Yeah, it’s important to recognize your deviancy before you can address them. Though I seem to just do a lot of recognizing and very little addressing.
So I wanted to color something again and ran across this Katia by luraiokun as a gift to Rick2Tails.
It caught my eye immediately. The white outline first, but notice the soles of the feet, the breast and the eye that aren’t colored in that light bluish grey really pop out. That’s the whole monochromatic thing again. But I just wanted a pretty cat butt to color, so afraid I didn’t go that route. Got rid of the square around it.
Another less obvious thing I did was remove all the saturation. There’s no color there, even if it appears to have blue in it. It doesn’t. It’s pure grey. That was done for a reason. Because when I apply my base colors on a Multiply layer, they will be darkened. But by first increasing the lightness, the resulting color will be just what it should be. I COULD have tried to remove the grey and make her white, but I’ve found that to be problematic. Better to leave it and brighten the base layer so the final color is what it should be.
You might notice I put the pale belly (nearly white) color on the underside of her tail also and very subtly in her… um… well… butt. No, it’s not canon, but I felt like it for some reason. Probably primarily to add a bit more interest. Also originally I had colored her entire soles of her feet in pink, but revised that when someone said they looked like rat feet. He was right. Pads are better. Next up, shading.
I started with this soft shading, but when I got to this point, I realized that – though I think it looks okay, it doesn’t fit with the style of the drawing and all those hard edges. So I started over and went with hard shading instead.
Yeah. I think that’s better. Not as “3D’ as soft, but it fits with the style better. There’s 2 levels of shading here. The obvious, but right where she’s sitting on her heels, under her armpit and on her neck just below her head there’s a dark shadow. Next, I got creative. I wanted to represent fur as right now she’s too smooth.
So what I did was used a small eraser with a short fade and “bit into” the shadow to give the impression of fur without having to actually draw any. Just tried to keep those “bites” flowing roughly in the direction the fur would at each point. This took, a while, but I think it looks better as a reminder that Katia is SUPPOSED to have fur, not just yellow skin. And doing it in the shadow seems to work pretty well.
And that’s it. A bit of gloss and highlighting, a butt-shadow and a (frankly very quick) background that’s suggestive of an outdoor scene if only by the colors. And now I can take a step back, look at her…
And feel bad because she’s disappointed that I again colored her nude. Sorry sadcat! You just look so GOOD that way. Hey, at least there’s no visible plumbing!
One more version of this, revised to be (hopefully) acceptable on the Prequel fanart booru. Again, original drawing by Zokva, but I revised it for this scene.
Removed “details” on painted areas, completely revised background to make it in the cage, rounded out her right boob to de-emphasize the nipple shape there. Did a bit of cleanup too.
Depending on your tolerance level, this may well be considered NSFW. It pretty much is, but I still thought it might be okay. Hey, if Felicia is okay to post, surely Katelicia is too, hmm? But then, I do tend to push the borderline.
I sat in the darkest corner of the tavern, my back to the wall as was my standard procedure.
Well, actually I was two tables away from the darkest corner of the tavern, as that spot was already taken by some pretty mean looking Orsimer, and the next one to it was occupied by a scowling warrior woman and a pretty surly looking kid. But it was still pretty dark.
I was well into my cups as the night wore on, drinking away a bad memory.
“You sure?” the wench asked.
“Damn sure. Hell, bring two. That way I won’t have to bother you again for a while.”
“Okay, but you know you start staggering at two, Wendel,” she quipped. “I’ll put a little more water in them, alright?”
“You do that,” I said to her backside, watching it sashay back to the bar. Belinda was an okay gal, but she was married. Of course, that hadn’t stopped me from a bit of flirting with her a few weeks back when I’d arrived, but it had all been for naught. In fact, she’d told me in no uncertain terms to buckle my pants back up.
Somehow, even with my rugged face and humorous banter, I’d never been lucky at love. Not that I really cared. My life as an adventurer provided far more pleasure than any brief fling with a member of the opposite sex ever would have. Probably. I didn’t really know for certain. But probably.
