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naomi's tv costume model sheet, w clear inspiration from the miniskirts in star trek tos and lt uhura's outfit in particular hehe. im very happy w this chapter 2 fakeout opening, you only get so many opportunities to rugpull your audience like that :3c

gonna share more #panopticat model sheets as they become applicable :3 i rounded out the main cast between chapters and naomi was by far the most complicated, having so many colors & a wings alt plus more dynamic outfits

left page: skega the salazzle walks in quadrupedally, leaving scorched pawprints. she locks eyes with you while sitting facing away and jerking off with her feet, labeled "staring @ you and gooning". then she is curled up asleep on her tail, labeled "came too hard and now she needs a nap" right page: lucarga the lucario is laying limp on her back with a thousand-yard stare and her knotted cock hard, labeled "skega just told her about the internet". then, she's bound by tangrowth's vines as rotom possesses a hitachi magic wand to pleasure her. last she is lovingly sucking meoscarada's boob as the cat looks down mischievously with a paw on her head

just a couple assorted sketchbook pages :3 playing with alcohol markers but they bled badly through the page. also skega continues to be a menace

i hope you liked this little shrine to my autism heehee, i'm restraining myself from pointing out all the little details in the past pages. sorry to anyone who thought this was a space opera comic now. we will see our catgirl again soon enough

i've split it up this way to simulate the experience of page turns, since i paced this scene with that in mind :3

PANOPTICAT ch2 p1-4 (see replies)
welcome to chapter 2!! i will again aim to create 3 pages a month though ofc i'm busy as ever hehe. also i decided to continue the page count from ch1, might change my mind if i decide it's confusing. enjoy!!! #furry #indie #comic #sfw #panopticat

sybil from pseudoregalia skids to a stop, legosi from beastars wipes a bloody nose with a suspicious glare, midna from zelda: twilight princess sneers dismissively, and rick from kirby waves his butt in the air ("I'm happy!")

much of the con this year was spent doodling in a new semi-official con space, the artist lounge, kindly set up by @parttimedragons.bsky.social! :3 fragilescales and i had some very fun conversations with other local artists we met. i was just coming up with various furbaity characters to draw hehe

the killer

fursuit figure drawing at furcon 2026, thanks for hosting once again @spikieamr.bsky.social!!!

lucario and skega the salazzle square up for a fight as their partners raichu and sneasler, each wearing mega jewelry, cheer them on. mew watches nervously and mewtwo with calculating interest as meowscarada counts down, then bursts her trick flower to start the battle. lucario immediately dodges a torrent of fire skega launches her way, then appears above her with an aura bone club that knocks skega into the dirt. raichu activates lucario's mega evolution into her z form, then all are shocked (and mew is turned on) as sneasler activates an unexpected mega evolution for skega. she now has developed "venom sacs" and fire ringing her eyes, thighs, and shoulders, as the heat has lifted more tendrils off her scales that she can use as fiery lashes. the two mega evolved pokemon stare each other down before lucario lunges at mach speed, cloaked in aura energy. with a mere exhalation of pheromones, skega engulfs the battlefield in an irresistible aphrodisiac mist, and with that, the battle is over. skega is topping lucario and choking her lightly, filling her ass and new cookie with ridged hemipenes as lucario's canine cock paints the ground. meanwhile, awash in pheromones, sneasler tops raichu doggy style, and mewtwo facefucks mew. meowscarada waves the flag of skega's victory.

Pokecember: Skega's Skirmish
i wanted some effects practice and then this immediately got out of hand >:3 fun to come up with a mega evolution for salazzle, game freak could never dare

felt

either they've made a strict decision that mysterious ruins are core to the zelda ethos regardless of setting, or this is an unconscious assumption that history is cyclical. the result from a western pov is a sense of stagnation & futility, bc our dominant cultural narrative is progress

in the apartment hallway, a closed-circuit security cam sees aurelie sprinting through, sweater lifted over her face for anonymity. some time later, tram doors swish closed and the PA chimes. PA: Please check wings and tails, doors are closing~! aurelie sighs and falls back into a seat as the train accelerates through the night. aurelie: So there are other mages… she thinks back to a prior rail ride on a rainy afternoon, with olivia after their ritual. her younger self winks with folded arms, tail swishing proudly. olivia looks down at her hands, eyes brimming with tears. younger aurelie: You know what? You’re /super/ lucky we’re in the same nursery cohort. I don’t think anyone else in the /world/ could have pulled that off. olivia: I… I can’t believe that just /worked!/ Just like that! she springs up and grabs aurelie’s hands. olivia: Thanksyouthankyou /thank you!!/ aurelie: Heehee! Don’t forget, we still have to tell Miss Meijer. olivia, suddenly anxious: W-wait, why? aurelie: /Someone’s/ gotta forge your papers! olivia: Oh… ms. meijer, now older with an eyepatch over her scarred right eye, glaring: You did /what?!/ the three are sitting in plush furniture at the social nursery, under a corkboard with various notices and info. aurelie is holding herself stiffly. olivia looks apologetic. ms meijer puts her head in a hand. meijer: Oh, you kids will be the death of me… olivia: I’m sorry… meijer: No, sweetie, I understand. We’ll just… work out how to fix your files later. You may run along to dinner. aurelie starts to slink away too. meijer, sternly: /Not/ you.

meijer: I’ve /permitted/ you to read about magic because I was under the impression your interest was /academic./ aurelie: It was! –Is! a large poster on the corkboard is titled “What’s in a flag?” and explains the four colored triangles that make up the country’s standard. counterclockwise from left, they are pink for the Age of Magic (-1643 – 0), blue for the Age of Reason (0 – 980), and green for the Age of Progress (980 – ). the top triangle is white: “And white represents our boundless future!” to the right is a profile titled “Meet your caregivers!” with a painting of ms. meredith meijer. the text is too small to read. beneath that is a receipt from a grocery run. meijer: But you’ve broken my trust. Scheming, scrounging, hiding all this from me. Risking her /life/ like that. How could you? aurelie has drawn into herself, ears flat and tail twitching anxiously, hugging her knee at the far end of the couch. aurelie: It /worked,/ didn’t it?! meijer: That’s /not/–You are /too young/ to take a person’s fate into your hands. I don’t expect you to grasp that now. Truthfully, I pray you’ll never have to. aurelie, starting to cry, voice wavering: I know you th-think I’m dumb, and a liar, and reckless. But I wasn’t just–just /winging/ it. It was /calculated,/ and I did it for /her./ meijer, empathetically: No, Aurelie. You did it for you. aurelie sobs and wipes her eyes. later, she is laying with her head in ms. meijer’s lap. she pets aurelie’s hair and looks down at her sadly. meijer: What’s done is done, kitten. Thank you for your honesty, and bringing our Olivia back to us safely. aurelie, sniffling: I’m grounded for a month. meijer: Two. aurelie: Fine. aurelie sits up, ms. meijer’s hand on her shoulder as they make eye contact. meijer: /And./ You must never cast a spell on another person /again./ aurelie: …Okay. I promise. back in the present, aurelie scans her seedling keycard at door 126–the apartment she shares with olivia. aurelie, wryly: Heh. Broke that one.

