Title: Lunar Spell

Rating: NC-17 (NC-17 this chapter)

Chapter 1 (2/13)

Brittany's wolf was restless. She's been a full werewolf for about four years now, but things never got any easier. She would have thought that she would have gotten used the same routine over again, but it still surprised her. She would change on the night of the three phases of the full moon. The wolf gave her no choice. But, Brittany didn't care much about that. She was used to the full moon affecting her. After all, before she changed, the moon would cause her to fall asleep early and not wake up until the sun rose. It was the moon's way of protecting the wolf pups. They would sleep until their parents returned from celebrating the moon as a wolf.

But, the full moon wasn't the biggest problem. No, it was the three days before. The wolf can always anticipate the moon's arrival and would get restless. And there was only two ways to calm the wolf. The first was to change into a wolf and let it release its energy. That was not the most popular method for handling the restlessness, however. Nor, was it easiest in modern society. Surely, people would see a wolf roaming around in the middle of the day. No, the other method was much more common and would be much more satisfying if it didn't happen at the most awkward times. The wolf needed release of a sexual nature. Orgasm kept the wolf at bay. Those three days before the full moon were the most sexual days in a werewolf's life, if they weren't in heat and trying to get pregnant. But, those were the days that were sometimes absolute torture. They were always horny and if they didn't find their release, the wolf would release itself from the human restraint and run free.

So Brittany was grateful that it was the last day before the full moon. It was October and her wolf was particularly restless before this Harvest Moon. Brittany tried so hard to suppress her hormones in school, but by third period, her wolf was getting ready to burst. Brittany excused herself from class and headed over to girl's bathroom to relieve herself manually. Brittany quickly stepped into the bathroom and was immediate met with two familiar smells. The first was the smell of arousal. Someone else in here was horny and working on getting herself off. But, it was the second smell that amused Brittany. Rachel Berry was the person masturbating in one of the stalls. Brittany smirked and was about to just grab the next stall over and get to her own release when she caught another familiar smell. It was faint, but there was no denying it. It was the smell of a werewolf. All the pieces added up to one thing. Rachel Berry was going to change into a werewolf tomorrow.

Rachel was embarrassed. She knew that she was a normal teenager, and that this was a normal teenage urge, but never did she think that she would have to excuse herself from class to masturbate.

It's not that Rachel was uncomfortable with sex. She wasn't. She lost her virginity to Finn over the summer. It just happened in the heat of the moment and afterwards she told Finn that she wanted to wait before doing it again, because she felt that they went too far too fast. He wasn't thrilled with the idea, but he respected her decision. At least, he did, until Puck's Labor Day party, where he got drunk and slept with a drunken Santana. Finn never mentioned the indiscretion and tried to lie about it after she confronted him about it. Santana, surprisingly, was honest about the whole ordeal.

So, Rachel was too busy concentrating on her task at hand that she was startled by the knock on her stall door.

"Rachel," Brittany called softly. "Rachel, can I come in there."

"Brittany," Rachel replied weakly, "this is kind of private."

"I know what you're doing in there. I can help." Rachel just paused. "Please." Rachel sighed and opened the door. Brittany quickly came in and pulled the brunette in her a kiss. Rachel moaned. She never realized that Brittany was so good at kissing. But, Rachel didn't have much time to think about it as Brittany's hand worked its way under her skirt and quickly found her opening, plunging two fingers into the brunette. Rachel groaned and bucked her hips in time with Brittany's thrusting. She was close; all it took was a swipe of the blonde's thumb over her clit to fall over the edge. Rachel fell against the taller girl, who just held her up, until her legs could support her again.

Once Rachel was back to normal, she knew it was time to repay the favor. She lifted Brittany's Cheerios skirt up and pulled her underwear and spankies down. Rachel then lowered herself until she was under her legs and flicked her tongue over Brittany's clit. The blonde whimpered and Rachel tentatively stuck two fingers into the girl.

"Oh god," Brittany groaned. "Please, finish me. I'm losing control." Rachel had no idea what Brittany was talking about, but quickly began to pump in and out of the blonde and sucked on her sensitive nub. Brittany's breathing became labored and when Rachel gently bit on her clitoris, she came hard, falling against the stall door.

Soon Brittany moved and unlocked the door, exposing them to the empty bathroom. Both girls composed themselves and smiled shyly.

Brittany was the first to speak. "It's going to happen soon."

Rachel just looked up confused. "What is?"

"Your change. Full moon's tomorrow."

"Brittany, what are you talking about?"

"Your change from human to wolf," Brittany stated firmly.

"What," Rachel asked shaking her head and starting to leave, but Brittany stopped her.

"You didn't know that you're a werewolf?"

