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Nicole :
Nicole is in heaven. Clever fingers comb through her fur, scratching steadily from nape to shoulder to spine, and she arches almost unconsciously to follow them along their path.
She's so warm and comfortable in her thick fur coat, sprawled bonelessly on her stomach on the old Homestead couch, spilling across Waverly's lap. She groans at one particular spot, closing her eyes and stretching to receive Waverly's scratchy blessings. It just feels so insanely, utterly good.
"Oh, my god," Waverly says, elongating the last word, "Nicole, your tail is wagging so hard right now."
Nicole grumbles and snuggles deeper into Waverly's lap until her face is completely buried. She can still hear and feel her tail whap-whap-whapping against the back of the couch. The muscles around the base of her tail ache with it.
"It feels really good, ok?" Nicole grumbles, ignoring the way her teeth mangle the words, the depth to their rumble. Her vocal folds change just as her mouth does, making her voice a baritone rumble in her chest.
Nicole feels a hand move up the back of her head to her huge, sensitive ears and shivers, her ears moving with the looseness of her scalp as the fingernails begin to dig into the hair and fur behind them.
"You just need a good scritching, yes," Waverly says, her absurd baby voice unassailable in light of the fact that yes, Nicole *does* need a good scritching. Just a little bit higher...
Nicole loses track of time, moving incrementally to direct and follow Waverly's fingers. When they pause, she bumps them to restart the glorious sensations emanating from their tips. She squirms and rolls over and wriggles closer, until she's half on top of her girlfriend.
Waverly leans back, smothered under Nicole's ecstatic weight, laughing and finding new, interesting places to scratch down Nicole's chest and belly. Nicole noses up and boops one of Waverly’s breasts with her nose, which is slightly longer than human normal at the moment, feeling the softness underneath Waverly’s shirt give into the contact.
The scents in the air change, deepening in timbre. Nicole can't exactly describe how the werewolf nose has altered the way she sees the world - the change is so deep, so subconscious, that it's like she had been in a dark room her entire life and then seen the outdoors at noon on a cloudless summer's day. On full moon nights, especially, she's gained an entirely new way of perceiving everything around her.
So, Waverly's arousal is immediately, painfully obvious.
Nicole stops wiggling to think, despite her desire to burrow deeper into that scent, to stick her tongue out to taste and entice more of Waverly's scents to come out and play. They've been talking, of course, about her condition and what it means for them, had agreed that they should take it slow for now, but Waverly had been advocating for them to explore more of their usual behaviors. And now, she was sending very strong signals to Nicole’s nose that some of those behaviors could happen right here, right now.
Nicole takes inventory of her new body parts and finds that it isn't her tail that's most notably active, not anymore. She cracks open her eyes and looks up at Waverly's face from below, seeing the way her attention is focused, and looks down at herself. Yep, yep, she’s definitely tenting the sweats loosely tied at her narrowed, muscular hips.
Waverly's hands grow still on her stomach, down near her belly button, and that doesn't help Nicole's...situation. She feels, more than sees, her cock twitch against the restraining fabric.
Nicole averts her eyes, looking back up at Waverly's face, and sees calm, somewhat amused hazel eyes gazing right back down at her.
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Waverly :
Waverly would like it to be known, for the record (if such records should even be written down, that is, this was private after all) that if her girlfriend hadn't sprouted a cock, she wouldn't miss them very much. Yes, they could be fun, and yes she might occasionally miss some of the sensations and closeness from having sex with one, but the people they tended to be attached to pale in comparison to her Nicole. And Nicole is an accomplished strap operator, so there really isn’t much to miss on that end.
But now that Nicole has somehow, among all the new fur and fangs and bushy, hilariously emotive tail, developed a cock, Waverly finds herself craving that particular cock very, very much. And what a fine cock it is.
Or, well, Waverly thinks it might be a fine cock, if Nicole would ever let her even take a look at it. Even now, she's wearing sweatpants with a hole torn in the rear to let her tail out, still covered up despite the strain at the front of her pants.
