Alice perked up, "If the grotesques are to be called inanimate objects, am I to be
considered an inanimate object? I do not eat or breath in the world outside the mirrors,
just as they do not. But to be inanimate is to be not alive. Like a cadaver. However, I see,
hear, and I think I think that I think. An object can not do these things. So to say that I am
not alive I dare say is nonsense. So to call myself, or the grotesques inanimate I also dare
say is nonsense."
Everyone present stared at Alice.
Jensen flung his arms, "Everyone back to what you were doing, pups, Zack, stay here!"
The she-wolves and minute male wolves started and bowed, "Yes Master!" And they
scattered.
Jensen turned to see the cream Anne and plain green Beatrice standing there looking
rather unsure.
"And you?"
"Uh, that is, you see Master," Anne spoke first feeling herself trapped in a very awkward
situation, "Beatrice and I were already here when your great-grandfather walked in and-"
"Be at the female's den then-."
"Yes Master!" The two said together and were gone in a blur.
Martha by virtue of the pups location stayed as well.
Zack started at hearing that his turn would be used to transform Patrick and now that
Alice had finish her latest dismantling of semantics, "Uh, Jensen, wouldn't one of the other
males be better? After all, they used most of their turns already changing the staff into the
pack I'm told, and to round things out it might better."
"I said we're using your turn, end of discussion." Jensen replied flatly.
Zackery's paws turned into fists behind his pack and he let out a low growl. His eyes
darted about for a few seconds as thoughts went through his mind. However he said, "Of
course Jensen."
With Patrick out of sight Martha finally let go of the pups tails. Bart rubbed his while Marcy
and Kevin just held their gently, Alice didn't seem to mind. Jenny swung hers back and
forth a couple of times.
"Why'd you stop us?" Bart asked right at Martha.
Her heads bowed and said, "Forgive me Master Bart, but Master Patrick -is- a member of
the family, and he was being dealt with already, and I did not wish to see you or him hurt."
"He hurt father!" Bart retorted, and all the pups nodded at once.
Kaylee interjected, "And so did Marcy and Kevin before they came to their right minds, so
there."
The black and red pubs bowed their heads, "... yes mother." "Yes mama." "Yes Alpha
Female."
Kaylee asked, "So are you sure we can't make him into a busty she wolf Master?"
"Yes."
"But I wanna."
"Submissive!"
"More females to please your desires."
"You can do so for any other 'extras' talents or workhands the pack finds it needs in the
long run, but we'll be going with the mundane wolf."
"With improvement to make it a curious sight?" Alice asked of course.
Jensen sighed and looked at the glass wolf child, and finally nodded, "-Some-
improvements, I won't have great-grandpa looking like a thing from Dr Seuss."
"Of course not father, it would be Lewis Carol."
Everyone should have seen that one coming.
Kaylee's clink or alt-copies were stood behind her in a flanking position staying silent for
the moment. Hope and Isabelle on her sides and Grace behind her having quite easily filled
into the role of being Kaylee's shadow (NOT in the sense like the ground workers who
were now Bart and Jenny's empty shadow puppets).
"I feel like sitting." Kaylee said and the three she wolves behind instantly got into a pose
that enabled the three of them to more or less function as a importune chair for their
Alpha Female. Kaylee sat down, and enjoyed the feeling of power over the girls who had
treated her like dirt when she had been Kyle.
Jensen nor Zackery gave them the slightly bit of attention in the least. Jenny however saw
what her mother did and said, "I feel like sitting." And Martha sighed but instantly knelt
using her extra arms and two tails for balance and Jenny sat down in her lap on the spot.
Kaylee saw what her daughter did, smiled and approved, surprised at herself when she
actually felt a mother's pride.
Alice also thought of sitting down, but didn't know if Martha's legs would hold Alice's
weight on top of her own and Jenny's.
Jensen said, "Marcy, Kevin, Alice, work out what you want for your great-great-
grandfather, remember he has to have some years taken off and live long enough opposed
to a mundane wolf to be your guard for the next generation."
"THANK YOU PAPA!" Marcy and Kevin were surprised and excited at this, figuring this
meant their father really did forgive them for the day before last! Alice of course just took
the chance with silence enjoyment.
Martha secretly greatly approved of this idea, since it would mean that she could rely on
Patrick to look after the cubs when they were resting, however Martha did not wish to
speak out of turn.
Kaylee relaxed in her living throne, thinking how this was the second time one of their
victims had injured her mate. 'I wish he'd stop getting so close...'
++++++++
"So what's your story?" Patrick asked once his arms and legs were all tied down to a large
chair with a hole in the back.
"Oh." Started Fran.
Darla continued, "We were just a couple of cops who got a call about two animals being
too loud, and met Alpha Female at the door."
"She used her turn to make us into the two earliest members of the pack besides herself
and Master."
"... and nobody's questioning you for being furry?"
Darla said, "We quit our jobs before our transformation started."
