SoCarter

Angewomon gets boned

Hey all,

And with this I announce my return, the plan is simple, I try to do one big piece per week.

Initially I wanted to do something big and grand for my return but honestly, I'm getting sick of waiting myself now so I'm doing it like this. The idea was to do something big for "the big three" that is my Digimon stuff, the Jak and Daxter smut that's fallen by the wayside I used to do way more of in the past, and something involving my OC Sophie Carter, the namesake of my smutty art account thing, brand, deal, thing...
That's the busty redhead I keep drawing if you're wondering, her fantasy counterpart is Sophia, she's the knight I started those sketches with.

Anyway.

I've got one of the three done, and I don't want to put this off for any longer, so I'm doing it now. That means that instead of three big things two weeks from now, you're getting one thing now, then one next week, and the third after that. Basically how it used to be but I felt like telling you what could have been if I had been more patient.

I'm sure it's not a big issue to get it piecemeal and see some smut now early ;)

No other versions this time around. I'm taking it slow and not trying to do too many things at once. I tried something different in how to convey motion again, I like this much more than any of my previous attempts, though the double top tit jiggling back and forth might look strange. I've been mulling it over for a while, and decided it works well enough.

That is roughly the plan, the quick sketches are also returning, I'm thinking right now two per week? one for fantasy, one for 40K. Not set on that yet. But I already have stuff lined up so at least for the foreseeable future I should be able to make those deadlines.

As for the increasingly rare rqr's... I don't know yet, we'll see. Again, don't want to do too much. Part of what I realized during my break is just how much more time and effort I'm putting into my pieces, so the old schedule I used to keep to when I was wild and free and didn't care simply isn't possible anymore.

I do have some commissions I have yet to fulfill that need doing, which I will get to eventually. But I am not taking in any new ones, focusing purely on my own whims and wiles from now on, at least for the moment.

So yeah, I'm back, hopefully to stay this time and hopefully to enjoy some years that have not been like these past two.

SoCarter out.

Something looms on the horizon...

Yes I've been gone for a while again, my longest break yet. Last time I left you I don't entirely remember what I said, and I could go back and read my ramblings, but I'm pretty sure it was something pertaining to my health and how I was doing better and going to get back into things, and I'm feeling too lazy to check and make sure.

I think it's fairly obvious that didn't end up happening. I was not doing well, a combination of health issues, burnout, frustrations over all the setbacks from the previous year, and an ever-growing backlog, it all piled on and I just couldn't.

The first few weeks I was telling myself I was going to get back to it any day now. But also, obviously, I never did. Eventually I realized I was doing much better without the stress of forcing myself to draw pron, so I decided to ride it out till I felt better and ready again.

If you're curious about the nerve damage I sustained, I'm pretty sure it's permanent now, but it's very minor, a light tingling and numbness in my feet. I can deal. I'm doing fine.

I'll share more tomorrow about what I plan on doing now, but rest assured. I'm back. And here's a preview.

SoCarter out.

Thank you for sticking with me, I really appreciate it. And if you didn't, no hard feelings.

A jolly good time

Hey all,

Yes your eyes are seeing this right, they're not lying to you, you haven't slipped and accidentally fallen into crazy-cucoo-land, and you're not being shown an optical illusion. I really am here, uploading something again after, what? Three weeks? Four?

Right after telling you all that I was feeling better and thinking of uploading a bit more often.

Now obviously, the rather extreme lack of uploads after saying that has been because I wasn't feeling better, I thought I was doing better, and for a while I was. But then I crashed and I kinda had to... put a full stop on things and rest.

But now that that rest is over I've got something again. Finally, and using the extra time this unannounced break has afforded me I took some extra effort to really micro-manage these two beauties before you. Probably, at least by my reckoning, the two best faces I've ever drawn.

The rest of them is fine too of course, I'm just specifically proud of the faces. Which, speaking off, are two familiar ones, they've both appeared before in a number of my drawings, on at least two occasions together in one drawing, this then making it the third if my memory is not failing me. Which, being honest, it is want to do on occasion.

So here they are again, pressing those big, soft, curvy, luscious bodies together, and getting surrounded by progressively more cocks and spunk. I hope you enjoy it and aren't too annoyed at my inconsistent ass as of late. I do apologize.

I hate bringing messages and updates with nothing to show for it, so all this time I've been debating whether or not to notify people even though I had no uploads to upload, I think also now it's quite evident what I've chosen to do. Because as always, when faced with a stressful situation, I clam up and do nothing.

As for my current health, I AM actually for real doing better, turns out the biggest help has been getting a handle on my sleep again and not only getting lots of it, but getting a steady rhythm going. My inability to sleep properly had me for a while considering to go on sleep medication to force the issue and at least get some rest, but that ended up not being necessary and I am happy to note that my sleep schedule is back to the way it was before this mess started.

I cannot however, make any promises for the future, because my other symptoms are as present as ever. Progress with the doctors and the hospital has stalled as of late due to the expert taking care of my case being on vacation, and apparently substitutes aren't available, but he's set to return soon and we can get back to testing just what the fuck is going on with my nervous system. At least we've uncovered that two of my longest nerve-path-strand-thingies have suffered some form of damage, whether that damage is permanent or not is something I can only wait on.

For now, I'll keep taking things slow. And upload whenever something is ready. I can't predict when that will be, but I hope you'll all stick with me none the less.

SoCarter out.

Tyr'ahnee's bountiful bottom

Hey all,

Goddamn it has been forever since I did one of these. But yes your eyes aren't deceiving you dear followers, that IS one of my tried and true patented "RQR"s(tm) again.

It's Tyr'ahnee! From... some series. Is it looney tunes? I don't know for some reason whenever I see her I think looney tunes. I'm not an avid watcher of all things looney and tuney so I only know for certain the really popular ones like Bugs and Daffy and Roadrunner and stuff.

I'm pretty sure she's from looney tunes.

Anyhow, she gets requested quite often but I've never taken on one, though I've always wanted to because she looks funky and exotic. Also she's got this thing going on where her lines are in purplish pink but only inside of her jet-black body, because the outline is just flat black same as her skin. Making her look silhouetted yet defined, it's pretty weird. I like it.

Of course shading a jet-black body is the challenge here, and I'm not sure if I'm entirely happy with it, but I figure this looks decent enough to be called "done".

To update on my health a bit, I'm still going through the same stuff, no changes there. But now that it's been a spell I'm getting used to it and feeling a tad better.

Especially my sleep has improved by a lot, which helps a ton. And also why I've found the time to squeeze one of these in again after so long.

So yeah, not out of the water yet, but I'm doing alright.

Hopefully another commission by the end of this week, if not, I'm dropping it the next as soon as it's done.

SoCarter out.

A fourth fairly p*rny T'au

Hey all,

And we're back to these blue-skinned space weebs/communists, today we have the fourth and final caste of the four common castes, leaving only one left.

But don't worry, after the fifth one we won't be done with these busty blueberries yet, so plenty more blue titties to add to the Tau Girl Pile(tm)

These tall blue ladies are perhaps the most specialized out of the four common castes, called quite fittingly the air caste, they spent most of their lives up in the air or in outer space, which their thin, frail bodies are better equipped to deal with.

In fact, they are so whispy and light they cannot even make landfall on most planets save for some very light gravity ones and moons, and that does include the T'au homeworld.

Anything of earth like gravity or more is too much for their bodies, as they would crumple under their own weight in those conditions. Conversely they are however very well equipped to deal with the thin upper atmospheres of planets, and the general gravity-less-nes of outer space. This means they make for excellent pilots, so if the Tau engineer their cockpits to be insulated and protected from outside and climate-controlled, their Air caste pilots can even enter a planet's lower atmosphere and pull off some crazy flying moves most other races pilots couldn't compete with, at least not without drastic help and significantly more protection at least, saving resources.

While in space, the T'au also have to spend less resources on their spaceships, as the Air-caste is quite comfortable up there by their very nature, meaning you only need to insulate the other remaining castes that much from outer space. It does mean you have to keep them separated though.

And this isn't an issue of course, because the T'au are an excessively class controlled race, each kind keeps to their own, retaining the purity of the five castes and their roles within T'au society, for the greater good, of course. (the greater good... shut it!) (hah, movie joke! Watch Hot Fuzz, it's great, comes highly recommended two thumbs up *wink*)

Still though, all these gravity issues hasn't stopped this one from growing herself an absolutely massive pair of gravity-defying funbags to match the ones of the previous three blue gals. I wonder if the fifth will keep up the trend...

Which are actually very easy to deal with up in outer space. Isn't that nice? I'm sure you could even boink her up there... if you're careful with her. Although that is very much frowned upon and highly illegal. So don't do it... unless you can get away with it.

SoCarter out.

A very p*rny not-egyptian

...Outside of the mages guild again, after some handy cleanup spells cast over them, and some information on the layout of the city, the three traveling companions set off again in a freshly emptied out kart, it now creaking and jumping far more on the roughly cobbled roads without the load of books and parchment to weigh it down as much. it is briefly debated whether to start trying to undermine the church immediately, or if, considering the length of their journey from camp there and the amount of time spent having sex in the guild, it would be better to call it a day and find an inn to stay at.

The latter is agreed on quickly, but it won't hurt to pay that abbey Casandra mentioned a visit first on their way back to the more crowded part of town.

Rolling up on the old building, they look at the house of religion, banners bearing its iconography hanging from walls and gently swaying in the breeze, showing brief flashes of the bare wall behind it, but also the previous symbols adorning the building. Evidently, this place of worship originally belonged to a different religion, but it's been taken over by the new management installed by the king.

Despite this, it seems a happy building, the dour faces that are persistent through the city lighten up a bit here, children playing on the street under the watchful eye of their parents, and the serene smiles of the nuns going in and out of the building. They are in a richer part of town though, so the kids aren't dressed in rags or being shooed away from the street by gruff guardsmen to keep appearances.

Still there however, are the scantily clad women and the persistent air of barely restrained emotion. Only the nuns themselves go against this, their mostly black robes covering most skin.

Also interesting, was the high number of random men just... lounging around the place, leering at the building from the side of the street, from the fronts of their houses or out of windows and doorways, some men just literally waiting by the building. Soon though the reason for that revealed itself. In the form of a young nun who briefly popped out to have a conversation with her fellow sisters. All the men immediately perked up, and it was easy to see why. Her conservative outfit did nothing to hide her body, huge breasts, each easily larger than her own head hung tightly packed together in her black robes from her torso, the weighty pair entirely hidden from view with not a speck of skin visible, yet oh so obvious and enticing. The rest of her figure was rather thin compared to what the prince had gotten used to over the past couple days, but just because she didn't sport an ass as big and shapely as Sharog's or Sophia's didn't mean it didn't look fantastic as it bulged out of her slightly-too-tight an outfit.

Just as quick as she appeared she was gone again, but the prince had already made up his mind where he wanted to start with their plan, and that was right at quite possibly the second largest pair of breasts in the entire city, even including the top-heavy new arrivals he brought with him.

Though they had initially agreed to only do a drive by to scope things out, he hopped out of the cart to the exasperated sighs and chuckles of his companions and quickly followed the buxom beauty into the building.

"Sister, I have sins I need to confess!"

He asked, catching up to her inside to some disapproving looks of some fellow nuns, men usually weren't allowed to just barge in like that.

"Oh but, we are not taking confessionals at this hour dear sir~"

The busty nun replied in a sweet, innocent voice, quite the contrast to her lewd body and mature, sensual face.

After some back and forth, where a names were exchanged, sister Katherine caved. And lead the prince to one of the confessionals for an impromptu session. She was far too kind to deny such a desperate man his salvation from eternal sin.

Naive too, she apparently was, as he was by his own surprise quickly able to convince her his "sin" was a tremendous desire for her he could not tame on his own, so he begged her to help him achieve release without succumbing to even greater sin. Perhaps she was convinced of the unusual nature of his desire when he shoved his immense cock through the slot small items were supposed to be passed through so they could be blessed and returned swiftly.

After all, it was her fault he was in such a state, Katherine naively thought to herself as she took his hefty rod in her slender and soft hands, and gently curling her fingers around his girth, began to give him a hand-job while he stared down at her perfect figure through the small gaps in the wood lattice between them.

The prince once again thanked all the thick and busty witches from the guild in his mind, as the insane orgy from before had left him drained enough to not be able to achieve his release so quickly. And Katherine on the other side was forced to take ever increasingly drastic actions to try and get him to finish...

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With the destruction of the Orc and Goblin civilizations and reducing them to wandering nomadic tribes, the Elves' own gradual fall from grace and ever-dwindling numbers, and the Dwarves eternal reclusiveness, it became humanity's turn to take the stage.

The old Elven Kingdoms did what they could to keep steering humanity to the right path, looking on at their progress like proud parents.

It was them they ultimately went to war with the Orcs for, and now outside of their corrupting influence, humanity was allowed to flourish, even take over where Elves left.

But it was the Dwarves and Giant tribes of the north who humanity felt closest to, the Elves themselves regarded with reverence and respect sure, often worshiped even, but also alien. The Elves let them, Dwarves had been allies of convenience in the past, and did not seem intent on "corrupting" the fledgling race like the Orcs had, and the Giants were not numerous (or by the Elves assessments, smart) enough to do much harm either.

As their numbers dwindled ever further and their wonders of magic sank beneath the sea, losing influence all the while, humanity spread further. Out of reach of the Elves. Even into the accursed lands the Orcs once called home, filled with corruption and evil. They'd done what they could to raze it all to the ground. But some survived. And outside of their sphere of influence, Humanity learned, again.

Some of the lessons the Orcs had imparted the earliest humans had survived on their own, innocuous enough for the Elves not to take notice, and easy enough to pass on generation to generation to pass the test of time even with Elves dissuading them from using it. But in the old Orc ruins, more was uncovered. And the gaps?