Nicole looks up at her from where she sprawls in Waverly's lap. Her eyes are amber with her wolf, filling more of the globe than a human iris, the color shocking even in the dim lamplight against the fine red fur blanketing Nicole’s face.
There seem to be gradations to the Change, depending on some factors that they haven't figured out yet. Maybe it's the strength of the moon's pull, or Nicole's own tenacious argument with her wolf, or even, after that first moon, it could be some influence of Waverly's closeness at moonrise. And she is capable of changing as the night goes on, in reaction to stress or startlement or relaxation, sliding further toward one side or the other.
Regardless of those idiosyncrasies, at this moment Nicole is closer to human than wolf. Her nose hasn't broadened into a proper snout, not this time, the ruddy fur starts gradually and lightly across her face, thickening toward her chin and up across her forehead, where it flows into her hair. Her jaws have only grown to accommodate her new array of sharp teeth, no more.
But her body has changed the most, broadening and thickening in places, gaining a full, rich pelt that has blossomed over every inch of her skin, auburn dark at her spine and lightening to creamy copper across her neck, chest and stomach. So, too, has her tail emerged with disconcerting enthusiasm, her hands and feet have sprouted claws, her ears have lengthened and gaining a fur covering complete with small tufts of fur at their tips, and, well. There is one more obvious change.
Nicole squirms, probably preparing to turn over and hide her arousal, but Waverly wants to sit with this new, familiar sexual tension, if Nicole will just, please, let them process it. She puts a hand on Nicole's shoulder.
"Hey, it's ok. You don’t have to hide. I like that you like me." Waverly tries to fill her voice with soothing tones as she smooths Nicole’s hair back from her forehead.
Nicole's ears twitch back and then forward again, a canine expression that Waverly interprets as uncertainty.
"Okay," Nicole rasps. Her fangs are bright white and huge in her mouth, and she speaks more carefully than normal.
Waverly hums and strokes her fingertip from the tip of Nicole's nose to her forehead, going with the grain as her other hand picks up its gentle belly scratching. Unlike a dog's pelt, Nicole's fur doesn't fade back to skin at her stomach, and the thick fur is so soft and deep that Waverly's fingers aren't even visible when she flattens them to the skin and pushes through. All she can see are the tracks where they're going, like tiny moles heaping up their tunnels through soft, silky soil.
As she moves her attention between her hands, Waverly hums and purposefully releases the tension in her muscles, relaxing against the back of the couch. She'd been imagining things, sexy things, and while acting on those things was all well and good when Nicole was more human, on the full moon it was best to let Nicole decide what they would do.
It had taken months to get to this point of mutual contact, months of work and slow accommodation. Despite the demonstrable control Nicole had gained after that first, awful night's change, Nicole didn't always trust her wolf side with Waverly, and even being in the same space without Nicole leaving for fear of what she might do had taken two extra changes after the first.
Wynonna had agreed vehemently with Nicole’s concerns about possibly hurting Waverly. Waverly had had to fight them both on the issue of locking Nicole up for full moon nights, putting her foot down and showing them both that she had absolutely nothing to fear from Nicole, not so long as the wolf obeys her commands. There’s something about Nicole’s wolfy side that listens to Waverly, that obeys instinctively in a way that the human does not. It’s a little weird, but both Nicole and Wynonna have seen it and agree that it’s enough to keep Waverly safe.
But now? Wynonna, for one, feels comfortable leaving them alone. She’d arrived home with a "S'up, bitches!" and cackled to herself as she went to her bedroom with a full bottle of whiskey, seemingly not alarmed at all by the werewolf sharing a couch with her little sister while they watched Supernatural and heckled the special effects.
No, things are much easier now. They're together, alone, Nicole lost her tank top somewhere along the way, and Nicole is letting Waverly's hands stay on her body even though they've both noticed the strain against the front of her sweats. This is progress.
