After throwing a party with a few of my friends, someone pulled out a case of beer, which I told them not to bring. I was the only one sober enough to escape the hungry, drunk Rave and Trance, while the rest of the party moved to a much tighter, wetter, more digestive venue. The morning after, I thought I'd be nice and make my fox friend some breakfast, unfortunately, it seems he saw me as the appetizer.

Fox pred is furrymaniac
Commission by livinlovindude