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Amy, Rouge, Game Over: It's Sunscreen Lotion Time! by AnoneySnufftan
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Amy, Rouge, Prepare to Pay the Price, Permanently! by AnoneySnufftan
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P@S Are Teased Toward Tanned Termination! (Bonus) by AnoneySnufftan
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The Angels Realize They're Truly Done For! (Bonus) by AnoneySnufftan
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Gadget and Carmelita Look Pretty on the Prowl! (B) by AnoneySnufftan
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Gadget and Carmelita Look Pretty on the Prowl! (A) by AnoneySnufftan Gadget and Carmelita Look Pretty on the Prowl! (A) :iconanoneysnufftan:AnoneySnufftan 45 3 Blackfire's Comeuppance: Suntan Lotion Sororicide! by AnoneySnufftan
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Zatanna Finally Makes Star Sapphire Disappear! by AnoneySnufftan
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Zatanna Finally Makes Star Sapphire Disappear! :iconanoneysnufftan:AnoneySnufftan 38 1
Harley Strikes First: Dinah's Shocking Early End! by AnoneySnufftan
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Super-Babe Suntan Lotion Death-Squad: Villainesses by AnoneySnufftan
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Super-Babe Suntan Lotion Death-Squad: Heroines by AnoneySnufftan
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Plotting the Sunbathings of the Final Titanesses! by AnoneySnufftan
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Tanning Teammates Tantalize Terrorized Titanesses! by AnoneySnufftan
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Rubout Targets: Amy and Rouge Must Be Sunscreened! by AnoneySnufftan Rubout Targets: Amy and Rouge Must Be Sunscreened! :iconanoneysnufftan:AnoneySnufftan 76 4 Lotion Fatales: Gorgeous Zoey Faces A Hot Ganking! by AnoneySnufftan
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Doing In Dominator: An Extra-Sexy Rubbing-Out! (4) by AnoneySnufftan
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Amy, Rouge, Game Over: It's Sunscreen Lotion Time!
Upon first seeing the infamous lifeguard pair's fleetfooted-as-always entry into the view directly in front of them, Amy and Rouge initially present their usual confident, prideful haughtiness as they begin to be confronted by Carmelita and Gadget, holding themselves back from expressing the actual anxious fear which has immediately arisen within them, as it does with nearly all girls whenever talking to the Rubout Brigade agents who could at the drop of a hat exercise their license to kinkily kill against them with effective impunity, and is particularly strong in this particular case seeing as the lethal pageant stars very much do genuinely deserve to be sunscreen lotioned, and are self-aware of as much.
"Hey there, lifeguards…" Amy begins with seeming casual disinterest, "what's up?"
"Yes, ladies, what do you need of us?" Rouge adds. "We're rather busy as always, and imagine the same surely goes for you with your duties…"

"Well first of all, a we have a question for you two," Gadget announces in an also apparently casual-sounding tone that doesn't seem indicative of any lotioning about to commence, "and it's actually a very important one that could help us a lot with the continued purification of the beach population around here."
"Indeed, please do tell us, girls:" Carmelita then poses the question itself, "who would you say you consider the most wicked known women on these beaches who still have yet to face our agency's highly-effective justice? Might you be aware of any specific names that could be of relevance to prioritize compiling cases for their execution?"
"Oh really, now?" Rouge replies. "Hmm, well, that one bunny chick - I can't recall her name right now - always has seemed suspicious if you ask me, but to be honest, ladies, I don't think I can think of any specific girls who deserve - that is, really, really deserve - to be lotioned outside of those you've already given their hot comeuppance… Lovely jobs with doing so, by the way."
"Yeah, come to think of it," Amy faux-surmises, "I'd say that more and more of the most dominant and dangerous-seeming local girls have seemingly been meeting their sexy ends with a vengeance lately, and at this time there probably aren't very many left currently active. If I were you, I'd ease up on the campaigning for a while; save that energy for later on, when a whole new wave of bad girls has started emerging, you know what I mean?"
The pink vixen's reference to a recent influx of deaths among the perceived elite women of the beach scene is in fact related to the casualties of her and Rouge's own underground beauty pageant victories, most of which were, again, made possible through cheating and social manipulation.

