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Satchel met me out back, he had my actual clothes but I refused to change. Despite how trashy I felt later I was still buzzing on my slutty stripper high. “We have to go meet Ange Noir, I don’t think you really want to go see Troy like this now do you?” he asked. Troy, eugh, that name brought me back to reality fast. Troy Ramirez was an ex lover that had never become an ex. We met occasionally still, lonely, late at night. “It’s only human Satch, sex isn’t anything to be ashamed of, it’s a physical need” I shrugged. “Yeah, well you’re not exactly human are you?” he asked.
If that didn’t sober me up nothing did, I still didn’t know who I was. I was called to the moon like lychen’s, I had the senses and strength’s of a demon, I even craved blood like a vamp. If the Pan Powers and Mother Darkness hadn’t have found me I would have stayed shuffled between the different classes and species, maybe eventually they would have found a place for me. Satchel was posing as a house pet when I met him. He was trying to get a closer relationship with the family’s oldest daughter. After I pointed him out they didn’t want him, a freak posing as a dog and sleeping in their house.
He then came with me to the next house. They happened to be a witch friendly household and turned him into a Lychenthrope, a werewolf. He was still obnoxiously like a dog with a bone, but the longer he was human the faster he adapted, old dog tricks and all that. He hasn’t left my side yet, he may be mans best friend, but he’s misfit’s best companion. So naturally he knew all my weaknesses, he knew exactly what to do to get the reaction he wanted, worse than a gay best guy friend cause if things get bad one day we may act on feelings.
We walked into my office, Satchel in his dog form as usual so he could try to cozy up to the new secretary in the short skirt. I’d warn her, but the last secretary thought I was crazy after I told her he was a dog. She’d called me unfit for such a nice dog and had taken him home, after she woke up with satchel using her bathroom in the middle of the night she’d promptly returned him to me and quit her job.
Satchel met me out back, he had my actual clothes but I refused to change. Despite how trashy I felt later I was still buzzing on my slutty stripper high. “We have to go meet Ange Noir, I don’t think you really want to go see Troy like this now do you?” he asked. Troy, eugh, that name brought me back to reality fast. Troy Ramirez was an ex lover that had never become an ex. We met occasionally still, lonely, late at night. “It’s only human Satch, sex isn’t anything to be ashamed of, it’s a physical need” I shrugged. “Yeah, well you’re not exactly human are you?” he asked.
If that didn’t sober me up nothing did, I still didn’t know who I was. I was called to the moon like lychen’s, I had the senses and strength’s of a demon, I even craved blood like a vamp. If the Pan Powers and Mother Darkness hadn’t have found me I would have stayed shuffled between the different classes and species, maybe eventually they would have found a place for me. Satchel was posing as a house pet when I met him. He was trying to get a closer relationship with the family’s oldest daughter. After I pointed him out they didn’t want him, a freak posing as a dog and sleeping in their house.
He then came with me to the next house. They happened to be a witch friendly household and turned him into a Lychenthrope, a werewolf. He was still obnoxiously like a dog with a bone, but the longer he was human the faster he adapted, old dog tricks and all that. He hasn’t left my side yet, he may be mans best friend, but he’s misfit’s best companion. So naturally he knew all my weaknesses, he knew exactly what to do to get the reaction he wanted, worse than a gay best guy friend cause if things get bad one day we may act on feelings.
We walked into my office, Satchel in his dog form as usual so he could try to cozy up to the new secretary in the short skirt. I’d warn her, but the last secretary thought I was crazy after I told her he was a dog. She’d called me unfit for such a nice dog and had taken him home, after she woke up with satchel using her bathroom in the middle of the night she’d promptly returned him to me and quit her job.