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Teamwork (ClearSight x Javorcek)

ClearSight

ClearSight

Supernova
Joined
Sep 20, 2013
Location
United States
Zoe found herself absorbed in the atmosphere of the party, entranced by the various scenes playing out around of her. She was a freshman, not even actually, as classes didn’t officially start for another week. Yet, before her life as a college student had started she was already experiencing new things. Zoe didn’t believe herself to be inexperienced or innocent, but she was out of her depths when she looked at what was happening around her. She was at a masquerade, a party built on anonymity and hosted by one of the more prominent werewolf students at the university, and wolves had a certain cultural way of doing things. There was alcohol, probably drugs, and lots of uninhibited sex. It hadn’t devolved into a massive orgy, and not everyone was so wild and bold, but there were plenty of couples who weren’t shy and didn’t bother escaping to privacy, and more who had occupied the rooms.

It hadn’t been that way when she first arrived, but even Zoe was feeling more open after a few drinks, her eyes lingering on various scenes and people. She should have expected it, a masquerade screamed anonymous sex, and maybe she had. There was a reason she had chosen to attend the masquerade over the countless other parties being held before classes started, and it wasn’t because it was hosted by a wolf. It was the anonymity, the very thing undermining her usual confidence, which more often than not bordered arrogance. Anonymity meant slight unease at a situation beyond Zoe’s control and experience level, but it also meant she could be herself without worries. Zoe was gay but she didn’t exactly admit her preferences, and despite college being the perfect opportunity to be honest and enjoy herself, she wasn’t sure if she could. So, being anonymous meant the athlete could do what she wanted and delay the life-altering decision until another day.

She was relying on the freedom the mask provided, and growing to enjoy it. She let her eyes wander and admired the gorgeous women scattered about, even receiving a few interested gazes in return, but that’s all she had done. Zoe needed more drinks, more drinks she wasn’t technically old enough to have but desperately needed. As she procured yet another alcoholic beverage she noticed more than a few hungry looks, and couldn’t help but smirk to herself proudly. She had dressed to attract attention, wearing a tight black dress that hugged her athletic form perfectly. The mask was simply an accessory that helped with the already present charm that a confident, powerful alpha wolf naturally gave off. Even being undermined by her obvious curiosity and subtle hesitance, Zoe was attractive and had noticeable alpha charm.

Zoe couldn’t bring herself to approach anyone herself, and before she realized it she was playing the voyeur. The couple she ended up watching were two girls situated on one of the couches. They weren’t being obscene or nearly as showy as a few other pairs, but they were gorgeous and Zoe couldn’t take her eyes off of them. The pair was making out, and the smaller girl had her legs spread, letting out several telling moans as the other woman used her fingers to toy with her. Zoe stopped close to them, watching with lustful eyes and being noticed in the process. The seemingly dominant of the two gave her a slight grin before continuing what she was doing, leaving Zoe envious and horny, and a bit concerned about how much watching turned her on. It didn’t take but a few minutes of hearing the moans and watching the mild action for Zoe to start looking back around the room. Arousal, alcohol, and anonymity made her own hookup fantasy irresistible, she didn’t want to spend the entire night watching. After all, once school started she didn’t know when she would have the chance, she wasn’t even sure if she would come out or not. Maybe this would be her last chance to find some release.
 
"Having fun yet?" Rico's chipper voice made Bridget want to smack him. As host of the party, he had set the dress code rules: half masks, black tie, cocktail dresses, no cross-dressing...and as Bridget's best friend, he had made sure to enforce that rule and drag the female here against her will.

"You know how much I love wearing a dress." Brdiget grumbled. She hated everything about the dress she wore! Well...perhaps it wasn't the dress and what she hated most were the heels that went with the stupid dress. But still! Awful! A suit would have fit her much better; her more muscular build and small breasts would have been perfect in a tailored three piece suit.

Rico of course did not see the ridiculous insecurities that manifested as perceived flaws that his best friend believed existed. What he saw, what was real, was a handsome young woman who looked drop dead gorgeous in a black cocktail dress. Yes, Bridget's rugby build and Alpha nature made it difficult for her to pull off the whole 'femme' thing that so many women exuded so effortlessly...but so what? She was sexy! And she should get back out there and flaunt it! Bridget had been mopey and single for far too long in Rico's eyes, a party like this was just what she needed to get back into the dating game. "If I were straight, I would have tried to pick you up by now." Rico winked and gave Bridget's ribs a light nudge, trying to get a smile out of the serious female.

"Hrrrmph." Bridget huffed, still not into this whole thing. She had to admit that this was one of the better masquerades she had been to though; most parties were snobby get togethers hosted by the most uptight wolves who came from well to do families: old blood lines, old money, old traditions, old everything. They were those 'if you don't have a pedigree, you don't have anything' type deals. Rico at least made the event a little more casual, hosting it in the prestigious Sigma Alpha Epsilon's frat house...which was more like a frat mansion, but still, it wasn't in a ballroom, she didn't have to wear a gown, and there weren't older werewolves chaperoning them...though, judging by how the party was slowly devolving to an orgy, a chaperone or two might have been a good idea.

"Come on Bridge! I know you miss Princess Resting-Bitch-Face" A soft, feral growl from his friend made him drop the several other names he wanted to call Bridget's ex and push forward, "But seriously, you're better off without her. Have some fun, find a new play thing. You don't have to marry them, just, you know, sleep with them a little bit." Another grumble and a growl, but still, he refused to give up. "Come on, let's get you a drink. You are not allowed to be a sulky whiny brat at my soiree."

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A few drinks with Rico and running into a few of her rugby teammates cheered Bridget up enough that she could start to actually enjoy the party. As a Junior at the school and an avid partier due to her position as scrum captain on the women's rugby team, Bridget could figure out who most everyone else was, mask or no mask, she had an exceptional talent for figuring out who was who. There was one girl though who's gait she didn't recognize, who's scent was a little more apprehensive than everyone else's. Must be her first time. Bridget surveyed the girl with new interest - it wasn't often that Freshman were brave enough to show up to such a gathering, especially when school hadn't even started yet.

What started off as general curiosity towards a strange wolf at her friend's party turned into interest as she noticed that the girl seemed to be enjoying the show that another pair of ladies were putting on on one of the couches. The sex in public thing didn't phase Bridget at all - in fact this was a relatively tame party in comparison to some of the frat ones she had been to. But lesbian sex in public in a culture that valued breeding, well, that piqued her interest, especially if there was a single wolf who was into it too. Downing the last of her drink, the young wolf decided to approach the stray brunette. "You look lost little Freshman." Bridget grinned, keeping her tone light and teasing in an effort to not scare away the wolf in case she was a beta, or offend her if she was another Alpha. "First time at one of these?"
 
To most people it would be difficult not to know anyone at a party, for Zoe it was her only respite, the fact that she didn't know anyone and nobody knew her. There was a comfort in that to someone who had always hidden her true self, it let her indulge. Just around the time she was starting to look around the room again a voice startled her, causing Zoe to jump slightly. It wasn't enough for the alpha to lose her cool, not externally at least. Internally she panicked at first, especially when something about her screamed freshman loud enough for any random stranger to guess, but she reminded herself that she was in a mask a few times and managed to remain calm. She was curious what had given her away, but even that thought was pushed out when she was called little. Zoe wasn't exceptionally tall but she had muscle, and as both an athlete and an alpha she took pride in her strength, so being called little was unpleasant. She hadn't planned to let anyone get away with disregarding that part of her, and she even had something to say planned, right up until the moment she looked at who was talking to her.

The other wolf had a teasing quality to her voice, it hadn't come across domineering, but one actual look at the wolf had Zoe swallowing down whatever words she had been about to say. Wolves were very sensitive, scent and expressions saying much more to them than it would to humans, and while Zoe didn't like the fact that she gave off a 'lost freshman' vibe, she couldn't deny what she felt from the wolf standing before her. Zoe gulped slightly as her eyes roamed over the woman, her powerful, muscular form impressive and mouth-watering. "Yeah, I wanted to let loose before my first semester." Zoe, despite swallowing down her backtalk and being both slightly intimidated and incredibly aroused by the woman in front of her, managed to answer coherently, not a sign of stutter or shyness in her answer. Not that the other reactions were completely hidden away, but Zoe knew how to compose herself, or liked to believe she did.

