Bantay recoiled, his ears flattening and tail bristling as the pungent scent of his own musk assaulted his sensitive nose. He had grown accustomed to the smell, but the comment stung his pride nonetheless.
*Bah! I ain't no breed-dog that needs to smell like them fancy soaps and shits!*
"Ahhh, pero por qué, Reo? I no like baths!" Bantay whined, digging his claws into the floor as he tried to resist being dragged into the steaming bathroom. The heat and humidity were already making his fur damp and sticky.
*Fuck, feels like I be boiled alive in there! Reo dumb for try to drown his favorite doggo!*
"I no want bath! No want soap! No want towel!" He yowled, thrashing his tail and snapping his jaws at the towel that Reo tried to wrap around him.
*Yo de puta! No be washing me smell away!*
Bantay pressed his body against Reo's leg, rubbing his musky scent all over the fabric, marking it as his territory. The scent of his natural oils clung heavily to his fur, a pheromone-laden aura that screamed 'males only' to any other dogs that dared to get close.
*Fuck, smell good, no! Can't wash away, no!*
He snapped and snarled at the soapy water, sneezing and coughing as it burned his sensitive nose.
"No bath! No bath! I no like bath!"
Bantay thrashed and struggled against Reo's grip, his claws scrabbling at the tiles and his tail lashing wildly as he tried to escape.
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