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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.
Lupine Dreams----Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
She was sitting on a campstool looking at the giant wolf as it slept. What
the hell was this thing? This wasn't just an oversized example of the breed;
this thing had intelligence, a frightening amount of it as a matter of fact.
She was trying to come up with an explanation for what had happened over the
past three hours, but nothing made any sense. She finally discarded the
notion that this was some sort of elaborate hallucination from some plant
she might have accidentally eaten. No, this was real. There really was a
giant wolf sleeping in front of her. Then she remembered some twisted
science fiction/horror novel by that Koontz guy about a genetically altered
dog and a twisted mutant gorilla. Was this thing an escaped government
experiment? Was that why it had been shot? Maybe they tried to get rid of it
but it had escaped before they could put it down and get rid of the
evidence? No way! That crap only happened in books and movies. This was
REAL! R-E-A-L REAL!! It was lying right in front of her. Then what?
Reincarnation? That dopey professor in college said that many religious
groups throughout the world accepted reincarnation, in one form or another.
But weren't one of the things about reincarnation, the fact that the
previous life was forgotten and the wheel of life turned again? Or was she
mixing religions? She wished she had paid more attention in class, but that
professor was creepy and she had never really wanted to know that much about
religion. The only reason she had taken the class was because someone had
told her it would be an easy A.
She finally decided she would have to find out more about this amazing
animal before deciding what it was or might be. Well, at least it wasn't
going to eat her. It was a good thing she had just emptied her bladder
before stepping out of that bush, otherwise she would have pissed herself
right then and there. As for crapping her pants, HAH! Her asshole had sized
shut so tight she wasn't sure she'd be able to take a shit for a week! Damn!
This thing was HUGE! It must weigh 250 pounds, at least, maybe more. It's
head was twice the size of hers and when it had been standing there it
almost looked her straight in the eyes, and she was tall, 5' 10", without
boots on. The color of the fur was strange too. At first she thought it was
a solid steel gray, but the more she studied it, the more she noticed that
there were several different shades of gray mixed in, and they shimmered as
she shifted position. No dog or wolf breed she ever read about had that kind
of coloring.
After watching the wolf sleep for an hour, she realized she hadn't had
anything to eat yet. As quietly as possible, she opened up her backpack and
pulled out a food bar. As she sat back down on her camp stool and started to
open the package, the wolf opened one eye, looked at her, then closed it
again and went back to sleep. So, it doesn't trust me either, she thought.
Well, I can't blame it, really. Looking at the wound in its side, it was
obvious what had created it. Nothing else tore up animal flesh like that but
a high power rifle. Somebody had shot this magnificent beast. She didn't
remember hearing any gun fire earlier, so it must have happened several
miles away. To think that this animal had walked that far with that
horrendous wound in its side was simply hard to believe. She suddenly
realized what she had just said to herself and snorted, hard to believe!
This whole situation was hard to believe.
She started chewing on the high-energy food bar and mulled over her options.
I can just sit here and wait for it to heal enough to leave, or try to sneak
off while it was asleep. The last option didn't seem like a very smart one,
especially if this thing's awareness was sharp enough to hear her open a
food wrapper. She didn't really want to think about what would happen if she
made it angry. No, she would just have to be patient and wait to see what
this thing would do. After finishing her food bar, she decided that perhaps
this thing had the right idea, take a nap and decide later. She slowly got
up and moved to the tent and crawled inside. Lying down on top of her
sleeping bag, she stared up at the colors of the fabric and let her eyes
lose their focus. She slowly slipped off to sleep as she relaxed and let the
stress drain from her body.
When she opened her eyes again it was almost too dark to see. Damn! How long
was I asleep? She lifted her arm up over her head and looked at her watch. 5
o'clock! She had slept for almost 6 hours! Well, I must have needed it if I
slept that long. She sat up and rubbed the crusties from her eyes and
yawned. Stretching out her arms, her neck and back popped several times from
sleeping in the same position for that long. She slid forward and pulled
open the tent flap. There it was, still lying there. Nope, it hadn't been a
dream. She slid out of the tent and stood up, her joints popping in protest
as she stretched some more. This time the wolf opened it's eye, looked at
her, then went right back to sleep. She slowly approached the sleeping
animal and examined the bandages. Well, at least they stopped bleeding, she
thought. When she looked over to it's head, she noticed that it was looking
at her. It was simply watching her. She really couldn't sense what it was
thinking; it just lay there with a completely passive expression. "Are you
hungry yet?" This time it did shift and he raised his head and chuffed. "Is
that your version of 'Yes'?" Smiling at him, he did it again and moved his
head up and down. "Well, I guess it is. Okay, then. What would you like now?
