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-The Dream That Turned Real Pt 5

(1P)- FirstPerson (3P)- ThirdPerson

(1P)

I woke up really late this morning. Or should i say afternoon?

I know this, because i picked up the remote to my stereo and hit the display button; It was 2:37PM.

"Why does it smell like cat piss in here?" i asked myself as i sat upright.

I expected someone to reply, but there was silence.

'Ryan?' I projected. Nothing. The Link had been broken somehow, my nose bringing me back to the question i left unanswered.

I sniffed around, before crossing my eyes to look at my snout, which had more of a feline shape, leonine to be exact.

(3P)

I almost freaked out at the thought: i tf'd into a lion, to which the five w's took effect, because, first off, i was turned by a werewolf i had just mated with, through fang, claw, blood and seed, making sure i would turn into the beast i had always wanted to be.

I jumped up, just missing the fan lights, before going to my door-hung mirror, and a huge roar-like scream reverberated throughout the house as i gazed upon my new form, but i wasn't just a lion, a Were-Lion.

Standing at a stocky half-foot shorter than my Wolven form, i had the same muscle set and fur color that my wolf form has, the only difference being my tail, ears, and muzzle were more lion shaped, and my mane was actually the same size as a lion's.

"Whoever did this to me, did a pretty good job." i said to myself, before i took one step and stopped, hearing a rubber-like squelch, like walking around in wet rubber sandals. i returned to the mirror to give myself a once over: ears, nose, arms, hands, tail, legs. I smiled, and heard a tiny 'sqweek' as i did so. I licked my fangs, 'sqweeeeek!'.

"Oh, what-" i said as i felt myself over, running my hands through my mane, all over my fur, even touching my hands against each other; All rubber.

"Oh, no!" i said. "This can't be! I can't be-" before a rubbery high pitched squeal escaped my throat, before some unknown force knocked me off-balance, as i landed on my rubbery ass.

If you saw my expression then, i was clearly freaked out, as my jaw literally dropped to the floor, before returning it back like in a cartoon.

This was unreal: How could i have become a rubber slash latex (i wasn't sure which) were-lion, when i was clearly happy with my wolven form?

I couldn't think clearly, as my mind was still bugging out at the discovery. I decided to go into the kitchen to get something to drink, before i saw a picture on the table. i picked it up and on closer inspection, it was the one Dan took while Ryan and i were in the shower, while i was still human, hugging with lips locked with each other. I instantly shed a tear at the memory, before i saw an arrow at the bottom. I flipped the picture over to see a note written on the back side of the photo:

(1P)

"Mike,

We left early to clean up at Ryan's place."

I knew then Dan wrote it.

"After we're done, we're gonna head over to WolfWerks to pick up your car, but don't worry, we won't go until you meet up with us, we'll be waiting at the bar until then.

"Best regards, Dean, AKA Dee."

"Okaaay, weird." i said before reading at the bottom.

"P.S. from Horscht:

I have left you my truck for transportation. You will find the keys in the truck, driver side sun visor."

(3P)

I then remembered the scene from Terminator 2 where he finally used the keys instead of hotwiring the vehicle, he flipped down the visor and caught the keys as they fell.

I then had the urge to go pee; i dropped the picture back on the table and went to the bathroom. I was naked (obviously through what happened last night), so i pulled my sheath down, sending a wave of pleasure i had never felt before, as my sheath slid down with ease. I grabbed my prick, which was now covered in semi-hard rubber bumps, sending another wave of pleasure that i tried to ignore as i aimed at the bowl and squeezed on my bladder, groaning as i let loose with a very musky stream of the yellow liquid, feeling myself get hard.

I slowly slid my hand down my length, then back up, feeling every hardened bump and vein. I repeated my movements before i caught myself beating off and stopped.

"Aw, fuck it, might as well see what i can do with this form."

So it began, as i went into the tub to finish what i started, leaning against the wall and resuming my pawing session, until i thought about my tail, which was as stiff as my dick.

I thought about how to control my tail, because it felt totally natural in my wolf form. Concentrating, i swished my tail back and forth, up and down, in diferent directions until i had complete control of it, before i caught myself thinking of some stories online, involving rubberfurs, fisting, and shoving your own tail up your ass.

I started with the 'tail-do', as i reached behind with my right hand (i usually paw with my left) and got ahold of my tail, positioning it at my hole and gently pushed the thick part of it in. I stayed my tail a moment, before trying to move the rest of my tail inward without using my hands; To my surprise, it pleasurably worked, as i moved my tail out to the tip, then in to the base, maneuvering it around the bends in my large intestine, silently moaning as i felt my tail deep in my guts before i thought of the next thing to try: Fisting, as i pulled my tail out with a satisfying 'pop', before reaching for a container of crisco the size of a large mayonnaise jar from the cabinet under the sink, diving my whole arm in it to the elbow, then shoving one grease-slicked finger up my ass, then two, then three...

I found myself with all five fingers up my bunghole to the second knuckle, finding the feeling pleasurable enough i didn't have to touch my dick, which had rose up to eleven inches of hardened rubber.

I thought about all those rubberfur stories and, without thinking, shoved my entire hand up my ass. I shot straight up at the feeling of it, enough to sweep me onto my keister again (i slipped) and sent more up in there to my elbow. i moaned a low growl as my arm stretched as i bent double, my face inches away from my pre-drooling cock, mouth open, and pumped my fist in and out of my ass, rubbing my prostate as i pawed to release, as the first shot of cum smacked me square in the face with enough force to physically feel it, aiming the rest in my mouth, the taste wonderfully delish as i dove down and started sucking it down as i pumped my fist harder before pulling it out with a loud 'blop' sound, and my salty flow dribble to a stop.

I panted from the experience, knowing what i was fully capable of, and slowly stood as my cock shrank and squelched back into it's rubbery sheath.

"okay.... i guess it's not all that bad." i said to myself. "Although..."

I thought about how to return back to my non-rubber werewolf form. The first method i tried worked.

I thought really hard about my original werewolf form, in very graphic detail, from my eyes, what i saw in the mirror, every single strand of fur, it's color, everything.

I felt a dull stabbing pain in my chest and doubled over, as i experienced my first transformation, from rubber were-lion to flesh-and-blood were-wolf, as i saw fur sprout from my skin, which was now... skin, feeling my limbs reform, and everything go back to how they were before i went rubber.

Granted, it is painful, but it's only for the first few shifts where you're awake and concious, the rest, with some control, will be almost painless, pleasurable, even, as i watched my muzzle return to it's pristine lupine state.

Being wary of the oil on the floor of the tub, i stepped out and back to my room to see how i had done for my first shift. To my surprise, i looked like i did when i first saw my werewolf form for the first time, before i came all over myself that morning...

I threw on some clothes, forgoing the undershorts for obvious reasons, and walked outside to see a blue BigFoot-themed 1994 Ford F-350 Lariat XLT, with a PowerStroke Turbo Diesel V6 for the power, as i opened the door and stepped in, it was at stock height, and flipped the sun visor down, and sure enough, the keys fell from their hiding place, and into my waiting hand, and before i put it into the ignition switch, i saw a Stiky-Note on the steering wheel that read:

"Mike,

I hope you know how to drive stick really good, this big boi requires a 'special touch'.

