Thursday, November 22, 2012


Happy Thanksgiving, all!  We'd like to give thanks to all our fans, especially the ones that comment on our blog or on HF or DA, and that email us with appreciation.  You guys keep us going, and we're happy to provide.  And we'd also like to give thanks... to the booty!  Speaking of booty...

A new story is up, the pic for which is below!  But hold on to your butts, gentleman (or the butt of a willing lady friend), because that's not all.  There's also a new Raquel chapter well on its way to completion (EDIT: here it is!), which may or may not be a sign of the coming Mayan apocalypse!  The Mayans were in Brazil, right?

- Majalis 
(Wish you were here?)

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Booty and the Beast

Before the update, just want to plug the Oxford Guide to Booty's Birthday Booty Bonanza, a contest for artists that involves drawing a birthday-themed big booty.  There's a decent chance that we'll have a submission of our own there.  :D

Still not done with a few pictures, and in fact not sure if these are totally done, but we think you'll get the point!

Two pictures featuring a few seconds apart!  A wily prostitute performs "buttsex" on her client, and he is only marginally disappointed!

That's the Majalis experience: you'll only be marginally disappointed!  - Majalis

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Trap x Trap

What do you get when you cross two boys, some hairclips, thigh-high stockings, ribbons, skirts, enough eye-watering color to make Andy Warhol blush, and, of course, anal sex?  

This.  If you squint hard enough, you can make out two people having sex in that kaleidoscope fever dream. Judging by the boy-on-top's face, there's only one color this picture's hiding from view: white.   - Majalis

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

More various WIP

Just a few more while we finish up some of the other things we've been working on.

A trap riding cowgirl, wearing a condom.

A plumber ready to snake some pipe.

A girl bending over for a photoshoot.

- Majalis

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Assorted New Stuff

Bwahh! Almost two months and no updates.  That's bad!  But we have a bunch of stuff on the up and up.   That's good!

Expect to see this one up on HF soon.

Another one of a similar persuasion to the last little thing we did.

And a sketch for a trap character that we've done some more with already.  More to come... before the month ends.  - Majalis

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Concept Art

Hey there, quick update, just so you don't think we're dead.  We have a bunch of art that's nearly done, so hopefully we'll have more up soon.  Writing-wise I have a hefty workload this semester, and I'm going to be busy till Friday at the earliest, but with the holiday weekend coming up, I'll definitely finish the Raquel chapter (assuming I'm not assigned something crazy work-intensive for class, in which case I'll definitely finish the Raquel chapter anyway).  Here's some concept art.

And to round it off, a close-up shot of some poor boy taking a big one in the butt. - Majalis

Thursday, August 23, 2012


A new trap picture completed!  Soon we'll be posting a finished commission, and some groundwork for our project, which we may or may not start to talk about in less vague terms.

Just to dispel any remaining notion that we are super classy folk, the prompt for this picture was "I'm going to RUIN that pussy, bitchboy!"   Seems accurate.  What do you think?  Ruined pussy, no?

In addition, another vision of the future: a girl with a footlong (sub sandwich).  Because why eat food, when you can fuck it?  [/firstworldproblems]

- Majalis

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Farm Girl Futa

New character?  Was originally going to have a story written up for her, but decided instead to continue with existing stories... and continued work on a secret project.  Hopefully I'll be done with a new Raquel chapter soon.  What comes after is, as usual, a crapshoot.  As for the secret project... we're excited about it, but not confident enough to release anything yet.  When we do, it'll be up here. - Majalis

Edit: here's a femmed up version:

Saturday, August 4, 2012

More Sketches

Just a sketch update, including an alternate to a commission we did (that can't be uploaded just yet) that we may finish at some point, seen here:

In addition, here's one in a different style:

As well as a googirl with a big ass:

Another update Monday! - Majalis

Monday, July 30, 2012

You're Dumped (Tri)

The latest incarnation in the crazy shenanigans that is the You're Dumped saga, in which ex-boyfriends are dressed up as girls and exposed to the other side of the equation.

Troy had been trying to get with his old girlfriend Sanka for months, but she had made it very clear that she never wanted to have anything to do with him after the affair.  He thought with time and distance she’d eventually warm up again, but she barely acknowledged his existence.  Rumor had it that she had a no boyfriend, but he never met him.  He’d finally gotten used to the idea that she was never going to take him back (or give him a booty call), when one day, while he was on his way home from work, he got a voicemail from her.  He listened to it once, then twice, and when he got home away from the hustle and noise of traffic, he listened to it a third time, just to make sure he was hearing it correctly.

“Hey, Troy, this is Sanka.  I know I said I didn’t want to ever see you again… and I’m standing by that, but, I have a favor to ask of you.  I showed one of my girlfriends your picture and she told me she wanted to meet up with you, no matter what I said.  So, I don’t know if you’re interested… she is pretty cute, and she seems like your type.  I figured I’d make a show of peace, but I just want to be clear: we’re over, still.  Anyway, if you’re interested in a hookup, just text me and I’ll send you all the details.”

In the silence of his apartment, Troy was stunned to confirm that he’d heard what he’d heard.  Sanka had always been pretty jealous, and he couldn’t believe that she’d be willing to set him up with one of her friends.   He guessed it was her way of showing, definitively, that she was over him.  That rustled him a bit, but the idea that a cute friend of hers was hot for him was more than enough of tantalizing detail to push that from his mind.  He responded almost immediately.

“who/where/when/how?  i’m down for that.  how r u babe?”

He put his phone down, still in shock, but with a creeping sense of smugness that was overriding his reason.  He grabbed a beer out of the fridge, took off his shirt, and sat down on the sofa.  As soon as he’d settled comfortably, he heard the buzzing of the vibrating phone on the kitchen table, and sighed, exasperated.  With a regretful grunt, he kicked his legs out and got to his feet again, walking over to the buzzing, glowing nuisance.  When he picked it up, he saw that she’d already fired off a lengthy response.   His curiosity piqued.

“I’m fine.  Her name’s Natalie.  She wanted to meet you ASAP, somewhere neutral.  I’m going to be out all day tomorrow, so I told her you two could meet at my place, if you don’t-”

The text ended, and he went on to the next one.

“-make a mess.  I’m going to be honest; Natalie’s sort of a freak.  I wouldn’t be surprised if she ‘ambushed’ you.  Not anything dangerous, I mean.  Just, you know, she’s into-“

He clicked to the next text, his pulse rising.

“-self-bondage… and blind hook-ups…  and she has… ‘coercion’ fantasies.  Hopefully you’re down with all that?  If you are, I’m sure you’ll both have a good time.  Especially since Nat likes it the wrong way.”
His eyes had widened more and more with each word.  When he reached the end, he checked to see if there was another text, but nothing came.  Tentatively, he texted her back.

“what u mean?”

He waited, phone in hand, for the reply.  The phone vibrated, and he clicked into the text.