Another food bar or some beef jerky?" Not expecting anything more than
another huffing snort, she was completely unprepared for what she heard
next.
"HOEFFF HOEKHHH" The last sounds were produced by what looked like the wolf
was going to swallow it's own tongue and gag at the same time, then it spit
it's tongue back out and then 'grinned' at her. It's mouth was open and she
could tell it had pulled it's cheeks back as far as they would go, showing
every fang and sharp tooth in its huge maw. She just froze for a second then
started laughing. Was it her imagination or did this monster just try to say
'beef jerky' with a mouth that was never designed for speech? She stopped
laughing, but the smile on her face didn't go away.
The wolf simply looked at her then stopped grinning; trying to use those
muscles like that was extremely uncomfortable for him. He liked it that she
smiled at him. It gave him a warm feeling in his chest and a slight buzz in
his head.
"Okay, then. I'll get you the beef jerky." He chuffed his approval as she
opened the bag and pulled a slice out. He opened his mouth and stuck his
tongue out for her to put it on. She took one look at the gaping mouth full
of razor sharp teeth and shuddered. Then slowly reached out her hand and
carefully placed the slice of salted beef on his tongue. He waited for her
hand to pull back before closing his mouth and chewing on the meat. Once he
swallowed that piece, he opened his mouth, waiting for her to do it again.
After she had fed him several slices of beef jerky like this, she stopped
mid motion on the next slice. "Wait a minute! Do you expect me to hand feed
you like I'm some sort of servant?" The indignation in her voice made her
sound almost petulant. The wolf closed his mouth, looked her right in the
eye and started moving his head up and down. Now it was her turn to open her
mouth and gape like a fish. He turned his head, nosed the bandage on his
side then looked back at her as if to say, "See how helpless I am, now feed
me." He opened his mouth again and stuck out his tongue. She started
laughing again, shaking her head and proceeded to feed her strange companion
the rest of the beef jerky. When it was all gone, he looked over at the
empty water bowl and then looked back at her.
"Jeez! You sure are pushy!" He grunted and nodded at her again, she started
chuckling and moved to fill the bowl with water. "I hope you fully
appreciate what I'm doing for you. I don't normally wait on anyone,
especially some oversized dog!" When she said that last sentence, she heard
a rumble behind her. She spun around to see if she had finally gone too far
and was now about to be mauled to pieces. When she made eye contact, he gave
her a look of hurt, and then stuck his nose in the air and snorted. She
relaxed as it dawned on her that he was pouting. Then she smiled at him and
got his water. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply that you were a lowly
dog." As she set the bowl of water in front of him, he pushed his muzzle in
her face and licked the side of her face, from jaw line to her forehead in
one long swipe. She jerked back and started sputtering and wiping her face
with the sleeve of her coat. "AWWW!! Gross! Now I got wolf germs all over my
face and you just got the last of the fresh water." She looked down at the
wolf and she could swear he was laughing at her. "Alright funny guy! You
enjoy that while I go refill this jug." He chuffed at her once more then
proceeded to do just what she said. He began to slurp up the water at a very
fast rate.
As she walked out of the camp with the empty jug in hand, she had a little
spring in her step. She was quite pleased that the wolf had shown some
affection for her at last. The wolf finished the last of the water in the
bowl and watched her walk away, mesmerized by the swaying of her hips. He
could still taste her on his tongue. She tasted GOOD! Not food good, but
friend good. The sudden thought of 'friend' in his mind made him stop for a
second. It had been so long since he had had any friendly interaction with
humans; he had almost forgotten what it was like. He was so used to hiding
from them and sneaking away whenever he sensed one nearby. Now this female!!
OH!! She was beautiful. That long dark auburn hair that cascaded down her
back, swaying as she walked. Those long slender legs, and that butt!! WHEW!!
He hadn't seen a butt like that in a long time. He hadn't been able to tell
how large her breasts were yet, that big fluffy coat hid those rather well.
He laid his head down and closed his eyes. Flashes of distant memories and
times cascaded through his mind. However, every time he thought, friend, the
image of her slender face or that swaying backside would float up in his
mind's eye. Leaving him with a very warm feeling in his belly and chest.
