From: albrecht@kd.qd.se (Albrecht)
Subject: Fur: Override (M/M - Werewolf/Werewolf)
Date: Sat, 25 Jan 1997 14:55:53 GMT
Organization: Q.D. Karlstad AB

Override   (c)1991 The Werewolf!

Chapter 1 - Another Fine Mess...

    The moment I awoke, I knew something had gone terribly wrong. My
head ached as if I'd gone five rounds with the guards in Secure
Technical and then had a fine dinner of nitric acid and glass.
Everything seemed to be out of place and it seemed as if there were
more of me than there should be. I opened my eyes for a moment then
winced them shut. The light was blinding.

    I shifted and realised that I was in bed, under thin, glossy
sheets. Something was particularly wrong with my nose... it went on
far too long. The hair on my arms conspired to drive me crazy with
itching and every time I moved something tugged at my belly. And what
was that thing crawling under the sheets... did someone put a cat in
the bed with me?

    Lying there, I tried to think back and figure out what had
happened. I had been in the sleep room wired into the system. My
"horse" was a new contact in a fairly distant STC in the middle of a
dead series of continua. As a "rider" my job was to fall asleep, let
the computer link my mind to the mind of a selected entity in the
target STC and then dream. my dreams would be recorded and then
analysed to determine something about the culture and people in the
STC before launching a sideshuttle to make a visit in person.

    "Ok," I thought, "all fine and good. So, why am I here, and where
is here?" I shifted and felt a lump at the base of my spine. "What the
hell?" I thought, "What happened to me? If those bastards in Tech
screwed up and..."

    Gritting my teeth, I covered my eyes with my hand and slowly
opened them. My eyes adjusted to the light. The room was clean and
rather spartan. The light streaming in from the window was a peculiar
shade of blue - almost a turquoise or a cyan. The colours in the room
looked all right though. Where was I?

    Sitting up, I heard the sounds of someone puttering in the next
room - clinking sound and running water. It seemed much louder than it
should have been. I pulled myself up to a better sitting position and
grimaced at the double sensation of itchy hair and the feeling that
somehow I had managed to sit on a broomhandle. I rested my arm on my
lap and got the first shock... My arm was covered in a dense, glossy,
black fur.

    At the arm's end, a hand - clearly not my own - with short fingers
ending in sharp-looking, black claws. The fur covered the back of "my"
hand and crawled around to the pad which was much like a normal hand,
but a bit more leathery. "Christ! Christ... Jesus Christ...." The
name spun around in my brain like a mantra in the hopes that somehow
I'd suddenly awake and be back in the recliner in Data Collection.

    I felt my grip starting to slip when a feminine voice called from
the other room. A part of me knew that I didn't understand the
language, yet I did. It seemed as if someone was doing a voice over
dubbing - I could hear both versions of the voice. "Hey... sleepy...
when are you getting up?" called the voice.

    "Uhm... soon... uh, hold on." I said. The same thing with my
voice. Clearly not mine, I could hear what I intended to say in
English and knew that what my mouth did and said was not that. I hoped
it made sense to the female. "Ok," she called back, "but don't dawdle
too long... you have to meet" - I heard a weird collection of sounds
and my brain seized for a second then came up with "Stan at the
university in two hours." 

    "Hours?" I thought to myself. "I wonder how long one of their
'hours' is?" I looked down at "my" arms and my chest. A thicker white
fur covering my chest blended into a dark grey at my sides. Lifting
the sheet away, I looked further down my body and saw a thick, furred
mound starting just below where my navel would be and snake down to my
groin. The entire thing was covered in fur just thicker than that
covering my arms and was a snowy white continuation of my chest and
belly fur.

    That same white fur formed two patches on the inside of my legs
which were otherwise covered in the same dark grey of my side. Between
my legs was a heavy tail which twitched against my legs... that was
what I was sitting on.

    I reached out and touched the mound. It was soft and spongy... yet
there was something hard within it. As I pressed, I felt a shock of
pleasure and a small, clear drop of liquid oozed from the black
skinned opening which stared back at me. I touched the liquid and
pulled my finger to my nose. A long glistening strand of liquid pulled
from the tip, stretched out then fell to my belly fur.

    Just then, the female stepped into the room, brushing the fur on
her chest and arms. Her fur was coloured much as mine. Looking at her,
I saw what looked much like a large wolf - crossed with a human. She
was muscular, yet soft and rounded. She had no breasts to speak of,
and her genitals were hidden in a furry mound. She walked on legs
which seemed human enough, but with a peculiar bounding gait and moved
to the side of the bed.

    "Get up you lazy thing..." she said and gently struck me with the
brush. I stood up and then fell back into the bed. I may have looked
human enough, but the center of gravity was all wrong and I lost
balance. Trying again, I managed to get up and stay up.

    She put a clawed hand on my back. "Are you all right?" she asked.

    "I.. I think so. Just a  touch of dizziness." She looked at me in
a way which my host's brain translated as "oddly". I hoped that I
didn't screw this up too much.

    I entered the room from which she had just emerged. It was a
bathroom with a shower and a sink unit. The toilet looked very odd,
almost like a saddle. Any hope that I might avoid having to figure
this out flew out the window. Whatever these creatures had for
internal plumbing, they still had a bladder and this one was telling
me that it wanted to be empty.

    Closing the door, I approached the john and tried to figure out
how to do this. A full length mirror in the wall across from the
toilet showed me my host's body. I was pretty muscular myself and my
genital mound was surprisingly large and firmly attached to my belly
by an elastic swatch of skin. I thought for a moment about dogs and
fire-hydrants as the pressure in my groin grew more insistent.

