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It had been a great girls' party. Sophie had been worried about fitting in after transferring so late into the year, but she had found the girls of Lake Lupus College to be both tight-knit and welcoming. Which had made being let into the Secret all the more shocking. Sophie had thought of herself as pretty open-minded, and as an monstrobiology student she knew the practice still existed in some parts of the world, but she had never expected her new college to house a breeding cult! And she still couldn't believe she'd given in to temptation and signed up for The Lottery with her friends. It must have shown on her face, because her friends giggled.
Amber was the first friend Sophie had made at the college. She was an elegant, graceful, perfectly-shaped blonde. Though she'd never admit it, Amber made Sophie slightly jealous. She leaned forwards and ran her finger along Sophie's chin.
"Don't tell me you're getting cold feet, Sophie! You said you wanted your first time to be special, there's nothing more special than this~" 
Sophie blushed scarlet, eliciting another round of giggles.
"I know, I'm just nervous. Even if it only takes a month, being pregnant with a werewolf's pups..." She trailed off, her blush deepening. She couldn't lie to herself any more, she liked the idea. She wanted to be held down and bred. Ever since Amber's older sister had told them over drinks in lurid detail about the unforgettable pleasures, Sophie had been unable to forget about it, fantasies of being pinned down by clawed hands and ravaged had accompanied her masturbation every night. She had been raised sheltered, had never even kissed a boy! Didn't she deserve to cut loose just once before getting married? She glanced up at her friends and they giggled again.

The lights began to dim, and the chatter died down. A group of girls wearing tattered old robes over their party dresses brought out a box and placed it on a table. The tallest stepped forwards. In contrast to the serious appearance of the ancient robe, her hair was bright pink and her voice was bright and bubbly.
"Heya girls~! It's the moment you've aaaaall been waiting for! It's time to find out who the lucky girls winning the night of a lifetime are~ If you haven't submitted a group ticket yet, now's your last chance!" She opened the lottery box, and a few girls in groups of three and four came forwards. Most there had already known they wanted it.
"Okayyy, that's everyone! Drum-roll please!" Grinning at each other, the partygoes beat out a drumroll on their thighs whilst the bubbly girl energetically shook the box and pulled out a slip with a flourish. She gently opened it, read it, and looked up, holding a dramatic pause. Sophie could see the hunger in the faces of the other girls, but it didn't shock her as it had months ago. She could it feel it too now, welling up from her lower abdomen. She bit her lip.
"Aaaaand the winners aaare... Amber, Sophie and Ivy!" Sophie's mind went white for a moment. She and her friends walked up to the robed girls through the applauding, jealous crowd. The bubbly girl grasped Sophie's hands in her own and leaned in to whisper. 
"Congratulations, sweetie~ I won the Lottery a few years ago, I can tell you it's even better than you think~" She winked and leaned back. Sophie could feel the envious gazes of the crowd on the back of her neck, but her surging joy banished any concern for them. The bubbly girl and her robed companions lead Sophie and her friends into the room they had come from as the chatter rose back up behind them.
The older girls quickly took off the robes and started fanning themselves. "Those robes are soooooo hot, it's like, unbelievable." The smallest of them whined. "Why are we even still wearing them every time? Like, seriously."
The bubbly girl mock-frowned at her companion. "It's a tra.di.tion, silly. It helps set the mood, dontcha know?" She flopped down into an armchair and smiled at Sophie and her friends. "Didja know girls in this town have been doing this for centuries? Everyone at the ceremony used to wear the robes to hide the shame of the 'losers'. It didn't last too long though, girls just wanna have fun no matter the year~"
The third older girl, whose long black hair reached down to her waist, came over with a map and handed it to Amber. "Meet us at the marked spot tomorrow evening. Bring a change of clothes that's easy to get into, and wear something you don't mind losing." She said brusquely. Sophie tilted her head quizzically in response.
"Easy to get into? Why?"
The black-haired girl's poker face broke with a slight smirk. 
"Because you won't be in any state to dress yourselves afterwards, we'll be the ones dressing you before we take you back to town." She said matter-of-factly.
Sophie blushed again, feeling her heartbeat quicken. The bubbly girl laughed. "Oh sweetie, you're so pure. Ya want to spend the night at my place? I could show you a trick or two~". She licked her lips suggestively.
"T-Thank you, but, um, I don't, that is-" Sophie's flustered stuttering was cut off by Amber putting a gentle finger on her lips.
"She's just teasing you, Sophie. Right?" She looked pointedly at the bubbly girl.
"Teasing? Oh, yah, totally~" She grinned back at Amber, then raised her hands in mock surrender. "I won't press you sweetie, but it's still a shame. Come find me any time, yah?" She rose from the armchair and opened the rear door, letting the cool night breeze in. "Remember, tomorrow, 10pm, don't be late!"
Sophie and her friends stepped out into the night.


