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April 1st, the one day in the year where you can physically assault someone with a butter knife coated in an ungodly amount of suspiciously coloured peanut butter, and not get arrested by the cops for being a menace to society; But more so a public nuisance and a waste of human resources when real crimes could be committed around the city vagrants so graciously parade around in their spare time. The trends in recent years had changed. From harmless jokes, fake bugs and wholehearted tomfoolery, shifting to more emotionally damaging activities, such as the ever so present "fake pregnancy scare," and giving your kids crippling trust issues as you ruin their morning for a quick 30 second video that will be buried under other 30 second videos of parents being assholes, and a lot of fake porn bait out post.
Pooling over her options in her bed, Destiny questioned what she could possibly do on such a hope-filled day, where she did not have to justify her actions to the extent of other days. Iris had already left to play with Oero in the park, so she was not an option. Elizabeth would probably take things too far if she tried anything; She may be a nervous wreck of a bird, But she has no issues trying to get into someone else's pants if the opportunity arose. Ashe, Hell no, Apart from being 2 feet taller than her, almost 3 times her weight, and not interested in being smothered by her fat ass as "punishment", only 1 option remained. The perfect target to entertain herself with. Clock.
"well... The pregnancy test wouldn't work... And he's not really scared of much," she mumbled to herself, sorting through the laundry basket of cloths she never put away, sitting besides the dresser she never used. In truth, Clock was scared of many things; Those things triggering violent tenancies, and making him "hostile" towards everyone, and everything made it a not so ideal choice. She liked it rough, but not as rough as Clock could get when he was mad. The thought of the first time Clock and Ashalynna had encountered each other flashed through her mind; Several broken ribs on clock's side from being thrown against a tree, and he still got back up ready to kill Ashe. It's amazing either of them survived that encounter. "Fuck it, what's the trend this year?"
Swiping through her news feed, reporting all the borderline child abuse in hopes it would stop being recommended to her for once, A common theme kept creeping up. Random girls sitting in the laps of guys who were just out with their significant others. she stared at the screen in disbelief, "this is staged right?" Clicking a compilations video, it became abundantly clear; this was not staged. Multiple different women (and the odd guy), plopping their asses down on some random person's lap, and "encouraging" a reaction. It did not matter how big, or how small they were, each participant just dropped their ass on their victim, and left them to deal with the wrath of their significant other, making a game out of their relationship. One of the girls, rather big, ended up breaking the chair of her victim, bringing them both down to the ground. No one was noticeably hurt, but Destiny couldn't keep watching anymore of these "pranks".
She may lack morals, and would happily let anyone she remotely found attractive have a go at her; She would not mess with anyone's relationships, or get involved with anyone who was in one. She's a thirst bitch, not a immoral bitch; She has standards! (Low standards, but standards.) "It should be fine if i did this to Clock," She justified to herself, "I already throw my ass at him every other day, What difference dose it make today! Just gotta step it up!" Furthering her search through her basket of infinite clothing possibilities, the target had changed; No longer looking for her tight short shorts, and tank top. Looking cute, and sassy was not the objective. "I gotta make him sweat... Where are they!?"
Glancing across the room into her mirror, a pair of thick thighs, wide hips, and small tits stared back at her nervously. She had already found some underwear prior, they would do perfectly for the task at hand. Any pair would do, But they fit snuggly on her curves, and had a nice colour to them. She couldn't tell if Clock looked at her more, or less when she wore them, she never actually caught him sneaking peeks at her. She'd always be shoving her ass in his face every chance she had, so it was hard to tell if he took extra glances. She was sure he did. Who wouldn't wanna see more of her ripe behind? She even had a cute tail to boot!
The ensemble of panties was not complete without a matching bra to keep everything in check. She was small, But she still didn't feel comfortable showing the world her bare breast just cause. Tossing bras and bikini tops aside, rejected like the many fools who sought to court her when hanging out with her crush, thinking they were a better option than the sack of depression and despair she had set her eyes on; None would do but the perfect one she had in mind. As if some sick irony, She found her ideal fit; tossed in the trash and left to rot cause it outlived it's usefulness. "Oh yea... this'll work nicely." Looping the too small bra around her chest, and dawning the straps, it did it's job perfectly. Too small, and too tight, Made everything look just right. She didn't need to be big as long as she looked big. being only Four foot four, everything looked big on her, and it also looked good on her.
