolves. She had had sex a few times and it had always ended up being an uncomfortable, disappointing, gross, sweaty mess that was more work than it was worth. Ick, not worth it. The young beta wasn't a germaphobe or anything, she just preferred the feeling of dirt under her fingertips rather than slick flesh. Plus her mind never stayed quiet enough for her to focus on an orgasm. Even now, as she weed wore off, she felt her thoughts being pulled into a thousand different directions, from what she should have for lunch tomorrow to what supplies she still needed to buy for her classes. Knowing that her loss of focus was a marker of her sobering up, Sarah decided that now was as good a time as any to go home. Amelia was asleep against her leg, she was bored of watching the sex show, and she should probably head home, wash off this makeup, and go to bed because she had a ton of things to do tomorrow.

"Hey, wake up." Sarah murmured softly, her gentle petting turning into a slightly rougher tousling in order to wake up her friend. "C'mon. Let's get you home." The younger wolf smiled as Amelia tried to protest that she was comfortable in her current location, but still, urged her friend to get up so that she could drive her home. In between high and stone cold sober was a good place for Sarah to be, especially if the anxious wolf had to operate a motor vehicle.

There were two rules in Sarah's car: 1. Do not talk to Sarah while she's driving and 2. Do not touch the radio. In a car was perhaps where Sarah's anxiety shown brightest. Fidgety, on the edge of her seat, and checking her mirrors every three seconds, it was easy to see that the young wolf was a nervous wreck when she was trapped in a small metal container with other death machines whizzing past her on the high way. Guh, and have her go to a new place? Especially if that place was a crowded city? She'd look like she were on the brink of a psychological breakdown. At least Amelia is sleepy, she won't try to speak to me. Most of her friends remembered the rules of her car...sometimes they forgot though, and would be on the end of a frantic beta's tongue lashing as she tried to hold it together.

The drive to Amelia's was thankfully uneventful. No road work and very few other cars on the road so that Sarah could keep a level head. When they pulled up to her friend's place, Sarah got out with Amelia too so that she could walk her friend up to her apartment, knowing that the strand of weed she had given the older beta might cause her to think curling up to sleep infront of her door was a better idea than mustering up the energy to unlock it and trek all the way to her bedroom.
 
Amelia was asleep but it didn't take much to wake her up. Well... Some loud, crazy shit didn't, but the moment Sarah's soft voice entered her ears she started to wake up. The weed made it difficult to get fully awake, leaving her in the half-asleep state for longer than usual, which was a rather blissful sensation. She lingered there for some time, sleepily fighting for the right to go back to sleep leaned against her friend, but after a tad more urging she caved. It was difficult, she wanted to sleep so very badly, but the more she woke up the more agreeable she became. Then, the moment she was awake enough to realize Sarah really wanted to leave then, and get a slight understanding why, she forced herself up and, with Sarah's help, made it to the car. She really did like the adorable stoner, and while their friendship was still rather new, they were close. They didn't know everything about one another, they didn't see one another every single day, but there was a natural feeling of comfort and closeness, and Amelia enjoyed time spent with the young beta.

Making it to the car was as far as the spurt of awareness got her, and soon after sitting down and buckling herself in, she was fast asleep. While she knew Sarah's rules, and how difficult it was for the beta to get behind the wheel at all, they weren't the reason she was so well behaved. She truly couldn't stay awake. There was the weed, there was the exhaustion behind it, and there was no reason to stay awake. The lack of motivation and willpower would have been enough even without the external influence. Still, even with all of that, the moment the car stopped and was turned off she found her eyes slowly opening. Actually, it was the soft voice calling her name, causing Amelia to slowly sit up straight, struggling against the added weight her exhaustion added to her body, and look over at Sarah. Sarah... Amelia just smiled, looking over at her warmly for a bit, barely hearing her friend telling her they were there.

In the end she did, nodding her head slightly and undoing her seat belt as Sarah walked around the car, trying her hardest to get awake so she could make it to the comfort of her bed, or maybe just her couch. As Sarah gave her a hand out of the car, Amelia took the chance to hug up close to her, enjoying the warmth and comfort of Sarah's soft body. "Mmm, over there..." She spoke with a heavy voice and lifted her finger in the direction of her apartment. The complex itself wasn't all that nice, but it was cheap and close to the campus. Besides, it had everything Amelia needed, and to make things so much better her apartment was on the ground floor. She had never been happier to be on the first floor, even if it did mean hearing the person above her stomp around every once in awhile.

With Sarah's help she made it inside, letting a long sigh of relief escape her mouth as she tossed her keys and wallet inside a bowl near the door, and then proceeded to kick off her shoes as quickly as possible. "Thanks Sarah..." She managed to squeeze out, making a few tired grunts as she tried to leave Sarah's support and make it to the bedroom on her own, not wanting to keep her friend, she knew the longer Sarah went without her high the worse driving would be. She wasn't awake enough to follow through with her thoughtful actions even if she was awake enough to properly think. A few steps in and it was clear that she was unsteady, her eyes barely open enough and her balance a little off. She stumbled, not falling or coming all that close, but it was enough for Sarah to continue helping her. She was really too sweet.

"Thanks." She spoke again, this time a bit embarrassed by her lack of composure. She didn't mind too much though, only calmly accepting Sarah's help to get to her bedroom, and then immediately collapsing on top of the bed. "Too many clothes..." She grumbled, undoing her pants and getting them about halfway off before the position of being face down on the bed made it impossible for her to go further without moving a bit and using her hands. Her hands were similarly busy however, trying to remove her shirt, and then her bra and panties if she could. Amelia really liked being naked when she slept, and her sheets were silk, probably the only thing in her apartment that was really, really nice. Actually, her couch, bed, and everything on her bed were all really nice. She enjoyed her relaxation and rest time, to the point that the two pieces of furniture were out of place. Her busy hands barely got the shirt halfway off before Amelia gave a frustrated growl and stopped, letting her head fall back onto a pillow as she nearly dozed off again, not meaning to forget about Sarah but being unable to stop herself from succumbing to her extreme sleepiness.
 
Sarah walked the weaving werewolf into her apartment and towards her bedroom. The other girl was exhausted and the marijuana was making her unable to pull it together and properly wake up, so the younger wolf supervised her journey towards her bedroom. She let Amelia toss an arm over her shoulder and then wrapped one of her own arms around the older girl's hip to keep her steady as they walked through the small apartment and towards the bedroom. "It's no problem." The younger girl smiled softly because really, it wasn't a big deal. Amelia was her friend and this was what friends did: watch out for each other.

Once Amelia collapsed onto the bed, Sarah turned to give the beta some privacy as she started to undress. Deciding to busy herself, she headed out of the bedroom and over towards the kitchen, grabbing a glass from one of the cabinets and filling it up with some water from the fridge. Then she went back to where Amelia was, having not heard any rustling and figuring the other girl was already settled down and asleep....only to find her friend unconscious and half naked. The older girl's shirt was tangled up around her head and halfway up her arms, and her pants were only undone and pooled around her knees as though she couldn't be bothered to kick them off the rest of the way...and to top it off she was snoring softly. The younger wolf couldn't help but chuckle softly and shake her head. She set down the glass of water on the night stand and then moved to help Amelia out of her clothes. A few gentle tugs and the older girl's shirt was untangled from around her head and arms and totally off, then she helped wriggle off her pants. Despite all that jostling around, Amelia didn't wake up, and so Sarah just rolled her eyes, muttered an affectionate "Unbelievable" under her breath, and then pulled up the sheets and blankets so that the older girl was comfortably covered.

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There were about 30 different ways to get to Sarah's apartment from Amelia's apartment, but Sarah, being the way she was, always went the same way every time. So when there was a nice giant accident that took up both lanes of traffic and a police officer waving her to turn around, Sarah nearly had a panic attack. Seriously? You want me to just do a U-turn? Right here?!?! Even without oncoming cars and a policeman directing her, Sarah was a nervous wreck as she turned the car around. Now where do I go? Fuck. It's a turn, which one though? There was a river that ran near campus so some of the roads did weird bendy windy crap and Sarah didn't want to accidentally get detoured onto a road that wasn't actually a detour.

A normal person would have just typed their address into Google Maps...but Sarah couldn't even think to do that in her current state.

The young wolf was so fixated on trying to remember the paths she knew that it didn't even occur to her to try to have her GPS take her another way. It was probably just as well, Sarah usually ended up screaming at the digital voice who never warned her early enough when to take a turn. Just the thought of trying to follow instructions while also operating a motor vehicle made the wolf's heart rate quicken. No. No no no no no no no no! She could feel the waves of anxiety lapping at her mind, threatening to become a full blown tsunami of panic if she didn't figure out a solution now. Right now. What could she do right now? She could...she could go back the way she came. She could go to Amelia's and then go back to Rico's and then from Rico's she could go back to her apartment... But what if there was another accident? What if she hit something and got a flat tire? Ugh, what if she hit something?!?! All those drunk and stoned people leaving Rico's...what if someone hit her car? Or worse, what if she hit a stumbling pedestrian as she struggled to find her way back home?!

Now approaching full blown panic mode, Sarah knew she needed to stop somewhere, she needed to smoke, just a little bit, just one of the strains that would ease her anxiety, nothing that would make her super high and unable to drive. But now the world was terrible and terrifying...and there was only one safe place she could think of. She headed back towards Amelia's apartment and as soon as she pulled up to a parking spot, she called the older wolf, silently praying that she would come out of her slumber just to answer the phone and buzz her into the complex. "Sorry, Amelia. It's late and there was an accidentandIjustcouldn'tfigureouthowtogethomeand-" Some sleepy shushing cut her off babbling and after asking where she was an explaining that she was right outside, Amelia told her she could come in and Sarah just about bolted out of her car to get into the older wolf's complex and into her apartment because Amelia was safe, Amelia was relaxing, and if she got into the older wolf's apartment she'd have a place where she could smoke and medicate and then carry on like a normal, fully functioning person again.
 