"Well," Carmelita starts back up again, "we for one had a particular couple in mind that we wanted to look into, and figured that you two would be by far the most knowledgeable information contacts regarding them."
"Yeah," Gadget affirms, "we actually have reason to believe that these certain girls might very well be responsible for the most disturbance, mayhem and loss of innocent life among any in our society. Should that be true, we'll definitely want to give them the ending they deserve with a vengeance, but again, we also want to be sure we have the right gals pinned here before taking lethal action, let alone with extra brutality."
"That sounds like a worthy cause, I suppose." Amy comments.
"Yes, and so," Rouge then asks, "who are these supposed villainesses and what specifically have they supposedly been responsible for? Do you yourselves have any names to go after?"
"Names? Oh yeah," Gadget confirms, "we have their names, alright. And as for their crimes, all leads point to them having blackmailed, bribed and cheated their way to the topmost tier of beach babe celebrity since some time ago, and ever since been continuing to protect their own ill-begotten status by similar illicit means, and worse ones, too."
"Our sources are even telling us," Carmelita elaborates, "that these fiendish femme fatales have established a name for themselves within circuits of deadly underground competitions based on cheating, with dozens of far-less-deserving hotties having been unfairly snuffed as a result of their manipulations."
Amy and Rouge are all but petrified, and now struggling very hard to keep up a facade of calmness as opposed to their truly terrified sensibilities at where this is going.
Several seconds pass with nothing being said.
"…Well then," Rouge attempts to end the conversation, "I guess I can wish you good luck with taking those lying ladies down, whoever they may be…"
"…Yeah, and so then," Amy says to the same end, "we'll just be going on our way now…"

With Amy initiating an effort to walk away at this point, she is quickly halted - grabbed by the arm - by the stern grip of Carmelita, while Gadget, observing this, admonishes the feisty, now-panicking cutie's interrupted intended abandonment of the escalating confrontation with an exclamation of "Hey, not so fast, now, babe!"
"Yes," the fox goes on to ask with renewed fixation on the glamorous queenpin and her hot accomplice, "wouldn't you like to know the names of our suspects?"
"Uh, not… we're not particularly interested, no…" Rouge weakly tries to decline this offer of information which she all but knows by now will be leading directly into her suntan lotioning along with the same fate being concurrently inflicted upon Amy.
"Well, if you're not interested," Gadget giggles in dismissal of this notion, "then that's just too bad, because you'll very much need to know; you'll find it's very pertinent to you specifically given what's about to be happening!"
"Indeed, the suspected villainesses in need of comprehensive massages," Carmelita now announces in the inevitable moment of truth, "are none other than you specifically: Rouge and Amy Rose!"
Both busted beauties now gasping out in horror, Amy immediately exerts all the strength she can summon in an effort to break free of Carmelita's grip upon her arm, failing miserably as she is instead reeled in even closer by her imminent executioness, getting squeezed up against her chest with her own terrified face being stared down at by hers of utter dominance.
Meanwhile, Rouge's attempt to straight-up run away is quickly thwarted with a tackle by Gadget, which incidentally leaves the mouse masseuse sat up on top of the bitchy bat in a positioning very much appropriate to be maintained for the proceeding suntan lotioning that the latter girl is about to receive at the hands of the former.

