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A very p*rny Predator

Hey all,

Ah, Predator, pure testosterone-fueled action/horror, another classic, and another franchise so successful Hollywood cannot help themselves but churn out increasingly shitty sequels for it.

I would put in a little rant here about The utter travesty that was 'The Predator' but I fear once I do that I'll never quit and we'll be here a while.

...

Ok maybe a little rant.

Who the FUCK gave the ok to the "the predators have been coming to earth all along because they want to steal our autism" horseshit?

Phew, now I've got that out let's continue.

So this one's had to be a bit different from the others, because Predators are... quite textured. They got the whole scales business going on, and then their skin is mottled tans, brown, and greens. So one flat colour just wouldn't cut it. I think the minimal texturing still makes it fit in with the rest.

Predators, also known as Yautja, are also different from all the others alien chicks that have come before because they are outright known as "ugly motherfuckers". Making them quite the challenge to turn appealing. I'm not sure what category they would fall in, and spent a while debating with myself where I should group them in. But I think I feel comfortable introducing another category for it, the monstrous... or perhaps we should call it monster-girl for this lewdification of them.

Any of you familiar with monstergirls?

I hope I've succeeded in making that mandibled monster visage at least somewhat palatable. The body is easier, she may be rough to the touch in places, but that's nothing a great big pair of swinging titties can't fix. And I don't even have to make stuff up myself for that part, because girl predators do exist, and they do have breasts. How convenient for me.

SoCarter out.

Dark Elves follow some very p*rny gods

...It's almost a routine now for Knight Sophia, taking care of her prince, but in the spirit of making up for lost time yesterday she quickly gets him off using her breasts on waking up. In their haste to get his morning wood down and get going on their journey the pair briefly forget about making sure not to dirty the room, or keep down the noise. Just as the hung prince's monstrous climax hits, Sophia does keep in mind they don't have time to take a bath, and so aims him away from her. The thick globs of white cream coating their bed and the wall instead, Sophia's hand keeping on pumping along his length to coax as much out of him as she can.

Realizing their mistake, The knight and the prince quickly dress up when he is done, gather their supplies, jump on their steeds, and ride out of town before the innkeeper can find the mess they've made.

It was a good call, taking the detour to the village to find a horse for the prince to ride. Not having to share Sophia's horse, and subsequently not nearly as distracted by her, the breaks the prince has to take are limited to their meals. And if they abandon the roads and trek through the wilds again, they can further make up for the lost time they made at the start of their venture.

Sophia would have gone for the border of the kingdom the prince was kept in straight away and got him home to his father the king as fast as possible. But though their skinship was certainly beyond pleasurable, both agreed they may need to seek help from a mage first to see if anything could be done to alleviate the endless lust the prince carried with him, lust that seemed very contagious now. The capital would certainly host a mages guild, and it was on their way either way. So it was agreed to make a stop there to investigate.

Unfortunately on the way there, before they even have a chance to abandon the road, they ride up on a hobbling ox-drawn cart, carrying produce, a farmer, his sons, and a young, beautiful brunette daughter.

it was the farmer family that had taken up the other rooms at the inn from the day before, forcing the pair to stay together, evidently they too on their way to the capital to sell their crop. And in these Goblin and Orc infested lands, they would humbly request an escort. if the lady-knight would be so kind...

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Having taken a look at both Angels and Demons, let us quickly go back to the Elves, to explore the third kind.

Of the three major elfdoms Dark Elves are the most elusive, after the destructive war with the Orcs and the High Elves reflecting back on past actions, the ones who still firmly believed in Elven supremacy abandoned their "weaker" kin only to find themselves outnumbered. And so in their secession retreated to vast underground holds. Ironically enough the same mountainous caverns that the Goblins once called their home. Though in the years since the war that irony has been lost on them. As far as the Elves are concerned, they dug the pits and tunnels they call home themselves.

The Dark Elves remain there ever since, keeping to themselves mostly, only semi-often coming into contact with minor Goblin tribes eking out a meagre living in the far corners of the world's mountain ranges and Dwarven holds.

It's been in those years that the once proud Elves truly sunk into depravity, far lower than they had in their heyday when the Elven kingdoms were still united, and came to be known as the Dark Elves.

The same fate that befell the other Elves naturally came to them as well, but not having the clarity of mind to stop their body modification practices they instead pledged themselves to dark gods to beg for their help, or as the Dark Elves saw it, manipulate them into serving them. Blind to their own servitude, they came to be known as raiders, torturers and slavers. And are now spoken off with the fear and disgust usually reserved only for Demons, far outstripping the ire they themselves held for the Orcs all those years ago.

This neatly brings us back to talking about Demons and other ethereal beings, but this post is again getting long, so I'll leave it for the next episode of fantasy p*rn land.

Hey all,

So as you may notice, this one too is a day late. Yeah, that's on me, I vastly underestimated how much cleanup this particular sketch had to go through, and started way too late Yesterday. So not wanting to make it a rush job and have it look out of place with the others, I left the fine-tuning for today.

Though I still could have uploaded this earlier, it's been done for a few hours now ;p

SoCarter out.

A very p*rny T'au girl

Hey all,

So this was meant to go up yesterday however I decided to slack off because I just cannot stop myself so now it's coming today. As you may have noticed last week I'm trying to do Tuesday-Thursday-Saturday uploads for these and the fantasy ones so I guess the next one will simply come tomorrow.

I've also been itching to find the time somewhere to get another RQR (tm) in, hopefully this week, as also I will hopefully be finishing up that other big project I was working on in tandem together with the threesome scene from a couple weeks earlier.

But that might be too much in one week so we'll see how it plays out.

But to talk about the girl I am actually very excited for this one because this particular alien gal belongs to the Warhammer 40.000 grimdark space opera setting, which happens to be my favourite kiiinda scifi (it's not really scifi, too much magic. But Star wars isn't true scifi either so who cares) setting. The T'au are a young alien species just barely scratching the surface of how truly dark end grim the galaxy is, and as such are uncharacteristically optimistic for the world they are living in, often with disastrous results, those poor T'au will never forget their first encounter with the Dark Eldar. And with this girl I can introduce another alien chick category: The humanoid.

The humanoid Alien, contrasting the basically human Alien, are MOSTLY human, and can be considered attractive by our standards, but deviate a bit more from us. They might lack digits in their hands or have more, sport a tail, be digitrade instead of plantigrade, or not have human shaped noses or ears, lack pupils, etc. The T'au for example, have those weird faceslits instead of noses, their eyes are entirely black, they have only 8 fingers, and have hooves.

Now technically lore-wise it is not confirmed if T'au have breasts or if their reproductive organs are compatible with ours but that doesn't really ever come up in universe because the T'au conform to a rigid caste system where relationships outside of your caste are taboo, and inter-species relationships are an even bigger no no. On the other hand if you are human and don't look at A̶l̶i̶e̶n̶s̶  filthy xenos with the appropriate amount of disdain you'll likely be shot on the spot by the nearest commissar present, so no chance there either.

But that sure won't stop me from lewding the shit out of these blueberry xenos anyway. So I'll just interpret the lack of clarity as having free reign over this stuff.

I'm sure I'll get no complaints from you guys.

SoCarter out.

A very p*rny Valkyrie

Let's take a break from all those demons and devils and take a look at the other side of that coin, or rather, what most people assume is the other side of the coin.

Because Demons = bad and Angels = good, right?

Well no, not really. Though it is a good rule to go by, as Demons tend to not have a positive effect on the material people, creatures, and plants they come in contact with. This isn't because the Demons themselves are necessarily "bad" or "evil", but because they are simply so strange and alien it is hard to find common ground with them.

A Demon that can take physical form and not become a horrid, madness inducing abomination has already made huge strides in understanding a realm so utterly alien to itself.

And there is perhaps no better being to explain how Angels are not the polar opposite of Demons than The Valkyrie. While Demons can be part of or aspects of greater beings from beyond the veil or entirely independent agents, Angels are always seen as servants of the gods. Angels as such do not necessarily need to be ethereal creatures. nor stand opposed to Demons. Though they are certainly beyond flesh and blood. The Valkyrie for instance are a class of being that are mortal warriors, uplifted to be their god's servant beyond their death, and willing agents that execute their chosen patron's will. But not all of those beings are considered Angels, because they lack the common features associated with them, such as a lack of robes, halo, or wings. It's just the Valkyries of the Dwarven and Nordic tribes that share some of these features, and hence carry the title of Angel. Even though by technicality all of them are.

