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Koturday.

While every dog has its day, that day is not caturday. Shoo shoo dogs.

It's caturday again.

Apawcalypse now
>Laze about on your small boat
>Watching the jungle go by
>Watch out for kots - they said
>You'll get whacked by a club - they said
>Meanwhile you're just enjoying the amazing flora without a care in the world
>Hot days like these were made for lounging, but one thing's missing
>Go down to your cosy room to fetch a beer from the minifridge
>Gone for like... 20 seconds at most
>Come back
>Deck is swamped with kots
>Kots lounging on their backs
>on their fronts
>over the rigging
>across the deck
>on the roof
>it's a carpet of blonde and black spots
>turn around
>there's a kot in your room now too
>"took you long enough, we've been waiting for ages for you to get distracted..." one kot yawns, "normally we'd have your pelvis broken for going in our territory like this... but it's too damn hot."
>"nice boat" another mumbles, stretching her paws out
>fucking ocelomeh camoflauge

>Be order explorer
>Find strange cat person in jungle you're trying to colonize
>Say hello
>It looks at you funny
>Replies in a language you don't understand
>She looks scary though, don't want to get on her bad side
>Think about how you used to interact with the stray cats in your old home city
>Kneel down, stick hand out, start rubbing your fingers together
>PSPSPSPSPSPSPS
>Strange cat person looks at you even more funny
>Starts walking towards you
>Stops about a foot away, leans down, sticks her paw out and
>PSPSPSPSPSPSPS
>First contact made

>you were sick
>...again.
>standing at the door to your house, your cold and wet fingers fumble to get the keys in the lock. Fates’s final fuck you after an hour of commuting back from work in the sleet.
>you hated the snow, the ice, the rain – just winter in general.
>how your wife put up with weather like this you will never know
>you hated winter, but you hated your keys even more. Cursing, you try ramming them in with full force
>splash
>you feel a vein pulse in your forehead
>you reach down with trembling hands to pick your keys back up, but then, your door opens for you
>”Ah… dinner’s arrived. I thought I smelled something delicious.”
>you look up at ocelomeh wife, leaning against the door frame with a playful smile on her face
>her tail swishes down and around her leg, coming to a stop underneath your chin to give it a tickle
>A single touch of your clammy face is enough for her to back off, sending her tail literally between her legs.
>As you stand back up, you try to laugh, only for a chesty cough to come in its place
>That playful, slightly predatory grin vanishes
>”Tezcatlipoca above, you’re freezing cold.” she leans over you, reaching down to plant the back of her paw against your forehead.
>Her paw’s fur is spiky. It’s only when you, being desperate for something warm, press your head further into it does it squish into something softer, and more comfortable.
>”Anon… how long were you out in the rain for?”
>Your reply, combined with the stormy hail pelting down behind you, makes her ears flatten
>”Oh anon… what the hell were you thinking? Let me fix you up a warm bath and a hot meal – right this second.”
>Before you can protest, you are brought into your wife’s tight embrace
>Her paws wrap around your waist and lift you up, pressing your mid-section into her own
>You can feel her soft, pillowy chest caress you, made all the softer by her woolly weresheep sweater
>One paw stays around your hips, her strong, yet lithe form being strong enough to support your body weight with just a single arm.
>Hard to believe such a strong warrior would have such a gentle and affectionate side to her. In fact, you were about the only person in the world allowed to see this jaguar’s more housecat-like side.
>Her other paw rests around the back of your head. She guides your face into the brown, heady nook underneath her chin.
>Your mouth and nose and all senses become engulfed in the soft jungle that is her neck fluff
>A breath in eases your stuffy and raw nose. The mellow smell of her passion fruit conditioner mixes with her natural vanilla scent. Already you feel your stressed mind ease up
>The velvety white hairs of her mane tickle your nostrils,
>”You better not sneeze on me.”
>You smile into your wife’s chest. You hear her giggle and chuff like a big cat through the fluff around your ears.
>She carries you towards the bathroom. The entire trip is pleasant, and not bumpy at all – she carries you like the most precious of cargo, even more precious than her own sword.
>Throughout the journey, you feel the claws on the back of your head slowly drift through your hair. She is beyond careful not to scratch or harm you, rather, it feels like a professional massage or accupuncture. The added sensation of her paw beans squishing and crinkling against your skull, plus her borderline soporofic mane, makes you almost drift off in her grasp before you even reach the bath
>Moreover, as you ease up and go limp, it fires all of her predatory instincts. She clutches you tighter and tighter against her body, making sure nobody touches you and EVERYBODY knows who you are married to.
>Not that anyone can see her protective display, of course.
>Not yet.
>Though that pregnancy test is coming in the mail tomorrow