"No… wait, lifeguards… please!" Rouge cries out begging as she sees the lotion already being equipped and prepared for both herself and her partner by either Rubout agent. "We need to talk about this!"
"Yeah…" Amy tries to support this notion for however much that is worth coming from both of them in agreement, which is no worth whatsoever to those who are now rightfully condemning them to the sexy demise they should have faced a very long time ago. "There surely must be more to say before you jump to such conclusive actions! We have our rights, don't we?"
"Not anymore, you don't!" Carmelita corrects her victim while continuing to lay her down into position to be rubbed out. "You are guilty on a level wholly beyond that of merely deserving to be suntan lotioned: you very much don't deserve it, on account of instead deserving a far more hideously violent end!"
"That's right:" Gadget enforces this judgment, "after everything you two absolute sluts have done for so long - all the unabashed crimes you've repeatedly committed, with other, often objectively more beautiful, girls ending up snuffed out as collateral - you should be thanking us for letting you get finished up with beauty-affirming lotionings at all; you truly do deserve so, so much worse!"
"Yes, and thusly," Carmelita announces, announcing the official sentence, "do you, Amy Rose, or you, Rouge, have any final statements to make for yourselves before we carry out your shared punishment, that of the sunscreen lotion death penalty to be applied to the utmost unbridledly, comprehensively agonizing degree of inflicted suffering possible?"
"Well, what… what would you want us to even say?" Amy questions this offer.
"Ye lifeguards, what can we say or do to improve our standing in this?" Rouge presses the same notion, sincerely believing in her vanity that there exists even the most remote possibility of their condemnation being softened.
"Nothing: nothing you can say or do will earn you a shred of mercy!" Gadget shuts down the defeated villainess couple's final perceived hope of being granted such in any form. "You're going to cry in vain as you watch your tanned, convulsing bodies spasm out of control into oblivion, choking on your dying breaths with the knowledge that the full extents of your crimes will be revealed to all, and your humiliated carcasses publicly subjected from now to the end of time to the most severe indignities permitted within the Rubout Brigade's practices!"
"In other words, ladies," Carmelita summarizes the ultimate judgment as she begins Amy's massage proper while Gadget initiates the same treatment for Rouge, "you are absolutely, positively, two hundred percent fucked!"
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Amy, Rouge, Prepare to Pay the Price, Permanently!
Upon first seeing the infamous lifeguard pair's fleetfooted-as-always entry into the view directly in front of them, Amy and Rouge initially present their usual confident, prideful haughtiness as they begin to be confronted by Carmelita and Gadget, holding themselves back from expressing the actual anxious fear which has immediately arisen within them, as it does with nearly all girls whenever talking to the Rubout Brigade agents who could at the drop of a hat exercise their license to kinkily kill against them with effective impunity, and is particularly strong in this particular case seeing as the lethal pageant stars very much do genuinely deserve to be sunscreen lotioned, and are self-aware of as much.
"Hey there, lifeguards…" Amy begins with seeming casual disinterest, "what's up?"
"Yes, ladies, what do you need of us?" Rouge adds. "We're rather busy as always, and imagine the same surely goes for you with your duties…"

"Well first of all, a we have a question for you two," Gadget announces in an also apparently casual-sounding tone that doesn't seem indicative of any lotioning about to commence, "and it's actually a very important one that could help us a lot with the continued purification of the beach population around here."
"Indeed, please do tell us, girls:" Carmelita then poses the question itself, "who would you say you consider the most wicked known women on these beaches who still have yet to face our agency's highly-effective justice? Might you be aware of any specific names that could be of relevance to prioritize compiling cases for their execution?"
"Oh really, now?" Rouge replies. "Hmm, well, that one bunny chick - I can't recall her name right now - always has seemed suspicious if you ask me, but to be honest, ladies, I don't think I can think of any specific girls who deserve - that is, really, really deserve - to be lotioned outside of those you've already given their hot comeuppance… Lovely jobs with doing so, by the way."
"Yeah, come to think of it," Amy faux-surmises, "I'd say that more and more of the most dominant and dangerous-seeming local girls have seemingly been meeting their sexy ends with a vengeance lately, and at this time there probably aren't very many left currently active. If I were you, I'd ease up on the campaigning for a while; save that energy for later on, when a whole new wave of bad girls has started emerging, you know what I mean?"
The pink vixen's reference to a recent influx of deaths among the perceived elite women of the beach scene is in fact related to the casualties of her and Rouge's own underground beauty pageant victories, most of which were, again, made possible through cheating and social manipulation.

"Well," Carmelita starts back up again, "we for one had a particular couple in mind that we wanted to look into, and figured that you two would be by far the most knowledgeable information contacts regarding them."
"Yeah," Gadget affirms, "we actually have reason to believe that these certain girls might very well be responsible for the most disturbance, mayhem and loss of innocent life among any in our society. Should that be true, we'll definitely want to give them the ending they deserve with a vengeance, but again, we also want to be sure we have the right gals pinned here before taking lethal action, let alone with extra brutality."
"That sounds like a worthy cause, I suppose." Amy comments.
"Yes, and so," Rouge then asks, "who are these supposed villainesses and what specifically have they supposedly been responsible for? Do you yourselves have any names to go after?"
"Names? Oh yeah," Gadget confirms, "we have their names, alright. And as for their crimes, all leads point to them having blackmailed, bribed and cheated their way to the topmost tier of beach babe celebrity since some time ago, and ever since been continuing to protect their own ill-begotten status by similar illicit means, and worse ones, too."
"Our sources are even telling us," Carmelita elaborates, "that these fiendish femme fatales have established a name for themselves within circuits of deadly underground competitions based on cheating, with dozens of far-less-deserving hotties having been unfairly snuffed as a result of their manipulations."
Amy and Rouge are all but petrified, and now struggling very hard to keep up a facade of calmness as opposed to their truly terrified sensibilities at where this is going.
Several seconds pass with nothing being said.
"…Well then," Rouge attempts to end the conversation, "I guess I can wish you good luck with taking those lying ladies down, whoever they may be…"
"…Yeah, and so then," Amy says to the same end, "we'll just be going on our way now…"

