Jay Naylor
From Encyclopedia Dramatica
Jay Naylor alias "Fisk Black": another in the endless line of broken rightwing furries that includes such unfettered freethinkers as Duke Otterland, Cigarskunk, Drip and RHJunior, though Naylor is more of an Objectivist/Lolbertarian. A former Kinkos assistant copyboy, Naylor quit his servitude to TEH MAN to be a self-employed entrepreneur.
Like the aforementioned duo, Naylor is an stern patriot, valiantly fighting the good fight with the 1st Armchair Assault Brigade in the ongoing Sitzkrieg against Muslims, faggots, socialists, liebruls, pacifists and the bagger at the supermarket who handles his groceries in a lewd and offensive manner. As is usual with wingnuts, he enjoys issuing innumerable stilted and poorly spelled proclamations on science, politics, economics and all kinds of other stuff, pulling opinions from his well-reamed ass with the greatest of ease, and never letting those pesky facts get in his way. He is also a huge Ayn Rand fan, and no doubt jerks himself senseless dreaming of the hideous Russian shemale philosopher. He'll also decide to refuse to listen to any and all opinions that contradict hers ('cause he's totally not a tool) while "humbly" suggesting that you acquire a copy of her shit-tacular books-on-tape, which can put ANYONE to sleep regardless of the amount of decibels you're cranking out.
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His comics
Better Days The Epic Of Fisk, Wielder Of The Mighty Randian Godcock
Naylor is best known for his groundbreaking "Better Days" webcomic in which he bravely tackles the thorny subjects of incest and underage sex, or at least it would be groundbreaking if the characters weren't cats and hyenas and whatever else and if it didn't reek of wish fulfillment. The star of this magnum o'pus is his character Fisk Black, a cat from a single parent family who loses his virginity at age 10, bones his sister, joins the army, kills some Arabs, joins the Super Secret US Assassination Squad, and is basically the guy Naylor would like to be instead of a flaccid geek. After Fisk joined said Awesome Black Ops Corps, the comic became Metal Gear Solid copypasta and all of Naylor's fans told him to fuck off for drawing Fisk infiltrating a porn studio, killing all the thugs working there, throwing a grenade down some stairs and blowing up the big bad guy, and getting off completely scott-free without any trouble from the cops whatsoever. Every woman in the comic lusts after Fisk's objectivist, uncut Dunecock. The comic ends with the mighty aryan Fisk enslaving a jewish mouse.
PS: The aforementioned porn studio arc sparked a meme:
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New Worlds Tyranny-Fighting Freebooters Of The Caribbean
Another comic project from our boy Jay is a tale of seafaring furry critters in a vaguely 18th century style fantasy world which exhibits covert Lolbertarianism and what traitorous Liebruls might call racism.[1] A pr0n comic of a bit character from this comic was made, but thankfully, that was it -- Naylor abandoned the comic in the middle of a chapter, and has stated he plans to eventually rework the story from the beginning to be less of a comic and more of an illustrated novel. Given how awful his writing is, this may be even worse than the comic.
Hucklemary Horklefucky Ann
Naylor is mad at work on his latest comic, HuckleMary Ann. Which is a disgusting furry ripoff of Huckleberry Finn of a loli getting fucked by huge horse and dog cock. This comic proves our point on Jay Naylor being a huge perverted faggot.
Haukaiu The Hero Umaga The Objectivist Ottergod
Another pornfolio series, comprised of 80% wall of text, 10% objectivist preaching, 9% long and curvy otter penis, and 1% porn.
Original Life Betterer Days
Original Life preaches about objectivism from a loli and shota point of view and has shittier art than Better Days. The first story arc consists of Fisk's retarded son getting praised in his father's den for beating the living shit out of some other kid. It doesn't get better from there.
Mat Sherer Drama
Fellow furfag Mat Sherer was a former friend of Jay and has an own webcomic, called "Badly Drawn Kitties", which also features Fisk and Lucy. BDK is clearly superior to BD, but as BD belongs to Naylor and both comics are furry, that's not saying much. However, what many fucktards accusing BDK of being a rip-off fail to realize is that BDK has actually been around since long before BD. That's right, Mat owns the copyright to Lucy while Jay only owns Fisk. They initially decided to share their characters when they met in FurryMUCK and befriended each other.