Waverly commits herself to not bring up Nicole's erection unless Nicole does it first, but that doesn't keep her from being interested . The thought, sudden and intrusive, of what Nicole might taste like, how she might feel inside Waverly's mouth, throbbing and hot, shivers through her without permission. Fuck.
Nicole's eyes dilate, the change dramatic even in the dimness of the living room as her eyes fill with deep black, gold irises floating above the void. She takes a slow inhale and her eyelids flicker. When they open again, there's stark knowledge filling them, knowledge of exactly how wet Waverly is right now.
Waverly shrugs, shaking off the urge to reply to that look. Yeah, it's weird, but she wants what she wants. And Nicole still hasn't brought it up, so Waverly's not going to say a thing about it.
"I want to eat you out," Nicole says, then her eyes widen. She looks shocked at herself, perhaps about to claw back her words, but the thought of all this power and potential violence between her legs, controlled by Nicole’s cherished, trusted mind and heart, has already taken Waverly past the point of interest all the way to the border of painfully aroused.
"Fuck, yes please," Waverly breathes, and then Nicole is sliding to the floor, muscles bunching and flowing under her fur.
"Wait, here?" Waverly asks, glancing toward Wynonna's bedroom.
Nicole hesitates, also looking toward Wynonna's room, then nods definitively. "Yeah," she growls, "Right here."
That sound – was Nicole's voice even lower than normal for her wolf form? – makes the decision for them. Waverly needs Nicole, now. Waverly hastens to pull off her shirt, peeling it over her head. Clawed hands hook into the waistband of her yoga pants and pull, almost yanking her off the couch with the sudden eager tug. Waverly grabs onto the arm of the couch and laughs as her eager, fuzzy girlfriend strips her of pants and panties with one long yank of her arms.
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Nicole:
Nicole has been drooling since the moment she smelled Waverly’s spike in arousal, and she swallows eagerly around her unwieldy tongue and teeth as she settles to her knees in front of the couch, her girlfriend spread open before her. At the touch of her tongue against her fangs, she stops.
“Um, are you sure?” she asks, pulling her lip back with one thickened, clawed finger to show her fangs. “I’m kinda… sharp. And not really human at the moment.” Her lisp is not as bad as it is when her face is more wolfy, but it’s still tough to talk.
Nicole doesn’t think she’ll choose to bite Waverly, not at this point – her wolfy side wants to eat her in the best way, not the worst – but the risk is there to accidentally cut her. Having once clipped a nick into her labia during an ill-fated self-grooming attempt in college, Nicole is not about to take that risk lightly.
Waverly hooks her ankles around Nicole’s waist, spreading herself open in the best, worst way as she pulls Nicole closer. “I’m very sure. It’s you I love, not the face you’re wearing at any particular time.”
Nicole allows herself to be dragged closer. “But I’m this,” she gestures to herself, including the throbbing tent in her pants, “you signed on for me, human Nicole, and all this can’t be sexy for you.”
Waverly stops tugging and puts her hands on either side of Nicole’s face, sliding them into the fur. “Is this where you cry, ‘I’m a monster!!!’ to the sky?”
Nicole pouts. She hadn’t seriously considered using that phrasing, but now that Waverly has called her out for it, she sees her point.
Waverly chuckles and smooths Nicole’s fur, pushing her hair back from her face, grazing her ears. “Nicole, if you want to stop, we can stop at any time. I can tell you for hours how turned on I am, how much I love you, but I think,” she spreads her legs wider, revealing the evidence of everything she’s been thinking about for the past hour, “you’ll be able to tell how sexy I think you are right now without words.”
Nicole’s inhale carries the sharp, sweet scent of Waverly into her mouth and nostrils, unfiltered by cloth or the illusion of propriety. She can see Waverly’s wetness glistening in the faint light, the way her hair is matted down around her cunt, and wants it in her mouth . Waverly is absolutely correct, the sight of her pussy wet, open, and dripping for Nicole, even when Nicole's coated in fur and capable of drawing blood with her mouth, is really quite convincing.