Because "angel" is simply a term used to describe supernatural beings, oft seen with bird-like wings or halos, that are subservient to greater powers, and don't pose a threat to us. Not a class unto their own like Demons are.

Some would even argue that Valkyries aren't proper Angels just to keep pretending the false dichotomy between Angels and Demons exist. But among the different types of Angel there is simply no common origin, and some Angels can even be considered Demons themselves, as weird and counter-intuitive as that sounds. But this post is getting long, and that explanation is better reserved for when we get to those Angels.

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...done with the blonde, and gotten their money's worth out of her, the pair strap themselves into their gear again, though having wasted a lot of time having sex across town, they elect to go back to the inn to stay one more night before continuing on their journey. After this town after all there awaits them a rather lengthy trek up towards a larger city. A proper night's rest after a day of relaxation is sure to do them well. Though it does mean they are delayed yet again.

Bernadette bids them farewell with sadness in her voice, it is clear such a small town is wasted on such an adventurous spirit, but also she sure would've liked to take the prince's intimidating member for another spin or two.

There is not much in the way of entertainment present in the small town however, and the young knight and her Prince soon find themselves entangled in each other's arms again, nude and sweaty in their shared room... even as the sun sets their bed creaks with their feverish writhing and thrusting, moans hushed until they both fall asleep and eventually day breaks again...

Hey all,

Again nothing to say, enjoy the longer lore bit and short continuation of the story

SoCarter out.

Twi'lek are plenty p*rny as is.

Hey all,

Time for the second alien chick of the alien chicks from across the history of science fiction and pop-culture. And for the second instalment we have... *drum-roll even though you've already see what it is and it's also in the title so this reveal is useless* ...the ever popular Twi'lek! These are perhaps THE quintessential sexy alien chick. If you know Star Wars, you know two things about these aliens: They make for popular slaves, and the girls are all sexy as all shit. Even if you don't know Star Wars you're probably on some level aware of these multi-coloured tentacleheads.

Speaking off tentacleheads, this entry also introduces us to another category, AND some sub-categories, of alien chick for our list.

Twi'lek belong to the category "basically humans", in which they fall into two of the sub-categories, the tentacleheads, where the alien makes up for a lack of hairdo with a number of tentacles growing out of their head, and the monochromatics, the kind of alien that's in most respects human except subjected to a palette-swap.

I figure I can introduce the categories piece by piece with each entry, and then when explored once, can be added to with later entries. With obvious future entries for tentacleheads being the Togruta (also Star Wars), and Asari (Mass Effect). And let me also take this time to note that suggestions are very welcome, I am but one person, and I am sure there are tons of aliens I don't know of that are just ripe for lewdin' across all media.

SoCarter out.

Succubi are p*rny enough by themselves

...Taking her cues from the extremely busty redhead, the slightly less busty blonde follows her lead to press both pairs of plump, squishy mammaries up against the prince's magnificent member, one fat pair on either side of his arm-thick sex-pole, they squish together around his girth. Both the prince's and knight Sophia's minds are going haywire, the busty knight never thought she'd be teaching someone else on the finer points how to properly service a man, nor has she ever had a stranger's tongue all the way up her... lower mouth. And now she was doing both, in an alley, the only protection from onlookers afforded to them a couple of loosely stacked barrels and crates.

Yet she realized with shock she loved every second of it.

The prince meanwhile, though he had merely less than an hour earlier finished emptying himself till he was sore in an experienced whore, was extra aroused again, his member already leaking hot pre, eager for hot threesome action.

This definitely wasn't normal, but not one of the three questioned it in the moment as the redhead and the blonde began working their chests up and down his length. Though he was trembling and ready, it looks like the action he received earlier that day did leave its toll, as he came a for him pitiful amount, only about 7 thick ropes of seed splashed across his two partner's heaving chests. Liberally coating them of course, but a far cry from what both he and Sophia knew he was capable off. Bernadette of course had never seen one human produce that much in one go anyway, and with shock and awe witnessed Sophia take the prince's tool half-way down her throat with barely a cough or gargle. 

Intent on showing off what the prince was truly capable off, Sophia, on her own accord for the first time, gave it her all. And with good result, still sensitive from the last climax, the prince was soon buckling his knees and moaning incoherent babbles as moments later he was emptying a truly potent load down her gullet. Sophia pulled him out of her throat, aimed him at the blonde, and while Bernadette sputtered and gasped on the river of seed, covered the curvy young woman in his spunk...

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To continue the talk of Demons, let's discuss some of their true nature, as said before, they originate from the same realm the magic that flows across the lands comes from, and need it to project an image of themselves into realspace.

That is because they are entirely alien to us, not just to the planet, or universe, but 'existence' itself.

Demons you see, don't really exist. Not in the way you or I understand what "existing" means anyway. Their true nature is lost of course to the denizens of fantasy p*rn land, but we, outside of it can get a glimpse of what that means.

Both they, and magic, are born of the same stuff. Much like how you, I, an apple, light, or gravity itself are 'material', they are 'immaterial', ethereal if you will. Out of this world. Time and space has no meaning to the denizens of the immaterial world, as these are concepts born from a material universe. it is difficult to explain for anyone, even the grandest supercomputer in the world couldn't put it to words, because language itself is far too limited a medium to fully explain or express how the opposite of being is somehow a thing and can interact with us.

That is why, as magic bleeds through into our reality, it tends to "break the rules" so to speak.

But magic needs a medium to bleed into reality. This medium is matter and energy, wherever there is a concentration of matter and/or energy, what we call magic is leaking through from the immaterial world.

And Demons, beings from that realm too, need it to show themselves or affect our world. As they are made of neither matter nor energy, but pure magic, they cannot generate that magic they need to sustain themselves in our reality. Demons thusly, need willing participants on our end to summon them into reality through magic that we can summon, and then need to drain it from us to stay here.

The Succubus is a master of this practice.

Hey all,

If you were fearing the fantasy stuff was over, as you can see, don't worry, that's still going too. I'm simply doing both.

The alien stuff just grants me a larger stack of curvy slut sketches to draw from.

SoCarter out.

When more than two hands are required

Hey all,

So yeah looks like it ended up being today, decided to use that extra time to relax and procrastinate a bit more than necessary but it's here right?

But here it is, my latest commission piece, took of course longer than normal because I've decided to take things a bit slower, but I was also working on something else that's LONG overdue together with it so maybe it could've been done last week if i hadn't done that but it is what it is.

You could see this as a continuation of an earlier commission I made, in fact it's one of the paintings in the background you, the one with the looming penis, the other two photos/paintings are not previous commissions however, so there's no point in searching.

I also decided since there's a big ol' tv in the room, to put in another little easter egg with a version that has a slightly edited version of another piece of mine playing as a home-made p*rn they shot themselves at an earlier point and where playing to set the mood.

SoCarter out.

ps: Yes p*rn needs to be written like that or the post gets flagged by patreon or whatever I don't really know the consequences so maybe if I write it the normal way they'll be like "yeah no it's fine you're literally drawing it already and we allow that so we cool" but I'm not taking chances.

A fairly p*rny lineup of aliens

Hey all,

With 10 fantasy character profiles out I think now's as good a time as any to introduce another, similarly styled series of quick sketches I can put out. Because eventually, I will run out of fantasy races/classes/varieties to draw. But there's a whole other world of exotic beauties to explore.

There are in fact, uncountable many worlds to explore while looking for curvy chicks.

Hence this new series.

Much like the fantasy ones these'll remain simple pen and paper sketches quickly touched up in photoshop and coloured, so I can put them out regularly.

UNLIKE the fantasy series I don't have any lore or story to go with them, but instead we'll have a look at the various alien lasses prevalent throughout pop-culture, from movies to games and beyond.

They will also all be buck-ass nude.

And what better way to start of this series than with the most quintessential of aliens of all: the humble grey.

Who hasn't heard of or seen the grey pop up in media? With their flying saucers, large black emotionless eyes, freaky thin limbs, and a penchant for exploring our butts and bums practically everyone knows of the grey. In fact ask the right people and they'll insist they've encountered one, know someone who has, or that the USA has a couple on cold-storage for study in area 51.

