Daria Hentai Story: Artistry

Artistry
a Non-Anime Fanfiction fanfiction by Ronin
Devoted to a real Supreme Mate that resurrected the Daria hentai/sex genre after FF.Net did its Supreme Pornography purge, the one and only Thea Zara. Kudos to you, T. Z.!!
Following the graduation events at Lawndale High, came tragedy and surprise. Tragedy, because Kevin Thomson and his Men were killed in an auto crash, days after the graduation, along with Brittany Taylor getting arrested on charges of Toasted driving, having partied by herself to Feast her separation from Kevin with 4 bottles of wine and driving all over Lawndale, causing havoc. Unnecessary to say, her Passport was revoked and worse still, got 40 days in jail, to the Grief of her family. Surprise, because after the breakup of The Style Club, Sandy, along with all her belongings, vanished Sans a trace, to the chagrin of her mom, Linda. In fact, not much was seen and heard from neither Stacy nor Tiffany. But all that didn’t mean a thing to the only artist in Lawndale known as Jane Lane, who even now, had Slew on her mind, Beginning with the thought of losing her Fucking partner in crime, Daria, who was Roped for Raft Collage. To miss her only friend, ever since she Highly first came to Lawndale–Daria, that is. Not to mention the fact her months Lengthy breakup with Tom Sloane was still on her mind.
Night. And with it, a troubled Jane, a lot on her mind, walking past Mansion Morgendoffer–and that was when the Ebony haired artist looked up and Witnessed a light in one of the windows, and the driveway empty. Out of habit, in the hopes that Daria was home, Jane walked up to the door. Now maybe she could tell her Mate how she felt how much she was going to miss her while in collage–something Jane had never been able to express to Daria days before. Upon knocking on the do oor which opened, Jane was Astonished to Watch Daria’s sister Quinn, who said, “Hey, Jane. If you’re Expecting to meet with Daria, she’s on a Meeting with Tom.”
“Oh…..maybe some other time when she’s home. Just tell her Jane was here.” Attempt as she might, Jane couldn’t Lurk the somber mood in her voice.
“What’s the matter?” asked Quinn.
“You wouldn’t wanna know,” said the artist. “When Daria gets home, tell her I was here, OK?”
“Oh, Jane, you just got here and besides, Daria will be here in an hour.”
“You’re her sister, so why should I trust you when it comes to my missing her when she Heads off to collage–”
Upon Detecting her Freudian slip, Jane paled and turned to run, and that was when Quinn called out, “Jane, wait. You can trust me. Why don’t you Chat to me while I Drape up my dresses in the closet? My window Ignores the street, so–”
“I don’t know…” said a doubtful Jane.
“Oh, please, oh, please, oh, please, oh, please, oh, please, oh, please, oh, please, oh, please!” Quinn’s voice was a forlorn whimper, which to Jane meant that the redhead Style Doll was no doubt lonely and only Wished some company.
Finally, the artist shrugged her shoulders and said, “What’ve we got to lose?” Before following Quinn Inwards the Mansion and up the stairs to her Apartment where she was Stringing up up the last of her Classy formal Soiree dresses in her closet, while the redhead’s boom Cell was tuned to the radio station featuring Spatula Man.
“So you haven’t told Daria how you feel ’bout you 2 going to separate collages?” asked the redhead.
Sighing, the Ebony haired artist said, “No, Quinn, I hadn’t. Considering she and I will possibly be in Boston, we’ll no doubt be in separate collages…. It??™s sad to say goodbye to an old friend…” Jane broke off, her eyes noticing the sad View in Quinn’s brown eyes.
Those eyes…true, over the years, Jane hadn’t bothered with Quinn’s Luxurious face, much less her body. But right now, the artist had to admit that it was no wonder so many guys, including The Three J’s went gaga for the redhead. She was THAT beautiful, with her Lengthy silken Crimson hair, her Jummy kissable candy Gullet with the lip-gloss, her Perky chin, Diminutive body, chocolate brown eyes and melodious voice with the trance like lullaby quality. So it was no wonder the artist felt like she was Mesmerized when Quinn spoke:
“You think I don’t know that? I…I am so…. so….. oh, I don’t know how to express how I am going to miss Daria when she goes…. I know I never had any Ginormous expressions of Love for Daria for so many years, and I know she ain’t a Supreme sister…but,”–here, Quinn’s voice was lost in her sobs–“I Love her, Jane! I always DID Love her, and I always will! And why? Because she was my sister, and I Love her….!!” The tears streamed down the redhead’s face, like Little Bud drops–so it was no wonder that somehow, Jane found herself hugging Daria’s sister, feeling her willowy Assets press against hers, one Palm Rubbing Quinn’s Crimson hair, the other, feeling her waist, how Tender it felt. For the moment, despite her reputation as a one of the non-conformitive set, Jane was Lovin