A Superheroine's Bad Night
This a Sequel to "Tracking The Huntress", which my good friend, Desert_Mutt, and I collaborated together on. That story can be found can be found at https://sofurry.com/s/ve3axNvn
"A Superheroine's Bad Night" explains how 'The Huntress' aka Lillian Amara Lioness met Lapina Bun, who becomes Lillian's best friend. It also explains how, and why Lillian changed her Superheroine name from 'The Huntress' to 'Lionheart'.
Lionheart, and her civilian identity of Lillian Amara Lioness is (c) to me, as are Lapina Bun, The Dashari Institute For The Mentally Ill, and Sursu City.
The 5'9" 150 pound golden eyed tawny furred Lioness stands on a snow covered rooftop over looking Sursu City at night. She is wearing her Superheroine costume, which consists of a longsleeve footed high collar backzip pink catsuit, knee high purple boots, elbow length purple gloves, and a purple cape. Her purple bandana mask is clutched in her gloved left paw, her ears are splayed back. The costumed crime fighter sighs, and a puff of air is seen. "Why do I bother?" she wonders aloud. "Even though I do fight to purrrrotect the innocent, and to fight against crime, and corruption, they still hate me, and scream for me to be executed publicly by being hung, stretched, drawn, and quartered, disemboweled, and beheaded with my body scattered to the four corners of the world, and my head placed on a pike on the R. Crumb Bridge. As of tonight, The Huntress no longer exists. From now on, I'll just be one of the countless millions stepped on, and walked all over by the corrupt elected officials, the police, the criminals, the Bankers, the corporate CEOs, and the wealthy upper class!" "No, you can't!" a female voice says a bit too loudly from a hiding place across the roof. "Who's there?" demands the costumed crime fighter rather forcefully. She turns to face the direction that the exposing her whole face to whomever was on the rooftop with her. It is then that fur who had cried out can see the sad weary look in her eyes, and that she has obviously been crying, because her cheek fur is wet, and her eyes are red, and puffy. "Please Huntress," a white furred female Bunny with blue eyes says stepping out of the shadows wearing a pair of footed frontzip Christmas print pajamas that have a zipper going from the inside right ankle, up to the top of the outfit, "The city needs you." "No, they don't," she replies turning away again. The Bunny walks over to her, place a comforting paw on The Huntress' shoulder. "Then I need you," The Bunny her softly. "I know that sounds selfish of me, but if they're going to treat you badly, because of who you are, and what you to to keep them safe from those who would try to harm them, then forget those idiots, I'll keep you all to myself. You too good for them, and this festering sleaze pit of a town anyway." The spandex clad Lioness turns to face the Bunny again. "Why?" asks The Huntress. "Why what?" the Bunny asks. "Why would you be so kind to me, when you could be just as heartless, cruel, and mean as everyone else?" The Huntress asks. "My parents taught me better than that, so I was raised not to be a jerk to others, even if they do deserve it." The Bunny hugs The Huntress, who hugs the back, and lowers her arms to her sides after a minute that to the Bunny, felt like an eternity. "So how old are you?" The Huntress asks, smiling. "Shouldn't you have been in bed hours ago?" "I'm 28, silly kitty," the Bunny tells her "We're the same age then," The Huntress casually remarks. "You look like you're younger, though. Even though we're the same age, and from the look of it, same height." "Yep," says the Bunny. "It's a bit cold to be up here on the roof wearing only a footed sleeper in late December," says The Huntress. "Why don't you head back inside?" "You're one to talk, 'Miss tights'," the Bunny says teasing her. "Don't worry about, me. Just get yourself back inside where it's warm, and I'll come back to check on you later." The Bunny suddenly feels warmth on her cheeks, and she realizes that she's blushing "Are you sure?" The Bunny asks. The Huntress smiles and nods, giving the bun a loving pat on, the butt. "I'm sure." "By the way, I'm Lapina Bun." the Bunny says. "Cute name," replies The Huntress. I'll knock on your window when I come back, so you can let me in." "Thanks," Lapina says. "I'll leave a light on. That way you'll know which apartment is mine." Lapina starts to head back inside, but out of concern, looks over her shoulder at The Huntress. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'm not going to quit being a Superheroine." You're not?" Lapina asks. The Huntress shakes her head "You've given me a lot to think about." Lapinia continues on, and when she gets to the door that leads down into the building, The Huntress calls out. "Hey, Lapina." Lapina turns to face her. "You look adorable in those jammies," The Huntress says winking at Lapina. Lapina giggles, and blushes again, wiggling her butt at The Huntress "Thanks. I got them for Christmas this year," Lapinia tells The Huntress before going inside, and closing the door behind her The winter storm rages as The Huntress is jolted awake, though it isn't the howling wind that had woken her, but something else entirely. It takes her a moment to fully awaken, and when she does, she realizes that she is in a place that she'd never been before. "Where am I?" she mutters. "How did I get here? The last thing I remember is--" She brings her paws up to her head to try to shake the mental spider webs, but only gets a wave of nausea for her troubles, as she feels fur where she knew she should be feeling cloth. "My mask," she whispers. "Oh no, this isn't good." Pulling the covers back, she sees that she wasn't in her costume either. "This just went from bad to worse," says The Huntress. Getting out of bed, she went to the windows, and looked outside to see that the snow was coming down quite heavily. Giving a sigh, her ears droop, and she closes her eyes. "Maybe I should just give up, since all my efforts to clear up the crime, and corruption are for nothing, even in spite of what I'd said to Lapina," she mopes. "No one wants me here as The Huntress, or as Lillian Amara Lioness anyway." She is so caught up in her self-pity that she hadn't heard the door open. "So that's your real name, a female voice says. "I was just going to call you 'kitten'." Turning, Lillian sees Lapina standing in the doorway with her arms folded across her chest, and a grin on the Bunny's face. "That works for me 'Fluffbutt'," Lillian retorts, her somber mood seemingly gone. "Somehow, I knew it would," Lapina says sauntering over to sit on the edge of the bed. "So how did I get here? Lillian asks. "I was sitting up waiting for you and was starting to drift off to sleep, but I was woke up by a strange noise from outside. When I went to the window, I saw you laying in the alley looking like you'd been beat up really badly, so I brought you inside, tended to your injuries as best I could, and went out to the living room to wait for you to wake up. To be honest, I wasn't even sure if you were going to, or not. I'm sorry about having to take you out of your costume, and unmask you, but it was necessary in order to properly tend to your injuries. Serving as a Medic Officer in the Army for five years finally paid off,." "It's alright, Bun Bun. I'm just glad that it wasn't one of my many enemies that had stripped , and unmasked me, or that I didn't end up back in the Dashari Institute." says Lillian Lillian shudders at the memory. Lapina leans in to kiss Lillian on the lips. "You're safe here, superkitten," says Lapina. "I do agree with you that it doesn't seem like anyone wants 'The Huntress' around, so might I suggest a name change?" "Wouldn't that mean changing out my costume's color scheme, and everything else?" asks Lillian. "Not at all." "Any Ideas?" Lapina smiles, and nods. "Well, since 'The Huntress' is the name of a comic book character, and I'm sure you don't want to get sued for copyright infringement, why not call yourself 'Lionheart'?" Lillian grins. "I like it," she says.