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‘It’s been about a month since Nemona’s admission of being a werewolf. After the one night she transformed she made me promise that I wouldn’t tell anyone, which, duh? I’ve been trying to ask her more about werewolves but she doesn’t seem to want to budge. Maybe because I’m human? And I technically shouldn’t kno’
“Whacha dooin?”
“DRUGS!” Penny jumps in her chair, the rickety old thing creaking unpleasantly as she slams her notebook shut, covering it with both hands and hunching over it protectively.
“That’s not allowed.” Nemona replies seamlessly, unbothered by Penny’s outburst as she stands behind her girlfriend, resting her chin atop Penny’s head and rumbling wolfishly, her sleek black hair unbound and falling over Penny’s shoulders. It’s…a werewolf thing, something about showing affection. Nemona does it a lot more often now. Speaking of affection—
“Is that my shirt?” Penny turns to her girlfriend and groans as she’s indeed wearing one of her shirts. And not just any shirt, it’s her limited edition Teenage Mutant Ninja Squirtles shirt, signed by the VA’s themselves. She had to wait hours at a con for that shirt and now- “Take it off, you’re going to stretch it!”
“But it smells like you…” Nemona whimpers sadly, wrapping her arms around Penny’s shoulders and rubbing her cheek against the top of her girlfriend's head. “S’been too long since I saw you.”
“Babe, it was only a few days—“
“Agonizing days!” Nemona plants a kiss atop Penny’s head, making it significantly harder to be grumpy about the stolen shirt thing. “I missed my Pookie.” She adds as she slips away, probably taking the shirt off as requested. Penny doesn’t know, she’s a gentlewoman. She doesn’t look.
The shirt falling in her lap a few seconds later proves her correct however, and she looks up to see Nemona….in one of her sweatshirts.
Y’know what. That works well enough.
“Thank yo—“ Penny pauses as she looks down at her shirt. “BABE!”
“Eh?”
“What is THIS?!” Penny sputters as she pulls a clump of straight hair from her shirt.
Nemona has the decency to look guilty, ducking her head. “Oh, did I do that?”
Penny opens her mouth to retaliate before sputtering, pulling a long strand of black hair from between her lips. She chooses to say nothing then, simply giving Nemona a look as she holds up the offending strand.
“I love you!”
“…”
“…You’re the prettiest girl in the whole wide world!”
“…”
“You’re my favorite!” Nemona keeps babbling as Penny stares at her completely deadpan. She’s not even upset really, she just wants to see how far Nemona will go to beg for forgiveness.
“I’ll get you a lint roller?”
“Deal.” Penny agrees, kissing her girlfriend's cheek so she knows Penny’s not actually upset at her. “Make it like, five.”
“Deal! Love you!” Nemona perks up once more, nuzzling her cheek against Penny’s before sprinting out the door, leaving Penny standing alone with a severely Nemona covered shirt in her hands.
She sighs, tossing the shirt on her bed and sitting back at her desk, opening her notebook and flipping to her previous page, picking up her pencil.
‘Maybe because I’m human? And I technically shouldn’t know. One thing that I do know though is this:
Werewolves shed. A lot.’
-
‘I wonder if werewolves love scritches.’ Penny writes down on another day, sitting under the shade of a large tree as she watches Nemona run around in the open field. She’s playing tag with Juliana, clearly holding back for the human girl as she chases her around, the two screaming in delight. Arven chose to sit beside Penny in the shade, sunglasses covering his eyes and a history textbook in his lap. ‘Nemona likes it when I run my fingers through her hair but I’ve never tried, say, back scratches. Is that even something wolves like? I thought that was a dog thing.’
Penny closes her notebook and tucks it in her bag. Time for her to find out, she guesses. “Nemona!” She calls out to her girlfriend, who immediately stops and looks over, causing Juliana to crash into her back. Nemona yelps at the contact and stumbles forward in what Penny can only imagine is an awkward attempt of recreating what a normal human would do if someone slammed into them full force.
“Your hands are cold!” Penny hears Nemona whine as the two make their way over to the tree and Juliana scoffs.
“More like you’re freakishly warm.”
“Meh!” Nemona sticks her tongue out at Juliana before plopping down on Penny’s other side, leaning against her girlfriend completely drenched in sweat. She must have made a face because Nemona moves not long after, choosing to instead lay on her stomach in the grass with her head in Penny’s lap, limiting the amount of sweaty exposure and most importantly, exposing her back. At this angle Penny can easily rest a hand between Nemona’s shoulder blades, rubbing small circles.
