Good Boy: Ciel Phantomhive x Male reader

Morning

Y/N's P.O.V

The sun glare through the window I rubbed my eyes with my hands I glance at my hands "I have thumbs!" I shot up from the queen-sized bed I stumble and brace myself on the windowpane "I feel weird!" I study how the body works stretching my knees I collapsed as I tried to walk I glimpse up from the carpet I'm facing the tall mirror. E/C eyes and my fur was replaced with H/C locks there was a knock on the door that I barked at "It's Dash," I crawled to the door "What do you want, show dog!" his face turn red and he throws fabric at my face and ran away "You dead bastard!" I scurried after him down the hall to a kitchen where the woman from Yesterday drank her tea I tackle Dash "I'll kill you," she flushes and cover her face "Please after we save London," I shot her a glare "What happened to me?" she sighs "The potion turned you human," I pierce Dash's neck with my nails who struggled under my weight "Turn me back!" she rolls her eyes shoving back into the room "Put the clothes on first," I set the clothes on my head "I'm done," she rubs her temples "Dash, please help Y/N dress," Dash gulps "He tried to murder me on the kitchen's floor," she glares at me "Behave Y/N," I scoff.

Dash's P.O.V

After an hour of struggling with Y/N, I give up with a bruised nose the mistress comes back in the room where Y/N dress "How do I poop in this?" she chuckles "You don't you poop in bathrooms," I swallow knowing Y/N will poop in the sink "Do you want breakfast?" his eyes twinkle as he races to the kitchen holding mistress's hand "Your such a child," he pouts as he received porridge "Where's the protein?" she rolls her eyes handing him a small dish of blueberries and raspberries "I can fry you an egg, but first eat your porridge," he grumbles gulping down his porridge halted by the mistress "You need to eat slower, here's a spoon," he chuckles at the spoon and continues to eat fast "Y/N, your eating faster than the queen," he slams the bowl on table making a loud "What's a queen?" I gasp "You don't know your highness Victoria," the mistress raises a brow at me "How do you know about the queen?" I beam until Y/N responses "He's a purse dog," I glare "Excuse me, I'm too big to be a purse," he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand "I could cram you into a bag," I pale "I hope that's a joke," he grins "This spoon looks a bit deadly to me," I raise a brow a him "I need to teach you manners," he scoffs "Manners, I'm not a woman," Mistress smacks him on the back of his head "Please do," he laughed and stands up "I have a date with a rug," I glare at him and lead him to the restroom.

 "What this weird room?" I sigh "Bathroom," I lock the door and wait to hear his laughter fill the room "This is amazing it flings around everywhere," he walked out the hand to my surprise finding the bathroom covered in urine "Mistress!" I call out as she comes running seeing the bathroom grabbing Y/N by the ear "Young man, clean your mess up," he smirks and walks away "Lady's job to clean," I glare "Are sure you want to save London with him?" she sighs and I help up the mess "I expected this, I'm surprised how much manners you have Dash," I shrug "I had a family he didn't," she nods "Were you stolen?" I frown "At a dog show," she pouts "Are you able to help me save London, I change you back into a dog?" I smile "I will help you Vicky would be sad, but she'll understand," her honey eyes embrace me with comfort "Thank you Dash," my heart went fluttering "I wouldn't leave you with Y/N," I eye Y/N rolling on the ground in the grand room she chuckles "I see Y/N was trying to mark his territory," I chortle "It seems so,".

We were whistled into her office "We'll be visiting a friend of mine," it was the late afternoon when we rode in the carriage "Mistress, where are all your servants?" she chuckles "I have a gardener, and coachmen," Y/N scoffs "Pet," mistress glares at him "Be respectful Y/N," he rolls his eyes "What is there to respect?" she sighs "I should've left you at home," he smiles "It's not too late to turn back woman," she smirks "Maybe their butler could help you with your manners," I gulped as they bickered.