It's easy to lose yourself in a wild night...

It's a common problem at Café Plaisir. You tell yourself you'll just get one drink, you'll only chat to a waiter or two - you'll just, you'll only, you won't forget...

And then, you're wrapped in legs and tail in some bed you've barely noticed, in a room you've hardly seen. Crotch-to-crotch with some tantalising girl that caught your eye - and how much of your wallet? - you spin and tumble through the hedonic world of sex and pleasure...

Paws grasp at your back. Claws rake at your hide. You turn her, roll her over, stare into her gleaming yellow eyes as you thrust over and over into a willing and eager spade. She gasps something between breathless pants - you forget it as soon as you hear it. Bedsheets tumble, pillows are tossed aside in reckless abandon.

Outside the fogged window, stars spin across the inky blankness. The moon sinks behind the horizon. The night es you both by; they charge hourly here, don't they? Is that the dawn, peaking through the trees?

The feeble grasp it held on your attention is severed in an instance. You forget the hours once more, wrapping yourself around this dark dog, burying yourself in her coarse fur, burying yourself in her tight folds. You stop noticing the sun. You stop noticing her pants. You think of nothing, only the pleasure ruling your mind now, rising, crescendoing in one great climax...

...

...you're sitting on the floor, panting, covered in sweat. You're staring at her - but she's not staring at you. She's looking down, to just above her crotch - to the bulging, throbbing outline of your knot, deep inside her. And, stretching the spade around it, the base gleams with drips of pale white seed...

She looks up - and now she's staring at you.

"What did I say...?" she says, her voice oddly soft for such a wild girl.

You open your mouth.

"What did I just say!?" She spits the words past a deep, guttural snarl.

You don't .

Her muzzle wrinkles, eyes piercing into you, red irises flaring in contempt.

"...You... are in BIG fucking trouble..."