Drunk Doodles: Can’t Stop Drawing Or The Puppets Will Eat Me edition.
1 - Bellecoso has a new paramour, and Becker the half-dragon knows just what the busty harpy mamma likes. Somebody’s got a clutch of eggs comin’ up!
2 - Turns out all that radiation had some effects on Fallout Boy. Looks like he (now she) won the mutation lottery, though, cause I don’t see any extra eyeballs or anything. Pity about tearing open that suit, but I’m sure she’ll find plenty of people who are only to happy to help her out of it.
3 - Zombie Bugbear!
4 - By this point I was getting a little silly, so we’ve got random doodles: Kiro joining the Horsecock Tophat club, Kirby playing with the Ian MiniMoo plushie, 2 cool Kirby (got a whole orb-thing going on), Fluffy Salamander (Don’t ask) ridin’ a horsecock, and freckle-girl enjoying a big, fat dong.
slicerness said: I absolutely love the Peach 'inside the dress cumdump' pics, any chance we can get some more with the girls from Smash Bros?
Why thank you! I’m certainly thinking of doing more Futa Peach and I DO love Smash Bros…
Sparrow says it’s Peach Month, so who am I to refuse a follow up to Daisy?
“Have I seen Rosalina? Why, I don’t recall! Perhaps she’s been captured by Bowser? You should check World 8-4.”
Looks like Peach has herself another cum dump, this time in SPAAAAAAAACE~
What new frontier awaits the Mushroom Kingdom’s best endowed Princess?
Nikiro got it into her head to track down an Alpha Dire Wolf and, huntress that she is, found just the ticket in this specimen. Larger than life but lacking a pack, he couldn’t have been more pleased that she’d found him.
Welll… to make a long story short, Nikiro will be providing the Dire Wolf with his own pack soon enough. And future generations for years to come.
If you’re wondering where the Dire Wolf got a collar for his new breeding bitch, or how he got it on her without opposable thumbs… well it’s probably best if you just take it on faith that they’re practically handing them out these days.
Nikiro belongs to Lerriuqs
Gedan’s tentacles are so naughty, she just can’t do anything about it when they get like this. Sometimes it’s best to just relax and let things take their course, even if it means you end up pumping yourself so full of spunk that balance is a very real concern.
She’s probably gonna wish she had a tail to act as a counter-balance when those little buggers are through!
When Iskosia first arrived in Mareth, she took to the corrupted realm like a fish to water- easily dispatching countless foes, while gleefully partaking in any and every transformative that fell into her hot little palms. Before a month was out, she was nearly unrecognizable from the modest, mousy girl she’d once been.
In her travels, she’d accumulated a fair bit of wealth but found no outlet to spend all the sparkling gems that filled her pack to bursting. Then, one day, while visiting her naga friend in the desert, she stumbled across a shimmering mirage in the blazing sands-like an oasis of civilization. The town of Tel’Adre flickered before her sight and the call of the city was powerful indeed. After cleaning herself up, she made the proper introductions to the city guard. It was a bit touch and go when the captain’s Corruption-detecting crystal starting going off, but a little slight of hand and a well timed distraction replaced the divination stone for a perfectly ordinary one, securing her entry to the city. Of course, that meant other corrupted individuals might be granted passage but that was the last thing on Iskosia’s mind.
She spent large, buying the nicest weapons, the fanciest armor, and the most exotic food. She traveled up and down every street, meeting all the strange residents of the hidden town: equine yoga instructors, lagomorphic exotic dancers, and she even enjoyed a thrill from the guard captain she’d tricked, endlessly teasing the pent-up vulpine.
She visited the Wet Bitch, a notable bar in town and did her best to live it up- buying round after round for the whole bar for the better part of a full day. When the carousing was over, however, and it became time to pay her tab, only then did Iskosia realize that her money pouch was nowhere to be found. She tried to think where she might’ve misplaced it, but the only thing she could think of were the vagrant cats who’d brushed a little too close by her in a back alley. Regardless, it was gone and she owed an AWFUL lot of money.
Thankfully, it seems the bar has a program to work off your debt. Unfortunately, they really don’t charge very much and apparently payment is on something of an honor system. Iskosia found that after a few weeks of trying to pay down the debt, she began to realize that she was rather enjoying her new role as tavern slut- being ridden by anyone with a handful of gems- often two or three at a time.
So much for adventuring!
Iskosia belongs to EraDragon
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!