Two minutes ago, this was a very different scene. There was an artist, one with skill in capturing the allure of the body. They had a model, someone who inspired them like a personal muse. They wanted to draw them, to capture their beauty and share it. But when their model stripped down and posed for the picture, their scent carried on the air. A nearby predator took note.

Vurga crept into the room and was shocked. He was amazed, intrigued, but most of all, he was jealous. The artist thought their little preything of a model was beautiful? Pff. They may has well have been drawing a bowl of fruit. That model was just what real beauty ate. So Vurga stripped down and walked right up. Before the model could say anything, Vurga swallowed them up. He took their place in front of the artist, stretched his form out and with a famous line, told him to continue.

The artist's romantic evening has turned into a personal hell. They're being forced to draw the thing that ate their love. They have to sketch the model's still wiggling bulge in the bunny's gut. It horrifies them that it's getting easier to do as the model's wiggles slow, like they're giving up. And that lets the artist see the detail even better. They're trying to get all the detail they can. They have to.

They know what will happen if they don't. The way Vurga's looking at them makes it all too clear. Those are hungry eyes. From anyone else, they might have simply been full of desire and lust, but the artist knows better. It's actual hunger. If their picture is not exactly what this predator wants, they're joining their love in that stomach. In fact, they might be joining their love even if it's good. Vurga might eat them even if it comes out a masterpiece. But their only hope is finding their way into this predator's good graces by doing exactly what Vurga wants.

The artist has always been a harsh critique of their own work. Now that their life is on the line, they look at the finished piece with uncertainty. They're not sure if it's their best work or utter crap. Or maybe it's mediocre? They don't know anymore. But the die has been cast. They've made their art. Biting their lip, they slowly turn the portrait around. They look for the answer in Vurga's eyes.

 susieblacksheep Did this masterpiece by surprise. <3 I owe them big.