"You're crazy."

"I'm not. Well, not about this. Were you bitten?"

"Bitten?"

"Did you get bitten by a dog or wolf-like animal?"

"No."

Brittany paused, and sniffed again in Rachel's direction. 'Yep, definitely a werewolf," she thought to herself. "Then you were born this way," Brittany said. "I can smell it on you."

"Brit," Rachel started.

"You've been having weird dreams lately, right," Brittany interrupted. "Dreams where you were chasing animal in the woods and stuff."

"More like nightmares. Those poor animals. I am a vegan after all."

"If I'm right, and I think I am, you won't be for much longer. Your wolf won't let you."

"Brittany," Rachel tried to interrupt.

"And you've been weird," Brittany continued, "like really strong one minute and normal the next."

"What are you getting at?"

"You've never been sick."

"I had Laryngitis just last year."

"Yeah," Brittany countered, "but you were never sick. Never had a cold, or the flu, or anything like that. You don't even get cold."

"Everyone feels the cold, Brittany."

"You can feel the cold, but you don't get cold. Like you could stand outside in a snow storm without any winter clothes and not feel cold." Rachel just shook her head in disbelief. No one knew that about her. "It's all because you're a werewolf."

"I'm not," Rachel denied.

"Fine," Brittany said, "you want more evidence. Here. Three nights a month, you get really sleepy when the sun goes down. No matter the time of year and how much sleep you got that day, when the moon rises you fall asleep."

"How could you know that?"

"Because it used to happen to me, too. Before I changed I would fall asleep when the full moon rose. My sister still does. And this time, you won't. Tomorrow, you will change with the moon. Just like I do."

"This is nuts."

Brittany let out a breath and did one of the only things left that she could think of; she projected a message into Rachel's mind. She knew that Rachel would be able to hear her, since the telepathy comes in around the same time as the dreams hit. "It might be. But, it's real."

Rachel gasped at the sound of Brittany's voice in her head. "How did you do that?"

"I've told you. I'm a werewolf. If you can hear me you can do it too. Werewolves can communicate with each other telepathically."

"I can't believe this," Rachel grumbled.

"You have to. You've been horny for three days now. I mean really horny. It's like you feel like something's going to rip out of your skin if you don't come, right?"

"That not how I would put it."

"But, that's how it is. The wolf gets restless the three days before the full moon. And your wolf has now decided to come out to play for the first time. Its presence is really making itself known. It's going to come out."

"This is crazy."

"I know that's what it sounds like, but it's real. Tomorrow's the full moon. Spend the weekend at my house. Come over after school tomorrow. I can help you. Please, Rachel." Rachel just looked away. "Look, it doesn't matter if you believe me, but at least come over and stay tomorrow night. Please."

Rachel exhaled. "Fine." But Brittany caught her as she turned to leave the bathroom.

"Oh and please don't mention this conversation to anyone okay?"

Rachel looked the blonde straight in the eye. "Believe me, there's no way I'd ever mention this conversation to anyone."

…

"Mom, Dad," Brittany said at dinner. "Tomorrow, I have a werewolf friend coming over."

Lucas, Brittany's dad looked over at her. "Brittany, none of the younger werewolves have had their first change yet. There aren't even many within the age group to change. And you don't seem close to the ones that are."

"I know. It's a new wolf. She's going to change tomorrow for the first time. I can smell it on her."

"Brittany," Stephanie, her mother, started, "a wolf's first time should probably be with her family or someone she really trusts. Unless. You don't think she's your mate, do you?"

"No, but no one in her family is a wolf. She didn't even know that she is going to change until I told her."

"Is she a mutt," Stephanie asked, using the werewolf slang for a bitten werewolf.

"No. I asked her. And I asked her about some of the born werewolf things and she's never been sick, or cold, and falls asleep early on the night of the full moon."

"That's impossible though," Lucas said. "She can't be a werewolf like that without someone in her family being a werewolf. What's her name?"

"Rachel Berry."

"Is that the Rachel with the two gay fathers?" Brittany nodded. "Neither one of them is a werewolf. Bring her over we'll figure this out."

"Oh, and mom," Brittany added. "She's a vegan, so can you make pasta or something tomorrow." Stephanie looked her daughter. "I know. It's weird. But, it's probably going to be her last vegan meal. Please." Stephanie sighed and Brittany smiled.

…

"So Rachel," Stephanie asked after dinner the next day. "Brittany tells us that you have two fathers. Were you adopted?"

"No, they used a surrogate. One of them is my biological father, but we don't know which. My daddy, Jackson, put his name on my birth certificate as my biological father, but we don't know if he really is. We never got a paternity test. So, my other dad, Elias, just adopted me."

