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This is Kimberly. One of the main characters in a webcomic I intend to publish very soon.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Miscellaneous
Species Housecat
Size 574 x 1308px
File Size 260.9 kB
It was supposed to be funny, and in a way, it really was, at least to those not experiencing it firsthand. To those in the here and now though, it was far from funny, and in fact, quite terrifying, as a shadowy form above them kept giggling like one would expect from one in her position. Her fangs glinted wickedly in the light of the sun on the horizon, and her green eyes were just that level of focus to tell you she wasn’t in her right mind.
“Noooooow, you!” she said, and her foot moved. The soft warm pad settled onto someone who squeaked out in fear for a moment, before the catgirl’s foot settled on top of them. The beige furred paw was not quite pressed down with enough force to do any damage, but the pad only gave so much, and the mass behind it didn’t need to press to hard to hold the deer man down against the pavement, pressing him almost flat into it.
“Oh, oh, the feels so good,” her voice echoed above, and even as the cervine tried to pull his way out of his predicament, his hands scrambling for a grip on the pad of her paw, the catgirl just giggled again, raising her foot, and then slamming it back down as she laughed from the tickling. This time the weight was hard, and the buck found the air being driven from his lungs in a wheeze, though luckily she was just aware enough not to squash him flat.
“Hahaha, I told you, don’t tickle me,” she said to him, and opened up the space between her toes so she could look at his face, his tongue lolled out as he tried to gasp and get his breath back. That only made her more gleeful, as she leaned back, the building behind her massive frame cracking loudly as she put her weight against it, stretching out her limbs until they popped.
“Man, I really should have tried to do this ages ago. Nip makes being up here so...powerful,” the catgirl said, more to herself than anyone else, and then looked down to find one of her playthings...er, playmates rather, had taken off. It took her mind a bit of a running start for it to click with her though train, and by the time she started looking around, the guy, a falcon of some sort, was already at his car, his feather fingers scrambling to get the key in the door.
“Uh, uh, uh. Kitty didn’t say the birdie could leave her yet, did she?” the catgirl clicked her tongue, and the bird cried out as she walked over, her tail whipping around him behind her, and either deliberately or accidentally slamming into the one other person, another girl, in this case a squirrel, found herself smashed against the side of the building, her body crumpling down onto the pavement, even as the catgirl walked on.
“No, she didn’t,” the words were punctuated with powerful steps, sending shudders along the ground, and cracking the parking lot beneath her tread. Then she got to the last one, and the falcon barely dived out of the way as her paw came down on his car. The large suv, certified crash resistant, barely held up a second under the weight of the feline’s foot as she brought her full weight to bare against it.
The frame screamed in protest, but could do nothing more, and it gave way, the glass of the windows and windshield crackled as spiderweb like cracks formed in them, before they shattered outward with the force of a bomb, spraying shards in every direction. The roof caved in a second later, and the rest of the vehicle stressed under her, the axle bending with a metallic screech, even as the tires popped with a sound like bullets, filling the air with the scent of ozone.
Then it just caved. The wheels turned inward, going flat against the pavement, while the engine belched out a small bit of flame, the last of the fuel inside it igniting as the battery was shattered. The pistons rang out for a moment, their solid metal construction meaning they hit the inside like bell strikers, even as the gas tank popped like a soda can, the air now filled with odors as the foot settled at last, driving the flattened vehicle into a paw shaped hole in the parking lot.
“~SNIFF~ I love the smell of smashed cars in the morning,” said the nipped off her butt cat as she raised her foot upwards. Bits of car were stuck to her pad, and the falcon, finally daring to look up, saw tiny chunks of concrete and metal fall with dull clunks into the hold, rattling around the metallic pancake that had been his fifty-thousand dollar SUV not a few seconds ago.
“Now, then, why don’t you come to Kimmy?” said the catgirl, and the falcon looked up to find her leaning down over him, her beige fur filling the sky. He tried to scream, but even as he did, her hand came down and pinched his middle, cutting him off before he gut more than a squeak out, and leaving him gagging and choking for a few seconds as she raised back up to her more than one-hundred foot height.
“Oh yeah, I’ve got the perfect place for you and your friends,” she said, and then held him against her chest, while she reached down with her free hand and pulled at her pants. For a moment, the smell of the car below was replaced with a musky odor as her claw opened a space between her panties and her fur, giving him a beakful of her scent, before he found her fingers opening up, and he was unceremoniously dropped inside, his cry for help cutting off as she let her pants go.
“Ooh, ooooh, oooooOOOHH!! Yes, squirm like that, bird brain,” she shouted, as his struggles tickled her in more ways than one, making her already fuzzy thought train even harder to focus on as she walked back a few steps, and then found her other two toys trying to crawl away. Not one to let someone else horde all the fun, she reached down and plucked him off the ground, holding them against each other in one paw, a she undid the buttons on her shirt.
“Heh, sorry to say, basement’s occupied, so you two will get the middle apartments,” she said, laughing in her nip addled mind at her joke as she pulled at her bra, letting the cups hang out for a moment, before dropping one in each, and then snapping it closed in a way that showed she’d done this before, their tiny forms still barely visible beneath her shirt as she buttoned back up.
“Gods, that feels awesome,” she said to herself, cupping her left breast where the squirrel was caught, and getting some very nice desperate wiggles out of her, before she chuckled again, and looked out at the city. Lights were starting to come on as the sun set behind the horizon, and she smiled to herself, wondering about all the fun she could have before someone came to down her buzz.
