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Okay, so attached files won't post.
Disclaimer: This Story is Copyrighted by me--Islador. Although the first
chapter contains no sex, it will, so those who shouldn't view such things,
you know who you are because you feel guilty doing it, DON"T READ THE
FOLLOWING STORY! Now that's covered, the next legal thing to worry
about--The characters are fully made up, no real people were involved. The
places are however, real to an extent. I used the wonderful services of
Google and Mapquest to flesh out the details. I have never been to Choteau,
Montana. So, if you happen to know the place, you'll find my innocent
errors, so don't blame me for the mistakes, blame Google and Mapquest.
As for the story, well there's no sex in chapter 1. Those looking for a
stroke story, just pass this one by. If your looking for a serial, long
winded romance, then this one might be for you. It's about a werewolf and a
young woman. I've taken a different path for my werewolf story, so don't
expect to see the generalized Hollywood stuff in this one. I tried to write
this as if this was really happening to a modern, no monsters exist world.
This story will eventually have sexual content in it, which will for all
intents and purposes be considered bestiality. I have attempted to make it
as detailed and romantic as possible. I may have succeeded or failed
miserably. That will be up to you, the reader to decide. If you feel the
need to praise or denounce my efforts just give me a "RE: Islador" post and
let me have it--good or bad. If you've made this far you must be
interested, so I won't keep you any longer. On to the story.......
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 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 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 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.