As Amy walked away, Nikki slinked out of the shadows. He sat next to the tub and dipped a paw in. Then he shook it, sending droplets right into Max’s eyes. “Shoo,” Max said. Nikki didn’t shoo. Instead, he slowly turned—tail in the air—until Max was staring at a puckered, pink asshole. It felt intentional, so Max splashed Nikki, who then turned on him and hissed.
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