MadamMateria

Commission: A Harem His Own - Preview 4

So much work! And that abundance of work leads to a lot of gaps between previews that I apologize for. I know the last one was fairly early in the story, this one is about the mid point, and, as I mentioned, short of a change in my payment cycle will probably be the last preview of the story before it's full release. This took a bit, trying to research exactly how weddings work and trying to get those details just right. But, it's a nice, wholesome scene. A bit of foreshadowing for the final events of the story.

"“I can’t believe it,” Ryan’s mother was on the verge of joyous tears, as she fiddled about with her son’s tuxedo. “My boy.”

Honestly, even he was having a bit of trouble coming to terms with it. He was marrying his dream girl today. Taking a step back, it seemed like they'd moved quickly; fresh out of high school, and only having dated for a few months. And yet, it felt right. They both wanted this, and the excitement was swelling up in his chest just thinking about finally seeing her in that dress, becoming her husband.

The ginger woman continued to fidget, straightening his bowtie and adjusting his lapels. “Mom,” he chastised with a chuckle, “I’m not a boy anymore. I own a business.”

She smiled proudly at him, moisture dotting the corners of her dark eyes. “I know sweetie. I just didn’t expect it would happen so soon,” she reached up, cupping his cheek. “I’m so happy for you.”

He took her hands in his own, grinning as every bit the man he'd grown to be. “Thanks mom,” he whispered, offering her a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

The woman took a moment to wipe the tears from her face. “Don’t want to mess up your big day,” she muttered, more to herself than him before looking up once more. “Alright, I should find your father and get ready,” with one last peck she was off, leaving Ryan to mingle about with everyone else waiting for things to begin.

Most of the guests he didn’t recognize. Extended members of his own family, invited by his parents, that he might have seen once or twice in his life, and then the whole expanse of Julianne’s family’s connections worth inviting to such an event as the Ashton prodigy’s marriage. Scanning through the crowd, his jaw nearly dropped at a bust that could have rivaled his fiancée's; doubly so when he realized who it belonged to.

“Missus Ashton?” he spat out, drawing the middle-aged woman’s attention.

She swung around, her bust ahead of her and nearly smacking into the chest of the man she was hanging off the arm of. “Please Ryan,” she chuckled, closing the distance between them, “I told you, call me Susan.”

“Sorry, Susan,” he offered with a small blush.

It was less from the name flub than it was where his eyes were drifting to. It had been a while since they'd run into one another, but he knew for sure she wasn’t sporting tits like overripe melons before. In her low cut, sapphire dress it was obvious she wasn’t padding, and the way they jiggled naturally with her laugh, they weren’t implants either. As a matter of fact, he couldn’t see any evidence of the previous work he knew she'd had done; like it had never happened.

The inspection was cut short by a crude cough, drawing his attention back up to their faces. Susan had a coy little smile, clearly not the slightest bit bothered that he'd been staring. The man with her however, was less so impressed.

Ryan had yet to formally meet his girlfriend’s father, the tall, stern built man that had built an empire. His formal wear was crisp and neat, silvering locks slicked back to keep the hardened features of his face fully visible. He was every bit the image of his stature, an emperor among commoners, a well-kept mustache unable to hide the unimpressed line of his thin mouth.

“M-Mister Ashton,” the redheaded groom offered out his hand for a handshake; the common greeting between businessmen, and the best way he could think to make a first impression.

The man's hands didn’t leave his wife, letting Ryan’s outstretched hand grow cold. “Ryan Mills. I've heard quite a bit about you,” he mused.

Mister Ashton turned to his wife, blue eyes expressing words unspoken to the love of his life. “May we have a minute dear?” he asked in a voice softer than the harsh gravel that had left his lips just a moment before.

The buxom woman gave a nod, planting a kiss upon her husband's cheek and offering her daughter’s boo a wave before heading off.

Despite the people still wandering around them, the trim groom found himself alone with the monument of a man. The rest of the world meant nothing, there was only him, and the ocean-blue eyes of the man who carried the name “Ashton” on his shoulders.

“Well, Ryan,” he started, his voice once more that rough grain of the earth, “I don’t know how you did it, but both my daughter, and my wife, think you are the perfect young man to be my son-in-law.”

The smaller man let a swell of pride enter him at those words. A foolish idea.

Those powerful eyes inspected him, staring their way through him like some enigma to be deciphered. “But I'm not convinced,” there it was, sending Ryan crashing back down with a pained wince. “Tell me Ryan, do you have any business experience?”

This was his chance. “No sir, but I-“

Mister Ashton didn’t let him finish. “No, I didn’t think you did,” he muttered. “Do you plan on attending college? Perhaps getting a bachelor’s degree in business management, or an MBA?”

“I-I didn’t think that I needed-“ Ryan started with a stammer, only to be interrupted by the older man's sigh.

The look in those blue eyes was of dismay, piercing through the redhead deeper than any blade ever could. “Look, Ryan, I'm going to be completely honest with you,” his hands moved behind his back, pushing his chest out and making him look all the more imposing. “You seem like a fine young man, well intentioned, but I don’t think you're up for the task of running a business; you lack the experience or education to do so.

“And,” Ryan tightened up, bracing himself mentally for the blow that was about to come, “I don’t think you’re right for my daughter. Ever since she met you, she's given up on her future. She was planning to go to college, all but packed before you came into her life. Now she seems,” he needed to pause, his look drifting away as he hunted for the right word. “Obsessed, with being with you, and content with supporting your endeavors over her own ambitions.”

If that look earlier has broken his skin, this was a stab deep to the young man’s heart. His mouth felt dry, devoid of anything he could say to try and make things right. All he could think about was using the dust on her, the moment he'd changed everything. Had he ruined her dreams? She never complained about it, but thinking back, she hadn’t complained about being kicked from the swim team either; not until he asked. He'd taken that away from her too.

He could feel his face going pale, starting to take in the scope of his actions.

“However,” Mister Ashton's voice pulled him back to reality, to the present, “that isn’t my decision to make. I may disagree with my wife and daughter regarding this marriage, but I won’t interfere with my daughter’s choice of husband.”

That stern blue gaze was on him, meeting with his own dark brown, uninteresting, eyes. “My daughter thinks the world of you Ryan. If you could prove me wrong, I would be the happiest father in the world,” he reached into his jacket, fishing out a small, folded card and handing it to his future son-in-law. “I sincerely hope you will, for her sake.”

The great man turned, taking his first step and pausing. “My daughter was on track for great things; don’t make her regret it,” he finished, before parting to return to his wife.

Suddenly there was a great weight on his shoulders. All Ryan had done up until now, hoping to impress this man, to make his future wife happy, was cast into question. Julianne seemed to want this, but was it the right thing for the both of them?

Slowly he opened up his father-in-law’s ‘gift', catching the looping script and fine bordering. A party invitation? It looked like it was going to be a networking event, some weeks from now. Mills Investments was barely off the ground yet, did the man really have so little faith in him?

“Hey, there you are,” Gavin's familiar voice popped up behind him, a hand slapping down on his shoulder.

The swim captain cleaned up well, the purple of his tie a fine match to his woody locks. It had been a bit of a last-minute decision to make him the best man, but when given the time to think, Ryan realized he didn’t have anyone else he was close enough to for the role; that also supported him and Julianne anyway. Turned out to be a good choice, that history of leadership translated pretty well to an ability to help organize things.

“Looks like everyone’s arrived,” he went on with a smile, “we’re ready to get things started. I assume you don’t want to leave your girl waiting on her big day?”

Of course, he didn’t. The redhead slipped the invitation into his jacket, for now, determined he would prove his soon-to-be wife's father wrong on his own two feet. His heart was pounding so hard with anticipation he thought it might explode, and yet, he turned to his best man with a confident smile.

Making his way into the wedding hall, the guests were already in their seats. His family were to his left, all eyes falling on him as he and his procession walked slowly up the aisle. To his right, Julianne’s, of note her mother was giving him a beaming grin. He carried his confidence all the way to the altar, getting into his place and clasping his hands in front of him.

Next in were the bridesmaids, a number of the most popular girl’s best friends from their high school days, at least whom their relationship hadn’t pushed too far away. There were six in all, done up in beautiful violet dresses that hugged their forms, complimenting them while remaining modest enough they wouldn’t take away any attention from the bride they were chosen to protect. One was Vanessa, flashing Gavin a flirtatious grin before stepping into line with the others.

“Looks like you’re not the only one getting lucky tonight,” he whispered to the groom, eliciting the smallest chuckle. It wasn’t the time.

With everyone else in place, it was time for the main event. The low music that had filled the hall for the initial gathering died away, replaced with the sudden swell of the church organ, playing that familiar tune practically everyone was taught as a child. It brought with it anticipation, drawing everyone’s attention to the doors as the first verse started, the words so ingrained they didn’t need to be sung for everyone to know them: “here comes the bride”.

Mister Ashton appeared, by his side the most radiant sight Ryan had ever laid eyes on. Everyone in the hall lay in awe of the divine creature walking in, her long, elegant steps pushing through the skirt of her dress only enough to show her shoes, and the slightest bit of her ankles. In her lithe hands she carried a bouquet of scarlet roses, decorated with ribbon that teased around the curve of her hips as she moved. The heavy burden of her bust was held in by lace, crisscrossing with flowery spiral patterns that offered the daintiest little windows to the smooth flesh beneath. The true beauty however was above, where a thin veil lay over her face, but even through, her eyes, her smile, shone. All in attendance were looking at her, the magnificence of her dress, the perfection of her body as she moved, but those eyes, those sparkling pools, were only on him. That look alone, put all of his doubts at bay.

The two arrived at the altar, the man Ashton taking his daughter's hand and stealing her attention one last time before he was to give her away. He leaned forward, laying a parental kiss, through her veil, upon her forehead. Then, as he promised, turned that hand over to Ryan with the faintest smile to echo his prior words: “Prove me wrong.”

He would. The groom took his bride's soft fingers into his grip, as she stepped up onto the altar with him. “Dearly beloved…” the minister began, as the music faded away to nothingness.

In that moment, everything became distant. The goddess’ gaze rested on him, her face bright with unbridled joy that poured into him, and his own smile gave it right back to her. All the world was shut out; it was just them, on the precipice of their union.

Her delicate fingers held him tight, her full lips anxiously quivering behind the safety of her veil. How he wished he could just lift it and accept their call, but no. There was a small time yet, leaving the anticipation between the two lovers to boil over into an inescapable desire. She gave him the same look as she did at their graduation, “Shall we skip the party?”

Ryan grinned back, stifling a chuckle that still had his shoulders jumping lightly. They knew they couldn’t, a quick flash of his eyes towards the crowd, here purely for them, reminding her of the obvious reason. She replied with a playful pout behind her barrier, squeezing his hand in understanding.

“Now then,” the minister broke their silent conversation, “I was told the bride and groom have prepared their own vows?” they both nodded. “Then let us start with the groom.”

The room turned to the redhead, a light tint in his cheeks. He hadn’t had the most time to practice what he'd prepared, let alone in front of an audience. And as he thought on it all now, a part of him realized just how inadequate the scribbles he'd fussed over for weeks were for this moment. Looking at his wife-to-be though, her pristine beauty, he found the courage to simply speak from the heart.

“Julianne Ashton. Truly, there aren’t words to describe the amazing person you are. Strong, brilliant, gorgeous; they’re only small pieces of the whole that makes you. Over our time together, I feel like I've gotten to see so much of you, and never in my wildest dreams did I believe that, one day, I would be standing here with a woman even a tenth of all that you are,” he paused, feeling his heart hammering. “But here I am, about to embark on the next step of my life with you; our life. I love you, Julianne Ashton, and I vow to love you, through all of our hardships, to do all I can to make you happy, and to be the man that you deserve,” he cast a quick glance to the front row, where Mister Ashton watched with his own wife, “until the day that I die.”

The divine beauty's perfect laugh met his ears, her violet eyes looking up at him with tears in their corners. “You already are,” she assured him.

The minister turned next to her. “Then miss, now it is your turn,” he opened the floor to her.

She took a moment to clear the tears from her eyes, before they fell and tarnished her fine dress. “Ryan Mills,” she ad-libbed a beginning that matched his own before starting her well-practiced words, delivering them with the polished perfection her upbringing had trained her for. “I, Julianne Ashton, do vow to love you always, as you do me. All that I have, I give to you; through triumph and strife, I will stand by your side, and bend the world to reach our joys and dreams together.”

Bend the world? Why did that feel so familiar? The trim man wasn’t left with time to mull it over however, as his bride’s vows went on.

“There is no one in this life who I would sooner be with Ryan Mills. And so, I pledge myself to you, as your faithful wife, and take thee as my lawfully wedded husband, for the rest of my days,” her smile lit up the room, and could have melted even the coldest of hearts. Even her father, sitting there in the front row, could not help shed a silent tear into his moustache.

“I accept,” Ryan told her softly.

Their minister nodded. “The couple will now exchange the rings.”

The groom fished into his pocket, pulling out the fine gold band he'd chosen to match her engagement ring. “With this ring, I thee wed,” he recited, taking her hand and slipping it upon her finger next to its partner.

Hers was the more difficult task, fishing the ring from one of the holes that led to her cleavage, and having to juggle his hand with her still carrying her bouquet. “With this ring, I thee wed,” she repeated to him, sliding the thicker ring upon his finger, forever to mark him as her husband.

With a silent gesture, the two were pointed to a pedestal, a pen waiting next to their marriage certificate. Beaming to one another they stepped up, each scrawling their signature across the bottom. Ryan Mills, and Julianne Ashton Mills. “You may now kiss the bride,” the minister’s voice came behind them.

It was finally time to answer the call of his love's lips. He took her veil, lifting it over her head to reveal the full radiance of her visage, no longer dulled by the sheer fabric; she was even more breathtakingly beautiful. His arm curled about the small of her back, pulling her close and pressing her heavily contained bust against his chest. He almost worried he wouldn’t reach, but tipping her back to lean over her magnificent, head and a half sized bust, his lips pressed to hers. They closed their eyes, savoring their first kiss as husband wife as the music swelled back once more. The bundle of roses she’s carried with her thus far shot into the air, freeing her arms to wrap around his shoulders, and the hall was filled with happy applause and tears of unabashed glee. Then, hand in hand, they walked out to celebrate their new union." - A Harem His Own by Madam Materia

The Sanguine Angels - 2

A right motley crew. Contains the first part, mostly as a refresher (and I made some minor edits). Obviously not erotic, just some Custodes talking their plans for the coming crusade. First battle will be in November, and things will be getting a bit more dicey then!

This is an interesting kind of project, and will probably need a huge editing run at the end to fill it out more than just the basic details. It's a fun departure from the norm though, and good practice. So, hope y'all enjoy!

Prosecutor Squad Yuliya

Just gonna be a quick runthrough of the names today, since I wanna focus on writing for the next little while (Moxie's Mates 10, A Harem His Own, and with this paint job completed, there's also the next part of the Slow Grow Crusade story).

So there's Sister Superior Yuliya, with her helm and fancy tabard, Sister Tryphena, Sister Alice, Sister Artemisia, and Sister Heliodora.

Skip and Aelia

Two more characters in the Sanguine Angels. Skip, the Custode on the left, and Aelia, the Sister of Silence at her side. Skip has always been the type of every-girl, preferring her work out in the proverbial boonies of the Imperium agricultural worlds. She's laid back, and, good as she is with her Guardian Spear, knows when best to avoid a conflict. Aelia, by contrast, was picked from her home for her curse as a null, and drafted into the Sisters of Silence. The experience has left the blonde Sister grizzled, and often confrontational with anyone she perceives as slighting her.

As they say though, opposites attract. They began as partners upon the fields of battle, and over time, with Skip being the calming voice to the raging inferno in Aelia, became a couple. No matter the odds, or the distance between them, the two now share a bond that carry them through every battle, hand in hand.

Commission: A Harem His Own - Project Scope

So quick bit, not a preview, just a bit about the commission itself that I think it'd be fair to share with you, my supportive following.

So, it's currently around 20,000 words. Impressive, and you'd think that would be awesome, it'll be out soon since it was a 28,000 word estimate. Unfortunately, I'm at 20,000 and about 8,000 words over the estimate for where I thought I'd be in the story progress.

So, equivocally, I'm about 1/3 to 1/2 done at best. And being so far over the estimate, due to the addition of scenes, and ideas between the client (all is going according to plan, everyone's happy, and the story's going to be bangin'), means that the client's preview budget doesn't cover too much. I wanna hint more scenes, but I also don't wanna do a mid-roll bill to ensure it's paid for either. The scope of this project was bigger than I originally anticipated, and it'll take a while yet with minimal updates. I don't want to leave everyone in the dark, but yeah; I got backed into a corner by my own terms of service on this one.

The goal is to finish before the end of the month, but there are still about two or three big story hurdles to get over. As said, the scope is bigger. It's a story that transcends years of in-work time, and I don't want to just cop out and be like: "five years later", in the middle of a piece.

TL;DR, A Harem's taking a long time, and there won't be too many previews short of a policy shift.