aurelie, entering exhausted again, slides the door open to a living room lit only by the city glow out the window. aurelie: I’m baaack… and I want /no/ questions about the swea– she sees olivia sleeping on the couch. aurelie: Ah. she sniffs the air and smells olivia’s earlier masturbation. aurelie: Well, glad she found her own fun tonight. with a smile, aurelie delicately drapes a blanket over the sleeping rabbit. olivia’s eyes drift open and she sits up, rubbing her eye tiredly. olivia: …Aurelie? aurelie, no longer walking down the hall: Mm? olivia, smiling warmly: D’you… still wanna play something together? aurelie, returning the gesture: …Sure, Liv. some time later, aurelie is in a bathrobe with her hair in a towel, playing cards with olivia, now in pajamas. by her gloating smile, aurelie is clearly performing much better than olivia, who holds far more cards and is grimacing over her shoulder. END CHAPTER 1

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acolyte: /Hot Fizz!!/ aurelie, sweating and grinning: /Bingo./ the hot fizz projectile fires and pierces straight through the hard hat, which aurelie was balancing on the end of her tail. it continues into a fenestra portal aurelie placed on the ground. in the background, behind the acolyte's head, a corresponding portal is perfectly lined up. acolyte: W-/What?!/ hot fizz splashes across the acolyte’s back, now fenestra-pink. several globs are carried forward by momentum and land on the plywood in front of him and begin sizzling. acolyte: Why is it pink—/Ow!/ D-dismiss! Dispel!! Hot Fizz /release!/ aurelie: That's my cue! she begins running away, leaving the empty bucket behind as the hot fizz disappears from inside it. acolyte: No—that's not /fair!/ I didn't /know/ you were already a... Please, wait! acolyte, rushing forward and grabbing the plywood barrier: Did you /just learn/ my sp— the barrier snaps. the acolyte loses balance and begins to fall forward, words catching in his throat.

the acolyte plummets from the structure, screaming. aurelie whirls around in terror and instinctively throws up a hand and shouts her spell. aurelie: /Fenestra!!/ a massive pink portal appears below the acolyte in midair, its counterpart a few feet forward. he speeds through it, and appears for a moment in both places–falling both to the ground and upward into the sky. aurelie strains to maintain the spell through her geistschmerz. aurelie, grimacing: Urgh–! the acolyte slows to a standstill as gravity cancels his upward momentum. disoriented, through the pink haze of the spell he can see both the dirt ground just below him and the vast night sky. acolyte: I stopped?? aurelie swipes her hand to her side, canceling the spell. aurelie: There! Gotcha! the acolyte tumbles onto his side. acolyte, voice returning to a normal register: Oof! a single purple crystal on a broken necklace clinks onto the ground, releasing his disguise and revealing cream-colored wool under a thick gray sweater poncho. aurelie grips the windowsill for support, exhaling heavily. the acolyte puts a hand to the ground to lift himself up. acolyte: Guh.. The hells was that… aurelie, panting and clambering back out through the window: Hey. You alright? the acolyte tilts his head left. the hood obscures most of his face. acolyte: Y-yeah. Nice spell. aurelie smirks lewdly over her shoulder as she makes for the nearest door. aurelie: Nice ass. the acolyte, now clearly an alpaca, reaches back to discover with shock that his own spell has melted through most of the clothing on his back, leaving his ass and balls dangling free in the night air. he wears a dark tee, track pants, and orange undies. aurelie opens the door marked EE (emergency exit), setting off a fire alarm that begins blaring through the complex. she shields her eyes from the sudden light of the hallway beyond. the alpaca grabs his crystal and, futilely holding a hand to hide his behind, hurries back up the far stairs. both: Gods /damn/ it.

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aurelie, still walking away, is caught off guard by an orange bolt from off-panel, piercing through a tarp and her coat before splashing on the ground. the energy immediately begins eating away at her coat, and leaves a pinkish glow where it made contact with her body. aurelie: /Shit!!/ aurelie hurriedly unties the waistband and flings the coat into the air, hot fizz still digesting it. aurelie, now bare but for underpants, thigh highs, and the hard hat she found, pointing at the smoldering fabric: Nice shot, asshole. I /liked/ that coat. acolyte, flustered: Wh-why weren't you wearing— /Sorry!/ I'm sorry—as you can see, I'm still, uh, practicing... aurelie: Yup, got that part. Looking forward to hearing what was so important to say that you'd /cast acid/ at a /stranger/. acolyte: ...Stay right there, I'll toss you something! –Oh! Uhh.. /Hot Fizz, surround and patrol the exits!/ orange goop begins gathering and pooling in a circle around aurelie's feet. she lifts a paw as they circle closer. aurelie: Ugh, really!? Like I'm gonna flee to the streets like this. Have a little trust! aurelie, adding to herself: Though it /does/ sound like fun. Anyway... she spies a blob of hot fizz hissing and wobbling in a nearby bucket, unable to join the rest of the spell, and formulates a plan. aurelie: Fenestra! her portal creates a circle of normal ground over the moat of orange goop. she steps over and yanks the bucket.

