Menage a 3 Fanart

[brnleague99]

IS IT GONE? IS IT GONE?

Let me check...

Nope. It's still there.

My retinas! My beautiful retinas!!!

[Fluffy]

Oh ho! A Senna fanart, you say? Why yes...it is! XD

NSFW

[Don Alexander]

That's awesome!!

*squoths dat butt*

*sqoth sqoth*

[Azrael]

Very nice indeed Fluffy.

[Rocky]

Excellent work, Fluffy. Senna's my least-favourite character by far and I'd happily never see her darken the doors of the strip again but that really is a stunning piece of work.

[Milnoc]

Whew! I thought it was going to be another Gredinus special!

Nicely drawn! An nothing visible between the legs! That could have ruined the illusion!

[Fluffy]

I was actually considering doing a full frontal at some point (censored, for obvious reasons).

[Milnoc]

Fluffy, the image is no longer available. Photobucket pulled it. I can host it on my Web site if you'd like.

[Fluffy]

Feel free.

[Milnoc]

Got a spare copy you can email me? (PM me for my email address) My browser is set just below "paramoid." It doesn't cache anything.

[Fluffy]

yeah, I do - go ahead and note me your email addy and I'll send it over.

[Spidrift]

ORIGIN STORY
Part 1: Rejecting Conventional Morality

The bald-headed man approached the gates of the asylum. He had visited a number of these places in his ... line of work, but few had this level of security. Few needed it. However, the bald-headed man had contacts. He was a respected expert. He had passes and documents that made security melt before him.

He ignored the screams and laughter from most of the cells. Not his problem. Not today. He had come to see someone who mostly produced screams from others - well, that was true of a lot of the patients here, but the problem with this one was that the screamers so often came back willingly for more.

The guards who handled the patient were hand-picked for the job. Their qualifications weren't uncommon - though they were rather less common than many men liked to think - but they were highly specific. The trio assigned this time escorted the patient into the interview room, placed him in a chair, still in his straightjacket, and then withdrew. The visitor assumed that they or their colleagues would be watching through hidden cameras.

"So," said the visitor, "where were we?"

"You wanted to know about my past," said the patient.

"Ah, yes," said the visitor. "We have files on you, of course. They say that you had quite a conventional upbringing..."

"Conventional?" the patient interrupted. "Conventional for the nineteenth century, perhaps. Conventional morality, if that's what you're thinking."

"And you had peers? There were other people of your own age?"

"Oh yes." Suddenly the patient leaned forward and shouted. "They all laughed at me, you know!" Then he was calm again, just as quickly. "It's mostly the girls I remember..." he added softly.

The visitor remained calm. "And so you rejected this conventional morality?" he asked, in a tone of voice that betrayed no hint of judgement.

The patient shrugged as best he could in the straightjacket. "Of course. But that isn't what made me who I am, if that's what you're thinking."

"So you left. Made a life for yourself in the outside world. Made friends, I believe?"

"If you can call them friends."

"You don't?"

"The first two - they pretended to be my friends. But they were lying to me. Lying to me, lying together. Using me."

"Using you?" The visitor looked across the table. There was no hint in the files...

"I only found out later. They were using me for their ... fantasies. They were laughing at me too. Then they left - and put me in ... financial difficulties."

"But you replaced them immediately, I believe. Found two more friends, even."

"No. Just one. The little one." The patient scowled. "The big one doesn't have friends. She can't even pretend to, not very well. She tries, but she doesn't have the knack. The little one - now, she's a good liar."

"I believe that she promised to help you?"

The patient tried again to shrug. "She was using me for her fantasies. I was stupid - I trusted her for a while. But she was making jokes about me behind my back, breaking into my room, tampering with my property. Still" - the patient smiled wolfishly, a sudden hint of what he was known to be capable of - "she taught me something. Kept me on my toes, that one."

"And did you make any other friends?" The visitor had decided that this line of questions was important.

"A couple." The patient looked thoughtful. "One of them was crazy. I mean, I know you think I'm crazy, and that I make other people crazy, but she was really crazy. The kind of crazy that draws you in. Drew me in."

"So you'd blame her..."

"No. Not at all. Not really. I mean, I hate her now - she was trying to use me, use me for her career, use me to help her cover her real nature in front of her father, use me as a punchbag - but that's just what people do, isn't it?"

"Is it?"

"Of course it is. And I fell for it. I couldn't tell bad attention from good attention. I learned from her, too, though. I learned about pain from her."

"You said that there was another friend. Was that the woman who you were seeing at the same time?"

"Her? Good god, no. She was just confused. The little one had thrown her at me to keep me off balance, but she was pretty harmless really. No, doctor, the other so-called friend I made back then was in your line of work. You'd have liked her, I think. She was like you. Meddling with things she didn't understand."

The visitor carefully controlled his reactions. There were some things it was required to keep from patients, or at least tactful not to mention. "Ah, yes," he said. "That one..."

"She took something from me, doctor. Something she couldn't give back." The patient laughed. "Or at least, my parents would have said so. I didn't care, though. I liked her." The laughter ended, faster than it had started. "So of course, she threw me away. Less than a day after she met me, you know?"

The visitor let silence fall for a long moment. "And that was when your powers emerged?" he asked softly.

The patient shook his head. "Around then, I suppose. But I don't think that there was a connection. Actually, I'd already discovered one of them."

