Officer Werewolf..
#1 of Officer Werewolf
We have police dogs.. So why not Police Weres?
This story has been bouncing around my computer for a while. Still to complete it so I decided to put it into instalments.
Any comments for more gratefully received :>
Officer Werewolf
Hi.. let me introduce myself.
I'm Brad (unofficial) Officer Brad of the Hill's County police force.. And I'm a Werewolf!!
How did I get to be in the force, especially in my wolven form - now that is the story.
It started with a camping trip about 2 years ago. Usual story - heard something outside of the tent. Went to investigate and Whammo.. Something large and furry hit and bit me. He (it was definitely a he) did other things to my person I will not describe but my instincts after that was to leave everything and RUN!!!
I tried to describe what had happen to the local doctor (and leaving out the more ahem... intimate details) and he told me that it must have been a large dog. Well about 2 weeks after that I had my first change.
Contrary to popular belief - you do remember who you are when you change. The change itself was not pleasant at first but when it was over I found myself looking in the mirror at a 7 foot tall two legged wolf.
You all seen those movies where there is an actor parodying the movements of another actor - making out that he was a mirror. Well - this visage was doing the same to me. I quickly caught on that there was no other in the room and it was me that had developed a thick 12 o-clock shadow all over my body, a long tail, and my 'equipment' seem to have its own jockstrap.
I lived by a park and so the temptation to get out and explore became too strong and I snuck out the window and down the fire escape to run. I learn a lot that night about my new form and it's abilities.
The second night the feelings to get out were stronger and I found myself howling softly to the moon from my window. That certainly annoyed the neighbours.
My nighttimes explorations were having an affect on my daytime habits too. I felt tired and moody.. And my relationship with my boss - never the best - catapulted into outright hostility, followed by my departure from that firm.
To make things worst when I arrived home I found an eviction notice on my door. The landlord had gone into my apartment after the complaints of the neighbours re my howling and found my shed coat around the place. No Pets and so I was out in the street.
I was never one for many belongings and so it took me a few minutes to pack and leave.
So.. Jobless and homeless what was I to do.
Sitting in the parks and grumbling about my lot in life I looked at my hands and found that I could change them into furry paws just by concentrating. Then the idea came to me.. Why not! There were plenty of strays around. I could stay low and just enjoy the freedom of being in my new form.
The next 6 months were fun. As I said that I was never a violent sort so during the night I relaxed into my werewolf form - the two legged one. And during the day I slept or made it around the park in my four-legged form. Now you may think that a wolf is pretty obvious but in that form I looked like a very large grey German Shepherd. Sort of a wolf on steroids.
I got along well with the other inhabitants. With my smell and hearing I could avoid them easily when I wanted to. And my eyesight was still very good. At night it was like the whole world was lit up too.
There were a few kindly souls who took pity on my attempts at begging for food. And there were still a lot of wild life around so the odd duck or rabbit was never missed. I was careful to clean up my tracks so that no-one found a mangled corpse to spoilt their day
Kids seemed to love me and often made a fuss of me. That's was something else I enjoyed - playing ball or jumping for frisbee's. Silly as it sounds there was a lot of enjoyment in simple freedoms.
But things do change and one day I awoke to sirens. It was the day after the full moon and some-one in the park had been murdered. Modus Operandi - throat torn out by very large teeth.
I was truly puzzled. I thought if there was another wolf or a werewolf in the park I would have detected them. But there were no unusual scents around.
After the police cleared out I carefully padded around picking up scents and clues but the only scents I found were human.
The press furore died down in a couple of days and I was able to relax slightly. The local visitors to the park were a little more wary but in daylight and my four-legged form they did not seem too nervous about me.
The next month the moon rose above the park and I went on my nightly travels. I had a pretty set routine that I followed where I went. It was about 12 when I was at the west end of the park when I heard a loud howl from the other side.
The howl sounded.. Strange.. Mechanical like a.. Recording. At least that is what my instincts told me. Curious I made my way over to the east and caught the scent of fresh blood.
The sight before me was horrific. A local tramp on a bench, his throat torn out and still pumping blood. I heard a noise near me and turned to see a darkish figure carrying something. He raised it and I heard a small 'Phutt' as a dart hit my shoulder.
"Death to you demon spawn" he called and then turned and ran. As he left I heard the howl again and in the distance sirens. Groggily I turn and leaned against the tree as my body filtering out the toxins from my bloodstream. Fortunately I was able to stagger away but I was worried. Someone knew of my existence and was trying to frame me..
