That’s what my username on e6ai.net should have been! Lou Dart!

Because I make lewd art. Get it?

Anyhow, I keep making the stuff so I figured I would share some more of it.

DISCLAIMER : The following is absolutely filthy in more than one sense of the word.

But we will start off, as usual, with something wholesome.

Awww, ain’t he a sweetie? I just want to pick him up and cuddle him and nuzzle his lil ears and the top of his head.

Or give his fluffy lil tummy a good rubbing. I bet he’d love that.

I also did this one,.

He looks like he’s going off to have an adventure!

One last wholesome piece. This one comes with a story.

That’s a good question because the wombat on the left, in the red jacket, just showed up spontaneously when I was messing around with Captain Wombat.

I wanted to give Stable Diffusion a challenge so I told it to draw a wombat in a bomber jacket and a captain’s hat drinking a milkshake.

I never told it to give him an “affectionate companion”, but here we are!

I’d say that was his First Mate, but no, that was ages ago.

On to the smut! Starting with a master giving his dog his favorite treat.

This is the only time I have managed to make a pic of cock sucking where more than just like half the tip is in the mouth.

So of course, it came while I was trying to get it to depict rimming. Something I have yet to get it to do.

One would think showing a furry with their tongue against someone’s butthole would be a lot less complicated than a penis disappearing into a canine muzzle, but here we are.

And now for the token bit of female content for this set of pics.

This is what Simba saw right after Nala gave him that “come hither” look in during “Can You Feel The Love Tonight” in Disney’s The Lion King.

I love her eager, playful, horny expression. She knows that she’s got the goods and she is looking forward to putting them to good use.

Whereas she saw something kind of like this :

And of course, into everyone’s life, a little rain must fall, so…

Here we catch Professor Dingo in the act of marking your homework.

Professors often need relief from the buildup of academic pressure.

And here we have a handsome rat demonstrating the two major kinds of shower :

I wonder if he needs help scrubbing?

And finally, we see what happens when one of our golden boys goes pro.

I love my imagination. Don’t you?

Don’t ask why the pipe is there, though. It just showed up too.

More after the break.

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Pain heralds growth, growth brings pain

Growth often hurts.

That’s because fall into the trap of having a fixed sense of self that resist all change, no matter how positive, as if it was a threat to our very life.

And so we fight our own evolution, Often successfully, I’m sad to say.

None more so than me. My bunker mentality of continuous crisis mode has made me cling to the life I have like it’s my only shelter in a killer storm. One that is barely big enough to fit me because it was made by and for a child, and therefore I have had to stay scrunched up in a ball just to stay minimally “safe”.

And certainly, in such a fix, growth is out of the question. In fact, all growth must be brutally suppressed as the mortal threat it surely must be.

After all, we don’t want to end up out there in the storm, do we?

But there is no storm. Hasn’t been one for more than thirty years. I’m living in fear of a crisis that simply does not exist, and that’s the hard truth of the matter.

In fact, the fear persists despite all the evidence against it precisely because the system relies on it. If I was to truly accept and embrace that nuclear winter is over and it’s safe to leave my underground bomb shelter and return to the surface. my whole way of life would collapse and I really would have to grow and evolve and adapt.

And by this point, that would be such an enormous change that it really does feel like death. Or worse than death, chaos.

There are a lot of times people would rather die – or kill – rather than live in a world that no longer makes any sense to them.

And it only gets worse as you get older and less able to adapt. Including myself. So if I am going to get over this whole fixed sense of self nonsense, it bad better be soon.

So here goes.

Who I am now is but one step towards who I will be tomorrow, and that person will be but a stepping stone to the next, and the next, and so on till the day I die.

Just as I know that I am the same person that I was when I was a child, despite how much I have changed since then, I know that no matter how much I change in the future, I will still be me.

There is no threat to who I am as a person, no matter how I grow, or how much I change, or who I become.

So there is no need to fight to stay the same. Let the changes come. Let the growth begin. Let the walls fall down to let the sunshine in.

Let me become.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.