“How do I put it politely… well, I guess you could say she likes it up the ass.  She’s sort of an anal queen.  A buttwhore, you could say.  If that’s fine with you…  8:30 tomorrow at my place.  She’ll be waiting.”
He swallowed, hard.  It wasn’t the only thing that was hard.  He dreamt that night of Natalie, the cute, bouncy co-ed that liked it in her shitpipe, and all was good with the world.

When he got to Sanka’s place the next day, he knocked on her front door, but there was no answer.  He was about to ring the bell when he noticed the door was slightly ajar, so he slipped inside, closing it behind him.  Her house was dark, and there didn’t seem to be anyone around… until he heard heels clacking on the floor in the living room.  Slowly, quietly, he took each step, trying to find the source of the noise without alerting them to his presence.  When he came into the room, what he saw nearly made him tear his pants in half.  There was, presumably Natalie, her hands tied up and her legs forced open, facing away from him, almost naked.  On the coffee table next to her was a box whose purpose was clear.  It said, in bold font, “ANAL LUBE.”


Nathaniel arrived promptly at 6; he didn’t like to keep Sanka waiting.  When she told him she was finally acquiescing to his request (more like his begging) to bring in one of her friends, he was… eager, to say the least.  When she brought him to her bedroom and he saw the lingerie laid out on the bed, including thigh-high stockings and high heels, he got even more excited.  When she told him that he was going to be the one wearing it… he felt a flush of embarrassment, but nodded, knowing it was the price of admission.  If two girls wanted to play dress up with him for the night, he wasn’t going to turn that offer down, even if it did make him self-conscious. 

She dressed him, dolled him up with make-up, tied up his hair, and even gave it a little temporary Halloween dyejob, treating the ends with fire-engine red.   It was really hard for him to walk in the heels, so he wobbled after her into the living room, where she revealed her manacles.  She had him hold his hands out in front of him, and she clasped the manacles shut.  Climbing up onto a footstool, she shackled him to the ceiling via a hook that he’d never seen before.  His anxiety only grew when she produced another bondage implement – a spreader bar, which she locked to his heels, forcing his legs apart.  He was about to voice his concern when she affixed the tape to his lips.

Sanka reached up to his hips, and carefully rolled down the panties that Nat was wearing over his rear, down to his thighs.  She slapped something onto his cheek, and then slowly pulled it off, and though he couldn’t see it, he recognized it as a temporary tattoo.  Then, nonchalantly, she walked away from him.  She rustled through her handbag, and then placed something on coffee table, and then, without warning, she slung her bag over her shoulder and walked away, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, until the sound faded entirely.  Nat waited… but she didn’t return.  Then, the first inkling of panic set in.

He looked over his shoulder frantically to try and analyze the situation.  Sanka was gone, and he seemed alone… if her friend was coming over, she was definitely going to be playing on his domination fetish, but somehow, being dressed like a ho with a star tattoo on her butt left him uneasy.  He kept surveying the situation, something he had failed to do while Sanka was leading him around on a leash, and eventually he spotted it.
On the corner table, sitting hidden in plain sight, was a generic looking pharmacy box.  On it, in bright yellow lettering, though difficult to make out in the dark, were the words in bolded font, “ANAL LUBE”.  He stared at in shock, his heart beating fast in his chest, his breaths coming uneven, his anus tightening. 

He couldn’t wriggle free of the restraints at all, and he already heard footsteps.  His mind raced.  One after another, he imagined his girlfriend’s sex toys, their shape, texture, and size.  He didn’t know which one of them Sanka’s friend was going to be introducing to his hindquarters, but he wanted to mentally prepare himself for any of them.   The long, slender dildo, the studded one, the curvy one with the extra bit on it, or, of course, the plugs.  Of course, it was entirely possible that Sanka’s friend was bringing her own silicon fun, and Sanka had just thoughtfully left her the boyfriend-emasculating jelly she would need to, well, emasculate her boyfriend.  He imagined a blonde knockout wearing a big purple strap-on, gripping his thighs and going to town, and he had to admit, while the prospect was terrifying, and his ass wouldn’t be able to take it, there were worse things you can do to pass the time.  It just so happened that, once the footsteps got closer, he got to see his first glimpses of one of them.

Sanka’s friend was blond, alright, and stacked, but there was only one problem.  Sanka’s friend was a guy.  A [i]big[/i] guy.  Nat hoped beyond hope that he was just a meter-reader or a pizza delivery guy who walked in on an embarrassing scene, but when Nat saw the look on his face, and the bulge in his crotch, those hopes were dashed against the rocks of reality.


Troy used two fingers to apply the lube between Natalie’s cheeks, who in turn did her very best to try and communicate… something to him, urgently.  Those communications became more urgent when Troy politely introduced a finger into previously uncharted territory to lube the interior, a necessary and vital step in preparation for the much-larger non-finger he was planning to introduce into Natalie’s unfortunate rear.  Natalie groaned into her gag as he swiveled his finger inside as deep as it could go, to get lube all over Natalie’s alternative (substitute) lovehole.  Recognizing that, at present, she was way too tight, he helpfully inserted another finger, although Natalie didn’t appreciate the thoughtfulness, nor the [i]fullness[/i].   His attempts at foreplay (and preparing Nat’s tight ass for the uncomfortable stretching it was about to receive) made Nat writhe, which he took as a good sign.    He thought about giving her a bit of a hand up front, but then decided against it.  If she wanted to get off with her ass, he was going to give her what she wanted, even if she probably should have asked Sanka if Troy was the man for the job.  Not that he couldn’t give it good, but, he knew that she might regret it after.

Satisfied that her pooper had been sufficiently prepped, he pulled his fingers out with a wet schlopping noise.  Natalie’s hole closed again, slightly leaking the lube that he’d carefully greased up her pipe with.  He debated pulling off her tape gag and having her clean off his fingers, but wasn’t sure if she’d be into that and, more importantly, he wanted to get to the main event as quickly as possible.  Just to be sure that she had all the prepping she needed, he grabbed the tube, pressed the tip slightly into her recently frisked asshole, and squeezed it as hard as he could, filling her butt up with the slimy goo.  When he stood up and backed away to see her reaction, she shivered, and some more lube leaked out, down her cheek, and thigh, and some onto the floor.  So much for not making a mess.  Troy put the lubetube down for a second, and unfastened his belt.   When his pants dropped to the floor, Natalie’s eyes once again went wide.

