There, she was getting some much-needed water. He couldn't imagine a five-day dehydration felt particularly pleasant. But she wasn't even gulping, good! He didn't like being vomited on, as a general principle. He was easier to clean off than most dogs, being capable of just shifting back into someone without fur, but... seriously, ew.
The idea of him being a meta-canine was amusing to him. A lot of people had come to a similar conclusion: he was some kind of intelligent cryptid canine, living in the desert. No one had ever phrased it quite that way, but he supposed she wasn't wrong. Preferable by far to that sort of weird tiny cult that had sprung up in the city. It only had a few members, from what he knew about it, but at least one of them was someone he'd slept with, and the entire concept made him deeply uncomfortable. It was literally demon worship, and being the demon involved just made things worse. Meta-canine was better. Nicer. More natural, even though he didn't think there was anything natural about him.
Then she sort of tilted her head to the side, and commented on his, uh. Maleness. Indignant, he sat down with a huff. Rude. Not that it helped things any. It's not like he was wearing trousers. He laid down to more effectively shield himself from her curious view. He'd need to give her a few minutes to drink and settle her stomach before they took off again, anyway, or once again he'd run the risk of being puked on.
The idea of him being a meta-canine was amusing to him. A lot of people had come to a similar conclusion: he was some kind of intelligent cryptid canine, living in the desert. No one had ever phrased it quite that way, but he supposed she wasn't wrong. Preferable by far to that sort of weird tiny cult that had sprung up in the city. It only had a few members, from what he knew about it, but at least one of them was someone he'd slept with, and the entire concept made him deeply uncomfortable. It was literally demon worship, and being the demon involved just made things worse. Meta-canine was better. Nicer. More natural, even though he didn't think there was anything natural about him.
Then she sort of tilted her head to the side, and commented on his, uh. Maleness. Indignant, he sat down with a huff. Rude. Not that it helped things any. It's not like he was wearing trousers. He laid down to more effectively shield himself from her curious view. He'd need to give her a few minutes to drink and settle her stomach before they took off again, anyway, or once again he'd run the risk of being puked on.
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