– Hey, don't grab my tail.
– Uh, tail?
– Yes, he will grow up soon and we will start making love.
– Ahem, but I don't see any tail, are you some werewolf or what?
– Hey, what's that smell? What? Wait, wait, your tights won't last.
– *indistinct mumbling*
– Fiuu, finally I got rid of this huge fresh, fragrant pile of warm creamy but thick shit.
– Hey, what is this swarming in my pants, is someone stuck under my tail again?
– Damn, that's right. a careless spectator.
– I told you not to touch my delicate tail!