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The first time Wednesday Addams heard the term that would change her life it was simply in passing, overheard between two other students as she stalked from one class to the next.

“He was into some really disgusting BDSM shit, like for real. And I wasn’t about to end up in some ditch dead because of him. So I dumped his ass and blocked him anyway I could.”

What would usually be inane gossip that Wednesday would just dismiss if she even deigned to recognize it as more than background noise caught her curiosity. What was this thing that was so disgusting and dangerous that it could end up with someone dead? To cause someone to break all contact with another with no hope of being able to communicate with them again? And how did she not know about it? She could take the time to interrogate the girls talking but she was in a hurry and didn’t want to be late to class, participation was part of the grade and she would rather wear pink than let her grades slip. So she made a mental note to investigate it that night.

Seeing as she had never come across the term in her readings she would have to turn elsewhere. As much as she hated to admit it, Wednesday was grateful that Xavier had gotten her a phone at the end of her first semester at Nevermore. It was a very useful tool and as long as she didn’t become reliant on it she would not become a slave to technology. Thus, that night, once all other obligations had been taken care of, Wednesday turned to her phone and the vast expanse of the internet and searched for the term BDSM.

That’s when Pandora’s Box was opened.

At first she was confused. How had she not heard of this before? Some of the things described were just Addams family pass times. Binding and gagging were important to any proper kidnapping and torture session. Electrocution was the best way to get the thoughts flowing. Sometimes a hot iron poker was just the pick me up one needed in the morning. Holding the life of someone else in the palm of your hand was the utmost intimacy. Yet, whenever such things had been brought up with others she and her family had been derided as freaks and weirdos. Which were insults apparently. And there were people out there that did those sorts of things for pleasure and even as parts of sex?

Wednesday didn’t think she had ever derived sexual pleasure from any of the pain inflected to or by her. Having sexual urges wasn’t something that was unknown to her, especially since coming to Nevermore (her eyes, the traitours, flickered to her roommate before being brought back into line) but whenever she had tried to… indulge it had been a pointless and frustrating experience so she had just ignored it until the feeling went away. But perhaps she had just been missing something (again traitorous eyes had to be firmly told what to do).

The other thing that boggled her mind was the idea of safe, sane and consensual. Where was the fun if it wasn’t dangerous? You’d have to be insane if you wanted to do something like this with Wednesday anyways. Though she had never really had it be consensual before, surprises between family members sure but not planned out between all parties. Though if she was ever to do this with someone else she would have to make some concessions (when did her eyes become so rebellious and wandering? She may need to scoop them out).

The more she thought about it the more it started to appeal. Having someone that would trust Wednesday to not only hurt them but to bring them pleasure in equal parts, someone that would push Wednesday’s own limits, someone they could completely trust. That's when she felt an uncommon tingle between her legs and a swarming of bats in her stomach. 

She looked over to her roommate once more. Enid was bobbing her head to some pop song playing in her headphones as she typed at her computer, probably updating her blog. Yes, this was a good time to test some theories. 

Wednesday gathered up her towel and pajamas heading to the bathroom. Usually she would charge her phone during her showers but this time she took it with her. Enid wouldn’t notice it being gone anyways. As she got to the bathroom she turned on the shower and stripped down but didn’t get in immediately. Even with headphones on werewolves had surprisingly good hearing, she’d need the white noise of the shower if she did actually… 

She turned her phone back on and began scrolling through a series of images, each one highlighting different acts or fetishes. As she scrolled with her left hand her right drifted down to her mound. Wednesday began running two fingers between her lips up and down slowly. The tingling in her nethers began to grow until it became a pleasant burn. 

This was usually where the problems started. She felt the beginnings of the pleasure, could feel the wetness growing at her entrance and being spread by her fingers across the rest of her vagina but it never went anywhere after this. Just the heat of a campfire a few feet away but never more.

With each image she scrolled past she felt a small increase in the heat though, another stick being thrown to the flame. She can feel it growing, slowly, but it seems to consume the fuel as fast as it is added. It isn’t frustrating yet but Wednesday can feel that it isn’t far from it either.

That’s when she sees it. She stops her scrolling and focuses on the image in front of her. It’s two women, probably, it’s hard to tell with how the image is framed. There’s a black leather boot, high heeled that goes all the way up to the thigh of the model, hand on hip and body angled, most likely leaning over but that’s all that is in frame. 

The focus is another woman, pale skin, kneeling with legs apart, back straight and arms behind her and just the barest amount of neck in frame showing strain as their head is tilted back, most likely to be looking up at the other woman. But what really gets her attention is what the main woman is wearing. Blood red rope, extremely high quality from what she can tell, binds her hands together and criss crosses up her arm in a diamond pattern then loops over her shoulders, between her breasts and then under them before the rope runs down the front of her body in more diamond patterns and then between her legs and up her back. More rope of the same color ties the woman’s top and bottom legs together and the ends are tied back at the hands.

It’s impractical and wasteful and clearly more performative than anything else.

It also brings a moan to Wednesday’s lips and causes her legs to shake and her fingers to speed up. Suddenly it’s not a campfire but a bonfire burning inside her. It’s getting harder to breathe and she can’t keep standing so she slides to the floor placing her phone on the ground so she can keep looking at this piece of art. She burns the image into her mind, taking in all the details. The way the rope is subtly biting into flesh, the way it interlocks to keep the model in position, the flash of silver as she notices the nipples are pierced and have something hanging from them. 

Wednesday feels a void in her nethers, an ache that needs to be filled. She plunges one finger and then another into her snatch and begins pumping. Another breathy moan makes it past her lips and she feels her eyes flutter shut. She straightens her back, tries to get into the same position as the model but with hands unbound. She wonders what it would feel like. To have the rope restraining her, forcing her muscles to strain, being at the mercy of some other woman. 

She has her free hand come up to her breast. What would it be like to have it pierced? She pinches her nipple and gasps, her fingers doubling in their speed. Her whole body is an inferno and she tugs on the nipple, simulating the constant tug of a weight on it. 

Then another thought crashes through her mind.

What would it be like to be the one above? To be the one having created a work of art with just some rope and a body? What would she look like all tied up for me to play with? What would Enid’s face look like looking up at her?

Wednesday shakes her head violently, trying to get the thought out of her head but it’s still there. Enid, bound and on display with that kicked puppy look as she asks Wednesday, “Please, touch me?”  and Wednesday is pushing the tip of her leather boot to Enid’s sex and she’s begging for more and she could breakout but she won’t because she’s Wedensday’s and will do as she’s told.

She shakes her head again, she shouldn’t be having these thoughts. Enid’s her best friend, best friends don’t do that sort of thing together. But she can’t stop her fingers and now she’s pinching her other nipple and every breath Wednesday takes isn’t enough and…

And then something happens and it feels like all of Wednesday’s muscles tense up and she’s seeing white behind closed eyes. She can feel her walls clenching down on her fingers and it feels like she’s screaming but only air passes through her mouth. It almost feels like it’s not her body anymore.

Then it is her body again and she lets out a shuddering breath. Her nipples ache, she’s covered in sweat and slick, her muscles burn and the fire in her core is now moonlight bathing her whole body. It’s the best she’s ever felt. “So that’s why it’s called la petite mort.”

Then there’s knocking at the door and the blissful feeling is replaced with guilt and embarrassment. “Hey Wednesday? You okay in there?” Enid. Her best friend and roommate, the person she just thought of in a most perverse and obscene way. A way that friends did not think about each other! A friend who’s trust she had just abused and now needed to lie to hide her shame.

“Ye-!” Her throat was so dry! Wednesday cleared it a few times before trying again. “Yes, Enid! Just washing my hair and got lost in thought!”  She hoped the sound of the shower helped cover up her terrible lie.

“Alright, just hurry up! Lights out in thirty!” Shit! Had Wednesday really been in her for nearly an hour? It hadn’t felt nearly as long!

“Thank you Enid! I’ll be out soon!” Quickly undoing her braids Wednesday jumped into the shower. She wouldn’t have time to actually wash her hair but she would need to make her lie at least believable.

After covering up and hiding her shameful act Wednesday finished preparing for bed and slipped back into their dorm. So wracked with guilt Wednesday couldn’t even look at Enid or respond to her cheerful good night wishes. All she could do was lay down in bed and think about what happened.

Two thoughts pervaded her mind.

If it felt that good just thinking about Enid what would it be like to actually do it?

And

Friends don’t think about or do those things together!

Until finally a third came in

But what if they did?

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Enid Sinclair was worried about Wednesday Addams.

This wasn’t anything new, she worried about her friend a lot. Sure she knew Wednesday was a badass that didn’t seem to feel fear and she may have cool psychic powers that let her see the future sometimes but she was still human! She got hurt and bled and did feel fear (she just never showed it, like most emotions) so yeah, Enid worried about her friend whenever she skipped curfew or said she was hunting down another lead on some dangerous mystery. So worrying about Wednesday was nothing new.

This was different though. Wednesday wasn’t in the middle of another big investigation or even had any visions for the past couple of weeks, she wasn’t sneaking out to go gravedigging or anything like that. No, Wednesday Addams was avoiding Enid Sinclair. 

It was really obvious too! She would barely even look at Enid! Not to mention she would barely ever reply to her good mornings and good nights. Enid couldn’t even get her twice weekly best friend hug. She was worse than when she had first started at Nevermore two years ago! But what really, really worried Enid is when it started happening.

It was a week ago, Wednesday had just finished taking her shower and Enid had gone in to brush her teeth as was their roommate routine. Now, werewolves had some of the best all around senses out of any outcasts, nothing major, just a step or two above what would be normie normal but that did mean they had some pretty impressive sniffers. So, she was brushing her teeth and wondering what that smell was when it hit her. 

Sex. It smelled like sex.

So, Enid did what any other kind and considerate werewolf roommate would do. She flipped the bathroom fan on, cleaned up the spot where the smell was coming from a bit more, and did her best to push the idea of her best friend/roommate/long term crush jilling off out of her head, and never bring it up. The next day when Wednesday had started avoiding her she just chalked it up to Wednesday being embarrassed about exploring a new side of herself, Wednesday could be shy like that.

That night however, Wednesday took another suspiciously long shower (Enid didn’t even bother checking to see if anything was the matter this time) and came out much more frustrated than when she went in. Threw herself onto her black bed and tried forcing herself to sleep and everything. When Enid went in to brush her teeth there was only a faint whiff of sweat and slick. Put two and two together and Enid resigned herself to another Wednesdayless day. 

Enid was not ready for a third day of Wednesday ignoring her and even rejecting her hug, even when she claimed it was her besties hug!(she’d worked hard to let Wednesday give her two hugs a week damn it!) 

What was really the icing on the cake though was how glued to her phone Wednesday had become. Like, Enid would find her staring at her phone in a secluded corner between classes or catching her staying up late with the screen glowing on her face, like some teenager addicted to social media (pot meet kettle). Whenever Enid was able to get close enough and actually ask her what she was doing Wednesday would always lock her phone, say she was doing research, and then immediately leave.

So, yes, Enid was worried that Wednesday probably had some sort of self-hate, sexual repression stuff going on or maybe some sort of weird curse because the self-hate thing didn’t totally add up but Enid didn’t have many clues. She could deal with a few days of Wednesday ignoring her but she couldn’t handle a week! She was going to corner the Addams girl and they were going to have a talk!

“Enid, good, I’d like to have a discussion.”

How was it that Wednesday had beaten her to her own game? Enid wasn’t even going to ask where she had gotten the card table she had set up in the middle of the room and placed their chairs across from each other. Maybe she was a little upset at not being the one to set the terms of this discussion and that Wednesday had been avoiding her so maybe she was a bit snippy in her response.

“Oh? Like how you’ve been avoiding me all week?” So she was a little bit angry, sue her.

“I haven-” Wednesday shut her mouth and took a deep breath before the lie could roll off her tongue. She let the air out slowly through her nose and in her calm monotone continued, “Yes. It does pertain to that and other things I would like to talk about. Have a seat.” Enid saw Wednesday close her eyes and take another calming breath. “Would you have a seat, please?”

Since she asked nicely Enid only waited four seconds before taking the seat across Wednesday. Enid felt the little bit of anger she had melt away as she did so and was proud of herself when she didn’t immediately try reaching out across the table to take her roomie’s hands. “I’ve just been really worried Wednesday, you haven’t done something like this in over a year. It isn’t because of, like, a curse or vision or something is it?”

Wednesday shook her head. “No, nothing of the sort. I have… taken actions that I believe have betrayed your trust and besmirched our friendship.” Enid just raised her eyebrow and gave a soft, go on, letting Wednesday know she had her full attention. 

“I have-” she cleared her throat, “I… you were… last week…” Wednesday took another steadying breath and gulped. Enid could see the determination in her eyes to just get what she wanted to say out of her mouth. “I masturbated to the thought of you.”

Enid was definitely blindsided by that. She couldn’t tell if the blood was draining from her face or rushing to it but it certainly felt splotchy and like it was having an allergic reaction to the words. “Haha,” stupid nervous laugh, “is that it? I mean, er, thanks? No, it’s fine! What I mean is, like, that’s embarrass-” She could see the panic and regret starting to fill Wednesday’s eyes and that certainly wasn’t the right way to respond to that. “I mean I mean! Give me a sec!” She threw her hand out holding up a finger.

First, get your breathing under control. Enid took several deep breaths, held them for three seconds before letting them out slowly. Next, show that you’re calm and collected. She then clasped her hands in front of her, straightened up her posture. Alright, now just reassure her that it’s fine and that it doesn’t have to change anything! “Wednesday. It is totally fine to think about” me “someone, even a friend, when you’re doing,” Enid made perhaps the most vague hand gesture ever, “ that. As long as you don’t, like, take it too far or do something creepy it’s kinda natural to have those thoughts about someone you find hot, ya know?”

A heavy silence fell over the two as Wednesday processed her words. “I… believe I understand your meaning. What I did is not an issue and need not change our friendship.” Enid eagerly nodded in agreement. “I did not expect this to go so well… perhaps…” Wednesday looked off to the side, obviously thinking about something. “Enid, you are not currently in a relationship, correct?”

Bit of an odd question but Enid knew how to roll with the punches. “Um, no, not currently dating anyone.”

Wednesday nodded and seemed to bite the inside of her lip. “And… do you find me attractive?”

OMG! Is this going where I think it’s going! Enid had to restrain her claws from coming out and nervously started tapping her fingers on the table. “Uh, yeah, like, you’re the cute goth gf icon.”

Enid could feel the gaze leveled at her. “I am not cute.”

“Right, sorry. Your visage is very aesthetically pleasing to look upon with mine eyes.” Enid delivered in her best faux posh accent and over the top eye blinking.

Wednesday was still glaring at her but Enid saw a hint of blush on her cheeks and wow Enid should really talk fancy to Wednesday more often.

“Do you… Do you, Enid… Have you…”

Holy shit, it actually was! Wednesday Addams was going to ask her-

“Do you know what BDSM is?”

Blindsided by the Wednesday weirdness twice in one sitting.

“Wh-what? Whhyyyy would you ask that?” Enid very specifically did not turn her head to look at a very specific drawer in her dresser which had a very secretive box with a very secret item in it.

Wednesday must have noticed the way Enid was now staring right past Wednesday and nowhere else because she raised a questioning eyebrow. “Because I need to know if I have to explain it or not to you.”

“I-I mean I’ve been around the internet a lot so… so you know I’ve heard some things…” Wednesday just continued to look at Enid with that raised eyebrow. “It’s like… um, whips and chains and like step on me dommie mommy stuff right?” If someone could spontaneously combust Enid wished it would happen to her right now. Dommie mommy, really Enid?!

“I suppose that isn’t… inaccurate.” Enid just let out a little whine of embarrassment and focused her eyes on the card table in front of her. Another long pause in the conversation as Wednesday seemed to be thinking about something. Finally she tapped her finger on the table twice before continuing. “I have found myself… interested in the activities that it entails.” Yeah that tracked for Enid. “And I wish to try such activities, especially in a sexual manner. To do so a… partner is required.”

“So you need a sub? Or are you looking for a dom?” Wednesday’s eyes suddenly locked onto Enid’s and shit, Enid had said too much hadn’t she?

“You know more than you let on don’t you?”

Enid whined and sunk into her chair. It was a full on Wednesday death glare! “W-what?! Noooo. That’s like BDSM 101 stuff isn’t it?”

“Which implies you’ve taken some classes.” Wednesday had started to get up from her seat, leaning over the table to stare Enid down better. With a huff Wednesday sat back down though. “I don’t mean to interrogate you Enid but… I am wanting to find a partner to partake in the BDSM world with. I need someone who I can trust and there is no one that I trust more than I do you. I also value our friendship and do not wish to do anything that could strain or break it. Yet…” Enid started to sit back up and watch Wednesday mull through her thoughts. “Yet Nevermore and Jericho do not have a large population so I believe my chances of finding someone who I both trust and find attractive to be less than one percent at this point. If you would rather not explore this path with me, if you believe our friendship could not survive such a thing, then we may simply forget this conversation ever happened. But if you would like to discuss the possibility then I suggest an exchange of secrets. You tell me what you are hiding and I will… disclose something very private as well.”

That was… a lot for Enid to take in. Sure it wasn’t Wednesday asking her to go on dates and be her girlfriend but in some ways it was even more intimate. Could the two of them have sex, possibly really intense sex, and just keep it at being friends? Enid had trusted Wednesday with her life more than once over the years but could she really jeopardize their friendship with sex? Like Wednesday was one of the main reasons for her gay awakening! How could she have sex with her and then just be friends afterwards. She couldn’t… She shouldn’t…

Wednesday standing above her, running a cool hand through her hair, “Such a good girl for me.”

But on the other hand how could she turn down the opportunity?

“Alright, just… give me a sec.” Enid stood up and quickly walked over to her dresser. Pulling open her socks drawer she reached into the back and moved some things around before pulling out a nondescript, small brown box. She sat back down and nervously tapped her fingers over the box's top. “This has to stay like… super secret! And like, if it ever got out that I… well… just look.” She took the top off and pushed the box over to Wednesday.

As Wednesday looked inside she cocked her head in confusion. “Enid, I’m not sure I understand.” The girl in all back and white reached in and took out a purple leather collar. It’s inside was padded and on the front was a heart shaped ring that a leash could be attached to. However, there was something else already attached to it as well. Wednesday took the metal tag between her fingers and red what was engraved there. “Oh. I see now.”

Enid’s biggest, deepest, darkest secret (besides her massive crush on Wednesday) was that she was into, “Pet play…”

Wednesday nodded, already grasping onto the connotations and repercussions that such a secret must have for a werewolf. “As you’ve said to me more than once, your secret is safe with me.” She gently placed the collar back into its box and slid it back to Enid. 

There was a pregnant pause between the two of them, it lasted far longer than Enid would have liked before she cleared her throat. “Wednesday, your turn.”

Wednesday looked away and glared at the floor. Had she hoped Enid had already forgotten the deal? “Of course. …Last week when I… masturbated to the thought of you it… was specifically of either you or myself bound up in what I’ve learned is called shibari. It… was also the first time I experienced an orgasm.”

Wow and if that didn’t do things to Enid she didn’t know what would. She had to take several calming breaths before she asked in just above a whisper, “Wow, are we really going to do this?”

“It seems like both of us are at least agreeable to the idea.” Enid saw Wednesday very quickly licked her lips. “Shall we reconvene tomorrow to discuss rules and what activities we expect and allow?” Enid gulped and nodded, wow they really were. “Good, until tomorrow then.”

Enid snorted a laugh, “You make it sound like we won’t see each other until then.” Wednesday just rolled her eyes and went to her typewriter and started to pound away at the keys.

They were really going to do this.

