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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.
Additional WARNING: This chapter hints at a possible situation that would
be considered bestiality but no actual contact is performed.
Lupine Dreams---Chapter 3
Chapter Three
His slumber was deep and restful. He was sleeping next to her and it was
very nice. The accelerated healing his body was going through took a lot of
his energy, but he would be okay. His wounds were healing fast. He could
tell that the eye was almost completely healed and that the skin had grown
back, sealing the wound in his side. The deep itch of his ribs coming back
together was irritating, but it was a small price to pay.
He was reveling in the feel of her next to him. The smell of her feet didn't
really bother him, in fact he rather liked it, it was HER SMELL, no perfume,
just her. He enjoyed giving her a hard time about it though, seeing her face
go indignant as he wrinkled his nose. He loved to see her so animated,
watching the play of emotions on her face. Seeing that she too had a sense
of humor, he was really happy. If you couldn't laugh at the world around
you, it was just a miserable existence, and he had had enough of that.
His keen sense of hearing let him know that something large was walking
towards their camp. Something large and on four legs, and that meant only
one thing, a bear. It had been awhile since he had seen one in this part of
the forest, but the humans stopped killing them and they had slowly migrated
back into the area. Now the bears were a nuisance; they were extremely
territorial and they don't like to share. Well, hopefully this one will keep
walking and pass them by, but he knew deep down, it wouldn't. Bears treated
campsites like an instant snack source, which the foolish humans just kept
providing.
The bear finally caught wind of him along with the food, it started growling
and huffing. Stercus! That damn thing wants to fight instead of passing by.
Well, there goes the healing process. I hope this one isn't one of the big
ones, maybe I can just growl a few times and it'll get the idea that this is
one campsite it will have to give up on. He slowly got up and slithered out
of the tent, making sure he didn't disturb her. He didn't want her to panic
and scream. That usually just pissed off the bear and made the screamer a
target. He wanted to avoid that at all costs. In his weakened state, he was
going to have to bluster and bully the bear, only attacking if he absolutely
had to.
He stood in the middle of her camp, sniffing the air, trying to get a read
on the bear. He heard it shuffling and huffing to his right. He turned and
sniffed again, this time he caught the scent. O Stercus!! It was one of the
big ones. This wasn't going to be pretty, those bastards play for keeps, and
they fear nothing. He let loose a low growl, the hair on his neck and back
rising up, his tail out straight behind him. The bear heard him and answered
back with one of its own. Nope, this was going to get ugly, it was
determined to get whatever it wanted. His anger at this situation finally
hit him full force, the adrenaline pumping into his blood, and something
else, something unique to his kind. His muscles started to ripple, the fire
in his eyes burned fiercely, glowing red-hot. He drew in a huge breath,
filling his lungs to maximum capacity. The growl that started was too low
for a human to hear, but the bear heard it. Dagomarus let it rip through his
throat, pushing it out with all of his anger and power. The pitch rose until
it was ear shattering, his fury directed at the bear.
The bear paused for a second, then charged into the campsite, stopping just
ten paces away from Dagomarus. It let loose its own challenge and pushed off
the ground with its front legs. The bear hopped up and down three times and
growled again. Dagomarus went silent; he knew if he wasted another breath on
a growl, the bear would jump him. He slowly lowered himself to the ground,
gathering his power in his legs for a leap of his own. The bear misread the
body language, thinking that this was just a wolf. It pushed off one more
time, rising up on its hind legs, spreading its forelegs. It let loose
another growl, letting Dagomarus know that it thought he was the victor of
this little spat.
However, Dagomarus was waiting for just such a move. He pushed off the
ground with every ounce of strength and fury he had in him, flying right
into the bears chest, going for the throat. He hit the bear hard, but
somehow it remained standing. He fell away from the bear with a chunk of
flesh and fur in his mouth. He had missed the jugular vein and got a
mouthful of fat and skin instead. The bear swung one of its forelegs,
catching him in the ribs. He yelped while flying through the air. He hit a
tree hard and landed on his back, dazed. He couldn't breathe, his muscles
screaming in agony. He could still feel all four legs, so he hadn't broken
his spine. He did feel four new broken ribs and there were at least three
deep gouges that had went deep into the muscle of his side.
