Rob, though his mind was in a stoned mess, was by now fuming. How would he get even with himself? He thought back to his conversation with Jared (whom he confusedly thought of as "myself") and remembered what he'd "learned."
"Wait a minute...If I'm a weredog I'll just change myself into a weredog--that way I'll stop me from humping Judy!" He ran back into the woods, and found Jared's sock.
"Weredog!" he commanded to the medallion, which he had so far held only held by the ribbon. Nothing happened.
Confused, he wandered through the woods. Suddenly he had a bright idea, and trekked toward a near-by farm that had undergone wildstock problems. The reintroduction of wolves into national parks had occasionally led to wildstock killings by straying members of the species. Rob had remembered that this farmer had shot an old wolf in the act of mauling a sheep, and had hung the carcass by his fence.
Jared stoped directly in front of the wolf's corpse.
Holding the medallion by the ribbon, Rob brushed half of it on the hairs of his arm, and then brushed the other half on the wolf's pelt. Still clutching the medalion by its ribbon, he swung it until it hit him full-face on his forehead. Satisfied, he slipped the medallion around his neck and waited.
He began walking back toward the woods. "That'll show 'em!" he thought triumphantly. He felt a bizarre pain in his stomach.
"Man, I don't feel so good." Little did he know that the medallion's divided surface meant that he wouldn't take on the total form of either of the two creatures the medallion had come in contact with.
He felt an intense prickling, and watched clusters of hair spring up on his arms and hands, which lengthened. A sharp, nauesating pain bent him double, as he heard the various pops and snapping sounds made by his shifing bones and joints. His insides briefly turned into jelly as his organs re-shaped. Now he felt on fire, and tore his shirt in two, throwing the discarded halves down. His chest heaved as his stomach sunk inward and fur shot out of his back. Rob's treasure trail began blooming with extra-thick hair.
His now stubby fingers pulled away at his shoes and socks. Wiggling his toes he felt his feet push outward. Tufts of fur sprouted on his curling toes. "Uhhh" he moaned, as his body went into spasms. Throbbing with heat and pain, his shaking body convulsed further; arms and legs partially rotated their orientation to the ground; his spine arched and a slight hump grew near his neck; a growth on his bottom began spooling out into a tail.
The stoner was now in a panic. He wasn't becoming an ordinary dog.
"Whut's happening to me!" he roared, his mouth pushing outward while his forehead sloped back--as though his head was being flattened out. Hair was crawling over every part of his body in a crazed parody of puberty. A wealth of sensations flared through Rob's head, whose sensory organs were rapidly mutating. A shockwave of arousal zoomed through him as he tore off his jeans and ripped away the boxers to reveal a pulsing, reddening penis. It grew in girth until a fresh surrounding layer of skin welded itself to his hairy belly. Drool leaked from his mouth as he finally began enjoyd this sensory overload. He now felt concsious of two urges.
Rob put his hands on the ground and tried to stand upright. He ended up in a caveman crouch, hunched over but coiled and energetic. His shortened legs supported his tiptoed feet and dark clawed toes. Swirls of brown hair carpeted his muscled, wiry body. His blue eyes were now green, while his nose and chin had streched out into a partial muzzle--the only part of his face with little facial hair on it. Rob was no longer stoned but he also no longer had a human cosnciousness. He hurtled back into the woods, occasionally dropping to all fours when the terrian got too rough. An instinct told him to return to the spot where he'd seen two humans copulating. Rob had become neither fully human or fully wolf--he was a werewolf.