Amelia didn't remember the moment she fell asleep, in fact she barely remembered getting out of the car and into her apartment, but when she woke up in bed, not completely nude, she knew Sarah had helped her in and apparently helped her undress. Oh yeah, the phone, she almost forgot about it and let her mind wander, which would mean more sleep because she was barely staying awake as it was. With a grunt she reached out and grabbed the phone, looking at the caller ID and scrunching her brow when she noticed who it was. "Sarah..." she mumbled, reaching up and pinching between her nose as she tried to get more awake than she was, a difficult task when all she felt like doing was letting her head hit the pillow again. Fortunately Amelia was responsible, and a good friend, and all of the other things that made ignoring the call impossible for her. So, she answered, and what she got was the surprisingly adorable panicked ramblings of her beta friend. She didn't laugh, it wasn't funny, but it really was cute. Maybe it was because somehow, someway, Amelia could understand exactly what she was saying even when she started to ramble, but whatever it was she couldn't help but smile, even as sleepy as she was.

Amelia was obviously going to let Sarah come inside, and after telling her to come in the exhausted wolf managed to get herself out of bed, lose her bra, and put on a t-shirt, which was about as comfortable as she could get without going around in the nude, which wasn't as appropriate with a guest. By the time she made it out of her room Sarah was inside, and Amelia walked over to her and wrapped her into a tight hug, letting the anxious thing calm a bit before rubbing her back and telling her to go make herself comfortable on the couch while she made some tea. She wasn't sure if Sarah liked tea, but it seemed like the appropriate drink for someone who needed to calm down, something light and soothing. Sarah seemed rather content as long as she could sit down and smoke though, nodding without seeming to pay too much attention as she went over to the couch and plopped down, leaving Amelia to make the tea, smiling rather warmly as she did.

It wasn't that Amelia was suddenly awake, it was only that Sarah's anxiousness and panic was enough to bring the grad student's willpower a step above the mix of exhaustion and the effects of the relaxing weed. Once she had tea, and took a few sips, she managed to stabilize that barely awake state, adding a bit of honey and lemon to her own and leaving Sarah's plain, for the moment. She could get whatever the girl wanted, but with the smell of weed in the air she had a feeling Sarah would be fine. So, she went over and sat down next to her, leaning over and resting against Sarah as she sipped her drink, leaving the adorable stoner's drink on the coffee table in front of her. She didn't say anything for awhile, enjoying just sitting there, leaned against Sarah, and letting the beta get herself into a much better place. It was only when Sarah finished "calming down" that she felt the need to talk, but by then the warm tea and the laying her head on the beta had taken her to the edge of sleep. It was so bad she didn't want to move, and she didn't want her friend to drive in case she had smoked too much or ended up having another anxiety attack. So, with a heavy, sleepy voice, she just told Sarah to spend the night, and without really waiting for a response started tugging the girl to her bed, pulling her onto it and getting comfortable. It probably didn't happen as smoothly or quickly as it felt, but she was so sleepy that only the important stuff made it to her brain. Like she didn't want Sarah to drive, that she was sleepy, and that apparently cuddling made more sense than letting her sleep on the couch, because that meant explaining or getting blankets and pillows, which required effort... Effort she couldn't manage in her current state.

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The morning after had been extremely awkward, not that Amelia let Sarah catch on. In fact, Sarah didn't really seemed bothered by it. They had cuddled, together, for an entire night and the only one who seemed a bit off was Amelia. Amelia had been aware of her slightly stronger than usual feelings for Sarah for awhile. They were great friends, Sarah was her dealer, but Amelia adored her. It was the kind of thing where she caught herself smiling or staring more than she ever would otherwise, and she went out of her way to see the girl, despite her busy schedule. Even over the Summer when they had rarely met they kept in touch, and the hint of feelings had grown, slowly. It wasn't that there was a major overnight change after cuddling, but Amelia found it a bit more difficult to ignore the affection, which was possibly the result of being pressed up against her for an entire night, and seeing how she looked when she woke up. It was all a bit surreal, and affected the older woman.

Since then a week had passed, school had started, and Amelia hadn't talked to Sarah since the younger wolf had slept over. It wasn't all awkwardness, Amelia wasn't such a sniveling coward that she would hide, it was mostly because she was busy. She had to check over a bit of her Summer data, she had to write a few papers detailing what the next step in her research was to be approved by the review board, and she had to prepare a lesson plan. Yep, she was teaching, and while it was overseen by faculty with an actual degree, it was still her class, and Amelia took it very seriously. So, she was busy! But surprisingly less so when classes actually started, giving her enough time to act like a stalker, find out where Sarah was going to be doing her side project, and heading there with two coffees, one for her and one for the beta.

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Zoe's head had been spinning the morning after the party, and every part of her was sore... And satisfied. She felt incredible. Zoe had always enjoyed being sore, it was proof she had worked hard, and after the night of pleasure with the mysterious Bridget, Zoe couldn't think of a morning she felt more alive. For nearly an hour she laid in her bed reliving the night, from the very first moment their lips met to the many, many orgasms that followed. They had started on the couch, in front of the circle, Bridget taking her like some beta bitch, and then it all spiraled out of control from there. Her taboo hole was claimed, she was taken and fucked in the frat "mansion" in front of everyone there, and at one point she was pretty sure she remembered literally begging Bridget to fuck her beta ass, actually voicing the words. It was humiliating, and only uttered after near hours of being fucked and driven insane by lust and wolf instinct, but Zoe had loved it.

The moment she was done reliving it she had pushed it away from the forefront of her mind, knowing it was a single, magnificent night that had only happened because nobody would know. Zoe was still proud, an arrogant Alpha who was hiding from who she was, that hadn't changed. Somewhere between that amazing experience and getting out of bed the next morning all of her thoughts on coming out of the closet had been squashed. It was as if her desires being fulfilled allowed her to suppress it, and that was precisely what she did. Classes started and Zoe acted like her usual self, which was practically the exact opposite of the lovely little submissive she showed herself as at the party. She was still charming and attractive, but she was different, hiding from her sexuality.

None of that mattered to Zoe though, she had come to college for several reasons, and while partying and having sex were huge bonuses, they weren't the reason. One, she wanted to study to be either a nutritionist or a physical therapist, and two she wanted to play rugby. She was an impressive athlete, and it was part of the reason she attended the school, so when the first day of classes came and she had a chance to practice, she jumped at it. Zoe finished what she had to do early and headed over, wanting to see what her new team was like, though she was nothing if not confident going in.
 
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have woken you. But thanks. I just. I just couldn't figure out how to get back and I didn'twanttodrivebacktoRico'sbecauseeveryone'sdrunkand-" Right out of the gate, Sarah started rambling off explanations and apologies and thanks to her friend, only to be cut off when welcoming arms drew her into a tight hug. Usually touching made Sarah more uncomfortable when she was having an anxiety attack because then she just grew more anxious about inconveniencing one of her friends or family who was now having to take out time from their own lives to deal with the fucking mental patient that the beta was. Those thoughts would splinter off into other ways: like maybe she should just take the meds, maybe she should have just stayed home, maybe she should keep to herself and her plants from now on... But Amelia didn't make her feel those things. Amelia just made her feel warm and safe, she made her mind quiet, like none of this was a big deal, like it was okay to have a melt down every once in awhile because everyone did....

Once she was released, the anxious beta slinked over to the couch and sat down, immediately rifling through her bag to find her bowl and the baggy that was tinted dark blue (her bags were color-coded so that she didn't mix up strains.) Sarah packed a bowl and grabbed her lighter, taking a nice, deep hit. The effect was almost instantaneous - the nervous, fearful scent she had been secreting dissipated, the tension in her shoulders melted away, and the furrow in her brow relaxed. She closed her eyes and leaned back on the couch, taking a deep, soothing breath of just air this time, then took another hit. Two were all she needed to take the edge off...well...at least for now. Whenever she was with Amelia or close friends, Sarah didn't need to smoke a lot in order to relax because the presence of such people already worked to calm her down.

"No, no, I should go home..." Sarah laughed softly as Amelia began to tug her towards the bedroom. "Amelia, I can sleep on the couch, it's fine, just tell me where the blankets are..." The younger wolf tried her best to put up a fight, but high as she was, she was very agreeable at the moment. If her hostess wanted her to sleep in the bed then Sarah would go sleep in the bed.

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The next morning, Sarah woke up achy - sleeping in a bra with underwire and a cocktail dress would do that to you. She also woke up tangled up in Amelia's arms and legs, with her head buried in the other girl's neck so that she could inhale her friend's soothing scent. A normal person would probably feel awkward about the snuggling thing but to her it made sense to Sarah; after all, Amelia's apartment was kept on the cooler side and huddling together for warmth was a very wolven thing to do. Plus, the other beta's scene was calming and so of course Sarah's wolf craved to have her nose buried somewhere where the smell was strongest. So when she departed early in the morning, she didn't think anything was amiss, didn't even think anything was weird as the next week passed and neither of them spoke to one another. The silence wasn't odd, both of them had busy schedules.

The first week of classes was always murder for Sarah - not only did she have to get everything ready for school, she also had to make sure her side business was taken care of and ontop of that she had to get herself set up in the university's green house. This year was especially important because the senior needed to get kick off this first semester with a bang, she really wanted to be able to have her pick of schools with Masters degrees in Plant Science, so of course she spent more time with her plants than she did with people.

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"Squeeze! Crouch!" The Hooker, the shortest girl on the rugby team, was barking out orders as she dangled off the ground, held up by her two Props on either side. The trio bound together in a line and then crouched down; once they were settled the girl called, "Seconds in!" The two girls in the second row crouched down and wedged their heads between the hips of the front row so that the Hooker could sit down on their shoulders and hook the ball out of the tunnel between the two scrums. Now it was a battering ram of five girls versus another battering ram of five girls, the Wingers spread out along side the scrums, making sure not to cross the line of scrimmage.

"Props touch!" The coach called and the two Props touched to signal that they were set and would be able to bind to eachother in a moment. "Engage!" There was snarling as the girls launched into one another, the tangle of five women against five women began.

"Ball in!" Bridget, who was the Scrum Half and currently in possession of the ball, slid the ball into the tunnel so the Scrummers could fight for position, each scrum trying to push the other back so that they could advance over the ball. As soon as Bridget's Eight Man toed the ball back to her, the Captain was snatching up the ball and running like hell, narrowly dodging the opposing Scrum Half who was trying to take her down.