The bear grabbed the backpack and started shredding it, trying to get to the
food inside. It ignored the wolf, figuring that nothing would bother him
after that hit. Dagomarus knew that if he didn't get up now, the bear would
find her inside the tent next and that would not be good. He rolled over
onto his feet and got up slowly, trying to keep his movement out of the
bears notice. He moved off to the bears left flank, positioning himself to
make another attack on the wound he had inflicted the first time. The bear
ignored him, continuing to shred the contents of the backpack.
Dagomarus found his spot and gathered himself for one more leap. This time
the bear wouldn't be able to swipe at him so easily, or put as much force
into a swing. He didn't need to have another one of those. When the bear
shoved its head into the food wrappings, Dagomarus made his move. He shot
forward, digging his muzzle into the open wound on the bear's neck, reaching
that prize, the jugular and the windpipe in one bite. He bit down as hard as
he could, locking his jaws down on those precious tubes of life-sustaining
flesh and muscle. The bear reacted immediately by pushing off the ground,
standing up on its hind legs, trying to swing loose the ferocious wolf
locked to his throat. Dagomarus began to rake the bear's sides and belly
with his claws, trying to inflict as much damage as he could. He knew that
if he were shook loose, this would be his last chance of saving her. He
fought with every ounce of strength he could. The bear tried to growl and
roar, but the air had nowhere to go, Dagomarus had its windpipe squeezed
shut and the blood going to the brain was flowing out is neck instead.
The bear shuddered and let loose one last spasm of fight, but it was over.
The bear fell to the ground, carrying Dagomarus with it. They landed with a
huge thud; almost three thousand pounds of muscle and bone combined hit the
ground. Dagomarus had twisted his body along the bear's side to keep from
getting smashed. He kept his hold on the bear until he was absolutely sure
it was dead. When he couldn't feel a heart beat for several seconds, he let
go. There was a slurping wet sound as he removed his muzzle from inside the
wound. He had done it!! He had killed the beast! Commodum habitus es Asinus!
I own your ass!
He was so relieved that he had killed the bear and saved her from certain
death. He was so proud of himself that he went right to the tent flap and
stuck his head inside to share his joy. A beam of light suddenly blinded him
and then she screamed and passed out. O stercus! He had just scared her out
of her mind. He felt like a complete dumbass, Asinus stultissimus, yep that
was him alright.
He left her where she was, he was dripping blood and he wasn't about to make
her any angrier when she woke up. He turned back to the bear carcass and
figured that it would be a shame to let all that fresh meat go to waste. He
tore into the bear and ate until he couldn't eat anymore. He left the
remains and went to the creek to wash up and finish healing. With that much
fresh meat in his belly, it wouldn't take anytime at all for his wounds to
heal, even his new ones.
She was dreaming of ferocious beasts growling and snarling at each other,
when she realized it wasn't a dream. There really was something outside her
tent making the most god-awful ground rumbling otherworldly noise she had
ever heard. Her hand shot out and found the space that the wolf had occupied
was empty and she couldn't see a thing. It was totally black inside the
tent. Then there was another growl, but this one was different, vaguely
familiar. Then it hit her--a grizzly bear made those sounds. But, that other
growl! Christ!! It made her blood turn to ice when she heard it again. She
could feel the concussion from that growl deep in her chest. That sound hit
her like a fist. It also set off a deep-seated fear; one that she had never
felt before, completely primal, way down deep in her subconscious, this was
something that primitive humans must have ran screaming into the night away
from. The grizzly made one more snarling growl in response and then it just
stopped and then the ground shook. Something massive had just hit the
ground. The next thing she heard was the distinctive sound of ripping flesh.
Thick fluid splashed onto the side of the tent. Then nothing. Total silence.
She could hear her heart thudding in her chest and thought it must be loud
enough to hear three miles away.
Movement outside the tent flap caused her to whimper. OH GOD!! Whatever is
out there is now going to rip into me! She started to franticly search for
the flashlight that she always kept next to her in the tent. Her fingertips
brushed up against the cool metal and she picked it up. She quickly figured
out which end was the correct one and just as she hit the button, the
massive head of her, 'friend'? slid past the flap and looked right into her
face. Two red orbs stared back at her, the massive jaws were dripping blood
and there were bits of flesh caught between the fangs. She screamed and then
passed out.