Humanity was smart enough to fill them in, even expand on them.

Eventually they built empires of their own, some starting to rival the splendor of the Elves. Who looked on with mixed feelings on their progress. They were not like Orcs, entirely unversed and unskilled in magic. But the way they applied it... It was not the Elvish way.

This time however, they could not interfere, Humanity had spread too wide and far to stamp it out everywhere. And eventually they had to give up, focus in on themselves and various key populations they could spare the effort for.

One of these human Empires lasted for thousands of years, and they proudly call themselves the greatest due to their longevity. Even as younger, more advanced kingdoms rose and took their place as the premier centre of human civilization, they remained relevant. Building vast wonders of their own to stand on top of the ruins of the old Orc civilization, alongside the surviving Elven ones.

Hey all,

Decided to push this out on Saturday because it's done already so might as well. Not much to update in terms of health again, still got nerve pains, still very tired. My doctor ordered me back on those meds, but at a different dosage, so I guess all I can do is wait and see. If nothing changes, I guess it'll be time for some more thorough tests and studies to see just what the fuck is up with me this time around.

Again the doctors aren't really worried, because nothing concerning came out of the earlier tests, so I'm not worried either. It's just frustrating to be able to do so little in a day. But I'm fine.

Talking a bit about that gal and the accompanying lore, yes she is from totally-not-egypt, there's gonna be more of these historical analogues, which exposes one major weakness in my setting as it's one of the major areas I'm not finished with yet. I don't have any names for them nor any concrete plans. They're just "I want a roughly egyptian-themed human civilization at one point" and "I want a roughly greek-themed human civilization" and so on and so forth.

I figure it doesn't really matter for the porny version because it's just about the sexy ladies and the hung studs who bone them. So it doesn't matter if it's lazy and derivative and poorly though out. They don't play a big part in the story either so it's mostly fun smutty background stuff.

SoCarter out.

Surprise

Woah what? What's this random nonsense? An animation?

Hey all,

So I whipped this up yesterday in about an hour by splicing the various versions together of the Lilo & Stitch lifeguard getting boned and putting it in a loop. I got the idea from when I was cycling through a collection of my work and found that the various versions can sorta kinda function as an animation when given a bit of tweaking.

So I did that. Most of the work went into offsetting the titty bounce by some frames so it looks like they're getting bounced up by hitting the belly bulge, and really this only works as an animation because of the way I happened to draw it, I don't think I could do this with any other piece I've done before.

If I had planned this from the start I probably would have put the guy and the lifeguard in separate layers so it'd be easier to manipulate them separately to make it a real animation, but I lacked the foresight. Still, nice little coincidence that I think looks surprisingly decent for something I never set out to do.

Just a fun little experiment to tide you guys over while I'm dealing with the latest setbacks, of which I have no significant update on this time so It's just more of the same.

SoCarter out.

A fairly p*rny Vindicare Assassin

Hey all,

Indeed here's a second upload this week, exactly on time as promised for once.

I mean sure it took a drastic winding down in the release schedule due to my failing health to get there but I'll take it.

For today, we're looking at another assassin gal from Warhammer 40K, and what an assassin she is... and what a gal too, look at those honkers, why they're so tightly packed together in that skin-tight suit they'd probably look even bigger outside of it.

Luckily, her choice of profession means they won't get in the way too much, for this lady is, as the guns might clue in already, a sniper. So they make for quite convenient pillows to comfortably rest on while roosting on your spot waiting for the perfect time to take that fatal shot.

And seeing this lady is a Vindicare assassin, it will be a fatal shot.

Even if you're not familiar with 40K you've probably, at least in passing, have come across an image of a space marine, the power-armoured super-soldiers of the imperium of mankind, the God-Emperors angels of the battlefield. They're the poster boys of the setting after all.

They are also however, not the only kind of super "soldier" the imperium of mankind is able to bring to bare to a battlefield.

First there would be the Space Marines' predecessor, the Thunder Warriors, who are by the time of the 41st millennium all but gone, I can't imagine a single one having survived up to that point, even if they did manage to escape the massacre that saw most, if not all of them, slaughtered to a man. They weren't made to be immortal and we're talking thousands of years here.

Another form of super soldier would be the Adeptus Custodes, the emperor's golden boys, each one a mini-primarch in their own right and his personal body-guards, the strongest of their order was even able to punch up on a similar power-level of the ACTUAL Primarchs, and was one of the Emperor's closest confidants, second only to Malcador the Sigilite himself.

And speaking of Malcador, his mention brings us neatly to a third kind of super soldier the Imperium employs, for it was he that laid the groundwork for the assassin houses that produce these deadliest of individuals.

These Assassins aren't your garden variety death cult assassin, though they may be chosen from the ranks of death cult assassins, technically they can come from anywhere in the Imperium. There is only one requirement to apply, and it is a supreme mastery in the art of killing things efficiently, swiftly, and silently.

Due to their elite nature, the considerable resources required to produce one, and their highly situational usage, very few officials in the Imperium of mankind have the authority to send these out on missions. Inquisitors among them, in rare cases an inquisitor might even keep one or some of them as part of his personal retinue, but the death cult assassins are far more common. Less costly to keep away from potential targets.

The Organization is called the Adeptus assassinorum, and they produce the most elite murderers in perhaps the entire galaxy, as even the eternally superior Eldar would have to take pause at their expertise and skill. Only the best of the best of the best get to be picked to become an official Imperial assassin, and only the best of the best of these recruits will actually succeed in becoming one. Once the grueling combat training is finished, once undergone the most brutal of mental training and conditioning, and after a wide series of genetic and cybernetic combat enhancements will a complete Imperial assassin be ready for the battlefield... or maybe not.

Because of course, as assassins, they don't exactly operate on the front lines, they operate either far behind, or in front of those lines, and the times where they find themselves on those lines at the same time as an ongoing battle are considerably rare indeed. There are six distinct assassin temples, each specialized in a single form of assassination, and two of those always work so remotely they never see the front lines at all, let alone participate. As such the four more "common" assassins are left, as they can sometimes get caught up in the heat of battle due to their specialized role.

For an introduction, I've chosen what I consider to be the most "normal" assassin among them, the Vindicare, the Assassinorum's premium sniper. They are so elite at sniping, that they can hit a bullseye round a corner from behind a wall through a random passerby's earring from kilometers away, without using a scope.

Alright that might be a small exaggeration, but their expertise can still not be understated.

Once assigned a target, the Vindicare will first observe him or her from afar for months on end, learning everything there is to learn about this person, their habits, their routines, their schedules, likes and dislikes, people close to them, additional people that may need to be taken out (in a single shot of course), everything and anything that might be of import. Then using that information, the Vindicare will take up the best spot for a silent and smooth assassination shot, and a clean getaway. And then wait in that spot for another couple of months for the absolute perfect moment to pull the trigger on their Exitus riffle, entering a state of torpor to preserve energy meanwhile. At which point it's time to pack up and leave, for the target is now dead.

Vindicares don't miss.

Well, unless the Vindicare is male and the cute Eldar Farseer he was ordered to take out just took off her helmet and is crying and wounded. But that's a different story. (It's called Love Can Bloom, look it up it's a cute little bit of fan fiction that has sadly never been finished. but it's still cute and I don't care if you think it's cringe and doesn't fit 40K I still like it)

Whoof, got a little defensive there, but alright,

SoCarter out.

The lifeguard's largest yet

Hey all,

So, first of all, this did not need to be quite as late as it is, but while working on this piece I got just so many ideas for it I wanted to do at least some, even if I couldn't add them all in. It was going to be slightly late regardless, but the two variations were not part of the initial plan, and the fourth "in motion" version was especially last minute. Textless versions are self-evident methinks.

I however felt that, if we're all going to be waiting longer anyway due to currently ongoing health issues, I might as well pack in a few more goodies for the big releases as well.

As you may have guessed, this is another commission, though at the time I got it it seemed mere weeks away, that ended up taking a bit longer due to... stuff. I'm sure you're tired of hearing about it by now.

You may recognize her, either if you've watched Lilo and Stitch, or if you haven't but have been following me for a while, because I've drawn her before, or also if you've come across other naughty fan art featuring this blonde tanned beauty, she's quite popular. Those initial outings were however simple RQR's so for the big commission I wanted to really do her justice.

The title as such is a bit of a double entendre, as not only is she probably taking the largest cock she's ever had up her snookums, the canvas she's on is bigger, and look at those options! That's... *counting fingers* six whole variations! For a total of 7. Neat huh?

To talk about my health a little bit, yes I've seen a doctor by now, several in fact, one of which a neurologist. Who advised (as I thought) to stop taking the vitamin supplements and wait it out, seeing the unchanging and relatively stable symptoms, he wasn't too worried. But still if in four weeks time things haven't improved, I have like, all kinds of tests and studies pre-scheduled in case it's not the pills, because that's weird and worrying. Though still not extremely so because it's mostly the lack of sleep resulting from the nerve pains that are fucking me up, not the nerve pain itself. So whatever it isn't that bad (probably), not yet at least, and lack of sleep can be treated in other ways.

SoCarter out and I think I might actually have something else finished for this Sunday too for once.

A very p*rny wood elf monarch

Hey all,

I'm not sure how to tackle this but we're throwing things around for a bit today to put a health update first, and then the smut will follow below, instead of the usual. I have typed up this long rant about what's happening, but it sounds too aggressive and angry to me, and it's also too long, so I'm going to try and reword it in a nicer way that also takes up less space and feels less like I'm ranting into the void about painful feet.

In short; I am not doing entirely ok right about now. And I haven't had a proper night's sleep in about five days. Which to those who are chronically tired from underlying health issues, is kind of a big deal. My feet are killing me.

Well not literally, but they are driving me crazy. Remember I last week said my feet were feeling warmer? Well that has taken a turn for the strange, and the uncomfortable. As now both my legs, ass, and... groinal region feel numb, cold and tingly, while my feet are numb, cold, hot, tingly, sore, AND I keep getting these sharp stabbing pains in my soles and toes.

It has gotten so bad that I can't sleep, and this weekend has been spent mostly in a fairly frustrated daze of continuous exhaustive anger at my painful feet while I hobble awkwardly around my apartment on wobbly legs. So obviously I haven't been able to get much drawing done either.

Luckily, after rereading the form that came with those vitamin pills I talked about previously, I discovered that when one start feeling numb and tingly while taking these one should probably stop taking them and contact a doctor. So that's what I did. Two days ago. My feet are starting to feel better already, and we've got an appointment scheduled for next Thursday. But Friday was torture to get through.

If anything, let this be a lesson to always double, then triple check the forms you get with your medication, even if you think you've "got it" because you've been taking meds most your life and you "have experience", and to not go off the memory of what you thought you read on it three weeks ago. It can save you from a lot of wasted time and the most frustrating weekend I've ever experienced.

I do want to put something out at least, and remain hopeful we'll not get a repeat of last year with continuous delays and breaks in uploading because of a series of unfortunate, but entirely unrelated events. And that once this is over, this'll be the last of it. So here you go:

...Letting go of the two witches the prince leans forward, placing one hand on the tiny witches' slender back and pushing her torso down on the floor. Her tight, shapely bum pointing up at him as she lets out a little squeal of surprise, and begins hammering his enormous rod down into the tight confines of her tender sex hard, the poor young witch mewling underneath him as he goes to town on her inexperienced little pussy while now making out with the witch in front of her instead, going faster with every pump of his hips until he bursts.

Exploding into her little womb, he grinds his teeth together and moans into the mouth of the other witch as liters of fresh hot sperm begin flooding her friend's womb, her already stretched stomach inflating quickly with spunk as he pumps his hips down again as another blast joins the first.

Pulling away from the kiss, he slides his tremendous meat out of the bruised and battered pussy to let the third fat rope splash over her back, shooting so far he hits the other in the face as the remaining witches quickly scurry over. Aiming himself at each of them as they present themselves, he jacks himself off once more while depositing a fat rope on every last one, each spurt easily enough to liberally coat their faces and juicy, wobbling tits. The first few he coats crowd around the base of his junk and take over for him, pressing their freshly lubed up busts around his shaft and seamlessly transitioning into a titfuck even as he's still firing off ropes of white sticky goodness for them.

As several pairs of breasts slide along his immense member, the prince reaches down to grab a handful of ass in each hand again, grunting in approval of the careful tending to his manhood by his many partners. Seeing an opportunity, he wades forward through the tangle of limbs and bodies, and lines his shaft back up with his most favourite of warm, wet holes.

Through all this madness, none had yet claimed Sophia's lower half for themselves, though three had joined the four on her upper half to each claim a hand, the third thrusting in the little bit of space left between her right arm and the side of her wobbling chest. Feeling the familiar warmth and girth of the prince stretch her most intimate hole open, Sophia moans around the turgid member in her mouth as she spreads her legs farther for easier entry, as the prince's own mouth gets occupied by another witch while his hands busy themselves finger blasting the two he dragged along with him.

Their latest orgy continues on through the rest of mid-day, one by one the less experienced among them losing their stamina and either excusing themselves or watching on from the sidelines as the ever-tireless prince continues on.

Eventually only he, Sophia, Bernadette, and Casandra are left, the same group this madness started with as he's fucking the incredibly busty witch on top of the desk, her huge pale udders shaking along with his steady pumping as she stares up at him, the fat bulge his cock makes pistoning up and down her stomach and chest as it always does, while Sophia and Bernadette lay on the table either side of her.

"Ah, ahn~ D-do we have an agreement? Ahn~ You help us- hnmm~ -get the church of our ba-hack~ We help- Ahn!~ -help you tame this beast, and aid the Orc tribe~"

Casandra grunts through clenched teeth as she tries to stave off another climax.

"We would agree to it, but where and how do you suggest we start?"

