February 14 2021 - The 3-Day Late Progress Report, Or: COMICS! COMICS! COMICS! (Patreon)

Hey all!

I apologize for how obscenely late this Progress Report is. Let's get straight to it.

Why Is This Progress Report So Late?

Long story short, for the past week or so, my sleep schedule has been really fucked up. Like, I'd go to bed at 3am (my usual time, don't judge me), and just toss and turn for 3 hours before finally falling asleep.

Wednesday to Wednesday, there wasn't a single night where I fell asleep before 6am. Wednesday -> Thursday was the dealbreaker, though: It was almost 9am before I fell asleep, and I woke up around 3pm. That was when I had enough.

So, Thursday -> Friday I didn't go to sleep at all, in a bid to reset my sleep schedule. That's why I didn't post anything on Thursday, between me getting up at 3pm and electing to stay up, my schedule was all sorts of out-of-whack. Didn't even register that I was supposed to post a Patreon update. It didn't feel like a Thursday.

The sleep schedule is reset, and so far it seems to be working.

With that being said, there is still a question unanswered: why wasn't I able to sleep for a week straight? The answer is simple, and directly related to the thesis of this post: comics.

How Comics Ruined My Sleep Schedule - And Why That's Not A Bad Thing

Some weeks ago, I commented how I wanted to start doing comics, to quickly explore some of the ideas I've had over the years but haven't been able to justify the time and money required to produce them into videos. Well, this past week, my brain has run amok with that idea.

Suddenly unshackled from the "I can't make this, I have to focus on the current video project," it would spin its little hamster wheel till the axle broke, and then just keeping running. It'd explore new comic ideas, start to finish, all the ways they could be put together. And this is all well and good on its own right.

Except it'd do this while I was trying to sleep. For hours. For a week straight.

So I finally said fuck it. I decided to give in. If my brain was going to torture me with comic ideas, despite me constantly telling it "No, we have to focus on Rachel" despite the whole premise of the comics being the ability to explore ideas I'd have to otherwise reject out of hand, then I am going to indulge it.

No Rachel progress has been made this week for various odds and reasons, mostly related to the fact I've been sleeping like garbage and all of things I normally do before work have ended up taking the remainder of the day. Instead...

Seven New Comics, Oh Me, Oh My!

I have decided to take a few days focusing purely on all of these comic ideas. Most of these are ideas I've been sitting on for months - and some of them have been literally kicking around in my head for years.

These covers are in various states of completion. Some of them are completely finished. Others are lacking a name, others yet lacking a final image. And some straight-up don't even have the model-work finished. Let's just dive into each of them, and go over quickly what each of them are about.

Data Collection

A prequel to an on-stream video project that we've long skirted the periphery of, and with the Marie video now done, I suspect we will finally launch into, especially since there won't be a DVa video (Rabbit.Hole Episode 4) this year. The video project itself is titled "Gamebang", and as its title suggests, it's a combination gaming-night-cum-gangbang. The use of "cum" in the Latin way meaning "with" is very much a double-entendre.

Data Collection is the story component of Gamebang, and it follows DVa's journey to discreetly have her "fair raffle-chosen fan-focused gaming party" biased toward attractive young guys with big cocks who'd be more than willing to fuck her in an orgy. To facilitate this distortion of democracy, notorious hacker Sombra concocts a simple plan: hook DVa up to a VR fantasy sex sim, and funnel the parameters DVa uses to generate her ideal partner into a program that filters out the submissions to DVa's party.

Of course, things are never so simple, and what's a morally-ambiguous hacker to do as she watches another woman slobber all over giant digital dick? Why, join in on the fun, of course!

Sherbecca [Working title]

This is an idea that regulars on my Discord likely recognize, as it's been kicked around since early 2018. The highest-level abstract is as simple as the name suggests: Resident Evil's Sherry Birkin and Rebecca Chambers getting naughty together.

More specifically, this comic series has two parallel story threads: The "top-level" story is the investigation of a minor biological anomaly that may be related to bio-organic weapons (BOWs). The "bottom-level" story is a Spy-vs-Spy-esque setup, where Sherry is assigned by the Division of Security Operations (DSO) to observe Rebecca under suspicion of being involved with this anomaly; and simultaneously, Rebecca is assigned by the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance (BSAA) to observe Sherry, under suspicion that her latent G-Virus may be tied to the anomaly.

The top-level story yields in their cohabitating and working closing together, where their... eccentric lifestyles can't help but rub against each other (double entendre absolutely intended here, too). And the bottom-level story yields them getting rather deep into each others' business (that's three). Both of these outcomes result in the ladies being unable to ignore the simple fact that each of them have an excessive amount of sex.

Sherry is extremely polyamorous, simultaneously courting five boyfriends, each of which she has regular, gratuitous sex with before they all come together in an explosive hours-long orgy during the weekends. Rebecca, on the other hand, is a complete butt-slut, and has intense anal sex several times throughout the day, with constant sexual stimulation via toys throughout the rest of the day. And that's barely scratching the surface of their eccentricities.