"The illusions?"

"No, the addictive power."

"But I thought that you hadn't..."

"Got into a position to use that one?" Laughter again. "No, I hadn't got laid, if that's what you mean. It's a long story. I was tricked and used - by someone else - but you shouldn't underestimate me, doctor. That which does not kill me makes me so much stronger."

"Nietzsche?"

"Pardon?"

"That quotation. Friedrich Nietzsche. Twilight of the Idols."

"Is it?" The patient looked bored. "I heard it in a movie somewhere. I like movies..."

(To be continued.)

[Spidrift]

ORIGIN STORY
Part 2: Power Tends to Corrupt

"Anyway." The visitor gave a careful smile. "Your powers."

"Oh yes. My powers." The patient tittered. "I haven't the faintest idea how I got them, you know. Cannot. Emphasise. That. Enough. Sorry. I know that a lot of people wonder. Some of the guards here ask me."

"That's not my concern."

"No. I do wonder, though. I think I may just have wished hard enough." Another titter.

"So you decided to use them for ... your own advantage."

"Don't you mean for evil?" the patient sneered.

"So you thought that you were evil?"

"I thought that I was getting laid. Anyway, I'd been set such a good example. The big one - she has powers like mine, really. Just not as good. And she's much stronger than me physically. But she acts much like I did." The patient smiled that unpleasant smile again. "Why," he added, "I've even seen your sort of powers used for evil."

"I don't have powers," the visitor said, a fraction more quickly than he intended.

"You can do ... brain stuff," the patient explained. "That's a power, if you use it right. I've seen it used to win fights."

"To prevent fights, I imagine."

"Same thing."

"Some people think so. Most civilised people don't, though, by and large."

"Are you saying that I'm uncivilised?" The patient didn't sound angry.

"Some people would say that you were using people as toys."

"Was I? Perhaps I was." The patient showed no signs of concern. "Why not? They used me as a toy. Some of them even tried to break my toys." That actually evoked a flash of emotion. "Not that they did a very good job of it. They were stupid."

"You broke some of them."

"Not intentionally. It wasn't my fault that they couldn't handle the truth."

"Which truth was that?"

"That they DID. NOT. OWN. ME." The patient had gone from quiet to shouting in a moment. Then he stopped. The visitor let silence fall for a moment, then decided to change the subject.

"Your - illusion effect is powerful," he commented.

"It's not very much use to me," the patient replied. "It's too hard to control."

So you didn't work out what you could do with it, the visitor thought silently. "Memetic transmission," he commented aloud. "It's effectively a disease. Potentially exponential growth. It went international, you know. You caused a diplomatic incident with Brazil."

"Did I?" The patient didn't sound very interested. "I can guess who really caused that. And she ... he ... she is Brazilian herself. Tell them it's their own fault."

"That's not diplomatic."

"Isn't it? Oh well." The patient smiled. "People always said that I lacked social skills. Except for my powers, of course."

"Controlling perceptions? Inducing addictive behaviour?"

"They sound social to me." The patient looked aside. "Talking of which, no one ever lets these interviews last very long, do they? What are you all afraid of, doctor?"

"The extent of your powers, of course. We don't know if they have an upper limit."

"Hah! Of course." The patient made a best effort to straighten himself up. "Thanks for your honesty, doctor."

"Thank you," said the visitor, as the guards returned to the room to take the patient away. The visitor noticed that one of them looked confused for a fraction of a second, looking from himself to the patient and back again. It took trained awareness to detect the significance of that moment, but the visitor made a mental note to recommend that the guard in question should be reassigned as soon as possible.

It was difficult to find men who were truly, reliably, completely lacking in homosexual impulses. Easier to accept passes at the last-percentile level, and watch them carefully.

The visitor himself saw the patient's face on one of the guards, and on the driver of his car when he reached that after leaving the building. A blink, a momentary effort of will, and the image was gone. It wasn't a problem. The visitor knew his own nature perfectly, and perfect knowledge granted near-perfect control.

His assistant was waiting for him in the car. He realised that she had noticed his moment of concentration after he had spoken to the driver, and they exchanged knowing smiles. He chose to trust her with some of his secrets, and he could trust her of all people with this one. She was much more than she looked, a fast and deep thinker, and she it was who had pointed him towards this possibility.

"Gaze not deeply into the Abyss," she said.

"The Abyss gazes also," he replied. "But fortunately, in this case, the Abyss is an apathetic fool."

"So," she asked, "can you use him?"

"I most certainly believe that I can," the bald-headed man replied as the car pulled away. "His power is highly specific, little use in a fight - but it is formidable. A shame for him that he's too stupid to exploit it effectively. But we can guide him. I'm sure that we can offer him whatever he really wants to work with us."

"A personality, perhaps?"

"Something like that," the visitor agreed. "Move on," he added to the driver.

"If you break him out of there, the amazon will come after him," the young woman observed as the car moved off.

"Of course she will," the bald-headed man said with a soft laugh. "And that may be the best thing about all this." He settled into his seat and drew some papers from his briefcase. "Two for the price of one..."

(End)

[L_A]

I imagine this one taking place between comics 588 and 589. Gary, you lucky S.O.B.

NSFW

Still too NSFW. The DAMNed

[Milnoc]

On a side note, I miss Gredinus..