Sophia asks, tired but satisfied as she wipes a stray strand of seed off her cheek and sucks it off her finger.

"The church- uhnmfuck~ -i-is obsessed with maintaining their image of purity, even with the magic lust contaminants in the water making everyone horny~ With our dear f-friend at the centre of this magical anomaly, you could try and use him to woo members of the church that are of high standing~ With the cathedral still under construction, there's several places where the church temporarily congregates instead. Ah, ahn, ah~ There's an abbey you might try not too far from here, j-j-just go there and tell them you have sins to confess. They've all taken oaths to not raise hands nor arms against sinners, but instead "help them save themselves" so no harm will come to any of you~"

"And if it doesn't work?"

"Y-you can- Ahn~ -s-simply leave~"

"If it's so easy, why haven't you attempted this yourself?"

Sophia asks with a raised eyebrow, staring down at the raven-haired woman while the prince continues to hammer his rod into her warm, constricting depths unabated.

"They have... o-other ways to keep people in line, but you are not from here, so they hold little power over you. I understand this may... prolong your stay beyond your intentions, but I cannot see another way. But it also gives us extra time to help you tame his boundless desire directly~"

With a final thrust, the prince begins to ejaculate for the final time in Casandra's hot little cunt, filling her up with another torrent of seed until her tummy stands round, and he pulls himself out of the tired beauty to drape the final couple of huge ropes over his three partners, paying extra attention to Casandra's great big chest again to splatter them with thick wads of sperm, their deal sealed...

SoCarter out and no lore today because reasons.

Got milk?

Because you can throw that 3rd rate stuff away now, this girl can give you the premium fresh stuff straight from the tap.

Hey all,

Phew, ok, so it's been a spell again. So health update: still tired. This isn't surprising, vitamin supplements take a while before you start noticing their effects.

I do have one thing though I wasn't previously aware off; my feet are less cold, which can be another key indicator of your vitamin intake being out of wack for too long. I guess I just simply didn't notice at first because of the gradual change and the other, much more pressing health issues.

But so seeing how I got back from the doctor's with some meds, info, and of course professional advice, I've been taking it slow if you may have noticed.

Well that is for my uploads, because behind the scenes I've been drawing up a storm (as much as I am able to), and doing some writing for the fantasy story accompanying those character sketches. And with the story growing lengthier, and actually going somewhere now with some info from our new witch friends, I also took the time to work out some more rough plot for the foreseeable future, because I was actually starting to run out.

But what about this bovine gal? Well, it's, as you may have guessed, a commission. A commission from the same person as the last cow-girl actually. Made almost immediately after the first one because he apparently liked it a lot. Practically gave me free reign too. This time, I decided to take the cow-girl idea a bit more literal, by putting this one in a country gal-esque getup, complete with flannel top all tied up in a knot around those big heaving mammaries, hotpants, and some cowboy boots. Why there's even some subtle tan lines visible. On top of her being an actual cowgirl.

She's not quite as stacked as the previous one, but I hope that won't be a deal-breaker because she's still pretty big. And fit too, look at those legs, those thighs!

No alternative versions this time, as I am trying to take things slow. I do hope it gets better, because I am really missing the days where multiple uploads a week weren't just common, but easy

She's still surprised at his size even after all that?

Hey all,

So indeed, the "more like this will follow this week" did not end up panning out, because of course it didn't.

I tried remaining optimistic about my output throughout, but I guess my health did end up get the better of me, so I suppose now's a good a time as any to let you guys in on what's going on. As per usual I will spare you all the details, and don't take this as me throwing myself a pity-party, I just feel you're owed some insight into this, as this time this isn't late because of me being a dummy.

But first, the drawing.

As you can see, this is a more recent one, this one actually as I remember ended up being delayed significantly due to the several circumstances last year, and even when I finally managed to get it out it was but one version, even though I normally like to include some bonus features in my commissions, for the fun of it, and also because most of the time I have the time for it. That time I didn't, even though I wanted to do a cummy version, I couldn't fit it in.

So thought the requestee as well, so I promised a later cummy version somewhere down the line, that somewhere down the line being now, apparently.

And what better way to celebrate a good day's fucking by flopping your big ol' (recently pleasured) ding dong on the huge bouncy tiddies you were pleasured with? Seems that despite taking that beast (probably) up all her holes, this pink-haired lady is still taken by the sheer size of the thing she managed to fit inside her, but I'm sure she'll get over it eventually.

So as for what's been happening. I have a form of auto-immune disorder. The specific thing I have has a long and complicated name which I only know in my native tongue, so I'm not sure what use it'll be for you guys if I were to spell it out (I'd have to look it up first anyway).

But if you've ever heard of crohn's, it's very similar to that. If you don't, crohn's is a condition where your immune system goes bonkers and starts attacking your gut bacteria for no reason, causing issues with digesting things, and since some of these bacteria like the settle in the walls of your digestive system, it also causes ulcers and inflammations and such.

Difference here is that true crohn's disease happens everywhere in your digestive tract, while what I have is more localized, appearing only in my large intestine, but if left untreated the inflammations can spread further.

And of course, recently I've noticed a flare up, I have gone to my doctor by now and he's indeed seeing elevated inflammation levels in my blood, but nothing too crazy, so for now we've decided to wait it out and see if things settle again. So I've got another appointment lined up soon-ish to see if things improved, and we'll see what we'll do by then.

But what I've also noticed is that I'm generally very tired, more so than usual, and usually I'm pretty tired already because being "ill" 24/7 and having your immune system act as though you're ill when you're technically not is pretty tiring for the body. I'm very lethargic and sluggish, and having to take frequent mid-day naps, which is ruining my sleep schedule, which doesn't help the constant tiredness. So now I'm also taking vitamin supplements, to see if things improve there. Because right now the tiredness is what is messing with me the most, and the cause behind our most recent delays in uploads, not the stomach cramps.

Sunday and yesterday for instance I spent large portions of the day asleep in bed, where I wanted to work and finish this. In fact, I am fairly certain I could've finished this on Sunday alone easily, under normal conditions.

That's my explanation for why things are fucky right now, which no one asked for, and are indistinguishable from the times when there's delays because I'm being a lazy git or otherwise having to deal with something else.

SoCarter out and I'm keeping my fingers crossed for things settling down in my gut and the extra vitamins dealing with my lethargy. And also hopefully this week I can finish a new commission on time, because they've been piling up while my health's been going down.

A fairly p*rny banshee

Hey all,

So after the promise of more additions to old pieces this week we are, of course, again facing delays. I'm not entirely feeling too hot this week, and though I am not sure, I have a sneaking suspicion it's "the thing", the big health thing I've alluded to in the past, yeah, it might be flaring up again.

Luckily, I'm visiting the hospital for my routine checkup next week, normally I'd call the hospital but since I'm going there so soon anyway Imma wait it out a few days. If this worries you, don't. In practice for me it means going back to higher doses of stronger meds, which might affect my energy levels and as such, my output for the future. But we'll see what the future holds in store for us.

Who knows, I might even one day tell you guys what exactly is wrong with me ;p

For now, this is but a tentative warning for future content (or the lack thereof).

Now onto the meat of this upload, 40K. This time with another Eldar.

This busty redhead up there, is known as a Howling Banshee.

Now a thing about the Eldar is that they are a highly psychic race, and every individual has psychic powers. But ever since the whole "we graped a hermaphroditic dismembermentdrugssex god into existence who now owns our souls and will murdergrape us for eternity in the afterlife on our death" dealio the way they used their psychic powers, and lived their entire lives, kind of changed, drastically so.

Where in the past they would devote their lives living out their pleasures and hedonistic fantasies, now the Eldar would suppress those urges and devote themselves to a single cause, known as "paths". This is done to ground themselves and to try to avoid the attention of "that thing" and his/her daemons. Now since Eldar live for very long, they can switch paths once they have mastered all the aspects of one, to you know, keep themselves busy and keep avoiding barbed daemon cocks. Most of these paths do not make use of their innate psychic abilities, so most Eldar, despite having the technical capability, are not practicing psykers.

The howling banshees are an aspect of the "path of the warrior". This path is pretty self-evident, those who choose to tread this path devote themselves to warfare and martial prowess. It's composed of innumerable aspects or ehm... flavours of fighting, so to speak, but there's a couple of main ones you are likely to come across on a battlefield. The howling Banshees, uniquely among the big famous aspects, are almost entirely composed of women, though I don't think there is an official rule that states men can't join. Luckily for them Eldar are pretty androgynous so the outfit should still fit regardless. And no, the canon version isn't quite as skimpy as that, but it is funny to think about.

Howling Banshees are close combat specialists, preferring speed and swiftness over raw power, and one of the most feared of all aspects, and though she's not wearing it now, part of her helmet is a vocal amplifier that turns her war cry into a deafening psychic scream that can really mess you up before she's even gotten to you, hence the name. Neat right?

So make sure they take those things off before you bed them, lest her moans rip the skin off your face, which I would guess would make the entire process a lot less pleasurable.

Socarter out.

A very tentacled Mermaid

...The cute little witch looks over her shoulder back at the prince and his enormous shaft towering over her, waving her cute little bum for him despite the obvious worry on her face. Grabbing the soft cheeks and pulling them apart, he saws his giant cock back and forth between them as the young witch mewls.

"D-don't worry too much about hurting me mister, I know some spells on how to fit big things in small spaces~"

The prince grins at the obvious invite, and pulls his hips back, his massive shlong dragging over her back, leaving a trail of pre behind on her thin frame. Having to pull a full two feet back, he extends his arm out to the tip to align it with the small woman's gushing wet little slit, as she excitedly mumbles some indistinct words, no doubt the spell she just mentioned, and pressing his cockhead against her tender sex, he pushes forward.

Besides the pair sit Sophia and Bernadette, each surrounded by their own group of hopeful future partners as the remaining female witches that haven't partnered up already surround our prince, pressing their impressive, creamy chests against him from all sides while he sinks away in the next hot, wet little hole, each pair larger than the next. No crowd however is as big as the one surrounding Casandra, who's holding her immense tits up for a semi-circle of cocks surrounding her to beat off on them, the occasional spurt of seed landing over them as she chuckles and giggles each time one of her male colleagues goes over the edge and adds to the mess, other eager future suitors poking her in the cheeks with their erect rods.

"How about some engorgement charms boys~ These gals are used to things a bit bigger than normal~"

Casandra opts with a wink, before turning her head and taking the tip of one lucky wizard into her mouth, slurping away on it as the men excitedly nod and begin casting their spells. And the ring of fat throbbing cocks around her grows as shafts extend, engorged glanses poking her in the face as her jaw gets forced open wider with the growing member in her mouth.

Bernadette, now on her side with one leg raised, an excited mage thrusting into her backside from behind while another humps away at her hot box while hugging her shapely leg, lets out an excited squeal when a freshly grown mega-cock swings down in her field of view, and she looks up at its owner with an excited, toothy grin before eagerly gobbling it up, her great big tits swinging along as she begins to bob her head along its imposing length while the owner starts to thrust, groaning down at the ever-eager blonde.

Sophia besides her with a total of three horny lads all trying to help themselves to her massive weighty breasts is laying a bit awkwardly on her back, as they've come up with an inventive way to share just two massive breasts among three penises. One is squatting over her face, shoving his erect member in between her soft cushiony tits from above, his balls dragging over her face as he thrusts and moans, while on either side the two left have laid their cocks out over her torso just under her bust, letting the weight of her juicy udders hang the round globes over them, so each gets their own private fleshy tunnel to thrust in between. Sophia would complain about a man's behind so close to her face, but her attention is drawn away from it with the approach of a fourth massive dong from above. So craning her head back, she accepts the beefy rod upside-down, letting her tongue swirl around the tip like she knows all men love while he too begins to pump his hips.

Sucking on a pair of fat hangers from an older witch, holding them up to his face with one hand as the mature lady gyrates her body against him, the prince's other hand is clasped firmly around the backside of another as she wraps his arm in her own impressive chest. The tiny witch, now impaled on his massive unyielding cock, is bouncing back and forth against him as he thrusts hands-free into the hot, wet little hole, his small partner held up by a friend making out with her as her huge tits jiggle forward between her skinny arms hard with every fierce thrust into her tight, hot box, even with the spell in place a gigantic, obscene bulge hammers its way into and through her skinny body while her cloying hot depths massage the prince's veiny tool, stroking and stroking as he feels another high building.

"Hnmmm fuck, get ready girls, you're about to get your first cumbath"

*He groans as he pops his mouth off the stiffened nipple of the older witch, and he gives the other one's behind a firm smack before burying his fingers between her ass cheeks and stuffing her slit with fingers from behind, making the slutty witch jump and gasp against his arm...

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We're nearly done exploring the intelligent denizens of this world's watery depths, for now at least.

Sometimes, the Elven "Mermaids" don't style themselves after fish to survive and move around beneath the waves indefinitely, but have taken influence from other ocean critters. Such as this plump octopus lady up there.

As mentioned before, this practice goes back in Elvendom all the way to the primitive wood Elf tribes, and who some of which later returned to living that way sensing the repercussions of the high Elves' folly approach.

They were wrong of course, and were hit by the same "curse" as all the others, they thought they were being punished by their gods. While actually it was just a mixture of pride and blind hubris in their own abilities, as well as the complete dismissal of other ways of thinking because they don't like deforestation or industry of the Orcs (which I mean, can be pretty damn bad on large enough scales amiright?) So it's not like they're wrong on that per se but the complete renouncement of the scientific method or anything like it?

