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Babs gave a dismal sigh and shifted her position on her bed; twisting to displace her weight on her left side instead of her right with a gentle groan; there were only so many ways one could lay on their tummy and be comfortable and she'd exhausted all of them. It was her fault, really- blowing up half the science wing of the looniversity had it's disadvantages and it's consequences: She'd been spanked and spanked extremely well. Sure she'd been popped on her backside once in a great while by her mother when she'd been far out of line, but she'd never approached the full brazen intensity that Bugs had reign down across her sit-upon. She shuddered quietly, the scene replaying over and over again in her head like a DVD on repeat and she squeezed her eyes shut, unable to pry the footage from behind her eyelids.

She shifted her hips again, jostling the bag of ice she'd settled across the blazing globes of her panty clad bottom, forcing a shudder to trickle through her frame like the cool condensation that ran precariously along the deep valley of her soft round rump. Every now and then she whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut at the soothing, yet agonizing cold that raced through her body and her fingers found a desperate solace in the blankets wrapped around her on the bed- Principal Bugs had paddled her damn well.

Her ears flicked quietly, fluttering at the soft rap of knuckles across her door. Haphazardly, she tugged a few blankets across herself, and flicked the t.v. on the shelf off. She'd not been watching it anyway, or even hearing the background noise she'd wanted it for. Her mind was lost to agony, depression, guilt and strife over the events of the day. She'd been grounded for two months and having her parents wander in for another lecture was the last thing she wanted.

"Come in." She muttered into the blankets around her face, ears wilted against her skull while she waited for another hammer of parental discipline to crush her further into the ground. It's not like she didn't feel about enough about the school already, but apparently, her parents didn't share her mentality on the subject if they returned for another round of speeches on self control and 'you got what you deserved'

"Babsy?" A new voice. A different voice. A familiar voice. The placement of the blankets were suddenly much, much more important. The bunny twisted in her bed, eyes widening at the blue furred, wide eyed rabbit standing at the door. He was peeking in quietly, demurely, as if the forbidden territory of a female's room still held the threat of cooties at his age. Babs stared for a moment, her voice lost to puzzlement and confusion. She was grounded- what was Buster doing here? Her other half, and co-host of Tiny Toon adventures slowly slipped into her room, closing the door with a sheepish, nervous look etched across his features, and held up a few sheets of paper.

"Um...Extra homework...Y, your mom said I could visit for a bit, since I won't be seeing you for a while." He explained quietly, while the pink bunny nodded her head in response. Buster wandered over, moving to sit as far away from her on the bed as possible, as if he were worried she'd strike like a cobra for being in her personal space. She smiled a forced, broken smile, and grasped the sheets of paper he held out for her in her fingers.

"Thanks. "She croaked quietly. He nodded his head, resting his paws in his lap, looking down at his feet.

"Tiny toons won't be the same with outcha." He muttered softly. She forced another smile, nodding her head.

"Oh whatever, you'll get by without me just fine. After all, you've got Plucky for a little bit. You can drop anvils on him everyday, trust me, it doesn't get old." She chuckled.

"YES IT DOES!" A voice quacked from somewhere outside. Babs perked her ears in curiosity and frowned, shaking her head.

"So uh...I hear Principal Bugs really gave it to you pretty good...huh?" The boy asked sheepishly. Babs gave a hot snort and rolled her eyes, tossing her ears back as if the Buster had said the dumbest thing in the world.

"He -tried- I don't think he had any idea how tough I am!" She laughed brazenly and shot Buster a smug look, who smiled back nervously in turn.

"Yeah, I just didn't think it was allowed." He sputtered. She looked at him for a moment, puzzled by the cryptic statement, and the blue bunny continued with a nervous smile.

"To...uh...spank a girl...I mean." He laughed nervously, awkwardly. Babs smiled again and wiggled her hips under the blankets, shuddering at the shocking burst of cold that trickled from the bag of water that was caressing her behind.

"You'd better believe it bucko, or is that some sexist remark that makes you think I'm weaker sex, huh?! My hinny is hot like a heater!" She snapped, forcing Buster's ears to lower nervously. He quickly nodded his head, but held his tongue, remaining silent while Babs gave a quiet snort.

"W, what, you don't believe me? Have a look for yourse-" She paused, her cheeks turning a shade of crimson that near matched her bottom and she bit her lower lip, caught up in the middle of her protest, she'd not realized what she said until it was to late. Buster's cheeks turned rose and he held up both his paws shyly, shaking his head so quickly his ears bounced back and forth.

"N, no that's...that's ok, I...shouldn't. "He gulped, and Babs shyly nodded her head, feeling easily just as sheepish as the other bunny, who sat nervously on the bed with his paws clamped together.

"...I mean...we've been friends since we were babies....It's not like I haven't seen it before..." He laughed shyly, while Babs' cheeks turned a darker shade of pink. She laughed again, silently, nervously and shifted her hips, wincing quietly. Buster frowned staring at her for nearly a minute while an dreadful, awkward silence weaved into the room.