Back at my burrow I contemplated my options.. Flee.. This was my home. Fight.. Not really in my nature and it did not know what else this person had up his sleeve against my kind.
I wished there was another I could talk to about my form but I was wary or returning to where I had been bitten.
The next day the papers had a field day "Werewolf Killer on the loose". Some of my fur had been found at the scene so that added speculation. I saw in the paper that the head investigator was a old school friend of mine.. Maybe that was a solution?
I had tried to change back to human form previously but found that my continuing lupine form had made this painful and almost impossible so I had to work out another means. When in two legged form I still had hand/paws that could type or use buttons. In fact they were just as agile as my old human hands. Even more so as the thicker pads on my palms protected them better and I had strong claws to grip and score things with. So padding over to one of the phones in the park I called my friend.
"I'd like to speak to Detective Peter Showls please. I have information regarding the murders in the park"
I waited until I was put thought and recognized the voice at the other end
"Detective Showls"
"Peter. Its Brad Coulson from your old school.."
"Brad - long time no hear - how are you and how can I help you?"
"Peter. Look - I have information on the murders in the park. I'd like to meet you somewhere and talk with you."
"Ok.. why not here at the station?"
"No Peter. Look - you know the bridge at the park. Meet me under it on the east side at 8pm. I can explain everything them. Please - remember when you broke your leg and I carried you to the doctors. You trusted me then and I need you to trust me now"
"Ok Brad.. I don't know what you can do but I'll meet you there at 8pm."
7:30pm came around and I nervously padded around. I had one chance at making this work and if I blew it? I'd be a hunted werewolf.
At five to eight I heard someone walking along the path way and then stopped next to the bridge.
"Peter. Is that you"
"Yes Brad - where are you"
I shifted to four legs and carefully walked out
"Peter.. Its me.. I need you help because someone is trying to frame me."
He expression was shocked. A large grey dog talking to him with my voice
"Ok Brad - very funny. What it is - radio on the dog and you hiding elsewhere"
I sighed, "Peter, I wish it was this easy. Maybe this will help"
Slowly I shifted to 2 legged form and his jaw dropped"
"Peter - its still me. The Brad that you knew from school. Only my form and this ability has changed. As I said, I am being framed and I don't know by who or why"
"Ok.. Ok.. let me breath for a moment"
He took a couple of deep breaths. Its not often you have your sense of reality shifted sideways a couple of feet.
"Ok Peter - how did you get that way"
I told him my story. How I moved into the park, made myself a den, and wandered around at night. Fortunately I had kept the dart and gave that to him.
He thought for several minutes after I had finished. "What do you want me to do Brad?"
"This fellow, who ever he is, seems to know my movements. If I was in a known place - witnessed by others when the next attack occurred then that would mean that I did not do it"
He nodded "But that still leaves the other two murders. You seem to have a fair set of fangs there"
"I know - but I did not do it.. How can I prove it"
Peter though some more.. "Ok Brad - I'll tell you something that is not known. There were no traces of saliva in the wounds of the victim. The presence of grey fur at the second you have explained. Would.. would you be willing to talk to someone else about this."
I had tried to keep a low profile since my change and I still wanted to. But this was a difficult choice.
"Peter I'd need to keep a low profile. If my existence was know then I'd be a target for every nut hunter who wants to prove something."
"I can understand that, I can keep things as quite as possible"
"Ok.. I'll leave my life in you hands. Just remember you once had your life in mine"
Peter wandered away and made a few calls then returned. "Ok, I spoke with the coroner and said that I had a dog that we need to do a bite test on"
"Bite test?"
Peter nodded "You bite something and we get an impression of your teeth. We can then match this to the wounds on the victim's neck. If they match then, well I don't need to explain further.. but if they do not then it would indicate that you were not the assailant."
I shifted to four paws and followed Peter out of the park to his car. He looked at me "Do you have a collar and lead?" I shook my muzzle "no, just stayed low when the dog catcher was about"
We drove for about 15 mins to a deli where he popped in for a few minutes, and then returned.
"Sorry about this by it makes me more comfortable and it will help with the deception" as he clipped a collar and lead around my neck.
"Ok.. I'll live with this but No doggy bowl.. OK"
He chuckled and set the car into drive.
The coroner turned out to be a woman in her mid forties and seem to know Peter very well.
"Peter you call me down here at night for this?"
