Fiesty Friend

Moving closer Clair had time to admire the creature. 'Such a magnificent design. Whether it was god or evolution that a tiger was created from, it is truly brilliant. If I had to make a guess I would say it resembles a Bengal tiger.' A vibrant orange fur accented by black stripes and a white underbelly. Their face sculpted to be fierce and stealthy. Mighty teeth used to cut into the neck of prey. Eyes that convey a proud demeanor. Even if you are a dog person you have to admire the tiger's beauty. As an active human killer herself Clair can appreciate one of the last creatures to hunt humans.

'Wait should I be singing this things praises I am a dog now? And this bastard stole our kill a bit ago. But should I kill it? Won't another one just take its place? Then I am left fighting off a stronger one. If I keep this one alive it might be injured enough to pose little to no threat at that point. Let's at least see if it can move then.'

Inching closer Clair was trying to be stealthy. As the boar taught her even a defeated creature can still put up a fight. Right at ten feet, the tiger spotted her. Immediately it trained its eyes on her position. Clair chuckled to herself. 'I don't know what beat you up but they sure did a number on you.'

Even laying down you could see the damage that was dealt to the tiger. Numerous claw marks ran down the side of its fur. Some were light others quite deep. Bite marks that just missed the neck. The tiger looked worse for wear. 'Now can you move or not how do I test this?' Taking note of what was near her she decided to poke it with a stick. 'This would make it at least retaliate right?'

*snap

Using her mouth to break a branch off a tree she started moving it towards the tiger. 'It is not reacting just looking at me. Getting a closer look you are a girl huh? How lucky for you to be this huge. Doubt any boy tigers can harras you at this size.'

*Growl

Ether fed up with being poked by a stick or trying to be defensive the tiger started growling. While still intimidating it was weak. Clair could tell the tiger had no energy to deal with her. Using the branch to bonk it on the head a couple of times she might have been having a little too much fun playing with the tiger.

'I've decided to keep it. I know it's a lot of responsibility but I think I can handle it. Always wanted a cat, but the question is how will I take care of it? Also, it might try and kill me. Decisions decisions, I'll just play it by ear and hope for the best. (Idiom: to do something without special preparation) Moving to the back of the tiger Clair figured she could pick it up like any other cat.

The tiger not having much energy did not even turn its head. 'Must think I am going to finish the job, Ooo wrong you are my new pet yonk.' Gently grabbing the back of the neck she started to drag the tiger back to her cave.

Halfway back to her cave the tiger realized something was up and started to struggle and growl a bit. Not one to show weakness she laid the tiger down and promptly stepped on its throat. Putting enough pressure to choke it. After doing that a couple of times the tiger stopped being fussy.'Am I a bad owner? Na, only giving it tough love. More importantly, what should I name it?'

Looking down at her new pet she could not decide on a name. Mentally sighing. 'Let's wait until it survives more than a week no point in getting attached.'

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'This is why you don't feed stray cats. You give them some food and they never leave you alone after that. Get off damn it.' Struggling out of a fur prison Clair reflected on the last month. 'It was fine at first, make sure to feed it, check if she died while I was sleeping. Easy stuff but now this cat won't give me space. Why do you need to try and fit your fat ass in my cave! It was barely big enough for me. Now I have to fight my way through fur each morning. I don't know if I was happier when it was trying to kill me or now. Even when I gave up and ran away she still found me. Turns out it's hard to hide from a big cat on an island. Fuck it, no point in worrying about it. Usually worrying about the pain of something is worse than the pain itself. I can at least have a couple of free hours in the morning, good thing about nocturnal hunters. Especially a fat one that sleeps right after she eats.'

Strolling through the jungle Clair liked to take a dip in the ocean each morning. She figured it was a small slice of humanity she can keep. There are a lot of things she can no longer do as a dog but a bath is doable. As long as she dodges sea monsters.

'Why did brains not evolve inside the body instead of the head? You can send signals through the body to move your feet or arms so it's not distance. Is it because without the head living would be pointless? Hmmmmmm.' Like most people bath time was fraught with random thoughts. Even if she could not properly clean, hell she did not have any soap.

'Hmmm?' Feeling something run into her she was confused. Most fish avoid her existence aside from the ones that try and eat her. 'Stupid drift wood' She thought.

Getting up to move out of the way she spotted the culprit. 'A fruit? How the hell did this even register through my fur also why is it so weird...It cant be.' A realization finally hit Clair. 'Huge animals, Ocean monsters, fruit with swirls. Am I in One piece? The show I used to watch as a kid??? could this just be a weird fruit? They are supposed to be purple right why is this one yellow?'

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For the past two hours, Clair has been staring at the fruit on the beach. The only real way to tell if she is in the One Piece world is sitting right in front of her. 'If I eat it and nothing happens then I am just a random giant fox. I could also get weird powers that would prove I'm in a really silly world. Wrought with pirates and a government that uses them to keep themselves in power. Even a child can see that without the pirates the government would be going through civil wars like crazy. Hopefully, this is nothing but a weird ocean fruit. Even if by the off chance this is a devil fruit, what if it is one of the shitty ones? My luck there is some fruit that lets you change your shoes on command and it ends up in my belly.

'Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,Fuck,Fuck,Fuck,Fuck,Fuck,Fuck,Fuck,Fuck, fine!' left with either never knowing or eating it she decided to go with the latter. Slowly she grabbed the fruit and got it into her mouth. leaving it just sitting on her tongue she was nervous to take that last step. Every fan of the show knows that once you eat it you have it for life.

'Bleh.' That was disgusting' Finally building up the courage she took the dive. Each bite was worse than the last.'If that is not a devil fruit I want a refund random ocean fruit!

Waiting a respectable 10 minutes Clair could not feel any change in her body. She did not feel like a rubber person or gain the ability to shoot fire from her hands nothing. 'Whew, at least I confirmed it. I'm just the same old Clair I always was.'

Like saying a spell she started changing rapidly. The jungle she once dwarfed started to get farther and farther away. "I have thumbs?" Clair could almost jump for joy. "These are hands oh my god. No, wait this makes it real then. WHAT FRUIT DID I JUST EAT?" She screamed.