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Charged

Leto arrived alone at Shola’s front door almost twelve hours after Epona promised she’d be there, carrying, well, lots of books. She had to ring the bell three times before a pissed  Shola opened the door, only to close it again after seeing her friend’s face, except Leto’s worn-out sneaker prevented her from doing so. “What?” Shola asked her. They were silent for a while.

“I won’t lie, I feel responsible for everything. Guilty. I feel guilty.” Leto said, avoiding Shola’s eyes, but that didn’t stop Shola from asking more questions, or from reminding Leto and Epona – who wasn’t even there to address them in the first place – that those books were important for her research.

“How do you girls expect me to be around if everything is so one-sided? It’s like you invited me to your private little party and I’m the one always postponing, cancelling appointments, procrastinating. Sometimes I hate it that I like hanging out with you guys so much.”

Leto had tears in her eyes. She said she didn’t know Epona would invite Shola the night before, but she loved it even more when she realized the sleepover had become a slumber party. “I wanted to be with her, and only her, for a moment, and I was selfish this morning when I invited her to grab something to eat at the bakery. When I got home, I saw the list you had given her, and, well, they’re all here.” Shola realized Leto was pulling a small book cart packed with books. Her books. From Agrippa to Zeno, and all the other letters in between, they were all there. “Now the cute librarian lady hates me as well… And they didn’t have the one on Hypatia, so I bought this one on my way here.” Leto said, pulled her worn-out sneaker, failed to smile, and then left.

Shola looked at her friend as she walked down the building stairs, but she yelled her name from the hallway, before it was too late. Leto stopped. Shola was hesitant as Leto’s bright, yellow eyes stared at her. “I work at the fetish club”, she said, finally. “And it’s not just for the money. I like it. No. I love it. And this is the first time I tell someone about this." Leto smiled, a shy, yet honest smile. "So, do you want to come inside and let me spill the tea?”

* * *

Hello there, fellow futa lovers!

March is here! I’ve been juggling with two sketches for our Roll the Dice #05 painting, one morning painting with Leto and Epona, and this one, the night painting of Shola and Leto. For some obscure reason I was more excited to show you guys this one first (I’ll just shamelessly blame my intuition here), but now my mind is going back to the morning scene, which should be done by the end of March and will become our April main painting… Oh, happy days!

Thank you all so much for the excitement, love, and support!

Enjoy!

Q.

Charged [HQ]

Leto arrived alone at Shola’s front door almost twelve hours after Epona promised she’d be there, carrying, well, lots of books. She had to ring the bell three times before a pissed  Shola opened the door, only to close it again after seeing her friend’s face, except Leto’s worn-out sneaker prevented her from doing so. “What?” Shola asked her. They were silent for a while.

“I won’t lie, I feel responsible for everything. Guilty. I feel guilty.” Leto said, avoiding Shola’s eyes, but that didn’t stop Shola from asking more questions, or from reminding Leto and Epona – who wasn’t even there to address them in the first place – that those books were important for her research.

“How do you girls expect me to be around if everything is so one-sided? It’s like you invited me to your private little party and I’m the one always postponing, cancelling appointments, procrastinating. Sometimes I hate it that I like hanging out with you guys so much.”

Leto had tears in her eyes. She said she didn’t know Epona would invite Shola the night before, but she loved it even more when she realized the sleepover had become a slumber party. “I wanted to be with her, and only her, for a moment, and I was selfish this morning when I invited her to grab something to eat at the bakery. When I got home, I saw the list you had given her, and, well, they’re all here.” Shola realized Leto was pulling a small book cart packed with books. Her books. From Agrippa to Zeno, and all the other letters in between, they were all there. “Now the cute librarian lady hates me as well… And they didn’t have the one on Hypatia, so I bought this one on my way here.” Leto said, pulled her worn-out sneaker, failed to smile, and then left.

Shola looked at her friend as she walked down the building stairs, but she yelled her name from the hallway, before it was too late. Leto stopped. Shola was hesitant as Leto’s bright, yellow eyes stared at her. “I work at the fetish club”, she said, finally. “And it’s not just for the money. I like it. No. I love it. And this is the first time I tell someone about this." Leto smiled, a shy, yet honest smile. "So, do you want to come inside and let me spill the tea?”

* * *

Hello there, fellow futa lovers!

March is here! I’ve been juggling with two sketches for our Roll the Dice #05 painting, one morning painting with Leto and Epona, and this one, the night painting of Shola and Leto. For some obscure reason I was more excited to show you guys this one first (I’ll just shamelessly blame my intuition here), but now my mind is going back to the morning scene, which should be done by the end of March and will become our April main painting… Oh, happy days!

Thank you all so much for the excitement, love, and support!

Enjoy!

Q.

[Extra] Cyan Farms

Ah! The farm!

I’m sorry to disappoint some of you, but I’ve never lived in a farm. To be frank, I’ve visited few of them, small farms where small family businesses found a place to call home. I’ve milked cows, killed chickens that eventually became dinner, and I even had an encounter with a snake that could’ve killed me if she wanted (except she didn’t), but apart from those picturesque rural experiences, I’m pretty much an urban person. Epona, Leto, and all the other girls, on the other hand, are much more acquainted to the countryside than I’ll ever be, and this made me dig references, read about farming, play farming games (hello, Farm Simulator!), and, well, paint lots and lots of landscapes for our backgrounds.

When Kyro envisioned these farms, however, the Cyan Farms, he had a larger project in mind. Just like in our world, where we can pinpoint a few larger-than-life companies that control the food industry, the Cyan Farms brand can be seen everywhere, from the apple or beef that you buy at the supermarket to the potato chips that fill vending machines everywhere. In this new concept for a commission, we have Sheree and Livia, who are a vital part of Kyraci Industries (and the Kyraci universe!), visiting one of Cyan Farms most feral units.

Thank you all for the love and support. Extra special thanks to Kyro, who was always a wise art director from start to finish. Enjoy! =^_____^=

Q.

p.s.: this is an extra painting, an early access submission. I’ll post it at Hentai-Foundry, Twitter, etc. in the future. Since this was a commission painting, I won't post its RIF file.

[Extra] Cyan Farms [HQ]

Ah! The farm!

I’m sorry to disappoint some of you, but I’ve never lived in a farm. To be frank, I’ve visited few of them, small farms where small family businesses found a place to call home. I’ve milked cows, killed chickens that eventually became dinner, and I even had an encounter with a snake that could’ve killed me if she wanted (except she didn’t), but apart from those picturesque rural experiences, I’m pretty much an urban person. Epona, Leto, and all the other girls, on the other hand, are much more acquainted to the countryside than I’ll ever be, and this made me dig references, read about farming, play farming games (hello, Farm Simulator!), and, well, paint lots and lots of landscapes for our backgrounds.

