Dirty Paws- DavexReader- Chapter 2

You yawned sleepily. This bed is so uncomfortable... you thought, changing your position. You stayed there for a few minutes before you finally noticed something. Wait, this isn't a bed! You opened your eyes, squinting at the sudden burst of brightness. As your eyes adjusted to the light, you analyzed your surroundings.
What the everloving fuck? Since when did you get outside? And since when did you pass out by on the filthy ground of an alleyway next to a horrid smelling dumpster?
You let out a groan. Startled, you glanced around. Where did that squeak just come from? Puzzled, you looked down at your hands.
Or paws.
Wait... Paws?
No, those couldn't be yours. Scared, you tested it out and lifted your hand. The cream-colored furry paw came up to your face. You waved your hand. The paw flailed around in the same way you jerked your hand.
You screamed, but it came out as a loud, strangled whimper.  No, no, it can't be! You couldn't be. No way in hell.
You stood up, and, further to your surprise, you stood up on four legs. I mean, could you even call your front two limbs arms? But you were freaking out too much to even think about that at the moment.
Hello? Is anyone there? You tried to yell, but it only came out as loud, prolonged meows. Okay, so not only did you not know where you were, you had apparently turned into a cat too.
Gee, isn't life just fucking splendid?
You'd like to believe that you handled the situation a lot better than most people would. Even though waking up as a cat was pretty shocking, you had accepted it faster than most would've. When life gives you lemons, you make lemon juice. Or lemonade, whatever kind of lemon liquid you prefer. So now you were off the find the fucking juicer.
Or, in other words, off to find something that would help you make at least a tiny bit of sense out of this situation.
Wobbling on your newfound paws, you padded over to the beginning of the alleyway, looking around.
It appeared that you were in a city, with the crowded street and towering buildings. It might just have been because you were so small, but everything seemed enormous. Even the freaking cracks in the sidewalk seemed like trenches to you.
After a moment of thought, you decided to venture out and onto the sidewalk. So, with a brave stride, you went out to the sidewalk...
... Only to get nearly mowed down by a skateboard. Life just loves to play the fucking sadist sometimes. And sometimes you wish you could strangle whatever spiritual being influenced fate.
The skateboarder swerved, kicking up their skateboard and catching it, effectively stopping. You got up from your ducking position only to be picked up and lifted way too high for your liking.
GAHHHH! You yelled, but again, came out as a long meow. You squirmed in the skateboarder's grip, extremely uncomfortable.
"You okay, little bro?" You could hear a faint Texas drawl in his voice when he spoke. You stopped wriggling, and looked at the skateboarder in surprise.
No. No fucking way. It can't be... Yet it looked too real to be a cosplay. The shades... The slight southern twang in his voice... That red and white shirt... It can't be.
Your eyes must've been extra wide, because you saw him slightly smirk. "Even cats are shocked by me." He said to himself. You narrowed your eyes, and swatted at him with a paw in attempt to slap some of that pride out of him. He just took it as a cute gesture and smirked a tiny bit wider. You could feel his gaze drilling into you from behind his shades, and you suppressed the urge to shudder. "You don't have an owner, do you?"
You automatically shook your head, internally scoffing at him. I'm a human, dumbass. Of course I don't have an owner. You felt his hands tense up, and you looked back at him, shifting uncomfortably. Oh wait, cats aren't supposed to reply to people. Shit.
In attempt to make up for your slip up, you put on the stupidest face you could manage and made out a simple, "Meow~", feeling like a complete and utter moron in the process. But at least the Dave Strider look-a-like bought it anyway.
"Alright then." He said, taking that as a confirmation of your "stray" status. Tucking you to his chest, he got back on his skateboard and started off again, whooshing down the busy sidewalk.
Half terrified of falling and half embarrassed of being smushed up against his toned chest, you clung to his soft shirt, sharp nails sinking into the fabric but being careful not to scratch his skin. With your thoughts hovering between oh shit I'm going to die and oh shit he's really hot, you stuck to him, figuring that it would be so much better to stay with another human until you figured out what was wrong with you. Hell, he might even help you get back to normal.
