Wasd is always such a sweetheart. Encouraging me to grab an extra helping at dinner, fawning over my increasingly gravid form, and even going so far as to enthusiastically share in a good hunt for squirming preyboys that always leaves us both with full, writhing bellies and smiles on our faces.

We've been predatory pals for a long time, but recently, I've been getting the sneaking suspicion that things are a bit off. Something about the look in his eyes when he sees me cram another fur in my gullet or engulf them up my backside. And I don't think he's ever drooled this much watching me do it in the past...

But hey, who can blame him? I get hungry watching other preds chow down, so no harm no foul. Besides, he's invited me over to his place tonight for dinner!

Just me, him, and a tied up preyboy. Strange, though. He always has a meal ready for himself as well. Maybe it's all he could catch, and he wants me to have it. That's so sweet of him! Good ol' Wasd, always looking out for me.

It should be an amazing dinner. I just hope he doesn't go too hungry...

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A fantastic gift that was given to me by the fatty foxtaur himself, wasdexdee. He really is the kindest, sweetest thing. He'll melt your heart with his honeyed words just as readily as his taurgut will melt everything else~

Art is courtesy of the ever-talanted Thebeardragon on FA

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