When Kyro envisioned these farms, however, the Cyan Farms, he had a larger project in mind. Just like in our world, where we can pinpoint a few larger-than-life companies that control the food industry, the Cyan Farms brand can be seen everywhere, from the apple or beef that you buy at the supermarket to the potato chips that fill vending machines everywhere. In this new concept for a commission, we have Sheree and Livia, who are a vital part of Kyraci Industries (and the Kyraci universe!), visiting one of Cyan Farms most feral units.

Thank you all for the love and support. Extra special thanks to Kyro, who was always a wise art director from start to finish. Enjoy! =^_____^=

Q.

p.s.: this is an extra painting, an early access submission. I’ll post it at Hentai-Foundry, Twitter, etc. in the future. Since this was a commission painting, I won't post its RIF file.

Can you take it?

Did she expect more leather? A larger collection of whips, maybe? Whatever it was, Thomasin seemed uncomfortable at times, and this caught Shola’s attention more often than usual. It looked like her body was there, but her mind was somewhere else entirely. Perhaps it was pleasure, but Shola was skeptical about that. There was more to it. There always is. Shola was deep inside her client’s ass, so being extra careful was the name of the game. Thomasin’s lost gaze, and tearful eyes were a mystery even to her experienced Domme for the night. She wanted pain, she wanted everything, way too much for her first time, her first scene with anyone. She was hurt.

“Green?” Asked Shola, as the girl beneath her grunted.

She shook her head. It was a no. Shola’s hips stopped moving. Her knees were firmly rooted on the carpet.

“Yellow?” Shola continued. This time it was a yes, but it wasn’t as clear as Shola would like it to be. Was she being responsible? No one’s above such a question. Shola ungagged Thomasin. The girl was in trance. “What now? What do you want from your mistress, slut? You may speak but be quick”.

“I think I’m ready”, Thomasin said, breathing heavily.

Shola found it useful to check on her clients this way, before interrupting a scene. What Thomasin wanted was the reason why she went to the club in the first place. Shola knew it very well, because Epona told her everything, especially about those boys from school, the hesitation, the avoidance. Years before, before adopting her true name, in a game of truth and dare, her friends all got to play with Epona, and have a taste of her, Thomasin panicked, but she kept bullying Epona after the game. It’s wonderful how the mind can compartmentalize life and keep most intense experiences locked deep inside. Who knew Thomasin finally decided to feel it with her mouth, an equine dick, since the chance Epona had given to her was lost forever? She couldn’t take it, not yet. Shola’s words were calm, but powerful: “what did you say?”

“Mistress! I think I’m ready… Mistress.”

“You don’t get to decide when you’re ready, playtoy, but if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you feel some warm spunk on your face as a reward. As for those lips and tongue of yours, they’ll have to wait.

“Yes, mistress. Mistress knows best. Thank you.”

Thomasin’s eyes became green again as she opened her mouth to be gagged. Shola’s hips resumed a slow-paced movement, and so did everything else after that. She wasn’t ready, but she was green, all green, dreaming about greener days.

* * *

Hello there, fellow futa lovers!

Here’s a much-deserved follow-up to our January monthly painting. A couple of days after I posted it, I revisited the scene and decided to unveil the next hour or two of this story. I once dated a girl who was a (very inexperienced, immature) Domme and I accepted being her Submissive for a night, but I don’t think that counts as a positive experience. At. All. For all those of you who live the BDSM lifestyle, this fellow artist has kinky thoughts and draws kinky drawings, but my relationships are pretty much vanilla. So… Since I rely more on research than actual, personal experience, feel free to comment if I made any gross mistake/portrayal of power exchange dynamics and all this beautiful Jazz that’s BDSM, OK? OK.

Thank you all so much for the love and support! Enjoy!

Q.

Can you take it? [HQ]

Did she expect more leather? A larger collection of whips, maybe? Whatever it was, Thomasin seemed uncomfortable at times, and this caught Shola’s attention more often than usual. It looked like her body was there, but her mind was somewhere else entirely. Perhaps it was pleasure, but Shola was skeptical about that. There was more to it. There always is. Shola was deep inside her client’s ass, so being extra careful was the name of the game. Thomasin’s lost gaze, and tearful eyes were a mystery even to her experienced Domme for the night. She wanted pain, she wanted everything, way too much for her first time, her first scene with anyone. She was hurt.

“Green?” Asked Shola, as the girl beneath her grunted.

She shook her head. It was a no. Shola’s hips stopped moving. Her knees were firmly rooted on the carpet.

“Yellow?” Shola continued. This time it was a yes, but it wasn’t as clear as Shola would like it to be. Was she being responsible? No one’s above such a question. Shola ungagged Thomasin. The girl was in trance. “What now? What do you want from your mistress, slut? You may speak but be quick”.

“I think I’m ready”, Thomasin said, breathing heavily.

Shola found it useful to check on her clients this way, before interrupting a scene. What Thomasin wanted was the reason why she went to the club in the first place. Shola knew it very well, because Epona told her everything, especially about those boys from school, the hesitation, the avoidance. Years before, before adopting her true name, in a game of truth and dare, her friends all got to play with Epona, and have a taste of her, Thomasin panicked, but she kept bullying Epona after the game. It’s wonderful how the mind can compartmentalize life and keep most intense experiences locked deep inside. Who knew Thomasin finally decided to feel it with her mouth, an equine dick, since the chance Epona had given to her was lost forever? She couldn’t take it, not yet. Shola’s words were calm, but powerful: “what did you say?”

“Mistress! I think I’m ready… Mistress.”

“You don’t get to decide when you’re ready, playtoy, but if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you feel some warm spunk on your face as a reward. As for those lips and tongue of yours, they’ll have to wait.

“Yes, mistress. Mistress knows best. Thank you.”

Thomasin’s eyes became green again as she opened her mouth to be gagged. Shola’s hips resumed a slow-paced movement, and so did everything else after that. She wasn’t ready, but she was green, all green, dreaming about greener days.

* * *

Hello there, fellow futa lovers!

Here’s a much-deserved follow-up to our January monthly painting. A couple of days after I posted it, I revisited the scene and decided to unveil the next hour or two of this story. I once dated a girl who was a (very inexperienced, immature) Domme and I accepted being her Submissive for a night, but I don’t think that counts as a positive experience. At. All. For all those of you who live the BDSM lifestyle, this fellow artist has kinky thoughts and draws kinky drawings, but my relationships are pretty much vanilla. So… Since I rely more on research than actual, personal experience, feel free to comment if I made any gross mistake/portrayal of power exchange dynamics and all this beautiful Jazz that’s BDSM, OK? OK.