The next evening they were assembled at the agreed location, camping bags on their backs and wearing disposable clothes. Sophie her old red athletics club tracksuit, Amber a cheap cheerleader's outfit Sophie supposed she must have bought for a party and Ivy some threadbare nondescript loungewear. They were sat on a log waiting for their seniors to arrive, chatting idly.
"I know it's late to say it Ivy, but I'm surprised you wanted to sign up with us. Weren't things going quite well with that guy from the football team?" Amber said.
Ivy sighed, fiddling with her soft brown hair. "He's sweet and he's cute and he's serious about us, but our sex life is crap. He's so small I barely feel it and his technique sucks. Faking my orgasms to keep him happy has gotten sooo tiresome." She sighed again, then smiled. "But now I get to experience real sex again, and he'll never be able to find out. We stay together, I get rid of all this frustration, everybody wins."
Sophie doubted he would see it that way, but what did she care? She'd never even kissed a human boy and here she was, getting ready to breed with a werewolf. She understood her friend's desires.
Amber patted Ivy's shoulder. She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped at the rumble of an approaching vehicle. A beaten 4x4 rounded the corner of the forest track and pulled up. The girls clambered in the back, and the bubbly girl turned back to chat with them while they drove into the gathering gloom.
"Heya girls~ Hope we didn't keep you waiting too long. I never introduced myself last night, my name's Rose, and our dear driver today is Megan. Say hello, Megan~" The raven-haired girl nodded briefly, her expression never changing. Rose turned back to Sophie and in a stage whisper said "You know, she puts on a good front, but you should've seen her when we were the ones in your place, she w- OW!" Rose was interrupted by a punch to the shoulder, and pouted. "Meanie. Hey, did you girls know how the Secret got started?" The three of them shook their heads. "The story's been passed down for centuries by the priestesses. No human male can ever hear it. Do you swear to keep the wolves' pact a secret?" Rose looked uncharacteristically serious until they all nodded. "Good! There's a unique mystical berry that grows on the shores of Lake Lupus that has a great many useful effects as a reagent. The village was afflicted by plague that struck down the men one after another, and the women in desperation went to the werewolves of the lake to find something, anything. The werewolves and the women agreed to a pact. We would send women to bear litters of their pups every full moon in summer, the height of their rut, and in return they would give to us a harvest of the lakeberries and instructions for their use." Rose smiled deviously. "One use, when crushed, dried and mixed with alcohol, is to put the consumer into a weak suggestive state. That's part of how the pact has been maintained all these years even though the village became a thriving college town."
Sophie paused to consider this, then it clicked. "The drinks with Amber's sister!"
Rose's cute face took on a sadistic cast. "Is that when the idea took root in your mind? We have lots of girls willing to help keep the pact going, our 'specialty drink' ensures it never leaks~" Sophie opened her mouth, half-indignant, but Rose held up a hand. "I know what you want to say, but that's not the case. You do really want this, the drink only helped the thought 'slip inside', without being barred by any silly prejudices or prudishness. In truth, it just makes a person more honest with their desires~"
Sophie sat back. Truthfully, she didn't care if that was true or not. And if it had broken her out of her conditioning to be what someone else wanted, she was actually grateful. She glanced over at her friends, but neither of them seemed moved either. Had they known all along? Surely Amber must have, the drinks were her idea! Sophie felt a sudden outpouring of love for them, for leading her to this freedom.
Rose grinned. "Don't worry. Once you've experienced the pleasure of becoming a wolfbride, you won't have any regrets." She turned back to the road, and they passed the time in silence.

