She blinked at Andrew. Then she smiled and started to chuckle. He wasn't sure if she was going out of her way to show that many teeth or not, but he did know the sight sent a primal fear through his porcine heart. So, Andrew did what he always did when he was nervous: he started babbling. "Ha ha... Uhh, wh-what big teeth you have. Glk! I mean, they're big, but not like buck teeth, more like, uhh, the Titanic. Glk!! Before it sank! I mean, I didn't want it to sound like they were chipped and broken and Grnk!!!" The last sound came as a result of the wolf lady slamming the apple back into his mouth. Pretty hard, too. He wondered briefly if she'd made him chip a tusk or something.
But Andrew didn't get to linger on that before she spoke. "So, you're another player, right?" He was kind of surprised to hear this, considering the male wolf didn't even seem to consider the possibility. Andrew could only make a few muffled grunts with the apple in the way. "I'll take that as a yes," she said, patting his pudgy cheek. "As for falling in love with you... Well..." Her smile became a bit more alluring. He nervously smiled as well as the apple allowed. She ran a finger seductively from the apple along the tip and bridge of his snout. "It's been soooo long since I've had another player to talk to." The finger traced its curvy path along Andrew's broader back, sending small ripples of pleasure through his body. "And you are quite the handsome pig," she added, guiding her finger through the loops of his curly little tail. Andrew had no words, and it wasn't just because of the apple; he hadn't had the tail for long, so the wolf lady's sensual caresses were the first real feeling it experienced. This produced a... quite frankly, overwhelming sensation.
Which was swiftly replaced by a just as strong, but far less pleasant feeling, as she gave it a tug. Andrew was almost thankful for the apple; it kept him from letting out the shrill squeal that would have probably hurt his new ears. The wolf bore a cheery grin when she returned to Andrew's face. "But, handsome or not, a pig's a pig," she said, patting him condescendingly on the head. Knowing that words were destined for failure, Andrew narrowed his eyes and gave a snort. With a chuckle, she said, "My point exactly.
"So, yeah. I wasn't lying about how long it's been since I've met another player, but I wouldn't count on anything romantic, porky. Still, who knows?"
'Oh, great,' Andrew thought, rolling his eyes. 'She's feeling chatty and she's got a captive audience. This could go on a while.' So, only half paying attention to her monologue, he tried to work out a plan of escape. Unfortunately for him, this was instantly derailed by a slight rumble from his belly. He then had trouble thinking about much else. 'Heh, I guess I should have seen that coming, being a pig and all. But what am I going to eat? It's not like there's anything to... ... The apple seems kind of hard, but the juice is tasty enough. Let's give it a go.'
Oblivious to her captive's new mission, the she-wolf carried on. "Dating a literal pig sounds like a bad idea, frankly. But it might be interesting to go out with someone so much lower on the food chain. We'll have to see. You're definitely out of the ordinary, though; almost everyone else is a wolf, fox, cat, or horse. It's refreshing to see something else. And really, someone who voluntarily becomes a pig of all things has to be mighty inter--" The loud crunching sound drew her attention to a slightly abashed-looking Andrew, who began chewing noisily after a few moments of silence.
She laughed, pulled up a nearby chair and took a seat, crossing her legs, her tail visibly swaying back and forth behind her. "Oh, yes, you definitely have me interested. Keep me that way, and I might even loosen those bonds, put out the fire, and forget to lock the back door." At this Andrew gave a victorious grunt through the mostly chewed apple, his own little corkscrew tail wagging a bit. A gleam of menace returned to her eyes. "Better wow me, though; you could still be on the menu."
Andrew swallowed his make-shift snack with a worried gulp, and then fully understood what it meant to sweat like a pig.