Coming Down

Part 1: Siblings


Chapter 1


"Ugh, why do I have to be here?" A young girl with bright lime green eyes complained. Her shoulder length raven hair swayed as she stomped into the elevator.

Another girl with bright blonde back length hair giggled next to the raven-haired.

"Well let's see, you promised, Blossom's not here, and you promised." The raven-haired teen scoffed.

The elevator door opened once the bell rung for level fifteen. The blonde bounced out with a defined spring in her step. The raven-head walked slowly out with a defined sulking look and with her arms crossed over her bosom.

The walls of the floor were a calming tan marble color as was the tiling on the floor. There were tall, green bamboo plants that stretched almost to the celling. They were around every corner and there were even more plants by the reception desk. Behind the sleek white desk was a towering fountain of the same color. The water flowed peacefully down the rocks on every shelf like ledge.

The blonde told the raven head to sit on one of the couches to wait for her to check them both in for their reservation. The raven head sat on a too soft couch and took a sports magazine from the table in front of her. She flipped through the pages glancing at all of the articles about her favorite sports teams. Once the blonde had them checked in, she went over to her sister and told her to follow. The raven head put down the magazine and followed her sister with a huff.

The two made their way into a changing room. There were white cotton robes stretched out on the wall of the large room. The blonde picked up two and stretched out her arm for her sister to take the robe. The raven head looked at it with displeasure.

"Bubbles, can't I just wear my regular clothes? I'm sure they won't mind. Plus, I don't want to have my boobs hanging out the whole time." Bubbles giggled.

"Buttercup, we are here to get a massage and to relax without our bras on. You kind of need to have your boobs out. And no, you need to change. That's part of the whole experience." Buttercup growled, wondering why she ever agreed to coming to the goddamn spa with her ever so girly sister. None of this was her thing.

"Fine, I'll put on the stupid robe." She snatched the robe out of her sisters' hand and headed to one of the changing booths to get ready.


Chapter 2


The rest of the afternoon went by smoothly. The two sisters got a massage and a many-pedi to match. Buttercup was reluctant to getting a massage at first, but once she saw the young woman who would perform it, she was all in. Bubbles giggled at her sisters' sudden infatuation. Sometimes she thought Buttercup was too bisexual for her own good. One day she likes guys, the next, she likes girls. It was an ongoing cycle. Like clockwork.

In the later part of the afternoon, they decided to have lunch at the spa. Bubbles, being a vegetarian, staked her small plate with fruits, cheese, and crackers. Buttercup decided on a small chicken salad sandwich. The sisters ate in peace on the balcony. They were on the top floor of the building so they could see the whole of Citiesville.

The teens reminisced on the time when they lived in the city. The Professor thought it would be a nice change for the girls. Naturally, it didn't work out so well with them being disgraced by the whole city, including the Mayor. Citiesville might not be all that good to look at (or live in) but it had the perfect reputation for spas in the state.

Once they were finished, they walked back inside. Bubbles had a reservation for the whole afternoon to do what ever they pleased. The blonde suggested they go find the private hot tubs everyone was going gaga for but Buttercup said she was still in the mood for food. Bubbles laughed at her sisters need to feed all three of her stomachs and decided to go find them herself. She said she would meet her back at the reception area when she was done. Buttercup agreed and waved her off.

When the baby blue eyed teen walked off, Buttercup smirked and rounded the corner that led to the massage area. She was determined to find that cute misuse before she left.


Chapter 3


The girls returned home at about five thirty. Bubbles went straight to the kitchen to begin fixing dinner. Buttercup went to her room to call that misuse.

Her room was painted with a light green color. Her bed was perched in the corner next to the window with green and black-checkered sheets draped over it. Her three pillows were scrunched up on the backboard of her bed. The floor was plagued with scattered clothes and shoes. The walls were littered with posters of her favorite bands and her favorite sports teams. There were several shelves hanging on the wall with her many trophies from school. She had two from Hockey, three from Basketball, one from Soccer, five from Football, and four from Rugby. She took pride in her athletic talents. She had to wear a special wristband the Professor made to limit the amount of Chemical X she was using when she played her sports. The coaches at Pokey Oaks High didn't believe in playing an unfair game.

She plopped down on her bed and called the misuses number. She found out her name was Roxie and that she was nineteen, two years older than Buttercup. They conversed about school, work, and just life in general. Buttercup found out that she was working at the spa for a summer job to earn some money. She would have to go back to college in the fall.

Buttercup ended the call when Bubbles called from the kitchen for dinner. Buttercup set her phone in her jeans pocked and walked down the balcony like hallway to the stairs. She trotted over to the kitchen table and sat in her usual seat. The Professor came out of his lab and joined her at the table. His lad coat was covered with multi colored goo and a soot like substance. His graying hair stuck out in odd positions making him resemble a Dragon Ball Z character.

Bubbles gasped at the sight of her father. Buttercup was trying her hardest not to burst out laughing.

"Um, Professor?" The blonde asked. The tall man smiled up at his daughter from his seat.

"Yes?" Buttercup began to snicker.

"Why do you look like you are about to kamehameha us, dad?" The raven-haired teen asked. The Professor had a confused look on his face. He looked from Bubbles to Buttercup.

"Does it look…bad?" Buttercup couldn't contain herself any longer and burst out laughing. She clenched her stomach with a broad smile. Bubbles rolled her eyes.

"I think you better go clean up before you eat, Professor. I mean, have you looked at yourself?" The Professor looked down at his ever-present lad coat and his large hands. He gasped at the sight then chuckled along with Buttercup. Once the laughter died down he looked back at Bubbles.

"Sorry hun," He apologized with a smile.

"I'll go clean up now. Don't start dinner without me!" He ran down the hall to the bathroom that was located next to the lab.

Buttercup pulled out her phone and texted away as Bubbles put the rest of the vegetarian sauce in the spaghetti. Suddenly there was a knock at the front door.

"Bubbles, there is someone at the door." Buttercup stated, still glued to her phone screen.

"Could you get it, please? I'm a little busy here." Buttercup let out a large groan.

"Why can't you get it? I'm trying to text Mitch!" Bubbles clenched the wooden spoon in her hand tighter.

"Buttercup, can you do it? It would make me so much happier if you did." Buttercup scoffed.

"Do it yourself, Bubb-"

"NOW, GODDAMNIT!" Bubbles screamed. She whipped around and flicked the spoon at her sending a clump of sauce coming Buttercup's way. The very hot sauce landed on the raven's cheek. It stung a bit but didn't bother the super teen's skin.

"Awe, come on Bubs!" She grabbed a napkin and wiped her cheek.

"Fine, fine, I'll go get the damned door." Bubbles fierce look turned into a cheerful one in a millisecond.

"Thank you!" She chimed. Buttercup stepped into the hallway and walked to the door.

"Crazy bitch." Bubbles giggled to herself. Having superhuman hearing came in handy.

Buttercup grabbed the doorknob and pulled open the bright red door. She was suddenly pulled in for a hug by a bright orange mass of long hair. She heard squealing as she felt her bones being crushed by the mass. Once she pulled back she saw a pair of very familiar cotton candy pink eyes.

"Blossom?"


End of Part 1…


Hello everyone! I am here with a proper PPG story. I really think this has potential to go somewhere. I asked myself what do I want in a PPG story. I said, good set up, good emotional development, nothing too rushed and good dialogue.

So, I am determined to make that happen with this story! I hope you all like this part. All of my parts will have 3 smaller chapters in them so the chapter count will spike up really fast.

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