To anyone else it would just look like a sweet interaction between girlfriends but for Penny this was prime experiment time. It’s…surprisingly hard to get Nemona to stay still enough to do things like this.
“Has anyone studied for the history test tomorrow?” Arven speaks up, peering at the group over the rim of his sunglasses.
“I have!” Juliana speaks up from…a low(ish) hanging tree branch? How did she even get up there? That’s like a six foot jump-
“Anyone else?” Arven groans. “The last time I took history advice from Juliana I failed the test.”
“Because Mrs. Raifort teaches it wrong!” Juliana retorts, scowling and shaking her fist. “She gets all the details jumbled!”
“I think I’d trust the one with a whole career in history.” Penny shakes her head, ignoring how Juliana sticks her tongue out at her. She swears, the girl acts so childish sometimes.
“Nemona, back me up here!” Juliana pouts, looking to her best friend. “You have to tell the- oh for fucks sake.”
“Mnnngrrghh.” Nemona grumbles from her spot in Penny’s lap, snoring away peacefully. The second Penny had started running her nails along her back the girl was gone, melted like goo and fully relaxed in Penny’s lap. Penny swears she also saw one of Nemona’s legs twitch when she gave this ooone section scritches.
‘A definite yes, then.’ Penny scribbles in her journal later that night, Nemona seems to love scritches.’
-
“Nemona!” Penny hisses as she wades through a patch of tall grass, nearly waddling from the amount of layers she has on. “Nemona come back!”
The flashlight in her hand cuts through the heavy darkness of the night, illuminating the wet and trodden grass as she wades along. A singular howl sounds in the distance and Penny grumbles, stopping at a downed log and sitting as she tries to catch her breath. She’s never been this far in the forest before, an hour’s drive out from the campus. This was totally Nemona’s territory. Of knowledge. Not literally….she doesn’t think?
“Boof!”
“MOTHER FU—!” Penny immediately slings her fist at the unexpected guest and finds it colliding with a wall of soft fur. “NEMONA!”
“Boof!” The girl- now wolf, in question pants happily in her face.
“You’re an ass, you know that?” Penny grumbles, shining the flashlight at her girlfriend to fully take her in. Werewolves have two forms, she’s learned. The wolf form, standing on four legs and…well…wolf-like. Except way bigger. And then during the full moons there’s….this. Nemona hunches over Penny on two legs, paws the size of her head and razor sharp claws. Her torso is odd and elongated, a weird mix between man and wolf. Golden eyes peer down at Penny with only the slightest semblance of recognition.
Nemona doesn’t recognize her like this, Penny remembers her girlfriend warning her the day before the full moon. When she’s in this state Penny is simply ‘pack’. Not Penny, not her girlfriend, but just another, odd shaped werewolf. Enough to keep her from attacking Penny on sight, but not enough for her to really be all too affectionate.
Although, Nemona’s actually wrong on that last part.
“Augh!” Penny sputters as Nemona hunches forward and licks a stripe across her face, slicking her bangs to her forehead with drool. Nemona has been… only affectionate since her change. Lumbering forward in her odd two legged gait and racing off into the forest, only to turn back when she realizes Penny isn’t with her. Licking her face, nearly knocking her over with the force of her wagging tail. Rinse and repeat for the last- Penny checks her phone-, two hours. It’s nearly two am and Nemona’s only barely gotten any running in, choosing to instead stay with Penny.
“Eulgh…” Penny wipes away the drool dripping down her cheek and reaches for her bag she put beside her, grabbing an energy drink and chugging it down. “You’re lucky I love you. You know that?” She reaches out and ruffles the fur around Nemona’s neck, causing the werewolf to grumble happily.
Seriously, she must have been lying at the ‘no affection’ part.
Penny reaches for another energy drink but comes up empty, groaning in disappointment.
“Boof?” Nemona settles into a weird looking squat, her front paws sinking into the wood either side of Penny and making it groan from the weight.
“It’s nothing, babe.” Penny sighs, holding up her empty bottle. “I’m just out of RedTauros.”
“Boof!” Nemona leans forward and sniffs the can.
“I really don’t need any more.” Penny mumbles, feeling a yawn bubble up and fighting it. “M’just…tired.”
“Boof!”
“Hm? What’s wro-NEMONA!”
Aaaand she’s off again, her black coat blending her in with the shadows in an instant as she heads off.
“You’re fucking with me.” Penny sighs. And waits.
And waits.
And waits some more.
Is…is Nemona going to come ba-
“Boof!”
“FUCK!” Penny screeches, nearly falling off the damn log. “ACEUS DAMNIT NEMONA, YOU NEED TO STOP DOING THAT!”