Since I finally finished my last work, it's time to write my submission for the writing contest.
I think I'm going to write a cute, fluffy short about a young guy sitting next to a kejourou on his trip back from high school and bonding during their shared commutes.
I also want to have the boy's mom be a monsterised human, who encourages him to ask her out.
Nothing fancy or too complicated, just something light-hearted and cute.

Haven't decided what the mom is going to be yet. Maybe demon or hebi? If people have any suggestions, I'll take them.

writefag status?

>>45217269
maybe, please submit yourself to the largest jungle kot you can find for analysis

Hi everyone, it's dogfaced. I'm back with the first half of my latest story.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51182023/chapters/129323473

This one features a proud warrior ocelomeh, an eccentric explorer mad hatter, and a few others.

It's set after the portals open. A hiker gets the opportunity to explore the demon realms, but under the guidance of two monster tour guides. He isn't happy about the arrangement and the two monsters love a bit of hunting, so they decide to make a game out of it. He gets a headstart to adventure by himself, but after that they will be hot on his tail.
Can he evade the sharp senses of an ocelomeh and the sharper cunning of a mad hatter, or will he fall victim to their skills?
Hope you give it a read.

Thank you for the support my story got last thread. I am in the process of planning my next one and would like the thread's input.

The basic premise is that a guy goes through the portals to go camping/explore the wilderness, and ends up getting stalked/hunted by his two MG 'Tour guides'. Ocelomeh seems like a pretty obvious fit for one of the girls, but I would like people's thoughts on what the other should be.
For context, I'm planning the oceleomeh to be reserved, quiet, competent, but has ferocious side that sometimes comes out like other oceleomeh. She is an environmentalist and believes in living with nature, rather than destroying/conquering it. With that in mind, do people have any suggestions for what MG/type of character the other one should be, or any other input? Gracias.

One last rapekot before bed

rapekot

I wasn't super familiar with Ocelomehs but now I think they're in my top 5. What is it about fierce girls that's so sexy?

Demon
Manticore
Hellhound
Ocelomeh
Yeti

>>37940162
How could I dare suggest the qualities of a proper husband to someone like (you)? You are perceptive to notice that it could be the responsibility of a husband to enjoy such attentions. But what is the point of husbands receiving pleasure from one of the few socially acceptable public displays of affection granted to warriors?

It isn't as if the stifling and formal social life of warriors depends on the receptive support of sacrifices. No, your manly instincts to shrink from supporting your warrior and to listlessly complain must be the correct choices for society. Please continue being a model of the kind of husbando you were. It is one of the kinds of husbands that Ocelomeh society will discuss for generations unending.

>>37940218
Men are simple beings, so a simple method is called for to appeal to them. Stoicism is foreign to men, notice that even their genitals cannot keep themselves out of the way? Modesty is a trait that must be nurtured in men. This is another area where the genitals of the weaker sex display their hysterical over-emotionalism. God and Nature have fortunately provided us with the an appropriate method. The sacrifice is the prime method to teach the lacking virtues to men. Miraculously it works for all forms of male deficiency. Warriors enfold the rash emotional hysteria of men in a core of martial stoicism. By repeated motion and the mixing of humours, the stoicism of the warrior is used to wean the man from his coquettish and irascible nature, so that they may become a responsible member of society. Given his childish nature, even a well trained man will need to irreverently spray emotion every where. It is fortunate that warriors take pride in restraining men so they can indulge in their childish fits safely.

>>37367016
We have lost too many good men to the jungle. I will go in, find our missing men and bring them back!

>>34249449
What's aztec for tom?

This cat has been sitting up on a tree branch outside my bedroom window for the past three days, she keeps switching from threatening to alluring gestures and refuses to wear a shirt. I've called the police but they say they can't do anything about her due to cultural sensitivity. I'm running out of beer and will have to leave the house soon, any ideas on how to get her to leave?