Moving On Up

Blossom never truly understood why some people were so weirded out by her foot fetish. It made sense to her - the foot was such a natural pleasure center. So many nerves down there, so soft, and it felt so good when a pair of hands rubbed it just the right way. What wasn’t to like about all that?

Okay, yes, they could be smelly, but if you washed them vigorously…

It was just an idle thought Blossom had, as Death Bunny continued to take advantage of her paraphilia, purring against her foot and sending her into shivers. What was more, her hand was going lower, teasing, heading towards an area that suggested things were about to get more intimate than she expected…

...and then she moved into a pin.

”Gah!” Blossom squawked and just managed to get her shoulders up at the last second, saving herself from the pinfall. But that wasn’t all she did - she also tried to wrap her legs around Death Bunny’s head, hoping to catch her lover with a tight headscissors and turn the tables.

D.B. hoped there were no hard feelings once all was said and done. Her footsie fakeout may have been a tad duplicitous, but there was a reason she specifically uttered the stipulation, however way you can get it. There was also a bit of in-ring coaching to be had here. Blossom's fixation was something that could be easily exploited by someone with much less moral scruples than her, and D.B. hoped this was a lesson she learned when in the confines of her bedroom, not in the middle of a title match or the third round of a tournament.

A part of her was even starting to worked up with a blush herself from having Blossom's foot up mushed against her face...but they were thoughts and feelings interrupted from having her pin attempt countered and turned on their head. More specifically, a headscissors. One that D.B. was ensnared in before flopping over to her sides. A raspy grunt from between her lover's thighs along with a roaming hand patting Blossom's legs and butt probably weren't the the best ways to react to it, but it was about the sum of what D.B. could muster.

”Ha!” Bubbles exclaimed as Death Bunny went down. ”Gotcha!”

‘Gotcha’, indeed. Bubbles wasn’t known for her devastating headscissor, not like so many of the new girls coming in these days, but that hardly meant she wasn’t capable of pulling off a good one. She had the power in her legs for it, honed from hours and hours of training each week, and she was more than capable of putting that power to good use. Even if it meant snaring her lover.

Wanting to make sure the hold was secure, she converted her legs into a figure-four and started to pour on the pressure, grinding away. She also might’ve been pressing her sex against Death Bunny’s face. Just a little. Completely on accident.

"In case you still feel inclinded, you can probably rub my foot from that position, too. Get a good feel for it." She stuck out her tongue Death Bunny's way, reveling in the moment.

No small degree of power could have made D.B. that sedated that fast, and one clamping ensnarement was all it took to put D.B. on her side and on the defensive. Although she had every reason to be irate and bemoan her rotten luck and decision making, a part of her knew she probably had this coming for her earlier bit of deceit and trickery. A bit of bedroom comeuppance that she deserved, and was becoming suddenly more constricting once the headscissors became one of the figure four variety.

"Ha, Ha..." D.B.'s sarcastic Ha Ha being uttered in response to Blossom's footsie teasing, but her words probably wouldn't carry that far considering they were muffled by the gentle warmth of Blossom's crotch. D.B. scrunched her blushed face and shuffled her legs a bit, but concentrating on a way to escape wasn't the easiest thing to do thanks to the fleshy squeeze on her cranium, the sweaty musk from within...or how D.B. was starting to get aroused from it all, a stifled but sultry moan into Blossom’s sex indicating as much.

What was the great thing about this figure-four headlock? It wasn’t how powerful the move was in the proper hands. It wasn’t how it did a good job of shutting down her bigger opponent and nullifying the size problem. It wasn’t even how much she loved the feel of Death Bunny’s face against her groin.

No, she loved it most of all, because it put Death Bunny’s ears in a perfect spot for caressing.

She gave them a little petting touch, rubbing the soft fur, loving the feel through her fingers. She could relax like this - still putting real power into the hold, but letting the rest of her body rest. It was the perfect spot for taunting, too, which she was getting much better at under Death Bunny’s tutelage.

”Enjoying it down there?” She giggled, as the moan vibrated through her nether regions and sent a shiver up her spine. ”You know, if I beat you like this, I’m never letting you live it down.”

Blossom should perhaps be thanking her lucky stars that she wasn't just some random opponent who had gotten the better of D.B. It was highly unlikely that D.B. would be reacting this complacently to any of this if Blossom weren't her steady lover at this point...at least D.B. would like to think she wouldn't be this easily tamed from something this innocuous when compared to her usual hardcore fare.

The gentle caressing to her fuzzy earlobes wouldn't go without a mild twitch to them and a sultry purr once again being muffled betwixt Blossom''s strengthened thighs. The prospect of just mellowing out and enjoying her time here not lasting long once Blossom mentioned not letting her live this down. Which was the last thing she wanted having over her as this relationship moved forward.

