(Good enough for me!)<br/><br/>[CC Command: Where the Fuck Were We?]<br/><br/>You gently place Milo into your hair: it did just get washed, so it's actually clean for once, before walking over to the Dire Dog. You look him over, and while he has become quite... Muscular... Almost hunky, even... He has spikes growing out of his back.<br/><br/>Those could really hurt...<br/><br/>Looks like the male is down to purely being the muscle of the group. Still, good to have someone who can actually fight. You give him some more pets, which he responds happily to, the remains in his belly jostling as he starts to wag his tail excitedly.<br/><br/>You ask Milo, who is using you hair like camouflage, where the female is.<br/><br/>"Outside." She responds, pointing back into the stone mansion. "She ran off as soon as this one started... Changing."<br/><br/>You nod, and exit the bathhouse, motioning for the dog to follow. Thankfully, he does.<br/><br/>Your little group has to walk all the way back into the courtyard to find the other dog. There are no surprises, but given that it's just a straight corridor, you aren't sure what you were expecting. When you bring this up to Milo, who is getting very comfortable in your hair, she responds: "Thank the gods. We have no weapons to defend ourselves should we be attacked."<br/><br/>You simply tell her that weapons are for the weak!<br/><br/>"Oh, weak? You mean like... A tiny mouse and a malnourished human?"<br/><br/>... That one kind of hurt.<br/><br/>"I... I'm sorry. That was uncalled for." She apologies afterwards, rubbing your head. "I know you are only trying to lighten the mood."<br/><br/>Yeah... That was it...<br/><br/>Finally, you exit that weirdly long stone corridor, and find yourself out in the wide, empty chamber of stone that still echoes every step you take. You dog starts barking, and you glance where he's looking to see the female Dire Dog... Taking care of business, as it were.<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Scat</span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">The female dog is squatting in a corner of the cave, next to one of the strange rat statues. Thick brown logs steadily drop from her ass, as she deposits the remains of whatever it was she had eaten before onto the statue's feet. A rat skull is the last thing to squeeze out of her sphincter, the dog panting in pleasure as she tops off her dump... Before letting out a long stream of yellow piss onto it all.</div></div></div><br/><br/>Once she's done, the dog walks back over to you, her new layers of fat jiggling slightly, and starts sniffing at her mutated partner.<br/><br/>"... Can we go now?" Milo whimpers weakly.<br/><br/>[Awaiting Input]