Check it, some Moonies I drew last night
Pzowned - Wasteland Warrior
MeiXing - Keep Smiling *Ding*
Picture by: Certifiedhypocrite
Character: Bonnibelle Moye
Quick bits: Something short that I wanted to do for this little trade! I really like the picture and I like making stories based off the picture. There will be a part two to this when I have time for it. Again thank you Snao for this incredible piece and I hope you like this short little blurb I did!
Ah the lunch hour, there was nothing more satisfying then being able to take a break from being on your feet all day and in more cases than not, your hands and knees. It was almost unheard of for one of the waitresses to miss their lunch shift and if there was one girl out of the few that took it for the hour, on the hour, it was none other than Bonnibelle. The second her phone buzzed between her bosom the minun dashed into the back room, tossed off her uniform and hit the hot tub for a well needed soak. Why you might ask?
"I really need to stop taking these double shift days…I’m gonna burn myself out…" Being a waitress at the Sticky Mug wasn’t exactly all it was cracked up to be and while the pay wasn’t terrible it certainly didn’t make the rent any less of a pain to deal with, especially with her damn dry cleaning bills. So a little part time job was in order but it didn’t come as easily as she’d like. She tried cashier, stock, mail room, she even tried her hand at landscaping for a while but they all moved so slow, and there wasn’t nearly as much fun to be had with the customers. The table waiting gig was what she was good at, that was for sure but as far as taking up the late shifts went she couldn’t find a dinner willing to take her.
"You’re cute and all doll face but we can’t have you’re…rod churning our butter if you catch my drift?"
"Ya sure you’re not looking for a strip club sweetie?"
"Sorry but no, you violate every health and dress code we’ve got in our books. Plus my husband’s been giving you a look ever since you walked in here."
Lady luck wasn’t exactly on her side, or at least she wasn’t until a rather out of breath Audino scrambled after the minun just as she was rejected from yet another local diner. “W-wait! M-Ma’am!” The plucky pink thing nearly tripped right into Bonnibelle as she came to a grinding halt on the pavement. “I c-couldn’t help but over hear your conversation in there. I’m s-so sorry they treated you like that!”
"Eh, what can you do? Besides her husband was creeping on me something fierce." She gave a shrug of her shoulders as she put her arms behind her head, inadvertently further presenting her tremendous bust and nearly bursting freely from her top all together as the fabric threatened to send those buttons flying under all that stress! "Maybe that burger joint on 5th will take me…"
"T-that’s why a stopped you! H-how would you like to be a nutrition assistant at the new center that opened up? It’s just like waiting tables! Patients would order food and you’d whisk it to their rooms! You can even do it on foot if you’d like! You’d be just perfect!"
"Whoa really? Wait, why me of all people? Aren’t I a little too much for a place like that?" Bonnibelle gave a full body gesture to herself before turning about and giving her bottom a wiggle, her maxi-skirt quickly beginning to ride up and reveal the hefty cheeks bouncing about in such skimpy underwear.
The audino let out a squeal, clapping her hands with joy as she wiggled about. “Not at all, in fact that’s why I stopped you in the first place! We have a new “Sexual Therapy” wing in the center and we’ve been looking for people like you to help patients who’re in need of recovering!”
Bonnibelle’s face wrinkled, her nose scrunching as she tried to wrap her head around such a strange thought. “What? Aren’t those people supposed to be…I dunno getting over sex addiction or something? I think I’d just make the problem a whole lot worse don’t you?”
"Oh no it’s sort of the opposite actually! We take patients who are struggling with their sexual urges and not being able to express them properly because of their emotions and inhibitions. Patients that are pent up, constantly aroused but don’t stimulate themselves to orgasms and just need a good romp to get all of that nervous energy they’ve been storing for far too long." She explained
"T-that…that just sounds like a perverts dream! You sure those people actually need medical attention?" It sounded far too good to be true for every reason in the book! Not to mention it sounded like a bunch of perverts who were looking to get some nurse to touch them during a sponge bath. But a job was a job and she quickly began to make her demands clear. "Can I work part time?"
"Weekends and nights?"
"Sure! You’d be surprised how active our patients get at night."
"As skimpy as you’d like them just be weary of our patients and their ‘grabby’ tendencies should you really let loose. Do we have a deal Miss…?"
"Bonnibelle and yes we do!"
"Kayla and Great! Just show up at 9 pm and we’ll get things started!"
It still seemed like a dream, even as she got dressed it felt like she was being set up for some horrible prank show on one of those stupid family networks. Still she went through with it and showed up at the destination as requested and sure enough Kayla was waiting for her with a bundle of clothes neatly folded and stacked in hand.
"Oh good you’re here! I was getting worried you would back out at the last second! You can change in the bathroom, mix and match what ever you’d like and take the elevator to the top floor! I’ll meet you up there!" Kayla was simply a glow, her cheeks flushed as she bounced and graced Bonnie’s cheek with a peck before she sauntered off into the elevator.
