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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Lupine Dreams--Chapter 1 (fant-rom-no sex-Mwerewolf/F)
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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

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Lupine Dreams--Chapter 1





	The cold, crisp morning air of the Front Range made the plumes
of steam rising from the nostrils of the huge gray wolf stand out
in the sunlight.  The first rays of sunlight sparkled in the
treetops as he looked out over the rolling hills in front of him.
 Dotting this frosted tan landscape were his prey, cows.  They
were huddled together for warmth in the early morning but were
starting to spread out for the days feeding.  He was going to eat
well today.  The humans had not been out here for several days
and he knew he could make a quick kill and feast before the
humans would return.

	He had watched their routine for several days, as they rode
their horses along the boundary of their land.  Last night they
had packed up the horses in a trailer and had driven off, leaving
the cattle to roam the hills.  He had to be very careful about
how many cows he and his pack of cousins took.  If they hit one
ranch too many times, the humans would hunt them down and kill
them.  This had happened before, when he had gotten too
complacent in his territory and lording his power over these
smaller cousins of his.  Normally, the smaller ones would never
try to take a full size cow, just the sheep where they could find
them.  He was tired of rabbits and field mice, the normal fare
his cousins ate.  Today they would feast on beef. 
 
	He was already drooling, thinking about how good it would feel
to sink his muzzle into the soft belly of a fat cow and slurp up
the blood that would gush out.  He shuddered in an almost
orgasmic wave and then turned to look at his pack.  They were
waiting for his signal to begin the chase.  None of them even
thought about twitching a muscle before he issued a command, they
had all learned this from how their former alpha male had gone
down in a flurry of blood and gristle.  The new alpha male was
beyond anything the small ones had ever experienced.  Their
racial memory told them that this giant and his brothers had once
ruled the mountains and valleys, but not anymore.  The one thing
that really made the pack uneasy was that the new alpha male
hadn't taken any of the females after killing the old alpha. 
This was what always happened when a new alpha came into power,
but not this giant.  He would just nip and growl at the females
that tried to push themselves at the new alpha, vying for
position in the pack.
  
	The alpha took one last sniff of the morning breeze and then
signaled the rest to begin the hunt.  They slowly spread out as
the alpha began to trot down the hillside.  His pace was much
slower than the others, giving the others time to flank the herd
of cattle.  They slipped under the barbed wire fence unseen by
the cows and began to surround the herd.  The alpha stayed low in
the tall grass at the fence line, knowing that his color and bulk
would give himself away too soon.  He wouldn't take chase until
the others had spooked the herd and the slowest could be
separated out.  The pack of coyotes had finally reached their
positions when the beta male made his move.  Before the beta male
took three steps it's head suddenly exploded in a spray of red
and gray, the body whipping around with the force of the
explosion.  Then the sound rolled over the valley.  Gunfire! 
Then three more coyotes went down in a similar fashion and the
unmistakable sounds of rifle shots thundered through again.

	The adrenaline surge hit the alpha like a freight train, but his
mind fought the urge to bolt.  If the bullets hadn't found him
yet, then the well-hidden humans couldn't see him.  The muscles
bunched under his fur in preparation for flight, but he knew that
if he ran now, he'd never make the tree line before his own head
would explode with a high power rifle bullet.  The rest of the
pack had already started back for the tree line and he could see
the puffs of dirt bursting next to some of them as the humans
began to fire wildly at the retreating coyotes.  Most of them
didn't make it, but a couple did.

	After several minutes had passed, the humans began to reveal
their hiding places.  He watched as several lumps of grass rose
up and sprouted legs. 'Those devious bastards!' thought the
alpha.  Very carefully he lowered himself even deeper into the
brush along the fence line.  Making sure he didn't bend a single
blade of grass to give his position away.  The sound of laughter
brought his attention back to one of the walking grass heaps that
had come within fifty yards of his hiding place.
  
	"We showed those fuckers something, didn't we boys!"

	"Yeah, that'll be the last time they try to take one of our
cows."

	"Did you see that first shot?  I love this new rifle!" 

