Wednesday Addams sat at her desk, the familiar blank page of her manuscript staring back at her with the cold indifference of an unsolved mystery. For weeks, the ideas that once flowed freely from her mind had dried up, leaving her stuck in a quagmire of writer's block. With no amount of morbid inspiration seemingly been able to break the dam.
It was most vexing, never before had she been bound in such a way. Creativity had always been one of her strong suits that she had been able to channel into her most beloved hobby and yet, Viper de le Muerte was left hanging in the balance.
Enid Sinclair, her roommate and a disgustingly, eternal optimist, flopped down on Wednesday's bed, something which in their earlier years, Wednesday would have gutted her for, her brightly coloured hair a stark contrast to the gloomy side of the Addams's heiress' room. Enid had been watching Wednesday's struggle with increasing concern.
"Still stuck?" Enid asked, propping herself up on her elbows. Throwing her phone back on her bed, ignoring the three little dots on her messaging app that signalled Yoko was typing.
Wednesday let out a frustrated sigh, something she rarely allowed herself. "The words evade me. It's as if the muse has decided to take an extended vacation."
Enid tilted her head, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, in the words of our esteemed vampire friend, you need some 'post-nut clarity'." She finished with a chortle at her own joke.
Wednesday, about to retort that Yoko was not her friend, instead turned to face Enid, her expression a mixture of confusion and curiosity. "Post nut clarity? What is that? More of that horrid youthful slang?"
Enid laughed even harder, a bright sound that seemed out of place in the dark room. "Oh, come on, Wends. You're messing with me, right?"
Wednesday's stare remained unbroken, her dark eyes demanding an explanation. Realising her friend was serious, Enid's laughter faded, and she blushed slightly. Surely Wednesday had at least once…pleasured herself and achieved the enlightenment that follows.
"It's, um… wow how do I explain this," Enid mumbled, getting up from Wednesday's bed and pacing a few steps, "it's when someone feels more focused and clear-headed after... you know, after an orgasm," Enid explained, her cheeks turning a rosy shade.
Wednesday's curiosity was piqued. She leaned in, her intense gaze never leaving Enid's face. "And you believe this 'post nut clarity' could help me break through my writer's block?"
Enid's blush deepened, but she nodded. "Maybe? I mean, it couldn't hurt to try. But I was just joking, Wednesday. I didn't mean for you to take it seriously."
Wednesday's mind raced with the possibilities. She was nothing if not dedicated to her craft, and if this unorthodox method could provide the breakthrough she needed, she was willing to try it.
"Very well," Wednesday said, her voice calm and resolute. "Unfortunately, I find my knowledge on the subject and its related activities lacking, would you be able to assist me in this endeavour?"
Enid's eyes widened in shock. "Wait, you mean… I don't know, Wends," she said, biting her lower lip roughly. A common trait that Enid usually does when shy or embarrassed about something. "It's pretty personal to…you know…engage in things like that together." Also combined with the fact that Enid had been harbouring a raging crush on Wednesday for the past three years since she started Nevermore and suddenly jumping into showing her crush how to flick her bean was a little much for the colourful wolf.
"Ah, I understand Enid, no need to feel embarrassed," reassured Wednesday, totally misinterpreting Enid's hesitation. "Do you think Bianca would be open to such a preposition?"
Enid's eyes widened in shock. "What?!" Asked Enid, a very low growl emanating from her chest as she said it, resulting in Wednesday raising one of her perfect eyebrows.
Coughing gently and raising a hand to her chest, Enid said, "sorry about that, I don't know what came over me there… must be nearing the full moon."
Wednesday didn't want to bring up the fact that the full moon wasn't for another three weeks.
"I don't think Bianca would be the best person to ask," said Enid, answering Wednesday's earlier question. "I'm sure she's seeing someone, and you know, she's not the type to cheat on her partner." A bullshit answer if there ever was one. Enid's gossip net was far and wide in Nevermore and she knew beyond a doubt that Bianca was single right now. But the thought of Wednesday asking the beautiful siren for such a thing… nuh-uh, not on her watch.
"Hmm, true I suppose. For all her faults, an adulteress is not one of them."
Enid breathed a sigh of relief, glad that line of thought had been shut down.
"How about…," began Wednesday, another name on her lips before Enid interrupted her loudly with a forced smile.
"You know what, I've changed my mind!" She said, coming and sitting on Wednesday's bed in front of her. "As you're girlfriend…bestie girlfriend, I mean, you know, cause we're besties," rambled Enid nervously, laughing and looking everywhere but Wednesday's eyes. She could feel the redness on her face. "As besties, it's only right that I help you with such a… personal thing."
