His prey was not far now. He could smell it. It was helpless and weak. It was unaware and ignorant. And best of all, it would be delicious.

He silently padded closer, a master of stealth. Even the tags dangling from his blood-red collar were silent as they waved gently. He would be upon it in an instant, burying his head deep into its mortal wound, torn in twain by his jaws. He would eat well this morn, and none would dare approach, lest they fall victim to his razor-sharp fangs and inhuman strength.

Almost upon it now, the hunter took a moment to feed his ego. He was Isen! His stare alone made other predators and his prey alike weak in the knees! His steps shook the ground beneath his paws! His very name was legendary, let alone his deeds! No lady could resist his charms; they couldn't keep their hands off of him. With but a word, gentle, yet firm, he got what he wished. He was King among huskies and the lesser species alike! And, as he would now show his prey, for very good reason...

Isen pounced! Landing with a thud that quaked the ground, his prey, sensing its defeat, slumped without a word to the ground. Using his jaws, trained to deadly effectiveness through rigorous daily training, he tore asunder the tough, tasteless hide of his prey and shoved his head in to feast upon its mouthwatering innards.

'Kibbles AND bits!' Isen thought happily, indulging himself greedily. 'This truly is a feast fit for a King!'

The grey-and-white husky wagged his tail happily, lost in the bliss of his unabashed repast. Each morsel he munched with reckless abandon, giving in again to the ecstasy of eating. It was inarguably this enjoyment he derived from dining that put not only a swagger in his step, but a jiggle and a bounce, as well. His chubby belly rounded out beneath him, white fur giving way to the grey that covered his back about halfway up his sides, dripped onto his legs, and hooded his head.

With his thought processes out to lunch and icy blue eyes squeezed shut against errant crumbs and saliva and his head submerged in the belly of his prey, Isen was in no position to notice his own stomach swelling slowly rounder. Even as admittedly chubby as he was, it was still some minutes before it reached the unyielding ground beneath him, and Isen got his first hint of his growing fullness.

Nevertheless, he ate on until his hind paws could no longer quite touch the ground, and he rocked forward upon his own glutted gut. Snapping up a few last mouthfuls of food, he retracted his head from the gaping hole and lay on his side with a happy sigh. The dog food bag deflated, defeated.

The pleasure of his massive meal, Isen found, was not without a side dish of pain. He stomach ached a little with all the food crammed into it, but he had even grown to like this, a little. It was another sign of his elevated position in life, that he could afford to eat as he pleased, and the belly he saw sitting heavily on the floor now was another. He had heard time and again praise for his frame, and gladly shared stories of his prowess and power.

Isen sighed, smiling. With more of him, it seemed, came more love from the ladies. Truly, there was always plenty of him to go around- whether for the ever-popular and soothing belly rubs, or trips to the best sunbeams around. The grass was ticklish, yet cool and soothing, good for a roly-poly roll now and then. And he was a soft, plush cuddle buddy those cold winter nights by the fire.

Snatching up a few stray scraps with his wide pink tongue, Isen lay his head down and closed his eyes, smiling. It was time for a royal nap, he had decreed, and then- lunch! Perhaps he would finish off his prey from earlier and then call the jester to amuse him between then and supper.

Isen's tail wagged slower and slower, winding down to a stop as he drifted into a happy sleep. Dreams of future repast satiated his senses. The future had never looked brighter- or tasted better.