Winnie Greentext Dump

>Last weekend, you and Winnie were with friends around a table, exchanging embarrassing and funny stories about their past while enjoying a few drinks
>Winnie, with the help of several bottles of whiskey, admits that she once had a huge crush on Scrappy years ago and once tried to "flirt" with him
>Uproarious laughter fills the room after hearing this, Sibella and Phantasma begging for an elaboration
>Winnie groans and starts rubbing her face, trying to recall the details as she reaches for another shot
>She says she thought he was "really cool" at the time and wanted to be "friends like the way adults were on TV soap-operas that her Mom watched"
>Says she had no idea what flirting really was at the time, nor what adult "friends" really did
>The others try to stifle their laughter, repeating what she said to themselves before laughing again
>During the time he was there, she would play around with him like kids do and listen to him talk about stuff
>Says she had no clue what he was talking about most times, droning on forever about napping bad guys and things like that
>Would respond by saying what he did was cool and he was awesome, stuff like that, but clearly tried to be closer friends to him than normal
>She says she never did go further than that, but states she did fantasize about being like those human couples holding hands on TV with Scrappy at the time
>Those who still have lungs and livers at the table had a bit of trouble breathing, inebriation making the story all the more funny to them
>Once the other girls' laughter quiets down, you finally speak up and say "Thank goodness you never stayed with him up to now; you'd probably dump him after one night in bed where he yells 'Puppy power!' after finishing."
>Your shoulder still feels sore after being dislocated from her punch
>The whole ride home she gave an angry pout and wouldn't answer to you laughing and apologizing
>The laughter you got from the others was worth it though

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>You think Winnie is a rough kind of a girl in bed based on how she usually carries herself
>Will probably go 200% and expect you to do the same, no breaks and no slowing down
>Already a bit nervous, afraid of what she'll have you do
>Turns out she's extremely sensitive and completely inexperienced
>Somehow more nervous than you are, her taking her clothes off has her embarrassed and blushing, the best you can tell anyway, through her fur
>Wants to go as slow as possible, just touching her hair with your hands leaves her breathless
>When you finally proceed with the dirty deeds done dirt cheap, she's yipping at the slightest movement
>Collapses when it's done, exhausted with the whole event despite nothing much happening
>Wraps her arms around your torso like her own teddy bear and near immediately falls asleep

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>Winnie and baths / showers are like mixing oil and water, they both don't want to stay in
>However, you noticed that she's content with showers and bathing, but only if you're in there with her
>The other girls dedicated this job to you now since you've been dating her for the past year or so
>She still fidgets about non-stop, but wont leap out after two minutes and say she's done
>Although, she does make it hard in a different way
>As you try to bathe her, she rubs up against you like a bear to a tree, effectively switching scents with you
>She even pokes fun at you for blushing, though you think you see a bit of pink on her cheeks too
>Once it's all done, she's as fresh as a garden flower and the others thank you...
>...Until they demand you take a shower because you're smelling just as bad as her
>Winnie says she'll gladly help you out though

>Shower's running, your clothes are already off from before the biweekly Winnie wash
>Winnie no longer smells worse than death, though in exchange for her cleanliness you now have her stench but twice as bad
>Once the water's warm, you prepare to enter until you hear a knock on the door
>"I'm taking a shower," you yell
>The door opens, having forgot to lock it, and Winnie enters, a towel still wrapped around herself
>Covering your lower half with the shower curtain, you say "Hey, what do you want?"
>She snickers, asking "Why're you covering yourself? You were just in a bath with me a bit ago."
>Refusing to lower the curtain, you repeat your question
>She drops the towel, taking your eyes away in turn. Winnie scoffs, answering "I decided that I need to finally pay you back for all those other washes. You haven't asked me yet, so I'm approving for you."
>Continuing to look away, you stammer out "No, no, I'm good, thanks Winnie. You can get out."
>Ignoring you, she crosses your field of vision and enters the bathtub. She motions for you to get in front of her
>You lower the curtain and do as she says, entering the drizzle of warm water with your girlfriend behind you
>For a brief moment, you think you hear a sigh from Winnie through the splashing of the water. Is she disappointed about something?