I have also uploaded directions to WolfWerks to the GPS in the radio just in case we're not at Ryan's.

Horscht"

Seriously? He probably would've known by now that my car is a stick; but a 'special touch'? We'll see about that.

I put the key in the slot, pushed the clutch pedal, and cranked it to 'start'. The engine roared to life as i put the transmission in neutral and strapped myself in.

"Well, here goes." I said as i put it in first and slowly removed my foot from the pedal. The big lug lurched a bit before rolling under its own power.

Feeling confident, i turned on the radio and set it to GPS mode as the screen popped out and flipped up.

I was going a little over fifteen, but i didn't need to go any faster than i was comfortable with, especially with someone else's car that i never drove before, as i passed the bar, looking to see if anyone was there; nobody, as i continued up the road to ryan's place, shifting into neutral and touching the brake pedal to see how it responded: halfway to the floor, and it stopped on a dime, before going back into first.

I got there and parked it, and got out to look at the backyard: all clean, grass cut, especially where ryan came, the doors on the shed were back on. I knew about how stealthy a werewolf could be, so i glided around the place, scaling the walls to see if Ryan was in the house. i saw a door was open, and i silently went in to find no one was there. Confused and annoyed, i walked out and got back into the truck.

"Maybe there at WolfWerks, wherever that is..." i said, starting the truck. Turning on the radio, i saw it had a touchscreen, so i lightly tapped on the screen where it said 'Saved Routes', then on the next screen it had routes of other places, including WolfWerks. I tapped on that name, a command prompt-style dialogue popped up, saying 'Locating Vehicle...".

After a few moments it read "Located. Calculating Route..."

A few moments more and it read "Ready to navigate, switching to map view..." and the map was displayed as a general road map. I followed the road back out and towards the 'speedway' as i now called it, and turned right, and floored it, going at least as fast as the speedometer's top reading, 85mph, before the front speaker on my side rang out: "You are near your destination."

So i slowed down to 55 and looked at the screen briefly before it said "Destination will be on your right."

I still had my foot on the gas, but i felt like i was slowing down. I looked at the screen again and in the center of the screen it flashed "Applying brakes..."

Below it steadily said "Destination to be reached in less than 5 minutes."

I was getting close to the shop, when i felt the clutch pedal go to the floor. I look at the screen, it says "Destination reached. Applying brakes, disengaging clutch..."

'Man, the bear's got A.I. on this thing? Cool, for now...' i thought, before my arms were jerked around by the steering wheel's rapid movement as it turned right, into the parking lot of WolfWerks, and the engine turned off by itself.

I opened the door and got out, and walked over to the main building where another werewolf, shorter than me by a half-foot, with a standard wolf color, greeted me.

"Hi, welcome to WolfWerks, where your dream car turns into a reality. My name is Hug (hoog), how may i be of assistance?" His accent sounded japanese.

"Hi, my mate brought my car here to be rebuilt." i said.

"Make and model?"

"Nineteen-eighty-seven Subaru Leone sedan, GL trim level, paint code seven-four-seven."

"Oh, you're Ryan DuBon's mate, Mike, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"Unfortunately, due to the terms your mate set with us, you're not allowed to see it, just yet."

"What does that mean?" i raised my brow.

"Pretty much what i just said; Besides, it's still in the construction phase."

I huffed in disbelief; was it because i ran off while he was chatting with Jord?

"Alright," i said, "I'll be back later, that car means everything to me."

I was a step away from entering the truck when i heard him call me.

"Yeah?" i called back as he came towards me.

"Would you be interested if i said we built a stock version of your car, and you show us what you would like to see on the final design?"

"How much is this gonna run me?" i asked, leaning on the truck, on the door, arms crossed.

"Normally, the car itself will be rebuilt for the car's original price, and when you add the customizations, it'll raise the price significantly, based on what parts and how many you add on."

"Aw, fuck." i said, heartbroken at what the other were said, as the thought of losing my car to Ryan's accident made me tear up, dropping to my haunches.

Hug came over and put a paw on my shoulder as some bikes pulled up, and the riders dismounted. One of the riders walked over to me, and i caught scent of his musk, identifying him instantly.

"Are you okay, Mike? What happened? Are you hurt?" Ryan said, shooing Hug away a few steps.

"What'd you say to him, Hug?" Dan said, a serious look on his face.

"He- I told him his car was gonna cost as much as a ferrari, and we haven't discussed customizations yet." he looked ashamed.

"Aw, now why'd you do that? Look at what you did- ya made'im sad." Dan said, putting a paw on Hug's shoulder.

"I'm sorry; i slipped and fell in my own shit on this one. I told him what we made a stock version, and he could choose what to put on it, like a pizza." Hug said, removing Dan's paw. "He asked me how much it would cost, i thought he was gonna use his money to pay for it, so i told him, and next thing i knew, this comes up."

Dan sighed.

"I do apologize for any inconvience, really, h-how can i make it up to you?" Hug asked.

"You could start by dropping the price; this WAS supposed to be done for FREE. And you guys slapped a huge tag on it, for crying out loud!" Dee said.

"Wow, camel, i couldn't have worded it better myself." Dan said, looking at Dee. Just then five others of my kind came out to see what all the commotion was about.

"Hug, front and center!" the larger of the pack said, calmly.

"Y-yes, sir?" Hug responded.

"What are you doing? Did you forget your place today?" the large wolf said, bringing his paw to Hug's chin, tilting Hug's head to look at him.

"T-this is the owner of the car that was brought in; i was just telling him of the price for rebuilding such an elegant car as his."

"Okay, but you have forgotten one small detail: you weren't supposed to tell him yet until Ryan-"

"Uh, dude, hello?" Ryan said, standing up, pointing to himself. Just sitting on the ground like this, made Ryan look a lot larger (and i'm not talking about his privates).

"Oh, Ryan! Didn't see you there, almost. Sorry about what Hug said about the price; The car's rebuilt for free, but the extra parts.... do have a price on them, but it should fit your budget, depending on what you're gonna put on it."

Ryan held my hand as he helped me to stand, as we walked over to the shop that held my car.

Inside, there were a multitude of parts to choose from, each part specially custom-made to fit every type of vehicle, even vintage hot rods from the 20s to the millenium. It was like Cabela's, but for automotive.

"Now, if you could wait right here a moment, we will bring your new car out shortly." Hug said, before he pushed a button on the wall, and the counters moved toward the walls, before the checkerboard tiled floor in the center of the room opened up, and Ryan moved behind me, covering my eyes so as to surprise me.

And a surprise it was, as the lift rose upwards and on it was my car; a small hiss of hydraulics settling and locking, before Ryan's hands lifted up, and sure enough, was my Subaru, in a brand-new, right out of the factory state, right down to the plastic hubcaps, as it shone under the flourescent lighting.

"Oh, my- Ryan DuBon, i do. I DO!" i said, spinning around and, hugging him as tight as i could, attacked his open maw with my tongue, as i passionately deeply kissed him right there on the showroom floor, not caring if anyone got uncomfortable at all, as Ryan gave in and lovingly returned the kiss as deeply as he was recieving.

