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Subject: {ASSM} Moonhunter (Fantasy, Zoo/Best M/She-wolf, Lycanthropy)
Date: Sun,  4 Mar 2001 22:10:03 -0500
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Author's Note: This story may seem a bit weird. I wrote it in the
terminal at the airport in Atlanta (on the company's laptop!) to amuse
myself while I was stuck there for 5 hours after getting bumped from my
flight. It's a little crude, in my opinion, as I had been up for about
36 hours, and I was sort of semi-conscious at the time I wrote it. 
Figured I'd share it anyway... 

   Moon Hunter

   A Fantasy Story by Dingo Jay


 I make my living writing technical manuals for a large Midwest
electronics firm.  I have an office...  a cubicle, really, and a small
apartment in town.  When I'm doing the research part, I hang around the
plant where I have access to the engineers, and I can examine and play
with the prototypes.  Once that's done with, though, I retire to my
cabin to do the actual writing.  The place is near the
Michigan-Wisconsin border, miles from anywhere.  It does have
electricity, but no phone.  My only link to civilization is via cellular
phone.

 Even when writing this dry 'techie' stuff one does suffer writer's
block from time to time and the best way I can think of to clear it out
is a good, long walk in the woods.  There have been numerous sightings
of black bear around here recently, though, so I carry a .44 Magnum
revolver at all times.  I'm not a hunter, but I have an unwritten
agreement with the local wildlife- if they don't try to eat me, I won't
shoot at them.  Also, even out here in the woods, predators of the
two-legged type are not unheard of.  
I have never seen any bears, but there certainly are wolves, and I would
like to tell you about a rather unusual experience I had with one of
them.

 I was proof-reading several pages I had just finished, and for some
reason they seemed more BORING than this stuff usually is, so I decided
it was time for a walk.  It was late afternoon and I entered the woods
on a well-worn trail, probably originally made by deer, but I used it so
often now that the animals avoided it.  After an hour or so, I sat down
on a flat rock for a rest.  As I sat daydreaming, I heard a slight
rustling sound.  It seemed to come from over my right shoulder, but each
time I turned to determine its source, it would stop.  I sat still and
waited several minutes, but when the sound appeared to be getting closer
I turned quickly, and found myself face to face with a wolf!  The animal
did not stop this time but continued to approach, though it did not
appear to be stalking me.  This is not a good sign, I thought.  I had
always been told that wild animals that appear tame might be rabid!  I
felt my fingers instinctively curl around the butt of my pistol, but the
wolf did something to change my mind.  As my muscles tensed up, the wolf
seemed to sense it, and stopped in its tracks.  It then dropped its
chest to the ground, with its rear section in the air and the tail
swishing slightly.  I had lived with enough dogs in my life to recognize
this as the classic canine 'play posture.'  I didn't think this wolf
especially wanted to play with me, I believe it was merely trying to
show me that it meant no harm.

 I sat very still and tried to remain calm, and the wolf walked
cautiously over to me.  It sniffed the toe of my boot first, then up the
leg of my pants to where my hand rested on my knee.  It continued on to
sniff my fingers and shirt, and finally my face, which it seemed to find
most interesting.  The wolf appeared to be less nervous and skittish
than at first, its fur that had been bristling now lay flat, its ears
were now relaxed instead of bolt upright.  It no longer flinched and
ducked if, in my excitement, I moved slightly.  
 Without thinking, I slowly reached my left hand up under the wolf's
throat and tickled it slightly, as if it were a friendly dog.  This is
almost a reflex action for a long-time dog lover such as myself, but
when I realized what I had just done...  The wolf did not seem startled
at all.  Its ears tipped back slightly, and it gently licked my wrist. 
It was obviously used to humans; it had probably been kept as a 'pet' at
one time or another.  It allowed me to pet it gently for a few minutes,
then it seemed to get bored and walked away. That's when I was able to
determine her sex- she was quite female.

 As I watched the beautiful she-wolf disappear into the underbrush, my
gaze was fixed on her female parts.  Memories of my youth were flooding
back.  When I was growing up, my family had a pair of German Shepherds,
which they sometimes bred.  I had watched them a few times, and as a
horny teenager I became very aroused!  When Anna, the female, came into
heat one spring, my parents had decided not to breed her, so she spent a
couple of weeks in the basement.  She seemed terribly lonely, so I would
spend some time with her, just petting her and talking to her.  If I
touched the base of her tail, she would twist it to one side and turn
her rump toward me.  I experimented with her a little, pushing my
fingers into her vulva. She didn't object, and in fact she seemed to
like it.  One evening when my parents were out I took off my clothes and
mounted her, as I had seen our male dog do.  After some clumsy attempts
I penetrated her, and she immediately pushed her rump back into my
crotch, taking all of me. I wasn't sure what to do, but Anna did most of
the work that first time-- she humped briskly as her insides pulled and
squeezed at my inexperienced cock.  I came within seconds.  

 I mated with Anna several more times while she was in heat, but
afterwards she would not let me mount her.  Or so I thought.  Later on I
found that if she had been lying in the sun for a while, I could finger
her a little and this would get her in the mood!  

 I met my future wife as a senior in high school, and quickly lost
interest in sex with Anna. I was married to Laura for fourteen years,
but for various reasons we drifted apart and finally divorced.  It was
shortly after Laura left me that I first met the wolf.  