the acolyte rifles through a pack. acolyte: Ok I attacked a random woman but maybe I can still salvage this. Sweater for a coat, that's almost an equivalent exchange, right? he glances back over the dirt to find aurelie missing. acolyte: —And she's gone. the acolyte sinks to his knees, panicked. acolyte: You fucked up, Nacho, you're going to wizard prison, they'll have to /build/ a wizard prison in the modern year just for you, hot fizz climbs up some pipes outside the window she used. acolyte: Nope, no time for that. She must be in there. /Hot Fizz/, stay outside! Miss? ...I'm going to assume you can still hear me. I saw how it hit your, uh, chest. By now you'll be feeling really tired— that's geistschmerz, like, aura damage; it's nothing to worry about. Just how wizards avoided killing each other. Hot Fizz acts fast, but on people, it's temporary. Ask me how I know, hah. aurelie is climbing up stairs inside the incomplete structure, straining to carry the bucket along with her tattered coat. aurelie, muttering: Huh, /that's/ what that feels like. I'm not /just/ out of shape and full of eggs. Don't think I can cast much more tonight though. acolyte, right arm angled back to pitch: Right, uh, here's my sweater, I'm tossing it in a window now— the sweater drifts to the floor outside a window. acolyte: Wind got it, my bad. aurelie reaches out the window and grabs it. acolyte: It's on the balcony— yeah, there. Cool. aurelie: At least that got you speaking normally. I take it you work here? Site access, a concern for construction property? acolyte: That's... possible, but /also/, consider that I don't want to compromise the structural integrity where someone will live. aurelie: Fair. Let's get back on topic then, so you can drop your acid wall, and I can go home. she examines the sweater. it's black with blue text saying "UM GOTTES WILLEN!" [For heaven’s sake!] aurelie, to herself: And while you're explaining that... Oh, this sweater's some theater nerd shit. Called it.

acolyte: —Right. To sum up, though I hadn't /planned/ on finding anyone out here, you seem unexpectedly unafraid of this spell and my appearance... aurelie, muttering and tying the remains of her coat around her waist: Tch, it's /obviously/ just a glamour— but a damn well-constructed one. acolyte: You know as well as /I/ do, magic use is a taboo, especially in public view. It's like... well, I /was/ going to say like walking around naked… Point is, it's /isolating/. I can't even talk about this stuff with my boyfriend. aurelie pulls on the sweater, feeling an unexpected pang of sympathy. acolyte: And hey, maybe if I bring in a new recruit, the Catalyst will forgive my indiscretion here? Haha. aurelie puts the hard hat back on, looking annoyed. acolyte: Um, are you decent in there yet? Have you thought about it? aurelie, to herself, swinging an arm: Oh, I think my strength's coming back. acolyte: Take your time, I guess? I certainly did. aurelie, walking as the bucket drips orange goop out of a hole at the bottom: ...Or the bucket melted quicker than I'd calculated, great. Maybe 'cause the rest of the spell's idle? aurelie, calling out the window: Hey, Merlin! There's goop in here sizzling the concrete, don't you think you should drop your spell already? acolyte: Uh, no, I can clearly see it's all laying out here on the dirt? Was that a trick, or...? aurelie, rubbing her temple, talking to herself: This dense, rambling... Plan B. aurelie: Yeah, it was. I'm still pretty peeved about my coat, and I /know/ that was a fluke shot, so the only way I'm giving your little club a chance is if you can /actually/ catch me. Prove your little trick is worth its salt. acolyte, excited: Hah, like a duel, huh? You got it! acolyte, charging another shot and aiming at aurelie's hard hat visible through a window: Mage or not, you'll soon regret challenging a disciple of the Catalyst...!

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the sky is a deep blue but the city remains abuzz with activity. a mulleted pigskin singer croons from a skyscraper, an airplane passes overhead, blinking purple bulbs advertise an arcade, and a good number of windows remain lit. as an electric tram whizzes down the street, a lynx child approaches the stop, and a fish woman ponders a window display of fashionable outfits. overhead, a billboard featuring naomi in a suggestive pose promotes yellow thigh-high socks shaped for avian legs. in a small park, a tough-looking wolf grumbles while pushing a busted e-bike; an elderly snake woman takes an evening stroll; an ostrich jogger turns to regard a red panda playing guitar from a bench (with a gap in the planks for tails to fit through) to which their pet dog (non-anthropomorphized) is leashed. nearby, a penguin bounces excitedly, trying to convince their guardian to stop at BE! Best Empanadas. aurelie is just sitting down at this restaurant with a tray of two empanadas and a mug of soda. she regards her foldable smartphone, which reports the time as 20:41 and displays her surroundings. aurelie: Huh, still early. So, what further misadventures does the night hold? Spent plenty on transit and food today already. Cheap things to do in Eastside… Eastside… she thinks back to priyanka’s lengthy explanation from the end of their interview. priyanka: …subsidize rent at an upscale complex in Eastside… stopping by on your way home… brand new wing under construction… aurelie, sipping her drink contritely: Guess I /was/ paying attention. she stands up, stuffing her face with the rest of her empanada. aurelie: …Sure, what the hells. Let’s see how the working half lives.

aurelie, looking up at an apartment complex: Ah. Of course they wouldn't let me in this late. aurelie: ...Legally. aurelie steps onto the lawn by the locked front door and walks past a sign for Ivy Living, long past the window for afternoon tours. aurelie: Prob less cams around the construction site— aurelie, grimacing: Eugh what the /fuck/ is that smell?! Curdled milk? But, like, /sulfurous/. she covers her nose and considers doing something stupid. aurelie: Nothing bad ever happened to the curious catskin, I always say. Hup! aurelie uses Fenestra to jump through a tarp fence, and walks around a half-constructed section of the complex. she puts on a hard hat she found, trying to lower her profile. an orange glow emanates from the ground ahead, source out of view. aurelie: No way, is that... aurelie, eyes shining: Someone's really /practicing magic?/

aurelie examines a large dirt courtyard with random objects strewn about including buckets and wood planks. many glowing orange blobs litter the ground, visibly steaming aurelie: Interesting, elemental-style. Lava? ...No, clearly smells caustic. some of the blobs shuffle around the dirt slowly. others continue to eat through the metal they’re in contact with. aurelie: Semianimate, likely idle without instruction... No choice but to feed it some shit and see what happens! aurelie drops a hammer into a blob, and the wood begins dissolving immediately while the metal melts much more slowly. aurelie: Yep, favors organic matter. They would've specialized a spell like this to carve through palisades. Can't believe I get to put Galdor's Principles of Arcane Taxonomy into practice! I'm guessing mid-range, caster within 30 meters...? she puts a hand to her chin. from a balcony above her, two orange fires peer out of the darkness. a robed figure steps out of the darkness. his head appears to be a floating sabertooth cat skull with flaming eyes in the sockets, his limbs are a featureless shadowy purple, and he wears a necklace of purple crystals acolyte: Impressed? You /should/ be. It has been an /age/ since humankind last wielded such power. acolyte: I would ask the /name/ of the interloper fate sent this night. aurelie, startled: Nope! aurelie, composing herself: Dude, I play Fae & Fortresses, I've /seen/ amateur roleplay. You can drop the act. Who are /you/, really? acolyte: ...A /specter/ of things to come.