Still recovering from having his bowels irrigated by anal lube (and still feeling the slippery mess in there), he heard a belt buckle, and frantically turned to look.  Sanka’s friend’s pants hit the floor, along with his tightey whities.  And then, in the very same mental picture that was sure to haunt his nightmares for days to come, he saw both the dripping bottle of lube and the dripping, fully erect, cock.  His futile wriggling got more intense, and his sphincter automatically snapped shut, his pucker tightening up as much as it could given that he’d just been fingerbanged.   It looked like a monster.  When Sanka’s friend walked closer, he couldn’t see it anymore, but he could still sense its presence.   When he put his arms around Nat’s waist, he felt it between his cheeks, hot and rigid.  Troy’s hands went down his abdomen, towards his pubic region, but didn’t go far enough to reveal Sanka’s trickery.  Nat trembled, in teeth-clenching anticipation.

He could feel and see the one hand on his hip, but he didn’t have to see where his other hand had gone to know where it was.  He could hear the slick noise as it prepped his girlfriend’s impromptu marital aide, and there was no doubt  he was going to use that hand to guide his beef missile where it was going, which, given the tape gag, the wrist-bindings and the spreader bar, was somewhere no man had gone before.  Somewhere snug, specifically.

With his hips wiggling as best they could, the big lunk had a hard time finding his mark, although the occasional near-miss meant that Nat knew what it felt like to have a cock tip requesting permission to enter into paradise, where “paradise” here was played by Nat’s endangered rear entrance.  Eventually, Troy got tired of the game, and slapped “her” ass hard enough to make Nat see stars, which got the unfortunate butt stunned still for a second, long enough for Troy to get the positioning right, and long enough for him to try and apply pressure up towards Nat’s greased chute.

He could feel his sphincter’s resistance giving way, and panicked.  Rationally, he knew unless men burst through the door with guns at that very moment, it was going to happen.  A mistake of really embarrassing proportion was about to be made.  He wanted to warn Troy that he was barking up the wrong tree, that he was shoving his sausage in a fellow sausage-owner, but with the gag in place, all he could say was…

“Mmf… mmf... mmmf!  MMMFGGHHH…”

At a certain point, enough resistance gave way to lubrication, insistence and exhaustion, and something lurched about half an inch forward.  That “thing,” of course, was the glans of a man’s penis, and “forward” here meant “into,” specifically “into Nat’s well-lubed, well-prepped, unwilling ass.”  Nat’s eyes crossed a bit, and his eyebrows twitched nervously, and he let out an exasperated half-sigh, half-groan that seemed to say a combination of “oof, that’s a big one,” and “you moron, that’s my asshole!  You just put your [i]cock[/i] up my [i]asshole[/i]!”
He started to tremble and wiggle his hips to either dislodge or relocate the intruder more comfortably.  He hung his head, and steeled himself.  It wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be, but it still itched, burned, and already felt a little sore, stretching open as wide as it was.   The psychological aspect he was wisely avoiding by focusing his mental energy on calling Troy various variations of “big-dicked ignoramus.”  Shame and anger competed in his mind, with at least part of that anger going towards his back-stabbing girlfriend (although the literal back-stabber got his fair share).    If this was her idea of a joke, she was insane; if she thought he wanted this…  she was still crazy, and a bitch.  He’d toyed with the idea, but the reality wasn’t exactly going how he wanted, though knowing Troy was as duped as he was made it easier to cope.   That, and his girlfriend’s panties had gotten cramped. 

Troy took his hand off of his big guy, now that it had been properly introduced to Natalie’s ass, and placed it on Natalie’s other hip.  He licked his lip, and let Nat adjust to his girth, because she had to adjust to that before he wrecked her with his length.  If this girl was into deep anal dicking, he was going to give it to her, and he was going to make sure she was going to remember how big, long and hard he was.  Still, he knew to take baby steps.  She had definitely never had one as big as his before, by her reaction, and the fact that she was plugged perfectly tight.   She had a nice ass, but it was that tight hole that was going to work him over. 

Nat looked over his shoulder to assess the danger.  With both hands on his hips, there was nothing holding his widowmaker in place but ‘Natalie’s’ utterly perplexed hole.   He couldn’t see the part that had settled in between his cheeks, but the tube of meat leading back to his body, the unburied portion connecting the two of them, made Nat’s eyes go wide in terror.   He looked at Troy’s face, but turned away when he saw his grin, and stared straight ahead, and got ready to defend against Troy’s attack.
Troy took that as readiness, gripped tight for a second to warn her he was about to continue, and then urged his own hips forward, making Nat moan anal frustration, not lust, as Troy interpreted it, into the gag, his face flushing red with embarrassment as he was inadvertently losing his anal virginity inch by inch. 

The next few minutes consisted of shoving and groaning, as a virgin ass gave more and more ground inevitably to a turgid, eager cock.  Drool started to seep through the gag, as Nat had difficulty keeping his mouth closed while Troy kept his rear hole open.   Troy either gripped “her” hips or groped “her” buttcheeks, placing his hands flat against them and shifting them around his embedded, rock-hard schlong, or pulling them apart so that he could see his progress in real time, her too-tight hole accepting him bit by bit.  When he did that, Nat could feel every bump on it as it sunk inside, and much preferred he kept his hands on his hips or even shoulders if it meant less ass-grabbing.  Nat knew the trick to anal was to push out like you’re using the bathroom, and made good use of that, but even with that, the lube, and the forced leg-spreading, Troy was too big comfort, although not too big for penetration.    Unfortunately, he had more in common at present with the princess from the Princess and the Pea story than Goldilocks.  As more and more of it invaded her hole, she went cross-eyed and started to sweat, unable to cope.  When Troy started to thrust in and out a bit, her eyes went wide, and then he suddenly lurched forward.

That proved too much for Nat, who managed to kick back at Troy a bit, which made him retract a few inches, which was a relief.  He put more lube on the part of his cock that had recently vacated Natalie’s hole, and then started to push forward again.  Realizing it was still too much, Nat pushed back at him with his butt, a counterattack that proved ill-advised when Troy drove it all the way home in response, all the way up Natalie’s guts.

It made a squishing noise as it utterly filled Nat’s bowels, which Nat did not hear over their own eye-rolling groan.  It was such a sudden butt-filling that Natalie didn’t have time to notch it off their bucket list before they felt the heat of Troy’s body pressed up against their girly derriere.   They continued to groan hoarsely as Troy tapped their hips lightly against their cheeks, barely moving the actual hard, dick-shaped mass that had displaced a large portion of Nat’s rectum.  Nat’s sphincter sucked on the base, aching, but like its owner, submissive.   All of Natalie’s other anal rings gripped tightly onto the invading, tremendous mass, clearly defining and adhering to its shape, measuring its rigidity and sheer hardness in terms of constipated aching.   There was a big, hard cock in Natalie’s butt, and it was pulsing in the cramped space that it so enjoyed, even though it had absolutely no spare room to do so.  Eventually, Nat managed to turn their constant groan into the occasional frustrated high-pitched grunt, and the first part of their anal ordeal hit a denouement, as their big, dumb anal penetrator started to withdraw his unit bit by bit so he could get to the fun part.

