Here’s ECMajor’s kobold. The concept was so unique, I HAD to not only color it, but to write a little short erotica on it too.
Now hang on – you gotta read my story before you get the colored version! (well, of course you don’t HAVE to.) The concept is, I think, ECMajor’s. But I ran with it.
Cave Syrup
The source of the mysterious substance known as Cave Syrup, highly prized by alchemists, healers and chefs alike and worth 40 times it’s weight in gold, has at last been made public. In this expose, I reveal not only the how the delicious elixer is extracted, but delve deep into the detailed workings of the process and it’s secrets.
As you already know, some few years ago the special sauce swept the world with it’s revolutionary powers. Often called “the elixer of life” by it’s proponents, Cave Syrup is so rare and difficult to obtain that the secret of it’s origin has been long shrouded in secrecy by those few (and now wealthy!) individuals who have managed to discover them. But finally one of those has come forward. Due to inevitable threats, he has chosen to remain anonymous, but not only has he told this reporter how it is done, but he allowed me to follow him deep into the cave wherein he has set up shop.
Yes, this reporter has personally witnessed the veracity not only of the source, but has personally tasted a drop of the Syrup directly from the source, as fresh as is possible to obtain!
“I’ve made enough money,” he said as we walked deep under the earth. “It’s high time the public know the truth.”
Finally we arrived at a small chamber wherein stood a unique stone, vibrating audibly as we approached. While rare, these stones are not unknown to spelunkers. Due to some unknown resonance with the surroundings, they vibrate at various rates and frequencies in the dark places of the earth. This one, however, was fitted with an odd collar of sorts at the top and had been fitted with straps down two sides. The birdlike metallic spout and the stone cup under it’s beak made it plain that the source of the Syrup would reveal itself upon this very rock.
“Resonance Stones are all different, you see,” my guide explained as he began to make a weird hooting call between words. “Most aren’t the right frequency for them. But this one is exactly right.”
This reporter reached to examine the collar around the stone, but my guide slapped my hand away.
“NO! Don’t touch that!” he implored and I desisted from further manual examination. He went on to explain, “I found the stone just like this. Who knows how long, or by whom this stone was fitted with the Gathering collar? I dare not bother it for fear it may mis-tune the stone from the right vibration – disturbing it may make the stone useless!”
And then the true source of Cave Syrup entered. She was a small kobold, no taller than my chest. Yes, a kobold – the humblest of intelligent creatures on earth, so worthless that even taking them as slaves is barely worth the effort. Yet here she came, and squawked in her unintelligible tongue. Fortunately my guide was familiar with their speech and squawked back in a similar fashion. She looked at me oddly, then hopped upon the stone. She spread her legs across the stone as my guide strapped her into place, her ass towards the spout as she began to coo.
“They love the vibrations!” my guide explained. “Gets em all horny. Here, look…”
He squawked at her again, and she opened her eyes from her rapture and looked back at us, raising her tail to reveal her butt and fine genitalia between the cheeks. Already her vagina was becoming moist. This reporter’s eyes must have grown large as saucers as the source of the fabled Cave Syrup was revealed at last! The unique aroma of the sauce verified in an instant that this was no hoax. The source was right before me, flowing copiously as the little kobold returned to her cooing.
The first drop splashed into the small but deep stone cup and the kobold began to move.
“You see, we don’t hurt them in any way,” my guide explained as the drops began to gather. “They get a little rambunctious near the end, of course. The straps keep her from moving too much, and when they orgasm the juice really flows! So it’s best we keep her pinned to the stone. Some of them get to bucking awfully much! Now Jenny here… I call her Jenny anyway… she doesn’t get too crazy usually. But boy let me tell you, she can sure produce the product!”
As if on queue, the little kobold’s rhythmic movements on top of the vibrating stone began to increase as her cooing became more of a guttural moan.
“There look at that!” my guide exclaimed and we got in close to watch as the fluid began to flow in greater quantity from the little reptilian pussy in front of us. ‘Jenny’ looked back at us, pure lust in her eyes, but her restraints held her in place and she closed her eyes again, squawking something with desperate tones.
“She wants you to stick a finger in her,” my guide explained. “I usually don’t oblige them. Afraid my finger might contaminate the Syrup. But you’re welcome to if you’d like. Stuff is even better when it’s still warm and fresh from the pussy!”
I took him up on his offer and plunged a finger deep within, feeling the soft walls inside her clench it, while she tried to buck against my hand. But as much as she obviously wanted me to continue to feel her vagina, I extracted my finger and smelled the single, glistening drop that hung there. This was Cave Syrup, pure and unadulterated! I let the drop fall on my tongue and swirled the sweet, pungent liquid all across my tongue to be sure I tasted every hint of it’s flavor. It was better than any Syrup I’d ever had, still warm and viscous.
