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Ladies of Townsville	By : Honey-on-toast Category: +M through R > PowerPuff Girls Views: 6125 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Once again, the day had been saved, thanks to the Powerpuff Girls. The protagonists had been called to the office for a personal show of thanks. The mayor, having been struck with shock, after the devistation of his ruined petunias, was taken home early, leaving his assistant, Miss Bellum, to close up the office after hours. The creature was a relentless being that stomped and crushed all in sight, like a deranged mesh between a hippo, rhino and elephant. Just a large mound, eager to stamp it's hooves into the concrete or flatten any architecture by rolling. In any case, the beast had been laid waste and the residence were still LITERALLY picking up the pieces in the far reaches of the city.
Arriving in the office, the girls smiled sweetly up at the voluptuous woman, whose voice was delivered from her ruby lips like fine silk. It caressed the ears.
"I'm sorry the Mayor couldn't be here to personally thank you, but I just wanted you to know how much we appreicate your fine work helping to preserve our precious community"
"Not a problem, Miss Bellum" shrugged Blossom. "It's in our best interest to keep the citizens and Townsville as safe as can be"
Bubbles joined in "We know you're always greatful, but it's our job"
"And a hobby. Nothing beats smacking around some dumb monsters to show who's boss" cackled Buttercup, bashing her knuckles together.
The woman rose a brow, tucking some of her luxurious curls of red behind her ear as a minor distraction.
"Well" Blossom began, making her way for the door "We'll see you guys again some time soon"
"Aaah, before you go, I'd appreciate if Buttercup could stay here for just a moment longer" the lady objected, trying not to to sound too urgent.
Blinking, the girl's look to each other and shrugged.
"A little one on one. I'm sure you'll understand" she explained, a hand resting on her hips, exemplifying her luscious curves further.
"Sure" confirmed the tomboy, nodding to her sisters and she closed the door, letting her siblings take off for home.
She turned, still standing at the door way and looked over to the older woman, who sat up upon the desk, leg folded over the other, showing even more of her beautiful curves. The moonlight faintly lit the room, gleaming over the woman's form with a white filter, like a classic noir film. The tomboy gulped, a light blush colouring her cheeks at the stance of the Mayor's assistant.
"Buttercup, come here" she beckoned lightly, curling her finger in toward herself, as if calling a cat.
The young girl ascended into the air and drifted slowly across the room. She was unsure about why she was feeling some sort of tension. She was nervous. Was she about to be scolded?
"Sit here with me, dear" instructed the crimson clothed lady, her delicate hands patting the polished desk, brushing aside some papers. The powerpuff did as she was told and looked up to the woman with wide, curious eyes.
"Miss Bellum?"
"Buttercup, I notice how your... ambitions and priorities seem a little detached from the rest of your sisters"
"Is that a problem?"
"No, of course all you girls are going to be viewing your situation in a whole other way. You may not feel the same at all given your cirumstances. However, you seem very fixated on the violent aspect and was wondering... if there's perhaps an explainable reason for such focus"
The young girl listened and thought hard. She felt different about Miss Bellum. She was an authority figure much more admirable and respectable than the Mayor, which was why she felt more trusting towards her maybe.
"I guess it's because in those times I feel in control" she admitted, her voice soft, as if terrified of breaking the atmosphere emphasized by the fallen night, the silence and their current voices being just above a whisper. It was confidental, intimate, safe and the raven haired gal hummed in delight, purring almost as the woman went to stroke her head, lightly touching upon the rim of her little ears.
"Do you not normally feel in control?"
The puff shook her head and was taken by surprise as she was scooped up by the tall woman and held close to her. Her tiny form pressed to the lady's chest and a strange warmth engulfed them. The girl could hear Miss Bellum's heartbeat and went to press the side of her head intently against her chest. The woman took a deep breath, her shining red nails tracing, like a comb, through the 'toughest fighter's hair.
"Sometimes, I just don't feel special. I want to. I wanna stand out, but it feels like I have to put in so much more effort than what's really necessary. Bubbles and Blossom are just born with their gifts and it's just not fair"
"It's life. Some people just find their calling a little later than others. It's not always a bad thing" assured the woman, cuddling the girl, like a pet bunny. There was something tantalizing about the way the girl looked up at her. It was of total enamour, but appeared somewhat pained, repressed. "Everything will be alright, Buttercup"
The tomboy was completely taken by these loving actions and found herself feeling so content in her arms. Slowly, she gave a sincere smile and her heart pounded, seeing the shimmering, ruby red lips curl and smile back at her. Raising her arms up, she cradled the dear girl, her cute, coal-black hair ruffling slightly and those big eyes continueing to look back at her with so much love.
Neither of them could comprehend it. There was this spark. The woman lowered her head and pressed her lush, full lips to the tomboy's forehead, but was stunned to find her manoeuvre her head and tilt it to capture her lips. The shapely woman withdrew instantly with a sharp gasp, shocked. Clearing her throat, sweeping back some odd strands of hair, she adjusted herself, thinking it was some misunderstanding. Buttercup flew up in front of her, her eyes shimmering, glistening in the moonlight.
"I...I...I'm sorry... I didn't mean it. I..." she stuttered, but was silenced as a finger was placed on her lips and the woman leaned forward, giving the girl a decent chance to glimpse at cleavage.
Her large breasts, being barely a discreet feature, caused the tomboy's cheeks to cook and the woman softly claimed the girl's face in her palms and brought her in for another kiss. This time it lingered on a bit longer, and the lady smirked in amusement, seeing the tomboy's face contort into a mix of bewilderment and arousal.
"It's alright" she whispered. "Go make yourself comfortable on the sofa and I'll be with you in just a moment"
With that, she rose from the desk and made her way to a hidden drawer, making sure the puff wouldn't hear or see and proceeded to open a glass container of the Mayor's favourite port. This was wrong. She knew it was, but she wanted to attend to her muse in the best way she could. Poor little Buttercup would've felt so lonely, trying to find herself, trying to stand out, looking for somewhere to vent her frustration. Bellum confirmed, as she took a good gulp from a small glass, that that would be her utmost priority tonight
END OF PART ONE
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