Ah ~

Ya-yamete kudasai, hand of some random individual- senpai.

Please, I beg you, do not judge me voices in my head, but, the hand of a blond boy has managed to successfully stop the unbeatable Dewey.

Ah ~

¡YAMETE KUDASAI!

My tummyyyy~ ... My tummy is being caressed today by the expert fingers and nothing less than divine of some random demi-God who decided to go down to the mortal plane to satisfy his desires of the flesh.

consequently, something inside me, which I thought was very tightly sealed, like the Kyubi, has awakened and is slowly taking control of my actions.

"... I wish I could belong somewhere"

I-I can make that possible senpai-sama!

we can do the 50 shades of Dewey anytime you want ... Just-Ah ~, p-please, d-don't stop rubbing my tummy.

Oh my gosh, I think the boy who is rubbing my tummy is depressed.

Uh-oh

My demons ... My WEIRD demons are waking up again!

"Bba ba bba brrp", Cry into my mouth senpai, or better yet, let me lick your face while you keep caressing me like this.

"Dewey, where are you? We have to go home now, the Boom night is about to start"

My God, Da Vinci is calling for me, and I don't know why suddenly the idea that any of our brothers and sisters finds me in this vulnerable and defenseless position begins to excite me even more and consequently causes my tail to shake much faster than I thought it waspossible.

Oh no, I am reaching a new level of weirdness. ¡Im gonna evolve!

Jesus, I knew dogs enjoyed having their bellies scratched, but - but I never imagined it would feel this good.

¡Bipolarity No Jutsu!

Huh, I suddenly feel like ... very dirty ...When I was human, I gave this same type of belly scratching treatment to numerous stray dogs that I always encountered on my summer vacation.

Now it makes a lot more sense why there were always long lines to take turns in front of me when I ... Did that kind of thing in the alleys.

Now I just need to find out if I had a Sugar Dady dog in those days or not, that would at least explain why always at the end of those long and confusing days an adult German Shepherd with a pair of great sunglasses came and left me an offering some kind in the form of dog food or squeaky toys. That was - by extremely and without a doubt - the much weirdest and most confusing year of my life as a human, which also happened to pass during my first summer vacation.

I forget to mention it was painful too, I got my first rabies shot in those days.

but now that I remember it again, it is more painful ..., much- much more painful ..., deep down in my heart I thought very seriously that those stray dogs, who had sheltered me from the cold of the night by climbing on they had been my first friends ..., but now I realize ... that I never had friends, that they were just using me to give them belly rubs.

Damn sick dogs ... in those days I was just a kid and they - they ... They used me to give them pleasure.

I will find them.

No matter what ... I'm going to get revenge on all of them.

I remember very well their races, faces and coat patterns ... Now the hunt begins.

Oh no, stop your car Dewey, all of them are already pretty, well ... dead.

Oh yeah, now I just have to be better than all of them I guess.

I quickly shook the hands of the boy on my tummy and went back to standing on all fours.

I am going to be better than them, I am not going to use this human kid in the same way that those sick dogs used me when I was just a child and I was looking for friends who would not leave me alone.

"... Ba" I'm sorry Random Kid, I exclaimed towards the blond boy with an apologetic nod.

Then I ran in the direction of where Da Vinci kept calling my name.

"Oh, Dewey there you are," she exclaimed when we met, "where were you? I couldn't find you anywhere"

"Ba brrp," I exclaimed, gesturing with my head to where the blond boy, who had scratched my belly, had already completely forgotten about my existence and was now completely focused only on the screen of his phone (Aka, Second Brain).

"What were you doing with that human Dewey?" She asked me with a raised eyebrow.

I shrugged my shoulders, I didn't know exactly how to answer her, it all started with that mysterious blond boy who was taking many photos of me and my other brothers, then I started doing poses and then I was rewarded for doing so many great and inspiring poses with a scratch on my pansita ... which then escalated into a repressed dark memory of my previous life as a human.

With that done, we both returned to the center of the park, where Dolan was running from left to right, evading multiple humans, very alarmed looking for and counting our many brothers and sisters, very scared that night would come and the fireworks will begin to sound that London's civilian population would throw into the sky on this specific day.

"¡Hurry up!", Dolan stopped and yelled into the middle of the park, his canine expression denoting nothing less than fear and concern for all of us in our doggy state, "We've only got ten minutes to get home safe before- "

"¡Boom Night!", Dolly bark.

I soon rolled my eyes, all of our brothers and sisters, except for Da Vinci and I who saw everything from afar, sought to match Dolan's level of great panic, making it almost impossible for any of them to stay still for more than two seconds.

"Bow whacka wow ~"

At least Dolly was doing her job of calming us down well, I supposed, by looking and acting like this was just any other ordinary day of the week, but deep down, I knew better than anyone, she was just as scared as Dolan ... I could smell her fear.

