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The Dream That Turned Real:The Return (Second Person Perspective Stream Of Consciousness Experimental) By Triple xXx Werewolf 2013

[Groans] Mmm.... onh..... uhh... [Opens eyes] Uhhhnnn, [Looks left] Ryan? [Looks right] Dan? [Looks at the ceiling] Man, what a rough night. [Closes eyes] Modruk, the dragon, what was his name? Haldum? Valium? Valdov, that's it. That was the dragon's name. [Sigh] What a way for them to go, lava. Lava, bathing in it, can't believe I did that. Survived, two new forms, now one. Fire-Wolf? No, ahhh... H-Hellhound, yeah. Why'd he do that? Huh, oh well, he was too aggressive. [Yawns silently] Where are we, anyways? Another dimension? Heaven? Can't be, we've done too much bad to go there. [Opens eyes and feels around] Okay, lessee.. this is definitely a bed i'm on.. fabric, not Demon leather.. soft, not stone... [Stops moving and looks up] These walls, not stone either, looks like made of wood... as is the ceiling. [Closes eyes tightly] Ugh, still tripping from that ride through the portal. [Opens one eye] Wait, I had wings, didn't I? [Opens the other eye] Oh wait, they're tatted on my back, duh. What about my other forms? Anthro, DemonWolf, Feral? I'm not feeling their presence inside me. Did I turn Human? [Slowly raises hands to look at them] All skin, no fur, no claws.. Aw, damn, what happened? [Drops arms at sides onto bed] Well, at least we're all alive now. We are, aren't we? [Closes eyes]

A dream plays out in your head, of being in Hell, of finding your friends, battling demons, befriending them, lastly thinking to yourself that, as dark and bleak and miserable as The Canine Underworld was, you still managed to survive, and found ways to have fun there. You faintly remember the time you accepted Gornak the Minotaur's offerings, of the claws that which you then used against him, thus experiencing the fact that death was voided out. That scene then fades, and you see yourself flying between those pesky stone pillars that would shoot up from the ground every now and again, dodging them as you flew past. That scene then fades to black a moment before the next memory fades in, of snuggling with Ryan on the bed, made of demon-skin and fur, one last kiss as you drift off to sleep in your lovers' arms. The scene fades to black, transitioning to flames from the fire that Valdov created from deep within, slowly zooming out to fade to an image of everyone sitting around the fire, eating, talking, feelings of warmth surround you as you see this, and you feel happy. A contrasting scene then cuts through, of burning heat, surrounded by flames as you step into the trough, filled of Valdov's liquid fire. The scene then fades out, seeing an image of HellHound and DemonWolf. DemonWolf fades out of the scene as it fades to white as you find yourself in the portal, watching that wolflike figure running on the portal's wall. What did that mean? Did it mean that HellHound was still alive somehow? You assume he died, his body destroyed in the explosion. Unless he was able to recreate himself via the magma. You dismiss the thought as you envision HellHound, pulling himself out of the lava onto untouched ground. The scene fades to black.

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You are slowly roused from your slumber by a nagging feeling that someone's been watching you as you slept. Cracking your eyes open, you are greeted by the sight of a young male white fox, sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bed, silently watching you as you adjust yourself into a reclined position.

Hearing waking noises from either side, you look around to see that Ryan and Dan are just waking up, as well.

"Oh, it's so good to see that you're all safe and sound!" the fox finally says in a calm, relieved manner.

"Mmm, who's that?" Dan asks.

"Dan, it's me, Kraig. Your mate?"

Upon hearing the fox's name, your eyes open a bit wider, now realizing where you are. You look at Dan, who is hugging Kraig tightly, tears streaming down their muzzles.

You are then surprised by a big lick from Ryan's wide, long canine tongue, slobbering up the side of your face.

"Morning, hon." Ryan tells you with a small giggle, a somewhat goofy look on his face with his tongue hanging out.

"Good morning, Officer DuBon." you say, surprising him.

Ryan cocks his head to one side as he asks, "How do you know I used to be a cop?"

"I..." you say, starting to blush. "I thought I heard someone call you that."

"That woulda been me." you hear a gruff voice say. Turning towards the doorway, you see a six foot one springer spaniel in what looks to be a 'castro clone' outfit- trucker cap, red flannel shirt over a white wife-beater tank top, denim jeans, tan workboots, and the same color rawhide gloves, sticking out of his front right pocket.

You then focus your eyes to look behind him, to see a large form blocking the door.

"Then... who's that behind you?" you ask the spaniel. He looks behind and jumps away from the door into the room, almost tripping on a rogue shoelace from his boot.

"Oh, sorry." the monstrous form in the doorway says in a light, yet deep voice before you witness it shrinking. In a few seconds, the form turns into a stocky seven foot two Minotaur. You quickly recognize the form now.