She didn't need oversized breasts, and a landfill of an ass, She just had to look nice, and sexy. Oversized breasts, and a godly thick ass might have been helpful in most situations, but she knew how to use her tools, and she used them well. Guys and girls would flock to her side when she wore her best outfits. "Hope you're ready Bitch, Cause i'm coming for you!"
Bursting into the dimly lit crypt they had to call a "room", instead of it's more aptly named "Decrypted shithole", Her victim sits before his laptop, watching YouTube videos about a game he has not played, nor intends to play, looking suspicious in boxers, and a t-shirt. He had clearly been looking up some weird porn that would make you question if it was a real category, before looking it up on e621 and realizing there is a thriving community based around this unscrupulous act, before questioning you're own position on the topic, and having to debate yourself into thinking that you're not into said weird porn, and had Alt Tabbed over to a fall back tab to look non-suspicious. Jerking to the side in his chair, the Liyrolis called out, "You alright?" The sudden entry had caught him off guard, "You usually knock..."
Yes, she usually did knock, but today was different. Today, She was to be the dominant Girlboss bad bitch rat she always knew she could be. those videos told her she was anyways. "I'm good, Just came in here to get a chair cushion." Walking over to Clock, now confused as to what she thought he had in his room, Did she mean his blankets? He had most certainly used them as chair cushions from time to time, but he never called them that, and she had her own blankets. Sulking over to clocks side, She looked down at his crotch, and smirked, "Found it!" With no second thoughts, she swung her ass around, and planted it square on his boxer covered legs, and crotch, and threw her legs over his. and the chair's arms. "You're my seat now! Deal with it!" doing her best to grind her ass into him, She felt something unusual. Not the good kind either.
there was a slight poke against her lower back, As she would have expected, growing more forceful, and defined as she preformed her deeds, But a second, and third feeling. A hand, reaching around her side, grabbing her bra and gracing her soft fluffy chest, And a second hand, holding her down, and pulling her back into her intended victim. He wasn't fighting it... why wasn't he fighting it?!?! As the subtle panic set in, A snout poked the back of her head, and inhaled her hair like a vacuum hose. "You used my Shampoo again," clock whispered into her ear, Now hovering right behind her ears as they twitted from the contact. "I'll be your seat, But we're going to have some 'fun', while you're here."
before she could even process what was going on, A nibble was taken out of her ear, She had fucked up. "No-" she cried out, trying to escape the monster she had created by being too sexy of a beast one to many times, "You're suppose to be my seat!" All the hyping up, all the preparation, gone to waste in a matter of seconds. So much for being a Dom Girlboss. The silver lining, She kind of wanted to see where things went. Clock never got frisky with her, Nor did he ever try dominating anyone. "STOP!" She cried out desperately, unsure if she wanted him to stop, or if she just was upset that she'd have a bruised ego. She wanted to be the dominants one, how could he rob her of that! Such a meanie...
Resuming the torture of his companion, her words meant little at this moment. She didn't stop when he begged her to, the show would go on a little while longer. Until she got the message. Breathing in the scent of strawberries, and coconut hair products, A faint spark resonated from within. 'She smells like fruits... wonder what it taste like.' Embracing the hormonal drive, and curious exploration of the tiny rat, a quick taste of her ear sent shivers down her spine, standing up all of her fur, and making her squirm the best she could. It tasted nasty; Not Destiny however, She tasted sweet as always. One of the perks of being a Sweet bean. Returning from cloud 9, bitter taste of chemical fruit and despair in his mouth, he remembered what his mission was, Bully the rat. "No... I'm going to use your fur as a cum rag." Upon rehearing what he had just said to her, it dawned on him he was not very smooth, or seductive, 'did i really just say that? what the fuck is wrong with me...'
'it's a joke,' She reassured herself. As a gentle tongue flowed across the back of her ear, she couldn't subdue the fear in her heart. What was he planning on doing? Was it going to be fun? Did she even want it? It was all a joke... 'right... Right?!?!' As her fears continues, So did the session. As slow as it started, it continues at a snails pace, inch by inch, second by second, things slowly escalated, as the fears subsided. One thing leading to another, she finally relaxed, and started to indulge in the treatment she was getting. They were no longer forceful hands, keeping her down, but a gentle nudge to get her closer, and make her feel at ease. Aggressive huffing of her scents, merely a passionate embrace of her very essence, and natural form. Looking up at her captor, Silver eyes meet her gaze, eyes full of life, filled by her. Before she could say anything, A firm kiss landed on her nose, as the blood rushed to her face. An enchanted glow overcame her cheeks, piercing through the white-gray fur, showing the world how effective everything was up to this point.
