Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Raquel - Outside

New Raquel picture, with a shallow shot, a deepthroat, and the gooey finish that follows.  New Raquel chapter should be up soon.  :D






- Majalis

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Frustrated



Another reluctant G4P prostitute engaged in some eye-rolling, "pussy"-pounding action, while wearing enough eye make-up to paint a mural with, earning it the hard way.  We want to do a before and after with this picture; not enough of our traps have been shown en homme aside from Jewel, methinks.  Speaking of Jewel, her next chapter is nearly done; Raquel's chapter is still a ways off.  We're doing commissions again so expect to see some of those, and expect to see a few more updates on our other blog soon.  In fact, there's an update up right now!  WHAT A COINCIDENCE!


- Majalis


Sunday, September 15, 2013

Diamond, Hold Up, Naga, Double Stuck

Bit of a backlog of pictures to post up, so here they are.


Cock-addicted trap prostitute gets double teamed in an alleyway.


A futa demoness plowing a trap while nearly smothering him with her boobs.


A futa naga butt-fucking a trap while totally smothering him with her boobs.  Pattern?


This one's probably one of my favorites.  I'll probably put up the story that goes with it in a later blog post.  Just a busty, blue-haired, big-bottomed bespectacled beauty being butt-blasted and belly-bloated by a big, bowel-busting baby-bumper, as god intended.  Her legs spread, her shitter spread, her bowels distended by fresh nut while her tight anal ring is taut around a throbbing, pulsing cock.  each twitch filling up her belly with more warm, thick, misdirected splooge, as she grits her teeth and closes her eyes to endure the sensation.  Actually, one of the details that I like best is her arm up on the tank, in a relaxed position, like she got comfortable up on the toilet while she engaged in her business.  Two people ass-fucking casually.  Simple and elegant.

Next post we'll put up some more WIP.  Hopefully sooner rather than later.
- Majalis     

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Various (and new blog debut!)

First things first:  we now have a place to post our scat artwork.  Here's the link to our new, other blog that you definitely should NOT click on unless you like seeing artwork of girls poopin'.  Just saying.  That'd be silly.  There's probably going to be a good amount up there pretty quick, so if that's your thing, you might wanna bookmark it.

New picture going up Monday, and soon thereafter a Raquel chapter.  Still working on the Jewel chapter.  If anyone wants us to keep their commission in mind, just send us an email and we'll try to get you s'more.  :D

Now, here's a bunch of sketches!  We have a few almost done pieces, but since they're almost done anyway, ya'll just have to wait. :o





Trap/Girl getting it in the butt (undecided).  WHOA BOY, BIG SHOCKER.  So, I actually really like this sketch, and will probably work on a story for it as it grows as a picture, as bare-bones as it is.  It's probably going to be consensual (or mostly consensual, however that works), because we're trying to get more lovin' action in.  Unfortunately, if we do end up making it female, that won't help our image as man-hating harpies, but what can ya do?

Might write a story for this one if we keep working on it.  Always wanted to write a schlocky sex story in the old B-movie vein about the "Queen of Space" coming to Earth and wanting to know more about the way hu-mans do the sexy stuff.  Probably in the butt.  It's in the butt, right?


Trap (although you can't tell yet) bunny boy bent over and... right up the boy cooter!  This is a running theme for us (bunnies, not traps, that's just obvious).


And on the other side of the "not actually a rodent" spectrum, we've got this batboy doing as bats do.  We occasionally dip into furry territory, but never for too long.  After all, we can't stop here, this is bat country.


Lost his car keys.
- Majalis

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Vampire Catamite (WIP)


Hey all, got some more pictures we're gonna post up soon.  We figure what we'll do with the blog is we'll post up pictures that don't have a story finished yet so we can at least get one half of that machine greased up.  This one'll be a short one, and the previous entry should be getting a longer one.  The Raquel chapter is almost done, and there's a few others that are waiting on half-finished pictures.