    Then it struck me, my host must have been doing this for years. I
tried to relax and let reflex take over. Something drew me to the
toilet and I flashed a feeling of mounting it. I swung my leg over the
saddle and realised that the flared front - the saddle's horn - was
placed exactly in the right place to accept my mound. I leaned forward
and pressed the mound into the opening and felt a wet slickness and
then a flow of liquid as I relieved my bladder.

    Pulling back, I could see my shaft. It was pinkish-red and mottled
with blood vessels. Instead of the mushroom-like cap, there was a
pointed tip with a too-large opening. I climbed off the toilet and
found a foot press on the floor which flushed the unit. I stood up and
saw my host's penis still out of my sheath, the reddish skin a sharp
contrast to the white fur. I cupped "my" balls in my hand - they felt
much like my own, just furrier.

    I now realised that my tail was swishing about behind me. I turned
to get a look from behind and saw that the grey side fur darkened into
black over most of my back. She walked in at that moment and said
"Don't fall in love with yourself... you're not that hot." and then
swatted my rear. This was not going to be easy...

    My roommate (?) told me that she wanted what sounded like a jumble
of singing and clicking which my host's mind identified as "bacon and
eggs". Yeah right... chickens and pigs... I'll just bet that's what
I'll find. It was only then that I realised that I was taking orders
from her. I'd put up with that for now.... obviously I thought it was
normal or else we'd both be fighting it.

    I started to pad out of the room when said "don't you think you
should get dressed first? What is the matter with you this morning?" I
looked around and saw a pile of cloth hanging on a hook which seemed
familiar. Pulling it open, I decided it was a long robe-like vest and
pulled it over my shoulders. It was actually more like a poncho with a
hole for my head, but the fumbling about as I tried to pull it over my
head must have seemed comical to my lady "friend". She started making
a deep, rumbling sound in her chest which was translated into
laughter.

    She walked to me and gave me a long lick on my muzzle. I felt a
powerful tingling in my sheath and my balls pulled up. Obviously the
fellow was really hot for her. Her nose started quivering and she said
"not now... we don't have time to get tied up for the morning...
tonight. Now get down there and make breakfast" and gave my rear
another swat.

    I was getting real tired of her patronising manner.

Chapter 2 - Out of the Frying Pan...

    Considering that this was a completely different world with a
dominant species very different than my own, I was surprised how much
alike we were. The kitchen was pretty much as any kitchen would be.
The furnishings seemed primitive, but a few minutes of rummaging about
and I knew that this was not exactly true.

    Looking through the cupboards I discovered that many of them were
temperature controlled. This explained the lack of something like a
refrigerator. In one, I found a pack of eggs, a deep indigo in colour
and almost perfectly round. I presumed they were eggs because they
were hard and leathery. Next to the eggs were strips of a fatty meat
which had a rancid smell. My host's mouth started watering, so I
presumed that he'd like them. What the hell.

    The cupboards under the counter contained some pots and pans and I
drew one out. Now, all I had to do was find the stove. I was leaning
on a section of the counter covered in a sheet of dark glass when I
felt the palm of my hand grow warm. Ok, I'd found the stove. Placing
the pan on the glass, I laid the strips of meat on the pan and watched
as it sizzled. The pan gained heat very quickly... too quickly for
normal heating.

    The meat started to blacken and crisp emitting a horrid stench. I
grabbed the handle and yelped as the heat soaked into my hand. Christ,
I thought, this isn't going to work. A panel in the wall seemed to
empty into a chute so I scraped the burnt food into the hatch and
explored the range. There were a set of small strips placed in the
surface and a touch changed the range temperature. Why didn't they put
any indicators on this thing? These people didn't seem to be very
safety conscious.

    This time I placed the pan on the glass and slowly slid my finger
along the first strip until the pan started to warm. Several pieces of
meat later and I managed to get this working. The grease left behind
from the meat worked well to cook the contents of the eggs which were
filled with a uniform rust coloured fluid. It did cook into something
like scrambled eggs so it must have been right.

    My host's lady friend entered the room just as I was dishing
things up and setting the plates on the table. The only cutlery was a
long skewer and a very sharp, thin bladed knife. I could see how to
eat the "bacon", but the eggs? She solved that one for me by going to
a cupboard and bringing out a bag of thin pancake-like breads with a
nutty scent.

    I watched as she sliced the food then put it onto a pancake,
folded it up and began to eat. I followed suit and we finished the
meal in silence. I got the distinct impression that she felt that
something was wrong but that she wasn't going to pry. Thank heaven for
small mercies.

    After finishing, she waited as I cleaned up, but I couldn't find
anything like a sink. her eyes were on me as I moved about trying to
figure out what to do and then suddenly she rose up and took the
plates from my hand and put them, dirty, into a cupboard off to the
side and pressed a small wood grain patch on the door. A second later
she opened the door and removed two clean plates. "What is the matter
with you this morning?" she asked and ran her hand over my head. "Did
you bang yourself up?"

    She touched my nose and had me breathe into her face. "You smell
all right, and no fever." She looked at a decoration on the wall, told
me that I should get going then handed me a sheet of hard plastic and
glass. An expression which got translated as a concerned smile but
looked more like a wolf baring its teeth crossed her face and she
patted my behind again and told me to get going. I headed for the
front door but she grabbed my shoulder and pointed to a door which
looked like a closet.