acolyte: One by one, the embers alight as souls reawaken to their potential. aurelie: Then... there are others like you? Magic users? acolyte: Aye—united by /the Catalyst, Herald/ to the Weitgeist. acolyte: Through /him/ did I unlock my acrid ability, that I now hone by night: /Hot Fizz/. the spell eats through the back of a metal can on the dirt. aurelie, unimpressed: /That's/ really what you named your geistzauber. acolyte, leaning on the railing casually: /Ah/, so you /are/ accustomed to the realm of the arcane. Your investigation of the spell carried an /experienced/ air. aurelie, looking sheepish and defensive: Th-that's... Everyone's read a /little/ history, right? Hard not to. It was a phase. acolyte: ... aurelie: Now, about this ringleader... acolyte: Should you wish, he can grant /you/ the keys to your geist, as he did mine. aurelie: And he's... what, waiting on 3rd & Pine with robes, a funny hat, and a free zine? acolyte, eyes smirking: Yet /still/ do you mask interest by wit. /He/ can no more easily be decieved. acolyte: No, should he choose, /he/ shall find /you/. I need only your name. aurelie: Great, I'll pencil him in after the /tooth fairy/. This is /nuts/, and also /mega/ against the law, which I love abiding by. acolyte: Wait, I can— aurelie waves and turns to walk off. aurelie: Pitch failed, sorry! I'll be on my way. the acolyte rears back, charging orange energy between the skull’s long fangs. aurelie: Enjoy your larp, and good luck on target practice— acolyte fires a bolt of "hot fizz" over the railing.

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aurelie: Gladly. I try not to think about the struggle and everything, honestly. Makes me feel… small, next to what they went through. aurelie lifts her hips and lines up with cleome’s cock, then drops onto it hard. cleome: Ah~! I-indeed, big boots to fill. Mmh–computer, minimize lights and window tint. aurelie grips the headboard and rides cleome as they continue speaking. outside, night has fallen over the city. dozens of skyscrapers bear dots of light from random windows, and the streets have a lively pink glow. cleome: As I said, we are all still finding our footing. My novels connect me to many people I’ll never meet; I often wonder what unique perspective each could share with me, all waiting outside this window. The path they carve through this life–what they love, why they fear. How they dream. Sonder, in a word. There is a rich tapestry, and within it, a single Aurelie Spellmire. Whither wends her thread? aurelie, still bouncing, considers her reflection in the glass with the view of the city beyond. aurelie: Hf… “Where do I see myself in 5 years,” huh? cleome: Hah, genau. [exactly.] cleome moans. aurelie creates some magic sparkles in her palm, then clenches her fist with a quiet sigh of defiance. aurelie: I /still/ want to be a mage. cleome: What? aurelie pins cleome’s hands to the bed on either side of his head and leers over him, a determined grin on her face. both are now sweating. aurelie: Hehe, how about this, Cleome–Hh… At our next session, let me tell the group about my magic… And I’ll let you lay eggs in me. cleome, both aroused and aghast: /What?/

cleome: Y-you must be joking. aurelie: Nope~ Well, not about the magic part. We can do egg stuff either way. You don’t strike me as easily swayed by sexual favors. aurelie lifts herself off of cleome’s shining, twitching cock and flops sweatily onto the bed beside them. cleome rolls onto their side, still blushing and sweating, and crosses their arms. aurelie: Plus they’re sterile anyway, right? Your eggs, not your seed. cleome: …Correct. I’m thinking. aurelie: And I’m rambling. Gods, I’m just as nervous as this afternoon. cleome: Why do you want this? What if they won’t accept it? aurelie, playing with cleome’s tail affectionately: Then I’ll deal with it–but then I’ll know. You have to understand–this is… a /part/ of me. The only thing I’m /passionate/ about, really. Fenestra! a portal appears to aurelie’s right in midair. aurelie reaches through and grabs cleome’s cock, wet and dripping precum. aurelie: /This/ is how /I/ fit into that tapestry. Your geistzauber–soul spell, but you knew that–it speaks to your very essence. I love our friends, and I’m ready for them to really /see/ me. cleome smiles in spite of themself, now getting jerked off at the same time aurelie fingers the slit between the tips of his tail. cleome: …You drive a hard bargain. I accept both your terms. aurelie, smiling: Heehee! Maybe I’m ready for the business world after all. cleome stands up and stretches their lower back. cleome: Computer, tint up and lights hot. aurelie: Cleome, this really means a lot to me. Thank you. cleome: Schon gut. [No worries.] We’ve both said enough. cleome summons their extra lower pair of insectoid arms in a flash of purple light and flexes them, looking down at aurelie dominantly. cleome: /Hands and knees, catskin./ aurelie, eyes shining in appreciation of cleome’s gesture: Your arms–!

