Werecoyote Girlfriend (complete)

    Your family always took camping trips to the Hearthway Forest when you were little. You loved it. You loved visiting the town at the edge of the woods, it always felt like home even though you only spent a few days there a year. It felt comfortable and welcoming, which as you grew older was something you longed for.

    Coming out to your parents wasn’t easy, and the fact that they haven’t talked to you in a while is heartbreaking. Wanting that need of home and belonging, you pack up your bags and rent a cabin in Hearthway Hollow.

    Your dog, Alfie, doesn’t seem too thrilled to be traveling for so long. Alfie howls and whines from the backseat between nap sessions. Once you’re at the cabin, he trots inside like he owns the place and hops up on the bed.

    Once Alfie is asleep, you go out into town to grocery shop. Walking into town, you notice it’s different from when you were little, and yet, everything feels the same. You start to feel a bit relaxed as you walk down the street.

    The grocery store is exactly where it always was, so that was a relief. You make a quick stop to get coffee and something to eat, knowing that if you shop on an empty stomach, you’ll spend on your money on junk.

    As you sit down to eat your food, you see a pet shop across the street. It’s called “Creature Comforts” which you find pretty cute. After eating, you pay it a visit.

    Inside you first, come across a shelf of toys for dogs and cats. Next, to it you see a tank full of bunnies. As you wander into the store, you see the back is mainly fish tanks. There’s a woman on a ladder. She’s tall and thin, and her dark red hair is slicked back. She’s wearing a red flannel tucked into her black jeans. She’s feeding the fish on the top row and singing a showtune to them.

    As she goes to step down the ladder, she glances back, sees you, and she gasps. She slips and falls, sliding down the ladder and plopping down at the bottom.

    “Oh!” You rush towards her. “Are you alright?”

    She grunts, holding her head. She looks up at you, her eyes are dark, almost black. “I’m fine. I’m fine.” She takes your hand through and stands up, and continues to stand. She towers above you, probably well over six feet tall. 

    Your heart skips a beat as you stare up at her. She’s the opposite of you. Where’s she’s tall and thin like a rail, your short and round like a ball. You fidget in place, feeling a little awkward standing next to someone like her.

    She adjusts her top, the first few buttons undone, showing off her sharp clavicle and chest. She smooths her hand through her hair. “Can I help you?” Her voice is husky and deep, it makes your heart skip again.

    “Yes, uhm-” you clear your throat. “I just came up here, I’ve rented a cabin for a while, and I’ve got my dog.”

    Her eyes brighten. “Oh? What kind?”

    “Rescue,” you gasp then laugh. “Sorry uhm, part pitt, and part lab.”

    She grins, and you melt a little. “That’s interesting! What’s their name?”

    “Alfie,” you reply.

    She nods. “Well, I’m Jordan,” she says. “Welcome to the Hollow,” she strides up towards the counter. “What do you need?”

    “Some food for sure,” you reply. “And some special treat. He whined and complained the entire trip up here, so I think he deserves something.”

    “Pig ear?” Jordan asks, and you hesitate for a moment. “Maybe a horn?”

    “Oh!” You gasp, realizing she’s talking about treats. “Alfie likes anything big.”

    Jordan smirks as she walks around the counter, showing you a rack of barrels hanging from the ceiling. “So do I.”

    Your cheeks burn, and you watch Jordan stretch as she takes a massive bone from the top shelf. “These are cured right here in town, just over at the butcher shop,” she tells you. “Adam, the butcher, makes these specials for the shop.”

    “This is perfect,” you gasp. “It should last Alfie the entire trip,” you say. The bone is heavy in your hands.

    “What sort of food do you feed him?” Jordan asks.

    “He’s not really picky,” you reply. “What would you recommend?”

    Jordan leads you towards the side where the wall is nothing but big bags of feed. She takes down a fifty-pound bag with ease. “This is great for big dogs,” she replies. “Especially ones that I assume are quite spoiled.”

    You chuckle. “Yes, he is that.”

    Jordan leads you back up front, ringing up your purchases. “Do you need help taking this to your car?” She asks.