Armies on Parade: Maidens of the Eclipse

An early preview for my Patrons. Here it is, all but I think about 5 of my painted models that didn't fit into proper squads (and my Inquisitors of course). I was asked to submit for Armies on Parade, which has a few restrictions on the are you can put everything in, but other than it's go nuts, so this is larger than a Strike Force, I'd ballpark around 2600 points or so that I've painted since beginning this hobby last back when the Sisters box dropped.

This really is a testament to the progress I've made, not only in doing the army, but a visual representation on how my skill has improved with practice. MY very first model, and my most recent, side by side. I am really proud of all I've accomplished, and honoured that I've been asked to participate in this massive celebration of the hobby by my GW store.

Moxie's Mates 10 - Voting

This is Halloween, this is Halloween! I feel bad having popped the semi-spooky option last month with Arachne, wasn't even thinking ahead. Ah well, time for this month's options!

Changes - Duo ft. Rell, Moxie, and Luna. The quartet decide on going to a Halloween party, all dressed up and ready to have some fun! Some strange happenings however may put a wrench in the girls' plans.

Locked In - Matty ft. Dec, Diane, and Eliza. The mature members of the house decide to have a bit of an outing this holiday with an escape room. Unfortunately things might be a little more real than they anticipated. Hopefully their myriad of skills can get them out of it?

Update on Emergency Stuff

So another public post to keep people up to date. I'd like to apologize that things have been more painting than writing lately? I've been trying to clear the backlog with the Slow Grow a thing, plus some of the new rules meaning I can't field my primed models without a huge points disadvantage... Eventually the backlog will end, or at least become mostly squads so it's like, one paint a week.

The other bit with it is that commissions have been getting longer. People like my work, and my clients in particular want longer works. This makes it a little harder to do previews, and just get things published on a monthly basis, which... Hurts the Patreon. I'm happy that I have Moxie's as a series so there's always something to look forward to (for mid-high tier Patrons anyway). I am plotting a few changes, like setting the votes to timed-exclusive, so that people can see what the other option was, rather than just the story seeming to pop out of nowhere, but I will have to figure that out, devote it to habit.

The third update is kind of the biggest one. That being, I finally got a date for my surgery. Hopefully, I'll be able to stop being in pain all the time, bleeding all over the place... It hasn't been fun. That's next Tuesday, early early in the morning, and I've had to get a bunch of other tests done prior that're eating up my time. Hopefully that'll mark a big change, with less sick days and more ability to keep writing.

I guess just lastly, my apartment is... Fine. It's good to be on my own, not to have someone berating me and down my back all the time. Unfortunately I really can't afford furniture. I've been working off the floor for a month and a half now, and it's decidedly bad for my back. It's really hard to write on hardwood, and the sun cooks my apartment for hours a day, leaving me to... Not have that as work time. The other big problem you may have heard me go on about is roaches. My neighbors are horrid trash monsters so I'm stuck constantly cleaning top to bottom once a week to try and prevent any problems arising. It's not stopping them getting in, and as an insect-phobic individual it's incredibly... Not good. I need a desk and some drapes to at least slightly mitigate some of these issues, but until then, I've gotta work my hardest in crappy conditions.

That's all. Sorry it's not the bet news at the end there, but wanted to make sure people knew what was going on, why I've been a bit slow lately. Things can only go up, and as always, your support means everything to me.

Cheers, Madam Materia

Commission: A Harem His Own - Preview 3

Whoo, this preview could pretty much be a commission on its own! (... Alright, maybe half of one considering me.) A lot had to go into this scene for future setup, and I wish that the whole story could be taken so slowly, but then it'd be like, 100k. XD

Anyway, preview 3!

"Ryan barely slept that night, too busy daydreaming about how their date was going to go. He didn’t even know where they were going, “her favorite place” could be anywhere, and considering what he knew of her family he was guessing it'd be expensive.

Like with the dust, there was an agony to waiting; he may have gotten a kiss last night, but he didn’t get her cell number or anything. No way to see when she was on the way, so the boy was left to just getting ready. He settled on a nice dress shirt and tie, hedging his bets, and scrounged together all he could to be able to pay his own way; hopefully it would do.

“You’re looking fine,” his mother noted, making her way through the breakfast dishes. “Special occasion?”

It was strange to be able to say it out loud, dancing giddily on the tip of his tongue and filling him with anticipation. “Yeah, I've got a date with Julianne,” he answered proudly.

His mother gave a chuckle, brushing a lock of her ginger hair over her ear. “Well, that certainly explains the smile she had when she was headed home last night; and your little outburst,” she teased her son.

“You heard that?” the boy murmured embarrassedly.

The woman nodded, shaking the water from her hands. “Your father was hoping it was you ready to ace a test,” she joked. “I’m happy for you both, just remember to be safe.”

Safe? Ryan's cheeks flushed deep; he knew he'd forgotten something. Then again, the idea he and the goddess so above him would do anything, especially on a first date, still seemed like a far-off pipe dream. “I-I will mom,” he stammered, putting it on his mental checklist to make sure he had condoms before she arrived.

He wasn’t left waiting long. A little before quarter to twelve the doorbell rang, causing his heart to skip a beat; his mother only giving a chuckle when her son shot to his feet with an enthusiastic, “I’ll get it.”

Swinging the door open, the redheaded boy was, as usual, stunned by the goddess given form. Like yesterday she was dressed casually, albeit significantly more sexually in a thin strapped camisole that gave a delicious view of her promising cleavage for him to enjoy. A sight for certain that would have gotten her sent home from school if she arrived in it, adding the intoxicating sensation that this was just for him.

Julianne gave a soft giggle, the jumping of her chest teasing him with those perfect orbs. “A little overdressed, aren’t you?” she noted the sharp contrast of their choice of outfits.

Blush filled his cheeks. “Well, I wasn’t sure where you wanted to go,” he admitted nervously, scratching at the back of his neck, mostly hidden by the crisp collar of his shirt.

Her smile could have pierced even the coldest heart. “Oh well,” the beauty reached out, taking his hand and entwining her slim fingers with his own. “You look handsome.”

She complimented him. How was something so simple increasing his nerves tenfold? Maybe it was the warm feeling of her palm against his, as she gently pulled herself closer to hang off of his arm, breasts gently squishing into him. “Ready to go?” the blonde asked him simply, resting her head against his shoulder.

Could there be a more ideal heaven for the boy, than to have the object of his deepest desires in such close contact? He couldn’t think of one right then, reduced to the excitable mess he had been last night. “Of course,” he replied, doing his best not to disturb her hold as they set off from the doorstep.

“Have fun you two!” his mother called behind him, like a strike in the back of embarrassment. Julianne didn’t seem to mind one bit though, keeping her possessive half-hug on him as she guided him off towards the local restaurant strip.

Ryan couldn’t take his eyes off her, admiring every part of her from the gentle red tone of her lips, to the subtle curve of her neck. The weather was beautiful, the sun gazing down and lapping at her skin, highlighting the pure unmarred gold of his date's hair. It was perfect, just as she was, and he couldn’t believe even now that it was real life.

The beauty caught his stare, meeting him with another of her pristine smiles. He worried for a moment that she would call him out, as he tore his dark gaze back up from her chest and into her sparkling eyes. Instead though she leaned in to place a quick little kiss on his cheek. “Like what you see?” she asked, tightening her grip on him and pressing herself closer.

The blood in his body didn’t know where to go; up to blush, or down for an erection at one of the hottest things the boy had ever heard. In the struggle however, it left his brain on empty, scrambling for what the correct response was to her being into it. “Who wouldn’t? You're the most beautiful woman in the world,” he told her, purely on reflex.

His answer scored him another kiss, this one closer to his eager lips. “You’re sweet,” the blonde cooed softly, tightening her grip on him as her plush breasts squished up further against him, beginning to pour up over the low neckline of her top.

A couple minutes of walking, that felt all too short in his stupor, and her heavenly voice broke their serene silence. “Here we are.”

It was far from what Ryan had expected. Just a small hole in the wall really, a lime green sign declaring the little place as “Burrito Sam's”. If you weren’t looking for it, you'd pass it by for any of the other dozens of food options that adorned the town’s strip.

“This is your favorite place?” he asked in disbelief.

She gave a small nod in reply. “Yep. The absolute best place to get lunch, you'll love it!” the golden goddess assured as she pulled him inside.

It wasn’t much better than the façade, maybe four simple tables for diners and a long counter where dozens of ingredients were on display in covered containers. A man stood there, gingerly wiping down the work surface in his hair net and apron while the place was empty. Once the bell above his door rang his tanned face rose, and a bright smile spread across his old face.

“Ah Ashton,” he greeted warmly, the hints of a Spanish accent on his words. “Not every weekend I get to see you, and with a boy no less,” he noted the company she was still eager holding onto.

“A boyfriend,” Julianne corrected, causing Ryan’s cheeks to flush. That was one hell of a title to hold, her boyfriend, and it filled him with even more butterflies of joy and nerve. “You’re working the weekend Sam? Was nobody available for the shift?” she asked as she pulled her date along to the register.

The old man shook his head. “Nah, I'm not going to take them away from studying with your finals around the corner. Gotta get themselves good grades to end up working somewhere better than my little dive,” he explained, already dipping below the counter and pulling out a couple of large tortillas. “Good to see you've found yourself someone special though,” his dark eyes met Ryan’s and he offered out a hand over the protective glass.

Reaching back the redheaded boy was met with a firm shake. “The name's Sam, if you didn’t hear,” the owner joked kindly. “Got yourself a name 'boyfriend'?”

“Ryan,” he answered quickly, still revelling in his new title.

“Well Ryan,” the man returned to his art, giving the counter a tap, “what do you like on your food logs? I'll take it you’re having your favorite miss Ashton?”

“Yes,” the pure girl replied. “Ground beef, sour cream, your delicious corn and black bean salsa, and of course a nice thick dollop of your nacho cheese on top of the regular stuff,” she listed off seamlessly.

The trim boy needed to think about it, faced with option paralysis with so much placed out before him. “Um,” he muttered, looking it all over.

Sam needed to hear no more, handing the couple a small pamphlet. “Take a seat, think it over,” he offered, “I’ll get you two some nachos to start.”

Opening it up Ryan browsed his options, as his girlfriend was already pulling him to one of the tables. “I can help out with a few suggestions,” she offered as they plopped into their seats.

Once more his gaze was drawn to her, to the bounce of her chest when she landed down, and the way they were resting on the table as she leaned over to him. His teenaged mind didn’t have the right words to put to the sight. He could make out the edge of her red bra, just below the soft breast spilling ever so slightly over her neckline. It was the type of thing you dreamed about, or scoured the net for hours for, and it was right in front of him, real as day.

There were other things the boy needed to be focusing on though. “Sure,” he managed to snap to, and within a few minutes he had a nice spicy order in he was pretty sure he would enjoy from her descriptions of things.

Sam was on it, and quickly they were greeted with a pair of fat burritos, the size of small babies, in quaint little baskets. Considering the prices on the menu, Ryan hadn’t considered half this much; granted he hadn’t expected some cheap little burrito place to be a ritzy girl like Julianne’s favorite. As she drew up her meal however, her slender fingers wrapped around that delicious package as she took her first bite, you wouldn’t doubt it was.

It was strange. So long he'd placed the blonde up on a divine pedestal, and now the boy was seeing a positively human side of her; just like everyone else, enjoying her junk food. Yet, to him, she was still as beautiful and radiant as ever; maybe even more so.

As she pulled the stuffed packet from her mouth a dollop of yellow and white goop dropped along her chin and onto her chest, causing a mild embarrassed flinch and a mouth-full giggle as she scooped it with a finger back to her hungry lips. Her eyes met his, her blue orbs seemingly deeper than he was used to, richer in colour, and she gave a small smile. It was a look that revelled in his staring, enjoyed that she excited him so, and in part knew what he wanted.

The girl shifted slightly, adjusting her arms to frame her breasts perfectly as she continued to eat. They pushed ever so more slightly over her bra, deepening her cleavage and drawing his looks further within. She had to be straining her top, arching her back, because he swore, he heard the groaning of stitches coming from her direction.

For as much fun as they were having though, they had come for lunch. “It’s much better warm,” she made note of his untouched burrito. “I do want you to enjoy it, so we can come back here together.”

Already the idea they would return, maybe even on another date, as she wolfed back another huge bite of her food roll. “Of course,” he replied, far more confidently than he'd been most of the day.

Taking hid first bite, it was clear why this place deserved the prestigious title of the goddess Julianne’s favorite. The spices hit him hard, bringing light tears to the corners of his eyes, but the myriad of flavours between the rice, meat, and the rest of the ingredients. It was a beautiful melange that had him quickly going for another bite, even before his mouth stopped stinging from the jalapeño.

“Glad you like it,” she teased, as all the well-dressed boy could reply with was a thumbs up.

Over behind the counter Sam gave a small chuckle, only listening to snippets of the young couple's conversation. “Like you'd pick a boy who didn’t like my work,” he joked, fishing a bottle from the cooler and bringing it to their table for him. “Mexican import, real cane sugar,” he explained, popping the top off with his bottle opener and letting out the cola's fine carbonated hiss.

“Thank you,” Ryan smiled through the burn, taking the offered drink and sipping some back. He could taste the difference the moment it touched his tongue, the natural sweetness not present in domestically made sodas.

Alright, no question he'd be back; even if it was just on his own.

The pair enjoyed the rest of their meal, exchanging looks, and laughs. When the time finally came to pay the redhead went for his wallet only to have his angel refuse to let him pay. He could afford it by all means, for both of them, but Julianne insisted she'd invited him out, it was only fair she would pay. Plus, she was better off than him, it wasn’t going to hurt her at all, where he was better off saving for something special.

Without a better argument, the boy surrendered, and soon they were walking out the door together. “This was nice,” the beauty sighed happily, resuming her cuddling hug of her boyfriend’s arm.

“It was,” he agreed, hugging her back. Could he dare for more? Turning to look at her, her blue eyes were staring back at him, waiting with an expectant smile on those perfect lips.

He dared. Carefully he took her chin in his fingertips, marveling at the softness of her skin, and held her in position to come in for a kiss. The divine girl didn’t resist. He could hear the shortest, excited gasp escape her, as her eyes closed to savour the moment their lips touched.

It was as you would expect of teenagers. Sloppy, enthusiastic, but not at all lacking for passion. Their tongues darted for each other’s mouths, tasting the light remnants of each others’ meals as they danced over lips, tongue, and teeth alike. Julianne lifted her arms, draping them over the trim boy’s shoulders to hold him in while they made out, and for a moment it was if time was stopped; replaced solely by the sparks between them. This was a first kiss.

When finally, they deigned to break it they with both grinning, the girl looking up at him lovingly with those deep-blue eyes. “Care to walk me home handsome?” she asked.

As if he would ever refuse her. Arm in arm they walked, once more playing the game of his peeking at her in the afternoon light, only for her to encourage him. Her place was a significant way off compared to his own, the two of them wandering into the richer part of town, where the houses got further and further away from one another as their yards, if such grand expanses could still be called that, grew to accommodate the mansions at their center.

It felt like each one they passed got bigger, setting off dollar values in his head that the boy was already having problems fathoming. He knew she was well off, but this was almost giving him a headache. Finally, they stopped, in front of a place secluded from the world by a large gate, where he assumed, they would be parting ways.

He assumed wrong, as the blonde opened up the large barrier and continued to pull him along. “Come on,” she prompted with a flashy grin, pulling him up the wide driveway.

This was more that he expected: the sheer distance between his family’s small little two-story home and this monument to opulence. Each step closer made him feel more and more nervous, more and more like he didn’t belong. Yet Julianne didn’t seem to feel that in the slightest, her smile jovial as they got to the door.

Once again, he expected this to be their parting goodbye, only for her to continue to prove him wrong. The divine beauty cracked the door, peeking inside quiet as she could before returning to him with a grin. “Mom’s watching TV, so sush,” she warned, and pulled him inside after her.

Ryan’s heart was racing so hard he thought it might burst from his chest. His dark eyes darted around the huge entryway, the spiralling staircases going up and down in the center, the window to a huge dining room to their right. Even from here he could make out the sounds of daytime television coming from above, signalling where the girl knew her mother was, but where were they going?

The redheaded boy remained silent as a mouse, to nervous to make a sound really, as his girlfriend proceeded to guide him up those stairs. Out of paranoia, as they crested the top of the staircase his gaze went to the television, to Julianne’s mother sitting there.

Even with her looking away it was obvious where the diva got her looks from. Her mother had to be in her forties but definitely holding it well, only the faintest of wrinkles marring her complexion in the corners of her eyes. Like her daughter, brilliant golden hair flowed down her back, kept long and free, and her body was lithe and toned under a slim fitting dress. It was obvious even from this distance the woman had had some work done, her lips full and plush, and her breasts just a bit to firm in how they sat upon her chest, but at her age and position, you couldn’t really blame her.

She never turned their way, leaving her daughter to secret them away towards the closest room and quickly lock the door behind them. Giving another quick look around, it was clearly Julianne’s; her various trophies and achievements sitting on shelves and displayed on the walls. That was all the look he got however.

The blonde was on him, pressing her lips to his for more making out as her hands made a move for his body. As the first time she kissed him the boy was left stunned, slowly trying to process everything that was going on. They were in her room, she was kissing him, and in the time it was taking him to put two and two together her hands had found their way into his top, and her tickling his abs as they worked to remove his shirt.

