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“Fetch stood and looked at her hoof. “You fool-asses going to do what I say?��

“Oh, yes,�� Polecat said, his eyes glazing. “Anything. You tell me to lick your quim and I will serve without question.��

“If I need that done, I’ll ask Cissy,�� Fetch returned. “She tells me you’re hopeless at it.”