The story so far:
Morgan woke up with a start, he wet nose gleaming in the morning sun.
"Okay, that was interesting. Was that all a dream or- oh... still a wolf. Damn." Morgan realized his problem. His former Brindle Boxer Samson, who had passed away in the Waking Dimension four days prior to he coincidental meet up in Sarah's dream almost five hundred years ago, Dream Dimension time, had reunited with him. He was still getting used to the bright green grass, the blazing blue sky with puffy white clouds, the crystal clear ocean that surrounded the island they were on, and the simple fact that dogs knew how to speak English and wore clothes. He scratched himself behind his long, fine ruby fur covered ears and let his tongue hang out of his mouth as he looked around the room he was in.
It was a simple one bedroom building, white ceiling, blue walls, and Mahogany wood floors with a Marble fire pit in the middle of the room. On the walls there were pictures of dogs he never knew existed, great big ones that shot lightning out their asses every time they took a ****, and tiny dogs no bigger then his strange little fleshy bump on the back of his leg near his foot. His green eyes, even though still Human in nature, had lost some of the colors that beamed from every corner of the room. The colors did seem a little duller, but then again, he was now a part of the Canine Genus.
"Ok... this is still strange for me -Hey is that a bowl of steak flavored dog food! COME TO PAPA!" he barked happily as he bounded towards the silver dog food bowl and began munching happily on the tiny kibbles in the shape of mailmen, UPS delivery people, and Joan Rivers left leg, that looked suspiciously like beef jerky.
He heard a scratch on the door, and smelled things he'd never smelled as a Human, there was the scent of the morning light, the smell of the ocean air that kind or reminded him of a giant hair dryer, and his butt. He had never smelled his own butt before. And now that he was able to, he never wished to do it again. The scratching noise sounded off again, and Morgan lifted his Wolfy head out of the food bowl lazily and tried figuring out how to fix this situation he was in.
On the one hand, someone was at the door, and on the other, he was eating. The Wolf's ears flattened with great annoyance, and then perked up excitedly. Morgan had a plan!
"One minute!" he barked as he pushed the food bowl over to the door with his nose, while at the same time stepping on the peddle that opened the door. He looked up while still bury his mouth into the bowl of seemingly endless food.
"Wow. Simply wow. You must not have eaten anything for quite sometime, huh Master?" Samson gruffly asked while motioning with his thick brown fuzzy head.
"Haven't had anything to eat in about three hundred years, Dream Dimension time. That reminds me, what Dimension is this?" Morgan asked, finally getting the last of the food from the bowl into his mouth and munching happily.
"Dimension? What's a Dimension?" Samson asked while walking on the pale dirt path that led from Morgan's temporary house to the main village.
"Tell me you're kidding right? You... never mind... I just realized something here." Samson looked back bored, his brown eyes softly tracing his former master's body for any signs of damage, when he smelled something that made his fur stand on end.
"Master! You have things on you! What are they!?" he growled as he tackled Morgan to the floor.
"Seriously? We, literally, just got here, and already I'm in a fight!? The **** is your problem!?"
Samson backed off while whimpering. "I'm sorry Master, but I thought you brought something with you, other than your two friends, and I thought it was a danger. I am the Alpha dog here after all."
Morgan understood all about pack behavior and canine mentality. Samson was only trying to protect his loved ones from danger.
"It's okay, Nordafet, Credion, Reason, you guys can come on out now, I'm perfectly fine." Samson sat on his hind legs and puffed a few times, making his cheeks flap out occasionally.
"Where the **** are we this time!? Okay, first, it was a hilly grassy field, then an Old West town, then a giant robot battle, then a amusement park, then a grave yard filled with bats, then a forest, then another battlefield, then a three housed place - GOD! CAN WE JUST STAY IN ONE PLACE LONG ENOUGH FOR ME TO GET TO BE FRIENDS WITH SOMEONE!?" Nordafet hissed as he slipped out of the shadow that Morgans body cast.