The last voice came from his left.  He slowly moved his head to
get a better look at the one who had shot his second in command.
The tall human had pulled his grass cover back and was holding
his rifle up for the others to see.  The alpha memorized every
detail of that face, burning it into his anger filled mind.  He
watched them come together and then they walked around to gloat
over their kills.  When they had their backs turned squatting
over the body of his former second, he knew his one chance for
escape had presented itself.

	Like one of the rifle shots, he was out of the grass and running
full out for the tree line.  He heard the shouts of surprise and
the curses of the humans behind him as they realized their error.
 The sharp crack of a supersonic bullet whipped by his head as he
was approaching the top of the hill.  Just as he thought he had
escaped their line of sight, the blinding hot pain erupted in his
side as a second bullet found its mark.  His left lung filled
with blood immediately and he could barely breathe, but the
adrenaline and the momentum of his full out run kept him going
forward over the top of the hill.  The blood in his lungs shot
out his nostrils as he kept running, fighting to stay up on his
feet, he continued for the trees.  One more shot rang out as he
passed the first pine tree and the bark exploded in his face,
blinding his right eye.  The pain was almost unbearable; he
didn't have the breath to waste on a yelp, he just kept running.

	He ran for another minute before he was forced to slow his pace.
 The adrenaline had begun to fade, and the pain in his side
increased.  Coughing up a large gout of blood from his lung, he
stopped.  Looking back, he made sure the humans weren't going to
try and come after him.  Listening carefully for any sounds of
running footsteps or worse, engines starting up, he tried to look
back, but the blood in his right eye still hadn't cleared. 
Satisfied that he had no pursuers, he shifted his direction and
headed for the creek that was about a mile away.
	
	By the time he reached the creek, his whole body ached with
fatigue.  His left lung still wouldn't stop oozing blood and he
had to constantly cough it up.  He carefully lowered himself into
the frigid water, welcoming the cold shock that suddenly flashed
through his body.  It helped to clear his mind, snapping him out
of his more primal state of pain.  Letting the cold water flush
out his wounds, he realized that his right eye still didn't clear
up.  He slowly turned his head to look at the wound in his side.
He could see the shattered remnants of three ribs poking out of
the gaping wound.  The flesh and muscle shredded by the impact of
a hollow point rifle bullet.  Oh, this is bad, he thought to
himself.  No wonder he couldn't get his lungs clear of blood.

Slowly lowering his muzzle to the water, he began to drink as
much as his empty stomach would hold.  He knew he needed to
replenish the fluids he was losing from his wounds.  After
filling his belly with the cold, clear water of the creek, he
moved back to the bank and pulled himself out of the water. 
Looking back at the way he had come, he could see the blood trail
he had left.  He needed to get moving soon.  Those cunning humans
would follow this trail and find him.  Turning back to the creek,
knowing it was going to sap his strength quickly if he stayed in
it too long, he began to walk up stream.

	He walked about a half mile before getting out of the creek on
the opposite side.  Figuring that the humans wouldn't want to
cross this creek with the water temperature as low as it was,
plus the distance he had traveled almost guaranteed they wouldn't
find his trail.  Still leaving a blood trail, he walked into the
woods and headed for the Front Range.  He picked a valley between
two peaks and used that for his reference point to keep from
turning towards his wounded side and walking in circles.  He
really wanted to stop and rest, but he knew that he had to put as
much distance between himself and those guns as possible.  He
quickly fell into a fugue state and just kept putting one paw in
front of the other, staring at the valley.

	When he finally made the valley late in the day, he knew that no
one had followed him.  The sounds of the forest were normal.  He
looked at the wound in his side and could still see blood oozing
out of it, but the flow had slowed to a trickle.  He hadn't had
to cough as often, so he knew that his insides were starting
heal.  His right eye still didn't work and the pain from it was
constant.  Not having that eye working really threw his depth
perception off; he had walked into several trees on his trek
because of it.  He knew as the sun went down and the light
failed, it would get even worse.  Still, he didn't want to stop.
The deeper into the forest he got, the safer he would feel.