Direct Direction

The first of hopefully many Dead Or Alive Fantasy Aardvarian Cinematic Universe (DOAFACU) comics (the Marie video was the first formal entry into this, for posterity), this comic introduces both Nyotengu and Tina Armstrong into the DOAFACU fold.

Nyotengu, being a thousand-year-old demon with no humanly notion of restraint or obligation, floats between lifestyles and careers, trying them on like masks for a few decades until they bore her. Currently, Nyo is trying out being a porn director--and a rather succesful one at that.

Tina Armstrong is a popular B-list actress and successful wrestler, and has decided to make her porn-industry debut with Nyo's studio. But the poor male talent she is paired with is new and inexperienced, and he gets entirely too excited to be working with the esteemed Tina that he blows his load before the getting gets good.

Unable to find a suitable replacement in time to fit Tina's tight schedule, Nyo steps up to take matters into her own hands, and show the male talent how to properly treat a lady. Just as she uses magic to hide her wings, she also uses magic to hide her cock - that's right, Nyo's an at-will futanari. Because why stop at half the genital cake, when you can have the whole thing?

One thing leads to another, though, and what starts as a simple clinical demonstration of how to professionally handle receiving a blowjob turns into vigorously fucking Tina's face and cumming down her throat--more than once. Tina's a champ though - and the fact she asks to star in later shoots suggests she wasn't terribly bothered by it all.

I Want To Be Fucked

This is another idea that's been kicking around for literal years, predating even Sherbecca by a hefty margin. Unlike the others in this list, this series is a sex comedy first, and a porn series second. Which isn't to say there isn't porn. Just that it's as tongue-in-cheek as it is cock-in-mouth.

The high-level of this comic series is that an alien ship crashes in the backyard of a huge scifi nerd who gets a little too excited by the concept of First Contact. She plays up the whole "oh no you're gonna sexually experiment on me ahh how terrible that you want to see how much my slutty holes can take eek won't someone help me guess there's nothing to be done but for me to take it like a little whore oh no," which leaves the stranded aliens utterly confused.

They have no intention of sexually experimenting on humans. Hell, they weren't even supposed to be here, if it weren't for their fact their incompetent pilot got distracted by a pulsar and ended up getting them several million light-seconds off-track before crashing into an exoplanet they didn't even know was there--what she calls Earth.

They just want to get their ship repaired and get back home before they get in trouble with the Consortium. She just wants to get her holes stuffed by exotic alien dick and have her womb flooded with extraterrestrial babymaker fluid.

Surely they can come to sort of compromise, right?

Enter the Pit: Bitchbreeder

This idea is actually a rescue from an earlier proposed Lulu short that never made that cut. The enigmatic black sorceress debuts in an underground gladiatorial arena for a different kind of test of strength: a sexual sparring, first to surrender from orgasmic exhaustion loses.

But Lulu doesn't lowball it. Oh no, she swings straight for the cages, immediately challenging the ruling champion, a hulking pierced beast of a man known by his stage name of Bitchbreeder. When Lulu challenges him to breed her, he scoffs that she isn't even worth the energy to knock up.

Who will win this public top-versus-top escapade of rough sex and even rougher dirty talk? Only one of them is walking away with knees stronger than wet spaghetti.

Kasumiranda: To Punish/Reward A Thief

Another old idea that's been floating around for a while, and I've actually tweeted about recently. As you can probably guess, by the fact that Tweet used fancy Omni-bondage and this one doesn't, this is a placeholder image. It's actually taken from an old photoset I posted some months back, because I ran out of time to make a cover for it and decided 3 days was enough of a delay as it is.

This is actually part of a larger portmanteau, known as Jackasumiranda. The premise is simple: Kasumi Goto, infamous thief in the shadows, is so thoroughly sexually submissive that it's almost concerning. She absolutely loves to be dominated, and toward that end, she finds herself with two very different mistresses aboard the Normandy.

Miranda is a clinical, professional dominatrix. Kasumi is not just Her submissive, but Her subordinate - she exists to serve Miranda in all ways menial, professional, and sexual. When Mistress Lawson enters her bedroom, Kasumi dutifully saves her work, gets on all fours and crawls to her Mistress, and sits up and dutifully waits for Miranda to ball-gag and omni-leash her, before leading her off to their designated play corner. When Miranda isn't tying up and whipping Kasumi, then She's reading a book or writing a report while Kasumi eagerly sucks on Her toes--or, if Kasumi's been an especially good girl, then Mistress lets her eat ass while She reads. Kasumi loves eating Mistress's ass.

Jack is an entirely different type of dominatrix. Honestly, a dominator might be a more apt description. While Miranda and Kasumi have a dedicated area for their power-play, Jack considers the entire ship, bow to aft, fair play; and where Miranda and Kasumi have a delicate, complicated ritual to commence play, Jack's ritual consists of abruptly bending Kasumi over the nearest waist-height object and vigorously fingering her already-sopping-wet pussy right through her suit. Jack doesn't care if other crew hear or even see as she bends Kasumi over and calls her a pathetic cock-starved little slut--and such blatant disregard for privacy only gets the normally-agoraphobic Kasumi even wetter. And that's not even considering all of the fisting. How could such little holes even take on so much fist?!

