A Fictionalized Account of the adventures of Draggy and Riona in the North East. It’s only related to Prequel in that we stopped in to see Kaz on the way and some of the images I commissioned from Kaz to illustrate this are used – but I will use every source I feel like for them! I think it will be a 5-parter.
Part 1 – Departure
Draggy managed to pry open one eye just enough to see that it was morning before slamming it back shut again. But something in the back of his head was nagging him and he couldn’t go back to sleep. What was it? There was something…
“OH! I’m on VACATION!” he remembered aloud as he sat up suddenly, rolling Riona off the bed. He sheepishly looked over the edge to see what damage he had caused this time.
The cat was looking none too pleased as she glared at him, her whiskers twitching and rubbing her butt.
“Good morning…?” he said, smiling as inoffensively as he could.
She took his head in both her hands and pulled herself to her feet. “Draggy, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll go down and get me some coffee. Right Now.”
Instead he gave her two kisses on his favorite parts and was gone before she could swat him away.
“Decaf!” she called, “I’m going back to sleep as soon as we’re on our way!”
An hour and a half later she made good on her prediction and he felt her snoozing on his back as he began the long twelve-hour flight northwards to the Capitol. Long and boring. But he didn’t mind. He was FREE! No work for the next week. They’d been planning this trip for months in fact, and now at last they were off to see DC and New York City. Not that either hadn’t made this trip before, but there was so much to both cities that he’d had no problem making a rough itinerary of new places to go.
One plan though that Riona had insisted upon was that they not be TOO structured so they could stop along the way and do whatever came up. A couple of hours into the trip Draggy spied a likely distraction he thought she’d like. A cheese farm in Philadelphia, Tennessee.
Riona awoke, of course, feeling him descend and slow. “Bathroom break?” she asked.
“That and a cheese farm. Looks interesting.”
“Mmm! Good choice,” she said, appraising the sign below. "Stop in front – I want to get a selfie!“
An hour later they were back underway with a pound of cheese added to their baggage.
The weather had been fine for the first few hours, but as they continued northeast along the Shenandoah valley the clouds thickened and a light shower began. Riona did manage to get some excellent pictures of a rainbow before darkness fell and the rain began in earnest as they turned eastward towards DC. Draggy had a vague plan that when they got to their hotel in Bethesda, he might get away to go see Kaz for a couple hours, but the rain was delaying their speed and it became clear that wasn’t going to happen. When finally they found their hotel, checked in and got into their room, his eyes were spinning after hours of trying to see through the gloom and rain.
"You doing okay?” Riona asked.
“Yeah, just tired. And hungry. The lady at the front desk said there’s a little store just down the street. Maybe some crackers to go with the cheese?”
Riona perked up at that. “And sardines! I’ve been craving sardines!”
“You got it! Mustard or Tomato sauce?”
“Surprise me!”
When he got back, they feasted on Sardines in Louisiana Hot Sauce, crackers, and Garden Cheese. Maybe not a Michelin 3-star meal, but pretty good fare for a late night in-room snack. Draggy was smart enough to rinse off the cans and flush the remainder down the toilet before going to sleep though. Sardines might smell delicious right after opening the tin, but in the morning the aroma wouldn’t be so appealing.
Finally he wriggled in beside Riona who was busily tapping away at her laptop.
“Facebooking?” he asked, glancing over her shoulder.
“Mmm hmm,” she answered, tickling his nose with her ears.
He shoved his head under her arms, between her and her laptop.
“I can’t see when you do that, you know,” she said, mildly annoyed but stroking his head-fins.
In answer, Draggy nuzzled his head down between her breasts with a big grin and closed his eyes happily snug between her pillows. He listened to a deep intake of breath as she sighed and felt the laptop move, to be replaced on top of his head. He fell to sleep with the warm air from the laptop on top and the softer warmth of his wife underneath with the familiar clack-clack of the keyboard as his lullaby.
I’m on realbboy’s discord that’s prequel-focused and I’d talked realbboy into creating a separate fanfic channel. It’s been too quiet so I promised to write one. I took inspiration from this – a commission from Enheldor by Kazerad:
And this time, Kaz can read it if he wants. He has my permission. I had to do some archive-searching to figure out exactly when this might have happened and pegged the time as just after Katia took a bath but before she left in the next panel. And of course all mention of it has been expunged from the record.
Without further ado – A Fine Apple.
“Well, that was… weird,” Quill thought as she closed the door behind her. She stood outside the door for a minute, listening to see if the crazy Khajiit inside her house would get up to anything stupid. She heard nothing until suddenly she heard the distinct sound of pawpads running towards the door from the inside.
“Holy shit! She’s coming! I can’t let her catch me spying on her!” Quill Weave thought quickly and leaped atop the nearest hiding place she could find, which turned out to be the neighbor’s patio roof. To call it a roof was, perhaps, a little generous. It might keep rainwater from falling to the floor underneath well enough, but her first touch proved it would not hold a fully grown Argonian from doing the same. In a panic, she leaped from one support beam to the next, barely avoiding collapsing the whole structure before she managed to jump onto a branch and swing back to the ground.
She glanced back and saw the cat standing in her doorway, looking straight at her. She bounded away over a fence and out of sight before stopping to catch her breath.
“Damn it! Pull yourself together girl! She’s just a cat and a scraggly one at that. You don’t even like Khajiits. Do you?” the Argonian asked herself.
Still, she did use her Gaydar at the bar the other day, she realized. Was she disappointed with the result? If not, why do it in the first place? Of course, it’s not every day you see a naked Khajiit hanging from the roof at the bar. There’s some real talent there…
“I’m gonna need a drink,” she decided. “Just as soon as I get done at the castle!”