Looking down at the young lady he had embraced for the better part of an hour, A sadness crept over their heart. unpleasant memories. He did not want to let go. He did not want to forget this moment, not even a second. Fighting the cruel thoughts of it all ending, an hollow tear rolled down his cheek, and soaked a dark spot into his contemporary's soft tummy fur. As quickly as it came, it left; washed away by a subtle kiss on his cheek, Head dragged down to her level, and held close to her for just a moment. His grip around the slender rodent shifted, moving away from her prominent, but still small features, and held her closer than before, pinning her against his chest in a hug so tight, she could not move her arms to embrace him the same. Muffled words escaped his mouth, inaudible to even himself in his head. tears running down his snout, landing on the back of his beloved friend. Even if he wanted the moment to last forever, Forever never lasts. Releasing death grip from around her body, Clock slumped over in his chair, exhausted, and drained from the emotional warfare he had just engaged in with a veteran at the craft; Whom had not escaped unscathed herself.
The moment had been intense, how ever slow it may have occurred, it occurred at the right pace. A healthy pace. crawling on top of her original victim, Now pursuer, She smiled at him, centimeters away from his ears, Letting her chest hang freely in front of his face as if it wasn't enough she had squashed him under her butt just trying to get into position. Wrapping her arms around his head, she pulled him closer, And as quickly as it had started, She whispered something into his ear, So quietly, he had to move closer to hear what she had to say... "Gotcha..."
In an instant, before he could escape, She had him right where she wanted him. She was finally in control, and she would not let this feeling go. Tightening her arms around his head, She dragged him in, planting his face right between two perky breast, with no intention of letting him out, just like he wasn't going to let her go. She was already on top of him, weighting him down with her body weight, so little else was needed to be done. Creeping in next to his ears, now franticly struggling to escape her grasp, she whispered one final phrase to him, knowing what she wanted "We're going to have some fun... Make me your cum rag, or i'll do it myself."
The struggling became more frantic. Mistakes were made, But they'd both enjoy the consequences.
End
A small art that i wanted to do, cause i thought the idea would be a cute little april fools art, with some comedy, and some wholesome horny.
Hope you enjoyed! Part 2 will come eventually.... Just, oh boy, this took a while to type up and make :P
April 1st, the one day in the year where you can physically assault someone with a butter knife coated in an ungodly amount of suspiciously coloured peanut butter, and not get arrested by the cops for being a menace to society; But more so a public nuisance and a waste of human resources when real crimes could be committed around the city vagrants so graciously parade around in their spare time. The trends in recent years had changed. From harmless jokes, fake bugs and wholehearted tomfoolery, shifting to more emotionally damaging activities, such as the ever so present "fake pregnancy scare," and giving your kids crippling trust issues as you ruin their morning for a quick 30 second video that will be buried under other 30 second videos of parents being assholes, and a lot of fake porn bait out post.
Pooling over her options in her bed, Destiny questioned what she could possibly do on such a hope-filled day, where she did not have to justify her actions to the extent of other days. Iris had already left to play with Oero in the park, so she was not an option. Elizabeth would probably take things too far if she tried anything; She may be a nervous wreck of a bird, But she has no issues trying to get into someone else's pants if the opportunity arose. Ashe, Hell no, Apart from being 2 feet taller than her, almost 3 times her weight, and not interested in being smothered by her fat ass as "punishment", only 1 option remained. The perfect target to entertain herself with. Clock.
"well... The pregnancy test wouldn't work... And he's not really scared of much," she mumbled to herself, sorting through the laundry basket of cloths she never put away, sitting besides the dresser she never used. In truth, Clock was scared of many things; Those things triggering violent tenancies, and making him "hostile" towards everyone, and everything made it a not so ideal choice. She liked it rough, but not as rough as Clock could get when he was mad. The thought of the first time Clock and Ashalynna had encountered each other flashed through her mind; Several broken ribs on clock's side from being thrown against a tree, and he still got back up ready to kill Ashe. It's amazing either of them survived that encounter. "Fuck it, what's the trend this year?"
Swiping through her news feed, reporting all the borderline child abuse in hopes it would stop being recommended to her for once, A common theme kept creeping up. Random girls sitting in the laps of guys who were just out with their significant others. she stared at the screen in disbelief, "this is staged right?" Clicking a compilations video, it became abundantly clear; this was not staged. Multiple different women (and the odd guy), plopping their asses down on some random person's lap, and "encouraging" a reaction. It did not matter how big, or how small they were, each participant just dropped their ass on their victim, and left them to deal with the wrath of their significant other, making a game out of their relationship. One of the girls, rather big, ended up breaking the chair of her victim, bringing them both down to the ground. No one was noticeably hurt, but Destiny couldn't keep watching anymore of these "pranks".
