Under a Werewolf

“Oh fuck me.” You gasp, spotting the third and final sheep underneath a living breathing werewolf. You’d been looking for the last one for hours, and honestly the thrill of the search was starting to loose it’s luster.

“It is a wolf!” Bo Peep cried. “Michael, you were right! What is it we are to do?”

You flounder, and gasp. “How would I know?” You tilt your head to take in the image of the little lamb taking what must be a very impressive werewolf dick. “It kind of looks like she’s enjoying.”

“Nonsense, one of my precious lambs would never lay down with such a dirty beast! They are too pure.” She gestures to the sheep who has her dildo gag up the twat of the sheep in front of her, who was licking and sucking on the dildo at the base of Bo Peeps crook.

“Of course, they’re obviously very… pure. But seriously, there’s nothing I can do about that thing. Two out of three isn’t bad, is it?”

“Non! I will not accept this.” She reached down and took off her high heels, chucking one of them at the werewolf’s head. “Bad wolfie, get way from my beautiful Isarie!”

That goes about as well as you’d expected. The snarling seven foot tall wolfman, jerks his head up from his prey and looks over at the two of you growling.

“Umm, Bo Peep. Apologize to the nice monster man.”

“Never!” She chucked the other shoe at the wolfman, and the hunt was on!

“Aaaaah!” You screamed running in the opposite direction as soon as the guy was out of the lamb and on your tail. You brought out the rulebook.

New Rule: No Monsters!!!

The hand writing was shaking but legible.

You turned your head around, and still saw the drooling maw of a werewolf snapping after you.

“What the hell???” You cry, what was wrong with the book?

Shakespeare grabs her vibrating phone out her pantilooms, and turns it over in her hand. “Vexing magic rock, hath thou not buzzed enough this night? What Delphic writings doth thou have for me now?” She squints at the screen, set to decipher whatever words this machine has yet again produced for her. “No… Monsters… Approve, or Disapprove?.” She looks towards the camera, addressing the audience. “More gibberish.” She chucks her phone far across the gym, with all of her might. “Begone! Thou shall vibrate my wound no longer, banished you are, anon, anon!”

As she finishes her epic battle with technology a new character comes to join her on stage. Count Dracula, pale and terrible, is upon her in a moment, close and… clamy. “Great bard, what has got you so upset?”

“A trick no doubt conceived by Puck himself, oh!” She suddenly realized how close she was to a man. “Why, charming count, thou hast drawn quite near.”

“Yes, is it not natural to want to see an object of beauty close up?”

Shakespeare's face turns red, and she gets all flustered again. “Beauty? Me? HAHAHA! You are so funny! You really think so?”

“There can be no doubt.” He took her by the chin, and planted a kiss on her lips. “Beautiful mind, beautiful soul.”

“Oh my, oh thou hast, made a stuttering fool of me. That is to say my eye weeps for you, no no no! I mean to say that thou presence warms the hearth of my inn. No no no, that too is passion consuming my words, I venture merely to say, oh fuck it, you’ve got me straight up horny dude.”

Drac smiles. “Look into my eyes Shakespeare, and I’ll make sure you’re horny for the rest of eternity.”

Her jaw goes slack and she nods her head slowly. “Yes, master.”

“I didn’t even throw the shoe, why the fuck are you chasing me?!?!” You scream at the top of your lungs down the hall of your school, and eventually into the boy’s bathroom. You lock the door, and run into a stall, so you can catch your breath and throw up into the toilet. “Oh my goodness, oh my goodness. Oh man.” You throw up a little bit more. “Why didn’t the book work?”

“Michael?” You hear a female voice ask from the next stall over, then see a blonde head stick out from under the gap. “Oh Em Gee, it is you!”

You blink at the stranger for a few moments, but then recognize those green eyes. “Lucy?”

“Pffft, I’m Lulu, duuuh, dumb dumb dummy.”

“What are you doing in the boy’s bathroom?”

She looks up at you. “I like, thought this is where girl’s suck cock.”

“Oh.”

“Can I suck your cock?”

You’re still trying to catch your breath, and your mouth tastes like straight up acid. That being said you are rocking some pretty good terror wood right now. “Yeah all right.”

“Eeee!” You sit down on the toilet, and she pulls herself into your stall. “So like, what are you doing here? Oh Em Gee, are you here to suck cock too?”

“Am I here to… no. Why would you think that?” She points up to some writing on the stall that specifically says ‘Michael sucks cock.’ “Oh, no. I was getting chased by a werewolf.”

“Wow, that’s so scary.”