Seems like their current fate is less caused by someone or something that did this to them, as it is merely the results of their own actions. Though of course from a certain point of view, they couldn't have known at the time, so it is tragic still. (even though they were major dicks for a time)

Back to those tribes. A lot, but not all of them, have a notion of a spirit animal of sorts, as an expression of their soul. Elves grow up thinking they all have one such entity chosen by fate, and it is part of their life's journey to discover it. At which point they will modify their body to come closer to that spiritual side of them.  How far they choose to express this differs from time tribe to tribe across time periods, and for the Mermaids, it meant the birth of a bunch of different "families" of Mer-dom, each with their own specialties and philosophies. Sometimes this bred rivalries between them, and sometimes these rivalries spun out of control into strife and even war. In short, the tentacle-maids at large do not like the fish-maids very much.

At that time, they were still genetically altering their bodies, which for the Mermaids was necessary for survival so it's not like they had options. But while up top it caused severe fertility issues, down below the various mer-doms had solidified into pretty stable and self-contained strains who, while they largely lost the ability to interbreed with the other Mer, could still create offspring among themselves pretty steadily, leading to some flourishing underwater empires for the more ancient sea dwellers to compete against or collaborate with.

Of course, the surface dwellers couldn't profit from this advantage either, so they remain doomed, unless someone comes up with a solution. Modern Elves have mellowed out severely from their past selves, with a notable exception being the Dark Elves breaking away to establish their own empires, but while times might seem rough for the rest of the Elves, future breakthroughs might save them.

Hey look isn't that a fun segue into crawling back on land like those darn fish did hundreds of millions of years ago for the next installment? I think it is.

Hey all,

Why yes, I am uploading again so soon, thank you for noticing ;)

Of course, the continual effing-up of my upload schedule might leave one a tad hopeless and despondent; "Of course Socarter's late again. Let me guess, your bike exploded randomly right under you and you needed ass-surgery to put everything back together and make sure the right tubes lead to the right exits right?"

But I have not given up, so here's a "second" upload of the day, not really being second in that for me the day has passed and it's past 12 technically, but it is pretty solidly within 24 hours of each other so I'd say it counts.

SoCarter out.

A familiar face with extra nut

Hey all,

So yeah seems this is late and my schedule is completely out of whack again because I am an incorrigible mess.

To put an excuse with the fantasy character sketches at least, I am running out of "generic characters I can put anywhere to explain parts of the world while telling the smutty story alongside them" ...things, which has lead to some delays as I've had to more meticulously plan things out ahead of time.

Seems even my awesome time saving quicky uploads run victim to my slightly autismal need to finish things either perfectly to satisfaction or just not at all, and there is no middle ground.

But speaking of finishing things to satisfaction, sometimes, even with commissions I spend all this time on, this doesn't exactly happen. As I'll get post-upload messages from commission recipients going "Hey um, SoCarter? I kinda wanted it more like this? Like, I love it the way it is but um... also kinda... you know?" And then I'm like "Well dang son I got more stuff to do, projects lined up, and I'm kinda on a schedule (yeah right!) here so... I mean it's little effort but I can't right now but someday in the future I'll get to it and acquiesce to your request then, capishe?". And then they're like "Ah yeah that's coo' g it's not a big thing anyway just kinda was wondering if you could... you know?" And then I'm like "Yeah I get it my broski it's no biggie, just not right now. But you did pay for it after all".

That's how most internal conversations go in my head by the way, including the random slang I tend not to use in normal conversations so I don't know what they're doing spooking around in my head.

So yeah, that's kind of what this is, there's a couple more (not many), that I'll work on this week. HOPEFULLY to be released on time but you never know with me so we'll see. Starting off with young, busty knight Sophia servicing her lord in the woods with those great big milktanks of hers like in that scene from months back. I did not add a cummy version to it because it had been a project that had gone on for long enough, but I've always myself kind of wanted to, and the commissioner (commissionee? commissiour?) wanted one too.

And now here it is, both clothed and nude.

Sidenote, Initial plan for these sketches was for Patrons to vote on a selection of girls to draw out scenes in the story, but that never ended up panning out because of time constraint and regular commissions taking up all of it. But I still want to one day find some extra time to draw another thing from my smutty story. So if you want, you can leave a suggestion for something you'd like to see in the comments. Just keep in mind that I'll make no promises. It just may appear randomly one day, without warning, or never.

Anyhow enjoy Sophia getting doused in thick hot stringy, sticky, smelly, tasty, chunky, white, creamy, some additional adjectives, seed.

Hnmm, awfully descriptive that one...

SoCarter out.

A fairly p*rny assassin

Hey all,

So this is, yet again (tired of hearing this yet?) late. Nothing big going on, not even being a mopey downer or being lazy, nope. Just simply been feeling a bit under the weather.

Feels refreshing to have a normal excuse for being late, just standard fare. Tired, cold and hot at the same time, nauseous. A good old cold it seems.

...or perhaps I have caught the coof... We'll see, I'm not too worried. Just lucky me this happened after the scheduled hospital visit earlier this week because if it happened earlier I likely would have had to reschedule, which is a chore.

But that's personal stuff.

Now, 40K

This time we're looking at something a bit more obscure in the lore, because this deadly lady is known as a death cult assassin.

Now many of these death cults that exist within the imperium are very illegal, and either knowingly or unknowingly worship one of the chaos gods, mostly Khorne.

More on chaos later.

But there are imperial ones, cults that have been state-sanctioned as they are merely very... violent interpretations of the standard imperial religion. The most important part is of course that they believe in the god emperor of mankind. Which they do, so they're allowed.

These non-heretical death cults are often deployed by the inquisitorial arm of the imperium, either as infiltration agents or dedicated members of an inquisitor's personal retinue.

For inquisitors you see, hold a hecking heaping heck-ton of power within the imperium. They in fact wield the ultimate authority within the imperium, as not even the lords of Terra that oversee the imperium in the emperor's stead may overrule their decisions. This is to ensure that, should one of those lords become corrupt, an inquisitor can just off them without issue... because corrupt lords of Terra fucking everything up was a problem for some time. Now this doesn't ensure that the inquisitor themselves can't be corrupt, but the organization self-regulates itself, and though technically there are no official ranks among the inquisitors, there are those that are held in higher esteem than others. So you know, there's some oversight at least.

There is a lot more to say on inquisitors too, which we will save for when their turn is up. But I hope that little tidbit there was enough to illustrate to you how and why these guys might hire assassins such as these.

Now in lore and on the tabletop, I've only ever seen them depicted as women, (and seeing the modest bust size I gave this gal, probably the most accurate depiction of a 40K entity I've drawn yet, fun fact that) but there is nothing stating they can't be men either, so that's possible.

Now, what should be noted here are also the other assassins. The official Imperial assassins, hailing from the officio assassinorum. These death cults, are not them.

Imperial assassins are insane, perhaps the most specialized and one-on-one deadly individuals within the entire Imperium, and considering the power the Imperium still holds, possibly even the entire setting. Well, that is of course outside of well known legendary heroes in the setting.

These guys are not that, death cult assassins are more your garden variety space ninja, not a "can probably 1v1 a space marine chapter master in open combat". And I'm pretty sure that, even if you don't know anything about 40K, you probably know of space marines, so that should say a lot about them.

Should one of these death cult assassins prove particularly skilled in the art of death however, (and not too old to begin the insane training required to become one) they may be picked up by the officio assassinorum to become a real assassin. So perhaps we will see some of these other assassins next.

This post seems like a nice leadup to them, doesn't it?

SoCarter out.

A fairly p*rny fish(wo)man

It has been a while since the last one but here we are again, and we are returning to the depths again... or well, the shallows really in this case. But they're still wet so there's that.

This time we're taking a look at a non-mermaid race, the fishmen.

Well, they go by many names, too many really, as there are a fair number of varieties and they are relatively few in number. I listed three common names they go by. But for starters, let's look at the one the average person is most likely to come across.

Though they share many features with true mermaids, in the build of their heads, the existence of fins and frills, gills, a lack of hair of any kind, and pseudo-breasts that conveniently look and feel like true mammalian mammaries but lack the main function, they are in fact barely related. On first glance, they do indeed appear rather fishy in nature, as though someone dressed up a human in a fish-like bodysuit. But when looked at up close they are far more amphibian than fishy. And I do mean amphibian, not amphibious, as a race of semi-aquatics, of course they are amphibious. No, I mean like frogs, salamanders, or newts.

They also differ in that, these are freshwater "animals", and do not actually need to live in deep waters, though they can be found in lakes, they are equally at home in bogs or swamps, or even particularly moist parts of a jungle, hence a common other name they get, swamp-things.

But the fishmen don't just merely sit as a seeming transition stage from fully aquatic mermaid to completely land-based human, their bodies seem a weird mish-mash of mermaid and hominid features. The fishmen's evolutionary origins, if we were to put ourselves in a modern-day equivalent of porny fantasy land, are hotly debated, and a bit of a mystery.

You see, no-one knows where they came from. 

There are distant whispers of animalistic and monstrous deep-sea versions of these fishy people called "deep ones", but none have been able to verify their existence. Though even when it comes to the freshwater version, they are still relatively rare, and no one seems to be able to pin-point when exactly they started showing up. What's more, any and all evolutionary history of these things seem to be lacking. Causing many to assume they are something I have yet to discuss; manufactured species.

So far, we've only seen three kinds of races, those that simply evolved naturally, those that changed and engineered themselves to be different through magic, and those that aren't alive at all in the technical sense but merely a collection of sentient magic put into the shape of something vaguely humanoid (while of course they don't need to be).

A manufactured race, is one that has seemingly been engineered by a third party. A good example of these would be Kobolds, a group term used for a collection of reptilian servant-races sometimes made by particularly powerful and vain Dragons. But we are far from ready to tackle Dragons, yet. So let's leave them be for now.

The problem with fishmen though, is that if they were indeed engineered, then we don't know who made them, or when. And if they predate all known hominids, it opens up a lot of questions about our own origin, considering how... alike we are in certain aspects, particularly bone and muscle structure. And we don't have this problem with true mermaids of course, as they are built so wholly different from us, their top-halves being merely superficially similar.

Don't worry, we'll leave the waters again soon.

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...As Casandra slumped down in the growing pool of splooge that was gushing out of her freshly-filled womb Sophia took her prince down her throat. At this point an expert, she took him effortlessly down to the root as her bright green eyes bored into his. Bernadette meanwhile leant in underneath the skilled redhead to tend to his heavy ball-sack, carefully cupping the large pair while smothering them in kisses, she too staring up at him from underneath Sophia. She pulled back, sucking harshly so her cheeks caved in around his tremendous girth, and her plump lips clung to his member, sightly stretching her face while the prince hissed through his teeth at the sight.

The surrounding mages stared in awe at one of their senior members being taken like that, and the near-effortless skill on display of the two female travel companions of the prince as they stepped in. They'd always fantasized about Casandra, some of them even had gotten lucky with her. And of course with their magical know-how things had gotten quite freaky at times, but this was something else, nothing like they'd seen before as they stared at the two fellating the biggest cock they'd ever seen, and Beautiful busty Casandra, slowly coming to while licking the thick spunk off her tits.

"I see you have experience dealing with his immense libido... in your own way~"

Casandra muses as she looks at the three, Bernadette pulling back to nod.

"We've been traveling together for a good week now, and Sophia here has been even longer, you learn a thing or two. And well..."

Her eyes went back to the prince as he guided Sophia's head along his tremendous length.

"He's very good at returning the favour, even if he tends to lose himself a bit...~"

Sophia pulled back her head all the way with a gasp, strands of seed and saliva hanging between her lips and his throbbing rod, and before he could push her head down his member again Bernadette had taken her place, slurping away on the tip while her tongue slowly swirled around him, and he let go of the redhead so she instead could rain down kisses down his shaft while Bernadette slowly pushed her head down it at her own pace.

"I suppose that's where we can help a bit, control that un-tamable desire of his..."

Casandra replied as she let her enormous bare tits sag down again, still coated in plenty of smeared out seed and enticingly shiny and glossy as they heavily hang over her slim waist, the others staring.

"...Oh alright, come join in, I'm sure they won't mind~ I'll take care of anyone who feels left out with these great big tits of mine~"

She said with a smirk to the eager onlookers, rolling her eyes at them. They didn't need to be told this twice, robes quickly lifted aside, bare breasts and erect cocks bouncing free as two groups of horny wizards and witches approached the three of them and Casandra, some turning to the others and simply having fun among themselves as the room descended into an yet another orgy for our party.

Bernadette and Sophia taking turns on the prince's enormous meat, they free their fat breasts to join the party of nude bodies, Casandra isn't the only witch with magically enhanced assets, though hers are obviously the most extreme example, many of the young witches are actually quite close to the blonde and redhead. Surrounded by so much bare and jiggly titflesh, the prince felt another climax encroaching fast.

Pulling his cock back and feverishly jacking off to the scene, Sophia and Bernadette leaned in close, eager for what was to come as they push their faces together and roll their tongues out to receive his hot white love, quickly joined by the newcomers as he began firing off fresh ropes, draping them across faces and tits as they press together while surrounding him. Grunting with every rope, he jacked off fast as he gave each face a turn, blasting several ropes across them until he again was done, shaking the last droplets off on a random curly brunette's eager tongue, letting out another groan when she moved in close to smother his head in gentle kisses to keep him hard.

The males who had approached them in hopes of getting lucky with either the blonde or the redhead where eagerly waiting on the sidelines, Bernadette quickly beckoned them over, taking two large, hard members in her hands to begin fellating both, taking turns on either. The prince had intended on immediately moving on to copulating with his knight, but as she leaned back to swallow several mouthfuls of his sperm and relishing in his taste, the gap between them was quickly filled by another young witch. A pretty, skinny little thing. So short she might even be smaller than little Mugbell.

Though from her too hung two massive breasts, in stark contrast to the rest of her thin frame. They were in the crowd of fat breasts among the smallest around, but on her they looked all the bigger, almost a miniature version of busty Casandra. As Sophia was quickly surrounded by a number of men, she knelt down in front of him to begin taking care of the monstrous member dangling in front of her.