aurelie coaxes the ovipositor out of cleome’s tail-end as the tips twitch sensitively. she gets on her hands and knees on the bed, presenting her ass to cleome. they stand over her, straddling her with his cock on her lower back, and curls his tail down to enter her with his ovipositor. he moans at the sensation. his secondary arms rub aurelie’s breasts, toying with the nipples, as aurelie’s toes curl. he scruffs her neck and puts a finger in her mouth. she’s lost in bliss, dripping on the sheets. the tail continues pounding until finally pumping her belly full of round eggs. some time later, the lights are back off, and aurelie has just finished jerking off cleome’s penis. cum drips down her wrist and onto their hips. cleome lays back, completely drained, as aurelie purrs and licks her crotch clean with feline flexibility. cleome, panting: /Energetic/ horny little furball, aren’t you. aurelie: Mmh… one who came five times tonight~

cleome: I’m nodding off here, but I can at least see you out. And remember to– aurelie: Yeah, yeah I’ll close my eyes in the game room, nerd. cleome: Sehr gut. [Very well.] aurelie stands and puts her trench coat back on. cleome: And you are /certain/ you wish not to wash properly nor stay the night? aurelie: A cat bath will get me home, and I /did/ bring spare briefs. cleome: Far be it from me to besmirch such time-honored methods of feline hygiene. aurelie: Exactly. now entering the hallway outside cleome’s apartment, aurelie fastens the waistband on her coat. cleome holds a pillow over their crotch modestly and stands in the shadows. cleome: Bis später, mein Katzentyp. [Until later, my cat-type.] aurelie: Pff, see ya. aurelie, standing alone in the hall, looks at the portion of wall where cleome’s game room would be. she walks over and casts a small portal as a peephole. the other side has dark shapes silhouetted against the city’s glow, but no detail is discernible. aurelie: Fenestra! …Damn, too dark. cleome’s eye blocks the view, unamused. aurelie: Oop–! cleome, speaking through the portal: /Gute Nacht,/ Aurelie. [Goodnight.] aurelie, pouting: Aw, you’re no fun. cleome: Your belly belies the fun I am. aurelie: /Fiiine,/ I’m going. in the elevator, aurelie scoffs. aurelie: Psh. the elevator doors close as she mischievously rubs her distended belly, now full of eggs. cleome is sprawled across their bed, already completely asleep without bothering to get under the covers.

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back at olivia’s and aurelie’s apartment, olivia continues piano practice, now working on habanera from carmen. unbidden, a distracting image comes to her mind of aurelie nude and making out with cleome. olivia: /Ugh,/ come on. Keep it together. At least I muted the damn squirrel. she continues playing, only to be swarmed by crude mental images of aurelie sucking off cleome, the two having intercourse and doing it from behind, and cleome finishing on aurelie’s face. olivia, glaring down at the tent in her pants: Gods, /fine!/ You win! We’ll give up on piano for tonight, and just… she sadly snaps the clasp of her overalls. olivia: Go fuck ourself, I guess. on cleome’s bed, aurelie is petting cleome’s inner thigh and cuddling as they chat. cleome: As you have /still/ not broached the obvious subject, I have til now refrained from asking. Shall I infer that you’d rather not speak on today’s interview? aurelie: Well observed. Yeah, I don’t know. Just need time to sort out my thoughts on today. cleome, sipping seltzer: Kein Problem. [No problem.] We can simply sit and enjoy each other’s company. the two lay back, legs entwined. aurelie smiles appreciatively before suddenly springing back to sitting. aurelie: …Ok, so like, when I first /got/ there– cleome, giggling: That was quick.

aurelie, somberly: …Another stupid thing I did. Waiting for the ‘dilloskin guy who interviewed me, I /may/ have quickly estimated the distance between rooms and cast Fenestra to fidget with the Newton’s cradle on the manager’s desk. a cutaway diagram of the office shows aurelie bored at the conference table casting a spell to nudge the metal balls in the next room. charts and diagrams litter the whiteboard under “DO NOT ERASE,” and a 1008 calendar is behind her. an armadillo approaches her door as priyanka locks her office from inside. aurelie: Go on, joke that I just love touching balls sooo much– she shudders through an orgasm. antennae are visible between her legs. aurelie: Hhfh you’re too fucking good at this cleome pauses from eating her out. they wiggle the little appendages on their mouth, now dripping with slick. cleome: Benefit of palps. But you’re right, that /was/ reckless. Clearly nobody noticed. What were you thinking? aurelie, laying back down: Nothing! Just that I wanted to fiddle with it, and I didn’t think she’d let me. …And that I regretted lying to her face. Although /technically/ I wasn’t casting a spell when she /asked,/ so– cleome, nonplussed: Aurelie. aurelie: Yeah, yeah, I get it. Great chai, though. Aww, I should’ve /said/ that! cleome: No decent manager would hinge her hiring decisions on complements received. Least of all when hiring engineers. aurelie: Fair point. Thanks for the charcuterie, while I’m thinking of it. cleome: Bitte schön. [Very welcome.] the cutting board, now mostly depleted, is on the floor beside the bed, with two empty glasses. cleome lays beside aurelie, now fingering her. aurelie: Something she said, though… That things aren’t that different from thirty years ago. Can that be true? cleome, pausing to think: …From her vantage point, it may be. Would you mind a lengthier answer? aurelie: Please, we /both/ love hearing you talk. Long as /you/ don’t mind being a little distracted~ she reaches down to his panties.

cleome begins explaining. diverse abstract protesting figures with signs, bricks, and a battering ram face off against rows of riot cops, nightsticks raised. cleome: /First,/ it must be noted that the working class made extraordinary sacrifices in their brave struggle to overthrow the prior hegemony. aurelie rubs cleome’s crotch. c: I have no wish to minimize this. You were /raised/ by one such hero, as I recall? a vintage photo of an owl woman, fierce and bright-eyed, marshalling a protest down a city street. a: Ol’ Ms. Meijer. Yeah, she was tough as nails. But? she slides off cleome’s panties. c: /But,/ it is my contention that the revolution was left /incomplete./ With the elites out of power, expropriated or exiled, there was an opportunity to build a truly new mode of production. the sun sets between the mountains as a crane lifts a girder. c: Instead, likely fatigued from their fight, the victors took up the corporate form and settled back into the lives they knew. aurelie teases cleome’s hardening penis out of its slit. a: I don’t know–the workers’ council, mandatory co-ops, the social nurseries, UBI, these were all /major/ achievements. an otter presents breaking news on UNN. the chyron reads: COUNCIL DECLARES BASIC NEEDS “OFF THE MARKET” / SWEEPING LEGISLATION PACKAGE GUARANTEES BENEFITS FOR ALL. c: Indeed–yet ultimately welfare reforms to a market system constrained by the demands of international capitalist forces, then as now. aurelie fingers their slit and rubs their tip, grinning. cleome imagines buildings growing towards a gleaming seed in the sky. c: There remains the /seed/ of a new society, and with it, the danger of decaying into the ancien régime. We remain on the knife’s edge between liberation and regression, as the world watches. aurelie’s barbed tongue coats the length of their shaft in saliva, fangs glinting. c: Our only path forward: to complete the /Aufhebung/–to /transcend./ cleome’s imagined seed sprouts into a vast fruiting tree.