    I opened it and walked down a flight of stairs into what looked
like a small train station. A pad on the wall looked familiar so I
touched it. A gentle chime sounded and about three minutes later a
small car pulled up with no driver. I got in and looked around for
keys or a even a steering wheel. Nothing.

    Just then, a voice came from nowhere asking for a destination. I
mumbled "university" and suddenly we were off. The car travelled
mostly underground only going above ground to cross over a river.
There were other cars on the line and soon I arrived at another
station. This one had writing on the wall which was angular and
pointed. It reminded me of written Hebrew.

    A voice came from nowhere and asked for a precise location in the
University and I tried to suggest "the usual place", but the system
wasn't buying it. I tried for a restaurant or something and finally it
agreed to a library. The vehicle stopped and I got out, clutching the
slate-like object I had been given.

    The university did seem much like any I'd seen - people (or
whatever) walking around, some in animated conversation, others just
heading to someplace or another with determined expressions. The
grounds were clean and well planted with trees. In the center there
was a larger building made of a glassy material but with many open
courtyards. The architecture was as if someone who had no idea of
public safety has tried to design a building for maximal hazard. The
courtyards all were overhanging the grounds and none of them had any
walls or railings.

    The building itself was shaped like a large plant with a spiral
walkway winding its way around the "stalk" and each courtyard a "leaf"
following the time honoured Fibbonacci sequence around the central
pillar. As I approached, I could see that the central stalk was
actually an elevator system as well as being the central support. The
overhangs were not obviously supported by anything other than the thin
stems which attached them to the stalk - it was as if a plant had
grown to impossible size and someone had built a building within it.

    Looking around, I noticed several people sitting and staring into
slates much like the one I carried. Moving around to get a better
view, I could see images and designs appear then disappear over the
surface of the slate. The person would speak to it - touch it and it
would react to these commands. I spotted a shady and isolated area of
the commons and sat down.

    Now that I was starting to relax, I noticed that even with this
large tail, I didn't have trouble sitting. The appendage tucked itself
under me and moved as I did to keep itself out of trouble. Reflexes
were a very handy thing to have when you didn't know the body.

    Running my fingers (claws... hmmm) over the surface of the slate,
I noticed a small roughened spot which seemed much used... the area
around it was smoother than the rest of the material. I fingered it
and was
rewarded to a scene of some neutral image - a logo of some sort with
more of that Hebrew-like writing. A voice whispered in my ear asking
what service I required?

    I asked if it had a list of my appointments for today and a screen
of text appeared. I couldn't read any of it. This was fast becoming
tedious. Was the original inhabitant of this body a total moron?
Surely he must have been able to read. I asked the slate to read me
the first appointment and to show me a map from where I was to where I
had to be. The voice agreed and the image changed. I could see the
large plant-building on the map and a smaller, more normal building to
my right. I followed the map as best I could and asked the slate to
tell me more about myself.

    That request seemed to puzzle the slate for a minute or so. I
interrupted its musings and asked it to tell me my name and where I
was. It replied with a collection of sounds which got translated into
"Alan" - my own name. That made sense. I was then informed that I was
in the central commons of the University... the slate said it with a
capital letter as if there were only one university in the universe.
"Fine," I said... "where is the university?" "In City," it replied.
"And the City?" I continued, my exasperation growing by the second.
"On the West Continent on Earth." it finished.

    Earth? I asked for a map of Earth and that's what came up... it
was Earth all right. Most of the lines we'd found in this area weren't
much like our own - most either never formed planets or had them
destroyed early in development. It seemed too much a coincidence for
so isolated a line to have managed that close a parallel.

    Based on the computer's map, I was right where I should be - in
the middle of Saskatchewan near where Saskatoon would be. The site was
selected because of the very low population and near perfect geology -
flat and hard - no earthquakes. I was beginning to have more than a
small nervousness about this... too many coincidences made me nervous.

    I recalled the guide to my first appointment and asked the slate
to review the meeting for me verbally as I made my way to the place
shown on the map. According to my crystalline guide, I was supposed to
meet my superiour there for a debriefing on the previous night's
contacts if any and to work out some new tests for contact detection.
Oh ho.... this sounded very familiar.

    I asked the slate just what it was that "I" did. Apparently, I was
a research scientist involved in something fairly secret. The slate
didn't have much in the way of details of the work other than the fact
that it involved some sort of new telecommunications technology and it
required my sleeping over at the University many nights a week. Even
more familiar.

    It seemed that this little out of the way universe had an Earth
something like my own and here I was - trapped in the body of a
scientist-werewolf... Lon Chaney, eat your heart out.

    My destination loomed up, a smallish office built more like a
building I was used to, only at a rather odd angle, or several odd
angles... Looking at it too long made the fur on the back of my neck
start to rise. That must have been more me than my host. I entered the
building and with a bit of help from my plastic pal, I found the
office I was to report to and entered.

    "Alan... I hope you're feeling better." The voice was older but
warm with friendship and belonged to a male who was a bit larger than
I. His fur was greyer than mine and there were flecks of grey
throughout the blacker fur of the top of his head and muzzle. "Uhm,
yes... I'm feeling better. Just a little dazed." I replied. He walked
over and licked my muzzle and slid his paw under my robe to stroke my
sheath and balls. The sensation was pleasurable but the forwardness
was startling and I tensed up.

    He must have sensed this and withdrew his paw, looking concerned.

Chapter 3 - When in Rome...

    I wasn't sure how to carry on. Was this sort of greeting normal in
this culture or was there some special relationship between the old
professor and my host? Siding with discretion, I waited for some clue
from the older sentient. He seemed mildly rebuffed and somewhat sad,
in a sort of comical way - like a puppy who'd had his snout smacked
with a paper. Suddenly, I felt very sad for him.