“Delicious,” I said, opening my eyes again to the smiling Syrup purveyor.
“It is, isn’t it? Best thing ever. Oh! Looks like you’ve set her off!”
Indeed, the little kobold was looking back at us, her eyes almost shut as she rode the stone to her climax in front of us. The flow of Syrup changing from individual drops to a stream that threatened to overflow the cup. I looked at my guide, but he shook his head.
“No, she won’t overflow it,” he said over the screaming of the kobold in her orgasmic throes. “I know my Jenny. She’s just about done.
And again, the Syrup Farmer knew his stuff. The bucking kobold was indeed slowing, looking back at us with longing now as her hips began to slow, her bottom wet with her own juices as she slid over the stone’s slick top. The flow slowed until it was just occasional drops and the kobold was moaning now.
My guide unstrapped her legs and ‘Jenny’ hopped down off the stone and hugged my leg. I had to shoo her away from my own genitalia as we bent to look at the cup. Nearly full! This single cup would fetch thousands on the market.
"What do you do with the rest on top?” I asked as he covered the cup and replaced it with a new one.
“Oh, I usually just lick it off. You want to do the honors?”
While the leavings on the stone were cooling by now, it was still nearly as fresh as straight from the source and was probably the most Syrup I’ve ever consumed in my life. I felt refreshed and, frankly, looked at the cup in envy.
“No, no, young man,” my guide said as he cleaned and polished the stone till it was sparkling. “That’s for the market!”
We began walking from the cave, the little kobold still holding my leg. As we neared the exit, the kobold cried something in her language and my guide answered her before she disappeared sadly back into the cave.
“How many you got down there?” I asked when we returned to his farmhouse.
“Oh, 18 active females. Some younger and some over the age though too. Had take the males out. They’d always try and come in and take over the milking. Made a mess of things. But I let em join the females in the springtime. Boy does the Syrup flow then!” he laughed, and I laughed along with him as we shared an iced tea, with just a hint of fresh-drawn Cave Syrup.
I don’t really remember where I got the drawing from. Sig is pretty clear, but I don’t know who “Moo” is. Still, I liked the drawing and went back to my “roots” with crazy shiny eelskin look Yeah, there’s no naughty bits – (though obviously I implied some down below with the shading that Moo didn’t have on the original)
I thought about putting in my own, but I kinda suck at it and besides, she looks kinda cute without em. Besides, with a mouth like that she’s already got plenty of orifice space.
I’m sure there’s a Vore connection here – why else would an artist get so good at drawing the inside of a mouth? But I can ignore it and just imagine she’s laughing at getting her feet tickled. Another fetish obviously, but hell, it’s a picture of a naked lizard. We’re already well into fetish territory.
I made up that name. The original is named Hist-Kissed. This is the single most accurate Argonian drawing I’ve ever seen in fact. It’s truly a marvel. Now I do tend towards more cartoony styles, but this just blew me away when I first saw it earlier this week.
I had to try my hand at coloring it. Whether I helped or hurt is up to you, but I certainly tryed my best. Flat colors first of course:
I took longer on those base colors than I ever have on anything before, with a range of colors and confining them to each scale. I can’t say I colored every scale, but damn close, basically from a very pale belly through lime, olive and standard green then into the more bluish tints on her back and head.
She’s also supposed to be a burlesque dancer per ECM, so as I started applying gloss I also put her on a stage and did a white-to-black radial gradient from the “pearl”. I also noticed a secondary light source somewhat up and to the left, so there are actually 3 shading layers here. One is the obvious, there’s a more subtle one on the left side though, representing that secondary light source. There’s also a third that simply darkens as it proceeds farther from the “pearl”. Very subtle and might be pointless, but it’s there.
Now you might think I was gonna go nuts with the glossy stuff here. I kinda did, but not a first. Just a couple of highlights where you’d expect.
A bit around the arms, boob of course, some hinting at ribs, a bit on the belly and hips and just a little on the thigh. Not bad right?
That’s because I was saving up. Every Single Scale. I weep for the resolution Tumbler defaults to:
I doubt you can even hardly tell at this resolution. But yes. Every single scale gets a highlight of varying intensity. I REALLY wanted this one to be special. I hope I achieved that because the original really, really is. Higher res over at FA.
Just a warning, though by now it’s too late. This is just about as NSFW as it gets – unless of course you choose to believe poor Katia just spilled milk all over herself. A very oddly viscous milk.
