Have A Goth and Bimbo Christmas (Patreon)

I always loved these two. It’s a real lazy idea with a few barely redesigned stereotypes of characters, but I love mismatched but friendly characters and couples.

I still think Marla and Brittany are effectively a couple but aren’t there yet. They like to fool around too much and haven’t addressed the idea of them being together, just that they both like to fuck and treat each other like sisters. Kind of the spirit of The Bully Code; they would firmly deny being each other’s girlfriends, but will sleep together constantly just because they’re intimately comfortable with each other. I think give these two long enough and they’ll come around to the idea. For now, they just do horny hijinx together, being happily grumpy and bubbly with one another. Still no idea how they ended up as besties though. They probably got stuck together on a project in school and just ended up liking each other.

I got a few other ideas of them that I’ve been poking at, like them going to one of Marla’s metal concerts together or something about meeting their hot moms. Or pull a classic Sandy and throw a new character in there. Add Farmgirl to Goth and Bimbo BFFs as their online buddy.

The dorm had turned the lower floor into their in-house Christmas party. The RA’s had always been chill about them getting rowdy since Arbor House they rarely did any real damages in their celebrations. Having the student advisors (as well as most of the residents) attending and some light alcohol , things were generally set up to be a cheery but thoroughly enjoyable holiday bash.

“This is lame as shit, dude,” Marla muttered. She took another nursing sip of beer between her dark lips. Despite the upbeat party, she had come dressed in her usual black hoodie over some sweats with skulls on the ankles. Her fair skin and blonde hair with the red streak in it seemed about as Christmassy as she was going to get on her own. She had a santa hat on her head, but she hadn’t put it there herself. That had been Brittany’s doing.

“Oh c’mon! It’s super fun, right?! I got you a hat and everything!” Brittany chimed in her usual bubbly and chipper voice. The two girls were incredibly mismatched, despite their long-standing friendship. Brittany’s dark skin and bubbly personality went against Marla’s grim frown, even as she slung her arms around her neck from behind. Brit had let her puffy dark brown hair hang around her shoulders, making room for the hair clip with reindeer antlers and ears attached. She wore green leggings with assorted stockings, christmas trees and the like all over them and a snug sweater with Baby Yoda on the front. For such a thick and fuzzy garment, it was still revealing as her big breasts stretched it out and left some of her toned stomach exposed.

“Hat’s don’t make things fun. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that,” Marla grunted, even as Brit hugged her boobs tightly against her back.

“You have to make your own fun! Did you see me dancing out there a minute ago?” Brit asked excitedly. Her gothy friend cracked a hint of a smile.

“Yea… that was cool. I didn’t know you could twerk to Jingle Bell Rock.”

“See?! You just gotta let loose. Be your fun self and enjoy the Christmas partayyy~!” Brittany pumped her arms over her head, bouncing on her toes as more than a few people looked at her hyped bobbing and jiggling.

“Hey, I asked the guy working the keg for a refill. I’ve been pretty damn social for me,” Marla pointed out. Her eyes stayed locked in her apathetic scowl as Brittany pushed her fingers under her cheeks to boost them into a smile. Marla opened her mouth wider so she could snap her lips shut around her fingertips and go back to frowning.

“See? C’mon c’mon! I love this time of year! Everything’s so chilly out there but it’s cozy and warm in here! And I get to wear ugly sweaters and they’re so, like, super poofy and snuggly! Gets me feelin’ so… y’know?”

“Horny?” Marla asked dryly.

“Yea~! How’d you know?”

“You’re horny all year round, dude. I don’t think it’s your Christmas fetish that gets you like this.”

“It might be,” Brittany chirped, putting a pink-tipped finger to her kissably pouty lips. Marla just shook her head.

One of the frat boys patted Marla on the shoulder, but she quickly shot an elbow behind her and tagged him in the stomach. He was cut enough that it barely rattled him, but he grunted as Marla nodded in acknowledgement.

“Sorry. Thought you were a krampus. Or Jack Frost nipping at my ass. What’s up?”

“No prob,” the buzzcut boy smirked uncertainly. “I gotta make a food run upstairs and the bros are busy. Can you watch the keg for me?”

Marla rolled her eyes towards Brittany. “This is what I get for talking to anyone ever. I told you it’s a bad move at a party.” She rolled her neck melodramatically.

“Fiiine. What do I do?”

“Just one at a time and don’t let anyone get too wasted. You’ll be fine.” He moved to pat her on the arm, but her usual death glare and recent elbow shot made him hesitate. Saving face, he patted Brittany on the arm instead. “Thanks a load, bra.”