"Sorry Sally it could not wait. This is the dog I need to test"
She looked at me "It is a big beast, should he be muzzled or tranked"
Peter looked at me "Brad - I trust Sally and I think you should do the same. so.. could you"
So I revealed my two-legged self to another person.
She did not take it that well. And it took Peter 30 mins to coax her out of a locked storeroom.
When she returned I had reverted to four legs and just lay there on the floor "Sally " I began "Peter is a friend of mine. I am being framed and you may be able to prove my innocence."
Sally took a deep breath and resumed her composure "Ok.. Brad was it" I nodded "We need to do a bite test. Do you know what that is"
I nodded my muzzle "You want me to bite something and to measure the impressions"
Sally nodded and walked over to a cupboard and produces a large block of plasticine "Brad, do you know how you became infected?"
I bit my pride "err.. I was bitten whilst camping.. and well.. errr.. raped as well"
Peter looked at me with astonishment whilst Sally just grabbed a couple of thick latex gloves.
"Until we know the infection medium I'll take additional precautions. Now, How many wolf forms do you have"
"Two.. no, three. I can manage a smaller version of my two-legged form. "
She split the block into three pieces and handed them to me.
"Ok - Big Bite - as if you were going to do that"
I gulped and opened my jaws, sinking them into the soft putty, shifted and did the same again. Sally held the last for me when I went to four paws.
She handed me a glass of water that I gratefully lapped.
"What is next?" I asked.
"We make a cast of them with plaster and then see how they fit the wounds" Sally replied busying herself with various bowls and spatula's.
Peter and I managed to fill each other in on the details of our lives whilst Sally made the casts. After about 3 hours she returned with 3 sets of teeth on a trolley.
"Ok, this will be the moment of truth. If your teeth match the wound then you will be definitely guilty. Jaw patterns are very unique to the individual. Do you want to get a lawyer or something"
I shook my head "I know I am innocent. I just want to prove it"
"Ok.. First - your four legged form" She picked the teeth up and went to one of the cadavers that they had pulled from the freezer.
"Now we can see where the hinge would be so this is the line if the bite. I noticed you couldn't twist your jaw sidewise much so it makes it easier.
She tried various fits and movements until she was satisfied "Brad, I would say that it would be impossible for these jaws to cause the wounds"
I let out a small huff of relief as she grabbed the second jaws. She went through the same procedure and then came to the same conclusion.
The final set was tested. I noticed Peter unconsciously reaching for his gun as Sally busied herself.
"Ok Brad, I know you can change your shape but these three casts do not match. The fangs on the upper jaw that made these are off centred and have a definite overhang. Yours do not. Is there anything else you want to tell us?
I shook my muzzle "Nothing I can thing of. Only where do we go from there. I'd like to help. I can see better than most people and my hearing and scent tracking are excellent. Plus I can describe what I am smelling which is something you standard police dog can do."
Peter thought for a while "Lets put that one on hold Ok"
Suddenly he phone went off and he answered it. He face looking graver by the second.
"Brad, it looks like you are off the hook. Another body had been found and you have an alibi of being here. The chief is rampant and the press is giving him hell. Let me talk to him"
I chatted with Sally about her work. She was not more curious than wary and I obligated her by giving her saliva samples. She was also curious about my physiology re my balance on two paws and the changes my shape went through.
I heard the entrance of someone before the others did and dropped to all fours. A large burly man came in whom I took to be this 'chief'
"Ok Peter. What is this that you so need to tell me? You found the dog who did it."
"No Sir. It's a little tricky but Sally here has determined that this was not the dog that did it. However I want you to meet an old school friend of mine called Brad, who is being framed"
The Chief looked around until his gaze fell upon myself once more so I spoke "Hello Chief.. I am Brad Coulson, and I'd like to offer my skills to find the perpetrator"
The Chief glared at Peter "A Joke - Peter.. At a time like this"
Peter should his head "No.. but Brad does have some interesting stories and abilities"
I explained what had happened to the chief and he talked to Sally re her tests.
"Ok - the mayor is on my back. The press is suggesting tealeaf readers.. So a werewolf helping us will not be too far out of the picture. Just how do we handle it?"
Peter answered "Well, on 4 paws he can at least look like a large dog. So we can use him that way for scent and tracking, and maybe fit him with a Bug so we can talk to him."
