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The Dream That Turned Real "Ridin' Solo"

Part One: New Beginnings

Note: This series picks up after the last one. If you haven't read the last chapter of the first series, i recommend you read from part one of the last series.

Characters (including myself) created by me.

I awoke to the sun in my face, the rays of warmth tickling me.

I sat up, rubbed my eyes and looked around at the ruins thas was my only home, remembering last night. i then caught sight of my hands, which were human looking.

'What...' i thought. i then cross my eyes, noticing my human looking nose, before seeing something in the corner of my eye: what remained of one of my dozen door-hung mirrors.

I got up and walked over, bending over to pick up the mirror shard to get a somewhat better look at myself, as i brought it to eye level, seeing not a wolf's face, but rather a human one.

Moving the mirror down, i only saw human parts, even 'down there', as i subconciously tried to swish my tail, feeling behind to feel no tail back there.

'Aw, man!' i thought to myself, feeling empty from the loss of my wolven form, powers, and recently, mate.

I turned to look at where i slept, seeing no one there, no Blitz, Diablo, or Panat.

I sighed out of sadness, shedding a lone tear, as it ran down my face, dripping down onto the fragments of the mirror i dropped.

"Well, at least i had fun... while it lasted." i said out loud, knowing nobody would hear me. "Oh well..."

I walked over to where the laundry room was, looking around for the dryer, which would've gotten sent flying from the explosion, finding it wrapped on a tree not far from the room, the drum sticking out of the shell, going over to it, and found the shirt and jeans (unders with a hole in the back for the tail included), and slipped them on.

"They still kept the scent." i said, noticing they still smelled of fabric softener.

My house was built like a log house, but using modern materials, now reduced to all but a couple of walls that still stood.

"All my stuff." i repeated myself from last night. "Looks like it's back to the stone age for me."

After a few seconds i remembered the shed i kept the Crown Vic in, looking in that direction, seeing it was still intact, a safe distance from the explosion.

"Well, maybe not."

Upon further investigation i saw holes in the front of the building from shrapnel, as i walked into the shed, seeing all my tools in the back.

I even expanded it underground, so all my other tools would be safe, as i walked down the ramp into the storage area.

I looked around the room, seeing a few chainsaws on the wall, with some hatchets, axes, machetes, and whatnot. I thought hard about what to do next, what would be first priority?

I walked out of the shed and looked at the remains of the house, noticing the blackened frame of the WolfWerks van.

'Why did i not notice that?'

"Oh, boy, this is gonna take a while; like i got anything else to do right now."

I looked at the walls that were left standing.

"Man, i'm gonna need a bulldozer to clean this up."

I couldn't believe the events that happened after i met Ryan: Slow dancing in the nude, fucking until he came so much it went right through me, getting caught, and introduced to the others, getting swallowed whole by a size-shifting bear, coming out the other end, the wind in my face as i rode Ryan's dirtbike, getting raped by a Feral werewolf, meeting the Road Rovers in furson, to name a few.

"Well, i guess i should start on this, if i'm gonna rebuild my house."

I knew that after i sent Ryan crashing into the bikes, as well as assaulting Dan for using the 'A.H.' word, after i sent Kraig into a tree for startling me like that, i just knew i would not dare go back to Ryan's house, not after what i did. That was grounds for a massive, violent breakup, as well as losing your lycanthropic abilities, as i just found out.

This HAD to be my biggest mistake for being with him: i found a strange plant, brought it home, and the fuggin' thing swallowed three of my friends. Result: We ran back to his place, the fox dropped down in front of me, and the fur flew. But i'm probably repeating myself.

The main material i used to build my house was obviously wood, in the form of your normal two-by-four, now spintered and scattered around the place.

Of course, my yard was bigger than my house, with the house on one side, closest to the driveway, if you looked at it from a bird's eye view, with the driveway on the right, the house was close to that side, and i had more than enough space on the property to build either two houses side by side or end to end, or one large house that would not make any sense to build, factor in the time it would take to build something that big...

Looking up at one of the trees, i estimated the one i was looking at, to be around four stories high, knowing that my house was one-story, at eleven feet tall, without the roof, from floor to ceiling.

So a tree that was that tall, would be a real challenge for me to take down and trim to the sizes i'd need to rebuild.

I walked back into the shed, pulling out my favorite chainsaw off the shelf: an old Husqvarna 36 with the longest bar the company made for their newer heavy-duty logging models.

"You ready?" i asked it. "Alright, let's do this."

