Werewolf Girlfriend: Sheba (complete)

Female Reader x Female Monster (both cis)

It’s pouring rain as you drive, and somehow you know you’ve made a wrong turn. Not too long ago, you passed over a picturesque bridge, which you remember because you made a mental note to return to take a better look. But when you turned around to head back, the bridge was covered by the overflow of the river.

“Oh, boy.” You sit in your car and stare out the windshield, trying to think of what to do. Your eyes wander over a nearby sign: ‘Hearthway Forest Nature Reserve, 5 Miles’. You decide to drive that way to find somewhere dry to shelter, and more town signs appear on the roadside as you go. How serendipitous, you think. Maybe you can hang out at a cafe until the rain ends.

You park and slip on your hoodie, then put your laptop case inside close to your chest. You should have packed your umbrella before you left, but you didn’t listen to your better judgement. You rush through the rain to the cafe. It’s quiet inside, with only a few people seated at the tables, and even the staff seems to be waiting out this rainstorm.

You’re looking over the menu hanging above you just as someone else comes into the cafe. “Excuse me.” She has a gruff voice but when you look at her she has the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen. She walks around you to the counter, where she plucks up a paper bag. You notice her leather jacket is dripping wet, as are parts of her hair. “You’re not going back out in that, are you, Sheba?” someone behind the counter asks.

“The Locklear Bridge is out, so I can’t exactly go home at the moment,” the woman scoffs. “I’ll probably have to shack up at the motel tonight.”

You screw up your courage. “Excuse me, but could you tell me where the motel is? I’m afraid I’m stuck here for the night, too.”

Sheba turns and looks down at you, beautiful eyes sharp, stance stiff and defensive. “You go across the street.” She points out the window. “Then you make a left turn down Deep Holler road. Once you come to the end of it, you make a right, and it’s there.”

“Across, left, right,” you murmur. “Thank you!”

A slight smile appears on Sheba’s face. “Not from here, are you?”

You shake your head. “I think I crossed that Locklear Bridge you were talking about. I got turned around on my way to Asheville and ended up here.”

Sheba suppresses a smug look. “You really did get turned around. Asheville is about an hour back that way.”

Your jaw drops as you look at her. “That’s what I get for using the Post-It Note system!” You stomp your foot. “I can’t afford a smartphone. Really, I still have a flip phone! So I lay out sticky notes along my dashboard with directions and…”

Sheba tries to keep from outright laughing at you. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh.” She combs her fingers through her long, dark hair, sweeping it away from her face. “I don’t even have a phone myself. I’ve just never heard of a Post-It Note system.”

You blush from embarrassment, but also because Sheba is so pretty. She’s so tall and fit, she would actually look pretty scary if you weren’t in such a cute cafe. “I’ve used it since high school, but thank you for the directions. Once it stops raining, I’ll try to get back to Asheville.”

“It usually rains for a few days in a row here,” Sheba warns. “You could get stuck for a few days.”

“Oh.” You begin to deflate..

“It’s a cool town, though. You might like it here.” Sheba walks by you to the door, and when she exits you can see her heading for a motorcycle parked outside.

You stay at the cafe for a bit, long enough to enjoy a warm drink and a particularly fancy sandwich. After that, you go to the motel and reserve a room. As you unlock the room’s door, the next one over opens, and Sheba walks out with an ice bucket in her hand. “You again,” she says with a smile.

“Hi,” you say shyly.

Sheba looks you over. “Guess my directions worked, then?”

“Better than my usual system.” You shrug then fidget with your hair. “So, you live here?” You ask.

“Kind of,” Sheba sighs. “I help part-time at the garage here, repairing motorcycles. But when I’m not here, I live a little further out of town. What about you?”

Your heart sputters. What about you? You swallow and try to sort your thoughts. “I’m doing research for a book I’m writing. I was also going to meet with a doctor for my daughter.”

Sheba raises her eyebrows. “Really?”

You don’t know why you feel like opening up to her. You’ve been on the road for a while now, and you really wanted to talk to someone. You nod. “She’s two, and… It’s a long story, but her current pediatrician says she’s showing signs of autism. There’s a doctor in Asheville she highly recommended so…” You stop, wondering if you’ve unloaded too much.

“I get it,” Sheba says with a soft smile. “If the doctor works out, then you’ll be moving down here, right?”

“Yeah. It’s closer to her grandparents, too.”

Sheba nods. “And that’s why all you can afford is the flip phone?”

“You’re really good at this,” you laugh.