With Amy initiating an effort to walk away at this point, she is quickly halted - grabbed by the arm - by the stern grip of Carmelita, while Gadget, observing this, admonishes the feisty, now-panicking cutie's interrupted intended abandonment of the escalating confrontation with an exclamation of "Hey, not so fast, now, babe!"
"Yes," the fox goes on to ask with renewed fixation on the glamorous queenpin and her hot accomplice, "wouldn't you like to know the names of our suspects?"
"Uh, not… we're not particularly interested, no…" Rouge weakly tries to decline this offer of information which she all but knows by now will be leading directly into her suntan lotioning along with the same fate being concurrently inflicted upon Amy.
"Well, if you're not interested," Gadget giggles in dismissal of this notion, "then that's just too bad, because you'll very much need to know; you'll find it's very pertinent to you specifically given what's about to be happening!"
"Indeed, the suspected villainesses in need of comprehensive massages," Carmelita now announces in the inevitable moment of truth, "are none other than you specifically: Rouge and Amy Rose!"
Both busted beauties now gasping out in horror, Amy immediately exerts all the strength she can summon in an effort to break free of Carmelita's grip upon her arm, failing miserably as she is instead reeled in even closer by her imminent executioness, getting squeezed up against her chest with her own terrified face being stared down at by hers of utter dominance.
Meanwhile, Rouge's attempt to straight-up run away is quickly thwarted with a tackle by Gadget, which incidentally leaves the mouse masseuse sat up on top of the bitchy bat in a positioning very much appropriate to be maintained for the proceeding suntan lotioning that the latter girl is about to receive at the hands of the former.

"No… wait, lifeguards… please!" Rouge cries out begging as she sees the lotion already being equipped and prepared for both herself and her partner by either Rubout agent. "We need to talk about this!"
"Yeah…" Amy tries to support this notion for however much that is worth coming from both of them in agreement, which is no worth whatsoever to those who are now rightfully condemning them to the sexy demise they should have faced a very long time ago. "There surely must be more to say before you jump to such conclusive actions! We have our rights, don't we?"
"Not anymore, you don't!" Carmelita corrects her victim while continuing to lay her down into position to be rubbed out. "You are guilty on a level wholly beyond that of merely deserving to be suntan lotioned: you very much don't deserve it, on account of instead deserving a far more hideously violent end!"
"That's right:" Gadget enforces this judgment, "after everything you two absolute sluts have done for so long - all the unabashed crimes you've repeatedly committed, with other, often objectively more beautiful, girls ending up snuffed out as collateral - you should be thanking us for letting you get finished up with beauty-affirming lotionings at all; you truly do deserve so, so much worse!"
"Yes, and thusly," Carmelita announces, announcing the official sentence, "do you, Amy Rose, or you, Rouge, have any final statements to make for yourselves before we carry out your shared punishment, that of the sunscreen lotion death penalty to be applied to the utmost unbridledly, comprehensively agonizing degree of inflicted suffering possible?"
"Well, what… what would you want us to even say?" Amy questions this offer.
"Ye lifeguards, what can we say or do to improve our standing in this?" Rouge presses the same notion, sincerely believing in her vanity that there exists even the most remote possibility of their condemnation being softened.
"Nothing: nothing you can say or do will earn you a shred of mercy!" Gadget shuts down the defeated villainess couple's final perceived hope of being granted such in any form. "You're going to cry in vain as you watch your tanned, convulsing bodies spasm out of control into oblivion, choking on your dying breaths with the knowledge that the full extents of your crimes will be revealed to all, and your humiliated carcasses publicly subjected from now to the end of time to the most severe indignities permitted within the Rubout Brigade's practices!"
"In other words, ladies," Carmelita summarizes the ultimate judgment as she begins Amy's massage proper while Gadget initiates the same treatment for Rouge, "you are absolutely, positively, two hundred percent fucked!"
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P@S Are Teased Toward Tanned Termination! (Bonus)
A new facial edit of an old picture, see the original: www.deviantart.com/anoneysnuff…

