Until Tumblr has officially imploded I’m still gonna upload all the goofy vore stuff I can to here. This was me experimenting around with some ideas on drawing panels with the idea of a panel that’s just monster’s lips (other panels would be around a single one to give better context...)
Belated birthday gift art for the awesome MisterDoD featuring their characters Nikki, Ginger, and Jessica caught in both various stages of shrinking and under a massively squishy bear paw.
when you’re a hungry, giant jack in the box and have a bumpy start with a blind little 4-foot-tall jester creature (said jester is Lund’Ore who is ghostbellies’s character!)
Practicing returning to comics and setting up my page workflow again with a comic about Gayle being a typical dust bunny. I really like the new tablet now that I got to spend a lot of time with it, and most of that time was inking the folds in Gayle’s jumpsuit.
Just in time for Halloween, and a project I’ve been working on this month as I’ve been enjoying writing quite a lot, here’s the next entry in my “Work Sucks: Short Stories” series.
Except, it’s not quite short, as I got quite carried away in this story featuring Gayle and Terra investigating a supposedly haunted hotel. This features a ton of suction peril through many scenes, and soft vore, so just a forewarning there. Basically it’s an entire arc that would appear in the Work Sucks comic, just on its own here!
Read the full story after the break. Feedback is welcomed.
Story I worked on this month featuring a ton of windy peril and some soft vore scenes. Check it out, but just be warned I also got carried away and it’s quite long!
A bit of a writing exercise to keep practicing, but also to just write a story entirely based around a rampaging vacuum machine. Also takes place in a completely robotified world, with robotic heroes (such as Jett) saving the citizens of Robotica from giant vacuum robots sent in to hoover everyone up.
It's goofy, and only focused on a vacuum peril scene, while trying a little tiny bit of world building on the side. Thanks to Toxygen for their inspiration for the idea, and also doing a final proofreading pass to fix any errors they caught as well as adding bits to the story. Read after the break!
[Content-warning: vacuum peril, robots]
“Jett, we need you!”
The sentinel droid was quick to make the call, just as the Vac Bot planted all three clawed legs into the ground at Robotica's City Square. Its perfect tripod was formed, and from the top of the beast a hatch SHOOOMED open, its rubber funnel mouth shooting straight up and out. A long, thick rubber neck connected the funnel to the mechanical body. The funnel's wide base slammed down on the ground, with each pair of eyes lighting up on its sides as a loud WHIRRING filled the area.
As if opening a ready maw the funnel flared wide and the tough rubber vibrated with the force of the air rushing in. The citizens of Robotica didn't have much time to scramble to safety. Some were able to reach a hiding spot but most had to find something to hold onto. The sentinel droid wasn't as lucky. Having focused first on calling for help, they scrambled to grab and claw at the city streets as the suction carried them close to the large machine.
Others watched the scene in dismay. All they could do was find something to anchor to as the winds pulled at their android bodies. Many wore jumpsuits that fluttered in the intense wind, and those with more traditional armors like metal, plastic, or rubber didn't find themselves any more aerodynamic. They were just as easily pulled closer.
The sentinel was the only one in the square not currently anchored. He slipped closer and closer to the vacuum's funnel, and just then, as their robotic feet lifted up and toward the throat of the funnel, and their fingertips just barely held to a nearby curb in the street, a flash shot out from the nearby alleyway.
A streak combining of energy, fire, and roaring engine plucked the sentinel away before they flew into the vacuum. There, in the arms of a robotic lady clad in titanium armor, patterned in the style of a blue and orange jumpsuit, the sentinel knew he was safe.
“Jett! By golly you're just in-”
“Can it, Stanley!” Jett barked. Her powerful jet engine, blasting from out of her shoulder blades, was enough to keep her airborne and carry another android. She wasn't sure how much it could help resisting the Vac Bot at the same time, and was quick to find a landing place behind a section of fence.
Even as far away as the two landed from the vacuum beast, its pull easily reached them. They both braced against the fence as they were sucked into it, the chains rattling and heaving in toward the center of the city square. It was uncomfortable, yet the best place to rest her jet engine, as steam bellowed from her shoulder blades and swirled into the vortex of air.
An internal warning beep faded in her head, and she could again focus. To the left of the two, another droid clung to the fence from the other side, their legs kicking back into the air as their cloth jumpsuits fluttered in the wind. They were one of the rubber droid models, the most common and lightweight in the city. As a result, vacuums were the weapon of choice against such a population.