By the time the track had ended, night had fallen and the full moon was starting to rise above the treetops. They left the car, and followed Rose into the woods until the came to a clearing on the lake. Some human-size tents had been set up, though clearly not with the dexterity of human hands. Before the tents were two wicker baskets full to the brim with dimly glowing pearlescent berries. And beside the baskets, three shallow bowls filled with a similarly-shaded thick fluid.

Rose walked up behind Sophie and put a hand on her hip, gently encircling her waist. "Can you guess what that potion is, sweetie~?" Sophie wordlesly shook her head. "As a monstrobiology student, you should like this~ It's a veeeery special drink, just for you three. It does two veeeery special things for you~ First, it gets your womb ready to receive a wolf's seed~ You'll start ovulating soon after consumption, and the usual difficulties in interspecies impregnation? All gone~" Rose moved her hand across Sophie's midriff, circling a finger over her womb. All three girls were listening to her with rapt attention. "And the other thing it does is even more fun. A human girl can't normally keep up with a young werewolf's lust on the full moon, you know? So it boosts your stamina and your sexual appetite tenfold~ You won't be able to walk for two days afterwards, but you'll still be conscious, just, when his balls are finally empty~"

Sophie took a shuddery breath. Rose smirked, clearly enjoying the effect her words were having. "There's one more thing you have to do, okaay? The potion will make you dripping wet~ So after you've finished the laaast drop, you'll need to take off all your clothes. The wind will carry your female scent, and that'll lead the wolves right to you~" With those parting words, she slapped Sophie on the backside, and she and Megan left the clearing. After she was gone, Amber giggled. "Do you like her, Sophie?" She teased. 
Sophie shot her a dirty look, and knelt down on the bare ground, and picked up the shallow bowl in both hands. Beside her, Amber and Ivy did the same. They drank together, eager to swallow it all but careful not to spill a single droplet. It tasted herbal, yet almost musky.
Amber, always the leader, was the first to undress. Leaving her top and thigh socks on, she slipped off her miniskirt and panties, revealing the sensuous curve of her hip and the neatly groomed blonde pubic hair. Sophie could see the moonlight reflecting off Amber's rapidly moistening slit as clearly as she could feel the heat rapidly growing in her own belly. She and Ivy hurriedly stripped off their panties. Sophie gasped lightly at the feeling of the wind on her crotch. They sat in a circle between the tents, waiting.

As the minutes ticked by in silence, the lewd smell of bitches in heat permeated the clearing. Sophie could feel her mind growing foggy from the lust. She looked over the campfire. Amber seemed as serene and graceful as ever but for a pink tinge of her cheeks. Ivy was breathing heavily and her eyes were unfocused. Sophie could see a thin line of drool escape the corner of her mouth.
Suddenly, a distant howl. Their heads snapped to the direction of the sound and their hearts quickened in anticipation. The howl was soon joined by another, and another. The three howls continued to sound, closer and closer. Their arousal built each time they heard the sound until it reached unbearable levels. Ivy was the first to crack. Tearing off the rest of her clothes as quickly as she could, she started desperately plunging her fingers into her pussy and fondling her breast, starving for any kind of stimulation. Sophie and Amber watched her so intently they scarcely noticed their own hands  creeping down to pleasure themselves. Their moans echoed back as howls, deafening loud now. When the shaggy, muscular figures at last burst from the treeline, they saw before them only meat, dripping with juices, begging to be devoured.