Thank you all so much for the love and support! Enjoy!

Q.

Roll the dice #05

“Tallulah? Are you there? Hello?” Leto looked at her phone, turned the volume up, then she tried to speak again, but the call was dropped. Epona asked her if Tallulah was OK, and she answered “yeah, yeah, besides this last bit, she seemed fine.” Epona reminded her of how weak the cell signal was at the oceanarium. They both agreed. It’s hard not to when both sides are spooning and cuddling as they were. It's just as hard not to fall asleep after some minutes, even if one arm decides to do the same after a while.

Epona woke up with…

[Extra] Love birds

Hello, hello, fellow futa lovers!

Mina and Nina! Ah! I knew we’d see these two lovebirds from BoFII (Breath of Fire II) again. Even though they've met a few times in this gallery, these two still have a lot to catch up on after so many years apart. The concept behind this painting was a kiss, a deceptively simple concept for a painting, since a kiss usually involves both lovers' bodies to sync, from head to toe (the sketches tell that story). A kiss can be romantic, passionate, shy, magical, obscene, even mythical (I think of the sculpture Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss, by Antonio Canova). If I remember well, this was the first time that I sketched and painted this theme, so it was also the perfect challenge. 

This is probably Mina’s last appearance in our gallery (at least for the next couple of months), but not Nina’s (stay tuned for future paintings of her!). Ultra special thanks to our good friend, art director, and neighbor Kyropracter, who helped me navigate the web of stories underlying BoFII’s adventures, and kindly shared this painting with the world. 

Thank you all so much for the love and support!

Cheers!

Q.

p.s.: this is an extra painting, an early access submission. I’ll post it at Hentai-Foundry, Twitter, etc. in the future. Since this was a commission painting, I won't post its RIF file.

[Extra] Love birds [HQ]

Hello, hello, fellow futa lovers!

Mina and Nina! Ah! I knew we’d see these two lovebirds from BoFII (Breath of Fire II) again. Even though they've met a few times in this gallery, these two still have a lot to catch up on after so many years apart. The concept behind this painting was a kiss, a deceptively simple concept for a painting, since a kiss usually involves both lovers' bodies to sync, from head to toe (the sketches tell that story). A kiss can be romantic, passionate, shy, magical, obscene, even mythical (I think of the sculpture Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss, by Antonio Canova). If I remember well, this was the first time that I sketched and painted this theme, so it was also the perfect challenge.

This is probably Mina’s last appearance in our gallery (at least for the next couple of months), but not Nina’s (stay tuned for future paintings of her!). Ultra special thanks to our good friend, art director, and neighbor Kyropracter, who helped me navigate the web of stories underlying BoFII’s adventures, and kindly shared this painting with the world.

Thank you all so much for the love and support!

Cheers!

Q.

p.s.: this is an extra painting, an early access submission. I’ll post it at Hentai-Foundry, Twitter, etc. in the future. Since this was a commission painting, I won't post its RIF file.

I get that a lot

Midnight. Shola had an appointment with a new client. She was far from being late, but some things just can’t be rushed. There’s a rite, and a mindset to it, especially when her closest friends knew nothing about her job at the fetish club. Was she ashamed? After a whole year? Thinking about that before meeting a client certainly was counterproductive, so she just walked her way to the club. As she got there, however, she saw a young man wearing a hoodie in front of the club. It was Thomas, a former schoolmate, and he was turning his face towards her when she followed her deepest instincts and... Walked straight forward. He was one of the boys who bullied Epona at school after all. He had reasons to feel ashamed, not her.  

Thomas turned his body right when Shola walked past him. Her shoulder hit his shoulder. She almost called him by his name, but something stopped her: she realized that something had changed. “I’m sorry, uh…”, she said, followed by a long pause. “Here, you dropped your purse”. Thomas had a long hair now, and she could smell the lip gloss from where she stood, not to mention her makeup. Not bad. Not bad at all. Shola couldn’t believe how feminine her former schoolmate had become after only a couple of years. For a split second, Shola forgot about the history of bullying altogether. She was curious, but she decided not to take the first step. She then asked Shola if they had met before. Was it a test? Shola said “I had the same feeling at first, but no, I don't think we have.” They said their goodbyes and Shola entered the club.

Half an hour later, Shola entered the room and found her new client waiting by the table. The same purse she had picked up from the street floor. The client’s name: Thomasin. Very unusual, she thought, but it was all there, in the form. 

“You… Again?”, Thomasin asked.

“I get that a lot.” She replied, smiling. In her heart, she knew that Thomasin recognized her. Something about the way she looked at her as she entered the room. She knew exactly who Shola was, her former schoolmate, and she decided to stay. Would it bring her more pleasure? Perhaps. “Now let’s talk about you, Thomasin. What do you like? What do you dislike?”

* * *

Hello hello, fellow futa lovers!

How have you been? I hope you’re all fine, safe and sound. I stayed home during all holidays but, somehow, I managed to catch a cold that kept me away from the canvas these last three days or so. I’m feeling better now, sneezing a little, but I’ll be fully recovered soon. Well, enough about me. :P~

Here we are, 2022, and I have interesting plans for this exciting new year that I'd like to share with you.  

I plan on experimenting with Krita 5’s new recording feature, which will make the creation of time-lapse videos really easy and automated, and it seems to be a very lightweight tool, so hooray us! For those of you who like to see this fellow artist’s workflow, I think it can eventually be incorporated into our feed. This means I'll probably use Krita more often from now on, which isn't the easiest decision to make: on the one hand, it's editing capabilities are way better than Corel Painter's tools for layer editing and modification (which in the end has a huge impact on productivity). On the other hand, there are some Corel Painter brush engines that make those colors melt like butter and blend almost like paint blends on a real-life canvas, which is very important to me. I'll probably go back and forth from time to time and see what happens. I've hear that there's a built-in time-lapse recording script in Painter as well that I haven't tested yet, so I'll try that one as well.

Also, I guess I’ll keep experimenting with Blender’s 3D modelling/sculpting tools, mainly to tackle more challenging backgrounds (Architecture, some interiors, and so on). I’m not switching gears to 3D, quite the opposite: in more complex environments, modelling becomes a much better tool than the traditional approach of linear perspective, and there’s also the added benefit of being able to revisit some recurring backgrounds, such as the girls’ rooms, their workplaces, and so on. 