CONTD aurelie, glaring and holding his cock: I think you’re getting hornier off this monologue than from my efforts. cleome: What could be more stimulating than political economic critique? aurelie, pouting: Me or I’m leaving cleome, chuckling: Du hast Recht. [You’re right.] I kid. art, a one-armed frilled lizardskin, relaxes at home, reading “no truce with the furies” by kurvitz and hindpere by a heat lamp. cleome: Granted, this… taste of the future has its merits. People are comfortable; their basic needs are met by dint of shared /humanity/, not through being coerced to /labor./ in a dark city park, the kangarooskin lucas patrols in a ranger’s outfit. cleome: Yet for our mutual subsistence, /work,/ not /labor,/ remains, and we readily find those eager to answer. olivia stares longingly at aurelie’s underwear while masturbating needily on the couch, pumping her cock and tweaking a nipple. cleome: And in the pursuit of their trade, I hope the new worker thus finds themself satisfied. naomi, a gray crowned craneskin, laughs while holding a champagne flute. she’s in a tasteful evening gown at an outdoor party elsewhere in the city, lit by string lights and ringed with hedges. cleome: Not to mention the additional support afforded to those with recognized cultural /import/: researchers, creators, achievers. As a recipient myself, I’ve never been fully comfortable with the program. I do not wish to see a new class of elites emerge. elaine the sheepskin regards from her balcony the distant city lights and the crescent moon rising over the bay. cleome: We had enough trouble ridding ourselves of the previous crop. aurelie straddles cleome’s hips, grinding her pussy along their shaft. she looks down at him fondly. cleome: But let us turn from the past to the future.

double page posted twice to (barely) fit the captions for all of cleome's monologue & visual descriptions hehe. p14-17

a rabbit woman in worker overalls stumbles through an F major scale. olivia: /fuck/ cartoon squirrel on the piano screen: Wow, jazzy! Let’s try again, chirrup~! the apartment door slides open. aurelie is in the hall looking exhausted. olivia: Hey, you’re back! How’d it go? aurelie crosses the room, slouching and blowing a raspberry, and faceplants into the couch. olivia: Oh. That bad, huh. aurelie, glaring at the floor: I’m sure it was /memorable!/ I’m sure I left an /impression!/ She can’t have had many /other/ candidates who chased their own tail or had to deny committing witchcraft! I’m trying to put a positive spin on this, you see. olivia, amused: Mhm, mhm. Sounds healthy. aurelie: Granted, the engineering questions went pretty alright, considering I had zero prep. olivia: /Told/ you to apply for that role in the first place. /She/ told me not to warn you. Figured it’d make you nervous. aurelie: You /also/ told her I was a witch. olivia: “Witchy!” It just came out. I’m genuinely sorry. aurelie, taking off her blazer: ‘S fine. I probably had little chance anyway. I don’t really feel like talking about it anymore. How’s piano coming? olivia slams a discordant mass of notes on the piano. piano squirrel: Wow, jazzy! Let’s try again, chirrup~! olivia: I’m going to /eat/ this squirrel.

aurelie, shirtless at the hall closet: Good luck with that. You’re home early, what gives? olivia: Took a half day! I thought we could grab dinner and play a game together, either in celebration or… the opposite. Sounds like you could use both. aurelie: Aw, that’s nice of you! But I already have plans with Cleome. I just stopped by to change. aurelie tosses her bra over her shoulder and olivia reflexively whirls to face the wall, embarrassed and let down by aurelie’s reply. olivia: Oh. Well, …have fun. aurelie, throwing on a trench coat: Thanks! aurelie departs at golden hour from their multistory apartment complex, “the seedling,” with other tall residential buildings nearby. as she passes by street vendors selling fruit and personal care products, she replies to olivia’s texts. olivia’s text: So, like, are you and Cleome dating? aurelie’s text: nah we just like to chat and mess around olivia’s text: Friends with benefits? aurelie’s text: i guess?? olivia’s text: Or rather, they’re your fu[obscured] aurelie: *snort* I’m using that for sure. she listens to music on the train before arriving in a green hallway and texting cleome. aurelie’s text: im here!! :3 cleome’s text: [purple thumbs up emoji] aurelie rings the doorbell. cleome appears in a dress and stockings. cleome: Guten Abend, Aurelie. [Good evening.] I– cleome looks down with interest as aurelie swings her trench coat open wide.

aurelie is wearing nothing but thigh-high socks beneath her trench coat. illuminated by the golden light in the hallway, she grins. aurelie: /Sup, fuckbuggy?/ cleome: /Verdammt,/ [Goddamn,] you make such an entrance, then deploy /this/ moniker?? I am /reeling/, Aurelie. As I suspect was your intention. Bitte, [Please,] leave the hallway, my dear exhibitionist. aurelie enters the apartment and wraps her arms (and the coat) around cleome for a tight hug. aurelie, purring: ‘M glad to see you. cleome: And I you. I’d intended upon performing my /own/ alluring entrance, but–hmm, perhaps there’s still an opportunity. May I blindfold and guide you? aurelie, grinning mischievously: Mm, I like where this is going… aurelie is blindfolded. cleome takes the initiative to fondle her and lick her cheek. aurelie giggles. aurelie: Hey! Devious… she lets herself be led by the hand through the apartment before untying the blindfold at cleome’s instruction. cleome: Ok–you may look. cleome is splayed on their bed in stockings and panties, with a spread of crackers, cheese, meats, nuts, fruits, and jam on a cutting board. a book is at their nightstand, and there is a high eastward view of the nearby buildings and apartments bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun. cleome: Pardon the theatrics; there is a little surprise from Naomi and myself that I wish to preserve for the next session. /And/, I prepared for us a– aurelie, more excited at the snacks: A coochie board!! cleome, grimacing: Genau. [Exactly.] A “coochie board,” such as it is termed in the sphere of haute cuisine.

