The Dream That Turned Real: Resurrection

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= (Flashback to Ridin' Solo Part 4)

"If you're really gonna kill me this time, so be it."

Ryan charged at me, running at full speed towards me, before a blur of a silouette came between us as Ryan crashed into us, feeling my body break apart as i lost consiousness the second time that night, this time, i knew it was permanent, as i felt a giant paw on the chest of whoever took the hit for me, slowly crushing me below him, as my mind stopped wandering and wondering, my last thought was, would Ryan join me in death after finding he killed his only mate?

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Ryan flinched his ears as a hard tennis ball smacked him in the back of the head. Turning, he spotted Muzzle, glaring at the Feral werewolf.

"Hey! Ryan!" Muzzle shouted. "We ain't done yet!"

Ryan walked slowly to the rottweiler, not knowing of the trap set into place. Muzzle just stood there, staring him down. He whipped out a dagger-style pocketknife and flicked it open.

"Fool, your puny knife is no match for my claws!" Ryan growled out.

"True, were the blade not forged of silver. Suck on that." he flipped the werewolf the bird, using the knife as an extension of his middle finger.

Ryan took three steps toward Muzzle, before the rottie disappered, leaving a trail of black and red flames behind him, as Hunter took his place where Muzzle was standing before.

"I would chill out if i were you, you look a bit hot under the collar." Hunter said.

Surrounded by two canines circling him, Ryan kept his guard up, swiveling his ears around like radar dishes, keeping track of who was behind him, as well as watching the other in front of him.

In mere seconds, Hunter and Muzzle switched directions, Hunter going clockwise, while Muzzle went counter, before literally running circles around the werewolf, leaving their own respective flame trails, rising higher as they ran faster until the flames were taller than Ryan as he stood at ten feet tall.

"Now, Exile!" Muzzle shouted to the husky as they stopped running. Exile first used his ability to see through stuff (not x-ray vision) seeing Ryan had his back to them, before shooting him with his ice-vision, as he froze Ryan inside a giant ice cube, eleven feet tall by eight feet wide, as the flames receded to show Ryan inside that giant ice cube.

"There. He won't be getting out of that anytime soon. You lose, Blitz, hand over keys." Exile said with his paw out to the doberman.

"Ya know, i suddenly changed my mind about it, i'm keeping my car." Blitz said, trying to talk his way out of a deal they had.

"Blitz, hand over keys to Porsche and you won't end up like him."

"No-ho-ho-ho, please, Exile. I like my Porsche too much to be turned into an ice-cube! Please, i will suck your big schnitzel in front of everyone, just don't take my car!" Blitz begged.

"You are willing to do that?"

"Yet another unexpected twist, eh, Exile?" Muzzle said, elbowing the husky.

"Nope, deal is deal. Hand over." the husky coldly reiterated.

"Ple-e-e-ea-ase-e-e, Exile! I will start right now, i will give you a blow-job and i will do my best, but please, Exile, not my carrr!!!" Blitz shouted in a higher pitch.

"All right, Blitz. Drop down on hand and knees. I grow tired of your begging."

"Thank you, Exile, you won't regret it, i swear, or i will become your slave until you are satisfied."

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Rokar silently watched as Blitz was mounted by Exile, before turning to look at Mike, and the person that got in Ryan's way to protect him.

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Dee lay on top of the human, as he recovered from the crushing blow he took for Mike, before something interesting happened: he was changing forms, into a buffed out ram of a goat, as he grew a pretty impressive pair of horns, hardening into their final position. He got up and shook himself off, before turning to look at Mike, who lay there, unconcious.

His feet were digitigrade, instead of the usual unguligrade footing. His muscles were to-the-max in terms of looks, and his eyes were a hellish red that reflected the remains of Ryan's house, a few walls still burning.

He could not contain his rage any longer. He screamed and ran straight at the iced-out Ryan, aiming his horns right at the center, and smashed through the ice, sending Ryan flying a good distance away, causing Exile to dismount early and quickly, while Blitz was still dazed from the pounding he got from Exile.

"Whoa!" Dan said, still in the tree with Rokar.

"Holy crud-ski!" Exile said, almost at the same time, as they saw the wolf go flying into a tree while he creeped back into his sheath.

"Anybody else wanna try me out?" Dee said in a demonic snarl, a fire in his eyes.

"Uh, no, thank you. No offence, but you have pretty hard head," Exile said, knocking twice on his temple, "To be able to make him go that far." he pointed to the tree.

"I can tell we're gonna be friends, Exile." Dee replied as he changed back into his camel form, shades already on.

*CRACK...TIC-TIC-TIC...GRRROOOOOAAAANNN....*

The tree that Ryan crashed into signaled it's demise, as it creaked, leaves rustling.

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(Everyone looks up)

Dee: Ohhh, sh-

Exile: RUN-SKI!!

Hunter: Let's get outta here! (flames out in his ride, going to the Inne)

Blitz screamed in his usual high pitch as he hopped into his 944 Cabrio (he didn't bother using the door, the top was open... Maybe that's why he got that model...), and pulling a J-turn that ended in a drift you'd see in Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift, pegged it out of there.

As the others sped off toward the bar, the tree started to fall, unfortunately, towards the unconcious human.

Dan: OH, FUCK! It's headed for Mike! Go, Rokar, GOGOGO!!!

In one swift move, Rokar sprung into action, diving towards the human at a speed impossible for a dragon to achieve.

It felt as if everything were happening in slow-motion, as the dragon swooped down, grabbing the boy before boosting away from the ground, as he felt the tree scrape against his back, before pulling a 'Rolling Chandelle', a move in which he barrel-rolls in the direction he wishes to go as he gains altitude.

Rokar performed the trick as he turned around to his right while rolling counterclockwise twice with an unmatched precision throughout the turn, as he gained altitude flying toward the tree Dan was in, before pulling a one-eighty half-cobra on the landing.

"Wow, Rokar, i'm very impressed!" Dan said, wide-eyed.

"Aww, thanks. Special move of mine. No other dragon can top that."

Dan then looked at the teen in the dragon's arms.

*tsk-tsk-tsk* "Ryan's not gonna be too happy when he wakes up and snaps out of it. I guess we'll hafta report this to the Wolf-god."

"Lycaon?"

"Yeah. I'm thinkin' he's just taking a break from his duties and saw all the activity goin' on around here."

"What about Dean?" Rokar asked.

"That little show he put on? Nothing could compare to that, not even R--" Dan was caught off guard as Rokar held a hand to the dingo's mouth, before tilting his head to look at where Ryan came out from under the fallen tree.

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Ryan stood, facing the remains of his own house, ears drooping, his eyes closed as he cried silent tears, not for the loss of his house (maybe a little), but from the memory of running topspeed at his human lover, crushing his body, killing him.

His tears streamed down his muzzle as his crying became vocal, his legs giving out on him, as his bottom thudded on the ground, looking like a five year old who fell on his rear and started crying, as Ryan's vocalizations grew louder.

"Oh, God, Mike, i miss you sooo much right now! I-i'm s-soo s-sor-ry, i can't con-contr-trol-l mah-mysel-lf any-any-- ANYMOOORRREE!" he howled out, a long, low, pain-tinged heartbroken outcry that could be heard as far as the Inne.

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Over at the Inne..

"...ooooOOORRREEE!"

"Wat was dat?" Blitz asked, looking towards the entrance, flicking his ears back a couple of times.

"I'm sure it was nothing." Muzzle replied as he leaned against the counter, looking at the doberman before taking a swig of beer from the glass bottle he held.

"It sounded like a banshee."

"How would you know if is banshee, Blitz?" Exile was next to ask.

"I had a nightmare a few nachte ago where i was chased by something that looked like the abominable snowman. Before it chased me, i was gonna bite it, but then it came to life and it shrieked like a ba-hanshee-hee!" Blitz told him before holding the husky in a tight bear-hug, not as tight as Exile's, but it kept him in place.

"Enough with the huggings, Blitz, you act like abandoned puppy that clings to strangers."

Blitz let go and recomposed himself to answer him.

"Well, you do it all the time whenever we meet someone. Remember Sport?" Blitz said, pushing his finger into the husky's toned chest.

"Da, but you didn't accept kiss, you wanted hug instead."

*Blitz's flashback shows what happened.

Exile: I give all my comrades big kiss.

Blitz: Stop with the kissing, or i'll start with the biting!

Exile: Okay, i give you big bear-hug instead. (bear-hugs Blitz tightly)

Blitz (bug-eyed): N-no-o-o, go back to the kissing, go back to the kissing! Kiss me, kiss me-e!

Exile: (drops the doberman and looks at him) don't be weird, boy.

End of flashback*

Blitz growled at Exile, threatening to actually bite him. He had bitten Exile before, only to get a scolding from Hunter, which he was about to get a warning for.

Hunter: Blitz, stay. Remember what i told you, now.

Blitz: (annoyed) Use your words.

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Rokar and Dan watched as the werewolf known as Ryan cried loud tears of sorrow and regret.

"Don't you draconian types have any way to sense vitals?" Dan asked rokar.

"What would you mean by that?"

"Y'know, you look at someone and instantly know if the person's still alive?"

"I don't really have that kind of power. I was a fast learner in flying techniques, barely anything else."

"So, flyin's all you know how to do?"

"Well, i do know a few fighting skills too, so i'm not that useless."

"Wait, i got an idea. Oh, wait, maybe not."

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(Lady Antebellum's 'Need You Now' plays in the background)

Blitz screamed as he was tossed across the room by the rottie as he lost the arm-wrestling match, as Lycaon watched the dobie go flying.

"All right, Exile, you're next." Muzzle said.

Exile cracked his knuckles as he walked over and sat down. "You may have super strength, but i have more super strength than you."

They got into position to start, before Lycaon caught everyone's attention.

"What's up?" Muzzle asked.

"I got a visual on Ryan. He's.... crying. Let's see... Oh, that's not good at all."

He snapped his fingers the way Rokar did, making a new seeking ball, as it materialized into a fourty-six inch screen for everyone to see.

"What's all the racket for?" Kraig asked, coming down the stairs, looking at the group, spotting Lycaon.

The screen showed Ryan bawling his eyes out.

"Oh, my. Poor Ryan. What's he cryin' for?" the fox asked.

"Dan...Dan..." Lycaon projected to the dingo.

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"Hmm? Somebody callin'?"

"It's Lycaon."

"Oh, whatchya need?"

"Your eyes."

"My eyes? Why?"

"Just trust me. I need to see what's going on over there."

"Well, then, you moight need my ears then, too."

`Rokar looked at Dan. "Who're you talking to?"

"Lycaon, via MindLink."

"Really?"

"Yeah, if ya wanna- oh wait, you aren't able to do that."

"Dan?" Lycaon said.

"Yeah?"

"Have Rokar bring you and Mike to the bar."

"Um, Mike might not be able to make it."

"Why?"

"He's... Kay-ai-ay, Ryan killed him."

"He what?!"

"Plowed right into him, all because Exile farts out propane, and blew up the guy's house."

"I told you, that was accident!" Exile tapped into the link. "You the one who struck match!"

"Whatever! Dan, just bring Mike, i think i know what to do."

Dan and Rokar looked at each other, then at the human.

"Lycaon says he's got a fix for our current... predicament. But you'll hafta fly us over to the bar."