As the endlessly-intensifying hotness brought on by their suntan lotioning tightens its grip upon their bodily systems like nooses around their pretty little necks, Panty and Stocking's resentful feelings over their well-deserved beach blanket demise. Their ire as they approach death is directed both toward their actual execution masseuses as well as much more pettily to the beach realm and its population as a whole for seemingly allowing the rise of the Rubout Brigade and generally approving of their killing campaign against thieves, cheaters, teasing showoffs and overall bitches, of which dozens have since been permanently punished by way of the suntan lotion death penalty whose kinky killing mechanisms now have their way with two more victims as the luscious angel sisters are subjected to the sexiness of a deluxe double assassination.
Teeth anxiously clenched in horror as their final comeuppance is slowly but surely brought to fruition, Panty and Stocking's sunkissed skins are beginning to visibly tan, to the delight of their Titaness executionesses. Starfire and Raven, as with just about every other agent of the Rubout Brigade, always aim to give any girl they sunscreen get her corresponding killer suntan prior to the destruction of her mind, or at least before that of her entire consciousness, so that she can watch her own body definitively assume a proper sunbather's appearance - a surefire indicator once it's set upon a lotioned girl's skin that absolutely nothing and no possible action can save her now from the 100% guarantee of her sunscreen sentence's fully realized, sexy consummation, leaving her blushing body with a permanent expression of gushing agony and the world with one less villainess in it to worry about - all while she is mercilessly, humiliatingly taunted and teased by her masseuses over her tanned termination. This case is no exception for Raven and Starfire, who proceed to verbally accentuate the end of the Anarchy sisters.
"Ha!" Raven scoffs at Panty. "Looks like you're dead-set on track for a voluptuous finish with a fittingly beautiful final tan! So now, knowing that you're past the point of no return, how's it feel to be a dead woman?"
"Fuck you!" Panty curses her killer. "Mark my words, you and all the other crazy bitches who've been rubbing girls out like this are gonna pay for our lynching... for murdering us!"
"Typical of you to say such things," Raven scolds her victim, "always refusing to accept the consequences of your own wicked actions as your own fault alone: you brought this entirely on yourselves, as have all the other bitches who are now no more thanks to the Rubout Brigade and our suntan lotion death penalty. And trust me when I say that damn near all the other girls around here will be thrilled to watch as we unveil your tanned bodies and reveal your demise; no one is gonna try and take us down over yours of all lotionings."
"No... why, you... ah, grr... ooh!" Panty attempts and fails miserably to formulate a proper response as she begins crying in utter despair, all while the first signs of her suntan lotion beginning to make her lose control of her body start becoming noticeable.

"Hey Stocking," Starfire flirtatiously taunts her victim concurrently, "tell me: how would you describe it as feeling like to be lotioned? Mind you, you're far from the first girl I've asked this much from while rubbing her out, but it's just always fun to hear it from the notorious naughties and cruel cuties on our hit lists themselves right as we finally kill them off!"
"It... ah, it feels amazing..." the notoriously masochistic Stocking moans in reply following a slight hesitation to admit it. "The helplessness, the agony... it's all so much hotter when I know that I won't be beating this one: that this really is the deathtrap that finally succeeds in having its way with me!"

