The patch of fur on her sternum grew longer and thicker than everywhere else, beating her pubes by an inch and her pits by a mile. It was long enough to get knotted up in her Wonderbolts uniform and the only time she ever used a comb was to straighten it out. And unlike the rest of her, no matter how much soap you used or how hard you scrubbed it, it always smelled Dashy. It was as if nature intended for her to be the perfect pillow. 