Preview - Coming Out to a Werewolf
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A big opportunity for Jackie worsens Rose's fear of letting Jackie deeper into her herm werewolf life. Jackie's fear of rejection and thrill-seeking personality puts them even further at odds and their relationship is tested. Both of them will have to face their deepest fears to to save their relationship so they can enjoy the exquisite tension relief that comes after.
Be ready to learn more about these two love birds than ever before. This story dives deep into their hearts and minds.
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Preview - Coming Out to a Werewolf
by Zmeydros
(Edited by Secretkunk and Tiliquain)
It was one of those nights where the threat of rain was so ominous that you kept looking outside to see if the latest gust of wind had raindrops in it. The sun had gone down about a half hour ago and I could barely make out the textures of the muddy gray clouds, flickering with purple flashes of lightning. Almost every streetlight was on, save for the one at the corner of my apartment complex which waited until it was darker for some dumb reason. But I didn't need that street light to make out Rose's car as she parked on the street outside.
Pushing my checkered tan and blue couch up against the TV stand made just enough room to set up the little gray plastic foldable dining table we were going to eat my special dessert at. The living room made for a very cramped dining room like this, but it was all I had. The kitchen barely had enough room for the ancient range, fridge, and sink. My heart fluttered as I jumped up and put two double dark chocolate brownies in the microwave. Then I got out the ice cream scoop and vanilla bean ice cream I'd picked up at a fantastic local place. The moment the microwave beeped, I pulled the brownies out and put a nice, round scoop of ice cream on top of each one.
Just as I was rinsing the ice cream scoop, Rose came into the room. Perfect timing.
Her petite five feet of height had some nice curves, beige skin with a beautiful golden undertone to it, and an angular face that contrasted her wavy, chocolate brown hair. After she got her shoes off, she spotted the dessert I'd laid out and gasped while dropping her purse on the floor. She dashed over to the table and took a seat as I trotted over, smiling at her reaction.
Looking into her eyes, I said, "Welcome home, love."
"It smells like you just made these."
"They came out about an hour ago, but warming them in the microwave did the trick."
Her eyes drifted over me as if she hadn't seen me in years. I would've felt self-conscious if I wasn't wearing my one-piece pink-polka-dotted dress that beautifully contrasted my dark brown skin. It hugged the athletic curve of my ass, hips, and modest-but-pert mounds of my breasts. I'd only put half of my tightly-curled black hair up and let the rest hang as bangs. Sensing she was a bit tense, I gave her a soft kiss and pulled her close.
She hugged me back for a good while before I let her go and playfully nudged her toward her dessert. "Everything's at the perfect temperature, so you better dig in."
"Looks incredible." She sat down and picked up the spoon I'd set out next to her deep green plate. Then she carved through some ice cream and the brownie, saying, "Sorry if I seem a bit off, the pack had a long discussion that was basically a long stressful argument that didn't end the way I'd hoped." She put the dessert she'd scooped up in her mouth, groaning at how good it tasted.
Sitting next to her at the foldable dining table, I picked up my spoon. "That sounds rough, what were they arguing about?"
She stopped cold and stared at me, her eyes looking very tired as she thought for a moment. "I promise I'll get into it later, but right now I'd like to talk about something, anything else." She put a spoonful of ice cream and brownie in her mouth and her scowl softened a bit.
"At work today, I had a customer who sneezed whenever she tried to sniff any particularly strong perfume and I thought of you and your wolf senses." I scooped up a towering spoonful of my dessert and stuffed it in my mouth. I let out a deep, "mmm" as the ice cream melted and mixed with the chocolate on my tongue.
"Fragrances give me headaches, that's true, but for sneezing, pot smoke is the most reliable."
"It def can be obnoxious."
"I have nothing against people who smoke pot, but my eyes water every time I'm around pot smoke. Made me have to duck out of a lot of college parties." She wrinkled her nose.