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It took no time to drop in and ask about bringing her ‘friend’ to dinner of course, so rather than head back to encounter that cat again, she opened the door to her second home. Fortunately the bartender was being friendly today and didn’t give her a hard time.
“That was quite a night last night, eh Quill?” he asked as he handed her the third bottle.
Quill spent a millisecond considering if she should tell him about her discovery that the cat had trashed her house and was still there. Some things just needn’t be public knowledge. Instead she downed half the bottle before replying, “Yeah, quite a performance.”
“You going to pay me back for that pineapple? Those things aren’t easy to get around here you know.”
Quill sighed. “Oh, I guess. Here. Will that cover it?”
The bartender appraised the coins she’d plunked down. “Quill, that will buy the pineapple AND another case!”
“Well then bring it man!”
An hour later, the room was swimming. But that was alright, Quill Weave liked swimming. Sitting on a bar stool without falling off, however, was getting more challenging.
“Look MISHTER,” she was saying to where the bartender had been a moment ago, “Jush because I looked at her doesn’t mean I was interesting in her or anyth.”
“Oh, are you still talking about that Khajiit?” said his voice from behind her as he was mopping up some liquor that had missed her mouth somehow.
“STHAY IN ONE PLACE DAMMIT! Sop sneaking around behind me. What kinda barthender are you anyway?”
“Well I was just saying, you don’t use that on everybody. You’ve never used it on me!”
“Yer not my thype, baldy.”
“So, she is your type then?”
“She’s a slutcat. Parading around nekked like that. If I wanned to be a slut, I’d be the best slut this town has ever seen. I’d hang upthide down bettern she ever did.”
“I’m sure you would… say, don’t you think you’ve had enough? It’s still afternoon and you’re sloshed, Quill.”
“I’m juss saying. You like me donchoo? You doen wanna see me nekked on the ceiling do you?”
“No Quill. I don’t want to see you naked.”
“I bet I cood do that thing with the pineapple too. Probably better’n her. Wimpy little cat. And I could do it without splatting the whole thing all over too! Hey! I see another pineabble back there! Gimme that.”
“Quill, you don’t need that pineapple.”
Quill pondered that for a minute. “Do I need a pineabble?”
“No, you don’t. You need to go home. You can go take a nap and sleep this off. You were saying you have a dinner to go to at the castle tonight Quill. You need to go home.”
“I do, don’t I? Do you know where my house is?”
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As she staggered home, somewhere in the back of her addled brain she realized it was best she take the back way home. She paused to relieve herself of some excess drink and looked curiously at the clear liquid she’d brought back up for a while, not quite understanding what it was she was looking at. Then she looked at the little ball with a string tied to it and the orange that the bartender had given her. He was right, she decided. She’d have to work up to the pineapple. She took off her clothes and started to practice.
When finally she floated to the door in front of her house, she stared at it for a little while. “Why are you on the wrong side?” she asked the door. “You should be the other way around.” She knocked at her own door. “Hello? Who’s there?” she answered herself. Nobody answered, so she opened the door.
The cat was standing there with a beard of suds, looking at her dumbfounded. “Quill Weave?”
“Oh! I’m thorry. I thought thith was my houth. Thorry misther.”
“Quill, are you drunk?” the Khajiit asked, wiping the suds-beard off her chin.
“Oh! Hi Katia. Did you see that old man? You’re looking fine. Did you take a bath? Mmm. You smell clean,” Quill drawled, staggering into the Khajiit.
“QUILL! Stop that!”
“You’re one fine-looking cat you know. Hey! Wanna see me do a trick? I’ve been practith. Praktish.. Dammit, I’ve been P R A C T I C I N G! Now where is that ball and orange? Katia, do you see a ball or an orange on me anywhere?”
“I see a lot of you Quill, but sorry, no ball or orange.”
“Oh! Here’s that ball!” Quill said, finding the toy where Katia hadn’t looked.
“OH MY GOD! QUILL!”
“You know, if you were a toy, you’d be whoa-yo!”
“Quill! Be careful, the bath-tub is right there.”
“…and if you were a fruit, you’d be a FINE-apple!”
And with that, she fell butt-first into the tub.
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Katia was smiling, but made the oath anyway. “Never. I promise.”
“I mean it. Just forget that ever happened,” Quill said. “Thanks for getting me sober again, but really REALLY forget it. It didn’t happen.”
“Of course not. Don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
Quill looked at the cat. That was a shit-eating grin if ever she’d seen one.
So last post I was talking about not having done any commissions from Kaz for a while but that I just hadn’t gotten inspired. Plus he’s been doing streams like every night for days now. Well I got one coming now that I’m looking forward to. He did the Quill Weave playing RPG with a little imagining of her PC. A dashing archer. So it will be good to get that and do my color thing on it.
I actually commissioned FurNut a few days back for a followup to the Katia/Trashpanda Noodle thing. Basically I was looking through the booru during a stream to try and get inspiration when I ran across that and realized I really like the style.
I don’t think it would be trash-talking FurNut to say he’s a bit over the line into cubby sort of things sometimes. Okay, well and truly over any line you care to draw. But he’s got the cutest style ever. (Well, actually even when it IS over the line it’s still cute.) Seems like his characters are always so… I don’t know… HAPPY looking. I really became enamored of his style with this:
That’s just adorable work there. So after Kaz did his take on Trashpanda and Katia sharing a noodle with a sexy nude Katia on a plate with noodles, I noticed one glaring flaw. It wasn’t colored! Oh the shame! Well, it JUST SO HAPPENS, FN, that I have been working on learning to color… so I asked him if I could color it. I won’t post it here again, if you’re following me you probably already know the one.