As you might guess, this particular comic focuses on the Miranda side of this equation. And as you might guess, there are absolutely plans to explore the Jack side as well. Miranda comes first, though - She is Kasumi's Mistress formal, after all.

Trixa and the King's Parrot [Working Title]

Now this one is particularly interesting. You all may be familiar with my Fallen Throne universe (or you may not be, it's been so long since I last actually published anything in it). Well, as I've said before, it is very much alive and well, with a lot of work churning deep beneath the surface.

This is one of those rare times where that churn actually breaks through to the surface. Trixa here is a goblin--a distant relative of the Dark Elves, whose ancestors were bred into an acutely specialized form by the Orc tribes of the Black Steppes, before being abandoned to their own devices as their tiny legs were unable to keep up with their nomadic lifestyle.

In a strong contrast to the other characters of Fallen Throne, such as Queen Nualia or her daughter Caldreth, there isn't a drop of royal blood in Trixa's veins. And for that matter, nary an ounce of education in her head. No, Trixa is a simple working woman--if you consider fucking marks into complacency then stealing as much as she can carry "work" of course. 

Lucky for her marks, she's only 3'3 with little stubby arms, meaning she can't carry much. Though I suppose her marks are also lucky for the fact she has an infamous short-stack ass that won't quit, and internal organs of entirely questionable flexible paired with orgasmic nerves apparently running every square inch of her insides. All of which is to say that, while Trixa will rob you blind, at least it'll be after a fuck worthy of having songs written about.

Adorably rapscallion and painfully Scottish, Trixa is the antithesis of the epic fantasy narrative that Fallen Throne is shaping up to be, with its literal "stopping an insane god from escaping his prison" narrative. Trixa's life revolves around entirely three things: having fun, having sex, and having gold. Get all three of them in a day, and it's a good day indeed. And Trixa has lots of good days.

I've been quietly working on Trixa since November of last year, and she's finally almost ready to be put into Source Filmmaker. Her comic might not get done this sprint, though, since there's still a lot of model-work that needs to get done.

But her personality is fully fleshed out (more than any other Fallen Throne character, and I don't know how to feel about that), and I've a whole warchest of sexy, silly shenanigans for her to get up to. The King's Parrot will be her debut, and perfectly summarizes Trixa as a person:

After pulling a masterfully deft heist and stealing the King's parrot, world-famous for his ability to effortlessly and flawlessly recount anything he's heard in perfect clarity, what does she do with it? Does she sell it? Blackmail the King with it? Do cruel things to it in revenge for an injustice wrought unto her or her people? No, no, no. You're thinking too big for Trixa here. Remember, she's just a hair over 3 feet tall. You have to think smaller.

No, the reason she stole the King's famous parrot is simple: to use as a recording device while she's having wall-shaking sex, so she can listen back to her getting her insides pounded while she touches herself on slow nights.

And when the King is finally reunited with his parrot, he quickly learns the hard way why perfect mimicry isn't always a good thing. Cuz it turns out, Trixa is into a lot of weird shit. And she's not shy about vocalizing it.

Order of Comics, and Addressing the Ongoing Stall of Rachel

So those are all 7 comics I currently have in the works. Again, these are all ideas that have been rattling around in my head for weeks/months/years, and have been bashing against the walls of my brain desperate to get out ever since the comics have become a possible outlet for them.

I don't know the exact order they'll be made and released. Data Collection will most likely be first, though I suspect it will be split into two parts--in which case, only part 1 will be released this sprint.

After that, it's a bit of a toss-up. Sherbecca, Bitchbreeder, and Direct Direction are more fleshed out than the other ideas in terms of specific story and direction; while I Want to be Fucked and Kasumiranda are both more mature (and consequently, more chaotic) ideas I need to sit down and firmly resolve into a linear progression rather than just the paint-splatter across the wall they currently are.

Trixa will absolutely be last, just due to the model work involved. I have to port a parrot, after all! Oh, and I guess finish Trixa, too...

I am aiming at spending a week working on these comics. I am hoping to have at least Data Collection done, and a good chunk of another comic built, by the time that week ends up. After that? I'm really not sure. If people are really interested in these comics, I might put more focus on them. My experiences with the Jill comic, and just comics in general, suggests that in theory I could get a comic done a week.

So if people really like my comics, and really like these ideas, then maybe I'll spend a few weeks on them. Churn one out once a week. Seven weeks, seven comics. Not a terrible turnout, all things considered, compared to the months that a single video takes.

And if that turns out to not be the case, or I get burned on them, then I'll take a more measured approach and balance them with working on Rachel. It's been a few weeks now since I've gotten any notable work done, what with last week's "hair on fire" dilemma, and this week's "wake up and half the day's gone" insomnia.

Regardless of it all, though, this is where things are. I hope you all have had a great week (and now weekend), and I apologize again for the delay. I'll see you all next Thursday!