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The rule of Ophelia Hall was no boys allowed, as it was an all girls dormitory.
No boys.
Nothing in the rules said anything about girls, and especially nothing in the rules accounted for what was currently happening in the attic room at the highest point of the hall.
“Sit still, cucciola. ”
“But the floor is cold, Willa! Why couldn’t we have done this on my bed where it’s nice and warm and fluffy!?”
“Because, cara mia, I cannot take accurate notes about your unique biology if you tower over me,” Wednesday replied shortly as she stepped forward, one hand grasping gently at Enid’s face as she pulled back the blonde werewolf’s lips. The moon hung low in the sky, a waxing gibbous that shouldn’t have spurred any transformation in any werewolf… but Enid was always one to excel and find herself far and away from being something so pedestrian as a common lycanthrope. She gently examined the taller girl’s teeth, taking in the shining white fangs protruding from an otherwise human jaw and gumline, dentition seamlessly rearranging itself to fit more teeth and larger teeth into a much smaller space. It almost seemed unreal, to stare down at the wondrous specimen laid bare before Wednesday’s sight, but to feel the sharpness of Enid’s canines, to know the strength in those muscles that laid utterly soft and untensed beneath her deadly gaze…
Enid almost smirked- as well as she could with Wednesday’s fingers in her mouth and being naked in front of her, at least. Still, she did her best to project a smug little grin despite holding her jaws open for her girlfriend, her mate’s, fingers. She felt them probe inside, the studiously inquisitive gaze on the Addams’ face changing into a subtle glare as she felt the implied comeback.
You know I tower over you no matter what, Willa.
“Cease your insolence at once,” Wednesday hissed, pulling her fingers back and shaking the thing smattering of drool from the tips. Droplets of saliva pattered gently against the floorboards for just a brief moment before that same hand pulled a solid, weighty pen from a deep black pocket and began writing notes in a leather bound notebook- both in pitch black, of course. This was Wednesday Addams, of course everything she owned was in black and white. “Just because your height has grown unacceptably so within the span of mere months does not give you the right to taunt me for my lack of growth. Am I clear, Sinclair?”
“Mm, crystal!” Enid grinned, baring her teeth now that Wednesday was no longer in danger of getting her digits cleaved off by razor sharp fangs and canines, her eyes shifting from cerulean to amber in an instant as she forced more of her changes through with but a solitary grunt of effort. It was just their luck that, with Enid bulking up following her first shift during the Blood Moon, she was now able to sit at the exact perfect height for Wednesday to jam her fingers in her mouth while standing upright.
That thought did nothing to pool the throbbing heat gathering between Enid’s legs. Same thing with everything Wednesday had done that night, save for making Enid sit her naked ass down on cold hardwood flooring.
“Good girl,” Wednesday nodded, then simply stared as that single phrase made a pair of fluffy blonde wolf ears pop out of Enid’s skull- completely replacing her human ears, though at an angle somewhere between where wolf or human ears would be. A tail had also formed, and in an instant it had begun wagging insistently- so much so that it thumped against the floor. “Hm. Physiological reactions are approximately in line with those of other werewolves concerning more dog-like behaviors. As there has been a lack of testing, time will tell if those responses are ingrained via natural instinct or are a part of cultural osmosis leading to a psychosomatic response in how canines should act. See: the prevalence of larger than average werewolves and lycans being referred to as Alphas of a pack within the last seventy to eighty years despite the idea of alpha wolves being part of a now long since debunked study.”
Wednesday spoke calmly and with perfect enunciation, recording her words into a handheld tape recorder for later transcribing- unexpected developments would be spoken of aloud, while more in-depth examinations would be written down and sketched in her notebook as necessary.
“Willaaaaaa… c’moooooonnnn… d-don’t just leave me hanging here…” Enid whined, the sound coming from low in her throat as more of a canine sound than anything human- high pitched and deep all the same as she leaned forward and unclenched her thighs to reveal the source of her troubles- a twitching, throbbing, eight inch penis jutting from between her legs. It was red and almost raw looking, tapering to a slim point and protruding from a furred sheathe from which an equally furred scrotum hung below- the only parts of Enid’s body below the neckline that consistently had hair, from how often Enid decided to shave her legs (to look pretty, she said. As if Wednesday didn’t think her beloved wasn’t so beautiful that her radiance outshone the blood red moon she’d first shifted under.
Beauty standards were a ridiculous invention, but Wednesday would be remiss if she didn’t admit that Enid’s legs weren’t magnificent when freshly shaven. And when unshaven. Frankly, Wednesday could wax poetic about how gorgeous her beloved werewolf was for hours on end, describing all manner of things that got her up and running, but… that defeated the purpose of what they were doing now. Which was, in fact, trying to decipher just what made a blood moon werewolf so different from normal werewolves.
