Job Tryouts
So here's a early Christmas gift for all my watchers who love feral transformation pr0nz....in which, a naive young man goes to work as a dog handler for a famous musher, only to learn that handling isn't what his new boss has in mind at all....
I took a lot more time writing this than I did with "A Better Love Life" so I'm much more pleased with the end result. Why is it that when I'm trying to write for my writing classes, I have writer's block, but when I think about feral pr0nz, the possibilities are endless...just shows where the priorities are! **facepalms**
And a note: for those who aren't familiar with the sled dog world. A Handler is a employee hired by proffessional racers to assist them in all manners of kennel and race management. This can be anything from training/racing teams of yearlings, to feeding/water/poop removal, building/painting doghouses, acting as chauffeur, anything really. Handlers usually are paid little or nothing at all, other than food and board, and are not always treated the best by their boss. It's a busy job with little freetime so not a good option for people like myself who already have their own teams, but for a person who wants to learn how to be a dog musher from a professional, it can be a good start.
Would you be a handler for Brock and Cecelia?
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Job Tryouts
"Shane? Call me Brock, nice to meet you! I'm sure you'll be very happy handling for me."
"We'll see about that" Shane thought as he shook hands with Brock. He had not expected much of a positive reply when he emailed Robert "Brock" Scattergood with a response to the "Dog Handler Wanted" add Brock had put up on a Sleddog website. Brock was the musher everyone in Alaska and elsewhere was talking about, a new up and coming star in the sled dog racing world, who'd just won surprised everyone by winning several 200 and 300 mile races the past winter. He was already signed up for the Iditarod and everyone was eager to see how he and his amazing sleddog team would do there. Handling for Brock was certainly appealing, as it would allow Shane, who was eager to learn more about the whole dog-sledding idea, to go places and meet people he wouldn't otherwise, but he'd been shocked when Brock accepted his application without a resume, or without knowing anything about him other than he lived not far away and had no close friends other than his girlfriend, Phoebe.
"So to get started. You'll be living here" Brock said, pointing to a small cabin on the east side of his 10 acre property. "It has running water and a bathroom, which I might add, isn't common for handler cabins. I pay for your food and board and you get a monthly wage besides. Sound good?"
"Oh yes, certainly. Thank you! So about the dogs..." Shane was excited to see the reason behind why he was here.
"Of course! Now, you're going to have plenty of time to spend with the dogs,'' Brock said as they walked past his log house towards the yard where the dogs lived, "you'll be with them constantly."
"What exactly are my duties? Besides feeding, watering, poop cleanup?" Shane asked. He still felt very new to sleddogs and how a kennel operated. "I hope Brock doesn't think I'm too unknowledgeable or naïve" he thought.
"There will be plenty of time to talk about that later. It's time for you to meet the dogs."
Brock opened the gate that led to the dog area. Immediately several sleddogs were at their side, sniffing the unfamiliar Shane nervously. Shane was surprised that none of the dogs looked very much like huskies he'd seen in 8 Below and Snow Dogs, the only movies he'd watched which had sled dogs in them. All the dogs now circling around him were mutts of some variety, and each one was different. Some of them looked like German Shepherds, some like small wolves, some like border collies, others like huskies, but less furry and more athletic than the 8 Below huskies, while others looked like nothing in particular, just random mutts. The dogs seemed to be a mixture of males and females, and all were very friendly. "Hey fellas" Shane said, trying to sound friendly. He started rubbing the dogs closest to him on the head and ears, and they responded by rubbing against him and licking his hand. "That's odd," Shane thought. He'd just noticed how the dogs were looking at him. It was different than any other look he'd ever got from a dog before. It was like these dogs were expecting something. They had an expectant, almost amused look in their eyes as they looked at him, and it made him nervous. Shane liked dogs, but dogs weren't supposed to have human-like expressions. "I guess sleddogs are just different" Shane told himself, but when he turned around he saw Brock loving up on some of his dogs. The startling thing was that one of the males, a big wolf-gray dog, was sniffing and nuzzling at Brock's crotch, and the musher wasn't doing anything about it at all. Instead, he was seemingly making out with another dog, a smaller sable-colored female, in a surprisingly human-like kiss. Shane looked away, rather surprised, but not minding. He knew some people thought of their dogs as family, and maybe Brock was one of those guys, although his seemingly-intelligent personality gave off a different impression.