Nicole carefully avoids looking at the spot on Waverly’s shoulder where the scars still turn pink when Waverly works out – it would ruin the moment entirely to apologize, again, for what she’d done on that nightmare of a night.
Nicole has to swallow her saliva before she can speak, “Ok, but you have to tell me if you change your mind, ok? I love you, and I don’t want to fuck this up.”
Waverly tugs her closer, scooting to the end of the couch and tilting her hips up. “Absolutely, Nicole, I love you too and promise to tell you, now please stop waffling and lick me.”
With a growl, Nicole obeys. Carefully, she spreads Waverly’s lips with her thumbs, keeping the sharp nails away from her skin as she watches the pink, glistening flesh cling to itself then blossom open for her like a flower as she exerts more pressure. Her tongue darts out without conscious thought, scooping thick fluid into her mouth, and she groans at the taste.
Waverly jumps under her, her hands settling to the back of Nicole’s neck, holding herself upright. Nicole doesn’t mind, she’s a lot stronger on these nights, and for once the prospect seems enticing rather than alarming. Nicole scoots lower, bending forward, and licks through Waverly again, from opening to clit, letting it circle around the hard, little nub before she pulls her tongue back into her mouth for a taste.
"Fuck, Nicole, your tongue is..." Waverly breathes.
Nicole's flicks her eyes up to watch Waverly's face as she licks through her again by feel, watching the little wrinkles appear between Waverly's eyebrows as she stares down in pleasured anticipation. Then she has an idea.
Nicole buries her cheeks between Waverly's pussy lips, extending her tongue as long as it can possibly reach as she uses it to probe and reach deep inside Waverly's cunt. It's hot, wet, slick, and tastes-smells amazing. Her augmented senses are incredible, letting her taste minute changes in Waverly's arousal while her ears catch the changes in her breathing and the pounding of her heart. She can even feel Waverly's pulse against the side of her tongue from inside her cunt.
She can still watch Waverly's face as she does it, can still see the utter shock cross her face as she plays with the stretch and pressure. Her tongue is so strong and flexible, the new length so useful. She’s never been able to do this before, bury her tongue deep enough to feel Waverly’s cunt wrapped around it like a tight, hot glove, pulsing and squeezing. She lets herself imagine, just for a second, what it might feel like around the new, untouched cock pulsing in her pants and groans, pushing ever deeper at the ache throbbing through her.
Waverly hisses and Nicole rears back, looking for the source of her discomfort. One of Nicole's claws is digging into her thigh, making a deep divot that hasn't broken skin yet. She relaxes her hand and laps the spot apologetically.
Maybe this isn't such a good idea – despite the submissive position Nicole is in, she could easily still lose control and hurt Waverly. Nicole opens her mouth, ready to ask if she should stop, despite her urgent desire to continue.
Waverly looks wrecked, flushed and panting, her lips wet with her own tongue and plump as if she’s been biting them. She tugs at Nicole’s fur, the pull burning pleasurably into Nicole’s skin. "Fuck, I like it, please don't stop."
Waverly's words strike through Nicole to the core, filling her with drive and passion and confidence that were wavering just a moment before. She goes back to her feast, lapping, sliding deep, coating her face with Waverly, letting her brain melt into a happy, warm mush dedicated to bringing Waverly as much pleasure as possible.
At some point, Waverly leans against the back of the couch, her hands falling from Nicole's head as she does, one moving up to tease her own nipple. Nicole growls and digs in that much deeper, snuffling and snarling as she follows the rolling, undulating movements of Waverly's hips with her mouth. She pushes Waverly's legs further apart, barely remembering to curb her strength and not grip them, keeping her claws in check.