"Are you sure Enid, you're looking very flustered?" Replied Wednesday. "I assure you, I can…"
"Nope! It's totes fine roomie. What are best friends for anyway?"
"Well, I'm touched by your willingness to help Enid and, as a thank you, if this proves to be successful I will credit you in my book."
Smiling fondly at the dark-haired girl that was sitting across from her. Enid thanked her, being credited by the Wednesday Addams was an honour in of itself, but helping Wednesday achieve post-nut clarity, now that was an honour that a simp like Enid was not gonna pass up.
Enid's heart raced as she processed Wednesday's words. Taking a deep breath, she nodded. "Okay. Let's do this."
Getting up from Wednesday's bed, Enid sat down on her own, her claws popping out on their own as she did, a clear sign of her nervousness. This brought a small uplift of one side of Wednesday's mouth, she did always like seeing the knife-like claws that her roommate had.
"Okay," Enid said, a slight tremble in her voice, her mind was blanking already, overwhelmed at the idea of Wednesday's hands on her, or her hands on Wednesday. "So, do you, uh, do you know what to do? I mean, have you ever... you know?"
Wednesday's eyes narrowed slightly as she processed the question. "Are you asking if I've ever pleasured myself, Enid?"
'Tactless as ever,' thought Enid, her blush deepening, as she nodded, her hair falling into her face. "Well, yeah. I mean, it's kind of a personal question, but I figured with what we're about to do together..."
"I see," Wednesday said, her voice steady. "No, I haven't. But I presume stroking a penis will not be that difficult.
Enid's eyes rounded in surprise, a soft gasp escaping her lips. "You mean... you're a—"
"Yes, Enid. I have a penis," Wednesday affirmed, their voice steady. "That won't be a problem for you, will it?"
"Of course not!" Enid exclaimed, her hands flying to her chest. "I'm an ally to the LGBTQ+ community. It doesn't matter to me what's in your pants."
"Given the amount of pins, your presence at parades, and your support for Yoko and Divina, I assumed as much," Wednesday explained. "But what I was referring to was, now that you know I have a penis, will that change things as we move forward with our plans?"
Enid's laugh was tinged with embarrassment. "Oh! Right, of course. No, it won't be an issue. I mean, can't say I'm an expert or anything, but I think we can handle it."
"Excellent, your ability to adapt is commendable," said Wednesday.
"Umm… thanks. I think? Anyway, let me grab a towel, I'm gonna go out on a paw and assume things will get messy."
"Oh, how so?" Asked Wednesday.
Enid, who had moved from her bed to their shared bathroom stuck her head out of the doorway to answer, "umm… you'll see," before ducking back in and grabbing one of Wednesday's dark grey towels.
Enid bit her lip as she returned to the bedroom, towel in hand. Positioning herself on the bed, next to Wednesday and throwing the towel at the end of the bed.
"Why don't we lay down here, Wends," she instructed, her voice soft. "I think this will be the most... comfortable way to start, don't you?"
Wednesday raised an elegant eyebrow but followed her friend's direction, laying down next to her. "If you wish, Enid," Wednesday acquiesced. "I trust your judgment on this matter."
Enid's breath hitched as she also lay down next to her best friend, registering just how close they were and that they were actually gonna do this.
'Talk about jumping in the fucking deep end,' Enid thought to herself as drank in Wednesday's face. Her perfectly aligned pigtails which she was sure Wednesday threatened every morning to ensure each piece of hair stayed in its place. To her beautiful raven black eyes that Enid could lose herself in, when they didn't promise violence and down to her absolutely cute, kissable lips which sported her signature colour which Enid was sure was 'Nightmoth', but she couldn't be sure, she'd never seen her bestie apply her makeup so she hadn't seen the exact brand she used.
"Okay, um," she began, her voice slightly unsteady. "So, I'm just going to... start touching you, and you can tell me if it feels good or if you want me to try something else, okay?"
"Affirmative," Wednesday replied, her voice perfectly steady considering what they were about to do.
"And if you need me to stop or you feel uncomfortable, I need you to tell me straight away, okay?"
"Once again, affirmative, Enid."
Enid's hands shook as she extended them, her fingers first grazing Wednesday's clothed leg and then inching upward. She gently lifted Wednesday's skirt, her fingers eventually resting on her bare thigh. She drew slow patterns on her skin, keenly observing her friend's responses.
"Is this okay?" she questioned, her voice betraying her anxiety.
"Your hands are remarkably soft, especially given your active lifestyle and, well, the werewolf factor," Wednesday commented, a rare occurrence in and of itself. "A tribute to your diligent nightly skincare regimen, I assume."
