When I regained consciousness from my nap, no I didn’t faint I just decided to suddenly take a nap when I hit information overload. Anyway, after waking up I realized I was hot, like uncomfortably hot, and surrounded by fur. Normally I would be covered in sweat, but I am pretty sure like most canine species I didn’t have any sweat glands, oh joy! Time to make like a dog and start panting.
I opened my mouth and started to do my best impression of a creepy mouth breather. It helped a little bit, but I needed to get out of these furs so I used my mighty infant muscles and struggled to escape the furs surrounding me. I pushed with all my might to try and get beyond the giant walls of fur only to have the wall on my left suddenly shift away from me. Wait a sec, my mighty thews shouldn’t be capable of moving that much blanket so… crap I was probably nestled between my two parents.
The good news was that apparently I had slept for a while and everyone was unconscious, the bad news was that now I was stuck between two giants and I was slowly overheating. I struggled to escape from the center of the two massive bodies, but newborns suck at doing anything besides lying still, crying and pooping.
Looks like it’s time to wake someone up, I decided that crying would probably get the fastest results so tried to build up some tears. I thought about my death; dying outside of some bar trying to protect an empty wallet, it just seemed pathetic. I should have just handed over my wallet I mean honestly who cares about a couple of credit cards that would just be canceled once I got home. I died because of a stupid sense of bravado. I had simply never been in a situation like that and I had reacted foolishly. I was used to intimidating people with my size and I had never really met someone that simply didn’t care about how big I was.
To say I was a bully would be wrong I didn’t use my size to get one over on anyone else, I just used it to end arguments. Generally when people see a big dude who looks pissed they tend to back down, or at the very least they end up wanting to use their words instead of their fists. It was all so dumb, so pointless, my whole life had failed to prepare me for a mugging, it taught me the wrong lessons. I wanted to save lives and make something of myself yet instead I died in a botched mugging half-drunk with people I’d only talk to if I was looking for a lead on a job or wanted to go grab a drink. I just couldn’t get over my last few moments on earth if I had acted faster I might have gotten the gun away from the mugger, or if I had simply given him my wallet he would have likely let us go. Instead I had talked shit and looked angry and he killed me for it.
It left me feeling powerless, I thought I could take care of myself, I lived my life with the assumption that my size would stop everyone from messing with me. I’d even been so naive that I thought if I was ever mugged I’d be able to get out of it because no one really wants to kill someone else, so they’d hesitate and I’d be able to defeat them like some kind of comic book hero. I was an idiot, I’d taken pride in my size thinking that was all that mattered in a fight, I’d been wrong.
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I could be at home right now goofing off, playing video games or watching anime, instead I was some kind of monster, surrounded by other monsters and to top it off I was so weak I couldn’t even get away from my loving parents whose body heat happened to be killing me slowly. I felt so pathetic, my life had ended because I was ill prepared to face someone willing to kill. Everything I’d done and worked for was gone in the blink of an eye.
The tears started to fall, then came the whimpering, finally came the all-out whaling. That seemed to wake them up, I felt the fur to my left start to shift and then I got my first real glimpse of my new mother. She was beautiful, her fur was a dazzling pure white. Her eyes were a light shade of jade green and her muzzle was small and seemed almost delicate, ending in a coal black nose.
She lifted me up and started to gently rock me back and forth. She began to croon at me while I wallowed in my misery. I buried my face in her shoulder and just let myself go. I am not really proud of how I dealt with my death, but come on how many people can honestly say they remember dying over something so stupid, a mere point of pride. It took me a while to recover as I grieved for my lost life, the whole time Mom just kept rocking me back and forth. Honestly I’d never felt as safe in my entire life. She continued to just croon at me, occasionally rubbing my back.
It took a while but eventually I cried myself out, and when I calmed down Mom brushed away my tears and then proceeded to groom me. Ugh tongue bath is not fun, at least not when its’ your mom doing the licking. After she finished she pressed me to her chest and I got my second meal of the day, hopefully when I grow up I will be able to repress the memories, early childhood is not something you want to remember.
After the meal I was burped again and then my diaper was changed, yeah, didn’t really notice I was wearing one until Mom took it off. Talk about embarrassing. I also discovered that I was a boy during the changing session so at least one thing hadn’t changed. After the new diaper was on it was time to go back to bed, Mom laid me down on her chest and then proceeded to fall asleep. As I lay there helpless I decided that in this life I would be strong enough to protect myself and those I cared about, never again would some random thief be able to take anything from me again. I was going to learn how to fight and more importantly I was going to know how to act. Never again would I be caught posturing when action was called for. This life would not end like the last one, I would make sure I was strong enough to accomplish whatever goals I set for myself.
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AN: Short chapter, but no worries they will start to get longer.