Death Bunny vs. Blossom Fields II - The Quickening

Blossom looked up, wide-eyed, as the axe handle came crashing down on her - suddenly empathizing quite well with a deer in the headlights. She got her hands in time to block it, but it didn't make much difference with her back on the ground like that; she was practically hammered into the mat, her body bouncing on it, stunned and easy prey for Death Bunny's soft, amorous clutches.

Before she could get her senses back, she was rolled around with all the ease of a doll, brought to lay on top of D.B. as she fondled her breasts and sex with expert precision - if this really was her first time, she was a natural. Blossom bit her lip, squirmed, but it was like holding back the floodwaters with a leaky dam...sooner or later.

"Sorry, I just...eh...didn't want to make things too easy, is all..." She let out a low sigh and let her hands run over Death Bunny's face. "...you're really beautiful, you know that?"

The feel of Blossomâ€s body pressing back up against her as she reacted to Bunnyâ€s advances…her slight moans of pleasure… if Bunny did actually have a hidden talent for satisfying another woman, that may only mortify her more. This entire concept of this match was so foreign and embarrassing to her that if she were actually an expert the irony may actually be too much to handle.

“…….You really are an idiot, you know that”? Bunny lowered her head down to hide her face as she gradually picked up the pace of her caresses, pinching Blossoms nipple as well as rubbing deeper into her moistened sex. Bunny shrugged the compliment off as just the ramblings of some infatuated, lovesick puppy dog who didnâ€t know what she was saying…

She'd been so confident going in - maybe that was why Bunny was taking it so easily. Maybe Blossom underestimated her own weakness and overestimated Bunny's - she thought they were on a similar level, but honestly, that didn't seem to be the case. She was simply being outdone, and learning the real challenge of a hentai match - it's not just a fight against another woman, it's a fight against your own body. At the end of the day, your body always wins - you just cannot biology, plain and simple.

Blossom felt it coming, but there was just no stopping it - she'd have a better chance putting out a forest fire with a water gun, at this point. All she could do was enjoy the ride - and, oh wow, did she enjoy it.

"I'm - I'm..." She let out a deep sigh, almost impossibly deep for her body, as she came under Death Bunny's energetic embrace, her body sinking in the bliss, eyes hazing over. hands falling to the side. She'd lost. She hated losing. But losing never felt so damn good.

Bunny clenched tighter on her opponent as Blossoms juices burst forth, signaling the end of the match. Sinking to the floor with her one arm still draped over Blossom in a tight embrace, her breathing would start to settle as she felt Blossomâ€s warm and sweat drenched body press against her heaving orbs. Her mind was a blank slate after her first sexual experience with another woman…..

…….until she heard her name called out as the winner of the match. Her eyes would spring wide open, the realization of what she had done finally dawning upon her, her old self coming back with a vengeance. Sitting up sharply while roughly pushing Blossom off of her, it would feel like the lights of the entire arena had just now turned on to reveal the immense cheering audience, when before there was nothing but darkness. Bunny was so caught up in the moment that she had blocked the crowd out altogether.

“Noo.....I didnâ€t just do what I think I did.....in front of all these people?!?!” With a mortified look on her flush red face D.B. will grab her bunny ears and drape them over her eyes, gritting her teeth while she recalled every hot and sweaty moment of the match…

This was Nirvana - sweet, sweet bliss. Despite being such a hard person, Death Bunny's body was surprisingly soft and supple. Blossom felt like she could just lie there forever, listening to the slow rumble of her breath, the steady beat of her powerful heart beneath her. Just live in the moment.

Unfortunately, Death Bunny had different plans as she flung Blossom off like one of her plushies. "Gwah!" Blossom tumbled to the side, sitting up after a moment and looking back at D.B., all sorts of confused. The mood took a complete 180 - the gentler, softer Death Bunny from before had completely vanished, and now the less sure, less confident one had returned, making Blossom feel a bit selfish for not winning and giving her some relief. She looked like she could use it.

"Hey..." Blossom reached over, shaking Death Bunny's shoulder as she huddled up. "Hey, it's okay - you were great, really. Even I didn't think you'd take me down so easily with that - you're awesome all over."

For someone who cherished her privacy as much as Bunny to put on such an intimate performance in front of the whole world was her own personal nightmare. All she wanted to do recoil into herself and crawl and die into the deepest, darkest-

-but a few kind words and a pat on the shoulder stopped that train of thought, making her remember that the world hadnâ€t ended, and that things were actually looking favorable. She found the courage to face her weakness, in terms of being humiliated things could have been much more embarrassing (brief flashbacks of Makiâ€s debut match would come to mind), she didnâ€t lose(which was always a bonus), and to be perfectly honest with herself, the exhilaration of the whole experience was….*NOPE!!!! Not finishing that thought!!!*

With a deep breath, D.B. released her rabbit ears from covering her eyes, a *Spring* sound effect overheard as they bounced back to their normal position upon her beautiful head of hair. Lifting herself to her feet, Bunny would stand tall before her petit opponent. “……You just never turn off, do you? Not even when you lose…..” With her perpetual glower returned to her, Bunny trudged back to her corner to collect her hat and trench coat, turning around and passing Blossom on her side without saying a word, stopping abruptly at the bottom of the ramp. She remembered the consequences of complimenting Blossom at the end of their last match, a clingy infatuation that may have been the cause of this entire night, and Bunny had no intention of giving Blossom the wrong message again….

“….You comin or what?” But she owed the little nymph, so just this ONE time she would offer to escort Blossom back to the locker room. Hopefully she wonâ€t blow this one act of kindness out of proportion…

If Blossom accepted the offer, as they walked up the ramp D.B. would have a strange request for Blossom. "Listen, do ya think we could do this thing at you're place instead? I know someone whose been wanting to meet you.....and she's already seen my place...."

Blossom's trademark cool-down pat seemed to do the job. Death Bunny's ears lifted up - how, Blossom had no idea; maybe she had little motors installed in them or something - and she took a deep breath to calm her nerves, seemed to relax, accept it. She had a lot to be proud of, and nothing for which to be ashamed.

Blossom watched her trudge away in her usual mood, looking on from her knees as the statuesque stunner made her way out of the ring, looking like she was about to walk off into the sunset...until she remember the stipulations!

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Blossom popped up and rolled out of the ring, quickly following after her. "Sure, sure, my place is fine; just need to clean up a little bit, that's all, won't take me long. And I can't wait to meet your friend!" Blossom couldn't even imagine what sort of person Death Bunny would hang out with - probably someone super-tough and mean, like a biker chick, or an MMA master, or someone cool like that.

"This'll be so fun - oooo, I'll rent some movies. Ever see Kung Fu Hustle?"

Winner - Death Bunny!

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