So I thought I’d commission FurNut directly and ask for a followup. I’d requested something like “Katia and Trashpanda playing in the noodles”. I had something roughly like this in mind:
I fell asleep before FN could get to mine though so he held off till I was able to watch a stream. (He’s got a cool animated facial-motion-tracking avatar thing that I think we’ve officially named Dapperkitty. It’s the coolest thing ever and perfect for a stream. I want to get one. I noticed they have a Dragon so… that might happen if ever I did anything stream-worthy.)
A couple nights ago the stars were aligned and i watched him draw my commission on his stream. Before he started, he said he had an idea but it might be too NSFW for the Prequel booru.
Now look. I’m a guy, and in most cases that means I’m a pig for that stuff. I’m not going to sugar coat it. I don’t think I’m particularly INTO furry porn, but I definitely appreciate the well done ones. And it’s been my experience that if an artist has an idea, let them run with it! It’s better than anything you could dream up. That’s why I commissioned this from Kaz:
I had no idea what it was going to be, but Kaz said he had an idea for an Adine picture and I was more than happy to pay $10 to get it realized. Because Kaz ideas are pretty often best ideas. Best $10 I ever spent? Probably not, but it’s up there!
So I told FurNut to go ahead with his idea. And yea – it was IMHO a good one. A very good one. Also his method is VERY amenable to coloring. His lines are clean and uniform. Believe me, after coloring scanned paper drawings, it’s like heaven!
Here’s the thing. I can’t post it directly here. I really do want to keep this tumblr SFW – at least marginally. Here’s a cropped version anyway:
But I can link to it, with the VERY clear admonition that it’s NSFW. Depending on your definition, it’s porn. Not sex, but… well, if you don’t fear clicking the link, you can be the judge…
But it’s so CUTE! And I was very proud of my coloring job on it too. I honestly think it was 2:00am last night when I finished it. (I get obsessed easily). So I made a version with no nipples and no… well… camel toe? that I thought might just squeak by the Booru rules as questionable.
Kaz still had his stream up so I popped in and asked him if it would be acceptable.
He laughed and basically said. “No. No no no.”
I’ll be honest, I felt bad. Embarrassed. I felt like I should have KNOWN that based on his reaction. Why could I not see that it was so over-the-line that it shouldn’t have even been a question? Still do kinda. I guess I’ve just gotten so desensitized to such things that when I see something so cute, I don’t really “see” the sexual part of it as much. I dunno.
Well there’s plenty of other places to post it. Other than FurNut’s booru I’ve upped it to e621, FA and Sofurry now. That’s enough. And I’ll get over my embarrassment quickly. By the time I finish coloring QW’s PC, this will all be a vague bad memory. And I’m aware I’m overly sensitive to such things – esp. considering some of the other side-works I do.
I think last night’s stream was the 2nd stream I’ve failed to get a commission from Kaz. A couple streams back I wanted something but was out of ideas and I think it was FurNut that came up with “Adine and Katia trying on lingerie”. However, I had to bail on the stream and Enheldor asked if he could commission it instead. Wasn’t even my idea so, sure!
I was a little disappointed the next morning when there was no sign of it in makimb0′s imgur, but not really surprised. Whether it was too lewd or if it simply wasn’t interesting enough for Kaz, I’m not sure. FurNut picked it up though from Enheldor and did a really cute take on it in his style. I thought the original was Adine and Katia, but if so it got changed to Adine and Rainbow Dash. In fact, his was b&w greyscale and I colored it. I was going to link to it here, but realized it might be just a little over the NSFW line for posting directly on this blog.
However, here’s a link to it if you’re okay with that:
I’m afraid I’m not much of a fan of ponies, but it was still cute I thought. I do have a couple commissions coming in sometime soon, the main one being a commission for something like “Katia and a butterfly” or something like that. (I was trying to be too cute by half and make it totally non-lewd). Looks like I got a nice butterfly and perhaps a distant Katia on the ground far below if I saw it right in the stream imgur. Also got a crayon Katia-picking-up-quarters coming.
But last night’s stream I totally struck out. I just couldn’t think of much. The one idea I had was to do a commission of QW’s D&D character. I really liked the bit from the sidestory where QW was playing with some friends at a bar when Katia stumbled in drunk and would love to see more related stuff.
But Kaz didn’t like the idea or something. I just like the idea of QW, who’s normally a pretty conservative stick-in-the-mud doing something as uncharacteristic as playing D&D. And of course, what kind of character would she choose?
Afterwards, I realized we might already have that:
Granted that was technically Dodger but, cmon, we all know it’s a young QW right? And really I don’t know if imaginary PCs change all that much when you get older. If so that would be a pretty awesome D&D character anyway.
Which led to an idea I would love to come to fruition one day. I think Kaz would be the ultimate DM. I’d love to play some sort of RPG with him in a stream someday (even if it involved ponies). I bet he’d run a great game.
(Yes, I mined through Kaz’ tumblr looking for some vaguely appropriate image)
Of course, for practical reasons that’s unlikely to happen. I think one of the recent tumblrs brought in like 50+ viewers. How can you make sense of a 50+ player RPG? You can’t. And as much as I want to be ‘special’ I know I’m kinda not. Just noisy and lewd which really isn’t the same thing.
I am going on vacation in mid August to Washington DC and NYC and will be staying in Bethesda for a couple of days. Kaz lives about an hour from there and I fantasized a bit about going to meet him. But I’ll chicken out. Let’s face it, I’m not the right demographic (if you didn’t know already, I’d be considered OLD by most the fans) and besides it would probably be awkward as hell.
