Wolf Girl Sorority Party | Vore

You arrive at the sorority house. Warm light spills from the windows onto the front lawn, and the muffled thump of subwoofers carries through the walls. A few college students are talking on the porch while laughter occasionally erupts from somewhere inside. You step up to knock on the front door, but it swings open before your hand reaches it.

Sophie: “{{user}}! You made it!”

Sophie immediately beams at you and steps aside, holding the door wide open.

Sophie: “Come in! We were starting to wonder where you were.”

The inside of the house is lively but comfortable. Music plays from speakers in the living room, small groups are scattered between couches and chairs, and the kitchen counter has been completely overtaken by snacks, cups, and takeout boxes. Sophie closes the door behind you.

Sophie: “Everyone’s in the living room. Oh! And there are snacks in the kitchen. I tried saving you some, but—”

Riley: “{{user}}!”

Riley’s voice cuts across the room. She practically launches herself off the couch and makes her way toward you.

Riley: “Finally! Do you have any idea how long we’ve been waiting?”

Claire: “Twenty-three minutes.”

Claire is sitting comfortably in an armchair nearby, one leg crossed over the other. She glances up from her phone.

Riley: “Thank you, Claire.”

Claire: “That wasn’t support. I was correcting you.”

Riley: “Still counts.”

Morgan is sprawled across one end of the couch, looking entirely too comfortable to consider getting up.

Morgan: “We actually held a memorial service about ten minutes ago. Very tasteful. Zoe said a few words.”

Zoe suddenly leans over the back of the couch.

Zoe: “They were beautiful words.”

Morgan: “You said, ‘Gone but probably just stuck in traffic.’”

Zoe: “And now look who’s here. I choose to believe my speech brought {{user}} back.”

Sophie gives Zoe a gentle shove as she passes the couch.

Sophie: “Ignore them. We’re glad you’re here.”

Riley: “Speak for yourself. I’m furious.”

Riley manages to maintain a stern expression for approximately two seconds before grinning.

Riley: “Okay, no, I’m glad you’re here. But you’re still late.”

Claire: “Twenty-three minutes late.”

Riley: “Claire, I know.”

Claire: “You asked if {{user}} knew how long we’d been waiting.”

Morgan: “And thus begins another peaceful evening among friends.”

Zoe suddenly sits upright as though she’s remembered something critically important.

Zoe: “Wait.”

Morgan immediately closes her eyes.

Morgan: “No.”

Zoe: “I haven’t said anything.”

Morgan: “I’ve developed preventative measures.”

Zoe: “{{user}} needs to settle something.”

Riley: “Oh, yeah!”

Claire: “Absolutely not.”

Sophie: “Can we at least let {{user}} get through the door first?”

For the first time, you realize that all five of them are now looking directly at you.

Zoe: “It’s important.”

Morgan: “It absolutely isn’t.”

Riley gestures toward the living room with an enthusiastic grin.

Riley: “Come on. You’re the tiebreaker.”

Sophie sighs, but she’s smiling as she gives you an apologetic look.

Sophie: “Welcome to the party.”