Just a "Whats on the mind" statement from the lion

Species(in order
Panther(Non anthro)
Otter
Lion
Gryphon
Elephant

Kinks
Transfomation to Harem
Soulvore
Domination
Enslavement.

Expect a mini story that involves some of these

Just working on a massive non vorish dom story that really looks to be jawdroping in quality, complex interactions, kinda rough of course. starts with a kidnaping afterall.. but still I think It'll be worth a full read... at least if my outline holds up in quality.. It even has one or two surprises

As probably most people who watch here know some things are real hard to find when i'm looking for inspiration and chat.. One of those is good rough doms.. ..similar to what Gallows does to his victims before down the hatch... the trick is of course to play it well, time it right.. Big burly Rapists are only the start.


Probably will end up trying to write a story, try to show my fantasies through using either my otter sub Luscious or the new lion one Jacob....

but which of the journal readers today think they can keep up with the rough and burly dom talk this feline can muster? Ideas? Conceps? who knows maybe you'll get yourself a new toy for your home.

Have been on a good artistic streak lately, so i want to draw something for my fans/watches, so the deal is this.. people post what they want drawn here, and i'll selected the one i like best for the commission.
(this same offer is on both my accounts. so feel free to reply to either)

(Min number of people entering for prize is 10)

P.S. this is mainly designed to help work on my drawing skills when asked to do something.. so i'll get more details from whomever is selected, don't have to put them all down at once.

The otters players picked up another year, more wise perhaps, more hungry assuredly, but overall its a time celebrate, so come on up and join the part, don't worry, won't charge you for the complimentary otter fur coat you'll get.. or the other depravity likely to occur.

Having just bounced around in a few chatrooms a few things strike me. Alot of players use very long character descriptions, tons of abilities, and a family tree of people they are close to that is a mile wide... now before we get started i'm as bad as anyone with this sorta thing, each character I seem to make has a page or two of profile information, writing and so on. I use it to keep track, and more selfishly to try to latch onto some creative recess of a friend or dozens mind. Be that as its may. The fact is few of these characters ever thrive.



What CONSTANTLY befuddles me when writing descriptions is how hard it is to do for my core characters(Leo, Gallows, Pouncer, and so on), and yet by far they are the most regular, the most well known, and in many cases the most fun to play..(ANd don't all have tons of forms, Pouncer is pretty much always pouncer afterall)



I guess in my own mind, the play is the thing, the description should contain a few things sure(species, gender, size, pred/prey and so on, but going into special powers, talents and so on actually seems to limit and rob them of there flow(Not to mention it prevents me from surprising a fellow. Leave the details on a NEED to know basis and you might have a ton of fun(I don't often have scenes where the outcome is in doubt, so a little cheating doesn't hurt)


So what? will i stop writing long involved descrips, nah, I'm to lost in that, but even if i'm corrupted, advice for others, remember to keep it simple, streamlined and effective... details can come later


Well thats food for Thought, Otter Hunger to you all

This question has been asked half a dozen times recently to my two names,so figured i'd respond to it here.. short answer, Not very often. There are a handful of people that I still play with, and maybe a few more hanfulls that snatch me when i'm in the proper mood to suit there tastes, most of these are people i've known and kept up with many years, they also stimulate my creative juices..

However. It would be a lie to say there is no chance of ever rping with me, what IS likely is when someone drops me a PM that just asks the question do you RP, it doesn't really put them in a good light in my mind, and yet its clear and to the point, not pussyfooting around so I try to be charitable and assume its just not wanting to waste my time.

I've eaten people in Rps more times than I can count, and honestly like to try new things, new ways, in a nutshell the first step to getting my attention is to put some thought and details into your PM, Simple things like what scene is in your mind, what kinda situations you'd like, and so on. While it might not suit my tastes, a exceptionally well crafted idea can lure me in.. There are so many things that I never thought i'd have an interest in that I do now. At the very least tell me a little about yourself, what you'd like to do and so on.. Won't promise it'll get my attention,but its far better than a sentence. It provides a basis to having a back and forth and getting to know eachother more.

And as always, remember that my moods change and vary often, male, female, soft, rough, and countless other things, few things are constant(one is my tendency to craft scenes and prefering those who can tantilize right back, rather than just a casual grab/gulp for sexual gratification of the player.. RP as an art form? There are odder things.