"Ball out! Ball out!" Bridget called as she sprinted away, the Scrummers quickly disentangling themselves from one another and were now falling into the wing line to support the Wingers. It was easy to spot the Wingers - they were usually the taller, thinner wolves, mostly betas who were speedy. The Scrummers were stronger, usually Alphas who were nothing but pure power and felt like a freight train when you got hit by one of them. Bridget was the Scrum Half - basically the liaison between the Wing and the Scrum - and passed the ball from her to the Fly-Half who was essentially the Wing Captain.

The whole point of this scrimmage was to attract rookies for this season. Rugby was a club sport and so didn't have kids who had been playing since elementary school like NCAA sports like Basketball, Soccer, and Football. Most people had no idea what the fuck rugby was (at least in America anyways), so having these exhibition matches were important in generating interest for the sport. Today's match would be quick, just an easy back and forth between the A side and the B side. Once the match was over, the coach blew the whistle and then then gave her veteran players a little bit of a pep talk before leaving. The coach was a grad student who had shit to do, for the first few weeks the team was responsible for weeding out players and nurturing talent. In two weeks she'd be back to organize real practices and coach games, but for now, it was off to class for Coach.

This left the Captains and the Veterans here to survey the new girls. "Rookies! Welcome." Bridget grinned. Sweaty and flushed from her game, she felt alive and ready to do this! "If you're here you have an interest in a very physical, potentially dangerous sport. For this reason, there will be absolutely -no- full on tackling for the first two weeks. If you're stupid enough to go against this rule, you're off the team, period. We don't wear pads here, if you fuck up a tackle you can seriously hurt yourself or the person you're tackling." Bridget was especially stern about this rule because she had been high collared once and it wasn't fun. "I don't give a shit about any of your names and neither do the women behind me. All the Vets are going to call you 'Rookie'. If you're lucky enough to survive the next few weeks, you'll get a mentor and your mentor will assign you a nickname. I am your Captain, Badger-"

"It's Honey Badger!" One of the vets called out and Bridget whipped around, scowling because she hated her nickname.

"Go take a lap Double A!" The wolf growled, muttering about the annoying brunette being a dumbass as she turned around to address the rookies while her friend took a lap around the pitch. "This is my Co-Captain and Captain of the Wing, Dash." Bridget nodded to the cute blonde next to her. "Today we're just going to figure out where you Rookies should be. If you're fast, go hang out with Dash and the Wingers. If you're slow, stay here. If you're strong, stay here. If you don't know what the fuck you're good at, stay here and we'll figure it out. Now move!"

"Wingers with me!" Dash danced away at a jog and a group of the veterans broke off with her, leaving some mean looking wolves behind with Bridget and whoever else decided they wanted to be a Scrummie.
 
As awkward as the night of sleeping against and wrapped around Sarah had been for Amelia, it was also incredible. It was a refreshing night of sleep, beyond what she normally got even without being nude and feeling the silk bed sheets so perfectly enveloping her skin. It was... Nice. It brought up a lot of strange feelings she had been so cleverly hiding, but other than that it wasn't so bad. Amelia wasn't the type of person to let it get in the way, even if she couldn't stop thinking about it. No, for her it was only a momentary hiccup, one which was fixed the moment classes started and she had a good excuse to see Sarah, and to take her a nice hot cup of "friend" coffee. Yep, friend coffee, that's all it was.

Seeing Sarah in her natural habitat, because the greenhouse really did seem more natural for the beta, was enough to stop Amelia in her tracks. She didn't gawk or stare or get nervous, but she smiled. She smiled because this was the reason she liked Sarah so much, for her dorky serious side, the biologist side. She liked cute, anxious stoner Sarah as well, but as someone who was really involved in her work, and who hoped to have a well-earned PhD very soon, she admired the dedication and passion. It was only a bonus that Sarah was also a biologist, even if their fields were quite different. Fortunately being in different specialties didn't inhibit their ability to nerd out.

"Sarah~" After a moment of fondly watching Sarah from behind, the older wolf called her name with a grin, moving behind the beta and carefully putting her chin on Sarah's shoulder. "Already at it I see." She smiled, only remaining so close for a second before her fluttering heart caused the cool and calm grad student to take a step to the side and give herself some room to actually retain the calm she exuded. "Here." She handed the cup of coffee to Sarah, still staying close enough that their shoulders would brush occasionally but not being quite as invasive of the beta's personal space as she normally would be. Maybe she was feeling a bit odd about it... But it would pass, she was sure it would. If not, well if not she would just force it to. "What project are you on this semester?"

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When Zoe arrived she didn't immediately dive in, but chose to watch. She was experienced in the sport and a serious athlete when it came to rugby, but she stayed back a bit to take in the demonstration like everyone else. She was impressed. Not so impressed that she felt intimidated, but enough to know she had made the right decision choosing to attend a university with a strong team. The only part that she wasn't fond of was when it was over and she was grouped together with everyone else, as a rookie. Zoe knew what she was doing, and being compared to people that may have never even played before made her roll her eyes. It would be a fucking embarrassment if she was on the same level as the average player, much less a "rookie".

Still, she didn't say anything, they didn't know. The moment she found out they weren't even having serious practice at first her internal arrogance only grew, the young Alpha feeling as if she didn't even really need to be there for the first few weeks. She was aware that not showing up wasn't an option, no team would ever allow that, but it was how she felt. Why should she have to go through the same bullshit as everyone else when she knew what she was doing? The arrogance made her attitude shift slightly, and while people around her were stiff and listening with rapt attention, Zoe was relaxed and looking around with less enthusiasm. She even chuckled slightly when the Captain's actually nickname was called out. Honey Badger, hah.

Haha, Honey Badger doesn't take any shit it seems. Zoe was mocking it all in her head, grinning as she stood still, clearly planning on staying put. She wasn't a winger, though she wasn't all that slow. It was just... Her decent speed wasn't quite at the level of a good winger, and more importantly she was very stronger, and knew how to put her strength to work. She was looking forward to seeing just how good everyone on the team was, and gauging how long it would take her to get a starting position.
 
There were several greenhouses near the sciences section of the campus, Sarah tended to two of them as part of her work-study program. Not all werewolves came from ancient bloodlines and families full of money - middle class wolves like Sarah were in charge of financing their own education, much in the way humans were. The young wolf's bloodline was almost pure Beta, comprised predominantly of skilled tradesworkers and farmers (which probably explained why she hated traffic, chaos, surprises, and sitting still). Sarah's family helped as much as they could with her tuition but there was only so much they could do. Thankfully, her new major allowed her to have a pretty neat work-study job (neat to her anyways)... Well, this was not a -new- major; she'd dropped out of the very competitive music program at the college freshman year and had transferred into the Biology program, later taking on a focus in Environmental Science, specifically in Botany at this point. The choice in her major was purely out of necessity - Sarah had anxiety, she hated taking medication for it, therefore she chose a degree path that would help her find treatments that didn't cause her to experience the symptoms of withdrawal if she accidentally forgot to take a dose or the truckload of side effects that such medications caused.

So far the worst homeopathic remedy she had tried had made her sleepy, which, seriously, wasn't that bad in comparison to bullshit side effects like nausea, weight gain, fatigue, insomnia, sexual dysfunction, confusion, (or withdrawal side effects like depression and increased anxiety). Marijuana was by far the best remedy for her anxiety so far but it wasn't perfect, not by a long shot. The whole smoking part of it was something she could do without...unfortunately cannabis teas lost so much of their potency and cannabis oils made her black out. But! The fact that tea didn't have any negative side effects for her had made her pursue it further: now she was working on generating a strand of green tea that she could hybridize with her anti-anxiety cannabis strain. It was exciting! So exciting that she didn't notice that anyone had come into the green house - causing her to jump and drop the pruning shears she had been holding when she heard her name spoken from a few feet behind her. "Eek!" Sarah hadn't smoked since early this morning, so she was easier to startle. "Geeze...Amelia..." The beta huffed softly and pouted a bit as she picked up her tools again, but her pout turned into a smile when she noticed her friend had brought some coffee...really she shouldn't be drinking coffee because of her anxiety, but she really liked the rich and slightly bitter flavor. After taking a sip she set the cup down, then turned to clip the last bud she had been working on so that she didn't lose her place.

"Oh, uh, just checking on my Camellia sinensis, erm, tea plants. Well, not really mine, I'm growing them with Professor Li...but she said I could take any strands that come out to my liking. Not like I'll know because the plants don't reach maturity for three to four years so I can't harvest and test the batches...well, actually, these guys might be ready for harvest this year, I planted them when I was a sophomore." Sarah motioned towards some smaller tea plants. "These -should- produce more L-theanine, but I don't know, I planted them when I first started the program so I don't know if I got it right..." Sarah must have defined what L-theanina did about a hundred times, but onces she started rambling, the young beta kept going, "L-theanine helps with anxiety and you can get it in regular tea but it takes like twenty cups." Sarah paused, thought for a moment, and then continued with her rambling. "Well, up to twenty cups, sometimes as little as five, but for me it feels like I need fifty in order to see any difference in my anxiety." The beta smiled, her voice light as she made a joke at her own expense...and it really did take her quite a few cups of tea before she felt calm.

Finally realizing that she was going on and on, Sarah clipped off two more buds as she asked. "What're you up to? Here to spread some sort of terrible plague to my plants?"
 
Amelia didn't find delight in aggravating her friends condition, but it didn't stop the jumpy little beta from being adorable and heart melting. Everything about Sarah was quite adorable though, the girl one of the most naturally charming people Amelia had ever met. It was effortless, all Sarah had to do was stand there looking serious and Amelia would smile. So what if it was a little biased? She honestly didn't want other people to notice it anyways, and while the selfishness made her hesitate a little, Amelia knowing very well what those thoughts meant, she didn't stop. She would be a little selfish, it wasn't a bad thing.

Watching Sarah get back to work didn't bother the grad student, it was a part of Sarah she really liked. Even the ranting thing Sarah did brought a smile to Amelia's face. She simply stood there and listened, well half listened. Usually she would be at full attention, engaging in the conversation and showing her genuine interest in what Sarah was doing, but she was a little out of sorts after the week prior. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about it since, which for Amelia was strange. Being able to compartmentalize and keep herself focused were big strengths and part of the commonplace when it came to Amelia's behavior, especially when it came to less important social situations. She had found it impossible to do so with Sarah. The beta was constantly on her mind, and in a moment of weakness Amelia found herself zoned out and starting at Sarah's gorgeous, slender neck and cute little ear. The wolf bit down on her lower lip as a strange, uncharacteristic urge came over her... The urge to leave a mark.

