Search Results
8/1/2025, 3:26:10 AM
>>58063685
>>58066491
>>58066657
>>58066665
>This was poison.
>You slammed the cereal box on the counter.
>Yeah, you could eat it.
>You used to. All the time.
>Last week, you might have said it was your favorite.
>It smelled fake.
>The fake was always there.
>You hadn’t noticed it until now.
>Maybe you could stomach less sugary cereal, but not this.
>Scowling, you slammed it into the trash.
>The opening and closing lid wafted its revolting bouquet up your oversensitive nose.
>Stale energy drink.
>Old brownie.
>Oily, packaged cookies.
>Crusty condiments.
>It viscerally offended you.
>Clamping your paws around your nose barely helped.
>When it gets dark, you’ll empty that can.
>So much food smelled like chemicals.
>Some part of you knew it was all edible.
>You hadn’t had any digestion issues yet.
>You could probably drink literal poison and be fine with it. You were hardy.
>But this was not a life and death situation.
>On your way out of the kitchen, you grabbed the last banana.
>Spotty, brown, yet inoffensive.
>You sat on the couch too far back.
>In your frustration, you forgot a tail was back there.
>Scooching forward, you peeled the fruit and had your breakfast.
>Past its prime, but better than fake food.
>But you needed protein.
>And you’d run out last night.
>Training preoccupied you so much you forgot what a sorry state your pantry was in.
>Your body screamed for meat, eggs, milk, someth-
>Milk!
>Duh, you had a little left.
>No cereal, but it’ll do.
>When was the last time you had a glass of milk?
>Eh, forget the glass.
>Straight from the jug saves clean up time.
>Drinking was awkward. You needed both paw-hands to hold it steady.
>It hit the spot. Like those times you wanted water for hours before finally getting some.
>Now sated, you could think.
>What was the delivery time on fresh food?
>You could probably order something online and have it shipped.
>One of the local stores did that for sure, but you needed to pick it up in person.
>Which was a problem.
>>58066491
>>58066657
>>58066665
>This was poison.
>You slammed the cereal box on the counter.
>Yeah, you could eat it.
>You used to. All the time.
>Last week, you might have said it was your favorite.
>It smelled fake.
>The fake was always there.
>You hadn’t noticed it until now.
>Maybe you could stomach less sugary cereal, but not this.
>Scowling, you slammed it into the trash.
>The opening and closing lid wafted its revolting bouquet up your oversensitive nose.
>Stale energy drink.
>Old brownie.
>Oily, packaged cookies.
>Crusty condiments.
>It viscerally offended you.
>Clamping your paws around your nose barely helped.
>When it gets dark, you’ll empty that can.
>So much food smelled like chemicals.
>Some part of you knew it was all edible.
>You hadn’t had any digestion issues yet.
>You could probably drink literal poison and be fine with it. You were hardy.
>But this was not a life and death situation.
>On your way out of the kitchen, you grabbed the last banana.
>Spotty, brown, yet inoffensive.
>You sat on the couch too far back.
>In your frustration, you forgot a tail was back there.
>Scooching forward, you peeled the fruit and had your breakfast.
>Past its prime, but better than fake food.
>But you needed protein.
>And you’d run out last night.
>Training preoccupied you so much you forgot what a sorry state your pantry was in.
>Your body screamed for meat, eggs, milk, someth-
>Milk!
>Duh, you had a little left.
>No cereal, but it’ll do.
>When was the last time you had a glass of milk?
>Eh, forget the glass.
>Straight from the jug saves clean up time.
>Drinking was awkward. You needed both paw-hands to hold it steady.
>It hit the spot. Like those times you wanted water for hours before finally getting some.
>Now sated, you could think.
>What was the delivery time on fresh food?
>You could probably order something online and have it shipped.
>One of the local stores did that for sure, but you needed to pick it up in person.
>Which was a problem.
Page 1