I did the usual procedure for using it: Fill both the chain oil, and gas tanks, check the plug, and fire it up. It roared to life in two pulls. I then switched it off, as i decided on which one to cut.

"Okay, let's see: should i cut that one, or this one?" i asked.

This was going to be a very difficult task, but i did it before, i could do it again.

But before i blindly start cutting trees down and possibly get squished, i thought about which tree to cut.

"Man, this would be easier if i still had my wolf senses; plus i'd have more stamina, and endurance, not to mention the strength to get the logs to thier final place".

I had decided on a tree on the trail that led to Dan's bar, and Ryan's place, as i started the chainsaw, walking over.

I started by making the 45 degree angle at the bottom, aiming it to fall towards the remains of the old house. It took a while, because of the thickness of the wood, combined with the length of the bar, but i finally got that chunk out, before making the final cuts that would soon have it falling.

I decided not to call out 'timber!' as i was the only one living here, as the tree cracked and creaked, as i got out of the way, behind the tree behind it, as it crashed down with a pronounced 'thud', shaking the ground as it hit the walls, sending them down with it. I stopped the saw, walking over to where the tip of the fallen tree lay.

I restarted the saw, and started cutting the branches from it; i would use them later, if not for firewood.

The overall diameter of the tree was at least the size of a 27" boob-tube TV, speakers on the bottom instead of the sides, i could easily wrap my arms around it.

I proceeded to turn this tree into posts for the rest to go in between and overlap, easily getting thirty-two posts out of it, eight posts per wall, dragging them to their final locations, before carving the ends that were to go into the ground into points.

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I dug the post-holes already, and started putting the posts in, using all my muscles just to stand them up and get them in. It was exhausting work, but not without reward: Progress, as i looked at my work, the foundation for a simple log house, that would be somewhat temporary, before i can patch things up with everyone, especially Ryan, whom i was starting to miss already, how he had filled me in more ways than one...

I cleared my head of those thoughts, vowing to stay strong, and reminding myself of the task at hand, as i dropped another tree, parallel to the posts on the right (again, birds eye view, with the driveway on the right).

After i dropped three other trees, same diameter and height, and stripping them of branches, i went back and forth, as i cut one tree into even sized logs, then the others...

i had no idea as to how much gas i used to do all of it, as the saw cooled down, i opened the tank to see i still had a quarter of a tank left.

"Wow, i'm impressed, big guy. You lasted through that whole session without breaking a sweat. I think you deserve a good rest after this."

I figured the best route to take while building the house, would be to 45-degree the ends and fit them like a puzzle. And that i did, before finally running out of gas right after i trimmed the last log.

"You must be thirsty, man." i told it. Why was i talking to my chainsaw? Good luck, maybe, so it won't break on me?

I returned to the shed to put it away; it would not be needed for now. Although...

"Hmm... maybe i should- Yeah, square up the logs where they make contact with each other."

Pulling out another chainsaw, an old Echo CS-3000 with a twelve inch bar, going through the checklist again, i got it running, and stopped it to line up the logs, then returning to the saw and flattening one side of all the logs, then stopping and flipping the logs over and ran the saw across them again.

All in a half-hour or so, i'm horrible at keeping track of time.

"All right, not bad." i told the saw. Gah! I was doing it again!

I put the saw back in the shed, then, suddenly, i got hungry. "Aw, damn!" i said. "Well, good thing i got these-" i stopped, seeing no citrus fruit trees where i was looking, to the sides of the shed.

Odd, i thought, they were there a few days ago.

I ignored my stomach, and focused on getting my cabin done. In my mind, i saw it from above looking down: it would be twice the size of the old house, but more natural.

I tried to drag the first log, weighing at least three hundred pounds, but my empty stomach told me otherwise, rumbling in protest.

"I could've sworn i had a few trees over there, apple, tangerine, and grapefruit, as well as a few berry bushes."

I then remembered i had a storage freezer packed with non-perishable foods, mostly canned fruit, Hot pockets, pizza rolls, and i remembered i had a few hunks of meat in there.

Boy, did i make that last part sound wrong, heh.

I walked in there, and since i had solar installed on the shed, i knew i had some power, as i opened the door and looked inside. I figured i would save the best for last, as i grabbed a can of fruit cocktail (i usually get the kind with the pop-top) and closed the door.

Grabbing a plastic fork, i headed back outside, eating the contents of the can as i sat down on a log, looking at my progress, replaying it in my head as a time-lapse video, thinking about how long i've been up since i awoke this morning.

