Happy fireworks day, everyone! I know I'm a day late, but I was busy and ended up finishing this late last night, so I decided to wait until today to post it everywhere. Nothing like a sweet, cozy evening watching the fireworks, right? Enjoying the show, the company, and the carnival food.

Happy Pride, everyone! So I'm combining this with a bit of an announcement. Some of my friends already know and I imagine a lot of you have probably guessed (because I haven't gone out of my way at all to be secretive about this) but the red-haired bunny I've been drawing here and there is intended to be a new 'sona. So, yeah, I'm bunny now. And also girl. Hi! I'm not sure trans is the right label for me -- some kind of "genderfluid" might be more accurate? I'm still kind of figuring this out, as much as it even needs to be "figured out." The point is, I'm trying to live more true to myself. For now at least, please default to she/her pronouns for me. Thank you for your attention to this matter!

A drawing I did to celebrate Mermay! (And maybe also mayternity.)  This mermaid looks like she's made quite the catch... and she might not be quite done yet!

Happy Mother's Day, everyone!

The best kind of correct.

Remember a little while ago, when one of those websites got all up in arms about furry characters needing to have "human-like knees"? I doodled this sketch back then. Look at those scandalous knees! There's definitely nothing else uncouth going on in this picture.

A momentary glimpse in the snow. It stares at you for a moment, the end of a fluffy tail writhing in its mouth. Then it vanishes into the white, leaving no trace. Was it ever there at all? And what -- or who -- did that tail belong to?

The Easter Bunny has a lot of eggs to produce this time of year, so she's always looking for "volunteers" to help. Happy Bunny Day, everyone!

Rox doesn't really participate in April Fools' Day. She's just like this all the time.

Every pred has these days, right? You think you've got a perfect opportunity for a meal, and then the prey's family or friend group shows up out of nowhere and you realize it's time to beat feet. Just hope the extra weight doesn't prevent you from getting away!

Another "what if" moment from one of my D&D games, though one that could very easily become reality under the right circumstances.

The fox took a moment to regain her composure. She was already feeling very full. The two rabbits she had already eaten were squirming in her gut, seemingly fighting over the limited space in there. It was going to get even more cramped when she finished swallowing this third one, and she still had another one trapped under her forepaws. She didn’t need to eat all of them. Hell, one of the voluptuous rabbits probably would have been a filling enough meal, and two was kind of pushing it. But she had put a lot of effort into infiltrating this burrow, and she was going to eat the whole burrow, even if it took her a month to digest afterward. She braced herself, then shoved, starting the process of manhandling the rabbit’s swollen belly into her gullet. After all, her mother had taught her to never let food go to waste.

Squirrels, like many animals, like to store food for the winter. This squirrel seems to be taking inspiration from bears instead. A little doodle I actually did quite a while ago and never posted. I don't think I'm gonna finish this one, so I thought I'd post it as-is!

The finished version of a doodle I did the other day after playing around with that new Voresky website. I almost immediately downed multiple prey -- and one of them was a horse lady who was quite a bit larger than my rabbit. I imagine she may have overdone it... just a bit.

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! Be careful of any boxes of chocolates you find lying around. Those mimics have been getting trickier and trickier.

Hi everyone! On a whim, I decided to use Inkscape to finish a drawing. It's been a while, hasn't it?

“Churn! Churn! Churn!” Lynna prowled back and forth on stage, her thick tail trailing behind her. She made sure to turn so that everyone in the audience could get a good, long look at the gut hanging out of her open jacket. Her fur writhed and squirmed as the person trapped underneath struggled. She brought the microphone to her mouth. “What was that, fans?” “Churn! Churn! Churn!” Chrissy chanted along with the rest of the crowd as the enthusiasm grew, throwing her voice into that combined energy with all her might. She was packed shoulder-to-shoulder with other concert-goers in the standing-only general admissions area, and the whole crowd pulsed with the rhythm of the chant, pumping their fists in the air. From her vantage point on the stage, Lynna loomed over them, a grin on her face, her gaze going from the upper seats down to the floor in front of the stage. When she continued, her voice reflected the enthusiasm of the crowd, clear and pure through the venue’s sound system. “Do you want me to churn this bitch!?” The chant devolved into a wild roar, Chrissy’s own throat starting to turn sore as she pumped her own excited scream into the mix. Lynna lowered the mic, pressing it against the writhing fur of her midsection. A powerful, rolling gllllrrrrrn, accompanied by what sounded like a muffled scream for help, was broadcast through the entire venue by that same powerful sound system. The crowd cheered even louder, as the rest of the band took that as a cue to start the next song. Chrissy couldn’t remember the last time she had had so much fun. Watching Lynna’s concerts was nothing compared to actually being there. The energy of the crowd was infectious, and she was so close it felt like she could almost reach out and touch Lynna’s squirming gut. She made it part of the show, turning and dancing and posing to show it off as she belted out her music. She stalked the stage, looking out at the crowd and licking her lips, as if imagining which one of them were next. It was, of course, all just part of the show. Chrissy knew that. Being “the predatory pop star” was Lynna’s whole gimmick. She did this every show, picking a “volunteer” from the audience to join her on stage. But wow, being here in person, Chrissy had to admit that they certainly made it look real. That rabbit she had pulled up on stage looked genuinely surprised. The combination of embarrassment and fear on her face had seemed authentic when Lynna had pulled off her concert t-shirt, tossing it into the crowd with a “she won’t be needing this anymore!” The sound design had been fabulous when Lynna had placed the mic near her throat while “swallowing” the girl. And whatever combination of lighting tricks and stage magic the crew had used to conceal wherever the rabbit had really gone was effective enough that Chrissy couldn’t spot the trick. Combined with the seamless prosthetic (and apparently animatronic?) stomach, it truly did look like the performer had eaten one of her fans. Chrissy forced herself to stop trying to pick it apart. Why ruin the magic? She could just lose herself in the fantasy, like the rest of the audience. Bask in Lynna’s predatory energy, lose herself to the crowd, and sing along with her favorite songs. She had paid a lot to be here, so she should enjoy herself! And hey, maybe next time, she would be the lucky pick, and then she would find out exactly how the show worked.