
This is not my art, it was created by the awesome artist
kerjois who has unfortunately had to move on from FA
As the matriarch of the pack, this hyena takes priority in eating first, though where other matriarchs would leave some for the rest of the pack, this bloated queen leaves no scrap uneaten, letting her pack lap up only the leftover blood on the bones. Over years of scarfing down buffalos, gazelles and any other unfortunate animals captured by the pack, she has fallen completely immobile, supporting her entire weight on her bulging gut and stubby front legs. After a particularly hefty meal of rhinoceros, she was left alone once again for by her pack, as they have long realised her uselessness as a hunting party member, mostly keeping her around as a baby-making machine. She lays there in the sun like a bloated corpse as her pack wanders into the grass, leaving her in the sandy clearing near the den. As the sun beams down upon her ballooned form she pants frantically and exhaustedly, though she doesn't move. Her belly groans along her cushioned flanks, eagerly awaiting more food...

As the matriarch of the pack, this hyena takes priority in eating first, though where other matriarchs would leave some for the rest of the pack, this bloated queen leaves no scrap uneaten, letting her pack lap up only the leftover blood on the bones. Over years of scarfing down buffalos, gazelles and any other unfortunate animals captured by the pack, she has fallen completely immobile, supporting her entire weight on her bulging gut and stubby front legs. After a particularly hefty meal of rhinoceros, she was left alone once again for by her pack, as they have long realised her uselessness as a hunting party member, mostly keeping her around as a baby-making machine. She lays there in the sun like a bloated corpse as her pack wanders into the grass, leaving her in the sandy clearing near the den. As the sun beams down upon her ballooned form she pants frantically and exhaustedly, though she doesn't move. Her belly groans along her cushioned flanks, eagerly awaiting more food...
Category All / Fat Furs
Species Hyena
Size 1919 x 1919px
File Size 434.2 kB
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As the matriarch of the pack, this hyena takes priority in eating first, though where other matriarchs would leave some for the rest of the pack, this bloated queen leaves no scrap uneaten, letting her pack lap up only the leftover blood on her voluminous jowls and the bones. Over years of scarfing down buffalos, gazelles and any other unfortunate animals captured by the pack, she has fallen completely immobile, supporting her entire weight on her bulging gut and stubby front legs. After a particularly hefty meal of rhinoceros, she was left alone once again for by her pack, as they have long realised her uselessness as a hunting party member, mostly keeping her around as a baby-making machine. She lays there in the sun like a bloated corpse as her pack wanders into the grass, leaving her in the sandy clearing near the den. As the sun beams down upon her ballooned form she pants frantically and exhaustedly, though she doesn't move. Her belly groans along her cushioned flanks stretching her thin skin, eagerly awaiting more food, as her previous meal bloodily marks her fat face, her head sticking out of her flabby stained neck rolls.
As the matriarch of the pack, this hyena takes priority in eating first, though where other matriarchs would leave some for the rest of the pack, this bloated queen leaves no scrap uneaten, letting her pack lap up only the leftover blood on her voluminous jowls and the bones. Over years of scarfing down buffalos, gazelles and any other unfortunate animals captured by the pack, she has fallen completely immobile, supporting her entire weight on her bulging gut and stubby front legs. After a particularly hefty meal of rhinoceros, she was left alone once again for by her pack, as they have long realised her uselessness as a hunting party member, mostly keeping her around as a baby-making machine. She lays there in the sun like a bloated corpse as her pack wanders into the grass, leaving her in the sandy clearing near the den. As the sun beams down upon her ballooned form she pants frantically and exhaustedly, though she doesn't move. Her belly groans along her cushioned flanks stretching her thin skin, eagerly awaiting more food, as her previous meal bloodily marks her fat face, her head sticking out of her flabby stained neck rolls.
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