"It was part of the Dare."
"My sister's only regret is some of the things she had to say to Julie."
"Sister's parents don't live in town you see and considered Daryl his own man."
"Who?" Patrick asked.
"Myself before I was changed." Darla said, "I and my sister started out as males, but we
couldn't be happier now to be in a form that master enjoys."
"I am not sure how Julie would care for me now, but I hope to add her and my daughters
to the pack soon."
"And you're... just OKAY with all of this?" Patrick asked.
"Of course we are." Darla laughed.
"It was part of our Transform for us to be!" Fran giggled.
"Then you're brainwashed and you KNOW you're brainwashed?" Patrick said confused and
alarmed.
The twins mirrored each other and tilted their heads like in a mirror, "I suppose you could
call it that." They said as one.
"BUt we can also see a lot of good this can all be." Darla said, "We see that if everyone was
a wolf, selflessly working towards the greater good of Master and the pack, just imagine
how little violence and crime there would be! As cops we can appreciate that..."
"And all zombie slaves to my great-granddaughter?!"
Fran giggled, "You left out 'zombie slaves to your spoiled, uneducated grandson!' "
"Master has vision." Darla said, "But little else, save of course for down there."
The twins sighed at the thought of their two nights together with Master.
Fran gesturing with one hand and the other on her hip, the pose mirrored by Darla of
course, "We love Master more than anything, and are loyal to him to the end. But love of
course means to understand and to love one for their warts and all, or it is not in of itself
love."
"Sister, I am the poet remember?"
"Oh right." The twins giggled.
Darla spoke, "All Master desires are for his earthly needs to be pleased and for his pack to
say how great he is." She then ran off her fingers, "He's not out to execute those who cross
him, not ordering us to fight to the death for his amusement, we all willing give ourselves
to him so he is not forcing himself upon us, and expects us mostly to just carry on as
normal and to not fight among ourselves."
"As naked wolf women who will have sex with her on command."
"Yes." The twin said together calmly, "As naked wolf women who will have sex with him on
command."
"I think he finds the idea however as you as a she-wolf as just too alien... thus why you're
likely going to lose your thumbs." Fran said sitting down next to him guard him, Darla
doing the opposite on his other side.
"Sorry about that."
"BUT- you're also going to become the guardian of the next generation work along side
our pack's Omega Martha... consider it an honor."
Patrick shivered, at least he'd be alongside his granddaughter, or whatever his great-
granddaughter had apparently turned her into...
+++++++
Kevin said, "Da time has come for us to decide the precise details of Great-Great-
Grandpa's transformation into a wolfie... and dere's only one way to decide that! Are we
ready?"
"Yes!" Alice and Marcy said together.
"Okay! Then let's get started!"
Kevin pressed the 'Start' button on his classic controller and the game's voice said, "Ready!
Set! Go!" And the three way battle began.
++++++++
"So was that war as horrid as people say?" Fran asked casually.
Patrick sighed and said, "No more and no less horrid than any other war and for the record
I never killed a civilian or noncombatant in my life. But it's interesting how the more
people die in a conflict, the more people care -less- about it while it's happening, only
once the history books come around does anyone stop to think, 'a million deaths is a lot of
people.' "
+++++++++
"Callooh! Callay!" Said the victory.
"Two outta three!" Said one of the losers.
The victor reminded the protester, "The deal was one game with three lives each
remember?"
"Oh right..."
+++++++++++
"So how long were you stuck with that bullet in you?" Darla asked.
"Don't ask." Patrick sighed, "Dang thing never stopped hurting and kept hurting for a long
long time after it finally got taken out." So this was what he was reduced to. Having light
conversation with his two guards who were holding him before his execution.
At least the anticipation finally came to an end a hour or so later (there wasn't a clock in
the basement) when he saw a couple shapes come onto the doorless portal leading to the
basement.
"Greetings and good day Great-Great-Grandfather." Said the glass statue he had seen
before speaking in a child's voice, it mimed a curtsied. Next to it was a charcoal black wolf
creature he had seen talking to his family before.
The glass statue skipped before down the short steps in front of the charcoal wolf. "I am
Alice. It is quite nice to meet you, since I never had a Great-Great-Grandfather before, and
it is curious to have one now when you did not have one before."
Patrick couldn't believe what he asked next, "Do you ever use contractions?"
"I do not believe so Great-Great-Grandfather." The glass statue asked innocently. She then
looked at one of the twins, "Hello Mother."
"Hello dear."
Patrick asked, "I thought you family wasn't assimilated yet."
"That was me." Said the -other- twin.
Patrick groaned. What did ANY OF IT matter anyway?
"So how do we do this?"
Alice gestured at the big one, Zackery, "Mr. Zackery here will ask you Transform or Dare
like before, if you don't answer in sixty seconds you'll get both. I should tell you though
Great Great Grandfather, that the pack has figured out how to cheat, and just Dares the
person to have the asker repeat the process and take transform next time."