>You're not sure what to feel currently
>Your girlfriend is in the shower right behind you, but you don't make a move
>No love talking, no softly caressing her, you just stand there like a deer in the headlights as the warm water hit you
>You never even got past the first base out of fear of fucking it all up, not counting her washing anyway
>Fuck, you didn't even ask her out. SHE went to you for some odd reason and helped push you along this relationship 7 months or so ago
>'Why the fuck is she still with you?' you think in self-reflection
>You hear a deeper pitter patter behind you. Tapping her foot?
>"Hey Anon, I, uh, think you might've missed a spot here. Mind checking that out?" she asks
>"I think I got every spot though." you respond automatically. Immediately you regret your response
>"Well, um... How about I start with your head? Maybe you should turn around and kneel, I can help you with that?" she asks
>"I don't think the water would hit me from there, Win."
>'Somebody fucking kill me.'
>Winnie growls in anger, this you can clearly hear
>"Why wont you look at me, Anon? Huh?!" she yells, the hair on the back of your neck rising
>Oh fuck what have you done
>"Is it because you're disgusted by me? Are you too scared to say you don't want to be with me?!"
>"Fucking turn around and look at me!"
>Stiffly, you turn, seeing Winnie as she was once the towel dropped. Admiring is out of the question though as she glares a hole through you, having more to say.

>The warm water hits your back, though it seems burning from how chilled you are from Winnie's glare
>Whenever you had to help bathe her, you always tried your best to not look at her naked form. Of course accidental glances happen, but you do try
>You thought it to be out of courtesy, that she would be upset if you were to stare
>Now that she's forced you to look at her, you can see her body more clearly, at least the best you can tell as her head only reaches just below your neck
>All of her hair is wet, giving her blond hair color a darker hue, appearing almost brown, while her red hair hangs down below her shoulders. So too do the tufts of hair on her face hang, water dripping down them
>Her arms are folded across her chest, hiding her small, possibly B-cup breasts. A small pool of water collects in her arms
>Down to her torso, nothing special. You did wonder if she had extra nipples, though it's hard to tell. You can, however, see the presence of abs through the wet fur
>Finally, her waist, hair hiding anything revealing down below, though showing her toned hips and legs
>After your few seconds of looking, your eyes dart back to Winnie's, still scowling
>"Ever since I met you, you never said anything to me. Almost every time we talked, I came to you to start conversations." she starts
>"I thought, maybe you were just shy, so I kept talking to you. I started to really enjoy those chats."
>"Then, when the others asked if we were gonna start going out on dates, I waited for you to do something. Fucking anything! For six months! I tried everything to let you know that I was interested!"
>She pauses for a moment, collecting her thoughts. You remain silent
>"So I thought you were still shy! I went to you and you stammered out a yes, and I was happy! I thought you were too!"
>"But you never fucking did anything! You never kissed me, went to wrap your arms around me, nothing! I had to do all that!"
>"Were you too scared to tell me no? Are you scared of me?"

>Her glare is softening into that of sadness, you continue to remain silent
>"Why didn't you just tell me that you didn't like me? You let me go all this way without saying a thing. Why couldn't you have just said no?"
>Despite her wet face, you can see tears forming before mixing with her fur
>Lightly, she begins to sob, taking a moment to try and calm herself
>Looking back up at you with tear filled eyes, she yells, "Why are you still quiet?! Just fucking say something! Anything!"
>Her sobs grow heavier, she fixes her glare "Please! Tell me, now! Tell me you don't want me, dammit!"
>You need to act now, your stupid-ass let this go on for far too long
>"Are you still too fucking scared to tell me no?! You fucking coward, just tell me! Please!"
>"Anon! Answer m-" she tries to yell, stopping her short by doing something you hadn't done the entire time you've been dating her.
>You kissed her