Last, but not least, and some of you already know about this, as much as I like the challenge of working on commissions, I’m officially reducing my slots to nearly zero. For those of you who haven’t noticed it, I’ve even unpublished the Horse tier from our Patreon page. There are personal and professional reasons that effectively reduced my weekly painting hours, so I don’t want the quality of any of our paintings to suffer. I have a (rather short) waiting list of commissions that I’ll paint as soon as it’s manageable to do so, which shouldn’t take longer than four or five months from now. 

Thank you all so much for the love, support, and for trusting this fellow artist's ideas =^______^=

Have a wonderful 2022, everyone!

Q.

I get that a lot [HQ]

Midnight. Shola had an appointment with a new client. She was far from being late, but some things just can’t be rushed. There’s a rite, and a mindset to it, especially when her closest friends knew nothing about her job at the fetish club. Was she ashamed? After a whole year? Thinking about that before meeting a client certainly was counterproductive, so she just walked her way to the club. As she got there, however, she saw a young man wearing a hoodie in front of the club. It was Thomas, a former schoolmate, and he was turning his face towards her when she followed her deepest instincts and... Walked straight forward. He was one of the boys who bullied Epona at school after all. He had reasons to feel ashamed, not her. 

Thomas turned his body right when Shola walked past him. Her shoulder hit his shoulder. She almost called him by his name, but something stopped her: she realized that something had changed. “I’m sorry, uh…”, she said, followed by a long pause. “Here, you dropped your purse”. Thomas had a long hair now, and she could smell the lip gloss from where she stood, not to mention her makeup. Not bad. Not bad at all. Shola couldn’t believe how feminine her former schoolmate had become after only a couple of years. For a split second, Shola forgot about the history of bullying altogether. She was curious, but she decided not to take the first step. She then asked Shola if they had met before. Was it a test? Shola said “I had the same feeling at first, but no, I don't think we have.” They said their goodbyes and Shola entered the club.

Half an hour later, Shola entered the room and found her new client waiting by the table. The same purse she had picked up from the street floor. The client’s name: Thomasin. Very unusual, she thought, but it was all there, in the form.

“You… Again?”, Thomasin asked.

“I get that a lot.” She replied, smiling. In her heart, she knew that Thomasin recognized her. Something about the way she looked at her as she entered the room. She knew exactly who Shola was, her former schoolmate, and she decided to stay. Would it bring her more pleasure? Perhaps. “Now let’s talk about you, Thomasin. What do you like? What do you dislike?”

* * *

Hello hello, fellow futa lovers!

How have you been? I hope you’re all fine, safe and sound. I stayed home during all holidays but, somehow, I managed to catch a cold that kept me away from the canvas these last three days or so. I’m feeling better now, sneezing a little, but I’ll be fully recovered soon. Well, enough about me. :P~

Here we are, 2022, and I have interesting plans for this exciting new year that I'd like to share with you.

I plan on experimenting with Krita 5’s new recording feature, which will make the creation of time-lapse videos really easy and automated, and it seems to be a very lightweight tool, so hooray us! For those of you who like to see this fellow artist’s workflow, I think it can eventually be incorporated into our feed. This means I'll probably use Krita more often from now on, which isn't the easiest decision to make: on the one hand, it's editing capabilities are way better than Corel Painter's tools for layer editing and modification (which in the end has a huge impact on productivity). On the other hand, there are some Corel Painter brush engines that make those colors melt like butter and blend almost like paint blends on a real-life canvas, which is very important to me. I'll probably go back and forth from time to time and see what happens. I've hear that there's a built-in time-lapse recording script in Painter as well that I haven't tested yet, so I'll try that one as well.

Also, I guess I’ll keep experimenting with Blender’s 3D modelling/sculpting tools, mainly to tackle more challenging backgrounds (Architecture, some interiors, and so on). I’m not switching gears to 3D, quite the opposite: in more complex environments, modelling becomes a much better tool than the traditional approach of linear perspective, and there’s also the added benefit of being able to revisit some recurring backgrounds, such as the girls’ rooms, their workplaces, and so on.

Last, but not least, and some of you already know about this, as much as I like the challenge of working on commissions, I’m officially reducing my slots to nearly zero. For those of you who haven’t noticed it, I’ve even unpublished the Horse tier from our Patreon page. There are personal and professional reasons that effectively reduced my weekly painting hours, so I don’t want the quality of any of our paintings to suffer. I have a (rather short) waiting list of commissions that I’ll paint as soon as it’s manageable to do so, which shouldn’t take longer than four or five months from now.

Thank you all so much for the love, support, and for trusting this fellow artist's ideas =^______^=

Have a wonderful 2022, everyone!

Q.

[Extra] Chimera

Hello there, fellow futa lovers!

Here’s a new concept that my good friend Sovi shared with me for a commission: a giantess chimera finding some sexual relief while, truth be said, causing a little bit of havoc downtown. We have huge boobs, balls, dick, copious amounts of jizz, and concerned citizens over here. This was such a massive project when we discussed it that I decided to incorporate some 3D elements for the first time (the building behind the chimera, and the water tower). I was super nervous at first, because the modelling stage require more time than usual when 3D software isn’t an artist’s natural habitat. Luckily, for me, Blender worked as intended, won my heart (I’ve been studying it in my spare time ever since), and will likely show up again in future paintings, especially when complex backgrounds, with intricate geometry, is key.

I watched a painting masterclass a few days ago and I learned that many painters of the past centuries sometimes hired architects to do this exact same task: designing complex architectural elements on their canvases, so that they would just paint on top of the linework. History never ceases to amaze me. LOL. Special thanks to Sovi, who pushed me to uncharted territories, and shared his vision with the world. =^_____^=

Thank you all so much for the love and support! Enjoy!

Q.

p.s.: this is an extra painting, an early access submission. I’ll post it at Hentai-Foundry, Twitter, etc. in the future. Since this was a commission painting, I won't post its RIF or BLEND files.

[Extra] Chimera [HQ]

Hello there, fellow futa lovers!

Here’s a new concept that my good friend Sovi shared with me for a commission: a giantess chimera finding some sexual relief while, truth be said, causing a little bit of havoc downtown. We have huge boobs, balls, dick, copious amounts of jizz, and concerned citizens over here. This was such a massive project when we discussed it that I decided to incorporate some 3D elements for the first time (the building behind the chimera, and the water tower). I was super nervous at first, because the modelling stage require more time than usual when 3D software isn’t an artist’s natural habitat. Luckily, for me, Blender worked as intended, won my heart (I’ve been studying it in my spare time ever since), and will likely show up again in future paintings, especially when complex backgrounds, with intricate geometry, is key.

