Brittana, attempt number two. Felt like too much of a copy cat on the first go. Non consensual sex(?), language. Oh, and a horribly cliche title that made me laugh like an idiot, which is why it's being used.
Brittany hummed softly to herself as she strolled down the sidewalk. It was a cool night, and she had the hood of her baggy sweatshirt up, helping her hair keep her ears warm. The letters WMHS were emblazoned in white across the front; they were slightly crumpled because her hands were shoved into her pockets and this wrinkled the extra cloth.
"Wonder where Quinn's gotten to?" she mused to herself passing under a streetlight and shivering slightly, because she was still wearing her cheerleading skirt from their earlier practice. "I know she told me to wait outside the store for her, but I don't think she'll mind that I went for a little walk, considering how long she's taking to get a pregnancy test...The night is so pretty right now...I can even see the stars for once..."
Brittany knew she wasn't supposed to talk to herself. Quinn had told her often enough, but she couldn't help it. She liked to think aloud. It made her thoughts easier to sort out. She passed by yet another brick building, figuring she'd double back when she passed two more.
"Lima Heights Adjacent, Bitch? That's not a very nice thing to write, especially on someone's wall..." Brittany mumbled to herself as she eyed the graffiti sprawling along that particular building. "And one of the examination points is upside down..." she added, brow furrowing as she saw several exclamation points, one of which was, indeed, upside down. Brittany didn't notice her slip of tongue over 'examination'.
As she shrugged and continued onward, not really knowing where she was at but content with her night time stroll, she felt a tingle race up her spine. Instinctively she tensed, freezing up. That peculiar feeling of being watched made her stomach flip flop uncomfortably and she hesitated next to the alleyway between the graffiti smattered building and the one next to it.
Brittany swallowed hard. She'd had this feeling before, when Coach Sylvester came in on her and another Cheerio making out in the locker room...Only it was more intense, if outdoing Sue Sylvester's outrage was possible. It felt predatory.
She turned under the bright light of the street light and glanced into the eerie gloom of the alleyway, suddenly feeling incredibly vulnerable. She was alone in the pitch dark of night, and nobody knew where she was.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, Brittany berated herself, quivering under that antagonizing feeling of being stared at and not knowing who was doing it. She knew, instinctively where it was coming from. She peered into the darkness, stomach clenching.
"H-Hello?" she called, wondering if maybe she was overreacting, and simply being silly. But that feeling, god, that feeling! It was unshakable, undeniable. Brittany was being watched.
Brittany literally blanched at the answer. There it was; she couldn't deny it or pretend like she was imagining things. There was someone in the alleyway, hidden in the dark. Still, a sliver of hope touched upon her naive soul. At least it was a woman's voice. Quinn had warned her of what men could do when they got her alone, and the thought had been pressing on her mind since she'd realized how dumb she'd been for wandering off.
Before Brittany could formulate a response, a pair of impossibly bright, golden eyes appeared in the darkness. Brittany's breath caught in her throat. Those eyes positively glowed in the gloom. Brittany may have been relatively slow, but she wasn't that slow. Eyes didn't glow. No matter how bright they could be, they didn't light up the night like twin fireflies.
She stiffened when a figure slowly appeared to go with those haunting, hypnotizing eyes. Indeed, it was a woman. Or...Sort of. It was a girl, probably around Brittany's age, but her attitude made her seem much older and more mature. She sauntered out of the alleyway, a self assured swagger allowing her chin to tilt up and her bright, bright yellow eyes to roam unabashedly over Brittany's now trembling form.
Something about those eyes made Brittany's stomach bottom out and her heart start to pound beneath her chest, yet she couldn't move, could barely breathe. She couldn't stop staring into those glowing orbs.
"Mm, damn you look delicious. Seems you've been caught riding in my part of the hood, Red..." The woman chuckled softly as her eyes trailed over the blonde's shockingly red attire and then over Brittany's long, slim, milky white legs appreciatively.
"What? Who's Red? M-my name's Brittany," Brittany replied in a tense sort of voice, shifting uncomfortably beneath that powerful gaze. She sized up the shorter girl, unable to stop from thinking Wow, she's hot. The girl was tan and dark all over. Her hair was jet black in the night, could have been brunette in the sunlight. She wore a simple black leather jacket over a white t shirt and a pair of impossibly tight jeans that were ripped at the knees. Her form was slim and lean, strong.