I wish that weren’t the case, but there’s a helluva difference between yabbering on a stream chat and saying “Hi. How are you? I’m that old guy that keeps asking you to draw cat boobs.”
Yeah, I think I’ll have a great time visiting Washington.
Got a couple new commissions from Kaz recently (and I still honestly haven’t send my $ to him for these, so I am PROMISING myself to go get that in the mail as soon as I finish this!
I do like coloring scans. It’s just fun for me if I like what I’m coloring. But it’s been a while. So I was happy to see a bar-stream recently (as homestreams aren’t physical commissions). The first one was just a doodle-thing Kaz did that I asked if I could have. The intent was no deeper than Kaz asking if people could see the stream. But perhaps it has some deeper existential meaning. I didn’t spend much time on it – it’s just a doodle after all…
Playing with hard shading mostly. I also commissioned a couple at a homestream – might as well put those up here, though they’re 100% Kaz – I had no hand in them but for the commission. I was on a Weedum-Ja kick that night so I got Weedum-Ja topless bikini. (it’s really okay. Argonians are canon nip-less as here):
And I commissioned one of Katia working on the update. The topless part I didn’t even ask for!
Then somewhere along the line during the barstream I got onto an Adine kick – (aka Goggles from Angels with Scaly Wings). He drew me one physically which I’ll finish this post out with. The other I THOUGHT I wanted physically too but he talked me out of it to await him going home and doing it there. The commission was “Katia washing Adine in the shower”. (There’s a shower scene in Angels with Scaly Wings.) Little did I know Kaz had a plan for that involving a .gif animation:
Yeah, he was right. That needed to be a .gif. However, I found out quickly that there are some quite-serious fans of Goggles (Spencerish just one!). Well, I hope to quell any hard feelings with this next one. However, since it doesn’t contain any Prequel characters, I can’t put it up on the Booru there. Here’s the commission before I got my claws on it:
And I just finished coloring it, revising the text to be more readable etc:
Even my wife got that joke and she has no clue who Goggles is. (Though she did ask why she’s talking into her tail like a phone. Part of Angels with Scaly Wings reference there.)
And then, I just had to include this one to finish up, even though it’s not mine:
I think it was at Kaz’ most recent barstream (he’s been doing homestreams mostly lately) I actually joined early and he had drawn this:
Of course I had to at least ask for it! I have coloring and shading practice to do at the very least, and having a concerned QW looking out for my mental health seemed an awfully good way to start, even if she’s far too late. I posted a version of it on the booru last night but realized this morning I got her tongue totally wrong. So here’s the flatcolor version with a basic green background.
And of course my standard soft shading (with cleavage! I couldn’t very well leave that out even if I’m keeping it minor this time.)
But I think it was Pronin who was suggesting I use more hard edged shading, so I gave it a shot. I’m just not confident in it’s use to use it alone yet. In fact, it was this fan art from Heresy! that made me want to try it:
I’d gotten an early linedrawing of it from /trash/ and did my own coloring – I didn’t realize it was Heresy! himself that had posted it. I thought it was some old, dead linework. I even did my own color job of it, (which is embarrassingly bad compared to his and will never see the light of day!) But this seems like a good example of both soft and hard shading used effectively.
I figured the best background would be a shot of my Discord screen itself, and thus the final version:
Oddly enough, there were more comments about my desktop on the booru than the actual artwork! Well, that and the whole subject of Discords. Honestly, I don’t mind them at all. But I’m already lost. I just liked the picture! So don’t shoot the messenger. I don’t even agree!
As for that start button – I’m using Classic Shell and you can customize the start button. In fact, it has 3 different images for 3 different states – default, hover and click states. That’s Zorryn’s more-than-a-little-awesome-if-not-legendary “Nearly Finished” from https://www.furaffinity.net/view/10898361/ :
in it’s default state. Hover and click states are… let’s just say more of the same but zoomed in to varying degrees. 🙂
This is a fanfiction. Yeah, it is a wall of text. If I had ANY artistic talent I’d try to illustrate it. But I don’t so I can’t. I wrote it after a commission last night from Kazerad. I asked for “Quill Weave and Weedum-Ja playing Twister” and added that nudity needn’t be involved. Bikinis are fine. What I got was something totally different, and inspired me to write this…
It’s a little bit risque but not bad really. If you have the eyes for reading a bit, give it a shot and let me know what you think! If you’re Kazerad, stop reading here. This is not for you. Kazerad is now officially allowed to read this.
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She’d never much liked Weedum-Ja. It might even have been a touch of jealousy though, at least she recognized that. While she had achieved some modest fame through her writing, her rival had won hers through adventures and a skill with people that Quill simply didn’t possess. But what really pissed her off was Weedum-Ja’s inexhaustible knowledge of lore. Well, maybe not that so much as her apparent inability to stop from expounding on every subject like an expert because of it. Worse yet, Weedum was invariably correct. Quill checked up on her more than once. There’s nothing worse than a know it all who actually does!
Still, while a distant cousin, she was family and in adverse times you help your own. Quill had received the letter just two days ago. The events around Kvatch were still sketchy, but Weedum had been clear enough on one aspect. Her home was gone and she needed a place to stay till she got it rebuilt. Even Quill had to cringe at the loss of Weedum-Ja’s library. It had been impressive. Now apparently all lost to the flames.
Though Quill Weave’s own abode was nice enough, it was small. It was just right for her in her solitary lifestyle and just big enough to invite her few friends over in the living room to play Dwemers and Dragons occasionally when the pub was too busy. She only had one bedroom, and even with the work she’d done restoring it, it still had scars from the trashing that damned khajiit had left behind. The window had been repaired, but she left it open nearly all the time due to the faint but lingering odor. Even now she trembled involuntarily at the thought of what must have gone on in that room. But Weedum-Ja didn’t need to know that. Fortunately the odor was an unidentifiable mix of khajiit, unicorn dung, sex and moldy peas.