Sanka sat wrapped in blankets, a warm cup of cocoa in her hands, as she stared, transfixed, at her computer.  It was cold in the basement, and felt even colder with the lights off, but what she saw warmed her cold, black little heart.  It had been all over the news: the crazy girlfriend that let a minor league baseball team run a train on her boyfriend, and then ended up turning herself in to the police.  Then the copycat, who disappeared after she staged a gangbang for her boyfriend, who she dressed up in ‘alt-girl’ attire for some reason that made sense only to her.  Her last known whereabouts were a few miles from the Mexican border.  Sanka’s plan wasn’t nearly as evil, she told herself.  There was one (1) guy, well, two, if you counted the emasculated sissy that was her current boyfriend.  Her boyfriend had expressed interest in bringing in a relief pitcher, and hadn’t objected too loudly when she suggested it could be a man.  He’d been so insistent and passive aggressive about it, and her old boyfriend had been so insistent and aggressive-aggressive about hooking up with her again, she thought it was only appropriate that the two of them worked out their aggression in their respective roles: Troy in the aggressive, ignorant position, his favorite one, and “Natalie” in the passive, bitchy position, which was his.  And would it be so wrong to broadcast the whole thing via webcam?  Of course not.  Would it be so wrong to use multiple cameras, hidden around the living room?  She didn’t think so.

The other people subscribed to the webcast were a mixed bunch.  Some were aware of the duplicitous nature of the act, and they had a betting game going.  The odds for ‘finds out the secret, leaves in disgust’ were high, the odds for ‘finds out the secret, goes ahead anyway’ were slightly lower, and the odds for ‘dumbass doesn’t notice, plugs his ex’s boyfriend’s ass for fifteen minutes, leaves a steaming load in what he thinks is a girl’s butt’ were low.  It definitely looked like that camp was going to win their 2:1.  Troy didn’t seem to have the slightest inclination that anything was wrong, even though, from the underneath camera, the truth was obvious.

From that vantage point, they could see Nat’s perineum ending on one side with no va-jay-jay in sight and with the other side ending in an anus clinging tightly to a slick, invading tail, which might have been difficult to discern if it weren’t for the vein running through it or the occasional moment where it came out enough for the viewers at home to get a brief view of the underside of its glans, pretty perfect proof of it being a penis insistently invading innards, namely Troy’s. That camera’s audio manages to pick up the squishing (on the way in) and sucking (on the way out) sounds of sex, the slipping, sliding, the sucking and slurping of a sphincter really, really reluctant to release a really, really big rod.  At its shallowest, it was a fearsome sight, a long, thick shaft, ending in a rounded point, slightly penetrating a tight pucker, with nothing stopping it from penetrating deeper, and deeper, until it plumbed the depths entire, pushing aside soft innards in the way.   At its deepest, it looked like a horse breeding its mare, a forceful intrusion that almost looked like magic:   where did the big penis go?  Of course, on the other camera synced up, the grunting of the recipient made it obvious: up the butt, of course.  At that deepest intercourse, the testicles of the massively endowed intruder came perilously close to a similar, if slightly smaller structure, on the receiver, but very rarely touched.  If the intruder noticed, it’s doubtful he could hazard a guess as to what that was, or that he even cared at this point.

He stuffed his hand under her bra, and felt at her smooth, hairless, feminine chest.   He didn’t let the fact that she was incredibly flat-chested bother him; she had more than enough where it counted.   She moaned when he felt up her body, which encouraged him do it more.

Nat, of course, was moaning in shock more than anything.    Having Troy explore his body and, apparently, approving of how soft and feminine it was would have embarrassing in any circumstance, even if he wasn’t, at the time, rummaging through his backdoor, hands-free. That he [i]was[/i] giving Nat a hands-free anal excavation while feeling him up should have been the absolute nadir, but he managed to up the ante (or lower the nadir) a moment later when he grabbed both of Natalie’s wrists, which were already tied overhead, and started to press into Natalie with each thrust, further cementing the notion that, for what the two of them were doing together, they didn’t need to use their hands.  What Troy didn’t realize was that, below the waist, he was fucking Natalie’s ass, and “Natalie” was stretching the fabric of their panties, also without hands, because of Troy’s sans-manos prostate stimulation.  All he knew was that he had this slut’s hands above her head, and down south he was giving it to her good.

Upping the humiliation was that, being unaccustomed to sex standing up (much less wearing heels), Nat’s calves were getting too sore to use, which wasn’t helped at all by being forced to stand on tippy-toes.  This meant holding themselves up with their arm restraints… which their arms quickly became too tired to do, as well.   Thus, the only recourse they had was to let themselves go slack… which had the unfortunate added effect of making it look like they were bending over for more.    Not that they had a choice whether they got more or not, but they didn’t have to bend over for it.  Of course, even when they managed to stand up straight again for a while, that just put them in a different “ready to be ass-fucked” pose, so maybe the bigger issue was just the fact that their poor butt was in use, carnally, for some stupid dude with a [i]big[/i] cock’s jollies. 

Maybe that was the [i]most[/i] humiliating thing, now that he thought about it: while the big oaf was taking his temperature rectally, even though both of his hands were pre-occupied with fondling his hips and “breasts,” (which was enough of a gutpunch to his masculinity; taking someone’s man-meat as a suppository), he was busy measuring the thermometer in the most embarrassing way possible.  He had gotten an eyeful of it at the start, and his heart had sunk into his stomach (even moreso when the big palooka seemed to like the way the “girl’s” eyes went wide at the sight of it), but he was sure it had been a trick of perspective. Maybe cocks look bigger when they’re rigid, dripping precum, and sitting next to a box of anal lube, while you’re facing the other direction with your legs forcibly spread and your hands tied helplessly above you?  Particularly when they take a step forward, and it wobbles, and you realize that it’s that big [i]for you[/i]?  Still, he couldn’t deny that even if only “looked” like Godzilla then, it definitely [i]felt[/i] like a monster when it was up his cutey-patootey.   Halfway in it was cross-eyed constipation, and all the way in it was both a nightmare and a very real rectum full of hot sweaty dick.  It was the latter that was weighing on his soul, because there was no way anyone’s rectum would be totally filled by [i]his[/i] mystery meat, fistful of Viagra or no.  He was absolutely certain it felt bigger sliding up his virgin chute, but “bigger” there meant “fatter,” and it was the [i]length[/i] he was so fixated on.  Inch by inch it crammed its way into his greased-up billy-butt, and no matter how much he over or under-estimated them, the result was hovering around double digits.  “Double” being the appropriate word that got stuck in his head, where if you reversed the relationship, that word would be “half.”  The guy was bigger than him, height-wise and bulk-wise, but there was no reason the sausage had to match the meathouse, and yet, unless his stretchy funhole wasn’t the right instrument to measure her ex’s meat-popsicle , (or maybe ‘dipstick’ is more appropriate), the hard truth of it was laid bare: his girlfriend was used to a bratwurst, and he was packing a pickle.  And then, to add injury to insult, that very same bratwurst was packing into him, and maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to repeatedly  squeeze it to check it for size, because Meathead Rumproaster had taken it as an invitation (or a dare) to pick up the pace, the intensity, and the dirty talk.  The latter of which Natalie didn’t even really hear (aside from the occasional “bitch” or “ass-slut”) because all he could hear was the sound of hip slapping up against ass and that his fellow tricked boyfriend was fucking his ass [i]way too hard[/i].