His thoughts were startled by Brock's words. "I made up some sandwiches for our lunch. Give me a minute and I'll run up to the house and fetch 'em. You can walk around and get to know each dog. You're gonna be around them a lot from now on, so you should know them better than you knew your parents." Brock turned and went out the gate, closing it behind him, but has he left Shane called after him "Uh, Brock? Where'd you get all these dogs anyway?"
There was a slight pause before Brock answered "Some I bred myself, here at the kennel. The others came from....around. We can talk more later." He then walked back towards his house without waiting for a response from Shane.
"Well, he's a little odd, but I think we'll get along ok" Shane told the dogs standing around him. They wagged their tails and grinned and kept looking at him with their amused expressions. "What is it you all want?" Shane asked? "If you think I am going to give you a treat or something, forget it." At this, several of the dogs, including the big gray male who'd been sniffing Brock, gave a strange bark-woof sound which almost resembled a laugh. Shane looked at the dogs strangely but they didn't repeat the noise. "I must be imagining things today" Shane thought. "Now, I'm supposed to meet all of your personally." He started looking at each dog and checking out the name-plate on each dog's collar. Susie. Dorinda. Rufus. Nick. Gator. Most of the names were common people names, not names traditionally used for dogs. The big gray male, who seemed to be the pack alpha, was named Wolfgang. "Appropriate name" Shane thought dryly, eyeing Wolfgang. Despite his size and appearance, the dog seemed very friendly. An affectionate lick on the hand caused Shane to notice the little sable female who'd been licking Brock so passionately earlier. Her name tag read Cecelia.
"Well. You all seem like nice enough dogs. I think we'll get along great, right?" Shane said aloud, sitting down ontop of a doghouse. Instantly Wolfgang, Cecelia, and the dog named Nick, a medium-sized male who looked very like a German Shepherd, but more lanky, leapt onto the house roof with him. All three dogs licked Shane's face and wagged their furry tails as the new handler laughed and stroked their heads.
Brock was watching from a distance. The handsome young musher had retrieved the sandwiches from his kitchen, and now was observing the handler from the porch. Shane was certainly naïve, but the dogs liked him, and that was what was important. Whenever a new "teammate" arrived, Brock let the dogs test them. If the dogs like the new person, then they were allowed to join the pack. Of course, the person's physical condition was important too. Only lanky, athletic applicants were allowed to stay. Shane wasn't tall by any means, but much of his 5' 7" height was legs, he was slim, clean-looking, well dressed, blond hair combed down over his forehead. He would do. It was just up to Brock and the dogs to get the ball rolling, and Shane would have found his calling.
Shane was still sitting on the house roof petting and talking to the dogs when Brock came trotting up carrying a couple Ziploc bags. He tossed one to Shane, who saw that the bag contained a sandwich of some kind. Both the bread and the salami appeared to be homemade. "So the amazing Brock is a chef too" Shane chuckled to himself. He took a bite of the sandwich.
Brock watched Shane eat his lunch. The dogs were all watching too. They never tired of seeing a new packmember initiated into the team. Even Dorinda, who had only lived here for three weeks, was eagerly waiting for Shane to realize who he really was. "Your days as the rookie are over" Brock told the black and white female as she thumped her tail on the snow-covered surface. He always liked being here when the new teammates embraced their animal sides. They might be horrified at first, but in the end, they'd always be like Dorinda, happy as could be and eager to help him bring more new sleddogs into the pack.