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Rokar and Dan brought Mike to the bar, as told to, and entered. Everyone was there, lined up on either side, as Dan brought the human to a table and lay him down, then backed off.

Lycaon walked over and took a look, feeling his chest.

"And you said Ryan had run him over?"

"Like a steamroller."

"Looks like someone got in the way." Lycaon said, examining the indentation in his ribs.

"Uh, that was me." Dee said, coming over.

"You?"

"Yeah, i was trying to protect Mike, by taking the hit."

"You risked your life to save his?"

"Yeah. He was the first Human to come to the bar. Had i known i would become his servant later on, i would not have pinned him to the wall when we met."

Lycaon looked at the human, then Dee.

"You can check my thoughts if you want, i don't have anything worth hiding."

"Very well, let's see what you did."

Lycaon pressed two fingers to the camel's temple, and held on to the screen with the other. In seconds, everyone saw what the camel saw and did, before Ryan popped out and warned him.

A few minutes later they saw, through Dee's eyes, Ryan pin him to the same wall he had held the human to, as Ryan shouted in the camels' face.

"Now listen here, dirtbag. If you EVER say anything else like that, i WILL make sure that you pay for it, Up. The. Ass. Got it?"

"Hey Ry, i was only joking."

"Was i laughing?" Ryan said.

"N-n-n" the camel sputtered.

"I SAID 'WAS I LAUGHING?!'"

"No, master!" Dee said before Ryan released him, as he fell to the ground, gasping for air, his vision returning. Dee then turned his head to see Ryan and Mike walk away, in the direction of Ryan's house.

Lycaon then pulled his hand away from Dee.

"Wow, that's brutal." Horscht said.

"Yeah, what he said." Dan replied.

"And yet the kid lived with him for, what, almost a week now?" Dee said.

"Why don't we ask....um...oh, right...."

"So, you gonna get to work on him?"

"Yes, yes, no need to tell me twice, seeing that you're his servant, concerned about your Master's condition."

"Actually, he's more of a friend, than a servant."

Everyone turned their heads towards the wolf who walked in.

It was Ryan, his fur wet with tears, his eyes red from rubbing them.

"There is no need to be afraid, i only came to ask Muzzle for his knife." Ryan said as he walked over to the rottweiler.

"Why?" Muzzle said, creeped out by the werewolf's request.

"I just wanna know if the blade's made of silver."

"Well, yeah, it is. But why do you want it?"

"Just hand it over, and there'll be no problems."

Muzzle took out his knife and flicked it open. Ryan took it from him and looked at it, before licking the blade, as the silver burned his tongue, yet somehow he resisted the pain.

Muzzle was visually creeped out now, by the look on his face, as he saw Ryan lick the blade, and not flinch.

"Perfect." he said, before he turned the knife at himself.

"DOGPOILE!!!" Dan shouted.

Rokar swiftly came up behind Ryan and held him in a full nelson, while Dan quickly pulled out his whip and whipped the armed wrist, coiling around it tightly, cutting off the blood flow.

Dan then moved closer to Ryan, keeping tension on the whip, and as Rokar moved Ryan lower to the ground as the werewolf's legs gave out, Dan put his foot above where the whip was coiled around his wrist, and pressed his foot there.

It was a losing battle for Ryan already, he couldn't shift into his feral form. Dan put more pressure on his wrist.

"Y'know, Rai, you could just give up the knoife, and we'll let you go, mate."

"Please, Ryan," Rokar said from behind him, "If not for everyone here, then for Mike. Were he alive right now, he would never let you take your own life."

The combination of physical stress and verbal disarming techniques took their toll, along with the fact that 'Grenade' was playing in the background, and in a few seconds, Ryan dropped the knife into the rottweiler's waiting hand, as he started the rainmaker again.

"Oh, god, i can't believe i killed him! I don't deserve this life i got, just put me out of my misery already, it'll be easier for everyone!"

"That's not going to happen, because we won't let it." Dee said, tilting Ryan's chin to look at the camel, as the werewolf slumped to the ground as Rokar let him go.

The exact same quote from his answer to Mike's question about their relationship during the plant incident.

Rokar proceeded to pick him up off the floor as Dash put a chair under him.

Ryan was put down, on the chair, still crying.

"Ryan DuBon, there is no need for tears, for we are here to support you in this time of grief."

Ryan looked up and saw the wolf-god in front of him. "Forgive me, Father, i am most unworthy of entering the gates."

"Have you any idea how many times i've heard that line? But no matter. I'll do what i can to bring back the one you love the most to this realm."

"Y-you will?" Ryan asked as he stood up, confused.

"Yes, for Mike has shown great appreciation for Werewolves, and has accepted the gift of becoming one, so i shall revive him, and he shall become even stronger, extremely durable, his senses heightened a thousandfold, his agility will become like water, his moves fluid."

"I thought that was Rubberfurs?" Dan asked, turning towards Lycaon. "The durability?"

"That is true, but how i'm going to do it, is to make his skeleton as strong as pure diamond, able to withstand abuse that the human body would be shattered by."

"Not exactly the answer i expected, but, i'll go along with it."

Lycaon examined the human once more, before turning towards everyone.

"I am going to need everyone to step out of the room, i need total peace and quiet to do this. Except for you, Ryan. You i will need."

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Outside...

"Okay, so Lycaon wants us to go somewhere else while he works his magic on Mike, but where? Ryan and Mike's houses are completely obliterated, so we can't go there, umm..."

"How about Wolfwerks?" Horscht suggested.

"Too far."

"What about the motel in the back? There's enough room in there." Kraig said.

"Either there, or the Chamber, but the motel sounds good." Dan said as they walked over there. "We'll do two to a room- Kraig and I, Horscht and Dee, Exile and Blitz, and Hunter and Dash."

"Have fun, you two." Hunter said.

"Hey, what about me?" Muzzle exclaimed.

"Oh, sorry 'bout that. Hunter, Muzzle'll be sleepin' with ya instead of Dash."

"Aw, thanks, buddy." Hunter said, patting Muzzle on the head.

"Guess it's you and me, Dash?" Rokar asked, size shifting to Dash's size.

"Looks like." Dash said as they went in.

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"Ryan, i am disappointed in you."

"I know, that's why i was going to put myself down: i was not worthy of living anymore, and i know you won't forgive me for this." Ryan said, tearing up again.

"But, i will forgive you if you can bring your mate back."

"So, how do we do this?" Ryan asked, wiping his eyes.

"Bring your wrist to his, palm facing up."

"Oh, a blood transfusion, i see now. At least i'm punishing myself for what i did."

Lycaon rolled his eyes, not believing Ryan's words of self-harm.

Ryan then slashed the human's wrist, almost the entire way across, leaving a huge gash. He then tensed up and grunted as he slit his own wrist the same way, then placed the gushing wound to the human's, as Lycaon chanted a spell that bound their skin at the wound, closing it to let Ryan's blood into Mike's system, acting as a tumor of sorts, as Ryan started to feel tired and sat down.

"Okay, you'll start to feel weak from the blood loss, but in a few seconds, Mike's blood will flow into you and be converted, and your blood will be shared between you two, until you start making more blood to compensate for this."

"unh..." Ryan said, his nose losing color, still smiling with his tongue hanging out, thinking that he was going to give his life to save Mike's.

"Don't worry; i know what i'm doing." Lycaon said, watching the color come back to Mike, yet no sign of life still.

'I.. don't know.. how much longer.. i'm gonna last..' Ryan formed a weak link with Lycaon.

"That is because your heart's working double time to circulate it between you and the boy. Can you go Feral?"

'I don't want to use that form... i've hurt too many around me with it...'

"Okay, i understand."

Ryan was starting to go limp when the wolf-god noticed and helped him back up.

"Something's not right here..."

Lycaon then pulled a needle out of his robe, full of a sickly orange colored liquid.

"wha-what's that?"

"Do not be concerned, just take it."

Within seconds, Ryan felt better than ever, like a sports car running on jet fuel, as it was shared between him and Mike, before Lycaon pulled their wrists free, and healed the gashes in a second.

Ryan still felt a bit light-headed. "I thought you were gonna use some sort of dark magic or something, i wasn't expecting this."

"Magic doesn't last forever, but we'll need to incubate him until your blood merges with his, so you will have to... take him into your testes."

"Say wha?" Ryan asked, confused.

"You know of the sexual act known as cock-vore, do you not?"

"Yeah, i've done that a couple of times, but it was mainly for recreational purposes."

"Good, then you'll have no problem with it. You'll have to, pardon my french, but, suck him into your dick, pull him into your balls, and convert him into seed."

"Okay, even though i've done that, i am not doing that to my mate. I might lose him in there."

"Are you that concerned about your mate?"

Ryan was starting to get a pissed-off look on his face.

"Now now, no need for anger, it always leads to trouble."

"What are my options for reviving him?"

Lycaon thought hard on that. Ryan didn't want to lose Mike, he just shared his blood with him, after all, and he was not going to go through any more just to see his mate alive and well.

"And do not think about sending him back in time. That never works, and it'll kill us all if you do."

"(-_-*) I was not, you and i both know that can't be done without altering the timeline."

"... Fine. But how am i-"

"Chastity... uh, Speedos. Silver-plated, inside's lined so it won't burn you." Lycaon said, as it appeared in his hand.

Ryan fought his tears back as best he could, as he turned to his lover on the table.

"Could you give me some privacy, please? I usually do this one-on-one."

"Suit yourself."

And with that, Lycaon exited the bar.

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Inside the motel...

*BOOF!!*

Exile: Who-oa! (crashes onto the bed)

Blitz: That's for making that stupid bet. No-one comes between me and my Porsche."

Exile and Blitz were having a little pillow fight in their room, before Hunter came in and broke it up.

Hunter: Blitz, what do you have to say for yourself?

Exile: Is okay, Hunter. Is anger management, good for both of us. Want to join?"

Hunter: I would, but i'm not exactly in the mood right now.

"Are you sure, comrade? Is good for relieving stress- GOTCHYA!" Exile said as he caught the doberman behind him off-guard.

Blitz: *Yelps* Yi-Doof!

Hunter: Do i have to separate you two?

Blitz: Yes! Can i stay in your room? Muzzle can keep Exile company.

Hunter: I don't know, lemme check. (shouts) Hey muzzle!

Muzzle: Yeah?

Hunter: You wanna trade rooms with Blitz? I gotta split'em up.

Muzzle: Cool, i don't mind.

Blitz: Thank you, Hunter, you won't be disappointed. i will please you all night if i have to.

Hunter: Yeah, maybe later.

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Inside the bar...

"Oh, Mike. I can't believe how many times i've caused you harm, accident or not." Ryan said, holding a palm to the human's face, running a thumb across his cheek. "But i will do my best to redeem myself, so that you may find me worthy of being your mate again."

He moved to Mike's head, and unsheathed, allowing himself to go feral down there, as his cock grew to the point where he could take him in easily.

"If i make a mistake... Goodbye, forever. I will a-always re-remember you... (sniff)"

He lay the tip on the table, and gently pulled the human's head inside, his eyes squinting a little in pain.

"Ow, unh... Has it really been that long since i did this?"

As the human was swallowed down by the monster-cock, Ryan just held steady the whole time, as Mike's head and half of his torso reached the werewolf's ballsack.

