Disclaimer: Characters and situations are all
from my imagination.
Warnings: Sex and love between
women
Feedback: Constructive criticism and feedback,
both welcomed at geonncannon@gmail.com
Underdogs 4:
Lone Wolf
by Geonn
http://www.geonncannon.com
Copyright © 2011 Geonn Cannon
The animal was large, but not unusually so for a dog.
Technically, though, she was a wolf. Her coat was a deep chestnut
brown and just a bit shaggy. Her tail swung in a contented pattern
as she walked through the small office. She moved with surprising
care and paused now and again to lift its head to look around the
room before continuing on. She was carrying a small device in her
mouth and, when she reached the far corner of the room, she stuck
her snout between the wall and the planter to drop it. A quick jab
of her forepaws tucked the device under the molding where it
wouldn't be seen. That done, she padded back to the lobby area and
began to pace in front of the glass doors waiting to be
seen.
The security guard came by on his rounds and blinked at the
sight of her. He fumbled with the keys on his belt and then opened
the door. "Well, what the heck? How did you get in here all by
yourself?"
The wolf barked. It was a friendly bark, almost a reply to the
stout man's question. He knelt in front of her and touched her neck
in search of a collar. The wolf dropped her head to the guard's
pocket and sniffed loudly, poking him with one foot to let him know
his stash had been found. He laughed and pulled out the beef jerky.
"You caught me. You want a bite to eat 'fore I call the animal
control people?"
The wolf snatched the food from his hand, pulled away from him,
and ran past him through the open door before he knew what was
happening. "Hey... hey! Get back here." The wolf crossed the
parking lot, breathing heavily as she crossed the street without
looking. Her brain was focused entirely on the food in her mouth
and escape, both concepts overriding the survival instinct that
should have made her look both ways.
She was fortunate enough to reach the other side of the road
unharmed. As expected, the guard had given up chasing her after a
few feet, hands on his thighs as he chuckled at the sight of the
little thief. The wolf didn't stop until she was on the other side
of the impound lot, breathing heavily through her snout, each
inhale tainted with the taste of the beef jerky held between her
teeth like a bit.
The wolf looked around to make sure she was alone and then
walked behind the lot. It shared a very narrow alley with the Parks
Department, which faced the next street over. Out of sight, the
wolf sniffed around until it found the pile of clothes and then it
lay down on the ground and closed its eyes. The wolf whimpered
suddenly, its entire body jerking with what appeared to be a
seizure. The forepaws shot forward, nails extended to click against
the pavement, and then the rear legs extended as
well.
The body reformed, bones breaking to take a new shape. Ribs
expanded, hips twisted, while the feet and hands became more
articulated. Padded feet grew toes, nails flattened, and the
dewclaw extended into a fully-formed thumb. The hair receded until
only pale pink skin was visible. The only hair that remained was
thick, hanging down over Ariadne Willow's face as she tried to
catch her breath.
She lay on her stomach in the alley, naked and sweating from
what she'd just gone through. Transforming was like getting hit by
a car. A truck. A train. All three. When she finally felt capable
of moving, she pushed herself up. She had bitten through the beef
jerky while she transformed and she spit out the revolting meat
byproduct and spit to try and clear her mouth of the taste. She
didn't complain; she'd come back to this form with worse tastes in
her mouth.
She pushed the thought out of her mind and grabbed her clothes.
She dressed, gathered her hair into a ponytail, and fished her cell
phone out of the duffel bag where she'd hidden it. She dialed
Dale's number. "Hey, Dale, it's me. Package was successfully
delivered." She grunted when she stood and hoped the sound didn't
translate onto Dale's voicemail. Just in case it had, she added,
"Don't worry about me. I'm fine. Just a little exhausted from all
the running the wolf had me do tonight. I'll see you in the
morning."
Ari hung up and tucked the phone into her back pocket. She slung
the duffel over her shoulder and stepped out of the alley. She went
back to the street and saw the security guard was still lingering
in front of the city manager's office. She lifted her hand in
greeting and he turned his flashlight toward her in suspicion.
"Hey there. Have you seen my dog?"
