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Dare Two
Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only. rache696@yahoo.com http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm
Story Codes: F/Dog+, M+/F, Bestiality, Fantasy, Ds, Romance

Dare Two
by Rachael

Chapter Six


It was in the twilight, the grey world between day and night, and I
was moving amongst the people. I'd left the house, sneaking away
because I didn't need or want my brothers to follow me. I thought
perhaps that I was looking too far, when there were a lot of people
living on the reservation.

The Native Americans knew me already; most of them had seen me at
least once, during the Awakening, but little beyond that. I was more
like a rumor, I suppose, a ghost maybe, and some of them understood
and accepted me, but many didn't. I had little knowledge of that,
however, just as I knew next to nothing about any of my neighbors.
Except for Joe and his family, White Cloud and a few of the tribal
elders, I hadn't spoken with anyone. My new Master could be among
them, I thought, and I was trusting my spirit to guide me. It seemed
as if I should recognize my new Master instinctively, if I could just
find him.

I moved through the reservation cautiously and for the most part it
wasn't concentrated as a real town might be, but sprawled across the
land. There were large trailers and small houses here and there, with
fields and small tracts of land, much of it wild and overgrown, to
separate the families. I couldn't say how many people were there, but
it seemed like a lot and I became hopeful as I ran and crept and even
crawled through the reservation.

I watched the people moving about, many of them outside to enjoy the
warm summer evening after their dinners, or visible through their
windows as they sat inside, watching television or reading or whatever
it is people do. I could smell the place and the humans, strong and
strange smells, different from the home in which I lived, but familiar
all the same. Too strong though, the scents and sounds as well, too
loud were all these people and I felt overcome at times by my senses.
I was nervous and my heart would leap at every alien noise.

I was determined though, and so I was moving as a wolf might, from
shadow to shadow, staying low and wary. I approached from downwind so
much as possible, though even when I was caught by the shifting breeze
the people didn't seem to notice me at all on the air. I didn't
completely trust these humans, not for any real reason except that I
was not one of them. It was very much like trailing the pack in the
hills, on those occasions when I would venture high and look for
Chance, my mate. I would be wary of the other wolves and watch them
from a distance. This was the same for me and if I was always struck
by the differences between my human self and my animal nature, now I
was also reminded of the similarities.

"Who's that? What are you doing there?" A woman had spied me and it
was late already, the sun having set, but she'd seen me moving as I
crossed her yard, wanting to look through the windows into her
trailer.

She wasn't so old and pregnant maybe, sitting in a chair and smoking.
I could smell the acrid smoke and it made my nose itch. She had a dog
and children inside, I could hear them arguing and a man's voice
yelling something, probably telling them to be quiet, or go to sleep.
The dog was what caught my attention though, even more than the woman
who was staring at me. It was a male and large, like a German
shepherd, and he was up and barking at me.

I gave him soft barks of my own and stepped back, into the shadows as
the dog came close, jumping from the porch. He was curious and
protesting my late visit, but that was all. The woman said nothing
more, or if she did I didn't hear her. Perhaps she thought her dog
would run me off, but I was waiting for him, getting down to meet him
and he sniffed me for a moment and then stood there as I pressed my
nose close to his belly. Being a female, I was no threat to him and
dogs had always liked me anyway.

He satisfied himself and decided I wasn't in heat, and so the animal
went back to the woman, laying down close to her feet with his head
and ears up, staying alert but relaxed.

"Get out of here. Go on. I don't know what you're doing, but do it
someplace else..." The woman was telling me and her words meant very
little to me except that there was no Master for me there.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Sometime later, maybe a week or more after my futile and incomplete
search of the house for a newspaper, the paper which advertised for
things like dog girls and presumably masters, I brought up the subject
with Joe during one of his evening visits.

I was signing a check, slowly and deliberately writing my name on the
bottom so that Joe could buy more food and vitamins and soap, and all
the things that we needed and which I'd always taken for granted. I
was also paying the two boys, Jay and Mike, for the work they did
everyday, although Joe told me they should be paying me, since they
were having sex with me as often as they could. He promised me he'd
talk to them about that, but I hadn't complained or anything and I
didn't mind it very much anyway.

