This update has me feeling all the feels because I’m afraid the comic may be winding down to the end-game. I mean, maybe not, but Kaz has been doing this for ages and he surely must be thinking of doing something else by now.
But I’d like to throw my comments up, just to go over it a bit. I showed my daughter (she’s been following it since she was 18 – 20 now – so it’s okay, right?) She caught some things I didn’t too which was nice…
The first image here. Why are little bottom fangs so cute? I dunno, but they are.
Next is the long .gif where she creates a Completed Quests log. That’s nice to see. Alas it also means there will be no dance competition, but we can’t have everything I guess. đŚ
Someone may have already broken down all those quests tumbling down, but I had to give it my best shot too.
52 frames in all. Here’s all the things that drop out that I can make out . Apologize to bartender Breed new type of corn Improve pineapple trick Walk to Chorrol Crouchwalk everywhere Find a thief{?} Kill slaughterfish in the (well?) Take a bath Read books in castle Go swimming Pose like a witchhunter Telekinetically (?) Evict imps from in trash can Take peas
I’ll let you contemplate those on your own time, but my daughter noticed “Improve pineapple trick” right off. (Can it be improved?)
Then a bit of unpixelated Sigrid sideboob (scandalous!)
And then we come to this… Â When I saw this one, I didn’t think a thing of it. Katia has an unusual look on her face, but then, she’s never been in a situation where she’s actually gotten valuable stuff like the silver dagger. And yet… and yet… my daughter immediately thought naughty thoughts. Â I’ve seen others say the same, but I never got any naughty thoughts from this at all – which is weird! Iâm usually the first to do so. I guess that expression screams something other than what I thought it was?
This frame I like too for some reason. I think partly because of the cute fangs, but moreso because of the open, honestly happy look on her face. It’s a rare thing!
Skipping a few less interesting frames, then this little thing. Â I just wanted to see if there was anything interesting in the .gif… Alas 36 frames later I couldn’t find anything special, but it’s still funny.
Then this – kinda nice to see the flame atronach helping. Though it leaves me to wonder how Sigrid is going to get out. Â Plus – how did flamegirl get there before Katia? But nevermind…
FWING!
And Katia gets a bite to eat. Flamegirl gets some charcoal.
And then this. Yes, obviously Kaz intends us to think it’s the Oblivion gates. Others have suggested it’s just dawn. But… I think sometimes the obvious answer is the right answer. I think there’s mayhem outside, and I don’t like it. Â Is there another way out through the caves?
But – just for a moment – I hope Katia can snatch up her stuff and her bag of gold and have at least one fleeting moment of hopefulness. Don’t look out the window just yet Katia. Doom can wait.
…and it makes you scrunch up your face in weird and amusing ways.
So I wanted to do a SFW Prequel-related thing because I like to post to Prequel fanart booru sometimes, and all Iâve been doing lately are NSFW stuff and audio files, so I looked and found this âclassicâ Katia by Plague of Gripes:
Now I donât know when he originally drew it, but Iâm sure it was years ago – pre-hiatus, and I donât THINK it had ever been colored, so I took steps to rectify that. First, I found this canon image that I pulled the base colors off of. Theyâre all dark and muted because itâs at night of course, but thereâs a light off to her right too.
So hereâs my base coloring (and background)…
Next, I added a layer I named âglowybitsâ. This isnât how I do shading typically, but it made sense to mimic Kazâ pallet – so the parts of Katia that are lit by the nearby streetlamp are her âoriginalâ colors. So here it is with the Glowybits layer:
I did obviously move the lighting a bit more forward so we could see more of her face. The fact that it also allows for lighting of her boobs was PURELY coincidental. đ Â
Next up, highlighting and gloss layer:
Almost there! Now, all thatâs needed is to add a low-opacity reflection layer, and Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow!:
As in the original, the snow is tending to build up on horizontal surfaces like the top of her head, her pauldrons, and… her boobies. But donât distract her by mentioning it – sheâs CONCENTRATING! You can brush that snow off her later.
Boogeestro drew it a few days ago and Iâve been working on it every free second. I rather like it, if you canât tell. Thatâs the CatV3 sheâs riding – a sort of steampunk-ish JetSki.
And yeah, I gave her a nip bump. Hey, give her a break. Sheâs wet and excited. These things happen!
UPDATE: FurNut tweaked it to be even better! So this is now a 3-artist combination.
Yeah, itâs 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 arenât colored in that light bluish grey really pop out. Thatâs the whole monochromatic thing again. But I just wanted a pretty cat butt to color, so afraid I didnât go that route. Got rid of the square around it.
Another less obvious thing I did was remove all the saturation. Thereâs no color there, even if it appears to have blue in it. It doesnât. Itâs 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 Iâve 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, itâs 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 doesnât 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 thatâs better. Not as â3Dâ as soft, but it fits with the style better. Thereâs 2 levels of shading here. The obvious, but right where sheâs sitting on her heels, under her armpit and on her neck just below her head thereâs a dark shadow. Next, I got creative. I wanted to represent fur as right now sheâs too smooth.