Oh god, it was happening. Already he felt himself growing hard, eager for what was to come as his hands started their own journey to her body, sitting on her hips as hers had made it up to his pecs. Before it got too far, and he lost his will to interrupt things, he had to be responsible. “Condom,” was all he managed to squeak out between kisses and her raking her teeth over his lips.

That gave her pause, the ravenous girl breaking from her kissing. “You want one?” she asked, looking up at him with those rich, blue eyes.

In truth, he didn’t. He wanted the full intimacy of having her, experiencing all of this for the first time in its purest form. If something were to happen though, what would happen to their relationship, to their lives? “I brought some,” the boy told her, fishing into his pocket for his wallet, and the contraceptives within.

The beauty mulled it over a minute, then took one from her boyfriend and came back in for a peck. “Okay,” she whispered, getting back to business by tugging his tie loose and finishing with his top.

It wasn’t anything new to be topless around her, they'd swam together. Having her hands roaming him, enjoying the feel of him as she laid kisses upon him was another matter. She could easily have continued, working on his jeans, but instead she was waiting, flashing a mischievous look up at him. He'd been looking at her all day after all, now it was his turn.

He was almost scared, his hands gingerly moving up her sides, grazing up through the dip of her waist as she let out a delightful gasp. His thumbs slipped into the flowy hem on her camisole, tracing over the bottom edge of her bra band. How much did he want to take it off? Not yet though; for as excited as he was, he wanted to savour every moment of their first time.

He tightened his fingers on her top, the girl willfully lifting her arms for him as he pulled it up over her head. The bunched fabric caught on her breasts, drawing his eyes down to admire the way it lifted those delicate orbs. The edge of her light-pink nipples were revealed, peeking over the barrier of her bra to say hello as their owner's chemise cleared her head.

Her breasts didn’t return to their cups, instead muffining over with a glorious swell as they fell. Never in a million years would Ryan had imagined such a beautiful sight, let alone have it in front of him. The temptation was welling up inside of him to reach up and take hold of the soft, pillowy mounds, but there was still one more barrier. Stepping up he wrapped his arms around her, feeling the warmth of her tits squish up on his bare chest, and began to blindly play with the hooks.

They were tight, the elastic near taught beneath his fingertips, leaving him to struggle to get just the smallest bit of movement to get them out of the loops. One at a time though, he got them, each victory causing her chest to surge a little more against him, building up his arousal; and excitement for what was to come. The last finally came free, and the weight of her bust dropped against him as she let the undergarment fall from her form to the floor between them.

Hard against his chest the boy felt her nipples, each little motion either of them made brushing them over him and causing her to let out shuddering moans; singing an invitation he was all too happy to accept. Taking a step back, something that didn’t come easily, but it let his dark eyes watch her perfect breasts bounce into place on her chest. They were round, perky, and bigger than he imagined. After having seen then in her school swimsuit over a hundred times, he was sure he knew their size, not that he was upset to be wrong. She was still a growing girl after all.

Slowly he brought his hands up, taking each of the soft orbs in his grip, revelling in the feeling of them overflowing his grasp, squishing between his fingers. If he were to die now, he would have been content to be labeled a happy man. He wasn’t about to perish though, and each passing second would just get better.

Moving along her skin he came to those sensitive pink nubs, taking them between his thumb and forefinger to give them a gentle little twist. The beauty gave a sharp gasp, quivering at his touch and growing more restless. Her hands were on him, nails curling against his skin as he built up her desire. They were both anxious, hungry for more, yet he continued to play.

She whimpered, leaning in and laying a kiss on his neck, a plea for more as her fingers went to work on his belt buckle. Unlike his blind stumbling she had him free in seconds, his pants falling to the floor with a heavy thud to let her claw at his boxers. They fell next, only held around his thighs by their elastic, letting his rock hand manhood out for her to paw at.

Awkwardly they stumbled towards the bed, the blonde falling back into her lavish sheets with a lustful need in her eyes. She wanted it, lifting her legs and pulling her skirt up to let him see the naughty wet stain he'd left her with on front of her panties. The trim boy knew his job, running his hands up her smooth-shaven legs to take hold of the final barrier between them and peel it off of her. String of her raw arousal connected her to the garment as it was pulled away, and then her glistening, smooth sex was revealed to him. She still had the condom, and with tactless movements born of needy excitement she tore it open and applied it to his hand and a half rod with a few quick rolls.

They didn’t bother taking off her skirt, the redhead just moved into position, hands on either side of her torso, as his swollen head pressed against her entrance. His dick slipped in a couple inches, only for things to get rough and stop his progress. He would pull back, the horny girl letting out a needy whimper that would rise back to a lewd moan when he pressed back forth, and the same thing would happen.

Despite her readiness, things were slow, and in their youthful inexperience, clumsy; not that either of them had reference to compare. After his fourth pump he was close enough for the divine beauty to wrap her arms over his shoulders and start thrusting back. It was out of sync, wild, but when presented with her enthusiasm, and the warm, snug walls of her sex, he couldn’t care.

Sweat started coating them as they got into in, their breaths coming in ragged patterns. Ryan could feel her hot gasps escaping, lapping at his exposed next and driving him on. Then, with a powerful plunge, he felt the lightest little “pop”, and his lover let out a short whimper.

He snapped to, turning his dark eyes to her with worry. “Are you okay?”

The blonde gave him a nod. “Fine, keep going” she pleaded, kissing his neck and holding him closer.

Once more, we wouldn’t deny her. In the clouded, mid coitus, haze in his head it took him a minute to figure out what happened. He'd popped her “cherry” as it were. He would never have imagined such a perfect girl would have been a virgin, and the idea she was giving her first time to him…

The boy's efforts redoubled, Julianne letting out pleasured moans in his ear tightening her grip on them until the final moments where he blew his hot load in her. She let out a surprised gasp, hugging him to her, his head towards her breasts, as she marveled in the feeling of the condom swelling up inside her. She let out a few incoherent babbles, laying kisses across his skin as she rode out her high.

He wasn’t much better, breathing heavy and hot all over. “That was-“ he stammered out as he tried to recover, feeling himself starting to, reluctantly, soften inside her.

“Amazing,” the angel finished for him, lifting his chin to shove her tongue in his mouth again. It couldn’t last as long as their previous make outs, short of breath as they were, but it was even more powerful in the afterglow of their love making.

They stayed like that as long as they could, until the sunlight started to peek through the window to stretch along the floor. It was getting late and the redheaded boy needed to get home; not that after that he felt like much of a boy anymore. The pair got dressed, the divine beauty taking a bit of extra time as she struggled to get her hefty tits into their undersized holder, and started to sneak out.

“And what exactly is this, Julianne Ashton?” the girl’s mother’s voice greeted them when they opened the door to her room.

Ryan’s heart immediately sank, how long had the woman been standing there? How much had she heard? And what was going to happen to him, as what had been the force driving him earlier was now a cause of great dread?

“This is my new boyfriend, Ryan,” the young girl told her mother, protectively taking him by the arm, “isn’t he just perfect?”

That sinking feeling shifted into a nervous hammering. While he was flattered by the statement, loved her hold on him, that felt like something a bit too bold to be saying when staring down an angry mother. Somehow however, it worked.

The heavily modified woman softened a bit, looking at the young couple and shifting from a disapproving glare to a smile on her pumped-up lips. “He is quite charming,” she agreed, taking one of her arms from under her enhanced bust to touch her chin and look him over.

The boy was in disbelief, if not a bit concerned about the look his girlfriend’s mother was giving him. Julianne seemed to have similar feelings, her deep-blue eyes flashing in surprise at the reaction. “I’m glad you like him,” she stated, gathering her footing and giving her boy a little tug, “he’s got to get home though.”

“Awe, shame,” the older woman sighed, shifting on her feet and rotating her hips. “Well, I hope to get to see you again Ryan.”

It took him a moment to respond. “Uh, I hope so too miss Ashton,” he told her nervously, as usual off his game trying to figure out what was going on.

The buxom mother gave a dismissive wave. “Please, you’re my daughter's boo, call me Susan,” she told him with a smile on her painted lips.

“Um, alright Susan,” he responded quickly, not wanting to make any potential missteps.

The recently deflowered girl openly gave her boyfriend a kiss, marching him past the guard turned support and down the stairs. “I’m glad mom sees in you what I do,” she whispered softly, hugging him tight as they rounded down for the door.

“Yeah,” he replied vacantly.

She turned those beautiful blues his way. “You don’t like it?” she asked him, fingers curling into his sleeve.

“No, no,” he rested his hand on hers. “It’s good she approves. Just, it was weird the way your mom was looking at me there.”

The beauty gave him another kiss, getting them to the door. “I’ll make sure to work it out with her,” she promised her boy with a smile. “Want to spend tomorrow together? At your place this time.”

Tomorrow too? “Of course,” the redheaded boy answered, rejuvenated and returning her kiss with one of his own.

Again, their kiss lingered, her hands already eagerly moving over him. “Tomorrow,” she told herself more than him, her bright sunshine grin tainted with just a tad bit of naughtiness now they had broken the dam.

Ryan could hardly wait." - A Harem His Own by Madam Materia

Commission: A Harem His Own - Preview 2

It's been busy busy busy trying to get everything I need done in the new apartment (money's also extremely tight... =_=") so forgive it was a while between previews. The story is progressing nicely, so enjoy yourself an exerpt from the most recent check in with the client!

"Just because he had a plan didn’t mean it didn’t still hurt. The look on her face, the complete disinterest, would haunt Ryan as he waited for the diva to arrive for his tutoring. Once more the magical powder was itching to be used, sitting at the edge of his desk, weighing on him morally.

Should he really do this? Confidently he kept telling himself “yes”, that with her as his own he'd make her the happiest woman alive. Deep down though, he wondered if he was right in that assumption. If it was right at all to change her to win her.

Such reveries were brought to a close when the sound of echoed knocking reached his ears. He heard his mother answer the door with, “He’s just upstairs,” signaling his fantasy had arrived, and the moment to decide was drawing near. Each creak of the steps caused his heart to quicken, until he felt it hammering heavy in his throat, in perfect rhythm with the light rapping of his dream girl's delicate hand on his door.

“Come in,” the boy croaked nervously.

The handle turned, and on her shapely legs in stepped Julianne. “Ready to go over what you were daydreaming through today Ry?” she teased him, closing the door behind herself to ensure them privacy to study.

In this moment, she seemed all the more radiant than the rest of the day combined. Maybe it was the change of clothes, to a simple modest-cut tank top and skirt, or maybe it was just knowing she was so close to being his. “Yeah,” the redheaded boy replied meekly, cheeks flush. If only she knew what he'd been dreaming about.

Gliding over on long steps she plopped her bag down and pulled up a seat, quickly fishing out her textbook and laying it open on the desk. She was organized to a fault, the points from today marked with little red sticky tabs, with their three pages of homework tabbed in yellow. “Alright, so what all did you actually catch?” she asked with a warm smile, not holding any judgement for his drifting off; or what had happened at the swim meet.

He explained what little he recalled, and she filled in the gaps, pointing out each of their connections to make sure he understood. He was only half paying attention, his thoughts drifting between the bag, only inches away from him, and what had been revealed to her earlier today. She hadn’t brought it up at all, which bothered him more than it happening in the first place. Before he could do anything, Ryan needed to know how she felt.

“Hey, about what happened at the pool today,” he let slip out while they were in the middle of solving one if the homework problems.

The smile on the angel's face dimmed, and she let out a heavy sigh. “Look Ryan, it isn’t you,” she started.

Without thinking the trim boy's hand went for the powder, fingers pressing through the fastening to grab a small handful. He could already hear the rejection in his mind, breaking his heart in twain, and wasn’t sure he could bear it even with his trump card.

“It’s just-“ she was cut off, her blue eyes widening in startled surprise as he blew a cloud of purple in her face. She breathed it deep, and there was a moment of nothing before she let out the cutest little sneeze that disturbed the few particles that had fallen upon her chest, and the desk.

Ryan was rightfully terrified, frozen in his seat, mind racing between different panicked thoughts. Maybe it didn’t work? It was just a dud and the witch had tricked him. Julianne would rise up and storm off, cussing him for what he'd done and never speak to him again. None of that happened though.

The beauty simply looked at him, a strange light in her eyes as she drank in the sight of him. “Wh-where were we?” she asked, as if nothing had happened over the past minute.

It wasn’t the worst-case scenario, but his heart sank. He watched as she brushed what was left of the magic substance from her chest, guiltily enjoying the quick peek he got of her cleavage when her finger caught in the neck of her top, then answered her simply. “We were working through problem four.”

“Right,” she was quick to reply, jumping back into it.

At least she hadn’t rejected him. They worked through the end of the lesson, finishing up their homework and closing their books for the night. “Same time next week?” the trim boy asked, finding at least a spark of his joy back with the normalcy.

“Yup,” the graceful dream replied, rising to her feet and catching the look he was giving when her bust reached eye level. “Hey Ry?”

Her address snapped him to attention, afraid he was about to get chewed out for staring. “Y-yeah?” he stammered, trying not to look too guilty.

She didn’t seem to mind, shyly scratching at her chin with one of her lithe fingers. “About the grad thing,” once more his nerves were overtaking him. “I think I'd like that, to go with you, but… maybe after a date first?” she suggested with a hopeful flutter of her eyes.

Ryan sat there stunned, his brain firing all synapses to process what he'd just heard. A date? “Of course!” the grin that spread across his face betrayed all the excitement of the horny teenager he was, no matter how hard he tried to hide in and maintain an air of cool.

The radiant beauty replied with a grin of her own. “Great, is tomorrow too early?”

It wasn’t early enough in the boy's mind. “No, it's fine,” he readily answered.

“Cool,” she bounced on her toes, slinging her bag up over her shoulder. “I’ll come by here before noon and we can head out together for lunch. We can go to my favorite place.”

“Sounds good,” he honestly didn’t care where they were going at that moment. It was with her, Julianne, on a weekend. They could be just going back to the school and it would be a dream come true.

“Awesome, I'll see you then,” she finished, ready to leave when she stopped. The golden blonde hopped back to him, dipping down and laying a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth before skipping off with a smile.

The trim boy was left stunned, once more struggling to come to terms with exactly what had just happened. She kissed him! A date tomorrow, and he'd even scored a first kiss. Once he was sure she was out of earshot he let out all the pent-up euphoria that had built in him with a victorious “Yes!”

He turned to the open bag, empty save for scraps. A part of him still couldn’t believe it, but it had worked; she was his. Or starting to be at least, magic or not he had to nail this date. How else would he live up to making her the happiest woman he could?" - A Harem His Own by Madam Materia

Internet Down!

So a few of you probably know from my Discord server, but yeah, my internet has been down since a little after uploading the A Harem His Own preview. I guess I was a little rough with my modem or something, but it just stopped working after I had moved it to clean, so big oof. I haven't been able to work on writing since, with everything locked up in cloud saves or Google Docs.

I have been trying to pass the time painting. The new modem should be here in a couple days, which will get me back on the work train, and I'll also have a nice little flood of minis painted for ya (stupid hard to do Patreon posts on my phone, plus running low on data after the move in and using it for net the first few days then). I'll probably miss the initial day for the Moxie's vote to end, so that's probably gonna be first priority when I'm back setup.

Sorry to y'all, once Moxie's is done it'll be right back to A Harem His Own, with hopefully another preview right around the corner! Till then, cheers and love you all!

- Madam Materia

Commission: A Harem His Own - Preview 1

 Alright, back to the grind with a fresh commission. This one's a bit of a longer preview, but then again, it's also intended to be a bit of a longer story as well. This is also the first commission that is also a pure Menagerie tale (unlike the LessienxMatty works, which are kind of a Menagerie side story). There's also some minor character setup for Alice, for some other major works I have planned down the line, so hopefully y'all enjoy!

"“Mister Mills,” at the sound of his last name Ryan shot upright in his seat, spotting the stern look his teacher was giving him through her thick semi-circle glasses.

Shit, he'd been daydreaming again. “Sorry Miss Fletcher,” the boy managed to blurt out through his embarrassment, and the stares of his fellow classmates.

This wasn’t the first time, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but could you blame him? As people started to settle back into the lesson, his eyes were darting to steal one last look at the girl of his dreams, Julianne Ashford, hoping to catch the last scant seconds of her crystal-blue gaze on him. He managed to see a glimpse of her face, a knowing little smirk on her pristine lips as she rolled her eyes and returned her attention to the front.

Not promising, but understandable, the redheaded boy wasn’t anything special. A plain face with uninteresting brown eyes, and, seeing as she was tutoring him two nights out of the week, not particularly smart either. His biggest selling point was his fitness, nice and trim from his position on the senior swim team, though even in that regard he was far from the top.

Comparatively she was a divinity given form, perfect from head to toe and more. Beautiful by every definition, golden blonde hair flowed over her shoulders, framing the soft pink features of her face. Puberty had been kind, the girl’s form lithe and curvy with plump little fist sized breasts and a perky rear set on wide womanly hips. He'd get to see it all later at swim practice tonight, all the more reason he was fantasising his pre-lunch class away.