Okay you seriously doubt the last part since you were a cat, and you were pretty sure a sane person wouldn't suspect that their cat is actually a girl trapped in a little fluffy body. As much as you would've liked it to, life didn't work that way.
You stayed curled up against him until you felt a big bump and opened your eyes to see he had stopped in front of a tall apartment building. Oh, you thought as the cool kid strode into the building. This apartment building looks halfway decent.
As you entered, the guy at the desk didn't seem to mind a cat coming in as he lazily greeted, "Hello, Mr.Strider."
The skateboarder gave him a nod in acknowledgement before walking over to the elevator and stepping in when it arrived.
You, on the other hand, weren't so calm. You stared at him in disbelief. Strider? That can't be a coincidence. It can't, but... A little part of you had known the whole time he was the real Dave, Dave Strider the coolkid. It's just the bigger part of you didn't want to admit it. But then again, I've turned into a fucking cat. I can't get any crazier... Right?
Before you could seriously think that thought through, you felt Dave lifting you higher on his chest, adjusting his grip so you felt a little safer. You froze, and you would've been impossibly red in the face if you hadn't been a cat as you realized how you had been clinging to his nice... toned... chest.
You shook your head in denial. You are not going to crush on Dave Strider as a flipping kitten. Maybe it's just because you were a human, but you were still able to recognize a hottie when you saw one. And man, was he off the scale.
You were so caught up in your daydreaming that you didn't notice the elevator stop until Dave walked out, carrying you and his skateboard up to a door. He put leaned his skateboard against the wall next to the door and shifted you onto his left arm so he could type in the password to the apartment.
"Bro!" Dave called, kicking up his skateboard into his right hand as he burst in the apartment, the door shutting loudly behind him.
"Yeah?" You heard a deeper, more masculine voice call from not too far away. Is that... Dirk?
"I found a kitten! Help me name it!" Dave tossed his skateboard and red converses by the closed door and walked further in the house, into what you guessed to be the living room. And, as you guessed, Dirk sat on the couch, watching what appeared to be an episode of My Little Pony.
"Dave, not again-" He said, turning to look at his younger brother. Hearing the start of his sentence, your eyes widened in fear.
What if I can't stay here? You panicked. You looked at Dirk with big eyes, giving him a look like a kicked kitten. He paused, looking at your small, fluffy form emotionlessly.
"Dave?"
"Yeah?"
"Let me hold the kitten." You broke out into a kitty grin as Dave handed you over to his older brother, who handled you with gentle hands despite his muscular build. You snuggled into his arms, purring contently. Okay, the rumbling in your chest was new, but you were grateful to Dirk. You knew that he, as a person, could not resist cute things. Especially when you looked like a creampuff fluffball. Even so, you acted extra cute for him. He stroked a hand down your back, which felt surprisingly nice. Wow, if I had known petting had felt this nice, I would've signed up to be a cat sooner, You thought contentedly.
"What?" Dave said, sitting down next to Dirk. "Bro, do you have catnip on you or something? It wasn't that affectionate before..."
"No, it just likes me better." You smiled wider, the rumbling of Dirk's voice sending pleasant vibrations from his chest. "And shouldn't we give it a name?"
"Then... Is it a boy or a girl?" You stopped purring, looking up at Dave in shock.
"Should we check?" Dirk asked, and you choked. As Dirk's hands shifted to lift you up, you shifted, turning to bat his chest with a paw and hiss. Dirk chuckled. "It's a girl, alright." It took you a moment to realize how he had figured it out, but when you did, you whacked his chest with your paw, and moodily flipped your head when you got up.
Only you didn't calculate the weight distribution as your whipped your precious little head, and instead of turning away and gracefully landing on the coffee table, you fell off balance and rolled onto the floor, groaning in pain. It came out as a stupid, "Meow~" instead, making you feel all the more embarrassed. Both of the straight-faced brothers couldn't resist cracking a smile at your idiotically cute tumble to the floor, and you bashfully buried your head in your paws.
