CEO of Cute, Marceline and Cream the Rabbit

Unstoppable

Marceline floated lazily in the plush pink conference room, upside down as usual, guitar slung across her back, fangs peeking out with a grin. Across from her sat Cream the Rabbit—ears tied back with silky bows, a clipboard on her lap, and her big, innocent eyes sparkling with mischief.

Marceline (grinning): "Sooo... we're here to discuss cuteness metrics, huh?"
Cream (cheerily): "Yes! And butt presentation ratios, as my mommy taught me to measure—teehee~!"

Cream wore a tiny pink blazer that hugged her soft fur and a frilly white training bra under it, peeking slightly due to her poor buttoning job. Beneath the blazer, her pastel-striped panties had little ribbons at the sides and were just a bit too visible as she leaned over the table.

Marceline, on the other hand, wore ripped black short shorts (low-rise, of course) with skull-print panties that peeked above the hem. Her black sports bra had a mischievous bat stitched in the middle and rode up every time she floated upside down.

Marceline (wiggling her hips midair): "Y'know, I think our productivity spikes when we do this—"
She slowly reached behind and tugged her shorts halfway down, revealing her cheeky panties fully as she posed her butt in midair like a full moon of mischief.

Cream (squeaking): "Miss Marceline! That's extremely effective marketing!!"
Cream's little bunny tail twitched as she stood up, turned around, and coyly began to slide her panties down a little too—with a tiny bunny hop and giggle.

Cream (blushing): "O-oh my! Is my bunny bottom catching your attention?"
Marceline (eyes locked, voice low): "You're weaponizing adorabutt. This is war now."

They circled each other like flirty rivals in an anime, both giggling and sliding their panties a little lower each time one turned around. Marceline's vampire butt glistened under the soft pink lighting, while Cream's was all fluff and blush.

Cream (gasping softly): "My training bra's slipping... d-does that increase engagement?"
Marceline (smirking, biting her lip): "Only if you accidentally show the bow in the middle..."

Their teasing escalated—sliding panties to just the brink, but never quite off. The room was full of squeaks, giggles, and the occasional slap of bare skin as they playfully bumped each other's hips and leaned over just a bit too far.

Cream (whispering, tail twitching): "I declare this a Cuteness Emergency... and our butts are the alarms~"
Marceline (chuckling darkly): "Then let's make the whole building evacuate..."

Marceline (grinning wickedly): "Looks like we broke the cuteness meter... and probably the fire alarms, too."
She slid her shorts down one last notch, her black skull panties shining under the soft lights like a neon sign saying "Too Hot to Handle."

Alarms blared. Sirens howled. Lights flashed red and pink.

Cream (panicking, clutching her chest): "Nooo! It can't be! It must be because of my training bra! And my girly chest is just so flat—how can this be the cause of an evacuation?!"
Her voice cracked adorably as she pouted, cheeks flushing deeper pink.

Marceline (laughing darkly): "Don't worry, bunny. Flat or not, you're packing serious danger with that little bra of yours."
She leaned in, whispering teasingly: "Maybe it's the combo of your innocent face and that tiny bow that's frying the whole system."

Cream's ears twitched nervously as she fiddled with the frilly edges of her training bra, which barely contained her soft chest—a delicate pastel pink with lace and a tiny satin bow right in the middle. Her panties, a soft lilac with tiny heart patterns and ribbon ties, were hanging teasingly low.

Meanwhile, the CEO employees flooded out of their offices, eyes wide, some whispering rumors of a "cuteness overload emergency."

Employee #1 (whispering): "Did you see Cream's bunny butt? And Marceline's bat-themed bra? It's like the whole building melted!"
Employee #2 (nodding): "We're lucky to get out alive."

Marceline winked at Cream, who gave a shaky little hop and tugged her panties back up, cheeks still flushed but smiling.

Cream (giggling nervously): "Okay, maybe flat chest or not, we're definitely trouble..."
Marceline (grinning): "Trouble? Nah, we're just too cute for this world."

Employee #3 (grinning slyly, leaning on the doorframe): "Alright, team—here's the real question. Boobs or butt, what's the best weapon of cuteness? Which one's got the power to shut down an entire building faster?"

The crowd around murmured, glancing between Marceline's sharp, mischievous silhouette and Cream's soft, adorable figure.

Employee #1 (whispering): "Marceline's skull-print panties definitely pack a punch..."
Employee #2 (nodding): "But Cream's perfect little training bra with that bow? Honestly, lethal."

Cream blushed furiously, twitching her ears and covering her chest with both hands.
Cream (nervously): "P-please don't start a debate—my training bra is very sensitive!"

Marceline (smirking, flicking her hair): "Come on, it's obvious—the butt always wins. Look at me, CEO of Cuteness and chaos."

She gave a cheeky wiggle, her shorts teasingly slipping down one notch again, and the room erupted into playful laughter.

Employee #3 (chuckling): "Alright, looks like the office is officially divided—but one thing's clear: those two are unstoppable."

Watch Adventure Time and play Sonic the Hedgehog video games by SEGA and Sonic Team for more, if you want to.