Her body shook violently and she sat up, whipping her head around looking
for the monster that was going to eat her alive. Nothing but her in the
tent; the flashlight still in her hand, but the batteries had long since
died. She looked at the sides of the tent and there it was, the dark brown
stains of dried blood splattered all over. No sign of her, 'friend'? It was
light outside, now. She could see just fine. She slowly crawled out of her
sleeping bag and inched towards the flap. Carefully, lifting the flap with
the end of the flashlight--Hey! Better to lose a flashlight than a
hand! --She looked out into the morning light and saw utter destruction. Her
backpack had been shredded, the contents strewn all over the campsite. Here
and there were large, dark brown stains on the pine needles. It was still
too early in the spring for flies to be out at this altitude, so the stains
were just as they had been made. Then she spotted the remains of what might
have been a grizzly bear. It was hard to tell now, there wasn't much left of
it. Something had eaten most of it, leaving the rest for the crows and
buzzards. She stepped around the still wet pools of blood on the ground,
scanning the area for the wolf. When she got to within a few feet of the
remains of the bear, she heard a noise to her left. She whipped her head
around, expecting to see a giant streak of gray just about to crash into her
and crush her.
Instead, she was looking at a very wet, but completely clean, gray wolf,
lying on its belly. Two eyes stared at her over the short distance, the
bandages were gone, but the eye was healed, complete, bright and looking
right into her. Then she noticed that the large bandage on his side was
missing as well. But instead of a gaping hole, there was fresh pink skin,
with just a hint of peach fuzz on it. He still had yet to move a muscle. He
was looking at her face with such concentration that it was very unsettling.
"What"- she squeaked, cleared her throat, tried again. "What happened to
your wounds? They are almost completely healed. Your eye is normal. That
shouldn't be able to happen over night. The hole is sealed, grown back.
How?" He shrugged with his eyebrows. Still not daring to move anything more.
Then she turned and looked at what remained of the grizzly, waving her hand
in the general direction of the carcass. "Then this. How? Nothing's tougher
or meaner than a grizzly." Again, he shrugged with his eyebrows. She took a
tentative step towards him. He scooted back on his belly, keeping the same
distance between them.
That made her stop. She looked into his eyes and understood what was there.
He was scared of her, or more accurately, for her. He didn't want to show
anything but utter submission to this woman. Tears started rolling down her
cheeks, her vision blurred as her eyes overflowed with tears. This great big
giant of a wolf had not only saved her life, but he was trying to make peace
with the fact that he had scared her senseless right after doing it. Her
legs gave out, landing on her knees, she held her arms out, reaching for
him. Then he was there, lying in front of her, gently licking the tears from
her face. Whimpering, trying to tell her how sorry he was for frightening
her so badly. After a few minutes of this, she finally got a hold of herself
and gently pushed his muzzle back. Giggling at the tickling sensations on
her cheeks, she finally wiped her eyes on her sleeve. Sniffling and smiling
at him, "What am I going to do with you?" He got that big grin on his face
and his tail started wagging back and forth. "Whoomphhh!" The force of the
answer blowing the hair out of her face.
She giggled and reached up to run her fingers around his formerly injured,
no, ruined! eye. Her long thin fingers gently caressed the fur around the
eye. She marveled at the colors! So deep! It was like looking into the
deepest, bluest lake. Yet, underneath that deep sky blue, was something
else, violet swirls, that shifted with the dappled light filtering down
through the pine trees. She could feel herself slipping into a dream-like
state as she stared into those eyes. What was she feeling? Happiness? Yes.
But underneath that was something not so happy, troubled, frightened, and
what? Then it hit her, pain! Oh GOD! The pain!! It ripped into her heart
like a scythe cutting down wheat. The sob that burst out of her throat
nearly ripped her vocal cords. The wolf jerked his head out of her hands,
severing that connection that had unexpectedly formed between the two. He
jumped up to his feet, stretched his neck out pointing his nose into the sky
and let loose with a howl that filled the morning air with such sadness that
the surrounding sunlight seemed to dim because of it. The sub-harmonics that
filled the valley floor turned the atmosphere into a liquid, too thick to
breathe, suffocating. When the cry trailed off into silence, the woman found
two paws holding her face, the wolf on his back, reaching up the only way he
could to touch her and hold her, almost like a human lover would comfort
her. His whimpering had increased and she could tell that he had tears
streaming out of his eyes as well. She could feel the dampness on her legs
as he laid his head in her lap.
