Chapter 13

'And this, roughly, is why people don't fuck with Sophie the DOG CATCHER,' you think to yourself.
The skinless Jeffy is halfway inside Doc by the time you think of re-charging your letherman's force-field instead of watching T.V., and then Doc has the cord. Jeffy stopped masturbating and just shivered watching her himself being eaten skinless, and sopping.
"This world is so fucked up," said Jeffy. "It didn't used to be this way. People used to know what to expect--people used to be able to live their lives."
"I don't know," You say. You sit cross legged and naked--sea foam puss bubbles from your wounds, and somehow it makes you feel like a god.
"Before UPMC and The COLLEGE started the joint government, and reincorporated the lawless Yinzer territories--at least progress was slower then. Destracted by war."
Doc wraps himself around you--muffled T.V. voices coming from his innards. You hear a snap as his powerfull esophogus crushes antique hardware--smoke and mercury drifting from his nostrils.
"What was it like in the Yinzer terrotories?" Jeffy asks.
"I'm not a Yinzer." Doc licks your face. You pat his head, and your eyes casually folow his blody along the floor, and out the window. He's 2ft 6.34in in diamater, and you wonder how long is he now.
"Oh. I always thought--"
"Why?"
"Well," Jeffy pauses. "You're so tuff."
You snort. "I grew up in UPMC." You drape your body across Doc. You are not afraid of Doc anymore, in fact you feel affectionatly toward him. He licks your wounds, foam sticking in his mouth like peanut butter--it makes you smile. "In the pre-management labritory."
Jeffy's eyes widen. "You mean. . . you were a bubble girl?"
"Yeah," You say. "Class 1 actually. I was bred and raised for upper level management, maybe C.E.O.." You're being so open with Jeffy now. It's pillow talk, you guess. I mean, you did enough dammage the the poor guy, the least you can do is show the girl some tenderness.
"What happened? I mean why are you out here?"
Your knuckles brush the course wood floor as you lift your hand and slowly make a fist. The motion is remenicent of dropping soap in the shower--the universal signlanguage for the slipps.
"That bad, huh?"
You sit up and Doc gives way, licking the roof of his mouth and sniffing the ground. You stand and stretch, feeling the muscles move under your skin. You unabashedly deslpay your full flexability before Jeffy.
She averts her eyes.
You flip into a hand stand and walk toward the stairs. It's going to be nice to have your home again. Sick of sleeping on lumpy couches, sleeping in the pound--always smelling like dog piss, and battery acid. You walk up the stairs on your hands and when you're near the top you let your feet hit the floor, and push with your hands, coming to an upright position like a slinki in reverse.
You're room looks ransacked and most of your clothes have been shredded by the racoons, but you find yourself a braw and panties and a bulky leather onezi that you used to wear at the pound when you were new. It slows your movements significantly, but it stopps most organic teeth and claws.
You slide down the post back to the ground floor. Jeffy is looking cauciously at Doc, "Does he look bigger?"
"Have you made detective yet? Cuz I'm willing to put a good word in."
"We should really disect this guy ASAP," says Jeffy.
At this Doc reared up, his back pressing against the cieling, razor fins rattling feircley.
"Doc," you hiss. "No."
The mutt lowers it's head guilily. He slinthers in circle wrapping himself into a pile, putting his head on his paws.
"I don't think that's going to be possible," you say. "He's pretty much industructable. Pluss, he's my dog."
"What?" Jeffy looks at Doc and back at you. "But, uh? Well what about the others."
"Gone," you say. "Eaten."
"We need those bio-tags Sophie. This could be huge."
"Well," you say picking up a plastic bag from near the alagator skin chest. "I guess it's time for a walk."
When Doc heard the word "W-A-L-K" he perked up and slithered all around the room wiggling excitedly. You giggle and hopscotch through the tangled body of your dog, and open the door. "Ready?" you say to Jeffy. Jeffy shakes her head.