The Limits

Coco watched you leave Ms. Venable's room with a smile, a skip in your step. "What were you doing in there?" Coco spoke up, making you jump a little. She went on to corner you. I need answers. "What are you not telling us?" Coco hissed, blocking your path. "I'm just suggesting what we can do as events." You looked for a way out of the situation, but she had you in a corner. "You're lying." Coco snarled, grabbing your hair. She pressed your head against the wall, eyes boring into you. "What are you doing in there!?" Coco demanded, grabbing something from her pocket.

You felt something sharp against your neck, making your breathing stop for a moment. "What-" Coco began to speak, you closed your eyes as she was thrown away from you. Opening your eyes, you watched as Coco was dragged into the shadows down the hall. You followed in worry, watching Venable throw Coco into her room with one arm before swiftly changing and going in. Her dress was slightly ripped, but the look on her face was terrifying. "Who do you think you are!?" Venable roared at Coco, every muscle in her body twitching in rage.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Coco cried out in fear, Venable's eyes glowing a deathly gold. "You should consider yourself lucky to even have shelter here!" Venable growled, slamming Coco's head up against the wall with a singular clawed hand.

Fur tickled Coco's face, her nose already bleeding. "I won't do it again! I promise!" Coco whimpered, shaking in terror. How is she this strong!? She saw her eyes, gold and canine in nature. "Ms. Venable!" Coco saw you run in, grabbing her arm. Coco fell to the ground, crawling away as fast as possible on all fours. When she looked back, Venable's hand was like a wolf paw. You were rubbing her hand, calming the woman down. "Wh-what are you?" Coco whimpered, panting in panic. "You're demise if you don't keep that blabbering mouth of yours shut." You hissed, Venable glancing at you in slight shock. "I-I promise!" Coco swore, getting up and trying to feel for the door. "Now get out." Venable ordered, Coco fleeing.

Coco ran as fast as she could, almost tripping on her dress. She ran past Malcolm Gallant's room, falling as she tried to turn around and run into his room. "MALCOLM!" Coco screamed, hugging him tightly. "Woah! Woah! Woah! What's wrong?" Gallant spoke, trying to pry Coco off him. You're demise if you don't keep that blabbering mouth of yours shut. "M-Ms. Venable is fucking ripped!" Coco blurted. "That woman? Have you been hanging around (Y/N)? I swear she worships the very ground she walks upon." Gallant grumbled, Coco shaking her head.

"I swear! You have to believe me, she's strong as hell. She broke my nose!" Coco pleaded, pointing to her face. "Let's get you to the infirmary to get that checked out. I swear, if Ms. Venable isn't as ripped as you said, then I'll never get the thought of her with a sixpack out of my head and I'll blame you." Gallant warned, walking with her.

Venable checked your neck, seeing the slightest indentation from Coco's shiv. "I'll kill her." Venable growled, fur rippling across her body. "And risk getting caught? V-Venable, think about this." "Wilhemina." You blinked in confusion. "Wilhemina?" You tilted your head. "My name is Wilhemina." She didn't budge as you had a hand pressed firmly against her chest. Her heart was beating hard like a shotgun, her muscles toned under her fur. You moved your hand away, blushing at the contact. Wilhemina glanced up, closing the door. "I'm sorry Wilhemina, I shouldn't have touched you like that." You swiftly apologized as she closed the door, staring up at her in worry as she came towards you.

You half-expected her to smack you or bite you, but instead she put your hand back on her chest. Her fur was so soft like all the other times, but... This was like a cloud. "Did you... Bathe as a wolf?" You questioned, looking up at her. Venable quickly looked away, tail wagging. "I mean... I know how much-" Venable looked at you as you shoved your face into her chest. She stood still for a few minutes, fighting back the urge to step back. "Having fun?" She questioned, smiling a little. "I could sleep on you, you're so warm and cozy." You complimented, making Venable wag her tail. "Alright, that's enough."

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Coco and Gallant walked past Venable's room, heading into the infirmary. "Hold on, let me look." Gallant whispered, heading over. He opened the door slightly, taking a peak. He did see Venable, to which he went back to Coco. "What did you see?" She questioned, voice laced with worry. "She doesn't have a six pack, but she is pretty muscular." Gallant shrugged, entering the infirmary.