My last adventure had nearly cost me my life, in fact. I had been attacked by no less than three tremendous beasts that I had tracked deep into their lair. Fortunately my swordsmanship and amazing dexterity had proven more than a match. I might have quailed, just a bit, at the sight of their malevolent, sharp teeth, but I was not one to hold back. After a long, hard-fought battle I emerged as the only one alive.
Belinda returned with a tray, setting both mugs down with a flourish. I didn’t fail to notice her breasts swelling from the white Chemise under the laced bodice, but I looked away after she slapped my cheek.
“Hey, that was pretty hard!” I commented, rubbing my bruised, manly face.
Belinda sat beside me – an unprecedented move – as I began to swill from one of the mugs of light watered beer. I looked up from my tankard in surprise.
“Wendel, any closer and you might as well be nursing me. Try to control yourself, okay?”
I apologized reluctantly. “Sorry.”
“Wendel, what’s wrong?”
“You mean other than my non-existent love life?” I asked, sulking.
“Well, yeah. Other than that. Didn’t you have a job for Farmer Green over in Morrow today?”
“Yeah,” I admitted, taking another big swig. Belinda was still sitting beside me when the coughing stopped.
“What then? Did you kill the rabbits that were eating his vegetables?”
“Hell yes!” I said, turning to stare daggers of anger and menace at her eyes. At least that was my intent. Her hand under my chin brought my gaze up from where it had landed to her face.
“Up here, Romeo,” she said. “So, what then? Didn’t he pay you?”
“Sure did. How do you think I’m paying for this?!” I shot back with keen witted sarcasm.
“What then? Oh… wait. He has a daughter, doesn’t he?”
I closed my eyes, shutting out the memory, but her damn voice continued unabated.
“You didn’t…”
“No, I didn’t whip it out,” I replied. “I just asked if she wanted to go out with me!”
“Oh. I see,” Belinda said, putting a soft, warm hand on my back. It may have been the first woman’s touch I had felt since my mother’s.
“And she said no?”
I could hold back the tears no longer. I looked longingly into Belinda’s cleavage.
“She laughed at me.”
Again, the wench redirected my focus.
“But you killed those rabbits, right? That’s something.”
I nodded as she rose and patted my back again. As emotionally wrecked as I had become, I still didn’t fail to watch her walk back through bleary eyes. I saw her speaking with a man at the bar who turned to look at me. They were probably laughing at me. I downed the first half of my beer.
Goddammit. And, considering she hadn’t filed charges against me with the local authorities during that whole pants-incident, I’d always thought of Belinda as a friend, too.
The man rose and left the tavern, and all returned to normal. An hour passed and I was well into my fourth mug, feeling a little tipsy, when the door opened.
What walked into the tavern was nothing less than an angel.- a vision the likes of which I had only dreamed of in my rather fertile imagination. She was a Khajiit, dark yellow and verging on orange. As for clothing, she had no need. She had been endowed with thick, white patches of fur over her shorter yellow fur, that banded her arms and legs as well as her breasts, covering her privates as if nature herself had bestowed the most fitting clothing imaginable. She was radiant. A feline goddess.
She sat at the bar, and immediately a man beside her engaged her in conversation. A beer was brought to her by the bartender and she thanked the man who paid for it. She spun around on her swiveled bar stool and downed the tall mug in a single draw, banging it down against the bar as she completed her revolution.
Here, at last, was a woman that was a match for me! I heard her demand another in her dulcet, catlike screech, and the man beside her reluctantly fished for more coins from his pocket.
This routine was repeated twice more until the man beside her shook his head at the bartender and stood up to leave.
“Hey! Come back misther!” the Vision called to him as he waved her off. “I wanna other one!”
This was my opportunity. I took another shot of courage, accidentally spilling a large portion of it down my shirt, and rose from my chair, striding confidently to the bar.
Unfortunately, so was one of the Orsimers from the dark corner. I wouldn’t say he pushed me out of the way. It was more like I bumped into a concrete, moving wall of muscle.
“Pardon me,” he said to the Khajiit Goddess, sitting in my destined seat.
I slid to the side, pretending to have to go to the lavatory, I pissed angrily though, and emerged more keen than ever to displace the gargantuan green interloper. As I passed the pair though, I saw she had obtained a refilled mug and was downing it with gusto, her large clawed hand resting on the Orsimer’s thigh, so I returned to my seat and quaffed the remainder of my watered down beer.