"Oh, i hope i can still do this, i do not want to fail you, Mike."

As the last of the human was sucked down into his testes, his dick started shrinking as the human was entirely contained in his nuts, which were as big as the human he had just taken in, as he put on the silver-clad thong.

"It is done. You may come back in." Ryan projected to Lycaon.

Lycaon entered, seeing Ryan with the speedos on.

"You should be turning him to seed right about.. now."

Just as soon he said that, Ryan's balls started to shrink, signaling that what Lycaon said was true.

"Ohh, i hope i don't lose him in there."

"you will not, the belt will keep you from touching yourself until Mike's re-birth."

"Re- Oh, okay, i see what you mean."

(Iridescent by Linkin Park plays)

"The only reason no-one thinks about a werewolf's seed as a way to turn someone is mainly because of the disgust factor, as it's obvious as to what one would think of in that scenario." Lycaon stated. "In human terms, it would fuck you up for life. Your head would be so messed up."

"That's true. We can make Humans turn into one of us in any way, by tooth, or claw, because it's all about infection, right?" Ryan said, starting to feel better as they sat at a table.

"Yes, as, by tooth, you would bite the victim, and your saliva saturates the wound, and when you release your bite, you would also drool into the bite wound, then it gets into the victim's bloodstream."

"Yeah, 'cause we have some sort of... venom, like a snake?"

"Something like that. It would be somewhat like rabies, or mange, but we have copies of our own DNA in our saliva that bypasses the victim's immune system, then either merges with the victim's own DNA, or eradicates all traces of the victim's DNA and replaces it entirely. Either way, it takes control of their system, and then the changes go from there."

"And by claw?" Ryan asked, his balls rumbling a little as the last of the human was converted into seed. "Oo-eee.." he shuddered.

"That one's different, as when you take a swipe at your victim, and your claws tear through their flesh, all that you're doing is giving them a different virus, and not your own."

"How?"

"Well, if your claws are clean when you slice through the victim, they won't be infected, but if your paws are dirty, as in from chasing down your target, they'll be infected with whatever viruses lie in the surrounding dirt, so, you would be infecting them, but they won't turn into one of us. They're just gonna get sick or die from whatever was in the dirt you put into the wound."

"Well, what if the werewolf's friendly enough for a human to make physical contact with it? You know, hugs, kisses... licking the sweat from your wolven body?"

Lycaon had a look on that said 'ew, why would anyone do that?'. "Well, i do have a mental list of potential actions that would require physical contact, i'm sure you wouldn't want to hear any of that, in your current state."

"Why? What harm could it possibly do?"

"Some of the stuff on my list would... arouse you, at most, and we cannot have that right now, seeing as you have a human in your seed."

"Arousing, how?"

"Rimming, fellatio, anything pornographic, in general."

Ryan felt himself stir down there a little as he thought about those acts, and Lycaon could tell by his scent.

"I told you." he said, crossing his arms.

"But..." Ryan then dropped his voice to a near whisper. "Look, could you just tell me what kinds of sexual acts would count as physical contact? Please?"

"I'm sorry, Ryan, i cannot tell you any more than that. Otherwise, you'll be defeating your task of saving Mike."

"Sorry."

"It's all right, Ryan. I will always be here for you, every step of the way."

"Thank you... Dad." Ryan said as he hugged the other wolf.

"You're welcome.... Son." Lycaon said before some long, akward silence fell on them. "And i know what you're thinking right now, and the answer is no. But i forgive you."

"Please don't make me cry again. I've gone through so much already."

"Alright, we can do that, but not now, maybe later, yes?"

Ryan smiled as they hugged. "I would like that very much to happen."

'So, are you guys done yet?' Dan linked with them.

'Dan, shut the fuck up, we're having a moment!' Ryan blasted to Dan.

'Hey!'

Ryan terminated the link as he and Lycaon hugged for some time.

"Oh, um.. My house is gone, so i'm homeless right now." Ryan said finally.

"I noticed. I've seen Mike build a new temporary shelter, but then you'd be by yourself."

"Well, i got nowhere else to go, so i guess i'll stay here at the Inne, in the Chamber."

"Or, I've got a better idea. Come with me."

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In the motel...

Hunter was back in front of Exile's door. He knocked.

"Yeah?" Muzzle said, opening the door.

"What are you guys doing in there?" Hunter asked, looking inside to see Exile strapped to the bed, spread-eagle.

"Uh, we're listening to Depeche Mode?"

After a second of thought, Hunter said, "No matter how many times we've separated each other, it always ends up the same way."

"How-what, now?" Dan asked, coming out of his room.

"Whether it's two and two, or one in each, we always have to make sure the other pair isn't doing anything... disturbing."

"Well, there's always the chamber, i got a giant rug in there, big enough for all of us to pile up on."

"How cold does it get in there?"

"I got a heatin' rig setup that keeps the den nice and toasty if anyone decides to do the nasty in there after nine in the evening."

"I guess we could try that."

"One moment while i wake the others, Hunter." Dan said as he pushed a doorbell button that he had hooked up to a school bell in each room.

Everyone scattered as they flew out of their beds and through the hallway. Dan laughed really hard seeing everyone scramble as if a nuke went off, as the Rovers covered thier ears.

Dan closed his eyes, he was laughing so hard, before a strong muscular hand grasped him by the neck and held him to a wall. He opened his eyes to see a ram holding him to the wall.

"That's gonna be the last time you do that, Dan. Otherwise, i'm gonna hafta use VERY lethal force on your ass. Are we clear?"

Dan buffed out, tossing Dee into the hallway, making him crash through the wall as Dan walked over.

"Listen, camel. You may be Mike's servant, you maybe my security guard, but I am the one who got you off the street, and gave you a job. But when you do that--"

"Dan-ski needs to chill out-ski. Tired of his mouth." Exile said as he froze the dingo with his arms crossed.

"Aw, Exile. You didn't have to do that." Kraig said.

"Let me explaining: Dan rung bells. Everyone thought bomb was to be going off. Dan laughs at reaction. Camel-boy threatens him, and gets blasted into hallway. I get tired of listening, so i freeze him."

"It's not gonna... you know... will it?"

"Nyet, but i will thaw him out since you asked."

Exile then used his heat vision to slowly thaw Dan out of his frozen state, before the beams broke through the ice and burned Dan at the base of his tail, before the ice cube broke, and Dan literally flew rather comically, into the ceiling, then fell on his back end.

"YEOW!" he yelped, "Horscht, Dee, Get ridda 'im, put 'im into the chaember, and lock'em up!"

"Not before i squeeze the living FUCK outta you!" Muzzle said, defending his fellow Rover.

Kraig sighed, then blew his whistle that he always wore around his neck. It was a special type of dog whistle, audible to canines, lupines, and Lycans alike, but it had been tuned to a specific frequency that would make any canine within range drop to the ground in submission.

Within a second of blowing the whistle, the Rovers, Dan, and Dash all fell to thier knees and covered thier ears.

"Wow, that's pretty harsh. Is that a Hypno-Whistle?" Rokar asked.

"No, but i like to call it 'The Peacemaker'."

Horscht just stuck his pinkie in his ear, twisting it around, as if cleaning it out. He then pulled it out and sniffed it, before wiping it on his pants.

"Now, then," Kraig said loudly in an authoritive tone, "Motel rules state 'No fighting', meaning no arguments outside of your rooms, and fighting, intentional or not, is not tolerated, fining up to three hundred dollars, or more, if motel property is damaged or broken. When you are assigned a room, you cannot 'trade rooms', only exeption being if two furs share the same room, but are incompatible, we will assign the offended fur a new room if the motel isn't full. If and when you decide to have sex, you are required to keep it to yourself and your party, if you are in a group. Anybody who offends these rules shall get booted swiftly and promptly."

The fox opened his eyes to see everyone surrounding him, Dan right in front of him with a seriously annoyed look on his face.

"Is that a problem, hun?" Kraig asked Dan. Dan just growled as he buffed out again, before failing a tackle at his mate, who, within a millisecond, sidestepped to the left and let the dingo crash into the wall.

"Exile, freeze him, please."

"With extacy." Exile said as he blasted Dan with his cold vision.

"This reminds me of the whole 'It's not you, it's me' breakup scene thats so popular nowadays." Rokar said.

"I guess that's why he left me to go 'traveling'. Was it because of me?" Kraig asked, unsure of himself at the moment.

"I'm sure it wasn't you, Kraig. But i'll tell you a little about Dan before you met him."

"Like what?"

"Well, back in the day, he was quite the troublemaker, always playing pranks at the school we went to. Unfortunately, he got so many detentions that he got expelled, but not before getting gang-banged by the football team after he got busted trying to slick up the locker room floor with KY, and put the 'Tingling' version on all the doorknobs there. Um, also, i... had a bit of a crush on him, so when he got kicked out, i decided to drop out just to be with him. We were close friends, and still are to this day."

Kraig looked at the frozen Dan, then at Rokar. "I guess that would explain his high-energy attitude."

"So, does dat mean we're in trouble now?" Blitz asked.

"No, Blitz, no one's in trouble, i just gave you a warning."

"You know, Kraig," Exile started. "You sound like motherly figure in your relationship with Dan. Er, no offence, though."

"None taken."

"Does that mean we can go back to our rooms, Mom?" Dee joked.

"Yeah, Dean, you're grounded, go to your room."

"BITCH!" Dee shouted before speeding back into Horscht's room.

"I'm sure he's just stressed out. He's gone through so much, especially after what happened, that would've shook him up real bad." Rokar said, as Kraig shook off the mental 'Kick Me' sign Dee slapped on him.

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Ryan looked at the remains of his house, everything reduced to rubble.

"So, how are we doin' this, again?" he asked.

"I'll search your memory for an image of the house, then i will use my magical abilities to rebuild it."

"I thought you said magic didn't last forever?"

"Hey, i'm not a miracle worker, you know."

"Okay, okay. Your idea, just do it."

"Right."

Lycaon then placed his head on Ryan's temple, and Linked with him. In seconds he found images of Ryan's house, inside and out.

Reaching his other hand out toward the house, eyes closed, he called upon his strongest magic, and within seconds, a glowing ball of blue light engulfed the remains, and stayed there for a few minutes, before the ball shrunk and formed into Ryan's house, before the light slowly faded, revealing his house in like-new condition.

Lycaon opened his eyes and smiled, looking at Ryan.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Ryan said, giddily as he hugged Lycaon tightly, kissing him square on the lips, using no tongue.

"You are most welcome, Ryan. Now for your mate's house..."

"Uh, you don't hafta do his place, i got an idea." Ryan said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Mike'll be 'reborn' here, at my place."

"Excuse me for saying this, but that is a half-hatched plan that will not work."

Ryan folded his ears down in sadness. "Why?"

"Because," Lycaon said, a twinge of irritation in his voice, "When Mike comes back to this realm, he will have no memory of any of this; He won't remember any of us, his experiences, not a thing will he recall, nothing at all."

"You just rhymed that."

"Rhymed what?"

"Not a thing will he recall, nothing at all." Ryan said. "That part."

"Oh. Why? You don't like it?"

"Never mind, let's just get this done."

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"Should i un-freeze him again?" Exile asked the fox.