Shane finished up his sandwich and put the Ziploc in his pocket. The three dogs were laying around him, Cecelia's head on his shoulder, the two males' heads on his lap. Several other dogs were standing around watching him. In the distance he could see a somewhat smaller pen, which contained several puppies, who were batting around a ball. Alongside this puppy playyard was a shed (their sleeping area presumably) and beyond that, a few smaller kennels which held just one or two dogs apiece. Next to the dog yard, Brock's big dogtruck was parked, along with a smaller jeep and an old Chevy car. "Are all the vehicles yours?" Shane asked.
"What? Uh, no. Just the truck. The jeep and the Chevy, belong to friends." At this, Cecelia barked a low woof and cocked her head at Brock. "Yes, yes. The Chevy belongs to my girlfriend. You'll meet her eventually." Brock didn't say anything else, so Shane didn't press. Maybe he was having relationship troubles.
"Speaking of girlfriends, can I bring Phoebe out here sometime? She'll love the dogs" Shane asked.
"Of course! Maybe later this week."
Shane was about to ask another question, but he noticed that Brock was looking at him with the same expectant expression which featured the faces of his dogs. "Wolfgang, you can start now." He said, then "Have fun Shane." He winked as Shane tried and failed to understand.
Shane was suddenly shocked as Wolfgang sat up, stood up, and plastered his long husky tongue over Shane's mouth. Shane gasped in astonishment as the big dog's mouth-organ slopped across his sealed lips, lick and pushing for entrance. Wolfgang's eyes were filled with a look of love and affection that was decidedly not canine. "Just kiss. Give in." Brock's voice called. Shane opened his mouth to reply...and in thrust Wolfgang's tongue. Shane started as the husky's tongue touched his own, as the dog's lips met his. He couldn't see, but he was certain that it looked just like he and Wolfgang were having a very human-like kiss. And suddenly, for a reason he couldn't understand, he wanted to kiss back. Almost before he realized it, his little tongue was wrapped around Wolfgang's larger tongue. The canine responded enthusiastically as their tongues met, dog and man sensually making out. As Brock and the dogs watched, excitement in the dogyard grew. Brock felt a familiar stirring in his gut but held it back. He couldn't change until Shane's initiation was complete.
Shane's mind was clouded as he made out with Wolfgang. Something in the back of his head was telling him this was disgusting and wrong, but he was having a hard time focusing. The taste of Wolfgang's doggy saliva was thick on this tongue, but it wasn't an offensive taste; rather it was almost sensual, lustful. Then, just as suddenly as he'd pulled in, Wolfgang pulled back and grinned at Shane with an expression that the handler could only describe as horny. Cecelia and Nick had already jumped off the house, and Wolfgang followed. He then turned around and nudged Shane's knee, with a look that said "follow me." Feeling like he was in a trance, Shane slid off the doghouse and sat down in the snow. He barely noticed that his jeans were on the wet snow, getting wet. The three dogs were circling around him, grinning and wagging their tails. Shane's nose felt rather different. It felt wetter than usual and when he touched it, it felt moist and the shape was different. Before he could think more about that, Wolfgang walked closer and licked Shane's nose several times, then stepped back. Shane gasped with a jolt. It was like he had just realized a whole new reality. A shockwave of scents was flowing into his noise. He could smell the dogs around him...the puppies playing in their pen....the meatloaf in Brock's kitchen...the dogfood in the garage...a woodpecker in the trees by his cabin....some old perfume in Brock's girlfriend's Chevy...a thousand scents from near and far. How could this be?
As Shane struggled to understand what was happening, he noticed one scent among the others which stood out. A scent of love and lust. It seemed to be coming from the undersides of the three sleddogs which stood around him. Wolfgang stepped closer, walking so he was broadside to the confused human, and Shane discovered the source of the smell, for jutting from the husky's groin was a swelling dogcock. Standing in front of Shane, Wolfgang lifted the hind leg closest to him, exposing his erect organ. A flood of musky smells and scents were assaulting Shane's now sensitive nose. He was still having a hard time focusing...and now he was being drawn to the dog in front of him. Wolfgang was gazing at him lustfully, head cocked to the side, waiting. Expectant. He have a low, sensual growl, and Shane almost thought he heard voices in it. "Go on, take a lick. You know you want to." And thinking on it (or trying to anyway), Shane found he did want to. What was he thinking? He was an ordinary, straight young man. 19 years old, with a girlfriend who he loved like no other. He'd been raised in a family where good morals were installed early. So why was he having these passionate temptations to suck off a dog? Even if Wolfgang was, apparently, a very intelligent, human-like dog....
