12화. Tag : [Loli][Futanari][Tentacle][Big breast][Femdom]
Working through the rough stages of the illustration, I had to wrestle with countless dilemmas.
How was I supposed to make something both hot and entertaining out of tags that had already gone completely off the deep end?
How could I draw this for my seventeen-odd viewers without getting absolutely flamed?
And then, mid-thought, I arrived at a truth.
Whatever it was — if one side was mind-meltingly hot, everything else would fall into place.
Better to wreck one half and save the other than half-ass both and ruin the whole thing.
So I made my decision.
I'd dump everything that was hot in isolation but turned into pure hatebait when stacked together onto one side of the canvas… and gather everything that still worked in combination onto the other, and make that side as hot as possible.
Honestly, I'd wanted to try pairing [Loli] with [Oviposition] too, but no amount of cover would save that from child-porn laws, so I abandoned the idea immediately.
Loli + pregnancy + egg-laying was Out no matter how you looked at it.
A loli on the giving end was borderline acceptable. A loli on the receiving end was an obvious disaster waiting to happen.
Decision made, I assigned the loli character the sacred uniform of her kind — a school swimsuit — and got to work.
The scene: a sadistic, femdom, tentacle-wielding, futanari, big-breasted loli in a school swimsuit, using her tentacles to corrupt a furry woman with extreme pleasure, snatching her away from her boyfriend and, ultimately, forcing her to lay eggs.
I was drawing this absolute mental-breakdown of an image and checking the chat — and the viewers' reactions were… off.
These absolute freaks of sexual desire.
You're supposed to get off on the furry, not that deranged loli, you bastards.
"You guys are genuine perverts. Please never tell anyone you watch my stream. Anyone who hears that is going to think this place is a psych ward."
No — anyone with eyes can tell this is hatebait, you lunatics.
You can't just dump hatebait onto a clean community site that normal people browse.
"...Day one and the stream's image is already completely wrecked. Great."
I muttered it weakly and kept coloring in the deranged piece — and about ten more viewers filtered in.
...Unfortunately, every single new arrival was also a pervert.
Why were all my viewers perverts?
In real life and in novels, even the scrappiest small-time streamers managed to keep some standards and attract well-mannered audiences. So why were mine like this?
Psychopaths.
And severe ones, at that.
I paused mid-stroke and looked at the chat with pure pity on my face — and the Fox God shook her head and spoke to me.
"Do not think them pathetic. Was this not all of thine own design?"
"...Mine?"
"Indeed. Drawing such vulgar art, and keeping company with such vulgar folk — all of it came to pass because thou didst will it so, did it not?"
The Fox God smiled brighter than she had in a long while, and continued.
"Well. Vulgar though it may be, this method seems rather effective in its own right. The count is a mere twenty-seven, yet each one is spewing forth nearly ten persons' worth of jeong-gi."
She wasn't wrong. Even if drawing that vulgar-beyond-vulgar piece had ground my mind down to dust, the vitality thrumming through my body felt stronger than it had before the stream even started.
But.
"If I keep streaming like this, my sanity's going to check out first."
Mental erosion was a separate problem entirely.
Each one spewing nearly ten persons' worth of jeong-gi?
Of course they were — each one of them was mentally assaulting me with the force of ten people.
If the toxic viewers on other streams were like a weak americano, the toxic viewers on mine were a concentrated espresso shot.
One or two of those, I could manage. But every single person in my chat was toxic, so the longer the stream went, the more my mind frayed.
"I'm finishing the piece I'm on and ending the stream. The six-tag deranged school-swimsuit futa loli is in the final stages, and the corrupting furry should be quick — I've got a live reference right in front of me."
"...Dost thou mean to cast This One into that vulgar drawing?"
"Is there a reason I shouldn't? You turned me into this goddamn body and didn't give me a single benefit — the least you can do is be someone else's fap material, fuck."
I fixed her with a murderous look. She hung her head and quietly nodded.
"E-even so, draw it a little less vulgarly! Not those rolled-back eyes thou art so fond of — at least keep the focus in the eyes!"
"Don't worry. I've got it handled."
I was planning to do both as variations anyway.
One scene where she's lost to pleasure with a full ahegao face, and one where she's been skewered so thoroughly she can only make a miserable, resentful crying face at her own helplessness.
Having silently sworn to myself that I'd use every cheat code available, I turned the mic back on and took up the pen.
Had drawing only the school-swimsuit futa tentacle loli looked like giving up to them?
Fair enough. What came next — [Furry][Oviposition] — was something I'd have to draw fully prepared to get banned.
Whether it was hot was a separate issue.
[Furry] I could maybe get away with. The [Oviposition] tag, though — one wrong move and that was a guaranteed ban.
Just drawing the futanari tentacle loli already felt like two yellow cards.
If I drew a furry fox laying eggs, that was probably a straight red, right?
"Am I scared? Of course I'm fucking scared. One wrong move and I'm banned. But you know what… I've come too far to quit now."
If all I could draw was garbage and I couldn't draw what I actually wanted, there was no point being an erotic artist.
I'd started drawing smut in the first place not for other people, but for self-sufficient fox-beastgirl porn.
For any other character I might have given up. But next up was a furry based on the Fox God herself — pure distilled hotness.
And not just that: a scene of her getting absolutely wrecked by tentacles, packed with every essence of what made something hot.
And they wanted me to abandon a scene this fucking hot?
Absolutely not.
I'd rather end my career as an erotic artist than give up on drawing the picture I wanted.
"Even if I get banned, I'm drawing it. A furry making an ahegao face while getting wrecked by tentacles! And her boyfriend defeat-jerking while he watches!"
I declared it to the chat with a confident face — and one viewer, as if offering encouragement, dropped a small donation.
why the fuck are you so serious about this shitty art? at least give us a reason damn
To his blunt question, I answered in a bright, lively voice.
"Of course I'm serious. Because that was the promise."