"(sigh) Oh, i don't know. I'm not too sure of myself right now. I mean, he just tried to have a go at me a few minutes ago."

"I am... not as sure of myself, either, comrade."

"Why?"

"Well, Blitz doubted my powers of fire and ice sight. I proved him wrong on ice sight, but heat laser is not working right. Before, i could light candle from football field away and never miss. Not anymore. I cannot melt ice without burning whoever i froze inside cube of ice." the husky sighed. "It is as if... if body is not handling how it used to. How you would say, i am starting to show my age, yet my looks betray me."

"How so?" Kraig asked.

"Take good look. I still have cano-sapien features, yes?" he asked. "And yet, i am much older than i look."

"What's up, Exile?" Hunter said, coming into the room with a half-eaten apple in his hand.

Exile turned to him. "I wish to say is nothing, Hunter, but i will be honest: I am starting to lose heat-vision."

"Wow, really?" Hunter asked, then looked toward his room. "Hey, Blitz, could you come here for a second?"

"Wat now?" the doberman asked before looking at Exile.

"Did you have anything to do with this?"

"I have nein clue what you're talking about."

"Exile's heat-vision."

"Oh."

"But," Exile said, looking at Hunter. "Deal was, Blitz called cold-vision to attention. I was not able to freeze bad guy, they kept breaking out. I tried to prove him wrong, and was success."

"Sounds like you have a balancing act going on with your powers." Rokar said.

"What do you mean, Rokar?" Kraig asked the dragon.

"Because he's focusing more power on his ice vision, he's taking some power away from his heat-vision, which explains the drop in efficency, and thus, his ability to use his heat-vision drops if he focuses on using his ice vision, until he can't use it at all."

"That would explain how i am unable to melt ice cube without burning hole through it and nowhere else." Exile said.

"Well, i think i have an idea to test your abilities." Rokar said before going into his room, and coming back out with a crash test dummy. "We'll do this outside so that way if something happens, nothing gets broken."

As the blue ball worked it's magic, Ryan looked around, before he had an urge...

Luckily, it was not of lust, he just had to use the bathroom, to take a leak.

"Um, Lycaon?"

"Yes?"

"I gotta go."

"Go?"

"You know, go. Badly!"

Lycaon facepalmed. "No way, you've got to be kidding me."

"I sh- No, seriously!"

Lycaon was halfway through with Mike's house, but the wolf could multitask, all he did was touch Ryan's thong-covered privates, and instantly, the urge went away.

"Ohh, thanks." Ryan said, grinning with his tongue lolling out. "You have no idea how long i was holdin' it in. Whew! Uh, you may hafta touch me again, and keep my hot dog from popping up."

"Like i said, i'm not a miracle worker. You'll have to do that by yourself."

"Aww..."

"Think of it as a test of willpower," Lycaon said, trying to sound interesting, "And you're in fourth place."

Ryan concentrated hard to keep himself from getting aroused, trying to think only of the night of the motorcycle run, how fun it was, the wind in his fur, the cicada that smacked him on the forehead while they were riding...

It was working, for at least three seconds, anyway, before his overly perverted mind started counting the cumshots he'd encountered while he was with Mike, especially when he was cooking breakfast and Mike blew that huge one in front of everybody.

"Oh, crap, not working..."

"What?" Lycaon turned to face Ryan.

"It didn't work. I'm still thinking about... Things."

"That means you'll have to try harder. Try to think of times where you haven't done it."

Ryan instead focused hard on Mike's house, but all he was getting was the night where they tied with each other.

"I'm assuming you're doing the thousand yard stare behind me, Ryan?"

"No matter how hard i try, i am not able to think of anything else."

"Very well, then. But you did not notice that i already rebuilt Mike's home, and we've been standing here for a solid twenty-four minutes?"

"That long?"

"Yes."

"Then i guess i'll be going back to my place, then."

"We still have a conversation that's on hold, so i'm coming with you."

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"Okay, Exile, let'er rip!" Rokar shouted as he walked away from where the dummy stood.

"Which one do i shooting first?"

"Ice beams, then heat vision."

Exile focused his energy on his ice-vision, until he shot the dummy and encased it in a six foot tall, three foot diameter block of ice.

Everyone applauded. "Good. Now the heat vision."

The husky looked at the chunk of ice dead-on, as his vision sharpened to where he shot a pinpointed beam of red laser at the target. He tried to control how much power he put out, as well as how wide the beams got, but couldn't get the beam strong enough to be of any use, as he stopped to give his eyes a rest.

"Okay, you did your best, but i have a new target for you. This test requires just your heat vision." rokar said as he brought a circular piece of metal five hundred yards out.

Exile looked at the target, then gave it all he had out of anger and stress, as he tried to hit the target, but of no use.

Rokar flew over, upside down, and brought the metal target back for Exile to see. There were no marks, to show where he hit.

"Crudski! I cannot be hitting broad side of anything!" Exile said, angry at himself. He looked at his reflection in the shiny metal for awhile. "This brings back memory of mission to put halt to Storm's plan, and we were locked up in cage with lava."

(Flashback)

"Hang in there, Exile!"

"Am trying, comrade, but i'm in big-time need of Visene!"

(End of flashback)

"Perhaps dat is why, you worked your eyeballs too hard during that mission. But you really saved our tails back there, so... Yah..."

Exile twithced his ear. "I am having two feelings fighting each other inside mind. One wants me to punch hole in nearest wall; One wants me to be crying out of dissappointment for myself. Which should i do?"

"There, there, Exile, everything'll be alright. You're just having a hard time figuring out how best to control your powers, and when to give them a break." Blitz said, coming up to put a hand on his shoulder.

"How would you know?"

"I barely use my powers, so they are in mint condition. You, however, have been over-doing it with your laser eyes, and wore them out too quickly."

"Well, i guess i have been over-exerting eyes with heat vision. But, you got me to unleash full ice beams, remember? I put wolfman in big block of ice, and zapped him when he faked going feral."

"True, i did, perhaps that is your true power, the ice-beams."

"Yeah, but ya can't have ice without fire, right?" Hunter said, walking over to the two.

"Is balancing act, the dragon told me."

"Aw, cheer up, Exile. While i was haulin' the Wolfwerks crew over to Mike's place, i went a little too fast and ended up scorching my feet through my armor while i was trying to stop."

"I am guessing we all have malfunctions from time to time."

"Sometimes it's the little things that count." Hunter told the husky, who licked the retriever on the lips in response.

"...Speaking of which, Blitz..." Hunter said to the doberman, "Your strengths are your teeth and claws, so technically, only the claws count in combat, and you barely bite anyone."

"Dat's cause you don't let me."

Just then, Dee came out, in camel form, to face Kraig.

"Does this mean you're gonna charge me for the wall Dan put me through?"

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Over at WolfWerks...

"Okay, so we finally got Mike's car done, and i just got word from Lycaon that Ryan went insane because the husky broke a nasty wind, and Dan used the worst trick in the book: Light a match." Zeke told the crew, as they sat at the table. "And the methane levels were high enough for ignition, so Ryan's house literally 'went up in flames'."

"So, what happened after that?" Nate asked.

"Unfortunately for Mike, Ryan took all his anger out on him, and Mike got flatlined."

"Aw, don't tell me we did this fuckin' favor for nothing!" Bane growled, pounding the table with his fist, sending it through the table and breaking the leg closest to him.

"Bane, did you have your nightly wolfbane tea yet?" Zeke asked the p.o.-ed wolf.

"Forgive me, Zeke, but this- " Bane said, his voice sounding gravelly before he caught himself. "I- I just gotta cool off awhile. Excuse me."

The angered werewolf went outside to breathe the air of the cold night, as he leaned on the concrete wall, he pulled pulled out a pack of smokes from his pocket.

He had just pulled out a single cigarette before a grey blur flashed in front of him. Realizing it was Nate, trying to snatch the pack from him, he stuck out his foot and tripped the other Lycan, as Nate did a faceplant into the asphalt, skidding to a halt.

While all this was happening, the pack of smokes flew out of Nate's hand as he was tripped, and were still in the air, before landing in Bane's right hand, returning them to the same pocket they came out of, exchanging them for his Zippo.

"OWW, Sonovamuthafuckin' BITCH! The hell was that for, Bane?" Nate shouted as he got up, tears silently streaming from his eyes like you would see in an anime show.

"For stealing my cigarettes! You know better than that, Nate. You touch my smokes, you're gonna get smoked." Bane said as he flicked open his Zippo, he took a few puffs and snorted the smoke out of his nose at Nate, as his wounds healed, flicking the lighter closed and returning it to his pocket in one swift move.

"You know smoking's bad for you, right?" Nate asked Bane as he rubbed his nose.

"Like the time you took LSD and tried to hunt down that target i set for you?" Bane countered. "The target was a bear trap; You were supposed to find it, disarm it, and bring it to me. Instead, you thought it fun to bring back a Human, and rape him to death. In front of the entire crew. You were so stoned that, after the LSD wore off, you told us yourself that you thought that you were in a porno, and that all of us were cheering you on, when really we were shouting at you to stop."

"Well, that was the last time i ever did that. First and last. And what of you? You were hooked on steroids and Viagra for a solid three weeks, and you were so freakin' horny you popped your horn at least a hundred times. In ONE day! The only way we got you to chill, was we gangbanged you until you fell asleep."

"That was such an awesome experience, man, i won't ever forget it, i was so full of everyone's seed. You should've tried it, but you were on your little trip out to planet porn, so..." Bane said as he took a drag from his cigarette.

There was some silence before Panat came out with Bane's tea, made from aconitum, hence 'Wolfbane Tea'.

"Thanks, Pan." Bane said.

"No problem." Panat replied as he went back inside, before Hug came out, curious about why Nate ran out. Bane hid the cigarette he was smoking by sucking it into his mouth, extinguishing it with his saliva, and tucked it under his tongue.

"Hey, Hug." Bane said.

"Hey, yourself." Hug responded. "Just checking on you, make sure you don't run off anywhere."

"You're the third one to come out here, so back off, and let me enjoy my time out."

"Were you smoking?"

"No."

"Lie, i can smell it on your breath."

"I dare you to take'em from me. I will snap your arm like a twig!"

"Yo, what's goin' on out here?" Zeke said, looking at them. "Hug, if he wants to smoke, let'em. Bane, five minutes, bed."

"Zeke, you are not our dad, so don't try it."

"Ugnh."

With that, they went back inside to leave Bane to finish his joint, as he spit it back out, catching it between his lips, grinning, and whipped out his Zippo and lit up again, sighing heavily as he took a nice, long drag, burping the smoke out.

"Are you gonna finish that?" Zeke said, coming back out to join Bane.

"You want it?"

"I'm good, thanks."

Bane then dumped the tea on the ground, setting the cup down on the ground. "Oh, well, then. Wanna joint?"

"No, thanks."

"Jeez, it's like i'm the only one who smokes."

"Your decision, Bane."

"Y'know, i just roll my own and put them in here."

"Really? What do you use?"

"It's like Hug's wolfbane tea, but in cigarette form."

"Interest- Wait. You're smoking wolfsbane?"

"Pretty much. Not too bad, it calms me down."

