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Subject: {ASSM} Lupine Dreams-Chapter 1 (fant-rom-nosex-viol-F-Mwolf)
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Lupine Dreams--Chapter 1





	The cold, crisp morning air of the Front Range made the plumes
of steam rising from the nostrils of the huge gray wolf stand out
in the sunlight.  The first rays of sunlight sparkled in the
treetops as he looked out over the rolling hills in front of him.
 Dotting this frosted tan landscape were his prey, cows.  They
were huddled together for warmth in the early morning but were
starting to spread out for the days feeding.  He was going to eat
well today.  The humans had not been out here for several days
and he knew he could make a quick kill and feast before the
humans would return.
	He had watched their routine for several days, as they rode
their horses along the boundary of their land.  Last night they
had packed up the horses in a trailer and had driven off, leaving
the cattle to roam the hills.  He had to be very careful about
how many cows he and his pack of cousins took.  If they hit one
ranch too many times, the humans would hunt them down and kill
them.  This had happened before, when he had gotten too
complacent in his territory and lording his power over these
smaller cousins of his.  Normally, the smaller ones would never
try to take a full size cow, just the sheep where they could find
them.  He was tired of rabbits and field mice, the normal fare
his cousins ate.  Today they would feast on beef.  
	He was already drooling, thinking about how good it would feel
to sink his muzzle into the soft belly of a fat cow and slurp up
the blood that would gush out.  He shuddered in an almost
orgasmic wave and then turned to look at his pack.  They were
waiting for his signal to begin the chase.  None of them even
thought about twitching a muscle before he issued a command, they
had all learned this from how their former alpha male had gone
down in a flurry of blood and gristle.  The new alpha male was
beyond anything the small ones had ever experienced.  Their
racial memory told them that this giant and his brothers had once
ruled the mountains and valleys, but not anymore.  The one thing
that really made the pack uneasy was that the new alpha male
hadn't taken any of the females after killing the old alpha. 
This was what always happened when a new alpha came into power,
but not this giant.  He would just nip and growl at the females
that tried to push themselves at the new alpha, vying for
position in the pack.  
	The alpha took one last sniff of the morning breeze and then
signaled the rest to begin the hunt.  They slowly spread out as
the alpha began to trot down the hillside.  His pace was much
slower than the others, giving the others time to flank the herd
of cattle.  They slipped under the barbed wire fence unseen by
the cows and began to surround the herd.  The alpha stayed low in
the tall grass at the fence line, knowing that his color and bulk
would give himself away too soon.  He wouldn't take chase until
the others had spooked the herd and the slowest could be
separated out.  The pack of coyotes had finally reached their
positions when the beta male made his move.  Before the beta male
took three steps it's head suddenly exploded in a spray of red
and gray, the body whipping around with the force of the
explosion.  Then the sound rolled over the valley.  Gunfire! 
Then three more coyotes went down in a similar fashion and the
unmistakable sounds of rifle shots thundered through again.
	The adrenaline surge hit the alpha like a freight train, but his
mind fought the urge to bolt.  If the bullets hadn't found him
yet, then the well-hidden humans couldn't see him.  The muscles
bunched under his fur in preparation for flight, but he knew that
if he ran now, he'd never make the tree line before his own head
would explode with a high power rifle bullet.  The rest of the
pack had already started back for the tree line and he could see
the puffs of dirt bursting next to some of them as the humans
began to fire wildly at the retreating coyotes.  Most of them
didn't make it, but a couple did.
	After several minutes had passed, the humans began to reveal
their hiding places.  He watched as several lumps of grass rose
up and sprouted legs.  "Those devious bastards!" thought the
alpha.  Very carefully he lowered himself even deeper into the
brush along the fence line.  Making sure he didn't bend a single
blade of grass to give his position away.  The sound of laughter
brought his attention back to one of the walking grass heaps that
had come within fifty yards of his hiding place.  
	"We showed those fuckers something, didn't we boys!"
	"Yeah, that'll be the last time they try to take one of our
cows."