Breaking the kiss to get some air, Ryan broke the silence.

"So, i take it you like it?"

"A lot." i said. "Thank you, Ryan, thank you!"

"Wanna take it for a spin?" Hug asked.

"I would love to."

"Oh, one thing: We noticed, on the spec sheet, that this particular car had an automatic transmission, and seeing how you replaced it with a manual, we didn't know what to do, stick to the design or keep it, so we decided to put the five-speed manual in this one."

"This day keeps getting better!" i said, over enthusiastic.

I walked over and opened the door, and sat in it, as Hug handed me the key, which was an exact duplicate of the original master key with the light in it.

hug pressed another button on his 'remote' and the wall in front of me (facing the truck in the parking lot) was pulled up like a garage door. "Go ahead, start'er up!" Hug said.

I put the key in, hearing the 'tink-tink' of the chime as it went off, turned it to ACC, then ON, hearing the fuel pump for a few seconds, then, pushing the clutch pedal (it was already in neutral), START:

In three sparks (i don't know what else to call it), the new, improved EA-82 engine roared to life, as it had many times over in the past, everyone applauding as i lightly moved the (now analog) tach needle to 4,000 RPM, murring happily at the sound, as i got out, pulling on the hood release and opening the hood, seeing the engine, polished to a high lustre, all the black plastic and rubber accenting it, before gently closing the hood.

"Let's take this baby outside, see what she can do!" i said as i got back in.

Everyone moved back as i put the transmission smoothly into first, then slowly rolled out of the shop and into the parking lot, meeting up with the others by the pickup as they mounted thier bikes, Horscht getting back into his truck, Ryan on the Kinja, Dan on the Valk, Dee on the Trike, Jord on his Busa, Kraig on the Eliminator (i thought that one blew up?), Dashuk on Dan's Harley Dragster, rolled onto the highway single-file, drove/rode back to my place.

On the way back, i tested the stereo, which looked every bit like the original, even the tape deck. I turned it on, hearing static from the speakers, which were custom sounding, and scanned through the stations, 87.5 to 107.9.

"Lucky i brought this, just in case." i said, pulling out my mp3 player and tape converter, as i gently pushed the cassete in, then, using one hand, plugged the other end into the mp3 player, and flipped through the playlists, choosing one i named 'Stunting Music', and the first song on the playlist was 'Through The Never' by Metallica.

I turned up the volume, expecting to hear the audio distort, but it didn't for some reason, because i knew the factory radio's internal amp was somewhere around 45 watts; this new one seemed to have 400, otherwise, they hid the external amp somewhere.

I switched hands on the wheel and put the windows down, the motors were faster on this one.

You could hear the music from maybe eighty-five feet away, i had it so loud, as i popped the horn, signaling i was gonna pass them. Horscht blew his air horn back at me, giving me an all-clear to go, as i downshifted to third (we were going fourty), and floored it, hearing the engine rumble with all it's might, the front wheels (it's front-wheel drive) broke contact and peeled out as loud as they could as i passed everyone.

*SCREECH!*5....6....7....8 *shift* 5.....6.....7.....8 *shift* 5......6......7......8 *shift*...

By the time i went into fifth gear, i was way ahead of everyone, and was starting to get a little carried away, as i looked at my speed: 120 MPH; the fastest it could go, otherwise, it was electronically limited to 125-130 mph, as i whipped past the bar in a quarter of a second and was on the stretch of highway, occupied by no cars other than my own, before i heard Ryan link with me:

'Okay, Mike, let's head back to the house, and let that thing cool down, it's still a test drive, you know.'

"Gotchya." i said, projecting to Ryan, as i slowed down and pulled over, noticing a strange plant vine i never saw before.

I got out and inspected the plant, and upon touching it, i felt a strange tingling sensation, close to the burning feeling you get after applying Icy-Hot to your privates on accident. I pulled my hand back, finding the plant came right out of the ground, and i never even pulled on it or anything, like it was stuck to my hand.

The burning feeling was slowly escalating to where it felt like i stuck my paw in a pile of red-hot coals, so i popped the trunk with my free paw, went behind the car, and, wedging the trunk lid between the plant and myself, sucessfully got the plant off of my paw. The sensation remained, but slowly faded as i saw Ryan pull up.

"Your car okay? Why are you holding your hand like that? Burn yourself?" he asked.

"Everything's okay, but i found this plant that got stuck on me, and it burned like a-"

"Oh, no, i hope it wasn't aconitum."

"No, it's not that. I put it in the trunk, if you wanna look." i said opening the trunk again. Ryan looked at the plant, touching it with a single finger, before he yipped in pain before pulling his finger away and closing the trunk.

"Well, whatever it is, we should take it home to examine it." Ryan said as i got back in the car and he mounted-up.

We went back to my place, where everyone parked their rides in a neat line, and went inside already. Ryan was the first inside, only to come back out wearing a pair of gloves, opening the trunk and carefully handled the plant i found on the side of the road, as we went back in the house, to the kitchen where everyone was having lunch, the leftover hunters stew from yesterday.

They saw Ryan holding the plant, but remained silent, before Jord asked what it was, and why he was wearing gloves. Ryan told them about how the plant burned himself and i.

"Huh..." Dan said as he took a bite of his stew. "Looks more loike a vine, or sumthing; Furst toime i've seen it, mate." and resumed eating.

"You might be onto something; it does look vine-like, um..." Jord cleared his throat. "Kinda phallic-shaped, unfortunately."

"Yeah, but it's pretty young, though. Here, i'll check the 'Net, see if i can find any info on it." Kraig said, pulling an iPhone from his pocket and taking a picture of the unknown plant.

"Hmm... we might have found a new plant species nobody knows about. Names, anyone?" Kraig said.

"How about 'dick-shaped vine thingy'?" Dashuk said, before the vine sprayed his face with some secretion that looked like liquid silver.

"AAAAAHHHH! FUCK IT BURNS!!!" he screamed, flailing around as Ryan dropped the plant on the table and everyone stepped back, Dan staying at the table, finishing his lunch, before the plant stood erect, leaning towards the dingo.

"Don't even think about it, if ya even have any brains in those cells of yours." Dan said, the fur on his neck rising. The plant replied by shooting more of what it shot on Dash, who by now was being pissed on by Horscht. It seemed to work, he wasn't screaming anymore.

"Whatever chemicals are in it's secretions, seems to be canceled out by the uric acid in urine. Aside from that, it looks like this plant you found, is anthropomorphic, because it responded to Dash and Dan when they were talking to it. Speaking of which..." Kraig said as we turned to see that the plant had engulfed Dan's entire head, and looked to be growing. "Holy shit!! Dan!" he shouted.

Horscht grabbed Dan at the shoulders as Ryan, still wearing the gloves, grabbed the plant, and the two pulled away from each other, until the plant decided to let go, sending them flying to opposite sides of the room.

Ryan opened his eyes just in time to see the plant trying to do the same thing to him, and grabbed it by where it's neck would be, keeping it's open end away from him, as he returned it to the table and backed off.