I watched a painting masterclass a few days ago and I learned that many painters of the past centuries sometimes hired architects to do this exact same task: designing complex architectural elements on their canvases, so that they would just paint on top of the linework. History never ceases to amaze me. LOL. Special thanks to Sovi, who pushed me to uncharted territories, and shared his vision with the world. =^_____^=

Thank you all so much for the love and support! Enjoy!

Q.

p.s.: this is an extra painting, an early access submission. I’ll post it at Hentai-Foundry, Twitter, etc. in the future. Since this was a commission painting, I won't post its RIF or BLEND files.

[Extra] Happy Holidays

Ho, ho, ho, fellow futa lovers!

I’m just stopping by to wish you all a happy, prosperous, and healthy new year. Here in Brazil it’s rare to hear anything other than “merry Xmas” from December on, but luckily the world (as well as our minds and hearts) just gets broader and culturally richer, so I’d like to wish you all a wonderful holiday season.

Happy Holidays!

Q.

p.s.: this is an extra painting, an early access submission. I’ll post it at Hentai-Foundry, Twitter, etc. in a couple of days… Probably by the end of the month :P~~~

[Extra] Happy Holidays [HQ]

Ho, ho, ho, fellow futa lovers!

I’m just stopping by to wish you all a happy, prosperous, and healthy new year. Here in Brazil it’s rare to hear anything other than “merry Xmas” from December on, but luckily the world (as well as our minds and hearts) just gets broader and culturally richer, so I’d like to wish you all a wonderful holiday season.

Happy Holidays!

Q.

p.s.: this is an extra painting, an early access submission. I’ll post it at Hentai-Foundry, Twitter, etc. in a couple of days… Probably by the end of the month :P~~~

Eight missed calls

To keep a big secret, one should be ready to tell smaller ones along the way.

“Thank goodness you’re OK!” Tallulah heard over the phone. She had left her office a while back, the samples were safe in the lab, and Sammy was probably home already, but there was a bigger task at hand, one with eight long, playful arms instead of two legs. Tallulah was inside the largest quarantine tank in the oceanarium, and she could feel them exploring her feet and knees. She was able to keep Karlie from being seen by the staff, but she couldn’t hide her forever.

“I’m alright, but I’m still puss… puzzled,” she said, gently trying to keep the octopus’ arms away from her pussy. Eight against two, life is not fair. She looked at Karlie’s face inside the tank (she was trying not to laugh). After a brief truce, she pulled Tallulah a little bit, until her chin touched the water. “Stop it!” Tallulah whispered.

“Puzzled?”

“Yes. I was visited by the rarest kind of herm this afternoon. She’s a tucker, like me, but the crazy part is that she has bioluminescent jizz. Ah! Unbelievable!” Karlie’s head was right in front of Tallulah’s pussy, waiting for consent. As she spread her legs, Karlie’s delicate arms pulled Tallulah’s outer lips slightly so that Karlie’s tongue could effortlessly touch the inner labia. Being able to breathe underwater suddenly seemed like the ultimate superpower to Tallulah. Leto kept talking about herms with deep ocean DNA, which was unheard of, anatomy, physiology, nonstop, and Tallulah could only reply with a series of yeah yeah yeahs. After a while, all Leto could hear was the sound of bubbles.

“Tallulah? Are you there? Hello?”

* * *

Hello, hello, fellow futa lovers!

December is here! 2021 is almost over! Did this year go by quickly for you as well? That’s how it felt over here, but so much has happened this year as well, so I think I stumbled upon a paradox of sorts. When it comes to painting and drawing technique, I think the main thing I’ve practiced this year was how to group values inside shapes. It’s not a new concept, it’s easier said than done, and it doesn’t even sound exciting, but I’m slowly learning how to think less in terms of anatomy and more in terms of shapes of value and color, which is a true game changer. If we add edge control to that, we have a very interesting set of elements that can convey a sense of realism. It would be way easier if I could find a nice photo reference of a real cecaelia futa and a dolphin futa having fun together, of course, but no one said it would be easy (LOL).

I have plans to post again before the holidays, but for those of you who might travel and will only check future updates in 2022, happy holidays and a wonderful new year to us all!

Thank you all so much for trusting this fellow artist’s imagination. =^_______^=

Cheers!

Q.

Eight missed calls [HQ]

To keep a big secret, one should be ready to tell smaller ones along the way.

“Thank goodness you’re OK!” Tallulah heard over the phone. She had left her office a while back, the samples were safe in the lab, and Sammy was probably home already, but there was a bigger task at hand, one with eight long, playful arms instead of two legs. Tallulah was inside the largest quarantine tank in the oceanarium, and she could feel them exploring her feet and knees. She was able to keep Karlie from being seen by the staff, but she couldn’t hide her forever.

“I’m alright, but I’m still puss… puzzled,” she said, gently trying to keep the octopus’ arms away from her pussy. Eight against two, life is not fair. She looked at Karlie’s face inside the tank (she was trying not to laugh). After a brief truce, she pulled Tallulah a little bit, until her chin touched the water. “Stop it!” Tallulah whispered.

“Puzzled?”

“Yes. I was visited by the rarest kind of herm this afternoon. She’s a tucker, like me, but the crazy part is that she has bioluminescent jizz. Ah! Unbelievable!” Karlie’s head was right in front of Tallulah’s pussy, waiting for consent. As she spread her legs, Karlie’s delicate arms pulled Tallulah’s outer lips slightly so that Karlie’s tongue could effortlessly touch the inner labia. Being able to breathe underwater suddenly seemed like the ultimate superpower to Tallulah. Leto kept talking about herms with deep ocean DNA, which was unheard of, anatomy, physiology, nonstop, and Tallulah could only reply with a series of yeah yeah yeahs. After a while, all Leto could hear was the sound of bubbles.

“Tallulah? Are you there? Hello?”

* * *

Hello, hello, fellow futa lovers!

December is here! 2021 is almost over! Did this year go by quickly for you as well? That’s how it felt over here, but so much has happened this year as well, so I think I stumbled upon a paradox of sorts. When it comes to painting and drawing technique, I think the main thing I’ve practiced this year was how to group values inside shapes. It’s not a new concept, it’s easier said than done, and it doesn’t even sound exciting, but I’m slowly learning how to think less in terms of anatomy and more in terms of shapes of value and color, which is a true game changer. If we add edge control to that, we have a very interesting set of elements that can convey a sense of realism. It would be way easier if I could find a nice photo reference of a real cecaelia futa and a dolphin futa having fun together, of course, but no one said it would be easy (LOL).