Naylor later disowned BDK, claiming that he couldn't stand other's opinions and Mat was being un-American. In reality, Naylor only was butthurt because Mat grew tired of sucking Jay's sandworm and left him in favor of some hot pussy. Naylor decided to steal Lucy saying that she belongs to him because he fucked up her personality so she isn't BDK's Lucy anymore. Mat in contrast took the only sensible option and killed off Fisk in his comic, something long overdue everyone waited for.
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His Ultimate Fantasy, As Written By Himself
Fisk looked up into the shower, closing his eyes. His prison sentence was well underway now. It was typical left-wing liberal bullshit. When he had burst into that den of drug-dealing slavers to save Persia, the two men he’d wasted turned out to be undercover cops. So what? If these cops were so good, why had they stood idly by while Persia turned into a drug-addicted porn star? Those cops were pathetic, spending months trying to build some bullshit case to put criminals in jail, instead of just shooting them. Didn’t they know that some activist judge would just put them back out on the street anyway?
It was the trial that sickened him the most, though. Try as he might to defend himself and explain his actions to the jury, that Jew mouse lawyer cunt just argued again and again that his little act of vigilanteism had cost the department it’s two finest undercover agents, not to mention the fact that he had brought an investigation to a screeching halt. So what if he killed a few cops while he was saving the woman he loved? Didn’t everyone understand that this was an honest mistake, and if the cops were so good that they wouldn’t have let this happen in the first place? As Fisk saw it, he was the only real hero here, the only one brave enough to take action. Anyone who happened to get caught up in the crossfire was just as pathetic and weak as those criminals.
But it was all in the past now, he’d been given two consecutive life sentences with no chance for parole. All that was left was to wait it out, to survive in this hell with all those damn criminals. He looked idly at a small gang of hyenas showering on the far side of the showers, talking to one another in that hideous corruption of English that they called Ebonics. They disgusted him, their massive, sculpted bodies and large black cocks glistening with water from the shower. They didn’t know what was right and what was wrong, like he did. They hadn’t served their country, a country which had betrayed Fisk by being weak and coddling people like those hyenas. It made him sick. If he just had a gun, he knew he could drop each and every one of them before they knew what was happening. What was this country coming to, that they would betray and waste someone as superior as him?
“Damn boy, is you that Fisk pussy?” said one of the hyenas. Fisk ignored the hyena. He was, after all, just out of reach. “Ain’t you that pussy who laid down them two cops?”
“Shit, you know that we ain’t keen on someone without the propah respect fo’ authoritay,” said another one. “Don’t you know that we’s interested in contributin to the communitay?” Fisk’s blood began to boil. How DARE these inferior, drug-dealing punks challenge him? He could feel that they were just barely in range now. He’d show them. No need to talk when you could just kick a few asses.
Fisk spun around rapidly on his foot, his leg coming up high and fast. Cracking a skull would get that asshole to shut up. He had misjudged, however, that the floor was quite slippery from soap and water, and that he would be unable to balance on his one foot. His kick went wild as his other leg lost all traction, and he came down hard on his knee, pain lancing up from the tile floor. He had to move fast, the hyenas were surrounding him, and he brought his other knee down as he prepared to pounce.
The hyenas were wise to this, though, and grabbed him roughly on the shoulders, pinning him on all fours. He bucked against them, but years of working out in the prison exercise yard had given them powerful muscles and he was useless against him. He grunted, looking up at them with pure hatred, but they just smiled down at him. “Shit boy, if we’s known you just wanted to make amends, we’d have been nice,” said one of the hyenas.
Without warning, the hyena in front of him began to piss on his face. It was disgusting, humiliating stuff, but he tried to keep strong. That massive black shaft, ten inches long even when it was as loose and floppy as a hotdog, meant nothing to him even as the hyenas laughed at his piss-coated face. “Open your mouth, bitch,” said the pissing hyena. When he refused, one of the others forced his mouth open, and though he tried to bite the hyena’s big, powerful hands, his resistance was futile. The hyena in front of him pissed in his mouth, and though he tried to spit it out, he had no choice but to swallow it or choke to death on it. And if he let himself die, how could he get revenge? He let it slide down his throat.
