Author's Note: Rated M for suggestive themes. Not suitable for some audiences.

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Chattering, and birds chirping, followed by the addition of a waterfall; he could hear it as clear as day in the darkness of his shut eyes. Where was he? This didn't sound like his apartment? Was Blossom in the kitchen cooking? No, he couldn't smell anything.

He forced his eyes open, bombarded by the sight of a crystal blue sky, and brilliant green trees scattered generously around him. "What the fuck?" he thought aloud, "Where the hell am I?"

"Bricky-boy," Butch said, startling the Ruff. "I need your help."

With enough speed to get whiplash, Brick whirled around and nearly stumbled back at the sight of his middle brother standing behind him, wearing what even God Himself would find absolutely insane. "Holy shit! Butch, what the fuck are you wearing?"

Butch's eyes shot down to the ensemble he wore, a giant blow up yellow egg costume, with blue and pink stripes going zigzag around it. His hair was faintly visible through the head hole his face was in. Despite the ridiculous getup, Butch hardly seemed phased in the least. "What?"

The entire scene before him left Brick with a searing headache, and he had to force his gaze away from his brother . . . only to be startled by his brother's girlfriend. "Buttercup?"

In comparison to her boyfriend, Buttercup's ensemble was a little more normal . . . if skimpy versions of baby chicks were considered normal by any standard. Unlike his brother's will power, Brick was very successful at refraining from checking out his sibling's girlfriends. Well, normally that would be true. As Buttercup put her hands to her waist, hip jutting out to the side in a rather typical stance for that of an irritated woman, he couldn't help letting his eyes wander from the black pumps, up the white fishnet stockings, across the yellow multilayered yellow lace miniskirt (that was cut even too short to be Playboy friendly) and even further up. Her hips looked touchable in the lace-up corset, accented by the black strings that zigzagged across the center of her back, and he resisted the urge to allow his hands free access. The yellow contrasted nicely with her black hair, and she looked a little too peppy color-wise to be fitting with her scowl. Her biting her tongue to resist remarking was all too obvious. "See something you like?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Yep, that's Buttercup alright . . . same bitchy temper and everything.

He spared a glance at Butch, not feeling the same usual sharpness of his gaze on him. To his utter dismay, Butch's eyes were far away from his respective girlfriend, but on the eyes of another. In all honesty, Butch hardly seemed interested in Buttercup in the least.

Brick resisted the urge to attack his brother for even glancing at his fiancée. That is . . . until he saw her for himself.

On approach . . . Blossom . . . wearing a soft pink corset with lace-up ribbon front, spandex shorts with satin ruffle trim, the teasing bunny ears and matching tail, and sexy black lace stockings that he just could picture pulling down suggestively when they were safely retreated to the confines of their private quarters. Black choker bowtie and matching long stretch satin gloves gave some nice contrast against her glowing white skin.

As if someone had cut the oxygen from his throat, Brick's breath caught, and he couldn't breathe at the sight of his fiancée. "Oh the possibilities," he thought, letting his hands trace every inch of her body as she stepped into his arms.

Nothing was said before he let his eyes spare a brief glance at the Blue that he hadn't even seen appear. Unlike her sisters, or his brother, Bubbles and Boomer were far from suggestive (if two inches of clothing was enough to ever be considered merely suggestive) or idiotic about their ensembles. Rather conservative costumes . . . if these could ever be considered costumes. Mary and Joseph . . . just the innocence and reality of Bubbles in her Mary getup made him want to go back to church and wash himself with holy water (for having even thought something of her sexy sisters). She was radiating with innocence, and you couldn't help want to preserve it. She said nothing, smiling at Boomer (as he did with her).

Blossom's hands went to either side of Brick's face, bringing his gaze back to her far too sexy self. "You know," she said, breaking the almost eerie silence of the forest. Her fingers played with the edge of his shirt, slowly drifting over his abs and back down to his belt buckle. He heard the ring of metal hitting metal, his buckle being unfastened. Brick's eyes instinctively went in search of an audience (he was all too aware of where this would be going from here), and was relieved that his family was now entirely gone, but his cautious mind made him wonder where they had vanished to. "They say a lot about rabbits," she said, bringing his eyes back to her, her smirk in place. "They are known for having amazing sex lives. They're sole instinct is to reproduce . . ."

He moaned agonizingly (knowing all too well her touch would drive him to the near point of insanity) as she started kissing his neck and nibbling at his earlobe. "Blossom," he murmured, moaning again as her hands drifted further into his undone pants. "Mmm."

"I've always thought of myself as more a rabbit. I feel our instincts are quite similar, when you get down to the bare facts." Another nibble. "So you ready to see how animal like I can be?"