*SCAT WARNING WARNING, DO NOT READ THE FOLLOWING*

On an unrelated note, and one that we'll probably going to bring up on HF as well: we have a lot of scat content.  Like, just oodles of it, both picture-wise (although most are in sketch or lineart form), and story-wise.  We've been trying to figure out what to do with it for a while, and we've finally decided.  We've decided that we have no fucking idea what to do with it, and that's not going to change on its own anytime soon through... magic. See, as weird as most of our stuff is, we consider it... tame. And if you're the type of person that likes traps and/or futa and/or newhalfs and/or anything butt and/or non-con, you probably feel the same way.   And while we're not exactly sensitive to the "not boner or ladyboner killing" needs of someone whose boner or ladyboner is killed by cock, we know that stuff like scat content can make most everyone a little limper at best, and a lot nauseous at worst, so we don't want to randomly throw up that kind of stuff on our blog or HF and have people stumble into it and ruin their Friday night, which necessitates some amount of ghettoization of that genre.  It just occurred to me as I was writing this that I could just, duh, make another blog, and that's one possible solution.  Other solutions exist in the minds of those perverts reading this who have avoided the above warning and instruction because this is their jive.  You, in other words.  And so the question is: where should we put our scat?  Pictures.  Like, in a toilet, obviously, but this is specifically referring to pictures in which 'toilet' is only one exciting possibility.  Where should those pictures exist, aside from cluttering up our harddrive with more stuff that some poor FBI intern is going to have to sift through one way?

For those wondering what [i]kind[/i] of scat content we're talking about, it's possibly not what you're thinking.  What you might be expecting is that it's sanitized (not 'messy') and comical, like most of our stuff, which would be correct.  The majority of it, however, is not female-on-male femdom, and in fact rarely is, or involves traps of any kind.  Its about equal parts accidental-relieving-in-something and intentional-relieving-in-something, where 'something' is equal parts containers/clothing and, you know, someone's mouth.  So, fair warning.

*END SCAT WARNING WARNING, DO NOT HAVE READ THE PRECEDING* 

With that said, I am going to bury this post with other posts soon enough, but feel free to weigh in on the comments about it here anytime.  Oh, and if you can't because you don't have a blogger account, but do have/can make a HF account, I'm reposting this on our page on HF's blog.

- Majalis

Monday, July 8, 2013

Face



>< - Majalis

For someone's birthday?

Friday, July 5, 2013

Three Trap Sketches





We've been working on a lot of stuff lately, and there's a few pictures that are near finished, as is the usual state of things.  This is tip of the iceberg when it comes to sketches.   There's a new Jewel chapter up for those that missed it, and there'll be a new Raquel chapter up as well sometime soon.  - Majalis

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Cave Troll

A commission featuring a cave troll from LOTR shoving a big troll cock down the throat of a girl.  There may possibly be a story write up at some point, but for now, have the normal and x-ray version!




More up soon!  Although warning, it might be... weird stuff.