"Well now," Starfire acknowledges, "though I for one have always much preferred your kind to find nothing but sheer suffering in your massages, that is a rather interesting perspective to hear a wicked woman say for once as we force her to sunbathe! Speaking of which: how about that killer tan our lotion's left you with?"
"I can't say I care for it," Stocking answers somewhat frustratedly and with lesser of a degree of resignation to her punishment, "after all: I'm a goth! Being pale has always been a part of my prettiness, and my admirers won't be too pleased either when they get to see my body after this..."
"I guess I get what you mean," Starfire returns conversation, "but I myself for one have scarcely ever snuffed a girl who didn't look as gorgeous as ever with her killer tan afterward... but then again, I've always been partial to that kind of look, and I'm certainly lucky to get to wear it while I'm alive, unlike you starting in a matter of minutes from now, and forevermore thereafter!"
"Yeah, yeah..." Stocking sighs in admission of her defeat and the fact that she very much deserves it: "just go ahead and finish the job; all I have to care about wanting now is to know that you'll have it make for a worthily hot finishing, and that you put my body to good use after it's all over for me... otherwise, what can I say but... see you in Hell!"
"Oh, trust me:" Starfire rebukes her victim at her latter statement: "the only one between us who's going to Hell any time remotely soon is you, Stocking! Don't you start thinking we're going to somehow end up sharing your fate: we have no intention of letting that happen. There will be no vengeance or vindication in your name; you and your sister getting lotioned is a good thing, and everyone else on the beach unapologetically agrees! As for any that don't, well I can only imagine that most of them will ultimately be the ones who do keep you company as the remnants of your mind writhe in agony forever, knowing that what sent you down there was nothing short of JUSTICE!"
At this shift to vicious condemnation in Starfire's summation of her, Stocking cringes bitterly, growling under her ever-increasingly-short breath but ultimately making no attempt at a counterremark, knowing full well that her executioness is entirely right and being faced with certain feelings of such utter defeat and humiliation that even she, and even now as she fully embraces her kinky love of suffering in the face of certain death, can derive no sense of a positive spin from.
Luckily for both fallen angels, this intense suffering won't be lasting long for them, and very, very soon they won't have to worry about such terror and humiliation, or in fact anything else at all, ever again!
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The Angels Realize They're Truly Done For! (Bonus)
A new facial edit of an old picture, see the original: www.deviantart.com/anoneysnuff…



"This... this is really it, isn't it?" Panty gasps in horror as she suffers Raven's back massage beside her sister receiving the same treatment at Starfire's hands. "We're not getting out of this one, are we?" The once high and mighty blonde bombshell's eyes go wide while her heart sinks as this fact is fully grasped with its certainty increasing by the moment.

Stocking, panting all the while, answers bluntly: "Oh, is it, now; you think?!" she scoffs with bitter sarcasm, then suddenly coming to full grips on her own part with the gravity and finality of the situation - that of both Anarchy sisters' definitive assassination - only as she verbalizes it out loud, with her expression hence sinking into similar visible despair.