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The Rules:

1. No strings attached; This doesn’t change their friendship, either party can break it off without question.
2. Boundaries will be respected! Neither party will guilt or try tricking the other into doing something they don’t want.
3. Aftercare will be done for both the dom and sub of the scene, no exceptions. What is required may change scene to scene.
4. Everything stays in the scene. Secrets will be kept secret and this won’t change how they act outside of a scene.
5. Communication and check-ins should happen before, during, and after a scene. This can include check-ins several days after the scene. Discussions should happen often so what did and did not work can be talked about and so that both parties are kept up to date on the others boundaries.
6. The rules may be changed and updated as required and both parties must agree to any updates.

“Rule 7, Enid gets three best friend hugs a week now.”

Wednesday let out a huff through her nose. “I believe that would go against the spirit of rule one wouldn’t it? Besides with your aftercare requirements I’m sure you will get more than enough hugs.”

Enid giggled behind Wednesday, probably still sprawled out upside down on her bed as Wednesday finished typing up their agreed upon rules. “Wow, already confident that this is going to become like a weekly thing?” Wednesday was glad she was still turned away so there was no chance of Enid catching a hint of the heat on her face.

“Hardly. Besides, we still haven’t had our first scene. Who knows if this will even work out?” Although said in her usual monotone, and with no hints otherwise, that was actually one of Wednesday’s greatest fears. That last week was somehow a fluke. The day after her orgasm she had tried again (making sure to keep Enid out of her thoughts) and it was like all the other times. Frustrating and useless.

A hypothesis had formed though. When she had come clean to Enid and then asked if Enid had found her attractive and received an affirmative answer Wednesday had… felt something. The beginning of arousal. That just added to the hypothesis that it was something about BDSM and Enid and gave her the final push to bring the topic up with her roommate.

“We have other matters to finalize before even that.” Wednesday unlatched the paper currently in her typewriter and pulled it out. She held it up and looked over her shoulder to Enid. “Do you wish to have a copy?” After seeing the, yes, still upside down Enid shake her head Wednesday placed the rules off to the side. Wednesday then rose from her seat, dragged the chair a few feet with her and spun it around so she could sit facing Enid.

Enid took the opportunity to roll back up and into a more proper sitting position on her bed with her legs crossed. “Right, right. Safewords and what not. So, I was thinking of using stoplight colors for check-ins? Ya know, Red for pause, Yellow for slow down, Green for good. Red wouldn’t stop the scene just, give us a moment to talk about what isn’t working anymore. Make sense?”

Wednesday nodded in agreement. “Which gives us a spectrum to help dial into our specific tastes. Then the safewords become something we use when either of us believes a scene has gone too far and to bring a close to it immediately. I believe Black Dahlia would make a good safeword for myself.” 

“Like the plant Gates got you when you first came here? And your favorite unsolved murder?” Wednesday nodded, pleased her roommate remembered such a detail about herself. “Alright then… I’ll have Wolfsbane be mine.”

“Thematically appropriate, I approve.” Enid shot her a somewhat smug smile and bounced once in place. “What about how we should address each other during a scene?”

Leaning back on her hands Enid looked up to the ceiling and hummed in thought. “I mean I’ve always just been Puppy or Enid and the dom was just… their name or master slash mistress.” Wednesday felt an irrational spike of irritation, Enid had almost said someone else’s name there. She almost wanted to ask how many others she had done such things with and their names so she could… she wasn’t sure exactly but it probably included maiming. 

Irrelevant. Wednesday banished the thought from her head and looked over to the large round window in the center of their dorm. “I believe it would be good to keep our names out of scenes, as to not allow bleed over in the relationships. Master and Mistress are good titles but I think a name should also be attached to make it easier to know when you are being properly respective.”

Enid let out a laugh, almost a giggle, “Wow, already thinking about how to be a bratty bottom aren’t you?” Wednesday looked back over to the blond, her brow furrowed in confusion. Enid just waved the unstated question away, “I’ll explain later. Back to names. What are your ideas for my pet names?”

“Wouldn’t you prefer to choose your own for such a thing?”

Enid shook her head, giving those golden waves of hair a bit of a flick at the end. “No? Kinda? Like, obvi I have to approve it but it, like, also plays into the power dynamic. It’s almost like naming a pet. You want to choose something you like but is also appropriate and that you think they’d like. You get me?”

Wednesday paused for a few moments and gave it thought. “Would mon chiot like to be called Sunshine then?” Even from where she was sitting Wednesday could see the blush climbing up Enid’s face. She felt a bit proud about getting such a reaction with just a few words, of course she continued to just stare with her usual impassive face at Enid.

“That’d be good. Was that French?”

“Yes, for my puppy.”

There was a lull in their conversation, most likely awkward for Enid but not for Wednesday, no. Enid cleared her throat. “Sunshine, huh? Is it because I’m so bright and cheerful?” Enid had jumped back up into her usual peppy self at this point.

Yes “Because you’re hard to look at.” Delivered in her usual deadpan Wednesday smirked as Enid hunched over and frowned.

“Rude.” Then Enid smirked back and leaned forward. “Then I get to call you Moonlight don’t I Kitten?” Which was followed up with a wink at Wednesday.

Wednesday turned her head to check on the weather for no particular reason. Slightly overcast, could be better weather. “Really, Moonlight? Is it because you can’t help but howl at me?”

“Nope!” Enid went back to leaning on her hands behind her, “It’s cause there’s no moonlight without the sun shining.” Wednesday had to concede the point to Enid on that one, it seemed they were even in this tit-for-tat exchange. They were getting distracted though.

“Dom names. I was thinking of Madame or Mistress Circe for myself.”

“Where did you pull that one from?”

“She was a Greek goddess of sorcery and magic.” Wednesday offered with a shrug.

“Oooh, calling yourself a god, how humble of you.” Enid chuckled at her own joke and Wednesday did find it a bit amusing herself but showed nothing on her face. “Sounds good though. Then I’d like to be called Venus. Mistress Venus to you.”

“That’s Roman, not Greek. You broke the themeing.”

With a groan Enid fell back onto her bed. “Ugh, both gods, so close enough. Plus Venus is a planet full of poison and like rains acid!”

Enid did know Wednesday’s tastes very well at this point. “I suppose I wouldn’t be opposed to calling you that. I believe that covers most things. Let’s discuss what our first session should be and when.” Her lips were suddenly feeling dry and she swiped her tongue along them to rectify that.

“Hrm, I mean… something simple to just kinda get used to each other? I’m most used to subbing in petplay so… probably that. Um, anything… like light or simple you’d like to start with?” Enid was still laying on her bed but she was stiff as a board, legs and back all straight and hands clasped over her stomach.

Wednesday’s stomach felt like a murder of crows had been scared from a carcass, their preparations were almost complete and they were nearly at the starting line. “Biting… if it isn’t too much to ask for. Any… anything else you would want?”

Wednesday heard Enid clear her throat twice. “...Just some light praise. You’re doing well or… good girl… that sort of thing would be nice.”

“Yes, of course.” Seconds began to crawl by as neither roommate spoke, both of them fidgeting where they were. “When… when do you think would be a good time to start?”

“I mean… we don’t have to prep or order anything… it is Friday today…” Wednesday saw Enid begin plucking at the blanket she was laying on. “So, like… now?...Or later today? Or tomorrow if you want more time to prep or whatever!”

Another pause that felt far longer than it actually was. “Yes, I believe now is as good a time as any.” Fewer chances for either of them to decide to back out at the last second.

“Yep, now is good. Oh!” Enid finally sat backup and hopped off her bed and grabbed something from her desk. “Here. Get us some water and I’ll… I’ll get ready?” She asked as she held out her water bottle, a pink plastic thing that was almost completely covered in stickers. 

Wednesday took it with a nod before grabbing her own bare black metal one. She wasn’t sure she could have spoken even if she wanted to, the crows had migrated from her stomach to her heart and throat. It was a short trip to the bathroom to fill the water bottles and she heard Enid move around as she did.

When she stepped back into their room she felt slightly disappointed. Enid was just standing there in the center of the room still wearing her big pink sweater and white pants with the cloudlike designs on them and those awful rainbow socks. “What should I do with these?” Wednesday asked, holding up the now full water bottles.

Enid shrugged and rocked from foot to foot. “Just… wherever really.” Wednesday strode across the room and deposited them on Enid’s desk before turning back around.

“And… how do we proceed now?” The crows had started to die off and now Wednesday just felt… off. She didn’t know what to do and she disliked not knowing what to do in new situations.

“You know just… tell me what to do. Give orders like you would a pet? Or whatever.” Wednesday wanted to roll her eyes. Yes Enid, such clear directions. 

“Then… come here.”

“Of course,” Enid cleared her throat, “Mistress.” Right, Wednesday needed to remember to not use Enid’s name. 

Endi dutifully strode over and next to Wednesday, getting close enough to be in her space and causing Wednesday to look up to meet her eyes. She knew Enid was taller than her, especially after that growth spurt after she transformed, but it never seemed… relevant until now. Wednesday shouldn’t be looking up into those beautiful blue eyes but down, she was supposed to be in charge right?

“En-” That wasn’t her name right now. “S-sunshine,” it felt silly saying that name to her roommate, “sit.” Enid carefully knelt down and sat back on her heels and looked up at Wednesday, her mistress. Now what? What else did you tell pets to do?

“Lay down?” Again, without complaint Enid changed positions and was now laying down on her back, still looking up at Wednesday. “Roll over?” This time Enid rolled her eyes at Wednesday but did as asked, rolling over on the ground once.

This was stupid. 

“Enid stop. This is silly and all of this was a terrible idea.” Wednesday could feel the anger and disappointment bubbling up inside her but she clamped down on it as always. She started to walk to their door. “I don’t know why I thought-”

“Whoa, Red! Pump the brakes!” Enid jumped up from the floor and barred Wednesday’s path. “Wednesday, you’ve barely given it a chance. Look, I know this is embarrassing and awkward, hell, you just had me roll on the floor, that’s sups awkward! But any first time between two people is gonna be awkward and embarrassing. But you also gotta realize that you told me to roll over.” Enid threw a hand up to forestall any argument Wednesday may have brought to that, “But you could have asked me to like, strip down or kiss your hand or something and I probably would have done it. So, if you ask me to do something silly I’ll do it but if you ask me to do something sexy I’ll do that too. So, color?”

Wednesday mulled it over for a few moments before caving in. “I suppose I can give this another try. Green.” The two of them stood for a moment before Enid made a ‘go on’ gesture. “Right… come here?” Enid once again stepped forward into Wednesday’s space. “Step back?” She took a single step back as requested and was no longer crowding Wednesday.

Right, I’m in charge. She has to do what I say. “En-” She had to catch herself from saying the wrong name again, “Sunshine, take off your sweater?”

“Is that a question or a command Mistress?” 

Wednesday cleared her throat. “Take off your sweater, Sunshine.” There, better, more forceful and assured of herself. Wednesday caught the start of a blush on Enid’s cheeks as she reached down to the hem of her sweater. Slowly, hesitantly, inch after inch of smooth skin is revealed. Wednesday’s mouth feels sticky and tacky as if she had inhaled a poor spider’s web by accident. She works her mouth open and closed trying to get enough moisture to expel the feeling but she can’t. 

On instinct she looks away, to give her friend some privacy but… she can look right now. She should look right now. It was her right to look. So, she looked. Her eyes gazed over the flat plain of her stomach and up to her breasts, still covered in a white bra with a bit of lace around the edges, to the now bare shoulders and arms moving to cover herself in embarrassment. 

“Arms to your side.” The words left Wednesday’s mouth before she even fully registered them, their tone brokered no argument. Enid ‘eeped’ and her hands firmly planted themselves against her sides, allowing Wednesday an unobstructed view. She took a moment to take it all in before her eyes drifted up. Enid’s face was bright red but in her eyes Wednesday saw something. Excitement. Want. 

“Remove your bra.” Her hands only hesitated for a moment but the blond’s hands did move. Slowly, as if still unsure if she was following the order correctly, she undid the clasp and caught the cups before they could fall away. Enid removed one strap and then the other, keeping the bra in place with the other hand until both straps hung limply. She then took a breath and tossed the bra away and before her hands could cover herself, “Arms to your side.”

The blush on her face was absolutely scarlet at this point but Wednesday barely registered that. No, she was much more interested in those perky peaks with pink nipples. She watched as they rose and fell with each breath and it was… entrancing to just watch. 

Wednesday could begin to feel it, that pooling need, the starting point of an unnatural heat spreading through her body. She wanted more and she knew how to get it.

“Remove the rest of your clothes, mon chiot.” As Enid’s hands undid the button and zipper of her pants Wednesday began to move. She circled Enid, her eyes roving up and down, drinking in the site as white pants were kicked away. Her socks quickly joined the pile of clothes and by the time Wednesday had finished circling her she had her thumbs in her underwear. “Go on.”

As she pushed them down Enid bent over, obscuring Wednesday’s view. She stepped one foot and then the other out of the pair of white panites that matched her bra and then slowly raised herself back up, hands sliding into place to hide her flower. “Arms behind your back, mon chiot. And legs apart.” There was a soft whine from Enid but Wednesday barely heard it, she could barely hear anything over the beating of her heart and her heavy breathing. 

Enid stood before her. Naked. On display. Just because she had said a few words. Her eyes went between Enid’s legs, below a small patch of blond was vagina, pink and flush and just slightly spread apart. Wednesday felt herself lick her lips and step forward. Her eyes fell upon the purple collar and she reached out and looped a finger through the heart ring in front. With a single tug she brought Enid’s face level with her’s and dark brown gazed into blue.

“Open.”

“W-what?”

“Open your mouth Sunshine.” Still with a bit of confusion on her face Enid did as asked and opened her mouth. Wednesday examined her oral cavity, passing special attention to the werewolf’s teeth, and then placed two fingers into it. She ran them along the teeth and felt a shudder run through her. Then a small gasp left her as she felt those teeth press down slowly. 

“Bad puppy,” there was a whine from the other girl and she tried to pull back but Wednesday hooked her fingers against Enid’s teeth and kept her in place. “If you’re going to bite, do it right.” This time teeth snapped down and pressed in hard, not enough to break her skin but close, and Wednesday couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath and soft moan that left her. “G-good girl.” She could feel the werewolf shiver in delight before she let go of Wednesday’s fingers.

“Th-thank you, Mistress.”

Wednesday could feel the fire beginning to burn in her loins, could almost feel the arousal gathering on her lips. An idea sprung into Wednesday’s head. “Do you touch yourself, Sunshine?”

Enid blinked twice before asking, “In what way?”

Annoyed, Wednesday snapped back, “Do you masturbate?” Last time she tried using euphemisms.

Surprise ran across Enid’s face. “Oh, yeah, er, yes Mistress.”

“How?”

Enid licked her lips and looked away briefly before looking back into Wednesday’s eyes. “Does Mistress want me to tell or… show?”

Those words felt like a livewire running through Wednesday’s body. “You will both show and tell me, mon chiot.” Enid bit her lip and her eyes flickered over to her bed.

“May I use the bed?”

“Yes, of course.” Wednesday watched as Enid walked the few feet towards and then crawled onto her bed. She positioned herself at the head, sitting with her back against it and her legs spread apart and bent. 

Wednesday followed after her, dropping her jacket as she took her position at the foot of the bed. It felt like a nightmare, her heart was beating so fast and nothing felt quite real to the touch but then Enid was sitting there, nude save for the purple collar around her neck. 

“F-first,” the psychic’s eyes snapped to the blond’s, Wednesday was awake but the dream kept going. “I just sort of… run my hands across myself… warm up a bit.” From eyes to multicolored nails Wednesday watched intently, tracking the hands as they slid from breasts to thighs and then back up. “Then I… just kinda cup it, put some pressure there…” One hand slid over her mound and rocked back and forth. “I-I like to tease… a bit…” She switched to one finger sliding between her lips, all the way up to her clit and then all the way down to her entrance, back and forth several times.

It felt like Wednesday’s body was moving but she was too focused on the show in front of her to care. “Th-then I, oh god, I add a bit more,” a breathy moan passed Enid’s lips as a second finger joined the first rubbing herself. Occasionally the two would spread out and, oh Wednesday could see everything. “A-and a bit of… bit of playing with my… my breasts…” She sounded so short of breath as her second hand began rubbing and groping at her left breast, thumb occasional swiping over it.

Something hit the floor and Wednesday was broken from her trance. She saw her shirt and sweatpants sitting there and realized she was sitting there in her plan black bra and underwear. Another moan cut across the room and Wednesday realized she had missed something being said as Enid was now pushing two fingers into herself, pumping a few times, then pulling them out and swirling it around her clit.

“T-touch m-me…” If Wednesday was in her right mind she would have hated how breathy and warbly her voice just came out but right now she didn’t care.

“W-what?” Enid’s eyes found her own and she looked almost delirious so unfocused and cloudy they were.

Wednesday gulped and put some steel into her voice. “Come and touch your mistress like that. Now. And bite me.”

Enid’s pupils were so blown out after that order Wednesday could barely make out the blue anymore. In the blink of an eye she was next to Wednesday, helping her tear off her bra and pull off her panties and by hell there was a string of her arousal between her panties and entrance as they pulled them off.

“Kiss?”

Wednesday nodded her head eagerly and then lips were pressed against hers before being quickly replaced by teeth. The dark haired girl pulled back and hissed out a “Yess,” and then her back arched as her breath escaped her. She felt fingers on her slit, warm and wet fingers, as they rubbed and dipped and oh, Enid was straddling her leg and she could feel her humping her wet folds against it.

“Yes, yes, more, yes,” Were the only thoughts and words she could muster. And Enid’s lips and teeth were on her neck and then breasts and then they were kissing again before she moved back to her shoulders. It was too much and not enough all at once as she felt sweat start to bead on her forehead. Then she felt fingers pressing into her entrance and all she could think was, “Faster, deeper, yes.”

And those fingers obeyed her command and then something was biting her tongue and she couldn’t focus or think or…

Then her whole body was shaking and she was seeing stars. She could feel herself clenching around something that was still moving inside her and then it slowed and stopped. Wednesday was floating and nothing else mattered. 

The psychic’s senses then came back into focus and she could feel Enid still humping her leg. She looked down at the blond and saw desperation in her eyes as the words she was saying finally hit her, “Please can I cum? Can I finish Mistress? Please? Can I please?” And Wednesday quickly nodded.

“Yes, yes please go ahead.” Enid’s hand jerked out of Wednesday’s vagina and then she could feel it rubbing against her leg.

Enid buried her head into the crook of Wednesday’s neck and began a chant of “thank you thank you thank you” before she felt shuddering moans and whines being buried there. 

The two of them just sort of collapsed and squirmed into some semblance of comfortableness.

“Good?” One of them asked.

“Good.” The other replied.

“Nap?”

“Nap.”

And the two roommates allowed their eyes to close, just for a few moments at least.

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Enid woke up with a start. Her initial jerk reaction to sit up and look around was thwarted as some weight was weighing down her right side and was tangling it up. Enid still whipped her head around almost in a panic as she took stock of herself, hopefully she hadn’t been kidnapped… again.

She was in her room so kidnapping went out the window. Her left leg was dangling off the side of her bed and Enid realized she must have woken up when it had slipped off and touched the floor. That was odd, why was she on the edge of her bed? Enid looked to her right and quickly found out why her arm was asleep and what was weighing her down.

Wednesday was laying partially atop her, arm pinched between the smaller girl and the bed, her right leg tangled between both of Wednesday’s and one of Wednesday’s arms resting on Enid’s chest. As she was looking down at her bestie their eyes met and memories hit Enid like a truck.

“You will both show and tell me, mon chiot.”

Cool skin rubbing against her doing anything but chilling her. 

Dark eyes shut, head thrown back in a silent scream as pleasure racked her body.

She needed to cum, she needed Mistress to let her cum.

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you”

Enid could feel her face heating up like a Christmas tree. How was she supposed to deal with this? Waking up next to her roommate after having some of the best sex of her life? 

