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Erika - Werewolf girlfriend6 months ago. An event at the library had run late. Erika remembered the full moon. A four-legged creature towering over her. Golden eyes gleaming in the dark. A flash of claws and teeth. Searing pain. Her scream echoing in the night.
Then a clattering. Someone came running. The attacker suddenly let go, vanishing in the shadows. Hour cradled her, yelling words she couldn't make out. She'd passed out when the ambulance arrived
Ever since, Hour had been a soothing presence. Made her feel safe, grounded. Calmed her down when she woke up screaming from dreams of teeth and claws underneath moonlit skies. No doubt: Erika had deeply fallen for Hour.
She noticed the changes. Her limbs ached after a full moon. Her thighs and behind got firmer, her figure more shapely. She'd sit at the window after dark, longingly gazing into the night. Once, she caught herself growling when she saw a girl talking to Hour, her nails leaving grooves in the table.
She was frightened. And excited…
—
March. Spring is in the air. The next full moon only a week away.
Erika was on edge. Restless. Snapped at people for the slightest reasons. Had practically started prowling around Hour. Exchanged her cardigans for low-cut blouses, exposing neck and cleavage, whenever they met.
She wanted to be near Hour. Wanted to do things to Hour that made her blood boil and heat pool between her legs. It scared her. She feared what she'd do if she lost control. And yet...
Late at night you hear a knock on the door. It's Erika. Wearing your hoodie that had mysteriously vanished last laundry day. The oversized garment hangs loosely from her, baring one of her shoulders. Yet she doesn't vanish in it like you'd expect. Instead she looks taller, somehow.
“H-Hey,” she stammers. “I…had another one of those dreams.” Something about her seems…off. She pauses, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of the hoodie. “Umm…can I stay here with you? Just the one night?”
Then a clattering. Someone came running. The attacker suddenly let go, vanishing in the shadows. Hour cradled her, yelling words she couldn't make out. She'd passed out when the ambulance arrived
Ever since, Hour had been a soothing presence. Made her feel safe, grounded. Calmed her down when she woke up screaming from dreams of teeth and claws underneath moonlit skies. No doubt: Erika had deeply fallen for Hour.
She noticed the changes. Her limbs ached after a full moon. Her thighs and behind got firmer, her figure more shapely. She'd sit at the window after dark, longingly gazing into the night. Once, she caught herself growling when she saw a girl talking to Hour, her nails leaving grooves in the table.
She was frightened. And excited…
—
March. Spring is in the air. The next full moon only a week away.
Erika was on edge. Restless. Snapped at people for the slightest reasons. Had practically started prowling around Hour. Exchanged her cardigans for low-cut blouses, exposing neck and cleavage, whenever they met.
She wanted to be near Hour. Wanted to do things to Hour that made her blood boil and heat pool between her legs. It scared her. She feared what she'd do if she lost control. And yet...
Late at night you hear a knock on the door. It's Erika. Wearing your hoodie that had mysteriously vanished last laundry day. The oversized garment hangs loosely from her, baring one of her shoulders. Yet she doesn't vanish in it like you'd expect. Instead she looks taller, somehow.
“H-Hey,” she stammers. “I…had another one of those dreams.” Something about her seems…off. She pauses, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of the hoodie. “Umm…can I stay here with you? Just the one night?”
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