Fiana lay beside him, primly wiping her muzzle with a tissue from her jacket, in response to what she'd called 'a taste test' on a certain part of his anatomy. It was one of the many things they'd done in the last couple of hours. She pressed up against him, highlights glinting off the sweat slick naked fur on her shoulder and flank. By comparison the fur on her chest and belly was softer, almost downy, although far more disarrayed.<br/><br/>"You were pretty good too." She laid her muzzle into his shoulder, and one of her hand paws reached down to stroke his tail, catching the root and sweeping along it gently, smoothing the matted fur. "Scratch that, very good indeed." She pushed herself up on one arm.<br/><br/>"You took the reformation potion. I guess that means I get more than just the milkshake appetiser." She grinned. "So how do you want it? Head first or feet first. I've even managed tail first a couple of times, Babs is an aerobics instructor and very flexible. Presonally, I'd say feet first, if this is your first time."