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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Lupine Dreams--Chapter 3 (fant-rom-no sex-Mwerewolf/F)
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Date: Tue, 06 Sep 2005 22:10:03 -0400
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WARNING: This story contains adult material. If you aren't supposed to
read stuff like this, then don't.

Story Notes: This is a work of fiction. All characters are purely the
work of my over-active imagination. The places might be real, but all
details are FICTION!

Author's Note: I am reposting this because I fixed some faults with the
formating and some grammatical mistakes. I tried to edit it as best I
could. For those of you who have already read this chapter, there are
some word changes, but the story is unchanged. I have also reposted these
fixed chapters on the {ASSTR} website under the author listing:
Islador/Lupine Dreams

I would appreciate any input you might have about this story. Feel free
to do so at the following email address:

Islador at lycos dot com

Copyright 2005 Islador All rights reserved. I mean it.

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Lupine Dreams---Chapter 3



							
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.  

"You're 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.  

"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.


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