5N@F Request 1

Hello friends. Here is a request I did for Bud. If you have a request just shoot me a line here or in the forums and I'll be happy to oblige. No warning because this is pure love.

Bud's outline

>goldenbonnie is getting sick and tired of purple guy sitting inside her endoskeleton
>she finds out purple guy is incredibly disgusted by the idea of being fucked, and homosexuality in general.
>Gold bonnie decides to get revenge on purple guy, she goes to the night guards office and has him plough the living shit out of her.
>Gold bonnie realizes she likes getting dominated, purple guy hating it makes her want it even more.
>a consensual nonconsensual degrading hatefuck ensues.
>Nightguard ends up having Goldbon lift up her mask and shooting his load into purpleguys crying mummified face

"Aw man I can't wait to kill again!" the spirit of the murderer said. "It's been so long since I have taken life!"
Golden Bonnie's head twitched. "Can you keep it to yourself?" she said. "I've been hearing the same shit for years now.
"I can't help it," the Murderer said. "Besides, what the hell are you going to do to me? Stuff me in a suit?"
"Goddamn it," Golden Bonnie said. "Why couldn't you have been stuffed into the Freddy suit?"
"That guy?" the Murderer said. "He's such a stiff.  Besides, I got you to plan out how I'm gonna kill the security guard.  Should I surprise him? Should i make it slow or quick?
"What you should do," Golden Bonnie said. "is get a girlfriend."
"EWWWWWW," the Murderer said. "That's disgusting!"
"What?" Golden Bonnie said." You don't like girls? I never took you for being gay."
"That's even worse!" he said. "Just the thought of a slimy phallus rubbing against another one is just gross.  Or even trying to get anywhere near those drippy vaginas, ugh."
Golden Bonnie stared at the opposite wall.  The voice of the Murderer was fuzzy as she traced the pattern of the tiles with her eyes. She smiled. “Hey,” she said.  “I think I hear the guard. “You want to go get him?”
“Hell yeah!” the Murderer said.
Golden Bonnie got up then walked outside the room.
The security guard bounced his rubber ball against the wall.  He pulled out his iPhone. ‘Dude,’ he texted. ‘You really owe me one. It really sucks here.’
‘I’m sorry bro,’ his friend texted. ‘I just need you there for one night until the security guard comes in tomorrow. I promise I’ll pay you double if you stick through the night.’
‘Fine,’ the reluctant security guard wrote.
He powered down the screen of his phone with a huff. He looked up. He jumped back when he saw Golden Bonnie approach him, a Glasgow smile on her face. “Alright,” said the Murderer. “Now wring his neck.”
“Oh I’m going to be wring something alright,” Golden Bonnie thought to herself.
Golden Bonnie placed her hand on the security guard’s mouth. “Yes.” The Murderer said. “Suffocate him.”
The tips of her hands left the guard’s mouth. They drifted towards the buckle of his pants. “Wait, the Murderer said. “What are you doing?”
She ripped open his pants. She gripped her hand around his still flaccid dick. She flicked the tip of his dick with her thumb.  "Come on," Bonnie said. "Grow nice and plump for me."
"Jesus Christ," the Murderer said. " If you were going to tickle his dick you could at least let me know."
"Oh I'm going to do more than that," Bonnie said, pulling the Guard's penis towards her crouch.
"Oh hell no," the Murderer said. "You get that disgusting thing away from me."
The Guard blinked his eyes. He looked over what Golden Bonnie was doing.  He lunged at Golden Bonnie's neck. He pinned her against the window.  "No bitch," the Guard said. "You ain't fucking me. I'm fucking you."
He ploughed into a hole that resembled a vagina. He could feel different levels of slime, cloth, and meat-like substance against his dick. He looked at Golden Bonnie's face. "You like this, don't you bitch?" He asked.
Golden Bonnie remained silent. He's right. He was supposed to be my plaything. But he is making me his woman.
"WAKE UP BITCH!" The Murderer brought Golden Bonnie back into the situation. "You tell him he is fucking my ass. YOU.TELL HIM. HE IS FUCKING, MY ASS!"
The Murderer's screams of disgust eyes rolled up. I love this. I love this so much.
The Guard licked Golden Bonnie's face. The taste of dust, cloth and something steely entered his mouth.  He looked down.  He slowed down. "Wait," he said. "Is that your 'pussy?'"
Golden Bonnie looked down. She could see through one of her holes at his dick. Two over soaked moldy sponges . She looked up to the Guard. She gave him a sheepish smile. "Oh hell no," he said. "I probably got some disease now. I'm going to make you pay for it."
He hoisted her up and impaled her on his dick. The Murderer kept screaming inside Golden Bonnie's head. She couldn't hear him or anything going on around her. She could only feel the climbing rhythmical waves of pleasure the Guard was giving her. She could feel herself going from warm to hot. She knew something bad was going to happen but she didn't care. A jolt of electricity shot through her as she short circuited.
	Oil discharged from her 'vagina' and covered the Guard's dick in the liquid. The Guard let her her go and she slumped to the floor. Golden Bonnie restarted and she looked up at the Guard. "Please," she said, lifting her mask revealing the Murderer's skull. "Finish in here."
	The Guard smiled. "All right a skull!" he exclaimed. "I haven't fucked one of these since high school!"
He rubbed his dick around the eye sockets of the skull before plunging his dick into the open mouth.  He howled as he jizzed into the skull. "How's it going?" Golden Bonnie whispered to the Murderer.
"WHARRGARBL" the Murderer responded.
The Guard pulled his dick out and let Golden Bonnie fall back on the floor. Golden Bonnie laid in ecstasy falling asleep to the sounds of the Murderer's weeping.