He said he wanted a gag. So I threw a pie in his face.
Woop woop woop woop woop
“Don’t say it to me. Speak to them.” The catcher, still holding tightly to Nic’s hair turned the boy’s face toward the caged nekos.
They looked at him with a mix of disgust and pity. It was obvious that he was “bribing” the man to get out of his capture. It was also obvious that they all disapproved.
Apparently standards were something street neko had?
Nic whined with each continuing thrust as the man fucked him. He was substantially larger than Nic. Not that Nic had not been around before. But it was always a jarring experience.
He felt his own cock stiffen at the stimulation. An animal reaction to the stress and fear of the moment.
“I’m a whore.” Nic squeaked between ragged breathes, his face burned brightly with shame. It was a humiliating act. But it was also going to buy him is freedom.
“You are.” Someone watching said.
The man finished up quickly, filling Nic with a hot spray of cum that left the inside of his legs sticky.
The neko lay on the van bed still breathing heavily, his own erection slowly dwindling. He looked up expectantly as the catcher zipped up.
“Not bad.” He critiqued smugly. “But definitely not the best.”
Nic already saw the direction this conversation was going. Leaving the ruins of his clothes behind, the youth scampered to his feet and dived for the street and away from the van.
His escape was readily met with the slam of the rear door in his face. Stunned, he staggered in backward to the ground again. The other door closed, sealing him in.
“Wha … wha?!” He demanded to no one in particular. “You said you’d let me go!” Nic pounded on the back door - a solid, windowless slab of metal. “Let me go!”
Somewhere behind him another neko spoke. “Not only a slut, but a dumb slut…”
Damn. My tablet is dusty. You’d think I had not picked it up in six months.
Oh. I haven’t.
Well. New drawing inbound.
Prepare yourselves.
The van waited ominously around the corner. Rust-riddled, the vehicle’s paint had the look of whatever the automobile equivalent of leprosy was. The smell of fear, pain, and urine emanated from the vehicle and set Nic’s ears back against his head tensely.
The catcher definitely wasn’t a member of Animal Services. That much was apparent from his rundown van. He had to be a free-lancer, catching nekos on his own and selling them to X-Corp at a profit.
Nic gulped and pawed at the man’s side. The catcher bore the neko under one arm, flexing his bicep to keep the youth pinned against his torso. At a distance, the pair of them may have looked like a small child being carried by his father, rather than a fully-grown neko being man-handled like luggage.
Neko stood a full two feet shorter than most humans. Save for a few very spoiled house nekos, they were lean and fit. Street nekos moreso from a life on the run, scrounging for scraps, and chill nights.
Nic neared a full panic as they approached the vehicle. He could hear plaintive voices calling out from within.
“Let us go!” “Let me go!” “My family!” “I don’t want to go! I’m not hurting anyone!”
The catcher smirked.
There had to be a way to get out of this. Something that Nic had to offer that the other’s he’d capture did not. There was one thing. The one thing that Nic used to get by where most other nekos did not.
“I can make you feel good.” He mewled. “Let me go and I’ll be the best lay you’ve ever had.”
The bag of food was obviously a trap.
It was too perfect. Nic could smell it through the packaging, fresh and unspoiled. In the world of dumpster diving it was rare that such a meal manifest itself. The other strays on the street would long ago have looted it.
One of his ears twitched first up the street and then down. Aside from the usual late night city noise, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He inched forward on the tips of his toes, bare feet pressed against cold concrete.
Food was scarce. His late night work had been spartan recently. “Animal Services” had stepped up patrols in the area and he was a prime target. Staying out of site and out of mind was how he survived.
Another step forward. His tail was stiff and bristled with anticipation. Froze in place, waiting for the kill.
And then the pounce. Nic sprinted forward towards the open trash bin. The over-sized hoodie he wore shifted awkwardly, its broken zipper ensuring that one or the other of his shoulders was exposed.
The dumpster was within reach when he confirmed that it was a trap. Stupid move on his part. But food was scarce.
Nic mewled loudly and tried to change direction in mid air.
Physics doesn’t work that way.
A man, hidden behind piles of waste and trash bags, loomed up in front of him, reaching out to catch the neko by the leg. The boy yelped and tried to squirm away.
In his flailing he fell further out of the hand-me-down hoodie. It was obviously intended for someone larger than the small, lean neko. He wore a skimpy pair of underwear and little else beneath it. His skin was pale and smooth.
“Gotcha, ya lil’ beastie.” The man leered. “They said somethin’ was raidin’ their trash cans. Didn’t expect a pretty Nictie like you.”
“Lemme go!” Nic hissed, baring his teeth and trying to bite.
The blow that followed was swift and left Nic seeing star.
“Shut it. Behave and I might let you get to Processing with a few less bruises…”
Everyone is different. Everyone expects different things from their D/s. I don’t think a blanket list of tips is adequate.
Custom tailored rules and training specified to each person is best, in my opinion.
Better to chat with me than anon with me.
I say it does! :p
Because if I write something for here, its gunna be naughty in some way.
