Rougarou Girlfriend: Gisela 2 (complete)

There are still no signs of hunters in Hearthway Hollow, but Adam insists on staying vigilant just in case. I kind of agree - they could be waiting for us to drop our guard. Then again, part of me wonders if there isn’t already someone here. Hearthway Hollow is a quiet place and it usually takes care of itself. The pack keeps the peace, but it’s my job to assure it. Adam leads the wolves, I lead the humans, and I’m lucky that Adam sees us on equal footing.

I haven’t seen Gisela in a long while. She told me that the new moon marks the peak of her transformations. The moon is waning quickly, so she must be at the high point. I keep messaging her, but she only sends the shortest replies.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“I’ll be fine.” She answers.

After this back-and-forth has gone on for a while, I want to make sure. “You don’t have to reply, but I just want you to know you can tell me anything. If you’re in pain, if you’re worried about your appearance, I want to know. But it’s up to you to tell me.”

I’m surprised by how quickly she texts me back. “It isn’t just that.”

“What’s happened? Did something happen in Louisiana?”

“No.” Those two letters are suspended on the screen for a long time before she starts typing again. “Something a little more embarrassing.”

“I see. Anything you feel like sharing?”

“I would like to. But I’m not sure how I’ll react.”

I’m a bit confused by her wording. “How I’ll react, or, how you’ll react?”

“Me. Even the slightest thing could set me off. Even just thinking about you sometimes makes me salivate.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Sort of?”

It takes longer than I care to admit for it to click what Gisela is trying not to say out loud. “Busy month, I take it?”

“It happens. I just wish it didn’t when I’m fully transformed. Makes it harder to, you know?”

“Even in Louisiana?”

“For me, personally.”

“Are you okay, though?” I ask again. “You can tell me if there’s anything I can do for you.”

There’s a long pause before she replies. “I miss you. I keep thinking about you. But I need to be careful.”

“I understand. I usually don’t have that effect on women, but I get it.”

“You have an effect on me.”

I smile to myself. “The offer stands. I’d like to see you again. It’s been a long time. But you know what’s best for you, so I’ll wait for your word.”

“Thanks, Alex.”

That evening, I’m sitting on the porch at home, enjoying the rain and the cool breeze it brings. I dread how humid it will be tomorrow, but at least for now it’s nice. I sip my beer, which is ice-cold, and try to focus on the pages in front of me. 

The sound of the rain shifts, like it’s falling on something soft in the woods. I hear breathing - it’s faint, but I can tell it’s there. After years of growing up with three brothers, I’ve grown very alert in the dark. Any one of them could have been lurking with shaving cream or noogies. I set my book aside and look into the woods. I think I see fireflies glowing in the shadows, but the lights are fixed and very still. Eyes.

I take a steadying breath and stand from my seat, moving closer to the edge of the porch. I smell a faint whiff of perfume in the air. 

“It’s raining. You should come inside.” I extend my hand out beyond the porch. “It can’t be comfortable for you.”

The intruder places her hand in mine. The skin is velvety, with tufts of fur on the knuckles and back of her hand. “It wasn’t raining when I left.” Gisela steps up onto the porch, her face in shadows and her hair hanging out of her hoodie. She’s gotten taller, and stands just a few inches over me. Her back is hunched, causing her shoulders to slope forward. Her skin is dark, almost black, with hints of yellow and green. There are patches of fur along her hips and legs, and a long, bony tail extends behind her. 

“I’ll get you something to dry off with. Come on in.” I clasp her hand, bringing her into my home. She stands in the doorway with her head lowered while I fetch towels from the bathroom. As I return, I hear her sniffling. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

“I don’t know why I came here.” Gisela begins to cry. She places her hands inside the hoodie. “I wanted to see you so bad. But I know I’m...”

“I’m glad you’re here,” I say gently. “I wanted to see you too.”

Gisela shakes her head furiously. “Not like this.”

“Especially like this.” I offer the towel again. “You’re soaked through. If you want, I’ll get you one of my hoodies.”

“Would you...” She hiccups. “Would you mind?”

I smile. “Not at all. I’ll be right back.” I go to my bedroom and fetch a hoodie from my winter storage. When I come back out, I see the back of Gisela’s bared head as she’s drying herself off. Her skull is slightly pointed, and her hair hangs down around sharp ears, almost like a Doberman’s.

“I’ll put it here.” I set the hoodie on the table. “When you’re ready, I’ll be in my bedroom. Just knock on the door.”

“Okay.” Gisela’s voice sounds small.

I sit on the foot of my bed, taking in deep breaths. I’m excited, but so nervous. In the midst of trying to clear my thoughts, I hear a knock on the door.