There was a hollow feeling in her chest, right where her soul should be, but
it felt so empty! So cold!! Her shivering increased until her whole body was
vibrating with it. Then she heard him crooning to her, trying to comfort
her. The pads of his paws felt warm on her cheeks. Slowly, she started to
warm up, the shivering stopped, and then she felt the love pouring through
those huge paws into her face, through her blood, into her heart. When she
had finally recovered from the shock of that connection, she took a deep
breath through her nose, filling her lungs to maximum capacity. She could
smell him now, that deep musky odor of MALE, mixed with the raw iron scent
of blood. Slowly she released the air from her lungs, blowing it out her
mouth, through the silky soft hairs on the bottoms of those giant paws. She
was holding those paws to her cheeks, forcing them into the skin, reveling
in their softness. Finally, she was back to normal, and she slowly pulled
those paws from her face. She ran her fingers over them, rubbing them,
caressing them, squeezing them. She couldn't get enough of him. When she had
her fill, she gently released them and he slowly rolled over onto his belly
and laid his head back into her lap. Not looking into his eyes, not wanting
to repeat THAT experience any time soon, she softly asked him, "Who are
you?" His only response was to croon softly, causing her blood to run fast
for a few seconds. Then he stopped when he realized what effect that was
having on her. Ever so slowly he stood up and backed away from her, standing
just out of arms reach.
He stared off into the deep forest, listening to the birds as they began to
sing again. Just having this much space between her and him, felt like a
chasm. She didn't like that feeling at all. She wanted to touch him again,
have him touch her again. When she started to reach for him, he curved his
body away from her outstretched hand and took another step away, just to
make sure. "Don't. I want to touch you. I have to touch you. I feel so empty
when we can't touch." A single tear began to trickle down her cheek. He saw
it out of the corner of his eye. He hung his head down to the ground, his
nose almost touching the pine needles.
The thoughts racing through his mind were almost too much to comprehend. How
could he forget what effect his gaze would have on this woman? It had been
so many years. He had run away from the humans so this wouldn't happen
again. He had spent so many years running wild with his distant cousins
through the forest and the rolling hills, almost forgetting what he was, who
he was, and what would happen if he ever got near the humans again. VAE!!! I
am so raptus regaliter it isn't funny! It hit him like a bolt of lightning!
Latin! I'm thinking in Latin again. Gods! How many years has it been since
that has happened? He remembered that he had started doing it last night
without even realizing it.
The sound of soft weeping next to him brought him back to the present real
fast. He turned to look at his new love, hearing her soft voice, almost too
soft, but he could hear it just as clear as if she had shouted it. "Don't
you love me?" She was trying to get him to look at her. He took two steps to
her and draped his head over her shoulder, growling deep in his chest.
Trying to get her to understand. Of course, I love you!! Why do you think
I'm so miserable!! But all he could manage was the soft growl. She started
laughing into his chest, when she understood what he was trying to say. "You
DO love me!!" She hugged him so tight; he almost felt the squeeze through to
his bones. He grunted, giving her a hard time over her hug of death. She
pushed him back and then stood up.
"You aren't really a wolf are you?" Hope trying to spring into her eyes as
she figured out that her new 'love' walked on all fours! He looked at her
with a deep sadness in his eyes, and then began to move his head up and
down. Yes, I am. Well, not completely, but for right now, yes. Even though
this wasn't said in any way out loud, she could read it in his eyes and the
expression of his 'face'. When that had a chance to sink in, she began to
think about what new lovers are supposed to do to show how much they love
each other and then the blush started rising up her face, until it was
almost a beet red and it went all the way to her scalp. "Oh." Her voice got
so small. He quickly caught on to what she was thinking and he couldn't stop
it, the wolf actually starting laughing. The deep rumble came out of his
chest; the chuffing was almost continuous. He didn't have any problems with
that act, or acts as the case may be, but he could see how that mental image
scared her to death. Uh oh. She's getting mad
"Stop laughing at me! How can you be so crass! Good girls aren't supposed to
do that! Hell! Bad girls aren't even supposed to do THAT!" He backed up a
couple paces, stretched out his forelegs putting his head down between them,
but leaving his butt in the air. He bowed before her, hoping that the
incongruous image of a giant wolf doing this would diffuse her anger and
shame. "Oh, stop it. I'm trying to be serious here for a minute." He cocked
his head and pushed his ears at her, in the classic, HUH? -face that all
canine, and lupines, have. "Quit it. Now." Uh oh, this isn't working. She's
really pissed. He watched her carefully for the next few moments as he could
see her thinking things through. She took several deep breaths, in through
her nose, out through her mouth. Something clicked deep in his memory. Oh,
yeah. Those crazy monks in those orange robes used to do that just before
they kicked your ass. He stepped back, just in case this might be one of
those times. She caught the movement, and squinted at him. He froze; like a
deer in the headlights, he froze.