The android's panicked stare didn't pierce Jett's confidence as she ordered to Stanley, “Alright, I'm going to see what I can do. You rescue who you can.”
“Rescue?” the sentinel gulped. Cowards, as always.
Jett grabbed him by the collar with her right and left hand. The toes of her robotic feet clenching to the fence, she used all her might to easily toss Stanley to the side of the fence. He swung around the edge, grasping hold as the winds carried him, and didn't need any more orders to know to start climbing over to the droid in trouble. Stanley would be fine.
Jett boosted herself up to the top of the fence, resisting every urge to flip over. The Vac Bot wasn't relenting, but the citizens were doing their best to keep from flying inside. Her eyes darted across the city square to look for who to help first. In most cases, droids were in good spots to get away or hang on long enough. Jett smirked, ready to make a quip, but bit her robotic lips as the worse case scenario happened.
A nearby bus stop splintered apart. The robots who had taken shelter there tumbled toward the Vac Bot instantly as the debris flew right into its funnel. One bot managed to hang onto some remnants of the station in time, with another sentinel bot edging its way closer to help. One less bot to worry about, but two more were going to be much more of a problem.
They tugged, and grappled, and yanked at each other, as if fighting one another instead of fighting against what was sucking them closer by the second. Their robotic bodies clanged under their suits, and they easily bounced off each other in the scramble, finally realizing what they should have been worrying about in the first place. They called out for help as their bodies lifted up, the winds wrapping and pulling over their metallic bodies. As Stanley had before, they grasped at the ground to no avail.
One robot, the male, with a stronger upper frame covered by rubbery vest, tumbled by a bench bolted down to the street. He quickly grasped to the frame, fingertips bending some of the tough steel with the power only a robot could. The lady bot, a wider, more rounder and bouncy frame, hit the back of the bench and struggled to keep behind it. The winds easily yanked her up over it, and in her confusion she desperately grasped at the male bot until finally getting a solid hold on his rubbery feet.
Jett sighed. Everyone else seemed fine except for these two hanging on in a mechanical chain of panicked parts. It should be easy enough. Zip in, zip out, beat that vacuum up. She never fought a vacuum so large before, and the power it had was enough to give her pause. Who sent this monstrosity? And for what nefarious purpose?
She didn't have time to pause. The air cried out around her and quickly she realized the vacuum was powering up. Her legs were kicking up behind her, forcing her to brace harder against the fence. She gave out a strained exclamation as the vacuum force pulled her over the fence, her legs pointing right at the direction of the Vac Bot. Stanley was having a hard time pulling the other robot around the fence, and if they were having trouble, this couple by the bench must have been going through a nightmare of a time.
“Wish me luck!” Jett smiled and let go, not sure if that reached anybot's ears. Her jet pack revved up as the winds carried her. She soared over the couple but didn't care. The Vac Bot's funnel grew larger behind her at such an astonishing rate. She got this. She always had this. She was so sure, as the jet pack's energy burst out of her. She had this.
She didn't have this, it turned out.
If robots could go pale, the energy would have drained from Jett's face. She was sure this was enough force, but she hardly moved. Her jet pack was working, she was sure. She could feel the heat and energy and force screaming behind her, but she barely budged. She wasn't getting any farther away from the sucking gullet trying its best to inhale her. The wind remained relentless around her body, her plated, stylized hair rattling against her face and scalp. This wasn't just any kind of wind, though. It was a powerful suction, drawing in all of her energy from her jet pack as it rushed right inside the rubbery throat of the vacuum threat.
“Ah crap ah crap ah crap!” Jett laughed to hide her frustration. The suction felt strong enough to rip her limbs off as the funnel loomed behind her, growing wider by the second as she slipped further and further back. She had to be at one hundred percent now. The heat alone at her backside terrified her. She was going to fly apart, she thought. Bolts and springs were going to explode out of her. It took her everything to jet at full power, and yet she was slipping inside this vacuum's mouth. Her cocky expression and mannerisms were broken in that moment, as she realized just what kind of peril she was in. It seemed as though Jett was better at saving others than herself.
Her hands braced at the sides, feeling the insides of the rubber hose at the back of the funnel's mouth. The suction was incredible, and the winds inside this space roared more intensely than her own jet engine's. Her fingertips slipped along the hose as she slid deeper, inching backwards and the frame of the world in her view got rounder and smaller.
