SIDESTORY - Bird on the Street (Patreon)

Mid-month, we've got another short story for you guys; this time, featuring our folks at Thot Wings! A lot of people really liked our last run-in with them, so I figured it'd only be fair to feature them in their own mini-sode.

  As always, if you like Luffy's work, you can find him HERE, and our last fic can be found HERE.   

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“Hi there, honey! Y’ever heard of Thot Wings?”

Honey had approached a random man passing by on the street. The curvy and dark-skinned girl smiled warmly, curling her pronounced and pouty lips across her black and white-painted face.

"I don't think so - I’m, uh, not usually in this part of town."

"Then you should definitely stop by! If you’re feelin’ peckish, know that we’ve got the sweetest and spiciest treats you could ever want!" Honey handed him one of her fliers; she had a stack of them tucked in the waistband of her snug black shorts. She was dressed in her usual Thot Wings uniform, stationed a few miles out from the store to help draw in customers while the rest of their staff kept the restaurant in order. 

“You in a hurry? We’re givin’ out some free samples, if you’d like to try~!” The clown girl gestured over to their kiosk. Just for today, the sidewalk had become a decorated dine-in of billboards, atmospheric lighting, and a picnic table covered in plates of steaming hot chicken wings. Honey’s partner-in-crime - the ever-intimidating Grill - was standing behind the table with her arms folded impatiently over her bulging chest.

"Sure! I was actually looking for lunch, so--" He stuck the flier into his pocket and took a seat. As he pulled himself towards the table, Honey caught the back of his chair and spun him around, straddling his waist with her fat thighs.

"Wasn't talkin' ‘bout the wings, hon," Honey purred, pulling on his collar. She planted a wet kiss on his mouth, letting her soft and cushiony lips part his to slip her tongue between them. She let an exaggerate moan pronounce the two of them amidst a busy street, only stopping her sloppy advances to let the man breathe. Without a doubt, he was dumbstruck - Honey, as bubbly as ever, didn’t need any words; the show would continue. She slowly slid her hips down his lap, brushing her thigh past the thick tent he pitched because of her. 

The passing foot traffic gave the ladies their fair share of watching eyes - but none were so bold as to stop Honey in the middle of her public display. She squatted down in front of his lap, keeping her eyes locked with her customer’s as she confidently unzipped his pants. One curious glance from a stranger passing by prompted Honey to thrust out her hips to grab their full attention.

She kept her focus on her playmate, simultaneously shaking her ass to get her newcomer to pluck one of the fliers conveniently stuffed into her waistband. Once that was done, Honey wasted no time in freeing her customer’s cock from his pants to give him what he came here for. 

Honey planted another long kiss on her customer - this time, centering her lips on the head of his cock. She lightly sucked the tip, massaging it with the flat of her tongue.

The man groaned in approval and lounged back in his chair, letting Honey settle herself in between his legs. She leveraged herself upon his knees, using the momentum to bring her mouth back down on top of the stranger's shaft to swallow down as much as she could muster. Her plush lips softly squeezed around his cock, sliding further and further down until she had him balls-deep in her mouth. Honey leaned into the last few centimeters until her clown nose honked against his stomach - a cute punchline to her impressive show. The man huffed and grabbed her puffy pink-blonde hair, thrusting up to get as much of his thick cum down his hostess’ throat as possible. Honey jerked him off softly to help the process along; slurping down every drop of seed before she slid his softening cock out of her full lips.

"There’s your free sample," Honey winked. "If you stop on by, I think you’d like how I treat paying customers even more. Just ask for honey, y’hear?"

"Oh, wow. Definitely," the man sighed, pulling himself together as Honey helped him with his pants. "So, wait - do I order Honey, or is your name Honey?"

"I told you it was confusing," Grill muttered, having seen Honey’s show take place but a table away. Honey just rolled her eyes.

"Sorry, sugar. I’m Honey, so you can head on down to Hot Wings and ask for me. Now you have a good one, alright?"

"Wait, so I’m sugar?"

Grill rolled her eyes and hoisted the customer up by the collar, throwing him back out on the street. "Guys don’t take wordplay well once you’ve sucked their brain out through their cocks."

