Moving On Up

Guh. So much for that advantage.

Blossom was...hm. Saying she was in a ‘bad way’ wasn’t quite accurate. She was on her back, working up a sweat in private with her girlfriend, the hottest lady to ever grace Friction’s ramp, Death Bunny. Said girlfriend was taking off her pants, revealing the smoking hot underwear she had underneath. It was hard to not be content with that state of things. But, in the context of trying to win a match, not good things.

She laid there, aching as her lover came over to sit on her chest, taking position astride her, leg spread out as she mounted her chest. Blossom struggled for a moment, turning left and right, before she had to stop and take a moment to appreciate the position. In the dim light, Death Bunny looked like some dominating dark goddess, looming over her with glowing eyes, the ruler of her fate. When she looked to the side, she could see those toned, powerful legs - muscular, but not to the point where they lost their softness. Utterly perfect.

”You are so beautiful.” She had to take a moment to kiss Death Bunny’s thigh and lovingly nuzzle against it. She had to.

D.B. would have been lying out of her teeth if she tried to pass off her undressing as simply a matter of comfort. Tensions were getting high right along with her state of arousal, a sheen of perspiration on her skin and her flustered cheeks being clear evidence of that. She figured this was just the bunny girl aspect of her guiding her sultry movements and decisions. Such as her secret decision to wear kinky lingerie beneath her tattered jeans and morbid persona long before she lovingly embraced Blossom into her life. She kinda figured Blossom would appreciate her suggestive choice in panties, especially with the fluffy rabbit design right on her crotch.

But D.B. still couldn't help but balk from Blossom's muttered answer, a warm feeling in her chest melting glaciers and chipping away at the stone casing around her heart. That blush on her cheek brightening up several hues as she took a soothing breath with the most affectionate smile she could muster.

"...*sigh*...How is it you always know just the right thing to say to me?~..." D.B. gently uttered while lowering her hand to caress Blossom's cheek and even rub the flower girl's lush lips with her thumb. "...but I still owe you for earlier." The foreboding glint in her eyes and inflection to her words all preceding D.B. shuffling her butt forward to start straddling Blossom's cherubic face. A shiver dancing up her spine already from the heated breaths felt against her smooth inner thigs and her crotch tantalizingly close to those lush lips of Blossoms'...

To some, it might’ve seemed like Blossom just had a knack for manipulating her bunny eared lover, but she swore, that was never the case. She never really tried to make Death Bunny swoon, never sought out with the purpose of getting those cheeks to redden. It just sort of kept happening. She just said what she thought and did what she felt like, and it was always enough to get their blood racing.

For the moment, it seemed like that was all she needed to do, that she might’ve earned a reprieve with her involuntary cuteness alone. Alas, that was not quite the case.

Blossom’s eyes widened as her girlfriend moved forward, and she opened her mouth to protest, only to be silenced by #3 on the top ten list of her favorite Death Bunny body parts. She let out a squeal of surprise in delight as her world darkened and filled with hot, sweaty scents, taking in her lover’s arousal. So hot, so wet, so perfect.

She squirmed around underneath Death Bunny, searching for some relief and finding none. Her mouth pressed upwards, searching for some spare air and running along her lover’s sex at the same time, as if trying to please her into giving the reward of air.

It's amazing how a slight change of venue could completely change how one acts under the right circumstances. This wasn't the first time Blossom had touched her deeply with the right words at the right time. Normally, D.B. would have reacted to Blossom's heartfelt show of affection with her typical intense bashfulness and an immediate need to avert her gaze to anything else in the room.

But D.B. wasn't exactly in that frame of mind right now. In fact, she was rather hot and bothered with kind of a score to settle. And the darkened confines of a bedroom were the right circumstances for her to act decidedly out of character for her. She hummed gently from the ragged breaths felt against her womanhood with beads of sweat already starting to dot her smooth skin. A subtle wetness could be felt against the skintight material of her lingerie, and for the first time in a long time one could mistake D.B. with being a bunny girl of the Love Bunny variety...a comparison that would have usually earned you a clock to the jaw from D.B. Maybe not so much this time.

With a deep exhalation, D.B. performed another act uncommon of her. A show of mercy as she eased herself off of Blossom to allow her the air she was needing, but not without shuffling back to lay herself stop Blossom so they were eye to sultry, purple hued eye.

"There...now we're all squared. Unless you’d like to continue where you left off~..."

Air or Death Bunny’s sex. It might have sounded strange, but this was a tough question for Blossom, one she found herself struggling with. She liked breathing, it was a task she’d done quite often since she’d been born and a little while before even that. On the other hand, she really liked this - having Death Bunny on top of her, pressing down on her, filling her nostril with so many lovely, familiar scents.

It left her dizzy, but in a good way, when Death Bunny finally let go and slid off, as if she were getting drunk off her girlfriend. So, when she was shown some mercy and freed from the pleasure prison, her sigh was one of mixed relief and disappoint. She would be revisiting that spot, and soon.

For now, though, Blossom got to enjoy the feel of her lovers sliding on top of her body, pressing down with her welcoming curves. It was staggering how well they fit each other, as if their bodies were made with the other in mind. Legs sliding, hips touching, breasts pushing. Perfect.