“After all,” I figured, “If the guy bought her a drink, it would be rude of me to intrude.”
I flagged down Belinda and ordered another.
“Five, Wendel? Really?” the woman asked incredulously.
“Dammit, yes! Give me a goddamned beer!”
“Okay. Your hangover,” she complied and turned to go.
“Um… Belinda? Maybe a little extra water?”
“You got it, champ,” she said.
She may have had a point. The room was spinning just a bit. I turned back to the bar, but both my Goddess and the Orsimer were nowhere to be seen! I turned to look around the bar, but they were gone. My heart sank.
Belinda returned with another mug and I began to cry to her.
“She was the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen!”
“Who? The farmer’s daughter?”
“You don’t understand. Nobody understands. I let her slip away! My Goddess!”
“She’s not that pretty,” the idiot barmaid said.
“No! Not the farmer’s daughter. She was right there!” I explained, indicating the spot that had so recently held the precious bottom of Her Whom I Worship.
“Oh really? Her?” the barmaid said, a huge smile coming over her face.
I sputtered into my beer. “One moment she was right there. Oh cruel life! Why must you torment me so?”
“Wendel, she’s from Madame Florentine’s,” Belinda said, as if that explained anything.
Still, my eyes grew wide as comprehension dawned. Not that I had a clue who Madame Florentine was, but the more important fact…
“You know her?!”
Belinda gave me an odd look. “Well, sort of. She comes in here when things are slow over there sometimes.”
I rose from my chair and strode over to Her seat, leaving Belinda to pick up the empty beers while I carried the fresh one with me. The floor seemed to lurch like a ship on rough seas, but I managed to approach the sacred place where she had so recently sat. I took the seat beside her Throne. It would be like sacrilege to actually sit at the same place as Her.
I couldn’t help myself. I touched the stool beside me. Still warm from her delicate touch! I bent over – just to get a closer look at the cushion. Suddenly a slap awoke me from my reverie.
“Damn you’re weird,” Belinda said as I sat back up, rubbing the cheek again. I tried to explain to her that it wasn’t what it looked like, but she was already gone.
Then I noticed the empty mug. Her lips had touched this very pewter! Well, at the rate she’d been swilling it, maybe not – but they had been close anyway. I slid it over in front of me and looked within. Empty. But a heavenly scent seemed to hover around the Holy Cup, just behind that of stale beer – her very breath!
I was just about to breathe deeply from it’s depths when a movement near the lavatories caught my eye. It was them! Oddly, they seemed to both emerge from the Men’s room, but I knew that my current vision was less than reliable.
As they rounded the bar, I was ready. This time I was going to confront the Orsimer no matter what. I was not going to let my Beauty get away without at least speaking with her, beating or no beating!
Yet, surprisingly, the Orsimer continued walking towards the door, a smile on his face as he handed my Queen a golden token.
“Thanks kitty!” he said, and continued towards the door, but I had lost all interest in him. She was here, right beside me now, and she ordered another drink from the bartender, proffering the gold coin.
Suddenly I was tongue-tied. My mind went blank. I couldn’t even look at her! She was so close, but despite my penchant for light talk and banter with women, I was mute! It may have been my imagination, but I felt the radiant heat from her body, so close now to my own.
“Hey!” she said, turning to me. Her voice may have been somewhat slurred, but to me it was as if heaven itself had opened up it’s choir. “Whachername?”
I began to tremble. I froze! Worse than mute, I couldn’t even turn to face her!
“Suture self”, she shrugged and spun around to face the room.
“Wendel,” I squeaked, barely audible.
She turned to look at me and I finally managed to face her directly. My eyes were dying to stray to other parts, but in front of this Vision I could not allow my baser instincts free rein! I took a quick draught to buoy my courage before responding.
“Wendel. My name is Wendel!”
“Oh! It talkths! Well, pleathed to meetcha Wen…”
Suddenly her eyes went wide for some reason. She was perhaps somewhat inebriated by that point, so she hadn’t really noticed my awesome chiseled features until then.
“Wait! You are Wendel?”
