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“What I admire about you is your fearlessness.”
“What I admire about you is your quiet strength.”
Bits and pieces of one of her last conversations with Enid kept replaying in Wednesday’s mind, driving her to the brink of a new kind of madness.
A madness which seemed to intensify the closer Uncle Fester and she got to finding the missing alpha, such that the young witch started to have new visions.
Visions in which Enid and she were both werewolves: one white-gray with blue eyes and another black-gray with yellow eyes, just like in Jericho.
And, visions in which they were fully wolfed-out mates who couldn’t stop fucking under a blood moon until both of them fell into a grave big enough for both of them to rot in.
In other words, Wednesday was learning a new sort of way her gift could torture her, and she wasn’t sure how to feel about it.
“Tongue caught in a bear trap?”
Shaking her head to get out of it, Wednesday caught the last words Uncle Fester said to her. Then, turned to him and deadpanned with confused disdain, “What?”
Smiling in his usual neurotic way, the lightning-flinger and gunslinger couldn’t help but reply with a deranged sort of optimism, “I asked if you wanted to make a pit stop at the next exit so we could try out the new torture chamber there, and crickets!”
Understanding her uncle was trying to cheer her up and take her mind off of Enid for a bit, but feeling crotchety over her current predicament, the black and white afficionado couldn’t help but shake her head no and curl up in the side car until her knees touched her chin. Signs which told Fester he needed to pull over and have a more serious sidebar with his niece, such that he suddenly screeched their motorcycle to a halt, caused a pileup of cars behind them, and nonchalantly hobbled them to the side of the road to chat.
“Wednesday, I may not have a bucket, fork, or knife ready, but I know you need to spill your guts to somebody. Like a psychiatrist! Or a mortician like Grandmama! Or a body farmer!”
Rolling her eyes at his darkly enthusiastic antics while unfolding her legs, Wednesday grumpily clapped back, “Let’s just find Enid so I don’t have to spill anyone’s guts. Deal?”
Stubborn in his own way, Fester kept looking at her with his unhinged smile and waiting for it to break her like it usually did. A tactic which worked once the both of them could hear police sirens in the distance, and Wednesday decided there were much more worthwhile things than getting another mugshot taken by some local morons.
“I’ve been having visions of Enid which are probably meaningless and the result of Rosaline Rottwood forcing us to switch bodies, powers, and destinies.”
Feeling intrigued and the slightest bit smug about getting his niece to crack so fast, Fester wiggled his fingers together and excitedly replied, “Go on!”
Feeling more uncomfortable discussing what she’d seen than she’d felt since birth, Wednesday broke eye contact, started playing with one braid, and elaborated with a touch of sarcasm.
“I can’t stop thinking of her being all over me like Mother is with Father. The only difference is, we actually drop dead as a result. Tragic, I know.”
Satisfied with that answer, and starting to rev up the motorcycle again because the cops were getting close, Uncle Fester couldn’t help but crack a smile and clap back as they zoomed away.
“You know, kid, I never would have pegged you for someone who’d suffer from lesbian bed death. But, pussy murder, people murder, same charges when you’re tried as an adult. Right?!”
Words Wednesday couldn’t help but roll her eyes at once more. And yet, words she couldn’t find a sassy comeback for. All because she started to wonder if, deep down inside, she still did have a heart and it had “Enid” written on it with black, twisted veins.
After all, she needed some kind of logical explanation for why she was so wet.
—
Meanwhile, the closer Wednesday got to the border between New York and Canada, the more Enid started having the same visions of them fucking each other’s brains out as werewolves.
Visions of her ice blue dick engorging and turning a bright, shiny, pink-red hue as it pounded the author’s bewitched cunt. All until heat blood, slick, come, and mating pheromones poured out of the omega’s ravaged folds as one multicolored wave.
Visions of her mounting a presenting Wednesday from behind underneath a blood moon and howling with the brunette when they came together.
And, visions of them returning to Nevermore in their human form. Well, mostly in their human form; Enid’s alpha had a feeling their dick would come in handy sometimes. Pun intended.
At first, the social media afficionado tried her best to fight the urge to think of Wednesday and what all they could do together when masturbating inside various logs she found in the forest. But, try as she might, her primal instincts overrode her desire to ever make eye contact with her friend in the future. She broke so many trees open that the locals started to think the ghost of a recently dead lumberjack had invaded the forest and stayed away accordingly.
Behavior which led Enid to realize something very important: she’d been pursuing unavailable guys like Ajax and Bruno because, at the end of the day, she’d subconsciously been closed off to them, too, and trying to avoid her real feelings.
In other words, Enid started to realize Professor Capri had been wrong; she wasn’t destined to be alone as an alpha. She was destined to be with Wednesday. As mates.