Her looks alone would have made her one of the most popular girls in school, but they weren’t even close to the end of her dream-like qualities. She was top of nearly all of her classes, captain of the girl’s half of the swim team, and she came from a well off family, leaving her wanting for little. She wasn’t just Ryan’s dream, she was everyone’s dream, and yet, likely no one would ever be good enough for her; least of all a nobody like him.

With a sigh under his breath the boy tried to return his focus to the lesson, in time for the bell to ring and signal their release. “Alright students,” Miss Fletcher spoke over the sounds of their chairs scrapping along the floor, “for homework, review what we went over, and complete the formulae on pages three o one, to three o three in your textbooks.”

It was a good thing tonight was a tutoring session, because the redheaded boy only had the faintest idea what today’s lesson was even about. He hoped to maybe catch one last look at his dream girl, but she was already gone, leaving him to filter out with the rest of the class. Until tonight, he reasoned to himself, starting the familiar walk back to his locker.

Well, mostly familiar. As Ryan passed down one of the empty halls he caught something new and unusual out of the corner of his eye: a door. Now it was a school, so doors were a dime a dozen, generally nothing special. This one however, was out of place. It was old, with an antique brass handle, and even a small step like you'd find on an outdoor storefront. Not only that though, it had somehow found itself wedged in between two other doorways the boy knew led into classrooms. So this mysterious door, logically, should lead nowhere; or at best into the dividing wall.

What was it doing here? Was it a shop student’s project that just got left here? Either way, the fit boy's curiosity got the better of him, and he found himself wandering up and taking the handle in his hands.

It turned gently, and against all sense opened up into the interior of a strange knickknack shop, that would have encompassed both its adjacent rooms and then some. Without even realizing it he was walking inside, his dark eyes scanning around at the shelves, stacked with strange items and oddities. They were all there, laid out on display, and yet without prices. Maybe it was supposed to be a storage area? But then it was still somehow taking up two classrooms that had been there as recently as only a few hours ago.

Thinking about it was making his head hurt. Maybe there was someone around who could tell him what this place was. “Hello?” he called out, hearing his voice echo back to him as he made his way towards the unmanned counter.

“Coming,” a cheery female voice sounded from an adjoining room at the back, followed by the light slapping of bare feet on hardwood.

He tried to ignore the fact that realistically that door should have led to outside the school if his sense of spatial awareness was right. Something that came much easier when the voice's owner stepped through the portal into the room with him.

She was something out of a fetish porn, her body and curves built to an absolutely impossible standard. The woman was indeed barefoot, and he couldn’t help imagining it was because she couldn’t get to her feet. Her delicate little steppers were on the end of lithely toned calved, but as you followed then up they attached to outrageously thick and perfectly smooth thighs. The hem of her short little dress stopped him seeing more below, but he could easily imagine the small overhang that'd have to connect to a plush rear that could sit across one and a half, maybe even two of him.

It also wasn’t the end of her inhuman wonders. The waist of her simple lavender dress was done up with a neatly tied bow, hanging off over her backside and revealing just how sinfully small her middle was. The center of a lewd hourglass that bloomed up into the largest pair of tits the boy had ever seen with his own eyes. They were ridiculously huge, yet resting perkily on her chest even without a bra; a fact he only knew because of how clearly her thumb-wide nipples were outlined by her wispy garment. Each he tried to compare to something, but the best he could come up with through an arousal-addled mind was that a whole middle schooler could probably be balled up and fit in each one of the monumental symbols of sexuality.

Had he fallen asleep browsing through some of the more lurid porn in his collection, and this was all just a dream concocted from his sexual frustrations and desires? There was no way she, any of this, could be real.

“Sorry,” the over-stacked woman offered, running her slim fingers through her long blonde hair to brush it out of her face, over her shoulder, and reveal what was more than a foot of dark cleavage peeking out from the low cut top of her risqué dress.

It seemed like she may have more to say, but once the hyper-curved woman turned her violet-hued gaze his way, she stopped. The grown woman stared at him, the beautiful features of her face locked in a look of familiarity, as if the sight of the redheaded boy were stirring something within her; something long forgotten.

Ryan couldn’t help his nerves at such a creature giving him any sort of attention. Had she noticed he was hard? He certainly had, shuffling on his feet to try and hide the obvious tent he was making at the sight of her. “Um, Miss?”

She snapped to, perking up and dipping into a bow that threatened to have her breasts spilling out between her spaghetti straps. “I’m sorry Ryan.”

How did she know his name? The idea that this was all some fantasy seemed much more likely, though the felling of his dick chaffing against his pants was fighting that notion with everything it had. “No need to apologize Miss,” he tried to console her, reaching a hand out, but afraid to touch someone so provocative to just look at.

“Miss…?” she tried to urge him onwards with a hopeful grin.

Should he remember her? A small part of him felt maybe, just from how she was acting. He was sure he would have remembered someone with such a figure though, even if she was just a famous camgirl he frequented of something. She had to be a handful of years older than him, and she definitely wasn’t one of the teachers so the redheaded boy was just left with a blank.

“I’m sorry Miss, I don’t think we've met,” he apologized, trying to keep his gaze upward from her canyon of cleavage.

Just those words visibly seemed to upset her, that eager smile shifting into a sad frown. “You don’t remember?”

It didn’t last long. The rear door opened once more, releasing the sound of clicking heels into the room as an attractive redhead joined them. Out of the corner of his eye Ryan watched the mysterious woman saunter up, with wide rolls of her sensual hips, and grab a handful of the blonde’s scrumptious rear in her sleek fingers.

“Alice, what have I told you?” the fiery-haired woman purred, tipping her head. The shadows cast from her wide brimmed witch’s cap shifted over her face, revealing her shining gold eyes, and the teasing smirk of her ruby-painted lips.

Immediately the oversexualized woman perked back up. “Madam,” she chirped happily as the oddly dressed woman stretched up on her tippy toes to plant a kiss firmly on her lips. “You said to behave with our guest, you were right here for me.”

The witch gave a nod, running her hand up through the dip in the extremely curvy woman's back. “That’s right,” she cooed happily, “you’re my special girl, and I'm going to make sure everything is just right for you.”

With that, the “Madam” turned her attention to Ryan. “Hello there, and welcome to Madam Materia’s Magical Menagerie,” she greeted with a gesture out to the floor with her free hand, only to have it return and land lovingly on one of Alice's gigantic teats. “You’ve already met my Alice, and I'm the titular Madam Materia; though Matty is just fine for customers.”

Watching her actions, and looking her over, the young adult couldn’t help but be titillated. While no one could ever hold a candle to the blonde bombshell, that didn’t stop this Matty woman from being any less of a sight. Her ornate form of dress complimented her figure, a carefully placed cravat doing well to tickle the imagination of her supple bust, pushed up and together by a colourful corset and brassiere. Her hips flared beautifully too, swaying as she openly snuggled up close to her “special girl”.

The trim boy needed a moment to collect himself; and not appear too flagrantly turned on by the pair's public displays of affection. “So uh, this is a store then?” he stammered, trying to keep his gaze up at the redhead’s golden eyes, and not everything else on display. “I didn’t see any prices.”

“We don’t accept money here. Seeing the results of our work is all the compensation we need here,” the witchy woman explained, again running her hand over Alice’s body as she admired her, making the hyper-buxom girl quiver delightedly.

With one last little peck of a kiss, which the blonde happily returned to her Madam with a smile, the titular character sauntered up to her guest. “So, what brings you in here?” she wondered aloud, rhetorically if the knowing gaze she was laying upon him was any indication. “Mortals don’t find the Menagerie unless there’s something that, quote unquote, real life, is failing to provide.”

She was close, close enough he could take a quick peek down and see into her bosom. It was hard to think of something he didn’t have is his life, all things considered. Giving it more than a second however, and with his present company, his mind drifted to the same thing it had all afternoon: Julianne.

He vividly imagined having what the two girls had with each other. Walking into the room to have Julianne greet him with a warm smile. To take her in his arms and taste what her kiss was like, to let his hands roam over her body. Then the unrealistic side of his perversions kicked in, his dream girl filling out to unrealistic proportions like the over-buxom woman standing just in front of him, Alice. What he wouldn’t give to have a girl like that his own in real life.

“I guess I wish I had what you have,” he admitted to the redhead.

A knowing smirk crossed the witch's lips. “A girl like Alice?” she called him out, slipping around him like some sinuous temptress and resting her hands upon his shoulders. “Perfect, natural, shapely in all the right ways and loyal to a fault.”

The blonde perked up on her toes, looking about ready to leap forward. “You could have me,” she offered hopefully, only to have her Madam release the boy to come to her.

“He can’t stay here Alice sweetheart,” Matty told her, resting her fingertips on the girl’s hips, “and I'm not sure I could give you up,” she nuzzled into the girls neck, nibbling on her playmate's perfect skin, “Besides, we both know his heart is set on another.”

It was hard for the curvy girl to be disappointed when she was getting such lavish attention from the loving redhead, yet you could still hear it in her voice when she spoke. “Julianne,” she sighed, hugging in closer to the witch and smothering her in soft tit.

Ryan froze. How could they possibly know? It wasn’t like it was something he broadcast out there. “Have you been spying on me?” he accused, trying to regain a little footing in whatever was going on.

“Oh please Ryan, as if I'd stoop to something so mundane,” the redhead giggled, barely paying him heed as she stroked up Alice's side to keep her satisfied. “Mortals are easy to read, eighteen year olds more so. You’re like a children’s book I can flip three pages in and know the ending.”

Something about the confidence by which the woman spoke had him flushing, again shifting to hide his arousal as he watched her groping the fantasy girl. “Now,” she whispered to the blonde, giving her another sensual kiss, “let me get him what he desires.”

“Yes Madam,” Alice chirped, her good cheer having returned.

With that the pair parted their embrace, keeping their hands on one another every possible second until the witch was carried off on her clicking heels. Hips swaying sensually she made her way amongst the shelves, moving with purpose and precision to pluck out a small bound leather pouch. “Here it is.”

This was still odd beyond reckoning, but at the same time, real or not, he was tempted by his curiosity. “What is it?” the redheaded boy asked as the witch placed the packet in his open palms.

“The same thing that fulfilled my precious Alice's dreams,” the woman cooed, giving the boy a rather patronizing pat on the cheek.

A girl so perfect could have dreams? Regardless Ryan took a moment to peek, pulling open the little bag with his fingertips to reveal what looked just like purple sand; maybe even finer as he dipped his digits in an took up a light pinch. “What do I do with it?”

Matty rolled her golden eyes. “So many questions,” she teased, wandering back to her buxom toy and giving her a squeeze. “Just give a little to your Julianne, and she'll bend the world to make you happy,” accentuating her point she pulled the blonde down for a passionate kiss, nearly knocking her hat if her free hand hadn’t caught it.

As the two shared their moment, the boy's dark eyes lingered on this new gift he'd been given. Just a little dust and she would be his. Could it really be so easy? He could feel his heart hammering with excitement, his mind racing to rationalize his possibilities. She would make him happy, but would he make her? Of course he would, he would be a great husband, and do everything in his power to make the love is his life the happiest in the world.

If any of this was real. It still felt like any second now Ryan would wake up at his desk or in his room and realize how silly this dream really was. Especially as he brought his gaze back up to watch the two beauties fondling one another. “Alright, I guess I'll be going then?” he offered, not wanting to interrupt.

The witch offered him a small wave, not taking her lips off her playmate. With his okay the leave the boy turned on his heel, still doing his best to hide his stiffy as he made his way to the door. Behind him Alice broke the embrace, looking out at the redheaded boy sadly as he left.

“Hey darling, don’t worry,” her Madam cooed, turning the blonde’s head to face her. “I told you, I'll take care of things for you.”" - A Harem His Own by Madam Materia

Caregiver

Welcome to Madam Materia's Magical Menagerie! Wow, it feels like forever since I've said those words. XD This was the voted story on the poll, since I couldn't decide which one to introduce the newest member of the Menagerie staff, conceived by Error Prone, Alice. And no worries, she'll be with us for a good while after all this is you like her.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1XZ46KeQhEzOmpQL13XP38zbbQA6bPRFFIL3wYj11bqU/edit?usp=sharing

A google doc link for Patreons to enjoy, and of course the attached PDF and docx versions. This one was an interesting one, that took a few twists during writing I didn't expect. It was nice to get back to my roots a bit though, and the mythos of the Menagerie.

Welcome to Madam Materia's Magical Menagerie. Today a begrudged lover wanders into our midst, wishing for an end to the one-sided lifestyle that's developed between her and her partner. Perhaps some big changes will help turn the situation on it's head?

The Sanguine Angels

So, this is something I've wanted to post up here for a bit, but there wasn't much of an entry point. That is, I'm the type to do stuff like keep journals and extensive notes from my RPG tables and whatnot, even occasionally turning them into new stories and characters (Kasumi actually came from one such origin!). My currently active Starfinder game, I keep my character's captains log, and format it as such, but as I said, there's not much entry way seeing as that was going on for a long while before I started a Patreon.

Now though, I've got a new something starting, a local Slow Grow league for 40k, and it's using the new 9th edition Crusade format. I.E. stat lines, story progression, and more. There's also an incentive to do the narrative as you go along, so I'm taking to it full tilt!

The rules of the Slow Grow are simple, it goes from Sept 1st to June 30th, so ten months. Each month, I'll be required to paint 15 Power worth of models for my army, so a couple of models each month that'll be posted up like I was my Sisters. A model cannot be started until the 1st of the month, and much be finished by the end of it, so there's a pretty strict timeline for getting things done, this might affect writing a bit, but I've got a relatively low model count army so, shouldn't be too much of a hiccup. There are also 5 mandatory battle days to attend, which will be the larger points of the narrative, however players are free to have battles between themselves in the interim (it's even recommended).

In addition, there's narrative elements. So that'll mean about 3-4 uploads each month I'm going to do related to the Slow Grow. One with finished models, one like what's going to be attached now which is a narrative chapter for introducing the new characters to the crusade, and probably one depicting a battle, getting closer to their goal, or going into some more lore about the army and their lost Matron.

I think it'll be fun. It's not going to be lewd in nature (sorry), but it's going to be a fun flex of narrative and character based skills. A bit of a peek into the non-erotic aspects that are Matty, that I talk about a lot on the Discord server.

So yeah, hope you enjoy this little introductory/teaser chapter to the Sanguine Angels crusade's main characters! (Further entries, as well as painted models, will be limited to the 3$+ Patreon tiers.)

Moving! :D

Another public update post for all the peeps.

So, everything has worked out with the new apartment, I signed the lease yesterday and got me move in date. This time next week I'm going to be moving into my new home!

That does mean a few things though, the biggest one as it affect you all, my Patrons and readers, is that I'll be gone a few days. I'll have to move in, get the internet set up, order furniture etc. for the new place. Not to mention getting as many of my mail things swapped over as I can remember, update IDs, yadda yadda. It's going to be a lot to do, and I'm going to estimate about a week of downtime most likely. I'll still have mobile data for my phone, and interacting with my discord communities, but since basically all of my writing is saved on Cloud, at least until the net is hooked up I'm going to be out of commission for writing.

At worst, it should be a week I'm completely gone (hopefully). Then as said there's going to be a lot of getting things in order. Food shopping, furniture cause Imma need a bed, and a desk to work at minimally. Having checked the outlets in the place I don't think I'll need extra power bars or anything, so once I just have some basic comforts I should be fine.

I'm going to try to get Caregiver to Patreon Exclusive status before I'm gone (so within the week), I'm about 7k in, but there's unfortunately a few things that I'm attending or need doing in that time as prep. Last minute packing, and I'm a 40k nerd with a new edition coming out (and they're doing a midnight release for the core book so I'm tied up from 6-12 tomorrow, basically losing me most of a day). I'm also going to see about scheduling the Moxie's vote for August so that it goes up even if I'm still net-less.

One last thing on this update, is I really wanted to thank everyone. Again. None of this would be possible without the support I get from my Patrons, and my commission clients. I hope to continue to grow as an author, and be able to continue to move up in the world to a place where I'm comfortable and able to work more freely, without all of these worries I've had over the past few weeks dealing with this.

Emergency Notice Update

Alright, so update on the emergency situation from a few weeks back.

I've found a nice little place all my own, so I'll be safe in that regard, not gonna be homeless or anything. I officially move in Aug 1st, which will probably mean that there's a small disruption in my uploads while I wait for my internet to be moved over to the new place. I'm going to try and get Caregiver done before the end of the month for Patreon upload, and put the Moxie's Mates 8 vote to publish on the appropriate day as a scheduled post so everything is still up on time.

The bigger thing is I'm probably going to have to rework my Patreon goals. This new place is a little more expensive than my current situation, so my overall cost of living has risen between higher rent and a new insurance plan I'm required to have (which isn't a bad thing honestly). I'll have more time to myself though without a roommate harassing me, plus with COVID restrictions lessening again this Friday, I might also have some me time to get away from the desk.

There are a few things I'll need to get to get fully set up in the new place. A new desk to work at, a bed. I'm starting completely fresh, this place in unfurnished, so I'll likely be set back for a while. I'm in a good enough spot though it shouldn't be too bad.

I want to preemptively thank everyone who's supported me so far, between Patreon, commissions, even just those who favorite and share my work around. It means *so much to me, and I hope I can continue to deliver higher and higher quality with this new space.