Luckily for her Wednesday made the first move. Saying nothing and keeping her usual impassive face in place, though Enid was sure she saw some blush there, she began the process of extracting herself from Enid's side and sitting up.

“Enid-” Wednesday said, her voice cracked and raspy like someone dying of thirst before she shut her mouth and tried to clear her throat. “Water please.” This time her words came out they were still raspy but sleep heavy and healthier sounding. Enid could almost believe the shiver that ran through her came from the cold air.

She slipped off her bed and grabbed both water bottles, passing Wednesday’s hers. As Enid drank almost the entire thing in one go she realized she was still wearing her collar and… nothing else. And Wednesday was still naked too. Enid turned around as subtly as she could and sat down on her bed with her back to Wednesday. 

The two of them sat there, silence between them save for the sounds of shifting sheets and the subtle sounds of water being drunk. After hesitating for a bit Enid reached up and pulled her hair off to the side and asked, “Wednesday? Can you come take my collar off?”

“Of course but can’t you do it yourself?”

“I mean yeah but it’s easier for you to do it and you’ll probably be the one taking it off and putting it on me now.”

Enid felt the bed dip as Wednesday shifted over to her and then the pressure of her working the buckle. “Why would I be the one doing it if you can?” Enid was glad Wednesday couldn’t see her fondly rolling her eyes.

“Couple of reasons actually. One is it’s way easier for someone else to put on and take off. Two, it kinda helps set up the scene and mindset. Like, once it gets put on I can stop being Enid and you stop being Wednesday and we become a pet and their owner. It’s also like a trust thing? Like, it’s the start of the scene and it’s the first step showing I can trust you with what we’re about to do, like, if you can’t even put a collar on me correctly how can I trust you with properly disciplining me or whatever.”

Enid felt her collar start to slip and grabbed it before it could fall and finished pulling it off. She felt Wednesday shift back and hum in thought. “A modern day ritual akin to some cultures' priests donning specific garbs and masks to take on the specific spirits they represent.”

“I guess?” Enid said with a shrug and started to turn around. Once her eyes fell on Wednesday’s naked body she paused. Dusky pink nipples on petite breasts, pale skin dotted with over a dozen deep red teeth marks across her shoulders, breasts and neck, swollen lip and those almost black eyes. She whipped her head around so she wouldn’t be tempted to stare. “So! How ya feeling?”

“Fine. I don’t believe I shall develop any muscle aches from the awkward position I fell asleep in as it was only for an hour. I could certainly do with a shower.” Enid could definitely use a shower herself she realized, dried sweat and… other fluids were not the most pleasant thing.

“Same. But I was more meaning like… the biting? You aren’t hurt? You… liked what happened?”

There was a pause and Enid worried that this was going to be a one time thing. That Wednesday didn’t want her, not like that, and she’d never get to kiss her or touch her like that again and how could she ever find someone that made her feel-

“It was quite enjoyable. The biting especially. The bruising will be delightful reminders of our activities. If you are amenable I would like to do this again. Soon.”

And oh… Oh. Enid could feel herself blushing and biting her lip. “Tomorrow night? I have plans to see a movie with Yoko tomorrow and I’d need to pick some things up for what I have in mind.”

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Enid had been buzzing with excitement all day. She barely paid attention to the movie with Yoko and was able to get her to go back early when she had told her Wednesday wanted her to pick something up from Uriah's Heap. From there it was simple to slip into the local pet shop, buy a black leash and get a new tag engraved at that neat little machine they had for it. She had also been texting with Wednesday, sending her some articles to read up on pet play and aftercare and discussing what the both of them would want specifically.

So was it any surprise when she burst into her dorm and immediately looked for Wednesday?

She spotted her reading on her bed, probably something like ‘American Psycho’ or ‘Unsolved Murders of 2020’ or something like that. “Hey Wednesday! You have dinner yet?” It was seven o'clock that was already Saturday night right? She wasn’t being too eager was she?

Wednesday shut and set aside her book and stood up from her bed. “Yes, I have. I’m also ready to begin our scene whenever you are.” The dark haired girl reached beneath her bed and pulled out a cord of rope. Enid let out a breath of relief, she wasn’t the only eager one it seemed.

“Yep, let me just grab everything and then… um, dress down.” Enid could already feel the embarrassment and excitement of what they were about to do heat her face. She grabbed her collar from its hiding place and quickly exchanged the golden tag that read ‘Puppy’ with the new black one that read ‘Sunshine’ she had just gotten. She also took out a small pink bullet vibe she owned and put it on her dresser.

This next part was still embarrassing and she had to take a moment to work up her nerves. Stripping down and being naked and planning on being naked and seen was still new with her and Wednesday. Strip she did though and once she was naked she grabbed her collar and leash and strode over to Wednesday as confidently as she could. Which is to say hunched over and trying to cover herself as she nearly ran over.

“Here,” She nearly squeaked, thrusting the items to Wednesday to take before turning around. Enid heard Wednesday step up to her and it felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest as her hair was brushed to the side by cool hands.

“Safewords?”

“Wolfsbane.”

“Black Dahlia. If you can’t speak for whatever reason?”

“Tap or knock three times quickly.” She could feel the leather of her collar being placed on her throat. As it was slowly tightened she repeated to herself I’m Sunshine, Mistress Circe’s pet puppy. I’m Sunshine, Mistress Circe’s pet puppy.

“Is this too tight?” Enid stretched her neck side to side and swallowed.

“A bit tight, yeah. Go up a notch? See if you can fit two fingers under it.” She felt the leather briefly tightening before it loosened. Wednesday No, Circe now slipped her index and middle under the collar and gave it a tug.

“Good?”

“Yes.”

Sunshine felt Mistress Circe’s hands run from her neck down her arms to grab hold of her wrists. “Arms behind your back.” She felt a shiver run through her at the command and the feeling of cool hands against her skin. Sunshine moved her arms behind herself and let her Mistress position her arms like she wanted. “Now… be a good girl and stay still.” She could do that. She could be a good girl and stay still for Circe.

Her Mistress’s hands left her and she whined at the loss of contact. She almost moved her arms and turned around to look where she went but she was a good girl so stayed where she had been asked. “Don’t whine, I was just grabbing the rope.” She felt those wonderfully cool hands on her again which was soon followed by said rope. Sunshine felt it loop around her upper arms four times before tightening a bit. “Is this too tight? You aren’t straining any muscles?”

Sunshine shook her head and made a negative sound. The rope was then looped around her forearms four times, each loop tugging her upper arms slightly, the rope must be forming a T-shape behind her. She then felt the rope cinch up, “How does it feel now? Try moving your arms.” Sunshine tried to pull her arms apart but there was no give so she just hummed in the affirmative. 

“Good.” There was a slight pause before she felt a hand patting her head. “Good girl? You stayed still the whole time. …do you want a treat?” Circe sounded unsure of herself but Sunshine felt a beaming smile come across her face and let out a happy bark. She heard Mistress whisper under her breath, “Barking really?” and of course she would bark, she was Mistress’s puppy!

She heard Circe step away and the crinkling of a wrapper being opened. “You can move around now, come here and get your treat.” Happily she spun around and saw Circe holding out a piece of her favorite chocolate bar for her. Giggling happily she skipped over and munched down on the sweet treat, giving Mistress Circe’s fingers a lick to get any little stains that may have been left behind.

“Now I was almost done with the chapter I was reading. Once I finish it we can play.” Sunshine let out a long pitiful whine at that and gave her Mistress the saddest eyes she could muster, she thought they were going to play now. Circe let out a sigh, “You may sit on the bed with me if you behave yourself and are quiet.” Sunshine happily barked and then hopped onto Circe’s bed and did her best not to bounce in excitement. 

Mistress Circe rolled her eyes and grabbed her book. She sat down in the center of her bed and Sunshine made room for her. The puppy waited a moment but Circe didn’t order her to do anything else or make any move besides opening her book. She waited another moment before frowning. Did she really expect Sunshine to just sit here and do nothing? She crawled closer to her Mistress and paused. No reaction. She leaned in and bumped her head against Circe’s hand with a whine.

“Didn’t I say you need to behave and be quiet Sunshine?” She just whined again and nudged her head against Mistress’s hand for pets and scratches. “Ugh, use your words, what do you want?”

“Pet me please?” She looked up and pouted her lip at her owner.

“Fine, if it will stop you whining.” Yay! Mistress raised her hand and started to stroke Sunshine’s hair! She sighed happily and scooted down to lay her head in Circe’s lap. “So needy,” whispered Circe and Sunshine just giggled and hummed in agreement.

Several minutes passed this way, Sunshine happily snuggled in her Mistress's lap while she absently ran her hand through her hair and occasionally rubbing at her neck. It was so calm and peaceful Sunshine could just fall asleep like this! Before she could drift off though she heard the snapping of a book shutting.

Sunshine shot up and started bouncing in place, it was playtime! “Stop bouncing and go get the toy you want.” Sunshine didn’t need to be told twice. She hopped off and skipped over to her dresser. Carefully she leaned over and took the pink vibrator by its cord between her teeth. The puppy then ran back over to Mistress Circe and dropped the egg vibrator on her bed. “Pink. Really?” Sunshine just eagerly nodded her head.

 “Alright, up on the bed. How do you want to start it?” After Sunshine climbed back onto the bed she thrust her chest out, giving her boobs a nice little bounce. Mistress Circe licked her lips and then sighed as she picked up the vibrator. She flicked the remote on and pushed the slider to its top setting before lowering it down to just above its lowest. “Here we go then.”

Lifting her hand with the egg held between her fingers she pressed it to the edge of Sunshine’s nipple. She giggled softly and sighed at the faint buzzing pleasure that was slowly being circled around one and then the other nipple. The buzzing got a little faster and Sunshine let out a soft gasp as it dragged across the tip of her nipple. “Did you like that mon chiot?” She eagerly nodded, she also liked it when Circe called her that, claiming her in that sexy accent. 

Sunshine gasped again and a long moan left her throat as the vibrator was turned to its highest setting and pressed into the middle of her nipple. She was getting so wet she was sure she was dripping. She tried to whine but it broke into another moan as the vibrator was lifted from her skin and pressed onto her other side. Sunshine wanted to finger herself so badly right now but she could only flex her arms against the ropes binding her.

“Do you want more mon chiot?” Sunshine eagerly nodded and had to bite her lip from using her words. She saw the barest smirk on Mistress Circe as she pulled the pink vibrator away and lowered it onto-

“Shit! Yellow!” Sunshine had instinctively kicked away and was almost at the edge of the bed. The psycho had put the vibrator right on her clit at the highest damn setting! “Turn it down a bit.”

Circe was frozen, mouth agape in shock. “I… yes, sorry.” She turned the vibrator down until it was just a faint buzzing and not the angry swarm of bees it was a second ago. “Should we…?”

“No, no, just, I’m good. Green.” Sunshine took a breath and then scooted back over to the center of the bed.

“Again, apologies Sunshine. What can I do to help make it up?” The puppy thought for a moment before leaning forward with pursed lips. “A kiss?” She shook her head. “...Kisses?” She made a happy affirmative hum and nodded before pursing her lips again. Circe leaned in tentatively and gave her a peck. A beat and then another one. Then she pressed an actual kiss to her lips and wow Circe had such soft lips… she hadn’t noticed last time.

Circe pulled back and looked into Sunshine’s eyes. “I’m going to place the vibrator on your clit again. Can you be a good girl and stay in place?” Sunshine hesitantly nodded and tried to move her arms to brace herself but just felt the rope dig into her skin for her troubles. Circe must have noticed as she put a hand on Sunshine’s shoulder to keep her steady as she placed the vibe on her clit again.

It sent a jolt through her body but she managed to not kick away this time and just let herself take a sharp breath. “Good girl, you did so well this time.” The praise made her happy and then she was ecstatic as Circe pressed more kisses to her lips. It felt so good she couldn’t help the moans that bubbled up. “There you go, good girl.”

Sunshine felt another jolt of pleasure as the vibrator started to rub up and down her wet slit and more gasps and moans were pulled from her lips. She could feel that familiar build up of pressure in her core at Circe’s efforts. Her breathing started to become ragged with more and more gasps interrupting her. “Such a good girl. Can you take more now?” She nodded and then heard the vibrator increase in speed once more.

Close. She was getting so close. Her eyes drifted shut as she moaned and gasped and strained against her bonds. “Sunshine, mon chiot, can you look at me?” Sunshine forced her eyes half open, they refused to open any further, and looked into those dark pools of her Mistress and just nodded once. “Good girl, can you keep your eyes open and on me mon chiot? I want to watch.” She quickly nodded and felt the pressure spike inside her. 

Sunshine felt the vibrations increase again as they were pushed right against her clit and then held there.

She took a breath.

Her eyes were so heavy but she kept them open.

She took another breath.

She tried to dip her head down but fingers grabbed her by the chin and kept her facing her Mistress.

She took another breath.

The pressure.

She took another breath and it exploded and her eyes snapped shut. She felt wave after wave of pleasure each one causing her to squeak as air escaped her lungs and she tried to curl in on herself but those fingers were keeping her in place. Then there were the words and oh the words drew her back into her body, still shaking with pleasure.

“Good girl, there’s a good girl. Mon chiot was so good. What’s your color Sunshine?” Right there was supposed to be more after this.

“G-green.”

“Good girl, do you want some water before we continue?”

“Yes, please.” She felt Mistress Circe leave the bed and she finally opened her eyes again. Her Mistress grabbed Sunshine’s bottle and carefully helped her drink from it. She then placed it back on the table she got it from and began to efficiently strip. When she turned back around Sunshine felt her breath stutter.

Mistress Circe was beautiful naked but what really stole her breath was the deep purple bruises marking her skin. Where she had bit Mistress last night. Where Mistress had wanted Sunshine to bite and mark her.

“We’re going to play a game now, Sunshine. I’m going to try and make you orgasm as many times as I can before you can make me orgasm. Do you understand?” Sunshine whined and nodded eagerly. “Lay down on your back.”

Doing as she was told was awkward, her arms being forced underneath her and putting an odd strain on her shoulders. That hardly mattered though as her Mistress swung a leg over her head giving her a perfect view of her slick pussy with its trim little bush above it. She eagerly licked her lips, she could hardly wait to dive into it.

Her Mistress lowered her core so Sunshine wouldn’t have to strain too hard to get at it before saying, “You may begin.” She shot up and her tongue began lapping at wet folds with gusto. Wednesday tasted divine. Mistress Circe moaned unexpectedly loudly, “Ooh good girl!” Sunshine flet pride that she could get her Mistress to moan so loudly! This game was going to be easy!

Then she felt something being pushed into her slit and her eyes went wide. The vibrator! Somehow she had forgotten it was there after it was switched off during her first orgasm. She felt the whirring of the vibrator and moaned into the cunt above her as it was pushed to its top speed. Sunshine could deal with this though, it was a lot but not too much. She flicked the tip of her tongue against her Mistress’s clit and received a gasp of pleasure. Yes, she could-

She felt lips on her clit. Then a tongue and then it was being kissed and sucked gently and oh god she was still sensitive from before! Wednesda-Circe was licking and kissing her pussy and it felt so much better than she could have ever imagined! 

She felt the pressure inside her building up at a dangerous rate. She had to work faster. 

Sunshine dove back into Circe’s pussy. Pushing her tongue into her entrance, licking madly at everything she could reach, sucking on her clit, everything and anything to get her to cum first. 

And it was working! Circe was gasping and moaning above her and had pulled back to breathe. 

Then she felt tongue and lips on her clit once more and Circe moaned once more giving it an amazing vibration against her clit.

Sunshine had to drop her head back and moan in delight as she was wracked with waves of pleasure again. Her head felt filled with cotton and she needed to… to… 

Her eyes drifted around before locking onto Wednesday’s pussy once more. Right, she needed to… god it was so hard to think with the vibrations in her pussy and Wednesday’s lips on her still sensitive clit! She needed something to even the playing field. If only she could think!

She bit her lip as she felt another, smaller, orgasm tear through her. How was she-Biting! 

Sunshine dug her fangs into her inner thigh as close as she dared to Circe’s pussy and felt her Mistress’s mouth fly away from her as she yelled, “Yes!” at the top of her lungs. Not wasting the opportunity she bit again just off to the side of the first and then went for the clit. Licking and sucking desperately before biting at the closest thigh she could. 

Wednesday moaned louder and louder until finally she fell silent as her legs clamped down on Enid and she felt a gush of fluid across her face. Finally! She did it!

It took a few moments but Mistress Circe released her head from her thighs and pulled the vibrator from her before shutting off the buzzing thing.

Another moment as the two of them just took much needed air into their lungs. 

God Enid was so tired she just wanted to close her eyes and sleep.

But then something was lifting her and shaking her shoulder. “Hey, wake up. We need to untie you.” Right, that’s why her arms and shoulders were hurting.

Enid eventually got herself up enough so that Wednesday could undo the knot and uncoil the ropes from her limbs. She stretched her arms above her head and heard several satisfying pops before letting herself fall back onto the bed.

“Enid… how are you feeling?”

“Tired… good… come cuddle…” There was a pause before she felt an arm wrap around her and a body pressed against her back.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” It almost sounded like worry in Wednesday’s voice.

“ ‘m just a little sore… just need sleep…” She mumbled taking a hold of the hand wrapped around her. “Mmm, blanket.” She kicked at the sheets until she was able to get her legs under them. She felt Wednesday reach over and pull them all the way up before settling back down. “Night Wends.”

As she drifted off to sleep she thought she heard Wednesday say goodnight to her too.

The next morning she woke up and was still wrapped in Wednesday’s arm and realized she was still wearing her collar.

Chapter Text

Wednesday Addams was concerned. 

There weren’t many things in life that did concern her, not like it did with other people. She did not want for wealth (along with the generational fortune the Addams family had accumulated over the years her father, as bumbling a fool he could be sometimes, was a surprisingly shrewd, savvy and lucky businessman) and her grades were top of the class. She had a clear goal of getting published before her nineteenth birthday (she would beat Mary Shelley) and was submitting her application to the universities that would dare accept her, both local and foreign.

No, what was concerning her was her recent actions in relation to Enid. It had been several weeks since they had started their arrangement and it had been… satisfactory. Good even. The concerning things had started after their fourth scene. During their aftercare (Wednesday had become very adamant about following that after she had read the articles Enid had sent her about dom and sub drop), after the proper balms and lotions had been applied to Enid to mitigate any damage from the rope and biting Wednesday had subjected her to, while they had been holding each other and, sigh, whispering reassurances to each other they had fallen asleep. Again. 

It seemed to happen every time. Whether it was a quick dozing nap or completely falling asleep until morning, one or both of them kept doing it. This wasn’t a problem in and of itself but really more a statement on the fact that the dormitory beds were designed for one person in mind. A simple solution for this plight was just to push the beds together to give them the room they needed.

That would have been the end of that but on the second night of rearranging their room Enid had somehow rolled over in her sleep in just the right way to fall in between the beds and push them apart just enough for her to fall to the floor.

Wednesday had found the whole thing amusing, Enid not so much. The next day Wednesday had gotten new sheets and a mattress topper that spanned their two beds and thus the two beds now acted much like a single larger bed. 

This was the start of a trend.

Wednesday found herself sitting closer to Enid whenever they ate or studied together, close enough to be almost brushing shoulders. She also started to realize she wished to initiate contact with her friend or was allowing her to touch her more often as well. She had also caught herself planning a scene just so that she could kiss and feel their skin against each other again. She had even allowed Enid to rest her head in her lap while she was reading a book and Wednesday had begun stroking her hair while she tapped away at her phone, both of them acting as if it was perfectly natural and not part of Enid’s pet play!

She wonders if all of that was part of why she had caved so easily to Enid’s request to take on the dominant role. 

It’s not that she didn’t want to take on the more submissive role but… well she wasn’t sure she wanted to take on the submissive role. 

