Tiffany eyed Alice and Rachel nervously, the three of them still standing in the winners' circle. This little 'friendly contest' seemed a lot less friendly now, especially with what had happened to Vanessa...
The blond sent a wary gaze over to the Asian in question, finding her whimpering in confusion as the sorority's sisters taunted her. It seemed that some lucidity had returned to her just a few minutes after being transformed and bred, and the anthro Shiba Inu was plainly not enjoying her treatment.
“Come on, I know you're a good doggy! Roll over, roll over!” Called Anna, the redheaded vice president of the sorority.
“I'll give you a treat if you speak for me. Speak, girl!” Another one of the sisters called, this one hooded like the majority of her sisters. Apparently only those of status were permitted to bare their faces here.
Vanessa's canine ears drooped to the sides of her head, and the girl shook her muzzle 'no'. “Rrr I'm n-arf! Arf! Not a d-arrf!” She whined loudly, shaking her head out more in distress.
“What's that? You're not a dog?” Asked Belle, the sorority's deceptively sweet public speaker. The young woman casually strolled over to the confused Vanessa, her hands stroking the girl's furred cheeks.
Vanessa's eyelids fluttered, and she subconsciously moved her snort muzzle closer to the woman, whimpering loudly. Her tail wagged behind her, and her eyes looked up to the sister as she whined.
“Nrrrf. Nrrrrr-arf!” Vanessa twitched her ears, her tail positively beating the ground now as Belle scratched under her chin. “I... Hnnn...” She whimpered loudly, the sound just like an animal's. “Making harder to think...”
“Of course it's hard to think, you're just a dumb little dog, aren't you? You love to sit here and wag your tail and pant, because you're our little Nessie?” Belle cooed, her soft approach seeming the most effective to break the poor girl's mind.
“I... Hnnn... Hnnn...” Vanessa whined loudly. “Not dog. Make humannnnnn! Hnn!” Her tongue lolled from her mouth and she began to pant, her long doggy tongue hanging well below her chin.
“No, you are a dog. You're Nessie, our dog. Isn't that right, Nessie?” Belle cooed, stroking the girl's cheeks. “And right now, you just want to roll onto your back and let me give you a big belly rub.”
Tiffany stared on in shock as Vanessa nodded, the last of her resolve beginning to crumble.
“Embarrassinnnn...” Vanessa whined, slurping her tongue back into her mouth to pout up at Belle.
“It's okay. I won't laugh at you. You're my Nessie, after all.” Belle reassured the helpless girl, who nodded again.
“Nessie...” Vanessa whimpered, wriggling her body to roll herself onto her back. Tits in the air, the half-dog girl looked up to Belle with a dumb smile on her face. “Wannnts.”
“Oh, you're such a good dog! Such a good girl, yes you are, yes you are!” Belle grinned, rubbing the girl's belly with both hands.
For a moment, Vanessa's mind seemed to return to her. “Nnn! Nnarf! Arf! Naarrttt dowarrf! Nnnoooarf!” But it was only a moment that passed all too soon, the girl resuming her happy panting and tail-wagging a moment later.
Belle looked up to the pledges with a wink and a grin. “All it takes is a gentle touch. I wonder who'll be the next one to change, giving Nessie a playmate.”
Her gaze lingered on Tiffany, and the blond swallowed at the thought of how close she had been to almost becoming this dumb and panting dog-girl.
“Now, let's not give them too hard of a time yet. They're still human, after all.” Anna laughed.
“For now.” The club's president, Sandra, spoke at last, looking at the three pledges. “Now that you know what lies in store for you, it is time for your next little event.”
“You—you can't do this to us!” Rachel shouted, shaking her head. “Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you'll be in once this is done?”
Sandra smiled arrogantly. “Do you? It sounds like you wish to drop out. Well, if that is the case, your future employers might find a tape of you almost becoming a drooling dog like Nessie.”
Rachel's eyes watered, and she backed down. “I'm going to win. I'm going to win, get out of here, and tell everyone. And if I don't, one of them will!” She pointed to Tiffany and Alice, the two of whom looked back at her in surprise.
