Emma/Rikki
Title: Monthlies
Author: finding_jay
Pairing: Emma/Rikki
Rating: PG
Warnings: Indirect remarks about menstruation.
Summary: Emma becomes wolfish.
Disclaimer: I don't own H2O: Just Add Water.
Notes: Written for femslash_land's cracked fic challenge. I put a twist on the girl's transformations.
We called it our monthlies. Back in school, it gave us all an excuse to get together once a month for a slumber party and to shack up in the bedroom. We joked about it with our parents- good timing and all that. The old wives tale of a group of women’s cycles syncing up and everything. Besides, it wasn’t like we were causing a ruckus up in Cleo’s room or anything. We were more like werepuppies than werewolves. At least that’s how Lewis described it, though we never let him around when we transformed on those nights. Besides, what would have our parents said?
It took us ages to figure out how to get used to how to transform outside of a full moon. At first it would just happen at the worst moment, particularly when our emotions were high. Anger, embarrassment, even happiness. And then we started to figure it out more. We could control it, within limits. The full moon still affected us, however- that’s one thing that we’ve never been able to figure out. I’ve since come to terms with it and plan accordingly.
We’d all started to move on. Cleo had gone down to Melbourne to study, and I’d stayed up on the Coast. I had my cafe to run, and I’d been thinking of maybe getting into textiles at the local TAFE when Emma came back. She wanted to stay in Queensland for a while, to find her roots again. We caught up soon after she got back home and started to reconnect. Cleo wouldn’t be able to fly up until winter break, which was still a couple of months away. Emma and I shared the first full moon together. It was easier, given that I was renting my own place now, and parents didn’t need to be lied to. That night we played together, tugged on each other’s ears and tails, and chased each other about. Sometime in the early morning, we fell asleep, curled next to one another.
After that, Emma started transforming a lot more. She couldn’t explain it- I couldn’t explain it. This was cool, collected Emma, the first of all of us to get her transforming under control. I’d lost Lewis’ number a few months ago, after I moved into my own place, and I didn’t want to disturb Cleo as she had a pile of assignments. I didn’t know where to start, but I trusted myself to figure it out on my own.
Emma started spending more time at my house. She fell back into her job at the JuiceNet Cafe, and spoke about going to uni or TAFE. But we both knew it wasn’t going to be possible, not when she couldn’t get her puppy transformations under control. Working casual shifts at the cafe was one thing; studying at uni full time was another. She seemed to be okay when she was at work, or at least that was the impression I got. I offered her a position at my cafe, but she turned it down. She seemed flustered at the time, but I ignored it. By this time we were more or less living together. She stayed over often enough, and helped around the house. She cooked more than I did, and bought the groceries. Emma’s transformations during this period started to fluctuate. Some days she went without puppyfying at all, other days she’d be in puppy mode four, five, sometimes six times.
The next full moon came around. We locked ourselves in the house and lay some food out in case we got hungry and settled in for the night. We didn’t need to see the moon to transform. It still called to our flesh, to our cells. The puppy minds fused with our human minds. We were aware of what we were doing, but the urge to play and bark and run around overwhelmed us. Emma and I chased each other, sniffed the interesting smells of the house, lapped messily in the water bowls. We played tug of war with the rope Emma had bought, and rolled the bell ball I had bought. We pressed our noses into each other’s fur and finally, exhausted, we jumped onto my bed and collapsed into a heap next to each other.
We woke up like that the following morning- curled around one another, Emma’s head tucked beneath my chin. I felt her stir, her body and mind waking up. Her body tensed as she realised where she was and she started to pull away. I pressed my hand to her shoulder and shushed her, soothed her and told her I understood now. Heightened emotions, love, distress, happiness, anxiety. I understood, I told her, and I felt the same way.
Author: finding_jay
Pairing: Emma/Rikki
Rating: PG
Warnings: Indirect remarks about menstruation.
Summary: Emma becomes wolfish.
Disclaimer: I don't own H2O: Just Add Water.
Notes: Written for femslash_land's cracked fic challenge. I put a twist on the girl's transformations.
We called it our monthlies. Back in school, it gave us all an excuse to get together once a month for a slumber party and to shack up in the bedroom. We joked about it with our parents- good timing and all that. The old wives tale of a group of women’s cycles syncing up and everything. Besides, it wasn’t like we were causing a ruckus up in Cleo’s room or anything. We were more like werepuppies than werewolves. At least that’s how Lewis described it, though we never let him around when we transformed on those nights. Besides, what would have our parents said?
It took us ages to figure out how to get used to how to transform outside of a full moon. At first it would just happen at the worst moment, particularly when our emotions were high. Anger, embarrassment, even happiness. And then we started to figure it out more. We could control it, within limits. The full moon still affected us, however- that’s one thing that we’ve never been able to figure out. I’ve since come to terms with it and plan accordingly.
We’d all started to move on. Cleo had gone down to Melbourne to study, and I’d stayed up on the Coast. I had my cafe to run, and I’d been thinking of maybe getting into textiles at the local TAFE when Emma came back. She wanted to stay in Queensland for a while, to find her roots again. We caught up soon after she got back home and started to reconnect. Cleo wouldn’t be able to fly up until winter break, which was still a couple of months away. Emma and I shared the first full moon together. It was easier, given that I was renting my own place now, and parents didn’t need to be lied to. That night we played together, tugged on each other’s ears and tails, and chased each other about. Sometime in the early morning, we fell asleep, curled next to one another.
After that, Emma started transforming a lot more. She couldn’t explain it- I couldn’t explain it. This was cool, collected Emma, the first of all of us to get her transforming under control. I’d lost Lewis’ number a few months ago, after I moved into my own place, and I didn’t want to disturb Cleo as she had a pile of assignments. I didn’t know where to start, but I trusted myself to figure it out on my own.
Emma started spending more time at my house. She fell back into her job at the JuiceNet Cafe, and spoke about going to uni or TAFE. But we both knew it wasn’t going to be possible, not when she couldn’t get her puppy transformations under control. Working casual shifts at the cafe was one thing; studying at uni full time was another. She seemed to be okay when she was at work, or at least that was the impression I got. I offered her a position at my cafe, but she turned it down. She seemed flustered at the time, but I ignored it. By this time we were more or less living together. She stayed over often enough, and helped around the house. She cooked more than I did, and bought the groceries. Emma’s transformations during this period started to fluctuate. Some days she went without puppyfying at all, other days she’d be in puppy mode four, five, sometimes six times.
The next full moon came around. We locked ourselves in the house and lay some food out in case we got hungry and settled in for the night. We didn’t need to see the moon to transform. It still called to our flesh, to our cells. The puppy minds fused with our human minds. We were aware of what we were doing, but the urge to play and bark and run around overwhelmed us. Emma and I chased each other, sniffed the interesting smells of the house, lapped messily in the water bowls. We played tug of war with the rope Emma had bought, and rolled the bell ball I had bought. We pressed our noses into each other’s fur and finally, exhausted, we jumped onto my bed and collapsed into a heap next to each other.
We woke up like that the following morning- curled around one another, Emma’s head tucked beneath my chin. I felt her stir, her body and mind waking up. Her body tensed as she realised where she was and she started to pull away. I pressed my hand to her shoulder and shushed her, soothed her and told her I understood now. Heightened emotions, love, distress, happiness, anxiety. I understood, I told her, and I felt the same way.