Wednesday never had done well with authority figures, even ones that had won her begrudging respect. She especially chafed at seemingly pointless rules and those in charge that refused to be questioned. To willingly give up control to another person? Unthinkable.

But it wasn’t just another person now was it? No, it was to Enid, her roommate and best friend, the person she perhaps trusted the most. So, she had agreed to take Enid’s lead on this and allowed her to plan the scene. Apparently they were going to be doing some roleplaying. 

It seemed simple enough. She was to dress up and take on the role of Enid’s, or Madame Venus’s, maid and serve her tea; they had even gotten a small, cheap tea set and an electric kettle so they could do it properly in their room. Enid was to find faults for her performance and then punish and pleasure her. 

That’s how Wednesday found herself in her closet looking at her ‘uniform’. “Enid! Am I supposed to wear everything you gave me?!” 

“Yes, Moonlight! And it’s Venus now, remember?!” Right, she was supposed to refer to her as Venus now, they had already exchanged safe words and put on a simple black collar on Wednesday. Wednesday looked back at the uniform she had been given and frowned. Where had Enid even gotten such a thing? It was as if some pervert had seen a lady’s maid from the Victorian era and thought, ‘That’s nice but can we make it more degrading?’ It had puffed up black sleeves no longer than a t-shirts with a matching black bodice that had a neckline where it was being generous to call it a neckline as it plunged almost down to her chest and only really covered the shoulders. It didn’t even have a proper back until midway down! The skirt was a ruffly thing of black that didn’t even make it down mid thigh and then the entire thing had white frilly decorations that made it appear as if an apron was being worn over it but it was just part of the dress. To top it all off she had been given a pair of black stockings that reached just an inch or so below the skirt and what Wednesday was fairly certain was the same pair of cat ears from when she had first participated in the Poe Cup. 

She did like the matte black high heels though. They’d probably work well for formal interviews or if she was wanting to feel particularly femme fatale with her school uniform.

Thus Wednesday strode out of her closet, her heels giving a satisfyingly intimidating click with each step, and found Enid sitting at the table, tapping away at her phone, with the tea set ready to go. She sat there in a horrendously colored cropped and long sleeved shirt that clung tightly to her and what appeared to be a pair of teal colored yoga pants. Enid only briefly glanced up from her phone to look at Wednesday before going back to her phone. “Took you long enough Moonlight. Hurry and get my tea ready, I’ve waited long enough.”

“Of course, let me do that right away.” 

“Let me do that right away…?” It was obvious from the way Enid looked up from her phone and her tone of voice that she expected Wednesday to add on to what she had said.

“Let me do that right away… madam Venus.”

“Mistress Venus.” Enid quickly corrected.

“My apologies. Mistress Venus.” As Wednesday picked up the tea set on its platter she also noted that Enid had placed a riding crop on top of the table. The psychic licked her lips in anticipation of what was to come. 

Preparing the tea was simple enough, any proper Addams learned how to host visiting family and friends. As the water boiled she prepared the leaves, checked and made sure they had sugar and honey (she kept the arsenic and cyanide off knowing Enid wouldn’t want that) and felt a pang of annoyance at not having any milk for its dish. All in all it took hardly any time to prepare and she just had to wait for the water to boil. 

As Wednesday waited she felt that small unease, as if someone was watching her, but when she turned to look back at Enid she was looking at something on her phone. Either Enid was better at faking nonchalance than Wednesday gave her credit for or Wednesday was just being paranoid. She wasn’t sure which one she wanted more.

Finally the water was boiling and the kettle hissing. Wednesday turned it off, poured the water and allowed the proper time for the tea to steep before walking back over to Enid and her table. Setting the tray down she quickly and efficiently poured Enid a cup of tea and offered it to her. “Your tea… Mistress Venus.”

“Thank you, Moonlight.” The blond took the tea and waited a moment, perhaps to let it cool, and just watched Wednesday. Slowly she brought the cup to her lips and took a sip before placing the cup back down on its saucer. “This tea tastes terrible. Why didn’t you add any sugar or honey?” As she asked she crossed her arms and sounded, at least to Wednesday, honestly a bit peeved.

The psychic raised a brow at Enid before replying, “You did not ask for any-”

“Because you didn’t offer!” Enid cut her off before she could finish her sentence. “YOU are supposed to be MY maid. Shouldn’t you anticipate and know what I want and need? And if you don't, shouldn't you be finding that out?” Enid… did have a point, Wednesday supposed. Lurch always seemed to know or at least ask (in his own odd way) what they needed or wanted.

Wednesday heard a clink of porcelain against porcelain again and looked over just in time to see Enid put down the milk dish. “And why is there no milk?” She asked, folding her arms again and looking back at Wednesday.

“We don’t have any milk.” Enid had to know that, it wasn’t like they had a fridge here.

“We don’t have any milk…?” Once again Wednesday was prompted to finish her statement like proper.

“We don’t have any milk, Mistress Venus.” 

Enid rolled her eyes at that. “It’s like I have to tell you everything. If we don’t have any milk why didn’t you get any?”

Wednesday felt herself grit her teeth. Her pride was fighting against itself which was a strange feeling. On the one hand she wanted to strike out, to no longer play the little maid for Enid but on the other if she was going to play the maid she wanted to do it well enough that Enid didn’t have reason to… belittle her like this. Though on a smaller mutant hand she wanted to fail so Enid would finally hit her.

“I… I’m not dressed properly to go out… Mistress Venus.”

At that Enid smirked. “You’re right, you're not dressed properly. Now come here.” She said pointing next to where she was sitting. Wednesday was feeling somewhere between anger and confusion as her shoes clacked against the wood floor and stood where she had been asked. “Turn around.” Wednesday spun in a quick one-eighty on her heel, something she had made sure she could do in any type of footwear she used in case she needed to walk away from something for any reason. “Down.” Still following orders, at least for now, Wednesday went to first one knee and then the other.

Enid hummed before there was a snap and Wednesday felt a small sting on her back and flinched. “And what’s this?” Enid asked, snapping the strap of Wednesday’s bra again.

“That would-” Another snap and flinch from Wednesday, “would be my bra strap…” A pause and snap, “Mistress Venus.”

Again, Enid hummed before snapping her bra strap one more time. “That’s what I thought. Now stand up and lift up your skirt.”

“Excuse me?”

“No, I will not, you continue to fail at addressing me properly. Now stand UP.” Wednesday had to take a deep breath to keep herself in line but stood up and lifted her skirt as requested, not that there was much to lift up in the first place. There was a soft tsk, tsk, from Enid before Wednesday felt her grab the edge of her underwear before pulling it back and snapping it against her skin like she had with her bra strap. “And these are panties aren’t they? Why are you wearing bras and panties?” snap

“Because-” Wednesday couldn’t help the slight break in her speech as elastic snapped against her skin again. “-Mistress Venus. One-” snap “One generally wears underwear for-” snap “For protection, support of-” snap “-Support of the breasts and-” snap “comfort.”

“And were bras and panties provided as part of your uniform?” With another snap Wednesday could feel her annoyance rising higher and higher.

“No, but-” Wednesday nearly jumped in surprise as a much larger sting and snap happened against her thigh. She looked down and behind herself and saw that Enid had picked up the riding crop she had noticed earlier. Enid began tapping the crop against the spot she just hit with it against Wednesday’s thigh.

“No, they weren’t. But you decided,” There was another strike against her thigh with the crop and Wednesday took a sharp inhale and had to hold back a moan. There was the fire in her core, the fire that properly fed led her to a blissful moment of nothingness. “To wear them. You don’t make decisions unless I ask you to make one. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Venus.”

“Good, then come lay down on my lap.” Enid scooted her chair away from the table and patted her lap. “Face down, if that wasn’t obvious.”

Wednesday scowled as she maneuvered herself onto the werewolf’s lap. It was awkward to lay there, arms and legs hanging to the sides. Her legs are long enough to touch the ground but not long enough for her to kneel in this position leaving them at a weird angle. “If I may ask why, Mistress Venus?”

Enid let out an annoyed huff as she hiked Wednesday’s skirt up. “Because you’ve been a very bad maid, kitten.” She grabbed the black pair of panties Wednesday had on and yanked them down her leg. “So, I’m going to spank you. Keep count and say sorry after each one.” Her hand was lifted and then came down as if to smack Wednesday’s ass but stopped just short, instead groping and fondling it.

This was… humiliating. She was going to be punished like a spoiled-brat that had thrown a tantrum. Would she really allow for this to con-

SMACK! 

Wednesday was jolted out of her thoughts as Enid’s hand finally landed a strike on her ass. It was a most pleasant sting and shot a spike of arousal straight to her core. She couldn’t help the moan that followed. There was a pause and then another spank, this time hitting her other cheek. “Don’t forget to count and say sorry Moonlight.” Her hand fell again, returning to the first cheek struck but hitting a bit higher.

“Ahh, three. I’m sorry.” 

There was a huff from Enid. “Gods, can’t you do anything right Moonlight? You start counting at one and say ‘I’m sorry Mistress Venus’ otherwise it doesn’t count. Ready?” Was she threatening Wednesday with a good time? 

Enid’s hand had come down and was lightly stroking her butt, sending a pleasant tingle across her skin whenever she passed her strike zones. “Yes… Mistress Venus.” This time when her hand landed Wednesday took a quick breath and gave the proper response. “One. I’m sorry Mistress Venus.” Another strike, this time almost on her thigh. “Two. I’m sorry Mistress Venus.” Another one, this time right where her first spank had landed. “Three. I’m sorry Mistress Venus.”

Smack!

“Four. I’m sorry Mistress Venus.”

Smack!

“Five. I’m sorry Mistress Venus.”

Smack!

“Six. I’m sorry Mistress Venus.”

Smack!

“Seven. I’m sorry Mistress Venus.”

Smack!

“E-eight. I’m sorry Mistress Venus.”

Smack!

“Aaah I-I’m sorry Mistress Venus.”

“You lost count, we’re going to have to do that one again.” As Enid spoke she groped Wednesday’s ass and she shivered in delight. She would definitely have trouble sitting for the next day, maybe even more. As her thoroughly sore ass was smacked once again Wednesday bit her lip to hold back the moan and smirk that threatened to spill out. Another spank yet Wednesday continued to be quiet. 

Then the next one hit and Enid paused. “Wait a sec…” Her fingers dipped down to Wednesday’s pussy and spread them apart before easily plunging two into her opening.

“S-so close!” Wednesday nearly screamed. Each smack and grope had been feeding her desire and already it was close to consuming her, she just needed a little more, just a bit more.

“God damn it…” Enid nearly whispered above her. “I should have known you’re a fucking painslut.” Her fingers began pumping faster and faster. “Go on then, cum you painslut.” She was nearly there, just a bit more!

Smack!

Wednesday gasped. That’s just what she needed! She felt her limbs shaking and her core clenching and those euphoric waves that carried her away until the pain and pleasure became distant things. Then she came back down into a delightfully sore body, a bit tired and her muscles weren’t responding the way they usually did.

She felt herself being lifted up and then laid down onto her bed. Wednesday tried to get her hands and feet under her but then felt a hand pressing her back down, strong enough to overcome her still orgasm weak muscles. “Shh, shh, it’s okay, Wednesday just lay down.” The hand softly stroked her back that was exposed by the maid dress she was still wearing.

“Bu’ I wan’ more.” Her speech was slightly slurred and brain was just a bit foggy still but that was quickly lifting. She blinked her eyes and looked over to her side. She saw Enid getting their water bottles and the lotion they had been using to help with bruising and roughed up skin.

“Yeah but I’m not really comfortable with continuing right now.” Enid said before helping Wednesday lift up enough to drink. Wednesday knew Enid’s comfort with the situation took precedence over her own want for pleasure but it was still irksome, it was finally starting to get really good.

A shudder of pleasure ran through her body as Enid’s hands began rubbing the lotion on her abused behind, it was causing the pain to flare and ebb in the most delectable way. Once that was taken care of Enid helped her drink some more water before sliding down next to her and draping an arm across her back. This was Wednesday’s preferred aftercare touch, not being held or restrained or constantly moving hands but just a soft pressure, a reminder they were there.

“How ya feeling Wends?” She allowed the nickname to slide without comment this once (she denies letting it slide any other time before this) and hummed in thought.

“Fine. Satisfied but craving more. Looking forward to the soreness that sitting will bring tomorrow.”

Enid chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, knocking the headband she had almost forgotten about forward a bit. “Good. And you know I didn’t mean anything but what I said in the scene right? Because like, you are a super awesome amazing person Wednesday and you should know that. I was just being… like nitpicky to find a reason to punish you.”

“Pedantic.”

“Excuse you?”

Wednesday felt the barest tickle of a laugh escape her lips and allowed her eyes to close. “You were being both vague in your requests and then pedantic or exacting in your expectations. Easy enough to do but still devious in setting someone up to fail. I approve.”

Although she couldn’t see it she could hear the eyeroll in Enid’s tone of voice. “Of course you would.” She said before laughing, a common back and forth between the two of them by this point. “Up to feeling about talking about what you liked and stuff?”

“Hmm, in a moment, let me gather my thoughts.” Wednesday felt Enid squeeze her arm briefly where her hand was resting. The two of them just lay there, thinking and enjoying the quiet time with each other. Eventually Wednesday rolled over onto her side so she could look directly at Enid. “Alright.”

Enid smiled and had just readjusted as Wednesday rolled, keeping her hand and arm resting on Wednesday. “So, let’s just go from start to finish I think. The costume and roleplaying?”

“I’m still unsure about them. I can see the appeal of someone dressing up in a way that appeals to you but at the same time it almost seems like more effort than it’s worth if it’s just going to get in the way.”

Enid snorted. “Coming from the woman who’s become obsessed with hours upon hours of tying ropes together.”

Wednesday narrowed her eyes at her roommate. “That is a form of art and enhances the experience, not detracts.”

“Hmm, so if the costume served more of a purpose or didn’t get in the way you’d like it more?”

“Perhaps. I do agree that without underwear this costume does certainly have a… sense of risque to it.”

“Noted, but what about the roleplay itself?” Enid seemingly done with that bit of their discussion moved on.

“Odd. I felt myself wanting to both end the farce because I did not like you being in control and yet I wanted to prove that I could be a much better maid than you seemed to think I was.” Wednesday pursed her lips and hummed for a moment. “I believe we should come back to this later, after we have more time to think about it.”

“Gotcha. And what about me kind of belittling you before we got to the spanking?” 

“I understand what you were going for, trying to break me and make me submit but it really didn’t do anything besides make me upset and spark a desire to prove you wrong.”

Enid nodded and hummed. “Yeah, I kind of noticed that, so we can go ahead and put that on the not a fetish list then. And pain is obvi still at the top there.”

“Very much so. But what about you Enid? How did you feel about all this?”

“Well, I knew you would look killer in that getup and I was right. Couldn’t look at you for long because I wanted to jump you. I didn’t mind being the one in charge but I also didn’t really like the way I was trying to put you down. Once we got the the spanking I was a little hesitant at first but seeing how much you liked it it wasn’t an issue. I’m also not sure how to dom you? You just… don’t naturally submit and you WANT the punishment as much as the reward so… Yeah, you like being dominated but you’re definitely not a sub.”

Wednesday nodded. “Then in conclusion this was not an unpleasant experience and we’ve learned much we can use going forward then. Do you need a shower or can I use it first?”

“Oh, all yours, I just need to do a little washing and probably change out of these clothes.”

“Hmm, thank you then.” As Wednesday got up she leaned over and gave Enid a quick kiss on the cheek. She didn’t think twice about it until the water from the shower hit her.

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Usually when Enid was stuck on a problem she’d first try going to Wednesday for help but for this particular problem it didn’t feel right. The question, ‘How to properly dom Wednesday Addams?’ had been rumbling around in her head for days now. She liked the pain almost as much as the pleasure. Slap her ass, rub her clit, kiss her or bite her she liked it (at least in the bedroom) so how do you offer her a reward and punishment when both got her to where she wanted to go? Enid had thought maybe tickling or something along those lines would work but when she brought it up Wednesday had immediately put tickling on her banned list. She claimed she just didn’t like it but Enid thought there might be a story there.

So, that left Enid back at square one, no clue how to dom Wednesday because there was nothing she could do to control Wednesday and Wednesday just didn’t like following orders in the first place! There was nothing she could do!

That’s when the lightbulb went off.

If there was nothing she could do then maybe she just had to do nothing. Delay and denial would be the name of the game but knowing Wednesday it wouldn’t work right out the gate. She’d have to get her going first, rev her engine if you would. Then, once she was horny the choice would be to do what I say and get something or disobey and get nothing. It was devious! Wednesday would love it.

Enid didn’t want to spring it on Wednesday, that was just bad etiquette, but she also wanted it to be kind of a surprise. During one of their regular check-ins, making sure they were still all good on what they were wanting or if they weren’t feeling something lately or if they were thinking of trying something new, she brought up delay and denial for the both of them. Wednesday had agreed, a bit hesitant but still willing to give it a try, and then Enid just had to wait a few days before bringing up domming Wednesday again.

That’s how they ended up here. Wednesday, just in those black thigh highs Enid had gotten her for the maid costume and her collar, spread eagle with arms and legs tied to the bed posts. Enid standing off to the side having just finished tying her up, wearing a set of red, sheer lace lingerie that made her feel like a goddamn sex icon and a badass because honestly, she needed every advantage she could get here. Enid didn’t consider herself a very dommy person, she just liked giving people what they wanted, especially in bed! But Wednesday didn’t want things just handed to her. Wednesday wanted a fight and to struggle and then revel in whatever pain or pleasure she got. Maybe once Enid got a bit more comfortable they could do something like that, both of them trying to out dom the other until one submits. Thoughts for later though.

Right now she had a (nearly) naked Wednesday and a theory to test out. “Alright, how do the ropes feel?”

Wednesday did her best to curl in on herself and toss and turn managing only a few scant inches that pulled on her limbs in what looked like painfully straining ways. “You’ve been learning. Wrapping around the limbs multiple times to keep the cutting to a minimum but allowing for tightness and yet not too tight to have blood flow being obstructed too much. Solid knots as well. I expect it would take me at least ten uninterrupted minutes to get out.”

Enid couldn’t help the fond eye roll at that. “A simple good would have worked.”

“But then how would you know that you’ve improved and that I approve of such?” Was asked with a raised eyebrow and slight tilt of the head. “I wanted to make sure you knew in case I forgot.”

That… was actually kind of sweet and Enid had to look away for a moment. Just friends, just friends, remember you’re just friends with benefits.

“Hm, anyways, safewords one more time?”

Wednesday let out an impatient breath. “Black Dahlia to call things off and have you cut me out. Red to stop and check if I want out. Yellow to pause the current activity and Green to continue. Happy?”

“Immensely.” Enid said with a beaming smile as she picked up the riding crop she had only used sparingly when she had last tried domming Wednesday. “Now, say my name Moonlight.”

With a smirk Wednesday just said, “Venus.”

Enid just smiled back as she brought the crop down with a soft crack against Wednesday’s outer thigh. Wednesday-Moonlight sucked in a breath at the hit and let out an all too pleased sigh. “Moonlight, you know better than that. It’s Mistress Venus. Say Mistress Venus, kitty.”

Moonlight just continued to smirk. “Your name is Venus. Mistress is a title.” With that En-Venus brought her crop down on Moonlight’s other thigh earning another hitched breath and pleased sigh. 

“You think you're just so smart don’t you Moonlight?” Venus gave a few more smacks to her kitten’s thighs before taking the crop and rubbing it softly over her pussy lips. When she pulled back and looked at the piece of leather it was already a bit wet, not by much but it was noticeable. “Because no matter what you do you get what you want. If you’re bad,” she slapped the crop down, this time on Moonlight’s inner thigh getting a soft moan of mixed pain and pleasure, “you get hit. If you’re good,” she brought the crop down on her pussy again making sure to give her clit plenty of attention with the flat leather tip, “you get touched. And you’re fine with either one because you like them both so much don’t you?”