Tiffany hadn't thought about it that way. If things really came down to it, would she tell on the sorority? After all, being a sister meant having your place in society well-secured, and after struggling so hard to enter...
One glance at Alice was all it took to realize the girl was thinking of something very similar. “Of course.” Alice said with a purr, grinning at Rachel. No doubt she remembered how eagerly Rachel had shoved her aside in the Dog Maze. “But we need to compete to win, don't we?”
“Well said.” Sandra nodded, turning and walking to another section of the circus tent that housed the pledges' trials. The three hurriedly followed after her, like moths to a flame.
Tiffany's mind raced as she walked along. She had no idea what the sorority would subject her to, but she needed to be ready for it. It looked like they were heading towards another obstacle course, a large and ring-shaped thing with four elevated platforms in the middle.
“This is Stay Dry.” Sandra grinned. “You will need to pardon the name, but Belle thought it was apt.”
As the president spoke, a hooded sister walked up to the pledges, holding a deck of cards.
“You all will be racing across this set of obstacle courses. Rope swings, ladders, monkey bars, sand pits... And of course, a unicycle at the end for good show. You may feel free to take the less direct route of running to the next obstacle, but that might cost you time and humanity alike. After all, while you run this course, you will need to dodge the jets of water fired by sisters armed with Super Soakers. Get hit, and you get changed.”
“Into what?” Tiffany asked, raising her hand.
Sandra's eyes glimmered. “There might just be hope for you yet. You will all draw cards from that deck. These cards will dictate your changes. That said, you are not to look at them. Your changes must be a surprise.”
Tiffany nodded, drawing a card for herself and showing it to the others.
“Ooh, foxy.” Rachel said with a wink.
Tiffany looked at her oddly, frowning. Either the girl was trying to help Tiffany by hinting as to what she'd become, or she was faking how much she anticipated the changes, no doubt planning some escape.
Alice drew her card next, before Tiffany could mull on it any further. The girl held out an image of a cartoon monkey hanging upside down by its tail, and Tiffany scowled.
“What? That's no fair, how come she gets an advantage?”
“Oh?” Alice smirked. “You never know, your card could help you out in this race.” Her smirk turned a little sour. “Even though I'm sure it won't.”
Tiffany scowled. “I can't wait for you to spend the rest of your life making a fool out of yourself.” She imagined Alice as a monkey-girl, complete with a silly grin. The thought was amusing, but she was hardly able to imagine Alice losing the race like that.
“Get ready to be a dumb and drooling slut. I'm going to enjoy seeing you transformed.” Alice purred throatily. “You'll be great friends with Nessie, like something out of a Disney movie.”
Rachel stepped between the two, waving them down. “Girls, girls! Can't we focus on the task at hand?” She pulled out her card, showing them a fat cartoon pig with a dumb look on its face.
Tiffany and Alice blinked at it, then burst into laughter.
“That bad?” Rachel groaned, returning her card to the top of the deck.
“That bad.” Tiffany said with a nod, dropping off her own card and watching Alice follow suit. Well, at least she wouldn't need to worry about any competition there. That meant all she'd need to do was focus on changing Alice.
The three lined up at the start, a smirk on Tiffany's face as she realized what she needed to do. It was almost laughably simple.
A loud bell rang, just as before, and the three girls set off at a dead sprint. Tiffany's eyes narrowed as hooded sisters appeared on the raised platforms, raising their water guns to the pledges.
The first few shots went wide, giving the trio the time they needed to reach the rope swing. Alice darted ahead of the other two, putting on a burst of speed as she reached the rope.
“Sucks to suck!” Alice laughed, grabbing onto the rope and starting to push off.
Tiffany saw an opportunity, grabbing the trailing bottom of the rope to keep it in place. “I couldn't agree more!” She yelled back, grabbing onto the cord and anchoring Alice in place.
“Wait, what?” Alice looked back in confusion. Her surprised look soon turned to anger, an expression that was only increased as a jet of water covered her breasts. Then another shot caught her in the face, and Alice yelped in surprise, letting go of the rope and falling.
“Ouch.” Tiffany chuckled, watching with a smile as Alice's cheeks started to grow a thin layer of fuzz. The brunette's ears rounded out, flaring to a monkey's, and her teeth sharpened lightly to look like small fangs.