They've also been lewded applenty, their ehm.. peculiar fixation on a certain body cavity makes for an easy transfer into the lewd and sexual. And I of course couldn't resist giving my rendition a pair of stonkin' huge wobbly hangers.

SoCarter out and with luck I'll have a proper big upload done today, if not, it's coming tomorrow.

Very p*rny devilish dealings

There are many  names for the accursed offspring of demons, some confusing them with  actual demons and devils, others believing they are a punishment for  unfaithful partners, and other still think they are born from pacts with  the devil, and over the span of history there have been many arguments  on what they truly are and should be called, but to most people nowadays  they are simply known as 'cursed children'.

To expand on that we have to delve into the nature of demons, daemons, devils, and similar.

Demons  and the like are not off this world, literally, they are more than  alien. They can be independent agents, servants of a greater being, or  an aspect of them. There is much so much to say about them I will leave  it for a later time, so for now all that is necessary to know that they  come from the same realm magic is born from. They in fact need magic to  project an image of themselves into the material world, and then again  more magic to sustain themselves there.

A cursed child is the  offspring off one. They cannot breed with any of the mortal races, but  they can influence, infect, and 'corrupt' genetic material of them.  Resulting in... cursed children.

Inexperienced demons  oft go too far in this attempt, resulting on monstrosities and  abominations, stillbirths or worse, but if they hone their 'craft'  enough a stable demon child can be birthed. The race of the parents do  not matter, cursed children always come out the same, a red to purplish  complexion, horns, a tail, and uhm... 'enhanced' assets.

Unlike  their purely demonic "parents" a cursed child, is in the end a physical  being, and do not need to feed off magic to sustain their existence. And  if surviving a childhood of rejection, prejudice, and violence they can  grow up to become powerful mages and warlocks.

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...At  the local butchery Knight Sophia and the prince are met with a  sour-faced, balding, gruff old man that immediately attempts to rip the  pair off.

"Father! Could you please stop trying to rip strangers  off for once? You've already turned the whole town against us with your  antics!"

A young blonde appears from a side door, her hands on her  hips she looks sternly at her father, who proceeds to ignore her and  instead raise the price right on front of them. He's the only butcher in  town, and he knows it, if the pair want meat, they must go through him  and his exorbitant prices, or hunt something themselves. About to leave,  the old man stops them, and lowers the price back down to the original,  more reasonable but still expensive amount.

Begrudgingly Sophia  and the prince pay, taking with them far less than they would've liked  as Sophia herself mentally prepares for a good week of wasting time  hunting wild game while on the road. But upon leaving the butcher's  shop, find the young blonde again waiting for them outside after she  stomped off when she got annoyed with her father.

As it  turns out, her and the local populace have struck up a deal of sorts,  they put up with her father's ridiculous prices, and she, well, "helps  them out", if you catch her drift.

Initially confused, the pair  quickly "catch her drift" indeed as she leads them into an alley behind  the butchery and begins to strip, two large pale tits, nearly as large  as Knight's Sophia's, bouncing out of her outfit.

What she in turn  was not prepared for was the prince eagerly whipping out the largest  member she'd ever seen. Despite just earlier having the time of his  life, a prime young lady like herself presenting her body to him quickly  got him back in action. And though initially reserved, pride still  holding her back, Knight Sophia gives in as well, undoing the clasps of  her armour.

The blonde, introducing herself as Bernadette, quickly  gets to work, she tries to give both her 'customers' even attention,  but the prince's enormity presents her with difficulties. So after a  round of pleasuring the red-headed knight with her mouth and fingers,  both busty beauties turn to the prince, Sophia taking the lead... 

Hey all,

Getting a bit late here but I decided to procrastinate today so it's whatever I guess.

Also the lore and story bits are getting increasingly long to type up, I started typing like 40 minutes ago. :p

SoCarter out.

The p*rny tale continues

...Old Mariah doesn't mince words, she quickly makes it very clear she's willing to barter for other, more... "unorthodox" forms of payment. And after a bit of careful negotiating, A deal is struck.

For a day to remember forever, the mature, greying stable keeper leads our prince to a room in the back, and quickly strips. He'd become used to Sophia's huge, heavy pair of hangers, but these were on another level. Huge and round like enormous pumpkin gourds Mariah's breast hung down below her navel, pleasantly swaying and jiggling with every subtle movements as with her age, her breasts had only grown softer and more plump. And so the prince once again found himself painfully hard.

Due to his privileged upbringing he wasn't a virgin, and even if he was the dark wizard's experimentations had made sure that no longer was the case anyway, but the prince still felt a pang of guilt as he whipped out his two-feet-long horse-like member while Sophia remained waiting outside. His guilt soon disappeared though as mature Mariah knelt before him and wrapped his imposing length up between the soft, cushiony valley of her enormous chest, and he began thrusting.

She could hear them from outside the room, soft, muted groans and moans at first, followed by a surprised yelp as the prince first showed off the size of his emissions to Mariah. But as the pair progressed behind closed doors they turned to loud grunts and pleasured squeals, accompanied by the wet slaps and smacks of flesh clapping against flesh. Knight Sophia felt her nethers heat up again, and with a blush sank down against the wall, shifting some armour plates aside to reach her tender sex.

Inside the prince was in heaven, after the first boob job followed by missionary he now found the mature slut bouncing on top of him, her great big tits wobbling and dancing around in front of his face as she rode his incredible length. Somehow, it had all fit inside her, and as she moved an obscene bulge pumped up and down her belly. Hands on her hips, pawing at her plush backside, fingers digging into the plump flesh of the older woman, he guided her along on top of him. Soon enough releasing another enormous load straight into her womb, belly bulging with the amount as she shook and spasmed on top of him with her own climax.

Sophia was working her fingers into a frenzy outside the room, gasping and mewling under her breath as she got herself off to the sordid noises coming from inside. Seemingly only growing louder as time went on. When the walls began shaking and thumping, the door rattling in its frame while she could hear Mariah scream deliriously for more she almost feared they'd be able to hear her moaning outside as she arched her back and resisted to urge to shove her entire hand inside of her sopping wet hole, any thoughts of shame long forgotten.

They went at it for hours, the prince seemingly tireless even as Mariah's stamina began to lag behind. She would have begged him to stop, but tired from effort and mind swimming with hence unknown heights of pleasure she could only drawl out half sentences and mewl while the hung prince used her body to pleasure himself while pumping litters of rich sperm in and over her.

When he was finally done they had secured their horse, and Mariah let the blushing pair go, rewarded indeed with a day of sex and pleasure she'd never forget. And as she'd find out a couple months later, quadruplets. two boys, two girls. Both pairs blessed like their parents.

Now the only place left to visit was the butcher...

Hey all,

Since we're still in the small town I figured I'd keep the longer story bits up and leave the lore for now, especially since things are extra smutty at the moment.

Now that the first week of this is over, I'm thinking I could do 3 of these a week. That would keep the steady stream of content up no?

SoCarter out.

Massive facial

Hey all,

Were you afraid I would stop doing these?

That's right, it's another random quick request, and it was actually quick again. I did have to physically stop myself from wanting to spend more time on it, but simple shading and an empty room background is enough for these things methinks, no need to get fancy.

This girl is from a Netflix show called 'Hilda', never seen it and I don't think this character has a name, on google all I find are references to 'Hilda goth librarian girl' or something along those lines so I guess that's her.

And someone's nutting super fucking hard in her face, naughty naughty.

SoCarter out.

A lot of p*rny story

...Though they reached town, it took them an entire day and then some to get there. For the moment, the pair decided to get some proper rest on real beds in the local inn. Clearing the woods that has been marked by the prince's seed time and time again on their journey, they arrive on a more open, well travelled road. The wide, slightly muddy path leads through the town, connecting two larger cities together and various trails leading to it, oft used by local farmers, the landscape changing from woods, to bushes and shrubs, to windswept fields, and well-kept pastures until finally the outermost houses of the small settlement were reached.

It's well dark when the pair reach the inn. And though they have the money for separate rooms, all but one are taken already, by a local farmer travelling through on his way to deliver produce to the bigger cities and his family.

