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A Night with Ms.Bellum	By : Honey-on-toast Category: +M through R > PowerPuff Girls Views: 5464 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own The PowerPuff Girls show or it's characters. This work is purely fan work and no money is made from this at all.

Chapter List
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Part Six
POV Buttercup
I keep trying to tell myself that this is all some dream and someone, like HIM, is toying with me. Sarah fixes me up some cocoa, as my tears finally dry up and I sniffle, feeling like I've unburdened a mountain from an imaginary, ludicrous sized backpack (I would know how much a mountain would weigh too).
“How are you doing, sweetie?” she asks, sitting with me. My brain is a jumble of questions and thoughts and I take the mug.
“I'm... good” I assure, smiling now. “Thanks”
My heart is racing. Despite only having just received the hot drink, I readily gulp some of it down. What's there left to do or say? I guess I'll just finish this up and leave.
“I'll be taking the day off tomorrow, so, after the both of us have got some well deserved rest, we should talk more about what we're going to do”
I nod. It's truly the oddest thing in the world to finally feel so comfortable being with her, so natural, especially after what we just did.
“Well, I have school tomorrow, so I'll find a way to come up with an excuse to come see you. Although, I can't imagine it'll be too easy, seeing as I'll probably be sleeping through half of it it and my sisters will wanna know where I've been all night”
She smiles, holding a hand up to cover her amused smile. I hear nothing, but the shuffling and jerk of her shoulders suggests she's suppressing a small chuckle. “Bless your socks. So, what did you tell them earlier?”
“Nothing” I admit. “I kinda panicked and said 'None of your beeswax', so tomorrow I'll have to come up with something to put their minds at rest and stop hassling me”
“We'll work something out together. I already have some small idea up my sleeve”
I grin, looking up at her “Yeah?”
“Yeah. But, I'll let you know more tomorrow. Excuse me for just a sec” she said with a hush, picking herself up and walking to the bathroom to freshen up one last time.
As she closes the door, I think to finally cloth myself and blush for the fact it had taken me so long to consider... letting her drink in the details of my nudity as we talked. As I jump off the bed and go to put on my panties, which were just rudely cast aside and so far earlier, I notice a small twinkle of light coming from her closet.
Curse me and my damn curiosity. I'm instantly intrigued and can make out a small chest with a loose padlock. Determining the time remaining till she got back, I zip over and open up the lid.
The smell of leather smacks me hard and I smile a tad, shifting through the collection of intimate items my love has collected. I suppose that seeing the 'front' the woman puts up, its no wonder she would have a secret or two of her own. Flavoured lubricants and the dildo is one thing, but on the surface of the organised heap, I was met with stylish, suede flogs, handcuffs, blindfolds, nipple clamps, paddles, restraining tapes and ropes... It was a handsome little assorted treasure she had kept away. Buried at the bottom was a small pile of magazines too, with a kinda vintage appeal. The women in it have a bit more of an aesthetic that appeals to me more than things I've seen online and in recent magazines I've sneaked peeks at in the grocery stores. Things look a bit more intimate, the woman aren't starved and I feel the fierce throb of excitement occur in my regions again.
Finishing up, I put everything back and close the lid, only to turn and see that she's already squatted down and watching me with piqued interest, sending me flying back into the chest with fright. How had I not heard her?
“I should've expected as much from a naughty kid such as yourself” she says with a fake huff, her lips twisting with a mocking disappointment. As I sense she's just playing with me, I'm relieved, but still feel inclined to apologise for rooting through her stuff. However, she stops me. “I don't wanna keep any secrets from you, Baby Girl, so go ahead. I've got nothing to be remotely ashamed of in here and since you and I have pretty much established the desire for taking things further, I think it only fair that you understand my tastes a little better”.
With the way she's squatting down, I'm presented a generous view of her cleavage, barely being sealed with that fluffy gown that's falling more and more loose every moment. I scratch the back of my head and think since I've uncovered this about her, I figure I'll share my own desires and secrets. It's only fair, right?
“Um... well. Since, we're coming clean here... I guess I'll share some of the things I like... so, I'll let you pry me for questions and go from there”
It's reasonable enough and she raises a brow with surprise and nods, smiling warmly. “Very well”. Ahn... that voice. She moves to sit cross legged to be more comfortable. “Have you ever touched yourself?”
“Y-yeah... I kinda do it a lot. Mitch got access to his older brothers 'stash' and brought a magazine to school once and showed a handful of the boys and I behind the dumpsters. Since then, I kinda started looking online for that stuff”
It's humiliating and I feel my face burn up, but I feel happy I can share such personal and secret things with someone.
“Boys will be boys I guess” she mused with a shrug. “And... how often do you play with yourself?”
“Um... every so often. I try not to too much, in case there's the risk of me getting caught”
“And what if you did?”
“Huh?”
“Does it excite you? The idea someone could walk in unannounced?”
She begins to fiddle with the strap of my dress distractedly, interested in my confession and I find myself beckoned more and more by the huge breasts hanging just in my line of sight, as the gown finally falls open.
“I g-guess. Of course, I'd never want or intend for that to really happen” I blabber, still staring at her enormous tits. I feel my mouth go dry and, on cue, the woman brings a finger under my chin and closes my chops. I hadn't even realised by jaw had dropped and I cover my face from the humiliation.
“Of course you wouldn't” she responds, smiling sweetly at me. “It's a fantasy. But, see, if you like the idea of us doing these things again, maybe we can bring some of those fantasies of yours to life”
The suggestion lets me unmask myself from my sealing stumps I've used to hide myself and I gaze up at her in wonder. “Maybe... even your own?” I whisper with a small, cheeky smile.
She blushes, looking to the box and clearing her throat, flicking her hair back, which had been slowly persisting to leech over her vision since she had sat down. “Only if you're comfortable with it. I'd never make you do anything you didn't want to. Some people's fantasies can be a little scary or repulsive to some. It's something you'll understand better when you get older”
“I can't imagine you wanting to do something that could make me afraid” I grin, folding my arms with a new found confidence.
“I'll hold you to that thought” she said lowly, with an amused smile, before leaning to kiss me softly. My face burns brightly, feeling her large lips press to mine. I take her face into my paws, keeping her close and I shudder with delight as our mouths move intimately together. My heart leaps into my throat as I feel her tongue slip out and I do the same, rubbing them together, stroking one anothers, as we exchange quiet moans. It feels so strange, but good.
When she pulls away, I feel a little vacant and I stare up at her through half-lidded eyes in a dreamy state.
“Bedtime” she whispers, watching my face contort as I attempt to suppress a yawn.
“Yes, maam” I mutter obediently, now officially too sleepy, and raise a brow in question as the sweet, tender expression of this sublime beauty switches to that of intense need for distraction, averting her eyes and blushing furiously.
She wavers her hand, flicking it in a gesture, for me to depart. “Go on, dear”
The desperate need for my bed saps me of energy and my limbs practically dangle limply, as I ascend into the air and hover, heading for the front door.
As I begin my flight home, appreciating the cool night air that wakes me up a tad, I can feel her temporary gaze, from her bedroom window, seeing me off, before she surrenders unto the beckon of slumber and seals the curtains.
The End
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