aurelie approaches the bed, dropping her coat to the floor. aurelie: Thoughtful of you to leave the windows clear, if only briefly~ cleome: I did recall you enjoy the view, when you’re showing off. But, yes, for /my/ comfort I shall amend that now. Computer, bedroom windows to one-way mode, and tint to 80%. aurelie: Big author doesn’t like being seen, hmm? cleome scratches their chest fluff uncomfortably and aurelie puts one paw on the bed between their legs, leaning forward and smirking. aurelie: You’re /very/ cute. cleome: Look who’s talking. she kneels down beside cleome and they reposition the charcuterie between them to share. aurelie: So, your surprise–I’d wondered if there’d /be/ a next session, after last time. cleome: Elaine’s outburst? Not to worry, we talked it over and mutually apologized. aurelie: That’s… mature of you both, actually. cleome: Yes, well, I suspect she mainly desired not to be marginalized at the table–for her, the political and personal can be intertwined. I do not blame her for the circumstances of her birth, nor do I envy the position in which it’s left her. aurelie munches a decorated cracker thoughtfully, remembering elaine in her green dress from the last game session. cleome, ruffling aurelie’s hair: Be kind to people and ruthless to systems, as the saying goes. Ah, do try the brie with jam, lovely pairing. aurelie: I was /getting/ to that!

in the meantime, you can check out the website gallery for miscellaneous art, and there's always the 12-page prologue comic "The Choreographer"! p10-13

shorter nilgai woman: Priyanka Chowdhury. I manage Mekkai’s mechatronics department. aurelie: Nice to meet you. priyanka: If you would follow me to my office? they cross a floor of hexagonal cubicles with computers and some personal touches, a city visible outside. priyanka: A storied name, Spellmire. aurelie: Thanks, I… chose it myself? priyanka: Chose it–? Ah, yes, the social nurseries. You would have been among their first beneficiaries, then. aurelie: It’s sometimes hard to imagine how different things must have been before. priyanka: Not so very different. Please, have a seat. I was already working–here, in fact–when all of the… unpleasantness occurred. out the window between office buildings is a rooftop basketball court and garden. her desk has a newton’s cradle, a bowl of candy, a computer, and a namecard. on her screen are emails, a mechanical diagram, and aurelie’s info on file through the state, which has a bear-head logo. priyanka: We’re a co-op now, of course, but business remains business. Though it /is/ easier to field candidates now–speaking of which, do I have your permission to access your central file? aurelie: Sure. priyanka: Let me take a look here… Aurelie Spellmire: 26–yes, Abenfeld Federal Nursery, I see–18 years there, standard public schooling, no particular honors… studied Mechanical Engineering nearby, Universität Klauenstadt, 3.2 GPA, senior project, and automated solar tracker… graduated Spring 1003, and then… Hm, nothing more. All correct? aurelie has seated herself and looks nervous. aurelie: *Gulp* Yes, ma’am. priyanka: Priyanka.

priyanka: I suspect you are thinking, “Oh dear, five long years, how shall I explain this to the intimidating woman I’ve just met?” Mm? aurelie: You could say that. priyanka: Rest assured, it is against company policy for such circumstances to impact your candidacy. And, I should add, against the /law/ to discriminate based on recipiency of public housing or basic income. Chai? aurelie: Uh, yes, please. aurelie looks at priyanka’s accolades (30 years with the company, general manager title, diploma) as priyanka pours steaming orange liquid from an electric kettle into clay mugs. priyanka: So you see, when I ask what brings you here /today/, you know it is because I would like to get to know /you/, and not because I am looking for a story or a justification. What brings you here today, Ms. Spellmire? aurelie, taking the mug offered to her: Aurelie. priyanka: Aurelie. aurelie: Well, I…… priyanka, sipping: Take your time. aurelie: I mean, I want to /do/ something. Contribute. Apply the skills I’ve been given. Solve problems. she remembers her younger self and grins. aurelie: I’m /curious/. I like learning why things are how they are, whether they can be improved. I want to /grow/. And I wasn’t doing that at home. priyanka: I see. Yes, this aligns with what I heard from your listed reference–that you’re determined, creative. Someone who rises to a challenge. She also seemed to imply you’re a witch–? aurelie’s tail puffs as she chokes on her chai.

aurelie, wiping her mouth and looking away: That’s, um–It was… one of those things you do for attention in high school, you know? Just an aesthetic, and uh, for roleplaying games, that kind of thing. Temporary. priyanka: Mm, it /did/ seem to be a slip of the tongue. My apologies if I’ve dredged up some awkward memories. There’s no need to be embarrassed. aurelie: Oh, I’m fine!! It’s all good. priyanka, pointing: Your tail is redecorating my office. magazines have been strewn about the floor by aurelie’s nervously flicking tail. she jolts to her feet, tail knocking over her chair. she grabs for her tail and grins awkwardly. priyanka, with a serious look: Ahem. Getting back to business–I take it, then, that you are /not/ a practicing mage? aurelie, a pit in her stomach: Correct. priyanka, typing: And by your presence here and… vivacious demeanor, neither are you suffering Doldrums. aurelie, picking up the chair and still holding her tail: N-no. Are you seeing that a lot? priyanka: It never hurts to check. Don’t mind the mess. aurelie spaces out staring guiltily into the newton’s cradle as priyanka reads canned disclaimers. priyanka: Well,then, let me tell you a bit about the company. Seeing as you /do/ currently reside in public housing, you should know that we sponsor relocation and subsidize rent at an upscale complex in Eastside, just three stops from this site. You might consider stopping by on your way home to get a feel for the area. Of course, Mekkai also offers a wide range of competitive benefits, such as … “...internationally-renowned consultancy and contracting solution with three thousand worker-owners, eight offices, and dozens of active partnerships.” This is painfully dry, I know, just one of these formalities. “By applying to the company, you acknowledge your eligibility to become a class-three worker-owner in good standing …”

priyanka: …That concludes our behavioral interview. Jarmo Kari will join you in Poincaré conference room for the technical portion. It’s just down the hall– aurelie: Te–A technical interview?! But I– priyanka: Applied for the junior custodian position, yes. I’ve taken the liberty of transferring your application to my own group. aurelie: I didn’t– priyanka: Study? Yes, that will be taken into account. aurelie: I thought I’d work my way up the ladder priyanka: Not how it works. If it doesn’t work out, I’m sure you’ll make a fine janitor. Will there be anything else? aurelie scratches her head, stunned, then stands and deeply bows. aurelie: Thank you. Really. I’ll make the most of this opportunity. priyanka: That’s all I ask for. It was a pleasure meeting you, Aurelie. aurelie: Likewise, Priyanka. aurelie points at a door next to priyanka’s office. she nods and re-enters, locking the door without noticing a strange pink glow at her desk. priyanka: Strange girl. I do hope she applies herself. Hm? the newton’s cradle has started swinging with rhythmic ticks. elsewhere, white-furred hands prepare to play the piano as a metronome tocks. piano: Ready~?