"Didn't get any stuff on you, did it?" Dan asked.

"No, but i think we should name it--" Ryan thought hard.

"Man, this thing looks like a mutant alien pitcher plant." Dee said, amused, scratching it lightly under it's chin, if it had one. To our surprise, the plant took a liking to it, and rubbed back against it.

Kraig tended to Dan, who was panting for breath from being in the plant.

"It seems to be 'proto-carnivorous', seeing as it didn't digest you."

"Well, i did notice it smelled like cum in there, but it was really sweet, like nectar. i think i'll go with your hypothosis, camel." Dan replied. He then looked at Dash, whose face looked like the fur got singed off, nothing but bare skin remained. I took notice and looked at the paw i touched the plant with. Where it made contact with my paw, there was no fur.

"I think it's acidic, whatever it spits out, 'cause look at Dash." i said.

"Dannie, your head, your fur's--" Kraig said.

"Gone." Dan huffed, feeling his face. "Smooth."

Jord, on the other hand, motioned Dee away from the plant so he could take samples of the plant's secretions.

"You can trust me, i will be as gentle as i can, okay? You understand what i am saying?"

To everyone's surprise, the plant slowly nodded and opened it's mouth. Jord, borrowing Ryan's gloves, got a cotton swab, and gently swabbed the inside of it's mouth, before the plant gagged somewhat, sending a small squirt of liquid on the swab.

"Oh, thank you. That's all i need. You can relax now." Jord said to the plant, patting it on it's 'head', before walking out of the room, and coming in a minute later with one of those science experiment kits you would get from an odd catalogue, setting it up in the guest room, putting the hideaway bed back into the wall.

"So," Dee went back to the plant to chat with it. "You need water?"

"Probably, from the way it was sucking on Dan." Ryan said. Then he looked at me.

"This relationship feels like it's gonna turn into one of those stories, where a human has relations with some mythic beast, a dragon, for example, then bad things happen to them, sometimes to the point where they break up, then the bad luck stops dead." i said, wondering what would happen next.

"No, Mike," Ryan said, picking me up. "That won't ever happen, because i will never let it." He then hugged me, and i hugged back in support.

"Then how would you explain the-" Dee tried to ask.

"Dee, we're having a private moment." Ryan said.

"Get a room, then, why dont'ya."

"Dean..." i said. Dee then saluted and turned his attention back to the plant.

Jord walked back into the kitchen to give us the stats on our 'seedling'.

"Well, from what i found in the plant's secretions, it's protocarnivorous, so it might eat little bugs, flies and the like; it's genetics are far beyond that of your basic venus flytrap, which explains it's intelligence; as for how it got itself around Dan's head, leads me to believe it's cells are about as stretchy as rubber. In other terms, we are dealing with a-"

"Mutant plant from another dimension?" Dee added. "Military experiment that ran away from area fifty-one?"

"Dee, if you don't stop-" i said calmly.

"Sorry, Master." he said, shutting up for the rest of the discussion.

"Anyways, it is a new species, and we're the only ones who found it, so you call dibs on first prize."

"Sounds cool, but what did you find out that would've caused Dan and Dash to lose thier fur on contact with the thing's sap?" i said.

"Well, it seems to have a chemical similar to what you'd find in a chili pepper: capsaicin."

=Not exactly an answer, but oh well, just roll with it. :)=

"No, it burned like, well, look at it this way: I'm a Werewolf, and what's the one thing that would burn us from direct contact? I'll give you a hint: it is said, to kill one of us in the form of a bullet."

"S-Silver?" he asked, confused.

"You got the Nobel Prize for that one." i said.

"Hmm, now you mention it, i did find very minute traces of that in it's secretions, although that would explain why you, Ryan and Dash got burned from touching it, but Dan didn't."

I walked over to the plant, and took a good, hard stare at it.

"Okay, Nixon says i get burned by it's sap." i said.

"You better not have poison in you." i said, sticking a single finger in front of it. The plant then reached out and started to suckle on my finger, taking it deeper into itself until it was sucking on my entire finger. To my surprize it didn't burn my finger, or try to bite it off.

"Looks like you lose, dude." Dee said, chuckling.

Just then, the plant's mouth widened and wrapped around my whole hand, and started working it's way up my arm, and started to feel the burn again, as i whined in pain.

"OH CRAP!" i finally shouted, geting Jord's attention, as he grabbed the plant and pulled it off me. I backed off as Jord put it on the table, in a clay pot.

"Bad tentacle plant, trying to eat people." he said, sweeping his finger across the plant.

"Man, that thing reminds me of 'Little Shop of Horrors' too much! uh-huh-huh!" i shuddered, holding my left arm, shaking a little from the pain.

"Mutant plant from another dimension...." dee chimed in my ear before i shoved him away, landing on his butt. "ow." he then said.

"Okay, in that movie, it took about three days for the plant to grow and mature, because it was feeding on human flesh." i continued. "By then, it was able to talk and move it's vines, and thus was able to convince the kid to go on a killing spree for it's personal gain."

"Well, that ruins lunch for me." Dan said.

"Anyone willing to take care of it for three days? I don't wanna be the first victim." i said.

"I will, i want to see what it looks like when it grows up. Then, once it's tame, we'll give it back, even train it till then." Kraig said.

"Cool. Wonder what else it'll eat, aside from bugs and furries." i said. Just then, i saw the head of the plant look at me, that silver stuff dripping out of it like an eye tearing up. It took two seconds for everyone to notice.

"It might have bonded with you by marking you with it's pheramones, and capturing your musk while it was sucking on your hand." Jord said.

"Oh boy." i rolled my eyes.

"So, i guess it stays with us then?" Ryan asked. "Kinda like in that movie?"

"Looks like."

"I guess it'll give us something to keep us busy, along with helping you develop your powers." Ryan said.

"I heard sumthin' 'bout a wrestlin' match with me. wanna go a round?" Dan asked.

"Yeah...No." i said just as my cell rang. "Hello?"

"Hey, Bane from WolfWerks. Um, you done with the test run? Come on back, and we'll drop all pricing on the parts for your car. We'll even toss in a custom paint job just for you."

I had it on speakerphone, so that everyone could hear it.

"Yeah, we'll be back in, say, a half-hour?"

"Cool. We'll be waiting."

I hung up, looking out the window at my car, then at everyone.

"Let's go." i said.

"We'll stay here to look after the plant." Kraig said, getting a spray bottle and spritzing the vine with water as we left.

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We were back at WolfWerks in record time, the crew watching as i slid into the parking lot, copying Paul Walker in '2 Fast 2 Furious', in the first race scene. They applauded as i got out and 'Gangsta Leaned' against the car as they approached.

"Very nice, bonus points on that little trick you pulled coming in here." Bane said.

"Thanks. Now, about those upgrades..." i said opening the hood.

"Okay, i only do this for werewolves, but we will do everything for you, completely free of charge." the largest said. "Ezekiel, AKA Zeke." he said.

"Cool, any catch?"

