Moving On Up

Death Bunny really did have the greatest smile. They were just standing there, talking about this and that, and all of the sudden it just lit up her face, cheek to cheek. Soft. Warm. Welcoming. Cute to ridiculous degrees. What made it so great was that so few got to see this face, got to experience this smile. This was Blossom’s own, private treasure, something that she and a small few would ever be treated to. She took pride in that. More than Death Bunny could know.

She might’ve even tried to tell her, if her fuzzy girlfriend hadn’t surprised her before she could get a word out. Her heart skipped a beat when she was told to close her eyes, and she held her breath as she did. Was it that time? Really? They’d been going out for a while now, and moving in together was a big move, but she hadn’t thought they were that far along, not enough for the question.  But if Death Bunny was ready, she was ready, too. She was so ready for, for…

...a nasty, bloody t-shirt. ”Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh…”

Blossom stood stock still as Death Bunny explained where she’d gotten it from and went off to pin it on her wall, an interestng addition to her decor. She opened her mouth to have a little talk with Death Bunny about that, but shut it tigth a second later, thinking better of it. Taylor Parker was gone, off to do...whatever. Not counting that weird thing when she came back and started burning stuff, she and the AFW were done. No sense in opening up old wounds. Not when there were so many better things to be doing.

”Well, after you’re done with that, want to hit the bed and get some rest, do a little cuddling?” She licked her lips and followed close behind. ”I could even give you a foot message…”

D.B. had a feeling that Blossom would appreciate her little wartime trophy. It was a little piece of iconic memorabilia from back when she ran with probably the roughest gang of degenerate, hard boiled, sociopathic outcasts that were ever unified under one bloody badder...and Kelly Conway was in there somewhere, but she was about as hardcore as a wet noodle. While there wasn't much D.B. could take from that year long experience that she would classify as entirely "positive"...the bloody tanktop she was currently hanging to the wall nevertheless reminded her of one immutable fact. Out of all the egotistic parties and so-called "legends" thrown into that bubbling cauldron of a feud...

...she was still here. And a lot of them weren't. It was a survivor's mentality that reminded D.B. of what she could endure and still end up standing tall when so many others had fallen. And D.B. was relieved that Blossom didn't hassle her about it. Not many could have understood the reasoning behind why D.B.'s does what she does, and that little bit of acceptance meant a lot to her. Probably more than Blossom could ever know.

D. B. did balk though with a slight twinge of her bunny ears when Blossom mentioned that foot massage. She didn't really know why she suddenly got a little flustered with a slight blush from thinking of Blossom having her way with her feet, but there it was. She turned back to face Blossom and bent forward with her hands on her knees and her shapely rump jutting out, the Bunny girl part of Death Bunny making a a rare appearance as she took an uncharacteristically adorable and kinky pose.

"Now why do I get the feeling you've been looking forward to messing with my feet for a loooong time now?" D.B. inquisitively asked with a raised eyebrow and a knowing smirk out of the side of her mouth. After a darkly chuckle, D.B. would scoop Blossom up off her feet by wrapping her arms around her and just below her cute backside. "Tell you what...I've got a way we can christen this whole thing, unwind, and get in some training too. Tell me...what do you know about bedroom matches?" D.B. queried while centering her purple-eyed gaze on Blossom's emerald eyes while escorting her flowery companion down the hallway and into the sole bedroom of the apartment.

Blossom was, naturally, quite familiar with every movement of Death Bunny’s ears, keyed into them at all times. In a way, they were like a second set of eyes. Most people only had to look at your peepers to get a good read on what you were thinking and focusing on, but this one - this wild, furry wonder - needed an extra touch.

So she fully noticed the twitch in Death Bunny’s ears at the mention of a foot massage. That was just one of the things she liked about her - she indulged Blossom’s less orthodox fetish in a way that few would. As strange as it sounded, not everyone could wrap their heads around her love of a well-shaped foot. A sad truth.

Blossom squealed when Death Bunny picked her up and started hauling her through the house, lifting her like the world’s sexiest piece of luggage. Her squealing came to a stop when she heard a pair of words she never expected to hear from Death Bunny’s mouth, though. Not in succession, at least.

”Bedroom matches?” She chewed her lip, put on her most innocent look. ”I mean, I used to watch them all the time, but none since we’ve starting going steady. Cross my heart.”