Caregiver - Preview

Been a while since a Menagerie tale preview.  Kinda forgot my format (and a bit of the Matty character, since I haven't written her in so long). ^///^" I think it was like this, the opening scene.

Hopefully you enjoy!

"Jesse let out a heavy sigh, running her fingers through her pitch-black hair in the few seconds of relief she was awarded between finishing work and returning home. She wished she had a cigarette, so badly she wished it, but had started quitting months ago for her girlfriend’s health. The girl even reflexively fished through her pockets to look for her pack, as if maybe she might magically find it despite not having thrown out her last so long ago.

“Fuck,” she cussed to herself, distracting her hands by fixing the collar of her blouse. Her eyes however, ended up wandering to find something magical indeed.

There wasn’t a door in this alley before, let alone one so old fashioned against the modern façade of the office building it appeared on. Was she hallucinating? A closer inspection, stepping up and resting her hand on the small brass handle, made such an idea very unlikely. Turning the knob in her fingers the slim girl pushed her way inside, amazed to see a sprawling interior of shelves adorned with all variety of odd knickknacks.

Unable to help her curiosity she continued inside the little shop, just to have a quick look around before she had to return to her girlfriend at home. There was a woman wandering about, her back to Jesse as she awkwardly swept with her elbows all the way out to the sized. Long golden blonde hair flowed down her back, over the wide swell of her plush bottom, and down past her knees. Her own dark locks were only past shoulder length, and that was a pain to keep up, so she could only imagine how hard it was for the thicker girl to maintain that much hair and keep it so perfect. It was far from her only surprise though.

“Hello,” the guest made a vie to perhaps get some service or information about this strange place.

The blonde perked up in shock, turning around to reveal her absolutely monstrous bust. No wonder she was holding the broom so strangely, they jutted out from her chest by feet, and hung down to her waist in perfectly rounded teardrops. How she wasn’t tumbling down just from their weight the more lean cut woman had no idea. Maybe only because of the size if her rear, balancing her out in an extreme hourglass?

Jesse was staring wide eyed, though the overly curvy woman didn’t seem to mind. She simply gave a small giggle. “Oh, a customer,” she chirped, bouncing on her toes and setting her inhuman proportions into motion. “Hold on, I'll go fetch Madam.”

She might as well have said nothing the dark-haired woman was so distracted. Too busy watching the excitable girl hop off, her tits swaying and slapping against each other in the confines of her practically painted on dress as she made her way to the back room.

A moment later she returned with this “Madam”. A peculiar redheaded woman, wearing a gaudy wide brimmed witch's hat that cast most of her face in shadow. It did nothing to diminish the gold hue of her eyes however; they shone brightly, seeming to stare right through the guest to her little shop.

“Hello there, welcome to Madam Materia's Magical Menagerie,” she exclaimed proudly, puffing out her chest to show it off. Compared to the blonde’s explosive size she may as well have had mosquito bites, but that didn’t mean the large over-handfuls weren’t impressive in their own right, adding curves to the woman’s lithe frame. “I’m the titular Madam Materia, though Matty is just fine for customers. My associate Alice tells me I can help you find something?” she gestured to the hyper-proportioned girl standing next to her, broom held nervously into her bust as if watching and waiting for something.

Jesse raised her hands apologetically. “Oh, sorry uh, Madam Matty. I wasn’t really looking for anything, just kind of browsing.”

The redhead gave a giggle, hiding her darkly painted lips with a delicate hand. “We all have something we're wishing for Jesse,” she mused, walking over to the counter of her little store and sitting herself down. “Sometimes it’s as simple as a smoke.”

How did she know her name? The smoke the trim girl could play off, there were enough smokers in the city that was an easy enough assumption to guess, but her name. “How-“

“The 'magical' part of that introduction I went through earlier darling,” the witchy Madam finished the thought with a wry smirk.

There wasn’t such a thing, there had to be more to it. At the same time though, this was an old fashioned storefront somehow taking up the first floor of an office building. “Okay so, assuming that I believe you, what’s your deal then?” the black-haired woman questioned, letting her blue eyes linger on the woman suspiciously.

Matty replied with a coy smile. “Like I said, we all have something we're wishing for,” she purred, letting her golden gaze drift lovingly to her hyper-sized employee. “Mortals don’t find the Menagerie unless there’s something they need that, quote unquote, real life fails to provide them.”

That last bit struck a cord, “providing”; it was the whole reason Jesse wanted that smoke in the first place. It felt like that was all her life was anymore, going to work to make a living, them coming home to take care of her girlfriend Eve. There was no time for herself, it was just work and Eve.

It wasn’t that she didn’t still love the girl. They had started off as friends in high school, both playing that same game all gay teens did: pretending your hardest to be straight. Neither really needed more excuse to be labeled as outcasts. Jesse had been the typical rebel, taking up smoking and secluding herself from everyone to protect herself, and Eve was prone to illness. She had a chronic condition that could have her suddenly sick, and needing go home for the rest of the day. Nobody wanted to hang out with “the sick girl” for all the stigma, nobody but the dark-haired loner girl. Maybe because, even back then, they could just tell they were lesbians?

They ended up coming out to one another in senior year, both intending to at the same time no less, leading to a cute and awkward exchange that sealed the deal for them as a couple. The pair moved in together as soon as they could, to get away from the scrutinising eyes of their parents, and things seemed good; for a while anyways. They both had jobs until Eve's condition started to worsen, then she was forced to quit, leaving Jesse to take the full burden of supporting their situation.

Over the past few years it had drained her, leaving the working woman resentful of her partner. Resentful she had to quit smoking, that she had to constantly work, and do the shopping, and make dinner. She still loved her, but sometimes she just wished maybe she wasn’t always the one taking care of her; that the tables could be turned and maybe she could be the one to lay down and be taken care of for a bit.

“Ali, why don’t you give our fine guest a little shoulder rub?” the redhead ordered more than suggested. “There’s a lot bothering her.”

The blue-eyed woman perked nervously. “W-what?” she stammered.

“Yes Madam,” the buxom blonde chirped, setting her broom against the wall and skipping over to comply with her boss’ wishes.

Redness filled Jesse's face, feeling those soft, squishy breasts pressing into her back. The girl’s hands reached over the great orbs to take hold of her shoulders, and with expert grace in her dextrous hands, she started to knead away the knots and tension.

The gaudy shopkeeper got to her feet, walking by with clacks of her spatted heels against the hard floor as she examined the shelves. “Now then, what best to help you’re your little problem,” she mused, running her fingers along the items she kept on display.

“I didn’t-“ she started to reply, only to have Alice pull her a little tighter into her cleavage and sink her digits deep enough to make the trim girl moan.

Matty gave a giggle. “You didn’t have to. Magical, remember?” she teased, perking up and plucking a small box off the shelf. “Here we are,” the witch skipped back to her customer and held out the item for her.

The busty blonde stepped back, letting the dark-haired woman focus once more and take the offered object. The same curiosity that had pulled her into this strange place now had her peeking under the lid, finding a simple looking metal bracelet within; the kind of thing getting peddled in shams all over the web for “wellness”.

A smile cracked the guest's lips, and she couldn’t help breaking into a laugh. “Oh my god, you can’t be serious?” she rubbed the beginnings of tears out of her eyes, turning them to the charlatan. “I knew this was all some sort of con.”

The redhead was unfazed, a grin spreading across her face in reply. “Assuming it was a con, how did I know that your girlfriend Eve back home was the type of person that might be the target for one of these fake 'cures',” she countered, regurgitating one of the girl's statements from earlier.

Once more a chill went up Jesse’s spine. The question was alright running through her head of “how”, and she already knew the answer. The tricky woman was already mouthing it just as she was having the thought.

Swallowing thickly she looked back down at the simple silver trinket. “So, what do I do with it?” she asked.

“Just give it to your lover,” Matty answered, beckoning her curvy associate over with her hand and tickling the blonde under the chin. “I should take care of the issue, make her a bit more dependable, like Alice here.”

Again the guest was staring, inciting a small giggle from the hyper-proportioned girl that made her once more blush. More like Alice? She could still vividly feel what that earlier shoulder rub was like, making her flush with a shameless arousal.

Magic she said? What was there to lose? “Alright,” she relented, letting a small amount of something fill her. Maybe it was hope for a solution? Or perhaps something darker, a little more selfish in her desire for Eve to be better. “How much?”

The witch simply waved a hand. “We don’t take money here,” she answered with that same grin on her lips. “Seeing the results of my work is reward enough.”" - Caregiver by Madam Materia

Commission: Pop Sensation - Chapter One

Damn, it's been forever since I was able to put up something. Those of you probably know why, it hasn't been a particularly kind couple of months, without much sign of things getting better in the short term. This piece was pretty long, and required a good amount of back and forth with the client to get every little bit just right, so mix those two things, and the time frame wasn't too bad. Worse than I would have liked it, but not too bad.

I'm hoping things improve, I get a small reprieve to work on the Menagerie next, and will be opening three new commission slots that'll hopefully help the money situation. I'm also thinking of changing the Patreon to Public release window from twenty days to one week, just so that I can keep that active and hopefully increase some short term traffic. I'm not 100% sold on the idea yet though.

Anyway, the description:

A Madam Materia commission. Welcome to Japan, a land of delicious food, pop idols, and trying to figure out how you're going to make rent as a foreigner trying to eke out a living in the land of the rising sun. Meet our hero Sam, who finds himself in the position of acting as a historical consultant for an oddly themed idol group, the Liberty Girls. A job that may have just a bit more going on beneath the surface of those flashy costumes than he was bargaining for.

Emergency Circumstances

Hello everyone, this is a matter of emergency that I felt needed to be brought to people's awareness.

Some may know, I currently live in a shitty room, with a frankly shitty person. Said shitty person, feels as if I have "disrespected" them, to the point that I am being kicked out. I have two months to somehow manage to find a new place (something I have attempted to do for a long while now, that was one of the original reasons for starting this Patreon in the first place). I'm not going to go into the full details of this "disrespect", it's frankly stupid, and petty, but I'll summarize it to I called them out on repeated lying about the financial costs of my living with them.

As a result of this emergency situation, I have to place the whole of my focus on it. My current projects will have to be put on the back burner, though I will try to finish my outstanding commissions. Until I can find somewhere stable to be...

I'm angry, I'm upset, and rightfully, I'm scared. I've been scared of this for a long while. I've been trying to reach out to friends, hoping that maybe there's someone who can help. I'm still far too deep in debt, and my income is still far too low for me to apply for something myself.

I'm still kind of in shock. I feel like there's more I should say, or should be able to say, but it's just not there.

Commission: Pop Sensation - Chapter 1 - Preview 3

Whoo, this one took a lot of back and forth go get just right, but it's finally ready. Last preview before the end of the commission, I'm hoping to have it out before the end of the month. It's a bit of a long one, but, enjoy. XD

 

"When Sam woke to his alarm the next morning, a part of him wondered if maybe the whole of yesterday had been a dream. There weren't a bunch of buxom, beautiful singers in an American Revolution themed pop group. He didn’t have a job, working as a historical consultant for a big music company. His burly thug boss hadn’t threatened him, and given him an envelope full of money for taking said job. It honestly seemed absurd the more he thought about it, but he pushed himself out of bed and saw the bright packaging of his snack splurge still in his wastebasket; and the warehouse keys on his nightstand.

Nope, it was real.

He shut off his alarm, gave Sue and Marty a good watering, and popped in some toast while he worked on packing a bento. He didn’t want to be just gorging on the girl’s snack table after all, and some real food would be just what the doctor ordered. He was finished up in time for the toaster to pop, jam up his slice; with the new spread of course. There was no describing how good fresh flavours were in his mouth after just staying above water for so long. And rush out the door to catch the early train.

Miss Sato caught him running, cleaning the balcony as usual. “Have a good day Ramses-san!” she called to him with a wave. The tall boy waved back, nearly tripping in his rush to get to the station, and getting a small laugh from the elderly woman.

With time to spare Sam finished his breakfast at the station, checking for crumbs on his shirt as the train rolled in. It was a typical ride, even a half hour earlier. A little more breathing room, but there were still the comments and the sidelong glances. They poured off downtown, and on long, jogging, steps he rushed to get the warehouse stage open.

The place certainly had a different aura about it without the girls or Kanaszuchi there. There was none of the discussion over notes, no muttering from Sakura, none of the clicks from Asumi’s phone. All he could hear was the dull dropping of his shoes against the hard floor, echoing back to him.

Nothing to do but wait. He made his way over to the snack table, currently barren, with the chairs folded up and resting against the wall. Was he supposed to set them up? It couldn’t hurt, so setting down his lunchbox he pried himself open a chair. In time to be interrupted by a knock on the door.

One of the girls? They gave a second knock, not bothering to check and see the door was unlocked. If nothing else, Sam came to the conclusion it wouldn’t be Sakura; the blonde wouldn’t have hesitated to burst in on him.

Crossing the warehouse, he opened the door for whoever it was, and was greeted by a small team of individuals. They wore simple uniforms and aprons, marked with the Happy Light logo over their chest. “Catering,” the woman at their head stated, pointing back to the cart they were escorting. “Kanaszuchi-san said to expect someone new.”

“That would be me,” the American nodded, backing away to let them through. That answered one question. They filtered in, immediately getting to work setting things up with professionalism, even avoiding moving his bento out of the way.

As he was about to close the door, another person arrived; Asumi stepped through the portal, already slowly tapping her way through her phone. “Morning Sasaki-san,” the boy offered kindly.

It took her a moment to pull her attention away from her phone. “Oh,” she seemed almost surprised to be being addressed. “Good morning Samuel-kun,” she replied politely, before returning to her phone.

That was about what he expected, he couldn’t lie. He couldn’t be that much younger than her though, could he? Either way, with catering busily preparing things, it was basically just the two of them there. It couldn’t hurt to keep talking, get to know the siren-like singer a bit better. “You spend a lot of time on your phone Sasaki-san,” he noted, as politely as he could manage, in hope of not offending her. “Chatting with fans?”

Once more she paused before answering. “Um, no,” the elegant woman replied, almost embarrassingly, as she lowered her phone and adjusted a stray strand of her long dark hair.

An odd response. He didn’t mean to be rude, or make her uncomfortable. “I’m sorry Sasaki-san, I just assumed. You’ve got such a beautiful voice I couldn’t imagine you not having fans from high school or something.”

“I doubt I would still have fans from back then,” Asumi told him, trying to get back to her phone.

That surprised him. “It can’t have been that long ago,” Sam reasoned. “I mean, you must still connect with your friends on Facebook or something. Right Sasaki-san?”

The question just seemed to bother her more, the lithe girl turning away from him, shutting him out before she spoke. “Face book. That’s the one for sharing your life, yes?”

It was his turn to pause. Facebook was almost synonymous with the internet in some places, it was hard to believe someone didn’t know about it. “Um, yeah I suppose that’s as good a description as any for it,” he mused. “It’s a social media platform.”

“Is it like the instant telegram one?” the dark haired girl asked.

Telegram? It was such an outdated word it took him a minute to register in his brain what she was asking. “You mean Instagram?”

“Yes,” she confirmed, holding out her phone to him. “The company would like me to take 'selfies' to post to that one. Keiko has helped me with taking the pictures, but I cannot find them.”

That was it? She was just looking for pictures? “Okay Sasaki-san,” the teacher in him from yesterday shone through, “show me what you’re doing, let's see if I can’t help.”

If he knew the mess he was getting into, he might not have offered. There was a full minute of the curvy girl standing next to him, one finger on the screen, browsing around in search of something. All without saying a word. She would get into her app list, pause, her dark eyes scanning the screen, only to not find whatever it was she was looking for and eventually round back to her home screen to start over. She passed Instagram at least four different times, cluing him in to the fact she really didn’t know what she was doing.

“Here,” he reached in, stopping her cycling and tapping the app. He wasn’t sure why he expected anything other than the login screen that greeted them. “We’ll have to log in to post anything Sasaki-san.”

Gingerly she tapped the box, awkwardly typing in the information with a single finger. They were answered with a glorious red “incorrect password” notice when she finished, causing her to turn to him. “It didn’t work,” she pointed out the obvious, leaning on him for guidance.

Once again he was simply stunned. “Sasaki-san, do you have an Instagram account?”

She only responded with a blank stare, one that let him see the hints of blue hidden in those deep irises. They were thankfully saved from the awkwardness by another of the Liberty Girls bursting through the door.

Unlike Asumi, who'd arrived already done up in her Jefferson costume, Kazuko hopped in on her toes, looking like a completely different woman. The girl’s bright red hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, out of her face, keeping it from hiding any of what she had on display.

“Morning Asumi, Samuel-san,” she greeted, adjusting a heavy-looking bag over her shoulder. A pair of white workout shorts tightly hugged her shapely rear, while a matching sports bra was so stretched over her chest, that he could make out the hard outlines of her nipples. It struggled to keep her in up top, soft, squishy flesh pouring out over the sides and neck of the ill fitting garment.

Considering all he’s seen yesterday, Sam couldn’t tell if she was just stubborn, or in denial about how big she was. Either way, it couldn’t have been comfortable. Or maybe it was very comfortable? Seeing how rigidly her little nubs were tenting the almost sheer fabric.

