Feels good to have sat down and actually shelled out another piece of work after a necessary hiatus... I'm still covered in hives but I've a feeling they're gonna go away soon, or at least it doesn't feel as bad as I had them a few days back going a week now :(

Anyway, I'm really happy how this came out. It's kind of hard to define this piece as 'fanart' when you don't really see any of the necessary characters that designate WHO is being fanned over... but again, if you haven't seen one of my previous works which is just the lineart to this piece, consider this: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2272872 where I was given the inspiration.

So here's a bit of an explanation to the piece, a story, as usual, to go along (presuming you haven't read the story before in the WIP long before, in any case, enjoy!):

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"Hey, guys," Juju interceded as the others looked at him, arms crossed over his torso, eyes averted intently in some amazed direction as he nodded his head towards where he gazed, "check it out."

The rest of his company: Jini, Motoya and Jackie, all turned to Juju's directed attention and saw four ravishing beauties shrouded in mesh, skirts, pants which hugged or contoured complimentary to their form-- all of them enticing and exciting with beauty as they all looked ready for the most devious of pass times.

"DIOS MIO!" Motoya cried, contorting his body in an exaggerated, excited stance .

"Holy..." Jackie started up.

"Wowww!" Jini called after gasping with breathlessness.

"Nice, right? I've got five dollars betting one of them will bust into Melbourne Shuffle any second..." Juju commented.

"You're on! I'll take that bet!" Jackie hollered, lifting a finger triumphantly into the air while staring temptingly at the vixenous anthro-femmes.

"Mami culo grande, Juju! They are, how you call, RAVE BABES!!!" Motoya pointed out in his thickened Brazilian accent, his body still holding the flamboyant pose.

"Indeed they are my viper-tongued friend."

"Onii-san? Is this the part where I head home?" Jini asked.

"Would you mind?" Juju asked politely, though unattending his gaze to his brother.

"No, I don't mind-- I think a couple of my friends are online waiting for me to log on and play a game with them or something anyway. I'll see ya guys later!"

"Bye, Jini." They all involuntarily called as the rest continued staring at the four girls.

"DEEBS ON DE RED HEAD!" Motoya shouted.

"Oh snap-- I call out the vixen in the dark amber furrr!" Jackie shouted impatiently.

"Nice... that means 'Calico Print' and 'Sexystar Pink' are all mine." Juju commended.

"Wait. WAIT! WHAT?! NO! REDO!" Jackie screamed.

Juju began laughing hysterically as he adjusted the wrist band on his right arm and looked among his two friends standing, "Alright so what now?" Juju asked.

"Ehhh, you mean our first movie, miho?" Motoya asked.

"Yeah... we all just gonna go up there or--"

"SHIT! This kind of beauty intimidates me! I don't know what the protocol on rave chicks is!" Jackie summoned nervously.

"You're kidding... of all the tail you've chased and landed-- you've never made it out to a rave girl before?" Juju asked surprisingly.

"Hey the glowsticks were never my bag, alright! Plus them crowds can get WAY out of hand... ...not to mention the fog machines in those places would totally ruin my perm." Jackie notioned.

"AUGH! You're pathetic! Alright I'm goin' in, wish me luck." Juju said as he started past his friends and towards the mysterious collection of outstanding beauties, binding his right hand with the theatric yellow ribbons he always kept handy and fitted loosely on his left at the time being.

Motoya rose a hand out before him, towards Juju and called, "Vaya con dios, miho!" Jackie slapping his hand downwards.

"Will you stop that! He doesn't need the encouragement!" Jackie hissed at Motoya, Motoya only returning the gesture by laughing hysterically at Jackie's excited nervousness.
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Now to see where this goes from here, yeah? I'll most likely get in touch with  kyomana about the direction this'll lead-- whether it be a progressive illustration of the next scene depicted or a possible comic-- the concepts will be near limitless but again, we'll see where it goes from here.

My hunch is that Juju will fail miserably and become the subject of ridicule and embarrassment.

I'd like to give a big thanks to the mentioned, unseen ladies in the piece that gave me the inspiration to go by:

 kyomana  yoshii  dae  spazkitty

An especially big thanks to Kyomana for inspiring this insight. And as stated before, we'll see where this goes from here.