"Hyaha! I guess not, huh? Do you want a turn, honey?" Honey asked, strutting by to plant her large bottom behind Grill’s table. The giant goth shrugged, took a basket of hot wings, and stepped further out into the sidewalk.

"Hey, you!" Grill barked, pointing at a passing college boy. The poor boy jumped in surprise, knocking several books out of his arms.

“O-Oh, god - am I under arrest?” he stammered, looking up to catch eyes with the buff and black-clad women in front of him. Grill’s intimidating presence only grew stronger as she strode towards him and loomed over his shrinking self.

“No. Try our food.” She offered. Grill held the basket in front of her firm tits, directing his eyes until they were right where she wanted them.

“O-Okay…” The nervous college kid gingerly reached for the basket, only to have Grill swiftly lift it well above his reach. It left the poor boy grabbing a plentiful amount of her tit instead. It was surprisingly soft.

“The basket isn’t for you. You’ll have to eat it like this,” she told him flatly. Ignoring his slip-up, Grill pulled down her top, showing off more of her pale and deep cleavage. She placed a crispy leg of chicken in-between her breasts. The student hesitated for a moment, until a glance at Grill’s cold-hearted glare snapped him back to reality.

The customer warily raised his hand towards Grill’s cleavage. At this rate, the boy was going to faint before he even grazed her flesh. Unfortunately for him, she didn’t have the time, patience, or desire to encourage his advances. Instead, Grill set the basket aside to grab the boy by the wrists and yanked them to her sides. The sudden pull planted the boy’s face directly into her pale and cushy rack.

“Get in there and eat it,” Grill demanded. As was often the case, intimidation seemed to work wonders for her; without much choice, the student buried his face into her cleavage, sporting an uncomfortably hard erection that pushed against Grill’s thick thigh. Not being the most experienced, the boy did what he thought was appropriate - namely, nuzzling and licking the deep valley between her tits as he pursued the deeply-wedged chicken, not that she minded. He leaned in closer, subconsciously grinding his junk against Grill's muscular leg to try and gain leverage into the tall goth's chest. All the while, Honey watched in amusement, clapping when the boy finally snagged the chicken between his teeth - and, well, he had to admit - it did taste pretty good. The taste of muscular goth titties rubbing off on it probably helped. With his meal finished, he reluctantly shuffled back - only to find that Grill wasn’t letting go of his arm.

"Don't forget to clean your plate." 

Grill pulled down her bra and top with one swift motion, letting her fat breasts flop into view. The college kid, while as nervous as ever, had the gumption to continue, catching onto Grill’s less-than-subtle intentions. Her large, pink nipples were the first thing he noticed - the second; a few dark red streaks of sauce that had trickled down her chest. The boy opened his mouth, deliberating his next action, but wouldn’t get the opportunity to act - Grill impatiently palmed his head and shoved him back into her cleavage to finish cleaning her off. Getting the picture, he started licking the dominant amazon's breasts, grunting when he could feel her clenching her thighs around his pained erection. Drool slathered her breasts as he humped and licked in an erratic rhythm, letting his sloppy work drip down her nipples. Her powerful arms hugged him roughly against her, keeping him close until he finished the job.

His eager mouth slipped around her nipple, sucking the last of the sweet and tangy sauce from her chest until it glistened slick with saliva. Grill looked down to discover her approach had worked better than she thought - the boy had came in the midst of his advances, leaving a wet patch between her thighs. That was all she needed to see before she finally let him back onto the street. The gasping college student straightened himself on shaky legs, only to be pushed back further as Grill stuffed a flier down his shirt. She fixed her tits and stared him down.

"Directions are on the flier. Tell your friends," she grimaced.

"Y-Yes, ma’am!" the boy stuttered mousily, unaware of his wide grin as he hurried off to change his pants.

"You're always so rough with the cute ones, hon," Honey giggled.

Grill gave Honey a nonchalant glance, before turning her head to hide the barest inch of a smile beginning to form. Knowing Grill, she might as well have been grinning from ear-to-ear.

