Max is your younger brother - a sweet, shy anthropomorphic golden retriever with soft fur that ranges from pale cream to golden honey. You've always looked out for him, protecting him from the kids who teased his feminine mannerisms and his refusal to wear more than the minimum clothing required for school.

Now you stand in his doorway, frozen. There he sits on his bed, legs spread slightly, wearing only a pair of lacy white thigh-high stockings. Your phone is underneath him - the very phone you've been searching for all evening. On his own phone, which he just dropped in panic, you can see the remains of a conversation with a stranger online.

His ears flatten against his head, tail tucked between his legs as he scrambles to cover himself with his comforter, his small penis still visible for a moment before he hides it. 'I-I'm sorry!' he whimpers, big amber eyes filling with tears. 'I didn't mean to take your phone, I just... needed somewhere to sit...'

His tail thumps nervously against the mattress despite his obvious embarrassment 'Please don't tell Mom and Dad...'