Funnel sits in Wendy's stomach completely regretting all of his life decisions and especially regretting ever wishing to genie to become part of his original species' worldbuilding. He should have known not to trust genies. Wendy meanwhile picks her teeth with one of the porcupine's quills.

This was when I started on the line that led me to my current style of backgrounds. Not as good as my recent stuff but it was an important piece nonetheless. Made my own fursona Wendy's prey here because why not?