“I’m ready,” Gisela says from the other side.

I step out to meet her. She’s wearing my old college hoodie, and it looks a bit bigger on her than the previous one. “You look cute,” I say with a smile.

Gisela fidgets with her fingers. “It smells like you. I like it, but it’s a bit like playing with fire.”

“Are you okay?” I ask. “I can drive you home if you’re worried.”

“I can behave.” She tugs the hem of the hoodie down. “I really wanted to see you.”

“Would you like something to drink, then? I have some leftovers if you’re hungry.” I move to the fridge.

“Alcohol might be a bad idea for me right now. Wouldn’t want these claws pawing at you, would you?” She holds her hands out flat, showing me her rough, leathery palms and the sharply curled claws where her nails had once been.

I look them over and sigh. “You don’t know what I want.” I give her a grin, then take her hand and kiss the center of her palm.

“Easy!” Gisela snatches her hand back. “You don’t know what your smile does to me.”

“Sorry,” I force the smile down. “I have popsicles. Do you like grape?”

Gisela nods her head. “I do.”

I take one out for her. “Growing up, me and my brothers used to always fight over them. Now I can have them all to myself if I want.”

“Do your brothers still live here?” I see a black tongue extend from the hoodie, and a spark of excitement bounces in my gut. 

“Two of them do. One started working with a traveling carnival a few years ago, but he still visits here often.” I lean on the counter which divides us. “What about you? I know your mothers have adopted a lot of kids throughout the years. Do you still keep in touch?”

She nods. “I have a couple I’m much closer to, though.” I see that black tongue again as it catches droplets that fall from the popsicle.

“What about your home in Louisiana?” I ask. “Have you heard anything?”

Gisela sighs. “Things seem calm, but everyone is so afraid to leave. They’re starting to worry about food.”

“Is there anything we can do? Surely if we sent Billy and Beau down there, we could get some supplies in on their trucks, not to mention it’s Billy and Beau.”

Gisela chuckles softly. “They want to wait. They don’t want anyone else to get hurt.” She clears her throat. “Sorry. I’m just… feeling a bit warm all of a sudden.”

“Do you want to step outside?”

Gisela shakes her head. “No. I just need a moment to, um...”

“Take off the hood,” I suggest. “Your ears are what’s holding in the heat.”

Gisela goes still. The popsicle starts to melt onto her fingers. “I don’t want you to see me.”

I furrow my brow. “Why not?”

“I just don’t.”

I sigh. “Okay. That’s fine. But I still think you’re beautiful, Gisela, no matter what. The way you play with your fingers, the way you talk - none of that changes. You’re still a sweet, lovely woman to me.”

“Rougarou aren’t pretty,” she whispers.

“Says who?” I ask. “Who’s told you that to your face?”

Gisela shrugs. “No one, but...”

“Good. Because if there was someone, I would make sure to take every word they said and throw them away for you.”

“Alex.” Gisela fidgets in her chair. “It’s getting hotter in here.”

I chew on my cheek. “I can turn the AC on for you.”

She reaches up, slowly pushing back her hood. Her muzzle is quite long, showing sharp teeth. Her hair hangs around her head and partially shades her eyes, which have become all black, save for golden pupils. She ducks her head and turns slightly.

I take the popsicle from her and wipe her hand clean. “There we go. Much better.” I smile up at her. “Why, Gisela, what big teeth you have.”

Gisela giggles softly. “Don’t tease me.”

I reach up, brushing her long hair away from her face. She closes her eyes and presses closer to my palm. “Please, don’t tease me,” she moans.

My heart feels as though it’s beating through all my veins. “I wouldn’t. But I would do anything for you, Gisela.”

“Alex,” she whimpers.

I lean closer to kiss her, pressing my lips all over her face. I kiss down her neck, nipping gently, making her breath catch in her throat.

Gisela grips my shoulders. “I said don’t tease.”

“I’m not.” I lick my lips. “If you want to go lie down on the bed, I’ll show you.”

Gisela pulls her hands back and nods her head. “Only if you’re sure. I could… we could...”

I take her hand and lead her to the bed. She sits down and looks up at me shyly. “Take your clothes off first,” she says. 

I smirk. “Okay. You’re the boss tonight.” 

I strip away my clothes, giving her a show as I take my time. As I drop my pants, she gasps softly and squeezes her thighs tighter together. “You’re hard?” she says in surprise.

“Only half.” I kneel to kiss her, running my fingers through her hair and trailing my lips down her neck. 

Gisela lies on the bed, pulling me on top of her. I slide my hand under her hoodie, finding velvety skin. Her breasts are small, but her nipples are quite large. She shivers when I brush my fingertips against them. “Is it okay?” I ask.