The pair look nervously at each other, after last night they've shared a lot of skinship together, with excessively messy results. But that was in the wilds, no clean-up required. Could they chance it here?

It's knight Sophia who eventually makes the decision for them, and she wants a bed.

It was inevitable that the prince would need her help, both of them expected it.

"Don't worry about the mess my prince, just use me to sate your lust, I'll handle the rest"

She told him, disrobing again as she climbed on top of the bed. The prince quickly following, already hard as a rock. She wrapped her massive breasts around his shaft and allowed him access to her mouth again. The bed shook as he thrusted as hard as he dared, the pair freezing whenever he grew too excited and the bed thumped up against the wall.

Sophia felt her loins heat up again, her most precious place dampening as the hung prince used her body. Despite climaxing throughout the day, it didn't take long for the prince to reach another, Sophia reached down between her legs as the prince shook, grunted, and spasmed on top of her. She drank it all, every last thick drop he produced, her cheeks bulged with the torrent, and she could feel it trickle out her nose and the corners of her mouth while she struggled to keep up. But those dribbles landed on her scarlet hair. And nothing was spilled on the bed as her fingers feverishly dipped in and out of her tender, wet folds.

The prince could not believe his eyes, as his saviour knight drank all of his seed they nearly bulged out of their sockets while he stared transfixed at the blushing redhead staring up at him with those green eyes of hers. Swallowing and swallowing, unbeknown to him getting her own rocks off just behind him as he sat on her abdomen.

The next day came, this time with no prince humping her backside to wake her. He was adamant on not bothering his knight too often today.

They went on their day, making the various purchases required, until it became time to buy what they set out to get from the town; a horse for the prince to ride, so they could be separated and he would not be constantly stimulated.

When they stepped inside of the building, they for a split second believed a pair of breasts came to greet them, but blinking, it became quickly evident there was an actual person attached to the heaving mammaries. The older woman had black hair, and only just started greying, the only real giveaway of her age, because the entire rest of her was as enticing and alluring as any girl or woman in their prime.

This did far from help the prince's predicament.

As it turned out, it had been a bad year for the stable keeper, barely any foals, and all she did have had already been sold prior in the year. All that were left where her prized breeding mares and stallions, and she wasn't keen on parting with them, even for ludicrous amounts of money. She could easily make 10 times their worth in later years by selling their offspring.

Did I ever mentioned that the prince was unnaturally, monstrously, hung?

He was quickly sporting a massive tent. One hard to overlook.

And the stable lady, of course, did notice. But far from disgusted, shy, or intimidated, the mature lady seemed curious, intrigued even...

Hey all,

Yeah so no lore for this one, we've already been over this town in a prior post, so just enjoy this extra long story bit ;)

SoCarter out.

A very p*rny dwarf girl

So we've gone over some basic Orc and Elf lore these past couple days, with the odd human thrown in, but what about that third staple race of fantasy setting?

Dwarves are much how you would imagine, stout, stocky, broad, they like brewing beers and ales and getting drunk, they're one of the older races, they live in mountains, they are very industrious, not very attuned to magic, and they like mining and smithing.

So why haven't they drawn foul with the supremacist Elves and persecuted like the Orcs had?

Well as I alluded to in an earlier post, the Orcs were far from innocent in the conflicts and wars between the two races. And though Elves certainly feel some disdain for the Dwarves' industrious, technology loving nature, Dwarves never went out of their way to antagonize the Elves either. Much of their dealings with the other races, when they choose to actually deal with them that is, is with humans, their closest cousins. Humans and Dwarves are in fact so closely related to each other they can actually produce viable offspring together. As opposed to Elf and Human couplings, which always result in infertile offspring, even before the Elves birthrates started dropping.

But it was an alliance drawn between Elves and Dwarves that ended being the death knell for the Orcs as a civilized society. While Elves reserve most of their hatred for the Orcs, Dwarves have a particular dislike for the smaller Goblins, who are aside from among Orc tribes, often found within mountains.

And Dwarves are rather reclusive. They don't like to share. They are also very disciplined and take honour VERY seriously. Help a Dwarf in need out and you will have a companion and friend sooner willing to die for you than not repay the debt they owe.

Orcs and Goblins, particularly Goblins, have a rather more cavalier attitude towards such things.

It was rather easy for the Elves, who similarly hold honour and debt in high regard, to convince the dwarves to join their cause.

After the great war was won though the alliance wouldn't last, aside from their shared dislike of the orcs and Goblins for their own different reasons, Elves and Dwarves really don't get along. And the Dwarves wanted nothing to do with the campaign of persecution and slaughter that followed their victory over the green menace.

And so the Dwarves retreated back into their mountain holds.

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...Thankfully their plan worked, Both the prince and Sophia got a good night's rest. And with a yawn the beautiful young knight awoke to the singing and chirping of birds.

That, and something massive poking her back, no, sliding up and down her back and between the soft, cosy buns of her formidable behind.

The prince profusely apologized as he made use of Sophia's backside to calm his aching morning wood. Sophia only mildly complained, and mostly to keep up a front for the prince. She wasn't just yet ready to admit to herself she desired more, let alone to the prince. Scrambling to push the bedding out of the way for his impending release, Sophia reached behind her, and while rolling her hips along with the prince's thrusting, jerked him off until he burst all over her back.

His desires sated for now, they went ahead to pack everything and saddle up to head to the nearby town downstream. Plans had to be changed somewhat, considering the frequency of the prince's needs, they wouldn't get anywhere if they continued on like this. he needed his own horse, to minimize contact between the two. Otherwise they wouldn't get anywhere.

As would prove clearly evident by the journey to the small town. Only by pushing her mighty steed to its limits were they able to clear the distance in a day, time and time again having to get off in order to... help the prince get off. By the end of the day, Sophia had transitioned to allowing the monstrously hung prince the use of her mouth, his member stretching her jaw open wider than either thought possible as he pumped his hips against her pretty face, those piercing bright green eyes looking up at him as she sucked and suckled, her face contorted in ways he'd never seen, only for him...

Hey all,

So here it is, as promised, the double feature... or well the first part, the second will be following shortly.

SoCarter out, for now.

Every flavour of p*rny Elf

...Once dropped, Sophia's big, weighty udders sagged to their natural position, each pale, freckled globe easily larger than her head, the pair pleasantly jiggled as they settled into place.

"w-what are you doi-"

The young prince began, his member throbbing at the sight of her naked figure, hips and thighs to rival those hefty mounds as she carefully shushed him. in the flickering light now it was clearly evident she too was nervous. Sinking to her knees, she looked up to her prince, and told him he could use her to calm down his aching nethers. The enormous fifth limb looked almost painfully hard now, the head bobbing up and down in front of her as it twitched in anticipation.

And it was, his member felt almost sore as he pointed his two-feet-long tool at her chest, and began pumping his hands along its incredible length.

Though this was for him, Sophia could not help but feel her nethers heat up as well, getting ready for the coupling they both wanted. The theory was that, if they somehow got it out of his system, he would be allowed rest for at least a while, and that maybe, more direct methods of stimulation would sate the supernatural-brought desires.

This theory proved quickly correct, as the prince with a grunt let loose, the first enormous rope of pearly white fluid rocketing out of his shaft with such force it shot over her head to splatter and drape itself over the leaves and branches in the woods behind the pair. He quickly lowered his tool, and began dousing the beauty in more of his "stuff" than even a stallion could produce in several sittings. Soon her pale chest shone even whiter with his fluids, dripping off her in long strands as his knees buckled from the intensity of his climax, far greater than it had been on his own, and she hadn't even touched him yet. Eventually he was evidently spent, though his tool remained just as rigid.

So they went again, this time Sophia shuffling close to press her sticky bust up against his pole, the thick white muck making everything nice and slippery as the prince, lost on pleasure, quickly got to work thrusting, his member so long it raised above her head. Soon he reached another, just as great a climax, this time her face receiving the brunt of his splooge, the excess shooting far up into the canopy to land on and behind her again.

So the night went, until the prince's overzealous member and balls were aching and sore for entirely different reasons, though with a slight pang of regret realized they hadn't even gotten to trying to insert himself inside of her... anywhere really.