"Joe?" I asked and my voice cracked even on that one simple word. I
hadn't spoken in a long time.

"Huh? Yeah Dare, what is it?" He looked at me with some surprise and I
think he was used to my silence.

"I...We..." I looked at my three brothers who were sitting on the floor
because it was cooler than our bed. "...need a Master."

"Ahhhh..." The big Indian licked his lips and blinked at me and I
wondered if I'd chosen the right words or not.

"A new Master." I tried. "For us."

"Right, yeah, well..." He cleared his throat. "...I'm not exactly sure how
to go about finding you one of those." He chuckled softly and I tilted
my head. 

"Why?" I asked.

"I don't even know how Jim found you." He scratched his head. "I mean,
there's probably a lot of guys who'd love to meet you, but you have to
be careful."

"Careful." I nodded cause that sounded important.

"Yeah, like...Well, you have a lot of money for one thing, Dare." He
said and I just shrugged, which made him laugh. "Right, I know you
don't care, but you need to think about it. Um, you have to find a man
who understands about your uh, situation, right?"

"Yes." I nodded seriously.

"I just..." He held up his hands. "...I don't know, Dare."

I finished signing the check, which I'd been doing on the hardwood
floor, and I sat up slowly, leaving the funny paper and pen on the
floor for Joe to pick up. My impression wasn't only that he couldn't
help me find a new master, but that he really didn't want to. Not
because he didn't want to help me, I'm sure Joe did, but only because
he had no idea about that sort of life and beyond what he shared with
me, Joe didn't want to know about it.

"Is that why you've been going around at night?" He asked, watching my
face to see if I was surprised that he knew about that. "Some people
have been talking. They don't understand what you're doing."

I just shrugged, having no real answer beyond the one Joe already
knew.

"You might want to just stay around here, okay?" The Indian cleared
his throat and he wasn't comfortable saying this to me. "I mean some
of the people around here, you know, they just don't...They don't know
what to think, see?"

He was telling me that I wasn't welcome around the reservation and he
plainly wished that were different, but I was going around after
sunset, naked and prowling the shadows. What would people be expected
to think of that? There wasn't any good reason for it, that a normal
person would understand, and while I'd been safely kept by my Master,
nobody had cared or even noticed. Now I was loose, the crazy girl who
thought she was a dog, and that would frighten people, the way all of
us are afraid of what we don't understand. 

It disappointed me, perhaps even saddened me, but I couldn't blame the
man for telling me. He was my only real friend and I depended on him,
much more than I knew, probably. I was mostly just frustrated because
there was nobody else I might ask to help me. I left Joe to sit there
and went outside, wanting to run suddenly. I needed to exercise and
lose some energy. I felt tight all over, coiled up and knotted. I was
happy with my brothers, there was little for me to complain about,
except for that longing I felt to be with someone who understood me.

The sun didn't set until late now and most often I was already asleep
by the time it did, but not this evening. The pack was high in the
hills now, ranging at the edge of the timberline where the mountains
started, and I'd heard them many nights in a row. My mate was there.
Chance was with them again and I needed him. I ran across fields and
into the forest, following trails made by animals and not men. It felt
good to run and my spirits were lifted in the cool shadows. I was
scratched occasionally by rough brush as I passed, but I hardly
noticed such things. My feet were calloused after two years without
shoes and even the sharpest rock was a mild discomfort at worst.

I howled as I ran and entered the high meadow, startling a deer and
her fawn so that they bounded quickly away. I laughed at them and kept
going, working my way higher until the grass thinned and the ground
became hard with loose shale and grey sand. There were trees here,
spread wide apart and they were ancient. Hardy pines growing from the
side of the mountain, their tops reaching a hundred feet or more into
the air. I was breathing hard by then and behind me I could see the
valley and the reservation spread out. I howled again, calling my mate
and he answered and his voice was joined by others. They were close,
but still higher than I was, in the place where they'd made their
summer dens.