“You bitch! Just yoo-oo-oo-ooo!” Alice hooted from below, her hands flying to her mouth as she no doubt realized what she would become. Her hands didn't stay there long, moving instinctively to scratch at her breasts. She looked down and blushed, then glared back up to Tiffany, running to take the long way to the next course.
“Nice one.” Rachel grinned from beside Tiffany, the two girls pushing off and swinging with ease to the monkey bars. Of course, they didn't make it unmolested. One of the hooded sisters judged their arc just right, glancing both of them with a shot.
Tiffany shook the water from her eyes, scowling for a moment only to grin as her vision sharpened. Her nose tingled too, and she pressed her fingers lightly to it to find it was wet and damp like a dog's. Maybe Rachel hadn't lied; she might really be changing into a fox.
The blond looked to Rachel to see how bad she'd gotten it, practically gawking at the sight of her face. The pretty brunette now sported a small set of tusks, her nose flattened out gently on her face like a porcine snout. She snorted softly, then frowned as she realized what she was becoming.
Her frown didn't last long, changing to a look of distress as she was shoved from behind into a stream of water. Her petite form bulged, her clothes stretching tight around her belly as it expanded to a pleasingly plump size.
“Oo-oo-oops.” Alice smirked from behind them, her hands scratching at her underarms. Apparently she'd been hit a few more times taking the long way: fur was poking its way out from under her clothes.
Tiffany scowled, but leapt onto the monkey bars before Alice could sabotage her. She just needed to be quick about this, and—
Alice grabbed onto Tiffany's right arm, keeping her from moving. “Oooh, sorry. You didn't think you could beat out a monke-ee-ee!” She hooted with a grin.
Tiffany looked to the four water-gun armed sisters in distress, seeing two of them aiming at her. The girl grit her teeth, closing her eyes and bracing herself. Then she let go of the monkey bars, falling to the ground. It might cost her some time, but...
“Wha? No! Aaa! Aaa!” Alice hooted in surprise, her own eyes finding the danger a moment too late. Both streams caught her, and the girl hooted and hollered as Tiffany set off at a dead sprint, running past the chubby Rachel as the increasingly piggy girl finally found her feet.
The blonde’s heart hammered, and she grit her teeth as she pushed her body a little harder, running as quickly as she could. Still, she couldn't resist a glance back to the monkey bars, finding Alice now sported a tail beneath her skirt, which she used to great advantage, swinging from it on the monkey bars.
Then again, maybe that change wasn't too much of an advantage... Her tail had freed up a hand, but it looked like that hand was preoccupied at digging beneath the girl's skirt. Alice was fingering herself like a monkey in heat, her bushier eyebrows furrowed as she struggled to get to the end of the race.
The race... Tiffany's eyes widened as she realized that she was being shot at. The girl ducked, water just barely clipping the top of her head. A loud squeal from behind her told the blond that the shot had hit Rachel, and Tiffany resumed sprinting. “Sorry!” She called back, focusing her gaze on the course ahead.
The next challenge was doing a jump down to a lower platform, then a lower one after that. A sand pit rested just beneath it, meaning she'd need to crawl... All of these were perfect for a monkey-girl! Tiffany scowled, making her way to the top of the first platform. She couldn't even see where Alice was; had the girl gotten that far ahead?
A loud hooting from behind her told her otherwise, and Tiffany turned to see Alice just now finishing the monkey bars, her legs covered in thick simian fur and her other hand now dipping into her pussy. The monkey-girl glared as she saw Tiffany was ahead of her, pulling both of her hands from her sex and unintentionally flicking some of her fluids onto the ground.
Tiffany chuckled at the girl's lewd actions, then yelped as a jet of water caught her own groin. She whimpered in slight distress at the sight of her damp panties, then groaned as they started to get damp from the other end too. Of course the water would put her in heat. At least that explained some of Alice's actions...
Her ears flicked back to the task at hand, her gaze following them a moment later. Once this course was done, she'd fingerfuck herself like there was no tomorrow. But now, she absolutely couldn't give into her lust.
