Yes.

You can't bring yourself to look away from the saucer, feeling hungrier the longer you stare at it. On your hands and knees with your face inches from the viscous white liquid, you gently lower your head, lips slowly parting for your tongue as you bring it closer and closer. You're already salivating, but you're pretty sure you shouldn't be.

The tip of your tongue dips into the bowl, and you lap up a little taste of the stuff. Your suspicions are confirmed: it's cum. The taste sits in your mouth with an increasing amount of saliva as you turn to give the blonde girl an uncertain look. She just smiles, and as the bell rings once more, you reflexively swallow down the stuff.

The urge to lap up some more overtakes your aversion to doing so, and you lower your face to the little saucer once more. You find the fact that there isn't very much to eat of little comfort as each lick is both unnerving, and strangely satisfying. Your tongue scoops up the cum, and your **** only lasts long enough to get it smeared over your lips on the way in. By the time you've eaten most of it, the tip of your nose and chin sport slimy strands of cum that your tongue can't quite reach.

As you lick the sides of the saucer clean, the urge fades, and you start to think about what you just swallowed. At the same time, you notice the dog-girl has woken up, and is now looking to the saucer as she crawls over in something of a daze.

She doesn't hesitate to stick her face in the empty bowl and sniff around, apparently trying to lick up any drops left. When she doesn't find anything, her nose leads her to your face, causing you to lean back by her sudden approach. She follows, painted nose inches from your own, and you can see a glimmering light in her wide brown eyes as close as they are, as well as smell the breath from her panting mouth. Her tongue quickly comes up and licks the cum from your nose, causing you to lean back even further and fall onto your back.

The dog-girl is determined to continue, crawling over you and leaning down to lap at your face some more. Her tongue cleans the mess from your nose, lips and chin, and you find it difficult to resist. She goes even further and shoves her tongue into your mouth, using it to scour every inch in a sloppy, one-sided kiss. You can taste her breath now, along with her copious amounts of drool. Any attempt at an objection is muffled by her mouth, but you suppose it would only be meowing anyway.

The bell on her collar rings with each enthusiastic lick. A glance through the curtain of brown hair above you lets you see the blonde girl laying back blithely, paying you little attention for the moment, and you start to feel as though acting against your own collar isn't impossible.