A shame she’d have to ruin it soon. But for now, she could indulge. [color:4761=#Green]”Well,” She lifted her head up enough to give Death Bunny a teasing peck on the lips, before she reached down and let her hands roam over her girlfriend’s pleasing backside. ”I won’t say I’m opposed to the idea, but…”

D.B. probably couldn't hold Blossoms earlier face humping against her any longer, not after having just put herself in her lover's position this time around. There was definitely a sense of sensual dominance going on when she felt those muffled moans humming against her womanhood, that fluttery feeling in her chest definitely not going unnoticed either. At least she kind of understood why all those Hentai wrestlers get off on something like that, but D.B. still couldn't see herself doing any of this in front of millions of people. Not without putting her bunny warrior's pride at stake.

It took a helluva lot of restraint to willingly unseat herself from what was just the tip of the iceberg in terms of a climax, but D.B. just wanted to return the kinky favor and, quite literally, offer Blossom just a taste. And she missed seeing those emerald eyes of Blossoms, which she now had an unobstructed view of before feeling a light peck against her lips and a groping caress of rump that had her bunny ears involuntarily twitch.

"Nh...well, aren't you the bold one..." D.B. panted out with a smirk and a brighter blush that Blossom probably couldn't see considering how close they were, one peck turning into several as D.B's kisses began being dotted against Blossom's neck. She would have reacted much less favorably to anyone else feeling up her smooth backside like that, but this was probably the only situation where she would let it slide.

Death Bunny was blushing. No, Blossom couldn’t see it from this angle, that was true, but she didn’t really needed visual confirmation. She knew her lover. Knew the sensation of heat flowed through her body. With all the times their skin had touched, she felt she could read the movements in her girlfriend’s body as well as her own, as if they were made by her own body. An odd skill, but one she reveled in.

Moans came freely from her lips as her lover worked her over with expert skill, each little kiss sending a thrill through her body, making her shiver at the mere touch. It was so easy to get swept up in it all, let her lover take the reigns…

But no. No, she had to win this, wanted to know the secret. There would be plenty of time for Death Bunny humping afterwards.

”You’ve got no idea.” Blossom cryptically whispered back, before switching back into attack mode. Up came her legs, wrapping tight around Death Bunny’s midsection and crushing her waist. Up came her hands - after giving her butt a quick spank - wrap around her neck and pull her tight against Blossom’s chest. It was a tight hold, and she held onto it like the world’s horniest limp, squeezing her lover’s busty body with everything she had to give.

Being an undaunted pillar of morbid and morose sternness meant never showing weakness or signs of levity. It was a 24/7 way of life that kept her alive up till now. So when the chance came for her to unwind and enjoy the loving embrace of the single, solitary person she allowed close enough into her heart to do so, it shouldn't be surprised that D.B. would take sweet advantage of it. To feel sensual warmth and love when for so long in her life all she felt was frigid cold and bitterness...it was as sweet of a nectar that D.B. could have ever imagined. And one she indulged in with each lush kiss.

She swore she could feel Blossom's heartbeat given how close they were, every planting of her lips getting just the right reaction from her flowery lover...except for the butt spanking. Blossom was truly lucky to be the only person on Earth to survive doing that to Death Bunny.

"Hggh...See you've...been practicing..." But with one vice-like clenching, D.B. was reminded of the whole reasoning behind this mid day romp of theirs. Her wincing words having a raspy inflection as her muscles flexed and strained, but something about being outmuscled in her lover's clutches made this more enticing than agonizing. She noticed how much stronger Blossom has gotten, but she also noticed the wetness on Blossom's crotch that could be felt against her abdomen. A preciously rare girlish moan would be uttered by D.B. as she nuzzled her head against Blossom's neck as the life was most definitely being squeezed out of her...

Maybe it was a little cheap, Blossom couldn’t help but think, to use her girlfriend’s intimacy against her like this. It had legitimately hurt her to take a moment like this, one where Death Bunny opened herself up and made herself vulnerable, to such a devastating advantage...but her lover wanted her to get a bit more ruthless, pushed her to have more aggression in her matches. This was just the logical extension of that, right? Right..

Besides, she really wanted that secret. Wanted it bad. So, in a way, it was kind of Death Bunny’s fault for dangling such enticing fruit in front of her face.

The good thing about this hold was that, unlike the headscissors, it didn’t offer any powerbomb possibilities. Death Bunny would have to heft her full weight up if she wanted to do anything, a daunting task while the air was being squeezed out of her.

Oh, and it let Blossom hump Death Bunny’s stomach. That was plenty fun. ”You make me so happy.” She giggled, playful and childish, as she brought her lips down and gave her lover a few gentle bites along the neck.

Normally, thoughts of escape plans and finding ways to earn her freedom would immediately come springing to D.B's mind. It was just one of those wrestling instincts of hers that saved from many a tight jam. But a swirling cocktail of sensations were keeping D.B. from resisting beyond a wriggling squirm or two before she died back down.

The petite muscles bearing down on her and making movement a stifling chore, the sweltering body heat being shared as their sweat-soaked frames rubbed against one another's...and those gentle nibbling and impish giggles were a particular high note for D.B. Her adoration for all things adorable only melting her even deeper in Blossom's arms, though it did provoke a response she might appreciate. The bunny girl lusciously nibbling on Blossom's earlobe with tender care for several long seconds before lifting her head to look Blossom in her emerald eyes.

"..and that's all I'll ever want to do..." Soulful emotion was in every whispered word before she planted her lips on Blossom's for a tender, soft, yet commanding kiss. There was deep slight undulation to her abdomen in rhythm with Blossom's grinding. Whether any of this was going to earn D.B. her freedom, was of course, the farthest thing on her mind.