Enid retracted her hand momentarily to perform a little clap, a smile spreading across her face. "Thanks, Wends. I do prioritise skincare! I can't stand the idea of rough skin or callouses like some furs have. It's just not my style," she added, making a face to convey her distaste before clearing her throat. "But enough about that..."
Encouraged by Wednesday's compliment, Enid resumed her patterns on Wednesday's thigh, now daring to venture further under her skirt and…
'Wow,' thought Enid, as her hand brushed against Wednesday's package. Considering the girl didn't even feel halfway erect, she was definitely packing for being pint-sized, height-wise.
Enid was startled from her thoughts when Wednesday released a throaty moan. If Enid was a weaker girl, she would have creamed her cracker right there and then. However, she was stronger than that, one had to be when pining over Wednesday Addams and instead rubbed her legs together in an effort to unstick her dampening panties.
"That feel good?" Asked Enid.
"It was awful… I love it," answered Wednesday. "Like an electric shock to the system… but better."
"You've felt nothing yet." Emboldened by Wednesday's moans, Enid slipped her hand into the girl's pants and began caressing her growing member. Enid watched as Wednesday's eyes practically rolled to the back of her head, mouth open in a silent moan as a pleasure Wednesday had never experienced before wracked her body.
Enid let out a hiss of pleasure as one of Wednesday's hands came up and grabbed the hair on the back of her head as she continued to help her overcome her writer's block.
Slowly, just in case she was interjected, Enid eased Wednesday's pants and skirt down to her knees, allowing her to take in the light bronze glow of Wednesday's skin, completely unblemished, perfection personified in Enid's eyes. If anyone were to look into the wolf's eyes, they would see the hunger as Enid stared at Wednesday's erect length, twitching, demanding attention. Oh, how Enid wished she could taste that precum that was now providing a nice lubricant for Enid's ministrations. How she wished to take the entire length into her mouth and feel Wednesday's hand in her hair, forcing more of her length down Enid's throat. How she wished to take the goth's balls in her hands and feel as they tensed and emptied their load into her, coating her throat white.
By the moon…she wanted to milk Wednesday Addams dry so fucking much.
And she wanted to do it every gods damn day!
Drawing her attention back to her prize, Enid shifted down until she was at eye level with the object of her fixations, her hand moving up and down, the air around them filled with the clear aroma of the two girls' arousals. She watched as Wednesday's hands moved to her sheets, gripping them as if they had just wished her a pleasant day.
Wanting to see her girl writhe in pleasure more, Enid brought her other hand up and cupped the swollen balls which looked painfully full and ready to explode…something which Enid just about did when she heard Wednesday's next words.
"Fuck…Enid!"
'Holy…fucking…shit!' Thought Enid. 'Did I just make The Wednesday Addams lose her impeccable composure and swear? Score!'
"En...Enid," panted Wednesday, lifting herself onto her elbows and looking down at Enid, mouth open in a pant, "I'm gonna…"
Enid had already sensed the impending orgasm and had been trying to reach for the towel that she had thrown onto the bed. Unfortunately for her, it had dropped onto the floor near the bottom of the bed.
Not wanting to stop her stroking to get it, because talk about ruined orgasms. Enid did the next best thing, she plunged Wednesday's cock straight down her throat. Said girl, didn't even have time to say anything before her orgasm hit. Ropes of warm, sticky cum erupted from her tip, coating her roomie's throat like there was no tomorrow. Enid, did her best to swallow, but god damn, there was a lot of cum and couldn't help but spill some from her mouth. And if Enid thought that was hot, feeling her crush's hands come to the back of her head and push her further down onto her cock. Well, Enid went and creamed her cracker there.
Now, from a different perspective, you can probably imagine how this scene looked. Wednesday on her back, propped up slightly with her pillows, Enid nose deep in Wednesday's pubes, whilst Wednesday's hands kept her there. So you can imagine Yoko's surprise when she barged in demanding.
"Bitch! Why aren't you texting me ba…OH MAH FUCKING GAWD!" She finished with a scream, scurrying out of the room like a bat out of hell.
Enid quickly overpowered Wednesday's hands, who was now lying there in post-orgasm glory, and screamed at the doorway, "YOKO! GET BACK HERE!" Before running out the door, trying to catch her soon-to-be even deader friend. Though not before grabbing the towel that was on the floor and wiping her mouth.
As for Wednesday, she couldn't believe it as she lay there. Enid, in a shocking turn of events, had been right. An indescribable clarity was beginning to overtake her mind. She could see the next chapters of her book beginning to line up perfectly in her mind.
'Hmm…it would appear this 'Post Nut Clarity' is indeed true. I think I may have to utilise it again, hopefully Enid can assist once more,' thought Wednesday, as she stood, and rearranged her skirt before sitting down at the typewriter.
She had chapters to type.