"'Kay, sun rises in the east... sets in the west..." i thoughtfully said, waving my fork to those directions (pointing it to the east, then over to the west), "Judging by the shadows the posts are casting, it would be somewhere around..." i paused, looking it over a clockface in my mind, "Nine-ish?" i guessed, emptying the rest of the can into my mouth, before placing the can in the recycle bin.

My stomach now satisfied, i resumed work on the house, as i effortlessly dragged the heavy logs into thier new positions. Granted, it took a while to get even the first ones into place, but in the span of two or three hours, i had all four walls put up already, strategically putting the doors on the left and right walls, parallel to each other, and knowing the exact location of the moon when it rose, i put the window, sized for a ten foot beast of a werewolf to easily enter/exit, facing that direction, to the northern side of the eastern wall, which would be my room.

After all that was done, i began work on the interior walls, which i thought was a rather retarded move, as with a normal log house, you'd put posts where all the walls are gonna be, then you'd do all the walls at once. I think. Then, somewhat notch the intersections so they don't slip.

Going back to my Huskie, i filled it up, then went back out to cut some more lumber for the inside walls.

*Chainsaw revs three times, tree cracks, leaves rustle and THUD!!*

I limbed the tree like the others before it, and before i chopped it into pieces, i powered off the saw and went in the shell of a house to freestyle a floor plan.

I finally figured out how i wanted it to be, the obvious one being the bedroom, large enough for a werewolf couple to get buck wild in.

The bathroom would be three times as big as the old one, easier to move around in.

I designed this new house to accomidate two Werewolves, plus the WolfWerks crew, Yiffe Inne staff, and the Road Rovers, to make it short.

I got all the walls in, when i noticed a change in the daylight; it was starting to get dark.

"Crap, i still gotta get the roof done!" i said. I then remembered the height i was making this at: 18' with no roof. I sighed in disbelief: i painted myself into a corner on this one, how was i gonna be able to get all the logs on there? If i made them into palletes, it would be easier, i'd get more logs on there, then again, these buggers weigh three hundred alone, together, it'd be like trying to lift a horse.

I crossed my arms and tried to think of a possible solution, 'cause if it were to rain, well, it's obvious as to what would happen in that scenario.

It would be easier if i had a crane, or at least two or three other people, but i was gonna do this, all by myself.

So i thought really hard, trying not to waste any more daylight, before coming up with a somewhat half-baked idea: fell three more trees, limb them, and use them as ramps after trimming them down to an appropriate weight, so i could lean them on the posts, strap them on, then roll the logs up to the top.

It was a 'desperate times' scenario, so i gave it a shot.

*chainsaw starts, revs, trees fall, more revs, saw stops*

I didn't need the logs too long, or they'd be super heavy, so i cut them to at least twenty feet, then trimmed them into square posts, shedding thier individual weight to 238 pounds at the most.

i put them up against the wall facing the trail, going into the shed to grab my Bubba Rope, tying them to the posts, and walking up the length to the top of the house, testing the other two the same way.

I decided to have just a flat roof; i could add on to it later; right now i just needed something to live in at least. After all, necessity is the mother of invention, is it not?

I had quite a few bubba ropes, like a crate full of them. I knew they would come in handy some day.

I rolled one of many fourty-foot logs to the starting line, tying a rope across it, then another one in the middle of the first rope, tossing it over the ramp, landing inside the house.

I pulled with all the human strength i had, as the rope stretched and compressed with each pull, like a rubber band.

It took another hour, but i got enough logs up there to cover the bedroom.

Going back into the shed, i grabbed another fruit cocktail. I had at least ten, out of a whole box of maybe a thousand.

Yes, the storage area also had a room connected to it, underground, that held my foodstuffs, what of it?

I had LED lighting in all the rooms, putting out as much light as a 200 watt bulb each, without the heat and battery drain of the older types.

At second thought, i might as well have built an underground house, the roof even with the ground level. But then again, bad idea, it could cave in; i'd have no way out, you'd know how that would end.

After finishing the can, i brought out a couple of LED worklights out and stood them up to face the house, putting one on each side.

I decided to stop while i was ahead, and rest for a while, regain my strength to pull more logs up to the roof. For now, i would eat the fruit cocktails, limiting myself to five cans, evenly spaced throughout the day, until i got the house finished, then, once i convinced Ryan to come back, we'd have the steaks for a housewarming/welcome back sort of thing, inviting everyone i met. I would understand if Dan and Kraig didn't want to come, they had suffered enough already while i hung out with them: Dan annoyed Ryan, getting his tail kicked in return each time; Kraig had two bikes blow up on him already, the second one nearly catching him right after he parked it. Beating on them both would probably scar them for life, so i wouldn't invite them, but they could come over if they wanted to.