How embarrassing to be defeated so easily. She'd owe quite an explanation to the commander.
As if the words were being carried along in the wind, Jett's ears picked up on a transmission. “Jett, now's your chance!” The words came from Stanley, then a flash followed. In that moment she could see Stanley through the inside of the hose. Other robots held his ankles as he faced toward the mighty Vac Bot, with a full Zapper Cannon in his arms. A burst of electricity sparked from the cannon and shook the vacuum at its core. It weakened in that moment, with Jett still operating at one hundred percent.
Jett burst out of the funnel, the suction still nipping at her backside, but the vacuum couldn't pull her back. A familiar beeping and buzzing filled her mind. She kept focus on her goal despite this. “Hang on!” she cried out. Without saying another word she yanked the arms of the male robot from his hold, almost shattering the bench. The female bot clenched to his toes as tight as she could, keeping that chain formed to keep from being pulled apart by the velocity. With Jett's patented toss, she launched the pair toward a group of androids sheltered by a wall, and they were quick to pull them in.
“J~*buzz*~tt!” was the only thing Jett could make out in her mind as the beeping intensified, then at its most pounding sensation, immediately ceased. Static filled her vision. Error messages cascaded across her HUD. A shock struck at her shoulders, and the ground smacked her in her face as she collided with the curb. She came to a skidding stop.
She then started to skid back from where she came. She laid there, rolling and sliding motionless, with steam jetting from her body in all directions, the steam swirling back into the funnel of the Vac Bot. The whirring had died down but it hadn't stopped.
Her diagnostics kicked in and her vision shortly returned. Steadily, Jett's circuits sparked to life. Jett had taken many a blow by villains in the past, but who knew she would do the most catastrophic damage to herself? Her fingers ratcheted about and then clenched to the first things they could, that being the same bench the robot couple held to that had nearly been ripped from its bolting. The metal creaked as Jett was being pulled back toward the vacuum once more, the sense of panic slowly creeping up on her. Still, she deluded herself somehow winning against this hurricane-force suction, and being praised as a hero. Her toes grasped and reached for the ground, and after barely making contact, lifted up and locked toward the back of the vacuum's throat. Both hands clenched to the arm rest of the bench as it heaved and twisted with an incredible strain. Busted from earlier, it was just a mess of metal now only held down by a couple devastated bolts.
“J-Jett! Come in!” Stanley's voice crackled over the static at the back of her mind.
“Yeah, is everyone safe?”
“Yes! Jett, everyone's safe but you! What do we do?”
Jett laughed, a bolt ripping from the bench and pinging her in the face. No wonder this city was always under attack. No one knew how to tie their own shoes. “Call for backup, Stanley! Please!” she scolded, a hint of unease in her voice. The bench stretched with more metallic groaning, her hands slipping to the ends of the armrest. Her legs kicked up, now feeling her feet barely touching against the rubbery funnel.
The air vibrated around her whole body. The wind twisted and tugged as the vacuum's power steadily returned after the attack from earlier. The suction was unbearable now that she could feel her knees grazing the bottom lip of the funnel, her legs locked in the jet-stream of air getting sucked into the back of it. Another bolt ripped out and flew by her. Her anchor, what was once the park bench, all but had the appearance of a bulky metal rope at this point.
The funnel lips were entering Jett's peripheral vision. Another bolt pinged by. The screeching metal was the final warning that her last lifeline from getting sucked in was about to go. Her last hope was that gravity would be stronger than the horizontal force for just a moment as she let go of the bench. She dropped down instantly, while the vacuum's suction was quick to slurp her almost entirely into the funnel, with Jett releasing a panicked squeal in response. Her fingers grasped tightly into the dense rubber of the funnel, and her body smacked against the bottom of the funnel and hose.
She expected the metal bench to rip off and fly towards her. What she didn't expect was for the high pitched cry to escape her lips as the twisted metal just barely missed her. What remained of the bench flew out of sight and down the throat of the vacuum. With that out of the way, all the vacuum had to focus on was sucking her in.
“No no no!” she cried out as the vacuum pulled around her body tighter than ever. Her eyes darted around the funnel, the sense of panic now gripping her by the shoulders much like the suction. She briefly attempted to pull her legs up from out of the throat of the robotic beast, even managing to get her toes hooked over the part where the back of the funnel connected to the main hose. She thought, in that moment, she had enough purchase to spring her way out of the vacuum's “mouth”.
