Seems like getting too comfy around preds was a step in the wrong direction, not that it'd sound like a mistake if you listened to her final churns and gurgles inside Davion. Moaning, and scarcely believing she could be snapped up if she just tended to preds more primal desires, it couldn't save her from a proper glutton, and with a bit of help from Moontail, all that's left of the poor fox girl is a rancid pile of dragon shit and foul farts. No more cute girl.~ (PERMA, 10/29/22)
Me? I got adopted by a family of predators.
I developed pretty early, and though most people stop growing, I haven't quite hit that mark yet. It does make life a little more difficult when other students or coworkers see you as a literal piece of meat, but its arguably worse when your family has those same thoughts running through their mind. Mom likes to let my little sister eat me and swear she'll turn off the reformers.
To say my life has been difficult is a little bit of an understatement. Most of the interviews I got went predictably; Employers would take one look at me and, there I was, mouth full of cock or cunt til my face was glazed. One guy even called it a sign-on bonus. Can you believe that? Who does that?
These jobs weren't even that good, so my car is shitty and I haven't been able to move in just yet, but now that I'm out of the house more, things are less complicated! I even got my first girlfriend. Til, you know, some hot wolf ate her out. Then ate her. And then I had a boyfriend! Score! But I guess you've probably figured out how that went.
Still! It's not all bad. I made lots of friends, even if they all give me that hungry eye sometimes . . . Hey, at least I have my parent's reformer insurance for another few years!"
Quick Stats
Name: Fenriel [fen-reel]
Gender: Female (futa on request)
Species: Demi-fox
Alias: N/A
Age: 24
Height: 5' 9"
Occupation: Some dead-end job