Though the prince, denied his pussy, had other plans.

And instead grabbed the small woman by her incredibly thin waist, simply flipping her over and pushing her face to the ground while his enormous cock flopped down on her small, bare ass. His immense girth so long it extended all the way over her back and reaching her head...

Hey all,

As per usual, hit a bit of a delay on this one, as I was busy for a good portion of yesterday for a hospital visit, nothing serious, just standard checkup stuff as I have to do occasionally, what with my compromised health and all. And these increasingly lengthy uploads actually take quite a bit of writing to push out, almost half the work now, I reckon...

Lucky they're quick to draw.

Also some of you may have noticed the secret lovecraftian nature of these boggy fish peeps, and yes, that was indeed intentional.

SoCarter out.

Dr. Whomst've be making all that noise?

Answer: All of them.

Hey all,

Jee-sus Christ on a stick it's been a while, and this took a while. This absolutely humongous commission involving no less than 11 characters has been left with me months back, initial plan was to work on it in the background and release whenever ready.

That plan ended up going nowhere and just resulted in a bunch of shitty scrapped drafts. So I've decided to throw it all aside and take some time out to really focus on this thing because it's about time to deliver.

Sorry for the wait guys and gals, but here it finally is.

We're well into our third week of working on this, and while technically it could've been done by Wednesday or Thursday, I decided to give myself a bit of extra rest and just do all the finishing touches at my leisure, and not crunch it in a day.

But so here it is! For those who have not yet guessed just what the hell this is, it's an all-female orgy scene... thing, featuring a whole heaping bunch of female Dr. Who characters. Like there's some of the female companions, like Donna, Rose, and... the chick who also plays nebula in Guardians of the Galaxy and the like, there's the lizard lady, there's this pitch black female shaped glowy red eyed thingie, the gang's all here!

Well I don't know really, I don't watch Dr. Who, so I don't know who's missing. I've only really followed along with it from the sidelines during the Eccleston and Tennant era because back then I was still living with my parents and my older brother watched it so since we shared a pc room I caught a whole bunch of eps then. Also caught a bit of the next guy, the fezz dude, hung out with... Clara Oswald? I think I remember her because she was (is?) inordinately cute.

You Who fanatics may be able to sus out who's who (heh), cozz I sure don't.

But it's finally done and I am highly probably NOT taking on any more projects of this magnitude. As I gave this my full attention it quickly became evident that this was not doable in the normal time frame, and even at nearly three weeks of work I feel I rushed things here and there.

For half a maddening moment I had the initial idea in my mind to make separate pinups for each of them and then combine them together in this large orgy with all kinds of versions for them all separately. I quickly decided that trying that would be insane and didn't. But I did include a big tiddy version. Just sorta happened really, initial ask was for a normal and a preggers version but while sketching I gave some a bigger bust because preggers=milk factories start working and stuff. It was just a natural choice to make. I then thought "eh I might just as well make a separate big tiddy version now that I'm working on these anyway".

It's a nice bonus for the wait I feel and didn't take long to add in.

From now on, regular sized projects again, so assuming I don't pull a me and slack off again expect a normal upload schedule for next week.

SoCarter out.

Yet another fairly p*rny T'au

Hey all,

See? I knew I could do multiple uploads a day. It's not that hard.

If everything cooperates especially.

But so after another fantasy sketch it's time for some Warhammer 40K, with another flavour of our favourite space blueberries.

It's the earth caste this time, who have perhaps the least to say about them, because other races don't really come into contact with these kinds. Fire caste is an obvious first place with being the standard soldier, so they're often at the forefront. Then there's the diplomats and leaders of the water and Ethereal caste, though rarely an Ethereal can also find themselves on the battlefield directly. And finally there's the air caste, who pilot most of the aircrafts and spaceships in the T'au arsenal and fleet, so you might come across them as their enemy should you search the wreckage of a shot down plane of theirs.

Earth caste however, don't ever get anywhere any enemy forces or stuck in the heat of battle, as they make up the bulk workers, farmers, engineers, and scientists of the T'au race. They're not tall or thin like the aforementioned water and air caste, they're not as muscular as the fire caste, and they're also not the perfectly balanced medium between all these extremes of the Ethereals, The earth caste instead are short and stout.

So I made this representation as thicc as I dared. This space blueberry is jiggly all over.

As the scientists and engineers of the race they are of course responsible for all of their tech and its manufacturing and upkeep. So if any would appear on the battlefield at all, it'd be on the back lines, performing maintenance and repairs of the various weapons and war machines they field.

And yeah, with that said we have indeed reached the end of my relevant knowledge of the Earth caste, who despite being the most numerous caste are the ones most rarely seen by others. Bit of a short one.

Fitting, considering her stature.

SoCarter out.

Another form of p*rny Mermaid

...With the other wizards and witches busying themselves with emptying their kart of all the magical lore, already starting to catalogue and store everything, Casandra makes it no secret how she intends to repay the group for the research they brought, and how they may help in the future.

The prince practically bursts out of his seat at the top-heavy witch's approach, and within seconds is mauling her great big udders in his hands as she drops onto her knees in front of him, gently smiling up at the overly horny prince.

Quickly his tremendous shaft is freed to the impressed gasps and coos of the surrounding witches, he heavily smacks it down in the soft, snug valley of Casandra's incredible tits, and he quickly start humping away at the pair as she helps him wrap her big bouncy fun bags around his turgid length. True to their description, the fat pair quickly wobble and bounce along with the prince's frantic pounding, his hips loudly clapping against the underside of the pair as he repeatedly spears his manhood up between them.

Having been teased for so long by the greatest pair of tits he's seen yet, he is quickly brought to climax as he doubles over his newest sexy partner. The first few fresh hot ropes of spunk exploding right into Casandra's face, spraying around her as she sputters against the torrent of seed, another round of impressed gasps going through the crowd.

Still pumping out seed, he leans back again and jacks himself off, aiming his rod at Casandra's big bust and hosing the pair down, which she helpfully props up for him to do so, equally impressed by his performance.

This only serves to egg him on more, so without much fanfare or care he yanks the beautiful witch up by her arm, spins her around, and hikes her black robes up to expose a behind as fantastic as Bernadette's to smack his still leaking giant member on top of.

"W-wait-"

Is all the raven-haired beauty can get out as she half turns around to try and halt him when he pulls his hips back and jams them forward again the moment his immense glans is lined up with the already moistening folds of her tender sex, his spunk providing all the lube necessary to slide inside of her, though not all the way.

"-oof~"

Casandra groans as her eyes roll up in their sockets from the sudden considerable intrusion, and she grabs the table on front of her to try and remain steady while behind her the prince frantically starts to pound away at her tight, wet, witch pussy. Gigantic tits shaking along between her arms, Casandra hangs her head low, gasping and mewling as she lets him take her, inch after inch of his arm-thick fuckpole bashed into her repeatedly as he tries to achieve his second nut with her.

Again it does not take all too long for the prince to achieve his release, Casandra feeling the fat two-footer inside of her begin to spasm and throb before lurching up as his balls clamp together to send an incredible first wave of piping hot, fresh seed straight into her. Again and again he cums, thrusting himself in as deep as he'll go with every pump so her giant tits swing along between her arms while her stomach slowly expands with the amounts he's pumping into her, Casandra orgasming right along with him as she mewls and her eyes roll up with every fierce thrust.

Sliding himself out of her snug cooch, he again jacks himself off the rest of the way over her ass and back to decorate the witch with some thick white ropes. But as he prepares to move onto the third round he's quickly intercepted by Sophia and Bernadette, both recognizing Casandra is probably not ready for all his unbridled lust all at once just yet...

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That's right, we're not done with mermaids yet. So after that brief description of the true mermaids basic anatomical features and evolutionary history let's expand on that a bit.

True mermaids are perhaps in the running for one of the oldest intelligent races in the world. Though for the longest time they remained relatively primitive. This has to do with the limitations water provide.

It's often thought that it was the freeing up of our front limbs and the use of tools that first stimulated the hominid brain to become bigger, more complicated. Now these mermaids obviously posses the same traits, they have hands, opposable thumbs and all. What's holding them back?

This would be the water they live in. Because while they can can make use of sharpened sticks and rocks, projectiles in the water don't tend to travel very far, because of the resistance of the water itself, so weapon crafting never really went further than spears or clubs. Even today's highest-caliber rifles in the real world don't get very far in water, and Mermaids would have never even come close to any projectile weaponry of that level, since a simple thrown spear or loosed arrow is next to useless. That technology simply couldn't advance underneath the surface.

Another thing about water putting a hamper on their progress is fire, or rather, the lack of it in water. Fire is next to the wheel and the spear, counted as among the most important inventions in history, technologies on which all other subsequent technology is built. And sadly, spongebob logic isn't real, you don't get fire underwater. So with a lack of fire they again do not have access to a wealth of technological breakthroughs and advancements.

And having mentioned it before, what use is the wheel underwater? On land it helps us move heavy loads considerably larger distances with considerably less effort than the conventional way. But again underwater the water's own buoyancy helps lift heavy loads. For mermaids, there was never a need for the wheel, so why invent them?

These things combined means that civilizations underneath the surface of the oceans have very limited means of advancements beyond simple caveman level technology, and then they can't even have fire on top, and spears and the wheel are next to useless.

Eventually though, they did advance, though the going was slow. And much of their technology actually comes from surface dwellers dropping things into the seas, where it sinks to the bottom to be picked up by the native residents.

That's how this sharky mermaid got her halbert.

But magic too played a part. As I've gone over at length, Magic allows for the bending and breaking of the rules of reality. So it could make up for the lack of fire for one. Problem is of course that if you lack the natural means of something, or some basic building blocks of future technologies lack usefulness underneath, how would you even come up with these concepts? Let alone find viable alternatives for them, even with the use of magic.

Mermaids, and other undersea dwellers as a result, have always lagged behind the surface dwellers on a technological level.

This is not to say they are dumb though, or not as capable. Their relative lack of sophistication is just a result of the natural barriers placed on them by their habitat. Because history has shown they are just as capable of understanding all these concepts and ideas just fine. It's just... taken a while longer because some things that seem obvious and intuitive on land just simply aren't in water.

Hey all,

This is probably the most stark contrast between lore and story I ever typed up. Not just because the two have nothing to do with each other, but because one is just pure unmitigated smut and the other an explanation on how technology advances differently depending on the needs and limitations certain habitats present.

SoCarter out.

A fairly p*rny Jungle Fighter

Hey all,

Again a bit late, but here's another entry for our WH40K deadly gals series. This time something relatively mundane again, a regular woman. Or well, an action babe.

Because this particular lady belongs to the Catachan Jungle fighters, an Imperial Guard regiment hailing from the planet Catachan, renowned for their prowess at guerilla warfare in the dark, damp, and hot jungles from across the galaxy. And for being sheer unmitigated badasses down to the last (wo)man.

If Cadians, the "standard" Imperial Guard are styled after WWII era warfare with tanks, gunlines, trenches, and dogfighting up in the air, then the Catachans are definitely styled after the Vietnam war, Rambo style. Helicopters, napalm, and sexual Tyrannosaurus is their name, It ain't me, machetes, and camo facepaint is their game. There even is a Rambo equivalent in 40K, called Sly Marbo, HERO OF THE IMPERIUM. Rumour has it his battle cry alone can freeze any foe with sheer terror, crumple tanks, knock spacecrafts out of the sky, decapitate random bystanders, sunder walls, and fold the fabric of spacetime into itself as he AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA's his way through the battlefield.

That's a meme by the way, none of that's true.

Well, except for the name.

But yes, that's the Catachans, picture the cast of the predator movie+Rambo and you've basically got that army down to a T.

Their homeworld also kinda refers back to the previous upload, as Catachan is also a deathworld. But instead of a barren irradiated wasteland. It is an entire planet covered in the densest, hottest, deadliest jungle imaginable. Like Australia and the Amazon rainforest had a child and that child was fed nothing but steroids as it grew up. Everything there wants you dead, and is very much capable of following through on that. This ensures that only the strongest of the strong survive there. Which is why the planet breeds such excellent, if situational, soldiers. Their style of combat isn't well suited for all battlefields of course, but when they're in their element, they're exceptionally effective. When they're not they're just... regular effective. Because while you can take the Catachan out of the jungle, you can't take the bad-ass out of a Catachan. They'll still kick ass and take names.

SoCarter out.

All they will f*ck is you

Hey all,

Ok so now it's definitely not my fault this is late... again. Third time wasn't the charm after all.

But how was I to know that in the middle of working on this my pc would go "hey guess what? It's Windows Update time!"

And this wasn't no normal update that takes 15 minutes to half an hour to do, this one took over 2 full-fucking-hours, and multiple restarts. By the time it was finally done and I thought I was allowed to finish up the by now late second upload, it was past midnight already.

Then, annoyed as I was already, I got hit with my second surprise: The windows update had messed with my tablet drivers and pen pressure wasn't working. Meaning I couldn't draw.

I spent another half hour attempting to update the drivers, until I got a random error and I gave up for the day (night). So I just went to bed. Defeated by technology.

Then of course next morning I tried again and I got another error, this time on restart the thing said the installer didn't have permission to access certain folders, and couldn't continue the update... Yay...

In short I've spent the last couple of days trying to get my tablet to work so I could finally, again, finish up the thing that was supposed to be uploaded on Sunday.

I didn't even find out what the problem was, after a while I just gave up trying to give the thing permission (and myself, because apparently in windows 10 the administrator doesn't have full access either and you need to jump through all kinds of hoops to get them and access parts of your pc yourself). I got sick of it, reverted back to the old drivers, and tried updating one last time before delivering the news things would be on hold again until I manage to figure it out.

Suddenly the installer and drivers work now, no idea why or how. I didn't do anything different far as I can tell. So I guess my pc just decided to be an asshole for two days before letting me get back to my work.