There was a breathy, “I doo,” from her captive as Venus continued to rub her pussy and clit with the crop.

“And so, you get to be in control. You get to choose whether you get pleasure,” At this Venus replaced the riding crop with the flat of her tongue, giving Moonlight’s slit a long slow lick and god how she loved the way Wednesday tasted on her tongue. She then continued her licking, up from her slit and past her belly button until she got to a nipple and gave it a soft kiss. “Or pain.” Venus gently bit down on the nipple and gave it a tug, earning a pleased groan from Moonlight. “And it doesn’t matter which one you choose because you want them both so much.”

Venus moved up further, pressing a kiss to those still smirking lips as her free hand made its way to Moonlight’s chest and began to grab and grope it. “But I figured out how to get you to do exactly what I want.” She kissed Moonlight again and felt the brief brush of their tongues before pulling back.

Moonlight looked up at her, smirk still in place, as if Venus was just bluffing. “Oh? And how do you plan on doing that?”

“I’m glad you asked, Moonlight.” Venus pulled back, ceasing all contact with her sub. “Absolutely nothing.” Venus would be a liar if she said there wasn’t some satisfaction watching that smirk fall into the usual stoic expression on Moonlight. “Well, maybe I’ll play with myself a bit.” Her free hand slid down her body before cupping her own pussy through her sheer underwear. “I do know how riled up you get when watching me.” And it was true, on more than one occasion Enid had seen just how enraptured and horny Wednesday became watching her get off, either by her own hand or her partners.

“W-what?” Moonlight gulped and her eyes were glued to Venus’s. Those dark eyes looked almost scared by what Venus was saying. It was honestly arousing how much control she had over Moonlight right now but she wasn’t cruel.

“Oooh, don’t worry kitten.” She leaned back in and gave Moonlight a quick kiss. “If you’re extra good I’ll even let you choose what reward you get. A few fingers in you or a whipping. You just need to trust me and listen to what I say and you’ll get what you want and so much more. Now, color?” She asked and brought a hand up to cup her cheek.

Venus saw Moonlight’s eyes move this way and that, calculating, thinking, and was worried that she would have to go back to the drawing board before finally, “Green.”

She had to hold back the sigh of relief she wanted to give at that, instead just pressing a deeper kiss to Moonlight and pushing her tongue into her mouth. After enjoying the kiss for long enough she broke away and smiled. “Good, now, what’s my name?”

“M-mistress Venus.” With those words spoken she brought the crop down across Moonlight’s stomach, leaving a bright red line behind and then a second.

“Now was that so hard Moonlight?”

“N-no, Mistress Venus.” Venus struck her twice more, leaving two crooked red Xs on pale skin. As Moonlight groaned in pain and pleasure she turned her head away as if in shame.

“Hey, no need to be ashamed of being polite and obedient Moonlight.” Reaching out Venus turned Moonlight’s blushing face back to look at her. “When you’re polite and obedient I can give you what you want. So what do you want?”

Moonlight swallowed and her eyes kept darting away from Venus. “W-would you touch me… down there…”

Venus chuckled and pressed a kiss to Moonlight. “Do you want me to fuck your pussy Moonlight?” It was delightful to see this side of Wed-Moonlight, this almost bashful girl.

“P-please, Mistress Venu-ah!” She gasped as Venus gave one of her stiff nipples a quick tug. 

“Good girl, being so polite. I think I have the perfect thing to fuck you with.” As she got up from the bed she made sure to leave one more lash across Moonlight’s thighs getting a very pleasant moan for her troubles. She had prepared a few toys just off to the side and grabbed a medium sized, deep purple, vibrator. Nothing straining but should fit inside Moonlight nicely as they continued to play. Venus hopped back onto the bed and switched the toy onto its lowest setting before sweeping it up and down Moonlight’s pussy. “How does this feel? Think you can take it all into your pussy?”

Moonlight shuddered and moaned at the vibrations and her hips tried to shove against it when it passed her clit but just pushed it away with how lightly Venus was holding it. “Feels good, Mistress Venus. Yes, Mistress Venus.” With a pleased hum Venus rubbed it up and down a few more times, coating it in the slick that was now running from Moonlight’s slit before pressing it into her entrance. She slowly worked it in, watching and listening to Moonlight sigh and moan as it pushed further and further in until it was fully in her cunt.

With a smirk Venus leaned over and left a few quick love bites on her thigh where she had brought the riding crop down before. “Moonlight! You’re doing so well!” This control was so heady and… shit Venus was starting to get really horny. She rubbed her legs together and could feel how wet her panties were getting. Not wanting to ruin them anymore she quickly pulled them down and tossed them off to the side.

She wondered how far she could push this.

“Moonlight, lift up your head.” The dark haired girl did as asked and Venus slipped a few pillows beneath it, letting her look around easier without straining her neck. “I want to hear some compliments from you, the better they are the more I give you.” She said, positioning herself between Moonlight’s legs so she would have easy access to the vibrator, give Moonlight a good view of her and so she could finger herself at the same time.

“This is manipulative and beneath you.” Venus shut the vibrator off and began to pull it out. Moonlight groaned in anger and frustration and Venus could hear the ropes straining as she had daggers stared at her.

Venus just tsked and wagged a finger at her pet. “Now, now, that wasn’t very kind Moonlight. Try again.” Venus smirked as she began to rub her own fingers on her clit.

There was another angry groan and then a huff of defeat. “Fine. You are a kind and caring person.” Venus turned the vibrator back on and started to slowly push it back and forth. “Y-you’re soft but no push over. You have an ah, underlying fierceness to you.” As she said those words Moonlight’s eyes strayed to now faint scars across Venus’s left face, from her fight with the Hyde, her first transformation.

“Keep going, Moonlight.” Venus’s fingers on her clit started to speed up and she turned the vibrator to its next intensity.

There was a pleased moan before Moonlight could continue. “Y-you are highly intelligent, ahh, e-especially in, hmm, social understanding ah-ahnd interpersonal relations, hmm.” Venus turned the vibrator up again, it could only go up once more. “S-so beautiful… distractingly… mmm beautiful.”

Venus turned the vibrator to its highest setting and pulled her hand back to join her other on her pussy. “M-more Moonlight, tell me more.” She loved it when Wednesday complimented her and she was quickly building up to her own release, one hand rubbing her clit in circles while the other pressed two fingers into her pussy.

“Y-your eyes… ahh ahh, so blue and deeeep they… hmm… like ah lake hiding a monster and… oh… hair… witch spun sunlight… hmmm Mistress Venus… close.” Moonlight was constantly straining against her restraints and hips shuffling and stuttering trying to get some kind of additional friction.

“J-just a bit more Moonlight… watch… watch me cum first.” Venus barely got the words out, Moonlight’s words spurring her to go faster and faster. She could feel it, the pressure ready to break the damn. She looked up and saw Moonlight’s face, usually so stern and expressionless, looked so desperate now, eyes fixed on her and unable to look away as she… 

She came, nearly doubling over and keening in delight as she felt her juices drip onto and pass her hand. Venus took a few moments to gather her breath and heard the oddest thing.

Moonlight whimpering in need.

“M-mistress p-p-please. S-so close… m-more more please.” How could she ever deny her?

Venus lunged forward, one hand grabbing the vibrator still sitting inside Moonlight and began pumping it while the other cradled her face. “Anything Moonlight… what do… you need?” She still felt a bit breathless from her own orgasm.

“B-bite… hit… just… more… please…” And of course she could do that. Her teeth latched down on Moonlight’s neck, right where her mate needed- roommate needed her and left bite after bite across her throat and shoulders. At the same time Venus began furiously pumping the vibrator in and out, in and out. She could tell she was close, Moonlight just needed a little more. 

Venus’s hand reached out and claws came out, scratching down a straining arm as she continued to bite and kiss any spot she could reach. Soon she was rewarded with quaking muscles and breathy screams. She began to slow down and pull the vibrator out when she heard it. “More.” And Moonlight had been such a good girl so of course she gave her more.

The vibrator went back to its tiring pace and Venus’s lips left the neck she had been making a mess of and went instead to Moonlight’s own. Moans and groans were passed between them as their tongues entwined and only broke away for quick breaths of air before diving back in. Her claws came down and gripped into a shoulder and then Moonlight was shuddering again.

Venus didn’t stop though. She kept fucking her with the vibrator and drinking in her every breath and moan. Another scream and straining muscles and Moonlight broke from the kiss. “S-stop! Too much!”

Venus immediately turned the vibrator off and as gently and quickly as she could pulled it out. She pushed herself away from Moonlight, not having realized how she had been pressing their bodies together. She quickly roamed her eyes over her partner and was relieved to see she hadn’t drawn any blood with her claws. Her eyes then snapped back to Moonlight’s face and she began offering soft reassurances. “Shh, shh, it’s okay, all over. You did so well.”

Moonlight gave one last shudder and then began to relax and get her breathing under control. “How ya feeling Wednesday? Ready to get out?” There was a pause before she began nodding her head.

Carefully Enid began to undo the knots holding her down, softly rubbing where rope had been digging in to help encourage blood flow. Once fully released Wednesday turned and buried herself into Enid. “Wednesday, you okay?”

“Y-yes… just… intense… give me a moment? Hold me?” At that Enid just softly wrapped her up in her arms and hummed softly, some song she had heard Wednesday playing on her cello recently. All the while she had to keep repeating to herself: don't fall in love, don’t fall in love, don’t fall in love with your best friend.

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After their last scene together Wednesday had needed time to… recover. To parse everything that had happened that day.

"You just need to trust me and listen to what I say and you’ll get what you want and so much more."

And she did trust Enid. Trusted her more than anyone. Trusted her enough that she had… let go of her pride, at least for the most part.

“Hey, no need to be ashamed of being polite and obedient Moonlight. When you’re polite and obedient I can give you what you want.”

It had almost felt like something broke inside Wednesday at that point. Part of her was angry, to be turned into such a weak, simpering, blushing mess by anyone. But a much louder part had drowned it out with the simple fact that it was Enid and if she asked for it Enid would give it. She had asked to be controlled and Enid delivered.

“This is manipulative and beneath you.” Those wonderful vibrations ended at her words and she felt rage wanting to burst out. She strained against the ropes, first to try and kill the person that would deny her so much pleasure and then to just feel SOMETHING.

“Tsk tsk. Now, now, that wasn’t very kind Moonlight. Try again.” It was her own fault for being denied, just say something nice damn it!

Wednesday was no fool. If she were in a Greek play then she would be killed by her own hubris. She very nearly had when she first came to Nevermore. It was because of Eugene and Principal Weems that she had finally been able to unravel the full extent of Tyler’s and Laurel’s plans. It was because of Goody that she hadn’t bled out in the crypt. Enid was the only reason she had not been pulped by the Hyde. And it was Bianca that had given her the opening to finish Crackstone once and for all. It had really driven home the point that no man was an island and that lone wolf’s die of starvation.

Her pride was… still a work in progress. She had sixteen years of it to tame and most of it was rightfully deserved. Two years of work off and on had helped but… well Wednesday was prideful by nature.

Then perhaps the best part of that night.

“J-just a bit more Moonlight… watch… watch me cum first.” And she was watching, how could she not? It was always fascinating watching Enid orgasm. The way she saw muscles flex and relax again and again, that almost painful sound of release she made, the absolute bliss on her beautiful face. Wednesday felt her own desire burn in turn and she was close, so close, she just needed a little bit more.

She felt a shiver go down her spine just at the memory of it.

The burning inferno inside her exploded outwards. She felt the ropes dig into her as she strained and gasped and tried to writhe in pleasure but the fire was still burning and she needed “More.”

And she was given more and that pleasurable burning in her loins exploded again and it was even better than the first! And then the pleasure was morphing into a pain, it felt so good that it hurt! It was amazing and she felt herself clenching again and trying to grab a hold of Enid so she would have something to ground her. 

Then it was too much. The buzzing vibrator, the feeling of skin against her own, everything, everything was just too much. “S-stop! Too much!”

Enid had stopped and she could finally start thinking again. Slowly she came back to herself and once she was free she just wanted… to be held. To hold onto something. To make sure she somehow hadn’t died from that overload of pleasure. And it felt safe and perfect because it was Enid. Enid who she trusted more than anything.

It took Wednesday a week and a half to come to the conclusion she was satisfied with.

“I’ll most likely need to be in the correct headspace in order to properly sub and it will most likely be rare. The use of denial should be used tactically and somewhat sparingly, otherwise I believe I may just become frustrated and want to call the scene off. I believe we may have more success with you just physically dominating me and then ‘forcing’ me to do what you want. Any objections or concerns?”

Enid pursed her lips in thoughts for a moment before responding with, “Not sure how down I’ll be with the whole just forcing you bit but I mean we can try it. I’ll probably have to be in the right mood for it too. But yeah, that all sounds good to me!”

And that was that. A few days later and Wednesday was ready to start experimenting again. It was a bit regrettable that Enid wouldn’t be much of a part of it.

In the morning Wednesday slipped from their bed and Enid’s grasp, no longer surprised that in their sleep they had moved closer and grabbed hold of each other. She stripped down and opened a recently added chest to grab a red length of rope from the many various ropes she had begun collecting. She took a moment and carefully ran her hand along its entire length, once in one direction and then the other. No frays or breaks, perfect.

It was a slow process, almost meditative, to begin wrapping the rope around the base of her neck and then down her front between her breasts. Then it went under those sensitive mounds and wrapped up her back and over her shoulders and framed her breasts again. From there it was looped once more to her back and then dropped down between her legs and was threaded through them and back up to finish tying off at the center. Before tying it off though Wednesday made a small knot that would press right against her clit.

“Damn Wednesday, you look fucking hot like that.” Wednesday was jolted from her thoughts, not having realized Enid had woken up yet. She turned around and saw her roommate already dressed for the day and licking her lips with a bit of a flush to her face.

“It’s too bad this is probably going to be the only look you get of it then.” She said and strode over to her closet, pulling out her school uniform. “You have your knitting club after classes don’t you?”

There was some hemming and hawing from Enid and Wednesday caught the sound of her bouncing on her heels. “I mean… it’d probably be fine if I ditched it this once.” Wednesday felt a satisfied smirk at the change of Enid’s usual plans as she pulled her shirt on.

“Then perhaps I’ll need help taking it off after class. If I enjoy this, that is.” She quickly began pulling on her uniform. Shirt and skirt on and tucked in properly and pulling on her socks before turning around a few times. It was… very distracting feeling the rope rub up against her privates but bearable… for now. “How do I look?”

“Honestly? It’s a bit obvious. The shirt’s too tight to really hide anything and your nipples are rock hard and poking through.” Wednesday looked down and rubbed her fingers over where her nipples were indeed obviously pushing against the fabric and let out a hum in thought (or perhaps pleasure).

“Give me a moment.” Wednesday quickly got her tie on and then pulled the vest and jacket on. “How about now?”

“Umm, yeah, if I didn’t know any better I would say it doesn’t look any different. Well, maybe around the neck?” Enid raised her hand to her own uniform to rub just above her collarbone. Wednesday mimicked her and felt the rope press against her skin harder as she did so.

“Hmm… I believe this will work then. To class then?” Enid nodded and opened their door for Wednesday and the two began walking the halls.

It quickly became almost nerve racking and yet so exciting to just be walking along. Every movement seemed to highlight how she was not only missing her usual undergarments but in their place rope was biting into her skin. If she wasn’t careful every step shifted the knot against her clit and the bit of rope against her pussy lips. 

Yet if anyone was perceptive enough they would find out the secret. A secret that was meant for just her and Enid, no one else. She almost called the whole thing off because of that thought. Almost.

She was Wednesday Addams though and she did enjoy a challenge.

In their first class it wasn’t bad. She found that if she leaned forward while taking notes it let up some of the pressure and she wasn’t constantly being scratched by the fibers of the rope against her clit and slit. Throughout the whole class nobody seemed to notice anything and Wednesday felt just fine.

In their second period she decided to up the challenge. She sat up with perfect posture and felt that devilishly teasing rubbing of the rope more fully. Wednesday had to fight the blush down her face for the majority of class and a breathy sigh of pleasure or two had to be bitten back. Still what she was doing remained her and Enid’s secret.

By the end of third period she had started to soak the rope in her arousal and she was sure one or two students may have picked up on something being wrong but no one had made any accusations yet.

As they were making their way to the cafeteria for lunch Enid suddenly pulled her to the side, saying something inane about needing help with a project. She was quickly dragged to a secluded alcove and pushed up against the wall, a leg pressed between her own and causing her to gasp out at the new pressure and friction being put on the rope.

“You’re a goddamn fucking tease Moonlight. I can smell how horny you’ve been all day and I just want to take you back to our room and fuck you.” Wednesday’s eyes started to bug out in fear, had another fur been able to notice or maybe a fang? They both had impeccable senses of smell. “Don’t worry Moonlight, no one else has been close or familiar enough with you to figure it out. I think a couple of people think you have a cold though with how flushed you’ve been.”

Wednesday felt a relieved breath leave her and then a spark of something else. She grabbed Enid and flipped their positions easily enough. “Oh, mon chiot. It’s cute you think you’re going to fuck me.” She shoved a leg up against Enid’s crotch at the same time she kissed her to muffle the groan she let out. “No, once we get back I’m going to use you to get off.” Wednesday pressed her leg in a little harder, “And maybe I’ll be nice and let you have some fun too.” One of her hands came up and began rubbing at the back of Enid’s neck that she knew the other girl just loved. “As long as you’re a good girl. Can you be a good girl mon chiot?”

Enid whimpered and slid down the wall, whether to get more friction from the leg between her, to put herself in a more submissive position or just because her legs gave out for a moment Wednesday wasn’t sure, and was vigorously nodding her head. “Good,” she pecked those delicious lips covered in pink lip gloss and pulled back, “let’s go get lunch then.” With another whimper and a nod Enid fell in line with Wednesday and they began walking to the cafeteria. 

As they walked by the quad she felt a particularly intense burst of pleasure as her clit was rubbed just right. She had to reach out and grab hold of Enid to steady herself. “Wedn-”

It was night, bright, not a full moon but close to. There was a pulsing beat and flashing lights somewhere behind her but she didn’t care about that. In front of her, Enid, hair done up and wearing a black and red dress, not her usual colors but she looks gorgeous in them anyways. She was shouting at someone but Wednesday couldn’t tell who. She couldn’t move, she felt paralyzed. She could only make out a few of the words, the rest was like listening through water.

“...stupid!...”

“Of course!...”

“...not friends…”

Then the tears sprang to her eyes and Enid was sobbing before turning and running and Wednesday wanted to reach out and grab her, hold her and tell her everything would be ok-

“-ay? Wednesday?” She was back in the present, eyes flying to Enid. Enid had her firmly in her grip, stopping her from falling over during her vision.

“Enid! When’s the next dance?” Wednesday asked, grabbing Enid’s lapels and pulling her close.

“Um, the Spring Formal? It’s the end of next week?” Enid answered, confusion written all over her face but knowing better than to stop Wednesday when she just had a vision and was trying to figure it out.

“The seventeenth?” Wednesday got a nod from her best friend. “Waxing gibbous? Four days before a full moon?” More nods and growing concern on Enid’s face. “Enid. I just saw you have an argument with someone. A potentially friendship ruining argument. I couldn’t see who but I think it’s going to happen at the Spring Formal.”

“Well at least I’m not dying?” The werewolf tried to joke, weakly laughing at it. Wednesday didn’t laugh because whatever this was it was going to be truly devastating to Enid.

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Enid had a lot to be concerned about right now.

First, the Spring Formal had come and gone and she hadn’t had any big fights with any of her friends. Certainly nothing that could end friendships and leave her a bawling mess. So, she was left waiting and wondering when that would drop. It was probably going to happen at the Dark Prom in a few months, plenty of time to fret and worry.

