Treat Me Like Your Pet

The week prior to me coming out as puppy was a tad challenging for me at times, even though it ended up being a fun adventure. It very much felt like something that happened to me, rather than something I brought about myself in any direct way. This is one of those things that happened along the way, which I've kept largely under wraps since then due to its content and subject matter.

A few months ago I discovered P3T by Femtanyl; given that the lead line in the chorus is "treat me like your pet," and we now know why it would have, the song resonated with me.

A while later and a few more key events following that (some of which I'll get into another day), I found myself in the midst of my puppygirl awakening - although I didn't quite realize it at the time. While working on the art and writing for the story about my memorable hypno experience, I realized I was listening to P3T pretty much on repeat, and figured it was about time that I learned what the rest of the lyrics were saying.

It turned out to be some of the most abusive, violent shit I'd ever willingly listened to.

And it only made the song resonate with me even harder. I still love it.

This was a little distressing for me at the time and, although I now have a bit of a better grasp as to why, it still is; but even more distressing was this idea that it brought out of me, and which would not go away. This piece is what resulted from that.

CW: Implied violence and animal abuse

I made this in a compulsive bout of drawing the morning after I streamed for 7.5 hours trying to finish this year's Easter comic in a single sitting. For those of you not too familiar with my work habits, I rarely interrupt long projects like that with other work. It doesn't come easy to me.

I even doubled down the next day by adding further "details" to the piece, at which point I felt like I was finished, and I started crying. Realizing what I'd done, I apologized to her.

It was the first thing I drew of her, and there she was; battered, bruised, cut and bleeding,

and yet, still smiling.

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