Willow

Willow, kneeling by your side, looks down at you and smiles.

"Aww, Puppy, wants to play with me, even after all the pain I've caused {if@ Male==true}him{else}her{endif}."

"That's okay," says Tara, getting to her feet and walking back to the bed. "I'll go play with Pussy. Tell {if@ Male==true}him he's{else}her she's{endif} a bad dog for not choosing me."

"Such a bad dog," says Willow, climbing onto your stomach once again. "Good dogs get treats," she says, with a lick of her lips. "But bad dogs, well, they need to be punished, severely. Is that what you want?"

You open your mouth to speak, but she places her hand over it.

"You don't get to speak," she tells you, shaking her head. "You're a Puppy," she says, smiling, "you only get to howl. Oh, how I'll make you howl."

She removed her hand from your mouth, and strokes her finger along your body.

"Now, where shall we begin?"