    I moved to him and took him up in a hug, apologising. He
brightened up and said that he was a silly old man. "No, no..." I said
gently and licked his muzzle. Impossibly, I was becoming aroused. This
would never do.

    "That's better..." he said, sniffing the air. "I was afraid your
mate was taking up all your time and energy..." Ah, they did have a
special relationship. His paw moved under my robe and he began a
gentle, persistent stroking. I had to admit that it really did feel
nice and he was so excited and happy to be doing this... I couldn't
resist. He put his arms around me and moved between my thighs pressing
me to his desk. I could feel his sheath press against me.

    He slipped my robe back over my shoulders, letting it drop to the
desk. A quick tug on the belt and it fell away. I was naked. In turn,
I pulled his robe off him and yanked his belt allowing his clothing to
drop to the floor. It was as if I were in some strange dream as my
heart raced and my hands acted almost of their own accord.

    He was muscular and surprisingly strong. His sheath lay alongside
mine and his shaft, a lighter pink to my darker red, was out and
glistening wet. He pressed his black, rubbery lips to mine and
continued slowly rubbing his sheath against me. The sensation was
incredible and I felt my penis grow in thickness and become firmer.
His breathing was heavy and tense as he moved against me and I felt
his arms tighten around my chest.       He slid down, raking my chest
with his sharp claws, until his muzzle was next to my sheath and the
swollen member which protruded from it. A quick look up with those
amber eyes and his long tongue snaked out of the wolfen mouth and
wrapped itself around my shaft and slid over the slippery-wet skin.
Pleasure shot through my thighs and made me gasp. This old wolf was
very, very good at this.


    My shaft felt tight and squeezed - my wolfish lover quickly
grasped my shaft and pulled at the sheath, stretching the skin around
a large swelling which had grown towards the base of my penis. There
was a sudden popping sensation and the swollen ball was freed. He
immediately began licking the knot. It was obvious that these
wolf-like people had a lot more in common with the canids back home
than I thought.

    He gripped my shaft at the base and waves of hot pleasure swung
through my nerves. The shaft  ballooned and started squirting a thin
stream of liquid with each pulse of my heart. My lover lapped and
drank this spray, licking at the thickened head and nibbling on the
point. I rubbed his long, pointed ears and stroked his head and shaggy
mane of fur as he administered to my arousal. My tail had found its
own way and was slowly stroking his mound, tickling his balls.

    "Could I go first," he asked. I nodded and he turned me slightly
and lifted my right leg. I felt his paw rub at my balls, then my
crotch and finally the base of my tail. He draped my leg over his hip
and slid under it. There was a warm, wet sensation and I felt his
penis touch my nether-opening and burrow its way in. An expression of
determined happiness crossed his face as more of his shaft slid into
me. This was too much to accept... being mounted by a large, sentient,
male wolf in a university office and the wolf was the professor!

    He began a steady thrusting, each stroke ending with his knot
pressing against my opening. He rubbed my back and gently pulled my
tail as he did this. My own shaft was almost painfully erect and small
pools of the sticky spray I was jetting formed on my belly fur and ran
down my thigh.

    A knock on the door broke my concentration and in walked what I
felt was a very attractive, but familiar female wolf-being. She looked
at us - the professor didn't even stop or change his pace. "Hello
Alan," she said in a perfectly nothing-unexpected-is-happening sort of
voice and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. "Glad to see you and Sam
having a little fun. You two have been so busy lately. Professor..."
she paused. "Yes Jillian?" he said between puffs as his energetic
thrusts pushed the air from his lungs. "You have an appointment in an
hour and there is a call. I'll ask them to call back, ok?" she said.
"Thanks Jillian, we should be finished by then."

    She slid her paw under the professor's tail and gently squeezed
it. "Have fun you two," she said and left the room, closing the door
behind her. What kind of people were these wolves?

    Sam slowed his thrusting for a moment and whispered in my ear. "I
have to lock... are you ready?" he asked. I was afraid of this.
Numbly, I nodded and he gripped me harder and started pressing the
thick knot hard against my anus, slowly twisting and rocking his hips
from side to side. The tight ring of muscles in my rear stretched open
and then slipped around the fat ball of swollen tissue sending waves
of shock and pain through me. I gritted my teeth as he slid home and
pressed his groin against my crotch.

    I felt him swell within me, filling me with his massive lupine
member. My eyes were clenched shut as Sam started a fast, almost
desperate pounding of his hips. His shaft had no where to go, tightly
held within me, but the flesh was pulled and pushed in his frantic
thrusting. He turned me onto my belly, his shaft slipping and twisting
in me as he did this, and turned my tail aside as he moved into a more
natural mounting position. His paws slid under me and stroked my shaft
and balls. A warmth flowed and the pain of his entry faded.

    Laying on his desk, I was looking across his office and saw a
small mirror on a desk against the far wall. I could see us reflected
in it and it was a sight which was to my schizoid mind both horrific
and comforting. It was as if two werewolves were mating, one atop the
other. The lower one had his ears flattened against his head, his
teeth bared, long, white and sharp - digging glossy black claws into
the wooden surface of the desk he was pinned to by the other wolf
above him. That wolf was working one arm beneath the lower wolf while
holding the heavy, bushy tail of his paramour tightly against his hip
with the elbow of the other arm. His face was a picture of ecstasy,
his long pink tongue hanging over the side of his black-lipped mouth,
dripping saliva as he humped away into his lover - into me. The older
wolf's eyes were tightly closed and his ears erect.