"CAT ALERT!" Samson barked as he charged towards the Deom with a lightning quick ferocity and head butted the poor creature in the face with little effect as the Brindle Boxer went right through him.
"Yeah, that tends to happen." the Deom quipped as his long flexible tail wrapped around his body. "More to the point, why am I a cat?" Nordafet asked as he extended his claws and retracted them. "Never mind! I like this! Well I'll go tell the others that all three of us are now felines. This is going to be interesting none the less." Morgan felt his friend slide back into his shadow that led to his mind.
"We have bigger things to worry about then Cats at the moment." Sam ruffed quietly.
"Don't we always?" Morgan replied, howling at a passing bird that gave him the finger and pile drove him into the ground.
"Like them." smason laughed eagerly as he chased the bird into the distance.
"Hey! Wait up!" morgan howled happily.
Aneeh Arhem, the Chinese Crestid, had become enveloped in a cloud of ugliness so raging, so torrential, so devastating, that an army of bitchy supermodels on their periods were sent in, to counteract her ugliness.
"Ugh! Like, get a make over! And a boob job!" one woman said as her darkly tanned sking made her platinum blonde hair seem bright what in comparison.
"Or like, six of them!" two of the women said with snide looks of disapproval and raging fits of laughter. Aneeh simply licked them from crotch to face, and her saliva turned them into screeching old hags with four foot long drooping breasts and bald patches on their hairy Baboon like asses.
"Well... I guess this condition of mine works out for something." she whispered to herself sadly.
A small demonic looking Chihuahua burst form a fiery pit of damnation, and after eating a taco, it gave her a look of terrifying disgust, had a heart attack, and then burst into a puff of confetti. But in that confetti, Aneeh felt a strong foreboding feeling, like the return of someone she desperately did not want to see again.
'Dearest Grandfather wants to see you again my Lovable Daughter!' a cold thought flowed into her dog like mind with a tingling Spidersense.
"My Spider Sense is tingling!" she said to herself as she lowered her front and raised her rear and shot a giant metal harpoon out of her **** attached to several chains and flew off into the sun.
Antimo was in a death struggle with Mailcat as it had become known in this strange new Dimesnion.
"What's wrong? CAT got your tounge!?" it hissed as it smacked the clear liquid like Pug in the face with two sledge hammers, sending the small animal flying into the air, coincidentally knocking a nineteen fifties family out of the air as they were sitting down to enjoy a thanksgiving feast, made out of the man's Mother-in-law and cheesey poofs.
"YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT! DOG FARTING POWER!" Antimo roared as he struggled to regain the shape of his true form. But it was no use, he was stuck in this dog form until a greater threat arrived. Mailcat gained twenty five experience points for defeating Antimo the Pug and evolved into Fedora Cat, the ultimate form of Mailcat with the exception that it wore a fedora instead of a Mailman uniform.
"With this! I can rule this Dimension in no tim-"
"Acid web strike!" a friendly voice called out as a ball of smoking green webbing five times the size of Fedora Cat, exploded as soon as the ball had engulfed him.
"Green Spiderman is on the job!"
"Red Spiderman is burning up with the blaing passion of youth!"
"Blue Spiderman is **** depressed and is going to seek therapy for his various insecurities about running around in tights with two other guys!" the three voices rang out in unison.
"Oh crap, not these guys again." the Pug ruffed annoyed that the three worst enemies he'd ever face were landing right in front of him.
They were the Spiderman Brothers, each bitten with an elementally radiated spider in a high school musical, they have spent their lives annoying the crap out of the general populace for the last two minutes. And they also wore Red, Green and Blue Spiderman costumes, because they figured why not go with flare into battle.
"My passion is burning!" Red Spiderman said as his fists caught on fire with no effect to him what so ever.
"I'll melt your heart, and the rest of you while I'm at it at the same time!" Green Spiderman retorted, his webbing forming a beating heart.
"I'm going to go hang myself." Blue Spiderman said with a bit of anger in his voice. "No one understands me!"