And she did cross her heart. In a way that brushed her hand over Death Bunny’s chest, as it so happened.

Yes, D.B. did indeed notice all of the hints. Despite how impactful her headbutts were, she still wasn't so thick-headed as to not notice all of the rambunctious pleas from Blossom for them to have fun together somehow. It wasn't that she was totally against zoning out and cuddling up in front of the T.V., but she was simply too high-strung to sit in one place for hours on end. D.B. realized she needed to work out all of her nervous energy first, and what better way than a sparring tussle to get her nice and winded.

"Mmhmm..." D.B. gave a sly and knowing Mmhmm to Blossom mentioning her inexperience with knowing about bedroom matches, the otherworldy bunny girl knowing full well that there was a tiny white lie amidst all that cute pouting. A certain Hentai match against Chiharu ages ago springing to D.B.'s mind in what she promised was just...research. But she could let Bloss' omission slide since it was a lifetime ago, and it was indeed before they became a thing. And sometimes Blossom's innocent face can get her a free pass.

"...well, let's you and I change that." D.B. suspiciously stated before collapsing atop Blossom with a wriggling bounce to their boobs and the Queenly mattress below them. She lifted herself off of her future sparring partner and began backpedaling to the bedroom door behind her. "Whaddya say standard victory conditions? Pinfall or submit, however way you can get it. And the winner gets..." D.B. paused to shut the door behind them with her foot, than leaning her back against it with her arms behind her and her legs crossed. "...to do whatever they want with the loser. You can even get one more personal, secret, and sacred bit of info about me that not another soul on Earth knows. But just one. Now...what say you to that?"

”Bwah!”

Blossom squealed as she was plopped hard onto the bed with Death Bunny on top, putting the Queen-Sized they’d purchased to the test. It passed with flying colors. One of her big worries had been that it might not be strong enough to withstand their late shenanigans - Death Bunny could get a bit wild when she wanted to, and no ordinary box-spring was ready for her.

She sat up after Death Bunny plopped her on the bed, watching with barely restrained glee as Death Bunny closed the door and threw a few stipulations here way. The ‘however way you can get it’ part interested her, but not quite as much as the possibility of turning another page in the Book of Death Bunny, learning more about her girlfriend’s past.

She opened her mouth, about to voice her excitement, but she was quick to shut it and tap her chin. ”Well, I mean, I want to know more about you, but I’m kind of interested to see what you’ll do when I give you free reign. Buuuuuuuuuuuut…” She snapped her fingers. ”Oh, I could just give you the order to do anything you want. Love it!”

She rolled over her back, popped off her shoulders and rose to her feet in a single second, dropping down into her ready stance. ”Come at me!”

One wondered whether D.B. even needed to toss so many rewards Blossom's way to convince her to play along, especially when she seemed eager to get her hands on the bunny girl any way possible. Including massaging the soles of her feet. But this was just D.B.'s way of opening up to her bit by bit when in the past she never even entertained doing that with anyone. It also sort of softened Blossom up for her entire, undoctored, and morbid backstory one day.

"Well...I suppose you can do that. But beating me, and than giving me the ability to whatever I want with you...kind of defeats the purpose of winning and having control over me, don't you think?" D.B. queried with a grim smirk and a raised eyebrow. Nevertheless, it was hard not to feed off of that rambunctious glee emanating from Blossom, the bunny girl getting amped up herself. But not enough to forget one important thing.

"But hey, I'd be yours to command. Orders are orders. Ah...one sec though. First things first." D.B. said while raising her index finger for a brief pause before the action began. She than casually stepped on one of her boots to make it easier to remove the other, than yanked the other black boot off her foot and did the same with her socks. Once barefoot and with a perhaps distracting wiggle of her toes, D.B. uttered "Alright...unpause." before lunging forward in a commanding tackle once more atop the bed. But this time with staying put with her powerful frame weighing Bloss down.

Blossom shook her head, thoroughly disagreeing with Death Bunny’s logic. ”Yeah, but see, I’d be controlling you and making you control me, so it’s kind of like a...double control sort of thing. I think.” She shifted from side to side, getting antsier by the second. ”Besides, this is a no-lose scenario for me.” She chewed on her lip and gazed Bunny’s way. ”Though I am hungry for that secret.”

How she’d come up with the bunny thing? Where she’d gotten the bear coffin from? Where did she get that awesome hat? There were so many layers of Death Bunny to peel back. Like an onion. Or an ogre.