Believe it or not I actually watched a video tutorial on how to to draw – um… white viscous fluids. If you’re gonna do nsfw stuff you’ll probably eventually want to and I really like how this guy explains it. I use Photoshop and he’s using something else, but the technique is the same.
There’s a number of things I found appealing about it. #1 was the very clean lines. That always makes the coloring a lit nicer. Also, his style is unlike any other I’ve ever seen. Frankly, I think this is his best work.
As for the subject – look, it is what it is. She doesn’t look particularly upset so I don’t think this implies the R word, which would have been a big turnoff for me. More of a “Eww! Holy shit you came a LOT!” expression. Along with a bit of an exhausted look. At least that’s what I read into it.
Okay, let’s get started. Base colors are actually not canon. I tried with canon colors as I almost always do but found the “white viscous liquid” didn’t show up well, esp. on her pale chest. So I doubled it with two identical canon multiply layers, darkening the overall color. I removed a lot of the spatter-lines as they aren’t needed. Also removed the nipple lines for the same reason. Ill be adding them back in with shading.
Not going through every layer this time obviously. Here I’ve added shading and highlights. Still no white fluids yet. That comes last. As usual.
Rather proud of the furry shade border here. I think I’ll use that technique again. Rather than using concentric circles, I just use an eraser with the fade set short and varying sizes of brushes – essentially erasing into the shade. Tried to imply fur even with the leg and breast highlighting as well. Had fun with her eyes as I knew I would. Blu-circle does kinda weird eyes, but I like them as a change-up at least. I left those signature eyebrows alone. They are kinda weird but most of the expression comes from them so I didn’t want to touch that.
Okay, time to hose her down. This is the final. As weird as it sounds, I wish Tumblr would allow for more resolution. Is it wrong to be proud of this goop?
At this resolution, it just doesn’t do it justice. I mean, take a look at this. That’s some Top Quality Spooge-work right there! 🙂
After finishing From Elsweyr With Love, I wanted to do some simple coloring job to shift my head away from fanfiction for a bit. So I colored this by hear / pbrown ( https://e621.net/post/show/278434 )
But I didn’t think to look and see if he’d already colored it for some stupid reason! Of course he had. Here’s his real, official colored version:
I REALLY like what he did with the shading making her look furry. I didn’t. Well, so it goes. I’ll post mine here anyway, though probably no where else because his is official and mine’s just stupidly done by not checking if it had already been done:
(BTW, her nipple tastes like bubblegum I expect.)
So anyway, then I started looking for something to color that HADN’T already been colored by the original artist. And I couldn’t find anything I liked. So I looked around again. And I couldn’t find anything i liked. Maybe I’m getting too picky.
And then I came across this ass picture by Dbaru. I’d actually asked their (I say ‘their’ because sometimes I don’t have a clue of gender.) permission to color stuff, and they said it was fine.
In a display of incredibly bad judgement and a terribly overly optimistic assessment of her fanbase’s depravity, Katia Managan today spread her ass, revealing her anus to her entire fanbase, declaring, ‘You say your’re such devoted fans? Prove it. Kiss my ass. Right here. Right now. Pucker up your lips and plant them smack dab on my asshole! Go ahead if you’re such devoted fans! Here it is! Kiss it!’
When reached for comment later after the fiasco had been broken up by police, the khajiit still appeared to be shellshocked. “I had no idea!” she declared. “I just thought they would be offended and go home. That’s all I intended!”
“Have you learned anything from all this?” she was asked.
“Definitely. ‘Don’t assume ANYTHING!’” she said, eyes still wide, before a smile crossed her lips. “And I learned something new to ask my boyfriend to do.”
I wanted to do another nice, SFW Prequel related thing, so I came across this.
I want to say that’s by Rawrunes too, but I’m not 100%. Anyway, so I laid down base colors…
Added the shirt color and shading…
And finally some highlighting to come up with this.
I should have stopped right there. Really… It’s good. It’s done. Why oh why must that devil on my shoulder pop up and make me do these things? There is another version. For elsewhere. Bad Draggy!!! Isn’t the 3-d-izing of her boobies enough? MUST you make it worse?
Apparently I must. Here’s worse.
And today is my birthday so we’re going to ignore the fact that I reblogged this porn twice to the wrong blog. I claim Birthday Immunity! And I’ll take a pair of those delicious chocolate ‘cookies’ please. That’s all I want for my birthday.