Tiffany nimbly darted down the course, making each jump perfectly. She landed in front of the sand pit, beginning a hurried crawl. The girl gave a silent thanks to her changes as she realized that her sense of hearing had increased to the point of being able to detect oncoming shots, and Tiffany found herself occasionally rolling through the sand to dodge getting shot at.
The pit was getting soaked, turning to mud, and the blond said a silent thanks that the water from the Super Soakers lost its potency upon contact with the ground. Otherwise, her buddy form might be faring a good deal less well.
“Eee eee eee aaa!”
A loud hooting from behind prompted Tiffany glance behind her, now relying on her ears to warn her of incoming fire. To her surprise, it looked like Alice was catching up, the girl apparently past caring about staying dry. Her feet had transformed into another pair of hands, and the monkey-girl slapped them on the final platform at the same time Tiffany stomped her feet onto the deck.
“What's the matter? Too transformed for shoes?” Tiffany smirked, walking up to her unicycle.
“Ee-ee-eat meeee!” Alice hooted, her hand-feet easily gripping the pedals. She smirked, looking back to Tiffany with a confident grin that was slightly undermined by her hands itching at her underarms.
Tiffany growled lowly. There was little doubt in her mind that Alice wouldn't be able to beat her in a unicycle race like this. The girl's tail was like a stabilizer, and her feet kept her inhumanly steady.
The solution was simple: make it something other than a unicycle race. Tiffany kicked off from hers, grinning as one of her unicycle's pedals got caught in Alice's wheel.
Alice hooted loudly, her arms windmilling and her face going white as she fell hard to the ground.
“Sucks to suck!” Tiffany laughed, sprinting towards the finish. It was a simple run, and with the monkey-girl tangled up behind her, Tiffany allowed herself the luxury of getting hit with a nice, refreshing spray just as she crossed the finish line.
The front of her shirt was now soaked, and Tiffany moaned as she gently rubbed at her changing breasts, feeling her nipples beneath the damp fabric. “Mnn, so good!” She called tauntingly to the monkey-girl that finished the race a little behind her.
“Oh fuck you-oo-oo!” Alice hooted, her own hands flying to cup her furry tits, aping Tiffany's actions. The girl blushed madly but couldn't keep herself from fondling her pert boobs. “You cheated! I'm going to make you suffer in the next event!” She managed, gasping aloud as she began to pinch her nipples.
“Oh? Monkey see, monkey do.” Tiffany smirked, letting one of her hands drift to her transformed pussy. She chuckled loudly as Alice followed suit, biting her lip as she tried to keep herself from masturbating.
Then the bell rang again, breaking the moment. Tiffany turned to the finish line to offer Rachel her condolences, but the brunette was nowhere in sight. The girl turned in confusion, seeing Anna approaching them.
“Good job outfoxing the competition.” Anna laughed, patting Tiffany on the back.
Both of the pledges groaned at the pun, then Tiffany voiced her concern. “So... What about Rachel?”
“What about her?” Alice muttered darkly, her hands finding her itchy underarms a more pressing concern than her damp sex.
“Oh. Well.” Anna chuckled, waving them to follow. She led them to the side of the course, where they could clearly see the sand pit—or rather, the mud pit.
“Oink! Oink!” Rachel squealed dumbly, a vacant smile on her face as the girl rolled around in the filth. Her clothes were filthy, and were tearing more and more as she continued to wriggle around like—well, like a pig in mud.
“Rachel kind of didn't make it to the end. She should have just avoided this.” Belle's voice came from the right, and the girls turned to see her shaking her head with disappointment.
“Belle's not a fan of the chubby ones. She really wanted to play with a fox or a monkey after this.” Anna smirked, turning her head back to Rachel's piggy form as the hooded sisters surrounded her. “Pity she was so good at following animal instincts. I think that's what did her in.”
“Ree!” Rachel squealed, her designer jeans ripping from her fat body and her roughhousing. A small and curly tail poked from her backside, and she looked up as the sisters approached.
Apparently some of her mind still remained, because she immediately scrambled to her hooved feet, backing away from them warily.
“What's the matter, piggy? Don't you want some slop?” One of the hooded girls called, holding out a pail that was full of what looked like mashed food.