	"Did you see that first shot?  I love this new rifle!"  The last
voice came from his left.  He slowly moved his head to get a
better look at the one who had shot his second in command.  The
tall human had pulled his grass cover back and was holding his
rifle up for the others to see.  The alpha memorized every detail
of that face, burning it into his anger filled mind.  He watched
them come together and then they walked around to gloat over
their kills.  When they had their backs turned squatting over the
body of his former second, he knew his one chance for escape had
presented itself.
	Like one of the rifle shots, he was out of the grass and running
full out for the tree line.  He heard the shouts of surprise and
the curses of the humans behind him as they realized their error.
 The sharp crack of a supersonic bullet whipped by his head as he
was approaching the top of the hill.  Just as he thought he had
escaped their line of sight, the blinding hot pain erupted in his
side as a second bullet found its mark.  His left lung filled
with blood immediately and he could barely breathe, but the
adrenaline and the momentum of his full out run kept him going
forward over the top of the hill.  The blood in his lungs shot
out his nostrils as he kept running, fighting to stay up on his
feet, he continued for the trees.  One more shot rang out as he
passed the first pine tree and the bark exploded in his face,
blinding his right eye.  The pain was almost unbearable; he
didn't have the breath to waste on a yelp, he just kept running.
	He ran for another minute before he was forced to slow his pace.
 The adrenaline had begun to fade, and the pain in his side
increased.  Coughing up a large gout of blood from his lung, he
stopped.  Looking back, he made sure the humans weren't going to
try and come after him.  Listening carefully for any sounds of
running footsteps or worse, engines starting up, he tried to look
back, but the blood in his right eye still hadn't cleared. 
Satisfied that he had no pursuers, he shifted his direction and
headed for the creek that was about a mile away.
	
	By the time he reached the creek, his whole body ached with
fatigue.  His left lung still wouldn't stop oozing blood and he
had to constantly cough it up.  He carefully lowered himself into
the frigid water, welcoming the cold shock that suddenly flashed
through his body.  It helped to clear his mind, snapping him out
of his more primal state of pain.  Letting the cold water flush
out his wounds, he realized that his right eye still didn't clear
up.  He slowly turned his head to look at the wound in his side.
He could see the shattered remnants of three ribs poking out of
the gaping wound.  The flesh and muscle shredded by the impact of
a hollow point rifle bullet.  Oh, this is bad, he thought to
himself.  No wonder he couldn't get his lungs clear of blood. 
Slowly lowering his muzzle to the water, he began to drink as
much as his empty stomach would hold.  He knew he needed to
replenish the fluids he was losing from his wounds.  After
filling his belly with the cold, clear water of the creek, he
moved back to the bank and pulled himself out of the water. 
Looking back at the way he had come, he could see the blood trail
he had left.  He needed to get moving soon.  Those cunning humans
would follow this trail and find him.  Turning back to the creek,
knowing it was going to sap his strength quickly if he stayed in
it too long, he began to walk up stream.
	He walked about a half mile before getting out of the creek on
the opposite side.  Figuring that the humans wouldn't want to
cross this creek with the water temperature as low as it was,
plus the distance he had traveled almost guaranteed they wouldn't
find his trail.  Still leaving a blood trail, he walked into the
woods and headed for the Front Range.  He picked a valley between
two peaks and used that for his reference point to keep from
turning towards his wounded side and walking in circles.  He
really wanted to stop and rest, but he knew that he had to put as
much distance between himself and those guns as possible.  He
quickly fell into a fugue state and just kept putting one paw in
front of the other, staring at the valley.
	When he finally made the valley late in the day, he knew that no
one had followed him.  The sounds of the forest were normal.  He
looked at the wound in his side and could still see blood oozing
out of it, but the flow had slowed to a trickle.  He hadn't had
to cough as often, so he knew that his insides were starting
heal.  His right eye still didn't work and the pain from it was
constant.  Not having that eye working really threw his depth of
field off; he had walked into several trees on his trek because
of it.  He knew as the sun went down and the light failed, it
would get even worse.  Still, he didn't want to stop.  The deeper
into the forest he got, the safer he would feel.
	He had walked another five miles when he heard a sound off to
his left.  Something was out here in the forest, something larger
than a rabbit.  The wind had died down, so he couldn't smell
anything strange.  He stopped and listened for another clue as to
what was out here.  The sound of liquid hitting the pine needles
drifted out of a copse of scrub brush.  He cocked his head
towards the bushes as the sound trailed off.  Then more rustling
as something large shifted against the branches.  Before he could
move to hide, a tall human female stepped out of the brush, still
looking down as she snapped the top button on her pants.  She
looked up as she took another step and they made eye contact. 