After a moment of not knowing what to say or do Zoe found herself turning back to the pair of women, watching as it quickly heated up into something much more than kissing and light fingering. Zoe was captivated, unable to take her eyes off of the women for a few moments before she turned back to the other wolf standing beside her. It had been rude to turn away but she was a little lost and it was hard to stop her eyes from wandering. Still, she wanted more than a show, she couldn't satisfyingly let loose with the equivalent of live porn. So she looked at the powerful alpha next to her and feigned comfort in the situation, trying to sound confident and playful instead of completely out of her depths. "I suppose I knew what I was looking for when I came to this party, even if it's my first time." She continued from her previous thought, ignoring her brief return to voyeurism and re-engaging the sexy stranger. "Choosing anonymity is rather pointless unless you do certain acts after all. What about you, what did you come for?" It was difficult riding the line between putting yourself out there obviously and being subtle, especially when nervous. Yet, the young alpha felt the need to act, because nothing was worse than the idea of showing up at a party to let loose and allowing the craziest thing she did be watching another couple fool around.
 
"Not a bad reason." Bridget sounded impressed; a normal Freshman might have stayed safe and decided to do a Last Hurrah with her friends from high school, not some strangers from college. But this girl was ready to dive into the university experience...complete with the anonymous sex at werewolf parties part. Bridget's ears perked at the sound of a sudden hitch of breath, followed by a deep, throaty groan. While she may have the self control to stay focused on the current conversation, the younger girl did not. The Alpha gave an indulgent smile as the girl turned to investigate a particularly high pitched moan coming from the couch. She's probably never seen something like this before. And with that thought in mind, Bridget didn't reprimand the girl for being rude...though it was her first instinct as a dominant wolf to do so.

"The host, Rico, is a close friend." Bridget shrugged and left her reply simple; deciding to omit the fact that she had been forced here against her will and that she hadn't had any intention of sleeping with anyone or getting drunk. Things changed...and as her eyes kept roving over the new girl, she found her intentions quickly changing.

"There you are." A voice from behind caused Bridget to excuse herself and turn. It was Sarah, who had probably been searching for her for quite awhile because Sarah was a beta and didn't have as sensitive a nose as an Alpha. "Bridge, you wanna come out?"

The slight whiff of marijuana, as though Sarah had already smoked a bowl without her, let Bridget know exactly what her friend was asking her to come out for. Usually the Alpha reserved getting high for midterms and finals week...but after her breakup, she had been smoking a little more than usual to cope. "Yeah, sure." She could use the pick-me-up, she knew her game was a little lacking this evening and perhaps some weed would relax her mind so that she could function enough to properly pick up a girl. "You want to come out too, Freshman? It's a good way to cut loose..." Bridget smiled, offering the stranger a way to do exactly what she had come here to do.
 
Zoe knew her reasoning for attending such a party was flimsy, it was more of a whim that flew out of control to be honest, but she wasn't about to admit that. The only reasonable thing was to say she wanted to let loose, which was true, and omit the parts about being a closeted lesbian and being completely out of her depths. She had to appear calm and collected. The stranger's answer was far more impressive, friends with the host, it made Zoe look at her more closely, as if she expected the woman to know something important. All she ended up doing was staring, and making a few expressions of curiosity and desire that neither her filter nor the mask could hide. She wasn't too obvious, but neither was she subtle, a state of limbo she was stuck in for better or worse several times that night. Maybe it was for the best, her words weren't doing the trick. Not that Zoe was ever a smooth talker, she was charismatic but not because she had a silver tongue.

Fortunately something came along to distract the gorgeous stranger before Zoe could make further fool of herself, causing the young alpha to sigh in relief once the older woman turned around. Her ears perked up when the other girl's name was mentioned however, glancing curiously and finding herself thinking it was a pretty name, and probably short for Bridget. It wasn't important but it was interesting, and somehow didn't break the illusion. What was a name if you didn't know what someone looked like? Perhaps that was silly, a little mask could only hide so much, but everything was different as such an event. The formal clothing, the well done hair and careful choosing of accessories, and the act people put on for such a night, it all contributing to making sure you wouldn't recognize the other attendees afterwards, at least not without some overt tell. Not to mention the alcohol.

While Zoe was in her own little world, even taking another peak at the couple on the couch, the stranger gave her an offer she found difficult to refuse. It hit right at her reasoning for coming, at least the reason she was clinging to now that she was at the party. So after a brief moment of hesitation she nodded, following behind Bridget and trying to think of how to act. She had smoked before, like twice, but she was sure the shitty weed her friends had managed to get wouldn't compare to what real stoners smoked. Then again, she wasn't even sure who these people were, making it impossible to know what to expect. Zoe simply stayed next to Bridget, the only person who she could attach a name to, and it helped that she enjoyed letting her eyes roam up and down the sexy wolf. Only, Zoe hadn't thought her plan through, like the part where once they were outside and everyone began to smoke, that it would eventually be her turn. It ended... Poorly, a bit humiliating really, because she was coughing after her first hit. Clearly she had no idea what she was doing, and she passed it to Bridget afterwards with a pouty, humiliated, rather adorable look on her face.
 
Outside in the chilly night air, there were a few wolves gathered around on the deck. Tiki torches surrounded the wooden patio, the tops flickering with fire to provide a little bit of light, warmth, and cover up the scent of weed with citronella. Bridget's friends had pulled the lawn and patio furniture into a circle, saving a spot on the cushy outdoor couch for the charismatic scrum captain, her new friend, and Sarah (who, although she was a beta and normally wouldn't get preferential seating, was also a Biology major that focused on Botany and grew the best marijuana on campus). They girls took their seats and waited for the bowl to finish working its way around the small circle so they could take a hit.

Stoners were probably some of the most laid back, welcoming people on the planet. No one questioned who the stranger was that Bridget had brought out to the circle. No one complained about cash or who owed who for the weed. No one laughed or snickered when Zoe sucked her hit in way too quickly and then immediately burst into a coughing fit. Even Bridget didn't comment more than an arched brow. Guess the Freshman is much more innocent than she lets on. "Gotta let up on the carb, that little hole thingy on the side of the bowl when you're close to the end of your hit." Bridget felt compelled to come up with an excuse for the mistake because she knew that Sarah prided herself on providing exceptional weed that didn't have an acrid taste or smell.

"Here, how about we shotgun it? It's very easy, like hitting a bong, all you have to do is inhale..." Bridget motioned for the new girl to stay facing her. At the word 'shotgun' a couple of the stoners seemed to have their interest piqued, the wolves now leaning forward a bit in their seats to get a better view. The Alpha then lit up the bowl and took a slow, deep hit. She held the smoke in her lungs as she closed the slight distance between her and the Freshman, pressing their lips together, tongue darting out to slide along the other girl's bottom lip and signal her to open up and inhale as Bridget exhaled the weed laced smoke into the other girl's mouth.
 
The atmosphere outside was relaxing, nothing like the pit of depravity slowly forming inside the frat house. Alcohol, sex, and heat were replaced by the cool open air, tiki torches, and a circle of ridiculously laid back individuals. Zoe still managed to make it uncomfortable for herself though, taking her turn, which she had expected enough to prepare for, and botching it completely. She had smoked weed before, but it was crappy weed, they hadn't used a bong, and there was absolutely none of the pressure she was currently feeling to impress the strangers seated around her, especially the one to her side. After her failure Zoe had expected some kind of laughter, even if just a few giggles without any malicious intent. She hadn't expected everyone to be understanding and not give her any grief. Bridget even started to explain where she had gone wrong, prompting Zoe to nod her head slightly and listen to her instructions, not wanting to fuck it up again when it came back around.

"Thanks." She murmured, right before stiffening up as she heard the term shotgun. She knew what that meant and for a split second she wasn't sure, and then she immediately became eager. It didn't take any convincing to get Zoe to stay put and continue facing towards Bridget, she even found her hands slightly fidgety as she waited for Bridget. When it finally came she froze a bit, but managed to accept the hit and kiss back a little towards the end, unable to hide the desire that was clearly smoldering beneath the surface. With Bridget's assistance it all went much more smoothly, Zoe managed to accept the hit, breath it in, and then let it out without even the slightest hitch. There was no coughing or discomfort and aside from a short, lingering gaze between her and Bridget, she soon sat back into the seat and let her body relax.