"For me, it depends on the variety of pot. Sometimes it smells really herby and sweet, other times it smells really skunky, especially if someone's smoking a blunt."
"I get an instant headache from those. It's been bad enough that I had to get off a train and wait for the next one."
I chewed the bit of brownie left in my mouth and swallowed before saying, "It's a shame that train drivers, conductors, whatever they're called, don't share the air with their passengers like on a bus. I once saw a guy smoking meth when I was going to step onto a car and quickly picked another one."
"You mean an engineer. Wait, someone was smoking meth right out in the open?"
"Yeah, it was on an LA subway car late in the evening. I've seen people do lots of drugs in New Mexico, but never meth out in the open."
"There's a lot less private space in LA. Everything is really crowded and I think that's why people do crazy things on the subway. I've heard very odd things happen on the subway cars of New York as well." She chuckled. "Like the woman caught shaving her legs in a New York subway car, even applying shaving foam."
"That's amazing. You ever seen anything disturbingly bizarre on a bus? I once saw a woman throw her cellphone out a bus window after cussing out her boyfriend. Didn't even seem to care that she'd lost her phone."
After swallowing her latest bite, she said, "Maybe she's got a drama phone stockpile for whenever she wants to pretend her life is a reality TV show."
I laughed, some ice cream dribbling from the corner of my lip.
Rose leaned in and licked it up. I tried to kiss her, but she pulled her face away, saying, "I once saw a super-trashy vampire riding the bus. She was so scantily clad, I thought she was a prostitute at first. And when I say scantily-clad, I mean she was wearing a long coat that she left open and a neon pink string bikini, one where you could clearly see her mound when she uncrossed her legs."
I dropped my spoon on my plate. "You're sure she was a vampire?"
"Yeah, her skin was too gray, she smelled like blood, and she had no heartbeat."
Fear and excitement mixed in me so explosively that I forgot about my dessert. Every question wanted to make its way out of my mouth at the same time. "Wait, there are vampires that dress like total sluts? Based on the guy who sent that wyvern after you, I thought they were all catty Victorian bitches."
She laughed. "They're as different as people are, sometimes even more so because they're self-absorbed and always trying to one-up each other."
"Sounds exhausting."
She nodded. "They're also powerful, proliferate like rabbits, and have creepy personalities."
"Are they all worse than the guy with the wyvern?"
"From what I've heard? Yes. Most of the ones I've interacted with were hunting humans, so I ended them before I got to know them." She looked down at her plate as if there'd magically be more dessert there.
Despite me knowing that the regretful frown on her face that was making her eyes droop had nothing to do with her being out of dessert, I gave her a nice spoonful of what I had left to try and cheer her up. "Hey, your matriarch ordered y'all to kill vampires on sight, it's not like you had any reason to question her until that guy with the wyvern showed up."
She swallowed the spoonful I'd just put in her mouth. Then she was back to frowning. "Fuck, I don't want to think about all that right now."
"Why don't you tell me more about the scantily-clad vampire on the bus? That seemed like a fun story."
"Imagine Harley Quinn, but X-rated and only able to speak lines from a bad vampire porno." She grinned.
I laughed, barely able to swallow an ice-cream-soaked bit of brownie without choking.
"You wanna come back to my place and make some waves on my unholy waterbed? Oooh, you're a hunk, looks like you've got some warmth to spare. I hope you don't mind girls that bite a little too hard." Her tone was playful and yet menacing.
By this point, I was laughing so hard that I couldn't breathe and there were tears in my eyes.
She barely held back laughter of her own as she waited for my humorous agony to subside. When I recovered, I asked, "So, what happened with her?"
"She was so ineffective at picking guys up that I let her be. Plus, I was still healing from getting stabbed by a Scottish basket-hilted claymore."
"That's badass!" I put a hand over my mouth, embarrassed by my reaction. "Sorry, that probably hurt a lot."
"It was decidedly not badass, at least not on my end. Scottish vampires who are still around from when the Scots were busy repelling the English are utter monsters. She had immense battle experience, strong magic, and was vicious beyond belief." Rose was gripping her spoon so hard her knuckles were white.