So what I did was used a small eraser with a short fade and âbit intoâ the shadow to give the impression of fur without having to actually draw any. Just tried to keep those âbitesâ 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 thatâs it. A bit of gloss and highlighting, a butt-shadow and a (frankly very quick) background thatâs suggestive of an outdoor scene if only by the colors. And now I can take a step back, look at herâŚ
And feel bad because sheâs disappointed that I again colored her nude. Sorry sadcat! You just look so GOOD that way. Hey, at least thereâs no visible plumbing!
Another coloring thing. LOTS of in-progress images on this one. I’d done that bowling-ball crushing Katia and, though it was undoubtedly another lewd thing, I really did (still do) like it a lot. But it was time to do something a little less lewd and Iâd noticed this one when I was looking through Zokva (Zokvic on FA)âs various galleries so thought Iâd give it a shot.
As is my standard, I started by putting down the base colors. Because Iâm a pervert, I did her under-clothing separately so I could make her dress transparent later if I felt like it. Sorry fellow-pervs, I didnât end up using it. Awwww.
Next up I started looking for references for fringe, â20s style dresses. I came across this one.
What really caught my eye though was how the fringe falls away from the breasts, which calls attention to them without being too obvious, and how the underlying dress getâs REALLY reflective there. I went with a blue-grey color though because I think it contrasts with Katiaâs color better.
Next was the fringe. I tried a lot of experiments but settled on 6 different layers of fringe, starting at the dividing line on her dress and following her contours, keeping in mind gravity will pull things to the sides.
I wanted more sparkle though, so I copied the fringe layer, added noise to it, and changed it to a Hard Light type layer. I liked the end result. Looks sorta like glitter.
Next I started doing shading, but was really unhappy with my results in the belly area. I even went back to the underlying body and drew some body guidelines to help me get a feel for the shading, but it didnât help much:
 So I did some Google searching for Female Belly Shading. Found a tutorial but I cheated. I just copied the image, reversed it to match my light sorce, overlaid it as a transparent layer, morphed it to fit my Katia and used is as a shading guideline for that part of her. Check this out:
That got me the results I was hoping for anyway. I could work with that. Hereâs the final shading:
Might be a bit much for a âcoveredâ belly, but I liked it anyway. So highlighting and Iâm almost done:
Okay, Sheâs done, but what background? For some reason I decided a nice curtain backdrop would be easy and seemed appropriate.
Okay.. And finally, the floor and the cigarette smoke. Made the floor reflective of the curtains and her feet. And this is the final for FlapperKat.
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 âdetailsâ 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.Â
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.
âYou sure?â the wench asked.
âDamn sure. Hell, bring two. That way I wonât have to bother you again for a while.â
âOkay, but you know you start staggering at two, Wendel,â she quipped. âIâll put a little more water in them, alright?â
âYou do that,â I said to her backside, watching it sashay back to the bar. Belinda was an okay gal, but she was married. Of course, that hadnât stopped me from a bit of flirting with her a few weeks back when Iâd arrived, but it had all been for naught. In fact, sheâd told me in no uncertain terms to buckle my pants back up.
Somehow, even with my rugged face and humorous banter, Iâd 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 didnât 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 didnât fail to notice her breasts swelling from the white Chemise under the laced bodice, but I looked away after she slapped my cheek.
âHey, that was pretty hard!â 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.
âWendel, any closer and you might as well be nursing me. Try to control yourself, okay?â
I apologized reluctantly. âSorry.â
âWendel, whatâs wrong?â
âYou mean other than my non-existent love life?â I asked, sulking.
âWell, yeah. Other than that. Didnât you have a job for Farmer Green over in Morrow today?â
âYeah,â I admitted, taking another big swig. Belinda was still sitting beside me when the coughing stopped.
âWhat then? Did you kill the rabbits that were eating his vegetables?â
âHell yes!â 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.
âUp here, Romeo,â she said. âSo, what then? Didnât he pay you?â
âSure did. How do you think Iâm paying for this?!â I shot back with keen witted sarcasm.
âWhat then? Oh⌠wait. He has a daughter, doesnât he?â
I closed my eyes, shutting out the memory, but her damn voice continued unabated.
âYou didnâtâŚâ
âNo, I didnât whip it out,â I replied. âI just asked if she wanted to go out with me!â
âOh. I see,â Belinda said, putting a soft, warm hand on my back. It may have been the first womanâs touch I had felt since my motherâs.
âAnd she said no?â
I could hold back the tears no longer. I looked longingly into Belindaâs cleavage.
âShe laughed at me.â
Again, the wench redirected my focus.
âBut you killed those rabbits, right? Thatâs something.â
I nodded as she rose and patted my back again. As emotionally wrecked as I had become, I still didnât fail to watch her walk back through bleary eyes. Â 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 hadnât filed charges against me with the local authorities during that whole pants-incident, Iâd 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! Â 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.
