The Stray

[§ñühwö£f]

( Ive been reading anthologies of werewolf-themed short stories and all
that stuff has gone into my headspace, fermented, and produced this)

-The Stray-

Since I was "between jobs", and had been for over a year, my savings
were almost gone. With little real prospect of finding any position
sooner than the deadline handed to me by my landlord, I stuffed my
meager possessions into a tiny storage locker and used the remainder of
my funds to rent it for as long as possible.
I did have one other option as a werewolf: pose as a homeless stray dog
and hope some kind hearted soul would take me in. It worked; Tina saw me
sitting at the beach and loaded me up into her Jeep. Soon, I was
sprawled on her couch in a tiny one bedroom house by the railroad
tracks. It had a fenced yard and a doghouse already, from her last dog,
which I found out had died.
How he died, I would know after I'd met Tim.
Later that night he called Tina.

"Hey babe, me and the guys are going bowling after work and I thought
maybe you should come."

Tina was one of those chicks who's pretty overall, but has that weird
faraway look in her eyes most of the time. I suspected she'd been abused
by her father. Naturally, she'd pick an abusive boyfriend. But she
complied with his suggestion, against her own self interest.

"Sure Timmy, come by in an hour and we can go...Oh! and you can check
out my new dog."
She looked fondly at my -pretending to snooze- face and smiled a fraction.

When Tim came over I knew for sure what he was; abusive and controlling.

"Where'd you get that big fugly freakshow!?, he sneered.

"Down by the lake, you know the picnic area. He was just sitting there
and nobody seemed to know who owned him."

"Well lets get going, I don't wanna disappoint the boys...especially
since you're always making me LATE! Oh, and could you change that shirt,
you know I hate that one."

Tina bit her lip and rushed to switch out her blouse for Tim. I stayed
on the couch and kept one slightly lidded golden eye on the bastard.
Timmy must have felt me watching him.

"Don't get any ideas about who runs this place."

They left and I shifted back. I perused the contents of the fridge and
found a package of bologna. After eating I went into Tina's room. It was
just big enough for a queen sized bed and night stand. I saw Tina's ID
badge from her work; vet tech. No wonder she "adopted" me when at least
fifty other people had pretty much ignored me.
The drama that night started when she came home with a rather drunken Tim.
Hearing Tims truck approaching, I resumed wolf form.
I could tell he'd hit her on the way home from the swollen lip she now had.
Cocking my head to the side I whined at her questioningly. My unspoken
question; "want me to beat the shit out of him for you?"

Tim, ever the bully, kicked in my general direction and snarled, "get
the hell out of here freakshow."

Apparently I had a new name. Tim was going to have another name for me
shortly. As Timmy kicked at me I caught his boot with my shoulder and
stood up swiftly. Drunk as he was, he landed on his ass.

"Now you've done it, freakshow!", he roared.

I was pretty sure what needed to be done hadnt been done just yet. I
laughed silently at him with my big toothy grin. Tina, horrified,
decided with impeccably bad timing to intervene.

"Tim, no! Not again!"

I realized that he'd likely been the cause of her previous dogs death.

"I cant afford the scrutiny from my boss or any vet bills", she pleaded.

That pretty much sealed the deal for me: Timmy was the one who had to
go. Preferably before he sent Tina to the hospital, or worse.
I scratched at the back door to be let out. Potty trained werewolf.
Whats not to like? But I spent most of the rest of the night listening
to Timmy berate Tina for the most petty infractions. When that sad sack
of crap finally walked out the front door I opened the gate and walked
after him silently. He fumbled for the keys to his truck and I slipped
un-noticed into its bed. Soon we were heading across town. When we'd
reached a particularly deserted section of town, I hopped out and
shifted to human at a stop sign. Then I got in the cab. He went nuts and
yelled for me to get out. I smiled warmly at him and said, "This is for
Tina".
My transformation was swift and dramatic. And evidently from the smell
of his newly piss-soaked truck seat, horrifying. "Dont ever see Tina
again", I growled.
His response was to jump from the cab and run off in typical -only a bad
ass to women'- style. I chased him for a few blocks and when he
collapsed in exhaustion; lifted my leg on him.
I ran back to Tina's house and just as I was entering the yard saw her
wandering around looking for her lost dog: moi. She hugged me and said,
"you can't run off on me like that!"
I wagged my tail, lolled my tounge, and knew that until she found the
*right* man for her, I'd stay. After that it would be time to move on.

-Snuhwolf

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[coyo]

On Sunday, July 1, 2012 11:15:31 AM UTC-5, §ñühwö£f wrote:
> ( Ive been reading anthologies of werewolf-themed short stories and all
> that stuff has gone into my headspace, fermented, and produced this)
>
> -The Stray-
>

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> / __/ |/ / / / / // // . . \\ \ |\ | / __ \ \ \ __\
> _\ \/ / /_/ / _ / \ / \ \| \| \ \_\ \ \__\ _\
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awesome story. i am enjoying it now.

[§ñühwö£f]

Thanks. I just finished another one...its a bit political...

