Of course!

Shrugging, I tossed the loffa aside. "If that's what you want, puppy-girl," I teased. Blackfire looked ready to protest the nickname when I began to work the shampoo into her hair. I took the time to scratch behind her ears as well. Her tail began to wag vigorously. Blushing in embarrassment, she grabbed it, trying to make it stop.

After rinsing the shampoo from her hair, I worked on lathering her body with soap. She closed her eyes, sighing as I worked her over. Grinning, I began to soap up her tits. Her eyes shot open. "J...John!" she cried out, startled. In reply, I began to make sure my palms were really rubbing her stiff nipples. She moaned, her tail now thumping loudly against the side of the tub.

Turning to me, Blackfire licked my cheek "John, stop teasing me. Get in this tub and REALLY play with me," she demanded/begged. She was losing control of herself. Her right hand was buried between her legs, rubbing herself and she kept licking my face and hands. It seemed that the hornier she got, the more she gave into her new canine instincts.