I shook my head, proudly.
“Oh! Yer my mark! I was subbosed to find you. Hey, I’m Katia!”
“Me?” I asked, not understanding.
“Sorry, I forgotted. Say Wen…” at that point she had to burp, rather loudly and long, “…del, are you really a virgin?”
This time it was my turn for the wide-eyes treatment. “No… No no no. You must be confusing me with some other…”
“Oh, cmon. don’t be shy,” she said, leaning in close. Her breath smelled of beer and something else, but I didn’t much care. I felt her wrap her arm around my shoulders as if in confidence. “Don’t tell anybuddy, but I was once a virgin too!”
“No. You?!” I said, not quite understanding what we were talking about but eager to have something in common with this gorgeous Khajiit woman.”
“Strue! Pretty much everbuddy schtarts out like that,” she said as if imparting some secret wisdom of the ages. She lowered her head until it touched my own and I felt giddy. “Know how I lost it?” she said.
I shook my head, still connected to hers as if we were part of a secret conspiracy.
“Damn. I was hoping you would tell me,” she said and started laughing as she turned back to the bar and her mug.
I took the respite to take another long pull from my own, laughing along with her, though I wasn’t really sure why. But I really didn’t care. I was in heaven. To think that this divine creature and I were sitting here, laughing and having a conversation together was more than I could have dreamed!
“I like your fur,” I admitted, hoping not to seem too forward.
“Oh, these?” she asked, brushing the thick white fur that covered her most intimate areas, then shocked me as she peeled one off. “They’re just stick-ons. They don’t stay on fur very good though. Made for human skin. Maybe I’ll try paint instead someday.”
She put the faux-fur strip back over herself.
“Whoa. You alright? Your redder than a Redguard”
“Ehhh. Excuse me. I’ll be right back.”
I returned from a quick trip to the lavatory to clean myself up. Happily she was still sitting at the bar, resting her head on it.
I sat back beside her, trying my best to put the vision I’d just seen out of my head.
“You like my furclothes?” she asked between quaffs, “It’s pretty sexy, doncha think?”
I just nodded, trying to think of my grandmother.
She began to talk about herself then, and I managed to nod at the appropriate times, but it was taking far too long to get my mind off of her body.
Then she sat up and looked at me, her lids lowered. The voice that came from her lips was sultry and seductive.
“I…” she started.
My eyes must have grown to the size of saucers, dreaming of the words I felt sure were about to fall from her lips.
She sat looking at me longingly. What did fall from her lips was a bit of drool. It spattered on her breast.
“Yes?!” I said, with bated breath, apprehensive that what I saw in her lidded eyes might just be what I felt at that moment as well. It was as if the Fates had brought us two together, at just this time and place. The moment was nigh! Perhaps, at long last, I had found my True Love!
“I think I drank too much,” she finally said, and her eyes closed.
She slumped there for a moment, balanced precariously atop the barstool, before the inevitable fall to the floor. I managed to catch her as she fell. However, her sudden, full weight was more than I was prepared to accept and she landed directly atop me, bruising my lip in the process.
Dare I admit that having that gorgeous body laying atop my own was paradise? Can I not concede that the reality was even better than my wildest dreams? I stroked her furred back, running my fingers over her natural fur, and the odd tufts of fake white fur that served as her clothing.
“Katia?” I said, jostling her a bit. “Katia? Wake up!”
I looked over her shoulder and saw Belinda hovering over us.
“You all right?” she asked me.
“I think she might have passed out!” I said, turning to look at the face so near to my own. “Katia?”
The eyes opened ever so slightly and she pulled away from me.
“Wendel… I…” she said and I felt her move atop me.
The movement was more of a heaving motion. I cannot say what happened next was totally unexpected. Nor can I say that what expelled from that feline mouth was the most delightful ambrosia of the gods. She arched over me, now truly catlike, and heaved again. I closed my eyes against the inevitable as I became inundated with beer and bile alike. It was a truly unpleasant experience, but I shared it with Her so it was alright. Just as I thought it was over, that lovely body heaved again and another outpouring from her hit me.