Since i've had some serious creative doldrums lately I Figured i'd get back down to writing some, not sure if it'll be naughty or clean, but it'll be scaly based this time, so lets see what people'd like to see.. ideas are welcome(though trying to get yourself in is generally counterproductive), and everyone is encouraged to vote



Dinosaur (not sure which kind)

Dragon

Serpant/naga


and the second question, Who's POV

Pred

Prey

Watcher(probally would by a hybrid.


ANyhow, hope for lots of replies

Well its a new year, as good a time as any to contimplate things.. One of the objectives i'd like to make in the new year is to be more established as an artist. Its very hard for me to make inrodes with artists i admire, a mixture of shyness and self doubt of course.


So here it goes,WHAT should i work on in my artwork in the next year. Things to challenge me and help me learn(not draw this or draw that character more, those are for request days.)

One thing that i Will try to get into is putting a story to the drawings more, especially those i think are A class

This is one of a handful of mini scenes i wrote a while back, very vivid and detailed

Fantasies of the Players mind: Roo Pouched.. flapjack style
X rated


He said it was penance for calling him a lady. The gargantuan roo had me strip naked.. because when a 15 foot roo says something you listen, he picked me up with one hand,letting my skin feel the soft fury fingers squeezing around my middle, They were soft, but oddly grubby,some lingering dirty or grime that made my skin crawl....the fingers squeezed around my waist, lifting me easily, letting me get a look from above before he showed me where i was going, i kicked at first, my feet pressing at the pouches lip staring into the darkness, an instinctive fear of being put somewhere in the dark made my skin crawl, my back arched my voice ended in a gurgled shriek. Staring up at his jaws just as a droplet of drool splattered on my face. My struggles quelled, but i still closed my eyes as I felt my ankles slide in, the rim of the pouch was fleshy,a bit hard, but when I felt my legs slide into the pouch my mind screamed in pleasure, the soft almost velvet like fur on both sides enwraped me, my body hung limply as each smooth press down stroked every inch of my naked body. I pucked and moaned deeply, opening my eyes and tilting my head up just as my face passed the pouch's lip, staring up at him, feeling his finger pressing down on my hair, pushing my face down the last inch into the dark soft soundless embrace.

Deep inside the pouch the heat made me sweat profusely, the soft sounds of fur stroking my body like the soft edies of the sea, the warm smell of the roos body getting stronger and stronger, and the near total darkness leaving me not knowing up from down, all this was nothing compared , the sensations of touch overwhelmed all sensations though, almost a sentient velvet moving me, I couldn't help but find it among the most erotic experiances of my life, and in the darkness i was unabashed. Each motion i made was greeted with only a bit of resistance, then letting me slide back to where i was before, swimming in the soft fuzziness of the male roos pouch. The heady flavor of the pouches fur was almost like a drug. My tongue sliding from the slackjawed mouth and against the smooth furry folicals.. I felt the roos paws stroke me from the outside, tenderly,skiwky moving me around, my mind was dancing in pleasure, i was about to explode against the sensual ministrations when something hard pressed against my shoulder blade. In a sea of absolute softness it felt wrong, and the powerful seductive aroma of the pouch confines seems to be stronger, more overpowering, almost narcotic, slowly drawing my attentions from the tactile sensations to the olfactory ones in the near pitch blackness.. I twisted my back pulling my head up in confusion before having to let it down... for all the pleasure i had had, i was drained of energy. My face felt the hard bulge, it wasn't covered by fur, it was fleshy. And it was seeping....

The terror started to slowly build i tried to move my hand, pushing away at the seeping growth in the pouch, the foul invader to my nirvana. The smell became a stench, the lust of the roo had come to visit.. even as my body was in the throes of pleasure the enormity of it poked into the dreams, my pulse raced, my heart raced, my hand managed to slide around the thick helmet, feeling the thick muscle, the grub and slimy grime that let it poke through into my place. Squeezing and splurching between my fingers.. i pulled my face away but it kept growing into it. The powerful male smell nearly tangible..the cock head drooling against my cheak, pressing me up while my hand struggled to push the pulsing shaft back down and out.. then the sounds came, the piping of the roos reproductive system started ring in my ears.... and i screamed... the sound was shockingly muffled by the very same softness that caressed me all over... My eyes could barely make it out in the darkness, the glistening pre slipping over my face, my next scream ended up being gaged and muffled.. the growth had gaped, grubby seeping pressing over my face with horrifyingly regular slowness, powerful, unyielding, the slit spread the slimy goo over my face, making it tingle like nothing else... i thrashed, kicking with both legs, twisting my back and naked body to piston them as hard as i could, my fists struggling to punch the invader, then scratch, the grimy coating prevented either from having any effect. It thrust up.. struggling with my bod as a snake would with its meal, but... it wasn't long till i felt the fleshy slime squeeze around my sweat slickened shoulder blades.. and the pumping sound of some roo testicles filled my uncovered ears....