Nemona whines, the fuzzy ears atop her head folding against her head as she lowers it, gently licking Penny’s cheek.
“Okay, I forgive you.” Penny giggles, pushing Nemona’s giant face away from hers. “Where did you even go, anyway?”
Nemona perks up at that, backing up and holding out a single paw, with a-
IS THAT A TWELVE PACK OF REDTAUROS?! THE EXACT SAME FLAVOR PENNY HAD?!
“How did you get this?” Penny’s eyes widen as she takes the pack, grunting at the weight as she sets it beside her.
“Boof!” Nemona points at the package with a claw and then to herself. “Boof Boof!”
“Nemo, how did you-? Actually, never mind. You weren’t seen, right?”
“Boof?” Nemona tilts her head. It’s almost cute enough to make Penny forget about how Nemona may have ransacked a store and been viewed by tons of people, therefore putting her in IMMENSE danger.
“Oh my Arceus. We’re actually fucked…” Penny buries her face in her hands as Nemona barks, seemingly very proud of herself.
~The Next Day~
‘Nemona acts like a puppy when transformed.’ Penny writes from her spot at Nemona’s desk instead of her own, the sound of the shower running and the dull mutter of the TV background noise as she updates her journal on the disaster last night was. ‘She has endless amounts of energy and gets into places she shouldn’t be. Her bipedal form is noticeably more feral than her four legged form. I wonder why there are tw’
“My everything huurts!” Nemona groans as she sulks out of the bathroom in a white tank top and a pair of Penny’s shorts. They look like booty shorts on her for fucks sakes. “What the hell did I do last night?” She mumbles miserably as she flops onto her bed.
“I really wish I knew…” Penny mumbles to herself, but Nemona raises her head and sends her a confused look.
“What do you mean?”
Ah, fuck. How do I break this to her?”
“So, what happened was-“
‘BREAKING NEWS!’ The TV interrupts her, drawing the two’s attention to the scene on it. ‘A LATE NIGHT TRUCKER WAS ATTACKED BY A WOLF!’ The scene shows a truck on its side, a hole ripped through its center.
“It was the most blizzard thing I ever seen!” The trucker in question says. “This big hulkin wolf knocked over my truck, tore a hole in it and ran off with a pack of RedTauros in its mouth!”
Oh.
Penny slowly turns to Nemona, who’s absentmindedly chewing on her thumbnail as she watches the news with furrowed brows. “That had to be another werewolf.” Nemona mumbles. “But who would risk being seen for an energy drink? Those barely even work on us…”
“Y…yeah.” Penny stutters.
She’ll…explain another day. Or never. Never sounds great, actually.
-
Penny loves her girlfriend, but sometimes she can be a bit…much?
“I’M GOING TO TOSS YOU DOWN THE ACADEMY STAIRS!”
“WHAT THE FUCK DID I EVEN DO?!”
“Guys, please…” Penny looks between Nemona and Arven, the two having an intense stare off from opposite sides of the table.
“You. Insulted. My girlfriend.” Nemona growls, her grip on the table tightening. Penny’s glad that the school has high quality tables or else she thinks Nemona would have broken it by now.
“I literally just called her emo!” Arven scoffs, causing Nemona to let out another growl.
“She doesn’t like being called that.”
“I- I don’t mind actually-“
“Oh, stop being overdramatic!” Arven rolls his eyes. “If Penny was offended she can stand up for herself. She doesn’t need you to be some sort of guard do-“
Arven can’t finish that sentence before Nemona’s vaulting over the table, tackling the boy to the ground.
“TAKE IT BACK!” Nemona howls, shaking his shoulders with way too much force.
“GET OFF ME!” Arven yelps, struggling in Nemona’s grasp. “YOU ANNOYING PUPPY!”
“STOP IT, BOTH OF YOU!” Penny screams, and Nemona immediately loosens her grip.
“Fuck.” Nemona leans back, shaking her head. “I’m so-“
“YOU IDIOT PUPPY!” Arven roars, grabbing Nemona by the scruff of her shirt and hoisting himself to his feet, the werewolf girl dangling in the air. “YOU RIPPED MY BRAND NEW BLAZER! DO YOU KNOW HOW COSTLY THIS IS GOING TO BE TO FIX?!”
Penny is pretty sure that she’s in shock. She just saw her girlfriend fly into a rage and tackle their best friend…and then said best friend scruff and lift her like she were an actual puppy.
Nemona. The two hundred plus pounds of pure muscle. Scruffed like a puppy.
“Psst. Arven!” Nemona looks from the boy to Penny.
“Wha-oh.” Arven looks at the shocked girl and immediately drops Nemona. “I mean…ouuuh…owchie…yeoowch?”