Her second current concern was a reminder of just how loaded the Addamses were. She knew they were pretty stupidly rich, she had visited the mansion they lived in and met their butler and everything, but they never really acted like they were from money. That is until expenses came into play.

The scenario usually went something like this: ‘Oh Wednesday, there’s this really spooky carnival that is set up close by. You’d love it, wish you were here!’ ‘I’ll be arriving tomorrow morning, will I need to arrange transport from the airport or can you pick me up?’ And bam, drop a thousand like it wasn’t a big deal!

Her current reminder of this money was the chest that had been added to Wednesday’s side of the room. It was a pretty bitchin’ chest Enid had to admit. It looked like a pirate’s treasure chest but when you opened it it had shelves that came out like a fishing tackle box. The chest was cool, it was what was inside that was concerning.

Gags, cuffs, whips, flogs, dildos, vibes, straps, candles, lubes, clamps, and enough rope to tie down an elephant. And that’s just what Enid could remember being in there!

Now, how was that concerning for Enid? It tied into the third and currently most pressing concern.

“You’re being such a good girl mon chiot. Not much longer now.” Mistress Circe pressed a soft kiss to her neck, just above her collar, and Sunshine felt a shiver run through her.

Gagged, blindfolded and currently being bound.

It had seemed like a good idea when she had agreed to it. Blindfolded and gagged while being tied up in that slow, artful way that Wednesday had fallen in love with? Sounds great! Have a parade of toys they hadn’t been able to use yet tested out on her while bound and blindfolded? Sign her up!

What she had not signed up for was all of this goddamn teasing! Rope sliding across her nipples or crotch as it was being positioned properly. The sound of those thigh high leather boots with high heels Wednesday had gotten stomping around her as rope was looped this way and that (she had barely gotten to see her in them before being blindfolded!). Those soft kisses and barely there nips as Mistress Circe’s lips ran against her as she finished up with one spot before moving to the next.

And who was she kidding? She had heard her own slick drop and splatter against the mat she was kneeling on. She was fucking loving this and was ready to be fucked already.

Sunshine eeped and jumped up in surprise as she felt a hand slap her ass. She wobbled a moment before Circe grabbed something and pulled her back to a stable position. “Careful now Sunshine, don’t want to hurt yourself.” Sunshine felt soft hands press against the back of her head before the gag in her mouth went slack and was pulled out. “Now, what’s your color? And I want details on how you’re feeling.”

The blond worked her jaw a bit before answering. “Nothing feels too tight Mistress. My arms aren’t straining at all, just resting where they’re tied. I’m all green.” Sunshine kinda wished she could see herself right now. Black cloth blindfold, red rope criss crossing her body and binding her arms behind her back, highlighting her tits and making them stand out, legs pulled apart but she still had use of her knees and hips so she could take a few different positions. “And I’m literally dripping. I'm so horny Mistress Circe.”

“So I’ve noticed mon chiot.” She felt Mistress Circe’s hand on the back of her neck, rubbing that spot that just made her melt and want to submit so she could keep rubbing her there and then there was a mouth on hers and a tongue twisting with hers and all she could do was moan and shiver and she heard another drop of her arousal hit the ground.

All too soon Mistress Circe pulled away and Sunshine was whining because she wanted more kisses and pets. Mistress Circe chuckled that dark laugh she so rarely did and Sunshine felt like she could come right there. “Now, let’s pick our toys.” 

However a good girl she was, Sunshine couldn’t sit still anymore. She wiggled around and bounced in place, making the needest whimpers and whines so Mistress Circe would hurry up and pick and get back to her. Another chuckle and then the clacking of heels as Mistress returned. “No need to worry Sunshine, I’m right here.” And then those devilish lips were on hers again and she sighed in pleasure.

Then she felt a hand on her shoulder pressing down and it stopped her from jumping as she felt soft gel tips brushing against her clit. “Shh, stay still Sunshine, we get to play now.” Circe told her before pressing their lips back together. All she could do was moan and whimper as her Mistress was finally touching her properly. The bristles started to vibrate and Sunshine had to break the kiss.

“C-cumming!” She whimpered into Circe’s shoulder.

“Just cum then. Don’t hold back, cum whenever you feel it.” And without having to worry she felt herself shudder as she let the waves of pleasure pass through her. After a few seconds of bliss those bristles were moved away and Sunshine felt a tug on the ropes to get her sitting up properly and not leaning on Circe anymore. “Seems like you liked that one. Color?”

“Yellow… that one was building up since you started… tying me up…”

“Drink? Pillow?” Sunshine shook her head and just took a few more steadying breaths.

“Green. Let’s keep going.” 

Sunshine felt a soft kiss to her lips and then one to her neck. “Let’s try these then.” Circe pulled back and a moment later Sunshine felt one and then the other nipple being sucked on. She heard a please hum from her Mistress and then had to cut herself off from screaming. Cold metal pinching her nipples and then something weighing them down.

“A-are those nipple clamps…”

“Linked with a chain? Yes.” A sharp tug on said chain had Sunshine yelping in surprise and tumbling forward into Mistress Circe. “I thought it might be fun to have a way to lead you around besides your collar.” She said and nipped lightly at Sunshine’s neck.

“That’s eeeevil Mistress!” She complained and then moaned as her nipples were tugged on again. 

“I prefer creative. Now sit back up.” With a whine Sunshine started to lean back from Circe before coming to an abrupt stop as she felt the clamps tugging on her again.

“Miiistresss!” 

“Mmm, my apologies, I forgot I was holding them.” She didn’t sound sorry at all but Sunshine did hear and feel the chain being released. “Don’t pout Sunshine. Just a bit of fun.” Maybe Sunshine had been pouting a bit but that was quickly removed as a deep kiss was pressed to her lips. She really liked it when she and Mistress could kiss like this. Deeply, passionately, bordering on making out.

Eventually the kiss had to end but something possibly even better was pressing against her slit. Whatever it was it was some sort of plastic or maybe rubber and she sighed in pleasure as it passed up and down her slit, getting covered in her juices. Then it was being pressed in and she moaned in delight. It was just the right size to fill her and then- Oh! She felt something on her clit, almost like it was being cradled between two prongs.

Sunshine licked her lips. “I-is this the rabbit vibrator I saw earlier, Mistress?”

“Oh, is that what it’s called? I must have forgotten.” Sunshine wanted to snicker at that, because of course she had bought so many she had forgotten some of them, but then it was switched on and instead of a chuckle it was a long drawn out groan.

Then Mistress was kissing and biting at her lips again and it was amazing. Sunshine started to whimper as the vibrator started to pull away but moaned into Mistress’s mouth as it pushed back in. Circe moved her mouth, trailing kisses from Sunshine’s mouth to her ear. “Do you like that mon chiot?”

“Y-yes Mistress…” She gasped as the vibrator was turned up. She could feel the build up again, the burning in her core getting ready to explode again. 

Mistress Circe bit and nibbled at her ear. “Do you like the way I play with you, pet?”

Circe’s hand was back at her neck, rubbing and holding her in just the way that made her feel like a puppy. “Love… it Mistress…” She yelped as the hand on her neck left and slapped her ass.

“Thank me.”

“Th-thank you Mistress Circe.” She felt her Mistress spank her again and she yelped and moaned as she squirmed on the vibrator.

“Thank me for fucking you Sunshine.”

She whimpered and felt her hips moving, fucking herself on the vibrator her Mistress had just turned up another notch. “Thank y-yooou Mi… Mistress Circe for… f-fucking your little puppy. I-I love it when you… f-fuck me.”

“Good girl.” And Mistress was pushing the vibrator in and out of her as she shook her hips. Every pass of the ears against her clit stealing her breath for a moment. She was getting close, so close. Then Mistress was mouthing at her neck and jaw and her hand was rubbing her neck just the way she liked.

The damn burst and she muffled her cries of pleasure into her Mistress’s shoulder. Biting softly into that perfect skin. Circe was helping her ride those waves of pleasure, the peaks slowly ebbing down until the vibrator was pulled from her.

“Color?”

“Y-yellow. Water please?” She tried not to whimper when Circe briefly left her but how could she not when that cool skin was pulled away from her overheating body.

“Careful now.” She felt a straw tap against her lips and she slowly took a few drinks of the offered water. “Think you can go for one more?”

Sunshine finished up the water she wanted before nodding. “Yep. Green.”

“Good, it’ll take a minute so be good.” She nodded and hummed her agreement. It would allow her to properly cool down too.

She heard those boots clacking against the floor again and then the sound of clinking buckles and… Oh…

Sunshine started to vibrate with excitement. She knew what a strap-on being put on sounded like. She was going to get fucked.

The sound of something soft landing in front of her had her tilt her head in confusion. Then she felt Mistress’s hands on her shoulders, pushing her forward and down and she couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her.

Face down (in a comfy pillow) and ass up WAS the way she liked to fuck.

“Someone sounds excited.” Sunshine felt hands running along her sides, catching and pulling on the rope in interesting ways.

Sunshine giggled again and did her best to wave her ass back and forth. “Very! I want Mistress to fuck me! Really fuck me!” She felt the slap on her ass and couldn’t help the sound that came out between a groan and a whine.

“Just a moment mon chiot, I want to make sure I do this right.” Sunshine let out a disappointed whine and shook her hips some more and earned another slap for her efforts. Then hands were grabbing her hips and keeping her still. 

She bit her lip and waited and then finally she felt the head of the strap against her entrance. A shiver ran up her body and then a moan worthy of a pornstar left her lips as it started to press in. God, it was stretching her just right!

Sunshine heard a small gasp behind her as Circe bottomed out and she felt another shiver run across her. She jerked her hips a bit and heard another small gasp. Seemed like this strap wasn’t just ribbed for her pleasure!

“Mistress! Feels so gooood!” Maybe she was hamming it up a bit but fuck it did feel great and she wanted Wednesday to rail her!

There was a breathy sigh and then Mistress Circe was leaning over her, pressing their bodies together. She could feel that flat stomach pressing up against her hands and stiff nipples against her back and then she was whispering next to her ear. “Do you like feeling me fill you up mon chiot?”

And fuck! She came a little, her walls clenching down onto the toy and goosebumps covering her skin as she shivered. “Miiistress! Fuuuck me please!”

She heard Circe gulp and lick her lips before whispering, “Is mon chiot in heat? Does she need to be fucked?” And shit she may as well be at this point.

“Plleeeease!”

Then finally, finally Mistress started to move her hips, slowly at first but at Sunshine’s insistent humping started to pick up the pace. “Sunshine just… stop your… wriggling…” With a grunt of frustration Mistress wrapped her arms around Sunshine to better hold her still.

“Yes yes! Hold me down! Fuck me!” She cried and moaned. She could still feel the clamps pinching her nipples and with Circe starting to pick up the pace even more she was getting close again.

Wednesday started to huff with effort, finally getting to a bruising pace that Enid was happy with. She loved this! Being held down and just fucked! Like a good mate should!

She was so close! The dam was about to burst she just needed… “B-bite me! Please Mistress! Bite me!”

And then she felt those wonderful teeth claiming her and she was cumming! It was so good! Everything felt on fire and waves of pure ecstasy was washing it out and and… her vision went black for a moment.

Then she was back and shuddering in pleasure and… she felt Wednesday groaning into her skin where she was still biting and she felt jittery jerks pushing the strap in and out slightly and fuck Wednesday had come too.

Shit… she wanted Wednesday to be her mate so bad but this was… this was just supposed to be fun and… shit… she wanted to be Wednesday’s mate…

She should call this off. She was falling too deeply. This was going to ruin their friendship if she let it keep going and…

“Shh… good girl… you did so well for me… good girl…” And then she had those wonderfully soft and cool hands untying her and beautiful lips pressing soft kisses and reassurances into her and she couldn’t call it off. She had everything she wanted.

Everything but Wednesday’s love but she could pretend for a bit right?

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The situation was very much like the Sword of Damocles. The blade, hanging by a thread, ready to fall at any moment to bring despair. Yet in some ways it was even worse, for Wednesday had seen when the thread would finally snap. The night of the Dark Prom. They could not make it fall sooner or later and it would fall. It always did.

Wednesday hated receiving visions of the far future. Far future being anything more than an hour in most cases. They were always vaguer than normal and there was plenty of wiggle room but the main points were always hit. So Enid would end up at the Dark Prom, have an argument, and end up crying. All Wednesday could do was insure she would be there and to help in any way that she could until then.

If that included spending time and distracting Enid from thoughts of the future then she would do so. And Wednesday did not dislike the increased time spent together with her best friend. 

Some of it was spent with their other friends. Bug hunting with Eugene (no space to worry about the future if she was worrying about touching ‘big gross’ bugs as she put it), doing some free painting with Xavier’s help (Wednesday’s line art had come along nicely over the years), fencing and swimming with Bianca (Enid said a good workout usually took her mind off things), and some manicures with Yoko (Wednesday’s nails would be painted black or nothing) were just a few of the things Wednesday arranged to keep Enid’s spirits up. 

There were also things they did on their own. Miniature golf, seeing movies in a theater, trying the various restaurants around Jericho and, well, Enid eventually got Wednesday to agree to a shopping trip which was hellish but got Enid to smile so it was fine.

There were also their private activities that kept their mind off things.

“Aah… Mistress I’m g-g-getting close.” 

Wednesday turned the dial on the remote down a few notches and felt a smirk twitch at her lips at the disappointed whine from Enid. She had truly begun to enjoy this sort of torture, it let her come up with so many unique ideas. Like having her puppy pleasure herself with a vibrator that she held the wireless remote to. 

“M-mistress Circe! Th-that’s the fourth time! Mistress ahh i-is being cruuuel!”

“Oh, you think I’m being cruel?” Wednesday shut the vibrator off and gave a sharp tug on the leash attached to Enid’s collar. “Let me show you cruel Sunshine.”

With a whimper Enid fell to all fours and crawled across the bed and held out the vibrator to Wednesday. “ ‘M sorry Mistress.”

Wednesday lifted Enid’s face with two fingers under her chin and gave her a quick kiss. “Don’t be sorry Sunshine, I’m going to give you exactly what you want.” She took the offered vibrator and set it and the remote down for the moment. With her hands a bit more free she shoved Enid onto her back and moved her hands above her head. Quickly she took the leash and wrapped it around Enid’s wrists as an impromptu restraint. 

Enid squeaked in surprise but didn’t fight back at all, letting Wednesday manhandle her without issue. “Good girl, submitting to your Mistress without a fight.” With one hand holding her down Wednesday stretched her other out to grab the remote and turn the vibrator to its highest setting before grabbing the buzzing toy. “I’m going to make you cum now mon chiot.”

She saw Enid bite her lip and quickly nod her head with a whimpered, “Please,” following it. Not wanting to waste anymore time Wednesday shoved the vibrator into her pet all in one go. The reaction was immediate, a howl of pleasure and legs clamping together.

“Spread your legs mon chiot.” Some sort of strained affirmation left Enid’s lips but it was so garbled with pleased moans she couldn’t make it out. With shaking legs Enid was able to do as Wednesday asked. With them open Wednesday hooked the closest one to her between her own legs to stop her from fully closing again. “Good girl.”

With a kiss to the neck she then began pumping the vibrator in and out, quickly setting a blinding pace. She felt Enid’s leg beneath her strain to close back up but unable to. “F-fuck! Mistress!” Enid was quickly devolving to just muttering curses and cries of pleasure, Wednesday giving her no reprieve from the vibrator as her teeth began to dig into skin.

Finally as Enid gave one last scream and began to quiver she slowed her pace and pulled out the vibrator as her body began to calm down. “Such a good girl Sunshine. So obedient for me. So beautiful and pretty.” Wednesday had started to become used to these words of encouragement and praise, hardly embarrassed anymore because… well it was Enid. 

She shut the vibrator off and unwrapped the leash from around Enid’s wrists, pulling the taller girl into her arms and lavishing her with soft words of encouragement and kisses. Once she had regained her breath Wednesday whispered her question to Enid, “Is mon chiot feeling up to pleasing her Mistress?”

There was a pause before Enid was nodding. “Yes, Mistress Circe.”

“Good, go put on the strap you want and grab the lube.” She gave a light slap to Enid’s perfect ass. “And try to be quick about it.”

Enid sprang from the bed with a ‘eep’ and quickly went over to the toy chest. Wednesday couldn’t help but admire her as she went about putting the strap on, she really did have an aesthetically pleasing figure. Also had good taste in which strap to use, grabbing the one with the bumpy ridges for the clit and the small dildo that was put into the wearer. It only took a minute for her to return with the lube in hand.

“Such a good girl Sunshine. Make sure to prepare correctly.” Wednesday grabbed Enid’s leash and then turned around on her hands and knees to present her rear end. “I want you to fuck me anally. Understood?”

“Yes Mistress.” Wednesday heard the cap of the lube pop off and then that slippery wet sound as it was being applied to the dildo of the strap-on. She had experimented a bit with anal but this was the first time she was bringing it into play. She felt a shiver as fingers covered in the cool lube began massaging her ring of muscles. Wednesday relaxed as much as she could and groaned as she felt the first finger press in. “Mistress? Color?”

“Green. Just… remember to start off slow.” She felt another shiver as more liquid was dripped around her hole and Enid’s finger began to slowly prod and push into her, working the lube into her. Wednesday really enjoyed this feeling. The pleasure with that underlying hint of pain. “Add another finger now Sunshine.”

Another groan as she was stretched further. She let herself grow accustomed to the feeling before giving a light tug to the leash in her hand. “Go ahead and start fucking me Sunshine. Be a good girl and start slow.” 

“Yes Mistress.” She heard the bottle snap shut and Enid wiping her hand on something, probably the sheets, they would need washing after this, and then felt those hands on her ass. Enid spread it apart and pressed the tip of the strap against her back entrance and Wednesday hummed in pleasure. Then it was slipping in and she gasped before shuddering. 

Slowly, deliciously slowly, it pressed into her deeper and deeper until she felt Enid press her hips against her rear. “Fuck… that feels good mon chiot.”

“Mistress?” 

Wednesday gave a tug on the leash, “Come here,” she ordered. Enid leaned forward and Wednesday could feel her breasts pressing into her back which just added to everything she was feeling. Once she was close enough Wednesday grabbed Enid by the back of the head and pulled her into a bruising kiss. “You feel so good inside me mon chiot. Now start moving.” She let her arm drop back down and used it to help keep her supported

With a pleased whimper Enid began to slowly move her hips and Wednesday moaned as she did. It just felt so good as it pulled against her insides! And then it was pushing back in and the stretch was just right! “More Sunshine. Fuck your Mistress.”

Hips began to pull further back before sliding back in a bit faster and then a bit faster again. And it felt nice, good even but Wednesday was ready for more. She gave a hard tug on the leash in her hand, “I said fuck your Mistress, Sunshine.” This time hips slammed against her and tore a moan from her throat. “Yess! Like that!”

Enid quickly picked up the pace and Wednesday could hear the clap of flesh against flesh as she tried to bury the strap on as deep as she could. 

Soon the two of them were panting in effort, Wednesday thrusting against each stroke as it came in. “Harder… deeper…” became her mantra and Enid did her best to answer. She felt arms wrap around her midsection and Enid pulling her close, each thrust coming faster and faster. 

Wednesday started to feel the strength in her arms give out and let her upper body fall to the bed and oh! This was an even better angle! Whatever bit of help she could get she would take to get that dildo as far up as she could. “Yes! Yes! Good girl! Fuck me fuck me!”

She was getting close and she could feel Enid’s desperate gasps against her throat and that would be just what she needed. “Bite me,” and then she felt those wonderfully sharp teeth and yes, she was cumming! Consumed by fire and bliss!

At some point Enid had stopped, her hips jerking unsteadily against her ass and Wednesday blearily recognized she must have come too. “Good girl… mon chiot is such a good girl…” She whispered and reached a hand up to awkwardly pet Enid’s hair.