The moment what she wanted to do dawned on her Amelia snapped out of it, a tinge of fear running through her heart. Her head was such a mess she missed the last bit of what Sarah was saying, barely managing a subconscious response of "Nope" before taking a long sip of her coffee to cover up the disorder going on inside her head. She liked Sarah, Amelia had come to terms with that and didn't feel ashamed or nervous about it at all. Well, a little nervous, but it was due to rare excitement. Yet, her wolf instinct made everything complicated. Amelia hated her wolf, hated it! It was nothing but trouble, and had been the cause for the most traumatic experience in her life. Part of the reason she was so calm was because she had to be, she had to train herself from a young age to keep her wolf suppressed, because when it wasn't suppressed her scent could get her in trouble, and even right then, with Sarah, it was started to show itself. It was subtle, Amelia had easily got herself back under control, but it had happened.

There had been a time in her life when Amelia had thought about hiding away, then there had been a time where beta blockers and certain drugs had been the only way to reliably remain collected, which is why she started smoking weed. Those times were behind her, Amelia was confident in her self-control and emotional stability, but Sarah was an unexpected change from the norm. Sarah made Amelia smile and put in the effort she usually only showed in her research, and her research was important! Aside from the few projects she was doing for the school, her main project dealt with the stupid virus infecting all of them in the first place, Amelia attempting to find a way to suppress her werewolf side from a scientific angle. Not by using the basic heat suppressants, because that only dealt with one, predictable facet of the virus. She wanted to suppress all of it, not that she had made much progress. It was important to her though, and the fact that Sarah held a similar level of importance was telling. Really, Amelia wasn't even sure when it had happened. From casual friends to Sarah being so important that Amelia spent all of her free time seeking the beta out.

"I just had a little break in my schedule and wanted to see you. It's been a week you know." Amelia tried to respond casually, though it had taken her a minute to respond at all. "Besides, I would never ruin your work." She added, finding herself getting close to Sarah again, leaning against her lightly. "Hey... Want to grab something to eat tonight? Just at the little cafe a few blocks down?" It wasn't planned, but Amelia didn't mind, she could do things on a whim. "If you can't it's fine, I just have to stay late and need to eat... Would be better with you there." She grinned, playing it off as friendly, and meaning it that way. Just because she had feelings didn't mean she expected things to change. Sarah was... Her friend.
 
Sarah was pretty certain that Amelia had the same comprehension of her plants as the young beta had about the grad student's...which was not very much. All she knew was that Amelia did something with viruses and there were electron microscopes and some sort of splicing happening involved. But the passion, the excitement and enthusiasm...listening to Amelia talk about her own work was enough to keep her plenty entertained, even if she didn't understand everything that the older girl was talking about.

All of a sudden, Sarah felt the urge to get closer to Amelia...like...crawl into her shirt and snuggle up right against her, skin to skin. Whoa, creepy. She blinked her eyes and tried to refocus on her plants, figuring that the random urge was due to her approaching her heat. It wasn't for a few weeks, but urges to cuddle like the one she just had usually signaled that it was coming. Sarah was weird like that: most wolves wanted to mindlessly fuck for days, Sarah just wanted to snuggle and maybe make out a little. The young beta had never really been into sex...she'd tried it twice and it was just...dirty...and sweaty...and gross.... Thankfully, as soon as the urge had come, it had also passed, and Sarah made a mental note to refill her prescription for suppressants.

"A week?" Sarah parroted distractedly as the older wolf came closer, leaning against her in what Sarah assumed was an effort to get close enough so that she could look over her shoulder and see what she was doing, how the beta knew what to prune away and what to leave alone. "Yeah, sure, that sounds good. I have..." Sarah looked away for a moment so that she could glance at the solar powered clock on the greenhouse wall. "Thirty minutes left and then I can clock out." Good, someone to eat with. Sarah had a few close friends and even fewer people who she was comfortable eating around. Usually she ate with Bridget and the rugby girls...the beta had played for a year, long enough to earn a nickname and some respect. But she knew today was the first day of the season and that her best friend would probably be degrading rookies late into the evening.

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"Roll the damn ball off your fingertips!" Bridget barked, getting frustrated with the ball handling skills of the rookies. The last drill of the day was an easy drill: the girls were lined up at the points of a +, they had to run slightly past the center and then pass the ball off to the person off to their left. To encourage them to toss the ball at the correct time, a vet was there to two hand touch them (because no tackling yet!). So maybe she should be a little more patient...rugby balls were oddly shaped and the rules of passing were weird: the oblong ball needed to be passed backward while sprinting forwards. It was like shooting a basketball only doing it from the side and with a bunch of people trying to knock your ass over. The only person who could be tackled was the person holding the ball...so sometimes two or three people would come charging at the ball handler, causing them to freak out and just haphazardly toss the ball in the general direction of some poor unsuspecting bitch.

"Control! Your passes shouldn't be landing above your teammate's shoulders!" Bridget grumbled and when the next rookie in the drill threw the ball in such a way that the veteran receiver had to jump and raise her arms above her head to catch it, the Alpha sprinted in and T-boned the veteran player.

"Goddamnit Badger!" The beta yelped in surprised as the Captain tackled her. There wasn't supposed to be any tackling today! While the hit hadn't hurt, she wasn't wearing her mouth guard! "What if you busted my tooth?!"

"Sorry Cricket, I'll make it up to you later if you want." Bridget smirked as the beta blushed at the prospect of receiving some pleasure later in trade for the tackle out of nowhere now. Then the Captain hardened her face as she hopped up and then shouted at the rookies. "This is why you do not throw "Oh Shit" passes. You're going to get your teammate's ass kicked. Control. Your. Passes. When you're stretched out, like this," Bridget raised her arms above her head as though she were trying to receive a pass that was thrown far too high, "Just like Cricket was, you get laid out. This isn't football, we don't wear pads, a hit like that can -really- hurt, especially if you're a rookie and don't know how to take a hit and fall. Now run the drill again!"
 
Being part of the rookie squad was shameful, because while everyone else seemed to have problems with the basics, Zoe was fine. What that meant was a lot of redoing the same drill, a lot of being yelled at, and a lot of fucking frustration all because everyone around her was new and she was being grouped with the lot of them. She didn't say anything, it wasn't like they could help it, but her attitude wasn't exactly wonderful. For Zoe this was only one of uncountable times she had done similar drills, and while she loved the game there wasn't the same fresh enthusiasm radiating from the other girls. She needed real competition and stakes to enjoy it, that or some motivation aside from going back to basics. "Ugh, come on..." She muttered under her breath as one of the rookies messed it all up yet again. The veteran player receiving the ball didn't retain the same level of luck as the last few times though, the captain charging in and laying her out. Was she trying to prove a point? Probably.

Whether or not the rookie understood the consequences of her shitty toss wasn't clear, but Zoe hadn't been paying attention to the group of newcomers, it was with the vets instead. She was slightly startled with the flirty back and forth, swallowing hard as a small part of her grew excited. Unfortunately she didn't plan on coming out, or else she may have been truly curious instead of choosing to rid herself of the excitement and focus on practice.

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When practice finally ended Zoe tried to leave, only to be stopped by a few of the vets as they told all of the girls that showers were mandatory. They acted like it was some team building bullshit. Zoe, realizing she wasn't going to get out of it, followed along. She was one of the first people to strip down, knowing it wasn't going to get any better if she acted nervous and hesitated, and that acting quickly and getting it over with was the best choice. Zoe's muscular body caught a bit of attention, it made her stand out from the other rookies, but before anyone could strike up a conversation she had slipped away and ducked under one of the showers.

Showering with a bunch of people was difficult for Zoe, because she couldn't stop herself from looking. Despite being first in the shower and despite her best effort she eventually let her eyes wander. It was a feast, as straight as she wanted to act she couldn't hold back with so many fit, gorgeous woman around her... All wet and bare before her eyes. Zoe swallowed hard, a touch of nervousness in her eyes as she took in the sight of her new teammates. It took all she had not to touch herself, though the very thought of doing so was the reason she refrained. When her mind went so far she snapped back, jerking her eyes away and washing herself more quickly than before. She wanted to get out of there as quickly as she could. She would get used to it eventually, being surrounded by beautiful, naked women after practice, but it was her first day and she didn't have the willpower quite yet.

Just as Zoe was nearing the end of her shower someone else walked in, Honey Badger. She was, fuck. Zoe caught herself on the verge of drooling. There were all different types of women around her, soft and firm, sporty and feminine, but their captain was by far the sexiest. Zoe's eyes admired her, moving from her legs up to her core and chest, every inch chiseled perfection. Then, a few inches further up and... Fuck! Their eyes met, and there was not a chance in hell that Zoe didn't give herself away. She had been momentarily infatuated, looking at the captain with more lust than she cared to admit, and that look had been seen in its entirety. She panicked instantly, turning her head and shoving it under the water to make sure she got every bit of the shampoo out and then turning around to leave, walking as fast as she could out of the showers, barely taking time to dry herself after before getting her stuff and running out of the locker room.

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After the awkwardness in the shower Zoe didn't quit rugby, she loved the game too much for that. Really, nobody seemed to notice, but it didn't sit well with her. While nobody said anything, Zoe had become jumpy and snappy and everything that pissed anyone who tried to talk or get near her off. There had been a time some girl flirted with her, and while it wasn't too nasty she gave a snappy, rude remark, which got her more than a few looks. Even her cocky attitude started to act up when it came to the other rookies and how bad they were. She wasn't making any friends, and the few weeks had basically been her showing up to practice, doing practice, taking a very fast shower just so she could say she did it and leave, and her disappearing. She didn't make any friends, she didn't meld with the team, and she wouldn't even look the captain in the eyes. Now it was time for tackling drills, real tackling, and there were more than a few eager looks pointed at her, vets and rookies alike ready to put her down. Zoe didn't blame them, even she was mad, not really knowing why she was still hiding. Maybe it was out of habit, or maybe she was just being stubborn. Being in the closet was much harder than taking a few tackles, her internal struggle overshadowed butting heads with the team.
 