Well.
Other than the throbbing penis that had grown in between Enid’s legs.
“Willa… please… can’t the science wait for later? I’m really, really hard right now!” Enid interrupted, gritting her teeth as she squeezed her thighs together again and tried in vain to cover up- her agitation spurred her transformation forth, and despite how the waxing gibbous moon made transforming almost impossible for other werewolves, Enid was still capable of growing more than a little fur. Her body swelled slightly, breathing changing from desperate, embarrassed gasps to something more heady, more rough, more raw. Something that sounded like lupine panting, deep and throaty and coarse with the need to breed.
Perhaps Wednesday shouldn’t have made her girlfriend strip naked and sit on the floor so she could play with her teeth right on the edge of her yearly heat cycle.
Then again, she’d wanted to record the changes that happened as Enid got more aggressive, more instinctive, and more lustful…
Wednesday simply stared, tilting her head ever so slightly as she continued to take in notes about Enid’s form- the way her muscles shone beneath the silver moonlight, the way that her fur grew in sporadically starting from the areas that typically contained the highest concentration of body hair and moving down to the least. It was fascinating to watch happening in the light of a dorm instead of the dark under the moonlight, and Wednesday’s pen glided across the page with a gentle scritch scratch as she continued with her scientific endeavors.
“In a moment, querida,” Wednesday finally answered, listing through the changes so far and breathing deeply for a moment as she reviewed what she’d written down. The first thing she’d noticed earlier had been the change to Enid’s genitalia- what was once a perfectly normal, untrimmed human penis had suddenly changed into something more closely matching canine anatomy. That in and of itself had spurred the sudden interest, and Wednesday had eagerly recorded every last change as it happened over the course of the last hour or so. The scent of heady pheromones in the air, the increasing muscle mass, the spontaneous appearance of new lupine features, the loosening control over her own body… she wanted to know everything that the Nevermore and Nightshades libraries couldn’t or wouldn’t tell her about blood moon werewolves- both in terms of their general physicality, and in terms of their reproductive anatomy.
So far… she’d learned quite a few things about Enid that she quite liked. Including the fact that her penis was only growing larger as her body expanded and ‘wolfed out’, as Enid would say.
“But I’m horny nowwwwwww! A-and I don’t know what’ll happen if I wolf out like this- I don’t wanna hurt you, Willa!” Enid yelped, her voice changing pitch mid-sentence as her back arched slightly and she shot up a few inches all at once.
“I welcome your claws and your fangs as always, mia lupa. You will not hurt me in a way I do not wish for you to,” Wednesday answered immediately, licking her lips ever so slightly as she stepped forward and swished the skirt of her pitch black sundress ever so slightly to reveal that she hadn’t bothered wearing any undergarments- and likely hadn’t ever since she’d changed into the loose, flowing, long sleeved garment with far too short of a skirt for Enid’s sense of propriety. “Rip my clothes to shreds, draw your claws along my skin, bite me fiercely. I welcome your all, and regret none of it.”
“Willa… y-y’know if you say that, I won’t be able to control myself…” Enid trembled gently in place, staring up at Wednesday with wide, teary eyes as she sniffed the air and locked her attention on that tantalizing peek of bareness beneath the loose fabric of Wednesday’s dress. “I might go crazy.”
“Hmm… well, I suppose you have been left wanting for quite some time now,” Wednesday acquiesced with the faintest of quirks to her lips, shutting her notebook and gently setting it aside on her desk with a little huff. She turned, then, and spread her arms ever so slightly as she took a brazen step forward. “Very well then. Do as you will, mon chiot.”
Enid swallowed thickly. “Willa… that’s french…”
“So it is, mon chiot adoré.”
“Willaaaa-!”
For a very, very brief instant, Wednesday wondered if she might have gotten over her head by teasing Enid and allowing her to do as she pleased when she was already on the verge of exploding from her human form and into the feral, savage nature of her inner wolf.
Those worries were very quickly thrown out of the window as a huge, hulking, shaggy mass pinned her to the floor faster than she could blink. Her head almost hit the floorboards as their two bodies fell, the sound of rough, animalistic panting heavy in Wednesday’s ear as hot breath washed over her- bubblegum sweet and dripping with arousal. A single amber eye locked onto Wednesday’s gaze as something hard, hot, and throbbing pressed up between her legs and drove insistently against the thin fabric just barely preventing her from feeling that dripping, slick monstrosity that dangled between Enid’s powerful, muscular thighs.