“Nah,” she shrugs. “I’ve just seen all sorts in my life. But you know, maybe it’s fate you ended up here in Hearthway Hollow. It’s a pretty good place to raise a kid. Good schools, good neighborhood. And it isn’t as expensive as Asheville can get when it comes to housing.”

You feel almost goofy around Sheba. She’s so pretty, and her dark hair and skin look so perfectly soft. You’ve always had a hard time talking to beautiful women, but somehow it’s a little easier with Sheba, even if you’ve only just met. “Maybe you can show me around?” Your voice cracks.

Sheba’s eyes widen. “You sure about that?”

“No.” You stiffen. “It’s just a saying.”

She grins and starts to chuckle. “Maybe.” She starts to walk away. “Get some rest, Post-It Note girl.” She lifts the ice bucket above her head to wave it.

You step into your room and rub your face, trying to rid yourself of the embarrassment. Then you call Harmony, your daughter, and talk with her for a bit. After a shower, you nestle into bed and take out your laptop to do a search on Hearthway Hollow. You see some good things, and the pictures of the town make it seem so calendar-ready. Then you find a website called the Spoopy Report, which has dozens of articles about monsters - specifically werewolves - in Hearthway Hollow. You have a laugh and decide to go to bed.

In the morning, it’s still raining. You exit your room, hoping to find a good place to get breakfast, and as you zip up your hoodie Sheba comes out of her room as well. You look at each other. Sheba has something in her hand, which she tucks behind her back. “Where’s a good breakfast place?” you ask, a little breathless.

“I was just headed that way myself,” Sheba says with a smirk. “The diner is down the way from here.”

“Would you like a ride, then? I mean, if we’re going to the same place.”

Sheba’s cheeks darken. “You don’t have to.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.” Your stomach is doing flips.

Sheba bites her lip, then sighs. “Okay. It’s still raining anyway.”

She follows you down to your car, taking the passenger seat, which you quickly scoop garbage out of. “Sorry about that.” You toss everything into the back seat and start up the car, and Sheba looks out her window. “Just tell me where to go.”

“Make a right out of the parking lot and it’s straight ahead.” She’s still fidgeting with the thing in her hand, which she’s trying to put into her jacket pocket. You’re quiet, unsure how to talk to her. Once at the diner, you get seated together at a small booth near the window. You look out the window and across the street to a wall of huge trees.

“You know…” you start. “I saw something online last night while I was researching this town.”

Sheba rolls her eyes. “Is it the werewolf thing?”

“Yeah,” you giggle. “I thought it was so funny. Is it because of the wolf reserve or something?”

“Those paranormal investigator types have been going off about that for years. Ages ago, this photo started popping up everywhere. It looked like a giant wolf walking around on two legs. Ever since there have been rumors about the Hearthway Hollow werewolves everywhere. To be fair, it’s drummed up a lot of tourism, which has helped the town grow quite a bit.”

“Did you grow up here?” you ask.

Sheba shrugs. “Kind of. Wound up here as a shitty little kid, and I sort of got roped into the Locklear family.”

“Like the bridge?”

Her smile grows. “Yeah. They’re a big family here, really amazing people. But even around them, I’ve always been a loner.”

“What a line,” you giggle.

Sheba arches a brow and smirks. “I’m trouble, too,” she says teasingly. “You may wanna be careful around me, I’ve been known to charm the pants off a few women.”

Your cheeks burn. “You wouldn’t have to work too hard with me, I’m afraid. I’m a sucker for a pretty face!” You stop, mortified.

The smile that spreads across Sheba’s face is dangerous; a mix of seduction and coyness. She reaches into her pocket and lays a smartphone down on the table. “I remembered I had this. A friend at work gave it to me, but I’m not good with technology so it just sat in my saddlebag. I thought you could use it better than me.”

“I can’t take that! That’s a really expensive phone.”

“And?” Sheba shrugs. “To me it’s useless. For you it’s a chance to escape the horror of post-it notes.” Her smile returns. “Not only that you could do that fancy video call stuff with your kid.”

Your heart is pounding rapidly. “Then let me buy breakfast! It’s the least I can do.”

Sheba tilts her head to the side. “You don’t need to do anything. I’m actually glad to be rid of it. Just seeing you happy about it does my cold heart a world of good.”

You wind up spending the day with Sheba, and the rain lets up just enough that she can show you some of the sights. Once it starts pouring again, you go to the grocery store. Sheba buys beer and snacks, and you buy a few things as well. Then you return to the motel and hang out, watching bad TV while snacking and enjoying the beer. You also get the phone set up and switched to your account. “You sure you don’t want this?” you ask Sheba again.