She may lack morals, and would happily let anyone she remotely found attractive have a go at her; She would not mess with anyone's relationships, or get involved with anyone who was in one. She's a thirst bitch, not a immoral bitch; She has standards! (Low standards, but standards.) "It should be fine if i did this to Clock," She justified to herself, "I already throw my ass at him every other day, What difference dose it make today! Just gotta step it up!" Furthering her search through her basket of infinite clothing possibilities, the target had changed; No longer looking for her tight short shorts, and tank top. Looking cute, and sassy was not the objective. "I gotta make him sweat... Where are they!?"
Glancing across the room into her mirror, a pair of thick thighs, wide hips, and small tits stared back at her nervously. She had already found some underwear prior, they would do perfectly for the task at hand. Any pair would do, But they fit snuggly on her curves, and had a nice colour to them. She couldn't tell if Clock looked at her more, or less when she wore them, she never actually caught him sneaking peeks at her. She'd always be shoving her ass in his face every chance she had, so it was hard to tell if he took extra glances. She was sure he did. Who wouldn't wanna see more of her ripe behind? She even had a cute tail to boot!
The ensemble of panties was not complete without a matching bra to keep everything in check. She was small, But she still didn't feel comfortable showing the world her bare breast just cause. Tossing bras and bikini tops aside, rejected like the many fools who sought to court her when hanging out with her crush, thinking they were a better option than the sack of depression and despair she had set her eyes on; None would do but the perfect one she had in mind. As if some sick irony, She found her ideal fit; tossed in the trash and left to rot cause it outlived it's usefulness. "Oh yea... this'll work nicely." Looping the too small bra around her chest, and dawning the straps, it did it's job perfectly. Too small, and too tight, Made everything look just right. She didn't need to be big as long as she looked big. being only Four foot four, everything looked big on her, and it also looked good on her.
She didn't need oversized breasts, and a landfill of an ass, She just had to look nice, and sexy. Oversized breasts, and a godly thick ass might have been helpful in most situations, but she knew how to use her tools, and she used them well. Guys and girls would flock to her side when she wore her best outfits. "Hope you're ready Bitch, Cause i'm coming for you!"
Bursting into the dimly lit crypt they had to call a "room", instead of it's more aptly named "Decrypted shithole", Her victim sits before his laptop, watching YouTube videos about a game he has not played, nor intends to play, looking suspicious in boxers, and a t-shirt. He had clearly been looking up some weird porn that would make you question if it was a real category, before looking it up on e621 and realizing there is a thriving community based around this unscrupulous act, before questioning you're own position on the topic, and having to debate yourself into thinking that you're not into said weird porn, and had Alt Tabbed over to a fall back tab to look non-suspicious. Jerking to the side in his chair, the Liyrolis called out, "You alright?" The sudden entry had caught him off guard, "You usually knock..."
Yes, she usually did knock, but today was different. Today, She was to be the dominant Girlboss bad bitch rat she always knew she could be. those videos told her she was anyways. "I'm good, Just came in here to get a chair cushion." Walking over to Clock, now confused as to what she thought he had in his room, Did she mean his blankets? He had most certainly used them as chair cushions from time to time, but he never called them that, and she had her own blankets. Sulking over to clocks side, She looked down at his crotch, and smirked, "Found it!" With no second thoughts, she swung her ass around, and planted it square on his boxer covered legs, and crotch, and threw her legs over his. and the chair's arms. "You're my seat now! Deal with it!" doing her best to grind her ass into him, She felt something unusual. Not the good kind either.
there was a slight poke against her lower back, As she would have expected, growing more forceful, and defined as she preformed her deeds, But a second, and third feeling. A hand, reaching around her side, grabbing her bra and gracing her soft fluffy chest, And a second hand, holding her down, and pulling her back into her intended victim. He wasn't fighting it... why wasn't he fighting it?!?! As the subtle panic set in, A snout poked the back of her head, and inhaled her hair like a vacuum hose. "You used my Shampoo again," clock whispered into her ear, Now hovering right behind her ears as they twitted from the contact. "I'll be your seat, But we're going to have some 'fun', while you're here."
before she could even process what was going on, A nibble was taken out of her ear, She had fucked up. "No-" she cried out, trying to escape the monster she had created by being too sexy of a beast one to many times, "You're suppose to be my seat!" All the hyping up, all the preparation, gone to waste in a matter of seconds. So much for being a Dom Girlboss. The silver lining, She kind of wanted to see where things went. Clock never got frisky with her, Nor did he ever try dominating anyone. "STOP!" She cried out desperately, unsure if she wanted him to stop, or if she just was upset that she'd have a bruised ego. She wanted to be the dominants one, how could he rob her of that! Such a meanie...