wanted to return to weekly pages this month, but model sheets are coming along slower than expected, there are website updates i wanna make, and i'm recovering from physical burnout while work remains stressful. please bear with me! p6-9

CHAPTER 1: TO TRANSCEND rain falls on an abandoned manufacturing facility in forested hills. windows are broken, delivery trucks sit idle, grass peeks through the asphalt, and ivy scales the walls. graffiti reads “FUCK WORK” and “WE ARE NOT DRONES” and “GO HOME AND LIVE”. newer graffiti appears in blue and red with doodles of silly faces and “hewwo”. on the second floor is an employee lounge where a note reads “15 Min Max PER SHIFT!”. in the window, a young catgirl lights a candle. aurelie: Aaaalmost ready…

inside the lounge, aurelie rummages in her backpack,standing around lit candles and a magic circle drawn on the floor. aurelie: Hey quit that, come sit in the circle. olivia: ‘M thirsty though. olivia tries the water cooler, which dispenses dust and a fly into her paper cone. she drops it and flumps into the circle. olivia: Tch. Hey Aurelie? aurelie: Yeah Liv? olivia: Why’d they get rid of magic? aurelie: They didn’t get /rid/ of magic, that’s impossible. Once you awaken your power, it’s a part of you forever. olivia: That’s not what I meant. Why’s it banned? Or /mostly/ banned. Since you’re being pedantic. aurelie: Well… there were some accidents, you know. Explosions, assassinations, plagues, wars, that kind of stuff. olivia fearfully imagines a feral dragon breathing fire over a village also being zapped by a robed wizard high in a tower. aurelie, setting strange bagged ingredients on the counter next to a mortar and pestle: –But they really /shouldn’t/ have banned it! Look, it took centuries to figure out mundane means to replicate even /basic/ spells. Like this! olivia, sulking: Doesn’t look basic to me…

aurelie, pouring fluid over the mixed ingredients in the mortar: I think they were probably just jealous of mages having cool powers. So they turned the wizard colleges into boring normie ones, broke up the witches’ covens, made it illegal to cast on people… Or cast in public, or mess with your -skin, or do /anything/ cool… ‘S really dumb, just pretending that whole /era/ never existed. olivia: So… aren’t we gonna get in trouble? aurelie: Fenestra–/Wait./ Do you hear that? olivia freezes and trembles. a pink hand reaches from out of frame to boop her shoulder. olivia: WAUGH!! the hand is aurelie’s, which had reached through a portal. olivia slaps it away. olivia: /Aurelie!!/ What the /heck!!/ aurelie, laughing and wiping away a tear: Okay, okay, sorry. We’re fine. That was mean. But funny. aurelie ruffles olivia’s hair. she crosses her arms, blushing and fuming. aurelie: But you see? /I’ve/ never gotten in trouble. They probably haven’t enforced magic law in centuries. I bet no one knows how!

aurelie: Look, I’m a /hundred/ percent sure this will work. But just say the word, ‘n we’ll erase the circle and toss this goop. The mundane option is still there–y’know, pills, shots, surgery. What’ll it be, Liv? olivia sighs and smiles: I… I trust you, Aurelie. And–thanks for going to all this trouble just for me. It means a lot. aurelie: Heehee! Yeah, it’s for you, naturally–but I’m /also/ here for the light show. aurelie lights the mortar contents which take on a cyan flame. blue smoke wafts out of the bowl and around the pages as the candles, now giving pink and blue light, float with their saucers around the pair. an unnatural glow emanates out the window. olivia starts to change as lettering on her shroud glows and the magic circle alights. aurelie works the smoke around her arms, channeling energy. aurelie: Of course, with a specialist from the /high magic/ era, we wouldn’t have needed the shroud, which could’ve saved us a /lot/ of time, or the candles, or the incense, or even the circle. But each component makes the spell that much /stronger./ /And/ less prone to blowback. And there’s one /last/ element in my favor… They wrote that a better mage kept half a mind to their spell, and half to their /ambitions./ Easy enough for me! Cause when /I/ grow up, I’m gonna be the one who brings magic back. And /everyone/ will know the name– ???: Aurelie Spellmire? aurelie, now an adult, sits anxiously in a pale green room, wearing earrings and a suit with a skirt. behind her, a screen showing upcoming events lists the date and time as monday, 14th of march, year 1008, 11:34.

PANOPTICAT chapter 1, complete with new transcription! (18+ later) thanks to the woods for captioning help with the 8k words it became :3
ch2 launching early next year, read the whole comic for free at panopticat.com! please enjoy this labor of love ♥ p1-5

with a smirk at the audience, furry feline aurelie dumps a bucket of cold water on the rabbit olivia who's sunbathing peacefully. she recoils from the shock and comically fights aurelie while cleome (antlion) looks on with cold beverages. a sopping olivia stomps away as aurelie's now buried headfirst in the sand

and a second piece i made for the furry zine below, a silly little comic strip featuring our panopticat creatures :3 this is the second time aurelie's died at the beach, idk why she keeps going there
edsite.black/RFF%20Zine%2...

silly sharga art for a swimsuit-themed zine i contributed to a couple months ago :3 read it here for free! edsite.black/RFF%20Zine%2...

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that's a chapter wrap!! see you in november~ i'll post a megathread of chapter 1 with alt text soon, but you can always read everything for free at panopticat.com !
#furry #indie #sfw #comic

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;-; kitty's home
#furry #indie #sfw #comic

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oh yeah it's these little miscreants
#furry #indie #sfw #comic

made a couple pieces for this furry swimsuit-themed zine w friends that i will post here eventually!! please go check it out :3
edsite.black/RFF%20Zine%2...

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in panopticat the cat save you. ch1 finishing next month yippeeee!! #furry #indie #comic #nsfw #ass

GOD..... absolutely decimated thank u for this ❤️‍🔥

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please read @dregadraws.bsky.social 's comic panopticat.com so you'll understand how bad I want Aurelie to beat this mage's ass