Chapter 33 - The Flighty Temptress aka a Cute Rottweiler Puppy (Patreon)

Since so much of this was mental, I could already feel a connection forming with my ship, yet I was still surprised when I heard a cute little yip and saw the cutest little rottweiler puppy appear in this white, digital void. This was quite a shock to me, but again my own thoughts were obviously influencing this process to a degree that I hadn’t anticipated beforehand. I had once likened the Husnock ship bond to the bond between a human and his favorite hunting dog, so maybe I shouldn’t be surprised that my ship was being personified by the cutest little dark black haired rottweiler puppy with a lighter rust coloration around his muzzle and paws with two cute little light rust-colored dots above his eyes.

The puppy looked probably no older than 8 weeks old and maybe 15 pounds, mirroring how ‘young’ and new the ship was. She looked hesitant with me, but curious as she gazed at me so intently, so innocently, and yes, somehow I knew that it was a she. I had surrounded myself with women in this new life, so why wouldn’t my ship be the cutest little female puppy.

I got down on my knees and sat back with a wide smile, waiting, holding out my hand for her to take in my scent, which was probably some kind of equivalent impression of my mind as a whole. She eagerly shuffled/bounced up to me on wobbly legs, mouth open, her rhythmic huffing and lolling tongue bringing a smile to my face. Her little happy whiny sounds and yips were delightful as she breathed deeply and practically jumped into my lap. I had never had a dog growing up, my parents heartily against the idea, but I had always wanted one. Even when I became an adult, my military service had prevented me from ever taking that next step and getting one of my own. I suppose that’s another reason why my mind used this image. The choice in breed also seemed kind of obvious. They were a large and powerful breed with their origins in war and protection.