The two looked at each other, before pulling each other into a slow kiss, Zeke wrapped his lips around Bane's joint, inhaling the scent and taste as Bane pulled another drag, the last one before the cigarette disappered into ash, half in each wolf's mouth, as they started the tongue-play, each one to the left of the other, as they touched the other's uvula at the same time, as they shot their puke into each other, swishing it around one mouth, then the other, before swallowing it all down, breaking the kiss and wiping their mouths. As if telepathically, they walked over to the restroom, undressing and feeling each other all over, before they wondered: Who should start first?

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Dee and the others were helping each other as they replaced the drywall Dan had sent the camel through, almost as fast as a pit crew swapping tires on a racecar, they got it done in record time, without even breaking a sweat.

"Wow, close to an hour, fastest time." Dee said as he checked his watch.

"We fix wall, is all that mattered." Exile replied, before remembering the dingo. "Should i be getting comrade out of ice block already?"

"He's had enough time to 'chill-out', i suppose. But Dee might have to go somewhere safe for awhile." Kraig said, looking at the camel.

Dee sighed. "Man, first i get recruited as security, then Mike turns me into his sex servant, and now this. Fuggin' bogus."

"Well, at least you got your revenge on Ryan, smashing through that ice cube he was in." Rokar replied.

"Yeah, that was cool, wasn't it?"

Horscht interjected. "Speaking of which, where is Ryan, anyway? I hope he didn't run off and try to kill himself again."

"He's with Lycaon. I don't know what they're doing." Rokar said.

"Want me to link-up with them, see what kinda trouble they're gettin' into?" Dash asked.

"No, Dash, we shouldn't invade thier privacy. Besides, they're trying to save the kid."

"Either that, or we unfreeze Grumpy here."

"I guess we'll get Dan out first. Dee will just have to climb inside of Horscht for safety."

Dee then removed his clothes, save for his faux leather thong in front of everybody, and let the bear pick him up, and swallow him down, curling up as he shifted to his human form and went to sleep.

"Ready, Exile?"

"As i will ever be."

They carried Dan to the bathroom, and laid him in the bathtub.

"My heat vision should be okie-dokie at point blank, so i will try that first."

Exile put his hands on the rim of the tub, leaning over, and tried his heat vision. Nothing came out.

"Ohhhh, that is nyet goodski."

"Why, what happened?"

"My heat-vision, she go kaputs."

"Rokar to the rescue... Again." Rokar said as Exile moved out of the way.

"What're you doin?" Kraig asked.

"If i remember my training correctly, i should still be able to use my fire-breathing. Or at least heat my talons enough to melt the ice around Dan, and carve him out."

"Whatever it takes, Rokar."

The dragon tried the firebreathing trick, inhaling, but quickly stopped himself, as what would come out would be like thermite, melting everything it touched. It was precisely that fact that kept dragons from giving blowjobs, he reminded himself.

So, he went with the alternative: get his claw red-hot, and carve out the dingo.

Rokar focused on his talon, and thought of it heating up like a stove burner. soon it was glowing and he started working his magic.

It was a delicate process, like taking a hot wire to styrofoam, he had to be careful; one miscalculation, and he would burn a hole through Dan; a wound healable through magic, unless it damaged something critical; that would be irreversible.

Rokar had to utilize his claws in an intricate way, using more claws on larger chunks of ice, and down to one claw near the head, and groin areas.

Within the scope of two hours, Dan was free of the ice, but he was not moving.

"Oh, no..." Rokar said.

Kraig quickly turned and briskly walked toward his room in the motel, and shut the door, fearing the worst.

Exile followed the silver fox, and knocked on the door.

Opening the door, Kraig saw the six-foot tall husky standing in front of him.

"I am most sorry, comrade, we have waited too long to unfreeze him. I do not know if he has chance of recovering from this."

"Oh, Exile, it's my fault, i told you to freeze him." Kraig said as the husky invited him into a hug, something the fox needed right now.

Hunter then sped over to Kraig's room.

"What is it, Hunter? Something wrong?" Exile asked.

"No, but we found a way to revive him." Hunter said as Muzzle came over. "Tell'em, Muzz."

"Don't we usually do this when everyone's accounted for? Like a meeting?"

"You do have a point there. Gather everyone and meet up with us in the bar."

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Ryan and Lycaon were silently eating breakfast, at four in the morning, consisting of the basic food groups. The protien-laden ones, anyway.

Something suddenly caught Ryan's attention: His digital picture frame had a picture that Dan got with his camera; the one with himself and Mike in the shower, hugging under the waterspray, before it switched to the video the dingo shot of the orgy they had at Mike's place. Getting up from the chair, he picked up the frame, intending to either delete it or snap the frame in half, but instead, he pressed the 'Prev.' button to stare at the image for some time. Pressing 'Next' twice, he saw a giant ball of frizzy fur falling into the tub, pulling Mike in with him.

'Aw, Dan...' he thought, before flipping through the photos, he figured out that Dan had put the DVD Rokar and Lycaon made on there.

"huuuuunh." Ryan sighed, loud enough for the other wolf to take notice.

"Is something amiss, Ryan?"

"I just can't believe it." Ryan started. "Mike- H-he just stood there, and let me barrel into him. He stood his ground, because... He really would die for me, but i'd never die for him."

"Ah, yes, the loss of a loved one is hard to overcome, but you have all the tools you need to get him back." Lycaon said. "But you do have to remember, Dean was willing to sacrifice himself in an attempt to save him."

"Unfortunately, i can barely recall what happened when i first met Mike. Did i hit on him, or was it the other way around?"

"I did tell you of his appreciation of our kind, yes?"

"Yeah, and he wanted to be one of us, so i let him have his wish. I turned him into a Wolf, and then all this shit happened: I chased him back to his place, trashed my dirtbike and raped him, y'know, the pre-req for the change; He crashed into a tree while he was running around; then he lost his house because of the plant we found on the side of the road, let's see... what else?" he paused.

"Okay, i got it now. Kraig spooked Mike, and got sideswiped with Dan, i stepped in and got back-handed, then this place got torched, and then... well, fast foward to today." Ryan finished. "Here i am, with Mike in my balls."

"I think it would be best to put those thoughts aside, Ryan. You're starting to sound..." Lycaon trailed off, trying to find a term that wouldn't offend the other wolf.

"I know, i know, i'm starting to rage-out again, but i just can't stop thinking about what happened."

"Well, what would take your mind off of it?"

"Um... sex?" Ryan grinned.

"(>_>) Aside from that."

"Otherwise, i feel like hibernating for a couple weeks."

"Hmm..."

They thought hard on what to do activity-wise, anything to get them out of the house.

"Well, we are Wolves, so we could just run around in the forest. No law that says we can't, right?" Ryan asked.

"Actually, we could go back to bed, i don't exactly feel like running."

"Yeah, i guess."

Ryan and Lycaon were about to go back into their own beds, before hearing a truck pull into the driveway.

"Who the hell could that be?" Ryan said.

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"It's called Aqua Pura, a rare type of water found only on this planet." Muzzle stated, pointing at the image projected behind him as it changed from a bottle to a map of the planet. "Using our Planetary Information Relay Systems satellite, we were able to check out the surface. It looks like Earth in many ways, but it looks like the civilization was stuck in a pre-war era, similar to our nineteen-fifties retro-futuristic stylizations, but got destroyed by a giant explosion, like a nuclear bomb or two went off and sent the whole place to hell. As for intelligent life, so far, we found a race of pretty ugly mothers. There's two types, friendly, and hostile. The friendlies spend their time holed up in a place they like to call 'Underworld'. The hostiles roam freely across the land, from small patrols to hunting parties to look for food."

"And all this has to do with what, now?" Dee asked, leaning back in his chair.

"The water on that planet boasts healing properties, it's the same H2O in every molecular way to the water we have here, but there are traces of new, undiscovered minerals that promote accelerated tissue regrowth, say, if you get a deep cut or gash, all you would have to do is to put some of that water in the wound, and what would normally take a month or two to heal, would already be closed up in.. a few days, maybe."

"And how does that play into our mission?" Dee asked again.

"Using the Road Rovers' ship, we can go out to that planet, analyze the water there, and if the theory is true, bring some back here for our own use. But only a small amount for a short time, we don't want to keep going back to that planet just because you get addicted to it and want more of the stuff."

"Like we'd ever." the camel muttered under his breath before somebody brought a finger to the back of his chair without him knowing, and leaned him back even further, making the camel fall backwards. "Ow, you fucker!"

Everyone looked at Dee, then at the closest fur to him.

"Dash!" Rokar called.

"What? Beats spitwaddin' anyday."

Rokar then proceeded to grab the wolfcoon by the muzzle, and dragged him into a corner of the bar.

"What was that for?" the dragon asked.

"What? Just havin' a little fun!"

Rokar rolled his almond-colored eyes. "Just don't do that anymore, okay?"

"Should i continue?" the rottie asked as Rokar and Dash came back, Dash sitting in a different chair this time.

"You know, by the time we're done with this mission, Dan's probably gonna be perma-dead, and not even magic's gonna bring him back." Dee said.

"I guess you got a point, Dee. I was also going to explain the alternative, but it would be even more dangerous than the other plan we just talked about."

"And what's plan B?" Blitz asked.

"Time-travel. Unfortunately, that technology is still unusable, so there's no chances of that happening."

"Next!" Dash said, before Dee shot a huge spitwad at him, knocking him off his chair. But, this was not the type of spitwad he expected.

"Ew, why's this taste like- (O.O)" Dash's eyes sprung wide open, realizing just what it was. (>.>*) "You are such a prick, camel."

"Eh, i do my best." Dee said before he snickered. Then the door flew open.

"Shit! Who--" Kraig said in shock.

"Are we late?"

It was Ryan, blasting through the door, followed by Horscht and Lycaon, who slowly walked in.

"Late for what?" the fox asked.

"The mission that Horscht said Muzzle was talking about."

"Well, my plans got shot down because of some minor flaws in the design stages." the rottie said.

Ryan then moved in front of the projector's beam, and looked straight at the lens, his eyes flicking about rapidly, as if he was reading the light patterns that made up the image, as his head cast a giant shadow on the screen.

"Why're you staring into the projector? You're gonna burn your eyes doing that." Kraig said.

After a few more seconds, he had a conclusion.

"This is a map of the Capital Wasteland from Fallout 3." Ryan then turned to Muzzle. "Why?"

"We've actually found a planet that has a special kind of--"

"Aqua Pura. I have played that game, you know. And i beat it five times. And you lose unless you get the Broken Steel addon."

"Ya just had to ruin it, didn't you, Ryan?" Muzzle said. "But, if you were to go with us on our little 'field trip', would you believe me then?"

Ryan then thought it over. Could this be a trick, or was he on to something? On the one hand, he- they might go and the planet won't be there, and the dog would've been lying, and if he was, Muzz would surely get tossed out the airlock and into space.

On the other hand, they'd see it, land, and, like in the game, be surrounded by a whole gang of hulking mutants and rotting dead guys, ready to see them to an early grave. Unless they survived somehow.

On the other other, hand, it would go pretty smoothly. They'd go in, get the flag, tail it back to home base, and plant the flag there.

(Snap! Snap!)

"Still with us, Ryan?"

Ryan came out of his thought-induced stare.

"All right, i'm in. But what's in it for me?"

"Well, if you go with us, we'll help you revive Mike and we'll split the water fifty-fifty. We good?"