"Gorn?" you exclaim in shocked amusement.

"The one and only!" the minotaur says as he steps into the room, ending in a thundering laugh.

"It's good to see you got through the portal." Dan replies.

Gorn grunts in response before looking at you and Ryan. "Breakfast?" he asks. "Come. It's ready."

"Oh, boy, real food! Finally!" Dan says, scrambling out of bed. He accidentally knocks Kraig out of his way as he does so. Kraig literally does a back flip before his ears even make contact with the carpeted floor.

"Whoa! Are you okay, Kraig?" Ryan asks.

"I'm perfectly fine. Why?" the fox responds.

"Your mate.. just whacked you off the bed." you say as you climb out of bed with Ryan, before you realize that you have no clothes on. You're stark naked, in front of Kraig, Rick and Gorn.

*Anime moment: everyone has a sweat-drop on their heads and blush stripes across their faces. Rick and Gorn quickly shuffle out of the room.

"Oh, that was an accident, i'm sure. He must be starving after being down there for so long." Kraig says as he walks towards the closet to pick out some clothes for you and Ryan. You feel as if your rescuers never even bothered to at least slip some undies on you guys before leaving you on the bed.

You and Ryan quickly put on what the fox hands you before coming out, walking into the hallway to the left, to the kitchen on your right. To you, it feels like the day you woke up in your new werewolf body. Standing in the same spot you were that time when Dan pointed out your apparently gigantic morning wood, before the floodgates opened, blasting yourself with your own seed. That thought fades as you see only Dan in the kitchen, looking around the empty room.

"Where is everyone?" Dan asks. "Gorn said there was breakfast." You step into the kitchen to give a once over, coming across a note on the fridge to your left.

"Hmm, what's this?" you say, pulling the note off and reading it.

"To Mike, Dan or Ryan-- If you found this note, that means we left to open the Yiffe Inne to prepare a hearty feast for you. Gorn." you read. "P.S. from Dee: Hope you guys don't mind walking."

"Your cars are in storage at WolfWerx right now, Mike, if you can remember that far back." Kraig tells you.

"No, not really." you say before getting a whiff of something akin to a sun-ripened trash pile. "Was that you, Ryan?" you ask.

"I didn't do that." Ryan tells you before the scent hits you again. You realize that stench is coming from both you and Ryan, as well as Dan.

"Ugh, how did we not notice that we smell like frickin' zombies? Seriously, it's like we got worse than skunked, ewwwww!" you exclaim, holding your nose. "Fuck, we gotta shower. Pronto!"

"After you!" Ryan says as he races you to the shower. From the kitchen, you hang a right into the hallway, then a left into the bathroom. In no time, you and he are buck naked again, almost diving into the tub, cranking the hot water full blast, taking turns under the spray.

"Man, this feels way better than bathing in lava!" you exclaim, relishing the feeling of the hot water on your skin.

You heavily scrub each other down for a good half-hour, finally stepping out fresh and clean. You examine yourself in the mirror hanging on the door, noticing your shaggy black facial hair. It looks like years since you last shaved. You look in the cabinet for an electric razor, but even though you find it, instead, you grab the haircutting scissors first. You chop the giant beard off, falling onto the towel you set over the sink to keep it from clogging the trap.

With expert precision, you turn your shaggy face-fur into an attractive stubble.

"That makes you look very handsome." Ryan tells you as the last bits of beard hit the towel.

"Now, for the mane." you say.

"Oh, can I?" Ryan asks.

"Sure." you reply, handing the scissors to him.

"Let's see... how does my man want his hair to look?"

"Like anything but how it is right now." you tell him, thinking that maybe a crew-cut, long in the back would be good enough.

"Alright. I see it in my head now. Uh-huh. Oh, yeah, you're gonna like this!" Ryan says as he starts trimming away all that long, dark brown hair of yours. His actions are wild, yet precise. He moves quickly, almost recklessly, but with grace, moving the cutting implement to just the right position before making the cut. Just the way he wields them scares you stiff as a board, not daring to move a single hairs' width. He might not notice that little movement, and accidentally cut you.

In just a few minutes, your long hair is now short and manageable.

"You read my mind, didn't you? This is the best i've seen my hair in a looong time!" you exclaim.

"A crew cut that's long in the back, exactly as you wanted." Ryan replied, crossing his arms, smiling.

"You're so awesome, Ryan! Aren't you glad we stuck together, and toughed it out down there?" you say, hugging his bare furred chest.