Eyes remind me of Peanuts but I still liked the clean lines. So I did what I do…
Put the background in the base layer this time This scene had to be the one in Quill-Weave’s home in front of the stairs. I won’t post all the layers. But I figured she was probably looking at Quill-Weave so I added the ominous QW shadow. Ooooo! This is the final version below:
My headcanon is that this is innocent. QW just came home earlier than expected while Katia was relaxing in the bath. The door IS right beside the tub after all. Too bad, but this won’t make the Booru. I made a featureless version, but no – even then it’s too much I think.
I’ll have to figure out how to make shiny on fur look like water, not oil. However, history indicates that oil was used before soap was invented, so maybe this is more accurate than I thought!
I wrote another fanfiction. It’s pretty porny, though most details are left to your imagination. Which is probably far smuttier than anything I could dream up. Anyway, read if you wish. It’s about the night Dmitri and Katia spent together. There’s some things that don’t quite jibe with the known facts, but I think most work okay.
“Fucking guard duty. Goddammit, we’re necromancers! We should have some skeletons or something do this for us,” he thought as the night came on in earnest. “Besides, what the hell am I going to do if something dangerous comes along? Throw poison at it? This is stupid.”
Dmitri sat down and thought about his life. He’d been doing that a lot lately. He’d been staying here with the other Necromancers ever since they’d been evicted from yet another Mage Guild. Things were really getting tough for his chosen profession these days. He remembered back when he was a young, gangly teenager in mage school, it seemed like such a cool thing to do too. He’d even dyed his black hair blacker and put on eye-shadow back then.
“What could be more cool than being a Necro?”, he’d said to himself.
And, let’s face it, he hadn’t exactly been the most popular kid in school. Aside from the bigger kids picking on him, and the girls ignoring him or worse, it surely couldn’t hurt he’d figured. So he put on black robes (cool), studied hard (not cool) and joined the Necro clique. While it didn’t help with the girls, it definitely reduced the bullying by the bigger kids. Unfortunately he soon found he’d exchanged one set of bullies for another. But somehow he fit in well enough, finding his own niche in the clan. He still didn’t get any girls though. Which was a real pity too. He’d written some fiction and found he had quite an imagination for various… scenarios. Good thing he’d come up with his own secret code for his stories. His Necro-mates would have never let it go had they read them, but when inevitably they did find them, instead they were impressed by his knowledge of ‘Draconic’. It was also a good thing no one knew Draconic well enough to realize it wasn’t.
But now, years later, here he was, standing guard outside these crypts. He had managed to rise to a decent level in the group at least. He was a middling mage, but that was okay. He was too good to kill but not good enough to attract attention. It suited him, really. But it also made it tough to get out of stupid duties like this. Worst of all, he was still a virgin. That stung. He had such an imagination in that department, but by now he’d realized that it was probably the reason he’d never gotten laid. The few times he’d actually talked to a girl, he would start stammering until he’d get so tongue-tied he would just clam up. And he knew why. His imagination would stray to what lay under her clothing, and that would get in the way of him seeing her as another actual person.
Intellectually he knew all this, but it didn’t change anything. He would die an old virgin, he knew, and his own overactive imagination was to blame. But he still had hope even then. If he could ever get enough power to become a Lich upon his death, then he’d get all the girls! Lich lords were really cool!
Then he heard an unusual sound approaching from far away. A steady thump, as of someone running. Or something. The light from the torch was meager at best, and the moon happened to be behind a cloud. He saw nothing, but the sound was getting closer. And then she yelled at him.
“PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENIS!”
“What?! Land? I thought you were down…”
“PEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSS!”
That voice didn’t sound like Landorumil actually, he thought. It sounded more like…
And suddenly she was on him. She hit him like a ton of bricks, knocking him back against the wall and toppling the torch to the ground. A cat. A goddamned khajiit gone crazy. He tried to fend her off as best he could, having had no time to prepare any sort of spell. She seemed to be clawing at his robe! Fortunately she was a light little thing. He gave a good shove and she fell back to the ground.
Immediately he chanted a quick summoning spell and his favorite skeleton appeared in a flash.
“Hold her,” he commanded, and the skeleton obeyed, picking the scrawny khajiit up off the ground while she flailed at it.
“What the hell are you on about khajiit?” he asked, putting the torch back in it’s sconce. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
Then he turned back around and saw her clearly for the first time. “Oh my!”
“PENIS!” she said, starting to calm down a little. “You have a penis, right?”
“Um… yeeeees.”
“Please, mister, you’ve got to let me have it! It’s my specialty! I’m good at penises!”
Dmitri looked around. Apparently no one had heard the commotion. That was good at least. Then he turned back to the little khajiit. She’d stopped struggling and was now just dangling from the skeleton’s hand as it held her by the scruff of her neck. She was kind of cute, actually. Dmitri had always loved cats. He kept quite a few around the crypts, having convinced the Powers that Be that they would be good to keep the rats at bay. He’d seen a few khajiits in his life, of course, but never up close. They didn’t tend to hang around Mages Guilds.
