Reward Art: Girls of Mooters (Patreon)

Great art from https://twitter.com/_StalkerPunk for the cowgirl restaurant. Outfit and concept designed by https://twitter.com/kdubs_matt, but I wrote some OCs for it in a fic a while back.

Stories are back at https://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/luffy316/54034/The-Waitresses-of-Mooters 

Left to right: Kayla (big sis type manager), Sara-Lynn (flirty shorty), Coco (clumsy new girl), Lulabelle (giant bimbo), Bibi (tempermental punk), and Skim (the flat cashier). You can tell from the sketch that does look sort of nightmarey without any details added.

No immediate plans for them but do love to go back to some cute cowgirls.

The latest (and some would call greatest) addition to the theme restaurants around the world was Mooters. A simple swap of one letter and a little extra theming had people flocking to the cowgirl-centric locales. Tight blue short shorts and a white, sleeveless shirt made a simple, practical yet revealing outfit. The restaurant logo was written across the front, usually stretched out by the busty waitresses with a cow’s face in the middle, its wide nostrils forming the O’s in Mooters. The fact that they offered some of the best burgers, curly fries and milkshakes in town were a pleasant bonus on top of the chesty staff. The end result was that it kept the bovine waitresses plenty busy.

Just like most restaurants, Mooters had its share of theme nights and special occasions to draw in customers. It wasn’t that it needed help, being staffed by sexy and curvy cowgirls. 


“Oh we’ve GOT to stop off here tonight,” one of the passing men insisted.


His friend looked up at the large, blue-lettered sign with a cow head forming the O’s in Mooters.


“The burger and shake place with all the tits? Why tonight? I thought we were eating at Redhead Robin.” 


The first of the boys pointed at the sign in front of the restaurant. “Titfuck night tonight” was written out in chalk.


“Ohhhh. Hell yea.”


The two entered and found the place was pretty busy for the middle of the week. A wooden stage was set up on the  Plates clattered as servers hastily dropped off dishes and cups, all of them in the stretched white tank tops and blue shorts of the restaurant’s uniform. If that wasn’t enough of a giveaway, every one of them was a thick cowgirl of some variety. Some were shortstacks, amazons, bbw, milfs… but they all had some form of horns and there was hardly an empty bra on the entire team. At least those that bothered with a bra.