DachaBo - The Catboy Is Out

Notes Before Listening

Hello everyone! This is BáiYù with a very important request, as today's the day you all finally get to meet SnaccPop's latest bachelor in depth. We've been keeping him under wraps for a reason: Simoun is our first canonical trans man.

We at SnaccPop Studios humbly request that you all respect Soren Viloria's privacy and boundaries as a queer voice actor of color, especially as this is his first NSFW role. Please avoid fetishizing and using the following terms and tropes when talking about Simoun:

• Pussycat
• Babygirl
• Twink
• Bottom
• Making comments about his man tits, moobs, etc.
• General transphobic slurs

The DachaBo: Barks & Mews team currently has five trans masculine members reworking the lore of the project and we've been carefully crafting Simoun to be the kind of trans masc representation we want to see more of. One of the common experiences the sensitivity consultation team all shared was that there's a very distinct lack of trans masc tops in sexually explicit content. Even amongst the very niche depiction of specifically trans masculine figures in erotic art, text and video, trans men are more often than not relegated to bottom/receiving positions. There certainly are trans men out there who enjoy penetration via their front hole during sex, but when that's the majority of the content that's out there, we have to interrogate why that's the case. And honestly, that's just scratching the tip of the iceberg here.

We'll probably save that discussion for another post in the future though. Thank you for your understanding, and we hope you enjoy.

Credits

Scenario by SgtSemiSauce, BáiYù

Writing by Oddity

Editing by SgtSemiSauce, BáiYù

Consultation by Jude, Tobias, Gil Finnegan

Bo voiced by MajinZelpher 

Simoun voiced by Soren Viloria

Audio Editing by Kay 

Transcript

Bo: Oh, Puppy! You're back! I was so lonely without you.

Bo: I hope work was okay. I wish you had taken me with you. Sitting here just waiting for you was so—

FX: Sound of a cardboard box being dropped onto a counter.

Bo: Huh? Wha-what's that? That sounded like a box. Did you get something for me, Puppy? What is it!? Can I see? Pleeease?

Bo: Oh, c'mon! You can just clip me to the neck of your shirt! I just want to be able to see!

Bo: Hehehe, I knew you'd never leave me hanging. What'd you get anyway?

FX: Sound of a plastic clip being clipped onto fabric.

Bo: Is it a new toy? Oh! Maybe some treats—?

Bo: Huh, that's weird. There's nothing on the box. No text, no nothing. Just… boring ol' cardboard. Well that's no fun!

Bo: Oh, oooooh... I think I know what it is. It's that kind of toy, isn't it? Tsk, tsk, tsk, naughty Puppy. You should've—

FX: Sounds of a box being handled.

Bo: Wait… What's that?

Bo: Dacha-DachaBo!? Heh, wait, hold on. This must be some sort of mistake.

Bo: You already got me! Right!? I got everything you need! This must be for someone else. They must've mixed it up—

FX: Sounds of a box opening.

Bo: Is… is it dead?

???: What? Fuck no. Schrödinger's a little bitch.

FX: Sounds of a plastic item being taken out of a cardboard box.

???: The hell— *hisses*

???: *hisses* Hey, fucking warn a guy before you barge into his personal space! Put me down and let me get decent first at least!

FX: Sounds of a typical apartment doorbell ringing.

FX: Sounds of a plastic clip being opened and pulled away from fabric.

Bo: Wa-wait! Puppy, take me with you! Don't leave me with this, this…

FX: Sounds of two plastic toys being placed on a counter.

FX: Sounds of footsteps that fade off into the distance.

Bo: Cat…

FX: Subtle sounds of the catboy putting his shirt on and grooming himself.

Bo: So… I guess you're gonna be the new cat on the street, huh? Well, let me make some things very clear. I'm the top dog around here. Capisce? I'm the most loved, and that's not gonna change.

???: First of all, the name’s Simoun.

Simoun: Also, I don't care. Keep your little hierarchy and your human. I'm not playing your game and we’re not going to be friends.

Simoun: Oh, and for the record, I didn't even want to be here.

Bo: I—! You can't talk to me like that! I'm the favorite! I’m a good boy! I bet you get into fights all the time by the looks of those scars—

Simoun: Pft. Y’know, obedience is a poor measure of intelligence. And, FYI, I gave myself those scars.

Bo: Y-you what!? Y-you’re— You’re not so tough—

Simoun: Oooh, I'm shaking in my fur. What are you gonna do, Mr. No-Nuts? Whine and piss the bed?

Bo: My name is Bo! And I'm not whining! I'm stating facts!

Simoun: Heh, so you would piss your bed then?

Bo: That's—! You know what I mean!

Simoun: Listen, puppy. I’m not interested in you or your human. Leave me alone.

Bo: I— You're just some guy who intruded on my space, my person! You don't belong here!

Simoun: Your listening comprehension’s not great either, is it? I’ll say it one more time.

Simoun: I didn't ask to be here, I don't care about your human, and I’m not making friends now that I’m out of my box.

Bo: *whimpers* You're scary and mean…

Simoun: *wry chuckle* Good, good! Now you’re learning. So the moral of the story is that if you stay in your lane, and I stay in mine, we’ll all be one happy household.

Simoun: Capisce?

Bo: *sadly, softly whines, fades out*

Simoun: … Sheesh, why is it so hard getting people to respect your fucking boundaries all the time…?