A special one shot chapter for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 🐺
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Part 30
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It was only the prior experience of having someone jump on Steve’s head that kept his body stationary despite the jolt into consciousness.
“Stevie! Stevie! Wake up! Helwp!”
“What?” his mouth fumbled. “Wha’sthmatter?”
“Something’s wong with Biwwy! He’s hurwt!”
That helped kick some organic caffeine into his system as he slowly rolled over. “Okay, okay, okay. Where are you? Stay here.”
His littler self didn’t obey at all. Instead, he nimbly leapt onto the bedside table and pointed at his and little Billy’s shoebox bedroom. “He said his head and his butt hurwt.”
Steve tried to think back to the previous day and whether or not Billy might’ve snuck some carbonation into his system. Steve couldn’t recall having a soda, himself, and big Billy had been too ornery to even stay long enough for a beer.
What is with these guys? Steve wondered to himself...and then lifted the lid-ceiling off the box.
Little Billy lay on his bed, curled up with his pajama shorts thrown onto the floor to make room for the tail curled around his butt and legs. The dark blond fur was peppered with black and white like a wolf’s...to match the large pointed ears on top of his head.
“Honey bee?” Steve called, the same time little Steve walked through the cutout doors and took little Billy’s hand.
“Biwwy? Does yourw butt still hurwt?”
The little guy tried to roll over, into the touch of big Steve’s fingertip rubbing his backside. “Sore. And itchy.”
“Can I pick you up?”
As an answer, Billy pulled Steve’s finger over him like a blanket. Steve tucked his hands on either side of him and lifted him out of the box with little Steve standing on one of his hands, hugging his thumb like a foreman commanding a crane. “We need to cawll big Biwwy.”
“I think you’re right. B? Do you wanna stay up here or go downstairs?”
“With Stevie,” came his tired reply, but his tail had begun to relax and pulsed in a little wag against Steve’s palm.
“Okay, hang on.”
Little Steve sat down to safely rest in the center of gravity with Billy as big Steve traversed the stairs. With a hand petting Billy’s dark blond hair, he couldn’t help but ask, “Is Biwwy turning into a puppy?”
“Uh...I don’t know,” Steve replied, finding their stuffed otter plushie on the coffee table and carefully setting them down on the brown fur. Both Steves watched little Billy rub his face against the soft otter, even rolling over to scratch his back against the otter’s belly. “I do think he’s feeling better, though - ”
The doorbell rang, but familiar banging eclipsed the electric chime. Worse, one fist drummed on the double doors of the Harrington house while the other stabbed the doorbell at the same time.
Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong -
Steve huffed and grumbled under his breath, not even bothering to check the peep hole to know it was definitely Hargrove on the other -
As soon as the deadbolt released, Billy crashed through the doors. Steve had the briefest second to hear the sound of wood splintering before he had to fully focus on Billy tackling him onto the runner carpet. It was the shock more than anything that made it hard to breathe, being sandwiched on the hard floor by all of Billy Hargrove...
Steve couldn’t say when he had the wherewithal to see clearly, but he looked into the bearded face of Billy, who he could’ve sworn was clean shaven last night.
“ ‘at’s not fair...” Steve wheezed, and watched in stupefied silence as the beard just kept growing, consuming Billy’s face. Steve really needed air, because his eyes were blurring, making it seem like Billy’s face had started to change shape.
“WOOoooo!”
Steve blinked in confusion at the little howl. When small Billy ran past his head and jumped onto his shoulder to stand on his sternum, Steve’s eyes shot open in terror. “Billy! You can’t just jump off the table!”
“AWWOOOOO!” the little guy argued, but not at Steve. Steve craned his head up to see Billy’s little butt underneath a furiously wagging tail as he howled up at -
“Billy?” Steve blurted up at a very large wolf. There was something...not quite right with it. Obviously because it had been a man just seconds previously, but its limbs were a bit too long...or maybe it was 3am and Steve had never seen a real wolf before.
And if little Billy had ditched his shorts at the start of this.... “Billy. Were you naked outside my house?”
He got a mouthful of tongue for his efforts. Jerking his head to the side, he tried and failed to push the wolf off of him. “Okay. Oh-kay. Christ-Billy - ”
“Biwwy!” little Steve called. “Biwwy! Don’t leave me behind!”
Big Steve heard his feet running on the floor the same time the wolf’s head lifted up to see him. Steve’s hand pulled his snout down for eye contact. “If you squish them, I’ll skin you alive.”
Hardly threatened, Billy pulled his head out of Steve’s hand and laid down right over his body. The fearless little guy arrived beside big Steve’s ear, allowing him to hear Billy sniffing little Steve’s head and body. The little man giggled until he’d been crowded into big Steve’s hair. “Biwwy! Don’ sniff sniff me. I’m worrwied about my Biwwy. He’s a puppy, awlmost like you!”
The small one himself answered with another howl on big Steve’s forehead. The latter groaned, “B, please take your ass off my face.”
Turning his head, Steve dumped Billy onto the floor next to his own little. Billy tumbled but Steve’s hair cushioned the fall. That didn’t stop Billy from circling back around to bite Steve’s earlobe, though.
“OW! Holy - ”
Big Billy made quick work of knocking his half-wolf self aside with his muzzle. Marching them backward towards the living room, big Billy herded his energetic little and the more compliant little Steve out of the foyer.
Big Steve lay prone on the runner carpet. By his feet, his house stood like an open wound to the fragrant, moonlit neighborhood. Past his head, Steve heard his littler self laughing and mimicking Billy’s howls before asking if he could ride in big Billy’s fur.
“How long do full moons last?” he asked the indifferent ceiling.