“Look out city, here comes Kimmy,” she said, laughing her head off at her joke, as she started down the street, crushing cars and streetlights as she went.
“Noooooow, you!” she said, and her foot moved. The soft warm pad settled onto someone who squeaked out in fear for a moment, before the catgirl’s foot settled on top of them. The beige furred paw was not quite pressed down with enough force to do any damage, but the pad only gave so much, and the mass behind it didn’t need to press to hard to hold the deer man down against the pavement, pressing him almost flat into it.
“Oh, oh, the feels so good,” her voice echoed above, and even as the cervine tried to pull his way out of his predicament, his hands scrambling for a grip on the pad of her paw, the catgirl just giggled again, raising her foot, and then slamming it back down as she laughed from the tickling. This time the weight was hard, and the buck found the air being driven from his lungs in a wheeze, though luckily she was just aware enough not to squash him flat.
“Hahaha, I told you, don’t tickle me,” she said to him, and opened up the space between her toes so she could look at his face, his tongue lolled out as he tried to gasp and get his breath back. That only made her more gleeful, as she leaned back, the building behind her massive frame cracking loudly as she put her weight against it, stretching out her limbs until they popped.
“Man, I really should have tried to do this ages ago. Nip makes being up here so...powerful,” the catgirl said, more to herself than anyone else, and then looked down to find one of her playthings...er, playmates rather, had taken off. It took her mind a bit of a running start for it to click with her though train, and by the time she started looking around, the guy, a falcon of some sort, was already at his car, his feather fingers scrambling to get the key in the door.
“Uh, uh, uh. Kitty didn’t say the birdie could leave her yet, did she?” the catgirl clicked her tongue, and the bird cried out as she walked over, her tail whipping around him behind her, and either deliberately or accidentally slamming into the one other person, another girl, in this case a squirrel, found herself smashed against the side of the building, her body crumpling down onto the pavement, even as the catgirl walked on.
“No, she didn’t,” the words were punctuated with powerful steps, sending shudders along the ground, and cracking the parking lot beneath her tread. Then she got to the last one, and the falcon barely dived out of the way as her paw came down on his car. The large suv, certified crash resistant, barely held up a second under the weight of the feline’s foot as she brought her full weight to bare against it.
The frame screamed in protest, but could do nothing more, and it gave way, the glass of the windows and windshield crackled as spiderweb like cracks formed in them, before they shattered outward with the force of a bomb, spraying shards in every direction. The roof caved in a second later, and the rest of the vehicle stressed under her, the axle bending with a metallic screech, even as the tires popped with a sound like bullets, filling the air with the scent of ozone.
Then it just caved. The wheels turned inward, going flat against the pavement, while the engine belched out a small bit of flame, the last of the fuel inside it igniting as the battery was shattered. The pistons rang out for a moment, their solid metal construction meaning they hit the inside like bell strikers, even as the gas tank popped like a soda can, the air now filled with odors as the foot settled at last, driving the flattened vehicle into a paw shaped hole in the parking lot.
“~SNIFF~ I love the smell of smashed cars in the morning,” said the nipped off her butt cat as she raised her foot upwards. Bits of car were stuck to her pad, and the falcon, finally daring to look up, saw tiny chunks of concrete and metal fall with dull clunks into the hold, rattling around the metallic pancake that had been his fifty-thousand dollar SUV not a few seconds ago.
“Now, then, why don’t you come to Kimmy?” said the catgirl, and the falcon looked up to find her leaning down over him, her beige fur filling the sky. He tried to scream, but even as he did, her hand came down and pinched his middle, cutting him off before he gut more than a squeak out, and leaving him gagging and choking for a few seconds as she raised back up to her more than one-hundred foot height.
“Oh yeah, I’ve got the perfect place for you and your friends,” she said, and then held him against her chest, while she reached down with her free hand and pulled at her pants. For a moment, the smell of the car below was replaced with a musky odor as her claw opened a space between her panties and her fur, giving him a beakful of her scent, before he found her fingers opening up, and he was unceremoniously dropped inside, his cry for help cutting off as she let her pants go.
“Ooh, ooooh, oooooOOOHH!! Yes, squirm like that, bird brain,” she shouted, as his struggles tickled her in more ways than one, making her already fuzzy thought train even harder to focus on as she walked back a few steps, and then found her other two toys trying to crawl away. Not one to let someone else horde all the fun, she reached down and plucked him off the ground, holding them against each other in one paw, a she undid the buttons on her shirt.
“Heh, sorry to say, basement’s occupied, so you two will get the middle apartments,” she said, laughing in her nip addled mind at her joke as she pulled at her bra, letting the cups hang out for a moment, before dropping one in each, and then snapping it closed in a way that showed she’d done this before, their tiny forms still barely visible beneath her shirt as she buttoned back up.
“Gods, that feels awesome,” she said to herself, cupping her left breast where the squirrel was caught, and getting some very nice desperate wiggles out of her, before she chuckled again, and looked out at the city. Lights were starting to come on as the sun set behind the horizon, and she smiled to herself, wondering about all the fun she could have before someone came to down her buzz.
“Look out city, here comes Kimmy,” she said, laughing her head off at her joke, as she started down the street, crushing cars and streetlights as she went.
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