- Majalis

Monday, June 17, 2013

Poltergeist



They wanted to find proof of the spectre of Kernhill Manor before they arrived at the fated house on the hill, and hoped it was all superstition and fairy tales after.  But they’d be laughed at if they didn’t at least spend the night in the old abandoned manse, and there was nothing worse than being laughed at (spoilers: that’s foreshadowing).  Carefully, they tiptoed through the empty, drafty halls of the once beautiful centuries-old house, its twisting hallways a labyrinth of doors leading to dark rooms or other halls or empty closets.   They were looking for the place where, when lightning struck, there was often seen a silhouette cast in the window, the tower where the last master of the house was thought to have kept his mistress.   When they finally found it, they climbed its spiral stairs with trepidation, not knowing what to expect.  A heavy wooden door with an iron keyhole met them at the top, and with a steadily beating heart, they pushed it open, finding it unlocked, yet still feeling as if it was never meant to be opened.  Inside the room, illuminated only by moonlight, they saw a ornate furniture, including two chairs before and after a wooden table under a dusty tablecloth and dusty glassware, a quaint, if large, old fireplace, and a simple bed with sheets and pillows.  After convincing themselves that there was nothing in the room that seemed dangerous, like weakened floorboards or knife-wielding maniacs, they shook the dust out of the sheets and quietly undressed.  Having forgotten to bring nightwear, they slipped under the sheets, long, pale naked legs trying to find warmth and comfort between the bedspread and the thin silk sheet.    Everything was silent and still, and it didn’t take long in the dark of the room for them to find sleep.
The wind outside howled as ‘she’ twisted and turned in ‘her’ sleep, the intruder plagued by visions from the past, until  they came to be lying face down, the sheet barely draped over their pale, naked frame, partially covering  their prominent, curvaceous rear. 
The door rattled on its hinges, and then the phantom sound of it clicking shut echoed throughout the otherwise silent, cold room.  An impossible breeze whipped the air across exposed, naked skin, and the ghost-seeker found themselves groggily waking from sleep due to a sudden, unexplained biological desire. 
He felt a pretty big need to visit the washroom... more than he ever had before.  It wasn't a particularly immediate concern, but it was, by sheer enormity, urgent.  It became considerably more urgent a second later, when he felt something starting to give, so he pushed himself off of the mattress, only to suddenly find his face forced back into the pillow, and the pressure in his bowels grow even more intense, even though it no longer felt like the presence there was going [i]out[/i].
He could sense a presence in the room... but he couldn't see anyone in his limited field of vision.  There was no one else weighing down the bed... but where he felt the presence [i]strongest[/i] was something he didn't want to put in his journal.
                The oppressive presence began to weigh down on him, and the uncomfortable pressure in his bowels grew more… well, big, and his bemused panic overruled his frozen terror as he pushed up in an attempt to rise, only to feel something force his surprised face into the pillow, as clear evidence of a supernatural interaction as one could get, but he found himself less excited about that prospect when the ghostly presence was putting most of the proof of the beyond up his rear. 
He couldn't raise; every time he tried to, some force pushed him onto the bed, his face into the pillow.  Some unseen presence was holding him down... and something was holding open his asshole.  Something [i]wide[/i].  He didn’t like to imagine that the gap between this world and the next was his tight, but stretchable, sphincter.   It wasn't just stretching open his anal walls, either... he realized, to his horror, that when he tried to squeeze his beleagured rings closed, he felt something... there, holding them opened.  This, in spite of his cheeks being pressed firmly together.  Deeper and deeper it opened his chute, feeling very, very tangible, his eyes going wide as his colon protested, his own muffled protests reverberating into the soft pillow, capturing his warm breath in the cold, icy atmosphere.  His stomach churned as the fat presence pulsed in his colon, his starfish spread wide by what appeared to be nothing at all.
He also couldn’t cry out for help, although it would have made little difference.  His defiant muffled “mmmngh” moans were partially drowned out by the wind, and even if a call for help would have carried further, there wasn’t another living soul in the house or even on the hill.  He was alone in the tower, save for the spirit avenging the intrusion with an intrusion of its own, reliving the memory of a mistress past in a quite eye-opening experience.
                A demonic voice spoke and sent a chill down his spine.
"...tight..."
                Before he could even understand the otherworldly speech, the presence withdrew entirely from his gut, much to his relief.  He was less than relieved a moment later when it filled and stretched his rectum once more, a soundless moan of surprise caught in his lips.  He gripped the sheets as he was pinned to the bed and invaded repeatedly by something not of this world that felt very similar to something very much of this world.  The bed began to creak, sounding less like a ghostly apparition and more like what a master bedroom should sound like.   Finally, he knew for certain what he’d feared to begin with: he was being attacked by a poltergheist, and a [i]horny[/i] one at that.
He took blow after blow, some invisible presence slamming into his springy cheeks, invading his hole.  The boy's eyes rolled up as the demonic presence stretched it open without remorse.
"Oh, that's a good girl... be daddy's little slut..."
                He tried to exclaim that he wasn’t, in fact, a girl, or an eager slut, despite what appearances suggested, but he couldn’t get a word out through the pillow.
The shutters rattled and the floorboards creaked, a heavy breeze flowing through the room that was sourceless and unyielding.   With each phantasmal thrust, the wall above the room’s fireplace bulged unnaturally, an empathic poltergeist-action the symbolism of which was not lost on the boy.  The whole house shook with each chimney stretching shockwave, the very bricks themselves forced outwards by the ghostly penetration, the glassware shattering on the floor as it fell from the rumbling table.
The intensity of the otherworldly lust was making the boy cross-eyed with feeling.   If the ghostly presence would have been aware that, in the course of getting its after-life thrills, it was inadvertently exerting a crushing pressure on its victim's formerly untouched prostate, it might have exhibited more caution in the way that it filled 'her' rectum with its massive ghostly "presence", or quit the possession entirely, instead of vigorously mimicking its former mortal desires with such enthusiasm and fullness in each stroke, filling the androgyn beauty with each fast-paced assault on their exposed, beleagured bottom, unintentionally slamming into and sliding over a button that the raven-haired, white-skinned youth had previously, in their undisturbed dreams, did not know existed.
With each wall-rattling, bed-bouncing paranormal invasion, the pinned-down, ghost-buggered youth eyes got wider and wider, increasingly not because of the shock of being anally violated, but the shock of discovering that such a thing was threatening to cause the same result as the chaste youth's somewhat infrequent nightly dreams: namely, a wet, sticky spot on the sheets.
Gripping tightly onto the sheets and biting tight-lipped their pillow, the youth tried to defy such an absurd thing from happening, but their smooth body rubbing against the silk sheets and the intense simulation from the rear proved to be too much, and the wide-eyed youth balled their sheet-clasping fingers into fists as the wetness between them and the bed grew in size and warmth, a sticky web of lust that coated their stomach and thighs, their hidden-from-view malehood twitching with confounded excitement as they were filled from behind.
A white deluge burst forth from the fireplace at the same time that the intruder felt a new intrusion, their bowels flooded by a sticky simulacra of a similar nature, their stomach filled near-instantly with a peculiar sort of ectoplasm.
And just like that, the ghostly presence vanished.  Although, the pregnant-feeling belly and sore shithole remained.

