Miss you man. Hard to think it's almost been 2 years.

My snout grazes over your moistened diaper. Your cries of ecstasy motivate me to continue on, my whiskers twitching with equal excitement. I open my mouth-- ever so slightly and bite a thicker part of your diaper. The crinkling noises of my fangs lightly pushing up and down on the material drives me wild, my erection getting impossibly larger. When you finally go silent and all either of us can hear is panting, I rip your diaper off. Now you're exposed. I push back my furred foreskin and put the tip into your pulsing anus. When I thrust in, you yip and your tail stiffens. Your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ is nearly too tight, but like elastic, it stretches open to welcome my ever growing member. I smile at this.

RIP buddy. I still think about you often. I miss you.

Rest in peace

RIP Hamish.

Rest in peace, sir.