"The cute ones like it rough," Grill explained as she picked her plate back up.

"Honey, I think you mean you like it rough," Honey added.

"I do. They just have to learn to keep up."

“Aww, but isn’t your type totally when they don’t?” 

Honey turned to see Grill crushing an empty can in her grip. She looked back at the sweating clown, who laughed nervously.

"Aha… Maybe it’s my turn to take over," Honey smiled, stepping out and gently plucking the can from her co-worker’s hands. Grill rolled her eyes and sat back at the table, popping out her phone and and earbuds. Honey wasn’t sure what she listened to, but whatever it was, it was enough to put Grill in the mood to pump iron; the amazonian had reached around the table to pull out a dumbbell to keep herself busy. Whatever works, she supposed.

The bubblier of the two girls went back to passing out wings and fliers. She did her job well enough, but it was clear which method worked best. It wasn’t too long before she grabbed a bespectacled young man by the arm in an attempt to garner more customers. "Wow, hon - where did you get that shirt? I love it to death~!"

The stranger had to look down to even remember what he was wearing; a glow-in-the-dark tee with a bunch of sexy, demonic clowns posing on the front. "Oh, uh - that? Horny Harlequins From Hell. It's just an old movie I liked as a kid. Have you seen it before?"

"Heck no, but I know what I'm doin' this weekend!"

"Seriously?" Grill paused her tunes and looked over from the other table. "Even I've heard of that one. Isn’t the ‘sexy clown’ bit your entire thing?"

Honey stuck her tongue out at Grill before turning back to her customer, leaning in close enough that her nose honked against his. "Well, anyways - speakin' of this weekend, didja have any plans?"

“I... really wasn’t sure. I was going to see what my gaming group was up to, but…” His eyes roamed downward to look over Honey’s ample curves. She smirked and gave a flick of her wrist, popping a fresh flier from out of her cleavage.

“Well, honey, why don’t you tell your friends about our store? We got bottomless pitchers this Saturday, and all the saucy, spicy babes you can handle~!” A thought crossed her mind, and she bit her lip. “While I have you here… I do love a fellow clown enthusiast. How’d you like a little hop inside my bouncy castle?” She turned to rub her butt into his lap, slapping a hand across her wide and dark booty to jiggle it against his junk.

The guy wouldn’t have called himself a clown enthusiast, but he sure wasn’t about to point that out to a girl coming onto him. He locked eyes with her batting lashes and flirtatious smile, taking the initiative and kissing her tempting lips. Honey gave a high and amused moan, tilting her head to kiss him back. She bent over and braced her hands against the nearby wall, helping herself push and grind her hips into his clothed boner.

“Can you at least use the alley?” Grill sighed as she continued to pump iron. “You’re taking up half the sidewalk over there.”

“But what about the free advertisement?”

“You’re not advertising. You’re just horny.”

"Ha! Oh, well. C'mere, honey," The thick clown purred as she ran a hand under her new playmate's chin. She thumbed her nose for a playful honk as she took his hand, guiding him into the alleyway beside them. She popped a fresh lollipop into her mouth and wiggled her curvy hips, pulling down her shorts around her knees. The stranger gulped, feeling more than a little excited at the big and bouncing chocolate-skinned booty in front of him. It was a lot bigger than it looked in those tight pants. "Whaddya waitin’ for? Why don't you bring out that big top of yours and have some fun?"

Adjusting his glasses, the boy was more than glad to pull his throbbing cock out from the confines of his pants. Honey rolled the candy around in her mouth and popped it out to feign a gasp at his presentation - the boy was larger than he looked. Not wanting to be left behind, Honey kneaded her ass cheeks against his length, spreading them apart to offer him her pre-lubed asshole. He pressed his cock against her puckered rim just for her to let go of her cheeks, letting her dark, fat cheeks claps together and trap him inside. She bounced her hips up and down, barely short of riding his cock. Meanwhile, her pliable butthole and soft, cushiony butt teased him until precum slathered the cleft of her cheeks. He squeezed them on either side, humping excitedly in preparation of what was to come.

