Dodging Dog
The magic works you and you feel your body grow and stretch. Your legs become longer, your jaws elongate and sharp teeth pops up in brand new gums. It seems as if your muscles melt and reform themselves around brand new bones, but you only feel a distant tugging and no pain, for which you are grateful.
You don’t see yourself and you are about to twist around to take a look at your body and figure out what trick Blurred played on you when you meet their gaze. You had never seen such sparkly eyes in your life and you even back up, slightly wary of his sudden enthusiast.
“Oh my,” they say slowly. “I didn’t imagine that you would be this adorable…”
And before you know it you are picked up and hugged to death. Blurred doesn’t measure their strength quite well but when you try to protest, you yelp. They loosen their hold around you and hold you at the end of their arms.
“Oh my, was that a little too rough? I am sorry, but it seems like I transformed you into a puppy instead of a fully grown dog…”
A puppy? As in, a baby dog? You gasp lightly in surprise. Someone give you a mirror. You must be absolutely adorable, no question asked. You wiggle a little bit in his hold, trying to make him understand that you want to go down and they lay you on the table. They then take a step back.
“I also got you a special power, Skippy! Check this out.” They snap their fingers, and you are suddenly standing a little further on the table, confused at how you got there. Were you pushed there? It was so fast that it almost looks like…
“Teleportation!” Cried Blurred, smiling. “Since last time you had wings didn’t go so well, I thought you would appreciate something else. You can only do on short distances for now but if you train I am sure you can go further.”
For a second, you are stunned by the new perspective. Changing shape? All right you guess. Healing magic? Awesome. But teleportation? Mind blowing. You have all kind of questions to ask him, but you can only bark, cute yelps that makes Blurred laugh.
“Oh, no need to thank me. You are the adorable one here. Now, let’s eat!” They sat and started to feed. Your ears perk up in interest and you waddle towards your own plate. Maybe being a pet isn’t that bad after all, you think as you chew on first choice meat. Maybe you could get used to this.
Written by Clayem on 08 April 2016