	He had walked another five miles when he heard a sound off to
his left.  Something was out here in the forest, something larger
than a rabbit.  The wind had died down, so he couldn't smell
anything strange.  He stopped and listened for another clue as to
what was out here.  The sound of liquid hitting the pine needles
drifted out of a copse of scrub brush.  He cocked his head
towards the bushes as the sound trailed off.  Then more rustling
as something large shifted against the branches.  Before he could
move to hide, a tall human female stepped out of the brush, still
looking down as she snapped the top button on her pants.  She
looked up as she took another step and they made eye contact. 
She froze in mid stride with her hands out in front of her.  They
were about ten feet apart, looking at each other.

The smell of her fear hit his nostrils like a slap in the face. 
The urge to leap at her throat and tear her apart hit him full
force.  Fear equaled food in his mind.  But he was in no shape to
leap anywhere right now.  He realized that any sudden movement
would tear his wound open again and he wasn't so sure he wouldn't
bleed out before any food got to process in his stomach.  Neither
one of them had made a sound since she had stepped out of the
bushes.  Taking his silence as a sign that an attack was not
going to happen she slowly lowered her hands.  He watched her
carefully to make sure she wasn't trying to pull a small gun out
of her clothing.
  
	"Please don't bite me.  I'll leave you alone if you leave me
alone."

Her voice was barely audible, just above a whisper.  The
expression on her face had changed from terror to pleading.  A
single tear flowed down her cheek.  He continued to stare at her
with his one good eye, not making a sound or moving a muscle.  He
knew how dangerous humans could be in panic situations.  If she
had a gun, she could really do him some major damage before he
killed her.  He didn't need any more damage to his already broken
body today.

	"If I give you some food will you go away?"

This last statement peaked his interest.  Food.  Hell yes, I want
some food!  He chuffed through his jowls, spraying blood out his
nostrils.  He slowly moved his head up and down.  She jumped at
his movement and sound.  Then she looked at him closer, he
watched her carefully to make sure she wasn't trying anything
sneaky.

	"You want some food?"

This time her voice had a little more authority to it, almost up
to a normal level.  Again, he chuffed and moved his head up and
down, hoping this female would understand that he had answered
her question.  She got a funny look on her face and tilted her
head to the side a little, mimicking the age-old posture that
dogs have when they hear or see something they don't understand.
This struck him as extremely funny and he couldn't help himself,
he started chuffing repeatedly.  Then the pain from his wound hit
and he stopped abruptly, causing him to cough up more blood.  The
woman watched this display with stunned surprise on her face, but
the look changed to concern as she watched him cough up the blood
and finally noticed the gaping wound in his side.

	"Oh my God! Your hurt!  You poor thing!"

He could hear the real emotion in her voice this time.  He knew
she wasn't a threat now.  He moved his head up and down again and
watched her carefully.  She slowly moved her right hand towards
the lower pocket on her coat.  He followed the movement but
didn't make any noise.  She carefully pulled out a shiny red and
silver packet, showing him that it wasn't anything threatening. 
He continued to watch her but he visibly relaxed when he saw that
it was a food packet and not a gun.  Taking this as a good sign,
she carefully peeled the packet open and removed a dark brown
bar.  Taking it by her forefinger and thumb, she gently tossed
the bar in front of him.  Giving her a look of 'Don't you dare
move!' he slowly lowered his head and sniffed at the bar.  The
smell brought back memories, flashes of ladies in frilly dresses
and their laughter while they popped little brown balls in their
mouths and smiled.  Taking one more look in her direction,
noticing that she hadn't moved, he slowly picked up the candy and
started to chew.  The taste was sweet, with a nutty flavor mixed
in.  He quickly swallowed the food bar and looked at her again.

	"Sorry, that's all I have on me."

Her voice clearly conveyed that she really was sorry that she
couldn't give him more.  He continued to stare at her.  Waiting
for her to make the next move.

	"I have more food back at my campsite.  If you promise not to
bite me, I'll give you more."

This time she had more confidence in her tone, growing bolder
with the fact the giant wolf hadn't attacked her, and somehow it
understood her.  He studied her for a few seconds, and then moved
his head up and down, chuffing through his jowls.  She looked to
her left and then slowly began to step in that direction.  She
continued to face him, watching to see if he moved.  He let her
get several paces away before took a step to follow her.  He
didn't want to panic her at this point, especially if she was
willing to give him more food.  She kept looking back over her
shoulder so she wouldn't trip over any branches and she slowly
walked back to her camp.
  