But he had finally calmed, Sophia almost entirely covered head to toe in his magically enriched essence. So after washing up, and a serious blow dealt to the pair's sense of shame, they went to their tent and, finally, got some rest...

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There are many kind of Elves of course, in fact, even in their fading number, the high Elves form a minority among Elves. Rather inclined to living among nature, many elf societies and nations are called Wood Elf Kingdoms. Though there is far too much variety among them to see them as a unified whole.

Though there are trends. Wood elves are famed for their light cavalry and even lighter armour. Traditionalist in spirit, they even hold back on their use of magic, though their divided and varied nature did far from save them from the fate all Elves suffered.

In fact, it compounded the issue, though the most numerous, The wood Elves numbers are dwindling far quicker than any other Elf. And due to their intrinsic links with nature, this has given rise to the idea the magic is fading from the world, as logic and science is winning the great battle. And this in turn, is flaring up tensions, Elven nations conspiring and wanting to strike back against the evils of technology. Blind to the fact that magic can and will cause just as much harm as "mundane" methods and that they too will readily make use of forges and woodworking to construct machines of war.

Though for the moments, these radicals remain fringe factions, mostly held back by those lines of thinking bringing them dangerously close to their "evil" brethren, the Dark Elves. And Elves are reluctant to be seen together with them, the evils of the Dark Elves extend far beyond persecuting the different, "lesser" races.

Bringing it back to the wood elves, they are in contrast to the high Elves famed beauty bordering on the ethereal and celestial, most known for their exotic builds and darker complexions, some nations taking the body modifications further than any before even, to the point of creating turning themselves into animal-men. And it's these groups especially of course, that are in dire straits.

hey all,

So I finally have something to say again. As you may have noticed, I missed yesterday's upload.

Don't worry nothing's going on, I just had an occasion to celebrate with the fam and was preoccupied, I was hoping to find a brief chance to slip an upload in regardless, but it was not to be.

How about I make it up to you tomorrow with a double-feature? ;)

SoCarter out.

Fantasy p*rn land Elves are tragically not made for breeding

The tale of the Elves and their kingdoms and empires is a long and convoluted one. One rife with terror, superstition, and bloodshed.

Certainly too long for these little lore blurbs here, so here's an abridged version.

Elves are a very proud and noble people, oft bordering on vain and haughty. They particularly have a rather damning history of looking down on "lesser" races and even enslaving and/or slaughtering them. But most of that is in the past now, and the elves responsible for the worst of it are long gone, or retreated to the subterranean dark Elf empires. Though the pride remains.

You see, Elves are a magically gifted people, as mentioned before. They naturally believed they were the chosen people of the gods, who gifted them these abilities to rule over others. And to make sure those others got the point, Elves used their magical prowess to achieve unnatural beauty. And yes dear readers, this did at times descent into unrestrained debauchery.

What the proud Elves didn't know, was that they were actually editing their DNA using magic, because they didn't know DNA is even a thing, because of a very long standing tradition of denying that pesky Orc "science" (blech! yuck!).

And well, not all their spells were the same, or worked the same, or tackled the same parts of their DNA. Basically, the elves were slowly, generation on generation, turning themselves less and less genetically compatible with each other.

To this day they do not know truly why their birthrates are ever declining, but to their credit, no one does. The Orcs at the height of their power hadn't discovered DNA yet either, so no-one knows what tragic fate has befallen the Elves.

Most think it is punishment by the gods laid upon them for their past crimes.

But the result of it is coupling with Elves rarely result in pregnancy. They are not for breeding... or maybe conversely you just need to do a whole fucking lot of it in hopes of at least one set of balls managing to knock a womb up, any womb.

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Now in their shared tents, laying in the bedding, Both the knight and the prince try to keep their distance to each other as best they can, but it's quite cramped so there's not much to be done.

Eventually though Knight Sophia manages to slowly begin dozing off. Until she feels something poking her back. Something huge.

It's now or never, she needs to comment on it, it'd be weird if she didn't.

And so, thankful that the tent is too dark to make details or colours out, Sophia turns around with a beet red face to address the prince's "issue". He tries to deny it at first, but from up close, she can clearly see his member must be close to 2 feet in length, even in the dark. It is impossible to hide, and he has to relent. Admitting to what he'd been doing.

At this rate, he'll not get any sleep, and they do need him to get rested up, travelling is rather demanding of one after all. And considering the frequency of the "brakes" he has had to take throughout the day...

With her stomach fluttering and her face flushing red so fiercely she's afraid it's glowing in the dark, Sophia makes her decision, leading the prince back outside the tent because she doesn't want to sleep in messy, sticky bedding. She stokes the fire they cooked their meal on up again, and in the orange light of the flickering flames, busty young knight Sophia drops her robes for her prince...

Hey all,

Is there even a point to writing this part at this point? :p

SoCarter out.

In fantasy p*rn land they sure grow 'em big

...With a red face knight Sophia returns to camp, trying to put what she saw out of her mind as she busies herself setting up and getting a meal going for the two of them. No longer needing her armour, she dresses down to her tunic and pants, keeping her bodice on to help support her huge weighty breasts, and looks over to their one lone tent.

Realization starts to set in that they will have to share it. Her, the prince, and his... you know.

She had been teasing the prince about having a small bladder for having to take such frequent "pee" brakes, but now as he returned again the young busty redhead merely welcomed him and focused down on her task, averting her eyes. The prince meanwhile is having trouble keeping his eyes off his saviour, her armour didn't leave much to the imagination to begin with, and now she's wearing even less. As they eat, rest up, and clean themselves and their gear, he finds himself having to dart back quite frequently to the river to "unload"

'At least he has the decency and strength of will to keep his magical sex problems private...'

Sophia thought to herself, a nagging voice in the back of her head telling her that she IS curious what it'd be like to be with something... that huge... much to her own shame.

And with the setting sun the pair head off to the tent, both nervous about sleeping with the other for the same reason, and both unwilling to tell them about it...

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The river flowing past the keep the pair is camping at, the one saturated with lusty magics, flows further inland, joined by several more streams coming from the mountains in the far distance, the magical concoction contaminating it getting diluted further and further with distance, but never truly disappearing.

The nearest village, about a day's ride away from the keep on horseback, has been subjected to much of the same magics as the nearby orc tribes, though being a day away from ground zero to a lesser extend.

Still noticeable however, clearly evident by the young daughters of the people there developing at alarming rates, while the older villagers suddenly and without explanation (to their knowledge), enjoy very, very late growth spurts.

This prime young lass for example has barely come of age, yet has already been sporting two hefty milktanks for years now. One of the town most coveted beauties, she's had to turn down many suitors. The eager young men of the small settlements, bolstered by the very same magics, vying for her hand in marriage. But as far as her father is concerned, it'd take a prince before he lets anyone put their hands on HIS daughter.

Oh well, he's just glad the Orcs and Goblins aren't raiding nearly as often as they used to.

Hey all,

Here we are again, another day another upload, I must say, these sure are a lot of fun, for me at least ;)

SoCarter out.

A very p*rny Goblin

Not to be outdone by the larger Orcs, the diminutive Goblins in the area have also benefited greatly from the magical fallout the reckless old coot had been creating for years. By default Goblins are more feminine and dainty than the Orcs, but all juiced up their women have all but turned into little sex machines, plump, curvy, and soft.

There's a lot of misconceptions concerning Orcs and Goblins, the terms being nigh on interchangeable in certain areas, dialects, and languages. But the truth of it is that Goblins are in fact more closely related to the fairer skinned gnomes, while Orcs meanwhile are close cousins of the Elves (much to the Elves chagrin)  themselves. The reason they are often confused for another, or seen as a single race by some even, is that they quite simply tend to form communities together, and have similar lifestyles and sensibilities.

The green skin they share, is merely a coincidence.

Speaking of Elves and their famed disdain for Orcs and Goblins, Orcs especially. The two races share a long and storied history together, most of it being far from friendly.

Both Orcs and Elves were among the first among the Hominids to form civilisations. The Elves, being very attuned to the magical currents flowing over the lands, tend to be fairly religious. While it was the ancient orcs who went the way of science.

To the Elves, this was borderline sacrilegious. Tensions were high, and of course, eventually, turned to all out war.

