Billy, 8 year old anthro fox.
Billy has always made his mother a little bit worried. Not because of anything her precious little cub does, oh no: he's sweet, he's got the most adorable little smile, he always loves to help around the house, he's always there to greet her when she comes back from work, and no matter how tired she is or how much her paws ache, those little paws of his curling around her middle make everything worth it. Of course, he's her son. He's her world. Of course she thinks he's wonderful and perfect and amazing. But none of the other adults have ever had a bad word to say about him. And yet, no matter how hard he tries, Billy's always struggled to make friends. Peter, the bear cub, he's a nice boy, and Cassie the little meerkat is such a sweetheart, but they aren't always there. They aren't there when he comes home with tears in his eyes and bruises on his muzzle, because of those horrible little lambs.
So her little boy spends a lot of time at home, either building his models or playing those strategy games he's always enjoyed. Oh, how he loves to spend an evening tinkering with his civilisations and his cities until they're big and wonderful and impressive, but... No. He loves playing his games, and it doesn't hurt him at all. If anything, it's better that he's doing something nice and constructive on his computer.
Still, at least this new job might be good for him, too. Admittedly, it does mean she'll have to work some odd hours, including a lot of evenings and even at the weekends, but it will make everything a lot easier money-wise, even if it means that her son won't see her some nights... However, the babysitter she's arranged to look after him is lovely, she can cook up a storm, and she's a sheep. Maybe spending a bit of good time with an anthro like her will give her boy a little bit of confidence.
Duncan, 7 year old anthro goat.
Duncan is just so cute! He's positively adorable, with his curly little horns and his twinkly blue eyes and those buck teeth. Don't you just want to pinch those little cheeks?
Well, no, actually. He doesn't really have much in the way of cheeks to pinch; he's such a typical goat, all stringy and skinny and bony, there's barely even an ounce of fat on him. When he spends all his time sprinting around during school breaks and eating all those greens and those veggies, is it really any wonder he's such a bean-pole?
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Oh, I just want to chuckle, looking back two months ago, when I wrote that in my diary. My name's Tara. I'm ten; my little sister is in Duncan's class. And ever since she brought him home with her after the first day of school, I knew I was going to make that little herbivore mine.
I mean... he's just precious and sweet and so, so cute. And he has a crush on me; whenever he comes over, he always stammers when I talk to him and he taps his little hoovsies together, but he always has this sweet little smile on his face whenever I look at him. Of course, I have to do my best to look aloof and uncaring--I am a wolfess, after all--but when he scampers off to do my evil bidding, I can barely stop myself from hugging that little cutie.
Because, usually, it's eating.
Yep. Maybe I'm playing to stereotypes, fattening up my prey, but it really does suit him. And it's just so adorable to watch Duncan take a cake out of my paws and scarf it down right in front of me. Last night, when he came over to play with Luna, I made sure that he didn't leave that tea-party until he'd eaten all of the cheesecake like a good little gentlegoat. I even got to pat his tummy and he let out a bleat; I almost picked him up and snuggled him to death then and there!
Of course, there's a bit more tummy there nowadays. That stringy little goat is putting on some pudge. His tummy pushes out against his shirts, his arms are starting to get pinched by his sleeves, his little bottom is starting to round out against the seat of his trousers, and when he sits! Oh, he just has this adorable little gut that spills out into his lap, nestling onto those thicker, meatier thighs... Winter's coming, and his coat is getting a lot less straggly--hell, mine's a bit thicker now, too--so that might be a little bit what he's putting on around the middle, but there's definitely something of mine there, too.
I don't know where I'm going to keep getting treats from, but... I just have to!
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