Bad Boy

I don't know what I am.

I shake, to get the mad off me.

When I've been a good boy, I have two legs and drink coffee. I drive to a tall place made of glass, and nod seriously in a smart suit. The females wear paint, smell strongly like chemicals, touch my elbow, grimace wide and red. I eat dinner at the table. I'm allowed in the bed. She lets me mount her.

When I've been a bad boy, I have four legs. I eat dinner on the floor, sleep in the kitchen. We go for walks. I put my head out of the car window and laugh into the wind.

I went for a run in the park. There was a female I wanted to mount, so I chased her and did it, right there. People looked away, or laughed or scowled. My mistress scolded me, marched me home. Bad, she said. Bad boy.

Yesterday, I went for a run in the park. There was a female I wanted to mount. They all screamed. Someone hit me in the side of the head. Now I'm sitting in a bare room on a hard chair and people ask confusing questions.

Mistress will give me four legs for this.

Or maybe leave me here, stranded on two.

Everything's too loud and scary. I want to tuck my tail, but I have no tail. On four legs too long, now everything's mixed up.

He stands up, leans on the table between us. I flinch back, drop my eyes, turn my head. Glance that way, this way. No escape. I look sideways at him, hard, to make him ease up, back off. My mouth twitches a warning he ignores. He presses. I'm pulled tight like a string. It snaps. I unravel.

He's shaped wrong, and so am I. My silly teeth miss his throat and only graze his face and jawline, but I power into it and bite down anyway, hard enough to draw blood.

He's yelling, and I'm full of fire, shaking, every part of me lit up in too-bright colours.

My vision is clouded. Something is pouring out of him, should be bright red, but it's not.

I don't know what I am!

I howl.

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Word count: (excluding author's note): 366

Submitted on: 15th May at 21:20

*Quick Author's Note*

First, and most importantly: thank you so much for reading my story! The ha'penny that Vocal will pay me for your eyeballs landing on this humble piece will be well-spent. I will build a third indoor gym and never use it, and redecorate the dog's second bedroom.

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A Year of Stories: I'm writing a story every day this year. This one continues my 137 day streak since 1st January!

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The story behind the story: I've done a couple of other stories about this guy. They are all short, like this one (366 words). Honour and Obey, Square Peg, and Good Boy. Here they are, in order:

Thank you

Thank you again, most especially if you are one of the wonderful people who has been staunchly reading these daily scribbles since the start of the year. I see you, and appreciate you 😁

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