"It's...really hurting you, isn't it? "He sputtered while Babs gave another of her famous, indignant snorts.

"I SAID I'm fine, Buster. What do you take me for?!" She snapped, and the blue rabbit once again held up both his paws to sooth the offense.

"I...I just meant...you know, I guess...I could rub some lotion on it...or something...if you want. " He mumbled quietly, chewing his words while Babs stared, stunned at the quiet but bold approach from the other bunny. He looked away sheepishly, shuddering- twitching and trembling, waiting for her response. He was serious...he was absolutely serious.

"...I...I guess that'd be ok." The pink bunny stammered quietly. She turned away before he could look at her, blushing brightly, and shifting on her tummy to stare at the blank, adjacent wall of her room. She had high expected Buster to chicken out- to turn around, stammer something about a carrot cake in the oven and nervously wander from the room in daze- but to her amazement, shock, joy and horror, he grasped the covers that kept her rump modest and tugged them away- revealing the ice cold bag of water that had slide off her butt and bounced to the bed below. Trembling silently, Babs bit her lower lip feeling a hot swell of emotion rolling across her cheeks as the blue bunny boy, her secret crush and co host, staring directly at the taut, perk cheeks of her panties. They sat there for a few moments, Buster staring, unsure what to do, and Babs squirming in raising embarrassment. Soon enough, however, she found herself nodding quietly, silently, slowly hoping Buster noticed- that he got the message, that he saw her secret permission to continue.

He gripped the waistband of her panties and she froze. He wasn't going to- was he really going to? There was no way he was going to...She lifted her hips, and he tugged them down- hard and quickly in one fell swoop as if he had to work up the courage to commit to such an act. Like tugging off a bandaid.

Babs blushed furiously. The twin cheeks of perfectly rounded, pert bunny bottom bounced in the air in front of him, bare with a hint of jiggle from the speed of her panties being tugged down so ravenously. From the top of her crack, leading all the way down to the rounded curves that graced her thighs, her rump was splotched a deep, violent crimson, complete with a few still fading hand prints from the gloves that crashed into her; the markings of a well used riding crop, the dark prints of a wooden paddle, and three burning red stripes from a freshly applied cane. It was one well beaten bunny bottom that Buster couldn't look away from. And look he did- the rabbit stared, quietly, eyes wide and eager, curious and shy to peer across the private, southern swells Babs embarrassingly presented to him.

The pink bunny covered her face with both paws, whimpering soundlessly in her throat. She couldn't believe she gave permission for this to take place- for her to allow Buster to peek at her plump little tush or the secret junction that nestled between her thighs. She squeezed them together, hoping Buster hadn't gotten a glimpse of her personal flower and tried to draw a quiet breath to compose herself. It didn't work. A moment passed, and then another, and then Babs squealed- the cold sensation of the lotion Busters suggested splattered directly atop the apex of her cleft and began to trickle slowly down the cheeks.

Buster began slow, rolling his fingers as softly as he could across the taut cheeks; the rabbits bottom still hot to the touch, despite the ice that'd been sitting on it, on and off again for the better half of the hour. His fingers squeeze softly, and rolled with the greatest of ease, quietly massaging the pink glowing buns with a compassion Babs had never felt before.

Buster bunny- her crush, was staring at her bare bottom. No lewd remarks, no childish jeers- just his fingers touching her. Massaging her. Squeezing at places he wasn't allowed and certainly seeing secrets he never should have. She knew he was looking. As much of a gentleman as Buster was, she could feel her cheeks parting, due to him trying or by accident, and the little pink bunny burrow was given a cool burst of air.

Even worst, nestled between her thighs was the glisten pussy that was slowly, but surely getting damp. Very damp, and the poor pink rabbit bit her lower lip in humiliation at the concept of Buster staring at her there too. His fingers were so gentle- so soothing and calming and never once did they stray. They rolled across her buns with a luxurious squeeze here and there, but never dipped to far into the dark divide and never further between her thighs like she wanted him to go...like she needed him to go...

"Babsy...I gotta run..."Buster was saying. The massage had stopped moments before she'd realized it and Babs quickly pulled the covers up and over her body. Her scent was radiant in the air and they both knew it. She was an incredibly horny bunny.

"Oh...Uh...y, yeah....thanks for the homework...and...uh..."She paused, searching for something to say- anything. Buster simply nodded. Babs' mother was going to be curious about what was taking so long for a simply homework drop off. Buster flashed a sad smile.

"H, hey, no problem. "He said sheepishly and quickly hopped out of the room pausing at the door thoughtfully. "If...if you want, I could sneak back over and finish the job." He muttered cryptically, before hopping out of her room. It left Babs puzzled, whimpering quietly and wondering what he meant, all the rolling over on her side and sliding her paws between her legs. She couldn't help herself.