DRAMA NOVEL ONLINE Chapter Part 7
(Kurai)
It’s almost Christmas! I can feel the excitement rising! Or is that indigestion? Oof. Regardless, today is day 7 and I’m ready to-
OOF! OUCH! OWIES! I trip over my own feet and tumble across the den. I roll to a stop at my mother’s feet. Mmm, she’s making milk again. She stares down at me for a moment and then hands me a mug of milk.
“Good morning, Kurai,” she says.
“Mom! Thanks for the milk! Your milk is the best!” I say, wagging my tail.
“No problem, Kurai,” my mother says.
She seems a bit lost in thought. I lap the milk from the mug. Then, I give my mother a big, slobbery, milky, kiss. She laughs and leaps away.
“Mommy! Mommy!” I bark cheerfully.
“Are you going to behave today?” my mom asks.
“Do you THINK I know HOW to behave?” I ask with a laugh.
“Day 7 is even more difficult than day 6,” Cheese warns.
“Oh nooooo,” I say.
“You can quit at any time!” Cheese reminds me.
“And you SHOULD quit now!” my mom yells.
“Nah, I can do this. Give me my next challenge!” I say.
“Day seven is seven swans a-swimming, six geese a-laying, fiiiiiiiive gooooolllldeeeennn riiiiiiings! Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtledoves, and a partridge in a pear tree!” Cheese sings.
“Swans! Swans are even bigger than geese! And aggressive!” I exclaim.
“Like I said, you can quit at any time. It only gets worse,” Cheese says with a shrug.
“Foxy?” I ask.
“Yeah, I’ll help,” Foxy says with a laugh.
“Okay, then I will continue!” I say.
“Oh my gosh,” my mom groans.
I’m still tired from yesterday. It almost reminds me of that time at Reeds Academy where I ate multiple animals a day and got too fat and nearly died of heart failure. Except this is even more extreme. Perhaps my body has strengthened since then as I don’t see myself reaching a near death point this time around.
“I can do it! I believe in myself!” I exclaim and dash out of the house as fast as I can. (Spoilers: it’s not very fast anymore)
I’m having trouble moving my legs, but that’s alright. The slick snow helps me practically slide along. Foxy bounds along after me, also not very fast. We’re practically the same, except I’m a black wolf and she’s a white fox.
“I know where to find some swans. They live in waterfront homes,” Foxy says. “As they love to swim many hours a day. Though, in this weather, the water is probably freezing. Errrr, please do not step onto the ice. You’ll fall in and I haven’t the strength to save you.”
“Ohhhh, yeah, that would be bad,” I say.
“Anyhow, just a little further!” Foxy says, still bounding along on her short little legs.
We arrive at the waterfront homes within good time. (This time of year, the sun doesn’t stay up very long.) The water is frozen at the edges, but the very center is still a little wet. I don’t want to go out there, especially since Foxy warned me not to. HOWEVER, the song says 7 swans a-swimming. Which means the swans have to be swimming.
“How do we approach this? They’re meant to be swimming, but to reach them, I’d have to walk on the ice like you told me not to?” I ask, confused.
“Hmmmmm, we need to get really clever,” Foxy says.
“Maybe…maybe they have a heated swimming pool somewhere! If so, I can get them without freezing to death!” I exclaim.
“Whoa! Brilliant idea! Let’s go inquire of one of the swans who ISN’T swimming,” Foxy says.
We make our way down to the frigid edge of the lake. A swan who is standing at alert greets us. Not with a warm greeting, but a warning to stay back. I make my cutest face as I try to explain what is going on (all lies, of course).
“Pleeeease… I just want to go swimming! Surely you have a heated swimming pool around here?” I suggest, still making my cutest face.
“You know what? Fine. If it’ll make you go away, we DO have a heated swimming pool at the clubhouse. It’s that way, but you’ll need a pass card,” the swan guard says.
“A pass card! Wow, well, can you show me how to get one?” I ask, wagging my tail.
“Here, take mine and get out of here. Though I don’t know how you intend on swimming without the elegance of long legs and webbed toes,” the swan says with a scoff.
“Thank you!” I say.
“Wow, that was easy. Can I come with her as a guest?” Foxy asks.
“Fine, sure, whatever. Get your swimming done and leave,” the swan says.
Foxy runs along after me. Despite the bitterly cold environment outside, the inside of the club house is toasty warm. Locating the swimming pool, the two canines plot to wreak havoc. Plenty of swans are, as they say, a-swimming, in THIS pool.
“Here goes nothing!” I exclaim.
Much like a particular round pink guy, I begin to suck up everything. The swans honk anxiously as I begin to swallow them up along with the warm pool water. Foxy claps and cheers. Immediately, the swans start attacking me like the geese had done.
SLOSH! GLURG! I don’t stop until I’ve swallowed seven swans. The other swans are flying around and attacking me with their really long snake-like necks. My belly swells and I turn into a living water balloon…complete with seven swans swimming in it!
“Whoa, Kurai! How do I get you through the doorway?!” Foxy asks.
“I didn’t-OW! STOP BITING ME! Think about that-BWARRRRRPPPP!” I yell and belch.
Foxy rushes to my rescue and starts rolling me out of the pool. She struggles to get me up the pool stairs…and then through the club house door. The swans outside all stare in horror at my enormous round body. Foxy laughs and rolls me through the snow. My stomach sloshes the whole way home.
