
"Quite the view, isn't it?" rumbled the demon. "Go on, you can rub it all you like."
The corn snake gulped, unable to tell if his frantic sweating was coming from the shock and awe of the creature playfully wriggling its colossal foot in front of his face or from the sweltering heat of the immense sauna the two of them occupied. Doctor Trousers himself hardly occupied any space at all, however; he couldn't tell if he had been shrunken down to the size of one of the demon's toes or if the room was simply that huge.
"I'd suggest getting started quickly before it gets too slippery." The demon smiled. His skin began to take on a shine from a layer of moisture forming on it, and he gave the tiny snake a toothy grin. Doctor Trousers didn't particularly want to touch the veritable wall of foot before him, but he felt himself leaning towards it, almost as if it was gently pulling him in. He made to take a step back, but gargantuan finger tapped him from behind, shoving him face-first into the demon's sole. His whole world turned to damp, yet surprisingly soft flesh, filling his vision and covering his whole face. He tried to pry himself away, but the force that had drawn him in earlier had become several times stronger. He tried to squirm, but only succeeded in crawling up off the floor, stuck to the foot as if it was a velcro wall. A strange odor filled his nostrils, sharp and musky but not dirty or grimy.
"Wow, I didn't think you'd enjoy it this much!" The creature taunted. Doctor Trousers, running out of fresh air, began to writhe and struggle against the foot. Gathering up his strength, the snake managed to peel his face away from the sole enough to take in a large breath of steamy air and then turn it so only half of it resumed contact. With no other options, he began to rub whatever parts of it he could reach.
"Aah," he heard the creature purr, "now this is what I call relaxing."
It's been a long while since my last non-ZBrush submission! I've been on a rigging binge the past few months, writing a script to make rigging as well as modifying rigs much less tedious and time-consuming than building them by hand is. I actually rendered this out a few months back; I had planned to make it an image series, but issues with Mental Ray and trying to work out what the other images would be caused me to leave the project on the wayside.
Now that my rigging script is finished (read: has all the features I could think of that I use often enough to be worth coding in), I should hopefully spend less time on rigging my characters and have more time to actually make stuff with them. I'm working on my next render now, but I felt like it was a waste to have his picture sitting around waiting for an image sequence I was never going to make (and I've changed the textures on both Hellfarch and Doctor Trousers since rendering this), so I felt like it would be a good way to tide people over until my next one.
The corn snake gulped, unable to tell if his frantic sweating was coming from the shock and awe of the creature playfully wriggling its colossal foot in front of his face or from the sweltering heat of the immense sauna the two of them occupied. Doctor Trousers himself hardly occupied any space at all, however; he couldn't tell if he had been shrunken down to the size of one of the demon's toes or if the room was simply that huge.
"I'd suggest getting started quickly before it gets too slippery." The demon smiled. His skin began to take on a shine from a layer of moisture forming on it, and he gave the tiny snake a toothy grin. Doctor Trousers didn't particularly want to touch the veritable wall of foot before him, but he felt himself leaning towards it, almost as if it was gently pulling him in. He made to take a step back, but gargantuan finger tapped him from behind, shoving him face-first into the demon's sole. His whole world turned to damp, yet surprisingly soft flesh, filling his vision and covering his whole face. He tried to pry himself away, but the force that had drawn him in earlier had become several times stronger. He tried to squirm, but only succeeded in crawling up off the floor, stuck to the foot as if it was a velcro wall. A strange odor filled his nostrils, sharp and musky but not dirty or grimy.
"Wow, I didn't think you'd enjoy it this much!" The creature taunted. Doctor Trousers, running out of fresh air, began to writhe and struggle against the foot. Gathering up his strength, the snake managed to peel his face away from the sole enough to take in a large breath of steamy air and then turn it so only half of it resumed contact. With no other options, he began to rub whatever parts of it he could reach.
"Aah," he heard the creature purr, "now this is what I call relaxing."
It's been a long while since my last non-ZBrush submission! I've been on a rigging binge the past few months, writing a script to make rigging as well as modifying rigs much less tedious and time-consuming than building them by hand is. I actually rendered this out a few months back; I had planned to make it an image series, but issues with Mental Ray and trying to work out what the other images would be caused me to leave the project on the wayside.
Now that my rigging script is finished (read: has all the features I could think of that I use often enough to be worth coding in), I should hopefully spend less time on rigging my characters and have more time to actually make stuff with them. I'm working on my next render now, but I felt like it was a waste to have his picture sitting around waiting for an image sequence I was never going to make (and I've changed the textures on both Hellfarch and Doctor Trousers since rendering this), so I felt like it would be a good way to tide people over until my next one.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Macro / Micro
Species Demon
Size 1280 x 720px
File Size 115.3 kB
Thanks! I tend to enjoy images a lot more when they have some flavor text giving them context, so I like to give my own submissions a little extra context. It also makes me feel like my storywriting skills haven't completely gone to waste since I stopped writing weird fanfics back in the day.
And yeah, not only will my script make rigging easier, but it'll also hopefully make it more standardized so maintaining and tweaking rigs will be much less of a hassle than before!
And yeah, not only will my script make rigging easier, but it'll also hopefully make it more standardized so maintaining and tweaking rigs will be much less of a hassle than before!
Thanks! Hellfarch has a strict no killing and no injuring policy when it comes to tormenting others, but that doesn't mean that he can't get a little rough and forceful at times. He tends to enjoy his experiences with micros far more than the micros themselves do, unless they happen to like what he's doing to them.
Hellfarch takes immense pride in his feet; people can't keep their hands, faces and entire bodies off of them! At least that's what he says as he smooshes people up against them, or coerces them into rubbing them for him. I plan to have him do more foot-related activities in the future, but I also want to think of other ways for him to play with his victims as well.
They're most certainly sweaty, and while they do have a strong scent I don't know if I'd describe it as stinky. They are not dirty, though; the dark patches are my failed attempt at making his feet look like they're padded. I switched to a much better-looking texture for them in later renders.
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