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It'd been a couple of weeks after Biscuit had emerged from his slumber for the first time, not knowing who he is or where he came from. (Even now, those details are hazy...) He had woken up with a heart shaped tag attached to his ear, almost like some kind of cruel joke marking him as livestock. Of course over these days, Biscuit had done what he unintentionally does best. get fucking eaten lmao. Despite his circumstances, he took it surprisingly well... the first handful of times, at least. When you don't really even know what the world is like anymore, it's easier to take these kinds of things on the chin, I suppose. Another respawn, another tick on the tag. But Biscuit, who was getting more and more scared, confused, and overwhelmed, was gradually getting worn down... His little heart couldn't take it. Sometimes the small little teases before it'd happen would help him feel acknowledged, but it can only do so much without a real emotional backbone to support him with.

...Which was when Lu found him.

Biscuit, being approached by another looming, towering figure, couldn't do anything. He was tired, he knew what was coming, and even if nothing lasting actually happened at the end of the day, it was becoming all too much for him. He just cowered in place, hiding his face in the ground, expecting another random someone to take advantage of him. But, for some reason Biscuit couldn't possibly understand, that's not what happened. Lu bent down, and gently removed the tag from his ear, being ever so careful to make minimal contact and to be sure he wasn't hurt in the process. In his head, he had no clue what had just happened, he couldn't fully grasp the implication of something like that... But in his heart, he knew. He knew that he was being treated like an actual individual for the first time. He wasn't just food, or some plaything. He was someone to care for. In an instant, tears streamed down his face, with Lu being quick to comfort him, neither of them having said a word...

He was brought back to her home, and was tucked into bed aside her. He felt like a lost puppy, or even some kind of small plush doll, when laying so close to someone as massive as Lu was compared to him. But more importantly, he felt safe. Safe from the harsh, cold world outside, from anyone who would take advantage of or hurt him, from any of these confusing thoughts rattling around in his head, from any of the concerns he had previously about who he was or what was happening... None of that mattered anymore. It had only been a short time, but he knew this was it. He had found where he belonged.

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so uhhh haha lmfao. this was drawn some time last year, and aside from me not having a picture of Lu for reference that i was satisfied with, i was also like. deathly worried this strayed Way too far into the weird balance of unwilling prey and it not being like, fucked up lmfao.
I honestly didn't upload this at first because i didnt want people to feel bad about eating my sona LOL. please eat me please!!!! Please !!! !!!!!!!!
IMO its at least an interesting line of thought to go down, cause like... nowadays lore-wise, Biscuit has found more about himself and is arguably *begging* to be some random hot woman's plaything or little snack, and those aspects were *always* in him to some extent as well. (Even if he desperately craves that special attention or validation that comes with being "theirs.") Here, it's less the fact that he was, well, literally being eaten, and more that he was being overwhelmed and taken advantage of by randos who didn't really pay a second thought. Which *still* kinda like sucks but, idk lol. its kind of a means to an end here, as lazy of a """writer""" as that makes me out, lmao.
Biscuit *is* a prey character after all, *and* my sona, as much as I struggle to find that balance between unwilling and "clearly is asking for it please god just eat me holy shit" lmfao. At least for me, that kind of devastated desperation, followed into the "aftercare," the large, soft figure making sure that you're safe, is like one of *the* most important parts about these cheesy cute vore-y stories for me. (i think i heard that this feelings been called "subspace" in some sadomasochism terminology? i honestly have no clue lmfao. if its true then yeah thats my shit.) as long as its all bundled up with some special care and attention, i think it all works out fine :3
... oh i almost forgot, he still does have the heart tags and stuff on each respawn, i just think its like kept under his neck fluff or something like that so it isnt as intrusive. lu can always take it off for him if he's in a mood where it existing really bugs him, though. :3 .

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