"Bro," You heard Dave's voice. "We should name her Graceful." You turned and looked at Dave through half-lidded eyes, bringing both paws to your face in a double facepalm. I almost thought for a minute those dorks would come up with a cool name for me... And there go the ironic jokes. You instantly spotted the sparkle in Dirk's pointed anime shades, but before he could reply, you hissed again. They both looked down at you, and you glared up at them.
"Okay, then..." Dirk thought for a moment. "Pinkie Pie?" No. He did not just suggest a name from My Little Pony. You didn't even have to bother hissing because Dave rejected that idea for you. It's not like you didn't like My Little Pony, it's just that if you were being called Pinkie Pie more than once a day, you would go completely ballistic. And trust me, neither of the Striders wanted to deal with five pounds of vicious retribution.
"Marshmallow?"
"Hmm... How about Kitkat?"
"Claws?"
"Bubbles?" You got bored of them just listing ridiculous names, so you padded around, looking for something to do. Your stomach rumbled, and you cursed. I think I saw some snacks on the other end of the couch... You thought, walking over to the other end of the couch. Your kitty grin returned as you looked at the giant junk food pile, a container of cookies in particular. Jackpot.
You lept up as high as you could, landing on the edge of the cushion. You wiggled up until you finally got on the couch, and passed a bag of doritos to reach the mouth-watering cookies. You didn't care if it wasn't good for you, even more so as a cat. You wanted cookies. And its not like your sharpened teeth could chew crunchy doritos. You let out a huff of air in amusement, just thinking about a cat trying to chew a dorito.
You reached in the container, digging your teeth into the edge of a particularly large cookie and tugging it out of the container. You bit off a big piece, your cheeks puffing up as you thoroughly chewed it with your sharp teeth. You didn't notice that Dirk and Dave had caught sight of you, and before you could take another bite, you were lifted up and away from your precious piece of heaven.
"Whoa, there, I don't think you can eat cookies, lil' sis." Dirk said, and you scrunched up your face at him in discontent. You had a staring contest with him, or at least with his shades. Okay, before, you might have thought his shades looked a little silly, but now that you were up close, they looked plain ridiculous. The only thing that kept you from laughing your tiny furry ass off was the fact that the older Strider was, like his brother, breathtakingly good-looking. Even though he was probably too old for you, you couldn't help but at the way his nice, chiseled jaw framed his pale, gorgeous face... Or what parts of his face weren't hidden behind his big, dorky anime shades.
"Wait, bro." Dave said, snapping you out of your staring contest. "Why don't we name her Cookie?"
You strangely... liked that name. Even though it was sickeningly adorable, you determined that it was bearable. You like cookies. Why not have that as a nickname? You meowed at the name, purring into Dirk's hands to show your consent.
"Cookie?" Dave repeated, and you purred louder.
"Okay, Cookie it is then." Dirk said, setting you on Dave's lap. He stood up and abandoned his My Little Pony marathon, turning off the TV and marching away. "I'm going to get some parts. Need anything, Dave?"
"Can you pick up some pizza? We don't have any left in the fridge." He replied.
"Okay, I'm on it." After Dave heard the door slam behind his brother, he looked down at you. You were a little blushing mess, resting stiffly on his lap, not having moved since Dirk placed you there. You heard a small chuckle from Dave.
"What, are you uncomfortable with me?" You looked up at Dave through wide eyes only to see him smirking down at you. If you could, you would've blushed more.
I mean, he brought me here, you thought, and he was nice enough to let me stay... Shouldn't I be grateful to him? So, despite your extreme embarrassment, you gave a slight, affectionate nudge to his hand, and he got the hint. He ran his hand down your back, and you couldn't help but hum in delight.
As you snuggled into him, Dave looked down at you with a slight smile. She's so cute, he thought, continuing to pet his new kitten. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep, and Dave was surprised to see that you were a pretty deep sleeping kitty. He had gotten up, holding you in his arms as you snored away, undisturbed.
"Cookie, huh?" He said quietly to himself, looking down on your precious sleeping form.
This kitten sure can sleep.