"Bad memories?"
"I need a shower." She gathered a spoonful of melted ice cream and ate it.
"Sounds good to me, I've only got two bites left and then I can join you."
After swallowing, she said, "I'd like to take one alone, if that's okay."
I had my mouth full of brownie and ice cream, so I just gave her a thumbs up.
While she showered, I cleaned up after our dessert. Then I got out of my pink dress leaving me in my light-blue lacy underwear as I lounged on my bed. I futzed around with a language app, trying to make heads or tails of French so I could say sexy-sounding things to Rose and maybe gain some insight into spelling French words. Every word from that damned language tripped me up in English.
When I heard Rose get out of the shower, I called out in a singsong voice, "In he-eere!"
Rose walked in, her small pert breasts bouncing while her light olive skin glowed from being clean and moist. She still looked tired, but not nearly as bad as before.
"Put your face right here." I put my phone aside and pulled my panties off before spreading my legs. Then I lifted my balls so she could get at the area just under them. A place that had been very sensitive ever since I started taking estrogen.
It impressed me how quickly she slipped into being submissive. She just got on the bed and went town, licking me out as if I had a pussy there. I cried out, gasping as my prick surged to life. I gripped my shaft and stroked myself to full hardness. Then I grabbed her hair and pulled her face to my dick and shoved it in her mouth.
"Touch yourself." I grabbed her left hand and put it on my right tit. "And my tits."
Fingering herself with her right hand, she bobbed her head on my whole cock even though I was at my full just-over-six-inches of length. She was struggling with her gag reflex because she'd never tried this without a muzzle.
I gripped her hair tightly. "Be a good girl and wolf out for me."
She just kept going and I didn't see one patch of fur or an inch of gained size. My hips were bucking, she was still struggling, and for some reason she wasn't changing. Now I was distracted.
"Is something wrong? Can you not transform?" I asked.
She pulled her mouth off my dick and glared at me. "Is that all you care about? That I'm a werewolf?"
"No, it's just, we've never had sex this way. I didn't even know you could stay human when you're horny." I paused, thinking about what I'd just said. "Are you not horny?"
Moving away, she sat at the end of the bed. "Do you even like my human body?"
"Of course I like it, I hit on you when we first met, remember?" My heart ached with concern.
Her lips had that straight-across annoyed look and her face was scrunched in what looked like disgust. "Why did you hit on me, anyway? What do we even have in common?"
"Hey, hey." I moved across the bed so I could hold her shoulders and look her in the eye. "I don't know what's going through your head, but I love you: human you, wolf you, all of you."
"You didn't answer my question. Would we even be together if I wasn't a werewolf? It's all you seem to want to know about. You've never even asked me about my parents or if I have siblings or places I want to visit before I die. You know, basic questions people ask each other when they're in a relationship."
I felt like I'd gotten punched in the gut at first, but then I narrowed my eyes at her, remembering all the frustration I'd endured trying to get to know her. "It's not like you offered any personal details and whenever I asked for them, you acted like I was prying too much."
She pulled herself away and stood at the end of the bed. "You were asking about things I didn't want to talk about super early in a relationship and I pushed back. But now, three months later, you haven't asked even the most basic questions about my family life, my hobbies, anything. You know more about my life as a werewolf than you know about anything else."
"How am I supposed to know to ask about that stuff if you never offer anything remotely personal unless I drag it out of you?" I said a bit too loud.
"Hmm, seems you have no trouble dragging out every detail about my lycanthropy." She crossed her arms.
"God damn it! What am I supposed to do? No one else I've ever met is a werewolf, has met vampires, or can throw me across the room like a giant lawn dart." I made a fist. "If every time I want to know something about you, I have to put effort into it, why the fuck wouldn't I learn about the one thing that makes you completely different from every other person I've ever met?"