D.B. summoned some of her reserve strength to shuffle upward and to her side so Blossom's back was on the bed once more. Rather than go for something overtly, painful which would be the norm for her, D.B. would merely stand upright and as a result drag Blossom along as well. Her flowery lover now dangling loosely off of the bed and upside down with D.B. clamping a firm waistlock to keep her steady. A few jostles and swaying on D'B.'s part helped ensure that this would be as dizzying as possible for the dangling flower child.

Honestly, Blossom wasn’t sure where she was going with this. She was most certainly not going to knock her lover out on the bed and leave her senseless. She probably had the power to pull that off, sure, but she didn’t want to leave her unconscious for an undetermined amount of time. It might ruin the fun, break up the pace, and she wasn’t having that.

No, she was content to enjoy this moment, gently caressing her lover’s ear, reveling in the soft sounds she could get her to make. She was supposed to be the adorable one in this relationship, but it was amazing how cute Death Bunny could be without even trying. Laying there. Pulling her up. Holding her at the waist…

Uh-oh.

”Um.” Blossom started to wriggle about, squirming in Death Bunny’s hold, as the huntress suddenly became the hunted. ”Um!”

She was upside down now, held aloft in Death Bunny’s grasp, and put into a very familiar and distressing position. She fought hard, her butt wiggling about in front of her girlfriend’s face, but there wasn’t too much she could like this, except wait for whatever was about to come her way.

It may have escaped Blossom's mind, which was understandable considering that at the time they were in the middle of an intense, sweaty, and scintillating sparring match, but D.B. did allude to how being worked over in Blossom's submissions and slams turned her on like no-one's business. The genesis of this particular kink perhaps being that having someone that adorable, but still have the strength to overwhelm and damn near lay her out on her bunny backside...did check a lot boxes in terms of what gets her excited. Both in terms of attraction, and a thrilling sense of competition.

Well...regardless, D.B. was still able to muster the willpower to not go with the comforting flow and rise above it. And bring Blossom along for the rising ride as she began to dangle the flower child upside down for some discombobulating upside down swaying. The loosening up of Blossom's thighs was both a relief and regret considering she wasn't necessarily hating the snug warmth and coddling treatment, but she knew she had to move on before Blossom succumbed herself to a blissful unconscious state.

With a heaving grunt and considerable effort, D.B. would hoist Blossom onto her shoulders and once more reacquaint her crotch with D.B.'s flustered face. A groping handful of her butt would keep her centered, but a sudden drop downward would lead to a bouncing and disorienting power bomb atop the fluffy mattress.

”Uuuuuuuuuh-”

Blossom was a tad confused, here. She was hanging upside down, and for a second, she thought that Death Bunny was going to go for a piledriver. A moment that she couldn’t guess on when it came to the bed, having no way to know her neck would be after the impact. Quite frankly, she didn’t much want to know.

And she wouldn’t be finding out tonight, thankfully, because that wasn't what Death Bunny had in mind. Instead, she lifted Blossom up with her staggering power, holding her aloft in the telltale powerbomb position - though with a bit more butt-groping than such a move typically required. ”Whoawhoawhoa-”

Down Blossom came, slamming hard into the mattress. It didn’t hurt all that much - again, mattress - it was a swift shock, one that left her flat on her back, dizzy and dazed as she stared up at the ceiling. She would need a few seconds to get her bearings from that, and she had a feeling that Death Bunny was wise enough to make sure that did not happen.

Fighting her natural wrestling instincts was no more difficult to do here than if this was all a legit match. Pile-driving her flowery lover was the first thing that came to mind out of a myriad of other concussive finishers. But taking into account that this was indeed all mainly for fun and kinky games, and that the downstairs neighbor was probably already tolerating a fair share of noisy racket...D.B. opted to go for a considerably more harmless ending that continued to test the sturdiness of their Queenly mattress.

A cushioned powerbomb still left Blossom bounced senseless as she stared blankly upward with D.B. huffing out in exhaustion. A deadlift powerbomb would take the wind out of any body, but it did thankfully give D.B. the chance to get more comfortable. Namely by sliding off her hot pants jeans and kicking them off to the side. Her purple undergarments with black lace clinging snugly to the natural curvature of her ample rump as D.B. strode over to the front of the bed before seating herself dominantly atop Blossom's abdomen.

"Normally that'd be the part where I win the match, if this were a legit tussle. You better not have lost your edge since we last sparred..." D.B. coyly teased with a grim smirk while looking down at her lover turned seat cushion...