The taller of the two women gave a small chuckle, wearing one of the first smiles Sam had ever seen on her lips. “I should have guessed you would convince them to let you run the way here Kazuko,” she shook her head, making her shining black hair dance around her. “I hope you weren't too much of a pest.”

“Guilty,” the redhead playfully stuck out her tongue in response, her breaths slightly laboured, and red tinting her cheeks; not to mention the healthy sheen of sweat from her run.

Despite it all however, the energetic girl was rocking her hips back and forth on, setting her curvy body in motion and her ruby ponytail flowing in waves. “My driver still followed me the whole way here,” she shook her head with a chuckle and opened up her bag, fetching a water bottle and tossing a small towel over her shoulder.

“Oh, Samuel-san!” she dug back into her bag, coming out with a small stack of sheets, “I made some changes to the script, based on what you said yesterday. Think you could check them over?”

It took him a short pause before he could respond, needing to pull out of his stupor at the girl’s getup. “Sure Takahashi-san,” it was his job after all, as their historical consultant. Plus it got him out of potentially having to try and run Asumi through password recovery.

“Cool,” she grinned widely, giving him a pat on the arm. “Let me know if there’s any problems before I share the revision with the other girls,” and with that she skipped past them, making her way to a nice open spot of the practice space for some post workout stretches.

The dark haired lead singer didn’t seem to mind too much, wandering her way over to the stage and resuming her attempts to figure out her phone. The caterers were finishing up as well, opening up his place at the table once more. A quick scan of the table Sam spotted his little lunch, tucked out of the way, in the corner of the table, by the staff. A perfect spot to sit down and look things over. Just a cursory glance of Kazuko’s changes, as he sat down to read it over, showed the girl had taken what they'd discussed to heart; and he could help a small swell of pride at that.

While he went over the script, the next member of the group arrived, Sam only catching her entering from the corner of his eye. The over-buxom Meiku wandered in, carrying with her a small bento, not dissimilar to the boy's own. Behind her glasses she wore a light smile, far from the vacant finger sucking of yesterday, and immediately those dark eyes set to searching for Kazuko.

The two caught each other, and the redheaded runner broke into a wide grin, bouncing on her toes with eager excitement. From where he was sitting he couldn’t quite hear what they were saying, but through their body language he was able to piece together a little narrative.

The shortest of the girls greeted her friend, and was greeted with a tight hug. Kazuko’s hands wandered, cupping the girl’s fat bottom, though the real show was their breasts docking. Not even her costume’s dual vest and coat could stop Meiku’s over-large tits pushing up towards both their faces. After a few seconds however, the runner shot up, rubbing the back of her head in what he assumed to be an apology. Considering the sweat he could still see, glistening on the sun kissed skin of her abs and neck, he had a pretty good idea for what.

Whatever the reason for the apology however, Meiku didn’t seem to mind. After a few words, she opened up her little bento, and any awkwardness the affectionate redhead had was immediately replaced by a look of childlike wonder that filled her face. Her fingers dipped into the offering, coming out with a beautifully decorated confectionery, possibly a cupcake? It was hard to tell from this distance, and bringing it to her mouth for a big bite.

If what Asumi had said was true, about the girls needing to take selfies for posting, then right here was the perfect, million hits, shot. Kazuko lit up with pure, innocent bliss; a small smattering of icing, probably buttercream, spotting her lower lip as she savoured the dessert. It was adorable, the girl undoubtedly speaking praise between chews, as she wallowed in the delight of her treat.

With another little hug, and a pat on the bottom, they parted, the redhead filling her mouth with the rest of her dessert while Meiku started her way towards the table. The moment her dark eyes caught sight of him, one hand slowly lifted from her little bento, and her index finger was lewdly slipped between her lips up to the second knuckle.  And just like yesterday, she was back to unabashedly staring at him from behind her spectacles, looking him up and down, fixing on him and his crotch as she approached.

Maybe he could pull her back? Kazuko and Asumi both had ways to crack through the surface, maybe he could manage the same with Meiku? “Good morning Watanabe-san,” he greeted her with a wave as she placed her box of desserts on the table, still staring at him. “Did you make those yourself?”

His address gave her pause, but it had the intended effect. Slowly her finger popped from her mouth, and she spoke. “Um, yes.”

It wasn’t much, but it was progress. “Do you enjoy baking Watanabe-san? Those looked really good,” Sam complimented, to keep his momentum going.

That got a smile on her plump lips. “Yes. Very much,” she answered more confidently than before. “I made them for Kazuko, you will have to ask her if you can have one Samuel-san.”

“I just might,” he replied, still vividly remembering the look on the redhead’s face when she took that first bite; as well as something she'd mentioned yesterday. “So, Takahashi-san has a bit of a sweet tooth then?”

The change in her was visible. “Yes,” the girl replied, her smile dimming, and her tone becoming once more distant, as she'd resumed ogling him. Her spit-slicked digit went back between her lips, lightly dragging across her thick kissers.

He'd lost her, but at least he knew how he might be able to get her to open up more in the future.

“I’m so sorry Samuel-san!” the boy was startled by a sudden new voice beside him. He'd been so focused on talking with Meiku, he hadn’t noticed Keiko come in. The vested girl was now bowing low, her long, dark brown hair having poured over her shoulders, and was creating a perfect little window to where her breasts were squished together in their attempts to pour out of her top.

With pink in his cheeks, Sam pulled his gaze up from the sight. “What are you sorry about Kimura-san?” for the life of him, he couldn’t think of anything the girl had done to warrant needing to apologize.

She rose up, the swell of her handful breasts rolling back into their place within her shirt. “Yesterday, the things I said,” she answered, her own eyes drifting away from him awkwardly. “You didn’t deserve to be treated like that Samuel-san, you were a perfect gentleman. I should have stood up for you firmly, instead of playing the middle ground.”

That was it? “It’s not your fault,” he replied. “I was honestly fretting all night about dealing with Suzuki-san today. I can only imagine what it was like going home with her after all that.”

“She calmed down once we got back to the dorms,” the athletically built girl explained. “I think Kazuko’s right, Sakura’s just frustrated in… that way,” she trailed off with a shy blush.

“Hard to believe, considering her looks,” it slipped out from his thin lips before he'd even had the time to think about the implications. Immediately his face went red, as he struggled to backpedal. “N-not that you aren’t all absolutely gorgeous,” that wasn’t any better, contributing towards digging his own grave. “I-I just… It’s difficult to imagine her having any trouble finding a boyfriend. Or girlfriend,” he quickly added, trying to avoid another potential pitfall.

All the while, Keiko was giggling under her breath. “It’s more a matter of lack of opportunity than anything else,” she explained.

There was a small chance to save himself, something he remembered hearing about through the grapevine. “Is Happy Light really that strict about it?”

Once he mentioned their company, she collected herself, clearly looking contemplative of something before she finally spoke up. “It’s complicated. They don’t want any major issues or leaks that could affect our debut this weekend, so we've been pretty much limited to the Happy Light compound,” she answered as clinically as she could manage.

“That’s an understatement,” Kazuko interrupted, stepping in to fetch another treat from Meiku’s little box. “You’re the first guy they've let be around us for more than ten minutes Samuel-san. Well, who wasn’t Kanaszuchi-san or some hired security goon anyway.”

That was difficult to believe at face value, but from the awkward silence that fell over Keiko, the girl idly rubbing at her arm, it was probably true. “That sounds horrible,” was all the tall boy could really say.

The redhead just gave a shrug. “It’s just part of the job we signed up for,” she stated flatly. “If you can’t handle it, you can always leave,” and with that, bit into her second cupcake with a delightful little smile before slipping away with her bag to change.

It was a harsh way of looking at it, but it made sense. Everyone who ever talked about the music business always said it was cutthroat. No matter how exceptional the girls were, there were probably others waiting on their heels to take their place. Hell, with the number of groups they had under their belts, Happy Light probably had a few already lined up themselves.

“It’s not as bad as it sounds,” the history buff defended. “Once we finish with the debut on Sunday, things will lighten up.”

Any further conversation was cut off as the front door flew open, slamming into the wall and filling the hollow space with a bang that drew everyone’s attention. Sakura stood there in the doorway, positively aglow and wearing a grin on her painted lips that Sam could only describe as “flirty”. It made his heart sink, terrified of what kind of ideas were buzzing around in her head to have her so confident.

“Morning girls,” there was a lilting giggle in the blonde’s voice, and an excited bounce to her step that set her body moving. “Morning Samuel-san.”

“Morning Suzuki-san,” the plain boy offered back nervously as she continued her approach. He had nowhere to run, in his seat with his copy of their script to go over.

Thankfully, Keiko was there to defend him. “You're chipper this morning,” she pointed out, making sure to put herself between the buxom troublemaker and the American.

Sakura just smiled. “I know,” she replied simply. “I don’t know what it was, but last night, while I was masturbating, it was just like,” she made a lewd little pop sound with her full lips, before returning to her flirty grinning, “and all the tension just... melted away.” she sighed blissfully, raising her arms over her head in a lazy, and provocative, stretch.

There was a stunned silence that fell over the room, those present not entirely sure they'd seriously heard her openly talking about jilling off; especially after the huge fuss she’d made yesterday over such accusations. Both Keiko and Sam had gone red in the face, Asumi was looking up from her phone, neutral in expression save for how wide her eyes were processing what she heard, and Meiku seemed to have buried her finger deeper into her mouth while she listened. There was no correction though, no “gotcha” moment where the strawberry blonde let them off the hook for the joke. She just continued on like she'd just stated something as simple as the weather.

With clicks of her heels that exuded a seductive control, she walked right past her bandmate, plopping herself down in Sam's lap and laying one arm over his shoulder. Suddenly he was trapped, cut off from the other girls, with his heart hammering anxiously in his chest. All her antagonistic ploys from yesterday, and Kanaszuchi's threat about “touching the talent” were at the forefront of his mind. Hadn’t she said something about there being cameras? He could feel the colour draining from him, but he was simply too shocked to react in any meaningful way.

And then she spoke to him. “I’m sorry for how I acted yesterday Samuel-san,” her voice was a sultry whisper, cutting through the blaring sound of his own heartbeat. Her free hand touched his neck, trailing over his shoulder and down his chest. “I was just a little pent up, taking it out on you. Can you forgive me Samuel-san?”

She was getting closer, that smell of bleach less invasive than yesterday, but there were bigger things demanding his attention. Her heaving breasts were spilling over the edges of her jacket, pouring out towards the opening, towards him, as she continued to lean closer. The fact he noticed, that his eyes were wandering, trying to focus on anything that wasn’t her to find a way out and failing, only seemed to egg her on.

“He forgives you!” suddenly the blonde was being pulled off of him, yanked by the collar by a freshly costumed Kazuko.

Her arms slid off him, and she kept one leg brushing along his own until she was forced to her feet. “I don’t know, I think I could give a little more apology,” she suggested, lacking yesterday’s subtlety as she openly gazed at his cock, licking her lips.

Dammit he was hard. After contact like that, there was no helping an autonomic response, leaving him to just cross his legs and turn away with a flush of embarrassment. Not to mention, fear of what would happen if Kanaszuchi found out about this little incident.

“We have practice to get to,” the redhead reminded their leader, turning her attention to Sam. “So, do the revisions look okay Samuel-san?”

Right, the script. “They look good Takahashi-san,” he said, slightly stilted as he offered it back to her.

She gave a nod that set her fresh twin tail moving. “Alright, I made a few changes everyone,” she offered, handing out fresh copies for the other girls.

Keiko was certainly pleased, looking over the changes as everyone gathered for their pre-practice prep. Soon they were in their little huddle circle, as he'd seen them yesterday. “Alright, we should have this down in a few hours,” Sakura told them optimistically, before shooting a lustful smile the American's way. “Then maybe we can have a little fun?”" - Pop Sensation by Madam Materia

Potential Future Ideas

Sorry it's been a slow... While. there was some sort of error and I lost a bunch of work on the current commission. The next preview was supposed to be a while back, but I've had to try and rewrite, and recapture what I had.

That aside though, I've been thinking about a potential concept. Kind of a "What If?" scenario. In particular, it came from facts revealed in "Stop, Rewind, Regrow", the fact that Matty uses the Menagerie for her trickery with the ability to redo things. I got to thinking about some of the Menagerie items as well. Many people have asked for sequels to pieces which, I'm kind of against. It takes time to write stuff, and I wanna keep working on new ideas, rather than just re-hashing old ones.

One item in particular though was Desire, from "Always Watching". Desire was a living being of sorts, I'd like to imagine a type of succubus. this kind of conflicts with information put forward in the ongoing Menagerie Anthologies (Sins of the Past: Zyanya being the first part of that series)... None of that matters for what I'm presenting, it's just my own plot holes coming to the surface. XD

Anyway though, a potential idea would be doing a series of shorts that focused on the Menagerie specifically, rather than just customers. Whether it's Matty discovering items, like Desire in particular, through first hand experience, how Kasumi came to be working there (though that might be covered in Way of the Hero: Kasumi), just little tales. Less story, more shenanigans. This might be something better saved for later though, when the Menagerie is more solidly established by external pieces.

I dunno, so poll, to replace the best girl one from the beginning of the year. Just kind of to get a feel what people would think of a bit more of a comedy-series I guess? And where people sit on the outstanding projects.

Taxes?

Alright, so, Patreon seems to have placed it purely on creators to talk to their Patrons about their roll-out of taxes. Patreon has become required by international law to charge sales tax on Patronage, which, I mean, is fine. Sure. I really do not agree with the method of implementation, but I'm going to try my best (as someone good at math, not someone good at taxes) to explain it, as well as how I've chosen to set it up.

So, as of the other day, all tiers need to have listed benefits for the purpose of taxes. Even tiers like "Skulker" who's only thing is silent support, and the occasional preview. On top of that, each benefit needs to be filed into a category of what it is. This is because depending on where you live (you, the Patron) certain things may or may not qualify under sales tax. I... Obviously have no way of knowing these things. I would honestly prefer it if I could not apply taxes, because I don't really feel like I'm selling anything (which is technically inaccurate, I attach digital files to early access releases which does technically make those a sale), or that there was an option to just automatically deduct taxes from whatever someone's paying me. Keep the bill for the Patron the same, but my earnings docked for the tax. I can't do this, I can't even adjust my prices to account for the tax, because it's different depending on the country or state that you live in, not myself.

From what I can tell, Patreon are kinda being really skeezy about this, not only bucking the responsibility of informing users to individual creators, but, since I finished implementing the tax information into the tiers, even my highest tier Patrons have said they haven't noticed any change in the cost. So it's likely the tax may blindside a number of users. Creators also need to manually set the value of things for tiers with multiple benefits, with the default being just splitting every benefit value evenly among the cost of the tier. So... As an example, a Skulker's only benefit is previews, which falls under the tax category of "Early Access". Staff have five benefits, and are paying a significantly larger amount, and the default would say to tax the Staff on a value twenty times that of the Skulker, for the same benefit. There is no easy way to do this, the system doesn't recognize a benefit as being it multiple tiers, and adjust accordingly, everything is manual.

So, I have done my best to make this what I feel is fair, despite how much I despise this system. Price adjustment doesn't work, because everyone's tax values are different, but I think I've set it up so that the sales tax payed on each benefit should be the same across the board. With that said, I'm going to be transparent, and list each tier here, with the benefits, and what category they fall under, as well as the weight each benefit should be contributing towards the calculation of taxes.

Skulker

Previews (Early Access): 100% of 1$

Reader of Smut

Previews (Early Access): 33% of 3$

Exclusive Titles (Exclusive Posts and Updates): 64% of 3$

Moxie's Modders

Previews (Early Access): 20% of 5$ 

Exclusive Titles (Exclusive Posts and Updates): 40% of 5$

Moxie's Mods Voting (Exclusive Voting Power): 40% of 5$ 

Sponsor of Debauchery

Previews (Early Access): 10% of 10$

Exclusive Titles (Exclusive Posts and Updates): 20% of 10$

Moxie's Mods Voting (Exclusive Voting Power): 20% of 10$ 

Sponsor Credit (Patreon Recognition): 50% of 10$  

Menagerie Staff

Previews (Early Access): 1% of 100$

Exclusive Titles (Exclusive Posts and Updates): 2% of 100$

Moxie's Mods Voting (Exclusive Voting Power): 2% of 100$ 

Sponsor Credit (Patreon Recognition): 5% of 100$

 Staff Notice (Commissions (Digital)): 90% of 100$

As said, I've done my best, to the extent of math understanding I have, and the lack of tax understanding (I file my own taxes with a fill out form XP). As said, depending on where you live, your sales tax will be different, so this is fractions upon fractions. What this should do is essentially each benefit in a tier is only worth the additional value over the previous tier. So, if you live somewhere where Early Access is a taxable sale, it should always be only that 1$ that is taxed, no matter how much your total pledge is. Sharp eyed people may notice that Voting and Exclusives have the same tax percentage, it's because the jump between Skulker to Reader, and Reader to Modder, are both 2$, so I have essentially given them the same value.

If/when more tiers get added to the future, perhaps with different branches depending on the content I'm making at those times, I'm going to stick with this model. The value of any benefit is equal to the difference between the tier that introduces it, and a tier without it. I may end up needing to do things like split the Staff OC and the discount into two separate benefits at a later time as well, so this is by no means a permanent list, just what I have for now.

