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I know Perry's kind of full of himself but this post is just... *narcissism abounds*

Rather than take him up on his offer, Fox draped herself over him. He did not complain, though he squirmed slightly when her tongue touched his ear. Once the tickling sensation ebbed, he lay still, listening as she sang their praises. He smirked, then tipped his muzzle to bump against the nearest part of her body before relaxing again.

"We are the shit," he agreed. "But it's not just the two of us anymore. Check out how awesome our kids are turning out." Of course, the pups weren't here but they could easily picture them in their heads, alongside a long list of each of their skills, like the Firebird version of Pokémon cards. "I mean, seriously, they're exceeding all my expectations; what about yours?

You know what I think?" he continued without leaving her time to answer his first question. He suddenly began to gyrate suggestively. "I think we should make a bunch more. Let's fill the world with the superior Redleaf-DiSarinno race."