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“Eeeeeeeeeenid,” a friendly- yet faraway-sounding and ghostly voice whispered as she slept.
Thinking she was dreaming, and not at all ready to rise and shine, the good werewolf grumbled in annoyance, drew up the covers, and turned onto her side to sleep, only to find it was incredibly uncomfortable. So, she switched to her back again and nestled against her pillow, hoping to find some silence and relief.
The rainbow-loving dreamer would have just a few moments of silence before the voice started calling out to her again, though.
“Eeeeeeeeeenid,” it repeated with more urgency and insistence, such that Enid whined a little at the disturbance and unconsciously put her hands against her ears.
“Shut up,” the normally bubbly, kind alpha mumbled softly and without thinking it through, provoking an entirely different reaction from who’d been calling out to her.
“DON’T TELL ME TO SHUT UP, LITTLE MONSTER,” the voice suddenly boomed just in time for its owner – Rosaline Rotwood, one of Nevermore’s former teachers – to appear in her full, fog-surrounded, shimmery height and glory.
Unsure if she was still asleep and dreaming or if this was real life, Enid felt her eyes fly open, go wide, and take in the full figure of the former magic professor. Right as she instinctively sat up, jerked backwards, and held the covers up over her terrified face.
Feeling a little bad and a little good she’d scared the Nevermore student, Rosaline took on a more friendly tone once again, but with an added touch of sternness.
“As you may know by now, I put a body swap curse on Wednesday and you,” the former magic teacher began. All while conjuring a frost-covered mirror and prompting Enid to look into it.
Horrified to see how her colorful spirit had been forced inside Wednesday’s color-allergic body, Enid initially touched every part of her striped black and white sweater with a sense of dread. Dread which, as Rosaline looked on with a certain type of knowing, motherly smile, eventually melted into intrigue mixed with attraction and longing.
“Why . . . why did you do this to us???”
As the cotton candy-haired teen looked up at her with expectant, nervous eyes which were clouded by so many other emotions, Rosaline smirked a little and replied with a smile only a certain kind of monster could love.
“Why, to reveal the truth, my dear!”
Unsure of what the ghostly professor was talking about, but having a deep-seated feeling it was tied to her best friend and herself, Enid gulped, lowered the covers a little, and nervously asked, “What truth, professor?”
Grateful the teen was letting her guard down and so much easier to sway than a dreaming Wednesday had been before, Rosaline floated closer to Enid, such that she sat on the edge of one side of the quilted bed, leaned closer, and whispered, “What Wednesday and you are as individuals and a couple.”
At first, Enid flew into an entirely unbelievable defense of her best friend and herself.
“Professor, we are not a couple! We’re just friends! And . . . and roommates!”
Between how the young wolf gulped nervously, pulled the covers back up to her nose, and did her best to look anywhere in the room but at the ghost near her, Rosaline tilted her head in knowing, quiet judgment. Then, breathed deeply, cleared her throat, and issued a gentle yet direct challenge.
“Nobody who risks sacrificing herself to a Hyde for Wednesday Addams is just her friend or roommate, little monster. You like her. Love her, actually.”
Unsure of what to say next because she’d never admitted those things aloud before, Enid felt her guard and the covers drop a little over how she’d been so evidently called out.
Then, the young werewolf cleared her throat, scooted up, rested her chin on her upward-facing palms, and grumbled-whined, “But, Wednesday doesn’t do love, professor! At least, not for me. She kissed Tyler! She had a thing for Xavier! And, I’ve been with Bruno and Ajax!”
Knowing Enid’s observations were correct, and wanting to add to them, the professor surprised both of them by lightly pressing against Enid’s closest shoulder with one hand and coming out.
“When I was at Nevermore all those years ago, I realized I was bisexual around your age. It was a really confusing time at first, but I got through it. Starting with all the boys, then ending with all the girls. Well, just one girl actually. Shit got serious because she told me to lock her down or get locked in a crypt the rest of my life.”
When Enid adorably clapped her hands, smiled, giggled, and got teary-eyed over that story, Rosaline flushed a little over the praise and memories. Right before magicking herself even closer, hugging the teen, and continuing her pep talk.