"You've never met your mother then?"

"No. I haven't."

"And you know nothing about her," Lucas asked.

"I know that my fathers picked her based on her talent and medical history."

"Medical history, meaning that she's never gotten sick?"

"No, they looked at the likelihood of genetic diseases in her family."

"I'm guessing that there are few."

"I imagine so. I mean I maintain perfect attendance and have never shown any signs of illness."

"See," Brittany said, "I told you."

"Mama," Heather whined, "I'm getting sleepy."

Stephanie turned to her youngest daughter, "I know. It's almost bedtime. Come on, daddy and I will tuck you in." Stephanie led their daughter to her room, and Lucas got up to follow, but stopped in front of Brittany.

"You better take Rachel upstairs too," he said firmly. "She's probably not going to want to…" he paused, "…make it easier for herself out in the open." Lucas headed up the stairs, and Brittany grabbed Rachel's hand and took her up the stairs to her room.

When they got up there, the first thing Brittany did was glance at the clock. Thirteen minutes to sunset. She exhaled, knowing that this next part was going to be tough.

"Rachel," Brittany called timidly, "you're going to need to take your clothes off."

"What," the brunette demanded.

"You're going to start to change when the sun goes down and you'll get tangled in your clothes and rip them if you don't."

"Not this again, Brittany."

"Look I know it sounds weird. But, you have to."

Rachel just shook her head and Brittany glanced at the clock again, panic written in her eyes. Rachel watched as the blonde quickly stripped off her own clothes and exhaled. Suddenly, Rachel felt a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Hey, Brittany, what's in your mom's tomato sauce, I feel weird." As soon as the words left Rachel's mouth, a burst of heat ran threw her veins. It knocked the wind right out of the brunette and tears started to pour down her cheeks.

Brittany quickly went over to her and pulled off her clothes. "It will be easier if you don't fight it," she whispered into Rachel's ear.

But, Rachel tensed up at her words and tried to prevent her limbs from continuing their uncontrollable movements. Her body heated up even more and Rachel tried to moan in pain, but the noise that came out of her mouth was definitely not human.

Brittany cried as she watched her friend go through so much pain. She wanted to help her, but soon felt the familiar tingling spread through her body as her wolf took over. Brittany's change was fast and painless. It always was after the first time. Her parents told her that it was like working a muscle for the first time. It hurts at first, but once you get used to it, it's like nothing at all. Brittany, her wolf form, looked up at the brunette and made a quick decision.

Rachel was struggling to breathe. The pain was so bad, and she didn't want this at all. Her eyes were screwed shut and she just wanted this to end. Suddenly, Rachel felt a thump on her back, pushing her forward and face down on Brittany's bed. In her surprise, Rachel let up her fight and her bones shifted quicker. Rachel started to relax and just kept breathing and crying. She felt her fur grow through her skin and tail sprout out. Bones cracked. Muscles spasmed. Body contorted.

Brittany's voice filled her head, "It's almost over." Then the worst of it hit. Thirty seconds of pure agony as the heat disappeared and all her muscles ached at once. Then, just as soon as the pain came, it ended.

Rachel still lay on the bed with her eyes shut. She didn't want to open her eyes or move. It would make what happened just now too real. The bed shook and shifted as another weight moved towards her. Fur plopped down next to her, and a tongue wet the side of her cheek.

"It's over, Rachel. You can look now."

Rachel opened her eyes to see a beautiful white wolf with blazing blue eyes in front of her. It's Brittany. It doesn't look like Brittany, but Rachel knows. She took a deep breath and inhales the scents around her. Everything smelt different, more potent. But, there was one smell that brought the room together. It wasn't something she's smelt before, light and airy, but it was definitely Brittany. Because what she smelt was Brittany's scent.

The white wolf smiled at her and nudged her to get off the bed. "Come on. We need to say good night to Heather before we go run."

Brittany jumped off the bed and nudged the door open with her nose. Apparently, the blonde girl never shut it completely. Rachel followed her into her sister's bedroom, where two gray wolves were hovered over the seven year old girl.

Brittany jumped on her sister's bed and licked her face, causing the young girl to giggle. Heather turned to face the new light brown wolf in the room and beckoned her forward.

"It's okay," Stephanie told her. "She just wants to pet you."

Rachel inched forward, tentatively. Heather put her hand in front of her nose, and Rachel sucked in the young girl's scent. Heather slowly put her hand at the top of Rachel's head and stroked down to her neck twice. She liked how different it felt. Rachel licked the girl's hand.

"Pretty," Heather commented to her and Rachel smiled. The young girl yawned, as Brittany nudged Rachel hind legs.

"Come on. Let's go run."