Yes.

Roxxie suddenly got offended at the mention of the ****. "Hey! Can't a gal enjoy a kidnapped boy?! Plus, he loves being in here! Don't you, my wittle tiny baby?" There was no response from the puppy. "He's just sleeping."

Suddenly Texas muzzle wrinkles and she gets a face of disgust and horror. "Well 'at lil' boy stinks! Yer cleary haven't changed him!"

Roxxie's face turns back to normal. "That's just mine. At least the little boy enjoys my farts. I wish you did too. It'd make both our lives better! And talkin' 'bout farts..."

Roxxie gets up and bends over. She then not only farts, but sharts directly on Texas' face, leaving her covered in scat. "MMMPPPPHHHH!!"

Roxxie looks at Texas again. "Ugh, never going at the Crushed Weasel again. Well, not going again on Mondays... But that's besides the point, my scat-covered friend."

Texas swallows enough of Roxxie's scat to be able to talk. "UGH, ARGH, tastes like shit! Well, 'cause it is... But what's yer idea, Roxxie?!"

Roxxie grabs the kid and sits him on his lap as he wakes up. "Momma?" "Not now, love. Mommy and her friend are talking."

Texas looks angry. "I'M NOT YER FRIEND!"

"Shut up, Texas." The kid speaks. "Yeah, shut up!" He yawns and Roxxie talks again. "Aww, someone wants to follow mom's steps!" She suddenly blows into the kid's tummy and keeps speaking. "So Tex, you need to promise me something. This kid I... "Adopted", I love him. And he loves me. You want to see him smile, right? Well, let me do my thing. If you don't do anything and you overlook my "shenanigans", I'll never play dirty on you again. It'll be easier for the both of us. So what will it be, Tex?"