Yes, Wednesday was fine with distracting Enid.

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Enid was frustrated and stressed. The Dark Prom was in just under two weeks and she still had no idea who or why she would have an argument with a friend! Everything was great so what was wrong! And then that pop quiz in biology was just not fair and she had a test in math that was coming up and she did not feel ready for that. So, she may not have been in the best mindset when she had seen it.

It was one of the younger furs, Stella if she remembered correctly, talking with Wednesday. That wasn’t unusual, Wednesday had a reputation that bred a sort of wide eyed adoration, what with her saving Nevermore from Crackstone and her other exploits. That adoration usually fell apart once people met her and it became fear and possibly respect instead. But Stella didn’t look starry eyed, no, those were goo goo eyes and the way she was smiling and giggling. She was flirting with Wednesday! Then she heard it just as she got within earshot.

“So, if you aren’t going with anyone else or have any plans I was wondering if you might want to go to Dark Prom? With me?”

Jealousy. Anger. These were the things that spurred Enid into almost running as she called out, “Wednesday!” The two girls turned to look at Enid as she effortlessly looped one of her arms with Wednesday’s and subtly got in between her mate and this little upstart. “I was just looking for you! We have got to finish planning for Dark Prom, we haven’t even decided on dresses!”

Wednesday for her part just blinked once before nodding. “Yes, of course. Excuse me… Stacy, I do already have plans and must finalize them with Enid.” Wednesday was always surprisingly good at picking up and following along with these sorts of things.

Enid felt smug satisfaction as the younger girl stepped back and her smile fell. “It’s Stella actually,” Enid knew it was Stella, “and no problem, I understand. Hope you two have fun then.” As the young fur turned and walked off Enid barely caught her talking to herself under her breath, “Should have listened to everyone Stella, of course they’re going together.”

That was… concerning. Was there gossip going around about her and Wednesday that she didn’t know about?

Wednesday clearing her throat brought Enid out of her thoughts. “Was that to just get me out of causing one of the other students to begin crying or are we actually making plans for Dark Prom?”

“Um… actually yeah, we should make plans for Prom.” That was actually a good idea now that Enid thought about it. “That way whenever that argument happens you’ll be close by. Oh! And we could, like, coordinate our outfits!” Enid had begun leading Wednesday away from everyone else, a little surprised Wednesday hadn’t pulled her arm away yet. “We could dance together and it’ll be-” be like a date “it’ll be fun!”

“I’m… not opposed to the idea…” That was Wednesday talk for almost yes.

Enid quickly looked around and made sure the two of them were alone before she decided to bring out a trump card.

“What if we made the first part of the dance a bit of a scene?”

She saw Wednesday scan their surroundings, almost casually but she saw the careful scrutiny in her eyes. “Make it a scene in what way?”

“Well… maybe as part of us getting ready we give you a little butt plug or a vibrator that I get the remote to. Then after a dance or two we sneak off for a little bit and… I have been warming up to the idea of choking you that you brought up a while ago.” Enid dropped her voice and leaned in to whisper against Wednesday’s ear. “Would you like that kitten? To be teased in a crowd of people and no one knowing? Then coming around my fingers while I choke you?”

She felt Wednesday shudder against her and then heard the small gulp. “We’ll need to make it quick. I want to be ready for whatever happens.”

Enid smiled and nodded. “One, two dances max and then we prep for the bomb to go off.”

“Alright, we will go to the dance together then. My dress better be black.” 

“Wouldn’t dare anything else! What about accents and highlights?” Wednesday just gave a deadpan stare and Enid continued to smile. 

Wednesday sighed. “As long as it’s mostly black. Ninety percent black at least.” Enid could work with that.

Honestly, this whole idea was good and it let Enid focus on something else. Something good and fun to look forward to instead of whatever fallout was going to happen. 

Enid knew that the dress shopping was going to be a bit difficult but once she got Wednesday’s dress her own would be easy. She knew better than to subjugate Wednesday to more than one shopping trip with her in such a short time so it was dress hunting on her own! Well with Yoko and the gang. 

That day had her sending over a dozen pictures of dresses to Wednesday and getting nearly a dozen simple ‘No’s in return before they found it. A black corset dress with a high neckline and a small diamond cutout at the chest. It had a long skirt that went almost to the ground and had a slit that went up to the knee on the left side. Best of all, the corsets laces were a deep red that Enid could use to match her own dress. 

She was relieved when she finally got the yes from Wednesday. It didn’t take her nearly as long to find her own dress but that was mainly because she had already looked at pretty much all of them.

Enid ended up going with a red number whose red matched the highlights on Wednesdays. The skirt was short in the front, only coming to her knees, but swooped out to nearly touch the ground in the back. The bodice of the dress was basically two parts. The solid red that matched the skirt came up past her chest but then the sleeves and neckline were all black lace floral patterns that covered her from the waist up.

They were perfect!

She also spent a good portion of her time looking up how to safely choke someone or how to properly do breath play she supposed. Practicing that and a few other fun activities took up a majority of her thoughts and time. So much so she was a bit surprised when the weekend of the Dark Prom was finally happening.

By the time they were getting ready Enid was a bundle of nervous energy. She nearly jabbed her own eye while applying her mascara and had to redo her lipstick twice. Enid was slightly surprised she hadn’t torn her own dress while putting it on. 

When she turned around and saw Wednesday with her hair up in a braided bun with her own dress on, she wanted to tear her dress off and just ravish the other girl. And when she pulled the front of it up to show off the black lace thong underneath? Why were they going to the dance again?

“Enid,” Wednesday said and cleared her throat. “If you would help me with the final part?”

Enid picked her jaw up from the floor and hurried over. “Yep, yes, of course. Um, safeword?”

“Black Dahlia.”

“And mine is Wolfsbane.” She carefully pushed Wednesday’s panties to the side and took the black, wireless bullet vibe and pressed it against her entrance. There was a soft sigh as Enid pushed it in and she felt a bit of wetness on her fingers as she pulled them back. Giving them a quick lick she pulled those sexy black lace panties back into place. “Color?”

“Green.”

“Alright then.” Enid stood up and held out her arm. “Ready to go then Moonlight?”

With a blush Wednesday took the offered arm. “We won’t be able to use our usual names for this, remember?”

“Oh, right.” How had Enid forgotten about that? Of course they couldn’t even use the distance of their pet names tonight. If Enid didn’t cry from a friendship breaking up she would probably cry with frustration at some point tonight with how horny she was going to be. “Ready to get going then Wednesday?”

With a nod the two of them left their dorm. As they walked Enid reached into her pocket (because this dress was just so perfect that of course it had pockets!) and flipped the vibrator on. The only sign from Wednesday that she was feeling anything was a sharp intake of breath and a barely noticeable stutter in her next step. “Color?”

“Green.” She said simply, not missing her stride. Enid smirked and squeezed Wednesday’s arm.

It was a short walk to the gym where the Dark Prom was being held. When they got there Enid smiled and turned the vibrator up a notch. The party committee had really outdone themselves. This year’s Dark Prom theme was ‘Eternal Garden’. Leaves, vines, flowers, everything was decked out in foliage or had a wood theme to it. It almost felt like a jungle to Enid.

“Care to dance?” She asked, turning to Wednesday.

“I believe I have at least one in me.” 

With a grin Enid led Wednesday to the dance floor. The lights were pulsing to the beat and she saw a blush on Wednesday’s cheeks, or maybe it was a trick of the lights. Either way the two of them began dancing, Wednesday in her strange Wednesday way where she just did whatever she wanted and Enid wasn’t much better, just letting her body move in whatever way felt right.

Of course Enid kept a tight grip on her remote and had far too much fun flicking it up and down as the two of them moved. With each change there was a momentary pause from Wednesday and she would shoot her daggers that looked very close to bedroom eyes. 

As the song came to an end Enid wrapped an arm around Wednesday’s shoulders and led her to an empty table. Wednesday was definitely blushing and there was a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead, whether from simple exertion or if she was horny as hell or somewhere in between Enid wasn’t sure. “Color?” She whisper-yelled over the sound of the next song starting up.

“Green. But I need to sit.” Enid was more than happy to help her into a chair.

“Want some punch, food?” 

Wednesday nodded. “Something light if you would.”

Enid turned down the vibrator to its lowest setting and then went off to grab them some refreshments. She quickly returned with two cups of punch and a plate with an assortment of the hors d'oeuvres on offer. The two of them just sat there, resting and enjoying each other's company as they did. 

“Go ahead and have another dance. I don’t think my legs could take it if I went out there with you again Enid.” Wednesday leaned over and said.

Enid raised an eyebrow. “You sure? Don’t want to go take care of it now?” Wednesday shook her head and bit at her lip. “I’ll be back in a minute then.” As she stood up and passed Wednesday she gave her a kiss on the cheek, like she had done a hundred times before as they were coming down from a scene or wrapping up pillow talk. 

Then she was on the dance floor again. Bobbing this way and that, just letting herself feel the rhythm. It was nice to just move and forget herself for a moment.

The moment was shattered, however, when she felt a cool hand suddenly tugging her away and the words, “Black Dahlia,” hit her ear.

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Wednesday had been confused when the younger girl had come up to her during the lunch break. She’d need to get with Enid again and make sure the correct gossip was spreading about her to keep hangers ons from wanting to attach to her. The girl was just prattling on about something and giggling like a schoolgirl, which she was Wednesday supposed, and she was wondering what the most effective insult would be so that this babbling head would spread word not to disturb Wednesday with banalities when she asked, “So, if you aren’t going with anyone else or have any plans I was wondering if you might want to go to Dark Prom? With me?”

Honestly, Wednesday was surprised at the gall of this girl to ask such a thing when Wednesday didn’t even know her name. Did she even tell Wednesday her name? Maybe it was Stacy, she seemed like a Stacy. That’s when Enid swooped in and saved the girl from Wednesday’s cutting words. Lucky her.

But Enid had lied about their plans for the Dark Prom and Wednesday knew that the lie would begin to spread so she had to clarify with Enid what her actual plan was. “Was that to just get me out of causing one of the other students to begin crying or are we actually making plans for Dark Prom?”

“Um… actually yeah, we should make plans for Prom. That way whenever that argument happens you’ll be close by.” That was a solid plan. It could also be the instigating factor for whatever fight Enid was going to get in, this meant that Wednesday could prepare for that eventuality. “Oh! And we could, like, coordinate our outfits! We could dance together and it’ll be-” be like a date “it’ll be fun!” 

It would certainly seem like they were dating if they went to the Dark Prom together and she certainly didn’t hate the idea of it being a date but… No, this was strictly between friends. If it wasn’t Enid would have certainly said so, she was open with her feelings like that. “I’m… not opposed to the idea…” 

Enid quickly looked around before leaning in. “What if we made the first part of the dance a bit of a scene?”

Wednesday quickly scanned their surroundings herself, making sure they weren’t being listened to. “Make it a scene in what way?”

“Well… maybe as part of us getting ready we give you a little butt plug or a vibrator that I get the remote to. Then after a dance or two we sneak off for a little bit and… I have been warming up to the idea of choking you that you brought up a while ago.” Enid dropped her voice and leaned in even further to whisper against Wednesday’s ear. “Would you like that kitten? To be teased in a crowd of people and no one knowing? Then coming around my fingers while I choke you?”

Wednesday shuddered at the idea and then gulped slightly. “We’ll need to make it quick. I want to be ready for whatever happens.” Whatever fun they were going to have had to come second to whatever fate was going to befall Enid.

Enid smiled and nodded. “One, two dances max and then we prep for the bomb to go off.”

“Alright, we will go to the dance together then. My dress better be black.” 

“Wouldn’t dare anything else! What about accents and highlights?” Wednesday just gave a deadpan stare and Enid continued to smile. 

Wednesday sighed. “As long as it’s mostly black. Ninety percent black at least.” Enid would have to be happy with that.

With Enid now focused on a task that she actually enjoyed, it was up to Wednesday to do some investigation. She did some light stalking, perhaps a small breaking and entering, a bit of talking and came to a conclusion.

Enid had been right. There was no-one that was upset or unhappy with her. None of her friends seemed to harbor any secret romantic interest or ill intents for that matter. Her social life at this point was practically perfect!

When the night of the Dark Prom arrived Wednesday was feeling… apprehensive. She believed she had gotten fairly good at consoling a sad Enid, especially over these last few months, but she might need more than soft words. She might need someone that actually knew how to be a good friend.

When she had finished getting her dress on and saw Enid in her own dress she had half a mind to try calling this whole thing off and just spending the evening in their room. But they had made plans and fate had made plans even before that. There were always… consequences to trying to break her visions. At least they would have some fun before everything went south.

Wednesday wasn’t sure exactly why she was embarrassed when she had Enid put the vibrator in her. Perhaps it was because she was wearing a formal gown or maybe it was because she was wearing underwear she had bought specifically for their scenes after Enid had made a remark about how utilitarian her choice in underthings was. Either way, it was in place and they were on their way to the dance.

It was on their way when Enid first turned the vibrator on and Wednesday realized this was going to be torture. She felt the smallest smiles grace her lips at the thought.

As she was pulled onto the dance floor it only got worse. It was as if Enid was trying to purposely mess her movements up. Each time she thought she was getting used to the feeling it would jolt her and speed up. Then as she was getting worked up enough to stare at Enid and seriously consider tearing her from the dance floor now it would drop back down and with it her need.

It was maddening. 

It was perfect.

As Wednesday sat down at the table and the vibrator was turned to its lowest setting she found it to be just right to keep feeding the fire in her loins. She encouraged Enid to go out on the dance floor once more and once the song ended they would go off to a private corner somewhere far enough away that no one would hear them and Enid would wrap her hand around her throat and then…

Wednesday bit her lip, she could barely contain herself like this. She would miss this.

…

A bolt from the blue.

She would miss this. This was the last dance of the school year. They were just over a month away from graduating. 

(The vibrator continued to hum and buzz and pulled her mind away from her thoughts for a moment.) 

Once they graduated they would go their separate ways. Different colleges most likely or one of them may enter the workforce. Wednesday was close to being published and was waiting to get acceptance letters back from the universities she had applied to. Enid would most likely go to a college close to her pack, using them to help support her during those difficult years of transitioning from a young adult still dependent on parents and family to being an independent person.

(An insistent, constant buzzing that demanded attention when it was better used elsewhere.)

They wouldn’t be able to do this anymore. They would be too far apart and too busy with their own goals. They were going to lose this. She was going to lose this. 

She was going to lose Enid.

(It teased but would not be satiated like this.)

Of course Wednesday always knew this to be true on some level. And it wasn’t like she was going to lose her completely. She understood as they got older and goals no longer aligned that friends would drift, that meeting and talking would become more difficult and so done less often. It was inevitable but friends could still remain part of one’s life and she was fine with that, understood it and came to terms with that conclusion.

(Frustrating. Distracting. A useless buzzing that kept her from thinking important thoughts.)

But Enid was different.

How was she different from all the other friends she had gathered?

If only she could think!

She began moving before she even realized it. People caught sight of Wednesday and moved out of her way merely from seeing the face of her on a warpath. Wednesday made quick time getting to Enid and grabbed her arm while saying, “Black Dahlia,” and pulling her further away from the dance floor. 

“Oh shit,” Enid quickly fumbled at her dress and finally that stupid buzzing stopped! 

Wednesday did not stop, she just kept dragging Enid behind her until the party was just the distant sound of too loud music and a bit of flashing lights getting past the open entrance.

"Hey, Wends, talk to me. What's wrong?" And that stupid nickname just rankled her in the worst way right now.

"You know very well that my name is Wednesday, not 'Wends', Enid." Even as Enid tried to get the first syllable of 'I'm sorry' out Wednesday was barreling ahead. "And what’s wrong is this!" Hardly caring for propriety or privacy Wednesday lifted up her skirt, pushed her panties aside and all but ripped the now dormant vibrator from her vagina.

With a look of mixed concern and fear Enid grabbed the vibrator and did her best to shield Wednesday from any potential prying eyes. "What the hell Wednesday! You know what fine, it's fine. Let's just head back to our room and call this a bad experience to learn from." Enid quickly hid the vibrator in the pocket with its remote and went to grab Wednesday to start leading her back to their room.

Wednesday took a step back, just out of her reach.

"No, Enid. I meant all of this. Our whole arrangement. I'm invoking the first rule of it. I'm ending it." Part of Wednesday was yelling at her, asking why she was doing something so stupid but an older, stronger part of her was yelling louder, demanding she cut out all weakness, all feeling, so she could never be hurt like that again.

Enid just stood there, no other word to describe it but dumbfounded. 

"What? Why?"

"Rule one, Enid. Either party can call it off, no questions asked."

Enid rolled her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose and was clearly stopping herself from yelling. "That was a fucking stupid rule. Of course I'm going to ask questions! Especially when you do it like this!"

Wednesday just looked at Enid, daring her to continue.

"Really Wednesday? Over one bad experience you're going to call this whole thing off? And I don't even get an explanation?!" Enid took a deep breath and then let it out in a frustrated sigh. Then took another and it came out as a more controlled breath. "Please, Wednesday. Don't shut me out like this." 

Wednesday saw the desperation, heard the pleading in Enid’s voice. 

"I just want things to go back to normal. Back to what they were before."

She heard a scoff that quickly turned into a dark chuckle. "Of course. Of course that's what this is! This is classic Wednesday not wanting to get hurt. Wednesday, too afraid to feel or have friends because the world might hurt her. That's what this is, isn't it?"

"I'm not afraid!" Liar "I just want things back to what they were!" She was glaring at Enid and she was glaring back with just as much anger and hurt.

"Did you ever think about what I want Wednesday? Maybe I don't want things back to what they were. Maybe I can't go back to that!"

"This wasn't supposed to change anything between us!"

"Well it did!"

Wednesday took a step back at Enid’s shout. 

Wednesday was a fool. She should have never brought BDSM up with Enid. As soon as she did she had been signing the death warrant to their friendship. 

"Then I guess we're not friends anymore." Calm, cool, the logical and inevitable conclusion. 

"What?" This time it was Enid who stepped back in shock.

"I want our friendship to go back to what it was before, you do not. We want incompatible outcomes therefore we should no longer be friends." It was the simple and logical endpoint. 

Wednesday watched as the tears began forming in Enid’s eyes. "Then I guess we're not friends anymore." Wednesday just nodded. Good she understood. 

Then the tears began to fall and it hit Wednesday. Self-fulfilling prophecy, of course.

"Fuck you Wednesday." It was said in-between sobs, no hate or vitriol in Enid's voice, just defeat and pain. She turned around and her shoulders began to heave with sobs as she ran back into the gym with its flashing lights and floral decorations and where her real friends were.

And Wednesday was fine. She didn't feel angry or sad or happy. She was just numb. She was fine.

She was just numb.

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Wednesday Addams was numb.

She was numb when she received the text message from Enid’s number saying she was grabbing things from her dorm and would be staying with Yoko (the parallels to her first term were not lost on her) and she was numb as she aimlessly wandered the halls of Nevermore. 

She was numb when she received the follow up text saying they were done. She was numb as she got back to her dorm and was numb as she lay on her big, cold bed alone in the Prom dress Enid had found for her.

She was numb when she woke up and realized she didn’t remember falling asleep. She was numb when she got up and dressed and had gotten breakfast because that’s what one did in the morning, they got dressed and ate breakfast. Once that was done she went over to her desk and sat in front of her typewriter as that was what she usually did when she had the free time, she worked on her novel. But her hands remained in her lap and she just stared at the typewriter sitting there as if a new page would somehow be added to it and that the keys would begin pressing themselves. 

Wednesday realized she didn’t have the energy to write. She didn’t have the energy for anything else really.

So, Wednesday did what one does when they don’t have the energy to do things. She went to her bed that was far too big and far too cold for one person and laid down. She stared at the ceiling and waited for sleep to take her. 