“Yeah.” You stroke your chin, as Lucy tugs your pants down awkwardly with the heels of her hands. “None of the monsters can be violent tonight, though. So I feel like he wanted to do some non consensual cuddling. “What about you, I thought that doctor was supposed to fix your hands.”

“He did.” She chirps, taking your cock in what are very clearly feet. “He gave me big big boobies so no one would notice. Pretty smart huh?”

“This is literally the first time I’m noticing anything about you other than your hands.” You look to her chest. “Holy crap! Look at those things. Forget a blow job, put those things on my cock. Tit fuck me Lucy.”

She giggle and rolls her eyes. “Umm, as if Michael. I’m totally dating Derek alright? I don’t wanna cheat on my, and be-tray his trust in me, m’kay?” She then started giving you dick head kisses.

“But you’re in this bathroom to…”

“Blow jobs and foot jobs don’t count!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, nearly shattering the mirror glass on the other side of the wall.

“Aaaah!” You groan, back getting to you feet. “Why are you like this even as a bimbo?”

“She looks up at you innocently, running her big toe along her lips. “Sexy?”

“Mmm very. Fuck. I can’t deal with you right now. Lucy I promise I’ll break you someday soon, and you can have all he freaky foot fetish sex you want.”

“Wow, that’s such a cool promise Michael. When you do, can we make like a fetish porno and send it to my dad? I’d be so ashamed of myself, I bet I’d just like, cum on the spot.”

“Oh man.” You almost came on the spot. The Lucy of today is way ahead of where the actual Lucy is in her fall from grace. It would be wicked fun if you had her brainstorm her own torments and degradation for the months to come. “Okay, new plan, you sick little freak. For the rest of the night I want you to write down whatever fun humiliating ideas you want me to do to you as a four foot, okay? Anything at all.”

“I can’t write.” She holds up her feet. “I got no hands. Plus that doctor made me super fucking stoooopid!” She giggles and rubs her pussy a bit.

“Damn. I really want this. Do you have your phone?”

She pats herself down, despite being naked. “Nope. I think that doctor stole it. Ya know, I don’t care how good his cock was, I don’t think he’sa real doctor. Though he did give me really big boobies. Hey Michael have you seen my boobies?”

“Yes I have, I really want to fuck them.”

She winks at you, and tilts her head to the side taunting you in a sing song voice. “But ya can’t, cause we’re not dating.”

This time you roll your eyes, and start to dig through your bag. You’re pretty sure you have a lanyard in there somewhere. “Ah ha!” You did! You take your own phone, and hook the case up to the lanyard, and then set it up as a recorder, before placing it around Lucy’s neck. “Okay Lucy my phone is going to record whatever you say for the rest of the night. So I just want you to think up ways for me to humiliate you.”

“Like sending my smut, along with my college applications?”

Woah, she’s good. “Yes, exactly like that. Wow that’s… damn. Yeah just keep saying stuff like that. You’re a four foot, right? So you love being a full of freak, right?”

“Mhm! I love being a total perverted clown!”

Clown clown clown clown clown clown clown clown clown clown clown.

You pull a red ball nose out of your pocket. You grabbed it somewhere in the five fucking hours you spent looking for that last god damn wolf fucking sheep. For this very moment. “What’s that?” Asks Lucy, still masturbating.

“A clown nose.” You toss it up and down in your hand. “Derek mentioned wanting your costume to be a clown, and I sort of have a thing for clowns, so I’ve kind of been obsessing over turning you into one today.”

“You like clowns?”

“Like I like liberal reform, and the thought of passing H.R 1.”

She blinks at you slowly.

“It’s a voting reform bill. You see after their loss in 2020 republicans have… never mind. We’ll talk about it tomorrow, when you can read.”

“So you’re going to turn me into a clown?”

“I was.” You confess. “But seeing you right now.” You gesture to her fucking feet for hands, and blonde ass hair, and bimbo boobs. “You kind of have a lot going on.” Feet for hands, a bimbo, and a clown? There comes a point where there’s just too much going on, and you have to cut your losses. “Ah fuck it.” Then again, you’re not one for leaving well enough alone. You take that rubber ball, and plop it on her nose, letting what may come, come.

Unfortunately (maybe) she just sits there cross eyed, looking at the nose. “Pretty lame.”

“Yeah.” You shrug. “I guess you have to enter the gym to actually change. Well alright, come find me if you do. I gotta go deal with this werewolf.”

When thinking of the Halloween arc, I thought it would be funny if Lucy was just the victim of every single thing to happen during the night. So stay tuned for four foot bimbo werewolf lucy?

Also Priscilla messed up as Shakespeare and threw away her phone, which is how she approves of the changes Michael makes with The Rulebook. A new wildcard enters the game!

Also Also, Chapter 69!!!