...Or maybe the reason Vurga's so lonely is because he keeps eating his fucking friends.

Well, the poor little slave had a good run. If he was lucky, he lasted a few hours playing video games with his captor before lunch time occurred. Of course, it's equally likely that the poor Lopp was ingested within a minute of getting the balloon. How's Vurga supposed to resist a critter looking that scared and precious?

Those ears are wiggling desperately from the plump lips of his 'friend', the poor little guy clearly trying to flag down help. But no one's going to save him. His friends are still in the slave pens and Vurga's comrades know better. Soon enough, even the ears will be packed away too. You could say the friendship is going south.

They'll always be close. The smaller Lopp's body will add to that bulk, giving the already large slaver a bit more bulk and strength. But their connection goes deeper than that. Thanks to a bit of magic Vurga picked up from his tribe, the soul of his new friend will be staying right in his gut. He'll keep his new friend surrounded in warmth and squish for all eternity...at the cost of any and all freedom. Hope that smaller Lopp didn't have any plans for his life or things he wanted to do. He won't be able to so much as twitch, trapped silently and permanently inside that big bully.

Maybe Vurga will send a thought his way now and again, or even concentrate and communicate with his little passenger. But you have to wonder how many lives have been packed away down there. More likely he'll be lost in a sea of past 'friends'. Just a bit of extra warmth inside and one more comforting reason that Vurga would never be alone.

Best friends forever.

Art by  jerberjer