"Geeze she’s perky…" The minun placed a hand on her cheek, feeling the lipstick mark left from the smooch and felt her own cheeks begin to burn up a bit. "Oh man don’t tell me I’m already…" She took a deep breath and made for the restroom, "Easy…don’t wanna give off the wrong vibe…we’ll have plenty of time to rub one out later…no doubt someone’s gonna wanna do it for me."
She slipped on fiddled with the choice in the outfit, “Lots of white and pink…guess they want me to look as cute as possible huh?” With each new piece of clothing she slipped on the more her doubt seemed to resurface. Her shirt was practically a bra with sleeves as it didn’t even seem to reach her torso yet fully cover her breasts! Her skirt was even tighter than what she was used too, every curve and little dimple of her ass was hugged and squeezed by the spandex like fabric. She had to admit though, it was oddly arousing playing dress up again. As she wiggled herself into those thigh highs she found an extra one nestled between her shoes along with a note and her little badge.
"For that third leg of yours~! -Kayla ♥”
"Well…she knows what I like at least…" She plucked it from the counter top, her fingers stroking along the smooth silky fabric. "Wow, this place doesn’t joke around I guess." As she stretched it open she found the inside lined with a latex like substance, "Easy to clean too…" Though that glossy sheen was a little more than just it’s natural luster. As Bonnibelle slipped the head of her shaft inside the article of clothing a rather warm, slick sensation smeared itself along the tip. With a shudder she jumped as it made for a whole new experience, "Did she put lube in this thing?" Needless to say Bonnibelle didn’t mind at all. As a few inches of her meat was swaddled in the fabric both hands came and clamped down around the clothed flesh. Her hips drew back an inch or two before pressing forward nice and slow as she savored putting on the cock-sock as if it was her first time experiencing sex. Soft little squeaks peppering the air as her cheeks began to buzz, every inch that was stuffed deeper, swaddled by the sock’s interior felt as if it was being squeezed, massaged by living tissue as her hands worked it over to stretch the piece of cloth further. The temptation to squeeze out just one quick load growing paramount and would have taken all of her attention were it not for the knock on the door.
"Everything alright in the-"
“Yes~! *ahem* I mean yes.” Bonnie looked at herself in the mirror, she looked so frazzled, as if she’s never done anything remotely like this before in her life! She stared down at her pulsating length, the trouser snake of her’s standing proud between her legs as it lightly bounced off the surface of the sink in front of her. “Well…I g-guess I should head up there.” Regardless of whether she was indecent or not she exited the restroom and took to the first elevator on her right, and nearly got her dick caught between the doors in her spaced out mental state. She didn’t know what to do with herself. The entire ride she was in there she constantly fiddled with the erect beast; pushing it down only to have it spring back up, trying to stick it down on of her thigh-highs only to feel it stretch and free itself moments later. “It’s ok Bonnie…it’s not like these people aren’t used to popping unwanted boners.”
She had arrived, the elevator grinding to a halt as the chime sounded. Bonnibelle hadn’t realized how well sound proofed that metal box really was because the second the doors cracked a symphony of moans assaulted her ears. Admittedly she was startled and at first she thought she’d landed on the wrong floor and was in the ICU but as she stopped to listen to every little grunt, every feverish pant and groan for release echo out through the patients she quickly realize that she was certainly in the right place. “She wasn’t kidding when she said pent…w-whoa…” Bonnie nearly tumbled right back into the elevator as the rather thick, muggy air caught her senses well by surprise.
Her eyes spun about as her lungs were filled with the heavy, dense air of hormones that would rattle any prudes cage as if it was being dragged across a bumpy road. It was no wonder these people were in such dire need of sex, every breath they took just made them crave more of it and it was certainly something Bonnie wasn’t used to either. “Certainly doesn’t smell like coffee and fruit tarts…” The regular pastry scented air was replaced by such a raunchy stench and it only made that boner of hers even more apparent.
"Oh there you are Bonnie! Seems like you’re already prepped for patient duty!" Kayla didn’t seem phased by the floors conditions in the slightest she almost seemed like it was just a natural occurrence that didn’t need addressing. "I know you’re a little flushed but you’ll get used to it soon enough, now take this tray to room 546 and this one to room 530. Don’t be afraid to smile and give the patients whatever they might need and while we usually leave intimate interactions with the customers on nights like this when we don’t have any feel free to help kick any and all cravings."
"546 and 530…got it."
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Sorry for any dithering, I drew this at-scale like an idiot, but it was mostly an ink/expression test anyway, based on some OLD OLD OLD RP characters between me and a friend of mine.
© Ashryn 2o14
That time I met a magical talking butt plug… and nobody believed me!
commissions for Armin on goatlings :>
1 week later, PGI’s new game is at 100 backers ($7,870 out of $500K). 23 days left to reach goal.
PGI company founders are considering unbanning users and are giving away free unique things to try and bribe people back into their good graces with loyalty rewards given to the biggest spenders.
Totally not a kneejerk response to the tepid progress of their new game!!! NOPE!!