“He owes me a load alright,” Marla muttered as they moved over to the keg. It was planted in a tub of ice on the countertop lining the kitchen, making it easier for people to draw the beer out. Marla stepped into the kitchen and leaned on the counter, always glad to prop herself up on something to make her slacking even easier. Brittany quickly joined her, propping up her own arms and tits beside her.

“So are we still gonna watch Christmas movies together this year?” the black bimbo asked excitedly.

“If you call ‘em Christmas movies… I guess.” Marla’s favorites were mostly excuses to dodge out of watching actual Christmas specials with Brittany; Santa’s Sleigh, Nightmare Before Christmas, Die Hard, the one where Rudolph’s really into death metal, A Christmas Carol (it was full of ghosts, so that was good enough for Marla)...

Brittany frowned to see her friend was still not perking up. It was pretty common, really, but this felt like an occasion when even her emo besty should be able to get a little bit cheery. She racked her brain for a moment before she snapped her fingers and knelt down behind the counter.

“What’s up? You need a snack or sommmmme shit!” Marla hissed. She grabbed at her sweatpants too late as Brittany pulled them down around her ankles. It left her predictably black panties with “Suffocate” printed in plain white text across the ass.

“Something like that! Just keep a lookout out for me,” the cheerleader warned. She groped her friend’s buns, Marla lacking the bubble butt that the squatting Brittany did but with some definitely meaty hips to her. The goth blushed through her usual poker face as she squirmed behind the counter.

“Ah shit!”

Brittany buried her face into her best friend’s pale butt, motorboating between her cheeks while squeezing them from either side. Her lips parted and puckered again, teasing them against Marla’s asshole and pussy. The goth bit her dark lip as another student came over.

“Hi, can I get a refill?” the short brunette asked politely. Marla had to shake herself out of her shock and arousal, tossing her red and blonde hair around.

“Yea. Right. Sure. Drink safe or whatever,” she rattled off as she started to fill up her plastic cup. Brittany giggled softly behind her, boosting up Marla’s juicy ass with her hands to curl her tongue and run it against her quickly swelling clit.

“Ahh~! Fuck,” Marla hissed out under her breath. She leaned harder into the countertop to steady herself against her bimbo buddy’s unseen oral.

“You alright?” the random dormmate on the other side asked.

“Yep! Thought the spout was jammed but it’s not. Merry Christmas. Now go get your krunk on.”

Marla hastily thrust the refilled beer out at the girl. The brunette gave her a puzzled look before returning to the mingling guests. Marla let out a low whine as she squirmed in place while trying to keep hiding her pantslessness.

“Brit, you fuckin’ thirsty bitch,” the goth grumbled. Brittany just moaned as she brought her mouth up to focus on Marla’s ass, peppering it with bubblegum colored lipstick marks before sliding her tongue into her friend’s asshole. Marla let out a long hiss as her dark nails gouged at the counter, trying to keep from grunting or crying out from Brittany’s teasing. It only got harder as the black girl’s hands slid around her thighs, caressing them as she started to dip her fingers into Marla’s pussy. She fingered the goth firmly enough to push her hips backward, making eating out her ass that much easier with the extra leverage.

“Yo, can I get one of those eggnog shots?” A lanky guy in a beanie and an ironically ugly sweater stumbled up to the counter. Marla swallowed hard and glanced over the countertop.

“Yea, no. We’re all out,” she quickly excused so she could go back to controlling her breathing to not sound like a bitch in heat.

“Oh, nah. They were keeping them in the fridge,” the wasted student pointed out. Marla glanced over her shoulder, seeing the appliance a good five feet away. Not close enough that she could reach it without exposing her whole lipstick-covered ass.

With a wet smooching sound, Brittany parted her lips and mouth from Marla’s hidden lower half. She leaned over and popped the fridge open, plucking up one of the small creamy cups and passed it off to Marla. She took it a bit unsteadily as she quietly wished for more of Brittany’s adoration.

“Right. Got it,” she replied, sliding it back towards the drunk dude.

“Sweet. How’d you get that?” he asked with a faintly amused smile.

“Santa’s little helpers,” Marla answered impatiently. “Is that it?”

The guy just shrugged and downed his shot as he walked off.

“Told you I’ve got your back,” Brittany chimed from behind the counter. “MMF!”

Marla grabbed her by the hair and shoved her face back into her ass.

