Honey, a waitress from Trials in Tainted Space (with a surprise in her jean-shorts), elected to go full-bronco for a a little bar promotion. If you can ride her member without being thrown free during orgasm, you win $20 bar bucks. Also, you win not being blasted in the face by a gallon of lady-spunk. The Raskvel girl seems to be doing well so far, but she wisely look off everything but a g-string just in case.
So! Would you like a drink, or did you want to sign up to ride next?
Drunk Doodles again
1 - Limayra and Vashjere going for a lovely walk in the park on a warm, sunny day. Ahh, so peaceful. Not pictured: 2 minutes later, when Vashjere jumps Limayra and proceeds to fuck her senseless.
2 - Gianna, a sexbot from Trials in Tainted Space, running regular diagnostic tests. It’s important to know just how large your tits can get before you lose mobility.
3 - A couple of literary nerds doing a little bedtime reading.
4 - Kelly the bunny secretary and Penny the fennec policegirl from Trials in Tainted Space, holding a meeting of some kind. Apparently, the agenda for today is top hats and horsecocks.
Shekka didn’t trust The Mess. The fast food chain had sprung up too suddenly for her liking, and sold food too cheaply to be making anything resembling a profit. It was suspicious and worse: it was junk. The over-sweetened, over-salted mass-produced garbage tasted good enough, but it made Raskvel fat and lazy… they were content enough to keep going back to The Mess when they ought to be working on repairing broken hydroponics to get real food.
But there was something else Shekka didn’t like about The Mess… where did its employees keep disappearing off to? Almost without exception, they only hired pretty girls to run their restaurants which wasn’t, in and of itself all that odd, but the girls only seemed to work there for a few months before needing replacement. People claimed the money was good enough that they were just moving off-world, but Shekka doubted that. She just needed proof!
When the stranger arrived, she thought that her chance to get to the bottom of the mystery had finally come. He was dynamic, passionate, and more than a little handsome. It was small surprise when she found herself drawn to him, confiding in him. Of course he agreed to help her investigate The Mess- nothing intimidated someone so bold. When Shekka gave herself to the stranger, the Raskvel engineer let herself release all the tension that had been tightening her muscles in fear and anxiety for months. She felt safe, in his arms.
It was surprisingly simple for the Shekka and the stranger to find a way into The Mess’ inner workings, uncovering the secrets they’d kept from the docile, over-fed Raskvel they fed. Sure enough, the missing girls hadn’t moved off world, they were right there, still “working” for The Mess. So pumped full of sedatives they barely registered night from day, they were being kept in breeding pens, pumped full of semen until their bellies were swollen with eggs, while machines pumped gallons from their overflowing breasts. Shekka and the stranger were so shocked, they didn’t hear the security creeping up behind them.
When Shekka woke, the stranger was gone and she was held in a device just like what she’d found the other girls in. Wild panic surged through her mind, but her muscles were sluggish and unresponsive, as unwilling to move as if she’d just ate one of The Mess’ disgusting “Triple Meals.” She called out, begging to know what had become of the off-world stranger, her friend and lover, but her voice echoed without answer in the underground facility. She protested that they wouldn’t be able to use her as an egg incubator like the others- she was infertile. As if in challenge, the machines whirred to life and she gasped as the arm-thick tube in her pussy leapt to life, pumping gallon upon gallon of hot spunk into her womb. He gut bulged and throbbed with the unidentified spoo until her inner thighs glistened with runoff.
Then, the drugs kicked in to overdrive. Her body felt aflame as her muscles trembled. Her small, B-cup chest surged, gaining a full cup size every minute, with no sign of stopping. Her breasts filled with unnatural milk even as the milkers switched on to start draining them.
It was too much. Shekka came. And came. And came. Days meant nothing in her endless procession of orgasms. The red-skinned Raskvel lost herself in a haze, the image of the vanished stranger slowly fading. Had he lead her into a trap? Had he suffered a similar fate? Was it his cum that endlessly pour into her bloated cunt? In the end, Shekka found that she didn’t really care. She’d found her place.
She loved The Mess.
Shekka and Trials in Tainted Space belong to Fenoxo
Samus has been ambushed by the SA-X! It was trying to convert her cells to pure X organisms, when some helpful metroids came along and sensed the presence of their hated enemies. Naturally, they descended upon Samus and began sucking the X out of her. Judging by that belly bulge, however, they’re gonna need more metroids to keep up with SA-X’s output!
Colored an old Drunk Doodle of futa Lottie. Big, fat dick but itty bitty balls. Gotta learn to stand up for yourself, girl!
Lottie was written by Gats
I drew Miranda and Rosalin from Fall of Eden for Aldergames’s birthday a while back and I decided to toss some colors in there for funsies.
Cats and dogs living together… it’s mass hysteria!
Doodle of a bear-girl, Atra, enjoying a little pink friend.
… The door opened before she could dwell on it. “Cass? Is that… you? What in the void happened to you, girl?”
Endorphins thrummed through Cass’ system. Her eyes flicked down to Kaede’s pajama-bottoms, picking out the subtle bulge of her friend’s canine sheath through the fabric’s folds with alacrity. She forgot to worry about going cow and smiled nervously. If she showed how eager she was feeling, her friend might shut her out, or worse, call the peacekeepers to get her to a clinic. The horny cat-girl played it cool. “I picked up some gene mods. Figured I could get better jobs if I looked a little prettier.” She placed a reassuring hand on her friend’s arm. “Can I come in?”
Excerpt from Fenoxo’s Trials in Tainted Space short story “The Treatment”
Cass apparently decided to share her gene-mods with her friend (maaaaybe without telling Kaede all the itty bitty bimbo-cow side effects involved). I’m sure there will be no long term consequences… though to be fair, Cass didn’t have that suspicious collar BEFORE her “Treatment.”
Kaede belongs to Savin
Cass belongs to Fenoxo
by-the-tongs-and-by-the-hammer said: the BULGES, the CUM INFLATION. your art is perfect unf @_@
That’s very kind of you to say! I know a lot of this isn’t everybody’s cup of cum, but I always appreciate hearing that people enjoy my doodles!
James thought he’d hit the jackpot when he found his way into Tel’Adre- a whole city of delicious ladies just ripe for the knotting. It seems the jackal’s time in Mareth left him a bit more corrupt than he’d realized, though, because once he’d knocked up one girl, he couldn’t help himself but find another and another. The sleek canine impregnated his way up and down the city streets until the City Watch caught up with him. Urta, captain of the guard, decided to give him a bit of his own medicine, putting James on public display as she took great pleasure riding his sweet ass like she was breaking in a new mare. Eventually, he’ll be ejected from the city, banished for his corruption, but for now, he’s more or less at the mercy of anyone who wants to play!
James belongs to JWT
Urta and Corruption of Champions belong to Fenoxo