"There is one, but it's optional: if you like what we've done, and wish to repay us in anyway *wink*, we'll let you... please us for the day."

"So, that means, if i like the upgrades so much i'd 'please' you, i could? Meaning you'd be willing to have sex with your clients?" i asked, confused.

"In a way... if you want to see a demo vid. Otherwise, you can hang around, help out, pretty much do whatever until you feel you've payed us back." Zeke replied. "But more often than not, it's sexual."

"So it's like, i like the upgrades so much i'd be willing to suck all of you off, and you'd be okay with it."

"Pretty much." Bane said. "But you'd hafta only do Zeke, since he owns the place."

"Well, Dan did say, and i quote, 'Trade and a gangbang, you gotta deal.'." Ryan said.

"I remember that." Bane replied. "Can we have in on it?"

"Sure. Anything for a fellow Wolf." Ryan said. "That'll be our 'way-of-pay'.

"Okay, so, bring your car in, and we'll see to it you get nothing but the best." Bane told me. In no less than five seconds, and i power-slid into the showroom, the front-left tire stopping just one inch from Ryan's pinkie toe. I got out, opened the hood, doors and trunk, and stood in front of the engine as the japanese werewolf joined me.

"So, what will you be upgrading?" Kitan asked.

"Let's see... i had a mark five turbo, performance tuner, pretty much whatever parts came in with the car, i had in here."

"Okay, so you want all the upgrades from before on here."

"Pretty much, and would it be possible to make this thing go up to three hundred on the roads here?"

"Ooh, that would require swapping the flat four with a flat six, a flat twelve, maybe, but that wouldn't fit in here, especially with how the steering's set up, unless it was the size of the flat four, which wouldn't be possible."

"Hmm... Well, just see what you can do-"

"NOS!" Bane shouted towards Kitan, who yelped back at him, making him flatten his ears. Then he turned back to me.

"While nos would help boost your performance, i'm not sure if it would be possible to get you to that high a speed."

Then Jord butted in. "Well, i've gotten my bike to a top speed of around three hundred. Without the nos. Besides, it only boosts your acceleration towards your top speed, it won't make the vehicle go beyond it's limits."

"'Scuse me, we were talking?" Kitan said. Jord shrugged and walked away to look at the parts on the wall.

"Like i said, just see what you can do, run some dyno tests, and whatnot. Oh, i almost forgot: i converted it to rear-wheel drive when Ryan did what he did." Ryan turned away when i turned to look at him.

"Okay, one full performance upgrade rated for three hundred, coming up. This'll take, like a week or so, but we'll keep you updated by text."

"Awesome-pawsome." I said, handing Hug the keys.

"What about the paint job?" Ryan asked.

"Oh, yeah. This way." Panat said, in a filipino accent.

'Wow, i had no idea.' i thought about his nationality as we entered a room that had a sixty-five inch plasma screen that was hooked up to a laptop, most likely Hug's, as we sat on the couch in there.

"We have the best rendering software currently, because i created it." Hug said. "Now, here's a simple side view of your vehicle in it's factory paint, code 747, Twilight Blue." he said, passing the laptop to me. "The power is yours." he referenced Captain planet.

"Actually, i'm really bad when it comes to drawing, i got these so-called 'Stupid Hands', like, i got a really good idea for the paint job, Gray Wolf gray, that fades to a wolf's fur pattern at the beltline down, but then, if i drew it on here, it would be totally messed up." i told him.

Hug started thinking about how best to resolve my dilemma when he snapped his fingers. "I know just what'll fix that." he said, going into the closet, pulling out what looked to be a beret-like hat.

"I've only pulled this out a couple of times, but i've called it a 'thinking hat' for that reason: You can MindLink with the hat, which will convert your brainwaves into a usable binary code that will be wirelessly transferred to my laptop, which in combination with the software i made for it, will convert it into whatever you see in your mind, projecting it onto the screen. I also created a type of 'super filter', which will block everything but how you want your car to look like."

"Meaning?"

"It will block out every pornographic picture you think of."

Hug explained for almost an hour how the filter worked, while i put the hat on and thought of nothing but the paint job i talked about.

In almost a fraction of a second, i had it on the screen: Gray Wolf silver, fading into a timberwolf fur pattern at the beltline. I added a hood shot, and the main image shrunk and moved to the top right of the screen as i saw the fur pattern on the hood, in a narrow V pattern that flowed from the front of the hood, and went down to said belt line flawlessly. then that image shrunk and moved below the first one, as i thought about the interior, seeing it as a darker gray on the doors where it had the leather, then the fur pattern covered the pieces that had the checkerboard pattern on it, as well as the seats having the same treatment, leather in gray, fabric in fur pattern. Moving that image aside with the others, an image of the carpet came up with a question mark over it, because i couldn't decide how that should be.

After a second, i had it: A dark gray pattern, almost black, with rubber bristles covering where the feet would be. I then pulled up the interior shot, seeing it with the carpet installed, showing that the rubber would be integrated with the carpet seamlessly, and that the rubber could be removed in sections of heavy wear and soil, and cleaned.

I then moved that image toward the rest and focused on the AV system: the rear deck speakers, normally 5 1/4 - 6" round, would be replaced by 8" square speakers, rated at 800 watts each, placed closer to the widest part of the deck, near the third brakelight, with 6x9s placed at the outside where the stockers were. The front doors would get custom-made 5 1/4" squares, at the same rating. Looking in the trunk, i saw a single 12" square, with a 10" square on both sides of it, like 'oOo'.

The front seat headrests would have screens in them, with headphone jacks.

The business centre of the system would be a double-DIN stereo, capable of playing CD/DVDs, the ancient audiocassete, behind a flip-down screen, and MP3 players, through an AUX or USB port up front, with GPS and wifi built-in.

Looking at the outside of my car, i saw the wing i had on it before, on it now. The exhaust system was a four-into-two straight-pipe system going through a pair of glasspack mufflers to split into two pipes each, tipped with chrome at the end, zooming out, i was looking at a quad-exhaust system with a flamethrower kit that activated when the turbo activated under heavy acceleration, aka flooring it from a standing stop.

Back in the cargo area of the trunk, i saw, inside the cubbys under the carpet liner, one huge custom-fit NOS tank in the crumple zone, and a smaller tank in the side pockets for emergency backup.

Looking at the lights, the headlights were the same, before, i had taped off a line going from the top of the grille next to the headlight, and sprayed it with reflective crome, then black for the top coat to match the front so the headlights looked smaller, like on a Nissan Skyline.

All the other lights would have a more euro style, with the paint job going onto the tail lights. all the lenses that were plastic, were now a superstrong 'frosted' glass that is as thin as the plastic version, resistant to chipping, cracking, or shattering.

The windows would be tinted 'gunmetal gray' to match the theme, but at the legal limit just to be safe.

As for wheels and tires, i saw the '?' mark on them, because i had a hard time figuring what looked better on it: three or four spoke rims. I could tell both would work, but couldn't decide which one i liked best, then a suggestion from the software came up: since the car was gonna be rear-wheel drive, it showed the thinner four-spoke rims up front, and the stronger, thicker three spokes in the rear, suitable for the stunts i would probably do with it. The rims were the same design, just different numbers of spokes.