	She stopped at the edge of the small clearing where her tent was
set up and there was a small pit dug into the ground with wood in
it.  She waited for him to come closer, but he stayed several
feet away.  Still not completely trusting her yet, he waited for
her to go into the tent and retrieve the food she had promised. 
After staring at each other for several moments, she finally
broke the silence.

"You really won't bite me?"

The fear had crept back into her voice as she realized she would
have to turn her back on him to open the tent and get the food. 
He slowly moved his head side to side.  She shivered as she
realized that the giant wolf had once again appeared to
understand her question.  Moving slowly, she turned and opened
the tent flap.  Reaching inside she pulled a large backpack out
of the tent and carefully opened the top.  She pulled out a bag
of beef jerky and slowly tossed the pieces at him one at a time.
By the third piece he was standing within throwing distance
started catching the pieces before they hit the ground.  When the
bag was half empty, he looked at her and moved his head back and
forth, signaling that he didn't want any more.  He continued to
stare at her for a few seconds and then he licked his chops and
began to look around the campsite.  He didn't see any immediate
water source.  The look of recognition suddenly flashed on the
woman's face as she caught on to what he was looking for.

	"Oh shit!  I bet you are really thirsty after eating all that
salted beef.  Let me get you a bowl and I'll get you some
water."

Her voice was normal, with no trace of fear.  She opened another
pocket on the backpack and pulled out a small silver oblong
container.  She flipped open the lid and removed all the other
items from inside it and set the bowl on the ground.  Reaching
inside the tent again, she pulled out a large jug and filled the
bowl with fresh water.  He waited for her to back up; when she
was several paces away from the bowl, he stepped forward and
began to lap up the cool water.  He emptied the bowl, and then
stepped back.  He looked at the bowl and then at the jug in her
hands.
	"You want more?"

He chuffed his response this time and waited for her refill the
bowl.  She slowly walked up to the bowl and refilled it. 
Stepping back to where she had been before, he walked forward and
lapped it all up, leaving the bowl slick with his saliva and
blood.  Now that he had sated his hunger and thirst, the pain
from his wounds returned full force.  He decided he would trust
this female human.  Slowly, he lowered himself to the ground,
grunting in pain as the shattered ends of his ribs shifted in the
wound.  Finally resting on his side, he laid his head down and
closed his good eye.  Several minutes passed before he heard her
move.  He let her get within arms reach before he opened his eye
and looked at her.  He didn't move his head; he just laid there
looking up at her. 
 
	"What happened to you?  That looks like a bullet wound.  Did
someone shoot you because you attacked them?"

Her questions just streamed together in a rush as her anxiety
showed through.  He continued to just look at her, not moving. 
Finally, realizing that he wasn't going to do anything but look
at her, she calmed down and took a closer look at his wound.

	"How are you still alive with that gaping hole in your side?"

This time her voice had true emotion in it, she was really
concerned and in awe of this giant animal.

  "You must be as tough as you are big."

Taking one more look at the wound, she met his gaze and seemed to
come to a decision.

"If our agreement still holds, I'll bandage your wounds."

For several seconds he looked into her eyes, consciously noting
they were deep green with flecks of gold.  There was no deception
in that gaze, just a deep concern for another living being that
was hurt.  He took a deep breath, slowly releasing it though his
nostrils, creating little bubbles of blood.  Taking this as a
sign that he would let her treat him, she reached for her
backpack and removed the first aid kit.  He watched her intently
as she removed several packets and tubes.  She opened one package
of gauze and tentatively reached towards the wound, watching for
the first sign that this giant wolf might change its mind about
sitting still for this.  When he didn't move, she touched the
lower edge of the hole and began to soak up the blood.  When the
gauze caught on the edge of one of the shattered ribs, he grunted
in pain, but didn't move his head.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

	She continued to clean the wound with the gauze, taking extra
care not to get the loose threads caught on the jagged edges of
the rib bones.  Once that was done, she opened a tube of
antibiotic cream and carefully rubbed it into the edges of the
wound.

"I don't know what to do with this size of wound.  I've never had
to deal with anything like this before.  There's too much missing
for me to try and stitch it back together."