~A Few Minutes Later~
“YOU’RE A VAMPIRE?!”
“Okay, well don’t let the entire world hear it.” Arven hisses. “But yes, I am. And you’re dating a mutt.” Nemona sneers back at the jab.
“Hey, I know y’all have a whole species war going on but you’re not going to insult my girlfriend around me.” Penny crosses her arms and glares at Arven, who sighs and puts his hands up in defeat.
“Aww, babe!” Nemona grins, rubbing her cheek against Penny’s. “Don’t worry, it’s less a ‘species racism’ thing and more an ‘us joking’ thing. Vampires and werewolves actually get along really well!”
“Right…” Penny sighs, burying her face in her hands. She’s still…not fully wrapping her head around the fact that yes, more than just werewolves are real. And yes, two people she knows are supernatural. “Does Juliana know?”
The two nonhumans wince, sharing a look.
“She doesn’t, does she?” Penny looks between the two.
“Well, baby—“
“You have to tell her!”
“It’s not that simple—“
“She deserves to kno—“
“HEY GUYS I GOT THE TEXT WHAT'S THIS ABOUT PENNY KNOWING?!” Juliana bursts into the room through the door. Through the- JULIANA JUST WENT THROUGH A DOOR?! AND SHE’S FLOATING?!
Penny passes out.
-
“My life is a lie.” Penny mumbles to herself, rocking back and forth on the cold tile of the bathroom. A fitting place to have a breakdown, she thinks. “My entire life is a lie.”
She hears a gentle knock on the door and ignores it, continuing to rock and mutter to herself.
“Heeey, babe.” Nemona crouches beside her. “How are you…feeling?”
“How do you think I’m feeling?” Penny shoots her girlfriend with an intense look. “Guess. I want you to really guess.” Fuck, she knows she’s being snappy but…but this is a lot to take in okay!
“Not good.” Nemona hangs her head, giving Penny those guilty puppy eyes. “We didn’t mean to keep it from you…we just—“
“You just what?” Penny interrupts her. “Just wanted to NOT let me know that I’m the only human of the group? Just wanted to hide it and lie to me?! Would you have even told me if we didn’t start dating?!”
Nemona opens and closes her mouth a few times and then very hesitantly responds. “…no?”
Penny chooses to not say the words going through her mouth at that reveal and instead focuses on not hyperventilating, controlling her breathing. Gah, she feels so itchy, like she’s going to crawl out of her skin.
“But not for the reason you think!” Nemona continues. “So…how do I say this….”
“Just tell me.” Penny sighs. “There’s no way anything you say can surprise me more.”
“Right.” Nemona nods jerkily, moving to sit fully beside Penny and pulling her into her arms, rubbing circles into her back. “So, this is a mixed school, with humans and supernatural creatures. But it’s not really advertised, and we usually keep to our own.”
“Mn.” Penny nods against Nemona’s chest, letting her voice slowly calm her down.
“The staff though, in order to protect us, keep us separated. All human dorms on the left of the school and all…supernatural to the right.”
“But my dorm is to the right?” Penny lifts her head frowning in confusion. And then she meets Nemona’s eyes. And her blood runs cold. “Fuck off.”
“We said that too.”
“Nemona.”
“But you didn’t show any knowledge of…well, us.”
“Nemona. Are you serious right now.”
“And you didn’t show any visible traits so I may have used my admin skills to look at your papers and…” Nemona cuts herself off.
“And?!”
“So…It says you’re part dragon.”
“BUT I'M NOT!” Nemona makes another goddamn face. “Stop it! Stop it with the faces, I’m not a goddamn dragon!”
Nemona says nothing, instead choosing to get up slowly and pull Penny to her feet.
“Babe, you’re literally freaking me out.” Penny huffs. “Can you stop saying nothi-oooohmyfuckinggod.”
Nemona puts her in front of a mirror. And Penny damn near faints again. Light blue scales are scattered across her face, her usually stormy grey eyes now ringed with an electric blue color as her pupils turn slit like.
“M’gonna faint again.” Penny mumbles and Nemona immediately grabs her waist, ready to catch her if she falls. “What the fuck…”
“Pretty cool, right?” Nemona hums. “It’s only started happening recently when you get really upset about something. Juliana says she recognizes the color to be from storm dragons.”
“Oh bloody ‘ell.” Penny groans, before promptly fainting again.
-
‘So turns out my friends are all supernatural. And I am too. Y’know, this was supposed to just be a log of my werewolf girlfriend? And now….
Fuck it. I’m going to bed. Good. Fucking. Night, journal.’