I caught a brief scent of them as the winds shifted and then lost it
as the wind changed again. They were over a dozen adults now, this
small pack, their numbers swollen with the litters birthed some three
or four months earlier. I was moving slowly, cautiously and announcing
my presence with low barks until I could hear the pups fighting over
their mother's teats, or just playing roughly with each other. Their
small growls and yelps made me smile and they were there, just beyond
a short ridge in a shallow bowl of dirt and rocky outcroppings.

The leader was mature, but hardly old, and thick with muscle. He
challenged me before I'd come within even twenty yards of the place,
dropping his shoulders and baring his fangs. He growled with real
menace and his hackles bristled at the back of his powerful neck. I
dropped quickly, lowering my eyes and stretching my arms in front of
me. I kept my knees close to my hips and tummy and made my own soft
growls in reply.

Others watched and the younger wolves barked excitedly, prancing
around impatient for a fight. They knew me, most of them, but not
well. I'd never tried to join them before, not this way, but merely
trailed them on those occasions when they would hunt in the forest. I
would find Chance then and we would occupy ourselves without concern
for the pack, but this was different. I was an outsider, an intruder
and the animal's instincts told him I was a wolf, but his senses told
him I was a human. It was confusing to him and he was nervous and
frightened because of it.

I stayed very still, with my chin on the ground, my eyes focused on
his neck, avoiding the wolf's eyes and giving him dominion over me.
Chance was close, watching and making his own noises, pleading my case
if you'd like to think of it that way, but this was nothing so
complicated as that. It was a life and death decision; if he would
welcome me to stay, or drive me off and most likely try and injure me
in the process. If I'd had the body of a wolf to go with my spirit,
this would have been easy and being female I'd have been allowed to
stay.

He came closer, sniffing and growling and he didn't like my smell. I
stank of my brothers and the bed on which we slept. I smelled like
soap and dog food and Joe's hands upon my skin. I pushed myself back
slowly, understanding the rejection and hating it. The wolf didn't
attack me, but snarled and snapped his teeth with sharp barks that
told me to leave. I crawled back the way I came, without taking my
eyes from his body, ready to fight if it came to that and several
minutes later I was able to stand again.

It was an ache inside me, to be unwelcome as I was. I should have
known better than to expect otherwise. I settled some distance away
and Chance joined me finally, as the sun was setting and the night
grew chill. The ground was soft and loose with dirt and sand and I
pushed it this way and that, making a place for us to lie down. He
bathed me slowly while I stretched lazily, Chance's long red tongue
scraping across my body like wet sandpaper, as if we had all night for
only that. He still loved me, he was still my mate and while the other
wolves would sleep and groom each other and some would sing to the
moon, we would do the same.

I buried myself against the wolf's soft belly, curling up and hugging
him close. When sleep came for me, it was restless and filled with
dreams. A man was in them, speaking in a voice that wasn't human and I
tried to understand him, but I couldn't. He spoke as a crow and when
he flew away blood fell from his wings. I woke up in the darkness and
Chance was asleep beside me. The only sound was the wind as it came
over the mountains above us and there was no blood, no man there.

The dream was familiar to me, but I didn't know why. I didn't remember
having one like it before, but I felt very sure that I had. The dream
was fading though, receding faster the harder I tried to remember it,
slipping from my mind until it was gone and all I had left was only
that and nothing more. I stroked Chance, feeling his hot breath on my
skin and I reached between us to feel his cock, firm but well sheathed
and I didn't want to wake him.

Near dawn I left him there, walking down the hillside slowly. I
couldn't stay there, the other wolves weren't ready to accept me and
Chance would follow me in a few days. We'd meet in the forest and
spend our time there, alone and secluded, just a day or two every few
weeks. He was drawn to me, just as I was to him, but we couldn't exist
in each other's world. He had to be a wolf and I...Whatever I was, I
required a house and a master, and my bed and soaps and brushes.

I was very unhappy then.

By the time I reached the meadow, the sun was up, but not yet over the
mountains to the east. The grass was wet with dew and I bathed in it,
rolling my body in the cold damp, washing myself with just my hands
and then some bark I stripped from a young oak on the edge of the
clearing. The outside was rough, but inside it was soft and curved and
I smiled at the sensation of sloughing dirt and old skin from my body.
It was nice and when father sun finally did show himself, my spirits
were much improved.