>Bending down and tilting her head upward with your hand, you kiss Winnie on the lips
>Before this, she always initiated the kiss. You were too dumbstruck to deny, which you never would've, and too afraid to kiss her yourself
>You pull away from the kiss, her eyes wide open as she stares up at you
>She doesn't move, she doesn't respond. She just stands there looking up at you, processing what you did
>Four seconds go by, you fear you fucked up again
>Before you could say anything, she embraces you in a soggy hug, pressing her body and face against yours
>She sobs slightly, sniffing to calm herself
>"Thank you... Anon, thank you." she quietly says
>A heavy knock rattles the bathroom door, and a voice yells through "Hey Winnie, you alright? We heard yelling."
>Sniffing once more, she responds "We-we're fine, Elsa! Me and Anon are just... cleaning."
>"Again? Well, try not to hurt him, we got worried." Elsa says, her footsteps fading away as she walks back downstairs
>Winnie looks back at you with a small smile, still wrapped around you in a hug
>"So Anon..." she starts, sniffing one last time, before continuing, "...Want to get back to cleaning?"
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>MEANWHILE DOWNSTAIRS
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>Sibella looks to Elsa in confusion, it's been ten minutes since she checked on them, and she's hearing something else
>"Elsa dear, it sounds like... moaning. Back in the bathroom. Anon's, I think."
>The Frankenstein-Girl sighs. "I think he's been clawed... Probably tried to untangle some hair. Can you get the first aid? He might need it."
>"No, it doesn't sound like pain... Do you think he-"
>"Anon? No, absolutely not. Don't think Winnie did either. It's probably just muffled from the floors."
>Sibella nods, searching for the cabinet holding the medical supplies

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>Winnie wanted to celebrate this Halloween 'romantically'
>Aside from the dinner you have planned and late night festivities, you set up a clearing in the living room with your phone connected to the TV
>On it's a bunch of songs you put into the playlist, mainly slow beat songs
>You made sure to double check you didn't accidentally add in something weird
>Now you may not know much about dancing, but slow dancing you're adequate at
>Things proceed as normal, Winnie enjoys the dinner, and then notices the space you made in the living room once coming home
>"What's this?" she asks, a small grin creeping on her face
>You turn on the phone, one of the slow songs play
>You grasp her hands, whispering her to follow your moves
>Left, back, right, forward. Simple, but at least you know it
>
>She's horrible at slow dancing, and her frustrated expression shows this
>Her feet are either making the wrong move at the wrong time, or bumping into yours
>After a few minutes, she says "Anon, this just doesn't suit me. Wanna dance... my way?"
>If it'll make her happy. "Sure."
>She grins and runs to your phone, turning off the slow music
>"All you got in here are a bunch of bland stuff... Where're your other songs?"
>She toys with the phone longer, exiting the music program and going elsewhere
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pvGZvoYeOJI
>You did not expect this shit at all
>Bobbing her head to the beat with a toothy grin, she turns back to you and starts to dance
>Fuck, now you know how she felt
>You try your best to imitate dance moves you saw slavs do online
>About a minute in, she starts fucking break dancing
>You had to stop and watch her
>She hasn't touched her feet to the ground since she started
>Then she started spinning on her back
>And spinning
>And spinning
>Fucking hell, she's still going and the song ended
>At least she's having fun

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>Why can't I stop looking at him?
>He doesn't look particularly special, nor is he ugly, but good lord his smell is intoxicating.
>Like a properly cooked venison, I have to remind myself to not drool.
>That sweet smell.
>It sings to me.
>It's enough to make a wolf feral.
>Maybe I should go talk to him, take in more of that heavenly aroma.
>Just what is it he has on? A new line of shampoo? Is it his natural smell?
>If it is his natural smell, just imagine how intense it'd be during sex!
>Oh man, that'd be so damn hot.
>Wait... Something's on his shirt.
>A cartoon bone with a hand holding it.
>Can't make out the reading, but I think I've seen that logo while going around town.
>Just what was it?
>Wait...
>...
>Oh fuck me.
>It was on a building for training dogs!
>He's absolutely drenched in dog smell, probably some in heat!
>Dammit, and I was thinking about hitting on him!.
>Worse yet, fucking him with that... stench!
>God, how fucking gross of me!
>...
>...
>...
>Fuck it, I still would

