Buttercup went beyond accepting Princess’s probing, her mouth taking in the taste and texture of the temptress’s moist tongue, as she dug her freed fingers into her pants and, with a single loud rip, tore them to shreds; wasting no time in wrapping her now exposed legs and arms around the Princess. Oblivious to their spectator, Buttercup pulled the driven teen into her, mashing their bodies tightly together and sending small thrills coursing through her as she felt up the curly haired teen’s soft and curvy exterior with her own.<br/><br/>Unbeknownst to her however was the deadly pink arrow now piercing the air, its target the audacious Princess and its eyes filled with anything but love; definitely not from cupid’s quiver. It looked as if things were about to get messy... as if they hadn't ripped apart enough of their childhood's memories; the Pokey Oak's school looking more like a warzone than the school for smiling and naive children that it once was.