I could hardly breath, the roo cock was so tight around my chest, the only airs small bubbles in the building tide of cum.. i couldn't avoid opening my mouth.. and ingesting it in a faint hope to get some oxygen. The salty taste filled my taste buds, dulling them to anything else, my eyes could see little in the darkness, the throbbing nature of the fate ground smooth flesh against my naked body... while nothing like the dreaminess of the pouch it did have a sort of sensual edge...I kicked my legs and moaned, the pouch fluff still had my lower half in throws.. my body just didn't mind what was happening..at least the lower half.. my trembling body only managed a short victory, fingers clenches around the helmeted head sunk in for all there might, fingernails scratching the surface a bit. Feeling it pulse under me... stalled for only a moment as the natural sweat and grime of his own body made the grip impossible, fingers slid off and then into the ravenous slit, i pressed my fingers into the smoothness as best i could but any organ who could swallow more than half of me wouldn't be putt off with a ten spot of trembling fingers poking at it from inside, my finger nails just scraping along the gooy self lubing interior...Soon the blood pounding to my head told me i was still upside down...and a sudden pain at my crotch forced the hardness down... my hips were met by the one eyed monsters toothless maw..

I had thought i'd never see light again, i was elated when the darkness lifted.. at least part way, my body felt a massive crush and then my eyes opened, I saw rustiness through a pale veil of purplish pink, i moved my head and tried to adjuist my view but it was tightly held in the slimy tube.. My pulse raced as i stared down.. the heavy roo nuts soon dominated my vision, his sprawled legs letting them bounce, I had popped through the pouch, the slimy feeling on my legs was wonderful, it couldn't hide the coolness of the air i had for a moment, i kicked for all i was worth.. even with my hips in the roos phalsu my thighs and calves gyrated as best they could. Whatever valve they passed through left the gooy residue still dribbling... My heart felt like it was going to explode.. my eyes hard to keep open, disbelief of the fate still lingering. My relief was short lived though, soon my calves..and right down to my toes were secured in the rigif rod of rooness, feeling it get tighter and tigher around me the reservoir of roo love juice flowing against my skin, into my face and through my body, it was just stickiness on the smoothness of everything else.... and then i saw his hand, it seemed larger now, it slowly moved, blocking my vision...and then over the massive sack, giving it a squeeze and slowly sliding up the shaft as i went down. All i could do was blink and breath.. but realization hit... I knew why it was grubby now..

He didn't take much longer to send me into creamy purgatory... the roos hanging sack was not as repulsive as i had initially thought... but the idea that a man was hanging from it was hideous, I tired to purge it from my mind. I was suspended in pure rooness, there was only a little air... but i wasn't active anymore.. i twitched and kicked occasionally, pressing out at the sack, but how could i fight something so....large that i wasn't bigger than his prick. The sea of male roos possibly to be felt alive around me, tickling, feeling for organs i didn't have...after being tightly squeezed so long i could handle the sensations for some feeling of my own motion. I felt his nuts bounce against me soflty as he walked, and the occasional clench of the scrotum from some external stimuli which further aroused the roo, who knows what fate was in store for such victims, or for me. The sounds of sloshing...the soft gurgling above never ended, his inner monologue reciting its joy constantly, my sight staring faintly through cream and dangly flesh..., the heat so intimate it was nearly putting me to sleep.. but i knew that would be the end.... somehow instinctively i knew that to sleep was to perish in the sloshly phallic base. My senses had been so dulled.. i couldn't taste anymore, i couldn't smell, just the memories seared forever into my mind.. I shook my head, and felt firmness... the base of the meat that ate me... my hair apparently tickling him a bit.. i heard him laugh, shaking the nebulous fate around me, it almost made me smile... but my eyes closed.. i managed to think the sounds were like waves.. but then.. no more...

Well figured i'd post this here, my mind is rather fresh with new ideas(I get that way when many of my freinds are MIA for a while, the trick is picking one thing to focus on, could go with the orcas, could go with the gryphons, could hit the otters, take a strol with rats, show off the rare and exotic pacyderms.. and many others...