    Suddenly, the older wolf began rubbing his head against my back
and gently biting my shoulder as he made little groaning and
whimpering sounds. Without warning, he grabbed my waist and thrust
hard into my rear letting out a raspy howl of pleasure as he climaxed
Once, twice he gripped me hard and slammed into my crotch as he
orgasmed again and then again, then fell onto my back exhausted.

    I let him rest and gather his strength. As he lay upon me, I felt
his shaft stiffen then relax a couple times more, then begin to shrink
a little until it was finally small enough to be slipped out of my
rear without pain. Taking up a small towel, he dismounted and placed
the cloth beneath my tail as he withdrew to catch the volumous
ejaculate he had pressed into me.

    It was only now that my own painful arousal insisted its way into
my mind. My canine penis was thickly erect and throbbing. Sam
carefully cleared his desk and lay back on it. "Alan, please, mount
me. You need it as badly as I did." he said. Without thought, I
quickly lifted Sam's legs around my hips and guided my shaft to his
anus. I pulled him into my groin and slid into him. "Oh yesss.... "
Sam groaned, "yessss.... It's been too long my love."

    Every inch of my shaft was slick and sensitive. I placed my paws
to either side of his hips and looked down at him. His face was almost
child-like in its excitement. With his legs splayed out and around me,
he looked like a very large dog laying on its back and I was screwing
that dog. My shaft slid in and out of the puckered opening at the
underside of his tail and with each thrust in, I felt my own heavy
knot press against him. My belly stroked his white furred balls and
sheath making his breathing deep and sharp. I could see the powerful
muscles of his chest and belly working away and I began rubbing
his chest.

    He reached up and reciprocated my touches, caressing my chest and
belly. My chest was heavily furred in white and gray fur as was his
and no nipples marred the smooth glossy coat. He drew himself up and
wrapped himself around my chest and neck, licking and nibbling at my
muzzle. By doing this, he pressed his genitals harder against my
straining belly. The pleasure seemed to make him a little crazy and he
started biting at my shoulder, but not so hard as to cause real pain.

    He pulled me down onto him and took my muzzle into his mouth, his
tongue insistently pressing against my lips. A heel dipped under my
tail and began a gentle rubbing against my anus. I was being
stimulated from head to toe by my lupine lover and I felt fever heat
flowing over me as I responded to his expert attentions.

    I was losing control and started a dangerous growling as my
thrusts became frenzied slams. I bit at his cheek and lips as I
grabbed him tightly to me and tried to shove my knot into him. I
plastered his muzzle with excited licks then worked into his mouth to
coil it around and over his broad, flat tongue.

    He responded in kind to my desperate movements by wrapping his
legs tightly around my hips and began squeezing me, pressing me deeper
into him. The knot ground into his rear and I felt it burrowing into
my groin as we both strained to get it in. His eyes were wide and
round, the whites just visible around the dilated amber irises and his
mouth open wide exposing an impressive array of pearl-white daggers of
varying length and form. His tongue writhed as his anus widened to
take me in and a gasping howl broke from him as I slotted into place.

    A moment later, I too howled as the sphincter in his anus clenched
around the base of my shaft like a fist. The throbbing became painful
as my penis swelled within him, filling him and sending crashing waves
of fire washing through me. I felt a powerful blow to my groin and
belly as a powerful orgasm gripped me and sent a long, thick jet of
semen into my lover. Again and again, it was as if someone were
beating me, punching me in the guts as orgasm after orgasm ripped
through me.

    I collapsed exhausted and aching onto the older wolf, still
tightly held within his anus. A warm glow suffused my form - it was
almost a religious experience - being touched by God. I had never been
so aroused, so crazed by a sexual act and never with someone of my own
gender. He was licking my face tenderly and scratching me behind my
ears. I didn't want this to end, but he started to relax and my penis
shrank. I took the cloth he'd used on me and carefully applied it to
his anus as I slipped out to catch my emissions as he had done for me.

    We cleaned up and sat for a moment or two quietly hugging and
licking each other. Jillian entered and reminded Sam of his
appointment and I said that I too, had to leave but that I wanted to
see him again as soon as I could.

Chapter 4 - Lighting the Candle...

    Jillian gave me a little lick as I left and told me that it was
good to see the professor and me together. It seems that it had been a
while since the last time we'd enjoyed our company and that the
professor had been missing me. She handed me my slate and I pulled my
robe back on.

    I asked her if she typically found the sight of two men engaged in
that sort of thing so normal and her reply of "That sort of thing? You
mean sex - what's unusual about that? You two are always... or I
should say were always at it like rabbits. I think it's what keeps the
professor so young." Now she was giving me that "what's wrong with
you... everyone knows this" sort of look and I quickly made my way
out.

    She stopped at the door and asked, "Look, the professor's a great
guy and he really likes you. You will be back more often, won't you?"
I promised her that I'd be back and to my surprise, I meant it.

    Wearily, I asked the slate for my next appointment and a map to
get me there. It was fairly close on the campus and I arrived with
minutes to spare. The slate had no information as to whom it was I was
supposed to meet, and the building wasn't exactly small. I asked the
slate if it had a summary of the building or records of my previous
visits but my host seemed to have been all over the place and had past
records of visits in several of the offices.