"Brittany, eh? What brings you around these parts, huh? Going for a little night time visit to Granny?" Here, the girl's lips parted to reveal gleaming white teeth and long, sharp canines. Her smile was crooked, taunting, but so, so beautiful.
"Um, no. My friend was getting a pregnancy test and I was just looking at the stars. I got a little sidetracked, but I think I should head back now before she...Starts to worry..."
Brittany trailed off when the girl's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly and then those haunting eyes had locked the blonde solidly in place.
"What's your rush? We've only just met. Excuse me, where are my manners?"
Brittany trembled, seriously knowing something was definitely off here when the tan girl had frozen her to the spot with one look. I need to get out of here. I need to go, she thought. There's something off about her. She's not right. The sliver of hope she'd had at finding out the stranger was a girl was dashed in seconds at the sight of those deadly looking canines and simply the mere presence of the girl.
The girl leaned against the brick wall on her left, arms crossing as she continued to smirk at Brittany.
"My name is Santana. Pleasure to meet you, Red," 'Santana' tilted her head in acknowledgment, her eyes never leaving Brittany's wide sapphire ones.
"My name's Brittany," she insisted without thinking about it. She tended to do that a lot, and she knew it got on Quinn's nerves. Desperately, she hoped it wouldn't get on this Santana's nerves. Something told her it was a bad idea to get on the girl's bad side.
However, Santana only chuckled softly.
"Right. Why don't you stay for a little while, Brittany? Come over here, talk to me for a little while. I'm sure 'Quinn' won't mind if you're gone for a little while longer..." Santana purred throatily, tilting her head slightly and only intensifying the effects of her gaze.
Brittany swallowed hard before responding.
"N-no, I really should g-"
"Come here, Brittany."
Santana interrupted her stuttered reply with a low command, her bedroom voice making Brittany's thighs clench. God, she really hated being bi-curious in that moment. Santana's voice set her sex on fire with only three words. She flinched at the power, and lifted her foot as if to obey.
But a tiny voice in the back of her head stopped her.
Why should I? the voice said. That's not a very sensible thing to do; I don't really know this person.
"No," Brittany breathed, halting her foot before it could hit the pavement again. She regretted her response instantly.
Santana's eyebrow quirked, as if to say 'Oh, really?'
"Brittany. Come. Here."
This time Santana's voice held a different tone, a dangerous one. The hair on the back of Brittany's neck stood up as Santana's smirk disappeared and became dark, devious. She still hadn't moved from her position against the alley wall, arms crossed. Reflexively, Brittany obeyed again, drawn by the Latina's unwavering gaze.
The voice spoke up, if a bit softer this time. No, I don't think I will, thanks...
"No!" Brittany resisted, only a foot from Santana now. She halted all movement, gulping when Santana's head lolled lazily and she slowly, leisurely lifted up off the wall. She lifted her right hand up, pointed her index finger at Brittany and crooked it back and forth several times.
"Come here, Brittany."
Santana's voice was soft, coaxing this time. It was still lethal, but now it was positively intoxicating. It held so much promise that Brittany simply could not deny her. The Latina's eyes narrowed and the sound of her words sent Brittany's sex a solid flush of heat that made her whimper softly. Her libido silenced the voice in the back of her head completely, and she stepped right up to the smaller girl who smirked once more.
"Good girl...Such a good girl..." Santana murmured. The praise made Brittany distinctly pleased for an unfathomable reason and she blush with pleasure. Santana reached out and grasped Brittany's arm. Her touch was so hot, even through the blonde's sleeve that it made Brittany gasp.
Santana eased back, gently dragging the meager, submitted blonde deeper into the alleyway. Brittany couldn't think, she could only obey. Santana's golden eyes still had hers trapped. Around fifteen feet in when the street light's glare had begun to fade, everything changed. Santana yanked Brittany around with incredible strength and then slammed her into the grimy brick wall.
Brittany yelped and tensed hard when she felt Santana's whole body press up against hers, felt the sudden tantalizing heat the girl gave off. She tried to cry out, but Santana's warm palm clapped across her mouth, muffling her exclamation.
"Uh oh, Red. Looks like you went off the path, didn't you? The Wolf has got you now. I wonder what She wants from you, aye?" Santana breathed hotly into her ear, and Brittany whimpered loudly, jerked her head to try and dislodge Santana's hand. It was no use; despite their sizes, Santana was much, much stronger. She only had to use her body to pin Brittany's arms between the brick and her own body.