"Yes, i am. We did go through a lot, but you helped the others and i see it through. Too bad about Valdov, though. And HellHound. But, if it wasn't for him, we wouldn't even been able to come back." Ryan reponds, his huge muscled arms wrapping around you as he hugs you back. Even though he showered with you, you still notice a funky musk lingering on him, but it's not like before. Searching the deepest reaches of your recovering memory, you come across a matching scent, bringing about a memory of cleaning your old weedwhacker after running it hard through the tall grasses around where your home would be, spraying it with an industrial-grade degreaser, it's scent saturating your nose, of hot exhaust and burnt oil mixing with the chemicals, creating a pleasing sort of smell. You could breathe it in all day, were it not for the fact that it would cause some pretty irreparable damage to your lungs.

That's the scent, all right, you think. The smell of burnt carbon, two-stroke mix and hot degreaser, all combined in a cloud of steam. It was now his scent, his musk. You could pick him out in a crowd just by that unique scent alone.

[whap!]

"Stinkbomb!" Dan hollers, slapping Ryan on the nose as he hops into the shower. A loud, rumbling growl erupts from Ryan afterwards.

You can't help but stifle a small giggle as you see that Dan's behaviour hadn't changed a bit. He's just as he was before- the crazy Aussie-voiced goofball you remember him as when you first met him-- or maybe worse.

"Just like old times, eh, hun?" you ask Ryan.

"You go along and hang with Kraig for awhile. I gotta go 'talk' to that character." Ryan strains through clenched teeth.

"Do what you gotta do, but don't be too rough on him. You'll want him alive so we can torture him later." you reply, patting him on the shoulder.

As you step out of the bathroom, your laugh is similar to a hyena's whoops and calls, wiping the tears from your eyes from laughing so hard as you hear Dan say, "Ah, uh, please don't kill me, Mister Werewolf! I don't like bein' dead!"

"What's happening in there?" Kraig asks you, looking concerned. You tell him what Dan did, and that Ryan's shoving a bar of soap up the dingo's rectum as you speak.

Kraig sighs as he realizes that Dan's still quite the troublemaker, perhaps even moreso this time around.

[yelp!]

"Dan? Are you alright?" the fox says, going into the bathroom. You, on the other hand, walk down the hall to your right, back to the bedroom to put on some fresh(er) clothes, then towards the living room to plop onto the couch in the middle of the room. You pick up the remote on the table and turn on the T.V. to be greeted by static as you scan through all the channels.

"Okay... no TV, then." you say in an annoyed tone as you turn the set off. Setting the remote down, you notice your old Game-Boy Color, and pick that up. Finding the power switch on the side, you turn the device on, recieving nothing more than a quick flash of the power light. Cycling the power a few times, you figure that the batteries must have been in there for awhile. Oh well. You set the Game-Boy down and look under the table for something to read, coming across one that reads "PURSUIT Magazine", a furry cop beat magazine. And guess who's on the front cover. None other than your Lycanthropic mate, who appears to be arresting Dan, in prison-stripe garb and cap, while a cross-dressed Kraig looks on from the curb in shock. You quickly flip through the issue to find three centerfolds: One of the front cover, but with Ryan pinning the dingo down on the hood of his cruiser, the old Porsche nine-thirty slantnose he had mentioned. But it's not a coupe. It was a custom-built stretched variant. Scanning through the specs, you take note of the place of manufacture: WolfWerx Performance and Customs. On the next page, turning the magazine sideways, is a vertical pin-up of Ryan looking his best, standing tall, his fur groomed very nicely, his dark blue uniform pressed and wrinkle-free, his black leather boots and medals and gold badges polished to a high lustre, his ears, sticking out of his cop hat, pricked forward, a determined look on his face, a big smile as he salutes for the camera... and you turn the page to find a censored nude version of the previous pin-up, the censor being Ryan holding his hat over his privates.

"What are you looking at?" you hear Ryan say from behind the couch.

You turn to look at your mate to find him wearing the exact same uniform that he wore in the poster! Your eyes open wide as he looks exactly like in the picture. You almost faint, but you don't, yet you feel an undescribable rush come to you from being caught.

"Oh, my god..." you start, handing him the magazine. "You look exactly like this poster I found of you!"

Ryan is stunned, to say the least. "Wha-how! It's like lookin' in a mirror, ain't it?"

"Even better!" you exclaim, then in a hushed tone, you tell him, "You're making me so hard right now just by looking at you!"

"Thanks, Mikey. Y'know, this was done so many years ago, yet I can hardly remember doing this one." Ryan says, pointing at the censored nude.

[HONK! HONK!]

"Oh, that must be our ride." Kraig says, coming into the room with Dan, getting an eyeful of hunky werewolf cop.

"Let's go, I wouldn't want to keep an officer waiting, heheh." Dan says, walking towards the door.

"Whoa, Smooth Criminal, much?" Ryan responds, looking at the dingo as you take the werewolf's hand and lead him out of the house.