Her voice got quiet in a way that scared me. "So this is why we're not supposed to date non-werewolves. It's just like me to miss something that's so obvious." As she turned to leave the room, a whole foot of her tail swung behind her and I noticed her sheath had formed.
Normally, when I saw that sheath, I was excited, but now I was just sad. I'd made her so angry that she'd started transforming when she clearly didn't want to. "Wait! Let's talk this out."
"No, I'm done." She left my tiny bedroom which barely had enough room for my queen bed.
I started to get up to go after her, but then my eyes got blurry as tears flooded out of them. This wasn't crying, this was bawling. I'd fucked up another relationship. I'd let myself get angry and say things I didn't mean, again. I was the worst. She was sniffling as she gathered her stuff and knowing she was crying too only made me cry more. About a minute later, I heard my front door close and let myself cry as hard as I needed to, which was pretty damn hard.
Ever since Rose entered my place, she'd seemed exhausted and like something was off. I'd decided to challenge her when she was already hurting. Just what had she been arguing about with the rest of her pack? Why was she so fucking elusive about every personal detail? I clenched my teeth. I knew part of the reason: she was trying to protect me even though I'd never asked for her protection. Why didn't I get any say in all this? My jaws started to hurt. No. This is the anger that had gotten her to leave.
Taking a few deep breaths while still shaking with emotion, I loosened my jaw. I didn't know what she'd gone through and we both needed to be better if this was going to work out. She had to open up and I had to calm down.
To get my mind off of things, I got up and listened to a podcast about catatumbo lightning while cleaning the leftover dishes. Normally, I didn't like doing dishes, but today it was therapeutic. At least, it was therapeutic until I realized it had taken me forty-five minutes and Rose still wasn't back. That was when my chest started feeling tight and I wanted to cry again. But I'd already cried so much that I had sticky, salty trails down my cheeks. I went into the bathroom to wash my face. When I was turning from the sink to the towel rack, I saw a blurry shape in the doorway.
I jumped, screaming bloody murder.
The figure screamed too, stumbling backwards so quickly she fell to the floor. "Jackie? Are you okay?"
"Rose?" I said, recognizing her voice.
"Yeah, sorry I scared you."
After drying my face, I said, "It's okay, I was worried you weren't going to come back."
"Me too." She hugged her knees while looking at the floor.
Closing the distance between us, I got down on the floor and hugged her tight. She hugged back, squeezing me against her smaller frame. I reached up and ran my fingers through her hair. Even though this normally helped her relax, she was holding me tightly, tension in her whole body while her face was pressed into my cleavage.
In that moment, I finally knew what I needed to say. "You were right. I do focus too much on the rougarou, werewolf, side of you." I kissed the top of her head. "But you being a werewolf isn't why we're together: We both like watching old nineties cartoons, scoping out cool local coffee shops, sharing Instant Pot recipes, ice cream, brownies, sex, doing domestic lesbian stuff together, and all sorts of geeky things. We communicate well, we make good life partners, we even know how to help each other emotionally. I've never felt so comfortable with another person. I love the way you touch me, I love the way you twitch when you're dreaming, I love the way you growl if your hair gets in your eyes too many times in a row, and I love how you just stubbornly charge after the things you want even though you're often adorably submissive."
She sniffed deeply and then loosened her grip on me. "I'm sorry about what I said. Those are all really good examples and I'm too exhausted to come up with much on my own, but I want to tell you that my favorite thing about you is that you're a good listener. Like, you remember what I tell you and are so careful to make sure I know you're paying attention. No one's ever given me their full attention the way you do. I don't always know what to do with it."
"You deserve my full attention." I pulled her chin up so I could look her in the eye. "Now tell me what you've been avoiding telling me since you got home."
"It's that obvious, huh?"
I nodded, pulling her up off the floor and leading her to the bed.
After settling in next to me so we both were sitting against the headboard, she said, "Before I tell you, you need to know that I'm against putting your life at risk and I argued against presenting you with this opportunity."
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