Winnie pt. 2

    Your ears took in many soft and peaceful sounds. Some quiet music, crackling fire, the gentle creaking of your rustic home, secluded into the woods. An almost smug look crossed your face as your eyes scanned your living room. Is it possible that you were the most comfortable person on Earth? You thought so. You sunk deep into your recliner, feeling the fuzzy warmth of both of the comforters that wrapped around you. Maybe you’d wriggle your arm out of your blanket cocoon to sip the cocoa that sat, steaming, next to you. You peered out of your window as the white snow fell outside in the nighttime forest. This Winter was relentless. Multiple major snowstorms. Feet upon feet of snow. But it was out there, and you were in here, sitting, smugly, in a comfortable chair, listening to comfortable music, sitting next to a comfortable fire, drinking a comfortable beverage, all while wrapped in comfortable comforters. You were, in a word, comfortable. You held such comfort in the highest regard, especially in these colder seasons.
    You thought of all the animals out there, sheltering for warmth, foraging for sustenance, either struggling, suffering, or dying. You felt bad, but this is what separates you from them. You were safe, sheltered away from the cold, ruthless grasp of nature, while they weathered through it. You shook your head. These thoughts were not very comfortable at all. They were expressly uncomfortable. There was a knock at your door. You groaned. Didn’t whoever that was know you were bound in a state of pure coziness? You juggled the idea of pretending that you weren’t home, but you always worried about people who knock on your door. You did live in the woods, it could be a killer or something. You threw off the blankets and lazily rolled off of your chair. You took the thermos of hot chocolate and walked to the door.
    There was no way to tell who was behind the door. It could be anybody. An axe wielding maniac could be waiting behind the door. You decided it was time to invest in a peephole. More knocking rapped at your door.
    “Anon?” a shaking voice called from behind. You recognized that voice. Your hand wrapped around the knob and you swung the door open to the short, shivering form of your werewolf friend, Winnie. She, shuddering violently, glanced up at you, her arms wrapped around her body, trying to conserve her warmth. She wore a wool cap, her folded ears sticking out from the side, her long, lush ponytail from the back. Small beads of ice hung from the fur on her face, having formed there as she walked here. She wore long pants and a winter coat, much more than she usually wears on cold days. But her stubbornness shown through in her refusal, even now, in a blizzard, to wear shoes. “It’s a bit colder out here than I expected.”
    “Jesus, Winnie!” you said, thrusting the hot chocolate her way. She wrapped her stiff, quivering fingers around it as she came inside. You shut the door. “Winnie, what did I tell you about wearing shoes?” You asked, looking around the room for a way to warm her up. You paced to your chair and took a comforter as Winnie walked towards the fireplace, unzipping her jacket. You held the comforter out to her. She looked up at you and took it.
    “My pants are wet.” she said. “You wouldn’t have a change, would you?”
    “Why would I have pants that fit you?” You asked. She shrugged.
    “I’m not wearing wet pants.” she said. “It’s uncomfortable.” You scratched your head. You didn’t have any pants for her, and she wasn’t gonna wear those ones. At least her legs had fur on them.

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    You and Winnie sat next to eachother in front of the fire. You’d went looking and found some running shorts from you JV Track & Field days in high school. They were way too small on you, and a little bit too big for Winnie, but they worked well enough. You had to tear a hole in the back for Winnie’s tail. You couldn’t see them anyways, since Winnie was wrapped up in blankets now, still working off her shivering. She sipped the cocoa you gave her.
    “So why’d you walk over here?” You asked. She shrugged.
    “I just wanted to visit you.” she said.
    “You could’ve called, I would’ve came and got you.”
    “Why are you so worried?” she asked before flashing you a mocking grin. “Do you care about me?” she teased. You clicked your tongue as she giggled to herself.
    “Ha, ha.” you said. “Just remind me to let you freeze next time.” She chuckled, glancing up at you, maybe to see if you were actually upset, then sprung up, throwing off the towel.
    “Alright, I’m warm now!” she said. Her tail wagged wildly behind her back. “Do you have any food?” she asked with a smile.

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    The cool air from the fridge touched you face, your eyes scanning the assorted food and drink.
    “What do you want?” you asked, peering back at Winnie, sitting on the counter, tail still wagging.
    “What do you have?” she asked, kicking her mostly bare legs. You turned back to the fridge and looked about.
    “Uh...I’ve got pasta...grapes—”
    “Can’t eat grapes.” she said.
    “Oh, that’s right. Sorry.” you said. “Um...ice cream, rotisserie chicken.”
    “Oh! Why didn’t you start with chicken?” she asked. “I want that.”
