Blossom huffed as she cautiously trekked through the maze. Something was...off to say the least. The very walls seemed to be alive, and passages kept reshaping and reforming. There was no way Brick's powers were doing this. But then what's causing this? Unless he was experimenting with plants...but this is unnatural. She took a left, sighing in frustration as she came across another dead end. It's too early to try to use my powers. These hedges also look too thick to plow through. What's the point of this? Just as she turned around, something flashed in the corner of her eye. Curious, she turned back to the dead end, feeling around the bush. Something caught her hand. She fumbled until she grasped it, pulling whatever it was toward her. A clock dangling from an ornate chain tumbled into view. Blossom blinked, not at all expecting that. It ticked steadily. It almost looks like a timer...wait a minute... She doubled back to where she was standing, cursing as she suddenly broke out into a run. That bastard. I knew it was too easy! Her tired legs screamed at her, not used to such exercise. This was the most exercise she'd gotten in months.

It took more tries than she would have liked, but Blossom eventually figured out the pattern to the changes the mazes shifted through. She stood still as the ground shifted, signaling another shuffle. She prayed to whoever was listening that she hadn't messed up her calculations. And someone must have been listening. She took the new turns, nearly collapsing in relief when she finally spotted the exit. She only took two steps before the clock in her hands stopped ticking. She paused, and that was all it took. There he stood, smiling victoriously. She trudged to the exit, all her energy draining from her. Brick steadied her with a shit eating grin, scooping her once again into his arms.

"Too bad Pinky. You almost made it. Now you'll get the loser's punishment." She looked up at him warily, too tired to move.

"What punishment? We had a deal."

"That we did. But we only discussed what would happen if you won. Not if I did. You're getting careless." She frowned, not liking the sound of that at all. Brick whistled as he carried her back into the house and up the back staircase. The pair stopped in front of a simple white wooden door. Brick waited as a panel slid open, revealing a scanner. It scanned his eye, granting access to the room shortly after. He entered confidently, placing her on the couch at the end of his bed with surprising gentleness. He disappeared into what Blossom assumed was the bathroom, giving her time to look around the room. It was spacious but barely decorated. A four poster king bed covered in red and black checkered covers lay behind her. The windows were framed by black curtains. To her left was a wooden desk with a red swivel chair. Two monitors with a glowing keyboard sat atop it. To her right was a mini library. Directly in front of her was a plasma screen TV. It had a floating shelf underneath it to house the remotes. She couldn't help but like the set up. It had been years, but it seems he hadn't changed as much as she thought he had.

He emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam. Water droplets clung to his well defined chest, traveling lower as her eyes followed. His muscles flexed as he towel dried his hair, pausing to wink at her.

"Like what ya see?" She blushed, quickly reminding herself to get it together. No matter how hot the room was suddenly getting, Brick was the last person she wanted to be blushing over. She did amend her previous line of thinking though. He had changed.

"Hardly. Now what's this punishment?" She crossed her legs and leaned forward. Brick would never tell her how enticing she was in that moment. Instead, he waved off her question, pulling her to her feet. He pulled her into the bathroom, where fluffy white body and hand towels had been laid out.

"Wha-"

"Should I bathe you if you don't remember how to shower?" She yelped, pushing him back out.

"No!" The door slammed in his face before he could finish laughing.

Blossom emerged ten minutes later, feeling better than she had in ages. However, when she bent down to grab her clothes, only empty air greeted her.

"What the..." She fully stepped out the bathroom, glancing around. Brick was nowhere in sight, but a bundle of clothes lay on the couch she'd been sitting on. When she approached it, a single note lay on top of it.

Wear it. Your punishment begins now. Blossom huffed, but a deal was a deal. Her face flamed as she unfurled the clothes.

"THAT PERVERT!"

"THAT PERVERT!" Brick chuckled from the living room. Butch slapped him on the back, coming to sit beside him.

"Looks like she found your present."

"What's all the fuss about?" The two boys turned their attention to the stairs as Boomer slowly came into view. His left hand lazily held onto a chain, that was connected to a collar around Bubbles's neck. She also now wore a sleeveless leather corset tucked in to a black tutu with fishnet tights. Black arm length gloves that stopped at her elbows and cat ears finished the look. Butch whistled as Boomer sat in one of the recliners, with Bubbles sullenly sitting at his feet.

"So that's what you're into? I might actually have to try that...Butterbutt would probably look better as a teacher though..." Boomer ignored his brother as he became lost in his fantasies, instead turning to Brick with a raised eyebrow in question. Brick grinned, nodding toward the stairs as angry footsteps could suddenly be heard.

"You'll see in a minute." Blossom descended the stairs in a provocative maid outfit. A black and white lace headband sat atop her free flowing hair. Her ample chest was shown off by a heart shaped cut out. The rest of the dress was black with white lace trim around the edges and bottom of the flared skirt. Her legs were covered by white stockings that came to her knees with black mini bows at the top. Brick mentally congratulated himself as Butch whistled again.

"Damn. Maybe I should have Buttercup act as my personal maid too. She looks so hot in chains though...maybe both?" Blossom and Bubbles's heads swiveled in his direction at his quiet admissions. Blossom was marching toward him as Bubbles stood from her position to meet her sister halfway.

"Chains?!"

"You sick bastard where is she?!" Brick yanked her back by her hair, and Boomer yanked on her leash. Bubbles choked at the force, coughing as she was once again on her knees. Boomer forced her head up, glaring into her narrowed eyes.

"Who gave you permission to speak? To move?" When she didn't answer, Boomer grinned and tightened his hold on her leash. Bubbles gagged.

"Well?"

"N-no one." He tightened his hold again, never taking his eyes off her.

"No one what?" Bubbles grit her teeth as she forced the answer between them.

"No one master." He released her, causing a coughing fit once again. Blossom struggled in vain against Brick's hold, her eyes desperate as she looked at Bubbles.

"Let go Brick!" Brick twisted her arms further behind her back, eliciting a cry of pain to fall from the leader's lips. He let his lips skim over her neck, loving the absolute domination over her.

"No can do. Can't have you interrupting Boom's fun. Besides, you have other duties to attend to maid." Blossom's face flushed in embarrassment and anger. Bubbles caught her eye, giving her a slow shake of her head. Blossom got the message loud and clear, ceasing her resistance. While both were relieved to see the other relatively unharmed, their main concern now was Buttercup. Which meant they'd have to catch Butch alone to find out where she was.

"Fine." Brick slapped her ass as she walked away, calling out his order. Boomer did the same, but Butch stood shortly after she disappeared.

"It's time to feed Butters before our fun, so I'll see you dicks tomorrow." He left in the direction Blossom went, ignoring Bubbles's eyes on him. All that foreplay had gotten him riled up, and he knew just the thing.