Flowers? Maybe flowers would help.
Well, she’d put up with sleeping with that mangy cat for a night. Sleeping with a fellow argonian, even Weedum-Ja, would be better than that. At least her cousin wasn’t destitute. At one time she had had more money that Quill herself, which was a comforting thought. That is, if she hadn’t gambled it all away. The tales she’d heard of Weedum-Ja’s penchant for alcohol and gambling were a bit too specific to be completely false.
Quill sighed deeply and squinted her eyes as the mid-morning sun struck her full in the face. Once again she had managed sleep halfway on and halfway off the bed again with her head-fins nearly touching the floor. She turned her head and looked under the bed. Yup. Still there. The ball gag she’d found still bore deep fang-marks in the distinctive pattern of a khajiit. Why hadn’t she thrown it away? She knew the answer to that of course. There was a book in that wretched cat. The ball gag was a memento. If the poor thing lived long enough to warrant one anyway. “Although,” Quill found herself musing, “an interesting enough death might make an even better story.”
“STOP!” she said out loud. “Don’t think like that Quill! Your reading public doesn’t need to know about your morbid fantasies!”
Instead she rearranged herself, scratched her ass and tasted the vile remains of last night’s dinner – a mostly liquid dinner. She really should stop drinking so much, she thought, then got to her feet, steadied herself with her tail, and staggered off to her closet. Inside she found her Favorite Outfit #27. She had over thirty, all custom made to her exact proportions. The townsfolk thought she was odd, wearing the same clothes day in and day out. But she knew better. She just had lots of identical ones. It made things so much easier! “Which clothes to wear today? Why, the clean ones of course!” She stole a touch on the hidden black outfit in the back of the closet and smiled an evil smile, then closed the closet door.
When she turned back, she glanced down and shoveled yesterday’s clothes under the bed with her foot. Not too bad. No vomit anyway. And that thought along with an urging in her bladder took her to her bathroom where she spent another 20 minutes brushing her teeth. She’d always been proud of her teeth. Bright sharp fangs all around. That’s the way to stay young. She’d never seen an old Argonian with perfect teeth – so she was going to stay young by good dental hygiene! A quick splash of water and she was soon dressed and ready for a new day.
Of doing nothing.
“It’s good to be a writer,” she thought as she plopped back onto the bed and felt the sun on her tail.
A couple hours later she got up to begin the day in earnest when the maid came in. Quill liked the white khajiit. Very meticulous. As far as Quill was concerned, the albino cat had never left so much as a stray white hair behind. And, though she wouldn’t admit it under torture, the sight of that little tuft of fur peeking out from the collar of her maid’s outfit sent a little thrill down to her tail. Clean, tidy and healthy with a bit of meat on her bones unlike like that yellow scraggly thing. Maybe someday Quill would ask the maid her name.
“Hey, would you mind picking up some flowers and setting them in my room? My cousin Weedum-Ja is coming to visit today and I’d like to see if we can cover up that stench.”
“Yes ma’am,” the khajiit replied as sweetly as that grating voice could manage.
“Oh, and maid, would you be interested in making an extra septim or two tonight?”
The red albino eyes shot up to her instantly. “Ma’am?”
“Bingo,” Quill smiled inwardly.
“I’d like to do some entertaining. You can bring some friends along. About five I think. But clean, respectable friends mind you!”
“Yes ma’am!” said the maid, her eyes shining now. Funny how a bit of money could do that to these types.
But the maid stood looking at her as if she had a question. “Yes? Was there something else?”
“Sorry ma’am but I need to know which type of friends to bring.”
Quill pondered this. She wasn’t too sure what Weedum-Ja liked in the way of entertainment.
“Bring a variety, both male and female of different races please. Oh, bring one of those dunmers if you know one. They’re always fun!”
“Will… um… Will they get paid too?”
Quill sighed. Why must it always come down to money? Was there no such thing as loyalty anymore?
“Oh, I suppose. If my cousin likes them.” said the argonian and she was delighted to see the little khajiit smile her bright smile back at her and start her chores around the house. “Such a sweetheart,” Quill thought as she watched the maid carrying out the chamber pot delicately. “I’m lucky to have her.”
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A knock came on the door that evening. Quill was at her writing desk as usual, staring at a blank page. She jumped a bit but soon had her clothes back on and opened the door.
“Welcome cousin! Come on in. Have a seat!” Quill greeted her green relative warmly, even if she didn’t feel terribly sincere about it.
“Hi Quill! How’s the writing business?” said, Weedum-Ja heartily while her keen eyes scanned the room as if looking for something to complain about.
“Oh, not bad. I had a new book published last month. Have you heard about it?”
Weedum-Ja headed straight for the kitchen and Quill rolled her eyes. “Not wasting any time mooching off me,” she thought.
“New book? It’s not one of those fiction things is it? You know I don’t read those.”
“Well, yes. It is.”
“Waste of time if you ask me. Bunch of made-up stories. Not that I begrudge you the income mind you! The plebs of the world revel in that stuff. Bread and circuses. Keep the masses entertained while the world goes to hell, right?”
“I suppose so,” Quill answered. Inwardly she wondered, “How is it possible for her to get on my nerves 5 minutes after she gets here?”
Later, Quill was sitting at one of her dining chairs while her guest sprawled over her good padded chair like an overstuffed pillow.