“You have so much to look forward to when you come out, too, Enid. And think, your journey is only just beginning!”
Thankful for and surprised by the hug, the Nevermore student hugged the secretly friendly, ghostly bi back. Then, got curious and asked a follow-up question.
“Wait, what do you mean by it’s ‘only just beginning’, professor?”
Instead of answering that question, Rosaline magicked herself off the bed and stood again, winked, and blew the young wolf an enchanted kiss.
A kiss which evidently woke Enid up all of a sudden, such that she gasped deeply, immediately sat up in Wednesday’s bed, and looked all around the dorm room with eyes wide and alert.
Looking which wouldn’t lead her to finding and reconnecting with the ghostly teacher again, but would lead her to finding out three very important things.
One, Wednesday absolutely knew about their bodies being switched because, despite her usual allergy to color, she was up near their shared window and leaning against the stained side of the glass with one hand.
Two, the young witch knew her best friend was an alpha wolf, based on how she was naked from the waist down and trying to soothe what was supposed to have been Enid’s first rut under the full moon’s light.
And three, Enid felt Wednesday’s body – temporarily, her body – get wet at the distant sight, such that the good wolf gave in to her desires, put a hand down her black combat pants, and started matching each of her best friend’s thrusts with circles to her borrowed clit.
Masturbation which Wednesday quickly heard because she was temporarily able to access werewolf-quality hearing, then slowly turned her head and longingly whined over.
Gaining awareness of how that was how she’d been looking at Wednesday for so long when they weren’t magically switched, Enid gulped nervously and with want. Right before gaining the courage to ask, “W-W-W-Wednesday? Do you, umm . . . want some help with that? Until . . . you know . . . we switch back?”
Hoarse from all her attempts to handle the rut on her own since she’d awakened in the body not her own, Wednesday screwed her temporarily blue eyes shut, leaned her head against the glass, and nodded vigorously, afraid she’d be rejected deep down inside.
Thankfully, though, Enid not only understood how to handle a rut; she understood the insecurity Wednesday was feeling deep down inside. Because, well, she’d been feeling it, too. Ever since the previous school year.
“It’s okay, Wednesday; I’ve got you,” the wolf in a witch’s body called out in response, such that she got up from the bed, took off the black cargo pants, thick striped socks, and black combat boots her roomie had apparently gone to bed wearing for real, then walked over half-naked.
Before she lined up her front side with the witch in a wolf’s body’s backside, though, Enid did something very important which she might only have one chance to do: take out the tight braids in her borrowed body’s hair, such that it tumbled into a softer, flowing mane of straight black hair.
Or, if Rosaline was right about them, bisexual black hair.
“Eeeeeeeeeeenid . . . please?”
Feeling her reminiscing about what happened in her sleep get pierced by the reality of her secret crush’s need, Enid quickly lined up her borrowed black mound with the lightly cotton candy fur-covered butt she normally called her own.
“It’s okay, Wednesday. I’m right here. Let me,” Enid husked with a mix of want, bravery, and nerves as she covered what were normally her clawed hands with her borrowed black nailpolish-wearing ones.
Whining even more deeply from arousal and want, Wednesday leaned the borrowed cotton candy hair-donning head of hers back against her best friend’s shoulder and made room for the wolf in the witch’s body to press closer. Something Enid rewarded by finding a spot for her borrowed head on one pale shoulder, then taking over caressing what apparently was their penis now.
“God, Enid,” Wednesday moaned as she felt what was apparently thick, hot slick from her body being rubbed on what was normally her secret crush’s huge, veiny, dark pink dick, but felt like her own due to the switch.
Never thinking she would get used to making Wednesday moan, Enid started thrusting against both parts of the body in front of her at a slow pace to get more sounds out of her best friend and secret crush. Then, when she succeeded at that and making her favorite witch gasp harder, Enid sped up until they were thumping against the glass and racing toward their finishes.
“W-W-W-Wednesday? I . . . umm,” Enid tentatively began as she was gasping for air and feeling fangs drop down from what were normally Wednesday’s teeth to instinctively, primally claim the pale, exposed shoulder under her chin.