"What's its name?"
Why do I never anticipate that question? "It's, uh,
Lassie. She's big and brown. Real friendly."
"Oh, yeah. She got into the building somehow and ran away before
I could call someone. She yours? You should put a tag on
her."
"Yeah, the tag was on her collar and it, uh, she tugged it off.
She's wily, that one."
The guard hooked a thumb over his shoulder. "Must be, if she got
into the building here. I'm still trying to figure out how she
managed that."
Try the casement window on the east side of the
building. "If I had a nickel for all the weird places I've
seen her. Which way did she go?"
He pointed the way she had come from, naturally, and Ari waved
to him in thanks. She walked away and cut through the Parks
Department parking lot to come out on the next street over. She
walked to the CVS Pharmacy and sat on the uncomfortable metal bench
in front of the automatic doors, her bag on the ground between her
feet, and waited. After twenty minutes, she called Dale again and
got her voicemail.
After forty five minutes and two more unanswered calls, Ari
slung the bag over her shoulder and started walking.
#
"You've reached Bitches Investigations. We're not in the office
right now, but please leave your name and number and we'll get back
to you as soon as we can. Thanks."
The recording was the only version of Dale's voice that Ari had
heard in almost twelve hours. She hung up and leaned back in her
seat. She could see Dale's empty desk through the open door of her
office, a constant reminder that something was wrong. Dale never
just forgot to show up for work. It didn't happen. She either
called, or left a message, or anything but the silence Ari was
getting now. And Dale would never have abandoned her after a
transformation. Ari had gone wolf, and then gone back, and Dale
wasn't there to make sure she was okay.
Something was definitely wrong.
Ari locked the office when she left, and she took the unreliable
Rambler Marlin that she used when Dale's car wasn't available. The
little red classic was notorious for leaving her by the side of the
road, but she loved it too much to get rid of it. She whispered a
prayer as she turned the key, patted the wheel when the ignition
actually turned, and she drove to Dale's apartment. As she went
upstairs, she started whispering to herself. "She's going to be
half-naked with her new girlfriend, and it's going to be an
awkward-as-hell introduction breakfast, and she's going to be
pissed that I broke into her apartment because she was quiet for a
few hours."
She knocked and waited with her hands on her hips. "Put on your
pants, Dale." She looked down the hall and tried to ignore how
quiet it sounded inside the apartment. She knocked again. "Dale,
I'm not playing around. Come on, shake a leg."
Finally, she didn't have any other choice. She swept her hand
over the top of the door frame, looked for a doormat which might
have hidden the key, and then finally dropped to one knee. She
worked quickly just in case any of Dale's neighbors were the nosy
sort, and she was inside the apartment in less than thirty seconds.
She shut the door behind her and turned to scan the living
room.
Dale's apartment was small, with a combination living room,
kitchen, and dining room. The bathroom and bedroom were along the
opposite wall with a closet between them. She couldn't ignore how
absolutely empty the apartment felt. Ari walked to the bedroom door
and knocked. "Dale? You oversleep?" She pushed the door open and
peeked inside. The bed was made. She checked the bathroom and found
the shower was bone-dry.
She dialed Dale's number again. "Dale, it's me. I'm getting
really worried now, so... come on, call me back." She did another
search of the apartment, which took next to no time, and rested her
hands on the counter between the living room and the kitchen.
"Well, damn." She drummed her fingers on the countertop and then
began undressing.
Ari folded her clothes on the couch and wrote Dale a note. "I'm
going to try and stick to the neighborhood. Come find me if you get
back before I do!" She left the note on top of her clothes and
opened the door a crack. Her escape route set up, she went into the
bedroom and crawled on top of the blankets. Trial and error had
taught her that it was best to be somewhere soft when she became
the wolf.
She wasn't looking forward to this transformation. She'd already
switched twice without the benefit of a rub-down. Going back and
forth now would mean four full transformations. Her muscles would
be aching by mid-afternoon, and she'd be dead to the world by
evening. She closed her eyes, curled into the fetal position, and
focused. The first wave of pain hit her, and she folded in on
herself.