Then i looked in the engine compartment, seeing a twin-turbo, in-line supercharger, to the right of the image i saw the performance specs, in a before/after setup, 'before' meaning 'stock', which, with the mods i threw at it, looked really weak in comparison.

Back in the car, behind the wheel, i looked at the gauges with a '?'. There were two factory configurations, analogue and digital. I visioned it with the digital panel, then with the custom LCD version i had before, and went with that, seeing the panel light up with the analog setup, going with that as the default.

I did not have to change the apperance of the shifter on the five-speed, which had now changed into a six-speed, although i saw the stats to the right indicating i had the best ratio gears that had the optimal setup for acceleration and speed.

Satisfied with the outcome, i took off the hat after saving the setup and looked at Hug.

"Okay, i think i am done!" i said triumphantly. Hug set the software to 'read' mode, put on the beret, and looked through the car, at all the changes i made to it.

"Wow, Mike, you really have an eye for detail!" Ryan said, looking at the screen.

"Okay, with all of these changes, we're gonna push our machines as hard as possible to get all this done. But this ain't exactly 'Overhaulin'' where we'd get it done in a few days. Quality such as this will require a good month to accomplish, two or three, even."

"There goes my bet with Dan." Ryan sighed.

"You made a bet with him?" i asked.

"Yeah, he wanted to see how long you would survive without me. Whoever won got the other's bike; the loser gets tossed into a pile of shit." Ryan replied, his ears drooping as he closed his eyes.

"Well, you probably would not have wanted to see me this morning, 'cause somehow i turned into a rubber lion."

"Wait. A 'rubber lion'?" he said, quoting me.

"I'll show you when we get home."

"Man, if we put a price tag on your car, it would prob'ly cost you your ass, 'cause when we're done, you wouldn't be able to sit for a long while." Bane said, looking at the screen.

"Yeah, i think you're gonna be the first one that gets it up the ass, Bane." Ryan said, snapping his fingers as we left.

When we were outside, Dee asked about what i said earlier about turning into the lion.

"Like i told Ryan, you'll see when we get back."

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The trip back was a bit slower this time, going fourty-five at least. But we managed to make it back in time, as Horscht's truck ran out of gas, as he coasted in neutral, before his grille guard made contact with a tree at a slow speed of 5 miles an hour.

"Okaaay... Ow." he said referencing Billy & Mandy, getting out.

We walked in the house to see Kraig without Dan, and the vine, now in a one foot wide clay pot, on the floor, had taken on his shape.

Kraig just stood there calmly, with notepad in paw, taking notes.

"Lemme guess; Dan wasn't good enough for you, so ya ended up tossing him to the plant." Dash said with a light laugh.

Kraig snapped him on the nose with a rubber band.

"Dumb-nuts!" Horscht coughed out.

"Horscht?" Kraig asked.

"I's talking about him." the bear pointed to Dash.

"Anyways, i hope you don't mind, Mike, but i decided to name it a 'Vore-Vine'."

"Fits." i said.

"So, why's Dan in it?" Ryan said.

"It... needed something to suck on, and Dan was interested in seeing if the thing could swallow something his size whole."

"You sure he ain't dead in there from no air?" Dee asked.

"Yes, i'm sure, camel, just as sure as--" Kraig got interuppted by hacking noises coming from the plant, before Dan was evacuated from it's slimy insides.

"How'd it feel in there, Dannie?"

"Loike a whet sleepin' bag, that's fer sure." Dan slurred his words as the fox helped him up. "I almoust fell asleep in theah."

I looked at the tentacle-like vine, never touching it for fear of getting burned again. It stood at least ten feet tall, and my ceiling was eight, so it had to bend at the top.

The slit at the top of the vine was pointed at me, drooling the silver-laced substance on the floor, like a cock drools pre.

"Uh, why're you looking at me like that?" i asked the plant, squirting plant-pre at me as a response. Luckily, my agility was heightened as a were, so i sidestepped in time for it to miss me completely and splat on the bear's face.

Horscht ate the Vore-Vine's pre! Right after i sidestepped, i swung my eyes toward him, seeing him lick it all off his face in one huge 'Sluuuurrrpp-ah!'.

"Hmm.." he said, savoring the taste before coming to a conclusion. "Black licoriche."

"For real?" i asked.

"Yeah. Try some?"

I declined, for obvious reasons, the first one being that i was a werewolf, second was the vine had a substance that acted like silver in it, and that was reason enough.

"That silver stuff..." Jord started, before getting another cotton swab, swabbing the plant's now basketball-sized head, and going into the guest room.

"Y'know what? I bet it feeds offa yer sperm. Like it's food for it." Dan said.

"You are so full of shit, dingo." Ryan said.

"Yeah, and i'm sure you've been holdin' it in this whole time 'cause you won."

"You guys..." Kraig said. Then Jord came back out.

"I don't believe it!" he said.

"What? You're gay?" Dan said before getting a thong to the face.

"Where'd you get that thing from?" Dan asked.

"Don't be callin' my boi a gay, faggot." Dash said in a fatherly tone.

"I beg yer pahdin? If its'a scrap yer ahskin four, yer looking at him!" Dan retorted in his thickest accent, before Dashuk's fist sent him flying out the door, literally, as Dash walked outside to finish what the dingo started.

"Okay, so, what'd you find out about that... stuff?" Ryan asked, nicely.

"This vine is actually creating pure silver, but in a liquid form."

"I would not have predicted that." we heard a voice say from the hallway. We turned to look at the furson who said that all-too-familiar line, and to my surprise, was a familiar yellow lab from a certain TV show that aired only one season: Hunter, leader of the Road Rovers, but without the armor.

"How'd you get here so fast?" Ryan asked, perking his ears.

"Two things: Ears, and feet. Easy." Hunter said in his usually happy tone. He was wearing a lime green t-shirt, black jeans, and running shoes.

Oh, and his lucky tennis ball pendant.

"Where's the others?" i asked.

"Blitz and Exile are taking a one-on-one walk, the other three decided to stay at the base."

"So, you guys are..."

"Don't ask, don't tell. Whoops, forgot, i'm super honest." he giggled.

"Don't worry; you're safe." Dee said as Exile and Blitz came over from thier 'walk'.

"Hey comrades!" Exile said in his deep gritty voice.

"Hey, guys!" Ryan said to them.

Just then the vore vine 'sneezed' sending liquid silver at us, as we all hid behind something, and Horscht stayed in the line of fire to catch some of it in his mouth, but Hunter intervened and tackled him toward the couch, accidentally locking lips with each other.

"Okay, maybe Kraig should've taken the vine back to his place, 'cause i think it was a bad idea to keep it here; like it's gonna take over the house!" i said, standing up, only to hit the ground again as the plant spit out more silver at me.

"Whose plant-ski is it?" Exile asked.

"Mine." i said. "But i give you full permission to--"

"BITE THE TOOSHIE!!!!" Blitz shouted, running towards the plant snapping his jaws, before slipping in a puddle right into the plant's open mouth.

"Blitz!" Hunter said, annoyed.

