Slumber Jam '14 [For Killcarrion]

Blossom was giddy, positively giddy. Even moreso than usual.

This was the day that Blossom had been looking forward to for so long - the slumber party with Death Bunny. Her injury had put a little moratorium on it, but she was finally home. The cast on her foot was a pain to deal with, but she would get by. It was worth the effort.

She spent the entire day cleaning up and making sure everything was in order, not that it was really all that hard. One of the great things about not having a whole lot of stuff in your apartment was that it made getting things in order a snap. She arranged her furniture according to maximum feng shui. Got some new, green sheets for her bed. Made sure he widescreen TV was properly set up, along with the DVD player, and rented a few movies. She figured Death Bunny was probably more of a horror fan, she rented a copy of the only rabbit themed horror movie she knew about - Night of the Lepus.



Yes, everything was in order, and Blossom was ready for company as the sun went down, putting the finishing touches on and slipping into her Spongebob Pajamas. Nice and snug and ready for company, all she needed now was the guest of honor herself...

The thundering sound of a souped up engine from a slick black Harley Davidson motorcycle vibrated the windows of nearby parked cars, the bunny-eared owner of such an awe-inspiring vehicle pulling right in front of her destination….but would remain seated and slouch forward with her head hold down in depressing contemplation instead of stepping off her ride.

*……How did it come to this? All I did was accept one measly rematch……*That one decision still haunted D.B. even to this day, it was definitely a turning point that led to an unforeseen chain of events, including being ganged up on and forced to orgasm by a deadly duo of gangster chicks and her new masked archenemy. She imagined that in a parallel dimension, THAT worldâ€s Death Bunny said no to the match and was no doubt living a blissful existence right about now.

With a frustrated groan the downtrodden grim one kicked the stand down to level the bike before dismounting, grumbling all the way."Tch....Shoulda punched her across the locker room when I had the chance…” Walking to the apartment building with a large tote bag over her slumped shoulders, the bunny dressed semi-lightly for the Spring weather in her purple tank top with a bunny skull and crossbones on the chest, black denim hot pants, clomping heavy duty boots and wide-brimmed undertaker hat. Waiting in the lobby for the elevator the downtrodden rabbit entered the final stage before dying, Acceptance. *Mmm…..alright, maybe this wonâ€t be that bad…..A movie, a bite to eat, 6 hours of sleep and the deed is done…..* Stepping out of the elevator, Bunny marched towards Blossoms door with a renewed determination after her self-comforting words. *Plus she knows enough about me by now to try and keep this entire affair low-key* Stopping at the door Bunny took one last deep breath before making one more fateful decision and ringing the doorbell…

Ding……*Hmm, it might not be too late to slug her*……Dong……..

This was a pretty quiet neighborhood, as quiet a place as you could ask for in Tokyo. Aside from the occasional festival or parade, nothing much happened around it. Good crime rate, hardly any break-ins. It was a far bit away from the main city, but the peace of mind was simply awesome. It was the sort of place Blossom felt comfortable in, a good area to unwind after every match.

That silence was why she heard Death Bunny's approach so easily. The sound of a roaring motorcycle stood out far too well. The loudest thing that came down this way was typically the dumptruck.

She peered out the window, and sure enough, it was Death Bunny, looking like her usual gloomy self, something Blossom hoped she could rectify before the night was over. Making Death Bunny smile was a monumental task of Herculean proportion, but she felt like she was up to the task. She'd do it or go down trying.

Before the bell could even finish ringing, Blossom opened the door and hobbled her way over, giving Bunny as big a hug as she could make. "You came!"

Bunnys finger would hardly lift itself off the buzzer before the door would swing open to reveal the handicapped flower herself, not giving the deathly one a chance to breath before she wrapped her arms around her in an affectionate hug, although Bunny wouldnâ€t react like it was.

“Nnn….” Her hands sprung up to shoulder level, looking down at Blossom with an baffled and uncomfortable expression on her face, not quite knowing what to do in this completely alien situation and still wondering if making a break for it was out of the question.

“Y-yeah well…..donâ€t make a big deal out of this. The night hasnâ€t even started and youâ€ve already got your hands all over me…” Bunny lightly tapped the top of Blossomâ€s head in a robotic up and down fashion. She looked down to notice her friends? bandaged foot, giving her an awkward posture. “Hmm guess this kinda turned into a farewell party until your splintered foot heals up. Sure youâ€re okay to be running around like that pipsqueak?”

Yes, making a break for it was out of the question. Blossom had her Death Bunny, now, and she wasn't letting go. Not for anyone, not anything!

DING!

Except maybe for the tea she had heating up. That would get her to let go.