I have plans to post again before the holidays, but for those of you who might travel and will only check future updates in 2022, happy holidays and a wonderful new year to us all!

Thank you all so much for trusting this fellow artist’s imagination. =^_______^=

Cheers!

Q.

[Extra] Sammy and Tallulah

Hello there, fellow futa lovers!

I was holding this extra painting, a commission I painted to my good friend Zero, so that it would fit nicely in our girls’ storyline: our curious marine biologist, Tallulah, studying Sammy’s unique anatomy in her lab at the city’s aquarium. Samantha is one of Zero’s OCs. She has minor, sexy shark-like features (i.e., gills, webbed fingers, sharp teeth, a bioluminescent pattern,...), specifically inspired by the American Pocket Shark, and a unique futa anatomy, since she's able to retract her cock completely, concealing it behind a small slit that's just above her lady parts. She can be short tempered, but she also knows how to chill when she's in her natural habitat. She also has some pretty wild tattoos and considerable amounts of salty, bioluminescent jizz in her belly. You can see, from the sketches, that we were aiming at a very particular facial expression as well… Tense, yet curious. 

Enjoy!

Q.

p.s.:  this is an extra painting, an early access submission. I’ll post it at Hentai-Foundry, Twitter, etc. in a couple of days. Since this is a commission painting, I won’t post its KRA file.

[Extra] Sammy and Tallulah [HQ]

Hello there, fellow futa lovers!

I was holding this extra painting, a commission I painted to my good friend Zero, so that it would fit nicely in our girls’ storyline: our curious marine biologist, Tallulah, studying Sammy’s unique anatomy in her lab at the city’s aquarium. Samantha is one of Zero’s OCs. She has minor, sexy shark-like features (i.e., gills, webbed fingers, sharp teeth, a bioluminescent pattern,...), specifically inspired by the American Pocket Shark, and a unique futa anatomy, since she's able to retract her cock completely, concealing it behind a small slit that's just above her lady parts. She can be short tempered, but she also knows how to chill when she's in her natural habitat. She also has some pretty wild tattoos and considerable amounts of salty, bioluminescent jizz in her belly. You can see, from the sketches, that we were aiming at a very particular facial expression as well… Tense, yet curious.

Enjoy!

Q.

p.s.:  this is an extra painting, an early access submission. I’ll post it at Hentai-Foundry, Twitter, etc. in a couple of days. Since this is a commission painting, I won’t post its KRA file.

Roll the dice #04

Midnight. Shola had an appointment with a new client. She was far from being late, but some things just can’t be rushed. There’s a rite, and a mindset to it, especially when her closest friends knew nothing about her job at the fetish club. Was she ashamed? After a whole year? Thinking about that before meeting a client certainly was counterproductive, so she just walked her way to the club. As she got there, however, she saw a young man wearing a hoodie in front of the club. It was Thomas, a former schoolmate, and he was turning his face towards her when she followed her deepest instincts and...

[Extra] Farewell kiss

Hey, hey, futa lovers! 

Katt and Nina… Aren’t these two the loveliest couple there is in the BoF2 universe? (what about Nina and Mina, Q? Good question. I guess there are things that we’re not meant to know) This month these two take us to one of the game’s scenarios at the most poetic time of the day (imho, at least): the golden hour. =^_____^= This pose had crossed my mind so many times already, but this was the perfect opportunity to paint it! Super special thanks to Kyropracter, who directed me from the sketches to the finished image, and who gladly shared it with the world. 

Enjoy! =^_____^=

Q.

p.s.:  this is an extra painting, an early access submission. I’ll post it at Hentai-Foundry, Twitter, etc. in a couple of days. Since this is a commission painting, I won’t post its RIF file.

[Extra] Farewell kiss [HQ]

Hey, hey, futa lovers!

Katt and Nina… Aren’t these two the loveliest couple there is in the BoF2 universe? (what about Nina and Mina, Q? Good question. I guess there are things that we’re not meant to know) This month these two take us to one of the game’s scenarios at the most poetic time of the day (imho, at least): the golden hour. =^_____^= This pose had crossed my mind so many times already, but this was the perfect opportunity to paint it! Super special thanks to Kyropracter, who directed me from the sketches to the finished image, and who gladly shared it with the world.

Enjoy! =^_____^=

Q.

p.s.:  this is an extra painting, an early access submission. I’ll post it at Hentai-Foundry, Twitter, etc. in a couple of days. Since this is a commission painting, I won’t post its RIF file.

Slumber party

Shola couldn’t help but giggle. Leto kept fanning herself. Her head was on Epona’s pillow, right above her shoulder. She whispered in her ear “I know I told you to come alone, but dear Lord, the fullness! I’ve never felt it like I did tonight. You were… Perfect.” Now Epona was the one giggling. “I miss Tallulah.” Leto continued, her fingers lost in Shola's hair as they cuddled, “How about we make her a surprise visit after her shift, the three of us?”

Epona wasn’t so sure about that. “I think we should text her first. She told me she was extra busy this week. Something about a new species they’ve found.”

Shola stretched her neck checked her phone. Late. What was she still doing there, dear Lord, at eleven? She needed to get hydrated after, well, after her balls were sucked dry by Leto, and then she needed to take a power nap at least before she could get back to her writing. The girls asked if she was trying to reach Tallulah, but she wasn’t. Leto said that she tried to call Tallulah, what, seven, eight times already? Eight missed calls. Should they be concerned?

“Some of us work”, said Epona.

“Thank you!”, Shola replied, but Epona was distracted. She couldn’t take her eyes from Shola’s arms and elbows, dancing in front of her belly as she packed. There was something about her hands and fingers that gave Epona instant flashbacks of their night together. Those fingers worked miracles when they touched wet lips.

Leto was talking to herself, mostly, cuddling, licking her friends in a vain attempt to establish them as her property, and complaining about how lame were the discoveries at the oceanarium. Last time Tallulah found a new species, it was an ugly, monochromatic starfish no larger than her pinky. A starfish! OMG, “so… lame!” she shouted, finally. Where was Shola, anyway? What the other girls didn’t know, however, was that she wasn’t planning to go home.

* * *

Hello there, fellow futa lovers!

November is here! I feel that we’re slowly building a short story now, perhaps a slice of life one, not primarily focused on any plot in particular, but I hope some of the girls’ personalities get a chance to shine through every now and then (of course, I’m not primarily a fiction writer either, so I apologize in advance for any unfounded melodrama or contrived writing… Yikes!). I think this is a way to stay true to these characters origins, and it can be fun, so why not? =^___^= I hope you like it!