That absentminded period of insecurity and curiosity cost him sorely, literally.   He hadn’t noticed that each time he squeezed onto the slowly-spelunking sausage that was porking him between the buns, a spray of precum had been fired off as a warning shot to his bowels that if he didn’t quit it, it was going to assume he really wanted to be a mommy, and it was going to do its very best to make that dream a reality.   In other words, he convinced his unwitting paramour that it was time to party, and build up to a big finish, and so he’d gripped onto the buttslut’s hips and started to drive it deep and fast, which made Nat scream a few muffled protests into his gag and try to wriggle out of it before collapsing, inadvertently sticking a shapely butt back at Troy, proving to his stupid, dull mind that she was “really into it.”  The display was too hot for Troy, who was already at his limit trying to hold back the inevitable cum enema that he was going to give Natalie, due to the combined factors of Natalie’s seeming willingness to give up her (insanely tight) butthole to a stranger, her unrestrained groans of pleasure, and her shapely, plump butt, a winning combination for a girl.  His hips slapped into her fat cheeks and her trampy star sticker over and over again, a wet clapping that understated just how deep she was getting butt-blasted.  He gave her a slap on the star, right on her rear, and she tightened up, so he gave it to her harder.

Of course, he had no way of knowing that he was sodomizing an anal virgin, so his fast-paced anus-obliterating thrusts weren’t caused by malice or sadism, but by the simple, genuinely male desire to give a tight, wet hole the best fucking possible, which meant making sure it knew it was being fucked, and maybe leaving it in a state afterward that anyone could tell it had been fucked.   With the amount of lube involved, the only thing really resisting his efforts were Natalie’s overtaxed anal rings, which had just about given up, which was fortunate for Nat in that it meant he wasn’t painfully resisting being butt-pumped, but was unfortunate for Nat because it meant he was being butt-pumped at a rate and depth that were normally reserved for anal queens, not first-timers.  Of course, it was also unfortunate for Nat in that he was a straight guy, and Troy’s well-meaning anally amorous affections were as unwanted as they were uninvited as they were utterly uncomfortable, which, to put it mildly, was “very” on all counts.  Still, when life gives you a big cock up the ass, you make big-cock-up-the-ass-ade, whether you want to or not, and Nat was miserably aware of how close he was to making that hetero butt-sex faux pas known as “jizzing semen while taking it in the ass,” something that was probably far from being on Troy’s radar as a possible outcome of his vigorous “non-vaginal” virgin-busting.  He was pumping that ass hard because he thought she wanted it hard, and because her tight, wet, warm hole seemed to be a good place to deposit some DNA, which meant a whole lot of thrusting and not a whole lot of holding-back.   If she wanted a cumload in the hole she shat from, who was he to tell her no?

Natalie cursed Troy for not noticing the banana-shaped protrusion in her panties, and herself for filling out Sanka’s panties with a stiff banana.  Even worse, the pressure was building, and Natalie knew it was only a matter of time before “she” got off on the intense anal stuffing she was receiving, and it didn’t help that Troy’s hands were clapped onto her sensitive ass-cheeks.  He kneaded her butt around his ass-pounding cock, and she got ready to fling the most embarrassing goo of her life, if Troy didn’t shoot off first.  As the rocking and slapping continued, the inevitable happened; Natalie doubled over and moaned hoarsely, and spit a thick load through the stretched-thin membrane of the panties pressed against the tip of his cock.  Natalie feels a tickle as she’s forced to cum against something, and an obstruction in her bowels as her sphincter tightens.  Troy feels her ass clench like a vice, and she shudders through her orgasm, but he can’t possibly see the forward-pointing stain that she produced as semen forced its way through the fabric.

Having inseminated his panties thoroughly, the cream bubbling through and dripping to the floor, Natalie was both exhausted and extremely annoyed when Troy resumed his butt-blasting, not realizing his toy has a refractory period to deal with.

Sanka’s hands worked furiously under her desk.   There was little doubt as to whether Nat’s “coercion” fantasies extended all the way up his colon.   She had worried his fantasy wouldn’t live up to reality, but when the panties frothed over and she could see them dripping, she smirked.  Watching him get off to a random anal stuffing was both hilarious and hot, and she knew she was going to hell.  Unlike the other girls, she didn’t necessarily want to leave him, but doubts he’ll want to stick around with the crazy girl that tricked him into playing Buttfucked Bottom to another guy’s Confused Cock.  She wondered when she was going to break the news to Troy; before or after he bragged about it?  Certainly after he’d finished ravaging his ex’s current boyfriend, and definitely after he’d pumped ‘her’ bowels full of proof-in-the-pudding semen.  Maybe she’d be cryptic about it; tell him he’d missed his evolutionary mark.  That not only had he left his sperm in the wrong hole, said hole (and makeshift sperm tank) belonged to someone with a Y-chromosome.  Even he’d be able to figure that brain teaser out: that he’d butt-stuffed a boy’s booty, that he’d blasted it in boy’s butterhole, basted a boy’s bowels… and that was it, Sanka’s finger-shuffling reached a crescendo and she could barely keep her eyes on the screen as she threw her head back, bit her lip, and trembled even more than her boyfriend currently was.

Even though he’d already cum once, Nat could feel it building again.  And even though his cock was still drooping down, half-erect, it seemed as if it wouldn’t even get all the way back up before he let it fly again.  Now that he wasn’t that hard, the panties pushed it down, and so when his mind went blank, and his head was full of fluff,  the second load drips out of his forced open eye into the panties, forming a pool.     Getting buttfucked and jizzing through his girlfriend’s panties was bad enough, but blowing a load into her panties like a diaper was just embarrassing.

He could feel his backdoor spasming around Troy as he dripped milk into his panties, and so could Troy.  With an embarrassingly loud moan, he started to cum up Nat’s ass, into her belly, without even realizing what was happening for the second time that evening.  Feeling the sudden gush, Natalie was flooded inside with semen and shame, and then, after a moment of humiliated, frantic contemplation, resolve.  No matter what, she was going to make sure Troy didn’t find out that she was, well, a he, and that no one else would find out about this one, isolated incident.  And, she was going to hit Sanka right in the face.   She tried to calm her heart as Troy whitewashed her innards, and her asshole as well, so that it’d be loose enough for him to pull free and maybe finish the rest on her back, instead of blowing the whole thing in her creamery. 