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>Sweet land of America and warm climates, Canada is fucking freezing
>You thought it wouldn't be THAT bad, and that maybe you'd impress Winnie's family by showing how resilient you are to the cold by wearing just a t-shirt and khakis
>But you haven't been outside the house for more than a minute and already you want to die
>Winnie wanted you to come with her to visit her family, show who she has been dating for more than half a year
>Living there is her mother, father, two brothers about her age, and a three year old sister
>Just from one glance you can tell that they're, simply put, manly men
>Shit, even Winnie's mom is intimidating, and you're pretty sure Winnie's sister could hurt you by those glares she's giving you
>You knew that having them accept Winnie dating a human was gonna be a hard decision, but one that's as big of a wuss as you?
>They'd probably boot you out in the middle of this forest and tell you to find your own way home back to Pussyville
>The father's reaction to you seemed... OK, but you could tell he was studying you, how you carried yourself, talked, even shook his hand
>The mother was short, and she shied away to talk with Winnie; possibly asking her what she saw in you
>Then her brothers, who ask you what you do, if you work out, other stuff like that and talk about their own schedule
>And the sister wants you dead, or has really bushy eyebrows and just likes to look at you; you're not too certain
>Anyway, it's obvious: they're trying to see if you're good enough for her, and you're damn well gonna prove it to them
>Even if it means getting hypothermia because FUCK it was a bad idea going out early in the morning to chop firewood in a t-shirt
>They didn't ask you, but you stepped up upon noticing their firewood stash running low
>You probably wont be as fast or efficient as the others, but at least showing that you can still lift your weight and do semi-hard work may help out in the long run
>You got to show you're good for her

>Why isn't this wood breaking apart?
>While half of your swings miss the center and instead just chip it, the ones that do connect only go down a few inches without cracking it
>You knew you wouldn't be as good as the others at this, but you haven't gotten cuts anywhere as decent as what you saw online
>Your "pile", consisting of two chunks of wood, is a bunch of scraps that would be too much of a hassle to bring inside the house
>You would've kept on going out of fear of family disappointment, but Winnie comes out and asks if you need help
>"N-no, it's j-j-just that I'm not use-used to it." you stammer out due to the cold
>"Anon, you're turning blue! Go inside, I'll finish up here, OK?" Winnie says, taking the ax from your freezing fingers
>You want to take the ax back, but she's right, it was fucking retarded of you to go out here without a jacket
>You walk towards the house and Winnie calls out, "When I'm done, how about you and me sit in front of the fire? Have some drinks, you know?"
>As much as you really want to take her up, you know it'll look really weak of you to do that "I-It's Okay! I'll j-just go help s-someone else!" you shout back, heading back inside
>The heat of the house blasts your cold body once you enter
>You make sure to actually put on a jacket, then search the house for someone else to help out
>You find Winnie's mother outside in a shed looking over something on a counter
>You tell her that Winnie offered to help you out with the firewood and that you would assist someone else here
>She doesn't greet you warmly, still wary of you, but in turning to see you reveals what's behind her:
>A bloodied rabbit, the skin only halfway off of the corpse revealing the muscle beneath
>You clench your jaw, stopping yourself from retching
>You're fine with eating meat, but seeing it like that really makes you queasy
>She says that she'd be fine with someone helping with the rabbits, as she points to the multiple rabbits needed to be prepared

>"You fine with getting the guts out?" she asks, pointing a bloody claw to the rabbit she's currently working on
>You force a fake bravado "Oh yeah! I did it all the time at home, with... squirrels and... foxes."
>She looks at you with confusion. "Foxes? Why are you... Nevermind, let me just finish skinning this one and you can get started."
>The skinning was rather swift, she removed the fur within a few minutes and added it to a growing pile in the corner of the shed
>She uses her claw to make an incision on the rabbits gut, providing a entrance for you to get the organs
>"Just put them there when you get them out. We wont be needing them. And just... snap them out, I don't think you'll need a knife for them." she says, pointing to a bucket quarter full of rabbit guts
>'It's just like science class, it's nothing to feel sick about... Just that I gotta use my fingers.' you think to yourself
>You stick your fingers inside of the corpse
>Already you have to force yourself to not feel sick or groan
>Slowly you begin to remove the organs piece by piece, though apparently not fast enough
>Once you got the intestines out, she already has two more rabbits ready for you
>You try and speed up the process, but you can't grab... whatever it is that's past the guts
>You're struggling just to grasp it, each time it slips away
>"You got that?" Winnie's mother asks, having five rabbits ready for you to gut
>"Yeah, it's just a bit... slippery, ya know?" you answer, still trying to firmly grasp it
>"Look, I'll take care of this and the others, it's just father that way. You... eh, do something else. And try not to lie when you say you know about stuff you really don't." she says, shooing you off as she resumes hacking about the rabbits
>You wash your hands once back inside, taking notice of the firewood next to the fireplace
>A furry hand grasps your shoulder, you turn and feel relief that it belongs to Winnie
>"Anon, can you come with me? To my room?" she asks