“Calm down… Now before we start talking about my penis, how about a little introduction? What’s your name, khajiit?”
“Penis?”
“No. That’s part of my body. What’s your name?”
“Pas… No. NO, that’s not my name anymore. I’m… Katia Managan. Katia FUCKING Managan, and it’s my middle name!”
“Katia Managan. Okay, we’re making progress. What are you doing here, Miss Managan?” Dmitri asked as he looked her over. She smelled faintly of dust and wine, though surely not enough to be this drunk.“
"I broke em. I dropped them all.”
“You’re not making sense, Miss Managan.”
“I can’t make anything. I can’t make a fucking sign.”
“What’s wrong with you? Are you drunk?” Dmitri asked. She was certainly exhibiting all the signs.
“Drunk? Where?”
“Look. If I have Bones here set you back down, will you promise not to attack my robe again?”
“Bonerman! Well, I’m hornully awf. But if you say so. Say, you got anywhere we can be alone?”
“We are alone, Miss Managan.”
“No, I mean alone from you. Just me and Mr. Bonerman!”
“Set her down, Bones.”
The skeleton dutifully did it’s master’s bidding. Dmitri prepared for anything, but the khajiit woman fell to her knees and turned around to face the skeleton’s pelvis.
“Lies and Deceit! You got no boner Bonerman!”
“Miss Managan, maybe I should take you home. Can you tell me where you live?”
The khajiit had rolled on her back and was looking up between the skeleton’s legs and scratching it as if looking for something. Suddenly she started to cry. “I don’t live anywhere. I’m homeless. But my friend in Anvil…”
“Anvil. Okay. That’s not far. Come on, get up. Let’s get you into the cart…”
With that, Dmitri picked up the scrawny khajiit bodily and carried her to the nearby stable. She wasn’t heavy, but she was… warm. Bothersomely warm.
“Now you just wait here, I’ll be back in a minute, then I’ll take you to your friend’s house. Okay?” Dmitri asked.
“Oh! Sure! She’s got a great bed. You can rock me all night!”
Dmitri cringed. Cute as hell, but a bit much for him to handle alone he suspected. “Bones, keep her here. And keep her quiet!”
The skeleton sat on the khajiit’s head. Dmitri was about to protest when he heard her start to moan.
“Oh yeah! Give me that tailbone Mr. Bonerman!”
Dmitri blinked, then went in search of Landorumil down in the crypts. Both returned to the doorway a short time later, his ‘friend’ complaining.
“Okay, but you better be back before the boss gets wind of this.”
“Look, it’s just a few miles away. I’ll be back before dawn easy. Your shift was supposed to start in an hour anyway.”
“What the hell do you have to do in Anvil anyway?”
“Just have an errand to run. Thanks Land. I owe you one.”
“One HOUR!” he said as Dmitri walked back to the stable. Katia was busy sucking on the skeleton’s toes so he hitched a horse to the cart quickly and started off. Unfortunately, just as they were pulling away, Katia happened to look up and waved to Landorumil.
“Hi dude! Wanna fuck?” she called.
“What the hell?” Dmitri heard him yell, but he ignored the shouts and got the horse up to speed as he pulled out onto the path.
“BRING HER BACK!” he heard Landorumil shout, but then he was safely out of earshot.
“Aww. You’re no fun,” Katia pouted.
“Am so. I just… three’s a crowd.”
The khajiit climbed out of the cart and onto the seat beside him.
“What do you mean? Three’s fine! Three’s a PARTY!”
“Look, let’s just get you home, alright?”
Katia turned instantly morose again. “Don’t have a home. I’m a loser. Say, what’s your name again?”
“Dmitri. Glad to meet you. How’d you manage to get all the way out here drunk anyway?”
She lay down on the bench, her head in his lap, which was far more contact than he felt comfortable with.
“Demeter. Say Demeter, you got a penis under here?”
“Dammit Katia, leave my robes alone!”
“Oh! You do have one! Did I tell you, they’re my specialty?”
“Yes, Katia. You told me. Now leave me alone, please!”
“Told you. You’re no fun.”
“Look, we can have fun when we get you back, okay?”
That seemed to satisfy her, for a little bit anyway. “Found some wine in some crypt or something. It was good! Say, wanna see something?”
“Not yet.”
“Look at this! See this?”
She pulled open her blouse. Literally. Buttons flew and were lost on the path behind them.
“Check it out. I got underwear!”