“I told you, I’m not used to tech and shit. I’m good with motors and wrenches, not buttons and screens.” She looks back to the TV. “It suits you better than me.”

“That’s very sweet. Thank you.”

The next day, you drive to Asheville and meet with the doctor, who is wonderful. You set up future appointments for Harmony, then head back to Hearthway Hollow to look for places to move to within the next couple of months. Sheba ends up being a big help, and helps you find an apartment close to the school and park. A month later, when you pull up with your truck full of boxes, Sheba is there to help you unload. One evening, as you sit in your half-empty apartment, Sheba arrives with takeout. “You’ve been such an angel through all this.” you say as you stretch out on the floor, full and exhausted. “How can I ever repay you?”

Sheba leans over you, one hand beside your head while she looks down at you. Your heart is long gone, having raced out your chest the moment Sheba came close. You close your eyes instinctively, and then you feel her soft lips press against yours. You reach up to run your fingers through her thick hair, then cup your palms around her face. Sheba pulls away reluctantly. “I don’t mean to make you think I want you to repay me with…”

“Be quiet and do it again.” You close the gap between you, but Sheba pulls away again, holding your shoulders firmly. “Wait,” she breathes. “There’s something else I need to tell you before… well, before anything.” She stands up and moves away from you.

“What’s wrong?” You fear it’s something to do with you. Maybe she doesn’t want to date somebody with a kid? She said she was a loner, and being saddled with a child could complicate dating.

Sheba takes a deep breath. “It’s so weird to talk about.” She looks over at you. “Remember when you first looked up Hearthway Hollow and you found those… the werewolf stories?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

Sheba frowns. “It’s hard to explain, let alone make it sound like I’m not trying to pull a prank.” She looks at you, half-guilty and half-afraid. “It’s more than that. It’s a lot more. I just…” She looks frustrated.

You stand up and try to approach her. “Is it something bad?”

She shakes her head. “No. Not really. I mean, it depends on how you feel about…” She hesitates and looks away again. “Do you scare easily?”

You touch her face, smoothing your palm across her skin. Your heartbeat has returned, pounding hard inside your ears. Your mind races with fright, but only because you could lose Sheba. The past two months, you’ve relied so much on her kindness. Without her you wouldn’t have discovered this town, found your new home. She’s been so wonderful it’s hard to imagine being here without her. You move your hand away. “Are you suggesting that werewolves are real?”

Sheba nods in silence.

You’re not sure how to take this. “And you’re one of them?”

Sheba nods again. “I know this sounds insane, but I can show you. I can prove it. But I don’t want to scare you away.” Her voice trembles. “The moment I met you in the cafe, I knew. It scared me. But you kept appearing next to me. You kept coming here, and…” Tears well up in her eyes. “I don’t want to lose you.”

You take a moment to breathe and think through this. “If you’re lying to me or trying to scare me, I won’t find it funny. I won’t like you for it. But if you’re honest, then that’s enough.”

Sheba steps back, removing her jacket and her shirt. She takes off her bra, keeping her muscled arm over her chest. Her hair looks wilder, then her eyes. Your eyes nearly bulge from your head as you watch her shift. Sheba bends over, bones popping and cracking. It sounds painful, but she makes no noises of effort or pain. You stand frozen, unsure if you should run or wait for her to look at you again. Silence descends, and the long, furred shape before you is still. She raises her eyes and looks at you, expecting you to run, but she doesn’t move.

“It’s a good thing Harmony likes dogs,” you whisper.

Sheba trembles.

“It’s okay.” You move to her side, touching her fur and holding her face between your hands. “Isn’t it?”

“I hope so,” she says softly, in an all-too-human voice. “You’re not afraid?”

You shake your head and smile. “I’m in disbelief. Half of me thinks I’m dreaming.”

Sheba nuzzles against your cheek. “Me too.” Gradually, she opens up and tells you the history of Hearthway Hollow, how the town shelters its population of werewolves and establishes traditions for them. “It was hard doing the courtship ritual. The best I could do was give you the phone, then help you find a place. I couldn’t do the whole thing.” she says shyly.

“I think you did great,” you say brightly. “You did more for me than I ever could have expected. I was just a stranger when we met.”

Sheba leans in close, placing her palm on your face and gently smoothing her fingertips across your skin. “But I knew right away who you were. And for me, that meant the world.” Her smile brightens and her muzzle wrinkles. “I wanted to do everything I possibly could to show you I was worthy.”

You lean in, kissing her and feeling her fur against your cheek. Sheba soon has her hands under your clothes, pulling at them and reaching up under your sports bra. You whimper against her cheek, hugging her close so she can feel more. “Is this okay?” Sheba whispers.