She gave Death Bunny one final squeeze, enjoying the soft yet strong feel of her body, before she strolled back into her apartment and motioned for her the statusque stunner to follow after. "I think I'm good." She nodded, skipping her way on into the kitchen. "As long as we don't get too crazy, I think we'll be fine." She poked her head out, winking. "Do you want to get 'too crazy'?"

Bunny exhaled a deep breath once released from the injured flowerâ€s warm hearted hug, which almost turned one of the ‘bear†variety as it seemed that Blossom would sometimes forget how unexpectedly strong she was. That first step was the most difficult, steeling her mind before slowly entering the abode to the relaxing smell of fresh tea simmering over a stove. *Jeez thatâ€s a lot of green,” she thought seeing the color in way more places she would expect.

“Rrrgh….”Bunny would hardly ever out right growl at someone before, but would in this case at Blossomâ€s innuendo laden winking. “I already MUST be crazy to go through with all this…,” Bunny groaned, she could have at least waited until she sat down before making with the weird talk. Plopping down on the nearest sofa, Bunny dropped down her tote bag next to her boots which she had also taken off with only dark purple socks covering her feet. She did see something curious on the living room table though, picking it up to examine with a quizzical look….

“...'KILLING, EATING AS THEY PROWL, GROWING LARGER AS THEY EAT…..NO LIMIT TO THE HORROR OF…..NIGHT OF THE LEPUS'….Hmm…”

Blossom giggled and ducked back into the kitchen as Bunny groaned. Still as acerbic and acidic as ever. Just the way Blossom liked her.

"I'm just teasing." She hobbled her way back out of the kitchen, carrying a steaming bowl of popcorn with her, made just in time, so hot she had to bounce it around her fingers a little to keep it from burning on the underside. "Hot, hot, hot, hot..."

She plopped down next too Death Bunny and scooted back in the cushions, setting the popcorn on her lap as she glanced at tonight's feature movie. "Yeah, Night of the Lepus! See, I was going through a few collections, and I saw this, and I thought: 'This is so Death Bunny'. Because it's scary, but it's cuddly at the same time, and it's fun to watch, too." She took scoop of popcorn and stuffed it, before offering her flurry eared pal the bowl.

Bunny took the steaming bowl of buttered and popped kernels with a deadpan expression, Blossoms succinct description of how she perceived D.B. making her curious as to whether EVERYONE sees her this way, certainly would explain a few things. Bunny examined the movie case as if she was studying a foreign substance, not knowing whether to interpret this as a cruel joke or a genuine attempt at finding a flick she would dig into…..either way, it made her uncomfortable. This entire situation was horribly foreign territory for her….

“…..*sigh*….you just love watching me squirm, donâ€t you?...Well…I…I guess these are the types of movies youâ€re supposed to watch at a sleepover, but I doubt this is going to be all that scary," Bunny placed the popcorn bowl on the table after helping herself to a hefty handful herself.

“So….what else is on the agenda?” Bunny inquired between munches with her eyes closed in contemplation. “I donâ€t think I need to say painting toenails is out of the question, do I?”

Blossom sparred a few glances to the other side of the room, where a nail polish set might or might not have been hiding underneath the kitchen table. It was a shame - she'd bought it just for the occasion, even picking out a shade of purple that would've match Death Bunny to a T! She was willing to bet it would have gone perfect on toes, too. What a waste, what a waste. "...no. No, nothing like that." There was a slight flavor of disappoint seasoned on her voice.

She turned over the side and brought back a case with more DVDs in it. "I've got others, if you like. Attack of the Killer Tomatoes, Kung Fu Hustle, Shaolin Soccer, ooh! Godzilla vs Hedorah, MST3K, awesome and classic!" She did a little squeal just thinking about it, then went back to thumbing. "Ah, Killer Clowns from Outer Space. Troll 2? I've got the entire first season of Tattooed Teenage Alien Fighters From Beverly Hills."

She passed the case off to Bunny, letting her decide. "Also...okay, Toenails are out of the question. Got that. But. Would fingernails be a thought? Maybe?"

Bunny raised an eyebrow through slower, more methodical popcorn munches…noticing something not quite right about Blossomâ€s innocent sounding agreement about the no toenail painting decree. The idea of her wearing and applying nail polish, the act itself was so girly, and, well...feminine…nope. Never. Not in a million years.

Her eyes would spring in amazement at the substantial library of schlock horror and B grade monster flicks plopped on her lap. Darting from movie to movie and not recognizing a single one, her mind was swimming with cheesy special effects complimented with ridiculous names that boggled the brain but secretly intrigued her curiosity.

“Eh?....I said forge-“

*Ding-Dong*

“Thatâ€s Maki…my friend who wanted to meet you. Must have finally gotten off from work.” Bunny turned her attention back to the case of movies, flipping through them with mumbled comments as she studied them like some foreign species. “How can they be aliens if theyâ€re from Beverly Hills?....”