What's Needed - Illustrated! (#1)

Hi!  Sorry for quiet - a lot of craziness now (as I'm sure for all of you - hope you are all doing OK, considering), and also working on a couple of comics to post soon.

In the meantime - here are some more pics from ShadyMurloc, this time illustrating my story "What's Needed" on the story site!

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"Oh my god, you *didn't*"

The shorter girl looked up at her taller blonde friend with faux horror on her face.  

Miriam, the tallest of the three girls walking down the sidewalk together, smiled a half smile.

"I totally did.  I'm such a horrible person, aren't I?" the blonde murmured, in a tone that made it quite clear she thought of herself as far from horrible, "But still - who does the little mousy bitch think she is?  Complaining because I'm too loud when Kevin spends the night?  It's *my* apartment too - I'll yell as loud as I want while he fucks me.  And besides, it's true - she *does* need to get herself a toy.  The mousy little thing certainly isn't going to get anything else between her legs..."

The three girls giggled loudly at her catty comments, drawing looks from several people walking by.  Of course, the looks from the men probably had to do with something else as well.  There was no question that the three of them drew a *lot* of looks - from men, ranging from subtle appreciation to outright staring; from women, sometimes less friendly (particularly if they were with a man).  

Miriam was the tall one, and (if she did say so herself) the most classically beautiful.  Leggy, blonde, and gorgeous, with small high breasts outlined nicely in her tank top on this gorgeous summer evening.  Her blond hair - currently back in a pony tail - framed an angelic face with striking blue eyes.  In spite of her angelic looks, Miriam was without a doubt the least pure of the three girls.  She smiled at a cute guy walking by the three of them, and smiled even more broadly when he stumbled trying to smile back - causing his girlfriend to grab his arm tightly and glower at Miriam.

Lucy was striking - slightly shorter than Miriam, with raven black hair.  She was the severe beauty to Miriam's ethereal looks.  Slightly more naturally curvy than Miriam, but Lucy's athletic body showed her love of yoga and exercise in general.  Lucy swung her latest aquisitions - a half dozen new pairs of shoes - and was by far the most expensively dressed of the three, wearing a dress, heels, and glittering jewelry even for this little afternoon shopping outing.  Being a little rich girl certainly had its perqs.

Danielle was...well, it was hard to look at the three of them and not immediately think of Danielle as "the buxom one".  Even as beautiful as Miriam knew she was, she still occasionally looked at Danielle's body with envy.  Adorably pretty with red curls tumbling over her shoulders, it was still rare to find any male who could hold a conversation with Danielle without his eyes wandering down to the huge E-cups that jiggled so invitingly on the shorter girl's body.  Danielle was in incredible shape, but that shape would always be just as incredibly curvy.  Oddly, of the three of them she was by far the most prudish in spite of a body that just exuded sex.  She'd grown up a good southern baptist, and even now was blushing at Miriam's (for Danielle) racy comment.

The three girls turned down a small side street to head for the train, as Miriam continued her mocking of her roommate, Claire.

"I mean seriously - I don't know *what* I was thinking rooming with a little nerd girl like her!  She's never going to get a boy dressing like she does, and I've seen the way she looks at Kevin when he comes over.  Like he'd ever take another look at her when I'm around, anyway.  She's going to have to find a guy with a serious - "

"Fetish?"

Miram stopped in shock, both at the bizarre interruption and at the realization that she was about to trip over an incredibly short man who had stepped out from a dark alcove.  He was carrying a tray filled with...junk, as far as he could see.  And she's sworn he'd said...

"Would you like your fetish, ladies?" the strange little man said, lifting his tray.  Danielle giggled, her green eyes going wide and a hand going to her mouth.