The temptation was too great. He couldn't resist any longer. Shane's tongue slid past his lips, out of his mouth, and reached out toward the plumb doggycock hanging so temptingly in front of his face. His tongue seemed to be longer than usual, that was odd, but he didn't dwell on it. Slowly his long tongue touched Wolfgang's shaft. The husky murred slightly as he felt the wet touch to his member, and gave a soft growl of encouragement. Somewhere in the background of his awareness, Shane heard Brock calling "Cecelia! Come here darling" but the words didn't register. He slid his tongue across the shaft again, caught a taste of the pre leaking from the end of it. And with that, all resistance ended completely. Shane's new tongue stroked and bathed Wolfgang's cock in an endless surge of licks and kisses. The amount of pre grew, Wolfgang's knot begun to swell, and his cock reached its full length of 9 inches. Shane couldn't help it. He loved the feel of his tongue on the husky's organ. But that still wasn't enough, so he put his entire mouth over the tip, and took more...and more...and more into his mouth. He gagged slightly as the tip went into his throat. It was almost funny, here he was, a former honor student, the kind of son parents dreamed of having, perfect boyfriend, respectable indeed, and now he was deep throating a dog. In another situation he might have laughed about it. But he was much too busy for that. He had all of Wolfgang's cock in his mouth except for the big knot, which pressed against his lips firmly. Wolfgang was humping slightly, fucking Shane's mouth joyfully, occasionally growling with pleasure. He knew his release and the gift it would entitle for Shane was drawing nearer and nearer.
From the outside of the dogyard Brock and Cecelia watched Shane suck off Wolfgang. Shane was taking to this perfectly. Everything was under control. Brock and Cecelia exchanged a sly smile and looked back again. Everything was going according to their plan. But then again, it always did.
Brock got down on his hands and knees and Cecelia turned around...
Shane could feel Wolfgang's cock throbbing. He'd never had sex before; Phoebe wanted to save that for their wedding night, and he'd agreed; but he'd jerked off enough times to know what the throbbing meant. Feeling Wolfgang tense up, Shane reached up with his hand and gave the dog's knot a firm squeeze. It was just right to send him over the edge. Seconds later, Shane was swallowing a thick load of watery dog cum. There was so much that he had to swallow slowly, so his mouth filled up, and some ran out the corners of his mouth and down the sides of his cheeks. He could taste it on his tongue, and though he'd expected the flavor to be offensive, instead he found that he liked it. He wanted more. He sucked off Wolfgang's deflating member enthusiastically, milking it of every drop. When finally the husky stepped away, panting happily, Shane licked his lips and sighed. His mind was still spinning from everything which had just happened, but he felt good. Really good. "Wow, that dog's cum is more invigorating than an engery drink!" Shane thought to himself with a grin. "Who would have guessed. Well know...what the.....?" He'd just realized that his own cock was still throbbing for attention. Sucking off Wolfgang was certainly enough to make Shane feel pretty sexy indeed. He reached down, without thinking, and unbuttoned his jeans, pulled down the zipper, and pulled the flaps back. His member was tenting in his underwear. Quickly Shane pulled them down....and stopped in horror. Something was definitely wrong here. His cock was getting darker and darker by the second. Veins were appearing all over it, and the tip was narrowing out. The whole organ was swelling larger, lengthening out, and thickening too. What was more, his balls were pulling away, further back; they were turning black, and getting larger. All of his public hair was thickening, straightening, and sinking down to form a patch of public fur. Fur, not hair. Shane stared in disbelief. "Brock?" He looked up, glanced around, and froze. His new boss was on his hands and knees, his face buried in Cecelia's rear. Brock obviously wasn't in any condition to help Shane. What was more, Shane realized that a furry dark-brown tail wagged happily from Brock's hind end.