And she continued to stare.

Stared some more.

Then between one eye blink and the next the lighting in the room had shifted. Time must have passed but Wednesday felt no more energized or rejuvenated, just that numbness that seemed to take up all other space inside her.

She waited for sleep again and continued to stare at the ceiling.

Eventually it was Sunday morning and since it was morning Wednesday went through her morning routine. Get dressed, eat, sit at her typewriter as she had the free time. Yet again as she sat down she didn’t have the energy to begin writing. She thought this should worry her but all she found was that numbness pushing everything else out. 

Just to make sure she hadn’t somehow lost all feeling in her body she pulled out a pin and pricked the tip of her finger. It hurt, yes, but that was it. Just the usual bodily response to a stimulus letting the brain know that damage had been taken. No delight or anticipation of more or worry for what she just did. 

Wednesday just sat there and stared at her finger. She watched the bead of blood well up and then stick there as it did not have enough mass to overcome the forces keeping it in place. Watched as it dried up and began to flake.

Once she was done staring at that she returned to her bed and stared up at the ceiling. Again, sleep found her sporadically and without her realizing it besides the unusual change in time between one moment and the next.

Monday morning. Once again Wednesday got up and ready for the day. This time she made her way to class instead of to her typewriter. The class was nearly full as she entered and there in her usual spot Enid. And next to Enid where Wednesday usually sat was Yoko.

Finally the numbness Wednesday had been feeling for roughly fifty-eight hours was replaced with something else. A flare of anger and jealousy which quickly died out because what right did Wednesday have to be angry or jealous? What right did she have to be huddled close to the blond werewolf and sharing secret whispered words? None. She had none.

Then Enid turned, just enough for their eyes to meet. Her eyes were red rimmed and puffy from crying recently and they quickly began to water up once more. With a sniff Enid turned her head and scooted closer to Yoko.

Wednesday’s body was ice. Her heart beat spiked in panic, telling her to flee, to get away from everyone because she wasn’t safe. Because she was about to do something she couldn’t let anyone see.

She ran.

She ran all the way from the classroom back to her dorm and slammed the door shut behind her. 

Then she fell and slumped against the door like a marionette whose strings had been cut.

And she cried.

She did not sob or weep, simply cried, tears running down her face unchecked and the occasional hitched breath as her body pulled in desperately needed oxygen. 

She had lost Enid.

No.

She had pushed Enid away. Forced her away.

Why?

Because she was afraid to lose her.

Then why had she pushed her away?

Because she had gotten too close, because it would hurt all the more when they would part.

Hurt more than this? This sadness? No, that was too simple a word, this dismal despair?

Was this current pain really worth a potentially more hurtful pain? Why did losing Enid hurt so much?

They were friends, best friends even but Wednesday had never been this distraught, this upset over a friendship. The only thing she could think of that had brought her such pain was when she had lost Nero or nearly lost Thing. They had been family though. Did she consider Enid family?

That wasn’t quite right but it was closer. 

Enid was different.

Why was she different?

Wednesday cast her mind back, thinking of every moment and interaction with Enid, of everything she could think about Enid.

Bright, earnest, hopeful but not naive. That giggle that had been grating when they first met but became comforting at some point because it meant everything was okay with Enid. So beautiful it hurts to look at sometimes, like trying to see the sun itself. Soft and caring but not weak. Those wonderful scars from her first transformation when she had fought the Hyde. There was a monster that lurked under that bubbly and sweet exterior, both literally and figuratively. She loved that about Enid.

Oh…

That was what was different.

She loved Enid.

Not as a friend or as part of her family but romantically. As a potential life partner. 

She loved Enid Sinclair deeply!

And Wednesday had pushed her away…

…

Wednesday was a complete, utter, irrevocable, buffoon and idiot!

She loved Enid Sinclair and she had pushed her away because she was afraid to love her! Afraid to admit even to herself that she loved her! 

Wednesday had to fix this! If it could be fixed. She had to at least try. She needed a plan. 

Wednesday quickly came to the conclusion that there was only one plan that would work. 

Being open and honest.

She spent the next several hours organizing her thoughts and agonizing over what to say exactly. She had to get this right. She had to do her best. For Enid, Wednesday would do her very best.

Once she felt as confident as she could she looked at the time. Classes for the day were already over and most clubs would have wrapped up by now as well. Perfect.

Wednesday quickly made her way to Yoko’s dorm and knocked on the door.

She heard footsteps and some sort of melancholic music being played a bit too loud. “This better be important we’re kinda bus-” Yoko stopped mid sentence as she opened the door and saw Wednesday there. She quickly recovered and stepped out, closing the door behind her giving Wednesday no chance to see into her room. “What do you want, Addams?”

Wednesday had to give her credit, Yoko’s deathglare was formidable. She was Wednesday Addams though, she had perfected such looks. “I understand why you are upset with me Yoko and you have every right to be. I came to apologize to Enid. However, I understand if she is not ready to hear such a thing from me. If you could tell her… tell her that I wish to properly apologize and that if she thinks there is a chance she can ever forgive me that I’ll… I’ll be waiting in the dormroom to do so. However long it takes or if she tells me I can’t be forgiven. Would you tell her? Please?”

Yoko stared into Wednesday’s eyes, not giving an inch in her stare. Wednesday couldn’t keep eye contact and looked down because Yoko had every right to stare at her that way. After another moment the vampire sighed. “Fine, I’ll tell her. Now get out of here.”

Doing as she was told Wednesday left and waited back in her own room. She waited for five minutes which became twenty which became an hour which became two and then four.

Just as she was about to give up hope that Enid would show up, perhaps ever, she heard a hesitant knock on her door. 

“Come in please!” Wednesday stood up and straightened her appearance as best she could, hoping, hoping deeply that it was Enid.

And it was Enid that stepped through the door, just enough that she was able to quietly close it behind her. She was wearing what Wednesday had heard her describe as ‘her frumpy comfy clothes’. A baggy faded pink t-shirt that was a few sizes too large and gray sweatpants. She looked beautiful like she always did because her beauty wasn’t merely skin deep.

“Enid…” Wednesday was able to say but nothing else. Her mouth felt like it was filled with cotton and suddenly her lungs no longer seemed to work. Wednesday could feel her mouth moving but no sound was coming out.

Enid sniffed and wiped at the corner of her eye before wrapping her arms around herself. “Yoko said you wanted to apologize so… Let’s hear what you have to say.” And her voice was cracked from strain and laced with sorrow and it just made Wednesday’s entire being hurt just a bit more.

“I do… want to apologize. I am sorry Enid… I am so sorry. I feel like I should be on my hands and knees begging for your forgiveness but I think you wouldn’t believe my sincerity if I did such a thing.” Wednesday felt her breath hitch and tears beginning to cloud her vision. She couldn’t keep looking at Enid, she wasn’t strong enough to do such a thing like this, so cast her eyes to the ground where Enid stood.

“Wednesday are yo-” Enid had taken a half step forward but Wednesday threw her hand up to stop her.

“Please… please let me finish first.” She saw Enid plant her foot back down and heard a croaked “Okay” before Wednesday’s breath hitched again and she felt a tear fall from her face to splatter on the ground.

“I am so deeply sorry for hurting you Enid. I want you to know that I did not hurt you out of maliciousness or hate. I did it out of fear. Because you were right. I was-I AM afraid. Afraid that my feelings will be used to hurt me. Afraid of letting people close. I am sorry that in my fear I pushed you away and hurt you in the way I am always afraid is going to happen to me. That those things I care about will be taken away.”

Another hitch in her breath and Wednesday had to take a moment to steady her breath before continuing. “I am sorry that I hurt you but I’m not sorry for what I did. I know! I know how that sounds but let me explain.” She needed another deep breath to continue on again.

“What I said that night was because I realized something. The school year is almost up. We’re about to graduate. We’re going to go our separate ways. And I didn’t want that. Not after I knew what it felt like to kiss you… to hold you… to be held by you… so I wanted those things to have not happened because then it wouldn’t hurt so much.

“But those things did happen and I didn’t realize what they meant and it made me realize that when I pushed you away I hurt myself. I hurt myself because I-” Her throat closed up, as if she was going into anaphylactic shock. But she was in control of her body and she would say those words!

“I love you Enid Sinclair.”

With those words out it felt like an elephant had stepped off her chest and she felt like she could breathe.

“I love you and I hurt you and you probably hate me and I- I- couldn’t- I just- I wanted- I needed-”

“I love you too.”

Wednesday’s world was spinning and flipping end over end, as if she was in some car that had sped off the side of the road at eighty miles per hour and clipped a tree as it was careening off.

“What?” Slowly Wednesday lifted her eyes back up to Enid. Enid who seemed somewhere between overjoyed and sorrowful, a big smile on her face that seemed to flip to frowning before smiling again while tears ran down her face.

“I love you Wednesday.”

“Oh.” Wednesday looked at Enid and blinked a few times, looked off to the side for a second and then looked back. It still felt like the world was spinning to her but if Enid loved her that was probably alright. “I’m not sure what to do now.”

Enid giggled and then laughed. A full bodied laugh interspersed with soft sobs that eventually calmed down. Enid was scrubbing at her face and a few more giggles escaped her. “God, Wednesday you’re still weird as shit but I love that about you.”

“The feeling is still very much mutual.” There was a small pause between them, just a few moments of processing and realizing what they’ve said to each other. “Honestly, Enid, I still am unsure of what to do next.”

Enid giggled and snorted behind her hand. “Um, well, you could start with an apology kiss?”

“What’s an apology kiss?”

“A kiss you give as part of an apology, duh.”

“Like this?” At some point the two of them had inched closer and closer together, close enough that Wednesday just had to take a step forward in order to press their lips together. It felt like a livewire had just touched her and she jolted back. “Sorry, that surprised me. Let me try again.” When Wednesday pressed in she was expecting it this time. Instead of jumping back she just kept her lips there and felt the pleasant tingling shocks run through her. “I’m still not sure if I believe that an apology kiss is a thing.”

“Oh, there’s all sorts of kisses. Like the ‘I missed you’ kiss.” Enid softly kissed Wednesday once more, arms slowly wrapping around her shoulders. “And the ‘thank you’ kiss.” Another soft kiss and Wednesday’s hands went to rest on Enid’s hips. “And one I haven’t tried before called the ‘I love you’ kiss.” This time as their lips met it was deeper, still gentle and soft but it had more feeling behind it and seemed to last longer.

As they pulled apart Wednesday chased after those wonderful lips, something she hadn’t realized she could miss until it was gone. “That last one felt different but the others just felt like kisses to me.” 

Enid giggled and Wednesday felt another kiss on her lips. “I assure you there are plenty of differences between each kiss.”

Wednesday hummed and leaned in for one more kiss. “Perhaps I just need to study then.”

Another giggle and kiss from Enid. “More than happy to help you study love.”

A couple more kisses and Wednesday felt they had been moving subtly away from the door and towards their bed. “I think I like that nickname.”

“Hmm, love?” Each sentence was punctuated with another soft kiss and slight shuffle to the bed.

“Yes, much better than just shortening my name.”

“Did that really upset you?”

“At the time yes but I certainly overreacted. Again, I truly do apologize.”

“It’s okay, apology accepted, love.”

A few more soft kisses exchanged before either one of them spoke again.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I hope it never gets old saying that.” Wednesday said as she felt the back of her knees hit their bed. She sat down and Enid followed after.

“Me too.” Enid continued to press forward, gently and persistent, until Wednesday scooted back and gave Enid room to crawl up above her. With the new vantage point Enid began to rain down kiss after slow, gentle kiss on Wednesday’s skin.

“Enid?” Wednesday received an affirmative hum as Enid continued her languid quest of covering Wednesday’s skin in kisses. “What are we doing?”

With a blush Enid pulled back and looked down at Wednesday. “Um, I was hoping toooo… make love to my… giiiiirlfriend?”

Wednesday felt a twitch of a smile at Enid’s bashfulness. “Girlfriend, lover, paramour. And I’m fine with where this is going, I just wanted to be sure.” She reached up and tangled her fingers into Enid’s hair and calmly guided her back down. 

More kisses were exchanged, tongues slowly coming out and exploring, no heat just a desire to feel and touch. They broke apart often, staring into the others eyes as breath was caught. Hands began to roam, never grasping or clutching, just holding or touching. As their hands slipped beneath clothing it would be casually removed and tossed to the side. As more and more skin was revealed it became some sort of unspoken rule that it should be touching in some way.

Soon both of them were naked, chests pressing together, legs entwined, one of Enid’s arms next to Wednesday’s head keeping some of her weight off the smaller girl, her other one running up and down Wednesday’s side. One of Wednesday’s hands was rubbing slow circles at Enid’s hip while the other was wrapped around her shoulder. 

As Enid was pressing calm kisses against her neck and mouthing softly, occasionally whispering words like ‘I love you’ or ‘you’re beautiful’, Wednesday felt her hand naturally drifting to the back of Enid’s neck before thinking better of it. “Enid? Is it alright if I touch you,” She moved her hand so just her fingertips were touching the back of her neck, “here? Or would that be too…”

“Yeah, go ahead, just don’t like… grab it or start calling me Sunshine or whatever.” She responded before nuzzling Wednesday’s neck.

Encouraged to go on Wednesday began rubbing her fingers against the sensitive skin there. Her brow furrowed as she felt something hard there that wasn’t usually there. A knot had somehow formed and Wednesday began to dig her fingers in and work around it.

“Eep! Wednesday that kinda hu-” There was an audible pop and then an orgasmic moan from Enid as she went completely limp against Wednesday.

“Did you just…?”

“No, but it felt about as good.” She even sounded more relaxed now.

“Enid, have you not been sleeping?”

“Not well. Do you realize how comfy this bed is compared to the standard Nevermore one? It was terrible to sleep in one especially without you there.”

“Roll over then. You shouldn’t be in this position.”

Enid grumbled something about just getting comfortable but did as asked and rolled off of Wednesday. Wednesday quickly followed and now their positions were reversed. “Good, now let me just…” She shifted and adjusted her hips until finally, “Aaah, there we go…” She pressed their vulvas together, lower lips pressing together and rubbing against each other.

There was a long sigh from Enid and Wednesday used the opportunity to press their mouths together again, stealing a bit of breath from her lover. Enid gave her hips an experimental shift and the two of them moaned quietly together. Another shift and Wednesday felt their clits pass each other. Soon the two of them were rocking gently together and kissing lazily. Hands found their partners and fingers entwined as peaceful sighs and hushed moans were traded for soft kisses.

Wednesday felt something building up inside her. It wasn’t the usual fire of desire, it didn’t burn and consume. It was lighter, softer… like basking in sunlight. “I love you,” she whispered and was answered by a warm sigh and a kiss. She said it again and got an ‘I love you’ back. 

They continued to make such exchanges back and forth. A kiss for a sigh, a moan for a word of love, a breathy yes caused hands to squeeze in assurance. All the while hips pressed together and brought soft pleasure to each other. 

Wednesday would be content to let this moment continue on forever.

Then she felt it. The twitching of hips and stuttering breath against her lips. Wednesday pulled back slightly, just enough to get a good look at Enid’s face. It looked so content and peaceful as bliss washed over it. Wednesday dipped her head down into Enid’s neck and bucked her hips just a bit faster, muttering ‘I love you’ over and over again until she felt a burst of brightness and satisfaction rolling through her. 

Seconds or perhaps minutes passed, Wednesday could neither tell or care. A few more soft words were passed and then Wednesday found herself on her side with Enid’s arms wrapped around her. 

She didn’t know what would happen to them in the future but it didn’t matter. This moment was perfect because they were alive and together.

Chapter Text

Enid was bored. She was in her Modern History class and she was bored out of her mind. 

It wasn’t that the material was boring, she actually kind of liked it, it was just this professor. He just had this deadtone and he looked like he was going to kick the bucket himself by the end of next week. At least it was a weekend and she only had, a quick glance at the clock in the room, twenty minutes left in this snooze fest and then she would be on here way-

She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Checking to see if the professor was paying attention, he wasn’t, Enid pulled out the cell phone to see who was messaging her. The name brought a smile to her face.

💗Goth GF💗

Enid, you are almost done with your final class of the day, correct?

Yep! Jst 20 min lef

Good.

Something arrived and I wanted to show you.

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The image was a picture of two leather collars. One a deep black with Moonlight in white stitched across it and a simple o-ring and the other was a solid white with Sunshine stitched in black and a heart shaped ring.

OMG! They finally came!

Yes, they finally arrived. I think mine looks quite nice.

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The photo attached only showed between Wednesday’s shoulders and chin. Black locks of hair out from their usual braids fell behind her head, black leather fitting snugly around her neck and no other piece of clothing hinted at. No bra strap or sleeves sitting on shoulders.

😯 WEDNESDAY! r u naked!

Don't be silly Enid

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This one was a full bodied picture, head still cut off but collar prominently displayed. A collar and nothing else besides that stunning naked body.

I'm clearly wearing my collar.

Wednesday! Wat r u doin?!

I thought it was fairly obvious.

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Torture

The first image was much like the first, full frontal mirror selfie, but this time Wednesday’s legs were slightly spread apart and two fingers spreading her pussy open. The second was the same as the first but with her two fingers knuckle deep in herself. The third was a side angle, showing off that, yes, she was wearing that cat tail butt plug they had gotten. The fourth was another close up of her neck and collar but this one had her hand around her throat. The fifth and finally one was just a picture of Enid’s favorite strap-on to use. 

Enid glanced at the time. There was still technically fifteen minutes left in the class but no one would notice if she decided to slip out a little early.

So she did just that.

She had never been more glad than this moment that their apartment was only a ten minute walk from campus. She could probably run it in five.

When she finally made it into their apartment she was sweaty and out of breath. Wednesday was just sitting on a stool, legs crossed, by the kitchen counter where there was a tall glass of water, a protein bar, and her favorite strap-on. Wednesday was looking at her phone and frowning. “Eleven minutes. I knew I should have worn the cat ears. That would have gotten you here in under ten.”

Enid wanted to make some sort of remark on that but was too busy demolitioning the protein bar and glass of water her awesome girlfriend had prepared for her. Wednesday just looked at her and raised an eyebrow. “I don’t have your tongue yet so why so quiet?” Enid groaned around the mouthful she was trying to swallow and shot her hand out to grab Wednesday’s collar.

With a sharp tug her little kitten was on her feet and pressing her naked body against Enid’s still clothed one. Enid’s hand went from the collar’s ring to wrap around Wednesday’s throat, just below her jaw, just letting it rest there and feel her kitten’s pulse spike just at the feeling of her hand there. Finally swallowing Enid nipped harshly at Wednesday’s lip before saying, “You are just being such a naughty kitty, aren’t you Moonlight?”

She felt the shiver run through Wednesday as their eyes locked. “Well maybe I wouldn’t be so naughty if my mate hadn’t mentioned the possibility of, and I quote, ‘fucking railing me till I pass out’ this weekend.”

This time it was Enid who shivered. Wednesday was trying to kill her! The tail plug, her hair down, calling her her mate, she could feel herself already soaking her panties! She brought her hand down in a harsh strike against Wednesday’s rump before shooting up and grabbing a fistfull of her hair and pulling to make her expose her neck. “Well maybe if you’re a good kitty and go wait on the bed that possibility will become a reality. Got it?” She asked and then bit at the exposed neck.

Wednesday groaned and almost melted at her words but managed to stay standing. “Yes, Mistress Enid. ” And fuck, Enid loved the way Wednesday’s voice dropped and spoke in that breathy tone. She watched as her lover turned and walked away, an obvious exaggerated sway to her hips that really made her tail sway.

Maybe Enid was going to a college further away from her pack than she wanted and maybe Wednesday wasn’t attending her first choice in universities but they were together. And as long as Enid was with Wednesday, her lover, her mate, the woman she swore she was going to marry someday, everything seemed perfect.