Water you waiting for? Dive in to today’s summer comic by Ripley LaCross. We’ve got a really wet and wild one this week! A bit silly, a bit nsfw and a whole lot of fun. We love it.
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↓ Comic Transcript
Ripley LaCross draws todays comic in a cartoony style using a color palette of dusty yellow, orange, brown, and purple. It's warm and summery.
PAGE 1
In a backyard garden, we see a woman knelt next to one of many grow boxes. Aimee is slim, wearing a kerchief over her short, black hair, leaving her bangs exposed. She wears an orange and brown plaid working shirt tied up into a crop top, leaving her midriff exposed above her purple apron that splits apart in the back to reveal her bare bottom. She wears gardening gloves on her hands and crocks on her feet. A purple hose with a spray nozzle snakes across the garden and rests, inactive, in the grow box next to Aimee's hands as they dig.
"Phew!" she exclaims, wiping sweat from their brow, completely unsuspecting of Carrie who hides behind a leafy trellis with a tricked-out super soaker water gun. Carrie is slightly curvier than Aimee, though not by much. Her long blonde hair is pulled back in a messy ponytail and she wears a black sports bra with baggy shorts and no shoes.
Aimee is engrossed in her gardening, tearing her attention away from it only to admire a butterfly that lands on her gloved hand... until Carrie own hand reaches from off camera to take one of Aimee's apron strings delicately between her sneaky fingers, not yet tugging on it- but Aimee's alert system switches on.
PAGE 2
"Not so fast, buster!" Announces Aimee as she fires the hose on a completely unprepared Carrie, who shrieks.
"HAH!" Aimee taunts at the trellis Carrie dashes behind for cover as she regroups. "You thought you could take me down that easily??"
"Your RAIN of terror is over!" Carrie crows as she launches her second attack, shooting a stream of water from her super soaker behind the cover of the trellis.
"Hah!" Aimee chuffs defiantly, not even noticing that her button-up shirt has fallen completely open, exposing her breasts. "We'll see about that." she continues cooly, pointing the hose nozzle menacingly. "...Uh..." Aye is frozen in her power stance as only a single drop of water lazily spits out of her weapon.
PAGE 3
"What a sordid TWIST of fate." Carrie taunts Aimee, nonchalantly revealing that she tied the hose into a big cartoonish bow tie that she holds in her outstretched hand.
"Hey!" explodes Aimee.
Aimee's fate seems secure as Carrie asks "...any last words?" with her water gun pointed squarely at her defenseless target.
Sheepishly, Aimee offers "Perhaps..." as she begins to pull back her apron, revealing her coyly posed legs. Carrie's lust is awakened as the fabric reveals more.
"HAVE A DRINK!" Aimee announces as she pulls out not one but two water guns from somewhere between the folds of her apron. Her cleanly shaved cootch peeks out as the apron flares around her.
Carrie is doused with a mighty FWOOSH.
PAGE 4
Woozy and dazed, Carry crawls on her belly, reaching out desperately for her own water gun that was knocked free of her grip. Aimee is having none of that, though, and easily kicks the gun even further away.
"Well, well, well..." Aimee says, flipping Carrie onto her back and straddling her. With her left hand, she pins Carrie's hands over her head, and with her right hand, she forms her fingers into the shape of a gun and sticks it under Carrie's jaw. "Looks like you're in HOT WATER now."
PAGE 5
Carrie looks at her captor with shock and frustration until her expression suddenly shifts to one of devilish glee as she explains, "...good thing I've got one last trick up my sleeve..."
"Huh?" Aimee yelps as Carrie's dextrous foot grabs one of Aimee's apron strings, pulling it sharply. As her apron pulls entirely off of her, she shrieks "Hey!" and then "...Uh oh." as Carrie seizes her distraction to pounce on her like a hungry tiger. Her croc'd feet kick in the air while Carrie dives on her, squirt guns forgotten. Laughter and shrieking fills the air and we end on an image of butterflies landing on the discarded apron and a croc.
