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Paws For Thought

·392 words·2 mins·
Quick Fics Gifts POV Paws Sentient Fat
This is a gift for Sly.

You thought you were dead for the first few minutes, being unable to move, speak or even see your surroundings. The only thing telling you that you were still alive was the fact that you could still feel… whatever was going on around you. Not that you had any idea exactly what the feelings conveyed, some form of bizarre motion mixed with the overwhelming pressure of something surrounding your body.

Was this even your body? Even through your forced paralysis, you could at least tell that none of your defining features could be felt. Your slender frame was made wider, and your head appeared to be split in five. And as time went on, much of your thoughts about your old body seemed to fade, from the brown mane surrounding your face to your green eyes.

It took a few hours before you noticed that you could still sweat in your unknown form, the telltale feeling of perspiration exiting your immobile body, likely caused by the warmth of whatever was surrounding you, alongside your unseen struggles to move. And before too long, said perspiration was finally noticed.

The motion surrounding you stopped for a brief moment, before your prison was lifted into the air to be removed, or instead peeled off. The larger world around you was bathed in a bright light as your nonexistent eyes got used to the change in brightness, before you were finally able to see what was obscuring your sight for so long.

A sock. You had been stuck to someone’s paw.

But you knew that wasn’t right. After all, that couldn’t explain why you had been unable to move, why your body seemed so different. And as your new owner brought you up to his visage to examine why his paw was suddenly so sweaty, you immediately realized that somehow, you had become their paw.

Your mind becoming more hazy by the minute, you couldn’t tell what species the giant was, nor did you care. Because why should a paw care about silly things such as who your owner was, or about how to escape. You still kept your intellect, of course, just with your priorities shifted to better suit your new function in life as an extension of the much greater being you were now forever a part of.