"C'mon, Vec, dwink up! Be good for mommy, okay?"

Accord held the milk bottle to Vectra's mouth.

"Dun wanna!" the canine replied, sticking her tongue out.

Accord laughed quietly. The cat was used to Vectra playing the brat, and expected nothing less.

The poodle's breath caught in her throat slightly as Accord teasingly caressed her leg.

"Aww, who's a grumpy girl? Maybe you'd rather have a nice juice box?"

"Yeah, sure, whatev," said Vectra, grabbing the offered carton of apple juice. She began loudly drinking through the straw.

"Now there's a good girl!" said the cat. "Mommy's so proud of her little puppy!"

"Mommy," said Vectra, "I gotta go potty..."

"Why don't you use your pull-ups?" teased Accord.

"No way! I'm not a toddler! I'm a big girl!"

"Vec," said the feline, "don't bweak chawactew!"

"Sowwy."

Relaxing, Vectra began to wet her pull-ups, the warmth flowing around her crotch in a comforting, yet guiltily arousing way.

"Thanks, kittycat," she said, "couldn'ta done it withoutcha."

They both laughed.

"Okay, okay, NOW we break character," said Vectra, "we've gotta go get something to eat."