Sometimes a transformation was slow, but other times she simply
opened her eyes from a new perspective. She was partially
color-blind as the wolf, but she had learned to adjust. She rose
onto all fours and breathed deeply. The scent of sex and sweat
filled her nostrils and she recoiled from it. She should have found
somewhere else to transform, but the scent would have been strong
wherever she went in the apartment. She usually ignored the
overwhelming mélange of odors in the world, but today she was
counting on it.
The bed smelled of Dale, with trace elements of other women. Ari
sniffed the blankets and pillows, separating out her friend and
partner's scent before she jumped off the bed. She went to the
apartment's front door, nudged it open with her nose and stepped
out. She brushed the door with her body as she moved, and it swung
almost entirely shut behind her. There was a gap between the bottom
of the door and the carpet, and Ari hooked her paw underneath it
and pulled until the door closed.
She followed Dale's trail downstairs, pausing now and then so
she could regain her bearings. The world was full of scents, and
she had never been trained as an official tracking dog. Maybe that
was something she could have Dale set up for a slow weekend.
Outside was even worse. Countless pedestrians, exhaust fumes,
restaurants with their doors open to take advantage of the cool
breezes... Dale Frye had just become a single thread in a tapestry,
and trying to follow it was going to be tough. Especially as her
hypersensitive nose was now picking up grilled meat from a
steakhouse and fried chicken from down the street. And hot dogs
with mustard and ketchup and relish and onions! She forced
herself onward, leaving the savory bouquet behind
her.
It was easier to follow Dale than it would have been a stranger
because Ari could make certain assumptions. She knew Dale probably
wouldn't have gone into the sporting goods store, so she didn't
have to pause to see if the scent continued on or turned in. The
scent leading into the grocery store parking lot was a few days
old, so she ignored that and kept moving.
Ari managed to trace out a grid pattern of Dale's last week or
so. Unfortunately, none of the usual haunts gave her any indication
of where Dale might be now. She returned to the building
and snuck into the parking garage. It was harder, nearly
impossible, to track someone in their car, but she could at least
try and pick up a scent.
Dale's car was parked in its spot.
Ari stood frozen, staring at the vehicle. If Dale was missing,
then the car should be missing. The fact it was here when Dale
wasn't was a very bad sign. She walked over and stood on her hind
legs to look through the driver's side window. Familiar scents
wafted through the glass. Her own, Dale's, a few of the girlfriends
Ari had been introduced to, and a very faint tinge of fast food.
Dale's scent hadn't left the neighborhood. Her car was in the
building. So if she wasn't somewhere nearby, then she had left in
someone else's vehicle. She dropped back to the ground and began to
pace, circling the car as she had no other ideas. She finally
curled up in front of the driver's side door with her head on her
paws. Her human side didn't have any viable options, so the
canidae in her took over.
Like every dog that had been left at home while their owners
went to work, Ari waited for someone to come back and get
her.
#
When Ari eventually slept, she had dreams of Dale. They were
memories of experiences she had as a person, filtered through the
canidae mind, so they were disjointed, odd, surreal. She
whimpered and kicked in her dreams until she shook herself awake.
She was still on the floor of the garage, still curled up by Dale's
car. She sat up on her haunches and blinked, staring up at the
parking attendant who was standing over her. He was a few feet
away, holding his hand out to indicate he wasn't a threat. "Are you
okay, miss?"
Miss? Most people called her 'girl.' She liked the difference.
She stared at him, trying to think of how she should respond. A dog
wouldn't nod, or respond to the question. She tried baring her
teeth. Everyone knew dogs couldn't smile, but they responded to the
expression the same way.
The parking attendant was holding a radio. "They're
here."
"Good. She just woke up. Send 'em on down."
They? That probably meant animal control. And without Dale to
come rescue her... Ari tried to get up onto her feet and found it
harder than she anticipated. She looked down and saw she was human,
nude and, from the attendant's point of view, possibly crazy. She
crossed one arm over her breasts, using the other to cover her
crotch. "Oh. Oh, no, I just--"
"Take it easy."