    Running out of time and ideas, I tired something desperate.
Questioning the slate, I found out that this device acted as a
telephone by routing digital recordings of sound through the network
and then back to sound at the receiver's end. Also, there was a log of
calls outgoing and incoming. I asked the slate to try and figure out
if I'd made any calls to any people here. The slate went dead for
almost a minute and returned and explained that calls weren't tracked
by position, but by owner - but that it had managed to get ahold of
the current positions of the receivers of all previous calls
within the past month and of them, four were within the building.

    I was amazed at both the intelligence and the initiative of this
machine. When I had more time I was going to have to find out more
about what made this thing tick. I asked for a map to the four people
and luckily three of them were in the same place. A quick walk and I
was at the door to what seemed to be a laboratory of some sort.
Through the glass plate of the door I could see the three the
wolf-people, two males and a female, standing around what looked
exactly like an EZ-Boy recliner surrounded with a ton of truly bizarre
looking apparatus.

    A knock brought the attention of the group and they waved me in.
The door was unlocked and I stepped into the room and over to the
group. "Knocking, Alan? This is your office too." said the female.
Damn.  Well, now I knew where I worked - whatever it was "I" did. I
was praying it wasn't lab animal...

    "Let's move to a meeting room and start the debriefing," said the
older of the two males. I followed them out of the room and down the
corridor to a rather pleasant meeting room with chairs clearly
intended for comfort and for the anatomy of these beings. The central
table was lower than I would have expected and at the front of the
room was a large grey-glass wall-hanging. If that was art, then at
least there was one thing we were ahead of them in.

    Alas, it wasn't art. The older male, clearly the leader of this
little pack, barked out a command and the screen brightened into the
neutral network-logo I had seen on my own slate. I lifted my slate and
whispered if it could record all this and it whispered back that all
the data was already available on-line.

    Sitting back in the chair, I watched as the large slate began
recounting the previous night's events. I watched as "I" entered the
room and removed my robe then climbed into the easy chair. I had a
momentary fear that I would be watching some form of pornography, but
instead the other three wolves came into the view and started applying
a small headpiece to my head which seemed to sit over my skull and
then around my temple and under my long jaw.

    Along the bottom of the screen were all sorts of symbols and
squiggles in their language and occasionally a chart or graph would
overlay the image then quickly either fade away or reduce in size and
march to a lesser position along the sides of the image. It was clear
that I was falling asleep or being put into some form of sleep state.
This was beginning to look frighteningly familiar.

    A voice came from the slate and narrated the events and confirmed
my suspicions about the experiment. "I" was being put into a special
form of REM sleep. That was the first step of Riding. Still, it was
possible that this was simply some form of sleep experimentation or
some crackpot psychic experiment, so I sit still.

    As the video played, a set of symbols in the lower right seemed to
go in cycles - my guess was that it was a clock of some sort and
suddenly, it started running a lot faster. The leader-wolf stated that
nothing significant happened from this point until the "event" about
an hour later. The display slowed back to real time and a new chart
which seemed to indicate EEG popped on the screen to join the others
which I now realised were respiration, temperature and possibly EKG.

    A minute went by and then all three charts went nuts. The EEG
chart, which had been showing the nice steady waves of pre-REM sleep
and then an explosion of nearly random waves all over the chart. The
form on the recliner suddenly began convulsing and thrashing about.
The respiration chart was almost flat and the EKG sped up to clearly a
dangerous level. One of the group and two other wolves rushed into the
room and quickly started shutting down the experiment but before they
had finished, "I" had one more, large convulsion and then collapsed
into the chair. The graphs rapidly returned to their original state,
and if it hadn't been recorded, there would be no way to tell
anything had happened - my host hadn't even awakened.

    The finished removing the equipment and then I was lifted onto a
stretcher and removed. The playback ended there.

    "That was two nights ago. You were taken to the hospital where you
were kept overnight and except for some dizziness and confusion, you
seemed all right." said the female wolf. "How do you feel today?"

    "Dizzy and confused," I replied with a grin. "Mostly
disorientation and I'm having trouble remembering things, but it comes
and goes." There. That should help cover things up as long as I'm not
expected to read anything. "I'd like to take some time and go over the
notes for the experiment."

    The other male and the female looked at each other and for a
second I was afraid that I'd committed another, possibly fatal faux
pas, but they seemed to shrug it off and the three agreed. We decided
to meet again in four hours and then we left. I started back to the
lab when the female grabbed me by the shoulder and spun be around the
other way. "Your office is that way," she said. "Uh, right," I said.

    As soon as I was more alone, I asked the slate for directions to
my office. It was interesting that with all the questioning about this
place, the slate never thought to tell me that I worked here. Arriving
at my office, I entered to find a rather spartan room with a larger
slate on one wall and what seemed like smoked glass on another.

    I closed the door behind me and propped the slate up preparing to
ask it some pointed questions. Before I could activate it, the wall
screen lit up with the net-logo and the same voice as my slate asked
if I needed anything.

    "Are you the same as my slate?" I asked. "Of course," it replied.
"Hey, why didn't you tell me I worked in that building?" You guessed
it... "You never requested that information." You didn't ask. Sheesh.
At least some things don't change across alternate earths.

    "Ok, my silicon friend, you and I are going to do some research."

Chapter 5 - Of Wolves and Men

    The technology behind the computer system of which the slate was a
part was simply incredible. I also started to realise that in many
important ways, the wolves' culture was both very much the same as the
one I had left behind and just as much, very different.

    There had never been a Rome or a Greece in the same sense I knew
them - it had been more as if the Greeks had been interested in real
world experimentation as well as pure theory. Rather than being
conquered, they swept out around what would have been 500BC our time
and, in effect, conquered by virtue of simply being able to fix all
the problems of each culture they met. Sort of like a world-wide cargo
cult.