Sophie saw Amber try to stand as the first werewolf approached her, but her trembling legs gave out and she pitched forwards. He caught her slim waist in one massive hand and drew her squirming into his lap, her back against his chest. She reached between her legs to stroke his cock with her hands, squeezing it between her thighs, an enraptured look on her face. She bent forwards to kiss the pointed tip as it spurted cloudy pre onto her chest. Even through the haze of her lust Sophie was shocked to see how her friend, always so composed and elegant, debased herself in her eagerness.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Ivy on her knees with her ass up in the air, still plunging her fingers into her pussy as her mate pounced on her, eager to begin breeding his bitch. Sophie tore her eyes away from her friends and looked up. The largest of the three wolves was standing directly above her, his cock fully engorged. She stared up at it, transfixed. She knew of a werewolf's anatomy from her studies, but the real thing was so much *more*. It was vividly red and thicker than her arm, tapering to a point at the tip. it bulged slightly where it met his body. She knew this was the knot, which would swell up to stop the female escaping before his orgasm was finished. She was that female now; the thought sent more wetness trickling down her thighs. Pre drooled from his tip, splashing on her cheek. The powerful male stench of it made her head spin. Sophie had used a toy Amber had gifted her to break her hymen, but she was still a virgin, and she had no idea how to service a male properly. So she did the only thing she knew how to do. She unzipped her jersey to display her ample bust, laid back on the bare ground and spread her legs for him. 

He positioned himself over her, his broad chest blocking out the moon. He pressed down, and his bitch moaned from the feeling of his soft fur and iron muscles on her painfully stiff nipples. He started to grind against her, sliding his cock back and forth over her drenched slit, slowly, almost mockingly. His bitch could feel the burning heat of it, jolts of pleasure when it rubbed against her clit, splatters of his pre mixing with her sweat and juices. But he didn't put it in. She tried to raise her hips, to catch his gliding tip and bury it deep inside herself, but he pressed down more firmly, squeezing his cock between their stomachs; his body holding her helpless against the ground. A frustrated moan escaped her barely parted lips. She could hear the wet slapping and gleeful voices of her friends being bred, could feel his throbbing lust for her pressed hard against the supple flesh of her belly, why wasn't he taking her like them?! Was she not submitting enough, not pleasuring him enough? She opened her mouth to beg him to fuck her, to plant his seed in her womb, anything he wanted, and he forced his tongue inside before she could utter a sound. For a brief moment she stared into his intense gaze before she closed her eyes and gave herself to the kiss. Cradling his muzzle with worshipful hands, she sucked and licked at his writhing, invading, dominating tongue, eagerly drinking his sloppy drool. It was her first kiss, pinned to the forest floor by that powerful, soft-furred body, and it sent electric shivers down her spine. Her body tried to squirm and all she felt was another spurt of pre on her skin as her movement squeezed his cock between them. The wet sensation forced a muffled gasp from her throat. That small, soft noise of pleasure coaxed him on. He broke the kiss, strings of saliva still connecting them. His bitch gasped her air, her chest heaving. She took her hand from his muzzle and scooped the strings of drool into her mouth. She swallowed it, and she could taste him on every breath. Anything he would give her, she would take and beg for more. He gazed down at his bitch, and she pleaded him with her eyes, praying her submissive display would entice him. She felt him pull back his hips with agonising slowness, watched his cock sliding down her stomach, past her navel, over her soaked lewd hairs until it was resting with line with her pussy, the pointed tip just barely parting her opening. She looked up to see him staring back, sharp teeth exposed in a sadistic grin. She knew what he wanted now, and dutifully closed her eyes and opened her mouth. As their tongues touched again, he buried himself in his bitch to the hilt. 

