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This story has lemons.
Override (c)1991 The Werewolf
Chapter 1 - Another Fine Mess...
The moment I awoke, I knew something had gone terribly wrong. My head ached as if I'd gone five rounds with the guards in Secure Technical and then had a fine dinner of nitric acid and glass. Everything seemed to be out of place and it seemed as if there were more of me than there should be. I opened my eyes for a moment then winced them shut. The light was blinding.
I shifted and realised that I was in bed, under thin, glossy sheets.
Something was particularly wrong with my nose... it went on far too long.
The hair on my arms conspired to drive me crazy with itching and every time I moved something tugged at my belly. And what was that thing crawling under the sheets... did someone put a cat in the bed with me?
Lying there, I tried to think back and figure out what had happened.
I had been in the sleep room wired into the system. My "horse" was a new contact in a fairly distant STC in the middle of a dead series of continua.
As a "rider" my job was to fall asleep, let the computer link my mind to the mind of a selected entity in the target STC and then dream. my dreams would be recorded and then analysed to determine something about the culture and people in the STC before launching a sideshuttle to make a visit in person.
"Ok," I thought, "all fine and good. So, why am I here, and where is here?" I shifted and felt a lump at the base of my spine. "What the hell?"
I thought, "What happened to me? If those bastards in Tech screwed up and..."
Gritting my teeth, I covered my eyes with my hand and slowly opened them. My eyes adjusted to the light. The room was clean and rather spartan.
The light streaming in from the window was a peculiar shade of blue - almost a turquoise or a cyan. The colours in the room looked all right though. Where was I?
Sitting up, I heard the sounds of someone puttering in the next room -
clinking sound and running water. It seemed much louder than it should have been. I pulled himself up to a better sitting position and grimaced at the double sensation of itchy hair and the feeling that somehow I had managed to sit on a broomhandle. I rested my arm on my lap and got the first shock...
My arm was covered in a dense, glossy, black fur.
At the arm's end, a hand - clearly not my own - with short fingers ending in sharp-looking, black claws. The fur covered the back of "my" hand and crawled around to the pad which was much like a normal hand, but a bit more leathery. "Christ! Christ... Jesus Christ..." The name spun around in my brain like a mantra in the hopes that somehow I'd suddenly awake and be back in the recliner in Data Collection.
I felt my grip starting to slip when a feminine voice called from the other room. A part of me knew that I didn't understand the language, yet I did. It seemed as if someone was doing a voice over dubbing - I could hear both versions of the voice. "Hey... sleepy... when are you getting up?"
called the voice.
"Uhm... soon... uh, hold on." I said. The same thing with my voice.
Clearly not mine, I could hear what I intended to say in English and knew that what my mouth did and said was not that. I hoped it made sense to the female. "Ok," she called back, "but don't dawdle too long... you have to meet"
- I heard a weird collection of sounds and my brain seized for a second then came up with "Stan at the university in two hours."
"Hours?" I thought to myself. "I wonder how long one of their 'hours'
is?" I looked down at "my" arms and my chest. A thicker white fur covering my chest blended into a dark grey at my sides. Lifting the sheet away, I looked further down my body and saw a thick, furred mound starting just below where my navel would be and snake down to my groin. The entire thing was covered in fur just thicker than that covering my arms and was a snowy white continuation of my chest and belly fur.
That same white fur formed two patches on the inside of my legs which were otherwise covered in the same dark grey of my side. Between my legs was a heavy tail which twitched against my legs... that was what I was sitting on.
I reached out and touched the mound. It was soft and spongy... yet there was something hard within it. As I pressed, I felt a shock of pleasure and a small, clear drop of liquid oozed from the black skinned opening which stared back at me. I touched the liquid and pulled my finger to my nose. A long glistening strand of liquid pulled from the tip, stretched out then fell to my belly fur.
Just then, the female stepped into the room, brushing the fur on her chest and arms. Her fur was coloured much as mine. Looking at her, I saw what looked much like a large wolf - crossed with a human. She was muscular, yet soft and rounded. She had no breasts to speak of, and her genitals were hidden in a furry mound. She walked on legs which seemed human enough, but with a peculiar bounding gait and moved to the side of the bed.
"Get up you lazy thing..." she said and gently struck me with the brush. I stood up and then fell back into the bed. I may have looked human enough, but the center of gravity was all wrong and I lost balance. Trying again, I managed to get up and stay up.
She put a clawed hand on my back. "Are you all right?" she asked.
"I.. I think so. Just a touch of dizziness." She looked at me in a way which my host's brain translated as "oddly". I hoped that I didn't screw this up too much.
I entered the room from which she had just emerged. It was a bathroom with a shower and a sink unit. The toilet looked very odd, almost like a saddle. Any hope that I might avoid having to figure this out flew out the window. Whatever these creatures had for internal plumbing, they still had a bladder and this one was telling me that it wanted to be empty.
Closing the door, I approached the john and tried to figure out how to do this. A full length mirror in the wall across from the toilet showed me my host's body. I was pretty muscular myself and my genital mound was surprisingly large and firmly attached to my belly by an elastic swatch of skin. I thought for a moment about dogs and fire-hydrants as the pressure in my groin grew more insistent.
Then it struck me, my host must have been doing this for years. I tried to relax and let reflex take over. Something drew me to the toilet and I flashed a feeling of mounting it. I swung my leg over the saddle and realised that the flared front - the saddle's horn - was placed exactly in the right place to accept my mound. I leaned forward and pressed the mound into the opening and felt a wet slickness and then a flow of liquid as I relieved my bladder.
Pulling back, I could see my shaft. It was pinkish-red and mottled with blood vessels. Instead of the mushroom-like cap, there was a pointed tip with a too-large opening. I climbed off the toilet and found a foot press on the floor which flushed the unit. I stood up and saw my host's penis still out of my sheath, the reddish skin a sharp contrast to the white fur. I cupped "my"
balls in my hand - they felt much like my own, just furrier.
I now realised that my tail was swishing about behind me. I turned to get a look from behind and saw that the grey side fur darkened into black over most of my back. She walked in at that moment and said "Don't fall in love with yourself... you're not that hot." and then swatted my rear.
This was not going to be easy...
My roommate (?) told me that she wanted what sounded like a jumble of singing and clicking which my host's mind identified as "bacon and eggs". Yeah right... chickens and pigs... I'll just bet that's what I'll find. It was only then that I realised that I was taking orders from her. I'd put up with that for now... obviously I thought it was normal or else we'd both be fighting it.
I started to pad out of the room when said "don't you think you should get dressed first? What is the matter with you this morning?" I looked around and saw a pile of cloth hanging on a hook which seemed familiar. Pulling it open,
I decided it was a long robe-like vest and pulled it over my shoulders. It was actually more like a poncho with a hole for my head, but the fumbling about as I tried to pull it over my head must have seemed comical to my lady "friend".
She started making a deep, rumbling sound in her chest which was translated into laughter.
She walked to me and gave me a long lick on my muzzle. I felt a powerful tingling in my sheath and my balls pulled up. Obviously the fellow was really hot for her. Her nose started quivering and she said "not now... we don't have time to get tied up for the morning... tonight. Now get down there and make breakfast" and gave my rear another swat.
I was getting real tired of her patronising manner./pre