"This can't be happening!" Shane thought. He looked down again. He'd been cut as a baby, but now a foreskin-like covering was growing up and over his changed shaft. As this grew, fur sprouted from it, brown fur. His cock was moving upwards, like it usually did when he was aroused, but now it was going further than usual. The new foreskin touched his belly...and immediately grew together with it. Shane realized now. This was his sheath. No different than those found on the undersides of Wolfgang or Nick or any of the other male dogs in Brock's kennel. Completely formed now, covered in soft brown fur, it had entirely swallowed up his cock. He glanced further past the sheath. His balls were definitely larger now, and the dark skin was strangely appealing. A soft thin coat of fur had grown over them as well. And now as he gaped, the fur which covered his groin begun to spread.
Shane gaped in dismay, unable to do anything but take in the changes that were overwhelming his body. The fur was rapidly growing up his belly. He could feel it inside his shirt, which now made him feeling itchy. He unzipped his jacket, tossed it aside, and pulled off his shirt. Sure enough, the fur was already past his navel and spreading higher. He glanced around. Most of the dogs were watching intently. Wolfgang and Nick especially, both standing just a few feet away. "What...did you...do to me??" Shane gasped at Wolfgang. The big dog just grinned, showing all his fangs, his expression sensual and seductive. Certainly not an expression that a dog should have. Shane looked back at himself. The fur was sprouting up on his hips too, and around onto his lower back. He could feel a pressure on his tailbone. It felt slightly painful and he bit his lip, then yelped, a surprisingly canine-like exclamation, when he felt a rush of change in his posterior as his spine grew. Looking around, he turned just in time to see the last of his new tail be enclosed in fur. The tail hung there, foreign indeed, but also almost familiar. Shane tried to move it, and succeeded. It didn't take long before he could wag it just like the other dogs did. Shane suddenly found himself laughing. He had a tail. It was like something from one of the fantasy novels Phoebe liked to read. Phoebe! What to do now? He was turning into a dog. That was clear. Brock and his dogs, or some of them anyway, were clearly in cahoots together, turning innocent people into sleddogs. He looked over again, to protest, but Brock was nowhere to be seen. Instead he saw a dark brown male husky humping Cecelia for all he was worth.
The dark husky.
"That would be Brock," Shane thought. "No wonder he knows dogs so well - he's one himself." And Cecelia - hadn't he read that Brock had a girlfriend who was a competitive skier? A Canadian girl named Cecelia Allan. That would be the dog Cecelia. So apparently she and Brock were like werewolves or something and could change back and forth between man and dog. Things that all reason said didn't exist, but which appeared very real at the moment. The changes to Shane's body were clear proof of that.
The sight of Brock and Cecelia enjoying each other was quite arousing. Shane finally drew his eyes away and back to himself, aware that his new dogcock was now jutting out of its sheath, rigid and erect. He could see the slight rounded area at the base of his shaft. That would be his knot, no doubt. A pain in his face caused him to jerk upright again. Wolfgang and Nick were literally standing right in front of him, side by side, less than a foot away. He could feel their breath on his face. "So you..." he moaned, "you are probably just like Brock. You're people and you're dogs. Or something in between." In response to this, Nick gave a slight nod. Dogs don't nod their heads. So it was true. Shane moaned again. His face felt all wrong...stretched and twisted and tight. Painful. He could actually feel his ears moving. Moving upward, and changing shape, getting pointy and larger. His hearing was better too. He could hear everything....from cars on the HWY miles away to the panting coming from Brock and Cecelia in their lovemaking. The fur had wholly covered Shane's chest and back, now up his neck. He could feel his hair thickening, changing; feel the fur covering his face, his new ears. His legs were changing too...shrinking, growing narrower, shaped different. There was a cracking and snapping as his legbones and hips rearranged themselves. It was painful indeed, withstanding yes, but painful. Shane moaned and it came out more like a light howl. He looked around. He couldn't see much of the changes to his legs, since he still had his pants on. Although he was distracted by his still-shifting face, he used his hands, still human, to pull away his jeans, and underwear; tossed aside his boots and socks. His legs appeared to be mostly dog now. His feet were gone, replaced by paws. The brown fur was everywhere, bare skin gone entirely. His torso was beginning to change shape too, his chest growing deeper, his butt changing, the cheeks disappearing and being replaced with the rear end of a dog. As Shane panted, feeling horny as hell and exhausted at the same time, his nose caught again the scent of musk, and he saw that both Wolfgang and Nick sported erect canine members like his own. Both were dripping pre and the two sleddogs both had sexy friendly expressions. Wolfgang's tail wagged slowly and Nick growled.