“Yeah.” Gisela pants. “I’m just not used to it.”

I smile at her. “Just tell me what you want, whatever you like. I’m here to serve.”

Gisela tugs up her hoodie, exposing her chest to me. I kiss down the expanse of skin, rubbing my hands down her sharp ribs and kissing the hollow of her belly. I lick between her breasts, hearing her breath shudder. Her nipples are dark, sticking straight up and pebbled with arousal. I lick around one and she cries out. I lick the other nipple, and she goes silent. I take the nipple into my mouth and suckle it, and her claws dig into the nape of my neck. She moans deeply, letting the sound rumble in her chest.

I get more pleasure hearing her voice than I can remember. I slip my fingers into her shorts, finding her wet and hot. “How are you?” I whisper. “Still okay?”

She wheezes and nods her head. “I’m trying to stay still.”

“You can move.” I remove her shorts, and she hikes her legs up. I move between her thighs, kissing them and her mound. Her vulva is swollen, and her clit juts out from the flesh. The heat radiating from her steams my glasses, so I take them off and set them aside. 

“Gisela, I’m going to kiss you here, okay?” I tap her mound, and her legs quiver.

“Okay,” she squeaks.

I kiss her clit, then slowly lick it. Using my fingers, I open her vulva, finding slick labia inside. Her vagina seems to pulse open slightly, perhaps because of the heat she’s in. Above me, she’s gasping for breath and writhing on my bed. She clutches the blanket and her hips lift slightly. 

I ease my fingers inside her, finding her molten-hot. She grips tight around my digits, letting out a shrill yipping sound. I lick her clit, swirling my tongue around it before sinking my lips over it to suck. I pump my fingers inside her, swirling them to find where she’s most sensitive.

Gisela shakes, bucking her hips. I hear the blanket tear as she clenches around my fingers. A gush of heat goes down my knuckles, and she throws herself away from me. She flops onto her belly and then curls up on her side, nearly crying as she shivers.

“Hey,” I whisper. “Everything alright?”

She whimpers and trembles, managing to nod. She eventually uncurls and takes a deep breath. “Give me a minute, please. I’ve never… That’s never...” A smile spreads across her muzzle.

I lie down against her back, kissing her neck and shoulders. Her whole body is pleasantly hot. 

“I’ve never come like that before,” she giggles shyly. 

“I’m glad.” I kiss the ridges of her back. “You deserve it.”

She wiggles her hips, digging herself into my lap. “Alex,” she moans. “I don’t think I’m done.”

I gently bite her shoulder as I grind my crotch against her. Her tail moves, letting me feel the wetness between her thighs. “I told you,” I breathe, “you’re the boss tonight.”

She turns around and places herself on top of me. I look up at her, watching her breathe deeply. She’s heaving on my hips, but it’s a pleasurable feeling. I run my hands up her thighs to her waist and back down again.

“When I go into heat, it lasts a while,” she says. “I can understand if it’s overwhelming to you.”

“It’s okay.” I grin up at her. “I’m having fun with you. I like making you feel good. I like seeing what I’m seeing now.”

Gisela wiggles on top of me. “Why?”

“I just do.”

Gisela dips down, biting my neck and licking my cheek. She takes me and guides me inside, and the strong grip of her inner muscles tightens around me, causing my brain to turn to mush. She gently drags her claws down my chest. She growls under her breath, slowly moving her hips. 

I can’t quite describe what happens after that - it feels fast and rough, colorful and surreal, like a blurry music video. Gisela isn’t demanding, but she is needy. In the thick of her heat, she has a lot of energy to expunge. She rides me hard into the bed. Then she’s on her knees with her face buried into the pillow. The night wears on, and I never notice the storm that comes through and shakes the windows.

By morning, I’m still breathless, and the humid prickle in the air hasn’t quite reached my senses. Gisela is sleeping soundly under the ripped comforter as I lie beside her. My head is spinning, my throat is dry, and when I stand to get a drink of water, my legs nearly buckle under the pressure. I go to the bathroom and splash water on my face before gulping down handfuls. I’m a mess, but I can’t stop grinning. 

I return to the bedside and kiss Gisela on the cheek. “You can stay as long as you want. I need to get to work soon.”

She moans and rolls over. “What are you doing after work?”

“I’m gonna have dinner with you.” She wraps her arms around me as we kiss. “Then I’m going to eat you again.”

“Don’t get me excited if you have to leave,” she warns.

“Get some sleep.” I tuck the blanket around her again. “There’s plenty of food in the fridge. Help yourself to anything.”

