Pebbles - Part 3 (Patreon)

Months have passed, and Pebbles, now in her sophomore year at Prinstone University, still continues to hold out hope that some film director or talent scout will take notice and give her her big break. Sure, the shoot with the huge Cro-Magnon had gotten her a little traction, but aside from a few low-paying clothing model gigs, none of the big names had come a-calling.

The typical turnaround shoots have gotten her face out there, but...dear god, they were tedious. Put on a skimpy bikini, strike an unambigious pose, smile, and... -click- Turn to the right, smile, and... -click- Turn to the left, smile, and... -click- Show her backside, a cock of her hips, and... -click- Step behind a dressing curtain, change into another bikini, and...do it all over again, ad nauseam. Hardly the celebrity-filled green rooms and red carpet-walking movie premiers that Pebbles had envisioned.

Sam: Heeey! There's my favorite co-ed!

Greasy and fawning as usual, Sam Stone greets Pebbles as she walks into the studio, giving her his usual disingenuous, toothy grin. Motioning for her to come into his office, Pebbles gives him an eager-looking smile in return...inwardly, however, knowing full well that he is about to drop yet another budget job on her. Seated across him, the talent agent slides a slate across his desk...the unsigned contract skittering to a halt in front of the redhead.

Pebbles gives in a cursory glance, expecting to see the name of yet another clothing vendor or some online lingerie hawker. Instead, however, Pebbles squints at the name of the company...and then blinks repeatedly, looking up at her handler with a surprised expression.

Pebbles: Pillar? Isn't that, like...

Sam: The largest cereal company on the supercontinent, yes. They want a certain look to do a few spoon-in-mouth test shots for a new, as-yet-named cereal. You interested?

Being the potential face of a brand new product line from a huge, multinational food company...or her face buried in the website of some underwear peddler. That's a no-brainer.

Pebbles: Absolutely!

Pebbles quickly bangs her mark in the slate with a hammer chisel, not even looking at the particulars of the contract.

A few days later, Pebbles finds herself deep in the stone-skyscraper-filled heart of New Rock City. She's already spent a small fortune to get there from Prinstone...two trains, a cross-town bus, and a bronto-taxi ride...let alone the hundred clams she's spent on clothes, Dress to impress, as they say...and don't be afraid to show a little skin. If she doesn't get this gig, she'll be eating ramen noodles in her dorm for the next two semesters.

An elevator ride to the top floor of the company's advertising agency, Pebbles, is met with a hallway lined with chairs occupied by a dozen or more women that... Externally, Pebbles tries to exude confidence and the wherewithal to get any gig she pleases. Internally, however, she admits to herself that she's way out of her league...these are real, bona fide runway models. Seasoned professionals who take one look at her sneer and then roll their eyes in disdain.

Hours pass, and Pebbles gets closer and closer to the door, the woman being called in one by one. It isn't until it's her turn that Pebbles hears a familiar voice.

Voice: Next!

Pebbles pauses for a second... Nooo... Can't be?

Voice: Any ol' time, sweetheart.

Pebbles strides into the room, fully decked out with lighting and backdrops. Standing behind an expensive, medium-format bird-camera on a tripod, the familiar-sounding voice barks at her in annoyance...the extremely short-statured man's back turned towards the would-be models as they enter.

In front of him, the previous applicant rises from her knees, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she gives Pebbles a hateful look...the little man lowering his jagged-edged tunic to cover his privates.

Pebbles: Uncle Barney?!?*

*Throughout The Flintstone's original six-year run and its many reboots they never definitively say what Barney's profession is. Among other things, he has been a short-order cook, a geologist, a repo man, and....a photographer.

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Original Art by Chancero

Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2