Thats not even covering concepts and settings or the forms.. or the alliance between gallows and leo's fruits (Twin eastern style dragons have quite a bit of power... watch out world weather..

Anyhow, thats whats on the mind.... ottah eat you all

His eyes glimmered, glazed slightly, his mouth hung open a bit.. A few blinks, a few twitches of his ears. The young otter couldn't avert his gaze, nor his other sensitives.. his ears picked up the soft sounds of the body even far away.. his naturally sensitive hearing let each breath the bigger otter took resonate inside him, making him quiver.. Gallows aroma drifted, exuded, when full clothed like he was moments ago it was a soft alluring aroma... his dress was rugged handsome, orange vest, cutoff jeans, black bandanna and armband. Each inch of fur that was visible on Gallows body seemed to entrance him.


He couldn't help leaning forward.. but he was speachless just the same.. even as he tumbled forward and landed with his rump up, face on the ground. His eyes stared up at the otter as he approached, and even looked at him.. He couldn't resit the erotic sensations any longer and found his swim trunks very painfully tight, even getting a tear from his eye. He tried his best to remain motionless, not moving his tail at all as the bigger otter stood over him, one leg on each side of his head, his eyes swiveled in there sockets..

The otter deserved everything.. he knew this WAS the one... even when he had first seen him approach not four hours ago... when he had come to visit his swim team... and slowly dispatch them two at a time.. it didn't take long for the mind to leap to the conclusion that the bulges in his fine dense otterfur belly were his friends, the outlines were unmistakable... his motions when he came back betrayed no attempt to hide, to deceive what he was. He was a predator... and the smitten otter here began to fantasies, they all trembled, him in pleasure and want though... When the lean nearly black track starotter that tried to make a break for it was grabbed by his tail and dragged away screaming. .
His own heart skipped a dozen beats when he saw gallows shorts hang low before the pair vanished into the showers. He had gotten a glimpse, and the powerful smell that spurred his lust even more.. His fantasies had jumped up a few more levels, and became very sexual.. He hadn't been gay... but he really hoped Gallows was...and was darkly jealous.. he should make a run for it.. but he couldn't. His body just wouldn't even move.. lost in fantasies. For all he must have eaten the big otter was amazingly still trim...


Gallows was amused.. pleased and amused. He knew well over half of the male otter population got “thoughts” about him. It was his natural magnitism, they rarely got a chance to understand it themselves. This one had the smell.. the look, and frankly, it was obvious he'd hardly whimper when eaten. Gallows rarely cared what others thought about him, he was who he was. He was him It was a healthy frame of mind, he KNEW how to play the mindgame all to well...

He stood over the otter fellow, 5'8, maybe 140lb... rather average looking really... when compared to what Gallows could get his paws on. He let his tail flop on the guys back, curling slightly around the upraised rump, feeling the shorts with a teasing test. He heard the otter take a deep inbreath... Gallows hadn't had enough good fucks today.. what would it hurt to give this boi what he wanted... burn off some calories in the process... Gallows undid his belt...

Considering a creative manuver for some of my characters. Many of them were desigend as a hir for the simple reason of being more flexible, be it through the whimsy gene or some other method for shifting them back and forth. this of course works well to an extent but is tricker when dealing with people who are particular


Some of my characters are just to much fun/flexible in mind to limit them like this... so my idea is taking something I initally actually planed for Jetsam before i made her hir.. Esentially duplicate characters with the appropiate naughty bits. Jestam the naga started as the female counterpart of Flotsam, but the second never took off while Jetsam was very well recived. Being well recived her personality has grown and developed, a history developed and so on. In many cases the personality of a character is not based on a gender..(core characters yes, but these lesser known ones tend to be more negotiable)

So what? Will i keep congrunent realities for the characters? In some sense yes, "Playing" with a personaliity that fits can be awonderful experinace. If i can make it work by fliping the gender and pulling out the "male" or female version so be it.


some examples Jestasm, Jetsam(hir) Flotsam
(thats all for now, might update this as others come to mind)

Talon here looking for drawing ideas for Gallows, practicing alot of things, so feel free to ask.,.

Poses, species, subject matter, pretty much anything fitting with his ravenous randy persona,

Always trying to improve my art a little at a time.
(One tip though is not to use the Draw (my avartar) in scene xyz, not offering commissions, just feeling out what people want to see the big sexy otter... rapist.... brute doing...