    “Alright.” you said, taking the untouched chicken out of the fridge and a knife from a drawer, and began walking back to your living room. Winnie hopped off the counter and followed behind you, taking a seat next to you when you sat, back in front of the fire. You took the plastic wrap of of the chicken. Winnie took a leg as you cut a piece off of the breast. “You want to put on a movie?” you asked as she bit into the drumstick. Her brow furrowed as she chewed. After she swallowed, she held your gaze for a moment.
    “Is that all we’ve got?” she asked.
    “What do you mean?” you asked.
    “I mean, all we ever do is watch slashers. Like, is that all we have between us?” she asked, looking up to you with her concerned puppy eyes, as they reflected the fire. She averted her gaze. “...Between our friendship, I mean.”
    “Well...it doesn’t have to be a slasher.” you said. She sighed.
    “The genre isn’t point, Anon. It’s just...movies in general, I guess.” she said.
    “Winnie.” you said. “Two weeks ago, I walked two miles through the snow to wire your speakers. And just today, you walked two miles in even worse conditions with no shoes on to visit me.” She blushed and looked down at her chicken leg. “I think if we’re willing to risk frostbite for eachother, there’s a bit more between us than just slashers.” She gnawed on the bare bone.
    “...Do you know what Phanty says about us?” Winnie asked, still not looking at your face.
    “What does she say?” you asked.
    “Well...and these are her words.” she said. You nodded. “She says that...you and me...are doing a dance.” She looked up at you nervously and wide eyed.
    “A dance?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. Winnie nodded. “What is that supposed to mean?”
    “I-I don’t know, it’s Phanty’s thing.” she said. You heard her take a shaky breath in. “Uh...Anon, I have a question for you.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Does it...bother you that I’m a werewolf?” she asked. You turned to her and felt your brow ruffle.
    “No, why would it?” She shrugged.
    “It bothers some people…” she said looking down. “They think we’re brutish...and ugly.” She glanced up at you, quick as lightning. “And—”
    “I don’t think you’re ugly.” you blurted out, feeling your face get hot. Winnie’s head slowly turned up to lock eyes on you. “...I mean—” You felt fingers touch your hand.
    “I know what you mean.” she said, looking down at your hand as she stroked it with hers. She looked up at you from under her eyebrows, and made a slight, hesitant twitch forward, biting her bottom lip, showing her sharp werewolf fangs. Your, admittedly trembling hand moved on top of hers. She lulled for a moment, then, with little warning, pounced on you, her lips slamming into yours as she made stifled sounds of wild passion. She wrapped her arms around you, and you reciprocated.
    Some part of you expected Winnie’s lips to be chapped and rough, but on the contrary, they were very soft and moist. You felt her hair and the fur on the back of her neck. She squeezed you tighter and climbed onto your lap, still leaving no chance of the kiss disengaging. She was like a lamprey or something. A cute lamprey.
    She backed away and looked down at you, her yellow eyes reflecting the dancing flames of the fireplace. An ecstatic smile crossed her face.
    You’d always been apprehensive of this. A werewolf. You and Winnie had been friends for some time, and the prospect of romance with her always made you a bit uneasy. You’ve never seen a human and werewolf together. Few werewolves even live in the cities, most live out in the wilderness. Some people didn’t want werewolves here, that they should instead stay out in their packs. And she was part wolf, that just struck you as wrong when viewed from a romantic standpoint
    But, the thought of a relationship was always hypothetical, at least until recently, and now…
    You looked up at her, seeing all of her inhuman features; her fur, her eyes, her teeth, her ears, and you smiled too.
    “I’ve wanted to do that since I met you.” she said. “...Phanty never told you that, right?” You shook your head. “Good.” She leaned back down and locked her smooth lips with you again. You ran your hand along her back, feeling her shoulder blades and her spine, feeling her shudder a bit with your touch. The bottom of her bare, lean thighs rested on the tops of yours, and her legs wrapped around you. She leaned back to take a breath, and you took the opportunity to kiss her neck. She said your name, giggling. Her chest expanded as she took in a heave and let out a sigh.
    “...Whew…” she said under her breath. You pulled away, and looked up at her. Her eyes widened nervously and she giggled bashfully. “Uh...uh…” You ran your fingers through the short fur on her thighs.
    “I like you a lot, Winnie.” You said. Her tail started to wag.
    “I like you too.” she said. You kept feeling her legs, wondering what color her fur was. Was it auburn? Maybe mesa or something? “So are we gonna...uh…” Your head shot up.
    “Gonna what?” you asked, slightly frenzied. “I don’t know, I mean...if you want to.” Winnie tensed up.
    “I do!” she said, almost defensively. “Uh...if you want to.”
    “I do.” you said.
    “You’re sure?” she said. “Even though...you know, I’m a werewolf?” You smiled.
