Really basic not original Shelly and Twisted Dandy smut really short just a test yippie

Shelly could sense the air grow thicker and grow in temperature as the walls seemingly closed in on her. It felt as if the elevator itself wanted to isolate other Toons, eventually leaving her and the flower right behind her shoulder as he stared at her intently, sitting in front of his desk in the meantime without any troubles.. The thickness of the air was so much for her in fact, it would get Shelly’s pulse grow in adrenaline. When the elevator opened, she tried to dash out of there, but her already wobbly legs would lose control of themselves, leaving Shelly nearly succumbing to the floor. That may be due to an interesting exchange happening at some point in Gardenview. Between him and her. It was a mystery no one questioned. Why Shelly would lock her room at night? For one reason or another, the whole Gardenview had faith in Shelly not doing anything aggravating or repulsive. The things behind the scenes would not be investigated, until a certain someone, that plays the majority role in this situation, had gotten a spare change of keys to everytoon’s room. Dandy, with caution, walked to the front of the mystery room. As his curiosity piqued, leaving Dandy to lose control of his breathing, he slowly slid the spare key inside the lock. He worked his fingers to open it, yet he struggled and was grunting while in the struggle. He heard a quiet click. That was his call. With no warning, he opened the door with a loud creak. -And Shelly was there, sitting on her bed, her legs spread while she was clutching something tight in her arms, followed by a familiar, weak whimpering. Dandy’s eyes adjusted to the darkness of her room, and saw his property, Pebble, dressed in a vibrant green blotchy dinosaur costume with sharp, plastic spikes on the top of it, being used to clean out Shelly’s insides sloppily, while struggling against her grip. A thin stream of sperm flowed out of Shelly’s cunt for a moment, leaving dirty stains on her bedsheets. Shelly would breathlessly murmur to Pebble in between breaths, sounding like she’s flying right now. She’d tell how he’s being a tiny little rock slut for her, making him uncomfortable, as he whined in between chokes. But Shelly kept talking dirty with him without an even tiniest hint of shame, leaving Dandy’s stomach twist painfully, as well as leave a burning feeling below his pelvis that grew hotter with every second… -He’s not getting off to this, is he?!- After a while, Shelly found herself squint to the pale light evading her room. Her body tensed up and her eyes went wide with realization. The behind the scenes were finally opened, and shown off to whoever it was that opened the door how much of a slut Shelly really is. With a hoarse gasp, she swung at Pebble with her knuckle. The rock would jump off her thigh, feeling a burning sensation that stung and trying to grab attention with its whimpers, backing himself in the corner of her room. In a panic, Shelly swung her head around to face the door, but found no one. She noticed it had just closing with a click. Forcibly grabbing Pebble from the corner, she gently opened the entrance to her room once again to look watch. Her eyes glinted with fear, not able to control her body trembling. After finding no one, her research of the area had come to a stop and kicked Pebble out, watching as he ran away. A few moments later, she had spotted a scarlet red petal. Realization had brutally ran Shelly over like a truck and left a gruesome mess. This seemed like a dream but it wasn’t. The one spotting her fuck around with Pebble was fucking Dandicus of all Toons. Ever since that incident, being aware of Dandy became an issue. She was aware of Dandy’s special interest in her; the way he looked at her. Shelly didn’t want her already miserable life ended like that. She’d totally ne killed. The guilty thoughts haunted Shelly everyday. It hurt her. It brought her below to a new level of down each and every day. She knew it was her fault. She couldn’t do anything. Everyone, including Dandy, will now hate her. But from Dandy’s perspective, He was enraged, filled with violent thoughts towards Shelly and constantly thought about tremendous list of ways to get her murdered. But, his anger had evolved into something far more, as he felt sexual traction and just the WANT to violently violate her… Who said the sight hadn’t turned him on? It was another evidence that Shelly was THE Toon Dandy desired and explained his crush on her. He desperately needed her… Once again, nothing of his humble shop was bought. He felt a wave of indescribable feeling of rage and sexual tension wash over him. It felt odd. “What a shame” – he audiably thought, his voice deep and filled with some sort of disappointment.. He tried to distract himself from the thoughts about that day, that moment, the thoughts