“Shut up and finish before they get back,” she demanded, a husky neediness behind her irritated voice. Brittany obediently buried her tongue back into her asshole, flexing and curling it as she fingered Marla from the front. The blonde goth leaned into the counter, pushing her hips back further into her friend’s face and grinding against her. She stifled a moan as she bucked her hips, the warm and steady flow of her orgasm soaking over Brittany’s fingers. The cheerleader gave a drawn-out smooch to her asshole before pulling back with a wet smack of her pouty lips.

“There! That help get you in the Christmas spirit?” she asked brightly.

“It made me get in the ‘every time you’re horny’ spirit,” Marla groaned as she pulled her sweatpants back up. “So pretty much normal.”

“Ah, you know you loved it~!” Brittany giggled. “Now I gotta wash that down with one of those eggnog thingies. I could go for something thick and creamy about now.”

“I’d think you’d had enough of that already,” Marla muttered as Brittany stuck her head into the fridge. Marla adjusted her underwear, accidentally bumping into the wall just beside the plastic Santa standing on a colorful platform.

“HOHOHO!” it blurted, reacting to the noise. The base of the novelty toy vibrated rapidly, making the Santa dance rapidly on top while his boots stuck to the platform. Marla jumped in surprise and rolled her eyes before they landed on Brittany’s ass. If she was up for some surprised and playing dirty at this party…

Marla popped open the bottom of the Christmas decoration. She had taken apart enough of her toys and jailbroke her phone to know the basics of how these kinds of cheap machines worked. She took out the small chip that caused the vibration before setting it back down.

“Uhmmmm. Do I want the shots or the gingerbread schnaps?” Brittany pondered, still bent double in front of the fridge so her breasts dangled halfway out of her sweater’s bottom. Marla slid a hand over her hips, sneaking the vibration chip down Brittany’s panties before slapping her on her bubble butt.

“Just pick one and get a move on, Bri. Don’t worry about me,” the goth ordered impatiently. Brittany popped back up with a startled coo before rubbing her butt.

“Okay, okay! Shots then,” she decided. She took her tiny cup of spiked nog and trotted back off to the party. The frat bro who had been manning the station came back as Marla refilled her cup and let him take over, leaning against another wall to watch her mingling friend. She waited until Brittany was getting into a conversation with a couple of other girls when she went walking past, snapping her fingers sharply down by the black bimbo’s hips.

“HOHOHO!” her panties suddenly chortled. Brittany stiffened up as the vibration mechanism went wild just shy of her pussy.

“You okay, Brittany?” one of the RA’s asked.

“Ohhhh yup! Totally! Just my ringtone! Probably just a text,” she excused quickly. She wasn’t the sharpest bulb in the box, and she and Marla had a reputation for fooling around as they felt like it. But Brittany at least knew enough not to go digging in her panties in the middle of the party. She shook her head and snapped back to her conversation.

“So anywho, I saw this super cute blouse the other day and it was, like, totally two sizes too small but I thought it was totes worth it anyway, cuz OMG, so cute~!”

Marla buzzed by her again and slapped a hand against her own thigh, making a popping noise loud enough to trigger it again. The jovial laughter came with another silent buzzing as Brittany’s full lips quivered. She hopped a bit in surprise, but as she landed and her ass started jiggling in her tight leggings, it triggered another bout of vibrating and hohoho’s that made Brittany cross her legs and bite her lip with a soft mewling. Her thick thighs rubbed together as Marla snickered to herself.

Did her ass cheeks just clap hard enough to activate the toy’s sensor?

Eager to see where this went, Marla shoved the back of one of the happier-looking drunks at the party.

“Yo! Fuckin’ uhh… what’s your name?” Marla asked.

“Kate…”

“Yea, that’s it. Hey! Kate here’s gonna lead us in some carols, everybody!”

A few cheers went up as the buzzed girl blushed from the attention.

“What? Nooo, I couldn’t-”

“Ah, c’mon. Kate! Kate! Kate!” Marla started chanting and clapping her hands. The gathered drunk college kids didn’t need much motivation to start clapping and chanting, turning to egg Kate on. She started blushing and laughing as heads turned towards her, but Marla glanced back at the squirming Brittany. A fresh clap every half second was setting the makeshift vibrator off like crazy as her eyes rolled and she clenched her fists. A wet patch quickly formed on the crotch of her panties and leggings as it went out of control between her legs. The cheerleader’s already bubbly brain just shut down as she groaned and came in her panties unnoticed by the rest of the chanting room.