Ari remembered that she had just bared her teeth at the man
instead of responding to his question. Great. It didn't seem fair
that her waking transformations were such torture when she could,
on occasion, switch back and forth without waking up. Fortunately,
none of her rare overnight guests had complained about spending
half the night snuggling with a wolf.
A car came around the bend, but it was a squad car instead of
the animal control truck she had expected until a moment
ago.
"This is, this is all just a big
misunderstanding..."
"Miss, were you hurt? Did someone take your
clothes?"
"No, nothing like that." The car stopped and a female officer
stepped out of the driver's side. "Everything's
fine."
The officer moved closer. "Sorry, ma'am, but people don't
usually fall asleep naked in parking garages when everything's
fine. Do you have someone we can call?"
Ari looked at Dale's car. "Not at the moment..."
The parking attendant had lowered his voice. "She bared her
teeth at me when I asked if she was all right."
Ari rolled her eyes. "No, that's not... I
thought--"
"You thought what?"
I thought I was a wolf. "Nothing. I was confused. I'd
fallen asleep and I'm naked and..." She sighed. "You're going to
take me downtown, aren't you?"
The officer nodded. "I think it would be for the best."
Ari turned and ran. She ducked between two cars, bending forward
so she wouldn't be as visible, but the cop was already in hot
pursuit. Ari's feet slapped noisily on the concrete floor, and she
heard tires squealing elsewhere in the structure. Gotta get
away. Gotta find a place to transform. And to think of all the
times I've dreamed of being naked with a woman in a full police
uniform. "Wanna frisk me, Officer?" Focus,
Ariadne!
Ari crossed the aisle, nearly got hit by a sedan, and hit the
ground. She rolled and crawled underneath a van. She heard the cop
coming and kept perfectly still until the cop passed. Then she
closed her eyes and, knowing she had to be as quiet as possible,
transformed. She arched her back and hit the bottom of the van, and
she bit her bottom lip until her teeth turned into sharp, canine
teeth. Her hands compressed until they were stubby paws, her
fingernails dark and pointed now.
She slithered out from under the van, looked both ways, and then
trotted innocently toward the front of the garage. The cop stepped
out from between two cars and swung to face her, relaxing when she
saw that she was just a dog. But then she did something odd. She
stepped forward, eyes locked on Ari's, and knelt down. Her eyes
were dark brown, and they seemed to be searching for something in
her eyes.
"Canidae?" the cop said.
Ari was so surprised she barked in response.
The cop held out her hand, and Ari sniffed the palm. Her feral
brain screamed, Cat! Cat!, but her rational mind thought,
Felidae. She licked the palm and the cop smiled. "Aren't
you supposed to be barking at me?" Ari looked up at her. "Go on.
Get out of here. I'll keep the parking attendant
busy."
She looked at the cop's name badge: B. Decker. Ari made a mental
note to never be mean to cats again and hurried off. The cop
watched her go and then jogged to meet up with the parking
attendant. Ari went around the front of the building, through the
open front door, and up the stairs to Dale's apartment. She had
practiced opening doors while in her canidae form, but it
was still a trial. Her paws slipped uselessly over the handle,
about as useful as barbeque tongs used for the same task, but she
finally got the door open by leaning against it.
She kicked the door shut and sniffed the air for a sign that
Dale was back. She let out a long, pitiful whimper and hung her
head as she walked through the house for her missing friend. She
was despondent. Her wolf side was certain Dale was gone for good,
and the pessimism was hard to overcome. After making several laps
of the living room, she decided that she couldn't do anything else
as a wolf.
It would be her sixth transformation in eighteen hours. The very
thought made her joints hurt, almost made her change her mind. But
if Dale was out there, then Ariadne Willow would be of more use
than Ari-the-wolf. She went into the bathroom and lay on the floor
next to the tub. She would change, then turn on the water as hot as
she could stand it, and she would soak. It worked when she was a
teenager, before she met Dale, and she hoped it would work
now.