Instead of saying anything, Wednesday whipped her borrowed and eyes-shut head backwards, intuitively pressed her borrowed fangs against the throat she caught in them, and growled with so much unhinged hunger for Enid she didn’t know what to do with it.
Knowing what to do with it from all her years of being raised a werewolf, though, Enid replied just before leaning back a little and biting down, “I love you.”
Biting and speaking which Wednesday rewarded with the most guttural, appreciative bite-groan imaginable, such that both of them suddenly found themselves switched back into their own bodies, then switched places against the window.
For a few seconds, both of them needed to process how they were simultaneously back to being themselves and even more of themselves. Because they’d quietly come out, shared their feelings for each other, and accordingly swapped claim bites.
But, once that time was up, Enid swiftly twirled a surprised and panting Wednesday to face her, lifted her up by the butt and backs of her legs, then slammed her against the black and white half of the spidery window mid-kiss.
“I . . . I really do love you, Wednesday,” Enid growled-purred while attacking the young witch’s neck with all sorts of nips, licks, and drags of her fangs, such that the omega rewarded her with two things.
One, a succession of two loud, crisp snaps which made them entirely naked.
And two, a hand reaching out to guide the alpha’s thick, on-edge, very rutty cock inside her so they could finally fuck like how she’d been dreaming of even before the body switch.
“Gahhhhhhhd, Wednesdaaaaay,” Enid moaned deeply in pleasure as her dick started splitting the slick folds and bypassing the swollen clit she’d been playing with just moments before.
Words which would be the young werewolf’s last.
Well, at least for a few minutes, that is.
Once she found herself balls deep inside more quickly than expected, Enid realized her now not-so-secret crush must have been preparing for just this moment. Likely using werewolf alpha-shaped dildos she’d had no idea about, based on how her tip, shaft, and knot felt right at home where they were right then.
“Love you, too.”
Caught up in her pleasure and the new rhythm between them which involved her playing with the clit thrumming against her also-thrumming knot, Enid almost missed those breathless, sweet words fall from Wednesday’s kiss-swollen, death-red lips. Something the good omega noticed, such that she tipped the thrusting alpha’s chin up so their bedroom eyes could meet.
“I love you, too, Enid.”
Not at all prepared for her normally stoic love to be so forward about her true feelings, Enid felt herself lose her balance in between thrusts, such that she accidentally sent them hurtling through the black and clear stain glass, then onto the balcony where they’d often hang out.
Falling which evidently made Wednesday panic so much that she tried to stop them using her magic, only to cast the spell incorrectly in her panic and sever the balcony off the rest of their castle-like tower.
As they hurtled toward what looked like their imminent death, Enid screamed so loudly that a less concerned, morbidly happier Wednesday came hard, prompting the werewolf to momentarily forget where they were, smile into her hottie of a love’s brown eyes, and come, too.
Just in time for them to land safely in the courtyard, thanks to protection and levitation magic Wednesday had apparently perfected behind her furry back.
“Hhhhh . . . hhhhh . . . hhhhh . . . holy . . . holy fucking shit,” Enid did her best to catch her breath from both the fall and their first orgasms together, such that she propped herself up on her arms to take the pressure off her crush and inspected both of them to see if they were hurt.
Feelign a little cocky over her magic and Enid’s cock being so fantastic, though, Wednesday smiled wryly before steadying her flustered love and snarking in response, “We did some shit and fucking, but there was nothing holy about either.”
Able to tell that was her crush’s way of joking, Enid lovingly swatted at the witch and started laughing until both of them were rolling around knotted and laughing.
Well, until someone who was also in the courtyard at that late hour got annoyed and interrupted their shenanigans.
Specifically, a flustered, awkward-feeling ghost of Principal Weems who couldn’t help but finish chewing what she’d taken off her plate, then unknowingly deadpan an old meme.
“Really?! Right in front of my salad?!”
Words which made both ladies shriek like banshees at being discovered, smile at each other with newfound appreciation, and knowingly snap twice. All before Wednesday magicked both of them back upstairs for more sexytime and spelled Weems into forgetting what she just saw.