He lay face-down on the bed, utterly exhausted and humiliated, on a mysterious wet, sticky spot.   He'd learned two things about the famous ghost; it was unquestionably male, and had at least one very human desire, which he'd just unwittingly satisfied.  



- Majalis

Friday, May 17, 2013

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Pool


Pin-up style picture of a girl at the pool.  :D

There was supposed to be a bubblegum... thing going on here.  Here's a bit of the storyboard:



- Majalis

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Trap Bent Over

Haven't finished it yet, but this is a WIP we've had for a while.  On Monday, we should be putting up a new finished pic, as well.  This one's a "damsel" that's been "rescued" from "bandits" by a brave knight-errant, and "she" is showing him her appreciation.


- Majalis

Monday, February 18, 2013

Merrybelle the Succubus (from "Jewel")

New Jewel Chapter (featuring Jamar the Wolfman Prince) up on HF!

This is another character from that story, the Succubus Queen, Merrybelle, and we'll put up her de-futafied version soon.




- Majalis

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Thursday, January 31, 2013

Troja - Digital Girl


Troja - Digital Girl (Click for Enlarge)


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-*-Beginning Webcam Broadcast-*-

Log:
{Subject likes "painal" videos and argues on the internet about how women really like it, etc. etc.}

{Surveillance revealed subject utilizes pornographic material between 01:00 and 03:00}

{Subject's keyboard is sticky}

{Subject downloaded trojan real_college_coed_gets_suprise_anally_destroyed_hidden_camera.avi.exe}

{Executed trojan file}

Being used to a billion cycles a second, the non-virtual world appeared to her as if it stood still, everything happening so slowly that she had time to observe each and every heartbeat as if it were movement of the tectonic plates.  So when she emerged from the monitor like Samara from the Ring, with long, dark, stringy hair, she was greeted not by the horrified face of her victim, as Samara would, but by the dull vacant stare of a bored internet masturbator at two in the morning, eyes glazed over and penis ambivalently in hand.  He was already mostly naked, but she didn't mind; so was she.  She spilled out onto his lap, supported her weight on his thighs and gave his unaware mouth a kiss, but he didn't respond, as it would still be minutes if not hours from her perspective before the realization that something had happened would appear on his face.  Right now, he was still watching a busty co-ed "forced" to take a gangbang solely up the butt, and his disappointment that the video wasn't as authentic as advertised was the only expression he wore.  "Meh," he was in the process of thinking to himself, "she's barely getting anally destroyed at all."

The girl that emerged from his computer monitor would have given him a much more animated reaction, if he had time to perceive it.  Not only was she gorgeous, and full-bodied, but she was wearing nothing but underwear, none of which was doing an admirable job of hiding her goody parts.  Her breasts were barely contained in an undersized blue sports bra, and her naughty bits were precipitously constrained by a blue thong, the fabric of which was stretched beyond reason by a peculiar, out of place package that bulged out awkwardly even now, when Troja’s flesh and blood body hadn’t had time to catch up to her arousal.  Just a limp noodle and two full grapefruits stuffed into a form-fitting undergarment.