    With each passing generation, the other wolfen cultures became
assimilated into the central culture and then added to the storehouse
of intellect which, rather than spending all of its time conquering
each other, turned outwards. Their entire belief system was based on
carrying order like seeds. In some ways this was horrifying -
fanatical order freaks trying to make the whole universe a nice, safe
and enlightened place to live - in others though, they had no war to
speak of, no crime other than that committed by lunatics, and no
wasted potential.

    Other interesting differences started popping up. Originally, this
was a matriarchy and while technically, there was equality of the
sexes, there was an almost compulsive need by males to defer to
females, especially when the females went into heat. Another
difference there.

    A side effect of that was that sex and reproduction were far more
separated than for humans. Since sex could only create offspring once
a year for these beings, and since that was generally at the same time
each year, in early winter for a fairly short time, the species
defocused its attention from sex and also seemed not to develop the
same hangups about it we did. It was common for friends of any gender
combination to express friendship sexually. That explained the
professor.

    As well as a strong science and technology bent, their culture
also strongly encouraged art in almost any form. Plays in parks, open
air education, movies and animation, music of all forms were viewed
and practiced by a huge proportion of the population.

    Although they were clearly carnivores, they did not kill animals
for their food. Much like the Ancient Greeks they seemed to resemble,
they also believed in what would have been called "Anima" back home -
a soul or life-force which all animals had. Their knowledge in
genetics had made a fusion of animal and plant and it was through
these meat growing plants which all of their protein was grown.

    Another critical difference - the original culture was a
matriarchy and it was the female half which ruled the planet until
only several hundred years ago when males were given their freedom.
Given the sexual behaviour, this made some sense... the women
controlled the males through their estrus - I'd be willing to bet that
the females on this planet generated that scent whenever aroused.

    I sat back in my chair as the wall-slate reeled off statistics and
history. This was an amazing place - nothing like it had been found in
any of the cross-time excursions to date. Most of the other Earth's
were either almost exactly like home, with small variations in
history, completely uninhabited or not even there. Nowhere had we
found so alien a culture and non-primate sentients... It was as if
this Earth had been inhabited by aliens.

    The screen had moved on to art and literature and was in the
middle of some shockingly explicit erotica. I found myself becoming
aroused and decided to take the opportunity to explore this body a
little more closely.

    I opened the robe, a common form of attire here, and let it slide
off of my shoulders. I sat naked in the chair and leaned back. My hand
touched my chest and slowly dug into the thick fur. Scratching and
stroking... it was a luxurious sensation, I moved my hand down my
chest to my belly and that mysterious sheath.

    Remebering my hurried exploration earlier that morning, I gently
made a fist around the heavy mass and squeezed sending jolts of
pleasure through my lupine body. The sheath was thick but yielding,
crushing under my grip. A drop of clear fluid pressed though the
opening nestled in the white fur around the head of the sheath . I
dipped a black-nailed claw to the liquid and drew it away trailing a
thin filament. I brought it to my  muzzle and could smell the pungent
scent - sweet and delectable.

    My flat, broad tongue snaked out and wrapped itself around my
claw, drinking in the scent and taste of this miraculous fluid... that
this body could create it was beyond ken. It was like pure nectar.

    Being so much the wolf, a thought flickered through my mind...
something so improbable, so dog-like... I slowly moved my muzzle down,
arching my back and raising my hips... to my surprise, my lips easily
moved over my sheath as I opened my mouth. My tongue began digging
into the opening desperate for the warm liquid. My fist pumped at the
sheath, squeezing, as drop after drop of the wondrous liquor pressed
out onto my tongue, now slipping into my sheath and around my shaft.

    A part of my mind was reeling... I was giving myself oral sex...
It was easily the most incredible sensation of my life. The sheath
slid back exposing the dark red shaft entwined in my tongue which
seemed to have a life and mind of its own. Each touch sent shivers
down my spine.

    I must have been quite the sight - a large male humanoid wolf in a
recliner chair with his legs spread wide apart, his muzzle pressed to
groin - his tongue working over his penis, but the pleasure was insane
- how could any animal endure such numbing ecstasy.

    A hand lurched between my legs and began scratching and stroking
the heavy scrotum coated in dense, velvet fur. I could feel the eggs
within the creamy white sac. The other hand released the wet shaft and
began exploring at the base of my tail.

    I was startled by a sudden spraying of warm, liquid in my mouth...
I hadn't orgasmed... the flow was steady and light. I could feel a
tensing in my groin in time to the gentle spurts which tasted much
like the wonderful pre-come, only lighter. I drew my knees up and
hooked them around the arms of the chair - I felt a need to get into a
crouched position. My hips began thrusting of their own volition
driving my shaft into my muzzle which I closed around the swelling
shaft.

    I returned my hand to my shaft and gripped it behind the now
thickly swollen knot and squeezed tightly. There was a flare of heat
through my body and it felt as if my body had been punched. My groin
clenched and a jet of hot, sticky fluid gushed into my mouth... there
was so much of it I couldn't keep it all in as it flooded over my
sharp teeth and black lips and ran down my long jaw to drip onto my
belly fur.

    Again and once again, the grinding seizure exploded from my groin,
releasing more of the musky liquid and then my body released me. I
threw my head back and slumped in the chair, the fluid running down my
throat and matting my belly fur and  mane. Every inch of my body
seemed suffused with a warm glow. I just laid there and basked in this
wonderful sensation.