During a series of particularly powerful grinding rolls across her face, Nicole hears Waverly's familiar refrain, “Yeah, ok, yeah?” Nicole intensifies her efforts, lashing Waverly’s clit with her tongue, contemplating inserting a finger and then swiftly discarding the idea as she remembers her claws. Instead, she deepens her thrusts with her tongue, sliding up to play with Waverly’s clit at every third desperate buck of Waverly’s hips. She squeezes it between her relatively-blunt front teeth and tongues it, feeling the texture of its little hood and the smooth nub of its head rolling under her tongue, then ducks down to taste the sweetness of Waverly’s cunt with the entire length of her prehensile tongue.
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Waverly :
Waverly almost can’t believe this is happening, that the press of Nicole’s fangs against her cunt, the unleashed power of her tongue, all of it is driving her steadily higher, clenching deep in her belly like a fist curling to strike. Waverly fights to keep her eyes open, to focus on Nicole’s wild, riveted gaze on her, and feels herself edging closer and closer to her goal.
Nicole’s brow furrows and Waverly feels a sharp slide as Nicole just barely grazes her with sharp teeth, and oh god .
With a grateful sound, Waverly tips over the edge, clamping her thighs shut around the furry face of the love of her life, and lets her orgasm ripple through her, clenching and burning and spiking into an electric peak that tingles to the tips of her fingertips.
Nicole’s tongue rasps through her again, again, again, and it’s lovely and perfect, stoking the warm buzz between Waverly’s thighs, until it’s suddenly too much and Waverly has to clumsily try to edge her away with a thigh.
“Hmmm,” Nicole rumbles, her tongue cleaning the darkened, damp fur of her her face with obvious relish as she brings hazy, dilated eyes back to meet Waverly’s gaze. They shine briefly in the dim light, the tapetum lucidum reflecting a bright orangish flicker. Waverly had dragged her tongue over the latin when telling Nicole why her night vision was so much better now, enjoying the opportunity to flex her language skills.
Then, her respite ends. Waverly shivers as Nicole ducks back in, her hot, wet tongue cleaning the crevices and folds with gentle, persistent movements. Waverly jumps when it hits her clit again, the oversensitivity making her legs twitch.
Nicole growls and then her broad, clawed hands are under Waverly’s ass, pulling and lifting Waverly’s cunt up to her mouth. Muscle bulges along her shoulders and arms, softened by shaggy fur, and she pulls until Waverly’s head drops to the cushions and she clings futilely to them, preparing to weather this new storm.
Then, without warning, Nicole takes Waverly’s entire mound inside her mouth and gently, firmly, bites. Her tongue explores every centimeter of Waverly’s cunt from between her fangs, hot and wet, but the press of sharp teeth between her thighs and the sharp pricks of Nicole’s claws on her back make Waverly freeze in aroused, helpless paralysis. Her legs are bent, her hips tilted up so far as to make herself an offering for this strange demi-human to feast upon. It’s excruciatingly hot, and Waverly doesn’t even dare wiggle – all she can do is take the pleasure Nicole provides.
The growl repeats, louder this time, rumbling into her cunt in a hot wash of breath as that tongue flickers over Waverly’s sensitive, swollen clit. Waverly can’t stop herself from whimpering in response, overwhelmed and transfixed and rising swiftly toward another, stronger peak than before. Nicole’s jaws relax and flex, chewing lightly at her hold on Waverly’s vulva, her teeth sliding in the copious wetness and still, somehow, not breaking skin.
Waverly’s hands find Nicole’s hair again, latch on, using her grip to ground herself and push into the glorious, dangerous mouth of her girlfriend. Somehow, she meets Nicole’s eyes, and shivers at the hunger she sees in that deep amber gaze. She’s not afraid, of course – not of Nicole, and not of Nicole’s wolf. This is being done for her, for her pleasure, and the extreme demonstration of strength only serves to stoke her inner fire to the melting point, to push her past that first orgasm’s refractory period and into the race for the next peak.