She leapt but lost even more velocity in the process, ending up worse off than she already was. Instead, her legs just straightened out again in the suction. She even felt her soles smack against the top of the hose, with her legs being slurped right back in, carried by the focused winds. Jett reached for funnel's lips yet again, but only panicked whimpers came out of her own as they couldn't get any grip. Like a hand had reached out and grabbed her torso to drag her back, she was sliding deeper into the vacuum's funnel.
Jett's hands slapped, and clawed, and pushed into the thick rubber for any hope to hang on. Thinking quickly, as quickly as Jett's brain could process, she was able to suppress some of the panic that was overcoming her. She jutted her arms to the side, locking elbows and bracing the entire length of her arms against the throat of the machine. She could feel it work as well as it could, and it “working” was enough to make things feel worse.
“Help!” Jett hollered, sure that no one would hear over the roar of the winds and motor deafening her sensors. She hoped, for just a moment, that she would Stanley in view, and maybe help would be on the way. It was more robots, for sure, but all as helplessly trying to hang on and keep from being sucked in.
Jett wanted to slap herself if it didn't mean she'd go flying right in. She was supposed to bring hope to others, and she wouldn't be doing anyone any favors if she were to get sucked in. She had to get this together and quick. She could sense a wave of confidence coming on, and focused all her energies into her jet pack for one last attempt. A wide smirk on her face, she thought she was about to tear out of this vacuum and that it would be payback time. She could see herself tearing the vacuum to shreds, saving civilian bots from the rubble while smiling for the cameras.
There was no revving of her engines. No sudden burst of power as she leapt out of the sucking maw. Just the putter of her engines, and smoke puffing out from her shoulders. Her eyes widened at this, with the rest of her lackadaisical fantasies of escape being sucked away, much like she was about to be.
While braced against the funnel, she was drawn to the center of the hole entering the hose. Her whole body below her armpits was caught in the slipstream of air rushing down the hose. She kicked her legs about in a panic but the suction pulled her straight immediately. She sometimes felt her soles smack against the top of the hose, and tips of her toes poke into the bottom. They'd just slip right back to pointing back into the darkness.
She clung to the insides of the throat, her eyes closed tightly shut as she focused all her strength into her grip in a last ditch attempt to resist. After much struggle, her arms sparked for a moment and her strength gave, Jett letting out a panicked yelp in response. It was slow, but steady, that she couldn't brace anymore, with her whole body quickly sliding into the hose. Knowing she couldn't hang on anymore, the best Jett could do was attempt to clog herself in there. Arms and legs braced against any direction they could to slow the decent down the throat, a continual string of panicked cries and stutters of “No!” soon following. Jett wanted to cry at this point. Despite how many times she'd fought vacuum suction, it never got any less frightening, and she certainly had never faced a foe this strong before. Even in moments where she felt secured, the rubber vibrated around her, heaved in, helped push her down, and surely she would slip a bit before bracing again.
From the outside of the vacuum's hose one would be able to see hands and other bracing extremities push in and out through the rubber, but the deeper she went, and certainly those impressions gave the looks she was sliding deeper, it was clear the vacuum was winning. At this point, she was nothing to the world but a bulge in the throat of the vacuum.
EMERGENCY was the word that blinded her vision through her sensors as the world went to static. She kept fighting, as she always did, while her bracing turned to sliding, which turned to bouncing, down the rest of the vacuum's throat, shrieking all the while, and she landed right in the middle of all the other junk and robotics sucked into the beast.
Rubber surrounded Jett. She pushed the debris aside and instinctively started punching, but instead, it felt like she was just hitting a rubbery pudding, accommodating every blow. “Guys, don't give up!” she belted out. She froze. Who was going to listen, here?
The stomach undulated around her. Collected parts and robots tossed around, some disappearing down different chutes and sucked into other sections. Jett was overcome with a feeling of isolation, as if the vacuum was sorting her. She kept punching.
Her fists did nothing. A sensation of sinking and constriction came over her know as the walls seemed to be closing in. Folds in the stretchy stomach kneaded and guided her. She was slipping. The walls closing in. Something tugged at her legs and her feet slipped from view. Her eyes widened and static filled them as her night vision failed to boot up. She pushed all around her, the rubber constricting her movements more than ever.