Antimo was pissed off by this point and ripped their heads off with his hidden four hundred yotta power lever kamehamehack burning fury. "I hate Emo Spiderman!" the Pug retaliated. But just as the blast was about to connect, a black suited Spiderman flicked the blast away with his finger.
"I'm Emo Spiderman, I sing songs while crying and occasionally cut myself with my own webbing, to make sure that I'm part of a culturally dead society of costume wearing Midgets. And you're going to pay for almost not tearing their heads off." Emo Spiderman said as he bobbed his head to the music of what he thought was heavy metal, but it turned out to be a Kids Bop CD of Justin Timberlake's songs. Which pretty much had the same effect.
"Wow... so this is my Hell huh? INFINITE FACEBOOK SUPERPOKE WITH A GLASS OF RED WINE!" Antimo called out, but then instantly regretted it, after he mysteriously became aware that he had to poop.
"That is the power of Emo Spiderman! I make people want to poop!" Emo Spiderman shouted slightly depressed and tossing his hair out of his face. Red, Green and Blue Spiderman saw this as a threat to their masculine side and decided to combine their super robots to form White Spiderman.
"Have no need to fear, an Underdog copyright infringement is here!" White Spiderman said as Emo Spiderman locked on to his target and blinked.
While Antimo the Pug was busy trying to poop out a battleship attack, White and Emo Spiderman were locked in a death struggle of epic Scrabble like proportions.
"D,O,G triple letter score!" White Spiderman said as he plastered the face of Emo Spiderman with what was hopefully webbing and not some other substance. Emo Spiderman opened his ribcage as energy gathered into his black, withered, evil, and beating heart, and unleashed a CMT awards show so devastating, that not even Antimo had the manners to pinch off his attack as Garth Brooks presented best porno in a country music video about old people and cart lifting.
The result was devastating, as Garth Brooks was on stage covered in ****, Emo Spiderman had a thick layer of definitely not white webbing all over his body, and White Spiderman reverted back into Red, Green and Blue Spidermen, only to find out that after a substantial time, Blue Spiderman had hung himself, slit his wrists, and wrote a note declaring he was gay and could not live in such a destructive environment, that and hated hated Emo people while secretly being Emo Spiderman to begin with.
"Wow.... um... who are you then?" Red Spiderman said as the Pug yipped, growled, barked, and struggled to push a two ton anchor out of his sphincter. Needless to say, it was a complete and utter failure, as he now struggled to get around while a two hundred megaton Warship was connected to his ****.
He felt **** macho about this. Meanwhile, Emo Spiderman turned out to be the real Blue Spiderman, and proved to his brother thus by saying
"The tidal wave of my strength shall wash the Evil's out of any harbor I come into port with!" this confused Red Spiderman and his promptly set his blue brother on fire.
"Burning web strike: Crotch shot of death!" Red Spiderman cried out as Napalm like webbing covered his brother. Who also happened to be a Tibetan Monk being chased by the Chinese Google Police.
'**** this..." Antimo the pug thought to himself as the warship, still being connected to his **** via two ton anchor, fired off an Apoopalyptic hail of fire that burned the very countryside manner for rich old white people with stuffy families. This happened to be the very continent Antimo had landed on, and he soon heard from the surviving families Lawyers for endangering the wildlife with live ammunition, when the legal limit was only a nuclear holocaust of Pidgeon crap.
Alex had defeated Rho, Rhos clones, and was now in a desperate battle against Sho, and she used her abilities to stop his every attack.
"Alpha, Omega, Pi, Xi!"
"Pi, Xi, Omega, Nu!" Sho replied, sending an opposite current running through the ground that ripped through Alex's legs, sending him flying into a stone pillar that had been built like a redwood tree.
It had been three days since Rho had been defeated and joined them. It had also been two days and twelve hours since Pi had the stupid idea of challenging Sho, on the theory that if she were defeated, the other Fragments under her would join up with them.
"Omega Alpha, Rho, Xi!" Alex roared as snake like chains shot from his palms, wrapping themselves around Sho's waist and arms.