Finally it subsided, and she sat back, cross-legged on the floor and looking at me without focus. Belinda and quite a few patrons were just laughing, but the barmaid handed me and Katia a couple of nice, large towels anyway, which we took gratefully.
A few minutes later I had Katia’s arm over my shoulder as we swayed down the street, singing a song that neither of us could remember the words to. She had become at least somewhat more lucid after she had relieved herself of excess drink, and had insisted I take her back to my place for the remainder of the evening. Who was I to quibble with a goddess, drunk or not? We staggered into my small apartment – really little more than a single room with an adjoining bathroom – still laughing and singing bits from the last song we’d almost remembered.
We both had to use the restroom and argued over who had to go worse. In the end, it turned out that it actually is possible for both a guy and a girl to use a toilet at the same time as Katia had suggested! You just have to be very careful. Or drunk enough not to care too much.
The rest of the night, I truly can’t remember. I know we slept together because we awoke in my single bed, practically piled on top of each other. To say that neither of us were in our best condition at that point should be pointless. However, she assured me that I’d been nothing less than a gentleman which I was rather proud of. Yet she saw it as a failure, somehow. She offered me a raincheck, though, before we kissed and she left.
Now, as I write these words, I realize a lot that I didn’t see last night, or even this morning in my hungover state. I need to thank Belinda, I suppose – though why she thought I would need that kind of ‘company’, I really don’t know. With my dashing charm, I need no paid-for love! But I’ll probably go ahead and find out where Madame Florentine’s is. I have a raincheck to cash.
and finds new forms of artistic expression! Actually, she’s not shocked or excited about the nude khajiit on the body pillow so much as that she’s reading the price tag on the back.
Kaz drew it mostly, but I may have taken slight artistic liberties when I did some linework over it. Really, not much though! I didn’t even draw The Porn Line or boobybumps! And I’m confident he didn’t have the anime store background in mind.
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?
Rawrunes drew this and I colored it. But it’s too lewd for bdprequel, so I’ll just post the “featureless” version. If you want, you can check http://bdnsfw.tumblr.com for the full on BLAM! version.
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.
NSFW Prequel Fanfiction for those of you who still remember how to read.
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.
Oh Sentient Socks, where have you gone? Oh, he wasn’t the finest artist doing Prequel fanart, but in my opinion, he may have been the funniest. But he’s disappeared and, I fear, forever. Here’s one of his best that I decided to color.
First, yeah, Quill’s hands are too small. Okay. Let’s move on. That’s not the point. And BTW, I get about as NSFW on this as I could, so if that’s too lewd, don’t look farther! I’ve got lots of “in progress” pics, but I’ll just jump to the finale so you don’t have to go through them all if you don’t want.
Okay, that’s where we’re heading. Might be overworked but wth. I don’t get paid for this shit. 🙂 First, we have the base colors:
And yeah,the clothes aren’t colored yet. Why? Why, TRANSPARENCY my boy! No, there’s no reason whatsoever that their clothes would be in the slightest bit transparent. Well, no reason besides my own interests… Next up, background base colors.
Working on background colors now. That scratchy red star thing was a beast! The rest are just base colors, and I wanted to make sure the wall was a different shade from the floor. Let’s get some clothes on though.
Okay. There. Clothes. Transparent Clothes. And yeah, naughty bits – even for Katia if you look close at the top left frame! These are actual transparent layers too. I can remove the transparency if I want. But I’m a perv. Time to turn on the light.
I figured a single light, orange-ish shaded. A single candle or lantern most likely so the light’s going to be pretty sharp. I loved how QW turned out in the light. Actually I’m literally painting light here rather than adding shade as usual, because the whole piece was a bit dark. How to add light? Well, I chose to go with Color Dodge layer anyway.
Here I’ve added some shading. Also notie the shadows in the top left and top right frames. Those are new. Followed a tutorial to figure out how to do them properly. Now add some shiny and that’s about it.
The above image is ALMOST like the final version, but in the above image the clothes are opaque. You may get the form of a lizard nipple, but you don’t get to peek at anything underneath! 🙂 Told you they were adjustable transparency!
Anyway, that’s what I’ve been working on the last couple days. Like I say, it may be overworked, but I did learn some new techniques and hopefully getting better at older ones.
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