But I can draw again.

So here's part four of that Hazbin Hotel/Doom thing I did last year, because I've been wanting to make a part four for a while now. Also I want to do part a five with Charlie and Vaggie, and then there's the other ladies...

SoCarter out.

A different kind of p*rny mermaid

Hey now, didn't we already do a mermaid earlier?

Well, in that upload I mentioned there were other kinds of mermaid. Basically, for this p*rny fantasy setting, I wanted both the more accurately mythical siren-type mermaids, and the disney-fied friendly mermaids.

Now for friendly mermaids things were easy. I already had elves who liked modifying their bodies, including groups who used it to take on animal traits, so I expanded on that and made elf mermaids, also explains their mystical abilities.

The other kind was different though. I didn't just want to make evil versions of the mermaids I already had. I wanted something more to them, and I wanted them to be a lot more 'fishy'.

So that's how we have these. Unlike the other kind of Mermaid, these have no fancy and dramatic origin story. They are simply a product of evolution. They are not any kind of hominid, these are true fish. Now if you know a bit about evolution and taxonomy, you'll know that "fish" isn't a valid clade. Because "fish" encapsulates such a varied group of animals while leaving out others. But I feel it's still a useful word for common usage, because we all still know what I mean by fish.

Being true fish, their top section simply only roughly resembles the later hominids that would eventually evolve on land, but none of their "human" top half is analogous with our top sections, save for probably the eyes, mouth, and nose.

First of all, they fish, so they don't got no lungs, that means no rib cage to encase their lungs. Their "torsos" as a result are extremely slim, basically a long extended tube with gills running along its side. Also, if you may know a little bit about fish anatomy, you'll know it makes no sense for the arms to sprout from in between two sections of gills, because in fish the limbs only begin after the gills. So what are they doing there?

Well, first off, they're not analogous with our front limbs, their first set of fins are. And as you can see traveling further down her body, you'll come across the second set, which would become legs in amphibians. For this one though, they remain fin.

So, six limbs then, where did they come from and why are they there?

That's because true Mermaids are related to an ancient family of prehistoric fish that had more fins than others. This isn't completely crazy, before the standard fish body plan had been solidified, there were a bunch of different body plans vying for supremacy in the ancient seas. Of course in our world the one we're familiar with ended up winning out. Now did this particular family of fish exist in real life? Not exactly, but I had to start somewhere. And early experimental fish evolution seems like a good place to put the origin point of a very diverse family of vertebrates that do not exist in our world. Because these six-limbed fish didn't just give rise to Mermaids.

And why did their extra fins sprout from in between their gills? Was there an advantage?

I dunno.

So if the fins that would become limbs in ordinary fish only start from the "hips" down. Does that mean her organs are also all below that first pair of fins? Yes it does, it's why her hips are so damn thicc.

These mermaids are also entirely hairless, though algae can grow on their skin, and they like to camouflage themselves with pieces of coral, clam shells, and seaweed.

And their breasts? Not breasts, they're not mammals. Instead they are a pair of sensory organs, similar to what's seen in sharks, it allows them to sense electrical fields in the water. And they have two of them because it allows them to better triangulate directions for where the electrical fields are coming from. So a somewhat similar reason for why hammerhead sharks have their wide faces, except here they're two distinct lobes. Their consistency is somewhat spongy and soft, and being sensory organs, they're quite... sensitive to the touch. This means they are just as fun to play with as the real deal, and it feels good for them too to boot! Despite the completely different origin and use. How wonderful that things worked out this way for our p*rny world.

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...After being lead deeper into the building and offered seats, Casandra and the party tell their stories. Casandra for her part, immediately keys in on the more... intimate parts of their stories despite their attempts to downplay them, assuring them.

"There is no need for shame, sating desire is the main goal of our order, all the better if one can make it... more pleasurable on top~"

The prince is at this point hard as a rock, they've been joined by more wizards and witches who are interested in their story, and though the men don't interest him, together with his two beautiful traveling companions he finds himself in a haven of exposed flesh and enticing figures.

"So is that why you are..."

Sophia nods down to Casandra's tremendous bust, and she laughs at her question.

"Oh these?"

Casandra asks, lifting the fabric of her tight dress off the skin and shifting it aside to reveal a large, pinkish areola. And seeing the prince eagerly watch, shifts it further aside so that her entire enormous breast is exposed, repeating the gesture with the other so that she's sitting in front of them topless.

"Not precisely no, they are as they are as a means to an end, we do not partake in the kind of body enhancements your friend has been subjected to... much"

She replies, nodding over to the prince who uncomfortably shuffles in his seat, cock straining harder and harder against his clothes.

"But they certainly do have their perks aside from the intended goal~ But I assure you, if you're curious, the explanation is long and complicated, and has little to do with what you are probably interested in... unless one of you were interested in becoming a mage~"

The party shake their heads, and continue. Telling of their lustful escapades, the village filled with an inordinate amount of beautiful women, and the uncharacteristically attractive Orc tribe. By the end all gathered wizards and witches are staring with interest at the prince, now revealed the great success story of the recently deceased mad wizard pervert. But they are especially excited at the prospect of going through at least part of his research that they brought with them. Several of the more excited mages leave the room to fetch his research.

"I must thank you for delivering his research to us, even if it's merely a part of it. Of course, we would happily repay you by aiding your friends'..."

She gestures over to the still very much aroused prince, her gigantic bare breasts doing nothing to alleviate his plight.

"...condition... However, if we are to help the Orc tribes, we will likely need more than books, scrolls, and artifacts. Our theory is that our prestigious past "colleague" has been recklessly dumping his failed experiments, that together with his ongoing successful attempts, have been contaminating the surrounding lands, the nature of the contamination, how it functions, and the effects it has exactly, will need to be observed up close."

She leans over the table towards the group, her gigantic chest pleasantly wobbling on top of it.

"As stated before, our own attempts at mounting research operations have been halted at every step by our dear king's new religion~"

There is an awkward silence that follows as the three look among themselves at this news, questioning how to deliver this information to the Orcs.

"So..."

Sophia begins, turning back to Casandra.

"So, if you were to aid us in making those pesky monks and nuns sing a lower tune and allow us to move around, we'd be able to do more and you can see your part of the bargain with the Orcs through, and in return..."

Her eyes drift back to the prince, who at this point is about ready to leap out of his seat and have his way with the beautiful witch...

Hey all,

Hey you know what's fun? Your internet cutting out as you're done drawing something so now you can't upload.

Well it's not fun, but it is why the second upload of yesterday is only coming today. What's that? Second time in a row I've said two uploads in a day but only got one? Let's see if the third time is truly the charm.

Well actually, since I'm uploading rather early... I think I'm still within a 24 hour cycle with the previous upload, so maybe that counts as two uploads in a day? Yes?

Probably not.

SoCarter out.

A fairly p*rny skelebot

Hey all,

Bit later than I said yesterday because I slacked off watching random youtube junk, but here's upload one of two that I said would go up today.

We're back with WH40K, and another xeno species this time. Or rather, what's left of the species. Because that curvy ladybot up there, is a Necron. For those who know 40K they will obviously know what that means, in fact, for those that know 40K they already recognized it just from the drawing, unless I've done a really bad job of rendering her. But for those who are not familiar, I have mentioned the Necron in passing before in earlier uploads, for it was they and the C'tan star gods that waged war against the old ones, prompting them to create the Eldar to help their fight against the Necron.

Back then they were called the Necrontyr, and they were a humanoid organic species. Unluckily for them they suffered from particular poor health, and lived on a planet constantly, and heavily irradiated by their sun. We don't know just how harsh it was to live there, but I wouldn't bet against the chance that it may have been a death world.

I guess this should prompt me to talk a bit about what that means to those uninitiated and unfamiliar with 40K lingo. But I'll keep it brief:

A death world is simply a classification for still-habitable planets, whose conditions to live on simply happen to be extremely harsh.

There, that's brief enough, there's other kinds of classifications for planets out there, but they're not relevant right now. Back to the Necrontyr.

Thanks to their homeworld and their own frail physicality (probably a result of living there), the Necrontyr all lived very short, very painful lives. This was (relatively) fine with them for a while, much as it sucked, until they met the Old ones. The Old ones, with all their technological splendor did not, for whatever reason when the two species met, help the Necrontyr out, no matter how much they begged and pleaded. The Necrontyr now could see that things could be vastly better, they didn't need to live their short irradiated lives, and then the Old ones refused them, denying them their salvation.

There is a bunch more history around this, but because this all takes place literally millions of years ago, huge swathes of it are left rather vague, and info is sparse, or contradictory. There's something to do with different dynasties, civil wars, yada yada yada, then at one point the Necrontyr managed to get their shit together, after pulling themselves out of their tortured existence, unified, and declared war on the Old ones for being big dumb meanies that one time.

Over the course of these happenings, and the subsequent interstellar war with the Old ones, the Necrontyr also found a strange being that had latched itself to a sun, and was feeding off its energies. They called it a C'tan, a star god. And managing to commune with it, discovered there were more of these beings out there, they were intelligent, very old, and very, very powerful.

And they were also hungry. Some dealing and negotiating later, the two were allies, and the Necrontyr used their by now quite advanced super-science to craft these C'tan bodies of living metal, because before that point they were just clouds of energy. Now with the help of their new star god pals, the tides of the war shifted in their favour.

Unluckily for them, the specific C'tan they had originally met and did their deal with came to be known as The Deceiver, or Mephet'ran. And he lived up to the name.

During the war, he tricked the entire Necrontyr race into giving up their own bodies and make themselves a race of immortal robots, catch being that actually the C'tan would use the opportunity to, during the bio-transference, feast on the souls of the Necrontyr. Because souls turned out to be much tastier than radiation from stars. When the Necrontyr woke up in their new shiny metal bodies, they had lost all personality, autonomy, and sense of self, reduced to mindless automatons. Only a select few higher ups were spared, and allowed a bit of their personality to transfer over into their new bodies, but a lot of them ended up going insane over it.

And that's how the Necrontyr all turned into spooky space robot skeletons, and from then on were called Necron(s).

So why does this one have metal tiddies, wide birthing hips, and big kissable lips and eyelashes and stuff?

I dunno, must be a different model or something.

SoCarter out.

PS: I made up my own Necron dynasty with their own symbol for this one, it looks like a stylized depiction of a rather chesty, wide hipped woman.

Another p*rny witch

...Immediately after asking her question and before either of the three can answer, the youthful looking, incredibly busty witch gasps as her eyes come to a rest on the prince.

"You have been touched by the supernatural, have you not sir?"

She says, approaching quickly so that her incredible bust heaves and jiggles around within the confines of her dark, revealing dress. Probably only the stable-keeper from the village could probably compare to her, yet on this young woman's thin frame they look even larger, the disproportionately weighty orbs supported by seemingly only her thin dress wobbling side to side as they hang heavily from her slender chest and over her thin waist.

Where the outside city was a confusing mix of signals, the beautiful woman's getup leaves no doubt in what was intended, a deep cleavage cuts her outfit nearly in half as it descends down over the swell of her breasts and down her stomach as her robes part to reveal nearly all of her lower body, save for what's been covered up by underwear. The prince swallowing as this image of sex on legs approaches with wide, swaying hips, his loins already throbbing again and itching to have a taste.

"We err... Yes, yes he has... Miss...?"

Sophia begins, both she and even Bernadette taken aback by the shameless lack of decency on display despite the decadence they've been partaking in over the past days, as the curvaceous beauty sashays around the slightly nervous prince, trailing her slender fingers across his arm and shoulders as she inspects him with a trained eye.

"Casandra, call me Casandra dear lady knight~"

She purrs soothingly, coming to a stop besides the prince and laying a hand on his stomach as she faces him, he swallows again as his immense cock strains against his pants.

"How could you tell we are here for him?"

Bernadette asks, the dark-haired woman fixing her eyes on the busty blonde, who's hefty pair now pale in comparison to the witch's imposing mammaries, her eyes gliding down her body towards her lower abdomen, then going over to Sophia as well.

"One can tell easily if one is trained in the mystical arts, or perhaps I should say sciences? Despite our Elven friends' chagrin at the concept, the arcane is a form of academia after all~"

They all raise their brows at the woman's reply, not quite sure what to make of it, but she continues before anyone can ask further.

"Especially if one has been studying the strange phenomena spreading through the lands for the past years. You came from east of here, did you not?"

There falls a silence as Cassandra reveals she may know more about the situation then even they, and they look among themselves before Sophia scrapes her throat and asks:

"You know where we came from? Do you know of the dark mage that's taken up in the abandoned keep east in the old forrest?"

"So that's where our dear colleague hid, we had our suspicions but our dear king has been making it difficult for us to explore on our own since his recent infatuation with that blasted religion. Surprisingly close to us... but in line with our calculations for ground zero of the spread"

"The spread of what?"

She merely smiles at the three, then turns around, showing her back to them and beckoning the party further into the building.

"Come, we have much to discuss, We'd love to hear your tales and see how much of our findings have been correct~ Please, tell me your names~..."

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With another witch to show off (albeit a far younger looking one), let's actually stick to a topic for once.

As you may notice, despite her stature and... youthful outlook, this magic practitioner too is quite top heavy. Though by pure volume they're not that huge, proportionally the ratio between body and breasts is about the same for her as it was for the previous witch.

While many of the girls up till now we've seen are the result of the magical-sex-fallout, or Elves who have edited their bodies, Dwarves who are naturally top-heavy, Angels or Demons who can take any form they please, or the rare exceptional specimen of ehm... "natural" femininity. As the group has traveled away from the centre of the magical contaminants I have tried to make sure that the humans encountered have been less and less... interestingly proportioned, with the residents of the capital being the most "normal" looking, so far.