-The Clinic-

After a while it dawned on me; turn your natural talents into a
business! I called my friend Gavin and asked if he wanted to be a
partner in an exciting new business venture. He seemed naturally
dubious, being that I was a bit of a chronic failure.

"Dude, I'm tellin ya, guard dog, its *perfect* for me. I was born to do
this." , I implored.

"Yo Dave, yer breakin up on me...lemme call ya back when I get
home...celly is breaking up big time".

So there it was: Gavin need time to think and cell phones provide the
perfect excuse. But he did call back two hours later.

"Ok, man, lemme get this straight; you want to play guard dog for real?"

"Exactly. You drop me off at night at a customers business and pick me
up in the morning."

"Ok, maybe this is your niche. Theres an empty office at my shop and we
can run your 'guard dog' business from that. Ok?" , Gavin said dubiously.

"Awesome. Thanks man, I really appreciate it."

Understandably Gavin was doubtful since I wasn't known for my follow
through on things, but I felt this was my chance to finally make
something of myself. In case you haven't guessed: I'm a werewolf. Gavin
has been my closest friend since middle school and the only normal to
know my situation.
Now all I needed was some customers.
After we posted an ad on Craigslist we got a few calls. Some wanted to
quibble about price but I was pretty set on price and condition. And
especially the condition that none of the customers entered the area
being guarded while "the dog" was in place. Gavin was the "handler" and
that was that. No exceptions.
I finally went with guarding a health clinic on the poor side of town.
They also did abortions and that had caused them no end of trouble from
the Fundies. Being that I lived in a "red state" the predominant
attitude was "right to life". Oddly they sure liked killin folks down at
the state penitentiary. And equally odd was the way they slashed funding
for low income mothers. I guess it was only important for the kids to be
*born*, after that it was up to Darwin to sort it out.
The clinic served as the first stop for most of the towns working poor.
Nights saw a lot of shabbily dressed people waiting to see a doctor
while holding kids they couldn't afford to leave at home. Mom's sick so
*everyone* gets to go to the clinic. Hell, even *I* had used the clinic
when I got a concussion and was too scared to let it just heal up on its
own. Which it did.
The outside of the building was like a small citadel as it had an
enclosed parking lot with seven foot high adobe walls around it. The
gates could be closed from the interior offices and it was often
necessary to do so due to the protesters.
My nights started at one AM and ended before the clinic opened at seven
in the morning. The first few weeks were pretty mundane- run around
outside and growl at whatever came to the front gate. Then the Fundies
decided to take it up a notch. Early one Saturday morning I heard some
people talking animatedly outside the wall in the back. The back gate
was keypad-controlled and the only people who knew the code were a few
delivery men, me and Gavin, and the staff. Apparently someone who knew
the gate code was outside. I heard the code being entered and soon the
gates began to open. Now I had to decide how to handle it. Scare them
off or actually rough them up? The staff knew not to enter the area when
I was loose so that took them out of the picture. Medical equipment
thieves? Drug addicts after the narcotics?
The package one carried clued me in. An explosive device. They were
going to blow up the clinic. So that meant they were Fundies. The
leader, a tall thin man with straight blond hair saw me watching them.

"Look out, theres the dog", said Blondie.

"Who brought the rib eye steak?" , said a small chunky woman.

"Got it right here. I'll toss it to him. That should keep him
occupied.", said the last member of the 'team'; a well-built college age
boy.

College boy tossed it at me and I walked over to smell it. It was clean
of any poison so I mouthed it and pretended not to watch them. Satisfied
I was no longer a threat, they walked around to the front of the
building with the bomb and placed it against the office window of the
doctor who did the abortions.
As I gnawed the steak I wondered how they could rationalize such
behavior. But religion had never been my strong suit so I just bided my
time until they had set the device and walked out the gate, closing it
behind them.
I ran to where the bomb was and noticed it was attached to the metal
window frame with strong magnets. Not a timed device but a
remote-activation one. So they were going to make *sure* they killed the
doctor when she was in her office.
I morphed my paws slightly so I could remove it from the window. Then I
jumped up to the top of the wall. They were just getting in their car. I
dropped quietly onto the side walk and snuck up to the car. Crouching
behind it I placed the bomb inside the right rear quarter panel. The
magnets did their job.
The next morning Gavin picked me up. Noticing my excitement when I
jumped up on him he asked; "whats got you all riled up?"

I just laughed silently at him and winked, still in wolf form. When we'd
gotten back to his office I changed then told him what happened. At his
suggestion, I turned on the teevee to the local news station. We waited.
We didn't have to wait long. The Fundies had parked across the street
and detonated the bomb. The blast took no other lives but theirs. My
time at the clinic after that was rather uneventful.

-Snuhwolf

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[Wanderer]

Not bad, Snuh. You clearly took your time with this one.

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wand...@gaiges.net (Wanderer) wrote in news:50206ebc$1
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> Not bad, Snuh. You clearly took your time with this one.
>

I put them up on my site under 'blog' also. unfortunately it strips out
the formatting and shoves everything together in one giant paragraph.
the rest ive posted to the flonk and ahww...

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