"That has got to be the dumbest thing anyone has ever done." Dee said.

"For once, i agree with you." i said, everyone agreeing as well as we heard the doberman squeal like in the show.

"Ple-he-hese let me out, Mister Plant, i wasn't gonna hurt you, honestly, i just wanted to... too..." Blitz begged, before going silent.

Finally hatching an idea, i tried MindLinking with him.

'Blitz, can you hear me?' i thought.

'Ya, i can hear you, wh-where am i?'

'Right now you're inside the Vore-Vine, and you just passed out.'

'How do you plan on getting me out?' he said before Exile tapped into the Link.

'That's what you get for being 'Weird-Boy', weird boy.'

'I AM NOT WEIRD!!!! I'm just misunderstood! You and i come from different countries that like to squabble with each other sometimes.'

I cringed as he shouted that through the Link.

'You better not be insulting Mother Russia, you little--'

"You guys, cool it! Neither of you are helping in any way by bickering." Hunter said out loud.

"Soo... how do we get a doberman out of a ten foot plant, that eats people, and is deadly to werewolves?" Dee asked nonchalantly.

Just then the plant leaned over, pointing at the camel, with Blitz's feet sticking out of it's lips.

'You know, i noticed that it's been doing that a lot when Dee's around, it hust points straight at him.' i thought, forming a three-way link with Ryan and Jord, as we watched him, confused.

'Hmm, you're right. Aside from me, it trusts Dee for some reason.' Jord projected back.

'Maybe because it doesen't see him as a threat, unlike us, because, sometimes, the bigger you are, the more it thinks of you as a threat.' Ryan said.

"Or it just likes him because he showed affection towards it." i said.

"For real? You want me to do it?" Dee asked the plant, who slowly nodded in return.

The camel grabbed ahold of the doberman's ankles, and pulled on him, while the plant ejected Blitz out, slow enough it looked like the plant was taking a dump, with the dog as a stand-in for the turd.

'True; and all this happened in the span of, what? A couple of hours?' Jord said as we saw the plant swallow Dee to join the doberman.

I sighed in disgust.

"And, let me guess, Dan: you're gonna dive into the plant, and buff out until your muscles rip out of your skin, crushing you, sacrificing yourself to save the other two by splitting the plant open from the inside?" i asked, long-windedly.

"I wuz just thinkin' that, but now you've vocalised my plan fer me, i'm not gunna do it now."

"Good, 'cause we gotta find another way to get them out of there." i replied as the plant swallowed the two pairs of legs sticking out of it to join the bodies attached to them.

"I think i got one." Ryan said before Linking up with Zeke: 'Zeke?'

'Yeah?'

'We need you to come over to Mike's house. Just follow-'

'Hold on, w-Wait a sec.' Zeke projected back.

"Uh, what happened to Hunter? Where'd he go?" Jord asked before the retriever Linked with us:

'I'm over at WolfWerks, telling them we need help over there. I'll lead'em to your place, Mike.'

'Good.' i projected back.

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Over at wolfwerks.....

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"You're gonna do what? How?" Zeke asked the retriever.

"I know you think it's not possible, but it is. Just trust me on this one."

"We've never had our truck go that fast before, but, whatever you say."

The Wolfwerks team got into the van and strapped in, tight. Hunter walked in front of the truck, and chained himself into the harness he was gonna pull the van with.

"'Kay, transmission and transfer case in Neutral?" Hunter said, looking at Zeke through the windshield, who gave the thumbs-up, then put his hands behind his head in a relaxed position, he didn't need to do anything; Hunter was going to do all the driving for them.

He took a step, then three seconds later, they were going as fast as hunter could pull the vehicle with his superspeed, going zero to almost the, well, 'as fast as a speeding bullet', if you'll forgive me for using that phrase.

In little over a minute, they were closing in on the bar. Inside the van were six Feral werewolves, scared shitless at the speed they were going, clinging to their seats so hard, frozen like statues as Hunter slowed down gradually to three-digit speeds, the heavy load of a truck making contact with the dog's back, if not slamming into him, as they were a half-mile from the bar.

"Okay, Zeke, hit the brakes!" Hunter shouted. The frozen-to-the-seat Zeke unfroze and stomped the pedal so hard, the brakes clamped down just as hard, shattering the entire braking system, frying the ABS as well, before the pedal went through the floor, and the fluid resevoir exploded from the force.

"THA BRAKES ARE GONE!!!" Zeke roared out the window, shattering the windshield from the Db level of his words.

'Oh, shit! New plan!' Hunter thought, breaking the proverbial chains that bound him to the three-ton vehicle, moved to the left (from Zeke's view), slowed down so he caught the rear bumper, reached under and grabbed the frame rails, and slowed further, pulling the truck with him with his superstrength, bringing the speed down to less than a hundred miles an hour, as Zeke grabbed ahold of the steering, and furiously jerked it left and right, trying to avoid trees and such, remembering the route.

Hunter then let go of the rear, before speeding in front of the truck, going Spider-Man on it, as he had his back to the truck, and dug his heels into the dirt, slowing to at least fifteen, before colliding with the house, going through the bedroom, before finally coming to a stop in the kitchen, sending the poor Golden retriever flying across the room through the wall on the other side.

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Back to First-Person...

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Hunter went flying through the room, making a Hunter-sized hole in the wall before the front bumper of Zeke's van punched through the wall.

"Holy shit!!!" we all exclaimed as we saw the retriever cross the room.

The Wolves made thier apperance known, as Zeke and Bane respectively punched and kicked thier way through the wall.

"Nice entrance." Ryan said.

"Whatever. What's the problem?" Zeke said.

"That." Dan said, pointing to the plant.

"Whoa, is that a Silvervine?" Bane asked.

"Y-You've seen it before?" Jord responded.

"Yeah... It only does that if your health is... less than perfect. Meaning it has healing abilities, even for us Werewolves."

"But, it's spit burned us! Like acid!" Dash exclaimed.

Zeke looked at Dash's face, then my arm, then Dan's head.

"Methinks it's got trust issues; If you don't trust it, it'll burn. If you do, it won't. I had a plant like that once, but it died from the O.D. of seed we all gave it."

'Um, guys? You mind getting us out of this FUCKING PLANT ALREADY!!!!' Dee shouted in our minds.

"Ow! that's quite a voice that camel's got." Zeke said.

We watched as Panat was the first to approach the plant.

"You're gonna have to spit'em out; they've spent too much time inside of you. They need to come outside." he said, touching the beastly plant's head, before getting sucked in by the plant, tail limply hanging out.

"Yeah, i think we're gonna have to slice'em open." Bane said.

"Yeah..." Dash said in doubt.

I thought about it: this plant, whatever it was, had healing properties, and trust was a key factor, if you didn't trust it, it would burn you, if you trusted it, it would not burn, and it would heal you.

On the other paw, we accidentally raised it in a negatively-charged environment, no-one except Dee and Jord were able to trust the plant, and the rest of us weren't.

Plus i wouldn't have room to keep a continously growing plant in the house, being occupied by those around me.

So i decided to let them rip the plant to shreds.

