Sherra nearly laughed.  She thought she was gonna have to fake the whole "helpless fur to be raped" thing again.  "Look, hun.  If it gets us outta here safe, you could use that dead guy's intestines to line the bases of a ball game, for all I care."  She turned back towards Kitten.  "Ya mind doin the honors once we get up there to the corpse?  Besides, it'd look more realistic if ya had abit of fur blood on ya too."<br/><br/>Kitten nodded.  He didn't mind- besides, in his mind, he was still Sherra's servant, and would respectfully do nearly anything she asked of him.