Brittany practically flooded her panties when she finally inhaled sharply, gasping in the scent of Santana's aroma. The girl smelled amazing, like something spicy, exotic, dark and mysterious, something so sexy that the terrified blonde couldn't deny turned her on.
She felt Santana chuckling and her eyes rolled back at the first brush of those full, ruby red lips along her neck as the tanned girl pulled her head to the side slightly.
Oh, God, what is she? I should have listened to Quinn. But I thought she said men were supposed to do this? This is all wrong. But she's so hot and I'm so wet...What's wrong with me? I thought I wasn't supposed to enjoy this, Brittany's thoughts ran rampant as Santana smirked into her throat and her right arm wrapped around her slim, curvaceous waist. She whimpered, pushing her ass back to get more of that delicious heat.
"Oh? Could it be?" Santana murmured silkily into her ear, lapping gently at the skin she found around it and the feel of the smaller girl's hot, wet tongue painting circles on her skin made her keen softly in the back of her throat.
"You were taking Granny a goody basket. You won't mind sharing with the Wolf, would you? She's so hungry, and your goodies smell so good...I bet they taste even better..."
Brittany's whole body tensed up when she felt Santana's warm palms sliding up under her sweatshirt to caress her quivering abdominal muscles and make her hips shift from side to side as she half heartedly tried to dislodge the other girl from her back and unpin herself from the dirty brick wall.
"Christ, Red, you're actually enjoying this, aren't you? And I thought I was sick," Santana suddenly laughed, breaking character for a moment before she ducked her head back into the crook of Brittany's neck and inhaled deeply, silently taking in the scent of the girl's smooth skin.
Brittany's face flushed and she whimpered again. Her fear was being overridden by arousal. If this was being raped, she didn't know why Quinn had made it seem like it was such a bad thing. Still, she was petrified, despite the slickness coating the apex of her thighs.
"You're such a slut," Santana hissed into her ear and her free hand suddenly slipped up to roughly grasp at Brittany's breast, cupping it beneath her bra. "Wearing that belt of a skirt. I bet you were just dying for some nasty stranger to come along and have their way with you against your will, huh?"
Brittany struggled to shake her head, tried to say no, but Santana only chuckled in her ear. Brittany's eyes clenched shut and she groaned at the rough groping and massaging Santana was giving to her breast. Fuck, that feel so good, she thought. The unnatural heat of Santana's hand was an extreme turn on.
She released a high pitched squeal when Santana pinched her nipple and then twisted it harshly, pulled it out and away from Brittany's body. Her eyes watered and she whined in pain, nipping at Santana's palm as she began to struggle again, fighting the pain. She bucked her hips back to try and remove the other girl but Santana only moaned into her ear and responded in kind, bucking her own hips forward.
"Shh, shh," Santana hushed her, and she released Brittany's tortured nipple, earning a relieved whimper. She slid her hand down slowly, back down over that taut stomach before she reached the waist band of Brittany's skirt.
"Let's see what you've got in that basket of yours, Red. I bet it's something sweet and tasty," Santana sneered into her ear.
Brittany's heart thudded in terror and extreme arousal. Half her brain screamed for her to fight, to get away and the other told her to surrender and accept the assault. She didn't know what to do, so she simply went into brain lock and stiffened up as Santana's arm hugged her waist and her hand went under the front of the blonde's skirt.
She mewed with pleasure when she felt long, slim fingers rubbing firmly over her cotton panties. Her hips immediately began a steady rocking motion, her swollen clit throbbing with every pass of those strong digits over her the thin cloth.
"You like that, Brittany? Huh, B? I bet your little nub is so fucking stiff for attention. Don't worry, I'll take care of you," Santana whispered into her ear before sucking the lobe between her lips.
She felt Santana's hand swiftly slip inside her underwear and she thrust her head back in delight at the feeling of hot, hot skin on her naked sex. Santana was so warm, and it played so well against Brittany in the cold night.
"Mm!" she moaned into the other girl's palm when Santana's fingers instantly began a firm, steady circling of her aching clit, making another gush of fluid soak Brittany's panties.
"Shit, you're so wet, baby. So wet," Santana murmured into her ear. "You smell so good."
Without warning, Santana suddenly plunged two fingers into Brittany's tight heat. The blonde's eyes rolled back and she yelped in surprised ecstasy as the girl instantly began pumping her pussy hard and fast. Her pace was perfect and she pistoned in and out of Brittany with short, hard thrusts, curving the digits at just the right time.