Before he knew what he was doing, Dmitri looked. Brown bra. But then she took his hand and pressed it to a breast.
“Paint! Isn’t it the best idea? I thought it was the best idea.”
He yanked his hand away, but the damage was done. He tried to think of his grandmother.
“It was stupid,” she said, laying back on his lap, but he couldn’t help but notice her blouse remained awfully open.
“I’m a failure, Demeter. Everything I do is stupid. The only thing I know how to do is penises, and that’s too easy.”
“Oh, I’m sure you can do something else.”
The khajiit sat up and looked at him. He looked at her breasts.
“How do you spell Merchandise?” she asked.
“Merchandise?”
“Yeah! How do you spell it?”
“M E R C H A N D I S E”
“You sure I can’t play with your penis?” she asked, her eyes tearing up again.
“No!”
“You’d like it. I can’t spell, but I can do that.”
She put her head back in his lap, but face down this time, nuzzling for it.
“AAAAAAAAA!” he screamed as the cart hit a bump, sending a tooth home.
“Oh! Sorry,” she apologized sitting back up.
“Katia, look. It’s not that I’m not interested, believe me! But… can I be honest with you?”
She lay her head back on his lap again, sighing but at least keeping her muzzle towards the stars this time. “Not into cats. I know. I’ve heard it before. You should have seen me a few months ago! I was all skin! Not a stitch of fur! You’d have liked me then.”
“What? No. Actually, I love cats. But Katia… I’m a virgin.”
“You like boys?”
“NO Katia. I like women! I just… haven’t ever…”
“What?”
“Katia, I’ve never had sex.”
She stared up at him, uncomprehending. “What?”
“I’ve never done it. Until a few minutes ago, I could honestly say I’ve never even touched a woman.”
She snickered. “You still haven’t. You touched paint.”
“Good point.”
“Does it work?”
“Does what work?”
“Your penis. Does it work?”
Now it was Dmitri’s turn to be confused. “Yes it works. Why?”
“How do you know if you’ve never had sex?”
Dmitri’s dark skin let him blush without others noticing. That was one small advantage of being his race. It served him well now.
“Just… trust me, okay? It works.”
“Do you want to be a virgin?”
“Not really.”
“Then… why not?”
“Jeeze Katia, not here. On the road? What are you, some kind of slut?”
“Yup! That’s me. Slutcat. I’ve been called that before. Sometimes I’m a slut. When I’m drunk. When I’m not, I’m a lot… different.”
“You know, you don’t talk like you’re drunk anymore.”
“Oh, trust me. I’m drunk. Drunky and Horn. Do you know, I won’t even remember you when I wake up? I never do.”
“Blackout drunk? Jeeze Katia, how is that even possible? There’s no way you’re that drunk.”
The swaying of the cart and the warmth of her head was beginning to bother him even more. But he tried his best to ignore it. She was awfully pretty though. And that blouse was still open.
She sighed, “You know, after one night my parents sent me to a specialist. He cast some sort of spell on me. Had me watch this medallion. Back and forth, back and forth. When I woke up, he said it wasn’t because I was drunk. He said I have a deep problem with my inadequacy. He said when I get drunk, my personality changes to a slut. He said it’s just an excuse, and that I do it to prove to myself that I have some value. He said that the only thing I am confident of is my sex, and that I use it as a crutch to carry on when I’m normal. He said I keep it as a way to stay confident even though my best attempts to be of any value are worse than mediocre. Well no, maybe I said that.”
“That’s… awful,” Dmitri said. But he was remembering what that breast felt like.
“And…” she paused. “he said it’s the only way I can feel someone else likes me.”
“Now that’s not true. What about your friend?”
They were nearing the outskirts of Anvil when Katia began to cry again. “She’s wonderful. She’s a writer, did you know? I bet she never misspells anything!”
“Probably not. It’s an easy word,” he said
“What?”
“Nevermind,” Dmitri said and started stroked her head, trying his best not to look further down, but failing.
“It’s okay Katia. Everybody is better at somethings than others. It’s no reason to be ashamed of yourself.”
“I’m better at penises.”
“Well, that’s still something, isn’t it?”
“She doesn’t even like em.”
“What?”
“Quill-Weave. She likes other girls.”
“Quill-Weave. Odd name.”
“Argonian. She’s nice. She gave me a hug once. It was awkward.”
“Where does she live?”
Katia sat up and looked around. “Over there. Down that street. But she won’t be home. She’ll be at the bar.”
A few minutes later and they stopped, Dmitri guiding the horse to the alley beside the house.
“Well, here you go Katia,” Dmitri said.
“Not gonna happen, Demeter,” she said, smiling an evil smile.