Nat’s skin was on fire with embarrassment and trapped heat where his butt-assailant pressed up against him.  Troy was so insistent that he abandoned all hope of even a partial pull-out finish, and instead waited sullenly for him to finish filling Nat’s fuckhole.  Nat was done, no question, which made it even less appealing to have him twitching on the inside, and so when he finally stopped jerking, it was a relief, even though he was still forcing open Nat’s anal walls.  When he did slip free with a final slippery noise, Nat discovered that the hole wouldn’t close all the way, much to his chagrin. 

Even more chagrining was what he did next.  Troy turned Nat’s head, pulled off the tape, and gave his butt-bitch a surprise kiss, making “her” eyes go wide.  “She” then just nodded passively without saying anything because “she” didn’t want to be found out.  Troy smacked his little anal slut Natalie on the ass, asked “you good?” and “she” nodded again, not wanting him to help untie “her” and find it out.  Figuring that meant she wanted him to go, he put on his pants, wiped the lube off on Natalie’s behind, and then left “her” there gaped and cum-filled.  Nat was glad he was gone, but was less pleased to be tied up, dressed as a slutty girl, clearly just having finished an anal encounter of the wrong kind.  He dreaded someone walking in and thinking he was some kind of pervert who took it in the ass, instead of some kind of pervert who took it in the ass incidentally.   He could feel the heat and wetness that Troy had left somewhere deep in his bowels, and dwelled on the uncomfortable fact that before Troy had arrived, that and the slightly-open state of his anus hadn’t been like that.

Nat was in a half-conscious haze of post-sex uncertainty.  Unable to get out of the bindings, it was only a matter of time before the boyhole that Troy had unwittingly plugged expelled his creamy consolation prize, which ran down Nat’s thigh.  That was the last thing Sanka’s little webshow saw before she went offline, her heart racing.  She was almost as confused as Nat was.

What was she going to do next?

Monday, July 23, 2012

Another one of our... weird creations.  This came from the "futas fucking food" school of thought, except in this case the food in question is still alive.

The picture that goes with the latest story has been done for like, two weeks, but it's not -totally- done, which is like - what?  how does this happen?  In addition, we've completed another commission that we'll post up soon, which is going to go up as the cover to someone else's story.  - Majalis

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Just a quick update for a quick picture.  Still not done with the actual trap picture.  After that we've got a bunch of stuff, including some commissions, can't say which'll be done first.  For now: a trap whose ocean swim has been interrupted by a chinese dragon-like sea serpent that then buggers him silly.  A little less feminine-bodied than our usual traps.

I can imagine this being some early culture's explanation for why the water in the ocean is so briny.

- Majalis

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Zoe, Futa Housewife

Here we have Zoe, futa housewife and least trustworthy bartender.  There may be a story with this, but it won't be done until the next Raquel chapter is.  I need someone to remind me what my outstanding stories are that people are waiting for.  It's gotten confusing.  Anyway, new update on Monday!  Hopefully.  - Majalis

Monday, July 2, 2012


Alright, another three WIP update, this time featuring the best thing in life: girls (trap-lovers need not apply).

This one's been floating in limbo for a while; what you see here is two superimposed versions since we haven't decided between them yet.  The finished picture is going to look wicked cool, yo (do we still say that?)  For now, here's a sneak peak at the crap unfinished version.  Again, you're welcome.

On the less worked-up side of things, we have a girl playing games in strict gamer fashion - feet and legs up where they shouldn't be, controller held wherever your arms end up at the time, on a misappropriated office chair so that you don't have to get up to go from console to PC.  All we need to add is linework, color, lighting, the controller itself, and like fifteen-hundred cans of soda, energy drinks and mountain dew and it'll be totally authentic.

And in the rendered-unfappable category, we have a cat guarding the goodies.  Let her sleep, you pervert.  - Majalis

Monday, June 25, 2012

Top Tush Tournament

Sooooo... we did a commission instead of finishing the two pictures we were supposed to finish.  Oops.  They'll be done real soon, though, promise.  For now, here's the picture, which was commissioned by the owner of the oxford guide to booty tumblr for their "Top Tush Tournament" and their "Caboose Cup," both of which might interest you if you're a connoisseur of derrieres.  For once, we'll show off some process:

So, yah.  You, too, can be the proud owner of a commissioned piece by us, in an alternate universe where we actually finish commissions (I believe it's Earth 616, if so, say hello Spider-Man for me while you're there)!  The next picture up will be the futa picture, and then the trap picture, with a full story.  - Majalis

Monday, June 18, 2012

Futa sketches

The trap picture is almost done, and following that, the picture after will very likely be... futa!  So, in the spirit of girls with cocks (chicks with dicks?  Chicas con penes?  Gals with phal(luse)s?) (Sluts with nuts?  Whores with more oh no now they're all offensive.) , let's have a look at a few old sketches with promise.   

It's a bit difficult to make out, but there's a succession of objects, particularly buttplugs, of increasing size laid out.  The story behind this one was a bookie that had a debtor way, way, in the red (which would be indicated on that book she's holding) who had to sit on said successive objects (which was indicated by the maid outfit in the background), which surreptitiously includes her own fat one (as indicated by the bottle of lube she's just dumped on it, and the fact that it's clearly a big dick.)  Unfortunately, the original sketch is huge, and we just never got around to finishing it because of the level of detail it involved, which is a shame, because it features A) feet, B) a futa with a big dick and C) a sight gag, three of the very best things, according to some.

This one is supposed to take place in a bar bathroom stall (shot from above, hence the perspective).  An unfortunately feminine patron tries to pick up a knockout, and ends up getting one in the butt in a bathroom stall (why does that sound so familiar?)  Yeah, this one remains unfinished because we ended up trodding on similar ground.  Both of these have fairly large story fragments for them, but, alas, it'll probably be a while before we see 'em finished.  New update Tuesday, probably.  - Majalis

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Thick Ladies

Alright, next finished picture is 75% done.  It's a trap!  Although, with forewarning, it's not a very good trap, is it?  (Still has a nice bum, though, so there's that).  For now, though, let's delve into a much bigger issue: stacked ladies.

There's a certain shape and aesthetic that we've been trying to perfect when it comes to ladies of the hourglass persuasion.  With something drawn, particularly in a semi-cartoonish style like ours, you can get away with a very bee-like shape (that is, a tiny waist and flared out hips, preferably with big melons of either the canteloupe or watermelon varieties, depending on your preference).  In practice, we've yet to really nail that vibe, although Little Miss Indignant  up there is a decent approximation, including that unbelievable arrogance that women born with a full house tend to have (just kidding; not sure why she's such a snooty fox!  Maybe she's proudly showing them off?)  One of the more amusing character tropes to associate with this body type is extreme shyness or naivety about sex.  After all, most people don't choose to have that kind of shape; it just sort of happens naturally, although plenty of women work for it (whether its really attainable or not).