The sight of your car, a nineteen eighty-seven Subaru Leone, GL trim, all the mods you could remember throwing on it, rolling into the driveway, is enough to make you almost pass out as the engine is revved a few times, that iconic exhaust rumble exactly as you remember it. Or was it? It sounded more like the deep, low burble of a V-8 than the classic uneven exhaust header sound of the four cylinder boxer engine.

The car is exactly Twilight Blue, color code six-four-six, with a carbon-fiber hood, trunk lid, and eyelids. Mounted on the trunk lid is a tall double-deck aluminum wing with ice-blue neon accents. The wheels are fifteen inch four-bar rims, so called because there were one by five bars of chromed steel connecting the hub to the wheel, wrapped with low-profile drag'n'drift style tires.

Walking over to your ride, you are amazed at how pristine, how perfect, that the car looks to you. The driver, a jet-black werewolf all decked out in suit and tie, opens the door and steps out to open the hood.

Taking a look, you are blown away at the size of the engine installed. Gone was the aging EA-82 or EJ-20X series you had later swapped in, now replaced by a custom-built, custom fit eight-cylinder boxer engine, with the WolfWerx engine code FH800SCT stamped right where the EA series had theirs stamped, on top behind the power steering pump. Looking at the now-widened fenders, you do notice now that the front is longer than you remember, if only by a half-foot.

"Hey, Mike. Bane, long time, no see. You remember this beauty?" the wolf says as you shake his hand.

"Aw, yeah, now I do." you say, asking him about what they did to your engine.

"Yeah, 'bout that..." Bane says, rubbing the back of his head, "Your car just barely made the minimum horsepower requirements with the old E-J series.."

"There's a 'minimum horsepower requirement'? What does that even mean?"

"Well, it's actually a standards thing Zeke set up, just something to make the customer come back for more."

"Oh. Continue."

"While you had the EJ peakin' at six seventy-two, standards were, uh.. around eight hundred and up. I think it's just a personal goal of his to see who can make the most horsepower without blowin' up, and that's where we come in, to make sure our parts can handle all the higher numbers."

"Hmm.. Okay. So, what's my baby sending out now?" you ask, raising a brow. You watch as Bane's ear twitches a bit. Perhaps he wasn't expecting you to ask him that. Or maybe he was excited to hear that question as you and he look back towards the engine.

"Wellll... This new compact flat-eight was designed for upwards of fourteen hundred, we built it to the tune of eleven-hundred, give or take for durability and headroom, and just for safety reasons, we had to soft-limit the speed to a hundred-seventy."

"That's kinduva dumbed-down number. I woulda expected at least a match for a Veyron, not a minivan!" Dan tells Bane.

"Uh, yeah, might wanna back away a few feet? You still stink a little." Bane told the dingo off, lightly pushing him back with a finger.

"Anyways, before I was interrupted," Bane then turns back to you, "I said 'Soft' limit, you can change or remove that limit via your tuner, and by that, I mean us."

You stare at him in disbelief. All that talk, just to promote themselves? How shallow is that, you think. You then tell Bane that you'll keep it in mind as you close the hood.

[Thunk! Click!]

"Ya meetin' up at the Inne?" Bane asks.

"Uh, yeah. Where's your ride?" Ryan tells him as he, Kraig and Dan gets in the car with you.

"Catchin' a ride with you guys, okay?" Bane replies, getting in the back.

"Whoa, Bane, this is not my car, man. What the hell?" you exclaim, looking around the interior of the vehicle.

"We.. kinda got a little carried away with the design. Er, here's hopin' you'd like it?" Bane replies sheepishly.

"Well, I suppose it's okay for now.." you tell Bane, before your eyes come across the center air vent; It's been stuffed full of toggle switches! What the everlovin' fuck did they do to your car that would necessitate all those switches?

"Er-uh, don't worry, the car will still drive like it did before. Those just control the thrusters."

"Thrusters? You put rockets on this thing??" you shout at him.

"I think you just got yourself in trouble, Bane. We'll talk later." Ryan tells the other werewolf before turning his attention to you. "Just be careful?"

"No worries, I got this." you say with a confident grin.

Fourteen hundred horses breathing fire under the hood, all waiting on your command. You look around once more, grabbing hold of the shifter.

"Okay, Bane, what's up with the tranny?"

"Twelve-speed continuously variable auto... with paddle shifters, if you're into that."

"Okay, cool."

"Er, can we git goin' already?" Dan asks you.

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The drive to the Inne was not a harsh one. The suspension soaked up all the bumps like a champ, while the motor hummed away, the transmission shifting so fast and smooth, you barely notice it. The only thing missing was the radio. Bane explains on the way to the Inne that they had originally built the car up this way for Lycaon's little 'rescue mission' that they never went on.

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