The chief nodded "This is moving a bit fast for my liking but we have little else to go by. It seems our main suspect" and with that he looked sternly at Brad "has the perfect alibi, unless there are more of you out there"
"Not as far as I know and I have been here for a couple of years"
The Chief mused on this for a moment. "Ok you two. I'll let you Peter sort out the details of how you are going to handle Brad. And I want you both in my office at 10 next morning to tell me How you can pull this off.."
Both Peter and I nodded as the Chief turned and walked off. Sally returned from putting the cadavers away and as she passed she unconsciously reached out to ruffle my head fur. "Oh Brad.. sorry I did not mean"
I laughed "Its ok Sally. I have gotten used to the way that you humans (Humans ? I have come so far in the way I view myself?) Like to pet things. Believe me I get mobbed my kids at the park."
That seemed to put her embarrassment at ease.
"Ok you two" she replied smiling "I need my beauty sleep and I think you guys have a busy day tomorrow". A polite way of saying 'Get out of my office so I can Go Home!!!'
Back at Pete's place I shifted to two legged form and took off the collar relaxing on the soft couch, and then changing into my larger form. Pete went into the kitchen and came out with a couple of beer cans.
"err.. Can you" he asked gesturing
"Well - I can certainly open one with my fangs - be an interesting party trick. However if you have a glass."
He got one and I poured the amber liquid into it.
"Cheers" I said - raising mine and then gently lapped. Pete looked surprised for a moment and then shrugged. It would be one of many things he would be getting used to.
"So.. Where do you want to sleep. I have a spare bed"
"That would be fine. Really - I am no different from when you knew me, except I am bit larger and more furry too."
I was glad in a way to be back to civilization. It was nice to have the freedom but fleas and other pests do become tiring. And I was looking forward to a decent warm shower.
"I'm about to pop down to the shop for some milk.. you need anything special like err.. dog food"
I think the glare I gave him was enough but I asked for some pet shampoo, esp. one with antivermin, and some of the tougher dog biscuits. Hey - they are good for the teeth. But I was NOT going to eat the slop that people made for dogs!!
Whilst I waited for Pete to return I idly flicked through the channels on the TV, catching up with a bit of the news and trying to ignore the building pressure down below from the beer.
The pressure won out and I padded into the bathroom to use the john. Scents assaulted me. Deodorants, shampoos', mildew under the tub, dried piss behind the pan. Not that Pete was untidy or anything but my nose was a LOT more sensitive than any humans. A light scent could be overpowering for me.
Looking down at the pan I pondered how to go about this. In all of my forms I was decidedly canid 'down there', with a penile bone and a long sheath covering everything. Pissing against a tree was easy as the stream when up and out. But pointing down would be tricky. I ended up fully unsheathing and aiming down.
Whilst I was relieving I heard Pete come in.
"Brad - you here"
"In here Pete"
Pete wandered in holding the shampoo and got an eyeful of my equipment.
"Err Wow. Sorry Brad"
"Its ok. I sort of lost the nudity fears a long while ago. And it is the only way I could have taken a piss in here"
I could feel his eyes on me as I shook the last few drips out and then released my sheath - letting it slide up and cover me. Nice to have a built in jock strap.
Pete and I grew up together. For a long time we were the best of friends and shared everything.. Including our first sexual experiences.
"Its ok Pete.. Ask away. I still remember us from school"
He blushed at that - something that I could do without folks knowing. "err. Does it still work the same?"
"A little different. I have a bone so it's always rigid. From what I have worked out I am pretty like any canid."
"Including the .. well .. you know - thing that get stuck"
I laughed at that "Yes - The knot. But it only swells just before I pop."
That seemed to satisfy him and I headed back to the lounge.
"So Pete. You not married, partnered etc" I asked..
He shook his head "You mentioned.. back at school". I nodded and he continued "well. After that I never.. found girls that interesting. What about yourself"
I chuckled "Be difficult in this form. Unless the ladies enjoy it 'doggy' fashion."
Pete grinned "Don't you mean 'Wolfy' fashion?"
I grimaced and threw a cushion at him.
We sat for a few minutes watching the TV. I could smell Pete's scent changing, and his eyes were also on me more. Chuckling under my breath I stretched out some more so that my equipment was more on show. Not that I minded Pete's attentions. It has been a long time since I had any contact with another. But I'd have to work out really what was safe. Did they make condoms for forms like myself? What was the transfer mechanism for what changed me?
Pete's scent was getting stronger and I could see him shifting a little to hide his embarrassment so I decided to give him a break.
Life was going to be interesting with an ex partner around, and I still did not know what was safe and what was not safe to do..