"Oh, that's not necessary," he utters with a little laugh, sitting up and giving you a pat on the shoulder. "You really should rest as much as possible."
"No, really! I mean it. You saved my life, and I want to thank you in any way I can..." You think for a moment or two, and you're a little embarrassed when all that you can think of is sex. It didn't take long for you to be brainwashed into a toy, you realize. That makes you cringe.
"What if-- what if I..." You think for a while, your eyes drifting away from him as goth puzzle over your predicament. Then, it hits you. "I know. I can cook you breakfast."
"Really, you don't have to do anything," he says, his voice lowering with concern. "You're probably exhausted, and--"
"No. I'm going to cook you breakfast," you tell him. You must look pretty serious about it, because he finally relents and helps you into the kitchen. He shows you where everything is, then sits down at the table, watching you work.
"So," you hum, glancing at him over your shoulder. "How long have you been on the island? Are you.... human? Like me?"
"Uh-- human, yes. I can't really remember how long it's been since I got here... but it feels like it's been forever." You frown and return your attention to his breakfast, doing your best to not scramble or burn the eggs.
"Where'd you get those ears?"
"Ah, it's a long story," he says, sounding a little sheepish. "I was in a predicament sort of like yours before-- but I guess I wasn't exciting enough for the slaver. He was going to make me into a wolf-morph, but he didn't get any farther than the ears and tail before I escaped." You listen, nodding as he continues. Then, you pause.
"Does it hurt? Changing like that?"
"Yeah. It hurts. But it also feels really good, in a weird way. Masochism is a common thread in this area of the island."
"And what about reversals?"
"Like, becoming all human again?" You nod, and he sighs. "Well. It's very difficult. You can't really do it to yourself, unless you changed yourself to begin with. The only way to get back to normal again is to have the person who first changed you, change you back. Make sense? It's a nasty trap."
"So I'm guessing there's no getting rid of the tail and ears, huh?"
"Not unless I want to be bent over and kept on a leash again," he utters. Then, he smiles a little. "Anyway, I sort of like them. They've grown on me. Uh... metaphorically speaking."
You can't help but laugh at that. For a while, you focus on cooking. Eventually, you sit down and place a plate in front of him, and he wastes no time in devouring the food. He really is sort of adorable. A hero doggy boy. That's unique. You're guessing most people don't get saved by somebody like that on a daily business.
You guys chat happily over breakfast, and enjoy each other's company for the rest of the morning. Eventually, he pats you on the head, grinning.
"You can stay here as long as you need, okay? My house is open to you. Feel free to explore the place." He grins and trails off to the bedroom without another word.