"Don't stop." The man said and so I did stop, staring at him as he sat
beneath a brightly hued pine tree, green and young and rich with
moisture.

I was sitting in the grass and I stood up slowly, smelling the air,
but the wind was from my back and I couldn't find him on the air. He
was an Indian, like Joe, and perhaps a few years younger, or maybe
older, but thin and less friendly seeming. Not dangerous, but of a
serious nature and I felt my muscles tense, my calves and thighs, as
if I might spring away from some approaching threat that I couldn't
see yet.

"Do you know this tree?" He asked me and he was reaching for the
lowest branch, pulling at the needles, green, lush and fat.

I didn't say anything, of course, but merely watched as he gathered
some of the needles into the palm of his left hand. For a moment I was
afraid he was going to put them in his mouth and I started forward,
shaking my head. The tree was poisonous and animals didn't eat from
it. I wasn't sure if it would kill a human, but I had no wish to see
this man hurt.

"It's a yew." The man smiled. "It's poison, but you know that, don't
you? It's medicine too, like everything else. It's good and bad, see?"

He was putting the needles into a small leather pouch. The man wasn't
dressed differently from most of the Indians I'd seen. Boots, worn
jeans and a flannel shirt, but it was his hat that caught my attention
suddenly. Or not the hat itself, which was an old felt cowboy hat, a
Stetson I think they're called, but the feathers in it. They were
black with red edges at the tips, three of them, cocked at odd angles
as if they'd grown out of the wide leather band into which they were
fixed.

"Everything is good and bad," he sighed, "to something else. So long
as it's true to itself though..." He shrugged and closed his pouch. "...
The yew doesn't know if it's poison or medicine. It doesn't care. It
is what it is; we're the ones who decide. See? And sometimes we're
wrong."

"Crow." I said softly, pointing at his hat. His words made no sense
and it was my dream. He was talking but I didn't understand and he was
going to fly in a moment.

"Red Crow." He nodded. "Do you remember me?"

I nodded slowly, thinking he meant my dream, but then I realized he
was talking about something else and so I shook my head, which made
the man chuckle.

"Maybe, huh?" Red Crow smiled. "I understand."

He was standing up, dusting off his pants and lifting his hat briefly,
smoothing his long black hair back from his broad forehead. His eyes
were black, like the feathers in his hat, and I looked away when he
turned them on me. I didn't want him to fly, but I wasn't sure how to
stop him, or even why he should be important to me.

Red Crow didn't fly away; he merely turned into the forest and
disappeared, fading into the brush and shadows until he was lost to
me. I stayed in the meadow for a long while, until Chance found me
sleeping in the grass and awoke me with his tongue across my face and
then my breasts. His mouth moved down to my stomach and I laughed,
grabbing his fur and pulling him down. I'd hoped he'd find me as the
pack moved lower to hunt rabbits or possibly that fawn I'd seen
previously, if it strayed too far from its mother.

My sleep had been dreamless and I was tired after the night before,
but now I was awake and energetic and I played roughly with my mate.
We wrestled and growled and chased each other through the clearing.
Chance barking with a sound unlike any dog. I knew his speech and I
returned it, my throat growing dry and sore from the effort, but I
barely noticed and I lapped at the ground, where the grass was still
wet to slake my thirst. We didn't share thoughts or ideas, only
emotions and base desires and pleasures. The language of wolves is far
better suited to expressions of love than any human tongue. People
think too hard and wish to say too much, when all they have to do is
feel.

When Chance had me down, breathless and warm beneath his teeth, I
growled my desire and it said everything and all at once. His jaws
were around my throat, his sharp teeth working at the leather of my
collar which he liked to chew sometimes, and I closed my eyes, feeling
beneath him for his long fat cock as it had grown during our excited
play. The flanged tip was dripping and I caressed it, stroking my mate
to his full length and when he released me finally, I rolled over,
presenting my sex to him. Chance licked my cunt for a minute and then
mounted me, stabbing at my sex, and not finding it immediately, he got
off me. It is the way of sex with wolves, and dogs as well, and often
it will take three or four or even half-a-dozen mountings before they
will be satisfied.