"We are funky frr- esh, homie, heh heh."

"Sounds out of character on you, but, cool."

"All right, what's the game plan?" Ryan then asked.

Muzzle then explained, in full detail, of his plan to get Dan out of his hypothermic coma, and reunite Ryan and Mike. Ryan had his ears stiffly pointed toward the rottie to capture every single word, his brows furrowed like he was angry, yet understanding.

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"Man, i haven't blown that huge a load since, well, the viagra incedent. Still, i filled you full, didn't i?" Bane said as he pulled another smoke from his jacket and lit up.

"Yeah, you're the biggest gunner out of all of us." Zeke said as he squatted over the toilet to evacuate the rest of Bane's load from his ass and groaned as he emptied the contents of his bowels. Bane just stood there and watched, taking a drag every now and then.

"Oh, yeah, that reminds me," Bane said. "Dan was having- or was it Ryan? Anyways, they were gonna have a sex party somewhere after Mike picked up his car, and we were invited, buuuuut.." he rolled his eyes, "Mike screwed himself over and got body-checked by Ryan. Now he's no longer with us, what are we gonna do with his car?"

"Well," Zeke said as he finished dressing himself, "We could call Ryan, see what he thinks."

"Otherw- oh, right. That's right, our van got demolished, so we can't simply drive over there. And it'd be a long run to Ryan's place on foot."

Zeke then burst with a dry laugh, so hard he had to clench his sides.

"What the hell?"

"Y'know, we have this entire place, we build cars, and we never even thought of rebuilding our own work van?"

Bane let his head tilt back with his mouth open for a few seconds, as that thought entered his mind.

"You know what? I think that walk sounds like a great idea right now, i could use the alone time." Bane said in a low growl, before going Feral and crashing through the concrete wall, as he started running towards Ryan's house.

"BANE!!!" Zeke shouted. "YOU'RE CLEANIN' THIS SHIT UP WHEN YOU COME BACK!!!"

The rest of the crew came running into the restroom area to see why Zeke was shouting, before they saw the hole Bane made.

"What just happened?" Nate asked, shifting his weight to one foot, then the other.

"I told him i forgot that we could've rebuilt the van to replace the old one we totaled, and he went bat-shit crazy and, well, exibit 'A'." Zeke said, pointing to the wall.

"Should we go after him?" Panat asked.

"No, Pan. Besides, he needs to think some stuff over. I think it's because of whatever's in those cigarettes of his."

"Well, i learned the hard way. He told me, 'Touch my smokes, you're gonna get smoked'. And he tripped me, too. Face-planted and ate it for three feet, on my face."

"We all know he has mood swings from time to time. I'd tell him to take a pill, but then he would get into the 'viag-roids' bit again." Hug said as the others moved to fix the wall.

"Guys, let's let Bane handle that when he returns. He just needs some time away from us."

"As long as he doesn't go over to Ryan's place and beat him up for taking Mike out of the picture." Kitan said.

A few long moments of silence went by before Zeke spoke. "Just had to do that, didn't you?"

"Sorry."

"Well, i guess we should forget about what just happened, and start working on rebuilding the van."

Everyone agreed and went back into the main area of the factory where they were going to turn metal into machine.

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Bane was running near his top speed of sixty-two, towards Ryan's place, in the woods, his mind running wild.

'All i gotta do is get away from them for a while to cool off. Yeah. I'll just go over to Ryan's, see if he's home, and beat the crap outta him, then i'll feel better.' he thought.

'Wait, why am i thinkin' like that? I'd be no better than him if i did that.'

His eyes scanned the terrain before him, his brain running faster than the fastest supercomputer.

'Hmm.. Maybe some music... but no mp3 player, either. Shit! Whatever, okay, trees comin' up in a mile or so, i'll just try to think of that song i have on there.'

Bane then started to hum to Linkin Park's 'Given Up', failing to follow the lyrics word-for-word.

"I'm givin' up, i'm suffacatin.... duh duh du-du-du-du-duh, take this arm away, i'm sick'a feelin', tell me what the fuck is wrong... with meh..."

As Bane neared the woods, he saw the highway and ran alongside it, then swerved away from it, to his northwest, like a stationary compass with North facing away from you.

He made it into the woods, swiftly dodging every single tree in front of him. He would have to set up a slalom course for Mike and the others, but right now he just wanted to be away from Zeke for awhile, as he closed in on Ryan's house, as he slowed down to a steady trot before stopping altogether and stood up, changing back into his normal, clothed form.

'What th- I thought his place got splintered?' he asked himself before someone behind him cleared it's throat. He spun around to see Ryan, in the flesh, and jumped back, fur almost standing on end.

"Ryan! I-i didn'i hear you come up behind me, you sneak!"

"It's a habit of mine. What brought you here, Bane?"

"I had to get away from the crew, Zeke got me goin' cause he 'forgot that we could rebuild the van that he crashed into Mike's house', and i just... snapped. But not at him, i decided to come over here and hang out for a little bit."

"Well, then. Care to come inside? I'll bet you're thirsty after that long run you had, there's a lotta ground between your place and mine."

"Oh, i intend to. I gotta put my feet up for awhile, feel like i've been runnin' through the hottest parts of hell all day."

As they walked inside the house, Bane looked around, admiring Ryan's stuff, as they reached the kitchen, Ryan continued over to the couch in the living room, picking up his three-sixty controller and continuing his game of Halo 3 as Bane went toward the fridge and opened it.

"Red Hook Mud Slinger? You drink this stuff?" he asked, seeing the six-pack of bottles.

"Hmm?" Ryan said as he paused the game and went over to investigate. "No."

"Then why is it in here if you don't drink beer?"

"I don't know, but help yourself to it." Ryan said as he went back to his game. Bane shrugged and grabbed a bottle and walked over to the couch and sat with Ryan, setting the now open bottle on the side table.

"Wanna play? I'll start us off on Easy."

"Sure. Been awhile, but i think i still got game." Bane said as he picked up the other controller under the TV and joined the game after Ryan reloaded the first mission on Easy.

"I think i- Okay, yeah, i played this before."

"Wanna speed-run it?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah!"

"Y'know, you remind me of-" Ryan paused, remembering Mike, his smile fading.

"Lycaon relayed the message; i know about it." Bane said before taking a sip while headshotting a Grunt with one hand.

Ryan looked oddly at Bane; If Bane and the Crew knew about it, then Lycaon must've broadcasted the message to everyone living in this area of the forest.

Bane paused a moment to turn his head to look at Ryan, a curious look on his face. "Why're you staring at me like that? If it was something i said, i'll leave, Ry. Unless, there's something you want to talk about."

"You first." Ryan said, his look now challenging. "What's the real reason you came over to my place?"

"Dude, i told you: We were... using the restroom-"

"Screwing."

Bane snapped his fingers. "I'm outta here."

He got off the couch, setting the controller on the table, and before he turned to leave, Ryan grabbed him by the wrist. Bane twisted the wrist Ryan was holding, so that his palm was facing Ryan's wrist, and using his claws, scratched Ryan, drawing blood.

Ryan whined as he let go of Bane to examine the wound.

"I've had a bad enough day already, Ry. I almost popped Zeke for the comment, an' i already hurt you 'cause you grabbed me. So, i'm gone."

"Seriously, Bane, i'm... Sorry. I just get clingy when i'm lonely, is all. No hard feelings?"

Ryan gave Bane his best puppy-stare.

"Heh, you look kinda cute when you make that face, Ry. We're cool, just don't force me to stay, okay?"

Ryan then brought Bane into a tight man-hug, his tail swishing about rapidly, knocking the controllers off the table onto the hardwood floor.

"Um, Ry?"

"Yeah?" Ryan said as they pulled away from the hug.

Bane pointed to the table, then used the devil horns gesture to point at the controllers.

"Ohhh, crapazoid!"

"You use the weirdest words, man."

"Ah, fuck, i broke the controllers. Oh, man, Dan is gonna be pissed!"

They picked up their respective controller and looked at them. The battery packs broke off, the clips that held them on were gone, as well as the sticks, which, on 'P2', as Dan labeled it, the heads of the sticks were broken, the rods bent, whereas for 'P1', the left stick was pushed down enough to break through the switch, and the circuit board, and the left side of the controller was somewhat shattered, pieces of the plastic pushed inwards, as they rattled around inside.

"Ah, man, one accident after another. I should've just killed myself."

"Hey, don't talk like that, DuBon. We all have those moments from time to time, but you can't just kill yourself to make the problem go away. It never works that way."

Ryan sniffled. "Thanks for the pep talk, Bane. I needed it."

"Well, you found a mate, and you lost him, twice, but you managed to bring him back the first time, and you're gonna do the same this time. You can do it, Ryan."

"Wow. That sounded like something Carrot-Top would say."

"Carrot-top?"

"The gay white dude with the orange afro from those commercials."

"Oh."

"Well, we should get this cleaned up. I don't know how i'm gonna make it up to Dan for this. And Lycaon's not exactly a miracle worker."

...

They managed to find all the parts and pieces that came off the controllers after some time looking around on all fours, lifting the furniture to check underneath for any.

"Okay, that's every last piece. Sort of a mixed breed, these wood floors: on the good side, it's not carpet, so you can't lose anything in it, but on the bad side, you drop something like a plate, it hits the floor, fft, Goodbye!" Ryan said as he pointed his thumb over his shoulder.

"That's why everyone likes carpet better, you drop something, it's safe."

"Does anyone in the Crew know how to fix these?" Ryan asked.

"Uh, Hug and Kitan, i think, but they would rather replace than try to repair these, because of the circuitry being all surface-mount, and the way the board is etched," Bane whistled softly, "You'd have to be a surgeon to fix those."

"Do they have any at the moment?"

"I got a set of controllers, but without the X-Box, and they're wired USB for PC."

"I'm screwed, ain't i?" Ryan asked.

"Not exactly. We just have to set up a little lie that grows in our favor."

"Do tell."

"Okay," Bane said as they sat on the sofa, "If and when he asks about the controllers, you just say..."

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Back at the motel...

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"Not even a full day has passed, and i just had to mess it up by faking up a mission that we're not even gonna go on." Muzzle said as he lay in his bed, on his back, tossing Hunter's tennis ball in the air, striking the ceiling before coming back down, leaving a noticable dent. "I don't deserve to be a Canosapien anymore, i wanna be just regular Muzz, strapped into my dinky old handcart until i'm called on."

Muzzle then tossed the ball in the air one more time before rolling over on his side, facing the wall, curled up into a ball, before the ball came down and bopped him right in the ear, yet he didn't flinch. He just laid there, silently crying himself to sleep, tears rolling down his left side as he quietly whimpered.

*Knock Knock* "You okay in there, Muzz? Muzzle?" Hunter asked from outside his door. He opened the door and came in after not hearing a reply.

He saw the Rottie laying there, on his bed. Walking over, he sat down at the foot of the bed and put a hand on the other Rover's side.

"Muzzle? You okay, buddy?"

*Whimper*

"It's okay, Muzz, you're safe. Wanna tell me what's on your mind? Don't hafta if you're not comfortable with it."

"I made it up, the mission," the muscular rottie blubbered, "I made up that mission just to make Kraig and Ryan happy, give'em something to look foward to, i even invited Ryan to go with us. When he finds out, he's gonna skin me for lyin' to him like that!" Muzzle sobbed feverishly as he clutched the retriever like he was a plush toy.