Her back arched and her mind went white, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar, wonderful sensations as he claimed her virgin pussy. The intense pressure in her abdomen being filled with wolfcock, the meaty smack of his heavy balls against her ass, the taste of his tongue and drool, the thick scent of his musk mixing with the stink of sex, and above all the submissive thrill she felt being so helpless beneath a powerful male lusting for her. She played at struggling just to feel him grasp her tighter, revelling in how her soft, pliant body gave way to his strength. She felt it each time his cock gushed more pre inside her, wet splashes of heat painting her deepest areas. Her mate broke their kiss again. No longer muffled, she moaned shamelessly, her voice joining those of the other bitches. To her delight, her mate was feeling it too, panting in her ear, his thrusts growing faster. She clenched her pussy around him, and was rewarded with heavenly bestial grunts of pleasure. Her belly grew hotter every time he bottomed out in her, her breath more ragged with each passing minute. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to release, and wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him desperately. She buried her face in his neck fur, took a deep breath of his musk, and that wonderful heat blossomed. 

She cried out in pleasure, her legs shaking against his sides. Her orgasming pussy squeezed him hard and he let out a guttural, animal groan. His thrusting slowed, and then stopped. She hoped he was cumming too, but in vain. She yelped in surprise and tightened her grip on his fur when he grabbed her thighs, manhandling her as easily as a doll, sharp claws leaving the barest scratches on her pale skin. His cock never leaving her slit, he sat up, placing his bitch in his lap. She collapsed panting against his chest, her athletic body trembling in the sweet, warm afterglow of her orgasm. He fondled her breasts with one massive paw, enjoying the delicate softness of a human girl, so unlike his own species. And the bitch who'd spread herself for him was the finest he'd seen. The alpha among the three of them, he'd chosen her, driven mad with lust by the pure feminine scent of a maiden in heat, but he'd have chosen her anyway. Milky smooth skin, lithe muscles with enough fat on her limbs for them to be pleasantly soft, wide hips and an ample bust, her curves set his breeding instincts aflame. He took a deep breath of her scent, satisfied how thoroughly it was mixed with his own, his territory marked. He licked her neck, tasting her sweat and skin. She sighed happily at his touch and lovingly returned his gaze with dazed, half-lidded eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck for support and clumsily, slowly, she started riding him as best her inexperience and weakened legs would allow. He let her do it for a minute or two, the sight of her shaking her hips for his seed kept him rock solid despite her awkward movements. But he quickly tired; he wanted to plant his seed in her now, nothing else mattered. He grabbed her by the midriff with both hands, fingers completely encircling her waist, and started to stroke his dick with her body, slowly lifting her almost off his length before bringing her back down with a wet smack. The way the slick, sticky pink folds of a human pussy clung on to his knotted cock felt divine. He quickened his pace, pumping inside her mercilessly. He could feel his grip on her body though his cock, and tightened it, squeezing himself with her like a sex toy. She groaned, perhaps in pain, but the only thought in his mind was to put his puppies in her womb, and she was powerless to resist him. Being used like this, like a helpless piece of fuckmeat dangling in his paws, drove her wild. She felt his heartbeat getting faster and his cock starting to twitch inside her. She looked up at him reverently, closed her eyes and opened her mouth. He obliged her, and she kissed her mate with passion as he got into the short strokes. Finally, inevitably, the moment she had been craving so desperately arrived. 

He pulled her against him hard and did not let go. She felt the intense pressure on her inner walls as his knot inflated, locking their bodies together. She felt his cock steadily pulsing inside her, felt the thick, syrupy, hot spurts of wolfcum pumping into her defenceless womb, her body submitting to her wolven master. When he broke their kiss, her expression was nothing but pure joy at receiving his seed. He twisted her body around on his cock so that she could lean back against him. She did, sinking into her mate's embrace contentedly. Sophie knew from her classes that his orgasm would last for several minutes, so she relaxed, looking at her friends for the first time since her mate had entered her. Ivy was groaning face down in the dirt, her mate reclining against a tree, stuck fast inside her. She looked over at Amber just in time to see her mate's knot pop free and a torrent of gooey semen pour out of her gaping hole. Sophie watched with awe and arousal as her dear friend's gaping pussy disgorged creamy wolfcum onto the bare ground in waves as she spasmed in her mate's grip, saw the obscene expression on her face and knew that soon, that would be her. 

