Fufu. They were Siamese twin Siamese cats

Fufu. They were Siamese twin Siamese cats connected at the tips of their tails, which was convenient for moving about, you see, because their tails were flexible. Danger fell madly

in love yet again because he was a Mutt Who Loves Too Much. Fufu & Fifi sat firmly on their Siamese cat Siamese twinned bottoms so Danger couldn't give them a friendly sniff & star

t the overture of his long desired feline-canine threesome. Danger would leave no pawsible trail untrotted in his hot pursuit of Fufu and Fifis fat tushes. He scrounged in dumpster

and toiled in the trash to find something he could offer his feline lover Fufu. Danger the dog, found it, it symbolized the rich desire she inspired, it was a half-eaten pork chop.

He gaped his mouth and grapped the porkchop with his canines before accidentally swallowing it whole. His dear feline Fufu would not be pleased. Danger the dog had only one option:

Become anthropomorphic and head out to the grocery. Wait, where would he get money for pork? Danger The Dog contemplated running a betting ring, but needed something quicker.

Danger the Dog figured that the quickest way for him to make money for pork would be to hire himself out for stud service. He would have fun, meet new friends and make big bucks.

The problem was BIIIIG BUCKS were his only clients. Poor danger Dog was so tried from all their horny play that he retired in under two days. Being a gigolo was too hard.

"Dearest Danger Dog," read the letter, "I've been waiting for