She froze in mid stride with her hands out in front of her.  They
were about ten feet apart, looking at each other.  The smell of
her fear hit his nostrils like a slap in the face.  The urge to
leap at her throat and tear her apart hit him full force.  Fear
equaled food in his mind.  But he was in no shape to leap
anywhere right now.  He realized that any sudden movement would
tear his wound open again and he wasn't so sure he wouldn't bleed
out before any food got to process in his stomach.  Neither one
of them had made a sound since she had stepped out of the bushes.
 Taking his silence as a sign that an attack was not going to
happen she slowly lowered her hands.  He watched her carefully to
make sure she wasn't trying to pull a small gun out of her
clothing.  
	"Please don't bite me.  I'll leave you alone if you leave me
alone."  Her voice was barely audible, just above a whisper.  The
expression on her face had changed from terror to pleading.  A
single tear flowed down her cheek.  He continued to stare at her
with his one good eye, not making a sound or moving a muscle.  He
knew how dangerous humans could be in panic situations.  If she
had a gun, she could really do him some major damage before he
killed her.  He didn't need any more damage to his already broken
body today.
	"If I give you some food will you go away?"  This last statement
peaked his interest.  Food.  Hell yes I want some food!  He
chuffed through his jowls, spraying blood out his nostrils.  He
slowly moved his head up and down.  She jumped at his movement
and sound.  Then she looked at him closer, he watched her
carefully to make sure she wasn't trying anything sneaky.
	"You want some food?"  This time her voice had a little more
authority to it, almost up to a normal level.  Again, he chuffed
and moved his head up and down, hoping this female would
understand that he had answered her question.  She got a funny
look on her face and tilted her head to the side a little,
mimicking the age-old posture that dogs have when they hear or
see something they don't understand.  This struck him as
extremely funny and he couldn't help himself, he started chuffing
repeatedly.  Then the pain from his wound hit and he stopped
abruptly, causing him to cough up more blood.  The woman watched
this display with stunned surprise on her face, but the look
changed to concern as she watched him cough up the blood and
finally noticed the gaping wound in his side.
	"Oh my God! Your hurt!  You poor thing!"  He could hear the real
emotion in her voice this time.  He knew she wasn't a threat now.
 He moved his head up and down again and watched her carefully. 
She slowly moved her right hand towards the lower pocket on her
coat.  He followed the movement but didn't make any noise.  She
carefully pulled out a shiny red and silver packet, showing him
that it wasn't anything threatening.  He continued to watch her
but he visibly relaxed when he saw that it was a food packet and
not a gun.  Taking this as a good sign, she carefully peeled the
packet open and removed a dark brown bar.  Taking it by her
forefinger and thumb, she gently tossed the bar in front of him.
Giving her a look of 'Don't you dare move!' he slowly lowered his
head and sniffed at the bar.  The smell brought back memories,
flashes of ladies in frilly dresses and their laughter while they
popped little brown balls in their mouths and smiled.  Taking one
more look in her direction, noticing that she hadn't moved, he
slowly picked up the candy and started to chew.  The taste was
sweet, with a nutty flavor mixed in.  He quickly swallowed the
food bar and looked at her again.
	"Sorry, that's all I have on me."  Her voice clearly conveyed
that she really was sorry that she couldn't give him more.  He
continued to stare at her.  Waiting for her to make the next
move.
	"I have more food back at my campsite.  If you promise not to
bite me, I'll give you more."  This time she had more confidence
in her tone, growing bolder with the fact the giant wolf hadn't
attacked her, and somehow it understood her.  He studied her for
a few seconds, and then moved his head up and down, chuffing
through his jowls.  She looked to her left and then slowly began
to step in that direction.  She continued to face him, watching
to see if he moved.  He let her get several paces away before
took a step to follow her.  He didn't want to panic her at this
point, especially if she was willing to give him more food.  She
kept looking back over her shoulder so she wouldn't trip over any
branches and she slowly walked back to her camp.  
