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ANIMAL GENES: WERE-AM-I
By DB  ( DB_Story@att.net / http://home.att.net/files/Authors/db_story/www/ )
Copyrightc 2003 by DB.
ASSM/ASFR (M/F, Human/Wolf, rom, furry)

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Author's Note: Animal Genes stories involve relations between 
humans and animals in various guises and transformations - all 
different.  Proceed at your own risk.

- - -

It's fun being a werewolf.  At least when you're a male, twenty-
two years old, and not yet tied down by the confines of life.  
And particularly when you're not a very impressive male, but I'll 
get to that later.

For three nights a month I roam the countryside as a powerful 
wolf.  I'm at the top end of the predator chain.  There's nothing 
I can't handle.  Well, almost nothing, but I know what to avoid. 
 That is the best of times.

The worst of times comes the remaining twenty-two or so remaining 
nights each month when I'm a dog.  Albeit a big dog.  An 
intelligent dog.  But just a dog.

Yeah, if you did your math right three nights are left 
unaccounted for.  Those nights I'm just plain me.  Jim to my 
friends, if I had any.

I'm sure that anyone who knew my story would ask, "How'd that 
happen?"

How'd what happen?  How'd I become a werewolf?  I honestly don't 
know.  You'd think I should, but I don't.  One full-moon it just 
happened.  Scared the shit out of me, if you know what I mean.

Wolves are smart, surprisingly so.  Just not in the same way 
humans are.  (I'll discuss dogs later.)  But I didn't realize 
what was happening the first few times.  Seemed like a weird, bad 
dream afterwards.  Had to be a dream.  It was too unreal 
otherwise.

So how did it happen?  I do remember a mosquito bite.  Who knows? 
 I can't even swear it was a mosquito.  It swelled up and itched 
more than any other bite ever had just before all this started.

As to the other how did it happen?  The part about being a dog 
the nights I'm not human or wolf.  I don't know that either.  My 
top two guesses:

Some sort of mutation of whatever makes me change, so it's not 
always the same.

Or the old legends never had it right to begin with.

I guess there's the chance that this is something entirely new.  
I still don't know.  It just happens to me, and now Shannon.

My first experience came while I was outdoors - fortunately.  The 
world faded around me, then came back as black and white.  (I 
don't know if wolves see in color.  I'm never around in the 
daytime to find out.  And I never think to ask Shannon.)  Instead 
of abstractions and thoughts, my world became one of nighttime 
sounds and smells and knowledge I don't remember learning.  I 
didn't notice that I was moving on four paws now because it felt 
natural to me.  I was aware of other humans nearby and 
instinctively shied away from them.  They never knew I was there. 
 I'd already eaten a large dinner, so I wasn't driven by hunger 
tonight.  Cautiously I moved around the trees and open land where 
I was staying at college, investigating it with my new senses.  
The moon was bright.  The neighborhood dogs certainly knew I was 
there and set up a howl whenever I passed closely by, but I knew 
they were no threat.  I realized I was marking my territory 
without thinking.  And though I wandered miles that night, I 
never went far from my origin.

At daybreak I was near my clothes when I suddenly awoke from my 
dream.  I was too confused to be scared at the time.  The 
memories of the night being alive with sounds and scents somehow 
compressed itself back into my human brain's area for those 
senses and experiences.  The vibrancy and immediacy of them 
disappeared in the process, leaving me to remember only a shadow 
of the overall experience.

I'd been drinking that night with some almost-friends, and I put 
the experience into the lap of the booze.  At twenty-two one 
isn't picky about what they drink as long as it has alcohol, and 
it wouldn't be the first time drinking had led to some crazy, yet 
vivid dreams afterwards.

The next night however I was careful.  No drinking, and stay 
inside.  I have a single room at the far end of the dorm, and 
since we were on break, most of the kids had gone home to get 
more money from their parents.  I clearly had a premonition.

I didn't drink.  I stayed inside.  And I trashed the place.

The next morning I vaguely remembered being panicked at being 
confined and my reactions to it.  The evidence before my eyes 
argued that it hadn't been a dream.

Now I was scared.  But the next night nothing happened at all.  
It was only later that I checked and realized that my first night 
had been the full moon.  So I got the night of the full moon, and 
the night after it.  Starting the next month, I also got the 
night before.  That was an unexpected gift from the universe.

Of course I'd forgotten about it a month later.  The broken 
window in my room attested to my dislike of confinement.

The dog part didn't come along for a couple more months.  It was 
if whatever changed me had taken some time to acclimate itself 
before showing its full bag of tricks.

A 120lb wolf is impressive.  A 120lb man is a wimp.  A 120lb dog 
is just big.  A hundred or more years ago if this happened as the 
legends tell, no one would have had a chance of guessing the 
cause.  Magic.  Curse.  Act of the God of your choice.  None of 
those answers explain anything.