“What?”
“No way I’m letting you go. I owe you. Come on in, virgin. I’m going to rock your world.”
Dmitri started to protest, but he’d been ogling those furry boobs for far too long. His smile was mixed with fear, but…
“I can’t! Bones… He can’t be seen in town like this.”
The slutcat smiled. “PARTY!!!”
She took his hand and drew him into the house and up the stairs, the skeleton dutifully following close behind.
Dmitri didn’t protest any longer, though he was fairly sure that, dark skin or no, he was glowing by now. Damn she was pretty, but he was as nervous as a… cat. What if it didn’t work? He might have the imagination of an erotica author, but… for real? He wasn’t sure how to do anything for real.
The next four hours were the most incredible experience of his life. To say she was wild was an understatement. And he became just as wild eventually. They found a hidden area in the closet, where her friend apparently kept an odd leather outfit as well as numerous exotic toys. They used them all with abandon. By the time it was over, he was exhausted and completely sated. He’d explored every inch of her. Every fantasy he’d conjured up, she was game for, and her competence was justified. She was good with penises. Very good indeed. They’d even found interesting uses for the skeleton, which, oddly, didn’t bother him. Bones had been his closest companion save for his cats, and of course it helped that he wasn’t really alive. Unlike some sentient skeletons, Bones was just an animatron. In this case, an oversized sex toy. Plus Katia had many ideas of her own. Female ideas that he would never have thought of. She only apologized for not having a large fruit available. They checked the kitchen downstairs, but no – there were no pineapples. There was the kitchen table. And a counter that turned out to be less stable than it first appeared. But no pineapples. The peas were an interesting idea. He found out he really liked peas, if served in certain special ways. They ended up breaking the bowl, but nobody got hurt.
Finally he fell back onto the bed, heaving as if his life were nearly spent. He looked at Katia and she rolled over onto her back.
“Was I good?” she asked.
“The very best,” he assured her. “Unbelievably good.”
She smiled and closed her eyes. “I have all the friends,” she murmured, then she rolled back onto her stomach and began to purr, closing her eyes.
When finally he’d gotten his breath back, she was fast asleep. He got up and put the blanket over her.
“Damn that was fun,” he thought. “If I died tomorrow, I wouldn’t regret it!”
Then he looked around the room. Slowly sanity returned and he saw the room. Really saw it. It was trashed. The red paint on the walls was particularly obnoxious. He looked down. Yup. He had red underwear now.
“Oh gods, what have I done?”
He turned to Bones and got an idea. After a quick search around downstairs, and a trip to a nearby merchant who was open late, he returned with some cleaning supplies, a box of chocolates, a potion that she might well need, and a pen and paper. Then he gave the skeleton a command that the skeleton immediately began to follow, while Dmitri began to write. He yielded to his baser instincts though and pulled the blanket partially off the sleeping khajiit and used her body as a table, taking care not to break through the paper, but enjoying the concept of using her curves as a table. It made his writing sloppier, but he was going to take advantage of every new opportunity he could think of.
“Who knows when I’ll be able to use a woman’s ass as a table again?” he thought. “Damned if I’m not going to this time!”
He was halfway through the letter when the door opened. The argonian’s eyes went wide and he suddenly realized had taken his robe off in case Katia wanted to go another round. “There’s always hope!”
A few minutes later, after some hasty commentary, he found himself downstairs in the author’s parlor. She was seething and crying at the same time. He explained as best he could, but he had to leave out some parts. He explained that Bones would continue until the room was as clean as he could make it, but that he had to go. And he saw no reason to mention the somewhat wobblier countertop.
“She’s really not like that. All the time,” Quill-Weave said as he was preparing to leave. The tears in her eyes belied her protestations that Katia was just a friend. For his part, Dmitri explained that it wasn’t just Katia. He was a guilty party too. It had just been too… wild. And that he really did like her. That mollified the Argonian somewhat.
“Look, Dmitri. You seem like a decent sort. For a man anyway. I’m glad you care for her beyond… just that.”
“I do. Let me just finish the letter I was writing for her, and I’ll be gone.”
“You do that,” Quill-Weave said. “But use the table here. It’s made for writing.”
After the experience tonight, Dmitri thought he would be immune to blushing, but he managed to anyway. He started to explain, but realized it was pointless. She probably understood just fine. He was a man, after all. He finished the letter, went upstairs to leave it on the table, and kissed the khajiit. She stirred a little but went back to her purring. He looked around to make sure the door was still closed, and kissed her again, somewhat lower, just for himself. She purred louder. Then he left the room and went back downstairs.