Zoe didn't even notice how interested people had been in the kiss, mainly because she had been so excited for it herself. It was so thrilling that even with the weed and company and atmosphere, she couldn't think of anything else besides Bridget's lips. She even found her eyes wandering over to the sexy woman while the bong made its way around the circle again, lingering on her lips, and the few times Bridget seemed to notice she would find herself lost in the woman's gorgeous eyes. They seemed to pull Zoe in, making it difficult to look away and feel lightly compelled in a strange sense. She never looked for long, because in her illogical head turning away quickly every time Bridget looked over was less telling than just playing it off. These were mistakes a normal Zoe probably wouldn't make, but she couldn't help it. It was only when the bong made its way back to her that she returned to the moment, smiling at the person passing it to her and then looking down at it for a brief second. Then, as if it were the most natural response she could think of, Zoe turned and held the bong out to Bridget, a look of expectation on her face as she did.
 
rEven though her lungs burned as held the smoke and her throat tickled as she exhaled far slower than anyone ever should, Bridget managed to keep herself from coughing. The smoke was smoother now, the harshness that the heat of the pipe caused was gone, the other, inexperienced Alpha could take this hit easily now. Throughout their exchange it hadn't really been a kiss, not a first anyways. But towards the end their lips pressed together a little more firmly, there was a little more heat between them, and then the older wolf pulled away, giving the girl room to exhale. "Afterwards, she gave a charming smile and then leaned back into her seat, getting nice and comfortable as the first hit washed over her. It didn't take that much for Bridget to get stoned, she had a pretty low tolerance for marijuana (something she had learned after Sophomore year smoking a whole bowl on her own and having a freak out). Plus she was already buzzed from alcohol so now her mind was pleasantly quiet - no longer loud with the clamoring thoughts of her own issues and baggage.

Some of the group was already stoned (the others had been out here for awhile after all) so the conversation was drifting off to all sorts of odd things...like why is there a 'd' in 'fridge' but no 'd' in 'refrigerator'. Or which letter is silent in the word 'scent'...is it the 's' or the 'c'? Bridget was content to just listen to stoners babble on about the ridiculousness of the english language. This was her favorite part about being high: having a conversation about hypotheticals that doesn't turn into a screaming match. Her mind was quiet for once and would readily accept any random, bullshit topic to talk about with the same seriousness and thoughtfulness as one might respond to a question like 'Does free will exist?'

As the group discussed 'sent', 'cent' and 'scent' in depth, Bridget became acutely aware that the other masked girl was staring at her. She glanced over, her bright green eyes getting caught up in the stranger's. The other girl was cute, she had to admit...even with the mask on, there was no mistaking that the stranger would be beautiful with it off. Perhaps her extra bit of maturity helped her play it cool: she she turned her attention back to the group, not wanting to fawn over the girl like a dumb pup. But, Bridget scooted just a little bit closer to the other woman to signal that she was welcoming of the appreciative gaze and interested herself.

The pipe made it back to their side of the circle and soon enough it was the other girl's turn to hit it again. Bridget was confused when the younger Alpha didn't take a hit and instead handed her the pipe. But after looking at the girl, noticing the expectant look that managed to work it's way even through a mask, Bridget realized that the other Alpha was looking to her to take care of her. Just that tiny show of submission by deferring to a more experienced Alpha made Bridget's core heat up. With a grin she lit up the bowl and then took another slow, deep hit, holding the smoke as she passed off the bowl and then turned towards the other girl, once again slowly exhaling the hit into her mouth.
 
Zoe would have probably been caught up in the conversation going around the circle if it hadn't been for Bridget. The experienced Alpha had a charm she couldn't resist and her eyes and mind were glued to the woman. Whether it was the alcohol or the weed, there was something keeping Zoe relaxed, enough that she wasn't thinking about her image as an Alpha or what she would decide when school actually started, she was only thinking about the immediate future, Bridget. It helped that Bridget seemed to be paying an equal amount of attention to her, even moving closer and sending off signals of mutual interest, enough so that Zoe almost blushed, almost. Zoe liked to keep her cool, to come across as confident, and there was still a part of her keeping up appearances. It was just enough to keep her from blushing and acting like a shy pup, but not enough to keep the expectant look off of her face.

That look seemed to trigger something inside Bridget, the grin and glint in the older Alpha's eye not escaping the younger woman. Even her instinct was telling her something would happen, but she didn't shrink back, she went forward, meeting Bridget's lips with desire and inhaling yet another hit provided by the gorgeous Alpha. Unlike the previous time there was no doubt that they were kissing, it didn't start off confused or slow, it was full of desire and need. In fact, the weed was secondary, Zoe's entire motive being the kiss, and she didn't have the willpower to hold back even with all the onlookers. She was so lost in the moment that when Bridget started to pull back she pulled on the Alpha's lower lip with her teeth, and barely managed to hold back a disappointed whine. She couldn't help herself, it took everything she had not to whine and even then she was still looking almost pitiful as she gave Bridget a disappointed, needy look. It wasn't for another hit either.

Zoe was being influenced by the multitude of external factors, the alcohol, drugs, and the anonymous nature of it all. She was being honest, more so than she would ever be comfortable otherwise. Not a single part of her was saying stop or be careful, the only thoughts the young Alpha could muster egged her on, told her that it was just one night, she was masked, and that blowing the opportunity would be a waste of her entire night. She was wholly motivated to press forward. While Zoe had been deferring to Bridget, and felt appropriate doing so, she was still a confident young Alpha. She wasn't nervous to act under normal circumstances, and even in such strange waters she could do so with the helpful push from the circumstances, especially due to the incredible weed. So Zoe made her first willful move and leaned in after a few soft pants to kiss Bridget again, instinctively playing the lesser Alpha role and not pressing too aggressively, but kissing the older Alpha nonetheless. She was skillful too! She had made out enough to know what she was doing. Wolves had incredibly complex instinct however, and without Zoe realizing it she was playing the submissive, her tongue playfully inviting Bridget instead of taking the lead, and her posture leaned back as opposed to pressing forward. It was one of the first moments in her life being a lesser Alpha changed everything, and she wasn't even conscious of the change.
 
What was supposed to start off as a simple shotgun quickly devolved into a heated, passionate kiss. And as amazing as the kiss was, Bridget needed to pull back shortly into it, the poor older Alpha all out of breath after facilitating the hit. A light nip to her bottom lip and the cutest, neediest expression she had ever been on the receiving end of were what she got as she pulled away to regain her breath. Fuck, she wished she didn't have to breath, cause the little show of submission that the other Alpha was putting on made Bridget want to just pounce on her and devour her.

The younger wolf was the one who initiated the next kiss. But rather than try to press Bridget backwards, she pulled the older girl forwards. Bridget was quickly finding herself in possession of the better angle and the lead to do whatever she wanted...and what she wanted was to busy her hands with exploring her new conquest. Skilled hands started off in safe places: the other girl's face, her neck, down to her hips and back. Their current position limited the places where Bridget's hands could go...and it didn't take long before they were going places that were rather risque. By now the alcohol, marijuana, and sexual desire were hitting Bridget hard....made only worse as she caught just the slightest change in scent that told her that the other wolf was getting more and more soaked by the second.

Nimble fingers were working their way down to the hem of other girl's cocktail dress and hiking it upwards. She went slowly, trying to give the younger Alpha plenty of time to stop her if this was becoming too much for her. But when Bridget didn't feel any resistance and only felt scorching heat and a touch of wetness at her fingertips as she went up the other girl's thighs, she pushed the dress up all the way, bunching it around the other Alpha's hips and leaving her bottom half exposed to the people in the circle who were now watching with rapt attention.

Panting softly as she pulled away to check on the other girl, Bridget quickly breathed out a simple command, "Take off your panties." A quick break, giving the stranger time to back off if she wanted to...even though Bridget really hoped she didn't want her to stop.
 
Wolves were capable of experiencing pleasure and desire on an entirely different level than humans. Wolves instincts and heightened senses changed everything. For Zoe her instinctual desires were driving her towards submission, and despite knowing that she didn't want to stop. A lesser Alpha would always feel the need to submit to a more powerful Alpha when it truly came down to it, and Zoe was in a situation where she had no reason not to embrace the desires. She let herself submit, letting the scent of arousal and touch of the powerful female guide her. She let herself be carried away by the inner wolf that wanted nothing more than to let this powerful Alpha take her, claim her for the night and experience bliss at her hands. Zoe had become aware of those desires and embraced them, and she was being rewarded for it. Bridget's hands were exploring her athletic form, making their way across her muscular form and slowly approaching her burning core.