of Shelly… Secretly, he was masturbating to the thoughts of her whilst alone… But all of that humping his own cock couldn’t handle the feeling still… He wouldn’t calm down if he just doesn’t get his way with Shelly right here and right now… Buckling his hips towards the ring of fingers around the base of his cock, slowing down to get a better grasp on the feeling of his veins bulging. He pressed his thumb on the tip and felt the sensitive area squirt some precum he later used as a natural, sticky, sloppy, wet lubricant as he added another hand. As he kept pumping his cock with now two hands, suddenly, images of Shelly in erotic poses, coming from Dandy’s delusion, started appearing inside of his mind. She would suck his dick, begging Dandy to pull out his cock and he’d tease her by going in deeper. He bit his lip. His delusion started shattering, bringing him back to reality as he felt the fire that pooled over his abdomen for all this time start to get out. He grunted out her name as he came even closer to cumming. –Ahh… Such a good slut for me... Shelly…- He purred out, feeling himself grow airheaded and breathless, ready to combust at any moment. He felt his blood buzzing inside his cock before it gave up on itself and unleashed a string of semen. He had gotten cum all over his hands and items. “I’ll have to restock..” He thought to himself. As he placed new items on his desk, he got an idea that might make a stop to his sexual misery and complicated feelings towards a certain shell.. On the floor Shelly and Tisha were hiding away from the Ichor corrupted once Toons behind a wall of crates and wooden boxes. They were watching as a Twisted Toodles jumped someone and easily ended their existence. Their insides were spilled onto the red, silky carpet of Rainbow rooms in the form of Ichor. “Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry…” – Shelly mumbled in a panic. She tried her last attempts before her full end of existence to ask higher powers to have mercy on her soul for the wrongdoings she’s just realizing she’s done on the course of her life. A thought appeared in her head suddenly. -How could she face any child like this?- And it made the insanity of the moment take over her head even more… She started hallucinating pain over her body as she thought for a punishment that would be fitting for the filthy thing she’d let herself become. Tisha could see Shelly’s distress take over her. She looked out of it, and no longer fighting her trembling. She stared at the ground, her prayers for forgiveness growing quieter, weaker and raspier due to the uneven breaths she takes. Tisha herself felt grow uneasy at the sight. It was probably the first time she saw her like this and she couldn’t stand it! To see her friend look and act like this. It WAS her duty to keep everything tidy. She doesn’t want her friend breaking down in front of her. “Shelly!” – Tisha called out, with her tone in an attempt to catch her friend’s attention. She noted the fact it had worked, as Shelly was now facing her. “Wh- Wha…” – Shelly muttered out and stiffened in surprise as the blue tissue box had reached out her hand to rub away her tears with no warning or say in this. “I need you to listen carefully.” – Tisha told her, putting aside her feather duster. She slowly leaned in forward, putting arms on Shelly’s shoulders and searching into her eyes with a serious expression. “I’ll go distract them. Even if I won’t be able to catch up, You’ll still be able to get the last machine and go to the elevator safe-” Tisha suddenly stopped as she watched her friend start to get emotional once more. In a hurried tone and overall panicked, she tried to take back her idea to stop Shelly from feeling under the weather. She shook her and quickly started suggesting ideas. “Fine, h-how about I’ll- Though, Tisha wasn’t able to pick out the right words to tell Shelly. While in the moment, her head felt emptied out of ideas; it was one of the times she REALLY needed Brightey to help her out- Tisha didn’t even get to finish, she heard a timid word out of Shelly. She tried to call out to Shelly as she ran away in a hurry. The moment felt in slow motion, as if she’d been so out of her mind, she’d been sitting in this spot for as long as she can remember. Tears welled up around Tisha’s eyes. She felt herself unwillingly scorch with hidden away memories of how she’d used to spend her time with Shelly, her bestest and totally coolest friend she’s glad she’d ever met! She grew airheaded and had a hard time standing up on her feet. With a loud cry, she ran to the opposite direction of where Shelly had gone. Despite the shell being far off from where she and Tisha had last been, she heard a barrage of Twisteds run a marathon after Tisha. She silently prayed for Tisha’s safety as she herself blindly extracted the last machine. A thunderous roar, much like a dinosaur’s, had