On the technical side of things, I’ll try to switch gears back to Krita every now and then (for those who noticed it, the KRAs are back!), so that the original (KRA, RIF, PTG etc…) files are useful to more and more people. My old computer says thanks as well, since heavier software, such as Painter, and some tools from various software (such as Rebelle’s beautiful watercolors), can break the workflow of a regular desktop computer such as mine due to lack of RAM, CPU/GPU-intensive tasks and become very slow, and Krita has its way to stay lightweight. Also, as Krita approaches version 5.0, my heart is filled with both excitement and nostalgia.

Thank you all so much for the love and support! Enjoy… And stay hydrated y’all!

Q.

Slumber party [HQ]

Shola couldn’t help but giggle. Leto kept fanning herself. Her head was on Epona’s pillow, right above her shoulder. She whispered in her ear “I know I told you to come alone, but dear Lord, the fullness! I’ve never felt it like I did tonight. You were… Perfect.” Now Epona was the one giggling. “I miss Tallulah.” Leto continued, her fingers lost in Shola's hair as they cuddled, “How about we make her a surprise visit after her shift, the three of us?”

Epona wasn’t so sure about that. “I think we should text her first. She told me she was extra busy this week. Something about a new species they’ve found.”

Shola stretched her neck checked her phone. Late. What was she still doing there, dear Lord, at eleven? She needed to get hydrated after, well, after her balls were sucked dry by Leto, and then she needed to take a power nap at least before she could get back to her writing. The girls asked if she was trying to reach Tallulah, but she wasn’t. Leto said that she tried to call Tallulah, what, seven, eight times already? Eight missed calls. Should they be concerned?

“Some of us work”, said Epona.

“Thank you!”, Shola replied, but Epona was distracted. She couldn’t take her eyes from Shola’s arms and elbows, dancing in front of her belly as she packed. There was something about her hands and fingers that gave Epona instant flashbacks of their night together. Those fingers worked miracles when they touched wet lips.

Leto was talking to herself, mostly, cuddling, licking her friends in a vain attempt to establish them as her property, and complaining about how lame were the discoveries at the oceanarium. Last time Tallulah found a new species, it was an ugly, monochromatic starfish no larger than her pinky. A starfish! OMG, “so… lame!” she shouted, finally. Where was Shola, anyway? What the other girls didn’t know, however, was that she wasn’t planning to go home.

* * *

Hello there, fellow futa lovers!

November is here! I feel that we’re slowly building a short story now, perhaps a slice of life one, not primarily focused on any plot in particular, but I hope some of the girls’ personalities get a chance to shine through every now and then (of course, I’m not primarily a fiction writer either, so I apologize in advance for any unfounded melodrama or contrived writing… Yikes!). I think this is a way to stay true to these characters origins, and it can be fun, so why not? =^___^= I hope you like it!

On the technical side of things, I’ll try to switch gears back to Krita every now and then (for those who noticed it, the KRAs are back!), so that the original (KRA, RIF, PTG etc…) files are useful to more and more people. My old computer says thanks as well, since heavier software, such as Painter, and some tools from various software (such as Rebelle’s beautiful watercolors), can break the workflow of a regular desktop computer such as mine due to lack of RAM, CPU/GPU-intensive tasks and become very slow, and Krita has its way to stay lightweight. Also, as Krita approaches version 5.0, my heart is filled with both excitement and nostalgia.

Thank you all so much for the love and support! Enjoy… And stay hydrated y’all!

Q.

[Extra] Cabin

Hello there, fellow futa lovers!

This painting was made almost at the same time we had our anthro futa series. I’d paint our lovely, wet scenes with our cephalopod and dolphin friends in the morning, and later I’d work on a cozier, furrier scene like this one. I must say I had the best of both worlds for a while, and I flexed many drawing and painting muscles in the process, by having more characters in a scene, or creating more complex environments/backgrounds. This scene, a Horse Tier commission, comes from Kyropracter’s beautiful mind, a special gathering of friends: a wolf (Loba), a lemure (Murè), a fox (Raposa), a red panda (Vermel), and an ocelot girl (Tiricia). We had smaller concepts at first (keep scrolling and you’ll their sketches!), but then two sketches became a larger, more complex one, and down the rabbit-hole we went. This scene is but a slice of a special world, in which the Kyraci Industries shape both our lives and our minds, bringing us everything from dairy products to fancy hotels, comfy cabins, not to mention transportation, and the list goes on and on. =^___^=

Kyro, friend, thanks for sharing your vision of (naughty) friendship and all the infrastructure that allows it to live up to its potential. 

Thank you all so much for your love and support! :D

Cheers!

Q.

p.s.:  this is an extra painting, an early access submission. I’ll post it at Hentai-Foundry, Twitter, etc. in a couple of days. Since this is a commission painting, I won’t post its RIF file.

[Extra] Cabin [HQ]

Hello there, fellow futa lovers!

This painting was made almost at the same time we had our anthro futa series. I’d paint our lovely, wet scenes with our cephalopod and dolphin friends in the morning, and later I’d work on a cozier, furrier scene like this one. I must say I had the best of both worlds for a while, and I flexed many drawing and painting muscles in the process, by having more characters in a scene, or creating more complex environments/backgrounds. This scene, a Horse Tier commission, comes from Kyropracter’s beautiful mind, a special gathering of friends: a wolf (Loba), a lemure (Murè), a fox (Raposa), a red panda (Vermel), and an ocelot girl (Tiricia). We had smaller concepts at first (keep scrolling and you’ll their sketches!), but then two sketches became a larger, more complex one, and down the rabbit-hole we went. This scene is but a slice of a special world, in which the Kyraci Industries shape both our lives and our minds, bringing us everything from dairy products to fancy hotels, comfy cabins, not to mention transportation, and the list goes on and on. =^___^=

Kyro, friend, thanks for sharing your vision of (naughty) friendship and all the infrastructure that allows it to live up to its potential. 

Thank you all so much for your love and support! :D

Cheers!

Q.

p.s.:  this is an extra painting, an early access submission. I’ll post it at Hentai-Foundry, Twitter, etc. in a couple of days. Since this is a commission painting, I won’t post its RIF file.

Surprise visit

Epona could still feel his taste in her mouth, and she was pretty sure the same applied to him. His jizz tasted nothing like hers, or any of the girls’ (what does he eat anyway?), but it was fun. She smiled. She’ll never forget his face when she showed him her condom sachet, and then opened it. He was brave, wasn’t he? She thought he’d want to meet her again. A booty call? Only time will tell. When she arrived at the subway station, she saw three messages from Leto on her phone. She was inviting Epona to stay at her place that same night, and Epona replied yes on the spot. Leto said she missed her the night before. “Shola… I could make it up to her by inviting Shola as well”, she whispered to herself as she reloaded her subway card.  “Would she like this peace offering?”