The moment Bridget's fingers brushed near her sex she let out a soft, pleasant gasp, her eyes staring dreamily over at the other wolf. She wanted more and she had no plans on stopping Bridget. The older Alpha snapped her out of the hazy state with a command however, the submissive spark inside of Zoe lighting up. It was only then that she started to remember where she was and what had just happened, her eyes taking a moment to look around at the rest of the smoke circle. Every single one of them was looking over, watching the show between herself and Bridget, and every one of them seemed curious to see if it would continue.

Zoe didn't blush or shy away from the people looking at her, it was embarrassing but she had confidence and pride in her body, and with the mask hiding her identity she felt more secure. After a moment she stopped looking around and reached her hands down, removing the soaked panties and letting them fall to the ground, and then she turned back to Bridget, leaning in and kissing her again. "I'm yours for the night." She whispered, having leaned over and pressed her lips against Bridget's ear after the kiss. She had originally told Bridget she had come to let loose, said that she had known what she was looking for when she chose a masquerade, and she planned on going through with it. She had gone too far, and she wanted it too badly to stop there. Until she left the party she was going to give herself to the dominant woman beside her, and do a few things she would never have done before. She was going to let loose, and she nipped at Bridget's ear and gave a low growl to finalize her decision, practically begging the Alpha to continue before she had a chance to cool off and wuss out.
 
Bridget tried to maintain a mask of stoicism as she gave her command. She wanted to make sure the other girl felt like there was no pressure, that she could say 'no' anytime she felt uncomfortable. When she noticed the younger Alpha looking around the circle, she became pretty certain that this would be it, that her new conquest would call it quits right here and ask for a more secluded location. Although Bridget would be happy to oblige such a request, she would be a hell of a lot happier if she got to indulge in her kink of showing off a submissive lover.

Green eyes followed the movement of fingers as the other girl hooked her fingers around the band of her panties and pulled the soaked fabric down. Bridget was only drawn out of her appreciative staring when the younger Alpha captured her lips again and whispered her promise for the evening. "Excellent," Bridget was grinning like an overeager idiot (mostly because she was a little high...partly because she -really- wanted to dominate another Alpha, especially one who was as athletic as she was). "I'll take good care of you..." The older wolf purred out her promise as her fingers came down to dance along the younger girl's muscular inner thighs, trying to coax her legs apart as she leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Spread your legs, nice and wide, I want everyone else to be able to see what's mine."

Bridget's eyes dipped down to between the girl's splayed thighs, to that perfect little pussy that was hers and hers alone to play with. The older Alpha was teasing at first, obviously aware that she was not only supposed to be pleasuring her lover but putting on a show show. She grazed the tips of her fingers along the swollen outer lips of the other girl's sex, danced her fingers down lower and drew invisible swirls and lines along her inner thigh, only to come back up once more and play with her slit. "You are so soaked...you really need this, don't you?" Bridget murmured, giving the other girl's ear a little nip as she spoke into it. "You want to just cum here infront of all these people, like a beta bitch in heat." And as she spoke her fingers finally came to her lover's clit, teasing the stiff bud lightly for a moment before settling ontop of it to rub quickly quickening circles.
 
The moment she made her choice there was no turning back, Zoe knew this and the finality of it helped her not get nervous, because nervousness wouldn't help. Besides, having a strong, sexy Alpha tell you they were going to take care of you, it was a comforting declaration. The next line out of Bridget's mouth was even more impactful, not only the order but the word mine. Being claimed was exhilarating for the young Alpha, it made her shiver in excitement, and it took but a moment for her to obediently comply to her Alpha's orders. That's what it was for the night, Bridget was her Alpha. She couldn't help but look out at the people watching them though, noticing their stares as she opened her legs and showed off her soaked folds. Fortunately she was confident in her body, or else it would have been much harder to let herself go. Even with confidence and rampant arousal, Zoe chose to turn her gaze back to Bridget and stay there, focusing her attention on the dominant, older girl.

Zoe didn't hold back, her wolf didn't let her. So, the moment she started receiving Bridget's full attention she let out a soft moan, clearly not shying away from the situation and with no plans of holding back and stifling her voice. "I do." Zoe breathed out seconds before another telling sound of pleasure, leaning back against the couch and opening herself up as much as possible for the powerful woman. Beta? Zoe's first thought was to deny it, she was a lesser Alpha but still an Alpha! She was strong, confident, charismatic, and her fortune of being an Alpha, even a lesser one, from an Alpha and beta couple was fortunate. In fact, when Alphas and betas mated there was a better chance to produce a beta than an Alpha, Zoe was lucky! Yet, the moment she thought about that she felt this strange desire inside of her to shout yes... To say she was like a beta bitch. It was the first time in her life she felt so compelled to submit and be claimed, perhaps because it was the only time.

Zoe's few times with other women had been tame and highly vanilla, and they had all been cute little things that would never give away her secret, that was important! She had never been with a true Alpha, never given herself up. It evoked something within her, causing the younger lesser Alpha to ignite with desire. She cried out in pleasure as Bridget finally focused on her clit, body leaning back but one of her hands clutching at Bridget's body, holding on as if to ensure the older Alpha didn't go anywhere. It didn't take long for the highly aroused Zoe to cum, especially with the added thrill of being watched. Her voice reached its climax with her, Zoe not showing a single attempt to hold her voice back, letting everyone hear her as she climaxed for Bridget. It was quick but she didn't feel ashamed, she felt free. The first orgasm was what she really needed, but there would be more to come. Zoe hadn't come to the masquerade and given herself to Bridget for a quick taste of pleasure. She looked over at Bridget and gave her a look that expressed all of that, especially her willingness to go further, inviting the Alpha to do whatever it was she wanted.
 
Sarah had moved off of the couch because she knew that Bridget could get very possessive and so the beta decided it would be prudent to stay the hell out of her friend's way. One of the other alphas got up from his seat and gave it to her - stoners had enough sense to be nice the person who brings in the best weed, werewolf hierarchy aside.

Now that Bridget and her new toy had plenty of room to play, the Alpha decided it was time for a change in position. Showing off the younger girl's gorgeous pussy was all well and good....but now the older wolf wanted to know just how far she could push the other girl. "Get on your hands and knees."

The older girl was aware that what she was about to attempt was risky...the stranger smelled like an Alpha and most Alphas did not like having their rear ends played with. It was too submissive of an act! And if an alpha was into anal, such a display showed immense amounts of trust...something that Bridget wouldn't have for a stranger. If the other girl decided to turn around and bite her for doing what she was about to do, she wouldn't be surprised. But...she couldn't help herself from trying. If you're going to be a sexual deviant and fuck in public, may as well commit to being as depraved as possible and tossing in some taboo buttplay too.

"Going to need you to relax, okay?" But of course as she made the request, Bridget dragged her nails over the amazing swell of the younger girl's ass, lighting up the pale skin with bright red lines. She was kinder after that though, rubbing soothing circles over the skin as she leaned forward, planting soft kisses and licks on the hypersensitive flesh. Every once in awhile she would stop and deliver a bite, marking the flesh for her own.

For the most part she kept her hands, lips, and teeth in safe places, just the curve of the other girl's ass....sometimes she'd dip down and play with her thighs, maybe lick her soaking slit. Each time she did the latter she'd be checking how wet her toy was - only when she was soaking and whimpering was when Bridget decided to give her some relief...but probably not in a way that the younger alpha was expecting. The older girl ended up spreading both lovely cheeks and snaking her tongue forward, playing the hot wet appendage lightly against the younger girl's tight ring of muscle, going slow and trying to get her to relax and loosen up.
 
Before the euphoria of her first orgasm as an exhibitionist had worn off she heard the familiar, demanding voice of the power Alpha. The instinct inside the younger woman immediately told her she should obey, and do so with enthusiasm. Enthusiasm was clearly a must, a real Alpha was speaking to her after all! The response was almost scary, how incredible it felt to have her submissive, lesser Alpha side toyed with. Still, pleasure came first at the end of the day, and if embracing that horny, needy side of her brought further pleasure there was no way she could refuse. The fact that so many unreachable fantasies were being played out only served to further drive her, making the young Alpha slowly move to her hands and knees, lifting her gorgeous, toned ass into the air and offering herself up to the more experienced Alpha.