When her paws turned into hands, the bones cracked loud enough
that it echoed off the porcelain of the tub. Ari howled in pain,
her voice broken between human and wolf. Ari twisted on the floor,
arching her back as she waited for the torture to end. She felt
like she'd been hit in the face with a baseball bat, and whoever
did it was proceeding to go down her body and pound
her.
She was trembling when she realized she was fully human. Her
arms were like rubber when she tried to pull herself into the tub,
and she collapsed. She reached up for the faucet, a part of her
mind warning her that she would drown if the tub filled with her in
this position, but it was a moot point. Her hand dropped away as
she fell unconscious before she managed to turn on the
faucet.
#
When Ari came to, she pushed herself up and ran the hottest bath
possible. She soaked until the water turned tepid, then she drained
the tub and added some more hot water. It was probably a good thing
Dale wasn't there to berate her. They'd had the argument about
multiple transformations before, and how long it was starting to
take for Ari to recover from them.
"After you turn back, you're moving like someone three times
your age."
"But I always get better."
"For now. You're still young, you're resilient. What's going
to happen when you become a senior citizen? Are you still going to
be running around, changing back and forth, breaking your damn
skeleton all the time?"
"I'll figure something out before then."
"You may not have a choice. What if one day you wake up and
your bones just... hurt? Osteoporosis, joint pain... people get
that all the time without being subjected to the trauma you're
putting yourself through day in and day out."
"Are you saying I have to choose one form to be
full-time?"
"I'm saying there might come a day when you won't be able to
choose. One of these days, your bones just won't be able to mend
themselves again. Then where will you be?"
Ari climbed from the tub when she could move without vocalizing.
She dried off and wrapped a towel around her body before she left
the bathroom. She'd spent far too much time naked already today.
She went into the living room to retrieve her
clothes.
Dale was standing by the couch reading her note. She looked up,
frowned, and held up the note. "Why are you taking a bath in my
apartment?"
Ari was speechless. She opened and closed her mouth a few times
before she finally managed to speak, and then it was a shout.
"Where the hell were you? What happened to you? I thought you were
kidnapped or dead or--" She cut herself off and lowered her voice.
"You dropped me off last night, and you just vanished. I didn't
know where you were."
Dale put down the note and picked up Ari's neatly-folded
clothes. She handed them over and Ari, who had spent too much time
naked in Dale's presence to be modest, took off her towel to get
dressed. Dale sat on the back of the couch.
"I'm sorry I worried you. Something came up. Something
big."
Ari put on her jeans. "Is everything okay?"
"Last night after I dropped you off, I came home and waited for
you to call me to come get you. I was only here for about half an
hour before Lisa showed up."
Ari stopped in the middle of buttoning her blouse. "Lisa, dumped
you twice before she decided to sleep with her boss and hightail it
to Chicago Lisa?"
"Well, her driver's license just refers to her Lisa Davenport,
but yeah. The very same."
"Huh. What did she want?"
Dale sighed. "Ari, I'm tired. Can we do this tomorrow,
please?"
"Six times." Ari tucked her shirt into the waistband of her
jeans. "I transformed six times today looking for you. I feel like
I got hit by a steamroller. I think I deserve an
explanation."
"Don't be a bitch, Ariadne."
Ari blinked. Dale didn't sound angry, just resigned. Still, it
hurt. "Next time you go missing, don't expect me to come looking
for you." She brushed past Dale on her way out. She had the door
open when Dale's voice stopped her.
"Lisa is dying. She has cancer, and the doctors have done
everything they can. She'll have another two months, at most. She
wanted to tell me she was sorry, and that she loved me. We just
talked. She apologized for everything she'd done to me, and I
turned off my phone. I'm sorry, Ari, I didn't think
about--"
"Sh." Ari had shut the door and came up behind Dale to hug her.
Her anger was already forgotten, superseded by concern for Dale. "I
know how you feel about her even after everything she did to you.
You had to be head over the heels to keep going back to her time
and... sorry. This isn't about that. Are you okay?"
"I don't know. I was okay when I was with her, but now, I don't
know."
