So, you’ve found yourself wondering “how did I get here”?

You were only trying to make some extra money as a tutor — how could you have known that answering such an innocuous Furslist ad would lead you to where you sit now?

“I should have seen this coming.” You think to yourself.

Sydney had greeted you with her parents the first time you met — the dalmatian pup was sweet, innocent-seeming and spoke with a sugary tone between cheerful giggles. Her parents told you repeatedly how grateful they were for finding you, and apologized after requesting to occasionally extend the tutoring sessions if their meetings went on too long. The prospect of extra payment enticed you and you happily agreed; only to briefly catch the sly grin the young girl was making up at you.

The sessions started out how you’d expect — with an old, beaten up textbook, deep sighs and finger-tapping. Sydney was disinterested in the subjects, of course; the amount of times she rolled her eyes while you explained something could have been turned into a math problem of its own. Yet, at the same time, she had an enthusiasm about her that you couldn’t quite pin down the source of. It wasn’t until the first time her parents left you alone with her in the house that you started to suspect where that enthusiasm came from. Turns out that it wasn’t enthusiasm after all… it was anticipation.

I mean, really, how could you have known?

Maybe you should have been suspicious when she would brush by you just a little too closely, slowing down as her backside slid across your crotch. Or maybe from all those times she would bend over in her short skirt, lifting up her tail and looking back at you with a smirk when she saw you looking.

Or maybe you should have known when Sydney started insisting on sitting on your lap during her tutoring sessions; distracting you with her gentle, rhythmic hip motions as you desperately tried to teach her algebra. Or, instead, maybe it should have been when she started giving out subtle, soft gasps between those motions.

Or, maybe, it should have been the damp spot on your jeans she always left behind.

Truth is, you did see this coming — you just pretended you didn’t it until you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

But, this time, you weren’t able to hide how much it turned you on. This time, she noticed.

Now, here she was in front of you, poised on all fours begging you to take her as she whimpers and wags her tail eagerly.

So, the question is… What are you going to do?

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