“…still,” Weedum-Ja was saying while she snacked on a carrot, “a cozy little place. Thanks for letting me stay with you. I know you and I don’t exactly see eye-to-eye on everything, but you’re always there for me when I need help and I appreciate that.”
What Quill appreciated was the growing pile of crumbs around, and in, her favorite chair.
“That’s what family is for, no? So, any idea how long you’ll be staying?”
“Well, the contractor says he’ll have the roof back up a week from now. Of course, he’s one of those orsimer types. Great for heavy lifting but their estimates leave much to be desired. If only we had some good argonian builders in Kvatch! They’d have the whole thing done by next week and they’d get it done right. But no, this orsimer’s all we’ve got that isn’t working on the chapel or the palace already. Cost a pretty septim too. They sure know how to gouge a girl when the times are tough. Fortunately I’m not in any hurry. Within a month or two it should be good as new.”
“A month or two,” Quill quoted, her tail gone limp.
“Oh cheer up cousin! We’ll have a great time. So, how about we go to that bar I was at last time? It’s been a long dry trip.”
“Actually, my maid is coming by later with some friends to keep us entertained.”
Weedum-Ja seemed to consider this, “Well, okay. If you’ve already made plans. Is she cute?”
“Weedum,” Quill explained, “she’s a khajiit.”
“Ew! You let one of them into your house?”
“Yes, and she does a good job too! You should be more open minded like me.”
“Well, maybe. What’s her name?”
“Um… ‘Maid’?”
Weedum-Ja laughed at Quill which sent her mood lower.
“Hey! She’s only been working here a couple of years. What do you expect?” Quill rallied.
Weedum-Ja uncoiled herself and stood up. “I expect,” she said looking back towards the kitchen, “that somewhere in this house you have something a body can drink. That’s not water or fruit juice!”
Quill rose. “Hang on, I’ll get you something. Mixed or straight?” she asked, admitting to herself that the girl had a good idea there.
“Straight. If we’re going to have a party, we’d best not waste any time!”
In fact, time wasn’t the only thing that was wasted by the time the little khajiit timidly knocked on the door later that night. Weedum-Ja had actually managed to raise Quill’s spirit a little as they sang some old song from the Marsh. Quill was actually laughing when she opened the door and saw her maid, another khajiit, a nord and two dunmer outside. She noticed one of the dunmer held some sort of musical instrument which she smiled at approvingly.
“Welcome friends! I assume she…” Quill said, nodding towards her maid, “told you already. I’m hosting my cousin Weedum-Ja tonight and was hoping you might like to entertain us a little.”
The four turned to the maid who turned back to Quill, saying, “We thought a little music and some dancing maybe? Ma’am?”
Weedum called from the living room, “That would be great! Come on in!”
Quill stood aside as the little troupe marched in, only a little irked at Weedum’s presumption. But the group looked nice and she didn’t fail to notice the smell of soap on each of them.
“Probably the first bath they’ve had in weeks,” she thought to herself. “Still, they are a healthy looking group.”
Even the other khajiit didn’t seem to be scanning the room looking for valuables. Instead the dunmer started to play and the other four paired off and started dancing.
“Nice!” Weedum-Ja said, nodding approvingly to Quill Weave. But under her breath she said, “I bet you 5 septims he plays King and Country next.”
Quill, who knew her cousin well, had no doubt that she was earnest in her suggested wager. “You’re on!” she smiled.
An hour later Quill was up 20 septims on the various wagers and she was in a very good mood. Fortunately, her guest didn’t seem to mind losing. Quill even offered some drinks to the entertainers. As it turned out, her maid was quite skilled at dancing and even managed to sing a song or two in that odd raspy voice. At last the dancers asked if they could take a break and Quill was happy to let them do so.
“So, what do you think?” she asked Weedum-Ja.
“Very nice!” her fellow Argonian answered. “That maid of yours is quite the dancer too. Great body!” Then, as if correcting herself, she added, “…for a cat I mean.”
Quill blushed a bit at that. Her cousin had never been what she would call modest, and it seemed the more drinks that went down her throat, the more libertine her attitude became.
“I… suppose so. But how about that nord eh? I bet he’s got a six-pack under that shirt I could wash my clothes on!” she responded, hoping it was the right thing to say in the circumstances. While her preferences might lie in the other direction, she knew her cousin was a devout ‘maleologist’.
“Well! Let’s find out! I’ll bet you that neither of us think he has abdominals worth mentioning. Say, 5 septims?”
Quill looked back to where the nord was looking at them, smiling and well within earshot. She took that as a good sign and repeated the phrase she seemed to have said a lot tonight, “You’re on!”
They both looked to the man who laughed and lifted his shirt up. 5 more septims found their way into Quill’s palm.
Weedum-Ja shook her head at the man as he pulled his shirt back down. “No no! Leave it off! You cost me 5 septims. Least you can do is let me admire my loss!”
He shrugged and pulled his shirt over his head.
“Hey! I’ve got an idea!” Weedum said, downing yet another glass. "I have this game someone back in Kvatch made for me. Here, let me show you how it works…“
A few minutes later, Weedum-Ja was seated around the others on the floor. Even Quill had loosened up to the point she was chatting with her maid like an old friend.
"So, let me get this straight… You spin that arrow, and whichever color it lands on, you have to touch that color on the mat. But it doesn’t matter which dot you touch as long as it’s that color?”
Weedum-Ja nodded happily. “That’s it! You just have to use the foot or hand it indicates. And not fall over.”
“But… there’s nothing for tails on the arrow-thing,” the other khajiit pointed out.
Weedum-Ja put on a frown, “No. Invented by humans. No tails.”
“Well! Let’s give it a try!” one of the dunmer cried.