"This is really turning you on, huh?" Shane said aloud. His words slurred. No surprise there. He was entirely a dog excepting his human arms and hands and his head, which was caught in between. He could see his muzzle now, not done growing yet, but getting there. His nose was black and shiny, he could see the canine whiskers behind and below it, and feel the fangs pressing up against his lips as his canine teeth formed. He slid his long dog tongue over them and felt with glee the smooth surfaces of his fangs. Shane had lost the will to resist the change, but he hadn't even realized it. The change, becoming a dog, felt so incredible that he couldn't think of anything else. He still knew who he was, still loved Phoebe, still had human thoughts and emotions, or some of them at least, but for the time being, he was caught up in the moment of becoming a dog. A very horny dog, no less.
Shane was on all fours now, watching the final changes take place. He grinned in pleasure as his hands reformed and became paws. His muzzle was complete, and he licked his chops, threw back his head, and howled. Most of the other dogs started howling too, welcoming the new member to their pack and team. Shane howled on for another minute before quitting. He wasn't done yet. He'd become a sexy, horny male Alaskan husky, brown furred with white, light brown, and black markings. A handsome fellow indeed. He was feeling very unsatisfied, and right in front of him were two sexy males who were eager to help with that problem. He wagged his tail and licked both Wolfgang and Nick on the face, his tail continuing to wave seductively. Shane vaguely realized he was acting like a bitch in heat, but he didn't stop. It was sending over exactly the message he wanted to send.
Wolfgang was instantly at Shane's side, acting just like an alpha male should act with a packmember who wants to be bred. His nose went under Shane's tail, which shot up in the air and over Shane's back. Wolfgang sniffed Shane's tailhole. Then he begun to lick at it softy, pressing, licking, before stopping just as quickly as he'd started. Seconds later, Shane felt the weight of Wolfgang's big body on his back. The big male pulled himself forward, and started humping. Shane felt the husky's cock jab at his entrance for a moment, as he remembered what had happened earlier that afternoon. Remembered just how big that husky's cock was. Then he felt a sharp pain as his virginity was ripped away from him in a series of rapid thrusts. Wolfgang's humping drove his cock deep into Shane's ass, up to the knot, then out again, in again. At first all Shane could think of was the pain the intruder was causing, before a jab at his prostrate caused him to gasp in pleasure. Another jab came...and another...and soon Shane was moaning and whining with ecstasy, wanting more and more.
His bliss was suddenly interrupted by a woof from Nick. Opening his eyes, Shane saw the shepherd-like dog standing next to him, leg lifted, his cock throbbing and appealing. Shane had no hesitation as he took Nick's member into his muzzle. Soon he was sucking merrily on the succulent cock; while Nick, leg still lifted, hung his head over Wolfgang's side as the larger alpha continued to hump lustfully. Shane was having the time of his life, being fucked by one male and sucking off of the other. Filled at both ends. He realized that it wasn't going to last forever, because Wolfgang was drawing closer to climax, but he wanted that climax took, wanted Wolfgang's big knot in him. His mind was no longer able to focus on anything other than the pleasure, he was in eternal bliss, in living heaven, consciousness focused only on the pleasure he was experiencing. He could taste Nick's pre in his mouth, and wanting more, wrapped his tongue around the other male's organ, pulled at, taking in more, until Nick's knot was in his mouth too. He could feel the pre going down his throat, feel the smooth skin of Nick's cock with his tongue, and he sucked on, getting the most from it as possible.