    You look up at her, and your heart flutters slightly. “Yeah, actually.”

    Jordan smirks hefting up the bag and taking it to your car for you. She lays it in the trunk, and she notices the lesbian pride flag sticker on your bumper. “Where’d you get that?” She points to it.

    “I uhm-” you fidget again, feeling nervous.

    “I need like fifty,” Jordan replies with a grin. “I’ve got a few friends who would want one too.” 

    “Oh,” you gasp, feeling excited. “I got it online,” you tell her and ramble off the site. “They have shirts and stuff too.”

    Jordan laughs. “I think I give off the fact I’m gay without a shirt. Don’t you think?” She winks at you, and you could die happy.

    “I hope you have a good trip while your here,” Jordan says, lingering around your car. “Next time you give Alfie a walk, I’d like to meet him.”

    You smile and nod. “I’m sure he’d like to meet you too.”

    Jordan grins and walks back into the shop. You swoon, feeling like you’ve just stepped into a romantic comedy. You’ve never felt like this. You glance back into the window of the shop before you drive away, wanting to steal one last glance at Jordan before you drove off.

    Alfie goes nuts for the bone. He bounces and dances around it, barking at it, then trotting a circle around it before laying down to waller on it. 

    “You better enjoy that, it cost an arm and a leg,” you laugh at your own dumb joke. You sit down and turn on the TV, so pleased the cabin has a TV, let alone wifi. The guy you rented it from was this huge, scary guy, but he seemed nice. 

    You fall asleep on the couch watching an old movie. You get woken up late that night to Alfie barking at the door like crazy. 

    “Alfie, calm down,” you groan, standing up.

    Alfie is snarling and barking, sounding extremely worried.

    You go to the window, looking out. “Alfie, what’s going on there’s nothing-” you stop, actually seeing something in the shadows. It comes up onto the porch, dragging something with it. 

    The creature has rusty brown fur covering its body. It’s tall and extremely thin with long, willowy arms. It pulls what looks like a dead elk onto the porch, and it rises up, standing on its hind legs. It turns, ears twitching. It looks back, your eyes locking through the window. Their golden eyes grow wide, and it sniffs. It’s long tail twitches, and it falls onto all fours. It runs off, dashing back into the shadows.

    Alfie whimpers and whines, nudging himself between your legs as you stand there, mouth agape and body frozen.

    You reach down, petting Alfie to comfort him as well as yourself. You then go to the bedroom where you get into bed, unable to sleep at all. You keep seeing the creature, whatever it was, any time you close your eyes. 

    Come morning, you check back outside, seeing the dead elk is still laid on your porch. You call the cabin owner, not knowing who else you could possibly reach out to.

    “Billy speaking,” he growls.

    “I’m really sorry to call so early,” you gasp. “But something happened last night and uhm-” you swallow hard. “There’s something dead on the porch, and I don’t know what to do.”

    Billy sighs. “Stay calm kid,” he growls. “It’s nothing bad, I promise. Try and calm yourself down if you can.”

    “What do you mean?” You scoff.

    “I’ll be over in a second,” he says. “Make yourself some coffee and relax.” He hangs up, and you set your phone aside. You have no idea how he can seem so chill about this.

    Later, Billy’s truck pulls up as well as the van for the butcher shop. Alfie whines, but he wags his tail.

    You open the door for Billy and Adam who comes inside while two other men haul the elk into the van. 

    “What’s going on?’ You ask.

    “Seems you’re being courted,” Adam replies. “It’s not a bad thing. The elk was a gift,” he smiles at you. “Sit down, we’ve got a lot to go over.”

    You furrow your brow but follow along with him. The three of you talk for a long time. To your shock, Hearthway Hollow is way more than it seems. The picturesque little town you loved so much as a child, is home to a large number of werewolves. All of whom abide by specific rules in order to keep the peace. Adam explains that one of these traditions is that, when a were finds someone they want to mate with, they perform a courtship ritual.

    “So, you’re saying I’m going to keep getting dead animals every night?” You ask.

