Spring Forward

Blossom kind of expected Minerva to respond like she did, but that didn't make her cackling, evil witch laugh any less irritating. This was the sort of thing that grown old with her back when she wrestled full-time. Being underestimated, cowed down. Minerva confidence just drove her even harder - if she wasn't already sold, that laugh would've certainly sealed the deal.

She grunted as Minerva's steely thighs started clamping around her skull, locking her head in place and forcing her to stare up at her tormentress. She put one more try into bucking, and then she simply gave up on the idea.

”If I win…” Blossom paused, having not really thought that far ahead. She certainly didn't want a servant. Frankly, Minerva struck her as someone who wouldn't be that good at it. A little too snooty.

It took a moment, but she managed to think of something soon enough, just before the silence became awkward.

”You have to give me a free pedicures for a year.” She paused, then added on. ”And Death Bunny, too.”

It was the best thing she could think up on short notice.

Minerva cocked an eyebrow at Blossom when she put forth the futile effort to buck her off again, as if to just say “Really?” But evidently, the trapped woman quickly came back to grips with the cruel reality that she wasn’t going anywhere until Minerva said otherwise.

But then Blossom made her stipulation, and Minerva...wasn’t at all sure how to react. She started to laugh, but pursed her lips to hold it in. The raven haired Dane loved having people tend to her own feet. But never had she done it for anyone, nor did she plan on doing it at any point in her lifetime either. And why did she include Death Bunny? Did the two have some sort of connection or did Blossom just think it’d be amusing to see? Maybe both?

Not that it mattered. It wasn’t like there was a snowball’s chance in hell of it coming to pass. Might as well let the girl have something to dream about.

“You have quite an imagination, little one. Fine then, I accept your condition. But I recommend you don’t get your hopes up. You’ll only set yourself up for disappointment. Now then.....”

This was the part where Minerva would let Blossom up, then go on her way, and the two could start preparing for their match... Or, at least, she was willing to bet that’s what Blossom was expecting. So she’d probably be quite dismayed when Minerva instead scooted back forward to sit down right on the girl’s face once again. The difference this time around was she had no intention of forcing Blossom to submit to some demand of hers. No, this time Minerva was just going to sit there and smother the girl until she was knocked out cold, however long it took.

Minerva scoffed at the notion - after what seemed like a curious moment, at least. She didn’t seem to think it was a serious proposition, that she wouldn’t have to be touching Blossom’s toes.

Well, she was welcome to think that. Let her be confident and secure. Blossom would be glad to set her straight.

Though she hadn’t set anyone straight ever before, not like that. First time for everything. Law of averages.

”Okay, fine, just-”

Blossom had been all ready to get up and stretch and not have a bigger, angrier, Danish woman sitting on her chest, but Minvera scooted up and made sure that wasn’t happening. Once again, the woman’s all-enveloping flesh took over her entire world, but unlike last time, there was no end to it.

Blossom squirmed, she writhed, she kicked, she bucked, she screamed, she moaned, she did eveyrthing she could think to do...but none of it worked. There was no unseating her, no getting out of this, no escape…

Blossom’s struggles wound down. A little weaker. A little slower. Until, eventually, like a candle melting into a pool of wax, she just flickered out.