Even now, half out of her mind and drunk on lust from the moon so near and her heat springing up just a mite early, Enid stopped and waited for Wednesday to respond before doing anything. Even as a werewolf, ten feet tall at full height and bristling with only the barest connection to her humanoid form- top heavy and long armed and yet still possessing some semblance of her usual feminine curve in her waist and the shape of her rear- with a mouthful of fangs and claws that shredded through hardwood like an obsidian scalpel through soft tissue, Enid refused to hurt Wednesday or do anything without consent.
Wednesday’s heart clenched in her chest, a swell of emotion overtaking her as she wrapped two arms around that massive, corded neck bristling with barely restrained sexual energy, pulled herself ever so slightly, and whispered in Enid’s ear.
“Take me now, mia amata.”
It was like a shot going off, the swiftness with which Enid responded. In a mere moment, Wednesday’s sundress found its entire front shredded from neckline to hem, exposing her bare body within a mere second’s worth of work for Enid’s massive, razor-like claws. She gulped unconsciously, feeling the trembling lines of gooseflesh working their way along her frozen body. For once, as verbose as she normally was… she had absolutely no words as she looked down and saw the thing that was pressing up against her belly, pulsating with burning heat and dripping with thick, gooey ropes of arousal. The smell was heady and intense, filling her nose and driving Wednesday’s hormones wild with the primal need to rut, to mate, to be bred.
Well over a foot long, at least the size of Wednesday’s forearm if not longer, and throbbing against her abdomen in time with the beating of Enid’s massive heart.
She shuddered, knowing that she was well out of her depth now- she’d never taken anything so large before, even with the intercourse she’d had with Enid before.
There was only a moment’s pause, though, only enough time to swallow thickly and realize just how wet she was before Enid pulled back with a low, rumbling growl… and thrust into Wednesday’s dripping cunt with reckless abandon.
It should have hurt. It did hurt. It drove the breath out of Wednesday’s lungs and made her see stars as fourteen inches of werewolf cock tried its best to ram its way into her womb in defiance of human anatomy and the tensile strength of her flesh. And yet, despite that, despite the sudden lance of deep agony racing through her insides from the sudden and rough penetration, Wednesday couldn’t help but let out a quiet, if utterly drunken moan once she caught her breath.
Enid was warm. So warm that it felt like a searing heat was filling her up in its entirely, plunging into her deepest depths and chasing away the ice cold chill that she normally felt at all times. She could feel her own pelvic muscles rippling and clenching weakly- Enid wasn’t even moving and yet she could barely breathe. It was the most painful and wondrous way Wednesday could ever imagine being impaled, and she wanted more.
As if hearing her silent request, Enid stood slowly as a single one of her massive paw-like hands came up and grasped Wednesday around the waist- claws as big as the goth girl’s hand pressing gentle divots into the soft, pale flesh underneath their grip. Even with the gentlest pressure that Enid could manage, Wednesday could feel the pinpricks of Enid’s claws drawing blood.
It made her head spin with lust, and it was all she could do to keep even a semblance of her dignity as she leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to Enid’s muzzle- only to receive a sloppy lick in return as a cavernous maw opened wider than her head and almost fully encased her between jaws that could crack concrete like a dropped egg.
Be still her blackened heart, her arousal could only climb so high, and she was already reeling from those massive muscles, the overwhelming weight of Enid’s werewolf form, the fangs, the claws, the violence barely constrained behind those amber eyes, the way that Enid could go from feral murder machine to lovestruck puppy in a mere instant.
It made her insides clench with need, and Enid’s low bassy rumble of pure, carnal intent only made Wednesday fall even more madly in love- especially when the sensation reverberated through her body and made her bones quiver .
“You can… move now…” Wednesday breathed out slowly, relaxing her muscles as best as she could and hoping to whatever deities existed that her constitution as an Addams allowed her to survive the utter ruination about to be visited upon her poor, overstuffed cunt.
She looked down, gulping slightly as she realized just how much of Enid’s massive member was still yet to be thrust into her. “Slowly, mon chiot.”
A low rumble was her only answer, a growl that shook the room with the hollow bass tones reverberating through Enid’s chest. Wednesday took a deep breath, gritting her teeth as Enid began slowly, achingly moving inside of her.
It felt like she was being scraped raw in all of the best ways possible, torturous pleasure eking out a sharp gasp as the throbbing hot rod stirred inside and shoved deeper at first before retreating ever so slightly. Loud growls and snuffles emanated from Enid’s throat as she used Wednesday like a toy , paw wrapped tight around the smaller girl’s waist and clenching with just enough force for Wednesday to gasp at the pressure, and yet light enough to not break the psychic’s spine.