“Tonight? Girl, as much as I’d love to join your horny asses tonight, I’m not exactly free. I’ll have to pass, sorry.” Replied Shola.

“Come on… I think Leto could use some extra attention from us tonight. Pretty please? If there’s anything I could do to make you change your mind, just say it.” Wrote Epona, getting inside the subway train. It was rather empty. Two old ladies, one of them reading a book while the other fell asleep reading a newspaper. There was also a kid talking to his mother, and a handsome man wearing a suit on the opposite side of the wagon.

“I’m in my own personal academic purgatory this weekend, Epona. I must finish two papers, review an article, go to the library to check out a couple of books… I can’t spend the night with you guys.” The kid and the mom left the train. He was talking passionately about ice cream.

“You live next to Leto’s place… Sort of… So, you could just stop by and enjoy a much-deserved break. Just a break, for one hour or more, if you want… And the books, well, I can go to the library tomorrow morning if you want. You could keep working and I’ll take the books to your place! Can I bribe you with a bowl of ice cream as well?”

“I don’t know, Epona… I’ll have to think about it.”

“It’s ice cream. There is nothing to think about. Come on... What was that Voltaire idea you quoted a while ago? That if a diplomat says yes, she means maybe, if she says maybe, then she means no, and if she says no…”

“Then she’s not a diplomat.” Replied Shola, after a while. Epona was practically alone in the wagon now.

“Precisely! What do you say?” The old lady with the newspaper woke up.

“Well, I’m not saying no. Did you say something about ice cream?”

“I love you too! This would mean the world to me, Shola. I really want this night to be special for her. We aren’t expecting anyone else, so if you can make it…”

* * *

Hello there, fellow futa lovers!

September is over, and we’ve just reached October! Our gallery began forty six months ago, and soon it’ll be four years old! Can you believe this? I feel so fortunate for everything that we’ve achieved together, for everyone I had the opportunity to meet, and for finding strategies to deliver new paintings every month (not to mention commissions, extra paintings, sketches, polls, and so on). For all those out there who creates creative content on a relugar basis, that’s a helluva journey, a challenging, yet delightful one. What can we expect to see in the future? I don’t know, but right now I’m more curious about what our girls’ next adventures will be. =^_____^=

Thank you all so much for the love and support! Have a wonderful weekend! And stay hydrated!

Q.

Surprise visit [HQ]

Epona could still feel his taste in her mouth, and she was pretty sure the same applied to him. His jizz tasted nothing like hers, or any of the girls’ (what does he eat anyway?), but it was fun. She smiled. She’ll never forget his face when she showed him her condom sachet, and then opened it. He was brave, wasn’t he? She thought he’d want to meet her again. A booty call? Only time will tell. When she arrived at the subway station, she saw three messages from Leto on her phone. She was inviting Epona to stay at her place that same night, and Epona replied yes on the spot. Leto said she missed her the night before. “Shola… I could make it up to her by inviting Shola as well”, she whispered to herself as she reloaded her subway card.  “Would she like this peace offering?”

“Tonight? Girl, as much as I’d love to join your horny asses tonight, I’m not exactly free. I’ll have to pass, sorry.” Replied Shola.

“Come on… I think Leto could use some extra attention from us tonight. Pretty please? If there’s anything I could do to make you change your mind, just say it.” Wrote Epona, getting inside the subway train. It was rather empty. Two old ladies, one of them reading a book while the other fell asleep reading a newspaper. There was also a kid talking to his mother, and a handsome man wearing a suit on the opposite side of the wagon.

“I’m in my own personal academic purgatory this weekend, Epona. I must finish two papers, review an article, go to the library to check out a couple of books… I can’t spend the night with you guys.” The kid and the mom left the train. He was talking passionately about ice cream.

“You live next to Leto’s place… Sort of… So, you could just stop by and enjoy a much-deserved break. Just a break, for one hour or more, if you want… And the books, well, I can go to the library tomorrow morning if you want. You could keep working and I’ll take the books to your place! Can I bribe you with a bowl of ice cream as well?”

“I don’t know, Epona… I’ll have to think about it.”

“It’s ice cream. There is nothing to think about. Come on... What was that Voltaire idea you quoted a while ago? That if a diplomat says yes, she means maybe, if she says maybe, then she means no, and if she says no…”

“Then she’s not a diplomat.” Replied Shola, after a while. Epona was practically alone in the wagon now.

“Precisely! What do you say?” The old lady with the newspaper woke up.

“Well, I’m not saying no. Did you say something about ice cream?”

“I love you too! This would mean the world to me, Shola. I really want this night to be special for her. We aren’t expecting anyone else, so if you can make it…”

* * *

Hello there, fellow futa lovers!

September is over, and we’ve just reached October! Our gallery began forty six months ago, and soon it’ll be four years old! Can you believe this? I feel so fortunate for everything that we’ve achieved together, for everyone I had the opportunity to meet, and for finding strategies to deliver new paintings every month (not to mention commissions, extra paintings, sketches, polls, and so on). For all those out there who creates creative content on a relugar basis, that’s a helluva journey, a challenging, yet delightful one. What can we expect to see in the future? I don’t know, but right now I’m more curious about what our girls’ next adventures will be. =^_____^=

Thank you all so much for the love and support! Have a wonderful weekend! And stay hydrated!

Q.

Roll the dice #03

Shola couldn’t help but giggle. Leto kept fanning herself. Her head was on Epona’s pillow, right above her shoulder. She whispered in her ear “I know I told you to come alone, but dear Lord, the fullness! I’ve never felt it like I did today. You were… Perfect.” Now Epona was the one giggling. “I miss Tallulah.” Leto continued, her fingers lost in Shola's hair as they cuddled, “How about we make her a surprise visit after her shift, the three of us?”

[Extra] At the gym

Hello, hello, everyone!

This is sequel to one of my first commissions, both envisioned by Sovi (sovietspyder), a mini-giantess Epona at the gym, a steamy, musky environment that’s perfect for an ultra-hyperproductive, sweaty futa to show us the way to the land of taffy-thick jizz. Special thanks to our two futa coaches, who not only made this scene possible, but also safe for everyone. Extra special thanks to Sovi, who shared his vision with the world. =^_____^=

Thank you all so much for the love and support! Enjoy!

Q.

p.s.: this is an extra painting, an early access submission. I’ll post it at Hentai-Foundry, Twitter, etc. in a couple of days. Since this was a commission painting, I won't post its RIF file.