Furthermore, Papa and Mama Dog tried hard to demonize this day, and convince us that today was very scary, mainly because humans liked to play irresponsibly with fire today.

which makes more and more sense the more and more I see the titanic pile of sticks laid out in the shape of a pyramid near the center of the park ... just waiting to be set on fire.

I envy you humans.

If I was still human, more than likely I'd be the one to set that thing on fire, dance in my limited-edition spongebob panties for special occasions, and probably yell something hilarious like, '¡Blood for the blood god! ! ¡Fire for the god of fire! ¡Burn all the unclean!

'buuut seeing as I am currently a dog, a domestic animal that is practically naked all the time, and that currently cannot communicate efficiently with others of the same species, all I can scream, or barck is: '¡Ba ba va bba bbr ba brrp baba ba! '

probably only Dorothy would understand me, and that's a no no for me.

I do not need (nor do I want) Dorothy to ask me why witches were burned in Salem Massachuset in 1961, and why I firmly believe that we should begin to do the same in a totally systematic way with radical feminists of the third wave and green scarf .

That would be too much socio-political talk for me to share, even with you, silent and very shy voices in my head.

"¡Quit it Dolly!" I heard Dolan call for Dolly, who was still skating on her Skateboard without looking at all concerned about the explosive night, "¡Wegotta take this more seriou-!"

soon the three canine divas, who were our sisters who I theorized shared the same brain, rushed to Dolan and tried to squeeze his vital essence like the banshees that they really were.

"We are to young!", The number one banshee claimed her head and exclaimed.

"And beautiful!" Banshee number two went for the torso and exclaimed.

"" "¡To die!" "", And Deja Vu went and hugged her two sisters who had already claimed more than half of Dolan's body.

It remains to say that Dolan could not support the weight of the two banshees and Deja Vu, "ohmf", causing him to fall on his nose and be sprayed with a small stream of water that was expelled from the ground.

"¡Bow whacka wow!"

Dolly exclaimed her catchphrase again as she rode her skateboard past Dolan.

I still tried to figure out what it means: 'Bow whacka wow'.

"Wow bika wou ...?", I tilted my head and whispered, savoring how the strange bark came out with very little fluidity from my snout.

hmm, nope, I still don't see the appeal of saying it almost all the time like Dolly does.

Maybe I should try to find a catchphrase of my own, like-

"Y-you said something Dewey," I heard Da Vinci exclaim in shock even next to me, interrupting my thought process.

I turned to see her, I forgot that she was still sitting next to me.

"Wow bika wou ...?"

."¡You did!" Da Vinci's eyes sparkled with joy and then he turned to Dylan and Dolly were arguing with a fox (I think it was called Fetus or something), "¡Guys! ¡Dewey said his first word! "

"Ba ...?", I rolled my eyes in Da Vinci's direction, I'm pretty sure Bow whacka wow is not a word, big sister.

Then I returned my attention in front of me and what I saw ... I was disturbed.

You could say that it was instantaneous, so instantaneous that it disturbed me little, all our brothers and sisters, a fox, a squirrel, and a rat, stopped in what they were doing and turned to see me ... Expectant and with their ears aloft.

"" Uh-oh "", I heard Dolan and Dolly exclaim at the same time as they shared a worried look.

"Come on Dewey, show them," Da Vinci whispered in my direction.

" ... ", I did not answer.

I swallowed hard and stood completely still and in total silence while being watched by many eyes at the same time.

Eyes ... Eyes that soon took the shape of multiple people and familiar faces from my former life as a human staring at me with horrible scowls, armed with brooms, rollers, colorful banners of feminist, vegans, Black lives matter, and lastly, a fusion between Jared Fogle, Dolan Trump and Hillary Clinton in a single and very amorphous being with six arms and three heads emerged from my darkest nightmares, ready to pursue me as far as necessary, with promises of intense pain if they managed to capture me ... or worse.

Soon my instincts for flight and survival went into overdrive, and I took off in the direction of the nearest shelter.

The only place where I would always feel safe no matter if I was a dog or a human ... Next to my family.

Translation: I hide under Da Vinci.

"Humm-hum", Protect me sister, I'm not ready to go back to that life yet, not yet, it's too soon.

"Humm-hum", I'm not ready ... I'm not brave enough to leave this life and move on to the next.

I don't even know or want to find out if there is another.

I'm fine here.

I do not want to leave. I do not want to leave. I do not want to leave. I do not want to leave. I do not want to leave. I do not want to leave. I do not want to leave. Die hu--

Suddenly my eyes widened and I was a little startled when I felt like they were taking me by the collar.

"I-I'm so sorry Dewey," I heard Da Vinci whisper as I rode on her back, "you don't have to say anything if you don't want to, let's go home with the others."

...

..

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... Y-yes, I suddenly feel like I want to go home, very good idea Da Vinci.

(To be continue)


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