A war the Elves won, and the Orc kingdoms were ruthlessly slaughtered and persecuted in the aftermath, though the Orcs were far from innocent themselves. The Orcs however, never truly recovered. Even after the Elves got off their high horse and stopped being such raging genocidal twats.

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...With her eyes growing wide in Astonishment, Sophia spied on the prince through some bushes as he 'did his business'.

His business, as it turned out, was whipping out an absolutely enormous member, and jacking it into the nearby river, before quickly shooting out thick wads and ropes of his essence to splash down into the calm water. The blasts so powerful some reached the other side of the stream.

Was this what he had been doing every time they had to take a break? And also, perhaps more importantly, was he producing that much every single time as well? That often?

And her face flushing red, knight Sophia quickly and quietly returned to camp, the image of the prince's magically enhanced manhood burned into her memories along with the moaning of her name as he pleasured himself, no doubt to her image...

Hey all,

Well look at that I managed to do it again, as was the case yesterday there's not much else to say, so I'll just leave you all with this big tiddy Goblin sloot.

SoCarter out

Even in Fantasy p*rn land there is pollution

...The prince, luckily, was in good shape. Locked away in a high spire of the keep of the perverted old wizard. And it appears as though the experimentations he endured didn't harm him too much.

In fact, it was hard for knight Sophia to tell if anything had happened to him at all.

They made their way down again, Sophia leading, unwittingly enticing the prince with her curvy body. Her huge jiggling buttocks swaying and wobbling in front of the sex-starved man.

But trying to reel his desires in into the wilds they go, back to camp.

Until he needs a break to 'relieve' himself.

"Couldn't you have done that back at the wizard's keep, my prince?"

She asked as the young prince hurried off to do his business. Buckling up again, he quickly returned, and off they went again.

And then he needed another break.

And another.

Sophia is no fool, she knows what effects her body has on men, and she knows of the dark demented magics the wizard was dabbling with. But the prince was insisting nothing was wrong. So she had to improvise to find out what was up.

When they reached the camp she had set up by the nearby river, and he went for another 'pee break', she snuck after him to see what he was up to...

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The lands surrounding the wizard's keep, thanks to his experimentations, have been saturated with the run-off of his magical rituals for years. Failed potions were dumped, subjects that did not survive the experiments buried, and the raw magic emanating into the air mix together, a rich concoction of lust and desire saturating the soil, bleeding into the river.

The ehm... "cruel and tragic" result of this pollution was, as the lone wizard experimented in his ancient keep, that the people living off the surrounding lands had become enriched themselves with his rituals. Though not as drastic as direct exposure, years of living off veggies grown in sex-dirt watered with sex-water does have its effects, as the male orcs of a nearby tribe found out to their delight. The orc women grew curvier, their breasts bigger, their features more feminine. Hell, they wouldn't even have to turn to raiding nearby villages to get a chance at desirable female partners at this rate! Not to mention their own manhood swelled, their emissions doubled, tripled, quadrupled. And they could go on and on fucking their green-skinned brides for hours and hours... To the locals, this had been a very good deal indeed.

Hey all,

Look! I made it. Yay me.

Though I had most of my say yesterday already so I guess this is all I have to say about it today, take this lore snippet and enjoy.

SoCarter out.

A very p*rny fantasy setting

A young knight of House Carter strode through the old dark wizard's keep, her recently slain enemies scattered behind her, and swung her greatsword down to let the momentum sling some of the blood coating it off, it splattering on the walls and floor. She'd have to wipe the rest off by hand once she had secured her quarry and gotten back to the relative safety of the nearby camp once this was all over. For now, this would have to do.

Sighing, her enormous pale breasts jiggled about within the slightly-too-constricting confines of her breastplate, her armour propping them up and making it look as though the heavy pair defied gravity itself. Sophia you see, was a female knight. Not too common a sight, for, the 'job' did not lend itself well to women, but she had not let it deter her.

Even when most people suggested female 'knights' were far better suited to wielding a different kind of "sword", and to best serve their lords was to be on their knees seated between their legs.

They all came with a ready made "sheath" for those after all.

But Sophia strode on, her great big tits wobbling and her large round booty jiggling pleasantly with her confident step as the memories of the men who had dared challenge her on her skill with a real blade and had quickly learned not to challenge her again were but a distant whisper now. As the old wizard had found out not but a few seconds ago himself, the remnants of his final incantation before her blow struck and clove him in twain still searing the wall behind her.

This fellow a particularly nasty one, he had used his acquired ancient and arcane knowledge to experiment with the male physique, particularly the... genital region. For he wanted an army, and a bunch of hyper-virile slaves to breed him one sounded excellent in his demented ears. The difficult part was getting it all to work. And that required test subjects. And he had taken many, many test subjects.

But the prince of a neighbouring kingdom was a test subject too many, reasoned its king. And wanting his darn son back, young knight Sophia was sent to rescue the lad, or what was left of him...

Hey all,

So as can be seen this is not one of the big drawings I was hoping to churn out at least once a week. That one will take a little longer still. I'm still taking things slow. And thankfully the reason for the delay this time isn't some drastic happening on my end, or me biting off more than I can chew and then feeling like a piece of shit for not living up to my own expectations. Nope, just good ol' lazyness.

I said I would be taking it slow for now.

No, this upload today was one of those ideas I teased before. Something quick and easy I can keep churning out on the reg. Simple sketches, no nonsense, and I will take my time for the big pieces.

So, starting that, let me introduce you to the sexy librarian looking girl's medieval counterpart; Knight Sophia. As with the modern day version, she's pale, freckled, a redhead, and every bit as thick, curvy, and busty. Some of you may have guessed so already, but I am a huge nerd, and as a huge nerd I have over the years on-again-off-again been working on my very own fantasy setting. I am no writer, and I doubt anything will come of it, but it's just fun to worldbuild.

And also as a huge fucking pervert I decided I could take said fantasy setting, and make it porny. So that's what this is. I have a literal stack of (female, I know my audience ;p) sketches ready to be scanned in and quickly coloured. Hopefully I'll have the next one ready tomorrow, and for the first week of this new era of SoCarter content I can upload a new one every single day, each new sketch accompanied by a little lore blurb sketching you a loose picture of this very, very porny fantasy setting. And maybe somewhat of a story.

And that's not the end of it, as these sketches will increase in number I had a thought, something that will make this patreon thing a little more than a tip jar. When I feel I have enough of them uploaded, I may occasionally launch a poll for my patrons to vote on.

What you will be voting for will remain to be seen... I'll have to figure out how polls work anyway first.

SoCarter out.

Blueberry tentacle pie... with penises.

Hey all,

So what about them stories I had to tell ehm? Well how about we hold those off for a little while longer and actually start off talking about the drawing. The one that's a FULL MONTH late by my likely not at all accurate guess.

It was of course, as was plainly obvious from the preview earlier this week, 6 of those sexy blue tentacleheads Asari from Mass Effect. A series I've never played but I heard it's good, except for the ending of the third one and though that was technically the end of the trilogy a fourth was made but everyone likes to pretend that one never happened.

But hey regardless of anything the Asari are hot. As I am to understand they are a mono-gendered race that just lean to feminine, and only look the way they do because of some passive psychic racial ability they have that makes every race perceive them differently and more akin to their own species. Begs the question what they truly look like.

Well anyhow these are tied up, lined up, on their knees, in a grimy chamber, I wonder what's going to happen to them...

Well no I don't really, they're probably going to get fucked six ways till Sunday, and fuck each other too by the looks of those big juicy sausages jutting out from between their legs.

Well that is if you pick the right version, because as one can see I included a cock-less version for the hell of it.

Oh also from left to right these are of course, if you didn't recognize them already, Sha'ira, Benezia, Tevos, Aethyta, Samara, and Aria. For their... dimensions I basically took what they canon looked like, and just, put on several more cup sizes on each of them to make things more fun, on some more than others, wherever felt appropriate.

Now how about those stories then?

Well, let's say that before the unfortunate timing of my backup pc going poof, I had plans. Plans to shake things up. I was quickly realizing deadlines were crawling close fast, and I wouldn't be able to keep up my schedule, try as I might with as much corner cutting as I could manage, and inevitably dissapoint my followers again.

I do so hate dissapointing people.