After her demonstration, the rookies began throwing a little more carefully. The tosses were still garbage but at least they weren't ones that were going to get people horribly injured. Eh, not totally hopeless I suppose. A few of them were decent; one might think that based on how the Alpha shouted, that this was the worst rookie class she had ever seen, but really Bridget would rather come down hard them now than try to beat out the bad habits they had developed later.

"Alright! That's enough. Take a lap around the pitch to wrap up and then hit the showers." There were a few grumbles about showers and a few nervous looking rookies, so the Alpha bellowed again "No bitching! I'm not going to deal with the school if you guys are tracking mud into the dorms. They fined us two years ago for it so now we shower in the gym. And when I say 'we' I mean -everyone.-" Bridget glared at the older vets who were grumbling because the showers at the school sucked and most of them would rather just go back to their apartments off campus to get cleaned up. If they had to suffer with the shitty showers, they'd suffer together as a form of teambuilding.

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Most of the veterans hung back and chatted in the locker part of the lockerroom while the rookies scampered into the showers. Not every wolf was comfortable in their nudity...but because the showers were old and most wolves were, the tiled shower area was completely open: no curtains, no stalls, just a bunch of shower heads mounted to either wall and a wide path that went between them. So the vets were nice and let the rookies shower first in an effort to make an already uncomfortable experience not as terrible as it could be.

As wet rookies began filtering out from the showers, the vets started to go in. There was definitely a marked difference between the builds of the veteran players and new ones; no one was as chiseled as the Captains of course, but even the beta wingers were wonderfully toned. Most of the rookies had feminine builds, a few of them were already sportier, but for the most part, Bridget noticed that conditioning was something they were going to have to address. All of her glances were quick, Bridget merely wanting to take stock of her new teammates. As sexual as the newly single Alpha was, she didn't want to be disrespectful or a creeper.

Bright green eyes slowly made their way around the room before finally landing on an athletic form that didn't belong to one of the vets. She would have passed over the girl and not given her a second glance, except for the fact that the young Alpha was staring at her. Bridget cocked an amused brow as she followed the girl's eyes, watching as they admired her powerful thighs then came up to her chiseled abs, her perky, firm breasts, and finally up to her face. She smirked at the startled look that the girl gave her before she turned around and took a renewed interest in her shower. Rather than call out the new girl and embarrass her in front of her rookie class, Bridget let it go. She hung up her towel and then hopped under a still going stream of too hot water to wash off the little bit of dirt she had gotten on herself today.

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Rugby was not only a sport, it was also a culture. 'A gentleman's sport played by hooligans' was the frequently recited quote, and such a sentiment was conveyed in the strict rules that the sport had and the out of control parties that its player's hosted. It was like...if sororities also played a sport year round. There had been a little bit of hazing already; nothing too awful, mostly just 'Rookie, my ball seemed to have wandered into the woods, go fetch it for me,' or 'Rookie, you are my beer bitch for the evening, make sure you keep my cup full or else.' The crazier stuff would be saved for later, once the rookies started dropping out of their own accord. There were no cuts, anyone who showed dedication to the sport could stay.

So far three rookies had dropped out, having not been able to deal with the physical and mental demands of rucking, mauling, and scrumming. The girls who stayed all seemed to appreciate the sport and really be into the sisterhood of being part of a 'rookie class'...well...all except one girl. There was this one damn brunette that was a royal pain in the ass on the field and judging by how none of the girls really talked to her, was also too cocky of an ass in order to be allowed into the pseudo-pack the rookies were creating for themselves. By now, most of the vets wanted to put this rookie into her place as well...but Bridget had already called dibs on it. The Captain could not stand lone wolves, they had no place on a team.

Today's tackling drill was easy: rookies lined up versus vets; the vet held the ball and the rookie had to intercept them and tackle them. Some of the wingers breezed by the rookies, too fast for the inexperienced wolves to catch, wrap, and tackle. The scrummers were easier to catch for the rookies, but many of them lacked the power to do much more than be a speed bump. And then there was Bridget...Bridget who just barreled through any rookie that touched her, knocking them on their ass so she could run through them.

When the drill switched and now it was the rookies turns to be tackled, Bridget made sure to line herself up so that she would go against the tall brunette who had been the only rookie to successfully bring down a veteran player, the tall brunette who was also a cocky, rude, lone wolf who needed to be shown her place within this team. Once the two were ready to face off, Bridget charged forward, the girl tried to juke her but the Alpha followed, strong arms grabbing the girl by the jersey, tugging her into her body, and flinging them forward so that they hit the ground -hard- but safely. Perched ontop of the sweaty rookie, inches from her bare skin, Bridget got a full whiff of a scent she had not smelled in weeks. What the... This? This cocky bitch was the submissive Alpha that had begged to be fucked in front of a room full of strangers? No fucking way... Bridget gave a quick second inhale but there it was, underneath the smell of grass and mud was the scent of the female Alpha she had fucked for hours in front of strangers at a masquerade party. The Alpha who had -begged- for her cock, who had literally been on her hands and knees and shouted 'Please! Please! I'll be your good beta bitch, just fuck me and let me cum!' in a room full of people.

And now here the girl was again...though she had been pretending to be this big bad lone wolf for weeks. Bridget leaned down, her voice low and coated in a growl as she spoke into the other girl's ear. "You want to play Big Bad Wolf in front of the rest of the team? Fine. But I know the real you, my little beta butt slut."
 
Zoe had prepared herself for a lot of situations. She wasn't scared of people hating her or not being a part of the "team". She didn't even think her internal struggle would be an issue, because whatever she decided would only be known by her and wouldn't be anybodies business. It was only when he world came crashing down in front of her that Zoe realized she had no control whatsoever. Tackling drill had been relatively easy. She managed to bring a vet down and stood out from the rookies, which only seemed to get her further angry gazes. It would have been different if she were part of the team, friendly or cooperative, but with Zoe trying to stick to herself it pissed others off, even if she was a good player. Unfortunately, when it was her turn to be tackled her luck didn't hold out. Zoe was relatively fast but her speed wasn't her strongest point, and when she failed to juke the captain she was taken down, hard. That was when everything changed.

Zoe had never stopped thinking about Bridget, the sexy masked Alpha that had completely subdued her the night of the masquerade, she couldn't. It had been an amazing, satisfying night that Zoe couldn't pull her mind away from. So when it came to the mystery woman her scent and the feel of her body were both seared into Zoe's brain, and it should have ended there. The lesser Alpha had never expected to find her again, it was so unlikely that out of all the people on campus she would never run into the dominant that had given her one of, if not the best night of her life. Zoe was frozen stiff, unable to react as Bridget took another sniff of her scent, proof she had figured it out as well. To Zoe it seemed life ending, but maybe there was just a small part of her that sighed in relief. Hiding was so hard, so tiring.

The moment Zoe's conviction to hold firm and deny everything faltered it was impossible to raise it back up. The desire to ask Bridget to keep it a secret, to act tough or beg, was suppressed. She had felt relief at knowing she didn't have to keep up the act of being straight and disinterested. It didn't change the fact that she was a cocky bitch, but a lot would change if she stopped hiding. The question was, could she? Even if it was difficult to keep denying in the face of reality, of someone knowing, and even if she felt relieved at the idea of being honest and open, was it so easy to just come out? If it was she would have already. She needed to think about it, even if just a few minutes without the tantalizing scent of Bridget influencing her thoughts. So while she didn't deny it she didn't acknowledge Bridget either. She got out from under Bridget, stood up, and walked back to position, not saying a word. She needed to think! Even if the fact that she was slightly aroused just hearing Bridget claim her as "my little beta butt slut" should have made what she wanted nice and clear. Life decisions were never so easy though, and for the rest of practice Zoe was practically a shadow of her former glory, still performing but not showing the same fire or skill she had before. She was lost in thought, and even after practice ended she was lagging behind, lost in her own head.
 
It was incredibly difficult for Bridget to roll away, being pressed against a girl who she had had an -incredible- night with weeks ago was igniting a lot of pent up arousal, but the Alpha managed to roll away like she was supposed to so that the rookie could get up and hop back into line. The Captain did the same thing, going back to her starting position so that she could cycle through and take down another rookie (though much gentler in comparison to how she had taken down Zoe). Bridget kept an eye on the younger girl for the rest of practice because she she was starting to feel as though she had crossed a line by bringing up what had happened that night at the masquerade. Zoe wasn't her cocky bitchy self and so Bridget took that to mean that she had made the girl nervous and uncomfortable. Son of a bitch...now I have to talk to her about it. Some wolves just wanted to let go and do something crazy, then never be reminded of it again. Ugh, she probably has a boyfriend or girlfriend or something stupid and just wanted to experiment and now is going to be all weird because I brought that night up. Great, now I have to fix it.

At the end of practice, Bridget lingered behind to make sure that the rookies collected all the balls and cones, put them in the ball bag and crate, and then headed off to return them to their storage room in the gym. She noticed that Zoe was trailing behind her Rookie Class and so dropped back with the other girl as they walked towards the gym, her voice low as she asked, "Hey, you okay?" There was a note of true concern in her voice. Part of being the Captain was making sure all the rookies were alright mentally, sometimes the hazing could get a little out of hand and rookies were always encouraged to go to Bridget or Nicole, the scrum and wing captain who would protect them if the girls were getting hazed too seriously by veterans or harassed by the men's rugby team or any of the frats. Even though Bridget was the reason that Zoe appeared all caught up in her head, the older Alpha truly wished to fix whatever was between them in order to make their time on the team together less awkward.
 
The last thing Zoe had wanted was Bridget coming up to her and being nice, it made her feel like an idiot. The worst part was, it actually sounded like she was sincere, because the sexy, dominant Alpha that gave her the most pleasurable night of her life just had to be both talented at the sport she loved and a great person, why not. Like she needed it to be more difficult to stay firm in her decision. All through practice she had been thinking, trying to decide what she really wanted. It was easy to fall back into old habits when she had gotten away with the whole anonymous thing, but after meeting her mystery lover it was an entirely different story. That night had made her feel so good, so free, and it was hard to ignore that when the reason for it was not only close by but someone she would be seeing day after day. So what could she do? Ignoring it completely simply wasn't an option. Hiding her sexuality stopped being the easiest solution, even if it were the most comfortable and familiar one. Instead, it became difficult, because it meant taking something spectacular that was within reach and saying no.