—
Right before the Addams duo pulled into another roach motel for the night, both of them looked up and realized something. The blood moon hadn’t just come early; it was the reddest they’d ever seen it in all their years.
In other words, it was a legendary Wolf Moon. The kind of moon which only showed up once every century.
“Oh, shit!”
Because she’d never heard her uncle say that with that much fear in his voice, Wednesday whipped her head toward him and panickedly asked, “What? What is it?!”
Gulping hard as he brought the bike to a standstill, Fester took off his helmet, turned to her, and shared a tale from his youth.
“When your father and I were growing up, Madre always told us to stay inside during a Wolf Moon if we ever saw one. It makes all omegas chase after the nearest alphas and fight each other to see whose bloodline will die or carry on. She said even our kind wasn’t meant to handle such a bloody sight; it’s best to wait until morning to go gather up the meat. More flavorful!”
Just as he finished telling that harrowing tale, Wednesday started to feel herself transform into one of said omegas.
She heard the helmet on her head crack as her furry ears came through the holes where the strap held it in place.
She looked at her palms and saw them change from small and pale-skinned to being covered with black fur and huge, matching paw pads.
And, as similar changes were happening to the rest of her, she felt herself grow taller, such that all her clothes ripped to shreds and she stood on long, strong, sharply-angled back legs.
“AWOOOOOOOOOOOOO-OOOOOOO!”
Suddenly, Fester was standing beneath a niece who was twice as tall as him, wringing claw-covered front feet in the midnight air, and howling at the very moon he’d warned her about. Changes which initially took him aback, but eventually made him cackle like the madman he was and excitedly cry out as she raced off, “GO, GO, GO, MY LITTLE HOMICIDAL MANIAC!!”
Things which a hooker and her John heard and saw when walking from the parking lot to the entrance Fester had parked at, such that they stopped in their tracks and looked at him with eyes wide and jaws on the floor.
A reaction which made the crime lord shrug his shoulders, lean forward a little, and playfully ask with delightfully crazy eyes, “Kids these days, ehh?”
—
As a reddish-orange series of clouds began to cluster around the Wolf Moon and crisp leaves blew in the cool fall air, everything in the forest became a blur to Wednesday. Especially as she ran past it in the frenzy she quickly recognized was a heat cycle.
She didn’t notice the birds and other creatures flying away or otherwise fleeing the area.
She didn’t notice how twigs, dirt, leaves, and the occasional bit of trash blew on and past her.
And, she didn’t notice the moon’s firebomb of a reflection in the small creek which ran in parallel to the trail she was on.
But, she did notice three things: Enid’s smell, howl, and shadow coming from an eerie, black, curled hill in the distance. One which looked like the one from The Nightmare Before Christmas.
“AWOOOOOOOOOO-OOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Once that sweet, mournful, somehow arousing cry rang out, Wednesday felt even more determined to keep running toward Enid. A feeling which several other contenders felt, based on all the smells which suddenly began clogging her nostrils.
“Ugggh, that’s vile!”
Unable to hold back how putrid the smells of other nearby omegas were to her, Wednesday complained out loud as she jumped from one side of the small bridge before her to the other, having no patience for seeing if and for how long it would hold her up.
But, the moment she stuck the landing and slid in a little mud, a couple contenders came out from behind some trees and dogpiled her, such that she found herself beneath their jaws, paws, and claws fighting for her life.
“Eeeeeeee-eh-eh-eh! You . . . bitch,” one – a dark gray, older-sounding male with one emerald green eye and another eye made cloudy by what looked like an old scar – snarled in pain and bitterness at Wednesday. Right after she rolled out from underneath him, overpowered him, and threw his sorry ass against a nearby tree, such that it and his back cracked against each other.
Once she was free of the first wolf, the other yelled out with a mix of anger and concern, “It’s okay, dad! I’ve got her!”
Thinking it was incredibly weird and gross for a father-son pair to be going after the same alpha wolf, Wednesday decided to have some mercy on both of them. Well, if you can call sliding underneath the son, slicing his cunt from one end to another as she slid, and running away to ensure she had Enid all to herself mercy.
For several beats, she was in the clear in terms of competitors coming against her. But, that didn’t last too long. All because some other wolf – one with fur as bright red as the braids Agnes wore – ran up the curled hill towards Enid, supposedly to claim her prize.
“BACK OFF! YOU’RE NOT MY MATE,” Enid started snarling and clawing in the red-furred wolf’s direction, not at all interested in breeding anyone who wasn’t her best friend.
Upon hearing those words, the other wolf smiled in a way which seemed all too familiar to Enid. Then, stepped into her space a little before quietly confirming, “You’re right; I’m not your mate. I’m your competition.”
A voice Enid suddenly recognized as Professor Capri’s and felt so shocked over that she didn’t react in time to prevent the elder alpha from pouncing on her.