At the door he paused for a minute, Quill-Weave’s eyes turned to him, still wet but curious.
“Listen, Quill-Weave…”
“Yes?”
“We… well. We found your toys.”
Suddenly the argonian’s eyes went wide.
“Yeah. Those. Um… You might want to boil those. Or something.”
Her mouth dropped open. The rows of teeth were worrisome, so his last words he said were just before he closed the door on the way out..
“Um… especially the purple one. It has been places that… well, you might just want to burn it.”
He heard something hit the door as he closed it quickly. It might have been a shoe. Then he got the hell out of there.
Wow. I sure hope I suck less as an author than I do as a blogger. I reblogged this from my bdprequel blog. That is… I reblogged it from the same blog that I blogged it from the first time. Sorry for the duplicate all you following me on bdprequel.tumblr.com. I meant to reblog it from bdnsfw. God I’m terrible at social media stuff. Well, at least now that I’m reblogging it CORRECTLY, I get to include a couple of Kaz commissions from last night in it as well.
Yes, more coloring of Valtik’s Roo. Spent some quantity time with this one. Whether or not it shows is a different question, but damn if I’m not going to make you look at all the shit I did! 🙂
That’s the original. So there’ll be no hiding in dark places on this one. In fact, those few places with shade, I removed so I could do my own shading. Here’s the base colors:
A bit more work on the background here than I usually do, and I added some sand on her blanket. Yeah, there’s a couple of quirky spots, but don’t worry, those get covered up anyway later. But it was about here that the 2nd boob started bothering me. I ended up going with it as-is, but it just seems somehow wrong. Maybe too low? But others convinced me it was fine, so in the end I removed an edit I did and went back to the original. Now… shading…
There’s my light-lines layer as well as shade layers to help guide where shading needs to go. The source is also closer to the viewer so most of the good stuff is out of the shade. The shading on the blanket is my standard “purple multiply” layer stuff, but the shade on her body is actually a Normal layer with selected color rather than the same. Kept the shading pretty sharp because the next is not going to be sharp at all…
That too is actual painting rather than just gloss. It does function like gloss somewhat, but the colors aren’t just lighter, they’re a bit warmer (redder) than simply a lighter color. Yeah, that’s what I get from reading some tutorials.Don’t worry, there’s still true gloss to come…
Now… what’s different this time? Edge reflections. Those edges near the blanket are taking on some of the blue hue of the blanket, while upper edges are outlined in white, suggesting light from above. Not the first time I’ve done reflectivity, but it may be the most obvious on her butt. Okay, time to wrap this up. Guess what’s next?
Highlights in the eyes, some glossy on her ass and… intimate places. Even some on her book to suggest a glossy cover. Yup! I like it.
As to her attitude, why’s she disappointed in you THIS time? Of course, only Valtik knows for sure and he’s not talking. My first impression was another “Stiop looking at my ass!” type frown. But on reflection, I don’t think that’s it.
I think it’s a “What the hell are you waiting for? A literal fucking invitation? I didn’t bring you to this private nude beach just to read a book! Lick it or something!!” sort of frown.
But if you go there first, you’re cheating a little. 🙂
This work involves bridal lingerie. So I went over the top a little. I wanted to be able to control opacity on different parts of the lingerie. I ended up with 8 separate and distinct layers on just this lingerie. Overkill? Yeah. But now I get to play dress-up (dress down). In order I have layers named: tailband, gloves, straps and bands, pussycover, legbottom, brabandsandfrills, nippleflowers and remainder, each with separate opacity settings so I can vary the transparency of any particular part. Alas, I have to have a “canon” setting. I went with this:
But we need to fill that lingerie! Ghost Shading Incoming:
Because it looks kinda neat and weird.
I wanted to use a real background with this for some reason. I ended up going with a Bridal Bed. So here’s GhostRoo over the background I chose:
Okay, Okay. Here’s the finale. Tsundroo Bride.
So here’s what I did differently than I usually do. First, notice the light edging on the left (her right). I just saw that on another pic I liked and gave it a shot. Second, and I’m not sure how obvious it is, but I colored the lines. I’ve definitely never done that before. However, I didn’t color the lines on her face as it looked kinda weird when I tried that, so I left them black.
She’s pretty muscular so the ab shading was a given, but I like a little pooch in the belly too so I highlighted a bit there. The rest is pretty much my standard. Gloss yes, but relatively soft this time anyway.
As for the words, she was originally answering a fan’s offer of marriage. However, I also imagine that she’d be Tsundroo to the very end, never admitting she actually wanted to get married. Man she’d be a pain in the ass to live with, but I suspect she’d rock your world in that bed.
bdnsfw 