“Ain’t nothin’ like the pussy of a pussy,” said one of the hyenas. He couldn’t see the monster, but he could feel fingers gently probing at his tailhole, coating it with soap and stretching it open. He renewed his struggle, gritting his teeth as he was penetrated, and desperately tried to whip his tail down over his hole. It was to no avail, one of the hyenas, probably the one probing him, grabbed it and pulled it tight. “Shit boy, I thought you wanted this,” said the hyena behind him. “Well, you’ll learn to love it.”
Fisk refused to give them the pleasure of hearing him scream in pain as he was penetrated by inch after inch. The hyena was by no means small. If it was big as it felt, Fisk had never seen a cock near as big. It had to be a foot long, at least, and it was thick too. He kept his teeth gritted tight and his eyes closed as he felt the hyena begin to thrust, the big shaft slowly working more and more in. He refused to enjoy it, or show any emotion other than disgust as the gigantic black shaft worked his prostate gently. He had to be strong around these evil criminals.
“Shit, this bitch is tiiiiiiiiteee…” said the hyena up his ass. “Damn, look at that little boner of his, bitch is enjoyin’ it.” He knew that the stimulation had gotten him aroused, but it was just an autonomic response he couldn’t control. They might think that he was enjoying it, but how could he possibly be enjoying this horrible humiliating action, perpetrated by criminal hyenas, no matter how handsome or well endowed they were? He wasn’t gay. These assholes were. The one in front of him tapped his nose gently with his enormous shaft, which was now hard as a rock. It was only the fact that he was pinned and surrounded on all sides that kept him from biting it. He would have to bide his time and wait for a chance at his revenge. If one of those guards would just leave his gun unattended for a few moments…
“You best get suckin’,” said the hyena in front of him. “I know you love it, stick it in your mouth or I’ll let Andre here get wild on you with his razor.” Fisk scowled, but when he saw the glint of metal coming from the hyena on his right, he knew that he couldn’t refuse the request. He opened his mouth, letting the hyena jam in his massive shaft, which filled Fisk’s mouth with deep musky flavor. He tried to spit out the hyena’s precum, but all this served to do was move his tongue over the big shaft, making it slick. He gave up, letting the hyena slowly and gently fuck his mouth, teasing his gag reflex but going no further. “Damn, you’s right, pussies is da best pussies in da cage…”
The hyena in up his tailhole soon picked up the pace, and then cried out in ecstasy as he finished up, leaving Fisk’s innards filled with warm semen. Fisk didn’t even have a chance to resist as the next one came into place, sliding in and stuffing Fisks’s ass even as he tried to squeeze and push back in resistance. The hyenas babbled to each other, swapping high fives and talking about how excited they were to have a new “pussy,” forcing Fisk to take them in his mouth, his ass, his hands. He never gave in, though, never letting them hear even the slightest moan of pleasure or the slightest indication he wasn’t going to escape as soon as they got off of him. When they finally grew tired, they had left five loads in his ass and three in his mouth, and all four of them had peed on him. His body was a disgusting mass of piss and semen , but he just continued to glower at them from the floor.
Shit pussy, you’s got de best pussy I’s had in dis prison, said one of the hyenas. Fisk glowered, making sure that the hyena knew that Fisk would kill him the first chance he got. “Well, we’s fucked you, we’s pissed on you…I’d say you’s our new bitch. You’re comin’ with us.” They forced him to his feet, not pausing to wash him off as they dragged him naked from the showers. He grinned at them as they walked him into the hall. So they were going to take him back to their hang, eh? Try to humiliate them more? He would never submit. He would just bide his time, and the moment that they thought that they were safe around him, he would kill the lot of them. It couldn’t be hard, chiseled and built and hung though they all were, and even though the shortest one of them had a foot of height on him, he knew that he was the superior one. He was the one really in charge here. All he had to do was wait, and to never give in.External links
- LOLjectivism, an anti-Naylor board (and sauce of several parody images in this article)
- His Twitter account
- fiskblack <- troll here
- His FurfagAffinity.
- Objectivist type blog thang
- "Better Days"
- Some Naylor reworks
- "New Worlds"
- CYD critique of Better Days
- Something Awful:Profile of a Confurvative <---Commentary on his Better Days comic and its conservafaggotry
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