Zoe sighed heavily, looking over at Bridget when she did. She was so fucking attractive, how was Zoe supposed to pretend she didn't want that. "Okay? You know, I thought really hard about whether I would finally come out now that I'm at college, and I cowered back from it. I made the choice not to, a choice I wasn't exactly happy about but the easy choice... And then you appear." She stopped shaking her head and chuckling softly, it wasn't exactly Bridget's fault, Zoe had been struggling with it for awhile, but she definitely changed the game. "The best sex I've ever had, and you end up being the captain of the team. It's hilarious really, because out of everything I could possibly quit or run away from, rugby I can't." Zoe looked over at Bridget, feeling a little like an insane person dumping a problem she never talked about with anyone on the one-night stand she had a week ago. Still, she had never had a better reason to come out, to be the real Zoe. The real Zoe... The "beta butt slut" Zoe. She wanted to so badly, she had always wanted to, but it never felt like the easy choice. Now it did, and after giving Bridget a moment to process a situation she didn't sign up for Zoe stepped close to her and lurched in to capture her lips, grabbing the fabric of her shirt and pulling them tight together.

It wasn't a great kiss, but it was full of desire and want. Zoe could practically hear her heart beating by the time she pulled her lips away, it was exciting. She looked into Bridget's eyes with a serious, confident look. She didn't say anything else, because after her rambling, and a lifetime of indecision, the only thing that had merit was action. Kissing Bridget in a rather public place where anyone could have seen was action. Really, Zoe was still taken aback, but she was smiling, it felt right. "Thanks." When she finally spoke again it was one word but there was more sincerity in that one word that Zoe had lacked the past few weeks, a side of her that hadn't been present since she started the team. Then, without saying another word she grinned at Bridget and left, heading towards the locker room to get cleaned up, and to stop herself from blushing like an idiot for standing in front of Bridget any longer.

By the time Zoe made it to the locker room most of the team had already showered and left, with only a few people left finishing up. Zoe didn't take advantage of that to leave immediately or rush into the shower in a mad dash to finish and go home like usual, but took her time. That feeling of nervousness and difficulty had floated away and when she stripped down and stepped into the shower she simply took a few appreciative looks at the departing woman and stepped under her own shower. Being honest was relaxing, so much so that before Zoe realized it she was the last one left. She still didn't rush. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the hot water, content.
 
Always manage to find the closeted girls...great job Bridget The Alpha frowned at her own shitty luck; every girl she had been with had been 'bi' or had sworn 'I'm really want to come out of the closet soon'...and then had turned around and had gotten together with some shitty Alpha male. And for what?! What did males have that she didn't?! She was strong! She came from a good family! She could take a potion, grow a penis, and sire pups for fuck's sake! And yet all that didn't matter to some wolven families, some would rather her generation keep up the archaic status quo of one male and one female mates.

Prepared to leave well enough alone and just attempt to carry on as though nothing had happened between her and Zoe, Bridget found herself suddenly being grabbed by the collar of her jersey and yanked forward. Her lips came crashing against the other Alpha's; it took her a moment to pull herself together from the surprise but once she did she began to kiss back, matching the younger wolf's passion with her own. Left panting and still pretty damn confused because she thought she had just been let go a second ago, only to be pulled back in, Bridget replied with a, "You're welcome?" She had no idea what she had done, but, well, if it helped the younger Alpha out, fine.

The upperclassman trailed behind the girl as she made her way back to the showers as well. She really didn't have to shower at the school, she could go back to her Jeep and drive to the rugby house where she lived, but Bridget didn't want her teammates to think that she thought she was above the team rules just because she was the Captain. So she dragged her muddy, pleasantly sore body to the showers, waving to the other girls as they passed her by and stripping down in the locker room once she got to the section devoted to the rugby players'. By the time she had grabbed a towel and had headed towards the showers, the showers were empty...well...empty except for one person. Bridget could hear others still in the lockerroom, other teams coming in from a late practice from other sports and a few straggling rugby players. Soccer, volleyball, and cross-country never got as dirty as the ruggers, so they weren't subject to the rule of having to shower before coming to the dorms, so Bridget thought it would be safe to be a little bold in the showers this evening.

A soft growl rumbled in her chest as she padded behind Zoe, announcing her presence with the familiar sound. She nipped at the arch of the girl's ear, testing to see if her presence would be welcome before getting close enough so that her front molded to the girl's back. "You know...it's rude to kiss someone and then walk away like that..." The wolf let her hands drift to Zoe's hips, giving them a soft squeeze before she slid her hands upwards, working her way over the girl's obliques, over her ribs, and finally to her perky breasts that she lightly cupped.
 
Zoe felt amazing, like a weight had been lifted. The worries that had been plaguing her since she left home, about what she was going to do and how she would do it, were gone. There wasn't a need to constantly consider how to hide what she was, she was free! Being so careful and dishonest had been hell, and whether she meant to or not, Bridget had helped Zoe escape the depressing cycle. It gave Bridget a strangely special place in her head, as both the woman to give her the most pleasurable experience of her entire life, and the final push towards accepting herself. With the excitement of the moment calmed down she started to regret kissing and running, not having some sudden influx of romantic desire for the Alpha, but definitely having a few naughtier ideas floating through her head.

So when she heard a soft, familiar growl coming from behind her she smiled, chewing her lip as she waited for Bridget to make a move. The intoxicating scent and nip at her ear brought a needy moan from her lips and as Bridget moved forward she pressed back, letting their bodies push together under the water. "I know, and I do hate to be rude..." Zoe let out another needy moan as she opened herself up for Bridget's hands, enjoying the touch of the wolf's rough hands against her soft skin. She was muscular, having a true athletic form, but she was still soft, her skin delicate and well taken care of.

As Bridget cupped her firm breasts, Zoe leaned her head back and nipped at the Alpha's jaw and neck, giving a subdued growl of her own. "Let me make it up to you." Zoe didn't immediately try to take charge, but after a moment without Bridget saying otherwise she turned her body around into the Alpha's embrace. She leaned up, kissing the powerful wolf, but only taking a small taste before pulling back her lips and slowly sinking down to her knees. "Let me thank you." The way she said it fell between question and demand, as if it was the logical outcome. Zoe wasn't in a rush, even if she had been fantasizing about Bridget for weeks. Hell, she had fantasized about being with a woman and out of the closet for even longer, and she was still controlling herself. Self-control meant not immediately burying her tongue in Bridget's folds. She only kissed and nibbled at the powerful thighs in front of her, showing that she was indeed a fast learner as she waited for Bridget to say or express that she was allowed to continue. Zoe had always been bright, enough so that she knew her place, and self-confident enough to be okay with it... She was a submissive, the night at the party had taught her that and a lot more about herself, and Zoe planned on acting the part. She also planned on enjoying every second of it.
 
"Mmmm..." Bridget's growl turned into a purr as the shorter girl nipped at her jaw and neck. Her eyes which had closed upon entering the relaxing spray of hot water, now opened to give the younger girl a curious look. She wondered how exactly Zoe planned to 'make it up to her'. The Alpha was fairly certain that anything fun would have to be done elsewhere. In her experience, closeted girls usually freaked out when put in a sexual position they couldn't easily get out of or explain away. If someone accidentally walked in on them now, Zoe could at least just walk away, towel off, and pretend they had just switched off in the shower, an easy excuse for why they had been so close near the same shower head. But with Zoe now sinking to her knees in front of her...Yeah, there's not a good explanation for this at all.

Bridget wasn't the type of girl to force anyone out of the closet before they were ready; so she was going to do her part and try not to cause a scene. As soon as Zoe's lips and teeth started to work on her thighs, the Alpha let out a soft sigh of enjoyment. She reached down, threading her fingers through the girl's dark hair and nodding at her to continue. The first swipe of a familiar tongue had her biting her lip to suppress a moan and Bridget had to fight with herself to stay in control. Seeing a beautiful, athletic Alpha on her knees had her wolf roaring at her to moan, cry out, talk dirty, anything to let everyone who was still in the locker room know that she was the stronger wolf, that she could make Alphas submit to her. Eventually Bridget had to just lean forward and rest her forearm on the tiled wall and her forehead on top of that so that she could just close her eyes and just focus on the warm wet tongue relieving the pressure in her throbbing clit.

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As sexy as shower sex was, being quiet while it was happening was maddening. One of Bridget's greatest kinks was exhibitionism (probably because she somehow always managed to date closeted girls and being unable to have normal public displays of affection for so many years caused her to have a full blown kink for sex in public now); to not be able to moan because she was trying not to draw attention to them was killing her. Plus, sex was one of the only times during her day that Bridget allowed herself to lose control; she liked to let the dominant beast inside of her come out and run the show for a bit...the dominant, -loud- beast inside.

When she finally came it was slightly disappointing, better than nothing but not as earth-shattering as any of her orgasms from the masquerade party. As soon as she realized everything they did this evening in the shower was going to be like this, Bridget knew that they would have to go somewhere else. She helped Zoe up off the floor and stole her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. That miniature orgasm had felt like foreplay more than anything else, and it was easy to see that Bridget was incredibly riled up from it. Her eyes already held flecks of gold in them, her body seemed to be vibrating with energy, and she was absolutely voracious as she kissed Zoe, wanting nothing more than to devour the other Alpha. "Come over to the house tonight?" The question sounded more like a command. Bridget -really- wanted the girl who she had mind-blowing sex with at the masquerade party over to the rugby house so that they could fool around in a proper bed. "Everyone's going to the men's team's house for a party tonight." The wolf quickly explained, not wanting Zoe to back out because the team would know she was gay if she were seen heading up to Bridget's room. But no one should be home right now, at least not for a few hours...that meant plenty of time to see if she could get her little beta butt slut to moan and scream just as loud as she had a few weeks ago.
 
