Connie had only great grades, A's and all above. This made her college time nothing short of a breeze, or at least a yawn. She was considered the best of her time, though many called even that an understatement. She outmatched many seniors, and was only 18. A smart vixen, good-looking too.
On one otherwise unremarkable autumn day, she walked down the halls of the massive campus, enjoying the mild sun and the gently smell of falling leaves. That was, however, until she bumped straight into a collie, which went wet-muzzle first into the vixen's face, leaving a large spot of sticky saliva on most of Connie's face.
"Ew! What is this?" She asked, her finger taking a sample of the slime. Catching sight of the collie's mouth made Connie's body shudder in place. "Spit... what's wrong with you?" She asked, a cleaning herself off with a handkerchief.
The collie stared, mindless, soulless. It was adorable, a little, but mostly weird how the adult dog, older than Connie, stared and drooled like that. In fact, it became scary when Connie heard the gently squishing and crinkling of a slowly filling diaper. The collie was, obviously, slowly messing itself with a happy smile, enjoying the warm mush around her bum.