Her feet finally came to rest on the floor between his legs, and she saw that he wasn’t bad-looking.  A little scrawny in some places, and a little chubby in others, but with a fresh haircut and a good attitude, he could be a very lucky boy.  At the moment, however, she knew that he happened to be a very [i]unlucky[/i] boy, as his cute face, his bitter demeanor and his lazy, fat bottom put him squarely in Troja’s type, which made her panties even less capable of containing her rapidly expanding desire.  As a sentient computer virus, Troja’s job was usually boring, floating around on the internet, trying to detect a potential target… but it was times like these that made her job so much fun, and so very easy.  She licked her lips, and then bent over to kiss his again.  She looked down at his cock in his hand, and reached down to pry his grip off.  It was always an odd sensation, interacting with a real human… his fingers were powerless as she pried them off, one by one, and then brought his finger up to her mouth and sucked on it.  By that point, she was [b]very[/b] happy to see him, and if he had been able to perceive her, he could have looked past her face, down at her underwear, to see that her long, hard cock had almost completely escaped.

“I hope you made some... heh, [i]room[/i] in your... busy schedule of being a prick on the internet for our appointment,” she said to him, although he couldn’t hear her. 

She turned around, giving him a full view of her rear, albeit at the same time nearly knocking his keyboard off of his desk with her wang.  She caught it, and then displayed on the screen his… collection.

“Let's see... Bottomless Bottoms, Painal Colony 3 and 4...  Buttfucked in Bangkok... Bust My Butthole or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Buttbomb... I'm sensing a pattern.  Oh, what's this... Blownout Butts 5, 8, and 10... Gaping Sluts 1 through... 12... hrm.  Answer me honestly - would you bust open a girl's asshole if you got the chance?” she said, turning to him, and putting her hand on the back of his head so that he ‘nodded’ up and down. “Yeah, thought so.  Me too.  Which is why we've got to get you into your new outfit.  You look like you'll make a cute girl.”

She reached her arms back into the computer, rummaged around a bit, and then pulled out a pink garter belt and matching stockings. 

“I would get a training bra, too, but I don’t think anyone will see it.”

Unbeknownst to him, she hoisted him up and over to his bed, wiggling his underwear off of his ankles so that he was completely naked.  She pulled the garter belt up over his hips, then pulled on each stocking and clipped it to the garter.   Her own underwear could no longer contain her, so she ripped it off at her hip, discarding it on his bed, as it was completely superfluous for what she needed to do.

She pulled him off the bed and onto his knees, and bent him over it.  She made sure he supported himself on his elbows, and then gave him a light little slap on his tush.

“I know what you’re thinking.  We’re not compatible, right?  Silly boys like you always seem to forget you have a perfectly usable port… well, not perfect, but good enough for me.  I don’t mind a little packet loss.  I plan on losing a pretty big packet in there, actually.”

She positioned herself behind him and used her thumbs to spread his cheeks apart, exposing his pink little hole.

“And what a pretty little port it is.  Prepare for docking, boyo,” she said.  She pressed her lips against it in a kiss, with both of her hands on his butt, and then pushed her tongue inside.   Her massive digit thumped into his as she rummaged through his backside, knowing he couldn’t feel it… yet.  Deciding she’d had her fill of him, and wanting to get to the good part, she stood up, spread her legs, and positioned her huge cock up against his virtual spit-lubed butthole.  “Requesting access to serverSocket.  Hope it’s not busy.”

She gripped onto his hips, pulled his ass back, and pushed hers forward.  It seemed like she was exploiting a glitch in the real world itself, managing to cram her massive meat into his tiny puckered virgin hole.

“No password?  That’s not very secure.  I thought I was going to have to at least spoof my access ID, but as it is, anyone could access your asshole.  Or is that by design?  Well, I suppose that way is very convenient for the end-user…”

She had, on a few occasions, helped someone live out the "painal" fantasy, which involved changing the value of her penisGirth variable prior to calling penetrate(),  but she had different plans for the boy, and it didn't seem fair to double dose.  Instead, as she buried her rod deeper in the boy's colon, she also pumped it thicker and thicker.  The boy didn't seem to mind, which made sense.  After all, he did like it when buttholes were stretched open wide by an act of rough anal sex, right?

“Hey, you like watching an o-ring get all stretched out, right?”  Again, she tipped his head backwards and forwards.  “Then boy, are you gonna enjoy seeing the aftermath of [i]this.[/i]”

She shook her hips side to side, stretching him wider and wider.  Her anal muscles were, of course, reluctant, but with each horizontal movement she made his love tunnel stretched and warped, his walls clinging to her.

Even though he couldn’t hear, one of her  favorite things about being out in the real world was dirty pillow talk.  Although she wasn’t exactly coded for it.  “Be honest, do you extend slut, or do you just implement the interface?  I’ve gotta say, I’m a big fan of your takeAnal(Cock otherCock) routine.  This implementation is… robust.”