Giving oral had never been such a turn on to Zoe. In fact, she had never been a huge fan of sinking to her knees and servicing another woman, but then again she had always played the role of dominant Alpha to those who were submissive enough to give in to a closeted, gay wolf. Bridget was different, she had been since that first whirlwind of a night. She was so damn sexy, dominant, and just the fact that she was a powerful athlete made Zoe melt. There was an attraction she couldn't deny. It made her want to submit, to be paraded about as Bridget's beta. It made sinking to her knees in a public place thrilling, not frightening. Zoe didn't have that dread of being caught, but found it exciting to know someone could walk in and see her providing her strong, power Alpha pleasure. Scenes from the masquerade started running through her head, and she found it somewhat similar to the excitement and pleasure she derived from being watched, from having a group of people watching as Bridget claimed her. She wanted more.

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Despite everything going on in Zoe's head, the thoughts of what position she was in and how much she liked or didn't like or was nervous about certain things, she was able to stay focused. She managed to pay close attention to what made Bridget react and adjust herself accordingly, not giving mind-blowing oral, but she was confident enough about her skills and effort to be proud. Only, Bridget didn't make enough noise for her to be satisfied. A quiet partner gave the illusion of an unsatisfied partner, making Zoe pout when it was over. She didn't show an expression of disappointment but she was struggling with it internally. Questions such as what if Bridget didn't feel that good or what if she regretted it kept popping up in Zoe's head. For a girl who decided to come out literal minutes ago it was an uncomfortable situation. Then it struck her, she had never really said that she was going to come out of the closet. She had hinted, saying that she couldn't hide or run before kissing Bridget in a public place and thanking her. To Zoe that made sense, it said, "I'm coming out!" but that was because she had context, and access to a rich, confusing inner dialogue.

Was Bridget keeping her voice down for me? That was the only thing that both made sense and saved her pride, and so Zoe convinced herself that was the case. It almost made her want to whine and beg her to be louder, to express herself and be more like she was at the masquerade, because that was the Bridget Zoe had been enamored with. She wanted the real Bridget, because the Bridget she had seen the past few weeks at practice and that night at the masquerade was not a quiet wolf. Before Zoe could do anything she was yanked up and kissed. She moaned gently into Bridget's mouth, returning the deep kiss without hesitation. It was impossible to miss the desire and hunger behind the lip lock, but Zoe was no less intense. She wanted Bridget, badly enough that she probably would have been ready to agree even if the Alpha said the entire team was going to be in her room when Zoe showed up. She was so excited it could be heard in her voice when she quickly replied, "Yes, I'll be there!"

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Zoe had been noticeably eager to go to the rugby house, to spend the evening with Bridget, and like an eager pup she didn't hesitate to follow Bridget back to the rugby house immediately. There was no reason to delay, they both wanted it and neither were patience people. Besides, there was something in Bridget's voice that told Zoe there was no other correct answer. She could practically sense the other wolf's desire to skip the question entirely and drag her back to the house, and that dominant edge was precisely what Zoe needed. The lesser Alpha wanted to be TOLD what to do, for it to be demanded of her even if it was unreasonable. She craved unreasonable. She wanted her powerful, aggressive rugby captain to grab her by the hair, throw her on a bed, and take her for hours. She wanted to be shown off to a bunch of other wolves, to be called a slut, and be made to beg. She didn't say any of it out loud, she even forgot to make it clear to Bridget that she wanted to be out of the closet, but there was no denying how eager and turned on she came off, following Bridget back to the rugby house with a needy look on her face.
 
The women's rugby house was one street over from Greek Row and nestled right between the women's softball house and the women's hockey house. Like most of the homes on the street, the outside looked a little rundown and old; the inside, however, looked much more modern and well kept. Of course the smell of beer and weed seemed to cling to the downstairs living room and kitchen no matter how hard they made the rookies clean it, but upstairs was fine. Ten veteran girls shared the house: eight of them were doubled up in four of the bedrooms and the two captains got their own singles. Depending on the year, there might be 10 to 30 other girls who were part of the team and constantly stopping by to party or just hang out and bond. Thankfully, both Bridget and Dash had rooms on the third floor of the house so their living space was kept fairly private.

Bridget and Zoe hurried to the rugby house after getting dressed, the pair of them eager to pick up where they had left off. As she had expected, the house's lights were off when they pulled up and it was quiet when they got inside. Bridget quickly kicked off her shoes by the door and then headed upstairs. Hand in hand with Zoe, she was practically dragging the other girl up the stairs in her eagerness to get to her bedroom. "You should feel special, I don't think any rookie has ever gotten to see the third floor." Bridget smirked as she unlocked her bedroom and ushered Zoe inside as she flipped on the switch. The Alpha's room was kept pretty neat, the only things that were messy were her unmade bed and her desk which already had textbooks and notebooks opened to various pages and littering it.

As soon as they were both inside, the Alpha locked the door behind them and then grabbed her gorgeous new submissive by the shirt, tugging her into a heated kiss. Bridget had been thinking about this moment for the entire car ride over here, hell, she'd been thinking about it since the masquerade party, though her fantasies hadn't had a face until today. Zoe didn't disappoint the image she had in her head though: an absolutely sexy, strong, wonderfully pliant pet for her to play with. "Clothes off, right now." Bridget growled softly as she pulled away from the kiss, nipping the other girl's bottom lip lightly as she put some distance between them, enough so that they could both strip. Bridget was quick to discard her clothes, already her core was starting to ache and throb with excitement. That mini-orgasm in the shower had done absolutely nothing to quell her desires. So as soon as she was naked, she was striding across the room and to the bed, sitting down on the edge of it and then looking down at the floor between her legs expectantly, half wondering why the hell her new rookie toy wasn't already between her thighs, servicing her.
 
The rugby house didn't disappoint, but there was no doubt its main use was partying. The smell took Zoe back to the masquerade though, and how Bridget had invited her to join her and some others to smoke. She grinned slightly at the memory, about how Bridget personally delivered hits to her. If they smoked again she still wanted to do it that way. They didn't stay on the first floor for more than a minute, Bridget dragging Zoe up the stairs and towards the third floor, almost excited about seeing the third floor when other rookies had not, but for different reasons. She was excited because that meant no other rookie had gotten into Bridget's pants, at least not while she was a sexy "third floor" vet. It gave her a nice confidence boost, even if she was aware it was mostly because she had shown herself to be such a massive slut at the party.

Zoe didn't say anything as they made their way into the room, only stopping for a second to take a look around Bridget's room. It was pretty much what she expected, relatively neat but not overly so. Her looking around was cut short as Bridget pulled her into a kiss, and Zoe's lips eagerly responded. She clung to the kiss for as long as she could, a neediness driving her after weeks of frustration where she thought the best sex of her life was going to be a distant memory before she experienced something similar. Now she was in front of Bridget again, with quite the expectations.

"Yes!" Zoe's entire body lit up with delight when she received her first command, the soft growl only punctuating the order. Zoe's wolf had long since submitted to Bridget's, making it easy for her to fall into the role of submissive. She wasted no time shedding her clothing, letting it all drop into a pile on the floor. Her gorgeous body was put on display, every powerful, muscular inch. There was still some noticeable softness, Zoe took care of her skin and had a feminine charm, but she was powerful and it was impossible to miss all the work she put in. Out of all the rookies only her physique stood out, and she knew it. Truthfully, sometimes it made her nervous, not every woman liked her muscular form, but she didn't worry about that with Bridget... Because Bridget, Bridget had power and form that surpassed her. She was a wolf that could actually overpower Zoe, which was rare. It made the submissive side stir with desire just like it had that night at the masquerade when she realized Bridget was an Alpha that could defeat her. Wolves wouldn't easily submit to those they could topple, even if the human instinct was to submit.

There were no problems for Zoe, she knew her place, it had been instilled in her after hours of being show off in public when they first met. She wanted to submit, craved to. So when Bridget sat on the edge of the bed it didn't take but a moment for Zoe to move over and drop to her knees between the stronger Alpha's legs. She didn't stop to ask permission though, it was too clear what Bridget wanted and there was no guessing like there had been at the shower. Zoe followed her all the way from the locker rooms to the rugby house, up to the third floor, and then into a locked room. If Zoe still had to guess what they were doing it would have been incredible. No, she knew, Bridget knew, and if anyone else had seen they would have known as well. Zoe didn't need a reminder, immediately putting her tongue to work. At first it traded her powerful thighs, but she didn't admire and dwell on the inner thighs for long. She quickly made her way to Bridget's wanting folds, her tongue brushing from bottom to top, paying special attention to the sensitive bud, teeth and lips taking a few liberties after each, gradually deepening, swipe.
 
While Zoe stripped, Bridget's bright green eyes stayed glued to the other girl's form. Powerful but feminine, Zoe's body was the perfect mix of everything that Bridget wanted in a woman. Toned all over and with just enough softness in all the right places made Bridget unable to hide her eagerness. The Alpha definitely had a type: she looovveeddd athletic girls. This preference was due mostly to her wolf; strong and prideful, Bridget's wolf took no pleasure in asserting its power over females who were weak. There was just no challenge in such a thing! What fun was it to dominate someone who would bend at just the slightest bit of Alpha pressure? That wasn't to say that Bridget didn't sleep with scrawny little betas, of course she had and still did from time to time, but it was much more interesting to share her bed with another strong Alpha. It made the sight of Zoe sinking to her knees all the sweeter, the knowledge that this dominant female was submitting to her all the better.

"Don't tease. You've teased me for long enough today." Bridget murmured as she laced her fingers in Zoe's dark hair, gently guiding the other girl away from her muscular thighs and towards her center which desperately needed -real- pleasure and not the foreplay that had taken place in the showers. As soon as soft lips and a hot tongue pressed against her core, Bridget let out a low, appreciative moan. She inched further off the edge of the bed, seeking more pressure when Zoe stopped swiping teasingly through her folds and focused more thoroughly on the needy nub of her clit. "Fuck, right there...." Her grip on the rookie's head tightened, short nails scratching pleasantly against the girl's scalp as Bridget slowly neared her peak.