"... Then what's the bloody POINT of their being a choice at all-?!!"
Alice nodded and bowed, "Oh I do so agree Great Great Grandfather... it is quite unfair and
not in the least bit proper. But it is what father wants, and what father gets. And since, as I
have been told, that the game is a curse created by a coven of witched right on the spot of
their execution, they likely did not think to give it many ground rules."
Witches? Why not.
Patrick sighed, "DO I get a last request?"
"I am sorry no. I also find that rather improper and not in the least bit kind, but it is
indeed what father wants, and what father wants, father gets."
"My one regret that Jennifer and Bart didn't keep me away from Jenny so I could have at
least helped her not to turn out like she did." Patrick said simply.
"We have no complaints on how he turned out." Chorused the twins.
Zackery remained stone silent, his eyes looking almost disinterested in this task, but
Patrick could tell he was upset over something.
"Mr. Zackery, do you or do you not have the Transform memorized?" Alice asked politely.
"Yes I do." Zackery said flatly and sounding slightly agitated.
"Good and thank you, we shall proceed then." Alice then looked at Patrick, "I do hope you
find it delightful Great-Great-Grandfather, but the curse shall make sure you do one way
or another, so what I said was actually quite pointless was it not?"
"Yes..." Patrick said bitterly.
Zackery leaned down and whispered in his ear, "For the record, I didn't want to waste this
on you either...so suck it up monkey!"
Patrick merely glared back at the giant wolf monster.
Zackery sighed, with some slight hesitation said, "Transform or Dare."
Patrick just wanted it over with. "Transform."
In a bored monotone Zackery said, "You shall become a four legged wolf who will be at
his biological prime. You will be twice the size of an average North American wolf. You'll
have a pattern of a howling wolf on your fur. You will age slower than a mundane wolf and
live long enough to see our entire next generation mature. You will keep your intelligence
and ability to speak. You shall use your turn only to protect the pups or at the Alpha
Male's command."
You will love the pack and be loyal ... " Zackery sighed looking at the twins with desire in
his eyes, "To The Alpha Male of the Big Bad Wolf Pack. You ultimate purpose in life is to:
love, play with, protect, and guard Bart, Jenny, Kevin, Marcy, Alice, and all of the other
wolves cub who shall be created via the game or born to the pack. None shall remember
you save the pack and it's servicers."
Of course the fur would be the same shade of black as Jenny and Jensen's. The twins did
not cut his bonds at first remembering what happened last time.
"Can I go now?" Zackery asked bored.
"Yes." Alice said politely.
Zack left without another word.
Patrick felt it all. Years and then decades melting away. At the same time his thumbs
vanishing. His shoulders and hips rearranged themselves. The black fur came up almost
everywhere at once it felt! Then fur the color of gold replaced the black on his melting
hands and shrinking feet.
"That gold fur on your forehead makes you look distinguished." Said the twins. Telling
Patrick where else it had appeared.
His shoes and socks no longer put and Alice calmly pulled them off. Patrick resisted the
urge to kick her in the face, then felt a mental hammer blow at merely having HAD the
urge!
Finally, as he was beginning to suffer from the twisting his spine against the chair Darla
cut his bounds as Fran held him down as he got bigger and bigger now his bones
expanding and his muscle mass doubled and kept on doubling! He saw a black tail with
gold highlights forms out of his spine and waved madly behind him. He looked at Alice.
Why were they holding him down?! He had to be near her! Protect her! Be with her! Wait!
He didn't want that! Yes he did! No he didn't! Of course he did! He loved his grandchild and
great-great-grandchildren so why not love Alice?
Patrick began to struggle more under the twins' hard grip as the gold and black wolf got
harder to hold. The twins began stripping him as the clothes torn into his body. His neck
twisted and made it so looking 'up' was it's natural setting as his 'arms' and 'legs' twist
about so they all faced foreword. His hair of course was long gone.
"OOoooh, I think that picture in your fur turned out very good indeed." Said Alice curious
looking at his side as a some final botches of gold fur appeared on his belly and around
the muzzle as it grew out from his face and his teeth became sharp fangs. His hands had
become feet and quickly digigrated as did his original paws. Claws were all that remained
of his finger nails as his ears became relocated triangles and his tail grew to it's full height
as Fran ripped off his underwear. Everything but his wallet going into the furnace nearby
immediately.
And now only one thought rang through Patrick's mind, 'Why, are they, keeping me, AWAY
FROM HER?!'
Patrick let out a snarl and with herculean strength born of determination knocked Fran
and Darla -police trained and super human- off him. He then came to Alice who didn't
even flinch at the sight and leaned down his massive head licked her face. She giggled.
Alice stood on her tip toes and scratched the side of his head.
"Come on Mr. P, let's go see the others."
Patrick dutifully followed.
"'S big Sister."
"Yes Sister."
The mighty beast among beasts climbed out of the basement following his glass great-
great-grandchild.