The witches of this convent are the exception. And part of the reason has to do with the nature of magic.

As previously stated, magic is strongly intertwined with thought and emotions, which has to do with this vague notion that magic "listens" to any want or desire around it, whether conscious thought or not. And I've also talked about how base instincts can play a part too.

Demons such as Succubi use this to their advantage, they need magic to persist in realspace, but not being made of physical matter or energy cannot "generate" magic off their own, and they need to feed off the desires and emotions of mortals. Demons can exist in all shapes and sizes, at various levels of "presence" depending on how much magic they have to their disposal. Of course, once the magic is there, they are free to manipulate it as they wish, as they have desires and wants of their own. But it does need to be there first. And what better way is there to gather it around you by praying on the most basic and strongest "desire" of all, the need to procreate?

The bodies of the wizards and witches is the result of following that logic. Sex inherently summons a ton of magic to itself. Of course to the magically inept, they don't know what to do with any of it, or maybe don't even realize it's there. But if you do you can then exploit it.

Demons shape their bodies to prey on the desires of mortals, hoping they gather around them and bring a lot of magical energy with them. Wizards and witches similarly also need to get their magic from somewhere. Of course, being physical beings, they are not limited in the way that Demons are, but sex still a convenient way to get a ton of magic. To the relatively primitive times of kind-of-medieval-sorta-but-also-there's-magic-and-things-from-different-time-periods-present-so-it's-also-a-bit-anachronistic, many of the things discussed here they do not know off. They of course realize emotion and thought play a big role, but the true nature of magic and its source is lost on them, as well as the finer details in how it functions. This can cause particularities to prop up, misconceptions on what's truly happening.

For example, big t&a make a lot of people horny, and desire to be with said t&a, bringing magic. So obviously bigger t&a means more magic right? In a way, yes. In another way, not necessarily. Sentient lizard people for example wouldn't much care for the 't' part most likely, and then there's personal tastes, likes, and dislikes. But again belief plays a role, they are the results of thoughts, thoughts that guide magic. And so a mistaken belief in something can cause the belief (that is false, or in this case, not necessarily true) to become "true" in a way as thoughts bring, guide, and shape magic.

Basically what I'm saying is lots of witches belief they can store magic inside their tits, so they enlarge them through magical means, and because they belief it, it becomes true, even if they don't realize part of the reason it is true is simply because the people around them will want to fuck them as a result. This extra desire in fact further compounds the impact of this mistaken belief.

Hey all,

Initially wanted to upload this yesterday, but something came up and suddenly before I knew it the day was over, so I saved it for today instead, and I could only upload this as of now because I'm just back from work.

As I said, I intend to make up for last week's delay, so depending on how things go, I'll either upload something again later today, or save it for early tomorrow, where hopefully later that day I can upload something else again.

And then there's also the Sunday upload.

SoCarter out.

A fairly p*rny tech-nut

Hey all,

Last time we looked at humanity in Warhammer 40K, we explored the flamer-and-bolter-loving violent space nuns, and the one religion that's allowed within the imperium. Where I also mentioned the single exception to this, in that the Mechanicum/Mechanicus have their own religion, which they can get away with by both being the sole source of all the Imperium's technology (with very rare exception), and that their "god", the Omnissiah they believe in, is the emperor, or rather the emperor is some form of prophet/physical embodiment of it.

Of course, the rather chest-heavy cyborg gal up there is a member of this organization .

They are the Mechanicum(s? seriously I keep messing up the distinction between the two, in some sense it doesn't matter because most people who know a lick of 40K lore will know exactly what you're talking about at the mention of either, in that you're referring to the organization of overtly and overly religious techies who worship the machines they build because they actually don't know how they work anymore so they just follow the manual, or try to interpret what's left of the manual to the best of their abilities, clasp their hands together in prayer, and hope for the best when flicking the on/off switch... so sort of how I deal with pc issues) They worship tech, the reason they do is because in a nice one-two punch of awful at one point when humanity had first spread among the stars suddenly the warp they used for travel started acting up majorly, making interstellar travel... less viable (I hope it's clear how that can spell doom for an interstellar empire), lots of peeps with psychic abilities started popping up all over the everywhere and subsequently started exploding into demons because the warp they were tapping into was going haywire, and then also their entire robot workforce rebelled. This war tore the interstellar empire of man asunder and destroyed enormous portions of our scientific know-how and technology, worse yet, whatever scraps of humanity that were left had no way of reaching, let alone contacting, each other afterwards. So depending on the world you lived in you were either booted back into the stone age, completely wiped out, or societies formed around whatever scraps were left.

Mars back then was one of humanities biggest colonies, and back then too a place of science and technology, but with all of that gone it kinda ruined things. They tried to make do with what was left, as other worlds did, with mixed success. Luckily for mars there was a whole lot more tech and info left just by the sheer volume of what was there before things went to shit, so not all hope was lost. Slowly, the separated worlds started recovering, others descended into barbarism, and others still who had lost everything started from the ground up again and went through the motions of how humanity spread and grew as a society (we do live in one) originally on earth.

Then the Emperor came along and started uniting humanity again under a single banner, establishing a new interstellar empire. But then also the Horus heresy happened and the Emperor's works were demolished, so everything got fucked again, they lost even more knowledge, and now with demons.

It is hard to express how truly fucked the situation is for humanity, all the technology that's left is poorly understood twice over, so hitting machines with wrenches, lighting scented candles, and reading off scraps of half burned instruction manuals as though it is religious text is often all that can be done, even by those who devote their lives to try and re-learn the knowledge lost, made extra difficult by that some of the knowledge is either corrupted by machines of ages past and wants to kill you, corrupted be demons and wants to grape you, then kill you (not necessarily in that order), or illegal to research because of aforementioned rebellious machines and evil demons having already done so, numerous times.

Still, it is remarkable what humanity is capable of constructing under such restrictions.

Oh and another thing about the Mechanicum(s). They think organic life is weak and seek to replace all of their bodies with pure, everlasting steel and sacred circuits. You can often tell the rank of members within the Mechanicum/s by how much of their bodies has been replaced by machinery. Hence the mechani-limbs and eye on the chick up there, as well as those mechanical tendrils coming from her... where are they sprouting from?

Obviously she couldn't quite let go yet of those big juicy hangers of hers and that phat round butt. But in time. Maybe. When she feels like it. They'll be gone too... Or perhaps turned synthetic, or metal.

So I wanted to talk today some more about the delays this week but I ended up rambling a ton about warhammer so I'll keep it brief, and save the rest for next time.

Imma try and catch up a bit this week.

...

Dang yeah that's pretty brief.

SoCarter out.

A raw double titfuck

Hey all,

So as one can see, this is late. Not a good sign for the first week of my tentative return, but constantly stopping and starting and throwing the schedule into further disarray is just another way of messing up my rate of uploads so we'll roll with it of course. Luckily for me, it's not entirely my fault this time. As I was busy over the weekend with other things which I knew could make uploading on time difficult, but also now that I am late my pc has decided it wanted to be difficult today. Of course, this pc belongs to me, and should listen to me, and I am far more stubborn than it. So I wasn't going to let a two day delay turn into a three day one, uncooperative computer be damned, however difficult photoshop decides it wants to be.

But it does mean it's not uploaded as early as I had hoped to push this out. And on top of that, I was called to work today out of the blue, that also didn't help.

Frustrations about delays aside and fears of where it will lead to (again), let's talk about what's actually up there.

It is again one of the final commissions that are left on the chopping block, so we're crawling ever crawling towards complete artistic freedom... well not really some more have been left (or are being discussed so might be more in the future) so...

Nothing changes on your end, there will just be a (hopefully) steady stream of smutty drawings. Also it wasn't like I don't like doing those, otherwise I wouldn't take them on. But you know, the backlog. Ideally things would just be done instantly. Alas, things take time.

So who are these two? Well the green haired headband chick is known under the initials of 'BW', and the spunky redhead with a gap in her teeth is called Rawhide. They're a cowgirl chick and a native american respectively.

They're from a cartoon, where obviously they don't look like that. Called Long Gone Gulch. Never seen it. Commission was make 'em hella thicc with curves all over the everywhere so here they are, with gigantic T&A, servicing another hefty chonker of a penis, because that was also part of the commission, a double titfuck of a mega dong. As you can tell from the title, part of one of their names appears in it, because I'm oh so very clever. And it's true too, that IS a raw titfuck.

I couldn't work BW into the title however.

Also I've drawn her before, as an RQR from ages past.

Well not that long ago, it's one of the more recent ones. Served as inspiration of the requestee. of this one actually.

No alternative versions this time as much as I'd have liked to include one, cuzz I'm late enough as it is.

SoCarter out.

A very p*rny witch

So then, magic. Now seems as good a time as any to further discuss it, seeing how we've just met a witch and also said witch is pictured up there.

Fun fact: that witch is the second ever sketch I made for this whole series, and I've been saving it for her introduction specifically because I was also going to sync it up with a deeper explanation of magic.

Let's go over some bullet points first to remind ourselves of some things.

Number one: Existence is a duality, consisting of two parts: the material, and the immaterial.

Number two: They exist simultaneously, and are almost wholly alien to each other, the material is all things that are. It can be measured, quantified, the immaterial is all things that (to us material beings) are not, you can neither measure nor quantify it.

Number three: "Magic" as the beings in our p*rny fantasy setting know it, is immaterial, it is neither made up of matter or energy, but it IS there. And wherever it is it "bends the rules" hence making things that shouldn't be possible, possible.

Number four: Magic is strongly influenced by emotion and thoughts, or in vaguer terms it follows a certain "want" in the world. For example: nature "wants" to propagate itself, even though it is not a conscious being with the desire to do so.

This should lead us to a startling realization: That the "wants" of our world are merely a result of all the forces of reality, the ways particles interact with one another, chemical reactions, gravity, electromagnetism, all working in tandem in a mind-boggingly complex system. Thought and emotion are simply another expression of that fact, to reality, it does not matter if a brain is thinking "gee I sure could go for a refreshing drink right now", or if stars, planets, moons, and other celestial bodies "want" to revolve around one another, it is all the result of the same forces working in tandem.

So if magic itself is beholden to the "desires" of reality, how can it then "break" the rules that permit its influence over them?

Well that has to do with the vague "wants" of things that do not actually "want" anything. Though technically there shouldn't be a difference, all being just different expressions of the same laws of physics, we still "know" that a planet rotating around a star is not the same as it actively "wanting" to do so, it just does, because that's how the laws of reality function.

In short, there is a hierarchy of "want" in the world. And magic simply listens to the strongest desire, and if there is no "desire" to guide it, it will just... be there. An unmeasurable force that is not a force, that cannot be quantified, as it is not material.

But existence is self-governing, it tends to structure itself. And magic is no different. Congealed together, this "energy" that is not energy, endlessly generated by the matter and (actual) energy of the material world (or in a better way of putting it, allowed to pass through into the material world from the immaterial world) does also structure itself. These constructs can be as complex as any material thing, some even capable of thought in itself, and that's where we enter very interesting territory. Because at that point we are talking about magic, guiding itself into behaving a certain way by its very own wants independent of the physical "want" that first generated it.

In other words, God(s).

The people in our world aren't aware of this of course, science and technology has not progressed to the point where they would be able to ponder such questions. And that is partially what permits magic to function in the way that it does for intelligent life. As stated before, if one is to direct magic one needs to be resolute and know what one wants. If one were to become aware of the true nature of magic, what would happen to one's ability to guide it to suit ones own needs? If it's all just thoughts that permit it in the first place?

And here's where we can see the hierarchy of want at play. Born from brains, itself just a complex series of chemical interactions that just so happen to have formed into a pattern that "wants" to perpetuate itself, thoughts strongly influence magic. So strongly in fact, that every errant thought can guide the magical energies one tries to bend to their will to produce unexpected results.

Much like raw magic when left alone can do, brains are physical constructs that have arranged themself into a pattern that allows it to express a "want" of its own, thereby bending magic to its whims, even if that was not its original purpose.

But not all brains are created equal, and some are better at bending magic than others.

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...the cries and squeals of pleasure coming from their room were only matched by the men begging for Sophia and Bernadette to stop in the others.

The female guard, named Olivia, stared angrily with furrowed brow up at the prince as he guided her head back and forth on his length, teaching her the ropes on how to deep-throat such a monstrous tool before he burst yet again. Pulling out, he jacked himself the rest of the way off over her face and half-armoured form before she, angry and ashamed with herself, let him through, every surface of her office coated in streaks of jizz from the various positions he'd taken her in. He had enjoyed turning the tables on the stern guardswoman.

The prince met with Sophia and Bernadette again as they closed the doors of their questioning rooms behind them, the nude from the crotch down guardsmen clutching their sore junk briefly visible before the doors slammed shut on them, each carrying stupid expressions on their faces as they stared dazed out into the distance. He wanted to ask how things had gone with them, but Sophia and Bernadette were already on their way back to their cart, the blonde only pausing to wipe a stray strand of white seed from her chin and winking at the prince.

And so they set off through the city, traveling through the poor outer areas hidden behind a facade of taller buildings housing inns, pubs, shops, and workshops of various crafts. It was a strange place, getting into the capital was a chore and once inside you were never not under watch by regular patrolling guards that shooed bums and playing children away. It all seemed as though the place was obsessed with keeping up appearances as a place of high culture and vast wealth, despite obvious failings. Not even the guard themselves fit the part, though the armoured uniforms they wore were kept shining and spotless, the people wearing them sported sunken eyes, huge bags under them, skin spots, five o'clock shadows, and they all looked like they didn't want to be there.

It was a stark contrast to the cities of his kingdom the prince was familiar with, and with the relative freedom of the smaller town they'd traveled through.

