Betty Rubble Cosplay Novels & Stories

My stomach drops, my eyes widening as I turn slowly, and there they are. Rhys, head high, jacket undone, confidence radiating like arrogance dressed in black, and beside him is Betty. The air thickens in my chest, and the sound of the violins distorts in my ears, the notes distant, like they’re playing underwater. Betty is wearing a silk white gown that clings to her body like liquid light. Her hair is up, curls spilling against the curve of her neck, and her makeup is subtle except for her lips — that deep red that shouldn’t suit her but does. It makes her look alive in a way I have never seen.

Betsy nodded, her face very serious. She reached down for the bottom of her sweatshirt. She pulled it off, revealing a light blue tee. Betsy took that off as well. I was reminded of the old kid's magician trick of revealing an endless rainbow of ribbons. How far down did all this go?

Frost said in a low, stern voice. "I did not make a mistake, Dr. Frost just appointed me — Director Betty!" Dr. Zhang said proudly. Frost turned around and saw a group of people crowding around a queen-like figure, his aunt Betty. "My dear nephew, I am so surprised that you are not dead!" Betty, wearing a deathly pink robe, and stepping on a pair of 7-inch high heels, warmly opened her arms to walk towards Frost. She abandoned her usual high-end lady style, had her hairdresser copy the makeup and hairstyle of the E-country queen, and even pretended to carry a Hermes crocodile skin notebook wherever she went.

Not that I usually bother with make-up too much, but I definitely liked the hair. As I emerged from my en-suite, Morgan was sitting on my bed, a big smile on her face. “Yay!” she winked at me. “You used it. It suits you. That big bad Beta won’t be able to resist you.” she winked again before dashing past me to the en-suite before I could argue. I quickly got dressed in a simple baby blue shift dress and tan gladiator-style sandals. I kept my make-up simple today. But, I think my overall look worked, and a small part of me kind of wished I was seeing Asher…

Several warriors come by but leave us alone. “What are you going to do?” Bill asks me. I look out at the back yard of the packhouse. “Whatever she wants,” I answer. “Alpha,” Betty calls me. I jump up to meet her and Sabrina. “Hey, are you okay?” I ask, seeing her with red eyes. Sabrina is holding herself and shaking. I can’t help it; I can’t let her be so scared. I grab her and hold her. I feel her start to cry and hug her more tightly.

Third Person & Audrey Third Person Betty stood in front of the mirror, tugging at the oversized, ill-fitting clothes she had chosen for the day: a large men’s t-shirt, a pair of baggy sweatpants, a ratty beanie. They covered her figure perfectly, making her appear like a slightly tall and lanky preteen. With her hair hanging around her face, her eyes ringed with dark eyeshadow, and her skin powdered to look more pale and sickly, she barely resembled herself anymore. She looked like a tired, scared twelve-year-old. It was believable enough.

“Let’s catch up more later, there’s a lovely lady I need to greet.” The other Beta glances at Iris, gaze curiously scanning over her dress. She picked a simple number. It has long sleeves and a lace collar that covers her chest well enough to hide her scars. It’s fitted but has just enough body that Iris doesn’t look completely starved. It’s a soft, shimmering champagne color. The Beta doesn’t seem to recognize her, as her face doesn’t turn hostile after the look. She nods to Iris and Eric and disappears into the crowd.

Daph answered, her ever-present protective energy stiffening her spine as she greeted Ruben with a practiced politeness. He looked different. More worn. Better dressed than usual, in a soft grey sweater and jeans, his hair less sharp, more natural. A bouquet of yellow tulips in one hand. A blue RC car in the other. “Hey, buddy,” he said, crouching down as Julian gasped and ran forward. “Cool! You brought me BumbleWheels!” “Close,” Ruben chuckled, handing over the remote-controlled car. “He’s BumbleWheels’ cousin. Name him whatever you want.”

Stick figures stood in front of it. Mrs. Danson wore a purple dress and had curly brown hair. Ruby stood beside her, wearing a pink crown that said Princess Ruby. Liam was drawn much taller than everyone else, with huge shoulders and what looked suspiciously like superhero muscles. And then there was me. Ruby had drawn me in a flowing red gown with long dark hair cascading down my back. I had a sparkling crown on my head and a giant smile. Above us, in crooked colorful letters, were the words:

As Ms Betty teased her fingers into my hole and raised her head to rasp her tongue across my tits, SHE reappeared in view behind her lover. She had quickly discarded her own clothes, keeping on only her favourite black leather boots (she had worn them when drilling me with a dildo the previous afternoon, explaining that they were her ‘bedroom pair’ which she didn’t dirty by wearing outside the house), and had buckled on the harness of a huge bulbous purple-coloured plastic phallus. Ms Betty was now kneeling on the bed between my wide-open thighs, grasping my breasts and sucking and pulling on my achingly-aroused nipples.