Your mouth open and closes silently, too shocked to speak for a moment until, "What?" you ask in disbelief.
The dog rolls her amber eyes for a moment and lets out a sigh of frustration before repeating herself, "I said you have to pet me."
Aubrey's folded ears perk forward attentively, waiting to see if you'll cave into her awkward demands. Her luxurious curly fur, a rosy shade of gold, shines with a cleanly luster in the mid-afternoon light. The dog obviously took care of her coat, lovingly lathering it with special shampoos and anthro perfumes. In fact, Aubrey's fur looks incredibly soft and tempting, it probably smells nice too! However, you frown, the prospect of petting her just makes you feel uncomfortable... Was it some kind of sexual thing?
"Aubrey," you say gently, "I really don't think I should do that."
The dog's amber eyes narrow slightly, "You have to pet me, Anon." she insists, an authoritative edge creeping into her feminine voice.
Aubrey watches your features intently, judging whether or not she has to pull out her trump card. The anthro dog wears a plaid vest over her short sleeved blouse, both articles of clothing cling to her frame and accentuate the curves of her pleasant figure. The soft green colors of Aubrey's vest compliment the dog's golden, curly fur and match the green fabric of the pleated skirt she wears, the hem of which falls to just above her furry knees.
The dog decides to pull out all the stops, willing to do anything if it means getting her way, "You have to pet my head, it's part of my culture." Aubrey demands before quickly adding, "You also have to call me a good girl."
A grimace crosses your face as you protest, "I'm not doing that—"
"You will," she interrupts, "Or else I'll tell everyone on campus that you're a racist."
Aubrey continues before you can speak to defend yourself, "Don't be a bigot, Anon. All you have to do is pet my head."
The threat makes you pause in shock. A false accusation like that could really hurt you,