    Adam smiles sympathetically at you. “I know it’s strange,” he replies. “Especially for someone who is just intending to visit.”

    “You need me to go have a word with whoever it is?” Billy growls.

    You look over, seeing Alfie getting chummy with Adam. “I just don’t want them to get their hopes up,” you murmur. “I’m not going to be here forever.”

    After that, Adam and Billy leave. Adam gives you the option of receiving the meat from the elk or donating it to the food shelter. You donate it. 

    You stay inside for a long time, not really wanting to go back out. That evening as you’re about to fall asleep on the couch again, Alfie grunts and whines. He stomps his front paws and fidgets in front of you.

    You then hear what sounds like a coyote. You go to the window, seeing the creature from the night before sitting in front of your porch. You keep Alfie inside and walk out. The air is chilled, and you fold your arms in front of you.

    “I’m not sure what to say,” you murmur as the werecoyote watches you. “I’m only here for vacation.” You swallow back a lump in your throat, averting your eyes from their gaze. “You best choose someone else.”

    The werecoyote rises up, stepping onto the stairs and holding out their hand. Inside it, you see they’re holding a bath bomb done in the colors of the Lesbian pride flag. You take it and look into their golden eyes.

    Their tail twitches and they dart back into the shadows.

    They said nothing, but you get the feeling they aren’t going to give up, even if you are leaving. You smile slightly and head back inside. 

    Your werecoyote continues to leaves gifts each morning. Sometimes it’s treats for Alfie and sometimes treats for you. One day, as you take Alfie for a walk, you remember Jordan, so you take Alfie to the pet shop.

    “Hi, welcome to Creature Comforts how may I-” Jordan stops, and her cheeks go bright red. “Ah, it’s you,” she strides over, squatting down to pet Alfie who stares at her with quiet intensity. “He’s cute,” she murmurs.

    “I’m sorry I haven’t dropped by sooner,” you say.

    “It’s ok,” she takes a treat from behind the counter and offers it to Alfie who continues to just stare at her. Jordan clears her throat and stands up. “Is that all?”

    You feel a bit hurt. “I guess,” you mutter. “He’s been enjoying the food you picked out,” you say, hoping to drag out the conversation.

    “That’s good,” Jordan fidgets. She looks at you, and her cheeks are still burning bright red. “How have you been enjoying it?” She asks then coughs. “Here! I mean your stay, not the uhm...food.” 

    You chuckle, realizing she’s nervous. “It’s been enlightening,” you answer. “I’ve learned some things about this place I never would have assumed.”

    “Ah,” Jordan whispers. “Well, it is a rather interesting place.” She licks her lips and sighs. “I came here when I was a teenager,” she starts. “I was abandoned by my family.”

    Your eyes widen as you look up at her. “What?” You gasp.

    Jordan shrugs. “It happens,” she sighs. “I found myself here, kind of dumpster dived for a while, lived in the park,” she picks up a pen from the counter and fidgets with it. “I was arrested one evening, and with no one to call, I just went to sleep in the cell. It was better than nothing. Next morning I woke up, having been bailed out.” 

    Jordan’s smile is soft and nostalgic. “I came to this town on a whim, just passing through, and yet I never left. I couldn’t leave. It wasn’t until Mrs. Locklear came and bailed me out that I realized why. Mrs. Locklear took me in, gave me a home, a new family,” she grins from ear to ear. 

“I should have been an outcast in this town, but I wasn’t. They accepted me for more than just what I was. Sure, there are assholes here like anywhere. But even with all its faults and eccentricity, this place is home.”

    “I-” your voice cracks as you feel tears in your eyes. “I came out to my parents,” you admit to Jordan. “I thought it was safe to tell them but...they just stopped talking to me,” you reply. “I came here, because as a kid when we camped here, I just loved it so much. I just wanted-” you hiccup and your voice catches. You sniffle, and Jordan puts her arms around you. She holds you tight, and you cry into her shoulder.

    “It’s ok,” she whispers to you.

    You hold tight onto her, feeling a sense of acceptance and love from Jordan. As you pull back, rubbing your eyes, you look up to her. “Thank you,” you murmur.