It was a passing thought, but as she moved to her hands and knees and thought about how right it felt doing so despite the people watching, Zoe thought about their ancestors. If she still felt like this in the modern day, how difficult must it have been to resist one's instincts then. A shiver ran up her spine as the thought passed, looking back at Bridget and knowing that it didn't matter when, that this sexy, powerful Alpha had her under complete control.

The fact that Zoe desperately wanted all of this couldn't be downplayed, instinct wasn't so powerful that it overruled free-will, but it definitely amplified the experience. The moment nails scraped across her flesh she let out a soft moan, letting her head drop down slightly and closing her eyes as she chose to focus on the stimulation. The young Alpha reveled in the attention, groaning and letting out soft pants with each marking action. Each bite made the wolf's heartbeat quicken, pushing at that inherent desire to be claimed and marked by someone stronger. It was irresistible, and Zoe's soaked folds demonstrated her rampant arousal quite well.

Zoe wasn't shy, every bit of attention made her feel good, and when she moaned she didn't try to hold back, she let everyone hear. She wasn't shy, and didn't do anything to lessen the show being given to the surrounding wolves. Even when Bridget's tongue brushed against her tight rear she only jumped from surprise but did nothing to stop the other wolf. Not being shy wasn't the only reason for that, in fact it was partially out of shock that she didn't stop Bridget. She was shocked because Zoe had never let anyone else play with her ass before, to a strong, proud Alpha it was difficult to admit she had an anal fetish, constantly fantasizing and playing with her own tight little bum. Bridget making her move was surprising, but the very idea of finally getting a chance to experience it, and nobody knowing, was too tempting for the lesser Alpha to pass up.

While Bridget couldn't have missed the slight jerk from Zoe at the start, there was some moaning shortly thereafter that couldn't be missed either. Zoe's voice had become sharper and she was starting to pant like a true beta bitch in heat. Zoe wanted her ass played with, and she had a feeling if Bridget stopped she wouldn't be able to hold back some serious whimpering. The last thing she wanted was to whimper and beg for her ass to be used, even she wasn't sure her pride could take that hit, anonymous or not. So she did the only thing she could think of, asked for more before it came to that, a gently, "Use your fingers?" was spoken, though it came out as a panted question rather than anything close to an order. Zoe was smart, she kept her voice low and didn't try to get demanding, knowing her current position. Besides, even if she didn't whine and beg like a little slut there were clear indicators of how badly she wanted it in her trembling, needy tone.
 
Warm flesh jerked under her fingers and Bridget instinctively tightened her hold, not wanting the other girl to jump away from surprise - startling prey was one thing, but if she were uncomfortable that would be something totally different that Bridget would deal with. After a moment the body infront of her settled back down. Soon the other girl seemed to welcome the attentions of Bridget's talented tongue. Licking, flicking, and fluttering, Bridget was doing everything she could think to see what the younger Alpha liked.

Bridget liked to believe that she had exceptional control over her wolf: she was fairly even tempered for an Alpha, she never pounced on another woman when she was in heat, and she didn't sport an overly cocky attitude like many powerful Alphas did. But right now, with her tongue swirling over her lover's most taboo and private place, and while she listened to those quick, animalistic pants punctuated by sweet moans, the older girl start to feel her self-control begin to wane. She wanted to -fuck- the other Alpha, -claim- her, make her scream. Bridget actually gave a groan at the soft request for more.

She released her hold on the other girl's rear just so that she could dip her fingers into her hot, wet pussy, trying to gather up enough slickness on her fingers to use as lube. Bridget stiffened her tongue and tried to mimic the timing of her thrusts into the other girl's slit with the thrusts of her tongue. Once her fingers were coated, she pulled back, kneeling more comfortably on her knees as she settled in to slowly work a finger into the other girl's tight little hole.
 
Amelia groaned as she finally stood at the door to her office and looked out the windows opposite the cluttered, oppressing room. It was already dark, which meant she had worked later than she intended to, as usual. It was so depressing, leaving the tiny enclosed box she called an office only to see darkness out the window. At least she didn’t have much left to do before school officially started, her summer experiment being finished for a few weeks, then she would start with more trials. None of that was on her mind as she shut off the light and locked the door however, only Sarah was.

Sarah and Amelia had met nearly half a year ago and it had turned into a beautiful friendship. Sarah was brilliant and adorable, and she had the best weed. That was how they originally met, Amelia hearing about this ridiculous new weed from a colleague and deciding she had to try it. The first time she met Sarah… It was hilarious. The younger beta was an anxious, shy mess, and after a few moments of fumbling around and thinking Amelia was an adjunct or some other form of faculty coming to bust her, she realized her mistake and calmed down. Amelia remembered thinking it was precious, and after they smoked a bit she learned how brilliant the girl was.

They talked for hours, even after the high wore off, and Amelia had to drag herself away or risk staying all night. After that they seemed to see one another everywhere, bumping into each other on campus, striking up little conversations, and of course Amelia buying all of her weed from Sarah from then on, it really was good stuff. Then it became less random, Amelia started popping her head in to see Sarah when she had a break, whether Sarah was working on her projects or just studying, Amelia would show up. They even had lunch a few times, and by now, after what seemed like forever, they were pretty close. Well, Amelia would show up and Sarah seemed okay with it, which was enough.

Amelia pulled out her phone and typed a quick text, ‘Where are you?’ She sent it to Sarah. She wanted to smoke, and she wanted to see Sarah. Seeing the beta was always a good end to her day, especially the long, exhausting days.

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Zoe felt herself melting under Bridget’s skilled actions. The feeling of having the soft, powerful tongue brushing across her rear was difficult to endure without losing her mind. Her wolf, more than ever, was practically demanding she whine and act like the needy creature she was, and Zoe struggled to keep herself under control, managing to do so only after letting her voice sing out moans of praise. When Bridget’s tongue became more firm and her skillful fingers played at her sex the lesser Alpha lost it, giving a deep moan and panting more heavily than ever. “More…” She managed to say, pleadingly urging Bridget to go further. So when those fingers traveled upwards between her cheeks she couldn’t stop herself from groaning with intense desire. She wanted to be claimed, and it showed.

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Amelia didn’t pay any attention to the party happening around her. She didn’t care that she wasn’t dressed appropriately, nor did she feel like being hit on by a bunch of horny people. She didn’t even go inside, Sarah wouldn’t be inside. At least, the chances were far lower than the adorable stoner being outside. So she walked around and before long found the circle, ah the circle. Usually, it was just her and Sarah smoking together when she smoked, maybe at one of their places, but most often somewhere on campus away from people. She had only joined a circle with Sarah twice, and both times she still smoked her own thing, defeating the purpose. She preferred it that way though, only feeling comfortable sharing with the beta.

Amelia didn’t even pay attention to the public fuck session Sarah was watching, though her eyes did glance over and admire the gorgeous bodies for a moment, but only a moment. Amelia wasn't one to get that much joy from watching, especially when it was something she couldn't have. She was only focused on the beta, walking up behind her and crouching down behind the chair so her lips were near the girl’s ear, “Hey there my favorite multi-celled organism.” She spoke with a grin, grabbing the sides of the chair and leaning her body so she was more to the side of Sarah than behind her. She didn’t want the anxious girl to panic, even if it was harder when she was high. “Have some for me?” Amelia put her chin on Sarah’s shoulder and looked at her with a soft, carefree smile. So relaxing. She really liked being around Sarah, it made a long day seem easier.
 
Sarah was currently watching the scene before her with the same concentration she exhibited whenever she was analyzing the pedigrees of her plants. (Some botanists preferred the far less time and resource consuming process of transgenics, but Sarah was a bit more old school: no growth hormones, no gene-splicing. The beta bred her plants very, very carefully and took meticulous notes on the characteristics of each strain of marijuana in an attempt to get the next generation of plants just right.) While most everyone else in the circle was watching the live porno playing out infront of them, Sarah looked like she was actually -studying- it, which she kinda was. The young beta didn't really have all these werewolf urges like her friends did...which was probably due to her anxiety and ADHD. So rather than find what her friend was doing arousing, she actually found it fascinating. Trying to pinpoint the moment that a wolf went from composed to feral was a fun little game for her.

