Another beautiful day to shy away from the sun and instead hole up in my room drawing. I looked over at a new bottle of scotch that I had just picked up. I should really wait till evening like a responsible adult, but one glass should not hurt. I filled a glass with the golden liquid and lost myself in scents of white fruits, honey, and vanilla. The flavor was of grapes, peaches, toffee, and chocolate with a dry oaky finish with lingering notes of caramel.

The finish still lingered on my tongue as I put the glass aside and began working again on a piece I had started a few weeks ago, but had spiraled out of control as I worked on the background. Soon, I became so engrossed in my work that I didn’t even notice the changes starting to affect me. Spotted fur began to engulf my body. A tail pushed out of my backside which pushed my pants down my legs as they reformed into a digitigrade configuration. My ears shifted up and back and my face formed a muzzle. It was not until attempting to press a keyboard shortcut with my left paw that I realized what was happening.

If my first TF picture was of a fox, my favorite animal, I decided that my second one had to be done with a cheetah, my second favorite animal. I also wanted to put a bit more effort into it, so I decided to do a slightly self-indulgent self-TF using my actual desk setup and whisky, of which I am an avid collector. Maybe now I’ll finally get around to finishing the piece I had started on a few weeks back before getting distracted with a bunch of insert pictures and TF artwork.