	She stopped at the edge of the small clearing where her tent was
set up and there was a small pit dug into the ground with wood in
it.  She waited for him to come closer, but he stayed several
feet away.  Still not completely trusting her yet, he waited for
her to go into the tent and retrieve the food she had promised. 
After staring at each other for several moments, she finally
broke the silence, "You really won't bite me?"  The fear had
crept back into her voice as she realized she would have to turn
her back on him to open the tent and get the food.  He slowly
moved his head side to side.  She shivered as she realized that
the giant wolf had once again appeared to understand her
question.  Moving slowly, she turned and opened the tent flap. 
Reaching inside she pulled a large backpack out of the tent and
carefully opened the top.  She pulled out a bag of beef jerky and
slowly tossed the pieces at him one at a time.  By the third
piece he was standing within throwing distance started catching
the pieces before they hit the ground.  When the bag was half
empty, he looked at her and moved his head back and forth,
signaling that he didn't want any more.  He continued to stare at
her for a few seconds and then he licked his chops and began to
look around the campsite.  He didn't see any immediate water
source.  The look of recognition suddenly flashed on the woman's
face as she caught on to what he was looking for.
	"Oh shit!  I bet you are really thirsty after eating all that
salted beef.  Let me get you a bowl and I'll get you some water."
 Her voice was normal, with no trace of fear.  She opened another
pocket on the backpack and pulled out a small silver oblong
container.  She flipped open the lid and removed all the other
items from inside it and set the bowl on the ground.  Reaching
inside the tent again, she pulled out a large jug and filled the
bowl with fresh water.  He waited for her to back up; when she
was several paces away from the bowl, he stepped forward and
began to lap up the cool water.  He emptied the bowl, and then
stepped back.  He looked at the bowl and then at the jug in her
hands.
	"You want more?"  He chuffed his response this time and waited
for her refill the bowl.  She slowly walked up to the bowl and
refilled it.  Stepping back to where she had been before, he
walked forward and lapped it all up, leaving the bowl slick with
his saliva and blood.  Now that he had sated his hunger and
thirst, the pain from his wounds returned full force.  He decided
he would trust this female human.  Slowly, he lowered himself to
the ground, grunting in pain as the shattered ends of his ribs
shifted in the wound.  Finally resting on his side, he laid his
head down and closed his good eye.  Several minutes passed before
he heard her move.  He let her get within arms reach before he
opened his eye and looked at her.  He didn't move his head; he
just laid there looking up at her.  
	"What happened to you?  That looks like a bullet wound.  Did
someone shoot you because you attacked them?"  Her questions just
streamed together in a rush as her anxiety showed through.  He
continued to just look at her, not moving.  Finally, realizing
that he wasn't going to do anything but look at her, she calmed
down and took a closer look at his wound.
	"How are you still alive with that gaping hole in your side?" 
This time her voice had true emotion in it, she was really
concerned and in awe of this giant animal.  "You must be as tough
as you are big.  Taking one more look at the wound, she met his
gaze and seemed to come to a decision.  "If our agreement still
holds, I'll bandage your wounds."  For several seconds he looked
into her eyes, consciously noting they were deep green with
flecks of gold.  There was no deception in that gaze, just a deep
concern for another living being that was hurt.  He took a deep
breath, slowly releasing it though his nostrils, creating little
bubbles of blood.  Taking this as a sign that he would let her
treat him, she reached for her backpack and removed the first aid
kit.  He watched her intently as she removed several packets and
tubes.  She opened one package of gauze and tentatively reached
towards the wound, watching for the first sign that this giant
wolf might change its mind about sitting still for this.  When he
didn't move, she touched the lower edge of the hole and began to
soak up the blood.  When the gauze caught on the edge of one of
the shattered ribs, he grunted in pain, but didn't move his head.
 "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."