VAE!! She was a hot one. She will make an excellent alpha!! The thought of
her being his alpha female started things to flow, primarily, blood to a
certain organ. Before he was fully aware of it, his shaft had slipped out of
its sheath and had begun to swell. Again, the slightest movement caught her
eye and then her eyes went WIDE!! The size of that thing!! WHOO BOY!! "That
is NOT going anywhere near me! You understand!!" Her voice had taken on the
heat of a blast furnace but her face was cold as ice. He looked down at his
expanding member, and then watched it slip right back where it had escaped.
The only tell tale sign that anything had happened was a few drops of
pre-cum dripping from the hairs around the opening of his sheath. He brought
his head back up, and looked at her with a 'who? Me?' expression.
"Jesus Christ!! I thought I was having a hard time trying to fight off 24
years of cultural stigma of doing that with you, but then I see that. My
God!! That won't fit, even if I wanted to!" He let her blow off some steam.
He knew it would fit. Several past experiences had taught him that. As a
matter of fact, there was one woman in his past that absolutely adored it,
no, craved it! What was her name......Catherine? Then he got a mental flash
of her face. Whew! Gods! Was she ugly, but she loved to fuck the wolf. Then
he remembered that she had graduated to horses and he had left before even
he got twisted. No way was he going to take sloppy seconds from some
stallion. The hiss from his left let him know that his ruminations of the
past just might get him in trouble again. He looked at her to see what she
was hissing at. Oops. Once more the shaft retreated into the sheath.
"Is that all you think about? Sticking that monstrosity inside of me?" He
actually got a sheepish grin on his face and looked down at the ground. He
almost lost it again. Gods! I have to stop doing that. He finally got
himself under control and looked at her. Before she could say another word,
he chuffed at her and then moved his muzzle to point over her shoulder. She
turned and surveyed the wasted campsite. Her clothes, the food, the only
thing left standing was the tent and it was ruined as well. She'd never get
all that blood out of the nylon. Then the events of the previous night came
back to her. She stood there for a few seconds, and then turned back to him.
"Your right. We need to get out of here before something or someone else
finds this mess." She walked back over to the tent, retrieved her boots,
plopped down on the ground and began to lace them up. While she was doing
that, she stopped for a second, and then looked up at him. He tilted his
head, waiting for the question. "What's your name? I mean, I can't just go
around calling you, Wolf? Can I?" The irony of the situation did not escape
him, but he waited for her to remember that, no vocal cords, no speech. Then
it was her turn for the light blush and the look. "Sorry, forgot. I feel
like you have been talking to me, when in reality, you're just looking at me
making funny noises and faces, and I can somehow tell what you are
thinking." He grinned. Not everything, my love.
She reached into the tent and rolled up her sleeping bag with her pillow and
the flashlight. Those were the only three things that had survived the
mauling intact. Well, almost. She spotted her wallet next to one of the
trees and retrieved it. "Well, at least I have this. Now I can buy us
dinner." She began walking up hill. She continued to talk. "When we get to
my truck, I'll put you in the back and we can go back to my place in town."
He stopped right there and whoophed at her. She turned around to see what he
wanted and then she looked at his face. Fear. Real fear. "Oh, crap! That's
right, someone shot at you yesterday and nearly killed you! And now here I
am trying to take you back to the same type of people who wouldn't blink an
eye before putting several more right where that one had went." She sat back
down and started to think about the alternatives. Then she thought of it.
Yes!! "There's an old abandoned Ranger shack ten miles from here. It's over
that way." She pointed towards the northwest. "I can go back to town, get
more supplies, and then trek back out here. Luckily the fire access road
goes almost all the way to the old shack, so I won't have to hike far to get
to it." He nodded approval of her plan. She got this funny look on her face
all of a sudden. He was waiting for it to come out. "Uhm...What sort of dog
food do you like?" He leaped right at her. She squealed and started running
full tilt up the hill towards her truck. He was snapping at her butt the
entire way.