"Ah... this is one of my favorite parts of the beach justice job!" Raven casually and playfully remarks out loud. "I just love to watch as you helpless hotties slowly but inevitably realize that you're truly done for; that it really is the end for you... and it's even better with would-be immortals such as yourselves! Your kind always has such a hard time coming to grips with your own deaths, and when you're finally forced to realize it's all about to be over forever, the look that never fails to come to your faces is simply priceless!"
"Yes, indeed: the sunscreen sentence is both unsurvivable and inescapable," Starfire complimentarily, giddily comments with both herself and her partner continuing with Panty and Stocking's progressively intensifying lotionings all the while, "and as for you two, it's likewise both a fittingly just end for your wicked ways and wasted lives to be put to, and a cute means of snuffing that I'd say is proving quite becoming of your hot bodies and how you always loved flaunting them out here under the sun!"
"Yep:" Raven agrees, "you certainly did enjoy the beach babe lifestyle, and accordingly, now you're getting your pretty comeuppance by way of the quintessentially classic beach babe style of death!"
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Gadget and Carmelita Look Pretty on the Prowl! (B)
It's been several weeks since Gadget first received, and eagerly accepted, local head lifeguard Carmelita's offer to join the Rubout Brigade's anthro division with the double-assassination that took out her doppelgänger, longtime despised nemesis and would-have-been eventual murderess Lahwhinie once and for all as her first live exercise in serving sexy permanent justice against bad beach babes, albeit with the newly-licensed-to-lotion mouse mechanic-turned-masseuse having to settle for the girlfriend of her rival as her own first killed-off victim while merely getting to enjoy a front-row seat to the comeuppance of her Hawaiian hater at the hands of her foxy new mistress to whom she remained no less grateful for the job, both back then and ever since.
At the time she first approached Gadget to this end, Carmelita had sought out another girl for the mission, during which all of her existing comrades were unavailable to join her therein, primarily as a practical matter of ensuring that neither of the notoriously evasive crime-mice would be able to get away and settling specifically on the rodent cutie simply as a personal-touch matter of amplifying the poetic justice of Lahwhinie's punishment by showing the villainess that her hated enemy was being promoted to a status of utmost power while she, on the other hand, faced the suntan lotion death penalty which was indeed ultimately inflicted in rather particularly brutal and agonizing fashion against both the wicked Hawaiian hottie and her lavender partner in crime. After their assassination was finished being carried out though, Carmelita had been left uncertain of Gadget's abilities to continue fulfilling her now-regular cutie-killing duties as an officially inducted member of the Rubout Brigade, failure to keep up with which carried the mandatorily-imposed penalty of being forced to do to oneself what one should have done to her now-escaped target, and with no other, non-deadly means of discharge possible per the group's strict internal code, the Foxy femme fatale was fully prepared for the strong possibility that her pretty, perky young recruit's personal gallery of rubbed-out rogues might soon be coming to an abrupt early end with herself sunbathing as the final casualty of her own brief career.
Most fortunately for both girls, however, this was not fated to be the case, for Gadget has instead proven herself as a model agent for the Brigade ever since her joining, having served justice against roughly a dozen more wanted women in that time while developing and practicing her own wonderfully unique signature style of kinky enthusiasm with how she takes care of her villainesses. Maintaining an upbeat, bouncy and playful attitude whenever going through the processes of arresting each of her victims and treating them to summery execution, Gadget has been establishing a reputation for herself as the kind of sweetly sensual sunbathing mistress who aims to make her prey's demises nearly as enjoyable for them as her own corresponding deliverances thereof are for her, and would be the preferred masseuse for most typical beach bitches as opposed to the far more common overtly sadistic breeds of lotioness, though some girls would find, and have found, the idea of being rubbed out by a lifeguard who acts so cheerily casual about outright killing other women as an even more terrorizing experience by which to be executed.
In light of her chosen rookie's pleasantly surprising success, Carmelita has meanwhile been taking an increasing liking to Gadget and coming to work and associate all-the-closer with her, with the two regularly sharing leads to targets currently in the process of being tracked down, tactics for applying massages more effectively (by various standards) and, of course, personal accounts of their own latest suntan lotion killings and the various vicious vixens who met their sexy final fates on the receiving ends thereof while giving all manners of hot final performances. The latter, most exciting topical category has as of late included the showcasing of pictures and even video footage with increasing frequency, and with their mutual attraction and affection growing ever-stronger all the while, Gadget and Carmelita are just about ready to arrange for some private, personal funtime together, additionally planning to bring along some of their own victims whose bodies they've personally kept as playthings, to boot! In fact, tonight is the night on which they have scheduled their intentions of doing so for the first time, but before they can get down to such business, they must complete the actual business of their assigned beach populace-purifying duties for today, and with this in mind they've opted to sign up as partners for a double-assassination, the first they'll have carried out together since Gadget's debut, of two particularly elusive, dangerous, infamous and utterly death-deserving hotties! Both Rubout agents understand that this will be a much more difficult assignment than most, and possibly all in Gadget's case only, of the others they've taken on before, but they see this factor of a genuine challenge as all the more justification for their planned intimate festivities to be enjoyed once these luscious ladies have succumbed to their long-overdue lotion-lynchings at the hands of the hottest and deadliest of couples that the fox and mouse certainly do make for!
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AnoneySnufftan
An anonymous commissioner of fetish art involving girl-on-girl assassination, execution or even suicide by lethal sunscreen lotion. Don't ask where exactly this idea came from, as I honestly couldn't really answer that myself.

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TheyCallMeSage Featured By Owner Apr 8, 2019  Hobbyist General Artist
Well, this is certainly an account I've stumbled upon.

I'm not sure I understand, but I appreciate your enthusiasm :meow:
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AnoneySnufftan Featured By Owner Apr 8, 2019
Yeah: being anonymous, my whole devotion with this handle is just to go all-out with my fetish without regard to making conventional sense or caring what people think.
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TheyCallMeSage Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2019  Hobbyist General Artist
That's the spirit! Thumbs Up 
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SpaceShipEarth Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2019

Welcome to :iconsexyvoluptuousvixens:

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Whotoonhouse75 Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2019
Do you take art requests?
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AnoneySnufftan Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2019
I'm a commissioner, idiot.
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Whotoonhouse75 Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2019
Hey. That was completely uncalled for. I was just asking for info. You can forget ever seeking my business pal, I don't take kindly to people who insult someone for no apparent reason. >(
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AnoneySnufftan Featured By Owner Mar 27, 2019
How would I, not being an artist at all, even "seek your business" anyway?
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christeam122 Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2019
Hi i'm chris 😀
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christeam122 Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2019
It's nice to meet you
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