proven her wrong. She had squealed in surprise and tripped over her feet, falling on her back. She immediately felt the same dreading feeling, like a hole in her chest. Something was off. Shelly tried to hide behind some crates, but the roaring didn’t stop for a while. As much real dinosaurs turned her on (thus why, using Pebble as a toy), this wasn’t the right moment at this point in time. She felt an intense ringing in her head. She grasped it maniacally, banging it against other objects in an attempt to claw out a giant hole as if she’d gone mad. But the ringing didn’t stop. Soon after, she had found herself face-to-face with a giant creature in front of her. She felt throbbing in her head as she forced herself to look up. She was greeted with pointy, different colored blades that she later made out to be petals, and, his face. Her body was stiff. She could hardly move her arm in an attempt to bring her body up and start running away. Even a gentle movement would bring an indescribable, strange sensation over her body. It hurt. She had glued her eyes on his face. She shook her head, feeling the end coming near, but something else piqued her attention. It being, some movement, specifically, wiggling. Left and right. Coming from the pelvis as it came closer to Shelly. Shelly’s eyes wandered around the room as her face darkened. A dark, Twisted cock had swung before her face and she later noticed the hungry gaze the Twisted gave towards her. In mere seconds, it had extended its arm around Shelly’s torso and brought her over to the tip of his dick. With a gentle movement of his clawed arm, he tore apart her panties, opening access to her anal. Shelly tried to protest, but her vocal chords we’re crushed due to force applied by Dandy. She shook her head in an attempt to free herself, but he’d harden his grip the more she struggled. He seated Shelly on his tip, rubbing her little compared to his body against his cock. Shelly found herself getting wet and now sliding against his trunk smoothly as much as she hated it at first. Her body was betraying her. The rhythm had become more sloppy and far more quicker compared to before. He hungrily started pumping his own hips to Shelly, penetrating her swollen lips. With a good amount of force put into it, Dandy suddenly threw Shelly against the floor, causing her to bounce a little amount of distance and hit the floor again, followed by a muffled crack of her shell. Dandy picked out what he could penetrate her asshole with next. He hungrily looked at his free hand. Shelly, on the other hand, had zero clue at what this Twisted has in mind, due to the limited vision range… The stinging and burning sensation was cutting all throughout her insides, nearly being torn apart. She felt her breath being taken away from her once again as she choked on her gasp. Forced to submit being clawed open from the inside, she slowly felt a complete new sensation: Shockwaves of burning desire and heat. The liquid squelch had filled the whole room that has now become a place of frenzy. Shelly felt herself grow tight. And with that, her vision go white. A thick line of Ichor dripped out of her anal and make a giant puddle. She found herself getting so hot, that she secretly rubbed her hand against her clit while still in Dandy’s grasp. Dandy had let out few more shattering thrusts inside of Shelly, his eyes rolling back. She was dropped to the floor as he suddenly opened up his palm again. She experienced a sense of relief, but at the same time, she felt weird about this whole situation… She wanted to stay like this, begging for more and more. Those feelings were short lived. As she laid on her back, he fucked his way into her mouth. As he pulled out, a noticeable white stream of saliva connected Shelly’s mouth and his dick. Dandy pumped his cock and Shelly could only watch as his veins popped with each movement due to not having enough strength to get up. Then, he had unleashed all his “goods” on Shelly. It took a lot of effort to get out of his semen. She couldn’t believe she let herself get violated like that and that she wanted more… The fact that she also let her body trail off to a five minute slumber was also disgusting. On her way to the elevator, she picked out a few bandages to try and hide her fresh “marked up” spot by this merciless beast. She met Tisha by the elevator that must have been waiting for a while now. “What’s up? You okay? What took you so long…?” Tisha barraged Shelly with questions, while Tisha, herself, looked calm and collected. Shelly struggled to steady herself. She didn’t reply and just kept shaking. She felt helpless, trapped little mouse in a cage slowly filling up with water. She couldn’t even distinguish reality and some sort of wet dream she has on a daily basis anymore. She REALLY got cummed all over… She could never say what actually happened to her the floor below to Tisha. Never.