“I’m gonna puke,” I groan.
“Almost home! This is so much fun!” Foxy exclaims.
Foxy rolls me all the way to the entrance of my home. Cheese stares at me with her mouth open wide. I grin, trying so hard not to puke. The seven swans are thrashing violently in their brand new swimming pool.
“Sooooo, you swallowed seven swimming swans?” Cheese asks.
“Sure did! Reveal it, Foxy!” I say.
Foxy does the reveal, wiping the snow away. Cheese nods thoughtfully. Day seven success! Gee, I wonder if day 8 will be this difficult…
“Cheese, Foxy, pleeeeeease tell Kurai to stop this nonsense! Look how huge she’s getting! She’ll end up in the hospital on Christmas if this continues!” my mom complains.
“I’m having fun!” I argue back.
“That still doesn’t make this okay!” my mom points out.
Me? Go to the hospital on Christmas? I think not. I can handle this. I CAN! Just five days remain! Whoohooo! My mom glares at my belly.
(Suisen)
I’ve got this strange feeling. It’s hard to explain… Something just feels…different… I try to shake it, but it envelopes my entire body.
This strange tingly warm feeling… Like a voice calling out from the depths of my soul… I want it to go away, I feel like I’m losing control. I’ve felt this feeling before, I know it is familiar.
No. I cannot give in to the feelings. I HAVE to ensure my daughter is safe and well cared for. That’s my number one duty right now. I’m NOT going to give in to biological urges.
Wait. Is trying to protect my daughter a biological urge too? Well, guess I’d rather give in to that then the other thing… I make my way to the kitchen and make some milk. As I am thinking on the complicities of life, my daughter rolls and tumbles to a stop at my feet.
I stare at her; this is my puppy, my main responsibility. Nothing else matters but protecting this one child I was blessed with. I hand her a mug of warm milk by gently grasping the handle in my mouth and setting it down in front of her. Seems everyone likes milk.
“Good morning, Kurai,” I say, staring at her, my mind wandering off to places it shouldn’t be.
“Mom! Thanks for the milk! Your milk is the best!” Kurai exclaims in gratitude.
“No problem, Kurai,” I say, smiling a bit.
Kurai stares back at me a moment. Then, she lowers her head and begins lapping up the milk. Poor girl is so thirsty! Next thing I know, she’s licking me with her milky wet tongue! I can’t help but laugh, springing gleefully into the air to avoid getting further soiled.
“Mommy! Mommy!” Kurai barks, revealing that she is, after all, still rather young. (Ahhhh, at least I don’t think SHE is mature enough to feel what I’m feeling…)
“Are you going to behave today?” I ask, gently, yet firmly.
“Do you THINK I know HOW to behave?” Kurai asks, sticking her tongue out at me teasingly.
“Day 7 is even more difficult than day 6,” Cheese warns.
“Oh nooooo,” Kurai howls.
“You can quit at any time!” Cheese calls out.
“And you SHOULD quit now!” I interrupt.
“Nah, I can do this. Give me my next challenge!” Kurai says, rolling her eyes at me.
“Day seven is seven swans a swimming, six geese a laying, fiiiiiiiive gooooolllldeeeennn riiiiiiings! Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtledoves, and a partridge in a pear tree!” Cheese sings.
“Swans! Swans are even bigger than geese! And aggressive!” Kurai cries out.
“Like I said, you can quit at any time. It only gets worse,” Cheese says with a shrug.
“Foxy?” Kurai prompts.
“Yeah, I’ll help,” Foxy says with a laugh.
“Okay, then I will continue!” Kurai confirms.
“Oh my gosh…” I groan.
“I can do it! I believe in myself!” Kurai cries out in a battle cry of sorts.
Aaaaaaaand she’s gone. Dang it! What am I supposed to do now? Foxy follows after Kurai leaving just Cheese behind.
“So, did you invite Arashi the other day?” Cheese asks.
“N-no…” I say.
“What? Why not?” Cheese asks.
“I couldn’t. I couldn’t force myself to go to his door,” I reply, shuddering at the thought.
“But…but what about Kurai…?” Cheese asks.
“I’m sorry, I just can’t,” I say with a sigh.
Except now I have even more reason not to invite him. I might do something regrettable if I let him into my den. Then I would feel ashamed forever! Ugh… Stupid body…the thoughts are flooding my mind again.
Cheese watches me literally just pace for over an hour. I don’t know what to do. I feel weird! I’m desiring things I shouldn’t!
Cheese heads outside and I suddenly realize why. Kurai is back and bigger than ever! I watch Foxy uncover Kurai who was covered in snow. Cheese then touches the bulging mass and nods her head.
“Cheese, Foxy, pleeeeeease tell Kurai to stop this nonsense! Look how huge she’s getting! She’ll end up in the hospital on Christmas if this continues!” I plead with Kurai’s friends.
“I’m having fun!” Kurai whines like a little baby.
“That still doesn’t make this okay!” I argue.
Just because something is considered fun to the person doing it, doesn’t make it okay to do. This girl is literally killing people! And she thinks it’s funny! I wonder if she even feels any shame or regret. Probably not. She doesn’t SEEM like she feels anything.