A buzz from her bra made the little beta jump as her phone went off - Sarah startled very easily, even while high. She stealthily retrieved the device and checked her messages, just to see one from her friend, Amelia. 'At Rico's party. What about you?' the younger girl sent back. When she didn't get a response she figured that Amelia was probably getting dressed so that she could come on over. She hadn't gotten a request for weed from her friend in awhile and assumed that Amelia would come over, hang out a little bit, and then buy a baggie off of her. She knew her friend worked with viruses and figured that she wouldn't want to smoke in the circle because she was kind of a germophobe...but still, it would be nice just to talk to her friend and catch up a little bit after a summer spent apart.

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"More?" Bridget pulled away, a soft chuckle in her voice as she looked at the panting, whimpering bitch on her hands and knees infront of her. If only she had a toy or two...then she could properly overwhelm her lover for the evening. "Barely any resistance..." The older Alpha teased as she worked in her first, then second knuckle past the other girl's tight ring of muscle. "How often does my naughty little butt slut play with herself?" The comment was a shot in the dark...but she was pretty certain that any woman who was comfortable enough to practice anal play infront of a bunch of strangers must also practice in the bedroom.

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Sarah was back to intently studying the growingly more taboo show that Bridget was putting on with the stranger. So focused on the sight, she nearly jumped out of her own skin when Amelia snuck up behind her. The only thing that kept her from flying halfway across the deck in a fright was her friend's familiar, calming scent. "Don't do that!" Sarah whispered in a soft hiss and batted at the older girl. Guh, Amelia thought it was funny to fluster her and it wasn't funny! But, well, she couldn't stay mad at her friend, even when she was a butthead.

"Yeah, I've got some in my bag." The beta smiled...though that smile fell when she realized that she had left her pack over by the couch. Biting her lower lip, she steeled herself and then got up to retrieve the bag. Of course once she got too close for Bridget's liking, the powerful Alpha stopped what she was doing long enough to whip around, snarling at the intruding beta and crowding over the girl she was playing with to protect her. "Not going to bother you... Just want my bag, Bridge...you're alright...." Thank God she was high, otherwise her anxiety would have probably gotten the best of her voice and she wouldn't have been able to speak so soothingly. Bridget was going feral, her mind was so wrapped up in her baser desires that she couldn't handle any higher cognitive functions.

Sarah slowly and carefully reached out for her bag that was leaning on against the bottom of the outdoor couch. She then fished out a small vial from the front pocket and left it on the vacant cushion of the couch as a peace offering to a growling Bridget. There was a potion out there that women could drink to grow a cock and of course, having a healthy curiosity of magic and a mind for business, Sarah had decided to lace the potion with an oil infused with marijuana. It didn't really get the user high as much as it let the user ignore the hypersensitivity that was a side-effect of not being a chronic user of the potion.

With Bridget seeming to be appeased, Sarah went back over to her seat and started shuffling around in her back to find the high quality weed that Amelia preferred - an Indica strain that made the user relaxed and sleepy. She bred it just for Amelia and a few close friends who suffered from insomnia...it made the user so relaxed that Sarah was uncomfortable selling it to just anyone - she wanted to make sure the people she sold it to were responsible enough to not drive after smoking it. "It's your favorite, I'll take you home after you smoke it, okay?" With that promise, Sarah declined the next pass of the bowl because she wanted to be clear-headed when she drove later tonight. Then she got to work rolling Amelia her own joint, the young beta priding herself in her nimble fingers that could roll a perfect blunt.
 
Zoe whined softly as Bridget teased her, completely humiliated by the comment more than anything else that had happened that night. The lesser Alpha had the confidence to play in front of others and submit, but it was different when he most taboo urge was out in the open. For any wolf anal was basically the epitome of submission. Adding on the fact that Zoe was on her hands and knees and practically begging for it... There was nothing more submissive. "All the time..." She whispered, answering Bridget's question, and for the first time of the entire night her face lit up in a blush, one that could be easily overlooked in the heat of the moment. She was panting rapidly, dripping wet, and for the first time embarrassed by her own depraved desires. She couldn't even refuse being a butt slut, because while she had never been played with by someone else, it was a long standing fantasy, and one she was perfectly clear made her all the more submissive in front of this, more powerful, Alpha.

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Amelia just continued to smile at Sarah's brief startle, knowing when she could and when she truly shouldn't tease her friend. Amelia was very careful, having known Sarah for awhile she had learned the ins and outs of the beta's personality. So when Sarah's smile fell and her eyes went over to the bag next to the couch she found herself frowning slightly, wanting to offer to go and get it but not having the chance before Sarah stood up and headed over, always being more brave for her friends than she would have been for herself. Amelia admired that, Sarah really would go out of her way for others. She's a big girl, she can handle it. Amelia reminded herself, also keeping her own secret in check. The last thing she needed to do was stand up and let any of her aura leak, she had secrets of her own when it came to her wolf and unless she was forced to she wouldn't put them out there.

Fortunately, aside from some really irritating growling from the unreasonable Alpha, nothing happened. Amelia always found Alphas unreasonable, acting like their needs were a cut above everything else. The people were often fine, but the inner wolves were another story. She shrugged to herself and followed Amelia back to the chair, where she was waiting with the same soft smile and soothing quality that often helped the beta calm down around her. Amelia knew why she had the effect, but even though she really liked the beta she hadn't revealed it.

"Welcome back." She said as the girl sat back down and she moved herself around to the front of the chair. Usually when they were together Amelia would find a way to lean against some part of Sarah, either for a nap or just the comfort it brought, and the routine wasn't about to change. While Amelia's first thought was to get between her legs and lay her head back between those soft, welcoming thighs, the dress made her slightly exciting fantasy die a brutal death by reality. Instead she leaned at a slightly sideways angle and laid her head on the side of only one thigh, which was half the comfort she had been fantasizing about but still fine. Her head laid back and neck turned so she was looking up at Sarah, who was looking down at her and making a small promise to take care of her and drive her own after. Part of her wanted to decline and not make Sarah go through the trouble, but she knew that wouldn't be happening.

"Thanks." She only gave one word but she smile and got even more comfortable on the beta's thigh as she watched those skillful hands roll the blunt. Sarah was an artist when it came to weed, from her breeding of it to the rolling, she was like a goddess of marijuana. Amelia watched with rapt attention and when it was finally finished she looked at Sarah and grinned, "You're as good as ever." She praised, but didn't reach out to take it, leaving her hands by folded across her lap as she gave a soft, lazy, "Light it for me?" Why not, Sarah was basically the only person she would smoke after and she was tired, enough so that the comfort of the girl's thigh was almost enough to put her to sleep. Chances were, the moment she got into Amelia's care later she would be out. She trusted Sarah, and she had a pretty hard time trust most people.
 
Underneath Sarah's half-mask were furrowed browse and an intense look of concentration from her eyes as she rolled the joint. Sometimes her hyperfocus peaked through even when she was high, but at least once the task was done she could go back to normal. With a smile on her face from the compliment, Sarah went to offer the joint to her friend...only to see that Amelia was in no position to accept it. "Lazy." The beta chuckled and shook her head, but she fished out a spare lighter from her bag anyways. Sometimes Amelia would be okay sharing, most of the time now anyways, but there were still nights that her friend's fears made her uncomfortable; so rather than start the joint, she placed the tip between Amelia's lips and then lit the end, waiting for her friend to inhale and get it going before she withdrew the lighter and put it away.

"You know this is a black tie event?" The younger beta teased as she looked over Amelia, guessing that her friend had been in her office, maybe had even napped on her couch in there if the rumpled, casual clothes were any clue. Plus her friend looked tired as she laid against her thigh as usual. Probably working late for days on end... How on earth is she this busy before school even starts? Truth be told, Sarah was a little busy too with her apartment - turning a spare bedroom into a lab capable of monitoring her plants was no easy task. But still, Sarah found time to be a mostly fully functioning wolf.