Brittany could no longer think, just feel. Her sex became liquid fire as her walls clamped down eagerly on those powerful fingers and her ears sang beneath Santana's words.
"So tight, B, so tight. You feel so fucking good," the Latina groaned into her neck, sucking hotly on patches of skin, marking the creamy flesh again and again as Brittany's hips bucked into her hand.
Warm, warm. She's so warm! Brittany thought, muffled cries and moans dying against Santana's hand as she rode those digits desperately. The warm heel of the hand fucking Brittany kept grinding on her clit and it was making her pant. She was already right there, her climax fast approaching.
"Come on, baby. I know you want to. Cum for me. Cum for me, Red. Fucking cum for me, Brittany!" Santana snarled into her ear, working her fingers harder and faster, impossibly, inhumanly fast. She went hard enough for it to hurt, but in a good way.
I'm close! I'm gonna...I'm gonna...Oh, god, it's barely even been a minute and I'm already right there! Brittany's heard jerked back so hard and so suddenly that she almost broke Santana's nose. It was enough for her to pry her mouth free and she cried out fully into the night air.
"Yes! Yes, Santana! Oh, oh, I'm cumming!" Brittany groaned, riding the girl's fingers as Santana grunted with effort, her now free hand quickly going down to cup the breast she'd ignored earlier as she felt Brittany's hot, slippery walls give and collapse hungrily around her fingers as they began to spasm with pleasure.
"Mm, f-fuck," Brittany whimpered, her forehead pressing into the brick as she finished, her breath coming in short, harsh pants as Santana gently stroked her through the aftershocks.
The blonde slumped, her knees buckling and Santana didn't bother to hold her up, just stepped back and let the girl lean heavily against the wall. Brittany took a long moment to recover before she turned around, sweat cooling on her face and neck, which was covered in small bruises.
Unnervingly, she felt another pulse of arousal between her legs when she watched Santana lift her hand to her mouth and suck her glistening fingers in between those luscious lips, golden eyes fluttering closed as she moaned at the taste.
"Better than I'd thought, Red. You taste even better than you smell. I don't think Granny would have liked it quite as much as I did, though," Santana sneered at the trembling girl. For a long, tense moment, their eyes locked together. Santana's mouth set into an unreadable expression and Brittany, once more, could only tremble beneath her glowing gaze. The girl seemed to be contemplating something. Finally, finally, she broke out into that crooked smirk.
"See you around, Red. It was fun stealing your goodies. But you better be careful. All the wolves aren't as nice as me. You won't get off so easy next time," Santana sneered, turning and sauntering off towards the alleyway entrance, leaving Brittany dumbfounded and quite thoroughly fucked. Brittany felt inexplicably drawn to the girl that was now leaving after something so intense as if it had been nothing at all.
"W-wait! You can't just...What are you? Who are you?" Brittany scrambled up, ignoring that tiny voice telling her to sit down and shut the fuck up which had magically reappeared now that she'd had a right good orgasm.
"That's how we do it in Lima Heights!" Santana called over her shoulder and turned the corner of the alleyway entrance. Brittany, enthralled by this mysterious stranger (Rapist? Was she? Brittany had obviously lost her doubts once the girl had simply gotten to second base. Brittany didn't feel raped, and she definitely needed to talk some sense into Quinn) chased after her, but as she turned the corner, Santana was gone into the night.
"W-wha-?" Brittany gaped. Santana had just...Disappeared. She stood there, silent and confused for a long time, completely aware of how cold she was without Santana's peculiar heat encompassing her body.
She jolted alert at the sound of a howl echoing into the night from far away, pure wolf like in nature. Brittany bit her lip, her heart skipping a beat. What had Santana kept calling herself? A wolf. She called herself a wolf.
"Brittany! BRIT! Where the hell are you!"
The blonde whirled at the sound of that familiar voice. It was Quinn, and it was coming from the direction Brittany had originally come from. Her voice was insanely reassuring at that point for Brittany as the girl began to run back towards it, still reeling from the whole experience.
It wasn't until a long time later, when Quinn was driving her home, still screaming at her for running off (showing her love and concern with fury, as Brittany saw it) and berating her for the reason as to why she smelled like sex, that Brittany finally understood why Santana had called her Red.
But for some reason, she couldn't shake the feeling that Santana was more of a wolf than the teasing metaphor let on.
The howl echoed in Brittany's head all the way home, drowning Quinn out, and ghosted its way into her dreams that night, filling her head with running wolves and a smirking, gorgeous Latina with gold, gold eyes.