âHey! Come back misther!â the Vision called to him as he waved her off. âI wanna other one!â
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 wouldnât say he pushed me out of the way. It was more like I bumped into a concrete, moving wall of muscle.
âPardon me,â 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 Orsimerâs thigh, so I returned to my seat and quaffed the remainder of my watered down beer.
âAfter all,â I figured, âIf the guy bought her a drink, it would be rude of me to intrude.â
I flagged down Belinda and ordered another.
âFive, Wendel? Really?â the woman asked incredulously.
âDammit, yes! Give me a goddamned beer!â
âOkay. Your hangover,â she complied and turned to go.
âUm⌠Belinda? Maybe a little extra water?â
âYou got it, champ,â 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. Â My heart sank.
Belinda returned with another mug and I began to cry to her.
âShe was the most beautiful creature Iâve ever seen!â
âWho? The farmerâs daughter?â
âYou donât understand. Nobody understands. I let her slip away! My Goddess!â
âSheâs not that pretty,â the idiot barmaid said.
âNo! Not the farmerâs daughter. She was right there!â I explained, indicating the spot that had so recently held the precious bottom of Her Whom I Worship.
âOh really? Her?â the barmaid said, a huge smile coming over her face.
I sputtered into my beer. âOne moment she was right there. Oh cruel life! Why must you torment me so?â
âWendel, sheâs from Madame Florentineâs,â 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 factâŚ
âYou know her?!â
Belinda gave me an odd look. âWell, sort of. She comes in here when things are slow over there sometimes.â
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 couldnât 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. Â Suddenly a slap awoke me from my reverie.
âDamn youâre weird,â Belinda said as I sat back up, rubbing the cheek again. I tried to explain to her that it wasnât 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 sheâd 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 itâs depths when a movement near the lavatories caught my eye. It was them! Oddly, they seemed to both emerge from the Menâs room, but I knew that my current vision was less than reliable. Â
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.
âThanks kitty!â 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 couldnât 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.
âHey!â she said, turning to me. Her voice may have been somewhat slurred, but to me it was as if heaven itself had opened up itâs choir. âWhachername?â
I began to tremble. I froze! Worse than mute, I couldnât even turn to face her!
âSuture selfâ, she shrugged and spun around to face the room.
âWendel,â 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.
âWendel. My name is Wendel!â
âOh! It talkths! Well, pleathed to meetcha WenâŚâ
Suddenly her eyes went wide for some reason. She was perhaps somewhat inebriated by that point, so she hadnât really noticed my awesome chiseled features until then.
âWait! You are Wendel?â
I shook my head, proudly.
âOh! Yer my mark! I was subbosed to find you. Hey, Iâm Katia!â
âMe?â I asked, not understanding.
âSorry, I forgotted. Say WenâŚâ at that point she had to burp, rather loudly and long, â…del, are you really a virgin?â
This time it was my turn for the wide-eyes treatment. âNo⌠No no no. You must be confusing me with some otherâŚâ
âOh, cmon. donât be shy,â she said, leaning in close. Her breath smelled of beer and something else, but I didnât much care. I felt her wrap her arm around my shoulders as if in confidence. âDonât tell anybuddy, but I was once a virgin too!â
âNo. You?!â I said, not quite understanding what we were talking about but eager to have something in common with this gorgeous Khajiit woman.â
âStrue! Pretty much everbuddy schtarts out like that,â she said as if imparting some secret wisdom of the ages. She lowered her head until it touched my own and I felt giddy. âKnow how I lost it?â she said.
I shook my head, still connected to hers as if we were part of a secret conspiracy.
âDamn. I was hoping you would tell me,â 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 wasnât really sure why. But I really didnât 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!
âI like your fur,â I admitted, hoping not to seem too forward.
âOh, these?â she asked, brushing the thick white fur that covered her most intimate areas, then shocked me as she peeled one off. âTheyâre just stick-ons. They donât stay on fur very good though. Made for human skin. Maybe Iâll try paint instead someday.â
She put the faux-fur strip back over herself.
âWhoa. You alright? Your redder than a Redguardâ
âEhhh. Excuse me. Iâll be right back.â
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 Iâd just seen out of my head.
âYou like my furclothes?â she asked between quaffs, âItâs pretty sexy, doncha think?â
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.
âIâŚâ 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.
âYes?!â 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!
âI think I drank too much,â 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.
âKatia?â I said, jostling her a bit. âKatia? Wake up!â
I looked over her shoulder and saw Belinda hovering over us.
âYou all right?â she asked me.
âI think she might have passed out!â I said, turning to look at the face so near to my own. âKatia?â
The eyes opened ever so slightly and she pulled away from me.
âWendel⌠IâŚâ 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 Katiaâs 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 weâd 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 canât 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 Iâd 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 didnât 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 âcompanyâ, I really donât know. With my dashing charm, I need no paid-for love! But Iâll probably go ahead and find out where Madame Florentineâs is. I have a raincheck to cash.