“I want you,” she chuckles.

“I have to go to work, or else I’d give myself over willingly.” I have to force myself away from her. Nothing would make me happier than staying in bed all day with her. Unfortunately, I rarely get rest with my job. 

I go into work a little late, but still grinning. My day feels far too long. For the next few days, we’re never apart aside from my job. When I’m at home, I’m with Gisela, either eating or easing her through her heat. 

On Sunday, I wake to the sound of rain outside. Gisela is sleeping peacefully, and I think to myself how happy I’ve been. Not just because of the sex, but because I’m with someone I feel a genuine connection to. Vampire, werewolf, rougarou - whatever she could possibly be, I would love her no matter what. I would willingly spend my life in her arms.

Gisela sighs deeply and rolls over, curling herself against my body. “Good morning.”

“Hungry?”

“Not yet.” Gisela’s tail wags under the blankets. “I just want to lay here for a little while longer.”

I smile. “Sounds good to me.” 

Something thuds beyond the bedroom door. I sit up in alarm, and Gisela rises with me. “What was that?” she whispers.

“You stay here.” I put on my pants and go to the door. “Stay here, okay? I’ll be right back.” 

I open the bedroom door, and I see the front door is wide open.

“Alex?” Gisela whimpers.

“It’s okay,” I say softly. I close the bedroom door behind me, then walk over to the open one. I study the doorframe. It looks like someone kicked the door in. Everything is far too quiet. 

“Is someone there?” I ask sternly.

Glass shatters. Gisela screams from the bedroom, and I rush back. Inside I see the window shattered as someone spills through the frame. The door was a diversion. I get Gisela out of the room, but I notice she’s bleeding from the shoulder.

“Get out of here,” Gisela starts to cry. “Run!”

“I’m not leaving you here!” 

The door is kicked open again, and Gisela screams. I throw myself in front of her and feel a white-hot, searing pain go through my back. There’s a ringing in my ears, and I can’t hear anything going on around me. Gisela has blood all over her hands. She’s on top of me, and I see more blood on the floor. The edges of my vision start to turn white as I go numb.

The last thing I remember is Gisela looking down at me before I’m lifted into the air. 

I wake up to the sterile scent of the hospital. I hear the beep of a machine and hushed voices beyond the door. 

“Easy, now,” I hear my dad say. “You’re gonna be okay.”

“What happened?” I croak. “Where’s Gisela? Is she okay?”

My dad sighs. “I’ve been told a lot in the past ten hours. Gisela is fine. She had to have stitches, but she’s with her mother. The hunter who shot you, he’s here’s as well. Got into a scuffle with your girlfriend.”

“So, uh… you know about Hearthway Hollow now?”

“I’ll get used to it,” he chuckles. “How do you feel?”

“Like I’m on pain meds.”

By the next morning, I’m able to take visitors. Adam is the first, then Billy comes in after him. Mrs. Locklear shows up with Gisela in tow. I hug her tightly and don’t want to let go.

“I was so scared,” she whimpers. “I thought I was going to lose you.”

“Thank you,” I whisper. “You saved my life.” 

The hunter is questioned once he recovers, and he reveals that he and his team were hired to get rid of the Rougarou in Louisiana by some mysterious benefactor. He’s put in jail. After I get out of the hospital, Gisela moves in to help take care of me. She gets to know my dad, and the two became friends.

As Gisela’s transformation starts to fade, I still find myself in love with her. It doesn’t matter what she looks like, just as long as it’s her.

About two months later, Gisela approaches me, looking like the cat caught with the canary. “I have some news,” she confesses. “It may come as a bit of a shock.”

“What, are you pregnant?” I tease.

She grimaces, then takes the pregnancy test from her hoodie. “How’d you guess?” she asks.

I drop everything I’m holding. “You are?”

Gisela nods. “I know we’ve not known each other long, and I know you said you wanted to be married before you start having...”

I embrace her tightly. 

“Is it okay?” Gisela starts to cry.

“Of course. We’ll get married, if you want to. We don’t even have to.” I kiss her and smile at her. “I shouldn’t be surprised! As much as we went at it while you were in heat.”

“I know!” Gisela laughs through her tears. “But are you sure?”

I kiss her again. “I love you, my big, beautiful rougarou. I’m sure.”

We decided to find a bigger place to live, a house further away from town, but big enough for our growing family. It’s old and once belonged to Mrs. Locklear’s family. We appreciate the privacy, so Gisela can have peace and quiet during her transformations.

“I thought after leaving Louisiana, I’d never find anything else like it again.” Gisela says one evening as we snuggle together. Her belly thrums with little kicks. “I’m glad I found you.”