road to transformation

What he had thought was a playful move, one that would be safe, proved to be the opposite. Her resounding growl and wrenching of her tail from his grasp leaves his ears falling backward. Even as her tail flops back over his face so that his vision is obscured, a growl emanates from his own throat. Why would she not let him do something for her? Frustrated, Gil lets out a grumbling noise until he feels her claws press against his cheek.

His eyes go wide as his head is turned, skin rubbing against the floor. Her seething words of disdain bring another growl from his throat as he presses back into her claws until blood seeps slowly from opened skin. "I was worthy enough before. Twice at least from the looks of how many pups we have running around," his muzzle wrinkles, words slightly muffled from the pressure of her paw against his face. "One mistake does not make a man a failure for the rest of his life," Gil says, attempting to move her tail from his face with a free paw. "I'm not suggesting anything that you wouldn't be comfortable with. It can be anything your heart desires," whatever it may be. A massage, a grooming, just being there to a lay beside, walking her home, picking up her shit, he doesn't care, it was her choice.