“EEE- . . . ENID! ENID! ENID, IT’S ME, WEDNESDAY! YOU HAVE TO . . . YOU HAVE GET UP! FIGHT HER! FIGHT BACK!!!!”
Feeling her rocked senses come back into orbit, and recognizing her best friend’s strained voice from afar, the white-gray wolf quietly muttered just as another set of claws was coming down on her, “Wednesday?”
For a moment there, her best friend’s wolf form looked like a black blob bobbing in the distance because she hit her head on a rock once Professor Capri hit her the first time. But, once her vision came back into focus, Enid felt empowered to jump back up just in time to collide with Capri so hard they not only flew through the air locked claw in claw, but began rolling down the gothic-looking hill while fighting each other and gravity.
Fighting which ultimately left nobody unscathed, such that fur, blood, and foam from the alphas’ snarling mouths filled the chilly night air along with a sound like metal grinding against metal as their claws clashed.
And, fighting which ultimately ended as Enid pinned Isadora down long enough for Wednesday to grab a huge, jagged rock and bash her horrible head in.
Unsure if their professor was simply injured or dead, and not really caring because it turned out she’d been an enemy all along, Enid just stood there breathing jaggedly and nursing her wounds for a few beats. Nursing she didn’t have to do for long because Wednesday’s magic slowly filled and healed them all.
“You . . . you still came back . . . for me?”
After Enid asked that with a mix of disbelief and relief, Wednesday nodded vigorously, grabbed the back of her best friend’s head with one claw, and growled just before crashing their lips together, “You know damn well why.”
Once they were kissing that roughly, their powers mingled in such a chaotic way that they were in human form one moment and wolf or part-wolf the next. Mixing which they didn’t seem to notice because they were far too preoccupied with touching other parts of each other’s bodies.
Sweat-, blood-, and dirt-stained boobs.
Leaf-, twig-, and dirt-filled hair.
Once-scarred, strong, flexing asses.
Strong hips which started getting closer and colliding once they began humping each other.
Rib cages which quivered and slid against their hands as they breathed raggedly. If they got a chance to breathe at all.
In other words, Enid was way too enthralled with her mate just showing up that her alpha and she couldn’t be bothered when Wednesday was forcefully guiding them up the hill, pushing her down onto her back, and moving to mount her under the moonlight. Actions which would be considered blasphemous in the werewolf community, but ones Enid was fully up for and down with. Especially once she felt and saw her now-red dick disappear inside her best friend with one thrust down or up, depending on whose perspective you took.
“Mmmmmmmmm . . . Enid . . . Enid . . . Enid,” the rainbow highlight-donning blonde heard her best friend softly chant into the night around them with every boob- and ball-jiggling thrust down, such that a pulsing, angry, huge knot quickly started unfurling between them.
Loving how rough her omega was being with her, and on the verge of passing out from the intermingling pain and pleasure of it all, Enid gasped, “W-W-Wednesday?”
The young witch almost didn’t hear her mate and crush because she was so mentally invested in every thrust, squelch, and jiggle happening between them. But, she eventually became clear-headed enough to process the alpha’s words because of her magic, slowed down, and hoarsely replied with hooded eyes meeting hers, “Yeah?”
Amazed that Wednesday could focus so well when riding her that hotly, Enid gulped over how aroused she was, moved to gently cup the omega’s moonlit boobs with both hands, and decided to husk out with dark affection, “I’m gonna shred you to bits when my knot and fangs go in.”
Smiling until her dimples showed because she appreciated how Enid knew threats of violence were her love language, Wednesday did a couple things which amazed both of them. Specifically, she stopped completely, took both mangled braids out until her black hair was freely flowing in the wind, and returned fire while moving to slowly ride her again.
“I’m gonna shred your dick and bank accounts from all the pups we’re gonna make together.”
An affectionate, serious sort of threatening which not only surprised the hell out of Enid, but turned her on so much she sank all the way into Wednesday and came hard, forcing both of their spines and necks to curl back in pleasure.
—
The next morning, several things happened in tandem.
Wednesday and Enid awoke to them being so sore and satisfied from all the mating they’d done that they couldn’t move.
Both girls realized Isadora’s body was gone downhill, meaning she’d likely recovered and wandered off somewhere.
And, they realized someone – or something – had left blankets and clothes next to them. Garments they thankfully had enough magic left to put on just in time for Uncle Fester to come strolling up the hill, questionable meatstick in hand.
“Morning, ladies,” the swindler couldn’t help but happily chirp before taking another obnoxiously loud, messy bite. And, before wrapping up both the meatstick and his thought.
“Time to go home!”
Words Enid and Wednesday couldn’t help but turn to each other over and smile about with dimples on full display, fully intending to continue what they were doing back at school.