"Aw, Muzz, i would not have-"

"Predicted that, i know, but i was so caught up in the moment, i felt like i couldn't let them down."

"Hmm... how do we fix this so that Ryan'll understand? Dan's still in a hypothermic coma, and Mike got KIA by Ryan... Hmm..."

"Hunter?"

"Yeah, Muzz?"

"C-could you sleep with me? I don't wanna be alone right now."

"Sure, anything for my number one buddy."

As they laid on the bed in a spooning fashion, Muzzle pushed himself back against Hunter, who took it as a hint that he wanted something.

He gently pushed his crotch against the rottie's backside as he asked, "You want this?"

"Please." Muzzle responded, as Hunter allowed himself to get hard down there, holding his sheath flush with his tailhole, his cock slowly pressing against the ring as he got hard, leaking enough pre to coat his cock and Muzzle's hole, Hunter squeezed his ass muscles, and it slipped in, growing with each throb as they laid still and enjoyed the sensations. Until Hunter's knot made itself known.

"You want this too?" Hunter cooed.

"Yes, i want the whole thing."

"Okay."

Hunter then held onto Muzzle's hips, and gently pushed himself further into the rottie, until his knot popped in, but he willed himself not to tie all the way, keeping his doghood soft enough to be squeezed, but not hard to tie, as he rolled onto his back, bringing Muzzle with him, so that the rottie was on top, as Muzzle spun around and sat on Hunter's cock, and slowly rode him, lifting himself off until the tip was in, then slowly lowered himself back onto Hunter's now rock-hard shaft, sitting on his knot, but not letting it go in, saving it for later, as he rode him.

"Oh, Muzzle, you certainly know how to push a guy's buttons. Ohhh..." Hunter moaned.

Muzzle was enjoying himself, feeling the shaft in him, rubbing his prostate with enough pressure to make him shudder with pleasure. His own length did not go neglected, as Hunter bent double and gave Muzzle a tongue job of a lifetime, putting his sandpapery tongue to good use, licking Muzzle's cock, up to his tip, where he played with the opening of his urethra, then down to his balls, taking them one at a time into his mouth, sucking and gently tugging on them, making Muzzle grunt and groan in such pleasure, as Hunter bent even further and licked his own cock adding to his pleasure as Muzzle came back down, and with a bit of maneuvering, they were in the post-tie position on thier backs, and Hunter resumed licking Muzzle's tailhole as he rode back down, then drove his tongue in as far as it could possibly go into Muzzle, driving them both insane with pleasure, before he pulled his mouth away, and Muzzle sat back up and started pounding himself on Hunter's knot, his hole straining to get around it's huge size before rising up off his cock.

"Aww..." Hunter moaned as his cock dribbled the remains of his pre on itself before Muzzle had him lie on the floor, then he lined up, slipped the tip in, grabbed onto Hunter's ass, and...

SCHLOP-UH!

He drove himself down on that knot so hard, it went in further by three inches, before Muzzle blasted a huge load of pre-cum all over Hunter and himself, as Hunter blasted his own hot load up Muzzle's guts, the pressure built to where it was literally spraying out of the deformed hole as Muzzle laid back and they both bent double, Muzzle sucking himself off, and Hunter enjoying his little shower, as his cum sprayed out into his mouth, while Muzz was working himself up for another load, licking his cock all over, rolling his tongue and inserting it into his urethra, sucking like a straw, as he bounced around on Hunter's knot, bumping his prostate around before he removed his tongue from his urethra, wrapped his canine lips around the tip of his flaring cockhead, and let loose an even bigger load of pre down his throat lasting about a half a minute, until he felt full from both ends, laying on Hunter to kiss him, humping as best he could between them, the pre letting him glide back and forth on the retriever, as Hunter shot another load up Muzzle's butt, before going soft. Muzzle pulled himself free of Hunter's knot, clenching hiss ass muscles tightly so as not to let any cum out of his rectum, as he removed himself from the retriever's deflating cock and stood on all fours, waving his stub of a tail at Hunter, who swiftly came up behind him and licked Muzzle on the hole, before planting his lips on it, forming a seal as he gave him the thumbs up signal.

Muzzle pushed all of Hunter's cum out of his ass, and down Hunter's throat, as the retriever pushed his tongue deep into Muzzle, and tongue-fucked him as he pushed out the last of his cum from his butt. Hunter swallowed one last time before laying on his side, his stomach sticking out a few good inches from his waistline.

"Oh, man, that was intense!" Hunter said in between pants.

"Yeah, no doubt." Muzzle replied as he licked his lips.

"I wonder what Blitz and Exile are up to right now?"

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"Oh-ho-ho, you are liking this, you filthy dog, you." Exile said in his thick Russian accent as he rubbed his shit-covered bum all over the doberman's chest.

"Oh, yah, Mastuh Exile, you are soo guten at steamrolling, plehehease, shit more on top of me, i want to be covered in your doodies, so pile it on mehehehee!"

"As genie would say, 'Your coffee is my donuts."

Exile pushed out even larger mounds of shit on Blitz, who just lay there and took it all, the sight, the smell, it overpowered him, as the husky kept pushing out his soft-serve for the doberman, covering his torso, then his legs, arms, then finally his head, where Exile made sure to pile it on big time, in case Blitz were to eat it...

Finally finished with Blitz's request, he smoothed the soft mounds of shit with his butt before standing back up and admiring his work.

'Ohhohohohhoo yahhhh, i am a filthy, dirty doggie, who lik- no, loves doodiehehee.' Blitz thought, smiling. 'I should try to scare Hunter when he comes back. Yah, i will rise from da doody and say, I am the Doody Monstah, yah... I will do dat, yah..'

It was a few minutes before Hunter and Muzzle went over to Exile's room, by that time, Exile had already finished his shower.

*Knock Knock*

"Who is there?"

"It's us." Hunter said.

"Us, who?"

"Open door, Exile, ziss is Russian Police!" Muzzle said in his best Russian accent. "Vee know you are in zere!"

"Borshoi!" Exile said, locking the door and bracing himself against it. "I will not be going back to Siberia! Not quietly, anyways."

"We were just kidding, Exile, open up."

[Locks click unlocked]

Exile slowly opened the door, peeking out, and saw his two comrades.

"Mother Russia! Please, not to be scaring me like that. I almost kicked barrel from fright!"

"Aw, sorry, man." Muzzle said before sniffing the air a few times. "Jeez, Exile, did ya crap and forget to flush?"

"No, i always flush."

"Okay. Can we come in, then?"

'Now's my chance!' Blitz thought.

The two took a few steps in as Exile held the door open before Blitz poked his arms out of the mess and stood up.

"RAHAHR, I AM DA DOODY MONSTAH!" he roared, taking a few steps toward them.

*Exile looks at you, the reader, smiles and shakes his head slightly as he leans against the door, arms crossed*

"AAH!" Hunter screamed as he jumped behind Muzzle, who simply grinned and pulled out something that looked like a few two by fours and a giant mousetrap made into a weapon, with springs, magnets, and a trigger, as he pulled it up to aim at Blitz, who couldn't see anything because of the shit covering his eyes, and pulled the trigger.

In seconds, the piece of wood on top flung foward and smacked Blitz right on the nose, but without the force to blast people away as it was claimed to do. Confused, he let it rip on himself. It felt like the backhand of a Minotaur, but it was more like the hard flick of it's finger.

Holstering it, he decided to slam his knee into Blitz's nuts, and sent the dobie flying, flipping upside-down, and crashing into the wall in front of them, then fell face-first onto the floor, landing on his back and staying there for awhile.

Bringing the device back out, he examined it, and tested it on himself again. Indeed it did feel like the backhand of a Minotaur, but smoother, and softer, like someone had flicked him.

"What is that?" Hunter asked.

"I don't know. Kid that sold it to me called it the 'Splanker', and that it was 'Two by Four Technology' or something like that. Piece of-"

"raghr, i am der doody-monster, rahr..." Blitz blathered before swallowing the turd that made it's way into his mouth.

"Oh, please don't tell me that's-" Muzzle said.

"Was his idea, he asked for to be pooped on."

"Rohr, i am der- urp! - ugh..."

"Woah, Blitz, you are a dirty dog after all!" Hunter said.

Blitz wiped the scat from his eyes and looked at Hunter and smiled. "Now that you have seen me like this, i will admit it: I have a bit of a scat fetish. Not just biting tooshies or peppermint milkshakes."

"Ah, that's okay. We're cool with it, just make sure it stays in the bathroom, at least."

"Sure thing. Guh, i feel like a turd."

"You are turd." Exile laughed, his mouth open long enough for Blitz to shove a pawful of shit into it, making the husky gag.

"Ahahah- Blegh!" Exile spat and wiped his mouth, before looking at the doberman, brow cocked, an evil smirk on his face.

"So, that is how you like, eh? Perhaps a fisting will set you straightened!"

Exile chased the dirty Blitz around the room, before Muzzle 'helped' and tripped the dobie up.

Blitz screamed as he face-planted; the husky was right on top of him in an instant.

"Plehehease, nohoho, i like my tooshie the way it is. Plehease don't fist me, Exile, i'm begging you!"

"Oy, always with the beggings. Fine, no fistings. We are still in Role-Playing, so, i am still 'Master'." Exile said as he took Blitz by the wrists and cuffed him.

"Ooh, bondage. Another favorite of mine. I think you know too much about me, Exile."

"Shut up and get onto bed."

"But, i am still dirty, Mastuh. Wouldn't you rather i were clean?"

"Nyet! Again, onto bed!

"Yes sir!" he said as he did as he was told. Exile pulled out the drawer and got out two more pairs of cuffs to tie Blitz to the bed.

"Couid i borrow that, Muzzle?"

"No prob, i was gonna toss it anyway, cause it's junk." Muzzle said, handing the Splanker to the husky, who examined it thuroughly.

"Ah, there is problem."

"What?"

"You had it on 'Low' setting."

Muzzle facepalmed. "If i ever cross paths with that kid again, i am gonna use that thing on him."

"I will re-set it to, oh, Medium-High!" Exile said with an evil tone to his voice to scare the doberman. "Now, if you would be exscusing me..."

Muzzle and Hunter stepped out of the room as Hunter closed the door, before a symphony of smacks and wails filled their room, and headed off to the main bar area.

(Intro to Smack That by Akon plays)

(Smack! Smack!)

Blitz: (Squeals in pain) Ya-Hai!

Exile: (Shouts in Russian) Shut It! (Smack!)

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(Smack that by Akon plays over the P.A. system, starting from 'i feel you creeping')

"Ya know, i just cannot believe that we got the van rebuilt in one day. Well, day and a.. quarter, i suppose." Zeke said, admiring the new van, fresh from Assembly & Testing.

"I guess that's because we had the plans already loaded, so everything went a lot faster, because we built the original van here." Nate said as he stood next to him. "But, for Mike's Subaru, that's the first Leone we ever built. Speaking of which, it kinda brings us back to our little dilemma: do we keep it here, or just deliver it to Ryan already?"

"We keep it here. I don't wanna have to re-rebuild it if you or one of the others drove it, and had an accident."

"So... why are we standing around here for?"

Zeke looked at him.