"What are you grinning about?" He snapped his eye open and jerked his head
up, looking right into her face, which was just inches away from his. How
had she entered the camp without his noticing it? Was he slipping? He
thought about it for a second, and then realized, he did hear her enter the
camp, and he had just let it happen because he now thought of her as a
friend, not a potential threat. The grin slowly returned to his face. The
woman watched the entire thought process work its way over the wolf's face,
amused by the whole thing. It happened so fast she didn't even register the
movement before she had a giant wet tongue in her face again. He had already
started licking the other side of her face before she was able to jerk back
out of range and started cursing and sputtering again. By the time she had
wiped off the slobber, the wolf was sitting there with an even bigger grin
on its face, looking quite content. Then the look changed from contentment
to something she hadn't seen yet. The wolf rolled his tongue inside his
mouth like he was savoring some juicy piece of meat, and an intense look of
concentration came over him, like he was drinking in her image, one
delicious drop at a time. Then it hit her, she had seen that look before,
but not on an animals face, but a man, a very horny man. She didn't know
what to think now. She started to blush; a very bright red started creeping
up her face, all the way to her forehead.
"Stop looking at me like that! I am NOT dinner! So, stop it right now!" She
stamped her foot and looked away from him, hiding her blushing face from the
very intent looking wolf. He was still savoring her taste on his tongue.
Sweet and salty at the same time. He could taste the sweat from her pores,
but underneath that was something else, something entirely female and that
was VERY good! The fading sunlight made his eye shine that special way that
only canines have, but instead of yellow or green, his was red, blood red.
This gave him a decidedly evil countenance and when she looked over at him,
and saw this, she shuddered and wrapped her arms tightly around her chest.
She was suddenly very nervous and concerned for her safety for the first
time since this morning. He sensed this immediately and started whimpering,
trying to convey his sincere apology at making her afraid of him. He lowered
his head, setting his chin on the ground. She understood what he was doing
and relaxed, dropping her arms to her sides, but she still didn't approach
him.
"Why did you look at me like that? Did I suddenly taste like food?" He
raised his head up off the ground far enough so that he could move it back
and forth, indicating that he didn't think that. "Alright, then. I'd
appreciate it if you didn't do that again, okay?" He moved his head up and
down this time and chuffed, letting her know that he did understand that she
didn't like that. With that understanding between them now, she walked
closer to him, but stopped just outside what she thought his reach with that
super long tongue of his could go. She raised her hand towards his muzzle,
and he gently licked the ends of her fingers. "Apology accepted. Let's both
try to get some sleep now. I know I'm drained and I can only imagine that
you aren't feeling all that great either." She pulled her hand back from his
tongue, which had not stopped licking the tips of her fingers the entire
time she was talking. It had started to feel really good there for a second,
almost erotic. She clamped down on those kinds of thoughts and turned
towards her tent. She heard a shuffling noise behind her and turned to see
what he was doing now. He had started to push and inch his way along the
ground behind her, heading for the same thing, her tent.
"Oh, no, you don't! I may have forgiven you for giving me that awful look,
but you are NOT sleeping in my tent tonight." His face just sagged when she
said this; he looked so hurt by her tone and flat denial. He lowered his
head and whimpered, looking up at her, begging her to give him the chance to
make up for it. She felt really bad about talking to him that way, the guilt
coming on strong. What am I doing? Why am I even thinking that I would let
this monstrosity into the same tent with me? It wasn't that big of a tent to
start with and if she let him inside, it would barely fit the two of them.
But the totally pathetic and hurt expression on his face was too much for
her soft heart. "Oh, all right. You can lay down next to me if you want." He
shot to his feet and walked right into the tent, walked around in a circle
three times and then laid down with his nose sticking out the tent flap. She
could hear his tail thumping against the ground with a dull thud each time
it hit. "OH! You faker! You sneaky RAT!" She stood there with her fists on
her hips, tapping her foot on the ground rapidly. He just inched his head
out the tent flap far enough to make eye contact and then grinned up at her.
Giving him back one of his characteristic chuffs, she shook her head and
proceeded to try and squeeze into the, now, very cramped tent.
"Scoot over so I can at least get into my sleeping bag." He rose up far
enough for her to slide the edge of the bag out from under his belly and
then he flopped back down and settled in. She opened it up and then sat down
and started taking off her boots. When she had removed them both and set
them at the entrance of the tent, he sniffed in their direction and then
turned to look at her and he wrinkled his nose, and snorted. "Oh, Shut up!
My feet don't stink that bad. If you can't stand it, maybe you should go
back outside and sleep." At this last comment, he whipped his head back
around and put his nose out the tent flap, resting his head between his
outstretched paws. "That's what I thought! Now, go to sleep." She was
grinning at him, even though he couldn't see it, she knew he could tell.
Laying her head down on her tiny pillow, she began to replay their
interactions in her mind. The biggest question that still bugged her was;
what is he? There is no way this is some mutant wolf with the intelligence,
and wit! She couldn't forget the humor this animal had shone her. There were
times when she completely forgot that she was talking to a wolf. She was
still trying to figure out what to think about this animal when she drifted
off to sleep.