There was no holding back this time. Bridget let herself moan freely as pleasure began to build up, her hips starting to jog as she came closer and closer to the edge. A graze of Zoe's teeth against her sensitive bundle of nerves had her shouting to the ceiling, body tensing for a moment before she gave a few short, greedy bucks of her hips forward to ride out her pleasure. When nothing but gentle, tingling jolts of ecstasy ran through her, she let herself collapse back onto the bed, grinning a bit to herself. "Much better...." The Alpha purred. With her eyes closed as she basked in the afterglow, she motioned for Zoe to come up on the bed and climb ontop of her. Once the other Alpha was there, she wrapped her arms around her and kissed her lightly. "Mmm...since you've been so good I'll let you pick your reward: oral, anal, strapon, or I can take a potion..." Bridget knew every woman had her own preferences. Some women she slept with craved the fullblown dominance and mindfuck that came from being claimed with a real cock. Others preferred the pure pleasure that a perfectly constructed dildo could provide. And yet others still wanted the softness of a tongue... In such a good mood that she'd get a wonderfully submissive Alpha to play with all evening, Bridget was up for anything.
 
Something about being told by Bridget that she had done enough teasing for the day sent a shiver through Zoe, and she couldn't help but wonder what the dominant woman would do if she continued to tease. As much as she wanted to find out she didn't push her luck. She wanted to make Bridget moan, to please her. The need to please her Alpha was one Zoe couldn't ignore, it was innate. So she didn't try to, choosing instead to focus on the task at hand and provide the best oral she could! Zoe had to prove that she could do it, that she wasn't just a silly closeted girl who had no clue how to be with another woman. Perhaps she felt she had something to prove. Her tongue and lips started to concentrate on Bridget's needy clit, letting the powerful wolf's moans guide her actions. Hearing the Captain's delicious voice was all Zoe needed, the lesser Alpha redoubling her efforts as her pride swelled. Bridget was going to cum, and she was going to cum because of Zoe, it made the young wolf proud!

Knowing she was giving Bridget pleasure was everything, because who didn't want to make their partner feel good? When Bridget finally climaxed, Zoe didn't pull back but instead delved forward, letting her Alpha buck furiously against her face and ride out the wave of pleasure. It ended with her face being wet with Bridget's juices, something easily solved when Bridget fell back on the bed. Zoe simply licked or wiped every delicious bit of juice off her face before climbing up onto the bed. Straddling Bridget was a bit strange though, her position on top feeling a bit awkward. That feeling was soon corrected with Bridget kissed her and delivered an option, which made Zoe fight back a blush.

Zoe didn't enjoy being a shy or blushing mess, and usually she could remain quite confident and collected. It was difficult to do so when she was left with the option to chose how Bridget took her though, probably because of the choice she almost jumped at, the potion. Choosing a potion was practically telling Bridget she wanted to be claimed again, filled and marked, something more easily enjoyed when she was anonymous than when she was doing so in earnest, without something to hide behind. Zoe didn't scare easily however, so after a moment of hesitation she lowered her head in a slightly adorable manner and half muttered, "Potion... Please drink a potion." It wasn't so low that Bridget would miss it, but after a moment of grumbling and difficulty she lifted her head and said it again. "Please drink a potion." Zoe had no clue about the categories of women or what any of it meant, she just couldn't forget the masquerade, and the perverse pleasure she received from being fucked with a real cock, marked, and shown off to other people. She wanted more, and since she was given the choice, she would chose to completely submit and receive the greatest pleasure.
 
Bridget's brow rose in surprise as she heard the word 'potion' softly muttered. The choice was just sort of intimate now that they knew each other... At the party, when she had not known who Zoe was, claiming the younger girl had been a hollow gesture of dominance and ownership because all odds had pointed to neither of them seeing one another again. Bridget wouldn't have been able to enforce her claim over some stranger; but now, now that she could keep the other wolf as hers by constantly marking her. People might not necessarily know who exactly had claimed Zoe, but everyone would be able to tell that an Alpha had marked her, at least for a few days afterwards. "Sorry, what did you say?" Bridget was half prodding just to make sure she heard it straight and the other half to make Zoe say it aloud properly. Once she heard it again, louder this time, that 'Please drink a potion', Bridget broke out into a grin. "So polite tonight, very good." A light swat was given to the other girl's behind, the Alpha's way of urging her to roll off of her for a moment so that she could get up. Although Bridget used her toys and potions enough to warrant them a spot in the nightstand, the young wolf kept them in the top drawer of her dresser so that she could at least pretend to not be a pervert all the time. She dug through her underwear until she got to a little pouch in the bottom and grabbed a small blue vial that she quickly downed.

She did wince just the slightest bit as her sex transformed from her slick slit into a thick shaft, making a mental note that she would have to buy a few more modified potions off of Sarah so that she didn't have to deal with the little bit of soreness that the regular potion left her with. Once the pain subsided she turned back around, taking on a predatory look as she prowled over to the bed. "On your back this time." Bridget's eyes were trained onto Zoe's throat, there should be no doubt in the other wolf's mind that she would be receiving plenty of teeth shaped hickeys tonight. Better leave them bigger than usual...then she can pretend they're a male's if she wants to. With that thought in mind, Bridget slid between Zoe's legs and up her body, teeth latching onto the girl's throat as she lined up her cock with the Alpha's slit. Her teeth clenched hard enough to leave a proper bruise but not so hard as to draw blood just as her hips jerked forward, sinking several inches of her shaft into the other girl's tight heat.

Bridget's hips were soon jogging at a fast pace. She couldn't quite get as much power as she would have liked in her current position, but she would gladly trade force for the opportunity to work over Zoe's neck. Nibbling, biting, and suckling at the sensitive flesh, there was going to be no doubt in any one's mind that Zoe had a lover, and her lover was a pretty possessive Alpha wolf.
 
While Zoe didn't take much time to think about how she wanted to be taken she certainly knew what it meant, it was why she acted like a stupid shy thing when that wasn't usually her. The potion meant being taken by something that truly connected them, allowing Bridget to feel her. It let the sexy Alpha claim her, in a way that others would surely know. It would also set both of their wolves off. Any other way would make it easier to control the wolf, but that wasn't what Zoe wanted. She wanted the primal, rough experience of being completely dominated by Bridget, to the point that even her wolf submit. She wanted to feel Bridget filling her, but also to give the strong Alpha feel as pleasurable as possible. She wanted all of that, and she was practically quivering with anticipation as Bridget teased her. The attraction she felt towards the Alpha was undeniable, and the teasing only served to make her smile playfully, nipping at the older woman before rolling off of her.

Zoe ended up on her belly, watching Bridget walk over and dig through her dresser. She watched the transformation and crawled seductively to the edge of the bed, giving Bridget a wanting look in response to the hungry, predatory look the Alpha was placing on her. She wasn't sure what came over her, but as the sexy wolf swaggered towards her, as she commanded Zoe to turn over, Zoe smiled and responded in a heavy, aroused tone. "Yes, my Alpha." It felt right, she was to be claimed after all. It was more than sex, it was one wolf submitting to another. Zoe didn't just obey though, her newly discovered submissive side made a show of it. She was flexible, and she showed it off as she agilely moved her body. She went just slow enough to let Bridget see her fit, muscular body, the body she was offering to the even more powerful Alpha. When she was done making a show of it she was near the center of the bed, propped up on her hands, watching Bridget approach to take her.

Zoe let Bridget guide her into position, and when her gorgeous captain was atop her she fell gently onto her back. Teeth latching onto her neck was rather odd, considering it was the first time another wolf ever bit her, it had always been the other way around and even then she didn't make it a habit. Yet, it felt right, she wanted it, and she opened up her neck for Bridget. The combination of being marked and entered at the same time was an incredible sensation, and she let out an uninhibited moan. Zoe wasn't holding herself back, moaning for Bridget as she started to thrust. The more powerful Bridget's thrusts and the more marks the Alpha left on her neck, the more Zoe wanted. It only took a moment before golden flecks appeared in her eyes and she was wrapping her legs around Bridget's waist, trying to find a position that would let Bridget give her a harder, deeper fucking.
 
Bridget let out a relieved groan against Zoe's flesh as she sheathed the full length of her member into silk heat. She had fooled around with a few girls since the masquerade, but none of them had wished to commit to the domination that was involved whenever Bridget took a potion. Having a cock between her legs always made her lose control of her wolf; her animal craved pleasure and power, and the moment she had a tool that would allow her to have both, she grew feral.

With her body stretched out over Zoe and her teeth digging into the other girl's throat, her motions were limited by the position she was in. It wasn't long before Bridget was growing agitated. Her neck has gotta be marked enough... If not, she could make Zoe again later. Right now though, she wanted to fuck the other girl so hard that she limped all through practice the next day. With one last nip to Zoe's jaw, Bridget lifted herself up into a kneeling position, hands grabbing onto gorgeous thighs as she did so that she could angle Zoe's hips in such a way that she could hit that sweet spot that would have the younger girl screaming in no time.

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About halfway through their playtime, the two of them heard the front door open, followed by footsteps and women talking. The rugby girls had gotten home from their party and than stop fucking Zoe and be quiet, Bridget became more violent in her thrusts. She had flipped the other Alpha onto her hands and knees and had a fistful of her hair, forcing Zoe to moan into the open air rather than a pillow as she was claimed over and over again.

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ThudThudThudThudThud!

One floor below, Nicki had grabbed a broom so that she could start banging on the ceiling in order to get her amorous neighbor's attention. She had been pretty patient, having come home from the party with the rest of the rugby girls about an hour ago and only waiting until now to interrupt her teammate. "Bridge! Seriously! I have a grad class in the morning! Stop fucking and go the fuck to sleep!" The senior shouted. It was great that her friend was getting laid after her bad break up, but seriously, she had to be up at 8am.

"Last round!" Came the muffled reply.

"Oh for fuck's sake." The upperclassmen grumbled under her breath, then shouted again, "You better be done by the time I brush my teeth or I'm gonna come up there and turn the hose on both of you!"

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"Guess we'll cut this last one short...." Bridget was panting and covered in a sheen of sweat. She was pretty close and she was sure that Zoe was almost there as well if the way her sex clasped needily around her cock was any indication. The Alpha reached between the other girl's legs as she switched her rough, powerful thrusts to a slow grind as her talented fingers picked up the slack. Calloused digits rubbed tight, fast circles over Zoe's clit to force the girl over the edge as fast as she could because she took Nicki's threat pretty seriously.
 
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