Sun Mote Copse i’m gonna pop some tags, only got $20 in my pocket

Before he could even register his chunky, wet cummerbund, his auntie fastidiously cleaned him. Soon Skip found himself between her outstretched forelegs, which he only knew were there on either side of him when he assumed all fours again and bumbled between them like a bowling ball against bumpers.

GIN! he cried after a moment, though it was halfhearted this time.

He plopped to his bum and nosed at Fen’s chin, making his way toward the corner of her mouth. Now that his stomach had been emptied, Skipjack was suddenly extraordinarily hungry.