It’d be easy, and the thought of such a thing occurring almost sent Wednesday over the edge right then and there.
Still, though, she had to get used to the feeling of being stuffed absolutely full to the brim with Enid’s massive monster cock, taking shuddering breaths and letting her eyes loll back as she did her best hold in her voice every time the tapered tip kissed the entrance of her cervix.
Should it have been agonizing? Yes. Was it? Oh deliciously so, but the pleasure overwhelmed the pain and sent Wednesday spiraling down a path of no return- delirium filling her mind with every slow, torturous thrust that Enid performed, the heady smell of sex bringing to mind nothing more than visions of being used like this forever and always- always at the ready for the beast she loved, tortured by pleasure and pain both, used to breed whenever the werewolf instincts ripped their way free from the fragile illusion of civility that Enid liked to affect.
As if her beloved lupa wasn’t the most fearsome, wild, powerful werewolf on the planet.
The first few thrusts made Wednesday gasp for breath, blinking stars out of her eyes as she found herself held to her beloved’s searing warmth, Enid holding her with one paw and using her other three limbs to support herself as she worked her hips with a gentleness that belied her strength. The next few made her wish to call out to a deity in order to thank them for the gift of her beloved- a wondrous thing that could not be paid off in a thousand lifetimes for even a fraction of the adoration she felt for her wolf.
And then, as the next several sent her mind spiraling into delirium, Wednesday buried her face into the fur covered expanse of Enid’s broad torso, barely able to reach her beloved’s chest from the sheer size difference, and murmured a few choked out words.
“Ruin me, mon chiot.”
And ruination came to Wednesday Addams in the form of a swift, brutal impalement accompanied by a loud sound that was less of a howl and more of a roar- Enid putting her all into satisfying her beloved as both hands clamped around Wednesday’s torso and brought her in and down. She choked, feeling fourteen inches of cock ram into her with such speed and force that she knew by all means that she would not be walking well in the morning- or at all for the next week, at this rate.
No sooner had the thought crossed her mind did Wednesday find herself being yanked back equally as quickly as she’d been forced to plunge onto the length of Enid’s womanhood. The empty feeling was intense, the suction of a far too thick object roughly scraping its way out of a far too small orifice even moreso, and Wednesday threw her head back in a silent shriek as slick and juices flooded from her nethers.
And just as quickly did Enid pull out did she plunge back in, pistoning roughly and intensely with loud grunts and roars, panting heavily and just barely keeping her claws from fully plunging into Wednesday’s tender, soft flesh despite the scent of blood mingling with the smell of sex. A heady aroma built up, blinding and scalding hot as it filled the air and flooded the room to the point that nothing else could be scented but sweat, sex, blood, and lust. Pheromones and wet slapping noises, the unstoppable thump thump thump of a werewolf mating with her chosen one.
Amidst the chorus of feral animal noises came a reedy, high pitched scream of delight- warbling and wavering, breathy and raspy with the force with which the air was driven from her lungs again and again and again, but audible all the same. The force that Enid used to piston her wolfcock into Wednesday’s trembling, tight, squeezing warmth sent reverberations through the floor and into the structure of the hall itself- no one would sleep that night, least of all Wednesday Addams and the werewolf she intended to wed the moment they were released from the infernal penitentiary of young adult education that called itself Nevermore Academy.
Her eyes rolled back, Enid’s eyes utterly focused on capturing every last detail of Wednesday’s paradoxically pale and flushed face, a corpse-like pallor only offset by the vivid red spreading across the seer’s cheeks and forehead, dipping down the swell of her slim neck and across the visible jut and curve of her collarbones. Her breasts bounced free without her sundress to constrain them- no bra either, just the hypnotic sight of her pale mounds moving rhythmically in time with every one of Enid’s rapid, jackhammer thrusts.
The bulge of Enid’s wolfhood stood stark against Wednesday’s skin as well, pressing up and against the shorter girl’s belly and leaving a visible protrusion as it slammed in and out, the motion of her body sending droplets of blood flying here and there from the pinprick punctures of her claws against that smooth, pale skin.
Enid found herself in an almost uncontrollable state, wanting to squeeze, to pound, to thrust into with as much force as she dared, to sink her teeth into that soft, delicious skin and breathe deeply of Wednesday’s natural scent and mark the seer as hers, forever hers now and always, only hers. She was the only one allowed to touch her, to scent her, to mark her, to breed her.