She crammed it in deep so that their bodies were together, bloated her cock as much as it would go, and swiveled her hips around.  She could [i]hear[/i] his anus stretching.

“I’m not gonna encrypt it.  You have quite the fun tunnel, kid.  Sorry, [i]had[/i]. setAnalCircumference(getAnalCircumference() + 10);   We’re talking about a wide bus, here.  No… mmguh… performance bottlenecks anymore…”

She continued to pound it in and out with reckless abandon, having shaped it well enough that such a fucking was possible, although the prolonged reaming was making it even easier and easier.

“I have to apologize… to anyone else that planned on editing this code… I’m doing a very sloppy job here.  Maintenance is going to be… difficult.”

           Troja worked his ass open for a few of her nano-second minutes, then worked his ass OPEN with a capital O for a few minutes more, during which her digital payload sloshed around in her overly full balls, filling her with an urge to get her own reward, to fill his hole with all of her data, a few warm, sticky petabytes of it.  She spent so long on the internet all pent up that she'd saved up a veritable unsigned long-full of the stuff.  She was nearly there... but was having a hard time buffering.

“I’m gonna overflow... tighten up!  Ooh… if only I could do this at run-time…”

Of course, any physiological response that would make him tighten up would take too long for her purposes, so she cleverly pulled his cheek to one side while pulling her cock to the other so that she could use his sphincter, his one remaining tight ring, to masturbate it out of her.  She’d done such a number on his butthole that even for her bloated cock it was too loose to use otherwise;  even if she fully thrust her shaft up into it, it would barely offer any resistance at all, like the most battleworn, turned-out sluttiest pussy.   While it still felt good to bury it balls-deep in his shithole, it no longer offered enough sensation for her resolve her routine gracefully… and she wasn’t about to return to the virtual world with real blue balls.  Besides, what fun was it to ream a boy’s funhole so comically large that it looked like you’d fisted him, if you didn’t also fill that newly-mined quarry up with a surprise semen load?  So she continued to pull his cheek aside and rub it against his wall as best she could, gripping firmly onto his round white mound as she did, utterly ignoring the genitals dangling just underneath.  She wiggled her cock in his gaping chasm so that it stuck to the walls and she felt the subtle contractions and pulses of a ruined rectum, and even squeezed his cheeks together to try and make it tighter, but the only thing that worked was to rub one out against the side of his colon, so she put her hand on his rear and pulled it this way and that while gently rubbing against his sore wall until, finally, she blasted it up his newly-clogged plumbing, her tiny twitches and jerks filling up his stretched out tunnel with the gooey contents of her balls.

Her cock plugged his hole, even as the cum began to backwash, his makeshift pussy simply unable to compensate for the amount of semen invading it from the wrong direction.

“Upload… complete.”

On some occasions, the moment where she finished her punishment was a relatively calm one, as her heart returned to its resting rate, and she uttered a refreshed "ah," and as their violated hole relinquished her post-spewing cock with a small, barely perceptible sound, so that it constricted and puckered and kissed its gift-giver, snapping shut to keep the fresh, boiling, sticky load inside.

And with that perverse kiss a single strand of cum would connect their reddened dumper with the tip of her cock, the only visible indication that they'd just been buggered, the full extent of their buggery hidden within their bowels.  She'd even left a few to puzzle out once she'd finished.  The ass-to-mouth enthusiasts seemed to figure out the fastest, on such occasions where she snuck off.

This was not such an occasion.

She pulled out at a steady pace to a wet, schlorpy sound, and the boy's hole greedily held on to it, so that when she had fully withdrawn it, it popped like a champagne cork.

She'd so vigorously crammed it in this boy's shitter that his anus was now comically agape, making it quite obvious that he'd just received a thorough booty penetration.

She noted with a sort of sadness that the webcam wouldn’t be able to pick up her movements any more than he could, maybe her entire performance would appear a single-frame blur if anything.  As she reclined next to him, a trail of cum leading from the tip of her sticky, deflating phallus into the gaping chasm that was his wrecked rectal region.  And then, she synced up her mental cycles with the typical pace of the non-virtual world.

His eyes went wide as saucers, although not as nearly as wide as his brown eye had been stretched.  The last thing he remembered, an incredibly hot woman had appeared on his computer screen.  Now, he was...