I saw the wolf more and more often until she was joining me every time I
went for a walk.  She became increasingly friendly until she would let
me pet her and cuddle her at length.  I would think back on mating with
Anna, and fantasize about doing the same with this wolf.  This would get
me quite hard, and I believe the wolf could sense it, as she was
interested in sniffing me in that area.  

On one of our visits, it was just after dark, but a full moon lit the
woods to nearly daylight intensity.  The wolf seemed to be more
affectionate than usual, and there was something else different about
her.  It was her scent.  It took me only a moment to realize why it was
familiar-- it was the same smell that Anna had when she was in heat!  I
tried scratching her at the base of her tail to see if she would present
herself to me.  Instead, she bounced away from me a few feet, and stood
looking at me, wagging her tail. I approached her again, and she let me
get within about a foot of her, but began galloping in large circles
around me, passing more closely in front of me with each orbit.  On the
final go-round, she slammed her shoulder into my knees so hard that I
went down on all fours.  She stopped, turned-tail, and pushed her rump
into my face.  It had been quite a few years since I'd had a bitch offer
herself to me, and this one certainly knew what she wanted!  I stuck my
tongue into her and easily found her clit.  She humped briskly as I
licked her, and I found her very wet and quite tasty.   She finished
humping, and shuddered as powerful orgasmic contractions spread over
her.   She danced around me a bit more, then stood firm. I quickly
undressed and prepared to mount her.

 I mounted my she-wolf and to my surprise, I entered her easily.  She
must have had at least one litter before.  I thrust slowly at first,
then as she matched my rhythm, a little faster.  She felt much hotter
inside than a woman did; I had nearly forgotten that part!  Her soft,
gray fur felt delightfully sensuous against my bare skin.  Her
contractions were very strong, and I came rather quickly.  A strange
(but not unpleasant) feeling came over me, like nothing I had
experienced before.    I had a longer, more powerful orgasm than
anything I 'd had previously with either a dog or a woman.  When I
thought I was finished, I tried to pull away from her, but I found that
I couldn't.  It was almost as if I had tied with her, but that was
impossible- I simply didn't have the right equipment!  I panicked for a
bit, but I tried to relax and see what happened.  I continued to orgasm,
though much more slowly than before.  I stayed in her about ten minutes
or so, then I lost my erection and slipped out of her.  The strangest
part of the whole episode came next.  She spoke to me.  The wolf did!  I
had to be dreaming...

 "It's your first time, isn't it?" 
 My new mate looked at me with a slightly amused expression.  She had
made no sound, yet I could "hear" her perfectly.  It was certainly not
the first time I had had sex, not even with a canine.  But it was the
first time anything like this had happened to me.  "Yes, it is," I
replied.

 "I knew you were a Changeling the first time I saw you," she said.  "I
have heard stories about Changelings since I was a pup, but I never
thought I would see one.  I am called Winter Star.  And you are...?"  

 "I am... "  I needed a name. Something wolfy.  "I am Moon Hunter.  A
Changeling? I suppose you mean a werewolf?"  I had once overheard my
parents talking about a 'family curse.'  I thought maybe they were
joking.  I never expected anything like this!

 "Call it what you will," she replied.  "When the moon is full, things
change.  Night becomes day. Man becomes wolf.  Or so the story goes." 
Winter Star glanced at my groin area. "You should lick that after you
have mounted.  You could get a fever if you don't."  

 I looked down at what I could see of my body.  My hands and feet had
become clawed paws, and a furry sheath surrounded my penis.  I cleaned
myself up as best I could, licking areas that I could never have reached
before!  "What do I look like?" I asked.  "Half man and half wolf?"  

 "Not at all.  Just wolf."  Winter Star's mouth opened in a wolfy grin. 
"You're quite handsome, really."  

 Winter Star stood up and stretched.  "I'm always hungry after I make
love.  How about you?  It should be a good night for hunting."  

 We hunted together in a moonlit meadow and along a riverbank, catching 
--and eating-- small animals. Mice, voles, ground squirrels- I lost
count of how many.  It was as though I had been doing this all my life,
and I found them very tasty!  I saw my reflection for the first time in
a still pool at the edge of the river.  I had taken the form of a large,
Grey and white wolf, and I understood why my mate had found me handsome.
I was much better looking like this than in my human form!  When my
Winter Star and I had eaten our fill, we curled up together under the
base of a fallen tree and went to sleep.  

 I awoke at dawn with my head pounding, and Winter Star was nowhere to
be seen.  I looked around and realized that I was human again, and I was
sitting naked at the back door of my cabin.  I got up and stepped
inside, dropped a couple of aspirin, and put on some clothes.  I wasn't
especially hungry, so I returned to the place where I had mated with
Winter Star.  I was gathering up my clothes and my revolver, which was,
fortunately, still there, when I sensed that I was being watched.  It
was my mate, and when I made eye contact with her, she tipped her ears
and wagged her tail slightly.  I took a step or two toward her, but she
turned and disappeared into the forest.  

 A few days later, I finished my text and returned to the office to
submit it, and moved on to the next project, as if nothing had
happened.  I'm fairly sure that if I related this story to anyone at
work, I would be sent to the company infirmary for a drug test!  I still
split my working time between the office and my cabin, except now I
always keep a calendar that shows the phases of the moon.  I make sure
to arrange my schedule so I'm at the cabin when the moon is going to be
full-- I wouldn't want to miss a rendezvous with my Winter Star for
anything!

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