Ari guided Dale to the couch and they sat down together. Dale
rested her head on Ari's shoulder. "I was all ready to hate her. To
finally, finally tell her off for all the shit she put me
through. I thought it was fate that she'd come back so I would have
a chance. And then she dropped that bombshell on me." She sniffled
and took off her glasses. "I should have left a note or something.
I didn't mean to worry you."
"Don't worry about that now. Where's Lisa?"
"On a plane back to Chicago. She had a lot of stuff to do.
Arrangements to make. Apologies to make." She chuckled, but there
was no humor in it. "She said the reason she cheated on me so much
was because she loved me so much she was afraid. She didn't want to
settle down. I guess now that 'one person for the rest of her life'
only boiled down to a couple of weeks, I didn't look so
bad."
"Don't say that."
"It's true. She said if I wanted to come back to Chicago with
her, we could spend a few days together. Getting
reacquainted."
Ari phrased her question carefully. "You didn't want
that?"
"Yeah. I did. But I had to be here. You need me
here."
"I don't know whether that makes me feel loved or extremely
guilty."
Dale sat up and wiped her cheeks. "I don't have to stay with
you, Ari. I'm not a werewolf. I stay because... you and I are good
together. You need me to help keep you grounded."
"Yeah, but why do you need me?" Ari looked into Dale's eyes so
she'd know it wasn't a joke. "Seriously, because I'm drawing a
blank. I spent my entire day looking for you, and I was so afraid
I'd never see you again. It made me wonder if there might be a day
when I look up and you're gone. Married, or just moved on. It
scared me."
"I want to take care of you." She smiled. "I was working as a
waitress, and a bookstore clerk, and a gas station attendant. Then
I met you, and now I go on stakeouts and bail my boss out of jail
at two in the morning. I have a Glock, and I've been to the
shooting range to learn how to use it. You make my life a lot more
interesting."
Ari smiled and leaned in. She kissed Dale's cheek and let her
lips linger. Dale turned her head just a bit, their mouths brushing
together before Ari completed the kiss. It was just a step up from
the friendly kisses they had shared in the past, moved up a step by
Ari's tongue gently parting Dale's lips before pulling back. Dale
put her hand on Ari's shoulder, her fingers curling in the material
before she kissed Ari's upper lip and leaned back.
"Dale..."
"Emotions are running high today."
"Yeah." Ari leaned back and ran her thumb across her top lip. It
was wet with Dale's saliva. "I was gonna say. We shouldn't, ah, do
anything we might regret in the morning."
Dale nodded. "Thank you, though. It was really nice. I've been
wanting to do that all day, so it was nice to satisfy the urge with
someone who won't take advantage of me."
Ari smiled. "Never." She kissed Dale again, this time staying on
the cheek. "I haven't had anything to eat all day."
"God, me neither. We ordered at the diner, but I just picked at
the fries while the woman I loved told me why and how many times
she had fucked around on me. We should go somewhere with hard
liquor."
Ari grinned and stood up, offering her hand to help Dale up. "A
woman after my own heart. How about Sancho's?"
"Sounds excellent." They walked to the door together. "Did you
get the bug planted in the city manager's office?"
"Yeah. I haven't listened to anything yet, though. I had a more
important case come up."
Dale smiled. "Well, our dinner can be a combined celebration. A
case closed dinner, and an 'I'm happy you're in my life'
dinner."
Ari stopped at the door. "I'd be lost without you, Dale. You
know, that, right?"
Dale nodded. "Yeah, I know. Come on. I'm half-starved, and
you're probably running on fumes after six transformations." She
opened the apartment door and led Ari out. "Seriously, though. Six?
What were you thinking about?"
"I was thinking that a little discomfort was a small price to
pay for finding my best friend." She slipped an arm around Dale's
waist and started downstairs. "Oh. We might have to take my car to
dinner."
"Why?"
"The cops may be looking at yours. I don't know if they're still
trying to find the naked woman who was sleeping next to it this
afternoon."
Dale laughed and bumped her hip against Ari's. "And you wonder
what I get out of our relationship. Come on, detective. We can walk
to Sancho's."
They stepped out into the cool breeze and turned to the north,
Ari's arm perhaps a little tighter than necessary on Dale's
hip.