  She was kneeling there next to him with her hands resting on
her thighs staring at the wound with the look of utter
desperation on her face.  He slowly raised his head and carefully
inching his muzzle closer, he licked the back of her hand.  She
jumped and jerked her hand away from his mouth as she suddenly
realized that he had moved.  Her attention had been so centered
on the task before her that she hadn't noticed the movement. 
When she realized that he had simply licked her hand and hadn't
tried to bite, she relaxed and met his gaze.  

"I don't know what to do."

The desperation in her voice was clearly matched by the look on
her face.  He moved his muzzle under her hand and lifted it,
slowly shifting it back over to the largest packet of gauze that
she had removed from the first aid kit.

	Her first reaction was to jerk her hand back when he made the
move with his muzzle towards her again, but something in the look
he gave her made her pause.  She let her hand be moved and when
he laid her hand on top of the extra large gauze pad, her
reaction was one of utter amazement.  This wolf seemed to know
exactly what she had laid out and knew what it was for.  How
could this be?  What sort of wild animal could ever learn what a
first aid kit was, let alone have any knowledge of medical
practice.  It had responded to her voice and questions as if it
understood perfect English.  Was this some sort of bizarre dream?
 Had she accidentally eaten some bad mushrooms and this was the
result--a freaky hallucination?
  
	When she didn't immediately pick up the gauze pad and her eyes
glazed over like she was going into shock, he nudged her hand
again and pushed the gauze pad towards her.  She shuddered and
looked down at her hand, picked up the gauze and then met his
gaze.

"What ARE you?  You're not real, this is some sort of fucked up
dream I'm having."

  After this last statement, the wolf just looked at her and
chuffed, blowing little flecks of blood all over her hand and
arm.  He carefully opened his mouth just enough to grab the edge
of the gauze packet and tore the corner open.  Looking down at
the packet, she shuddered again and removed the gauze from the
wrapper.

"Alright, alright!  I get it.  I'll cover the wound with the
gauze.  Now stop blowing blood all over my clothes."

  She unrolled the gauze, folded it into a square patch large
enough to cover the entire wound, and taped it into place.

  "I don't know if this tape will hold with all that fur, but
it'll stay there as long as you don't try to get up."

  She gave him a stern look that a mother would give a child, and
the wolf rolled his one good eye in response.  At seeing the
expression on the wolf's face, she laughed for the first time
since meeting this strange beast.  Taking a closer look at his
face, she grimaced and hissed.

  "There's a splinter of wood in that eyeball.  God!  I bet that
hurts!"

  He just gave her one of those 'Duh!' looks and lowered his head
to the ground.  She twisted around and reached into the first aid
kit to retrieve the additional items necessary for this next bit
of treatment.  Sliding over to his head she sat down and crossed
her legs.  Patting her thigh to indicate where he should place
his head.

"Come on, let's get this over with.  That splinter needs to come
out or it will get infected and then you really will be in a bad
way." 

 He rose up and she scooted forward so his massive head would lie
on top of her thigh.

  "Shit! I must be crazy to let you be this close to me."

  Funny, I was thinking the very same thing, the wolf thought to
himself as he laid his head in her lap.  She twisted the cap off
the bottle and just before pouring it onto the wounded eye; she
met his gaze.

  "This might sting a little, so don't freak out and bite me or
anything, okay?" 

 He grunted and closed his eye.  Gently, she poured the saline
solution into the wounded eye, washing out the blood and mucus.

"This is the part that's really going to hurt, but I have to do
it."

He grunted again and kept his other eye shut.  He felt the tug
and then the sensation of the long sliver being pulled free of
the eyeball.  Finally it was over and the relief was immense.  He
released the breath that he had been holding and gave a giant
sigh of relief.  She poured more saline into the eye and then
began to put a gauze patch over the wound.

"Now you look like a pirate."

After she said it, she laughed.  He opened his good eye and
looked up at her.  Then she really started laughing as she
realized how totally bizarre the whole situation was.
  
	He started to get mad over the fact that she was laughing at his
pain.  Then he stopped, and soaked up the sound of her laugh.  It
was so nice to hear a female laugh, especially one that looked
this nice.  He finally let go of his tension and slowly closed
his eye, slipping down into unconsciousness.


















                         
                  
               
        



	                  
                       

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