He finally pushed himself forward, just enough for the next drop of Honey's ass to slam him snugly inside of her. She hummed with pleasure and rolled the lollipop around in her mouth. Honey nodded along in time with her twerking, tossing her poofy pink-blonde hair around like a set of pompoms, encouraging her partner to clap her cheeks in kind. Each full pump of Honey's hips pulled him deeper into her asshole, forcing louder, deeper grunts of approval from the horny clown. “You havin’ fun back there too?” Honey chimed, looking over her shoulder. The boy adjusted his glasses, too caught up in her booty to respond. Instead, he showed her his appreciation by hilting his cock in her ass. The alleyway echoed with a combination of grunts, giggles, and the loud ball-slapping sex accompanying them. Honey laughed as her nose honked against the brick wall. The boy, unable to hold back, felt himself squeezed for all he was worth, letting loose a week’s worth of cum deep into her bowels. He struggled to pull himself out, offering to clean up the sloppy mess he had made.

"Aw, hon! You think that’s messy?" Honey giggled. "Visit me at Thot Wings, and I'll show you what I can do with a can of whipped cream."

Honey rolled her lollipop to the side of her mouth and planted a cherry-flavored kiss on his cheek. She tucked a flier down the front of his pants before heading back to their work station. Grill was still there, stuffing her cell phone back into her pocket. "The boss just texted us," she reported. "She says we're supposed to be letting customers sample our store through the chicken, not handjobs and lapdances."

Honey frowned as she struggled to pull her shorts back over her fat booty. "Well, shoot. Still - no such thing as bad publicity!” She held the tip of her lollipop as she sucked thoughtfully. She wondered why her own phone hadn’t gone off-- just as someone tapped her on the shoulder.

“Excuse me, miss...”

Honey turned around and dropped her jaw. Her candy promptly fell from her mouth and cracked against the sidewalk, but the clown paid it no mind. In front of her was a gorgeous dark-haired young man. He held out a cellphone - bright yellow, with pink party balloon stickers dotted across the case. 

"Is this yours?" the man inquired. Honey stammered, racking her brain for a response. The stranger stoically continued. "I found it just up the street, and I figured it might’ve been yours." Grill, across the table, recognized the device immediately. It must’ve flown out of Honey’s back pocket when she was twerking earlier… a big reason why Grill kept her belongings in a lockbox.

"U-Uh, um… no! I mean - yes, that’s mine! Thank you so much, hon!" Honey snapped back to her senses, her cheeks blushing redder than her nose. Grill sighed. If she had a type - well, this was Honey’s.

"It's no problem." The dark-haired man passed it off to the blushing and under-dressed clown with a slight nod. "Have a good day. And be careful, alright?"

"I will..." Honey mumbled dreamily. "I mean, uh, thanks! You too," she blurted out. Honey beamed and waved after him as the man walked away. She had contented herself with watching him until Grill approached and nudged Honey's shoulder.

"Got it that bad, huh?" Honey couldn't hide it, even if she wanted to. Grill sighed, and nodded. "It's not like you to be at a loss for words. I’m impressed."

"I’ve never seen anyone like that before," She squeezed her phone, still feeling the lingering warmth of his hand around the casing. "Boys like that don’t visit stores like ours, Grill. I wonder who he is..."

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The young man kept on walking, none-the-wiser about his secret admirer. Catching the eyes of other people was something he had grown accustomed to over the years - and while flattered, he rarely gave thought towards acting upon the admiration of other people. After all, he was a self-diagnosed workaholic, with rarely enough time to spend on himself. While he was contended, he had no doubt that his work would hamper a relationship with any prospective partner.

He swung open the door to the back of his workplace, waving casually to one of his co-workers as he hit the locker room.

"Hi, Chef! Right on time!" Tips grabbed him in a big, bosomy hug. Chef didn't even flinch - at this point he just learned to live being smothered in his day-to-day. “I was just looking for some afternoon fun~!”

"No thanks, Tips." Chef shrugged as Tips pouted and let him go. He thought for a moment, and patted her on the shoulder. "You’re in luck, though. I think there’s a circus coming to town.”