Now we have retro-viruses, resequenced DNA.  Nanobots are on the 
horizon.  But you still don't get something for nothing.  
Conservation of mass lives on.  I weigh the same in each form.  
Do the math.  A 120lb man at five feet six just isn't going to go 
out and overwhelm the world.  Now you can begin to see the appeal 
of being a wolf.

I'm lucky that Lone Rangers are also a hundred years out of date. 
 Though I have no intention of testing the sliver bullet theory - 
getting shot strikes me as highly painful regardless of the 
outcome - at least I can hope I have some extra protection if I 
ever need it.

Oh I tried to beat the system.  You can bet on that.

After the broken window, I left the window open with screen 
removed after that.  And I put a nanny-cam in the room.

My transformation from human to wolf is amazingly quick.  Thirty 
seconds tops.  I'm guessing the reverse transformation is equally 
effective, but the nanny-cam only had six hours worth of tape in 
it and I hadn't come back yet.  I watched the tape a dozen times, 
then burned it.  Degaussing it just didn't seem safe enough for 
me.

There are tiny animals that live in the tidal zones of oceans.  
They open up when the tides come in for food, and close 
afterwards.  A researcher took them to a laboratory fifteen 
hundred miles from any ocean, into a windowless building.  They 
still opened up right on schedule, if the tide had reached into 
the heartland of America.  No one knows how they can do this.

I tried hiding from the moon.  First, the obvious.  Close the 
windows and curtains.  Later, inside the windowless bathroom.  
Finally, in a cave a hundred feet below ground.  I changed on 
schedule every time.  Hiding doesn't work.

I used the opportunity of being in college to research all 
current data on anything resembling my condition.  And quickly 
realized that I'd never understand any of this stuff.  Maybe some 
post-doc student, but not me.  All I got out of it was a list of 
companies that worked in the field.  I sent all of them blood and 
tissue samples, with no response.

When the dog part kicked in, it just pushed me into depression 
for months.  I mean jeez, being a wolf has a cachet to it.  But 
the only trick a dog can do is lick his own balls.  Hardly a 
redeeming feature.  The wolf time was great, but three nights a 
month wasn't enough.  And there is always the fear of getting 
caught.

The only good dog night was when a couple of other "students" 
broke into my room.  I guess they'd noticed that I never seem to 
be around at night.  Even as a dog I was more than a match for 
them.  They're probably still running.

What dragged me out of my funk was a motivational speaker who 
came by the campus.  Big, tall guy.  He was good.  Convinced me 
to make use of all the unique abilities each of us have.  Wish'd 
he could have been more specific.

It was however some great advice that I initially tried to apply 
in some pretty unrealistic ways.  I think the most un-thoughtout 
idea was to get a career as an animal extra in Hollywood.  The 
fact that I could only work at night - most nights - with no 
handler or agent didn't seem such a big obstacle.  Of course, 
such plans never got off the ground.

What finally did get off the ground was an opportunity for 
college students to intern in the National Park system.  I got 
Yellowstone the summer after my condition appeared.  It was 
perfect.

A lot of the job is seemingly office-bound.  But the nights are 
my own.

The park rules say no dogs off the leash, but I knew enough even 
in dog-brain-form to avoid trouble.  And in wolf-form I ruled the 
night.

Finally there was a place where I could run as far as I wanted 
without worries about highways, cars, or people.  I could hunt as 
a wolf.  And when I howled, it was a welcome sound to those who 
heard it.  I'd found paradise.

It was on my second month's full moon that my life improved yet 
again.

I was chasing a rabbit.  Not because I was all that hungry.  Just 
for the thrill of the hunt.  I'd just about run it to ground when 
a shadow slipped across in front of me and plucked it out of my 
grasp.

In hindsight I was lucky that was my first wolf night of the 
month.  At 104lbs the bitch would have easily eviscerated me in 
dog - or human - form.  She grabbed "my" rabbit, and I chased on 
after her.

She was playful that night.  Instead of running off or growling 
me down, she stopped twenty feet away with the rabbit in her 
jaws.  When I would approach she'd run off a few more feet and 
wait.  After several cycles of this I kind of wandered around as 
though I'd lost interest.  She followed me with her eyes and nose 
without otherwise moving.  When my wandering finally took me 
close enough to her without her moving further away, I bunched my 
muscles and jumped so quickly that she couldn't move in time.  I 
got a grip on my rabbit, and as I tugged it came apart.

I wolfed down my half before looking up again.  She'd done the 
same with hers, and was now just standing there again.  It 
emphatically felt right to chase her, so I did.  She ran, but 
never fast enough to get away.  For the rest of the night, until 
inside I knew I had to return, we played wolf-tag deep in the 
forest.

