SECOND PLACE
WEREWOLF MAGNET

Margot? Ewwwww!! Color rises to Elodie’s cheeks as she recalls the humiliating, flustering, confusing experience of being stuffed in a duffel bag with her, and making out with her in front of her one true love. No, no, no, Mister Sam, you’ve got this all wrong! She opens her mouth to explain.

“Margot? Mister Sam, she’s a [i]werewolf.[/i] And a [i]jock.[/i] Even in her human form, she’s sweaty all the time, and musky like an animal, and she can’t stop herself from drooling when she gets excited.” Okay, wow, harsh, but that olfactory battering is... what you remember, very strongly, yes...

Elodie’s voice drops a sepulchral octave. “And that’s what I love about her.”

?!?!?

“By Hades, I can’t be in the same room with her without thinking about how much I want to lick every inch of her clean, and then let her lick her mouth’s scent all over me~” Hold on hang on she has Confusing Feelings about stinky werewolves but wait just a darn minute here!!! “I want her to hotbox me in a locker until I can’t think about anything other than [i]puppies.[/i]” That is categorically not true!!! “But can you imagine my reputation if I openly stooped that low? Being the girlfriend of the only human in Sleepshy, that’s a position with [i]status.[/i]” No no no shut up Ellie that’s not why you want to be with Timmy, it’s because he’s enticingly [i]normal![/i] You... you want to... is that really why you want to be with him?

“Being a werewolf jock’s bitch... it’s what I touch myself to at night, as much as I put on appearances for everybody else. It’s humiliating, but... well, if I can’t admit it in confidence here, with my besties, where can I? I want her to rub her hairy, fit body all over my face, I want her to sit on me and make me yelp and whine and admit she’s my Alpha, and I can’t be honest about my depraved fantasies of being overwhelmed by her heady musk because they’re so [i]shameful![/i] That’s why I’m grooming Timmy to be my beard. He’ll be such a handsome little cuckold, don’t you think? I can just imagine him smoking a pipe and reading the newspaper in the living room while Margot leads me around on a leash in our bedroom. Domestic bliss! I have a house husband for financial security, and a werewolf Alpha to put me in my place and make me stink like the animals we are. Timmy’s so easily whipped, I’m sure he’d still give me kisses while my mouth stinks of my werewolf lover’s... oh, what do the wolves call it? Using the feline nickname seems so gauche, given the circumstances.”

Stop! Please stop! Why is she saying these things? Why is she speaking like she’s a hussy from the pits of Tartarus, and in front of Timmy? Why is her heart racing imagining Margot treating her tenderly, licking her so daintily, making her scent something to cherish, even while she says such filthy things? Is she just blurting out what she really thinks?

...no! In her most depraved fantasies about being a werewolf’s chew toy, she still doesn’t want to subject Timmy to that humiliation! She doesn’t want to make Margot feel ashamed for something she can’t control! And she definitely wants to smooch Timmy, maybe in a sandwich between him and Margot, and why is she crossing and uncrossing her legs so much???

[i]Sam.[/i]

He’s staring at her so intently. He’s ever so slightly mouthing along, and he’s smirking so, so evilly! Elodie’s heart starts blaring out steam and bouncing furiously inside her chest. She is going to give him a piece of her mind, see if she doesn’t! She’ll give him the old one two! She’ll give him to Cerberus as a chew toy, and stop thinking about chew toys while he makes you talk about a girl you have really, really confusing feelings about! You have made an enemy for life! Or undeath!! However it works!!!

“So what do you think, Timmy? Oh, what am I saying!” She giggles, hiding her mouth behind one hand. “Your opinion doesn’t matter! You’ll go along with [i]whatever[/i] I say because [i]I’m[/i] pretty and [i]you[/i] don’t have a spine. Now, thank Mister Sam for us, and let’s go find Margot, darling~”

If you were looking carefully at Elodie, you might see tears pricking in her eyes, running singly down her cheeks. But it is doubtful that anyone in the room save Sam can look her in the face right now.