"All at once?" i asked.

"You bet. Every last one of us." Bane said.

"Don't worry, Mike; you're lucky you chose me as a mate. You're in the midst of a wolf pack that looks after each other, cares for one another, and--" Ryan's speech was interupted by Dee, actually using his mouth for once, as he screamed loud enough to vibrate the vine at a frequency that matched Panat, who started howling at the same frequency, at roughly the same decibel level as a Metallica concert times two.

The walls started shaking violently, urging us to get the fuzz out of there, as we ran out of my house, everyone got a ride, two to a bike, as i ran to my detached, secluded garage, which held an old '84 Ford Crown Victoria, a full sized sedan with some additions i made to it.

I started the engine, a W12 workhorse , growling through the supercharger sticking out of the hood.

It still had the auto transmission (still had no idea how to swap that one), so i grabbed the shifter arm, clacked it into 'OD', and punched it, the old car pulling a wheelie as i peeled out of the garage, the roof narrowly missing the top of the doorframe, before landing the front and drifted towards the trail, now cleared and turned into an unpaved roadway, Ryan and the others following closely behind.

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We raced back toward Ryan's place, everyone stopping in a neat line while i spun out to stop.

"Man, that sucked!" i said as i got out and approached the others.

"Looks like Karma kicked us in the balls-ski."

Exile said. "I feel sorry that you lost your house, Mike."

"I'm sure the others feel that way, but, um..." Hunter added.

"Y'know, i can still hear them in the house, can't you guys?" i asked.

The other Wolves, Ryan included, just stood still, ears perked towards the sound of Dee and Panat screaming and howling, suddenly getting louder by at least twenty decibels, as we heard the house crumble, followed by the van exploding.

I looked at Ryan, who had now grown into his Feral form. I then decided to go Feral myself, as i tried to remember how i looked like.

My fur got somewhat messy and unkept, as i grew another foot and a half, now at eight feet, five inches tall.

My muscle build rearranged itself into the optimal configuration for speed, agility and power, and my feet bent into the familiar shape of digitigrade feet and legs, rippling with muscle, as my vision grew so sharp, so clear, and my other senses were heightened ten times over, my hearing so precise, it sounded like those screams were right next to me, i could smell the truck burning, the scent pungent. All my senses were in 'maximum overdrive', helping me see clear through the forest in a straight line, seeing my place was not that far from Ryan's, perhaps nine miles away, as my improved mind worked on the distance between my place and Ry's.

"Ten miles." i said out loud, before walking towards the door-hung mirror in the locker room, to see my perfected Lycan form: 8' 5", uniform fur length, muscles bulging, not an ounce of fat on this body.

Whatever god it was that got turned into a wolf, would be jealous enough to kill me himself for this form...

...If he were alive, that is.

I walked toward the others, hearing Hunter and Exile having a conversation about the session of Halo 2 they were playing with Ryan, Dan, and Dee.

"What are you thinking, Ryan?" i asked, as my mind synchronized with the others.

"We go in for the kill." he growled, his voice gravelly and blood-tinged.

Jord and Dash didn't seem to be affected, probably because Dash was a Hybrid, half raccoon, half wolf, and Jord was not a Were.

Dash seemed to prove that theory wrong, as his clothing ripped to shreds by his rather quick transform, but he looked to be far different from the other Wolves; like he was still canidae, just from a different species. I searched my mind for all the research i did on the modern wolf's predecessors, coming up with 'Dire Wolf'.

Dash was a Werewolf from the Dirus branch of the Canis timeline.

"Holy shit, Dash, you're a-" i staggered.

"Yep. Got anything against it?"

"No, man, the more muscle, the better." i replied, before turning back to Ryan, noticing the sun had set already, leaving us with nothing but the lights from the vehicles lighting up the night.

'Okay, now i got this form, i could probably check out my new night-vision.' i thought to myself. In the movie 'Dog Soldiers', the werewolves could see at night through infrared. Here, i had different: Focusing on Ryan, my eyes adjusted to the light levels, and thus i was able to see clearly at night, as i looked out into the forest, i could see every individual grain of dirt on the ground, every single leaf on all the trees surrounding us.

And i wonder how one could sleep at night, if they could see through thier eyelids.

No wonder Werewolves like to live in dens, because it's darker inside.

"So, that means what? We go back and get them out of there?" i rather dumbly asked.

"Yep, and we're gonna do it.... Werewolf Style!" Ryan evilly answered.

Well, now i was one of his own, i wouldn't have to go through the initiation rape again; I probably did not want to know what their hazing ritual would be like, if they had one.

Jord took the liberty of turning off the lights, allowing us to see better in the dark.

"Uh, where's Kraig?" i asked before a pair of glowing demon-red eyes dropped down in front of me. My reaction? Smack it with my paw, hard enough to send it into a tree, then lunging at it, before tackling something halfway in my path.

"MOIKE! That's Kraig, you asshole!" Dan said.

'Asshole' was, my trigger word to best describe it, a name i despise being called, almost to the point of killing the unlucky S.O.B. who called me that infernal name.

So i instead started beating on Dan, landing a solid blow to his gut, sending him to the same tree.

"Ugh, ow..." Dan managed before catching sight of me, fur glistening in the moonlight (1/8 waning) as i proceeded to pick him up by the throat, smirking wickedly, before a paw grabbed my shoulder. I dropped Dan, then spun around and hit whoever was touching me square on the cheek, sending him spinning towards the bikes, toppling them over.

My fit of rage ended, replaced by fear, when i walked over to the one i just hit, seeing my lover, in a mangled heap, laying on the bikes, groaning in pain.

"Oh my god, Ryan, are you okay?" i asked as he reverted from his Feral state. "Oh, fuck, i just knew this was gonna happen!" i said, instantly freaking out at the thought, i just hit my mate, which sometimes is grounds for immediate break-ups.

All because Dan used 'that word'.

"I'm sorry, Ryan..."

I darted off into the night, not knowing where i was headed, but subconsiously knew where to go. My place, which, by now, is no more.

I skidded in the dirt, stopping when i hit a tree at a safer speed of nine miles an hour this time. Peeling myself from it, i looked around, seeing what was left of my home, the flames burnt themselves out long ago, all was cold.

'All my stuff....' i thought, as i walked back into the house, seeing the vine was still intact after the explosion, with Dee and Panat inside still, undigested.

"Look, plant, i haven't the time, so just spit my friends out, NOW!!!" i bellowed at the vine, before it started shaking hard from what i just said.

The plant then wilted, showing thier feet, before losing it's strength and falling over, splitting open and revealing Dee and Panat, safe and sound, in one piece, as i cradled the two of them in my arms, going over to where my bedroom used to be, i gently laid them down on the ground, before i laid next to, and curled up around them, silently crying myself to sleep.

No wonder they call being a werewolf a curse.... You hurt the ones you love....

'Ryan, i hope you'll forgive me...'

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An acceptable ending to this chapter, donchya think?

Your comment's probably gonna start something like: What's going to happen next/Are you planning on continuing this story/plz mek m0r3.

There will be more, it just takes awhile, so keep yer diapers on ;^D