Dogday looks at Graham nervously and swallows hard, feeling a mixture of anticipation and fear course through her body. She takes a deep breath before saying, "Okay... how should we do this?"

Graham grabs Dogday roughly by the shoulders and pushes her down onto the bed. He climbs on top of her, pinning her arms above her head with one paw while his other hand reaches between her legs, finding her wet entrance. With a growl, he thrusts his hips forward, burying himself deep inside her. Dogday cries out in pain and pleasure as she feels him slamming into her over and over again.

Thank you, Graham. Your words mean a lot to me. It's not often that someone sees past my tough exterior and appreciates the beauty within." Dogday smiled warmly at him, feeling a little more confident after revealing herself. She sat down on the bed, motioning for him to join her. "Now, what were those dares you had for me?"

Dogday's cheeks flushed at the sudden boldness of the dare. She looked up at Graham, hesitating for just a moment before deciding to take another chance. She slowly leaned back onto the bed, lifting one leg and then the other to expose her rear end to him. Her tail twitched nervously as she parted her cheeks, showing off her pink and tender skin. The intimate gesture made her feel vulnerable, but also a little more connected to Graham. She held the pose for a few moments before sitting back up, her face warm with embarrassment.

Dogday panted heavily, her pupils dilating as she stared intently at the spot she'd pointed to. Despite Alex's reassurances, she could have sworn she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Her tail twitched nervously, and she crept closer to the alleged threat, ready to defend herself if necessary.

"I... I know what I saw," she stammered, her voice trembling with fear. She circled warily around the shadow, her ears perked up and alert.

"Maybe we should check it out?" *

Dogday slowed her pace, her breathing steadying as she realized that maybe, just maybe, she'd been seeing things due to exhaustion. The darkness and shadows had played tricks on her exhausted mind. She turned back to me, looking rather sheepish about her reaction.

"Oh, sorry. I guess I'm just really tired." * She rubbed her face with her paw, trying to clear her head before she made another mistake like that one.