But I'm in a bit of a curious situation here. TECHNICALLY I don't owe any of my followers anything (well aside from paid commissions), this is just a hobby after all. And as with all my hobbies, they are for myself. I can just do what I want when I want it.

But I've never had a hobby with an audience, and even though TECHNICALLY I don't owe anyone, it doesn't feel that way. I want to keep you guys happy too.

So here, for those that bother to read my ever growing walls of text, I am announcing some changes, for my own sanity. I am, at least for the foreseeable future, cutting down on the upload schedule. I simply can't keep it up without making drastic sacrifices to my increasingly limited free time. I hope I can at least keep it to one big drawing per week for now. But for the moment, there is no official schedule. I'm just going to draw at my own pace when I find the time for it, and If I notice myself settling into a new upload schedule, I suppose that'll be it then.

But I also have something new I've been working on, to be revealed hopefully soon. Specifically designed to be as quick and easy to finish and upload. So don't expect anything fancy, it's just an idea I had a couple weeks back that I thought was kinda neat.

SoCarter out.

I LIVE! and an update/preview

Yes people, you read that right, I'm finally back. And boy do I got stories to tell.

All in due time though, all in due time.

First off let's open with an apology, for me dissapearing again without warning.

I'm sorry.

See what happened was that my worst fear became reality, my backup pc died before my actual pc had been fixed. I did warn you guy about that maybe happening right? Because it did.

LUCKILY I still have all my files. And after a couple weeks of fretting and sitting on my ass waiting for other people who know far more about computers than me to solve my shit, I now have a SECOND backup pc to use temporarely. Phew.

But I'd be lying if I said that was the only reason. Truth is I had myself a little panic. Because I was almost immediatly, after a little bit over two weeks of steady uploads, falling behind again despite my best efforts. And what I usualy do when I panic is I shut up,  tuck tail, run and hide.

So far it's never helped solve any of my problems, but I can't seem to stop doing it.

So the drawings I was working on were delayed as I wrestled with my own ineptitude. After getting my shit together again was of course when disaster struck, and the backup pc died, elongating the pause.

I'll spare you all of the details of what happened in between, but suffice to say the sudden (forced) move, losing a ton of money, and the troubles with my pc and my own brain left me in a bit of a bad place. Truth be told I wasn't doing too swell.

But as I said, I'll spare you the details, and I don't want to turn this into a pity-party for myself.

And now the only thing left to do is give you guys and gals a little sneak peak of that big project that was supposed to drop weeks ago! That I wasn't able to work on for a good long while because of aforementioned pc issues.

I've got more plans for the future, but I'll share those once this thing is finished (finally)

SoCarter out and thanks for sticking with me despite me being a huge fukken loser ;p

Beelstarmon in a frilly pink babydoll

Hey a- wait hold on.

Is that- Beelstarmon? Wearing some frilly pink nightwear?

Hey all, so yeah we return this week with a familiar sight. Me, being a day late. I never learn do I?

Funny thing about tough-as-nails, gun-toting, bad-ass, action babes is that they get REALLY flustered and self conscious when you put them in cute little outfits.

I think its because they're suddenly in a vulnerable position they're not used to and somehow feel they aren't "deserving" of the cute outfit. Like, it looks bad on them, and would fit better on cuter girls. But don't you worry Beel, you look fantastic ;)

But that's just my theory, and what do I know right?

Well actually since she's here we can ask her about it! Hey Beel! How do y-

oh, she took it off.

Well I mean, it's not a downgrade...

Another funny thing, despite being a self-proclaimed digimon fan I haven't actually seen that much of the various shows. They just, forever exist on my backlog of shit I have to watch some day. So I don't know if Beelstarmon is ever seen without her helmet in the cannon, and if her third eye is part of the helmet or you know, she just got a third eye on her forehead.

So I just made something up.

Also a lot of digi-babes are blondes.

And just like Bastemon she has a different name as well and it's- *cough* I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's... Bellestarmon *collapses in a coughing fit*

But all silliness aside, I do come bearing some bad news. I've been commissioned a drawing, of substantial complicated-y-ness to such an extend I do think I'll need some extra time to work on it. So no request or commission this Sunday as I work on that for next week.

I will try to make up for it with an extra RQR(tm) this week.

Another thing, god this post is getting long, Patreon has notified me there'll be some changes to payment, and some states (I assume we're talking the U S of A) may charge some extra tax? We're talking like a few cents here so it's nothing crazy and I don't really understand it myself but Patreon advised me to let you guys know lest you find out about it the hard way.

I feel they could tell you themselves because this is on their end and not mine and I don't know what the fuck is up but whatever.

I advice you to look into it if you're worried because I don't know what the fuck any of this is, I'm just a very confused messenger.

SoCarter out.

Checking herself out

Hey all,

So it's another week, and another random quick request.

With the lifeguard again, from Lilo & Stitch. Been a while since I've drawn her. And this time I get to draw both her tits AND her ass. Outstanding.

So yesterday I said I'd talk a bit about the random quick requests. As you can see, I've only done one per week for now since the break. Initially coming out of the break I really wasn't sure what I wanted to do with them. Because one the one hand they had become a huge timesink, and with the higher standards of quality I started holding myself to with the big drawings this hobby that was meant for my spare time quickly started taking up most of my time. But on the other, I really do enjoy them. I enjoy the format, scrolling through threads of requests until I find an idea that immediately makes me go "ooh that could be neat". And I enjoy that I could churn them out relatively quickly.

Of course, I had to then confront the fact that they really stopped being quick, and it was getting worse.

Now after two weeks I'm still not entirely sure what I want. I've kept it to one per week for now so they don't entirely disappear.

What I do know however is I want to make up for the couple of missed ones before the break, so I'm all properly caught up. But so far I have not yet found the time to start doing that. Believe it or not, but four weeks into my new place I'm still not done unpacking.

I have a LOT of stuff.

SoCarter out.

Bastemon pronebone

Hey all,

So this is a tiny little bit late. It's past midnight over here so technically it is tomorrow... today... hmm.

It's the next day is what I mean. But it's only by 30 minutes or so and since I haven't gone to bed yet I will count this as a Wednesday upload regardless

And I do so of course so I can say that I at least made the two weeks of uploads on time (sans random quick requests, more on that when I upload the next one). Let's see if I can keep this train going and be on time for a third week.

Even though I technically am not.

Oh well.

So this is Bastemon, some may know her as "beastmon" (yuck! blech! no!), but I don't ascribe to such nonsense over here. We here at SoCarter incorporated (working title) refer to her be her REAL name: Bastemon. Sadly no alternatives for this one either so I had to make some hard choices clothes-wise. In the end I decided on all her bling and the sexy veil on her face and just left out the yellow poofy pants thing she's got going on to show off more of her ass and thighs.

Here she is getting a good prone-boning from some muscly dude because I cannot stop drawing big burly men.

This one makes way heavier use of the pen tool than any before, and honestly I'm quite pleased with the results. Agreed Y/N?

Fun fact: this is the first drawing since the involuntary break I didn't work on during said break, but was entirely done this very week. Fun huh?

SoCarter out.

Got room for desserts?

Hey all,

It's only a simple upload today, no alternative versions or long-winded stories about its creation for this one. A simple clean request that's just after months of waiting finally done. Business as usual.

You've seen the WiP before I left, and it was actually mostly done by the second week of my involuntary exile from the internet. But I wanted to upload the Lena celebration first because the longer I put that off the weirder the congrats would become so I had to put it off for just a bit longer.

So there, with a week more of delay, here's Slutterella's request:

A short haired redhead futa spraying whipped cream all over her big ol' ladydick.

If you service her well enough she might even treat you to some of her own home-made cream as well.

How enticing.

...If you're into sucking dick.

SoCarter out

Fairimon slurping away

Hey all,

Second upload after the hiatus, right on time. Damn it feels good to be on top of these things again.

Well, for now anyway. Frankenstein pc is still firmly in "might go boom" territory.

And no, that is NOT just another convenient excuse for me, as much as I'd like it to be.

But so long as it holds together we're all good.

Allll...

good.

So here's another digiwoman. And for this one I decided to try something new, something to drastically speed up the lining process. I have decided to try and learn the pen tool. I think on closer inspection you can quite easily make out which lines are pen tool and which are just my regular linework. Because I'm still gonna do both. I like drawing the classic way way too much to give up on that. Also tiny details and minute adjustments are just easier with a brush as well.

