"Cover" page for October's Rewarding Awesome Rangers series ( Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 ) which was massive amounts of fun to work on with We're All Mad Here writing "Daze Diary" to accompany each pic! There's also a cheeky sequel paint to AHMT #275(b) - Aly by the pond (stream paint 4k) with Aly having herself some reckless fun.
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Beasts of the Known Galaxy series also features Daze's (the curvy elf gal) diaries as she writes her intergalatic bestiary. Legendary legend We're All Mad Here writes these and I am supremely grateful for all this work and assistance!
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The planet of Bast-3 has long been listed as “forbidden” for general visitation. In the interests of science, Raven and I made use of one of her illicit contacts to make a landing all the same.
There are many stories of the natives of Bast-3. Specifically, tales of a matriarchal, if not almost exclusively female, culture of warrior felinoids. Raven calls them “catazons”. How droll.
With this log entry, I must report that those stories are, if anything, understated.
We’d not been on the planet more than twenty minutes when we found ourselves surrounded by a force of local warriors. While Raven presented an admirable challenge to their martial prowess, I fear I proved to be nothing more than a hindrance. One of their warriors quickly subdued me, forcing Raven to submit as well. Our captors wasted no time in disarming Raven and securing us most thoroughly.
It was moments later that we were led by a leash, as though we were mere chattel. Of the two of us, Raven fared worse. She was secured so thoroughly, I wondered how she could walk.
All the while, our captors spoke of their plans for us. My scientific curiosity was aroused in speculation of what lie ahead.
Yes, my scientific curiosity. What did you think I was talking about?
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Our “catazon” captors took us back to some nearby ruins. There, we underwent a subsequent inspection of our persons for hidden weapons and contraband was a tad invasive and quite thorough.
True to their feline nature, they delighted in torment. The inspection of our bodies, for example, included a surprising knowledge of human and dokkenaelven thresholds for orga…um… perhaps this isn’t necessary in this log entry.
Anyway…
Our captors then argued among themselves as to who may place a claim upon the two of us as their personal property. As I understood matters, they intended to submit us to ceremonial pleasure rituals.
The scientist in me felt a thrill! This was an opportunity to study their culture in an unprecedented manner!
Alas, Raven felt it important to remind me that such playthings will be quite occupied and not normally allowed to take notes and make recordings, what with the inevitable bondage and excessive physical stimulation.
Yes, she was gagged. It’s amazing what my companion can communicate through a gag.
Anyway, my companion underestimated my powers of scientific recall. In her vernacular “this ain’t my first rodeo”.
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Our captors showed us numerous implements that they intended to use as part of their cultural pleasure rites. I was able to exchange glances with Raven. By silent accord, we agreed it would be best to submit to this training and the local rites.
In the name of SCIENCE!
I was claimed by one of our captors. I judged her to be the leader, based on some of her ornamental jewelry and her commanding presence.
She took an immediate liking to me, caressing me in a possessive manner that I will admit was in no way displeasing.
The others of our captors argued between the two of them who would first have an opportunity with Raven. The substance of their argument seemed to be both who would have the opportunity and what implements each would be able to employ on my companion.
I am sure Raven was as excited as I to participate in this. Her wide-eyed expression was, no doubt, a reflection of her scientific curiosity.
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Our time among the felinoid natives was intensely arduous as I’d suspected. I believe our hosts recognized innate differences between a dokkenaelf and a human, as Raven and I were subjected to significantly different experiences.
My time with the felinoid who “claimed” me was surprisingly straightforward and not especially physically-demanding. I was merely taught how best to please her, a task I am proud to say I excelled at. I was even rewarded for ‘good performance’ with… well, suffice it to say, it was a bit reminiscent of my days in university.
Raven’s experiences were considerably more raw, carnal, and intensely physical. Still in quite stringent bondage, my human companion was shared between two of the warriors whom she’d battled, and would have bested, were it not for me. One wore an impressive contraption strapped about her loins. She drove said contraption into my human companion with a ferocity that nearly made me swoon to witness.
Simultaneously, Raven was directed to service the second warrior orally. The cruel clips attached to Raven’s breasts were used to ‘encourage’ my human companion’s behavior.
Apparently these devices of sexual torment are the pride of the tribe, or at least these local representatives. I made a mental note to attempt to secure one or two for our inevitable exit from this world, so as to have a more thorough recording of their tribal customs.
Some time later, after our escape from our captors, I asked Raven about the experience. My doughty human companion compared her ordeals with a particular vivid orgy she apparently experienced on some backwater world prior to our meeting.
I’ve made notes to follow up.
For SCIENCE!
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Massive, massive EPIC thank you again to We're All Mad Here for writing these and working with me on the Beasts of the Known Universe!
BlackDove
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