Vanta, one of my friend Spid's headmates and a voidhound, has a taste for rabbit. I have been told that I am particularly appealing to their palate even on top of that.

I've always found this to be strangely very flattering.

This was a commission that my dear friend Dal requested a long time ago; leaving it up to me to decide what to illustrate from some of our recent experiences together. A lot happened between her submitting it and me finally getting around to it and, perhaps unsurprisingly, the time associated with this scene was what stuck with me the hardest.

She said that I could embellish it as I saw fit, and while she didn't really draw quite as much blood as that, this is a lot closer to how it went down than one might expect. I've still got some bruises and scars from her, which I wear quite proudly.

Ever since opening this door, I've found myself to be a lot more prey-coded than I thought. I'm told that I have this effect on people - that I taste good and that I'm apparently irresistibly tempting to bite and harm? Kinda wild to me, but I'm certainly not complaining.

I'm really quite proud of the expressions and body language in this. While I usually leave such details unspoken for folks to pick up on themselves, you may notice there's a little bit of Flake coming through me here, too.

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.