While her friend smoked, Sarah started to relax back into her seat again. Her beta friend's presence always had that quality to it...which was probably why Sarah hung out with Amelia quite a lot. Her aura wasn't overpowering like an Alpha's and wasn't weak and barely there like some betas...it was just...soothing. Ready to just chill out, she turned her attention back to her other friend, watching Bridget work the other girl over and wondering how the hell anal sex was supposed to work because scientifically it didn't make sense to her.

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Sarah's intrusion into Bridget's space had really aggravated Bridget's wolf. She's our friend...she just wanted her bag... GRRRRAAAAAWRRRR! WHY WAS THERE ANOTHER WOLF NEAR WHAT IS OURS?!?!?!?!?!? Yeah, there was really no rationalizing with her wolf. Later, she'd definitely apologize to Sarah for acting crazy but right now...right now the crazy was going to run the show and turn her into more of a dominant animal than she usually was. Right now she was going to claim the other girl, mark the shit out of her, and if one more dumbass approached them while they were fucking, Bridget was going to fly off this fucking couch and beat any intruder to a bloody fucking pulp.

"Mine...." Bridget growled firmly as she pumped her finger deeply into the stranger's taboo hole. She leaned over the other girl as she did so, sinking teeth into her shoulder. The bite wasn't hard enough to draw blood because that would be too crazy, even for Bridget's current state - drawing blood and causing scars were for mates only! But leaving some bruises as a mark saying 'this is mine', that was fine. This one mark wasn't going to be enough though, Bridget wasn't going to be happy until the other Alpha smelled like her and was filled with her cum to claim her. "And I am going to fuck my depraved little slut infront of -everyone- so they know it too." The Alpha had tilted her head to whisper the promise in the younger girl's ear and nip at the soft lobe. With that promise in mind, she backed up, leaving her toy cold and wanting for a moment as she leaned back to grab the potion Sarah had left her.

With her last girlfriend, Bridget had used the potion so often that none of the side-effects (light headedness, hypersensitivity, erections lasting longer than four hours, pain, etc.) had affected her...but she'd been off it for awhile. Thankfully she was taking a potion that she knew Sarah had laced with an oil from her marijuana plants. As Bridget downed the potion and hiked up the skirt of her dress around her hips, she felt no pain as her sex morphed into a thick, throbbing cock. A slight shiver ran over her as she was exposed to the cool night air and she quickly shifted herself so that she could get between her toy's legs.

"Holy fucking shit you feel sooooo good wrapped around my cock..." Bridget groaned as she slowly eased the tip of her shaft into a hot, pulsing pussy. She heard a few jealous whines from some of the male alphas and betas in the circle, noises that made her relish claiming the younger Alpha's sex for her own all the more.
 
Watching Sarah work was a delight, and Amelia was more focused on her friend rolling the joint and lighting it than she was with anything else. "Am not." She gave a weak, insincere refusal to Sarah's playful accusation, only to let herself nestle in even more to her leaned back, comfortable position. "Your legs are soft." She murmured letting her eyes half close as she managed to get comfortable and relaxed amidst the chaos of the party, as if she was in her own little world and Sarah was the only one with her. She took the offered joint when Sarah placed it in front of her lips and took the first, brilliant inhale. She made a satisfied noise through her pursed lips, closing her eyes completely as the first hit washed over her. Sarah's weed was the best, whether it was the more common strains or the specialty products like what Amelia was inhaling, it was all perfection. She appreciated the obsessive pride Sarah had in her work, because the few times in her life Amelia ever showed similar enthusiasm was with her experiments.

After taking a few needed hits she reached up and took the joint out of her mouth, holding it between her fingers as she rubbed the back of her head lazily across Sarah's soft, elastic thighs. It was so comfortable. "Mmmph, I didn't come here for the event though, I came here for you." She admitted without any embarrassment, not meaning it in any way other than what it was, she didn't care to admit the one person she wanted to see after a long day was her anxious beta friend. Even her long time friends didn't compare, nobody let her unwind like the beta, and it wasn't just the stellar weed. "Besides, I'm pretty sure whatever dress clothes I have are so well hidden and unused that they are unsuitable to be worn in public, so it was this or me coming in nothing but a bow tie." She joked, chuckling slightly at her own words as the image of her showing up in nothing but a black bow tie drifted through her head. It would be kind of funny in a sarcastic way, but she hated attention so that was unlikely to happen.

Amelia didn't keep gabbing with Sarah though, letting her mind empty as she relaxed, taking in the heavy product so kindly provided for her. It really was her favorite strain, even if it was a risky one to smoke in public. Luckily she had Sarah, and she trusted the beta. After another hit she turned her head so it was her cheek resting on Sarah's thigh, a slight temptation ran through her mind at that moment, but was quickly squashed by the prevalent relaxed and lazy aura consuming her. Instead she took in her friends relaxing scent, closed her eyes, and just experienced everything without visuals. The panting and moaning, the whines, the scents, and her weed. She let it all wash over her and only opened her eyes for a brief moment to see Sarah's curious gaze, smiling at her friend and then getting comfortable with her eyes closed once again. If it wasn't for her taking the occasional hit and nuzzling into Sarah's thigh when she felt the need to adjust herself it would look like she was sleeping.

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The brief interruption gave Zoe just enough time to get herself together, and turn back to look at the sexy, dominant Alpha behind her. What should have felt odd, her first time being the submissive, beta figure, didn't feel strange at all. Instead, as Bridget grew more feral and dominant, Zoe found herself with greater submissive urges. She found herself panting in heavier, more elongated breaths, she found herself agreeing with every utterance of mine and every claiming bite or nip, and she found herself shivering in excitement when Bridget said she was actually going to fuck her. Zoe hadn't missed the potion, she knew Bridget's desire to fuck her, to claim her in front of all those people was a realizable goal. However, she couldn't find it in herself to say no, she didn't want to stop it.

"Fuck me..." She practically whispered, looking back at Bridget with wanton desire. There was no way to stop her desires from taking over, Zoe was going to be fucked, she was going to be claimed in front of these people, and she was the beta. Those were facts, not possibilities, and both her and Bridget knew it. Neither one of them had the desire or ability to stop what was happening. Why would they? It all felt so fucking good, and it felt right. A lesser Alpha submitting to a stronger, more dominant Alpha, there was nothing wrong with that. Zoe's wolf continuously reminded her where she belonged, beneath this sexy, powerful creature.

"Fuck..." Zoe whined, not accustomed to being the bottom, and certainly not taking a cock. She was closeted, but she didn't date guys. So, while she had used a potion and been on the other end before, she had never been fucked by one. One girl had convinced her to try a strapon, which had been nice, but there was a huge difference between the lifeless toy and the hot, fleshy, pulsing cock slowly inching its way inside of her. Bridget's cock, the very thought made her whine and moan, slowly devolving into a more submissive, needy creature as the night continued on. She was also becoming more and more aware of the crowd, and instead of shying away was looking out at them, reveling in the stares... It was as if it all made sense and was natural, to be claimed by the top wolf in front of all the lesser wolves. "Don't tease me... Take me!" She gave a slightly louder shout that before, but it still came off as desperate begging and not out of place demanding, the young lesser Alpha inherently knowing her place, and going crazy from the instinctual need to be marked. Whatever motives she had started the night with, they were different now, all she wanted was sex, to be the submissive bitch and get what she needed most. There was none of the indecision or confusion the start of the night had.
 
Sarah's bright green eyes flicked down to her friend when she felt the older girl switch positions. A tender smile graced her lips as she looked at the sleepy wolf resting on her thigh. Amelia had been valiantly making an attempt to stay awake, but now it felt like her friend was more heavily resting against her body. "Sleepy hmm?" The beta murmured as she leaned over, breasts brushing against the top of Amelia's head as she plucked the joint from between her friend's fingers. Amelia had been smoking her product for almost a year, so a few hits shouldn't knock her out...but the older girl had come to the party looking so tired that Sarah thought she'd fall asleep just the same.

Holding onto the lit joint incase Amelia decided she wanted another hit, Sarah turned her attention back to the scene before her. As she watched, her hand came down to distractedly run through Amelia's hair, petting the other beta to keep her soothed and hopefully let her relax enough to catch a quick cat nap.