>Her room is like that of her other room in America, though more rustic
>Winnie sits on her bed, motioning for you to sit next to her
>Taking a seat beside her, she asks you "Listen, I know you're just trying to help, but just what are you doing?"
>"I... just want to show your parents that I'm helpful-"
>"No," she says, cutting you off. "You're acting like you're trying to be their... equal or something, like you're just like them only not... well, a werewolf."
>"What are you talking about?" you ask, lying through your teeth
>"Don't play dumb, I saw doing it with my brothers and father. And earlier..." she says, crossing her arms while looking down the corner of her eyes
>"What am I supposed to do? They wont want you dating me if they see me as a... cushy, soft person, you know?"
>Winnie grabs your elbow, looking at you in the eyes "Anon, I'm not dating you because you're a big, burly guy who's good at what my family does."
>"I'm dating you because you're a great person, Anon. I like how you wrap your arms around me when we watch a movie, or how you try to cheer me up when I'm feeling sad, or just being there when I want you to be." she says, ending with a small smile
>"And if they don't want you to be like that, then I don't want to take their advice. Now come on, there's hot cocoa packets in the pantry. We can make some and sit near the fire, alright?" she says, standing up and leaving for the kitchen
>And so you did, your mind flowing with ecstasy over what she told you

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>Winnie will never be absolutely furious at you
>She will never glare at you and prepare her tirade before she suddenly stops
>Her eyes will narrow as she looks absentmindedly past you with a frown
>Her breathing steadily quickens
>The clawed finger she was pointing at you goes to her mouth and she softly bites its joint
>You consider leaving while she's distracted with... whatever's wrong with her
>You slowly start stepping away
>Turns out she's not all the way gone
>Her hand shoots out and tightly grips your wrist
>"I'm not done with you."
>She pulls you closer and growls "Come with me or be dragged."
>Reluctantly, you follow her while she keeps a grasp on your wrist
>She leads you to her room and forces you to her bed
>You take a seat, anxious over what she'll say or do
>Winnie climbs up and continues to glare at you
>Looking down at the bed, she quietly says "Start rubbing."
>"What?"
>"You heard me!" she shouts
>You have no clue what to do
>Shakily, you start rubbing her shoulders, made awkward that you're doing so sitting in front of her
>With an angry sigh, she grabs your hand again and directs it to her body
>Past the clothes, you think you feel a...
>Oh
>Winnie's breathing starts to pick up again
>"Keep going." she commands

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>Winnie is just going nuts over your touch
>It started with cuddling on the couch while watching TV
>She laid against you with her back to your chest, her head underneath your chin while your arms were wrapped around her body
>But you started getting experimental
>You wondered if she acts like a dog would when pet in the right spots
>You start by scratching lightly at the fur behind her ears
>Her quiet "hmm"s and smile seemed to confirm that felt comfortable to her
>A few more minutes and you move on to the top of her head, putting more force to your scratching
>Her reaction seemed to intensify, eyelids dropping slightly as she began to lose focus on the show
>Time for the moment of truth
>You stop scratching her head
>She seemed disappointed, turning to look at you to ask for more
>That is until your hands reached her midsection
>Her eyes widened and she froze
>Then you started rubbing
>She remained still for the first few rubs, her eyes wide open as she stared blankly at the wall
>You were afraid of her berating you, until you noticed her legs twitching
>Speeding up your rubbing, she closes her eyes and her lips widen to a goofy smile
>Her leg speeds up, going from twitching to full tapping
>However, you noticed you can't get as much reach with her on you
>You shift yourself out of the couch and leave her belly-side up before you continue and speed up once again
>She begins to pant like a dog would and kicks her legs wildly
>Then, time seemed to slow to a crawl
>You see her legs start shifting towards you while she was lost in pleasure
>Her leg working like a piston is reared back, ready to shoot out once again
>You're no math person with trajectory, but you could see her foot aimed dead center at your groin
>A deep primal fear swamps your mind, freezing your nerves as you realize the destruction you've wrought upon yourself
>You can't stop it
>You're nowhere near fast enough to avoid it
>Oh heavens above, what have you done?