We're much more successful with the pear-shaped girls.  Here's one with cum stopped in her butt.  Also an opportunity to show off  feet for a certain crowd (antique clock enthusiasts, I would guess).  So this one's a definite possibility.  We have a few nearly-finished pear shape girls, but one thing that ends up happening is that unnatural look, which can be appealing, but it can be nice to have a more natural, small-breast accentuated-hips/butt look as well, so we're striving for both ends of that spectrum, including the aforementioned wasp-like shape that can show up on hourglass figures as well.  On the psychological side, there's the endearing sensitivity (moe?) or embarrassment about being small in the chest, and either re-appropriated pride or additional shame at having a big butt (either weight-issues or how rears are considered more sexualized or carnal than tig bitties in pop culture).  As Queen said: fat-bottomed girls make the rockin' world go round.

The final shape for the curvy lady, "round" or apple shaped, also proves elusive.  Again, there are two aesthetics here, though they're not really competing for us.  There's the "cute girl, except cuter and more to love," which is a girl with notable chub without anything that really stands out as particularly "fat."  This is a challenge in our pseudo-animu style (or any animu style, really), as it can be hard to show off any features at all in that streamlined paradigm without making them seem exaggerated.  The other thing that an apple-girl might or might not have is a belly; not necessarily the kind of bump that makes strangers congratulate her, but just a round, soft belly area that enthusiasts for plus-sized ladies tend to enjoy.  A deeper belly button, if you will.  This one has a tendency to edge into "pregnant" territory, and the best way to show it's not pregnancy - that is, showing it 'crease' a bit, starts to run headlong into "fat" territory as well, so there's a morton's fork (for cake! Haha, fat jokes!) there.  This girl has a round, cute face, thick thighs, and an ample bosom, but she's actually approaching hourglass-plus in terms of shape.  C'est la vie.  - Majalis

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Here we go, some sketchwork.  First up, Jewel:

Another scene from Jewel x Kelshey, the dominionist elf suprecamist.  This one's a bit more subtle about
Jewel's trap status, and continues on with the "giving a blowjob" theme.

Jewel has a lot of comedy scenes, like this one, featuring her having problems fitting through a tight space because of her birthin' hips.

And finally something a little bit more hardcore, Jewel x Rotbrush, chief warrior of the trolls, although rough at this stage.  There's at least one sketch for every character so far, although a lot of them don't feature the character too prominently.   We'll try to work some of them up more.  For now, here's an unrelated funny:

This one's a socialite at some "family values" candidates' fund-raiser.  If it's difficult to make out in the sketch, they're a trap, because what else says "family values" candidate than plugging some boy's hole (literally)? - Majalis

Thursday, June 7, 2012


So today we have a short story and a quick picture for y'all.  Also going to update this blog with some more scattered sketches/Jewel soon, so a head's up on that.

The creatures of the forest were usually docile.  In the past, even though it was known to be a magical forest, it wasn’t considered dangerous by the local villages.  However, as of late, more and more adventurers had set upon the supernatural denizens of the forest with the intent to plunder and slay them.  Some were truly menaces to the nearby villages, who had asked adventurers to defeat them on their behalf, but others had been placid until agitated by these “righteous quests.”  Indeed, it became an endless cycle, with the forest steadily becoming less and less hospitable to anyone with the look of an adventurer.

It eventually became so much of a problem that even the village hunters and loggers would be attacked.  As raiding party after raiding party sought safety in numbers, the creatures of the forest became outright hostile to any men that dared set foot within.  While men without weapons or the look of an adventurer would be chased off unharmed, groups of men or anyone well-armed would be attacked viciously.  On the other end of the spectrum, women that went into the forest to hunt small game or pick fruits or flowers went unmolested.  And so, a young boy from the village hatched a plan for glory and bounty:  a plan that required his sister’s clothes, a few hair beads, and his own feminine looks.

The adventurers that had come from far and away had not done so to answer the villagers calls for help, although some found that wealth came easily to monster hunters.  Originally, they had come in search of jewels, artifacts, and ancient runes, hoarded away or inadvertently guarded by the monsters of the forest.  Now that the forest had become completely hostile, it was virtually impossible to go inside with the intent of looting it… unless you appeared to be a flower-picking schoolgirl, that is.

And so the boy entered the forest, wearing his sister’s clothes and his hair tied to the side, in the hopes of finding riches and treasures undefended.  He almost immediately came across a barghest, large and intimidating, but when it saw the frills of his skirt and the basket clutched in his small hands, it turned away, disinterested.  Indeed, creature after creature took note of him, including brownies, which jeered and catcalled and disappeared into the underbrush, dryads, which frolicked by a stream, and giggled as he passed, and a single satyr, stern-looking and majestic, which watched him from between two twin elms.  He worried that it was going to attack him, but as he walked by it, it smelled the air, and then grinned, before running off deeper into the forest.

The boy came to a still clearing.   At first, the sun shined brightly, but as he stepped out into the clearing, he noticed the sky slowly darkening.  When he looked to see what cloud or tree branch had covered over the sun, he saw instead a looming mass of writhing tentacles gathering overhead.  Before he could yell out, one wrapped around his leg from below and wrenched him into the air.

The tentacles stripped him of his clothes, and began to spread his cheeks apart, its intent clear.

“...w-wait!  I'm not a girl!”

The creature didn't care.  Within seconds it had forced his mouth open and had him sucking on a tentacle, and within seconds after that, it had burrowed a tentacle so far into his anus that he worried the two might touch.  His hands went limp when he realized there was nothing he could do to fight it, even as more and more of the tentacle wriggled itself into his bottom.  His bowels were unaccustomed to being forced open, but a tentacle was molesting them thoroughly regardless.  He was being anally violated, and the creature didn't seem to care that he was actually a boy.  In fact, it seemed not to understand it, as tentacles simply brushed "it" aside on their way to and fro, ignoring the dangling thing as if it didn't even matter.  Even if something salty dripped onto one of the tentacles, it wouldn't pay that peculiar fact any mind, if a tentacle can be said to have a mind of its own.  Eventually, after swinging back and forth with the motion for a while, it came to rest on one of the large, fat tentacles that likewise didn't seem to notice or care that something was laying on top of it, dribbling precum.

Tentacle after tentacle invaded his ass, molested it, and left behind a token of its affection in his bowels, still freshly steaming, until his stomach started to churn and his belly started to bloat.  Some tentacles weren't even that patient, instead choosing to share his aching hole with another tentacle, or even two, and his asshole had to stretch and distort to accommodate them.  The biggest tentacle bided its time, simply appearing now and again, or coiling around his body.  He knew it was going up his ass eventually, unless he was saved before it had a chance to.