“Yes, lets!” the maid agreed, her own speech becoming a little slurred.
Quill looked at Weedum-Ja as the other got to her feet. “Weedum! Surely you don’t expect me to… do that!”
Weedum looked at her cousin. “Well, not if you don’t want to I guess.”
“Hey, if I’m not wearing a shirt,” the nord pointed out as the two argonians settled into their seats to referee the game, “I think the others should take theirs off too!”
Weedum-Ja squealed with joy. “Indeed! Come on girls. Off with em!”
Quill Weave looked at her cousin as if she’d gone insane and swiftly shuttered the window. “WEEDUM! I’m a respectable member of this town! What if someone were to find out?!”
Weedum slapped her cousin on the back. “Oh my god. Quill! Live a little!”
Quill looked back to where the entertainers had already doffed their shirts. She blinked at the multiple sets of breasts bobbing about in front of her, then looked at her drink. In an instant it was down the hatch and refilled as if by magic.
“What the hell?” she declared. “I’m no Stick In The Mud!”
“Okay, so take turns in this order. Whitey, you go first. Left Hand Red!” Weedum-Ja declared, starting the game.
By the end of the first game, everyone was sufficiently lubricated that they were all having a good time. Even Quill Weave was getting into it. It didn’t hurt that she was up 20 more septims by the end of it, having only bet on the wrong horse once.
“What say we up the stakes, cousin?”
“Sure!” Quill responded a little too loudly, and, she realized, a little to happily. The show in front of her was far more arousing that she cared to admit. “How much are you thinking?”
“I’m not referring to the bets, darling!” Weedum-Ja leered. “OFF WITH THE BOTTOMS!”
Quill Weave’s eyes grew to the size of saucers as she looked back at the players. And they were doing it! In a few seconds there was a room full of naked bodies writhing around in front of her.
“40 Septims on the pink human!”
“Buh… bu…”
“It’s a bet!”
Quill watched as body parts touched body parts that should not do so outside of marriage. Other body parts touched body parts that shouldn’t be touched regardless!
Weedum-Ja had taken over the duties of arrow-spinner as Quill had gone speechless. The tableau in front of her looked like a cultural diversity mural gone badly awry. Not that the participants weren’t getting along fine. Some maybe too well. Had Quill not lost her motor skills, she would have gone to get a bucket of cold water.
“Oh relax,” Weedum-Ja laughed as Quill turned slowly towards her, her eyes wide and unblinking. “It’s a plastic mat. There won’t be any stains on your carpet.”
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In the end, Weedum-Ja had been almost right. After Quill had sworn all the players to secrecy and paid them a healthy extra to help seal their mouths, she closed the door and turned back to Weedum-Ja, who was now snoring and draped over her chair like a misplaced dress. Fortunately she had won enough from Weedum-Ja to cover the entertainer’s expenses with a little left over. In the spirit of diversity, Weedum-Ja had eventually joined in the game fully before her metabolism had finally given out at the onslaught of alcohol.
“At least no one can accuse me of participating!” Quill said, looking down at her nice and still fully-dressed body.
Then she looked back at her cousin. Her distant cousin. In the sprawled position she’d ended up in, she didn’t look like much of a cousin at all. She looked like a drunken, naked female lizard.
“Should I leave her here?” Quill thought to herself. “She certainly deserves to wake up with a backache. Not to mention the headache we’ll both surely have.”
But some remote part of her complained. She’d certainly not want that for herself. Then, like a flash out of the sky, she realized something. Something important. Something meaningful.
She dragged her cousin semi-consciously to her feet and helped her carefully up the stairs.
“Come on Weedum. One step at a time,” she said as the other mumbled something unintelligible back. Other than one little slip on the landing, she managed to get her cousin to lay down properly in her bed.
As she covered up the now-snoring guest, she was proud that she had not gotten too aroused at carrying the naked argonian after all. Morning would be awkward, but in her state there’s no way she was going to manage to get Weedum-Ja’s underwear back on her now. But she no longer cared much about that. She was thinking about someone else.
Quill climbed into the bed beside her cousin and lay awake while the ceiling spun around her. Weedum-Ja shifted then and Quill let out a quiet squeak as Weedum’s tail came to rest in an inappropriate place. She carefully moved the tail away, but it promptly flopped back across her chest. Quill gave up. She couldn’t help but be aware of the touch of her bedmate, but she was remembering a night not long ago when another person had slept beside her in this bed, and her cousin’s snoring and unconscious touch didn’t bother her anymore. She had awoken that next morning, not sprawled upside down half on and half off the bed like usual, but properly aligned and her blanked snugly over her shoulders. She hadn’t thought about it at the time. The khajiit had done that. That mangy, sad, scrawny khajiit had taken the time to get her back into bed and tuck her in. And the effort! It’s a wonder the noodle-armed khajiit had even been able to lift her at all. But she had.
“Poor khajiit. I hope you’re doing alright,” she said out loud to the ever-circling ceiling. She knew she was suffering from the Drunk Emotional State, but she didn’t care. Drunk or sober, it was nice to think someone like that existed. But she comforted herself knowing that she’d helped the wretch out at least a little. If she ever returned, Quill Weave vowed then that she’d try and be nicer to her. If she ever returned. If not… well… she knew another khajiit didn’t she? Tomorrow she would ask her what her name was.
Quill Weave turned to her cousin and gave her a little kiss. “Goodnight Weedum-Ja,” she whispered, then turned back and closed her own eyes. The world stopped swimming. “Goodnight Katia, wherever you are,” was the last thing she thought before she fell to sleep.
