STORY: Wolf-Girl-Workout [1000 words]

Had a lot of positive feedback for this commission, so as a suitable Halloween treat I wrote a short story about it! Enjoy and as always, feedback appreciated.

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Sunset. The dorm was still warm from the day but cast in a pleasant orange light that scattered colours through Enid Sinclair's room as it passed through her stained glass window. It made the already colourful decorations glow and made her surroudings feel even more soft and cozy than they already were. It was a stark contrast to the other half of the room, which seemed to absorb all colour and light that crossed the midline boundary, leaving a sharp, greyscale and orderly study space. Enid would never fully understand her roommate, Wednesday, and the reverse was likely true. That's why she had been scheduling these sessions for when Wednesday would be out late - which was most nights.

Her fuzzy jumper and loose, comfortable trousers were soon replaced with form fitting - but equally comfortable and colourful sportswear. A striped sports bra styled with her favourite warm hues and some breathable workout shorts. Enid looked down and patted her flat tummy. Well... it wasn't so flat any more. Tightly packed rows of squared muscle laid a path down to her waistband, her flat innie navel framed between them. Even the soft light failed to make the deeply defined lines fade.

Whether a wolfish side-effect or not, Enid had been packing on muscle with ease. Each day she trained she would spot new aspects emphasised by the litheness of her body. A muscular bump here, a deep shadow there. It became as much a reward as the excitement and relief of training itself. She groaned as she leaned forward deep to put down her bright pink yoga mat, then stretched out her hamstrings to touch her toes. The rainbow nail polish of her fingers met her matching toes, but she stretched until she felt the strain. Until her palms pressed to the floor.

Down to her knees, hands on her lap, she stretched out her back with her chin up, picturing herself howling at the moon. She could feel the werewolf strength inside her, eager to get out. She practiced her breathing, her self control as she spent the next few minutes slowly rolling and stretching out her joints.

She was already sweaty by the time she finished - though it may have been the room's warmth or general excitement. All too eagerly, she scooped up the only weight she owned - the only one in the store which was pink - a large, bright kettlebell. Enid thought of him as her little workout partner.

That little workout partner spent the next half hour kicking her ass.

Squats with the weight clutched to her chest, hip thrusts with it pressed down on her hips, and off-balanced lunges until her legs truly felt like jelly. She balanced on it for pushups, hoisted it over her head with great effort for some overhead presses, and hauled it in front of her until her shoulders burned from front lateral raises. Enid kept her movements smooth and steady, even as she felt her energy building. Before this workout was done, she would get the chance to release it.

Body trembling, muscles well and truly tight as she finished a last, brutal set of jump squats, she rested with her hands on her knees, leaning forward and gasping for breath. She pushed sweaty strands of hair aside and looked up to the wooden beam across her ceiling. The one covered in claw marks. The wolf inside her growled, hungrily.

Enid had practiced this, and most of the time it didn't end in disaster. She used a training band (pink, of course) to secure the kettlebell around her waist, climbed up on her bed, and made a great leap for the beam. A woop of joy came as she successfully clasped it, now hanging by her hands some feet from the floor. Then she twisted her hips, shimmying, obluque muscles clenching and flexing as she worked the weighted band over her hips and down her legs. Eventually, she had the kettlebell hanging from her ankles. Her tight abs clenched into hard blocks as she raised her straight legs to horizontal, then back down. The beam creaked above her in time with her breaths.

Ten, twenty, thirty and her smile turned into a scowl. Her sharp teeth gritted, Enid groaned quietly, deep and felt a roar in the back of her throat. She wasn't just a girl, she was a wolf - this was the strength she had. Her stomach muscles clenched and relaxed and she watched her rainbow toes rise and fall with growing effort. Trying to adjust her grip just made her wrists and shoulders hurt, so she clenched tighter as she hung, her already lithe body stretched.

Eventually her reps started to falter, and it felt like the girl was trying to flex a claw-shredded hole where stomach muscles should have been. Then, somehow... fifty.

Just as Enid was about to drop, victorious, something stopped her. Something deep inside wouldn't let her. An animal pride set a fire within her and with this slow realisation, the werewolf parted her lips and ran her tongue over sharp canines, murmuring to herself. "M-more..."

Holding her weighted legs out straight, she waited, exhilirated. Panting turned into growling, and she could barely control the beastly noises ripping themselves from her. Enid felt a pump in her abs like never before as she consciously squeezed the bricks together with an effort that took more determination as they ceased to respond to her. Her sweaty hands started to slip from the beam until her claws grew out and dug hard into the splintering wood. The wolf was refusing to let the girl give in. So the girl kept holding and shaking. As her little workout partner dragged her ankles downward to inevitable muscle failure, Enid tried to heave her pointed toes up, inch by inch. Her quivering sent defined muscles twitching along her thighs, but there was simply nothing more she could do. There were a final ten seconds where, without thinking, she threw her head back with a mighty howl. Girl and beast were one in those blissful few moments.

It felt like she had released something. Gotten it out of her system. Most people would get this from a sauna or massage, but Enid got it from working like, well... a dog. The thought would have made her chuckle if she had breath to spare.

She let the weight drop onto the yoga mat as quietly as she could, but the loud bang of its fall evidenced the kind of weight the teen had been working with. Enid herself managed to drop a touch more delicately, rubbing her stomach with the tight, sweat slicked skin pulling over her abs. It felt good to let loose.

As she closed her eyes and reached up in a deep, deep stretch that eased the tension from her aching abs, she felt a gust of cold air. The room seemed to darken a touch. Colour was absorbed by a shadowy figure in the doorway that looked through her with dark eyes and spoke in a flat, unimpressed voice. "Vanity is a mortal sin, you know."

Enid put her hands on her hips, and a bead of sweat rolled down the pumped ridges of her sixpack as she replied with a wide smile - "Jealousy doesn't suit you, Roomie!"