All of my current ideas for plots are too dark. The eroticism dies in the bleak overtones…
Entertaining pathfinder game the other day.
Of course I ended up eroticizing the whole thing afterward: a mind flayer incapacitating one of the adventurers, taking advantage of their helpless body, raping them while their tentacled maw bores into their skulls and slowly ebbs away their intelligence and free will.
Okay. Apparently this has not only been done, but done repeatedly and by artists such as InCase
Entertaining pathfinder game the other day.
Of course I ended up eroticizing the whole thing afterward: a mind flayer incapacitating one of the adventurers, taking advantage of their helpless body, raping them while their tentacled maw bores into their skulls and slowly ebbs away their intelligence and free will.
I do have an awesome mix of kinks ;) What can I say.
My stuff is largely posted on y!gallery and furaffinity. There are a couple stories on there that I probably have not cross-posted here.
Because I’m lazy like that.
Such happiness.
A really good 80’s tribute movie / soundtrack. I’ve been waiting too long for the soundtrack for this weird, surreal movie.
So I was attacked by a rogue librarian while watching Welcome to Night Vale live tonight. Now I’m pretty sure I’ve been replaced by slightly-inaccurate doppelganger with too many teeth.
I would like to draw a portrait of Ofeibea Quist-Arcton, who is by far my favorite NPR personality. But I somehow feel that its association with me, Mister X, would demean the value of the fanart. :p
Giving serious contemplation to going back to school to work on an art history degree because fuck computer science. I may be fabulously wealthy but I severely dislike programming…
nayteyoufool replied to your post:Tops 5’s
WHY DID YOU PUT RAINBOW. IT’S ONLY PAIN AND SORROW
Because I knew you’d reply to it. MWAHAH
That is also partly why Laird is on my book list ;)
The question comes up frequently what are my favorite books, films and bands. I count something that I come back to and listen/watch/read again and again as a favorite. Many are guilty pleasures or things I know few other people enjoy.
Books
Music
Films
A long-haul trucker in the lane next to them watched the whole thing. Several loud blares from his horn sounded his approval, or mockery. Tate didn’t know which. He simply winced and tried to stare a hole through the floor of the convertible.
Tate hugged his knees to his chest in hopes of trying to maintain some decency. His pale white skin shone with sweat and tanning lotion in the afternoon sun. He clothes, shoes, and socks littered the floor of the passenger’s seat.
Now he knew why Sir had shaved him the evening before. And applied sunscreen before they left on the roadtrip. How far was the beach? He watched the side of the road frantically for road signs.
I’m too meta about my pornography. I watch porn films made in the last ten years and wonder “what happened to these people after producing this?”
I have a chlorophyll problem… I grow black leaves.
Somehow I got a mold infestation in three of my terrariums. I am gravely saddened.
Though it does make for a good excuse to make all new ones XD
Discovered that my monitor renders one color at the top of the screen different than at the bottom of the screen… Could produce problems :p
“Psst. Hey. Hey, gap-tooth!”
Tilly awoke with a start and flailed about in his pillow pile, eyes wide but out of focus. The large bell on his collar chimed. The youth frantically fumbled to silence it.
A chuckle came from outside the bars to his home and Tilly blushed with shame. It was still dark in the Room outside. He didn’t know exactly who was out there - any number of folk from communities in the Walls, in the Floors, Outside. Word travelled, he was famous. Everyone wanted to see him.
“Whada they got ya wearing this time?”
Well, everyone wanted to see what he was wearing and then jeer at him.
Apparently I write bad poetry when I’m in sleeping-med induced delirium… What the hell.
My soul removed. The horror complete. Red moon and no blood.
This is the whole of what I’ve posted. There is no hidden stash of other stuff.
There’s no conceivable way for me to take on a project that large - it would be years in the making :p
It was just something I dreamed up years ago, that was just a repost of it. I doubt it would be hard to make your own. Not something I foresee revisiting.
“I want free arts of things that turn me on. Why are you not drawing these things I like?”
Have I drawn anything in the past that gives the impression that this is something I’d be interested in drawing? No, not at all. I draw what I want and what I enjoy. Unless you are planning on paying me to do otherwise, this is what I’ll continue to do.
I saw “The Grand Budapest Hotel” last night. It was everything I wanted it to be, which leaves me very happy.
Now I want to make my own pervy version of “Boy with Apple,” the iconic painting from the film, because I can.

I may be considering opening myself up to commissions.
If you’ve got a project in mind, message me with as specific as you can get and your budget offer. The more characters or oddities, the more I’ll expect.
Read a really good book over my weekend at a bed and breakfast.
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15985356-the-year-of-the-storm
The Year of the Storm is kind of a dark, horrible coming-of-age story with a taste of Peter Pan. Two boys meet, survive some really hateful people, and discover a way to ‘slip’ to their own paradise land. Tie in murders, missing girls, depression, and coping with homosexuality.
Its got so many good things it in, I wish I’d come up with it.
My tumblr turned 3? Crinky… Didn’t think I’d been here that long.
Woo?