Resuming the torture of his companion, her words meant little at this moment. She didn't stop when he begged her to, the show would go on a little while longer. Until she got the message. Breathing in the scent of strawberries, and coconut hair products, A faint spark resonated from within. 'She smells like fruits... wonder what it taste like.' Embracing the hormonal drive, and curious exploration of the tiny rat, a quick taste of her ear sent shivers down her spine, standing up all of her fur, and making her squirm the best she could. It tasted nasty; Not Destiny however, She tasted sweet as always. One of the perks of being a Sweet bean. Returning from cloud 9, bitter taste of chemical fruit and despair in his mouth, he remembered what his mission was, Bully the rat. "No... I'm going to use your fur as a cum rag." Upon rehearing what he had just said to her, it dawned on him he was not very smooth, or seductive, 'did i really just say that? what the fuck is wrong with me...'
'it's a joke,' She reassured herself. As a gentle tongue flowed across the back of her ear, she couldn't subdue the fear in her heart. What was he planning on doing? Was it going to be fun? Did she even want it? It was all a joke... 'right... Right?!?!' As her fears continues, So did the session. As slow as it started, it continues at a snails pace, inch by inch, second by second, things slowly escalated, as the fears subsided. One thing leading to another, she finally relaxed, and started to indulge in the treatment she was getting. They were no longer forceful hands, keeping her down, but a gentle nudge to get her closer, and make her feel at ease. Aggressive huffing of her scents, merely a passionate embrace of her very essence, and natural form. Looking up at her captor, Silver eyes meet her gaze, eyes full of life, filled by her. Before she could say anything, A firm kiss landed on her nose, as the blood rushed to her face. An enchanted glow overcame her cheeks, piercing through the white-gray fur, showing the world how effective everything was up to this point.
Looking down at the young lady he had embraced for the better part of an hour, A sadness crept over their heart. unpleasant memories. He did not want to let go. He did not want to forget this moment, not even a second. Fighting the cruel thoughts of it all ending, an hollow tear rolled down his cheek, and soaked a dark spot into his contemporary's soft tummy fur. As quickly as it came, it left; washed away by a subtle kiss on his cheek, Head dragged down to her level, and held close to her for just a moment. His grip around the slender rodent shifted, moving away from her prominent, but still small features, and held her closer than before, pinning her against his chest in a hug so tight, she could not move her arms to embrace him the same. Muffled words escaped his mouth, inaudible to even himself in his head. tears running down his snout, landing on the back of his beloved friend. Even if he wanted the moment to last forever, Forever never lasts. Releasing death grip from around her body, Clock slumped over in his chair, exhausted, and drained from the emotional warfare he had just engaged in with a veteran at the craft; Whom had not escaped unscathed herself.
The moment had been intense, how ever slow it may have occurred, it occurred at the right pace. A healthy pace. crawling on top of her original victim, Now pursuer, She smiled at him, centimeters away from his ears, Letting her chest hang freely in front of his face as if it wasn't enough she had squashed him under her butt just trying to get into position. Wrapping her arms around his head, she pulled him closer, And as quickly as it had started, She whispered something into his ear, So quietly, he had to move closer to hear what she had to say... "Gotcha..."
In an instant, before he could escape, She had him right where she wanted him. She was finally in control, and she would not let this feeling go. Tightening her arms around his head, She dragged him in, planting his face right between two perky breast, with no intention of letting him out, just like he wasn't going to let her go. She was already on top of him, weighting him down with her body weight, so little else was needed to be done. Creeping in next to his ears, now franticly struggling to escape her grasp, she whispered one final phrase to him, knowing what she wanted "We're going to have some fun... Make me your cum rag, or i'll do it myself."
The struggling became more frantic. Mistakes were made, But they'd both enjoy the consequences.
End
A small art that i wanted to do, cause i thought the idea would be a cute little april fools art, with some comedy, and some wholesome horny.
Hope you enjoyed! Part 2 will come eventually.... Just, oh boy, this took a while to type up and make :P
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