Yes! You saved her! You saved her by getting big! It was super cool! You get big so you can show her how.
"Whaa!" Winslow shouts in surprise and flops onto the ground again when you get big. Now that you think of it, when you get big, you get big quick! It's almost like you're exploding outward. It's so cool!
Winslow looks up at you with eyes wide open. "Holy shit. That's a big dog…"
Yes! You are big! But you're not a dog, you're a puppy! You must remind Winslow of that! Quick, puppy kisses!
"Eep!" Winslow sees you moving in for the kisses and tries to scramble away but it's too late! Nobody can escape when a puppy wants to lick their face! Similar to the last time, Winslow tells you to stop but you ignore her. No mercy!
At least, no mercy until you accidentally lick a place that isn't her face and get the bad-taste evil goop on your tongue again. As soon as that happens, you freeze, flop over and start whining. It tastes so bad! You start licking the ground to get it off your tongue.
"What are you…" Winslow shakes her head, smiling slightly. "You're just a big, dumb puppy, aren't you?"
Hey! You're not dumb! You're smart! You rescued Winslow, didn't you? And you can read and you know that ABB isn't a real word and you know not to lick gross stuff…
Oh…
Maybe you are kind of dumb…
Winslow sighs. "Come here, you big lump. Let's see if we can get your tongue clean."
You whine some more but you get up and do as Winslow says. You stick out your tongue and she wipes it off with one of the few bits of her shirt that doesn't have goop on it already. You immediately taste the difference and move to give Winslow thank you kisses.
"Whoa! Hey boy, hold up." Winslow holds up her hands and blocks your approach. "Remember what happened last time?"
Yeah! Last time you gave her kisses and it was fun and you made her happy and then you got bad-taste goop on your tongue and… oh. Right. Oopsy.
Feeling depressed, you lie down and look up at Winslow. Not really sure what to do without the option of licking your friend's face, you start to whine quietly.
"What, no. Nooooo, not the puppy-dog-eyes…" Winslow looks away but you keep looking at her mournfully.
Eventually she looks back. "Stop that. You can't lick me. You'll get sick."
You keep whining.
"You can't. Seriously." Winslow sighs again. "Look, how about I scratch your ears instead?"
You immediately perk up and bark once happily. Yes! Ear scratchies! That's almost as good as belly rubs! You pad over to her and sit beside down, panting at her expectantly. Winslow reaches out to start the pettings but stops when she sees her hand, still covered in evil goop.
"Oh. Right, I need a shower." Winslow blinks several times and to your confusion, tears start to fall from her eyes. "I-I need a… a show and I n-need to call dad a-and the police or an ambulance and oh god. Oh dear god."
No! Winslow, don't cry! She's safe and out of the goop box and she has a puppy! She should be happy! You nuzzle her face, careful not to lick and get the bad taste again, but she collapses on top of you, sobbing into your fur. You don't mind, even if she is getting tears and goop all over your fluffy soft fur. You'll be there for her as long as she needs.
After Winslow recovers, what will she do? Whatever happens, you will accompany her.
[] Call her father
[] Call the authorities
[] Take a shower
[] Walk home
So I got a new full time job and it is of course eating into my writing time. Updates will be slowed as a matter of course. However, it's only a temp thing, so after a few weeks I'll be back to writing full time.