Waverly feels it coming, whines with the anticipation, and lets her orgasm bloom without once trying to speed its approach, allowing Nicole’s lazy strokes to dictate the speed at which her cunt tightens down in its crescendo toward climax.
Her eyelids flutter as soon as it takes her, her vision flickering with every bat of her lashes as everything under Nicole’s tongue, inside her carnivorous mouth, erupts in a clenching, sharp, beautiful peak. Waverly tries to hold still and succeeds, mostly, throwing her head back on the pillows and bringing one clenched fist up to her mouth to control the shout that wants to leap from her throat.
Then she’s unwinding, sliding limply into Nicole’s fuzzy arms, shuddering with little pulsing aftershocks. Waverly only remembers to murmur, “Grab my phone?” after she’s already been hoisted against Nicole’s chest.
“Itsh in my pocket,” Nicole lisps through her teeth as she levers herself to her feet.
Waverly hums and curls closer, smelling herself smeared across Nicole’s face and neck. It smells like home.
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Nicole :
All of Nicole’s senses are enhanced on full moon nights, so bright and sharp at the first change of the night and then settling into a steady, dull roar as the evening progresses. But here, in the depth of the night, out in the wilderness around the homestead, there are a few bright points that stick out.
Nicole can hear Waverly’s slowing heartbeat, smells the thin coating of Waverly all over herself, sees the room in bright clarity even after she flicks the light switch. She has Waverly cradled in her arms, their clothes slung over one shoulder, and their phones click together in her pocket as she lumbers carefully toward the stairs on her awkward, clawed hindpaws. Her balance is good, smaller surface area notwithstanding, but her pawpads feel odd on the cool floor and her claws click with each step.
Wynonna’s breathing is soft, deep and regular as they pass her door. Nicole had heard her move once or twice in her room during the tryst with Waverly, no doubt aware of what was happening and choosing to ignore it. On a normal night, Nicole wouldn’t risk getting interrupted by Wynonna – it had happened far, far too often in the past for her not to half-expect Wynonna to burst in whenever, and wherever, they decided to have sex.
But it had been… reassuring, she guesses, a comfort, this first time they did something on a full moon night, to know that if Nicole lost control that Wynonna was there with Peacemaker to make sure Waverly wouldn’t be hurt in a measurable way. Maybe unnecessary, but reassuring nonetheless. Wynonna might give them shit for it later, but she’d understand.
Waverly breathes softly in the fur of Nicole’s shoulder, her breath moist where it penetrates the fur to linger against Nicole’s skin. She’s solid with hard-won muscle and sinew, but even when Nicole’s in her human form, Nicole can carry her around for a while. It’s just, when she’s wolfy, Nicole could lift her girlfriend with one arm, do bicep curls with her hanging from one fist, could hold her up against a wall for–
Nicole almost grunts with the reaction in her core, the pressure pounding through her cock jumping in visceral reaction to the imagery. She’s never ached quite this much before during a full moon night. Oh, she’d definitely had erections that tried her patience, but eating Waverly out has driven her into almost painful territory. That activity always did it for her, always made her soaked and swollen to the point of excited anticipation – but always before she’d had her own familiar parts to indulge, the parts she’d been born with, the parts she felt comfortable putting into Waverly’s mouth, not this extra, impudent thing.
Nicole tries to push those thoughts out of her head as she shoulders through Waverly’s bedroom door. Waverly’s happiness and satisfaction are obvious in the way she’d come against Nicole’s face, flooding her mouth until Nicole had licked up every last drop, the way she was limply, happily cuddled into Nicole’s chest. These are tangible things, calming some of Nicole’s fears, but there are still some that can’t really be addressed.
Nicole makes up her mind – she’s going to go deal with her tension, however she needs to, then come back and cuddle Waverly until the moon goes down. It’s what Waverly deserves and it’s what Nicole wants, under the extra-human drive that’s currently throbbing against her stomach.
At least, that’s what Nicole tells herself.