We made love finally, rutting in the clean grass, under the endless
blue sky above us. My mate's cock filled me, his knot swelling inside
my sex so that he could deliver his orgasm to mix with mine. It was
beautiful and washed away my fears. I might have spent my entire life
in that moment and been happy for it. The only thing lacking was a
human to share it with, to share my life as I did with Chance. Both
were necessary to me, I realized, my mate and my Master, two aspects
of one ideal which could never be joined, because I could never be one
or the other, human or canine. I was both and I was neither.

That was my revelation, which was a very large thought for someone as
simple as I am. It was an understanding, I should say, and necessary
to my heart. I'd been unhappy with my rejection by the pack, far more
than I'd allowed myself to admit, just as I'd been rejected by the
Indian on the reservation. The human's would accept me, but only on
their terms. It was what Red Crow had been trying to explain to me
perhaps; that what I am is neither good nor bad except as others
perceive it. It hadn't been a question for me, and I think I knew that
instinctively, but now I had the expression of it and that was a
comfort. 

We slept for a little while after our mating, until it was time for me
to return to the house and my brothers. Joe would be worried, his sons
as well, and the other dogs would be agitated by my absence. Chance
needed to hunt and eat and I would see him again soon enough. I made
my way home deciding I'd return to the meadow the following day and
begin a den for us there, digging into the rich earth and making us a
place where I could stay for several days at a time. Like the den I'd
made the previous winter, I'd make a place for my mate to rest with
me. It was a nice thought and I was greatly cheered to have some small
purpose at last. I'd been far too lazy for far too long, I thought.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

White Cloud visited me often during the late summer and he was aware
of my unhappiness and understood the cause of it, I think. The old
Indian didn't speak with me, but he would look in on me and
occasionally prepare something for me to eat or drink and his
medicines calmed me somewhat. My brothers largely ignored him, as the
man seemed more a part of nature than a real human. I wondered
sometimes at his purpose and I had thoughts of trying to speak with
him, but I was afraid he would think that foolish and unnecessary and
I had no words anyway.

I'd made a den in the meadow and I'd spent much time there with
Chance, but it was getting into autumn and the rains had come, falling
cold from the northwest and the world was grey. We'd retreated into
the forest as the pack came out of the mountains and into the hills,
and I'd put myself to repairing our winter den and that was really the
balm which I found most soothing, devoting myself to my mate and
trying to forget that I was incomplete without a master. I had a hole
inside me.

And I dreamt often, finding myself awake in the small hours of the
night, breathless and shaking. Chance would be with me, sleeping or
perhaps awakened by my movements. He'd lift his head, checking the
night air and nuzzle me gentle, perhaps using his long tongue to
comfort me back to sleep. It was always the same, those dreams, or
near enough that the differences were blurred and meaningless. Always
a crow, dripping blood and speaking words I couldn't understand. He'd
fly and I'd chase, scenting the trail left by his scarlet tipped wings
and I would lose him, the bird disappearing through the trees and I
was desperate to follow. I had to keep up, to run faster, but I
couldn't and the blood would dry to dust and blow away. Or sometimes
in my dreams it would rain and the trail would be lost beneath my nose
and searching eyes.

Joe was worried, his two sons as well, and I found myself avoiding
them and becoming suspicious that my friend's intent was to keep me
for himself somehow. The man wouldn't help me find a master and I was
unreasonable in my doubts, forgetting all he'd done for me and there
was just a small part of my mind that realized what was happening. I
was becoming wild, the way a pet will if she's left on her own in the
wilderness. I needed to survive and the house no longer afforded me
comfort, nor did my brothers it seemed and I'd deny them my attentions
for long periods, growling and snapping at one of them if he tried to
arouse or even play with me.

Only Chance could comfort me then, him and the Indian medicine man,
but White Cloud was no master either and his magic only pushed the
inevitable a few more days or weeks into the future. It was becoming
harder to return to my home and finally a morning would come when I
wouldn't leave the forest at all and I knew I couldn't survive the
winter. My form was too frail for that, too weak and ill-suited and I
wouldn't care by then. I'd sleep finally and no longer dream.


end of 06

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