A Tracer-flavored chew toy.

Terri started getting a little nervous herself. If Amaterasu needed to tinkle, then a convention center hallway was hardly the place to do it. Where would she go? Figures this would happen right after her owner left...

Ammy whined again and pressed her cold nose against Terri's hand. "What do you need, girl? I don't speak your- eep!"

Terri yelped as the dog shoved its snout right into her crotch. "Whoa, there, girl!" she said, trying to push Ammy's face away from her privates. "What's gotten into you?"

After a few futile seconds of struggling to push Ammy away, Terri was getting very, very embarrassed. This dog was sniffing at the stitching on her supplex crotch piece like it was some kind of treat, and it must have looked absolutely scandalous to an observer. Without warning, the dog nipped Terri's costume right on the seam. A jolt of fear raced through Terri's mind. Enough was enough.

"Bad doggie! Bad!" Terri said, giving one mighty shove on Ammy's head. Finally, reluctantly, the dog relented. "Seriously. What rubbish are you trying to pull here? No more of that!"

Ammy whined and sat on her hind legs. Terri sighed. It was the dog's first convention, just like her. She couldn't stay mad at such a cute doggie.

Unfortunately, that cute doggie had punched a hole in her costume's stitching right over her crotch. Her leggings were sewn together on two sides and connected in the middle with a long piece of fabric; if the crotch seams came undone, the whole ensemble would split in two.

From the looks of things, Terri's yellow leggings would be just fine. The hole was tiny; it was only as big as Ammy's tooth. No one would be able to see it between her legs when she was standing up, anyway, unless they had Lynn's eye for detail. But if Terri spread her legs too wide or stretched too far, the stitching might just start to pull apart...

Terri clamped her legs tight together. She'd just play it safe.