Stranger still was the still under construction cathedral looming over them, outshone only by the tallest spire of the king's keep at the centre of the city, a monument to his brand new favourite state religion. Chastity and purity were its core tenets, and its constant imposing presence seemed a permanent reminder and symbol of how the populace was expected to behave. Yet everyone was dressed as provocatively as possible, the women propping their busts up and showing as much cleavage they could get away with, even as they were reprimanded by the sullen guard patrols, who sometimes simply roughly pulled their clothes up to cover more skin, and yet at other times pulled them into alleys where muffled moans could be heard from. And on every corner stood a gaggle of women who could only assume to be prostitutes, despite it being outlawed.

"This place doesn't make any sense..."

The prince mumbled to himself as he looked around. Eyes furrowed at the confusing mix of moral standards on display. The city seemingly repressed yet decadent at the same time.

Asking for directions from the locals, they soon make their way over to the local mages guild, squirreled away into a forgotten corner of the city, the once state-funded establishment seemed to be falling apart as they roll up to it on their cart of questionable magical lore. It seems this new religion didn't look kindly on magic as a whole, and the king had followed suit in dropping his support.

Once inside though the place was lavishly decorated and in prime condition, intricately woven rugs and carpets line the walls, floor, and ceiling. Greeting them in the hallway stands a pair of enormous breasts... With a woman attached to them. Wearing simple, thin, dark robes that hug the woman's curves tightly, her gigantic chest leaves even Sophia and the biggest among the Orcs in the dust as she looks at the three travelers from underneath a wide-brimmed wizard's hat.

"Greetings strangers, what brings you to this institution?..."

Hey all,

As you may be able to tell, we're actually doing pretty good so far. Or rather, I'm doing pretty good when pertaining to keeping up an upload schedule. I in fact could've uploaded this way earlier today for one, but I decided to save it for the afternoon.

As mentioned above, this particular sketch is actually the very second one ever created for this fantasy smut thing I've started, and as such Casandra was planned from the start, as she played a part in shaping the concept of the very p*rny story I was aiming to tell.

Aside from her though, she isn't the only one I've drawn a sketch for who appeared today. And she was in fact introduced last upload. Her sketch however goes a bit further back, it's the guard Olivia. She too was one of the earliest sketches, one of a couple representing minor characters that'd only be encountered (and fucked) once and then we move on again. Though as the story progressed some of them did end up playing larger roles.

SoCarter out.

Another fairly p*rny T'au

Hey all,

So we finally return to the wonderful nightmarish hellscape of a setting that is WH40K and my effort in making it a little bit less of one by making it so that at least it's full of big tiddy bimbos.

With this upload you may also, if you remember the previous ones at least, a pattern arising. See, since humanity is the "main" faction, and the one this mad universe is mostly presented through, there is a rather enormous amount of human content for me to lewdify, and decidedly less so for any other single faction. For now at least. So I've decided to upload a human gal, then an alien, than human again, and alien, human, alien, yada yada yada, you get the idea.

So, back to the T'au it seems, last we saw one we left off with a brief description of the caste system, and we put the spotlight on one of the five. So now seems a good time to aim those beams over to another. Water caste this time.

The water caste of the T'au are taller, more graceful, and altogether more pleasant looking to the majority of other races compared to the fire caste, so despite the relative common sight of the latter, it is the water caste that most often take up diplomatic roles in their empire. They are often merchants, bureaucrats, diplomats, and ambassadors, and as such are most commonly sent out to meet other factions first in a naive attempt to deal or reason with them. This has made many a water caste diplomat the victim to all kinds of all kinds of horror, and pain, most often leading to their swift (or not so swift) untimely death.

Fun story, the T'au decided to try some diplomacy with the Dark Eldar once...

Once.

since then there has been a strict "do not attempt diplomacy with the Dark Eldar" policy in effect, and I suppose we'll find out why that decision was made once it comes to their turn to be lewded up by yours truly.

And seeing as how the go-to response for any human on meeting any filthy xeno is to promptly execute the bastard yet there is no such policy in play for the T'au in dealing with the imperium, that says a lot about the Dark Eldar and whatever unspeakable things they did to that poor first water caste diplomat.

Anyhow, the T'au have wizened up a bit more concerning attempting diplomacy with... anyone really, so let's hope this particularly beautiful example of a water caste female doesn't meet too horrible a fate... Or perhaps she might be able to use her body to convince them to not... murder her horribly. It does explain the choice of dress.

Hnmm, very dark still, but hey, this is 40K. It's in the setting's catchphrase.

Outside of misguided attempts at reasoning with the other factions, the water caste, thanks to their diplomatic chops, linguistic skills, and generally pleasant looks often put them in high government positions, taking up the role of leaders in the absence of any Ethereals, the true leader caste of the T'au, and of course any fire caste generals for the battlefield, though technically there would be nothing stopping a water caste from taking up the role of tactician if they were particularly combat-minded.

But that probably wouldn't happen in T'au society because combat and battle is for the fire caste, not the water caste, and their caste system is very rigid.

SoCarter out.

A very p*rny mermaid

...The road to the city is both short and very pleasurable, with all parties involved partaking in all kinds of pleasures of the flesh with the prince and his enormous, tireless, magical manhood.

The prince for his part, had previously known the privileges of being born into royalty, but as it were now, even while on the road in a poorly-insulated tent and doing it on rough surfaces in awkward positions, he had to admit to himself this was up to that point at least, the best time of his life.

It might have even been worth it getting kidnapped and experimented on by a mad pervert, he thought to himself while he ripped a strip of juicy meat of a bone, a flask filled with mead in the other hand he took the occasional swig from as he stared down to his groin, Mugbel and Sharog lapping away at his monstrous shaft, both eager for a creamy white dessert.

It was evening, the city already in sight in the distance, they'd likely reach it tomorrow around mid-day, so Mugbel and Sharog would stay behind at camp as they had previously discussed, out of sight of the city's prying eyes.

He wiped the fat running down his chin with the back of his hand, groaning as skilled hands played with his heavy balls and warm, wet tongues explored every nook and cranny of his imposing shaft. He was going to miss these two for the couple of days they were to stay there, Mugbel for her enthusiasm and being so small he could manhandle and throw her around like a toy, and Sharog for the wild, aggressive sex she enjoyed, sometimes fucking so hard he feared she might break his bones.

Sophia for her part was at the moment a bit too absorbed in her own thoughts to join, she'd gotten her fill from the prince earlier already, and she felt secure (and perhaps a little bit smug) that she was the prince's favourite. She went through the plan in her mind again, smuggling dark magic into a city like this was no matter to be taken lightly.

She stared at the amulet one of the wizard's slain acolytes had worn, she had recognized it from the pile of magical artifacts the Orcs had collected. And taken it from the cart to inspect it up close, it made her think back on the day of the rescue where she had first seen it. The wizard's minions had looked misshapen and warped. Yet the Orcs in their story had described them as beautiful. The prince's condition and the state of the Orc tribe proves that the mad wizard had made advancements in his research, so why did he and his followers seemingly... regress? She looked up at the prince as he laid a hand on small Mugbell's head and began rapidly pumping her face up and down his lengthy rod in just the way she liked being used. Was illusion magic at play? Had the Orcs been tricked years before and had it simply worked out for them when the mage's research bore fruit by pure luck? Or were they the ones being had right now? She didn't know enough about magic to say, part of the reason why she wanted to go through with the plan anyway.

The next morning came after the rest of that night had been spent paying extra attention to the Orc and Goblin pair they'd leave behind for now, Mugbell and Sharog waving the three of them off as they set off in the cart, leaving some supplies and Sophia's own knightly steed behind as a sign of good faith. Though after a couple of days of traveling together and becoming VERY intimately involved with one another everyone was sure it wasn't necessary, they all wanted to see each other again, the prince especially.

As expected they rolled up to the gate of the outer wall of the capital city by mid-day, and were greeted by a line of travelers waiting to be let in by inspecting guards. The moment of truth had arrived.

When it came to their turn, the inspecting guard turned his questions to the most lordly looking of the traveling companions, Sophia.

She explained that she was sent to escort magical lore and supplies together with an apprentice mage and her squire to the local mages guild, counting on the average man's limited knowledge of the arcane to not have it be recognized for what it was. Her titles, skills in bluffing, and a bit of cleavage would hopefully bring them the rest of the way.

With some luck and a copped feel, they were let through, though they insisted they each be individually questioned by the guard's quarters before proceeding further into the city. Sophia and Bernadette where ushered into rooms with eager looking guardsmen, while the prince was left alone together with a stern looking lady who held her hair in a tight bun in her neck, who seemed about ready to castrate anyone who looked at her sizable chest the wrong way on the spot.

She was probably picked as the prince's questioner to get him in trouble, as she immediately went off on a tirade the moment his eyes moved away from her face. After some berating, a few desk slams, and the occasional slap across the cheek the prince was positively throbbing, which did nothing to alleviate her wrath.

What the guard hadn't counted on of course, was his god-like sexual prowess.

With his junk engorged and visible through his clothing, she accused him of attempting to smuggle something into the city. He tried to explain to her it was his penis, but it only earned him another smack before she began wrestling his pants and underwear down. Until the heavy slab of meat that was his cock landed with a dull and loud "thud" on top of her face...

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So Since we've talked about reproduction among the races again and since I've once again droned on and on in the periphery of the actual point I was trying to get through instead of getting to it when it comes to demons and hybrids... let's throw all that aside and talk about Mermaids for a bit.

There are many fantastical creatures in this world, some came about naturally, while others were... manufactured.

When it comes to Mermaids, both kinds exist, or at least, we have one kind of Mermaid we know is not a product of nature, the other... we're not sure on, but at least we can agree that they could be natural.

The kind we see up there? Definitely not natural. You might be able to see it from her ears, but this mermaid is in fact an elf. And elves are not fish.

At the height of their power, after the war with the Orcs and before their unknowing meddling with their genes had its disastrous repercussions, Elves ruled supreme. Though their relation with Dwarves had once again soured, Dwarves, being Dwarves, simply kept to themselves and avoided contact. The Elves for their part, were smart enough to not push the issue this time and start another war.

Instead in a rare show of restraint, the Elves focused on themselves as well.

And so their great works began.

In this period, the great Elven empires constructed magnificent wonders of architecture and engineering. Though of course they were loath to admit hard science was involved of any kind, no it was simply the guiding hands of their gods instructing their chosen children how to build these wonders.

Among Elven interest were the vast seas and oceans of the world, and in "taming" them. Though no Elf would call it taming per se, because if there's one good thing that can be said about the Elves, they sure do love their nature, even if their understanding of nature is limited and flawed, they never quite harmed the lands they chose to settle on as much as Orcs, Humans, or Dwarves did, or ever would.

They build vast fleets of ships, sailed to every corner of the world, discovered and rediscovered new and lost continents, they dove beneath the waves to explore its vast depths. Though the period preceding it was one of bloodshed and horror, now was an unprecedented time for growth and advancement.

Eventually, as their ships and fleets grew bigger, pushing the limits to what was practical to use as a ship, the Elves thought that it was time to build land of their own. With everything else having been discovered, now was the time to create.

And create they did. The first of these mega projects was named Atlantis. And it served as a proof of concept. It was a huge floating island, held in place and aloft above the waves by their grandest of magical constructs yet. Their greatest minds went to creating this self-perpetuating magical power source that would hold the lands up, and keep itself steady. The land itself large enough to weather the largest storm.

A seeming resounding success, the city of Atlantis flourished, and many more stations of its kind were built as the elves basked in their ingenuity and power.

This project culminated in the construction of their greatest work yet, not an island, but a continent. Named Atlantica after the first nautical city Atlantis. It was built over millennia between the two major landmasses of this world. And when it was done, Elvenkind rejoiced. Many traveling to settle in their new lands, constructed by and for them, and catered to their every need.

This was of course, not to be. As it turns out, the Elves in hindsight might have wanted to take some pages out of the Orc science handbook and review their great magical engines that held the artificial islands and continent aloft. Too late was a fatal flaw in the Original Atlantis engine discovered, and the floating island-city was hastily emptied before its core gave out and the entire thing sank beneath the waves.

The other islands were quickly inspected, and where possible, fixed. Some that were beyond saving and on the verge of giving out were abandoned like Atlantis, while others still exist to this day. Their main continent though, was struck hardest. The cores were never tested for holding up such vast quantities of land, so even as the most recent construct, its cores where already overloaded and on the verge of collapse. Atlantica sank just as evacuation of the continent was picking up steam.

The Elves greatest triumph, turned into their greatest shame in the span of a few months after hundreds of years of peaceful living on their artificial continent...

...But for those stuck on the continent as it sank not all hope was lost. Elves there too had been editing their genome, and on the water-heavy islands and continent swimming was a frequent pastime. In fact their entire culture revolved around nautical lore and creatures of the deep. Much like some tribes of Wood Elves who took on features of what they believed to be their spirit animals, the Elves of Atlantica had taken up a similar practice. So as the continent sank, those remaining partook in a last-minute desperate ritual, to them merely a natural progression of what they had already been doing for centuries, to transform their bodies into being capable of surviving under the sea, indefinitely.

And that's how Mermaids were born.

Hey all,

Sure has been a while hasn't it? Well good news is that this completely unprompted break was not the result of some drastic happenings on my end keeping me from posting. But with the schedule sort of in shambles of late (read:for a while) I decided to take some more time to figure things out and do some deep, hard, introspection...

I came to the conclusion that I want to keep drawing p*rn, because it's fun, obviously. That was never actually up for questioning.

I have made no headway over what form the future upload schedule might take. I look back on my older output kind of scratching my head at how I managed to keep it up for as long as I did. Because try as I might I can't seem to get back to it, not without drastically cutting into my free time.

So consider this upload a tentative return to form. On the upside I've prewritten quite a chunk of story using the extra time, and there's some exciting stuff lined up, if you were ever interested in my smutty writings.

SoCarter out.