I'd like to point out, I also don't know how this applies to custom pledges, not that I have any, but just a point of interest. The FAQ for this whole tax nonsense was not only obtuse, only really saying "We have to charge taxes now, sorry lol!" and giving the estimates taxes for every country, but also, Patreon refused to allow me to sign into the support website. It just refused my password entirely, so not sure if that's cause I'm an 18+ creator and thus hidden by the system, or what. But if there was creator-specific access to information or assistance for this, I was denied it.

I'll reiterate it one more time, I think this is bullshit. I hope none of my supporters end up with a stupid amount of tax for my content, but I've made every accommodation I can think of while maintaining my ability to afford groceries.

Love you all, and thank you for your support through this.

- Madam Materia

The Next Menagerie Tale (Public)

 I've requested time off from commissions (once my current project is done), and there's new factors to consider for the next original piece. I figured my supporters deserved to have a say in the next piece, however that vote appears to have hit a deadlock. So these are a few of the backburner ideas that will fit with introducing a new (possibly temporary) staff member.

Caregiver: A story of two lesbian partners, one with a chronic illness. The healthy partner wishes she didn't have to constantly be taking care of her. Includes GTS, BE, AE.

Total Dominance: A man wishes for his girlfriend to be a super-sexy, ultra feminine Dominatrix 24/7. Includes TG, BE, AE.

I'll end the poll when I'm done my current project, the Patron vote will have priority if the deadlock is broken at that time, but for now, let's see what the people think.

New Commission Format/Scheduling

So I've been mulling this over for a while, with so many commissions rolling in, and so much more Patreon support lately (apologies for a slow feed btw, been sliding in and out of illness again), I should probably put a cap on how many commissions I'll take at a time. I'll be making this public, as well as probably posting something about it on external sites, but here's what I've come up with.

I don't wanna end up in the commission pile again like I did with "Stop, Rewind, Regrow", "Milk Girl", and "Pop Sensation" (the latter still in progress, hoping for another preview soon). I have Patreon obligations like Moxie's Mates (which will always get priority to be done before the end of any month, regardless of commission state), and now, multiple Patrons who get Menagerie OCs. That means there really needs to be more Menagerie content.

Before I got sick, my original goal was 1 Menagerie piece every 20 days. A grueling schedule, but it worked for a bit. Then I started painting again, picked up new hobbies, and, of course, got sick, so that schedule died. Plus I started getting much more popular for commissions. So Menagerie tales became once in a blue moon, and personal projects (that I would work on whenever I finished a Menagerie piece before a deadline) got pushed to the wayside.

So, in order to meet my obligations, I'm going to start having only 3 active commissions at a time, and then I'll be closing commissions until a Menagerie piece is done. So something like this, assuming the Commission pile is always at peak:

Menagerie Piece/Original Work
Commission
Commission
Commission
Menagerie Piece/Original Work
Commission
Commission
Commission
Menagerie Piece/Original Work

Of course, as mentioned, Moxie's Mates will be happening throughout this. I'm also going to add a guarantee that anyone who spends at least 1 month on the 100$ tier for the OC reward, that they will be in at least 1 Menagerie piece, as a sponsor, and with their OC present, even if I don't end up writing one while they remain a Patron (I know a few will join for the discount and dial back pledges after, and I don't want to unfairly say they can't have something I promised just because of a tight schedule or it's a commission run).

So basically, open to three slots, then commissions close for the Menagerie. I think this is a fine deal, and if at any point the commission pile isn't backlogged, then I'll just just to original works, or else right to the next Menagerie piece. I'll be posting who has commission slots here on Patreon, so that it's publicly known (as the client wants to be accredited in their piece anyway, anonymous individuals will remain anonymous), and I'm going to limit individuals to a single commission in any commission period. So multi-chapter pieces like "Pop Sensation" will be limited to one per. I'm gonna try to give priority to new clients, to get some fresh ideas in the mix, but I know I have a few repeat clients who appreciate my work, so there may be a lot of repeat names.

Anyway, that's the plan. Gonna figure out how to post it later today to relevant places, or tomorrow (still riding a sick wave currently). Or maybe I'll post it after Pop Sensation is finished? XD

As always, thanks so much for all your support!
- Madam Materia

Commission: Pop Sensation - Chapter 1 - Preview 2

One story, many characters. Getting a look at the rest of the major cast for this story in the second preview. I've actually been really enjoying writing this project. XD It's honestly been keeping me up, so I hope you enjoy! 

"Standing in front of a grey, featureless building, Sam couldn’t help double checking his phone. Everything he could find online about them seemed to suggest they were a big company, they had their name behind dozens of different j-pop groups from over the past few years. He expected some sort of sign, or at least some branding, but no, this was it. This was the right place.

“Tobi, what are you getting me into?” he muttered to himself, his confidence wavering.

Pushing his way through the door, at least the inside looked more on the up and up. It was spacious enough for a light echo, if it weren’t filled with collapsed equiment, what looked like bleachers, and the rigging for a curtain. The majority of the free space was taken up by a stage, with five of the most beautiful women he'd ever laid his eyes on; even if they were dressed in awkward, stylized suits. They were busily going over notes, a curvy strawberry blonde in a sharp blue jacket guiding the discussion and giving directions.

Before the boy could take in anymore though, there was a thick fingered hand on his chest. “Can I help you, yankee?” a gruff voice pressed.

His hazel eyes followed the sound, to a stocky man squeezed into a garish white suit. A pair of expensive shades obscured his eyes, but the crease in his brow lent to the intimidation of the tree armed thug. The man only came up to Sam's nose, and yet the auburn haired American didn’t doubt the man would bend him in half.

“Um,” he stammered softly, still internally cursing his “friend”. “I’m Ramses, Samuel. I’m looking for Kanaszuchi Kane, about a job?”

“Kanaszuchi-sama,” the man “corrected”, taking his arm off the boy to slick back his greased hair. “So, what did Kudo-kun tell you about what we do here?”

It was so odd to hear Tobi referred to by his last name. Sam couldn’t let that trip him up though; first impression. Hopefully his sweating wasn’t too obvious. “I performed some independent research, Kanaszuchi-san,” the harsh scowl he got from the man had him reeling, quick to correct the mistake. “Kanaszuchi-sama. Happy Light is a media organisation, with a particular interest in creating and managing pop idol groups,” after his fumble, that was the easy, and safe, answer. Especially with the girls on stage, a few of whom had shifted their attention from their reading to the goings on.

Scoffing, and taking a moment to straighten the collar of his shirt, the man got straight to business. “Here’s what you need to know. Number one, no touching the talent,” he stated it firm, and clear. Even shooting a glare through his glasses, initially into the taller man's chest before adjusting, to drive that point home. “You touch the merchandise, and they’re going to have trouble finding you afterwards.”

He was having enough trouble with finding a job, he wasn’t about to mess this one up. “Yes, Kanaszuchi-sama,” Sam gave a small bow of the head to show he understood.

There was no indication he even cared for the American's understanding, the thuggish man just went on with his introduction to the place. “These here are the 'Liberty Girls',” at their mention the strawberry blonde turned, giving Sam a look that almost screamed she was undressing him with her eyes, only to quickly shift into a dagger-sharp glare. “Girls, come here,” the boss ordered with a small gesture of his hand.

The five lowered their scripts, sauntering over in a cacophony of clicking heels. The lot were even more stunning from the front, possessing curves Sam would have thought inhuman, or fake, if they weren’t bouncing in the tight confines of their stage costumes. “Girls, this is your new historical consultant, Ramses Samuel.”

Historical consultant? One among the girl’s, her costume a white shirt, little more than a long sleeved crop top really, under an open vest, gave a thankfully bow that had her dark hair pouring over her shoulders. “A pleasure to meet you Ramses-san,” she offered with dulcet toned words.

Before he could reply, Kanaszuchi was moving on. “Alright, foreigner,” a deliberate show of disrespect, as the muscular man tapped Sam on the chest. “This is Sasa-“

“We can introduce ourselves, Kanaszuchi,” the blonde of the group cut in, stepping up on her shapely legs.

Behind his shades it was clear the man was silently leering, and grinding his teeth to hold back any rebuttal. The blonde took the reins, marching right into Sam's space and jabbing two fingers into the center of his chest. “Suzuki Sakura,” she declared, though all the taller man could pay attention to was the smell of bleach coming from her hair. “I’m the leader of this group, so let me put this in a language you'll understand.”

She swapped to English, throwing Sam off for a brief second as he had to work and translate his own first language. “We do not need some yankee around, ogling us and telling us how to do our job.”

The vested girl gave a small mumble, back in Japanese that had the auburn consultant performing a quick translation again. “We kind of do. We're swimming in historical inaccuracies.”

The comment seemed to go ignored. Their “leader’s” little outburst had everyone more or less doing their own thing; distancing themselves from the goings on. The tallest among them was idly browsing her phone with a single finger. There was a redhead done in twin-tails, arms crossed across her bust stubbornly, as if refusing to admit the action was difficult with her pert and perky breasts. And the last among them, hiding behind a pair of bifocals, was idly sliding her finger in and out from between her lips. It had to be the difference between their heights, seeing as the girl was under five foot, but it seemed like she was  staring at Sam's groin.

What could he say? This girl, Sakura, was adamant, glaring up at him as he fumbled for some idea of what to say. He was still trying to wrap his head around the job title.

“Cool it Suzuki-san,”Kanaszuchi came to his rescue. “He’s here to cover the company’s ass. So, whether you like it or not, you'll deal with it.”

The blonde went flush, giving the American one last look up and down that before backing off and straightening her skirt. “She’s the ‘George Washington’ of the ensemble,” their manager filled in the bits the hot headed girl had failed to in her short spiel, clearly having a bit of trouble with western naming schemes, “and handles the stage direction and choreography.”

Questions just kept piling on. At the very least the girl’s odd ensemble was explained. The tailed coat, the gold buttoned skirt, and the curls done into the sides of her long, light hair. Knowing what she was supposed to be, the “sexy George Washington” was more obvious; though, still very much bizarre.

“Next up,” not wishing for another interruption the shaded man gave a nod towards the tall woman, still browsing through her phone.

“Hm?” she lifted her head, as if only noticing now that they were in the middle of something. “Oh, you can go ahead Kanaszuchi-kun,” she waved her slender fingers at him, and went back to whatever it was she was doing with her phone.

He didn't seem to care for how casually she addressed him, but, biting his tongue, he pressed on. “This is Sasaki Asumi. Sasaki-san is the Liberty Girls' lead singer, and their ‘Thomas Jefferson’.”

At five and a half feet, Asumi was the tallest of the girls, blue-black hair hanging down almost to her mid-thigh, and cut in a fine square of bangs that framed her beautiful features. There was air of superiority to her, though not in the way Sakura tried, with chest pounding and shouting; it was just her seeming disinterest in everything going on. As the lead singer, her 'Jefferson' costume was the most extravagant. With layering in the sleeves, that looked like white flowers blooming from the cuffs of her dark jacket, and a mid-length ruffled dress skirt, just open enough to show off some of her stocking-clad legs. It had to be cumbersome to wear, as every few seconds you would catch her fingers idly wandering to brush fabric of her skirt off her thigh, or tug at her collar and expose a bit more of her impressive chest.

From the tallest to the shortest, the boss moved on. “Short stack” was the most accurate way you could describe the girl at first glance. Even with three layers working, a brown jacket, a scandalous vest, and the same type of modified crop-top as the more polite-speaking member of the group, she was clearly the most generously chested among the buxom girls. She was showing off a dark line of cleavage her costume did well to highlight, formed by breasts easily the size of her head. You were left to wonder if, maybe, at some point the girl had been overweight, but her costume cinched into a sinuously small waist.

As Kanaszuchi gestured to her, the girl just hid behind her bifocals, finger still in her mouth down to the second knuckles, and shook her head. The man needed no further prompting, happy to at least not have any back talk this time. “Watanabe Meiku. She’s our ‘Benjamin Franklin'.”

So that made three founding fathers. Sam was picking up on the pattern, and the reason for a “historical consultant”.

He expected a bit more about Meiku, but no. Taking a moment to fix his shades, the muscular man just moved on from the quiet girl, and didn’t need to do more than look the redhead's way before she took her cue. “Takahashi Kazuko,” she announced, stepping up to an imaginary rhythm that had her twin tails dancing, and her poorly restrained chest moving in her top. “I'm our group's rapper, so they’ve got me portraying ‘Alexander Hamilton'. Because the executives at Happy Light are a bunch of trend chasing idiots.”

You could tell the girl was full of energy, constantly moving as she spoke, and sending her costume into motion. It was made to move, with long coat tails that followed the flow of her hair, and blended nicely with an open front skirt. Her shirt rode high, showing off a soft, but tight core that showed she liked to take care of herself; even if the swell of her bust  said otherwise, with how it was putting a strain on her buttons.

“They’re also taking far too many creative liberties,” the last girl was still mumbling unhappily. With the rest of the girls introduced though, attention finally dropped on her, and left them actually listening.

Kanaszuchi gave a small cough to ensure he had her attention. “Once again, that’s what he's for,” he gestured to Sam.

The girl blushed softly, darting a glance his way before taking a moment to re-compose herself. “My apologies Samuel-san,” she gave him a small bow. “I am Kimura Keiko. I’m more of a dancer in the group than a singer, and they have me in the role of ‘Paul Revere',” the way she said it held a note of contempt.

And really, Sam didn’t blame her. He'd been trying to piece the Liberty Girls together from the initial introduction. Washington, Jefferson, and Franklin were the big three, pretty much anyone knew them. Hamilton broke that, but was still a founding father, and dumb execs or not, at least people would know of him from the broadway show. Revere though? Sam was an American, and it took him a solid minute to even remember who that was. Would any Japanese person even have an inkling?

“So that’s the girls,” adjusting his sleeves, the stone-faced manager started for the door. “I’ll be back to pick them up tonight, with your contract.”

Whoa, contract? The boy barely knew the details of the job, and Kanaszuchi was talking like he'd accepted. “I thought-“ was all he got out of his mouth before the tight suited man was gone, leaving him alone with the Liberty Girls." - "Pop Sensation" by Madam Materia

Commission: Pop Sensation - Chapter 1 - Preview 1

Chapters? What is this nonsense? :P
This is a longer one, intended to be a multi-part, so there's a bigger focus on character development. Since you'll be with them for like, five stories instead of just one. So meet Sam, our main protagonist.  Or one of them, expect the "Liberty Girls" in Preview 2 sometime soon-ish.

"The harsh buzzing of Sam's morning alarm blared out, drowning out the sounds of conversation, bicycles, and summer cicadas coming from outside the window of his single room apartment. It had been a while since he'd needed to use it, having been more or less coasting on his savings for the past few months since he'd moved to the land of the rising sun. Like Phil's soil up on the windowsill however, they were drying up, which necessitated a job.

Forcing open his hazel eyes, Sam looked through his auburn bangs to the clock on his bedside table. Seven a.m., plenty of time to make sure things were tended to and get to the train on time. With a tired groan he rose up, stretching his arms up over his head and accidentally knocking the framed poster hanging above his bed.

“Whoops,” he quickly turned to catch and straighten the twenty-four by thirty-six of “The Return of the King”. “Sorry there Aragorn.”

Crisis averted, he pulled off his blankets, tossing his legs off the bed, and got to his feet. The summer sun, shining through his window, tickled his bare chest as he started his morning rounds. “How you feeling today Phil?” he asked the small potted cactus, soaking in the light. “Thirsty?”

He dipped his pinky into the dirt about his prickly friend, careful not to disturb it too much. “Yup, hold on, I'll get you a drink.”

With a half dozen steps he crossed the whole of his little apartment, to the small kitchenette where he kept the watering can by the sink. Setting it to fill, the auburn-headed American went for the fridge. Sparse would be putting it generously. There was a half-carton of milk, a nearly empty jar of apple jam, a couple of eggs, tub of margarine for cooking, a pair of pre-made sushi bentos, and a flan pudding he'd picked up last time the supermarket had a sale. His pantry wasn’t much better, with a mostly eaten loaf of bread, rice, vegetable oil, a bunch of junky snacks, and of course, the staple of any Japanese, poverty-skirting diet, cheap ramen.

“Toast it is,” Sam mused to himself, pulling out his jam and getting a slice of bread loaded into the toaster.

While that was cooking, he drew up the filled water pitcher and started making his rounds. “Morning Sue,” he greeted the ivy plant hanging above the sink while he watered it. He gave her a quick inspection, spotting a few dead leaves on some of her lower vines. “Still reaching for Martin I see. I don’t think you're getting enough light for that,” the boy teased, plucking the withered bits and crumpling them in his palm before sprinkling them into her pot. “You need a trim. When I get home,” he promised before moving on to the ficus in the corner.

“Still teasing her Marty?” he tutted, bending low and pouring directly into the entwined plant's roots. “What am I going to do with you?”

With a small laugh, the auburn-headed man picked up the spray bottle he kept near his largest plant, giving Martin's leaves a good misting to go with the watering. “Wait till she figures out how high maintenance you are. I think you could make it work though,” he offered with a kind smile.