Wolfgang's humping had intensified. He was speeding up, getting ready to bury his knot. Understanding this, Shane tried to relax and prepare for...for...until with one more long thrust, Wolfgang thrust deep into Shane and drove his knot into Shane's ass. Shane heard a long howl from the alpha as he reached his climax, claiming the virgin Shane as his, and releasing his load into Shane's interior. The incredible feeling of the knot in his rear caused Shane's sucking to go faster and....soon he was rewarded with a flood of dogcum from Nick, who was also howling in delight. And if Shane could have howled, he would too, because the combination of all the sex and passion had brought him to release too, and a flow of cum, proof of his first orgasm as a dog, turned the snow under him a off-color.
A few minutes later found Shane happily standing on his four legs, ass-to-ass with Wolfgang. He sighed with contentment as they begun to wait out the tying. Nick had retreated to a doghouse and was cleaning himself up as dogs do. "So I'm a dog. Well, I can't say I mind." Shane thought.
"So how's the new teammate now?"
Shane looked up to see Brock standing over him, human again. With him was an attractive young woman, her reddish-brown hair cut somewhat short and slightly curled, tall and slender, dressed in an expensive winter designer jacket. Cecelia Allan. He recognized her from pictures. But when he tried to reply, only a woof came out.
"No Shane, you can't talk. Not for a while. You see, we make sure you get enough "werewolf toxins" that you will stay a dog for quite a bit. Probably until next spring if we got the doses right. At some point you'll get to be like us, able to shift back and forth. To answer your question, no, we aren't werewolves. There are such a thing as werewolves, but they are a different species. We aren't humans either, nor are we dogs, so as you are probably guessing, we're weredogs. When Cecelia and I decided to start a sleddog kennel, we realized that we could save a great deal of money by not paying for expensive sled dogs. Instead, we create our own. Some of the dogs in our kennel used to be athletes of some kind. Skiers, track people, basketball players, you name it. Others were just like you, people who hadn't much family or friends and who were built right. You shouldn't worry about your girlfriend, we'll be inviting her over here pretty soon. I'm sure you two will get along just as fine as weredogs as you did as humans."
Cecelia cut in, her voice soft and melodic "Please, Shane, don't think of us as evil. We do more help than harm, truthfully. Some of the dogs here were people who were considering suicide. We gave them the option of becoming dogs, and they took that, rather than kill themselves. And some of the people here are dogs permantly. They can't change back. We do that when we find someone who doesn't deserve to be human. The guy who won't stop driving drunk. The mother who abandoned her baby. The guy who sells drugs to minors. The girl who shoplifts all the time just for the thrill of it. These people and others became dogs, because they had to be stopped, and making them into dogs who can serve a purpose is better than letting them sit in a jail and rot, doing nothing. I promise you, once the first winter is over, once you've helped us win a few races, you'll be free to go, but no one has ever wanted to leave here. Some come and go - Susie is a tennis player, so she leaves sometimes to go to meets, and Danny is a guide in Denali National Park, so he's gone all summer. But the temptation of being a sled dog again always returns." She patted him and Wolfgang both on the head. "I know because I was in your place once, before Brock and I started dating."
"Yep, that's about it!" Brock laughed. "Anyway, I can see you boys are enjoying yourselves so I won't interfere. I'll be bringing out dinner for you and the rest of the weredogs - those who eat as dogs that is - as soon as you unhook. For now though, just enjoy! And look forward to tomorrow when we put you in harness."
Cecelia gave Shane a kiss on the head and a pat before she and Brock left.
A weredog. Well who would ever have thought of him, Shane Linford, being a weredog. But so far it had been a pretty positive experience. He turned around and licked Wolfgang on the face; and got another lick in return. Life was good. Tormorrow he was going to run on the team (this suddenly seemed terribly appealing and fun). He couldn't wait to introduce Phoebe to this new "job."