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"Patience..." Bridget chided, grinning at her poor sub's desperate cries for more. She wanted to savor this, the wonderful feeling of the stranger's hot, wet sex wrapping around her new appendage. Inch by inch she eased the entirety of her cock into her lover's slit, letting out a loud, relieved groan when she was finally buried to the hilt. For a moment she stayed there just like that, her hips pressing snuggly into her toy's muscular rear end....but soon she felt the other girl start fidgeting and whining underneath her and Bridget decided to take pity on the younger girl and start moving.

Strong, calloused hands took up a rough hold on the stranger's hips, keeping the girl still as she drew back, far enough until just the tip of her cock was wrapped in clinging heat...then quickly slammed her hips forward. With a strapon, Bridget would always have to take a few practice strokes in order to make sure she didn't withdraw too much and slip out, but with the real thing between her legs, the older girl could pick up a harsh pace with long thrusts from the get go. The lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh began to ring out in the night air.
 
Amelia wasn't asleep, but even before the weed kicked in fully she was tired. It made staying awake difficult, especially now that she was with Sarah. "Yea..." She murmured, she was always sleepy. Amelia belonged to the subset of people who had a very low average sleep time during the working week but spent enormous amounts of time asleep on weekends and breaks. In fact, one of the reasons she liked the special weed Sarah gave her was because it helped her sleep longer nights and not wake up on habit when she had time off. Otherwise, she could have no classes or experiments to worry about and still wake up at five in the morning, which was miserable. After smoking she just seemed to get so calm and relaxed that she fell asleep longer and woke up more relaxed. Maybe it was a placebo affect, but whatever the reason it helped.

Sleepiness wasn't enough to make Amelia miss the little things though. She didn't give a damn about people having sex, nor did she give a fuck about the party, but the feeling of Sarah's softness atop her head and the caring act of taking the joint didn't escape her. There was a soft smile on her face as she sat there with eyes closed... Soon falling even deeper into relaxation as fingers ran through her hair. She was practically purring as Sarah went on, Amelia's mind drifting and her guard being as low as anyone would ever be capable of getting it. Sarah was special, Amelia didn't have to worry with her. At some point her arms had even wrapped around Sarah's smooth leg, hugging it close. She even ended up truly purring a few times, her scent coming out just a bit stronger than usual as well. Fortunately she wasn't near anyone but Sarah, and before she could let herself get too carried away, Amelia fell asleep.

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A night that had started off shaky had turned in to something insane. It was amazing, it felt so incredibly good and let Zoe rid herself of stress and desires she had held onto for far too long, but it wasn't how she pictured her night going. Sex, expected. Sex with a woman, yes. Sex with a woman in front of others, not expected but really arousing. Then a magic potion, that had been the most unexpected part of the entire night. Zoe had seen it and known what was coming, and not a single part of her could deny wanting it. She needed it. The first, slow push of the cock into her hot, tight sex was enough to have her shivering in delight, letting out a long, deep moan. Zoe rarely had penetration, and nothing but toys before. This was her first cock, magical or otherwise. It felt, amazing. Looking back and seeing Bridget's athletic form looming over her, pressed flesh to flesh against her rear, it was enough to make Zoe melt. She felt more submissive than ever, her whining and fidgeting continuing on as she turned her head back around and slowly started pressing her ass back against Bridget's front, moving it around with obvious need.

The feeling of rough, powerful hands on her hips made the younger Alpha feel a great sense of submission. Bridget was a strong wolf, stronger than her and she knew it, making Zoe want nothing more than to be claimed. The lesser Alpha part of her made the yearning for a stronger wolf control her. She only thought about pleasure and being claimed. The first harsh thrust made Zoe moan out in a euphoric manner. As the sounds of meeting flesh and fevered moans filled the air, Zoe found herself wanting more. She was strong, she wanted it harder, she wanted more pleasure. So, as Bridget continued to thrust powerfully against her, Zoe started pushing back against the rough thrusts, slapping her firm ass into Bridget's hips with every passionate thrust.
 
Bridget was close.

Her mind was focused on one goal: cumming inside of her new lover and claiming her. The older wolf's thrusts were becoming more violent, selfish. Beads of sweat were forming at her brow as she exerted herself in the cool night air. And now her toy was trying to 'help'...but of course Bridget didn't see it that way. Of course her insane Alpha mind saw the 'helping' as her beta bitch trying to make her orgasm before she was ready. She's trying to make us cum...she's trying to force us to fill her... Of course a strong young Alpha couldn't stand for that! Especially not one that had gone off the feral deep end like Bridget had.

"Fuck!" The wolf growled out a moan as she forced herself to pull out. One hand wrapped around her cock to furiously pump while the other held her lover at bay. No way was she going to reward her naughty bitch for trying to take what she wanted rather than beg for it like a good girl. "Greedy slut, trying to make me cum before I'm ready..." Bridget spoke through grit teeth as she gave herself a few more quick strokes before she was there. Liquid heat burst from the tip of her cock, her girl cum spilling onto her bent over slut's rear and pussy. She managed to pull herself together enough to form an idea, even in the haze of her orgasm; and spread the younger girl's ass cheeks with her free hand, emptying the last of her slick cum over her lover's taboo hole.

Unlike a guy, Bridget stayed rock hard after her first orgasm. And while her lover whined and searched for her thick throbbing shaft, the Alpha gave her a nice hard SMACK! to her ass, grinning a bit as she watched the pale flesh blossom red. "You better hold still this time, otherwise I'm not going to fill up your needy little cunt." The older wolf growled before taking pity on the other girl, not making her wait before she rammed into her roughly, filling her tight, clutching sex again and picking up a quick, brutal speed. Once her hips were on autopilot, the older wolf decided it would be a good idea to use two fingers to thrust into the younger girl's ass.

By now a few of the betas who had very large submissive streaks were whining and aching to be fucked so badly that Bridget could start to scent them. Of course none of the scents that reached her nose belonged to Sarah - her friend was weird and not really into sex like a normal wolf. But it was definitely an ego boost and gave her more ammo to use to humiliate her new lover with. "I wonder...how many of these betas can behave...maybe I should be fucking them instead of you...maybe -they- deserve being filled with my mark..."
 
Despite the incredible pleasure and unexpected excitement of being fucked in front of a crowd of people, Zoe hadn't cum. She was close, so very agonizingly close, but she needed a few more powerful thrusts from the dominant Alpha currently claiming her. When the pleasure stopped and she heard Bridget's voice behind her she found her entire body shaking with need. Perhaps she had been eager and greedy, but she had a strong personality! Whining a few times was already difficult even with her wolf driving her and submission filling her head. It wasn't easy for a proud wolf to completely throw her pride away and beg with words! Then it was obvious! Zoe was practically pouting, even more so when she felt the claiming girl cum splashing against her skin. In the moment, despite never thinking she would ever want to be filled, she was massively disappointed. Another very low whine escaped her mouth, the young lesser Alpha looking back at Bridget with a rather pathetic look. It was as if she wanted to be mad but knew that would only lessen her chances at getting what she needed, so it turned into more of a desperate expression, her eyes pleading with the controlling wolf.

She cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure when her ass was smacked, turned her head back around and lifting her ass up higher in another instinctual act of total submission. She couldn't help herself, even nodding slightly as Bridget made it clear she wasn't to move. "Yes..." She uttered, feeling a bit embarrassed by the treatment with so many people watching, but getting over it very quickly when the older wolf's cock was rammed back inside of her. She gave a long, appreciative moan at the brutal fucking, barely able to keep herself still like a good bitch as she once more got a taste of the pleasure being claimed by a powerful, athletic Alpha could bring. It was nothing like being on top, not for Zoe. She had never felt so damn good during sex.

Fingers penetrating her taboo hole made the young wolf practically claw at anything she could reach, taking a tight grip and barely resisting the urge to buck back against both the cock and skillful fingers. For such an inexperienced thing she was an anal slut, playing with her own taboo hole constantly but never having the chance to be played with. Bridget, being her first dominant partner, was showing her things she had only fantasized about. So when the older Alpha threatened to take it all away she let out a desperate, loud "No!" She knew it was demanding and in a moment of panic gave a submissive plea, her need to be taken and filled overruling her pride. "Please... Please don't... Fill me!" She cried out, her face taking on the most embarrassed hue she could ever remember having as the tough, confident, proud image she always gave off came crumbling down completely. It wasn't like it was an act, she really was all of those things, but in the moment there was only one thing she wanted, for the powerful Alpha fucking her to take her over and over and mark her until she was completely claimed.
 
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