The fluorescent lights gave the blessed gift of sight.
Sweaty clothes gave the gift of a locker room.
And this nap gave the gift of well, being anywhere but a lockerromm. Far off, in a sex dungeon land of latex-wearing mic--
“AAGH!!”
Angelina woke, her hands jerking into the air. She lay a nice seven feet or so above ground, over the top of blue lockers on the west wall. Mere shrewd preparation. Who didn’t like a nap during big days? Few hours sleep would do so many fuckers well with how cranky they are. Angelina rubbed her purple eyes, then her scarlet hair, smooth as polish, tapped her horns then reached to her tummy, where a spooked rabbit stared curiously at the source of agonising noise.
“A-Ah. W-Whoops.”
Her gloved fingers pet the wee creature like he was thinner than glass. Though it sunk more when he calmed down, and the rabbit hopped from her bare belly to her chest and collar, “Oof--” and sat mostly on her collar, where her chin met and they can almost rub noses. “Ya smotherin’ me ya fluff-fuggle.”
But she looked to the ceiling. “How shall we approach this one, O’ great thistle-ye-of-the-great-wise-bros?”
“With ruttin, luckin’, and lotsa fuckin’ o’ Angie of the dim witts.” Said through a higher-pitched tone, with a small bit of rasp.
“Love it on the first, fuck you on the second, and sure on the third. Sexfight and all. But, we gotta have a bit more fun than that. Bitch is a ring rabbit, yo. If she ain’t wearin’ a bunny tail buttplug to a hentai match, then I want my money back.” Angelina said, “Aphrodisiacs would be great. But, last time it backfired.”
“Try again. But with somethin’ new.”
“Oh -- you don’t mean.”
“Yes, ya young geezer.”
Angelina cupped her rabbit and lifted so she could sit up, the pet kept face-to-face.
“Thistlebro! Ya erudite mothafuckin’ virgin cottontail.”
“Just give me earplugs. I don’t want to hear ya girly pig squeals.”
Angelina’s cheeks puffed out three sizes.
“Ya know what, Thistlebro? That ain’t nice. I let ya nap on my tum and now ya only got sass.” Angelina smiled, “Are ya hungry?”
“A little.”
“Lets get ya some food. Hold on close, keep ya ears and feet in my hands as we slip off.”
That they did, clapping the ground below with a bit of bend to her knees. She kept him guarded, and safe, then turned around, opened her locker and there was a spray-painted black knapsack that she strapped onto her back. Not before fetching Thistlebro’s emergency pellets from the front pouch, and putting it in her palm. The rabbit sniffed, then soon ate.
“There ya are. Now let's hop this joint.”
"Aye-Aye, Cap'n!"
Doorway already had her skateboard, propped up on its tail against the wall. Just a matter of using her feet, getting it off the wall, on all fours, then step on and cruise. Didn’t need to lean, just put her weight on, add a gentle push, and cruise. All about not spooking the wee thing.
“By the way, Thistlebro. About my girly pig squeals. Even though it hurt -- I’m sure this rabbit girl will reaffirm my self-esteem that ya so callously blew up. She looks pretty and she will be nice and only say nice things. Even if she bends me ovah. Nibble on that, cotton-cunt.” Angelina held back her smile from exploding. Four seconds is all she had. One look at Thistlebro, one look forward. Another lap of switching glances and she was laughing from her chest.
Shit heated up at Gorilla. The Marauder’s theme hit its drop. Aye, it WAS about time for these fuckers to wake up. “Anyone got arms bigger than pencils and doesn’t smell like stress?” Angelina looked around, popping up her board into her empty hand. Staff all looked at her, producers, backstage hands, and the likes. “No?” Her eyes rolled. Who wanted to help a chick who was always late anyway. “Well, Thistlebro, looks like ya got a front-row seat again.”
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a Best Two Out of Three Sexfight, with falls won only by orgasm. Introducing First, from across the pond, standing five-foot-three and one-hundred and nine pounds. The Marauder. Angelina Tarrraaaaaaannt!"
Out they went, cruising across that stage, slick and smooth on purring wheels. Just time for the first lyric. Twas’ the best moment if you ask her. She went down that ramp without much mind, sliding the bag off and throwing it so it slid underneath the ring, then carved around ringside, right to the commentary table where she stepped off and took her huddled bunny-shaped gold and let him hop onto the surface. “Please, just. Watch him. Don’t let him hop off. K?” They looked confused, but without a rejection, Angelina retreated and made a hand-heart at both, “Thanks. Ay, love ya, Thistlebro! Mwah!” After blowing that kiss, it was showtime. "Okayy, here I go."
Crowd loved to dance on what they felt tonight. She swore going up those steps, whichever side caught her backside was cheering while the rest looked like they saw the devil. Didn’t help that most of her ass was covered in just fishnets, nice, round and the cheeks bounced when she springboarded over the ropes, landing in the ring. She thumbed the crease of her thin latex bottoms, trying to make it cover more, going up on the hem where her thigh met her hip, then let it snap against her skin. She leaned to one leg, jutted out her hip, looked back over her slender shoulder, and popped a small coy grin, finger on her bottom lip and gifted sparkling doe eyes. She wanted to feel what it’s like ownin’ the camera and by god, someone just got the golden shot. Her heart was punching. It was hard to hide the red on her cheeks. And that sparkle? Her eyes were watering. Forehead got a small sweat. And what did she do in times like that? Pop a wink, stink out her tongue and throw her hands up to present herself. Double down -- then cross those lithe arms and give your patent double latex birds.
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