“It's leftovers from an all-you-can-eat buffet.” Another girl called out temptingly. “Plus we even blended it for you.”
Rachel's piggy snout sniffed at the air, and she let out a confused grunt. “Nnh...” She shook her head, flopping her piggy ears.
“What's the matter, Rachel? It's garbage, just the way you like.” The sister holding the pail shook it tantalizingly, and Rachel's nose trembled again as she picked up its scent once more.
While Tiffany hadn't been close with any of the other pledges, at least Rachel didn't seem to be half bad... Tiffany privately hoped that Rachel would shake her head 'no'; would reject the offer and return to her senses.
The hope was a forlorn one, soon dashed as Rachel thumped onto all fours, her hands and hooved feet getting covered in mud as she began to drool.
“That's right, you like slop, don't you?”
“Oink!” Rachel nodded, her hefty breasts swaying beneath her as she approached.
“You want to just get naked and roll around in the mud before you eat, don't you?”
Rachel paused, then rolled onto her back, her fingers working at the tears in her destroyed clothes. She loudly ripped them from her body, squealing with delight, rolling around in the slop.
Her fingers made their way to her pussy's swollen lips, and the girl dug in, grunting and snorting loudly as her fat body wallowed in the mud. It was clear to anyone that whatever aspirations Rachel had had before no longer mattered; that she was now a dumb and horny pig-girl.
“You want us to just pout this food in the mud, so you can eat it off of the ground like an animal?”
“Oink! Rrrroink!” Rachel nodded vigorously, her thick tongue hanging from her mouth as she fingerfucked herself harder.
The sisters laughed aloud, pouring the contents of the pail beside the pig-girl. Rachel rolled around so her ass was in the air and her pillowy tits were mashed into the mud; then she squirmed forward, chomping away at the slop and snorting loudly with delight.
“Good girl! But Rachel's such a smart name for such a dumb, pretty pig! Why don't we call you Missy, instead?”
“Oink!” Rachel agreed, burying her mouth into the mud-laden food.
Tiffany shivered, glaring at Alice. Just one more challenge, and whoever won got to keep their humanity; got to affirm their place in society. She narrowed her eyes at the monkey-girl, growling lowly.
Alice saw the action and bared her teeth in response, her fur bristling with anger. Apparently she was as ready for this as Tiffany was.
“You both have done very well to make it this far.” Sandra called out, forestalling the fight that would have undoubtedly broken out. “Especially you.” She nodded to Tiffany. “There are few who can suppress their animal urges like you just did.”
Tiffany grinned. “Well, I do have the overwhelming urge to hunt chickens. But other than that, I think I'm fine. Unlike the good Lady Alice of Cum-a-lot, over here.” She grinned as Anna beamed.
“Sorry Alice, but I'm starting to root for Tiffany.” Anna winked.
“Well we'll see-ee-ee!” Alice hooted, blushing as she realized she was now picking her own nose. “Um... Can I change baa-aaa-aaa!”
“Absolutely. After all, the last trial is at hand.” Sandra nodded, waving forward a hooded sister who held a pair of chalices on a platter.
Tiffany and Alice drank deep from them, shivering as their humanity returned to them once more. For Tiffany, it was a much shorter journey this time. She was able to look over to Alice and see the odd image of the girl's fur pulling back into her body; her frame straightening itself out again.
“Pity. I liked you as a dumb monkey.”
“Yeah, and I liked you as a bitch. Oh, wait; you still are.” Alice stuck out her tongue.
“Ladies, ladies!” Anna laughed, walking between the two. “Why don't we save that for the last round?”
The two girls glared at one another, eventually nodding. One last round. One final match to end it all. The winner would get everything they wanted; the loser... Well, Tiffany wouldn't lose.
Despite her confidence, Tiffany was unable to keep herself from sending a nervous glance to the squealing pig-girl on the ground.
“Hey Missy, squeal!”
“Reee!” Rachel's eyes were completely blank, and her face was covered in filth.
Tiffany couldn't end up like that, wouldn't end up like that. She sent a glare to Alice. No matter what it took, she'd win.