    “Consider staying here,” Jordan suddenly says. “I know that may sound selfish from me but-” she sighs and chuckles. “This place is better than a family that ignores you.”

    “Maybe,” you whimper.

    Jordan touches your cheek, wiping away a tear. Her palm is warm and a little clammy, but you enjoy her touch. “You’d have a friend here already if you did.”

    You smile. “I know,” you whisper.

    That evening, you sit on the porch drinking coffee. As you read, you look up from your book and see the werecoyote is watching you. They’re poised on the railing, their head laid on their crossed arms.

    “How long have you been there?” You ask.

    They shrug and leap up onto the railing, sitting on it and looking down at you. You smile at them, walking towards them and tilting your chin up.

    They press their cold nose to your cheek, sniffing you and rubbing their face against yours. They step off the railing, putting their big hands on your waist and sighing softly as they bury their face in your hair.

    You touch their chest, letting them rub all over you. They pull away and lick your cheek. They nod and dart off the porch.

    You gasp, going down the stairs to try and chase them, but their too fast. “Come for breakfast!” You shout into the darkness. “You didn’t have to...go.” You sigh, shoulders slouching. You go back inside and follow Alfie to bed.

    The next morning, as coffee is brewing and bacon is frying, there is a knock at the door. Alfie’s head pops up, and his tail starts to wag furiously. Answering the door, you have to look up to see who is there.

    Jordan fidgets nervously. Her hair is a little messy, unlike her usual slicked back do. She’s wearing a white t-shirt that's tucked into her jeans with suspenders. 

    “You said to come for breakfast,” her voice cracks with nerves, and she rubs the back of her neck.

    Your heart has left your body, and you take her hand, pulling her inside. “I did,” you whisper. You stand on tiptoe, tilting your chin up and meeting Jordan’s slightly cracked lips. She kisses you, sighing softly as her hands squeeze around your waist. 

    You hold on to her suspenders, parting your lips slightly to taste her. She tastes like toothpaste. As Jordan stands up, she clears her throat and sighs.

    “Well,” she murmurs. “I’ll take that as a good sign.”

    You beam up at her. “Very good,” you offer her a seat and pour her a mug of coffee. You notice she starts to become less nervous. She steals kisses as you walk about and make breakfast. Her hands linger on your body, touches places you had once felt self-conscious about.

    Jordan touches your ass and thighs, biting back a too big grin as she does. She sniffs your neck and in your hair, her lashes fluttering as she does. As you serve her breakfast, she pulls you into her lap, kissing your neck and tugging down your cami to kiss the tops of your breasts.

    “Hey now,” you giggle nervously. “You should eat first.”

    She licks your lips. “I could eat something.” She squeezes her hand around your thighs.

    Your face burns and you hop off her lap. “That’s quite enough, don’t you think?” You try to remain calm and collected, but really, you could give into Jordan at any moment. 

    Jordan chuckles, digging into the meal you’ve made. “Sorry,” she says. “I just...well,” she takes a bite. “You’re so cute, it’s hard for me to stay gentlemanly.”

    “No excuse,” you smirk. “No matter how cute I am, you should be able to restrain yourself.”

    Jordan licks her lips. “Ok, I promise I’ll behave.” She goes to take a bite, but it falls, smearing down her shirt.

    “Oh no, let me-” you go to stand up and help her.

    Jordan smirks, taking off her shirt through the suspenders and tossing it aside. You stare as your blood rises and your whole body feels like it is on fire. Seeing Jordan sitting there, her small breasts covered by only the straps of the suspenders, you can’t hold yourself back.

    You sit in her lap, kissing her and touching her small chest. She moans into your mouth as you tease her nipples and pet down her stomach.

    “Now you,” she growls, ripping up your cami. You breasts spill out of the crappy built-in bra, and she hisses. Biting her lip as she gazes at you.

    You’ve always felt your nipples were too big and dark, so you’re sensitive about them. You go to cover them, but Jordan sets upon them too fast. She sucks one, groping and grabbing the other breast.