    The slate had stopped its display. I looked through the drawers of
the desk to find something I could use to clean myself up and found a
small cloth towel wrapped in a silk ribbon. I opened the ribbon and
used the towel to clean up my fur and my genitals.

    I felt a warm, happy exhaustion and lay back in the chair just
trying to imagine how lucky I could have been to drop into this
universe. A couple more of these surprises and I might not even try to
get home.

     ***

    The female wolf in the lab team, whose name would be
unpronounceable to a human but who could have been called Ruth, was
busy going over the recordings from Alan's mishap trying to figure out
what had happened. Her review of the circuitry was confirmed by her
slate as being completely safe.

    Suddenly, the slate interrupted her musing. "I have important
information for you," it said.

    "Yes?" she replied to the slate.

    "The person you know as 'Alan' no longer matches my records," the
slate stated in an even tone. "There have been a number of changes in
behaviour and in his brain-wave functions."

    Ruth suspected something like this. "Was this change caused by the
accident?"

    "There is no evidence to substantiate such a conclusion. However,
the timing of the changes would indicate some correlation."

    Ruth pondered this information. "Inform the other members of the
team and continue monitoring 'Alan'. See if you can discover what
changes have occurred. Hopefully, the damage isn't too great and we
can cure this."

    ***

    I was still lolling in the glow when my reverie was broken by the
slate asking a question: "Excuse me, is there any part of the display
you would like repeated?"

    I was going to ask to see the erotic art again, but thought better
of it. This body had a mind its own and that clearly wasn't mine. I
asked the slate to review the current project which had caused all
this. A presentation was run which confirmed most of my suspicions.

Chapter 6 - All the Worlds a Stage...

    They had stumbled across the same basic ideas we had. Some people
seemed to be better attuned to the multiple universes and could drop
into a form of synchronisation. The multiple universes lay "in the
same space" so to speak, but separated by distance in one of the
rolled up dimensions which made up the 11-dimensional multiverse.

    These people tended to have amazingly consistent dreams of these
other places and the uniform feature that they seemed to live out a
life which was nothing like their own within the dream. At first, it
was believed to be a particularly well formed psychosis, but as more
of these people, as rare as they were, started showing up, one pair
shook the foundations of science.

    They were having parallel dreams from two entirely different, but
internally consistent points of view - as if they were two unrelated
people experiencing similar things in the same city. The two subjects
lived in different cities in different parts of the world - there was
no apparent relationship between them and when introduced, they
clearly had never met and did not recognise each other.

    Moreover, the two people they were in their dreams did not know
each other within or without of the dream, yet their accounts of
events within the dream world were far too consistent to be
coincidence. Finally, the two subjects were asked to recount events in
the newspapers of that world and it turned out that their dream-selves
happened to live in the same city and read the same paper. They
recounted almost verbatim, the same headlines and events.

    It was clear that something outside normal science was going on
here.

    Several years later, the first quantum mechanical models for this
effect, based on the Copenhagen interpretation of state collapse were
put forward. These new models posited that each universe has a base
energy level which was reflected in a sort of base-line vibration.
Some people, it seemed, could achieve a state where their brain
filtered out the base-line difference - especially during sleep. If
someone in whichever universe the subtracted vibration happen to match
was physically near the simple 4-space co-ordinates in the unfolded
part of space-time and happened to also have this ability, there would
be a sort of synchronisation and the two would share each other's
experiences.

    It was later realised that many schizophrenics actually were
suffering from this problem, as were almost all autistic people. Once
this had been identified, a simple treatment which suppressed this
wave function resolving ability immediately cured these people and led
to the beginning of the "Rider Corp", joking called the "5th
Sleepwalker's Cavalry."
 
    Equipment was devised to control the harmonic base-line removal
and thus select which universe was being sampled. Many attempts to
create machines to do the same work or to view directly into these
alternate universes, as the media had inaccurately nicknamed them, had
failed. There was something about organic neural networks which was
necessary for this and it was in 2051 when the link between the
quantum states of carbon and the resonance reduction effect was
identified.

    Building synthetic neural networks out of carbon based materials
seemed somewhat pointless when living neural nets already existed -
the autistic people who had lived most of their lives in these
alternate universes. They had so much affinitry for these alternate
worlds that their on;y "cure" was to caryy a device which perpetually
jumbled their resonance states to keep them in this universe.

    Later, it was found that almost everyone experienced this effect
to some degree, only that for most, the experiences were very short
lived and tended to get blended into the normal dreaming activity.

    The same devices which helped focus schizophrenics and autistics
could be used with "normal" people and allow them to focus into
specific universes. 

    The scientific community began researching this in great detail
and set up a facility to house and sensitives. After much work, the
wave equations which described the effect and applied to a mechanism
which allowed finer tuning and accurate repetition of visits.

    According to the current model, there was an infinite continuum of
universes, but the nature of the 11-space forced specific frequencies
as if there were quanticised energy states. Each state contained a
specific universe which was most like those which lay at exact
multiples of the frequency of the first universe.

    While making the calculation of precise destinations difficult, it
also created a bit of a mystery - what caused these resonant universes
to be the same while the virtually infinite universes between the
resonant set ended up so different.

    Worse, in some resonant sets, like the one this Earth belonged to,
none of the universes had Suns which formed planets - no Earths. So
why was this one here?

    That's what I was researching when all this happened. The tuning
on this world was so critical that getting a fix on it was nearly
impossible - last night was the first time we'd managed to hit it
right on the button... two nights ago, I suppose...

To be continued...


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