He was also forced to suck tentacle after tentacle until their gooey conclusion.  Some of the fatter ones forced his jaw open wide, and felt like he was sucking on a horse.  Sometimes he let their slimy loads drip from his mouth, or spit them out, but he ended up swallowing just as much, having no choice after a tentacle continued to pulse in his mouth long after it'd run out of room. Several times the finish was so sudden and powerful that it shot out from his nose, or out his lips around the tentacle that had spawned it.  The worst tentacles went right down his throat and deposited it into his stomach manually, and his 'favorite' tentacles simply spit it all over his face.

After one tentacle finished and popped out of his rear-end, everything seemed to go still, and nothing replaced the anal obstruction… at first.  Soon, he saw an ominous thing: one of the tentacles was much larger than the others; likely, it was some kind of elder tentacle, or a really high level one.  There was no doubt it was the biggest, fattest tentacle there.  It slithered along under him, running down his body and under his dangly bits, as if it knew, before turning itself around and hovering by his recently vacated backdoor.

Several smaller tentacles rushed to its aide, pulling his cheeks aside so that the fat tentacle could properly reach his unfortunate asshole.  Lubricated and prepped by other tentacles of various sizes, he hoped it would be enough, but as the fat tentacle started to enter, he grit his teeth and his fingers seized up, and the only thing that kept him from cursing was another, less fat tentacle stuffed into his mouth.

He knew his ass would never go back to its original shape.  Well, unless by "shape" you meant "circular."  While some of the friendly "sharing" tentacles had tried their hardest to distort it this way and that, the fattest tentacle had undone all their hard work by simply stretching him the same in all directions, a few inches across.

His twig and berries that would have been dangling were instead sliding along the fat tentacle's underside.  Though the stimulation from his backdoor was more pain than anything, he was so overstimulated at that point that even that simple tentaclejob was going to be enough to set him off.   He resisted and resisted, but then he felt a sudden, tremendous pressure in his bowels, and realized that it was cumming in his ass.  The pressure was immense, and quickly relieved as it pulled out,  thus ending his 'tentaclejob,' but the last of that stimulation set him off.   The boy's ejaculate showered down into the mass of tentacles below, splatting several of them with the bulk of his sticky, airborne load.    The biggest tentacle's load bubbles out in a thick froth from his gaping asshole.  

Those tentacles that he showered seemed to recognize, at least, that they needed cleaning, and thus were quick to use the available cleaning holes to tidy up; namely, his ass and mouth.  After being forcefed (and buggered with) his own semen, the salty taste in his mouth permeating after one tentacle that had clearly been covered in his jizz invaded his mouth, he realized something: his semen tasted awful.  And after that tentacle helpfully washed the taste out of his mouth... with its own, snot-like briny goopy gook, he came to another realization.

This sucked.


In the end, the tentacles proved... gentle... enough, and when the last of them popped out of his mouth and forever-ruined anus, he was otherwise unharmed.  The tentacles had filled him like a jelly-filled donut, and his belly was bloated and distended with tentacle "soup," and he got about three steps before it gurgled, and he squatted to relieve himself of as much of slime as he could.  He wiped his face with the torn tatters of his clothing, and walked on unsteady legs as far away as they would take him.

Friday, June 1, 2012

Jewel (Kelshey)

Gonna try to get the blog back on schedule.  First, as we posted on HF, we've finished one of our old Jewel pictures (for more of Jewel, scroll down).  We have other finished Jewel pictures, but they need some editing, and we don't want to bore you guys by overexposing this character (particularly when so many of you are looking out for more of, say, Raquel).

This one features (in a small part) Kelshey, the Prince of Elves, one of Jewel's suitors, whose favorite past-time re: Jewel is haughty denigration.  It's entirely possible that he's just gloating about the fact that he finally met a human male more effete than he.  Not entirely finished with his portion of the story yet, but we will say that it's full of over-the-top humiliation rhetoric, but unfortunately light on the bestial, monster-bangin' aspects of the Jewel metastory.  If the blog were more popular as is, we'd have a poll or something to find out which 'suitor' people want to see with Jewel.

Monday, May 28, 2012

- Chastity -

Update!  Here's your picture:

A bootyful, blasphemous backshot of a plentifully-plugged praying parishioner.  She's got some kind of anal chastity device that appears to be church-endorsed, and some similarly adorned vag-tape.   I would make some kind of "holy" joke but I'm pretty sure that alliteration up there has already filled my overindulgence quota for the forever.

Next picture up (later this week) is going to be a trap.  Might be Jewel, might be tentacles, might be a sea monster.  We do pretty diverse stuff: traps having sex with all kinds of fictional creatures!  And various heavyset robot girls.  We've got all the bases covered.

- Majalis

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Just a little mini-post, full update on Monday.  Never got around to posting the part 2 to this entry on hentai-foundry.  Wanted to work on it more, but that never happened.   Well, at least you blog followers get to see it! :D

Friday, May 25, 2012

Trap sketches

Sorry we haven't updated for a while!  Should be back to normal starting now.  Keep an eye out on Hentai-Foundry for our next piece, it'll be up Monday.   As recompense, here's a few trap works:

A bit hard to see with the background, but this is one idea we've wanted to do for a while: a reluctant trap waitress with a peacock tail.  Affixed in place in the very best way: up the butt, of course.

Meanwhile, in regards to the other end, we have this piece, which has an equivalent amount of subtlety.  This is another one we've wanted to do for a while, if only because it so perfectly captures that "wide-eyed terror" aesthetic.  That look only gets more appropriate if you consider that the implied oral in question might very well be foreplay.  And speaking of foreplay...

Here's another thick robot girl!  Because we know exactly what you come here for. - Majalis

Monday, May 7, 2012

Ugh, we're both really busy.  We should be free to work more in two weeks or so.  But, here's the character intro we promised... we've put off debuting them for a long time (all of these pictures are fairly old), because they have incredibly exaggerated proportions, but we're sure someone will like this sort of thing.

This is Jewel.  The backstory (heh, backstory) for "her" is that after being caught trying to steal the famed Jewel of Ironia, her sentence was to be enlisted in a form of "community service."  While prostitution is illegal in Ironia, Ironia's laws (and protections) don't apply to the non-human residents of the surrounding countryside, leaving a certain loophole open.  The kind of "loophole" that one could squeeze through with a liberal application of melted butter.  A poophole loophole, if you will. 

This was the initial sketch for Jewel, an auction of sorts, with Jewel going to the highest bidder for a night of beastly uncomfortable violation.  This sketch has been worked up since then, to better reflect the demi-humans as we've imagined them.  The full list, not all featured here, is: Troll, Ogre, Treant, Dragon, Elf,
Centaur, Wolfman, Merman, Slime, Succubus.  

Our by-now familiar spin on the dragon and the damsel illustrates one such possible encounter.  The heroic rogue that rescues the damsel is, in this example, an illusion; a reflection in the water of our heroine in a time before her change in occupation. 


So, yeah.  - Majalis