	She continued to clean the wound with the gauze, taking extra
care not to get the loose threads caught on the jagged edges of
the rib bones.  Once that was done, she opened a tube of
antibiotic cream and carefully rubbed it into the edges of the
wound.  "I don't know what to do with this size of wound.  I've
never had to deal with anything like this before.  There's too
much missing for me to try and stitch it back together."  She was
kneeling there next to him with her hands resting on her thighs
staring at the wound with the look of utter desperation on her
face.  He slowly raised his head and carefully inching his muzzle
closer, he licked the back of her hand.  She jumped and jerked
her hand away from his mouth as she suddenly realized that he had
moved.  Her attention had been so centered on the task before her
that she hadn't noticed the movement.  When she realized that he
had simply licked her hand and hadn't tried to bite, she relaxed
and met his gaze.  "I don't know what to do."  The desperation in
her voice was clearly matched by the look on her face.  He moved
his muzzle under her hand and lifted it, slowly shifting it back
over to the largest packet of gauze that she had removed from the
first aid kit.
	Her first reaction was to jerk her hand back when he made the
move with his muzzle towards her again, but something in the look
he gave her made her pause.  She let her hand be moved and when
he laid her hand on top of the extra large gauze pad, her
reaction was one of utter amazement.  This wolf seemed to know
exactly what she had laid out and knew what it was for.  How
could this be?  What sort of wild animal could ever learn what a
first aid kit was, let alone have any knowledge of medical
practice.  It had responded to her voice and questions as if it
understood perfect English.  Was this some sort of bizarre dream?
 Had she accidentally eaten some bad mushrooms and this was the
result--a freaky hallucination?  
	When she didn't immediately pick up the gauze pad and her eyes
glazed over like she was going into shock, he nudged her hand
again and pushed the gauze pad towards her.  She shuddered and
looked down at her hand, picked up the gauze and then met his
gaze.  "What ARE you?  You're not real, this is some sort of
fucked up dream I'm having."  After this last statement, the wolf
just looked at her and chuffed, blowing little flecks of blood
all over her hand and arm.  He carefully opened his mouth just
enough to grab the edge of the gauze packet and tore the corner
open.  Looking down at the packet, she shuddered again and
removed the gauze from the wrapper.  "Alright, alright!  I get
it.  I'll cover the wound with the gauze.  Now stop blowing blood
all over my clothes."  She unrolled the gauze, folded it into a
square patch large enough to cover the entire wound, and taped it
into place.  "I don't know if this tape will hold with all that
fur, but it'll stay there as long as you don't try to get up." 
She gave him a stern look that a mother would give a child, and
the wolf rolled his one good eye in response.  At seeing the
expression on the wolf's face, she laughed for the first time
since meeting this strange beast.  Taking a closer look at his
face, she grimaced and hissed.  "There's a splinter of wood in
that eyeball.  God!  I bet that hurts!"  He just gave her another
one of those "Duh!" looks and lowered his head to the ground. 
She twisted around and reached into the first aid kit to retrieve
the additional items necessary for this next bit of treatment.
	Sliding over to his head she sat down and crossed her legs. 
Patting her thigh to indicate where he should place his head. 
"Come on, let's get this over with.  That splinter needs to come
out or it will get infected and then you really will be in a bad
way."  He rose up and she scooted forward so his massive head
would lie on top of her thigh.  "Shit! I must be crazy to let you
be this close to me."  Funny, I was thinking the very same thing,
the wolf thought to himself as he laid his head in her lap.  She
twisted the cap off the bottle and just before pouring it onto
the wounded eye; she met his gaze.  "This might sting a little,
so don't freak out and bite me or anything, okay?"  He grunted
and closed his eye.  Gently, she poured the saline solution into
the wounded eye, washing out the blood and mucus.  "This is the
part that's really going to hurt, but I have to do it."  He
grunted again and kept his other eye shut.  He felt the tug and
then the sensation of the long sliver being pulled free of the
eyeball.  Finally it was over and the relief was immense.  He
released the breath that he had been holding and gave a giant
sigh of relief.  She poured more saline into the eye and then
began to put a gauze patch over the wound.  "Now you look like a
pirate."  After she said it, she laughed.  He opened his good eye
and looked up at her.  Then she really started laughing as she
realized how totally bizarre the whole situation was.  
	He started to get mad over the fact that she was laughing at his
pain.  Then he stopped, and soaked up the sound of her laugh.  It
was so nice to hear a female laugh, especially one that looked
this nice.  He finally let go of his tension and slowly closed
his eye, slipping down into unconsciousness.


















                         
                  
               
        



	                  
                       

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