
Bella Haven - "Fluffy Inside and Out"
So during the last livestream, I decided to draw the lovely Ms. Bella Haven, Principal/Headmistress of the "Bella Haven School for Young Ladies".
Bella's an Afghan hound with as much fluff inside her head, as outside. She's got a heart of gold, her intentions are the very best, she just has no short term memory...and very little long-term memory. And she trusts people way too much. Basically, she's all sorts of sexy accidents just waiting to happen, with occasional raunchy coercive sex thrown in.
Bella's an Afghan hound with as much fluff inside her head, as outside. She's got a heart of gold, her intentions are the very best, she just has no short term memory...and very little long-term memory. And she trusts people way too much. Basically, she's all sorts of sexy accidents just waiting to happen, with occasional raunchy coercive sex thrown in.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / General Furry Art
Species Dog (Other)
Size 398 x 800px
File Size 204.3 kB
When you said she was statuesque you weren't kidding.
I'm also enjoying this slow reveal that's happening with the whole Bella Haven universe. Yvonne, Lolli and her gang, Cassiopeia (who I think we've yet to see.. unless I'm just misremembering totally) and a bunch of other details you've mentioned in the livestream and in replies to comments on your pictures here at FA.
I'd say you are on the cusp of that critical mass where the fans bank together to create a wiki of all this.
(Unless you want people to specifically *not* do that.)
I'm also enjoying this slow reveal that's happening with the whole Bella Haven universe. Yvonne, Lolli and her gang, Cassiopeia (who I think we've yet to see.. unless I'm just misremembering totally) and a bunch of other details you've mentioned in the livestream and in replies to comments on your pictures here at FA.
I'd say you are on the cusp of that critical mass where the fans bank together to create a wiki of all this.
(Unless you want people to specifically *not* do that.)
Honestly, in some ways the Bella Haven's "universe" isn't really a story, per-se, but intentionally an open framework, all I'm doing is creating the main players that are part of the framework, and intentionally leaving lots of space for other folks to play in the sandbox, lots of room for students, teachers, staff....
That's not really Bella's style: remember, she's an upright, decent, somewhat Victorian British woman. Doing that sort of thing would get the young man's ears boxed and a trip to the school Disciplinarian. Besides, Bella Haven's is a *girl's school*. Now of course, if there were some sort of inter-school event going on and a young lad came to Bella complaining of a swelling...she would escort him to the school nurse, who would of course kiss it better (after Bella left).
I see, my mistake... in any case I look forward to whatever situations you put her in. Sounds like it would be relevant to my interests. :D
(does greatly prefer the kind of non-con scenarios that focus on the sex rather than power-plays, where the perpatrator's primary emotion seems more like 'Holy crap I can't believe I'm getting away with this' rather than, 'Mwahaha, I'm Ebil' and then goes out of their way to make the experience as physically and emotionally painful as possible.. which seems to be the in thing in more mainstream erotica focusing on such subject matter.)
(does greatly prefer the kind of non-con scenarios that focus on the sex rather than power-plays, where the perpatrator's primary emotion seems more like 'Holy crap I can't believe I'm getting away with this' rather than, 'Mwahaha, I'm Ebil' and then goes out of their way to make the experience as physically and emotionally painful as possible.. which seems to be the in thing in more mainstream erotica focusing on such subject matter.)
I couldn't help it. Just had to write it down.
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Ms. Bella Haven closed her eyes and tried to focus. Her head was swimming. "Must be the heat," she murmured to herself, wishing will all her will that the ancient radiators would shut off. The widows had already been thrown wide to the summer's heat, though there wasn't even the barest hint of a breeze to offer some relief. Though the meeting unfolding before her was most likely doomed from the beginning.
She coughed politely and attempted to intervene between the verbal barbs of Mr. and Mrs. Pembroke.
"I don't know why it matters *dear*, you've never shown interested before," sniffed Mr. Marlon's Pembroke's wife, Charletta. Her usually well coiffed blond tresses having become rather bedraggled in the stifling atmosphere. "My dear Roberta will come with me, I shall set her up in a nice school near the house in Zurich and we'll simply transfer the endowment with her. "
As Marlon tugged anew at the knot of his tie, his he sputtered with agitation and dove into a long list of benefits of the schools in the area of *his* Aspen estate.
Ms. Haven sighed and replaced the wrench back into her desk's left hand drawer. The attempts to shut down the radiator had been fruitless and there was no need to have the crude tool cluttering up her desk's well cared for maple top. She resigned herself to what seemed to be inevitable, the lovely young lady Roberta would be leaving her friends regardless of which parent won the custody battle. And, she noted with a little regret, the additional annual income from her parents would also be whisked away. On reflection it was the future of the young lady that concerned her the most.
With a crisp motion she closed the drawer and stood, the soft words of dismissal already forming her head.The two corgi's turned to face the headmistress. Their jaws still worked ferociously as they continued to wage verbal warfare.
"I had so hoped I could aid you both in some sort of reconciliation." She intoned softly, raising her head up in a well trained gesture of elegance and poise. "Sadly it seems there is only one option that I can think to offer... " And she pursed her lips, about to direct the acrimonious couple to the door. She her the staccato snap of her blouse buttons. She blinked as realization struck her. Her cuff had snagged in the drawer, as she stood the already over stressed buttons were given that final fatal tug. The Pembokes had actually gone silent, for the first time since entering the office.
Bella gasped with embarrassment. The deep inhalation sadly only making the situation worse as her ample breasts only rose to more prominent display. She mentally foundered, searching for some sort of .. any sort of protocol that could be followed in this situation. Her training at this sort of situation was lacking.
Charletta seemed to come to a wholly different conclusion. Turning to her husband she nodded, "Ms. Haven has obviously understood the root of our problem."
Marlon gulped, his ears flushing with apparent embarrassment "Charletta, this is too much! It was bad enough to see all those doctors."
With a soft smile his trim wife nodded down. "And it seems that the 'mental block' that they all said was the cause of your long absence from your husbandly duties... has been broken." she nodded downwards, his reaction to Ms. Haven's display rather obvious under the fly of his trousers. "I think, since she's offered this aid we should take advantage of it. " With that Charletta Pembroke began to carefully open her blouse, taking a little more care with her buttons.
Blinking back the sudden realization, Marlon looked down as well. "It's... it's.. been so long" he whispered horsey. As he tugged up his shirt and fumbled with his belt, he nodded agreement. "Thank you Ms. Haven.. we.. we will show out appreciation for this.
Bella sat back in her chair with nothing less than shock, utterly unaware of the rather amazing effect this had on her cleavage though the straps of her brassier creaked slightly as the fought to stay fast. Her mind whirled with the implications of what was being suggested. The idea! She looked across at the now lustful disrobing couple. A small part of her mind nothing they had, in fact, aged very well.
To herself, as she freed her sleeve from the drawer she noted that the school, and Roberta would be beneficiaries from this ... lack of etiquette. She took stock of the situation and noted with some relief that at least this time she remembered to lock her office door.
No, that seems about on key with Bella might be like, though I think when it became obvious what the Pembrokes were about to do she might be a little more shocked/flustered and incoherent "Oh goodness, I don't think that's really...perhaps you shouldn't .. oh dear... heavens, is that even...oh my..." ... of course she's too polite to tell them to *stop*. She'd spend a lot of time looking at the ceiling, the walls, worrying the remaining buttons on her shirt, fanning herself, trying desperately to look dignified and looking anything but.
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