She felt the need to gasp for air. She wanted to laugh at that thought while she pushed back against the tightening rubber walls.
The sound of the vacuum's revving motor was the last thing in Jett's sensors before she powered down.
Outside its own belly, the vacuum roared out in victory as it knew it had accomplished the impossible. In its mind, for as much as it could know about winning and victory, the device was content and reached its programming goals. Its master would be so happy to know the last line of defense was captured. But that last line wasn't the last, as about fifteen more sentinels had gathered with weaponry all their own, and commenced blasting the vacuum to bits.
Only a day passed before Jett was back up and running. No new reports of rampaging vacuums had come in during the time it took for Jett's repairs.
The rebooting process was always a pain, but Jett endured. The wiring and diagnostics surging through her were more than welcomed compared to the darkness she had just experienced. Jett sighed, comforted with the sleek architecture of home base and the recovery ward. Stanley was there, greeting her with a smile, and a welcomed comment about the need for a jet-pack upgrade. The debriefing would be laborious, as it always was, but Jett was confident she'd look pretty cool during the first half.
Jett smiled, “We need to get you a better code-name, Stanley.”
This is part of a series I want to try called “Work Sucks: Short Stories”
Gayle finds a strange mechanical cube he has no idea how to open. Unluckily for him, Kaz is there to help! My first story in a long while, and the start of what I hope to be an occasional thing: short stories that take place in the Work Sucks canon, featuring encounters with monsters and devices I won’t have the time/energy to put into comic form, but can better flesh out in the written word!
Most of these stories won’t impact the overall story of the comic outside some side character moments. They’re meant to be stuff I wish I could draw out on multiple pages but know I won’t have the time to really get to. They’re going to be a bit more fetish focused than the comic itself, which already is a ton focused on that stuff, and I’ll do my best to label them appropriately so readers can get an idea of what they’ll get into.
Read the full story after the break. Feedback welcome on ways that I can format or make the story more enjoyable!
Wishing for a bit of adventure is nice and all, but might be made tougher when you’re tiny and stuck in a trippy vortex world.
A bit of a forward for this: This project is very close to something like a Work Sucks (abstractly mature, adult themes, way more wind/vacuum stuff, etc). Still wanna work on the other comics of course, but this gives me a bit more of an adventurous setup to play with.
So, it’s a side project, giving myself a chance to experiment a bit more, with the coloring, the pacing, the character designs, etc.! It’s meant to be fun for me and draw the usual nonsense I wanna draw, so I hope I can keep it visually entertaining for others as well.
A new project I’m starting with all the same lessons and mistakes I learned through Work Sucks! Probably not as much vore in this one so I dunno how often I’ll post here but there’s still gonna be some stuff I’ll post here when it pops up.
Some concept doodles of my mage idea, one focusing on the tiny gremlin who is technically the main character, and the other focusing on the three main mages. This will be a common peril they all face! Mages aren’t immune to their own magic, and become even weaker to it, turns out.
Experimenting with color and trying to get a feel for the look of this. I’m going to try doing some pages for this, and may aim for a different border style than my usual panels.
A collaborative comic done with the help of @frogbait who colored the inks! Hooper’s got a new design in the Work Sucks universe, and is off to steal a priceless gem on Gayle’s earring. Unfortunately, now part of the Work Sucks universe, he didn’t realize how much of a danger snoring could be!
@frogbait does the comic Swamplanders which you can find at https://frogbait.tumblr.com/ so check it out. Hooper’s fine. In this world, ending up in a belly is just the start of a new adventure.
Some more SHOCKING developments on my mage comic idea. Certainly in a comic about VOID mages I had to show some voids in action, and the cast put in the usual Kaz-based peril.
Also, some refinements to the idea, but the bubble mage is now mostly a human, with a bubble lady being his guardian. The main character is actually a tiny gremlin, like micro sized, who doesn’t use magic but can work on runic technology, which lots of mages are weak to.
Hadley is both an anthropomorphic tornado and a small business owner! They own a super bubbly bar, and their employees love working there, but being a walking tornado, Hadley doesn’t make it as easy to work there. Sure, Hadley has some ways to protect their employees and patrons, but their desire for comfort leads to some awkward situations.
Big toony vacuums with big angry eyes will always be a thing for me. I used to draw these lots before I felt like i had to make them more monstery, which is a shame and can be easily fixed by drawing these guys more. Plus big vacuums like this are way better at sucking in furries from long distances.