She was ready to go, but Death Bunny still had a little prep work to do, and it garnered Blossom’s attention like nothing else. Her lover couldn’t have gotten a bigger expression if she’d started a striptease. Those toes, so cute and wiggling. Those soles, so soft and inviting. Those nails, begging for the attention and care they deserved…

Yeah. That was all Blossom could take.

She moved forward to meet Death Bunny with a tackle of her own, and the two collided. While they were relatively close in terms of strength, the Grim Hopper had a size and weight advantage that meant a clash like this could only end one way: with Blossom on the bottom. Still, she could work with that, somewhat. Up came her arm, circling around Death Bunny’s head, trying to trap her and take control.

Perhaps it was a tad...underhanded to taunt and tease her flowery lover with but a mere flick of her toes. But Blossom was the one who expressed interest in rekindling that decidedly kinky pass time of theirs, and D.B. could only guess that this was the type of thing that lovers did for each other in the bedroom. Cater to their select fetishes...a favor that maybe Blossom could repay in kind before the day was done...

Tackling the more demure Blossom back to their expansive Queen size mattress had the desired results. The fluffy-eared reaper mounted atop the petite grappler with a jostling spring to their bouncing collision. Years of experience with tussling with Bloss' having trained D.B. to watch out for certain knee-jerk movements on her lover's part. Not the least of which was a small but strong arm reaching up for her bunny-eared head. D.B. only barely able to avoid having it coil around her head before springing up to straddle Blossom' abdomen with her curvy backside.

"Nyuh-uh...not this time, I'm afraid." D.B. grimly uttered with a smirk while pinning Blossom's shoulder's to the bed. "I've been caught with that headlock one too many times to not see it coming. You gotta adapt and try new things or you'll be eaten alive. Such as..." In an appropriate example of taking your own advice, D.B. would shuffle back and let her hands trail faintly down Bloss' sides until she was seated between her legs. She lifted Blossom's right leg upward and began undoing her sneaker and removing her sock. Her intentions becoming crystal clear once she began massaging the barefoot of Blossom's, at one point nuzzling the side of her face against it...

While it had been years since Blossom had really partaken in an amatuer wrestling match, there were certain things about the sport that were so hard-wired into her programming that she couldn’t help but follow them, couldn’t not do them if she tried. What happened just now was a perfect example.

She hadn’t thought about getting Death Bunny’s head under control, it was simply something she did. No prodding. No thinking. No planning. She was on the bed, her shoulders close to a pin, so she put a stop to it. All there was to it.

At least, that was what she tried to do, but she’d forgotten how crafty her girlfriend could be. She slipped through her grasp, but instead of mounting some offense, she started to move downwards. Getting between leg, lifting her foot up, and…

Blossom squealed in sheer delight as her shoe was removed and her foot was given the royal treatment. Death Bunny’s skin was soft, so soft she swore she could feel the tingling of each hair along her skin. ”Ah!” She arched her back and started to squirm on the covers, as if Death Bunny’s body was charged with electricity, waiting to burst out. ”God, that’s dirty.”

D.B. always figured there was a specific reason why Blossom preferred to wrestle in barefeet, and it had little to do with her amateur wrestling pedigree. When they first tussled all those years ago, she just assumed it had something to with her preferring the freedom of mobility whenever she was scampering around the ring.

But recent foot-massaging requests have clued D.B. in to Blossom taking a more...tantalizing, interest in them. Not that D.B. was ever going to kink-shame her flowery lover, especially when she was the one with floppy bunny ears on her head who occasionally brings an adult sized teddy bear costume to the ring.

Instead, D.B. seemingly indulged Blossom's footsy fetish by affectionately nuzzling the side of her face into the sole of her foot. The mumbled purring through her lips reverberated against Blossom's soft skin, while a roving hand would trail down and squeeze Blossom's inner thigh for a destination that seemed obvious.

"Mmm...maybe But what is dirty..." D.B. muttered out from within the arch of Blossom's foot, before suddenly and decisively tucking Blossom over herself into a squirming ball by pushing up on the back of her knees. "...is me pinning you down while you're off in La-La-Land." D.B.'s attempted matchbook pin positioning her crotch against Blossom's upturned backside, with her gloved hands still clasping the back of her lover's legs now spread out into a rigid V-shape.

"That would be 1...2..."