I haven't written in awhile and decided to doodle up a quick story sketch. I wrote this over the course of a few hours just to flex my writing muscles, so this isn't the best example of my writing. (Hence why it's shoved in scraps.)

One of the things I've always loved about furries and their lives and worlds are the issue of how their senses and instincts that differ from a human's would affect them. Three is an evolved sentient being, but she's also a predator and holds certain predator urges.

I wanted to create a situation where she would use those predator skills for a psychological hunt instead of a physical one, and thus this was born.

Brief warning, the story contains veryveryvery mild torture. If that bothers you then don't read.