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>By Cousin Itt's luscious locks there's fucking hair everywhere
>It's in the hallway
>It's in the bathroom
>It's in your bed
>Oh what the fuck, it's even in the refrigerator?!
>It doesn't take a genius to figure out the source of the dozens of fur clumps littering the house
>After a bit of searching, you discover Winnie in the living room
>She's hunched over the small table, fearfully staring at several sheets of paper
>Worse yet, she looks like a shaved English Sheepdog
>With every shift, scratch of her head, or tug of her fur, small hairs fall out and collect on the table and ground
>You tap her shoulder and she looks up to you in shock
>You offered to help her out with whatever she was looking at, insisting that she took a break and calmed down
>She nods and leaves the room, probably to bed to sleep off the horrors of what she was doing
>Speaking of which, just what was she looking at?
>Shaking off the hair, you read the top of the papers to try and tell what they are
>And it's...
>Tax forms
>You look at the papers in disbelief, surprised something as small as this was freaking her out this much
>You make a mental note to never ask Winnie if she could deal with filling out the papers again

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>Winnie appreciates everything Anon does for her
>The calm moments they have, joining her on hunting, even just small stuff like kissing and snuggling
>It makes her feel... nice
>Less screams or treating her differently for not being human
>Just normal stuff
>But she swears she's going to die of heatstroke someday
>Her fur in normal room temperatures is warm enough, too close to a fire and she starts getting uncomfortable, under the covers alongside Anon wrapped around her is just too much
>She has to sleep with the covers off of her just to cool off, but Anon's still pinned to her back fast asleep
>She doesn't know how he can stand this sort of heat
>Maybe it's comfortable to him? He's always complaining about being cold while it's 70 degrees
>That doesn't mean she wants him to stop though; it's very sweet
>A bit of a conflicting feeling, she really wants to stay cooled down
>But him being so close to her while asleep makes her want to stay as is despite burning up
>Maybe tomorrow she'll figure out something
>She'll endure the heat for now

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>>95889335
requesting winnie trying on flannel shirts in an 80s style montage and anon being confused as to how she's changing clothes so quickly

>"So how's this?" Winnie asks, stepping out of the dressing room donning a red and black striped flannel shirt
>"Weren't you wearing that when we came in?" you ask sincerely
>"No, look Anon; can't you see the pocket here?" she huffs, pointing to the obscured lining of a pocket on her breast
>You groan and lean back on the uncomfortable bench, the fatigue of clothes shopping mixed with the annoyance of bright fluorescent lights and plain, unimaginative white walls doing a number on your sanity
>"Can't you just pick some and we can go already?" you yawn as you rub your eyes to rid the stinging
>"No, I want to wear something that you and I both want." Winnie grumbles, walking back into the room and closing the door behind her
>"Can't I just say they're all fine? They all look the same anyway, Win-" you begin to complain, cut off prematurely by Winnie exiting the dressing room with a green flannel shirt
>"What about this?" she asks, pinching and pulling the fabric of the chest of the shirt forward with both hands and letting it go and fall back to her form
>"Ugh... Green's good, blue's fine, red's great; just get the ones you want, they're all good on you to me." you groan
>"You just said you think red's great though." Winnie snaps, going back into the dressing room to change once more
>Sighing in frustration as you accidentally extended your stay in this horrifically boring hell, you rest your head on your hands and cover your eyes in an attempt to block out the dull surroundings
>You weren't keeping track exactly, but it was only seconds till you heard the door open
>Looking up, Winnie is in a bright red flannel shirt and silently awaits your judgement
>Before you can think of something to convince her and leave, a niggling question emerged
>"... Hey Winnie. How are you changing out of those shirts that fast?" you ask with a confused expression, standing to look into the dressing room and stretch your legs
>"What do you mean?" Winnie asks, moving aside to let you look into the room
>Inside to the left was the neat pile of flannel shirts taken in oh so long ago on a wooden bench, the coat hangers still inside each one, though considerably smaller than when she first entered with them
>But what caught your attention was a different pile at the bottom of the mirror
>Strands and strips of torn flannels compiled into a mass pile, all of various colors and patterns
>Some near the top you recognize as the red and green flannel shirts Winnie showed you a minute ago
>Just from looking, you estimate at least two dozen torn shirts collected together in the pile
>You turn back to Winnie and whisper in a fearful tone, "What did you do?!"
>Shocked, she responds in a hushed manner "I tore out of them! You said you didn't like them so I tore them off! I was gonna throw them away later!"
>"Why the hell would you do that?!" you hiss
>"You said they were all on clearance and that the stores usually throw them away the next month, which you ALSO said is a few days away!" she whispers in anger
>"You still have to buy them! They throw them out when NO ONE BUYS THEM!" you whisper, turning back to the mess in the room
>In a hurry, you grab the remaining shirts and close the door
>Passing the flannel shirts to Winnie, you say "We'll take these; we have to leave now."
>In a hurry, you bring Winnie along to the store counter and buy the shirts
>Thankfully, you and Winnie leave before anybody comes to stop you
>You then had to explain to Winnie the concept of "never ever returning to a store"