"Right..."

And Nate backed away.

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Kraig was flipping through the pages of the magazine Dan was looking at yesterday: the Hot Furs Australia issue, with a centerfold poster of the croc on the cover, in all his naked glory. Kraig looked at it, but it didn't arouse him in the least. He closed the magazine and put it under the counter before Lycaon came in and sat at the counter.

"How's Ryan doing?"

"Better than expected. He's at his home right now, sleeping. He's gonna take it easy until Mike's rebirth."

"Rebirth?"

"You know how some people say that they know someone they've never met before? That means that they were reincarnated, or, they died, roamed the earth for awhile, then came back in a new family, but they can remember their old family."

"Um..."

"Still not catching on?"

Kraig slowly nodded.

"Okay, then."

Lycaon then used his magic to push a few tables away to show Kraig what would happen during reincarnation, in the form of life-like holograms.

"Alright, here's two completely different families. Clans being the shorter term, clan one is three generations behind clan two, whereas clan two is the current generation, say, one boy was born three centuries behind the other. Still with me?"

"Kinda."

"It's tough to explain, but i'll keep going. Okay, let's try this: Let's say you were first born in the sixteen hundreds, and you died in, oh, sixteen sixty-five, you were single, never had a mate; you were gone for, maybe a few years. And then you came back in eighteen fourty-two. By the time you hit your early thirties, you started having dreams of your past life in the sixteen hundreds, your name, where you lived back then. If you walked through a neighborhood that looked familiar to you, then that's where you once lived before you died and came back. And then you die in eighteen fifty-six while branding cattle at the ranch that hired you, you held the branding iron too long, and the heifer you were branding kicked you, and nailed you right in the chest, smack dab in heart country. Once again, you're dead for awhile, and then you come back, in nineteen eighty-two, and here you are today, but the memories of the last incarnations fade until you don't remember them anymore, so right now, using the examples, you would only be able to remember the fatal cow-branding incedent, the cow kicking you in the heart, you falling on your back, and the hot iron landing on your neck, burning through you as those last few moments of consiousness fade away to nothing. See what i'm talking about now?"

"Kinda gruesome. But i think i've managed to catch everything."

"But if we look at Mike's timeline," Lycaon continued, showing when Mike chased, and got chased by, the werewolf he fell in love with. "Mike chose to chase after Ryan, because of two things: One, Ryan is already a Werewolf, yet Mike never knew about his Feral form, until he saw Ryan, and ran off; Two, he was concerned about Ryan too much to simply stay here, at the bar. Result: Ryan runs off, Mike chases after him, then he gets chased by Ryan, until here." Lycaon paused the life-sized holograms for a closer look.

Kraig walked over to the hologram, looking at it as Lycaon stood on the other side and continued his explanation.

"Ryan caught up, and tossed a simple stone, perhaps the size of his fist, at the front wheel of the dirtbike; With such accurate timing, he tossed it so that it bent the spokes, sending them into the brakes, effectively locking the wheel and catapulting Mike for a certain distance, to give him the impression that, if he could make it to his house, he could use whatever silver he had to subdue him. But then, Ryan jumped on him, and, being unprepared, he took Ryan's entire length, and it perforated his colon, and destroyed most of his organs."

"Wow." Kraig said as he looked away from the rape scene playing in front of him as it changed to an internal shot.

"Being a Werewolf has it's advantages here: You can get the virus through bodily fluids, but Ryan remembered that only after he changed back. So, Ryan did his very best to save him, and was sucessful. Mike transformed into one of our kind, and lived, with his full memory because Ryan was quick to save him, while he raped him."

"This time, however, Mike will not be as fortunate. After he comes back to this realm, he will have no memory of anything at all. If he's lucky, he will remember some things perhaps, such as Ryan, and if something happens that's related to a certain memory he still has, it might bring his full memory back, sort of like amnesia, where if you have frequent deja vu moments, one of them might return your memories to you." Lycaon finished, out of breath and panting.

Kraig gave him a glass of water to drink, which he downed almost instantly. "Thanks."

"Anytime."

"Ahem." Someone cleared their throat. Lycaon and Kraig turned to see Dean, but in his human form.

"How long were you here?" Kraig asked.

"Longer than i needed to. I came to ask a favor of Lycaon."

"Go ahead."

"I have a hunch that Mike might be in the Canine Underworld, and i need your permission to go there and find him."

"Why would you risk your life to go there?" Lycaon asked.

"Because... I consider myself his slave, and Slaves must be ready and willing to do anything their Master desires, to tend to their needs. If the Master is ill, the slave is then a Servant, and want their Master to get better."

"And that has to do with Mike, how?" Kraig asked.

"A Servant will help their Master in any way possible, even if it means risking their own life to save their Master's."

"Well, then. I know of your attempts to keep Mike safe, especially after your most recent brush with the Reaper. I don't know, Dean. The Canine Underworld is very dangerous, as most places in the Underworld are. I have been there myself a few times, to pluck out the unlucky ones who were sent there by mistake. When you're down there, it's Hell."

"Isn't it already called Hell, not Canine Underworld?" Kraig asked.

"Call it what you want, but when you're in there, watch your step, watch your back, and most importantly, do not fall for any tricks the inhabitants may try on you."

"Good advice." Dean said.

"I will share my powers with you: Teleportation, Strength, Invisibility, and half of my Godhood."

"How is that possible? Is Godhood even a power?"

"Godhood works something like 'God Mode' in a videogame, but there are limits."

"Like?"

"You won't be protected from getting disemboweled, or if you fall into magma."

"Sucks but, okay. Anything else?"

"If you want, i will join you in your little rescue mission, and you will most likely need all the help you can get down there."

Dee weighed his options; If he went down there alone, it would be an instant game over, even while using his goat form. If the Wolf-God accompanied him, then he would be all set. But then, if they both got in trouble, who would save them?

"I think we'll need the Rovers for this mission as well." he said after some thought.

"Really? The Road Rovers?"

"Yeah, knowing them, they can and will kick some serious-" Dee was interrupted from saying the last part. The three turned towards the door, and saw Muzzle and Hunter, as they walked in.

"Whoa, cool hologram." Hunter said.

"Thanks. I was telling Kraig about the reincarnation process."

"The what now?" Hunter asked.

"Life after death, i think, by coming back in a different form." Muzzle said.

"Well put, Muzzle." Lycaon commented. "You were saying, Dee?"

The camel was somewhat dumbstruck, but he kept his composure and explained his side of the story.

"The mission you were gonna go on, to get the water?"

"Unfortunately, that one backfired. We're not going."

"Oh. No worries, because instead, i have a more personal mission: to get Mike back, and you guys are gonna help."

"Really, how?" Muzzle asked.

"Lycaon, you say you've been to the Canine Underworld before. Do you have any other info you can provide us with, like a map or something?"

"As a matter of fact, i do."

Lycaon then waved the hologram away, replacing it with a mental projection of an overhead map of the area. It looked like what Hell is usualy depicted as. Almost.

"Whoa, scary..." Hunter commented yet again.

"Should we tell Ryan?" Kraig asked.

"I'm debating that. Ryan's already absorbed Mike's body into his seed, in which Mike will be reformed before he is given the spark, and ejected from Ryan, but Mike's, um, 'entity' was sent to that dimension for some reason."

Dee sighed. "I guess, since you know about the place first-hand, i will relinquish the mission to you. Besides, i suck at making plans."

"You sure? What about that little 'Master and Servant' speech you just gave?" Kraig asked.

"Well, it's obvious that i'm going, i had the idea in the first place, i'm just letting him take over planning and execution."

"Okay..."

And so began a lengthy debriefing on the dimension: behaviour, interaction when needed, what to look out for, and general strategy.

...

"I still say we let Ryan know about this." Kraig said.

"And we'll run it over to Professor Shepard, Colleen, and Shag." Hunter told them.

"Uh, do we have to? Colleen might flake on us, and we can forget about bringing Shag. He'd piss himself in two seconds." Muzzle replied.

"Okay, fine."

Just then, the door opened, revealing a somewhat tired, yawning Ryan, walking to the counter.

"Hey, Dan, get me a coffee... Dan?"

Everyone looked at Ryan, confused, then at Lycaon, before Ryan passed out, asleep. Everyone was quick to catch him, and set him down onto the tables.

"Oh, boy. How'd this happen. Lycaon?"

"He sleep-walks? I don't have the answer right now."

"...I can't turn this around, i keep walking into walls that i can't break down, with my eyes wide shut, and because of you, i'm a sleep walker, walker, i'm a sleepwa...." the song played as a ringtone on Dan's phone, which the fox currently had in his vest pocket.

"Hello?"

"Dan?"

"This is his mate, Kraig speaking. Who's this?"

"Bane from WolfWerks, calling from Ryan's place. You guys seen Ryan anywhere?"

"He just stumbled in, said something about coffee, then passed out."

"Weird. I'll be over faster than you can say pomagranate."

"Pomagr- wow, that was pretty fast." Kraig said as Bane burst in, scratching the floor as he skidded to a halt on all fours.

"Course it was. Werewolves are built for speed, you know." Bane said, looking at Ryan, who was snoring obnoxiously loudly.

"Um, have you guys seen Dan around also?"

"I had Exile freeze him, but when we thawed him out..."

"Feels like a disaster movie." Bane replied, before turning to Lycaon. "Y'know, instead of waiting for people to show up so that you can give your speech, just Link up with them, have'em all come over, and then do a tail count, then do what you gotta do."

"In any pack, Bane, i know you'd always lead it."

"Thank you, Father."

"Erm... not gonna ask." Rokar said.

Lycaon then used his MindLink and amplified it to within three hundred miles effective broadcasting power, changing into his Feral form in order to have a good signal.

"Any and all Lycans, Lupines, and Canines, i call upon you to serve on an important quest. You are to go to the Ye Olde Yiffe Inne, so that we may discuss this matter!"

Lycaon was outside to broadcast the message, ending in a triumphant howl that rattled the windows of the bar.

Within minutes, only a few furs showed up: From the motel in the back, Blitz, Exile and Dash; The WolfWerks crew rolled up in their freshly rebuilt van, sliding into the parking lot with a crunch, as they hit the lightpost.

"Dammit, Nate, Bane's a better driver than you!"

"Hey, suck it, Zeke, it was your idea to put me behind the wheel!"

Jord was the next to show up on his bike, with Horscht following him with the Ruckus.

"You really know how to draw a crowd." Kraig commented as he brought the lights in the bar to full brightness, as Hunter and Muzzle cleared the floor, putting all the tables in the back, and brought the chairs in front of the stage. Everyone crowded in, finding a seat as Jord handled non alcoholic drinks for the mob of furs.

"Now then.." Lycaon did the tail count. Joining them were Kraig, Dee, Horscht, Bane, Nate, Zeke, Panat, Kitan, Hug, Jord, Dashuk, Hunter, Exile, Blitz, Muzzle, Keto, and Ryan, who was still snoozing, but then awoke rather abruptly, falling off of the tables he was on and face-planted on the cold hardwood floor, before he got up and rubbed his nose before sitting at the counter, leaning his broad back against it, a slight frown on his muzzle as he reminded himself of his wrongdoings...

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Something of a cliffhanger, but bear with me, the next chapter will come soon...

Just as soon as i figure out how to continue it...