Her cock throbbed in response to her rising emotions, breaths coming harder and faster as she sped up the pace- surely, Wednesday could handle it, right? Her beloved moon could handle anything, could survive anything- just like the scars on her body showed. Even mortal wounds couldn’t keep an Addams down, why would the loving touch of their intended do any worse?
Wednesday, meanwhile, let out a reedy gasp as Enid’s pace increased- barely cognizant after gods knew how long Enid had been pumping in and out of her like a cheap toy. She felt like a piece of meat, slowly being torn to shreds by the massive wolf holding onto her as if she were no more than a masturbatory aid. She stared blearily up at Enid, unable to recall just when this whole event had started, nor able to recall what had been happening since the werewolf started pounding into her like she wished to tear her organs asunder with nothing more than the battering ram motion of her wolfhood.
She bit her lip, unable to hold back a moan nor her own climax at the thought of such delectable agonies. Enid felt her motions as well, yipping and yelping as she moved even faster as the fluttering clenching of Wednesday’s now thoroughly abused cunt rippled around her utterly indefatigable shaft and brought her closer and closer and closer-
Almost, almost almost-!
There was a simultaneous scream- one human and weak, one lycan and powerful , a howl to the heavens that echoed across the school grounds without stopping, no amount of soundproofing able to hold back the rush of emotions and endorphins that came with Enid’s release, nothing able to stop the sheer joy in her vocalizations as her knot swelled and popped inside of Wednesday, locking them together as what felt like gallons of hot, thick, sticky seed swelled the tiny goth girl’s belly with seemingly no end at all.
And all too soon- it ended.
Enid blinked a sleepy haze out of her eyes, shrinking down ever so slightly as her mind began to clear little by little. The wolf was still in charge, but she was no longer twice Wednesday’s size and itching with the overwhelming desire to ruin her beyond salvation. Instead, she simply shifted Wednesday gently in her arms and padded over to the nest of blankets and pillows and cushions that made up Wednesday’s side of the room now, tamping down the fabrics until she was thoroughly content and happy with the level of comfort.
As Enid settled her bulk down on top of Wednesday, she made sure the seer could breathe comfortably and shifted her knot inside her pussy to make sure she was still firmly locked in place, so that none of her seed could escape until her mate was well and truly, thoroughly pregnant with a litter of pups- ones that were sure to grow up strong and hearty, inheriting all of the best and worst parts of lycan biology and the strange nature of being an Addams. Fantasies dancing in her mind and the delectable haze of her post orgasm endorphins egging her on, Enid gently sank her fangs into Wednesday’s neck- just enough to mark the skin, barely bleeding- and licked the resulting wound. Her mate. Her nest. Her future puppies.
Sleep came quickly, then- one party utterly unable to stay awake in the face of back to back orgasms for seemingly hours on end, and the other simply rejoicing in the wonderful glow of a job well done, holding onto her mate and knowing that she’d absolutely impregnated her beloved with as many puppies as her body could bear.
In the morning, though…
Knock knock knock knock knock
“Hey! Enid! Get your ass up!”
“Mmmnnn… Willa…?” Enid blinked slowly, squinting at the morning sun shining through the window- dimly, due to the blacked out nature of the window on Wednesday’s side of the room. She shifted gently, unpinning Wednesday from her now human bulk and wincing at the amount of mess that had spilled out from between her mate’s legs. “Guh… shit… Oh fuck, Willa-!”
“Enid! Answer me you stupid wolf, you kept everyone up all night!”
“Enid…?” Wednesday blinked awake moments after Enid’s interjection, taking in the worried, almost frantic face of her not-yet wife with an ever so bleary eyed expression. “Ah… querida…”
“I’m so, so sorry- I don’t know what came over me! I- I took advantage of you, I used you- I- I-!”
“I swear, if you don’t get up and answer the door right fucking now I’m breaking it down and Weems will back me up for it!”
A finger pressed against Enid’s lips before the werewolf could catastrophize further, Wednesday slowly pulling herself from beneath Enid so she could approximate a rough sitting position. Her eyes slowly focused, and she trembled slightly from the effort- the activities of the night prior to blame, no doubt. Not that she was complaining.
“Enid,” she began, tilting her head slightly to impress upon her beloved the importance of what she was about to say. “At the risk of sounding like my mother… Last night you were unhinged. You were like some desperate, howling demon… and you frightened me.”
“Willa…?” Enid blinked, furrowing her brow as Wednesday paused… and then grinned.
“Do it again.”
“Willa-!”
CRASH!
“OH NO YOU FUCKING DON’T YOU HORNY DUMBFUCKS-!”
“YOKO!”
“TANAKA! GET OUT!”