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>Ever since you moved in with Winnie, you've never slept alone once
>You don't mean that you haven't missed a night of sleeping in bed beside her, rather than whenever you fall asleep, you always wake up with Winnie beside you
>Be it falling asleep on the couch, the recliner, a short nap on the bed, or even putting your head down on the kitchen table; she is always with you
>Just yesterday you fell asleep on the couch after trying and failing to watch TV
>You awoke an hour later and feel something weigh down your legs
>Blinking away the blur in your eyes, you see Winnie completely asleep while laid across your legs on her front
>She must have seen you asleep, dropped whatever she was doing, and joined you on the couch
>You kinda want to get up, but you don't want to risk waking her up and disturbing her peaceful nap
>You brush your hand through the soft, curled orange hair and gently scratch at the spots behind her ear
>She doesn't waken, but you see the hints of a smile creep on her face and her tail slowly move from side to side
>You continue gently scratching spots on her head and body and watching her reactions, deciding to instead wait for her to wake than forcefully awaken her
>Besides, this is more entertaining than whatever show you were watching earlier

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>You found out that Winnie has a particular liking to the color red
>You discovered her reactions to the color on most people, which cause her to fidget, squirm, and even sweat upon spotting them
>You managed to deduce that some werewolves have a kink for red clothing after some internet research
>Though you're unsure why, you stopped reading into it from there and looked around for red clothing to wear, perhaps to indulge her in her fetish
>You got everything: red shirt, red hoodie, red socks, and red boxers
>You hid the clothes in your bedroom till the following night
>After going to bed early and dressing up, you wait for Winnie
>The door to the bedroom opens, Winnie quickly freezing in place upon seeing you atop the covers in your red attire
>You wanted to say something cheesy, but for some reason you quickly lost consciousness
>The last few seconds you can barely recall
>You think Winnie broke into a sprint and leaped onto you, but the rest of your memories are blank
>You think it's morning, telling by the trace amounts of light peeking through the curtains
>There are scraps of red clothing everywhere
>You're completely bare with a sleeping Winnie on top of you
>And as you try to shift yourself, your hips scream out in pain
>Even the lower parts of your legs are bruised
>You begin to mentally argue with yourself over whether it's worth it to try this again another night

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Just anything cozy would be nice. How about.... teaching Winnie how to cook without it just being raw or burnt meat?

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>"So what was it again?"
>"If it's firm and has a little give, it's medium rare." you explain, poking at the meat with a prong before handing it to Winnie to feel for herself
>"Right, OK..." she mumbles. "And you DON'T want a lot of fire because...?"
>"If it gets too hot, you just burn the outside and leave the inside uncooked." you repeat, Winnie nodding to your advice
>Her eyes stay fixated on the meat, avoiding looking up at you in shame
>After a minute of silence, she says "I'm sorry the meat was bad."
>"No, no, you just needed practice." you respond in a gentle manner, trying to get her mind off of the earlier meal she tried to cook for you
>"I know that you have to cook the meat for yourself whenever we have dinner, so I thought I'd save you the trouble." she said warmly after presenting your burnt mess roughly a half hour ago
>Thankfully you didn't bring up the multiple hairs that were on it
>You think she'd be beating herself up over that too
>With the meat finished, you put it on a plate and say "There, and that's how you do it."
>Winnie still avoids directly looking you in the eyes and speaks with a defeated tone, "I wont cook again; sorry for the bad meal."
>You put the plate aside and grab her shoulder, causing her to look up in reaction
>"Hey, it's a mistake. But that's alright, fuck ups happen." you say, smiling to try to reassure her. "You learned what not to do, and that's good. Look, I'll help you again next time and you'll get better."
>Winnie smiles
>"Thanks."
>You return with Winnie to the living room to eat, still aware that even if she learns to cook wonderfully the food will still have enough hair on it to make a toupee
>Another problem for another day