Just as her fingers draped around a very important member to him, he shot out of his seat, gasping returned back to the real world. "Holy shit!" he screamed instinctively, unintentionally rolling onto the floor as he flopped around on the couch.

His eyes darted around. The same living room, black leather couches, and sleek modern looking atmosphere. No sign that anyone was a nature lover in this house, save a few small house plants that had been scattered around (at the request of the females currently unofficially living there). Brick couldn't help glancing down at his black denim jeans, patting the zipper to be certain it had still been shut. It had felt so real . . . he could practically still feel her fingers curling around─

"Brick?" Blossom called anxiously, bolting into the living room with a sparkle in her eyes that was all concern. Her brilliant pink eyes locked on the fiancé still sprawled on the floor, who had been looking around with an awestruck silence. Now at his side, she asked, "Baby, are you alright?"

Brick was silent a moment, struggling to see the real Blossom before him, the one with the more conservative pink surplice empire dress in a hot pink color that worked with her skin and figure nicely, in comparison to the sexy costume she wore in his dream. Without thinking, his hands clasped around her face, and he was kissing her fiercely. Whether he was kissing her because of the overwhelming need to feel the reality of her, or because he had been turned on so much and needed some release, he did not know . . . but he loved that she didn't fight, despite her confusion.

"Get a room," Butch said from the doorway of the living room, bringing the Reds attention back to reality.

Brick cursed, pushing himself back into the couch as hard as he could, but the couch wouldn't budge ("Fuck, why did we have to bolt our furniture down?") Butch looked identical to how he had in the dream, same ugly egg costume with the same pink and blue zigzag stripes. "What the fuck are you wearing Butch?"

"Detention, remember?" Buttercup said for her boyfriend, eyes still set in the scowl that had been mirroring her dream expression. To Brick's relief, she wore something different greatly in comparison to her chick costume. A simple yellow Easter tee, with black skinny jeans. "We have to go do Easter Egg Hunts with munchkins at the local park?"

"Right! Yes, you two do that!" Blossom was watching Brick, eyeing him nervously. His eyes however, were locked on Butch, irritation rising at the look of jealousy in his brother's eyes as they watched Blossom fret over her fiancé. "Butch," he snapped.

The giant egg blinked, bringing his attention back to his brother, and saying nothing as he and Buttercup strolled out of the front door. "I don't know how I'm gonna fit in the car," he heard Butch mutter as they disappeared out of the house.

"Brick," Blossom said, her hand curling around his as she helped him to his feet. "What happened?" He was silent a moment as he uneasily settled himself back onto the couch, Blossom cuddling up into his side. "Bad dream?"

Was it bad? Certainly not with sights like Buttercup and Blossom in those ensembles. But something about it was off, just far too wrong to be normal. "Not bad, just . . . strange."

She considered that a moment and finally nodded with finality. "Okay," she simply said, resting her head onto his lap as he brushed her hair with his fingertips.

"Blossom! We're leaving!" Bubbles called from the kitchen, stepping into the living room as they made their way to the door. Brick resisted the urge to faint, the feeling of déjà vu becoming eerily overpowering as Boomer and Bubbles sauntered in with their expected costumes.

"What is the purpose of dressing as Mary and Joseph again? What are you doing exactly?"

"We'll be spending the early morning doing the Easter Mass, the Living Stations," Boomer explained, his voice strained as he struggled not to whimper with agony.

"Yeah; we're trying to show some support for other religions. While we're not exactly of any religious affiliation ourselves, it will draw up some good publicity for the Powerpuff girls, and former Rowdyruff boys too, by showing we care about all people and religious beliefs." She paused, contemplating whether to explain her second part. "That and I just wanted to get dressed up. I love this dress."

Brick felt Blossom's giggling form shake in his lap, and the familiar sound comforted him, helped him see the realism of everything now. "All right, well, have fun!"

"Thanks," Boomer said halfheartedly, resisting the urge to dig his heels into the hardwood floor as he was pulled out the door. Despite the semi forced looking smile on his face, his eyes were screaming HELP ME the entire time.

Blossom sighed contently, shutting her eyes to enjoy the embrace of her fiancé. His eyes skimmed every inch of her slowly drifting to sleep form, and he suddenly got the image of her Playboy Bunny self in his lap. "Blossom," he murmured.

"Mmm?"

"You wouldn't happen to have a bunny costume, would you?"

She turned, meeting his eyes with a perplexed gaze. That is, until she registered the smirk on his lips, suggestive look in eyes. The possibilities bounced in her head, only encouraged by the kiss that consumed them both.


Thanks for reading! This one was on time for a change! :D hahaha. Anyway, stay tuned~ Next one shall be the Mother's Day oneshot! :) How will our three little Puffs handle a day they've always been dreading, considering it's sole purpose is to show affection to something they've never had.