The short piece I wrote for the Fables & Freaks Steddie Zine. I was honored to have worked with so many talented and wonderful artists on this project! Please go check it out! Thereās still merch left!
Paranormal Thalassotherapy
It didnāt matter how much he had paced the trailer, how many joints he smoked, or riffs on his guitar he strummed, Eddie just couldnāt sit still. He ached to go for a run like he hadnāt done in a couple weeks thanks to this Midwest heatwave that felt endless.
That night in particular, Eddie felt like something was out there for him to find, scenting it on the rapidly cooling August night air. So once the forest was dark and alive with night critters chittering, his wolf finally snapped. He was grateful to be alone at that moment when he felt the first of his bones crack in his spine.
He let out a yelp and flung the front door open in a rush, stumbling down the stairs as his body twisted around violently. He could feel his blood boil to a point it enraged him, wanting nothing but to cool off as he sprinted towards the woods behind his trailer.
As soon as he hit the treeline, he arched into the sky with a high shriek, eyes wide and wild. That was when he started clawing at himself, some band shirt heād probably cry over later shredded, and revealing his naked form to the shadows.
That wasnāt enough as he finally grabbed at his skin, ripping it away to reveal the fur underneath and falling to all fours. He continued to yell out in pain, bones snapping and reforming. Jaw elongating and claws sharpening at the ends of his long fingers.
Then he was running. Feet padding heavily through the forest, panting as he howled into the air to track down whatever smell that had his mouth watering and leaving a trail of drool in his wake.
Oranges and rosemary. Like home, the beast in him thought. Still intelligent, just angrier and hungrier. Needier for something unseen.
His fur was dark and long enough that by the time he stopped at the edge of a backyard that had a pool, pieces of nature had collected in his shaggy hair. The lights were on in the residence, noticing a figure sweep by a window that had him howling in delight.
That smell was definitely here, Eddie galloping up to the window, and hopping up to scrape his nails on the window sill. The man inside startled, a sweet little yelp as he spun around to face Eddie fogging up the glass.
He was holding a tray lined with what looked like fresh cookies but Eddieās nose knew better. They were homemade dog treats and the metalheadās wolf had clocked them from over a mile away as they baked in Steve Harringtonās oven.
Steve wasnāt even startled by the giant canine that took up most of the window, just smiling fondly before placing the tray on the stove to cool, and running over to the back sliding door to unlock it.
āEddie, this is the third time this month! I canāt keep the store stocked if Iām feeding the neighborhood werewolf treats,ā Steve said, a chuckle escaping as a hand reached out into the dark.
Eddie trotted around the side and nosed at Steveās palm before shoving past him into the Harringtonās house, his tail swishing to knock the lamp over on his way to the kitchen before Steve caught it.
Steveās nose scrunched up, though, as he took in Eddieās appearance. āWhen was the last time you had a bath, Eddie? And I mean in this formā¦no, donātāā Steve asked, but then Eddie made this whine and looked at the treats before his giant eyes pouted at Steve. āNo, youāre not getting anything until we properly clean you up,ā Steve insisted, pointing towards his basement stairs.
Eddieās wolf hated baths, even if Steve was offering. Of course, as soon as he was in the shallow shower stall, big enough to house him and then some, Eddieās inhibitions flew out the window. Steveās fingers felt incredible on him, picking out twigs and leaves from his fur. Lathering him with the biggest bottle of shampoo Eddie had ever seen.
He peeked through the wet fur in his eyes before he heard Steve coo in his direction. āYou poor thing. Probably havenāt had a cut in years, huh? Canāt even see,ā he said, shoving the hair away from Eddieās round puppy eyes.
Steve made quick work of brushing Eddieās fur, using a pair of special scissors that Steve had told him he had to make just for werewolves, since being the only paranormal groomer in or around Hawkins.
And it felt so amazing that Eddieās thrumming body decided to relax in full, Steve facing him after putting his tools away, and spotting the pink tip between Eddieās legs peeking from the sheath.
It didn't take long for Steveās face to twist into this hungry need that had Eddieās chest rumbling. āSss-sstevie,ā Eddie growled out when Steveās hands stroked along his now silky fur and lowered himself to the floor.
Steve fumbled with his jeans, pulling them down enough for Eddie to get his snout in Steveās dripping pussy, and making the brunette cry out in pleasure from Eddieās lapping tongue. āBe a good boy,ā Steve moaned, kicking off his pants to present for Eddieās fully unsheathed and throbbing girth.
Steve had been preparing himself for this moment since he knew of Eddieās creature, craving the length that was bigger than his forearm. And when Eddie hovered over him, sliding that length in, Steve saw white hot stars explode behind his eyelids. His orgasm hit quickly, having been dancing around this for years, and cried the moment Eddie howled to release a huge load deep inside.
Eddie woke up first, curled protectively around someone before his eyes shot open to see Steveās naked body sleeping in his arms, remembering everything from the previous night. Exceptā¦something was off.
He gasped out when he stood in front of a mirror, a framed poster for Harringtonās Grooming & Spa next to it to showcase where their sonās talent came from. Eddieās long hair that had once been to the middle of his back, sat just above his shoulders, sweeping his bare skin.
āWoops, didnāt know it would cut your human hair,ā Steve said, looking at him sheepishly from behind him. āYouāre the only werewolf Iāve had to test the scissors on. Your wolf was happier, though!ā Steve added with a pretty smile.
How could Eddie stay mad at that? With Steve naked and looking properly fucked? The metalhead smiled before turning and kissing Steve softly.
āHair always grows back, Stevie. Wouldnāt mind running to your doorstep again.ā