Lastly, of course, the cute little cactus watching over it all from the window sill. “No worries, I didn’t forget you Phil,” he assured the oldest plant in his care, brought all the way from home when he moved. He only gave it a little, always careful not to overwater the more arid-acclimatized flower. “Oh, looks like you've got a bud. Gonna bloom the season are we?” he was gentle with his touch, mindful of Phil's needles, obviously, but also not wanting to damage the delicate developing flower.

It was an excellent sign, proof he was taking good care of his plants, even with the limited space. “Let’s hope it’s good luck,” he smiled and finished up tending to things in time for his toast to pop.

“There’s my meal,” he joked, rushing back across to catch it before it got too cold.

A quick spread of jam and it was immediately in his mouth, flopping up and down as he continued around the small apartment. He needed to get dressed in time to make his train ride, and he needed to make sure he made a good impression. Not easy for a foreigner in Japan, but on top of it, he hadn’t gotten this opportunity on his own; it was a favor from a “friend” that owed him, Tobiyashi. So he had to bring his “A” game.

Chewing back two big bites, he started pulling on the dress pants to his suit. Thankfully it still fit well, even if he needed to, one-handedly, tighten his belt an extra notch. Not as bad as it seemed, he could afford to lose a few pounds yet from his pudgy frame. It was nice not to struggle with the buttons over his belly, as he awkwardly finished his meal with a few laps of his sticky fingers.

A trip back to the sink, to properly wash his hands, and next was his tie. “’Round, round, under, away, and pull,” he ran through aloud, tightening the sharp windsor at his collar and finishing up by slipping into his jacket.

He cleaned up well, making sure everything was straight on his bulky frame. “Alright, Phil, watch over the place!” he joked, slipping his shoes on as he left out the door.

Checking his phone showed he still had good time yet to get to the station. “Ohayou Ramses-san!” his neighbor called as she swept the walkway of their building.

Like a switch in his brain went off, Sam swapped his thinking between English and Japanese. “Good morning Sato-san,” he replied in the native tongue without missing a beat.

Miss Sato gave him a smile. “You are dressed up today, somewhere important to go?” the older woman inquired, pushing a line up dust over the balcony edge.

“Yes. I have my first day of a new job today,” he flashed an excited smile back to her.

“That is good to hear Ramses-san,” she congratulated him with her pleasant tone. “I was beginning to worry about you.”

He gave a short laugh. “Thank you Sako-san, your concern humbles me,” he gave her a short, polite bow. “I must get going though, it would be terrible if I missed my train on the first day.”

“Good luck,” she waved the boy off as he dashed down the stairs.

It wasn’t a horribly long walk to the station, though being in full suit under the summer sun did make it a pinch uncomfortable. Every now and again, a cyclist would pass him by, giving him a small breeze that would air out his jacket and cool the light sweat forming beneath his woody bangs. By and far however, it was sweltering under the hot rays.

He was thankful for the shelter, standing in the shade on the train platform amidst a group of locals he towered over. The American hovered around the six foot mark, leaving him a good half a head taller, minimum, from most people around him. Not great, considering his pale complexion, and the red-tinted brown locks covering his head, already made him stand out. Loading onto the train, he drew a number of ireful looks from people who, clearly, felt he didn’t belong if their muttering was any indication. There wasn’t much for it though. It was part of what he'd signed on for coming here in the first place.

Ever since elementary school, Sam had always been good with language. His parents got him into a school that taught Spanish, and it had honestly been one of his favorite classes. Taking just a few steps into a different culture had left an impression, a desire to immerse himself in it, and it helped he had the right kind of mind that could shift into thinking in a different language without any difficulty. When he entered high school he doubled down into cultural studies, first with French, easily finding similarities with the last language he'd learned, then with German, which surprised him with parallels to English.

The more he learned the more it inspired his wanderlust, the desire to see these other countries he was getting snippets of. By the time he was planning his career path, he was looking into jobs with the state department, hoping to travel the world. Unfortunately, fresh out of school, there was no way he was hitting the credentials necessary for government work. So, a backup and some general college were in order.

It was through college that Sam met Tobiyashi, or Tobi as he preferred; an exchange student from Japan. The two bonded pretty well, with Sam helping the foreigner with a good amount of his English work, and Tobi introducing him to some foreign anime, inspiring him to take on learning Japanese as a challenge. Unlike his previous languages, there weren’t any parallels he could lean on, but he did have a native speaker to point out mistakes, and more subbed movies and shows than he could shake a stick at. He even started being able to pick out differences between the subtitles and what was actually being said by characters, which led to a small job, translating and subbing new imports for one of the local video stores.

A job that he enjoyed greatly, shifting his life path, to wanting to be an interpreter, or maybe an English teacher. Both were in pretty high demand out east, and with Tobi getting ready to head back home, there was an opportunity to sate that deep seated want to travel, while getting his foot in the door. Regrettably it didn’t quite work out to expectations.

His parents had given him a bit of a nest egg, which with his subbing money, and the remainder of his college grant, gave him a pretty good savings net to fall in. His ongoing friendship with Tobi, however, turned out to be the biggest strain on those finances. Every couple of days, his only real connection in the country would come knocking for a few thousand yen here and there for “emergencies”. Sam didn’t mind too much in the beginning, he had a few job prospects out, with some private and cram schools. When the only major experience on your resume was some low-key anime translation though, well… things fell through. And when they did, the American finally had to put his foot down on his friend's mooching.

It had become a bit of a sore spot between them, but Sam didn’t really have a choice. The debt between them was up to six digits, at least two months of rent, and without income…

At least Tobi seemed to be aware of his troubles, lining up this job opportunity with a friend of his family’s; in exchange for shaving off some of the debt, of course. Sam could handle the selfish aspects though, if this all worked out. Gazing out the train window, into the tall buildings of the city, he mentally prepared himself. The details of everything had been vague, little more than the company name, and the name of who'd be overseeing the project.

Kanaszuchi Kane, of Happy Light. As the train ground to a halt, letting him out, to walk the rest of the way to the warehouse studio address he'd been given, that name kept in his mind. This first impression was going to be everything; his life here in the country depended on it." - "Pop Sensation", by Madam Materia

Seraphim Superior Fleur, and Seraphim Angelika and Annora Paint

Finally finished all the Seraphim!

Look at them all there together! Can't wait to put them on the table when Isolation is over.

These were a priority, since I couldn't assemble them without them being painted, so with those done I can slow painting down a bit. 1 model on days I want to paint. But I got big commissions still to do, so Imma be focusing on diving into that.

Commission: Milk Girl

It's FINALLY done. Illness was not kind to me, but with this off the plate I should be back into the swing of things.

This story was nice. A happy couple with a bit of financial trouble. Solvable only, of course, by some lactation shenanigans. Or, as the public release will say:

A Madam Materia Commission. The world has changed a lot, with the advent of lab grown meat having taken off, hopes for a greener world are looking to be a reality. Just one more thing to find a solution for: milk. Follow Nora, as financial troubles start her down the path of becoming Humane Production's answer to the problem. A Milk Girl.

Commission: Milk Girl - Preview 3

Third preview for Milk Girl, should be the final before the story is flat out done. Apologies for things taking so long. Illness is a bitch, and COVID-19 hasn't helped. Taking a small relax day today and I'm going to hope for finishing the story next week.

"There were still tensions between them, lasting through dinner and until they were ready for bed. A night's rest though, and Nora's fine breakfast, had them both feeling better. By the time Ben left for work, it was all water under the bridge. She’d almost forgotten to be expecting a package, especially when it arrived amidst her doing the breakfast dishes.

The buzz drew her up from the soapy water, leaving her hands dripping as she hopped her way over to the intercom. “Down in a sec,” she told them, operating the small buttons with her elbows.

Wiping her hands off on her pants, she scurried her way out the door, and down to her starting package. Delivered by a Humane Productions courier, it had a good amount of weight to it, leading her to wonder what was inside the whole way up. She had to let Marcie know it arrived though, before she went digging through it.

Plopping down into her desk chair the blonde got to work; a giddy feeling after years of being out of the game. Her screen lit up with her contact almost immediately, the business-dressed woman fixing her gaze straight before starting. “Humane Productions, Marcie speaking.”

“Hey,” that was horribly unprofessional, but it was out there, the best she could do was roll with it. “It’s Nora Daniels, my started kit just arrived,” she leaned out of frame and hoisted up the heavy package for her to see.

The tanned woman gave a clap. “Excellent, open it up and you should have a few things that'll help me get you set up.”

Doing as told the blonde dug in, finding it full of individually wrapped mechanical bits.

“Most of that is your milker, there are instructions for putting it together in the box, but it’s optional. You can hand express, which many of our test girls said was a preferable experience,” the businesswoman explained, moving on to the important part. “Ignoring that, you should find a digital scale, and a bottle of medication in the kit. Could you get those out?”

Nora gave a nod, pulling out pieces of the milker one at a time and setting them about her desk as she hunted for what she needed. “Here they are,” she got out a white bottle that rattled about as she lifted it, and a fairly average looking bathroom scale with a small bag taped to it.

“Excellent,” her monitor piped up, reaching over to type a few things into her computer. “The scale should have a dongle for you to plug into your computer, then I can take your weight.”

“Don’t you already have my weight?” the chubby blonde inquired, recalling filling that information out in her application.

Marcie shook her head. “Yes, it’s asked in the questionnaire, however in order to determine the appropriate dose of our lactation aide medication to place you on, we need exact numbers,” she replied matter of factly. “It’s also one of the few things we can’t check with a sample.”

That made sense. “Alright, let's get to it then,” the new milk girl offered, tearing into the small packet and fishing out the little usb end.

Plugging it in, setup was only a few seconds, and the pair got underway with her minor physical. “Okay, I've got your numbers,” the tanned woman smiled pleasantly. “With that, the recommended dose will be two of those starter tablets a day for the first week. If you want, you can take three at your current weight for more rapid results, if you start to experience frequent nausea however, reduce to one.”

Simple enough instructions. Nora tipped the bottle, pouring out three into her hand, on camera, and tossing them back with a confident smile. “Three it is then,” the faster she could resolve her and Ben's financial situation, the better.

The business woman couldn’t help a chuckle, glad for the enthusiasm of her recruit. “I’ll have your bottles and accelerant shipped out tomorrow. With any luck, you'll be producing in just over a week.”

***

It turned out to be an interesting first week, as the blonde’s body started preparing for the job ahead. By her second day she was awoken by the unpleasant sensation of soreness in her breasts, followed by mild nausea when she got up for the bathroom. Not enough to dissuade her down to one pill, but enough for her to be cautious; and for her fiancé to come in worried about her.

She recognized the tight feeling in her chest. Not enough to put her finger on it immediately, but enough to know it was familiar, something not to be overly worried about. And so, she kept to her usual routine. By the fourth day she had an ache in her back that just had her wanting to sit down, so she settled for using the day to sculpt her jogger. That was when she figured it out.

Sinking into her seat, there was no ignoring how her breasts landed on the desk, knocking her projects aside and leaving her to scramble to stop them falling and getting damaged. The further she reached, the more her tender boobs were pushed up towards her chin, sealing her suspicions. She was big-ish, by her own account, but she wasn’t tits resting on the table big.

Setting her project aside, far enough not to knock it if her hunch was correct, the blonde got up, all the while peeking down at her bust as she walked. There was rarely reason for her to wear a bra around the house alone, meaning each step to her closet had them bouncing about in her top. Tearing her way through her things she fished out one of her bras, and stripped down. They were obviously bigger, not hanging free for her to see, but still, she needed definitive proof.

Wrapping the band around her body she could hardly connect the hooks, her breasts overflowing the cups both ways and holding it a good extra inch away from her body. Still though she struggled on, sucking in her breath futilely and biting her lip in focus. It wasn’t going to happen, which meant at least two inches and two cup sizes she’d put on, seemingly overnight. She could have sworn she hadn’t gained too much weight, leading her to her next check of going back to her office area and pulling out her check-in scale.

Stepping on she had to pull her chest in to get a clear view, revealing she’d only gained about a pound. One pound didn’t add up to all this, normally her weight was spread out, not focused on her chest.

There was a flicker on her computer screen, the screensaver blinking off and being replaced with a call request from Marcie. It was enough to give the buxom girl a start, filling her with so much worry she could do little more that drape her arm in front of her nipples to protect her modesty, as she quickly answered the call.

“Nora, I just got a ping from your scale, is everything alright?” the businesswoman was quick to ask of her asset.

Just the person to get some answers from. “Fine,” Nora replied calmly, not wanting to potentially jeopardize her new job so early with radical hysteria. “It’s just my-“ she had to pause, searching for the right professional term for her bust and failing, “my boobs are a bit swollen,” a bit was an understatement, but she was trying to keep calm.

The crisply dressed woman nodded. “Yes, that was discussed in the side effects pamphlet for your starter medication. Ninety percent of our test women experienced some breast growth, particularly when 'full',” apparently Nora wasn’t the only one struggling for proper terminology. “A further thirty percent experienced extreme increases in breast size. It's purely based on genetics.”

Extreme increase? Two cup sizes in less than a week felt pretty extreme. Still, it was somewhat relief to know nothing was seriously wrong. “So I'm likely in that last category?” she inquired calmly.

“That’s still inconclusive. You've been on your maximum dosage, expediting the process, so this could very well be all the growth you experience,” Marcie offered back. “You’ve been feeling alright otherwise? No nausea?”

“Nope,” the blonde replied back. It was still nothing she couldn’t handle.

“Good,” her monitor replied. “Remember, like we discussed, you can begin taking the accelerant as soon as you start experiencing discharge.”

“And then I should bottle the produce and ship it off for testing,” she finished with a smile.

The tan businesswoman nodded. “Alright, take care miss Daniels,” she bid her client goodbye and ended the call, leaving the topless woman flush with embarrassment.

Unfortunately her bust wasn’t done. A couple days passed, and, more acutely aware of the goings on now, she noticed another solid inch or so when she was tying her apron for breakfast. The garment didn’t wrap her nicely, instead pushing to sink between her breasts, and create a deep cleavage even through her clothes.

The sight was enough to draw her lover up from the morning news, glasses sliding down his nose as he watched her struggle. “Everything alright?” he asked.

“Fine,” she was quick to reply, turning and giving him an eyeful of her enhanced assets.

He rose, causing her to blush when he approached and took her apron strings in his hands. Delicately he tied it, loose enough to take the stress away from her front. His fingers then grazed up her sides, tracing over her tender breasts and making her breath catch, before taking hold of the edges of the garment, and lightly tugging it from the deep canyon it had created. He fixed it across her chest, lingering over her bust a moment longer before withdrawing.

“Better?”

She turned to him with an embarrassed smile, and a tint still in her cheeks. “Yes,” the blonde answered. The look on her face made her desire obvious, but unfortunately they didn’t have the time to fool around; she had to finish making breakfast before Ben had to get to work. They settled for a kiss, before he returned to his seat to wait.

After that, she spent the rest of the morning frustrated, until she plopped down for some time with her virtual farms. She was still adjusting to her size, not that its continued changing was making that easy, so pulling her seat in they squished up against the edge; and had two wet spots appearing on her top.

Seeing them immediately struck the emergency switch in her brain. “Shoot,” she was immediately back up, scurrying to the fridge for her bottle of accelerant.

It was a semi-clear white fluid, held in a quart-sized glass bottle; nearly identical to the bottles she was to ship her milk in, save for a number of sticker labels. “Okay,” she rolled it over in her hand, searching for the dosage. “One spoonful.”

She grabbed up what she needed, pouring the medication into one of their deeper tablespoons and taking it quick. It didn’t taste bad; to the contrary is was distinctly sweet, and rather fluid, going down easily. As Marcie had warned though, it was quite potent.

Not a minute later there was an uncomfortable bubbling in her stomach, moving its way through her body. Looking down she visibly watched as her breasts swelled, stretching her top till it was taut across her chest, and growing the small wet spots until she could make out her nipples through the soaked fabric. “Shoot,” she found herself repeating as she shot back up to her feet. The blonde had the milker constructed in her office, she just needed a bottle. So, glass container in hand, she hurried to the machine, as drop after drop escaped into her shirt.

Tearing out of her top she quickly got comfortable, positioning the large suction cups over her swollen teats and screwing the bottle into place. Immediately the device got to work, tugging at her nipples to drawing forth her first batch of produce. It was an odd mixture of experiences: uncomfortable pressure from her full tits; pinching from the cups; and yet, satisfying relief as she watched the creamy bounty escaping her.

The whole thing took only a few minutes, leaving her with a few ounces of her own milk in a fine bottle. It wasn’t much, but yet it brought a huge smile to the curvy woman’s face. In that little bottle was the sign that all of this was coming to fruition, the discomfort of the past week was worth it, because she was going to be a Milk Girl." - "Milk Girl" by Madam Materia

Seraphim Rita, and Seraphim Superior Wynd

Dedicated painting days are swell. And help keep me sane. :D (You cannot prove I'm insane yet!)

Anyway, more of the Seraphim out of the pile. Superior Wynd and an inferno pistol weilding Rita. Only three more till the ones I need for my basic list are done, then I'm probably gonna drop to one model on the painting days. I got into a writing mood this morning and felt sticking to schedule was more important.

So expect another Milk Girl preview, and for that to be done soon. I'm hitting a flow, and next paint day isn't till Saturday, si two days to get to the home stretch of the story!