Sitting on Jolteon's back, you try to see outside, but cannot get a good view of it. Your only around a foot tall, so its about twice your height to the ground if you fall off the huge back. If something's bad out there, you'd have to find out but at the same time you didn't wanna leave the safety of your pet either. At this point, he was the only thing that could keep even a little kid from hauling you around like a rag-doll.
Shakily and sweating in fear, you stand on Sparky's back. He makes a very low "jo" in curiosity but then falls silent as he watches for threats and lets you do whatever the hell it is your doing. For a few seconds you manage to stand up but then just as quickly fall back down again as a wave of vertigo sweeps through when you noticed that the distances seemed to still be changing. The thought is pushed out of mind however and dismissed as an illusion brought on by your fear of dieing an embarrasing death, by falling off a Jolteon's back.
Sitting there, you notice something odd. Right in front of you there's two almost identical black marks. Each one has a main-body of sorts, longer than it is wide and ending with five dots. Around the middle of each, the shapes move to their individual inboard's in a curve. There s a slight rattle as a train rolls through town and you look away for a minute just in case that booming is another threat about to blow down your whole house.
Returning to the marks, you find they've multiplied greatly in size, spreading to cover more of the Jolteon's back. For a second, you think it could be some sort of biological weapon acting against your formerly little best buddy. As you look up you see that is far from the truth as you know have to look up to see Sparky's ears where before you could look down at them. As you examine your surroundings, you find that your legs are also no longer going over the sides as the back is now broad enough that its more flat than round to you.
Standing up, you go to walk onto the enormous head but stop as you see more black spots behind you. It suddenly rushes in, they're footprints. Yesturday, you had forgone showering and had worn sandals all day, combined with a little sweat, that turned Sparky's amazingly soft fur into a wash-cloth. The stuff though is even smoother to you know, for a second or two, you wish your whole house had carpets made like this. As you reach the head, your shrinking slows and stops at...
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