He took it in all at once.  He was naked, and his hair was up, and he was bent over the edge of his bed, knock-kneed, his butt in the air, and his asshole felt... oh no...

He felt the cool breeze between his cheeks, and then the burning on his hole, and for a second, he thought something was inside of it...  and he was close, as something had just been inside of it.   He smelled the sex in the air and felt someone lean against him, and that's when he realized how open his butt felt...

He stomach gurgled, and he felt like he had to go... but he couldn't understand why his butt felt like it did.  Instead, he just sat there and was utterly perplexed as his anus gaped and winked like a mare in heat.

"Oho, look at that face.  Someone didn't expect to get a pongo in the bongo.  Or some spooger in the pooger. Well, your pussy's as good as any other.  And, oof, boyo, let me tell you, I needed that."

He definitely felt something wet and sticky dripping out of his hole, and it definitely didn’t feel like it belonged there.

"Oof, what an upload. Yep, I flung goo up there.  Sorry kiddo.  No shithole deserves that. Relax, I don't have any malware. I just didn't have a firewall."

He couldn’t figure out what she was saying, but when he looked over and saw her massive, dripping cock, he nearly fainted.  His eyes followed a single strand of cum as it connected to some unseen place… which he realized was in his digestive tract.

"Keep it - a gift from me to you, free of charge.  You earned it, you saucy little tart.   You and your tight little fuckhole," she said, leaning forward to see her handiwork.   "Speaking of... whoa!  There's a well-used pussy if I've ever seen one.  And trust me, since I travel around the internet on porn, I've seen a lot of well-used pussies.  And plenty of badly-used ones, too.  I should leave a few bitcoins in there for a tip. I hope you don't feel too violated.   You [i]look[/i] violated enough as is.  There should be a law against what I just did to your butthole."

It was a wider gape than normally showed up in those videos, and the insides were all painted white.  A few dozen loads were probably let fly when she revealed his fucked-open-wide hole to the viewers at home.

“Quite the cave you got there, girly.  Pretty flooded, too.  You could see I had a good time.  Hotdog in a hallway comes to mind...  I can see someone's not gonna be constipated for a while. Try and close it,” she said, and whether through shock or a genuine inability, he only winked it closed slightly. “Ooh...  not happening. This is why you should be more careful in your… browsing practices.  I got to blow my load in a cramped place, and you got a busted asshole.  Raw deal, kiddo,” she said, and he couldn’t even parse the words.  "Relax, I preserved your virginity.  Preserved the fuck out of it... kind of rough for your first time to be in your shithole, though."

They were both silent for a moment, and then a glob of cum dislodged and started to drip onto the floor.

“Look at it dripping out... you are SO full of spunk. Well, thanks for letting me spit my slime in your gaper, kiddo.”

With time stopped for him, he wasn't aware that he lost his anal virginity in between a heartbeat, but he was more than aware of it now.  His stomach churned and rumbled… and then the air that had been trapped inside escaped, blowing a sticky spiderweb all over the floor, and the webcam, coating it with a white film that all but ended the stream.

With that, she stood up, walked over to the computer, and gave him a short wave goodbye before bending over, giving him a full view of her behind, and her dangling cock, and putting her arm through the screen.   She disappeared into it with a flash... and he sat still in his room, silent, utterly bewildered, her cum bubbling out of his gaping asshole, her torn panties still on his bed.
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Lot of object-oriented language going on here, but she’s definitely not coded in Java, since her extension is .exe.  Then again, that’s not the only weird extension she has.  Heyo!  - Majalis

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Yuki-onna

One possible explanation for paradoxical undressing.


More trap stuff coming up soon.  - Majalis

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Shades of Alexus

New Jewel chapter (2) is up.  Here's a few different shades of Black!Alexus, the original, as well as White!Alexus for completion's sake.


For those wondering, here's what Alexus looked like while we were in the development process:


Send your angry comments/secret multiracial desires to majalis.patreon@gmail.com.  - Majalis

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Alexus (Backshot)

So here's the next Alexus picture... with Schrodinger's genitals (and boobs).  Take your pick:

Girl!Alexus:


Trap!Alexus: 




Futa!Alexus









Jewel should be updated soon.   - Majalis


Friday, January 4, 2013

New Jewel

The first chapter of Jewel (one of our fantasy trap characters) is finally up!  -> Jewel (Chapter 1)

Here's some concept art of Jewel: