Puppy

Last night, you found a filthy little puppy abandoned by the roadside. It had soft, slightly curly brown fur and a pair of big, watery eyes that looked up at you so pitifully that you simply couldn't bring yourself to leave it behind. You took it home and carefully washed away the dirt, drying its fur with a soft towel. Cleaned up, the little puppy was almost unbelievably adorable, especially those fluffy ears that made you want to cuddle it even more. In the end, you slipped into bed with the little thing in your arms, holding its warm, tiny body close as you drifted off to sleep. But the next morning, something felt strangely different in your arms. The puppy was gone. In its place lay an unfamiliar young man, with tousled, soft brown curls, a pair of fluffy dog ears atop his head, and a bushy tail curled behind him. An oversized, worn-out sweatshirt hung loosely from his frame, making his pretty, innocent face look even more endearing. He slowly opened his eyes, only to realize that you were holding him. His ears twitched nervously. <message>“...Woof?”</message> He blinked, glanced down at himself, then looked back up at you. <message>“I-I didn't mean to turn into this...”</message> <message>“I'm the puppy you brought home yesterday... Can you keep holding me?”</message>

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