"Eta, Phi, Chi, Psi!" Sho whispered as blocks of ice hurtled towards Alex with amazing speed.
'Alex, quick, use the shield combo!' Rho urgently pleaded.
'I don't know what the shield combo is Rho! I'm just calling out random names at the point!' the priest replied, until he remembered what he was. "Beato angeli, mi difendere scudo con la tua grazia!!" Alex prayed to the heavens as his crucifix glowed with a heavenly light. The blocks of ices, as large as small cars, pounded against the invisible barrier and shattered into smaller chunks and repeated the process till the rain of ice was over.
"Very impressive," she commented. "Using both the combos, and your own latent power? Now show me this power of your lord and savior! Eta, Tau, San!" Sho roared as large worms of Bullet Bills ten miles high, and one mile in radius burst through the ground several hundred feet away from the two.
"Rho, Pi, Xi!
Gli dei beati giudizio dei malvagi!" Alex said, using both his powers as a priest, and the combos.
But this time, the shield began cracking as the first of hundreds of bus sized bullets slammed into Alex. Sweat began to form on his forehead as he saw what it was he was fighting for the first time. And it made him worry all the the more. The bullet belt monsters twisted together and formed a Gatling Anaconda with twelve heads. The red targeting eyes on each one focused on a single point and began unloading their ammunition on the shield, driving him further and further away with each impact. Alex had to do something, and something fast.
Dio, tu sei l'alfa e l'omega, il principio e la fine, visualizzare il tuo vero potere prima che il non credente!" he said as the barrier began to crack away. The priest held fast and did nothing, as the last volley of bullets rocketed his way with only a mile to go. The hair on the humans neck started to rise as his heart began to pound. The volley was three quarters of a mile from the target. Bits and pieces of lightning seemed to shoot through the ground and slam into the nearby pillars, forming a safety net around the Preacher.
The bullets were half a mile away. The net sparked and snapped, roared with the power of God almighty, and his army of angels, Sho did not blink an eye.
"Pathetic Deity. You are no match for us! We are of the Gods of Mount Olympus! You are one, while we are many! Sho, Eta, Tau, Phi, Chi, Psi, San!" the Fragment roared as the Gatling Anaconda burst into ten trillion tiny blades and whipped themselves into thousands of hurricanes with eleven thousand mile an hour winds.
Alex, in a moment of panic, said the only thing that could possibly make sense in his moment of truth. He grabbed a nearby Oak walking stick, and slammed it into the ground as a cloak of leaves covered his body, and a bunch of white hair grew on his face.
"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" the Priest raged as he swung the walking stick around, and much to his relief, the lightning net swirled into a vast and almost galactic sized hurricane of pure electricity. Sho's eyes watered from the sheer energy that was pouring out, and fell to her knees, but struggled to get back onto even one foot.
"Sh-" Sho was interrupted as ten funnels of lightning slammed through her body.
Twenty thousand strikes shot through every atom of her body, sending unreal amounts of pain and self discovery about herbal stimulants through her mind.
The lightning formed a giant adorable female puppy who had to use the bathroom, and squatted right over Sho, a planet covering vagibeam shot through every conceivable dimension surround her existence.
The Priest called out as the ungodly amount of electricity started to funnel into Sho's eyes, mouth, ears, nose, butt and vagina, send even more mind breaking pain through the very core of her being.
He continued as the lightning snapped her bones, seared her flesh, cooked her muscles, and charred her bones with the very force of life itself.
The priest had no idea that the power of this magnitude resided within the various combination's.
He made a note to not abuse it in this way again.
"In the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit!"
Ten thousand trillion crosses slammed through the Fragment's already broken body, as it struggled to heal itself from so many injuries all at once.
"REPENT!" he said as he calmly walked over and kicked her twitching body hard in the throat, snapping her neck and finishing the fight.
The lighning finished its destruction and disappeared all at once while Alex fell to his knees, the strain of the fight taxing his mind a great deal. He looked at the body of Sho as it faded into the ground in a flurry of red polygons.
"Is that proof of my strength Sho?" he asked as he collapsed.