    “I don’t care that you’re a werewolf.” you said. A smile slowly grew across her face, and she reached behind her head, yanking out her hair elastic, letting her curly orange hair fall down upon her shoulders and back, like swells in the sea.
    “Uh...you can start…” she said followed by a slightly nervous chuckle.
    “Oh, alright.” you said. “...I guess we should...take off our clothes.” Winnie’s face began to flush. She backed off of your lap.
    “...Ok.” she said, hesitantly beginning to undo the top button of her flannel. She glanced up at you as she worked down the the column of buttons. You slowly pulled off your shirt. When it was off, you were met with the sight of Winnie sitting, looking at you, her shirt unbuttoned, revealing her bra and flat belly, and the fur on top of it. She blushed deeply, looking at your shirtless form. Her eyes flicked up to you. “Oh, sorry.” she said, her Canadian accent showing. She slipped her arms from her sleeves and let the flannel slide off of her, revealing her graceful shoulders. She reached behind her back, “You’re sure you want to do this?”
    “Yeah.” you said. You slid closer to her. “Hey, is there something you want to—” Her bra dropped off. Her breasts were of a modest size, yes, but there was something about them. The way they were shaped, her nipples poking up from beneath the fur. Winnie looked away and blushed.
    “I know they’re kind of small…” she said.
    “They’re perfect.” you said. Still looking down, she couldn’t help but let a smile cross her flushed face.
    “Thanks.” she said.
    “You’re perfect.” She bit her bottom lip and smiled wider.
    “Stop…” she said chuckling, putting her hand on yours. You touched her thigh again.
    “It’s true.” you said as she scooted back and rose up onto the couch. You followed, and slid her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, glancing up at you and taking a deep breath. She wiggled her hips as the short descended down past her knees and ankles, her underwear now being the only piece of clothing she had on. She smiled as you undid the button on your pants and took them off. “Ready?” you asked. She nodded and grabbed the band of her panties as you did the same to your underwear. You both took them off.
    You looked at Winnie’s face as she stared at your body, wide eyed, face gradually turning red. You looked her up and down, at her lean, albeit short legs, her hips, her stomach and breasts, at her collarbones and her neck, her blushing cheeks and big eyes. Her ancy smile. She leaned back.
    “You sure you’re ready?” you asked.
    “Stop asking me that.” she said. “...I’ve done this before…” You nodded, and moved closer to her. She nestled into the couch and shut her eyes. You positioned yourself over her, pecked her on the cheek, then went in. Her legs twitched, she winced and let out a moan. It was abundantly clear; she hadn’t done this before. But who are you to talk? “Keep going.” she said, teeth grit. You complied, gently thrusting more, and feeling the soft “popping of the cherry”. Winnie’s eyes squinted and she bit down on her lip, still moaning, claws digging into the couch cushions. It seemed to you that she had something to prove, so you continued your thrusting, in and out. You leaned down and kissed her fuzzy cheek again. She felt your lips and wrapped her arms around you, kissing you back and not letting go. Her legs rose and folded over your back, pulling you close to her. “Don’t stop.” she growled in ecstasy before kissing you again, every so often pulling her lips away to breath or let out a sigh of lusty pleasure, then locking her lips to yours once again, all while her body jolted back and forth with every one of your pumps. You could feel the muscles in her legs undulating, her breasts against your chest, her frantic heartbeat, her frenzied breath. Her hands began to tremble, her nails digging into your back. She let out a long, scratchy moan as her legs began to jerk and her body began to quiver. Her hips kicked forward and she squeezed you even tighter, and letting out a high pitched squeal. Her muscles loosened and her arms and legs slipped down. “Wow.” she said. She must not have noticed that you hadn’t finished yet.
    You continued thrusting, and watched as Winnie’s face softened into a crosseyed smile. Her muscles tensed with each of your thrusts, and she reached her arms behind her head, stretching her back. You felt yourself growing closer and closer as you watched Winnie bury her hands into her wavy hair, biting her bottom lip. She began taking sharp breaths as your muscles began to to twitch. She arched her neck back over the armrest, her hair dangling to the ground as she let out a series of “oh”s, growing in intensity.
    Her head sprung up and a long resounding howl escaped her lungs. It pushed you over the edge. All your muscles tensed up and your hips bucked as you finished inside of her. Winnie continued her howling, trembling as she did so, before slumping down with a goofy, satisfied smile on her face, breathing heavily. You flopped down next to her.
    “Anon, can I tell you a secret?” she asked.
    “It was your first time.” you said. She turned to face you.
    “What?! How’d you know?” she asked. You just chuckled and put your arms around her, pulling her close. She snuggled into you, and you both eventually fell asleep, wrapped up in each others warm embrace.