The next night when I jumped out my window I immediately caught 
her familiar scent.  In the shadows at the edge of the clearing 
she was waiting; front paws out and head bowed down in the 
universal gesture of play.  We ran off together, chasing coyotes 
in the night, until again I needed to return.

The third night there was something different about her scent.  
Maybe she knew it was coming soon for her, and hung around me as 
a result.

I found myself responding to a primal urge.  And even though she 
wanted it badly, she required me to conquer her first.

I would have though our growling and tussling would have woken up 
half the park, but we weren't disturbed.  We spent most of the 
night on it.

Afterwards I just wanted to lie down next to her.  For once, 
caution didn't matter.  And as the sun rose the bitch was still 
lying next to me - in nude human female form.  This was the start 
of a whole new adventure. 

At five feet three and 104lbs, she was even smaller as a woman 
than I am as a man.  With dark hair and exotic eyes, and a trim, 
fit body, she was as much a joy in human form, as in wolf.  At 
least I thought so.  Her opinion may have varied, but as of yet 
she couldn't tell me that.

I've never learned to speak wolf, since up until two night ago, 
there had never been another wolf with whom to converse.  And 
we'd gotten by just fine on instinct these last three nights.  
She, of course, had never learned to speak as a human, although 
if the transformation were complete she should be capable of it.

How'd this happen?  Don't ask me.  Maybe I nipped her during our 
lovemaking and she was infected in the traditional way.  Maybe 
something else.  I never knew how I got infected.  Don't ask me 
to explain anyone else's situation.  Maybe God just has a sense 
of humor.

One thing I could tell for sure though was that she was very 
startled and confused.  I held her and stroked her and spoke 
softly to her.  I relied on my tone of voice to soothe her.

I guess it worked, because she didn't run off or anything.  We 
stayed out in the forest that entire day, drinking from a nearby 
stream, but no food.

At sunset we both transformed into dogs - big dogs - and I 
finally led her back to my room.

Somehow, no one found out what was going on in the early days.  I 
named her Shannon, because she seemed to like the tone of it when 
I spoke it to her.

- - -

Later we moved up to Denali National Park, which is just about 
the edge of civilization as we know it.  My ranger work made us 
enough money for our simple needs.  I was prepared for us to live 
here forever, and for many months and several seasons we did.

Last week a small package somehow found me.  It was from one of 
the companies I once sent my blood and tissue samples to.  I had 
long given up hope of a cure, and was much more concerned on the 
fact that they had been able to locate me at all.  I wondered if 
we'd better move again.

Inside were two vials and a note:

Dear Mr. Stevens,

Thank you for the supplied tissue samples, and our apologies for 
your unfortunate condition.  The enclosed vial contains 
resequencing information that will return you to your original 
state permanently.   You may either drink or inject the contents, 
but you do need to use all of it.  In the unlikely event that you 
have communicated this illness to another unfortunate person, a 
second vial is included.  If you should experience any 
difficulties, please contact us immediately at the number below. 
 We assure you that this formula has been successfully tested and 
is safe.

There is no charge for this service.  However we are patenting 
our results, which will defray our costs in that manner.  If you 
wish to contest our rights or ownership of this intellectual 
property, you must contact our legal department at the address 
above.  It is our hope that legal formalities will not be 
necessary.

If you need additional doses, they are available at no charge 
after you sign a non-disclosure agreement and waiver of all 
rights.

We would enjoy the opportunity to meet you in person some bright 
sunny day.

This concludes our business.

There it was.  Not even a good bye, sincerely, or good luck.

I looked at the vials.  There it was.  All that I have wanted 
most sincerely in life.  My cure.

Then I looked over to the couch where Shannon lay dozing.  She is 
so very beautiful.

Will this return Shannon to full-time wolf?  If what the note 
says is correct, it does seem likely.

I could be human and have a life with the rest of the population 
of the planet.  Shannon will again be herself as the wolf she 
loves so much.

Except that last night she told me she loves me.  And how she'll 
follow me anywhere to keep us together.  It was a surprise 
revelation because ever since we became able to communicate with 
each other - both as human, and wolf - I have known how unhappy 
she has been to lose to very much of her former life.

I know I love her.  More than anything else in this world.  Our 
life together is one of love and affection.  We cling to each 
other knowing we are not accepted or welcome anywhere else.  I've 
shown her the advantage of a human form that doesn't need to come 
into season for sexual enjoyment, and she is by far the sexiest 
woman I've ever had.  Our lovemaking in each of our forms is 
almost daily.  Our children from that first mating are pure wolf, 
and already out on their own.

Should I tell her, then let her decide?  It's a terrible 
decision.  Would it be a favor to never let her know we have this 
choice at all, since it will separate us forever?  Or should I 
just give it to her now without telling her at all what it will 
do?

I've never been good at decisions.  I just don't know what to do.

<end>

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