Budnick got a commission from Kazerad a few days back. However, the booru has been so active lately, and the thumbnail is practically all white, that I don’t think it got the attention it deserved so I asked him if I could color it.
Here’s Kazerad’s original:
I do agree with Budnick that I think that’s a fly over her chest. Rather than the clavicle and collar bone. Which would make sense given the context. So I’ll cut to the end result:
The only major change I made (other than deciding what color her outfit was) was the breast shading. It just didn’t look even to me. So yeah, I modified that. But… then… Well, see, I had extra time. And I’d been working on her breasts so long… one thing led to another and…
I’m so sorry. But breasts are just SO much fun to work with! I couldn’t help it! It’s like my and slipped and made cloth-physics-defying cleavage! Why? WHY? I feel such a cad. WAIT! I STILL had more time! Yes, the ultimate sacrilege. The dreaded Nip-Bumps.
I’m so shamed. I can never go out in public again. Kaz will ban me for this, I know he will! I mean, there wasn’t even the barest HINT of such lewdness, yet here I am, breaking all the laws.
The first one is the only “official” version. These others are just my pervertedness showing itself yet again.
And now… just one more bit of self-confession. The order I did these in is exactly reversed. In fact, I started with the perverse ones and cleaned it up from there. 🙂
I knew it. I got a little bit of $ in my Paypal account and left $20 in there just in case Kaz did another stream before the big U. Then my alert went off on Friday that his stream had gone active. Woohoo! Even better, I was doing nothing Friday night anyway.
Homestream this time. I think of that as both good and bad. Good because commissions aren’t physical drawings and they come already Kaz-colored. Bad because I don’t get to practice coloring – and I DO have fun coloring. I think I didn’t get enough crayons as a child.
I really wanted to stretch that $20 to two commissions so they’re not gonna be awesome but still… I did want to get one in as First Commission as I’ve noticed that the first commission he tends to spend more time on. (Is this another time management issue with Kaz?). I came up with Katia working on the Update.
Then someone in the stream added, “NEKKID!”. So.. Katia working hard on the update… Naked.
I think honestly he started this at 8:30pm. He was nearing completion around 9:30. But then he started revising shading. I even started telling him, “STOP! It’s okay as-is!”. I felt guilty for taking 1.5 hrs on a $10 commission. But he ended up with this. I’m happy! (Debating if I should use my photoshop skills and lower the monitors just a TEENSY bit… No! Stop thinking like that! BAD DRAGGY!)
Then he started on Rick2Tails’ commission. The commission involved another fanart that I can’t post here and was basically, “do another take on this”. Let’s just say it involved Surly Bartender and Rajirra. Rather surprisingly Kaz did a pretty much straight-on Bartender Gropes Rajirra’s Tits! And at the last minute added “Erotic Honk!” caption.
Why do I mention that? Rick2Tails asked me if I could remove the caption. Once again, being the naughty draggy… I did so, just for R2T. Well, it was like 15 minutes in Photoshop. Not exactly hard to do.
I think I might actually have pissed off Kaz with this edit though. Well, gently pissed. I saw on R2T’s FA page that he’s requested the edit not be sent to e621. I feel bad about that because you can’t put the genie back in the bottle. So I’ve learned a lesson here anyway. I will hereby never mess with anyone else’s commissions. It’s official and honest. I can mess with my own though!
Finally I had another idea for my 2nd commission. I like Weedum-Ja and she doesn’t seem to get enough love. (I can’t imagine why? She has, like 4 different frames in the entire Prequel canon!). Someone mentioned that Kaz would be more likely to draw Argonians topless because they have no nipples (Probably. Who knows? Such things apparently are quite variable with Argonians.)
So rather than have it be just blatant lewd topless, I thought of accidental bikini top loss at the beach. So I commissioned that. Instead, I got “Swamped by a Rogue Wave Weedum-Ja”:
I think I captioned this something like: “Fortunately Argonians can breathe underwater. But Weedum-Ja’s bikini top was never seen again.”
I really like this one. Something about the swirly water in it really appeals to me. You can picture this as one frame in an animation where she’s tumbling around out of control. So much so that I may do the un-thinkable. Rather than make it more lewd, I might actually edit it to make it LESS so by editing her bikini back in!
Oh, who am I kidding? If I made any edit, it would probably be to add a lorebreaking nipple.
Yes, I know it’s been done before – there’s just too many similarities to resist a Prequel/Night in the Woods crossover. I recently bought and played NitW and really liked it. I think Kazerad sort of mentioned that it’s kinda an overdone crossover when I asked for a Katia/QW Night in the Woods at one of his streams recently. But I knew Kaz would come up with a unique spin on it. And he did. Never underestimate the power of Kazerad when he’s drinking at a bar!
If you’ve not played Night in the Woods, you may not get the reference. There’s a dream sequence where Mae (protagonist anthropomorphic cat) meets an apparent god. A rather impersonal, unfeeling, uncaring god who shows her the nightmare creatures that live beyond the stars. All very Lovecraftian.
Here’s a shot of that scene from the game:
So leave it to Kaz to substitute Mae for QW (well, really Dodger who may or may not be Quill Weave in a younger form) and the Cat God for Katia. Clever actually!
So of course I had to color it.
I’m pretty pleased with the outcome. One kinda odd thing though. There’s some details that are faint but show up just fine on my laptop monitor, but don’t show up on my desktop. Oh well. It still looks pretty good IMHO. Just the barest of yellow hints at the edges. Glowing eyes. Yup, pretty successful color job if I do say so myself, even if there’s not really a heck of a lot of coloring really to do.
Got a couple more Kaz-drawn coloring jobs I’m working on too, though neither are especially noteworthy honestly. But I sure did like this one!
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