This comic was transcribed by Erika Moen on July 15th 2024. Matthew then added at the end here, that OJST and it's transcriptions can be supported through Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/OhJoySexToy
PAGE 1
In a backyard garden, we see a woman knelt next to one of many grow boxes. Aimee is slim, wearing a kerchief over her short, black hair, leaving her bangs exposed. She wears an orange and brown plaid working shirt tied up into a crop top, leaving her midriff exposed above her purple apron that splits apart in the back to reveal her bare bottom. She wears gardening gloves on her hands and crocks on her feet. A purple hose with a spray nozzle snakes across the garden and rests, inactive, in the grow box next to Aimee's hands as they dig.
"Phew!" she exclaims, wiping sweat from their brow, completely unsuspecting of Carrie who hides behind a leafy trellis with a tricked-out super soaker water gun. Carrie is slightly curvier than Aimee, though not by much. Her long blonde hair is pulled back in a messy ponytail and she wears a black sports bra with baggy shorts and no shoes.
Aimee is engrossed in her gardening, tearing her attention away from it only to admire a butterfly that lands on her gloved hand... until Carrie own hand reaches from off camera to take one of Aimee's apron strings delicately between her sneaky fingers, not yet tugging on it- but Aimee's alert system switches on.
PAGE 2
"Not so fast, buster!" Announces Aimee as she fires the hose on a completely unprepared Carrie, who shrieks.
"HAH!" Aimee taunts at the trellis Carrie dashes behind for cover as she regroups. "You thought you could take me down that easily??"
"Your RAIN of terror is over!" Carrie crows as she launches her second attack, shooting a stream of water from her super soaker behind the cover of the trellis.
"Hah!" Aimee chuffs defiantly, not even noticing that her button-up shirt has fallen completely open, exposing her breasts. "We'll see about that." she continues cooly, pointing the hose nozzle menacingly. "...Uh..." Aye is frozen in her power stance as only a single drop of water lazily spits out of her weapon.
PAGE 3
"What a sordid TWIST of fate." Carrie taunts Aimee, nonchalantly revealing that she tied the hose into a big cartoonish bow tie that she holds in her outstretched hand.
"Hey!" explodes Aimee.
Aimee's fate seems secure as Carrie asks "...any last words?" with her water gun pointed squarely at her defenseless target.
Sheepishly, Aimee offers "Perhaps..." as she begins to pull back her apron, revealing her coyly posed legs. Carrie's lust is awakened as the fabric reveals more.
"HAVE A DRINK!" Aimee announces as she pulls out not one but two water guns from somewhere between the folds of her apron. Her cleanly shaved cootch peeks out as the apron flares around her.
Carrie is doused with a mighty FWOOSH.
PAGE 4
Woozy and dazed, Carry crawls on her belly, reaching out desperately for her own water gun that was knocked free of her grip. Aimee is having none of that, though, and easily kicks the gun even further away.
"Well, well, well..." Aimee says, flipping Carrie onto her back and straddling her. With her left hand, she pins Carrie's hands over her head, and with her right hand, she forms her fingers into the shape of a gun and sticks it under Carrie's jaw. "Looks like you're in HOT WATER now."
PAGE 5
Carrie looks at her captor with shock and frustration until her expression suddenly shifts to one of devilish glee as she explains, "...good thing I've got one last trick up my sleeve..."
"Huh?" Aimee yelps as Carrie's dextrous foot grabs one of Aimee's apron strings, pulling it sharply. As her apron pulls entirely off of her, she shrieks "Hey!" and then "...Uh oh." as Carrie seizes her distraction to pounce on her like a hungry tiger. Her croc'd feet kick in the air while Carrie dives on her, squirt guns forgotten. Laughter and shrieking fills the air and we end on an image of butterflies landing on the discarded apron and a croc.
This comic was transcribed by Erika Moen on July 15th 2024. Matthew then added at the end here, that OJST and it's transcriptions can be supported through Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/OhJoySexToy