You nod shakily. “Please. It’s been a long time. Just be easy on me.”

Sheba lays you out, tugging down your leggings and kissing your bare belly. Her beautiful eyes flick up to you, watching you as her kisses move lower. You’re so excited by this vision, this beauty before you, that your legs open easily for Sheba. Her strong paws massaged into your hips, your thighs. She glances lower and licks her chops. “How lovely.”

You can’t help but giggle. “Oh, hush.”

“Okay, I will.” Sheba moves in, her long tongue pressing against you. You hold your breath, leaning all the way back on the bed, and shut your eyes tight as Sheba’s touch becomes more intense, causing your fluids to seep onto her tongue. Sheba moans hungrily, and you reach down and bunch your fist in the fur at the top of her head, making her ears flick. Finally opening your eyes, you look down and see her gazing back up at you. You moan, letting her hear your voice, and Sheba moans in return, planting her tongue deep inside you.

When your legs begin to shudder Sheba pulls away, licking her lips and panting. “One second.” She takes your leg and drapes it over her shoulder, then dives back in, her tongue slipping back inside while a finger thrums against your clit. You cry out in surprise and bite your lip to keep from being too loud. Sheba looks up at you, her finger moving in slow, even circles. You squeeze internally, feeling her tongue pressing upwards inside you.

“Sheba,” you pant.

Her eyes are hungry. She changes the motions of her finger again, and in a split second you throw yourself back on the bed, pulling her thick fur and whining at the heat coursing through your body.

Sheba rises, licking her chops again with a smug smile on her face. “Good girl,” she rasps. “Did you enjoy that?”

Your face is red and your body is hot all over. Everything feels so cold against your skin, except for Sheba. She feels equally as hot as you. You smile as you look at her, unable to talk just yet but eager to reciprocate. Sheba lies down beside you, curling up against your side, and you run your hand down her body and curl it between her thighs, finding her wet and hot. You burrow your fingers deeper until she moans into your ear. “Oh, wow,” you groan back. “You’re so wet.”

“Can you blame me?” she grunts. “You tasted so good.”

You move your fingers inside her, feeling her inner walls clamp around you. “I should repay the favor.”

Sheba shakes her head. “Stay here.” She cups your breast. “Like this, where I can see you.” She kisses you, sighing against your lips as your fingers glide over her clit. Her hips jerk and she moans against your skin.

“You have a nice clit, too.” You move your fingers in slow circles. “It’s so responsive.”

Sheba grits her teeth and throws her head back. “Been a while for me, too.”

You kiss Sheba, rolling her onto her back so you can climb on top. You press kisses to her neck and chest as you rub her clit faster, and her hips buck upwards, meeting your hand eagerly. “Harder,” she pants. “Harder!”

You do as she commands, watching her face as you feel her loins tremble. She snarls and bucks, then jerks harshly away from you, turning her head to bury it in the pillow. Her breaths are hard and heavy. You kiss down her body until you’re between her thighs and lick her clean, feeling her buck and shudder. “Enough,” Sheba mewls weakly. “You’ll make my heart explode.”

You give her folds one last kiss, then fall into her arms where she crushes you, kissing you over and over until you both fall into a deep sleep.

In the morning, you wake up alone. You begin to panic when you receive a phone call from Harmony and your mother, who will be coming that afternoon with more stuff to move in. You get up to run to the window, but as you do Sheba comes through the door. She smiles and lifts a carton of coffee and a bag from the diner. You smile with relief, listening to your mother brag about how good Harmony was about packing her things. You kiss Sheba on the cheek, then take your coffee as she starts to set breakfast up.

“I can’t wait to see you today. You’re going to love it here,” You tell Harmony, then beam up at Sheba. “There’s someone really special I want you to meet. I know you’ll be best friends.”

You wrap your arms around Sheba and fall back into bed with her. Her kisses are soft, with a hungry edge. Sometimes she bites your lip, or her fingers dig into you a little hard. You like it, though, and you like her more than that. The food smells so good that your stomach grumbles in impatient hunger. “Maybe we should get you fed before we try to do anything else today,” Sheba laughs. She helps you up and points you to the table.

“You know, I think I have a new idea for a book,” you tell her.

“Really?” Sheba kisses your cheek and temple. “What about?”

“Something about werewolves. Maybe something romantic.”

Sheba opens the styrofoam takeout box and sighs in pleasure at the fragrant steam wafts up. “A bit predictable, don’t you think?”

“Maybe,” you giggle. “But I think I’m already attached to the idea.”