But the pen tool really does make everything go faster. Which is really good for those thin lines I wanna be working with. Way better than begrudgingly going back to the old thick lines because I can't meet deadlines.

It does run the risk of making things look static and artificial, like for other artists who heavily use the pen tool for their linework you can sometimes tell as the perfect even-nes makes it loose some of the implied motion. Implied motion because images don't move so there's no actual motion, we're not in harry potter world.

Well, gifs do exist...

Anyway, finally another girl with reasonably sized tits, it feels like it's been a while since I've drawn one of those.

It's another more popular digi-babe, but popular digi-babe is still better than no digi-babe so I think we're all winners here.

She still looks hot, no?

We also welcome TWO(2) (!) whole new patrons today. I know, two! Whole complete ones, they come with money and everything! Super convenient.

Thanks you guys, I really appreciate it and I hope you enjoy your stay. ;)

SoCarter out.

I LIVE, also more celebrations.

Hey so I'm finally back here, sure took a while but as I thought after a bit longer than 2 weeks I got my internet access back and I can once again upload!

Hey all,

yes, we're also back to my usual openings, phew. Almost got worried they weren't going to return there.

As would be expected I didn't get much time to draw during those two weeks as I was, you know, busy moving, mostly unpacking for these past two weeks because the actual physical moving over happened in a day. BUT I actually managed to get far more done than I was expecting. Though when my internet returned on Friday I didn't have anything done yet, so I decided to wait for Sunday to kick off this brand new era right on my usual upload times, nice and convenient.

Some things though.

As is usual with moving (I have some experience prior to this, though none that had to be done this quickly or were quite as hectic) things tend to break. Now I don't know just WHAT the hell happened with my pc, but it's deader than a fish on dry land. Just will not turn on. Had my computer-wiz brother have a look at it, he surmised it was either my motherboard or CPU. Both expensive to replace, and he couldn't tell which so I either need to go to a shop to have it properly diagnosed, then possibly fixed or replaced what is broken. Or I just get those two brand new. Either option again is fairly expensive.

Not to worry though I (read:he) jury-rigged some of the parts that were still working together to my old, shitty pc to create the Frankenstein I'm using now.

Thankfully it means I could still draw.

But it also means this thing can give out any moment, Already had several bluescreens because that's why I got a new pc in the first place and one power supply fried itself so you never know.

As annoying as that is to hear, that's the way it is. so should I drop off again. That's why. Until I get my current pc fixed that is.

SO! Onto the good news. And by good news I mean tits, ass, cocks, balls n' pussies.

It's a tad late, I don't think I need to explain why that is. But my good friends over at JLR studios recently ALSO hit the 1000 followers mark over on twitter. And since they made a celebratory post for mine, I figured it's only fair I'd return the favour to them.

So here's to the pervs over there. I decided to draw Lena again because I just kinda like drawing her. The other members may follow with other milestones. Getting bukkake'd by her followers (that's what the numbers on the dicks represent). And of course these selfless heroes who follow us porn artists are all hung like horses or whatever.

Even the girls.

Got a ton more WiP's just itching to get finished and released over the following weeks, so hang on tight as I proceed to try and play catch-up for a while.

SoCarter out.

WiP, an apology, updates, and...

So I'm sure you're all wondering just where the hell I disappeared off to after touching up my icon and banner in a rebranding of sorts, right AFTER a big celebratory post of a milestone reached.

And you can see this is pretty serious because I'm not opening with my usual "hey all".

So time to gather 'round, sit down at the table- *readjusts stack of papers* -and lay some cards on the table...

First of all an apology, being the patron of some artists myself who are prone to disappearing I know full well radio silence can be super frustrating and annoying. And I am doing this now because it's Sunday, and even though nothing is done STILL, this will be the only opportunity to upload for the foreseeable future. Because that would mean even more radio silence.

Thing is that I am moving to a new place, it's very sudden and it wasn't my choice. Initially I was hoping I could at least somewhat keep up an upload schedule and just say "I'm busy" to explain the lower output. But as this week has proven that is entirely un-doable.

Because this is on short notice I've been scrambling to get everything sorted and packed, only allowing myself the briefest of breaks.

So yeah, I'll spare you the details but suffice to say due to things entirely out of my control I can't stay in the place I currently am and moving into a new one. I'm sure you're all tired of ANOTHER excuse for why I'm late/taking a break, 2020 hasn't been going according to plan for me, at least porn-drawing wise. But to be fair to me, 2020 hasn't exactly gone to plan for anyone really...

And now onto the REAL bad news. Because this is such short notice, and everything is delayed at the moment due to a certain little pandemic, I will be without internet for AT LEAST two weeks, starting this Wednesday. And I am low balling it, it could be longer. Meaning I am physically incapable of uploading anything for about 2 to 3 weeks.

"But Socarter-" I hear you ask "-It's not Wednesday yet, can't you do something for the few days left over?" And the answer to that is "no" because I'm still not done getting everything sorted for the move.

At least it'll afford me the time to get things sorted in my new place without the internet to distract me. Maybe I'll even be able to finally get some drawing done again.

To make up for it somewhat, here's a WiP of something that was supposed to be done this week. And see you all again in a couple of weeks, hopefully when this is over and I have internet access again I can go back to uploading at the rate I was able to in 2019 for longer than 2 weeks. I'll be going back to packing and making phonecalls now.

1000 followers belated celebration drawing

Hey all,

So that title is apt in more ways than one, first, it has been a few weeks since I hit 1000 on twitter, and second, this is way goddamn late.

I'm sure you all noticed things have been arriving later since a couple weeks now. And I am at a bit of an impasse. On one hand I'm preeeeety sure it's the thin lines that are putting a huge damper on my output, they take up exponentially longer to finish than the way I used to do things.

And I should know, I'm the one drawing them.

But on the other I'm really liking the nice clean look of these lines, and kiiiiinda also don't wanna go back. But I fear I'm going to have to. Because I can't keep this up without sacrificing huge portions of my free time. Or, as you well noticed, without reducing output.

See I was PLANNING on releasing this on Sunday, in the place of the weekly request. And I was like "Oh hey, let's just get these here lines done and then it's on to colouring and shading for Sunday". Oh how wrong I was. One girl might take a lot longer to do now, but three? With different options for each? All completely separated from each other?

 No way José.

I mean it may just be that it was this huge things specifically that delayed me so much, and it'll be doable after all, I think only time will tell.

But in the meantime here it is, it's going to be taking up both the Sunday and Digimon slot for this week, and we'll see what I do about the random quick requests later. Imma go give my wrist a rest now (Actually didn't do much today the lines were done on Monday so my wrist is fine I'm just being dramatic).

NOW ONTO THE ACTUAL PIECE, in the ( very short) twitter thread where people could leave their suggestions there were a bunch of ideas, and I couldn't really pick. So I decided to pick features from a couple and marry 'em together into one big drawing. The plan being that the "celebrations" will continue when the next milestone is reached.

Now why twitter milestones? Because I feel I get the most engagement there. It's certainly the place where I get the most views. And if I were to do milestones for all the other places and I'll pretty much be drawing nothing but milestone celebrations so keeping it there for now.

As for who I picked to join lil' miss redhead ... I'm sure there's some familiar faces to you. But all of them represent people who've been major contributors in one way or another.

That goes for the penises too, for those with a keen eye their skin tone will betray who they are supposed to represent.

And in hindsight it was a VERY good decision of me not to include the men completely, with two more characters there this likely wouldn't be done by today.

Now only one question remains; which of these lovely ladies has the biggest tits?

Phew, lots to talk about.

SoCarter out.

Thrust and pound, until it is done.

Woah hey, a random quick request? It's about damn time.

Hey all,

Here's another Doom and Hazbin hotel crossover episode. You can kind of see this as a continuation of the first two things I did, except now It's Vaggies turn with the slayer.

And boy is he slaying.

The dialogue doesn't entirely line up but that was the request so... You can always just handwave it away. if you care for such things at all that is.

Because of course, it can always be enjoyed on its own as well.

Also decided to give Vaggie a boobjob as well even though that was only for the Charlie request, but eh.

SoCarter out.