sketchy sunday 17: Back from the holydays

so now that the holydays are over, let's get right back with sketchy sundays, shall we? here's this week suggestions:

from Thelonelybrawler:

hellboy is sent by the bprd to investigate the strange disappearings happening on route 66 tied to the biker gang known as the hog boys. Knowing all too well their modus operandi , he sets himself up as bait, but as the bikers start to pour into the gas station's bar it becomes all too clear that something is wrong. The bartender probably slipped something in HB's beer and he is left woozy and defensless against the gang , that quickly immobilizes him. The hog boys try to make hellboy join their rank, but they quickly lose interest in the futile endeavor, as they discover that every drop of fluid from the bprd agent seems to drive them absolutely crazy and mad with arousal. They start speaking in tongues, fucking eachother raw, they start to bow down to hell boy chanting "anung un rama, anung un rama". After getting milked of what seems gallons of cum, hellboy passes out, only to wake up quite confused and dehydrated in the completely deserted gas station, the hog boys nowhere to be found.  

from huey:

Pepi didn't exactly conduct the most innocent of lives, so he had to think quickly when the ma'at feather didn't do much to weight down Anubi's scales, condemning his soul to be devoured by Ammit. Turns out the god of the underworld has a thing for fat asses, so the crisis was quickly averted after a couple of his divine nuts was unloaded in the mummy's gaping hole.

from Gab:

seems like gab didn't exactly follow the dress code for the viridescent bar, believing it to be some kind of leather bar. It doesn't seem that Urog cares that much though, and he's willing to help the human to fit better with the kind of clientele that usually wear that sort of attire in the private rooms of the estabilshment...

from kageichi:

Books is head over heels for pudgy, his love for the ghost is seemingly so potent that it reached over the thick fog of the curse and touched his cold, long dead heart. The two managed to arrange a date in an abandoned house, Books wanted to make it special , he wanted to show how much he deeply cared for his new pal , and arranged everything to be perfect. Possessing a couple of his acquaitance from when he was alive, Books prepared candles, and rose petals and even managed to snatch some wine from bradley's cellars. The date started normally, loving and tender words were exchanged, books poured his heart over the timid italian ghost, who seemed to almost regain his wits and lucidity for a moment, moved by such a sweet sentiment. But the curse, the curse isn't so easily shaken. The curse doesn't care about feelings, the curse doesn't care about anything. Books tried to read poems, to be sweet, but his mind was quickly clouded by overwhelming lust, they started drinking themselves silly, fucking furiously in the night, calling for the other gang members that promplty  joined the debauchery and spitroasted the two until everything was just a blur of smoke, sex and drunken stupor. 

Love has no place under the curse, and that is the truth till the end of times. 

and our random winner for this week is...

Corbel! 

so i just realized i misinterpreted the request! corbel asked for ah figurative gym bunny being turned into a literal one, i hope it's still ok if both forms are well, bunnies to begin with!

hope you like em peeps! you'll find the files in the attached rar archive (including the last one as two separate non compressed jpegs instead of a gif)!