"I... I don't want to be eaten," you whimper quietly, looking at the terrier helplessly. He grins.
"Perfect," he says softly, skillfully undoing his belt and pants with one hand while the other remains wrapped securely around your wrist. He slides down his pants and boxers, exposing a short, furry sheath. You blink at it, a little curious despite the horror. I... Huh. I can't say I have any experience with this... Blowjobs, sure. Dog dicks? Not so much.
He gives your hand an impatient tug. You stumble forward, face brushing lightly against the fuzzy sheath. You grimace, pulling away hurriedly. I can't believe I'm about to do this, you lament internally as you bring your free hand up to rub his sheath lightly.