She felt herself warming up and caressed her lower abdomen, tracing over the bulge where his knot pushed out her stomach. It pulsed smoothly against her walls with his long ejaculation. She sighed blissfully, feeling each slow, sensual beat spill more gooey warmth inside her, *breeding* her. Her mate started to grope her again, kneading her breasts and feeling along her slickened thighs. She could feel the immense strength in his arms and hands as he played with her body, could feel his claws so gently graze her skin even as his seed continued to pump inside her. She felt like prey, and it made her shiver with delight. Soon, she was panting and squirming in his grasp, but he didn't stop his hands for an instant. She reached between her legs and her whole body jolted when her fingertip brushed her clit. Far away, her conscious mind knew it was his pheromones at work on her, but all the bitch in his paws could think of was the sensation of him toying with her flesh, filling her to the brim, throbbing in her deepest parts. She touched herself, gingerly at first, feeling out the limits of her sensitivity, then faster, matching her mate's groping. The heat rose in her again, spiking every time more of his semen coated her cervix as they indulged in her body together. Her stomach was ever so slightly swollen by the immense load sloshing around in her womb, and the incredible sensation being totally filled drove her even deeper into lust. It built, and built, until a firm paw squeezing her breast sent her over the edge again. She doubled over with the shooting pleasure, even better before as she came on his knot, her spasming pussy squeezing around it so tightly she couldn't even make a sound, only gasp for air as her brain sizzled with pleasure. 

Dimly, through a pink fog, She felt his orgasm slowing, the wonderfully firm pressure of his knot slackening. She gasped in surprise when her mate gripped her firmly by the midriff and stood up, still inside her, her legs dangling in the air. He started to pull back his hips, his slowly deflating knot still big enough that her pussy could barely allow it to escape. She felt ashamed of herself for not doing as he was clearly intending, but she wanted him inside so desperately. She squeezed down on his knot, savouring the fullness of her belly for just a few moments longer. Her mate grew impatient with her, and growled low right into her ear. It triggered some ancient, base submissive instinct and she relaxed her clenched muscles with a whimper, letting him withdraw his cock with an audible *pop*. She let out a low groan as she felt his precious seed flowing out of her womb. She tried to keep it inside by clenching, but her pussy was still gaping wide from his girth. She felt a thick wetness on her bare skin as it flowed down her inner thighs in a torrent, soaking her legs, covering her dangling feet until it dripped from her curling toes. She hung there in his grip, spasming slightly. She was still foggy from her orgasm when he dipped a finger into the stream, and forced it into her mouth without warning. The taste was bitter but the musky, masculine scent invaded her senses and left her nothing more than a breeding bitch in heat. She thoughlessly sucked and licked at it, lost in her submission to him.

When she masturbated alone, she was usually satisfied after cumming just once. But with every breath, she felt his pheromones play on her mind, mixing with the fertility potion pumping through her system, and her pussy ached to be filled again. His bitch made a sound that might have been a lustful plea, yet she was too far gone to form words any more. Still, he was far from done with her. He laid her face-down on the ground, the view of her back stirring his lust again. She tried to rise but he placed one of his hind paws on the back of her head, forcing it down, relishing the power he had over his bitch. His bright red length was already hard as he positioned himself over her, and it twitched when she moaned wantonly at the feeling of his weight pinning her again. she twisted her head to the side, looking up at him adoringly from the corner of her eye. His bitch wiggled her hips, and screamed out her ecstasy when her inhuman mate speared her once more. She saw the other breeding sows similarly pinned under their huge, furry mates, their expressions vacant and joyful, no traces of conscious minds could be seen on those faces. And she felt it in herself as well, the last shreds of rational thought fading into a sea of lust and instinct as he churned up her pussy. As it swallowed her mind, her last thought was a fervent prayer that she would give birth to a large litter for him.