The gush of cum running down her thigh cleared her head enough to reach into her leggings, turning away from the rest of the party to yank the chip out. She turned to find Marla grinning knowingly at her as Kate started an off-key rendition of Rudolph.

“You’re so meeeean, Marly,” Brittany whined, clenching her fists and tossing thel chortling device onto a spare chair.

“You know you loved it,” Marla scoffed, tossing the line back in her friend’s face. “Besides, look what you made me do? You made me smile and I even got people to start singing Christmas carols. That’s about as ‘tis the season as I’m gonna get this time of year.”

Marla’s eyes slowly lit up with glee. “You mean it?! You’re really feeling cheery and Christmassy and junk?!”

“Don’t count on this being a regular thing, but yea,” Marla admitted. “Came hard and punked you pretty hard. That’s a good party to me.”

She nudged Brittany in her toned side. “Now can we please go back to the room? At least long enough to change?”

“Good idea! I remembered I have a spare Christmas sweater you can wear! It even has a little bit of black on it!”

“Ugh… whatever.” Marla and Brittany started towards the stairwell when another guest came hurrying down the steps. One of the stocky girls from the field hockey team stopped short and blinked in surprise.

“Oop! ‘Scuse me,” the freckled girl grinned. She took a step back to let them through before glancing upward. She cracked a smile back at the two.

“Uh oh. You two are under the mistletoe,” she teased, nodding up towards the doorframe. Marla and Brittany looked up to see that was exactly the case. The singing had died down enough for the party to notice as well, laughing and hooting at the sight of the mismatched pair beneath the cheesy tradition.

“Huh. How long did they have that up there?” Brittany asked vacantly.

“Seriously?” Marla groaned. She caught Brittany’s eye and shrugged. “We doing this?”

“I guess we have to, right? Otherwise Santa will curse us or something?”

“That’s way wrong,” Marla pointed out. “But kind of metal. So yea, if we’re doing this, we’re doing it right.”

“Totally~!”

The girls grabbed each other’s cheeks and mashed together into an aggressive makeout session. Shocked or excited shouts rang out from the party as Marla pinned Brittany back against the wall, pressing her lips and breasts into Brit’s bigger pairs. Brittany moaned noisily, arching her back and gyrating her hips into the goth’s like only the slutty cheerleader could.

They opened their mouths wide to shamelessly roll their tongues together, drooling over their docked together chests. Brittany wrapped her legs around her waist as Marla spun her around, pressing her into the opposite wall as the goth smacked her roommate’s ass. Her thick booty jiggled as Marla’s hand vanished under her Christmas sweater, squeezing her big jiggling jugs firmly between her dark fingernails. Brittany gave a long and happy moan, peaking at a squeak when Marla pinched her nipples just how she liked.

The party whistled and cheered on the raunchy display, something Brittany was used to in her cheerleading. She knew when they wanted more and figured this all counted towards Santa’s rules if it was one long kiss. She let her legs hit the floor around and slid neatly around Marla’s body. She peppered her lips along her lips and neck before teasing her collarbone, drawing another moan out of the showy goth. She locked lips with her again, black and pink lipstick mixing together as Brittany’s hand slid into Marla’s hoodie and sweats.

Marla arched her back and grunted as the airheaded girl’s fingers teased her pierced nipples and pussy lips. Her head tilted back to stay locked into their kiss, uncaring that everyone at the dorm was cheering on their barely disguised fucking. Marla figured even if people remembered it after all the drinking, there was that weird veil of deniability by keeping them clothes on.

The goth pulled on the bimbo’s hair to spur her on, getting Brittany to finger faster and deeper. Marla writhed in her grasp as she felt her up, shutting her eyes as her digits tapped firmly right at the base of her clit. Marla ground her hips up and down, rubbing her ass against Brittany’s lap. The moaning and grunting girls shuddered together as they quickly came in front of everyone, slumping against each other as the partygoers cheered.

“Lesbian makeouts! It’s a Christmas miracle!” one of the frat boys laughed as he went for another beer. The girls caught each other’s eyes and Marla nodded.

“Okay. So the party was a good idea,” she admitted begrudgingly. “Now can we please go change?”

“Will you wear the sweater?” Brit asked with her usual optimistic smile. Marla replied with her usual groan and frown.

“Fine.” She started towards the door again before stopping and gesturing Brittany to go ahead of her. It was fun and all, but no need to instigate two mistletoes in one night. Besides, the mismatched besties had free time in their bedroom if they wanted more.