I took the branches i cut from the trees i used, and put them in my room, arranging them into a eight by ten nest, putting all the leaves in the center for cushions, then taking a car cover and putting it on top, shielding me from the leaves and bark so i wouldn't wake up in the middle of the night, feeling itchy.

Putting all the worklights in the house, i figured i should just finish the roof; i was wide awake, and was growing restless from the lack of things to do.

So i put whe worklights back in their original spots outside, and grabbed the bubba ropes.

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I got all the logs up on the roof, which would remain flat for now.

"Wow! Took a while, But the reward is always worth it: A home, fit for a werewolf. Two, actually, plus all my friends." i said, breathing hard, the sign of a long day's work.

That got me thinking: Because everyone (except the three) was there, they saw what i did, but then i apologised to Ryan before running off. Since he was in his Feral form , i knew he wouldn't take any damage from landing on the bikes, unless...

No, it wouldn't happen, because all the handlebars were curved back, so all he got were probably a few scrapes and scratches, nothing major, but the emotional damage was done already.

So i decided not to go looking for him, making sure he was all right, although it would be the ultimate test of incredable bravery, to show him i still cared. But then again, he might kill me for what i did.

So i let my lover, probably turned predator after the encounter, come looking for me, he knows my scent, i've been broadcasting it through my sweat, which was a lot after rebuilding the house.

I already knew that a werewolf's mating bite marked the partner for life; it wouldn't be too visible, but it was always there, in human form, you wouldn't always see it, but in wolf, or feral, form, it showed up as bite marks, either visible, no fur where you would've been bit, or not, it'd be hidden under your fur.

If you were scratched, it would show up in human form, but it would look like something other than a werewolf did it, for example, you get attacked by another animal (bear, mountain lion, etc.) and you narrowly escape with a few claw marks.

I went back into the house, seeing how dark it was inside, so i decided to bring a few worklights in, bending them so the lights would face downward.

I went back out to the shed, and came back in with a box full of magazines, ranging from DIY projects to furry comics, to furotica and PlayFur and other assorted gay furry porno mags with pictures in it, even a full one-year subscription to Hot Furs Magazine, bringing them into my room, pointing a light at my 'nest', as i laid down and picked up an issue of Hot Furs, looking through it, forcing myself to not get a boner, successfully.

Putting down that mag, i looked through a few automotive magazines, then tech mags, then photography, then a book with gay soft vore short stories.

"Hmm..." i said, raising a brow at my appendage, standing tall in my jeans. So much for that.

i ignored it to look out the window, seeing a full moon in view. I thought about the classic werewolf transformation scene: when the moon's out, you turn, no two ways around it. But it was always exactly the night of the full moon.

I turned off the worklights to rest the batteries, and went outside to check it out. I wished i had my camera, but it got destroyed.

I didn't really feel like doing anything, aside from basking in the moonlight, walking around the old house, picking up whatever mirror fragments i could find in the rubble, piecing them back together, running to the shed to get some duct tape (always have a roll handy; you never know when you're gonna need it!), then back to the mirror, flipping all the pieces i could find over, taping them together, taping the edges so i wouldn't get cut, even though i just sliced my finger on a shard while taping them together.

After that, i found some copper pipes that were just the right size, and taped them into a frame for the mirror, solidly taping the glass edges to the metal pipes.

Leaning the mirror against the wall in the bedroom, i looked at it, all the pieces were aligned just enough to register a good enough reflection.

"It'll do." i said, walking back out to stare at the full moon some more, looking at the cut on my finger, as it still bled, not heavy, but normal.

'If only turning into a werewolf was as simple as staring at the moon for a few hours. Uninterrupted.'

Walking over to the entrance to the house, i ripped the wolf off of my shirt in one piece, before wiping my blood on it, finding a sliver of copper pipe on the ground, i hung the fabric from the doorway, driving the metal into the wood with a rock.

I wiped the rest of the blood on my finger on the patch of fabric, before ripping another strip and taped it on my finger as a bandage.

Even though i had bandages and stuff in the shed, i decided to 'rough it' and just do whatever. Finding a piece of silver, from something i had in the house, i picked it up, expecting it to burn, but it didn't.

'Wow, that means ALL my powers are gone...' i thought, gripping the silver chunk hard enough to hurt.

I could tell, not being a werewolf, WAS the curse, as i remembered all the furs i met, most of them wolves.

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Please read part two for the action.

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