    You squeak, covering your face as Jordan licks and nibbles. She chuckles darkly, her husky voice comes to your ear.

    “Bedroom?” She moans.

    You point with a shaky hand to the door, and she picks you up, carrying you to the bed and sitting you down on it. She strips away the rest of your clothes, chucking them aside. You lay back with your legs over the edge as Jordan stand above you. 

    Jordan’s hand drags down your chest and belly. She bites her lip as she runs her fingers through the curly hair on your mound. She spreads your thighs. She steps between them as she fingers opens you. Your breath shudders as her fingers find your dripping slit and aching clit. She touches them, slowly swirling her fingertips in your wetness before tapping to your clit. 

    “Anh-” you grip onto the sheets and look up at her, watching as a suspender strap falls off her shoulder.

    Jordan smirks at you as her fingers slick inside. Her mouth opens, and she lets out a loud moan. She pulls her fingers back, licking them clean as you watch. She pushes away the remaining suspender and takes off her pants. 

    You sit up, trembling slightly, kissing Jordan as she crawls into the bed with you. “What now?” You whisper.

    “Mm,” she lays down and pulls you to her chest. “Just let me do what I do best,” she purrs into your ear. She puts her arm around you and makes you press your ass into her. Jordan then slips her fingers back inside you, her thumb rubbing against your clit.

    You mewl and moan, turning your head into the pillow as your voice starts to get louder. Jordan’s fingers move inside you, grinding against the sensitive spot inside as her thumb rubs your clit. Jordan chuckles into your ear.

    “Can you feel me, baby?” She moans. “You like it?”

    You whimper, pressing slower to her chest.

    “You keep squeezing around my fingers,” Jordan moans. She licks you neck and bites it, making you cry out. “You feel so good. I’m already in love with your sweet pussy.”

    “No-” you mewl. “Jordan-” your breath hitches and your mouth hangs open. You feel it coming, building and building. It feels heavy and then, it crashes. You wiggle and writhe, but Jordan won’t stop. She gasps and moans into your ear, dragging out the deepest, longest orgasm of your life. You shake and tremble, having to literally kick her away to find relief.

    You lay on the bed, feeling no more than a puddle. Your leg twitches, and you can’t quite catch your breath. You look up, seeing Jordan smirking over you as she sucks her fingers. She’s grinding on your legs, rubbing her slippery, wet cunt to you. 

    “Wow,” you pant.

    “I can do more than that,” she purrs, bending over and kissing you.     

    You touch her face, tasting yourself on her tongue. “Mm, what about you?” You moan.

    She smirks. “Can you do anything right now?”

    You ease her down onto the bed, kissing her. Your lips trail down her body until your nestled between her long legs. Jordan sucks in an excited breath as you kiss her folds. She bites her lip, wriggling excitedly as you tongue laps up her wetness. You taste her, letting her fill your senses. You slip your fingers inside her as you kiss and lick her clit.

    “Mm, baby,” Jordan moans. “You’re so gentle.”

    Little does she know your skill. You look up at her, locking eyes with her, and then you start. You suck her clit as if you’re trying to drink from a clogged straw. You move your fingers inside her, moaning, so the vibrations trail up her.

    “Fuck!” Jordan’s back arches and she slams her fists down on the bed. Her hand then tangles in your hair, pushing you closer. Her moans become garbled strange sounds. Her hips then bounce, and she literally gushes onto your fingers. She shoves your away, going fetal as she trembles and shakes on the bed.

    You sit up, feeling quite smug. “Was I too gentle?” You ask.

    Jordan shivers and looks up at you, her eyes foggy and she’s drooling. “What the fuck was that?”

    “Special technique,” you purr, crawling up beside her and kissing her. 

    “Mm,” Jordan moans as she kisses you. “I was prepared. Next time, I will be.”

    You press close to her, and her hands roam down your soft body. “I’ll take good care of you,” she whispers. “While you’re still here, I mean.”

    “Where am I going?” You murmur.

    Jordan smiles and presses her forehead to yours. “Wherever you want,” she nuzzles to your cheek. “I will stay beside you.”