Qir Blows a Derg

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Qir isn't really sure what to think about a "cursed" bottle of bubble mix. What is there to curse? Are the bubbles toxic? Bubbles are usually toxic; they're literally soap. Is the mix not made with soap? Is it made with some super backwards material, that would be considered "cursed" when compared to simple soap? Is it cursed in that... it just doesn't work? Qir chuckles to himself - that'd be a funny way to get duped. Or - well - he got it for free.

It's probably something exciting, though. He didn't walk into the big blue binturong's odd creaky shop for something mundane. He's a curious little mander, what can he say? And he's excited to blow bubbles, anyway. Who wouldn't be?

Maybe the wand is cursed. Usually the bottles have little bubble wands under their caps. Maybe the wand blows bubbles on its own! Maybe Qir can study its magic - that'd be neat. Maybe it's cursed to never actually release a bubble from the wand - like, he starts blowing, and keeps going, and going, and going.... He's running out of breath just thinking about it. But it'd be awesome to see an enormous, ever-growing bubble. Big and round... Qir likes things that are big and round. He likes Dureu. He also likes the funny shopkeep, whose blue belly was bigger than Qir is tall. He kinda wants to visit again and get to know it more.

Qir arrives at his home. His legs are a bit tired; he was walking around town for a while. But he's also curious. As before mentioned.

Oh, good, it does include a little wand underneath! And the solution inside the bottle seems to be... normal. Sloshy, maybe a bit thicker than regular soap water. To keep the bubbles from popping as easily, probably. It doesn't seem to... smell like soap. Qir was expecting a bright, sharp smell that bit at his nostrils, but instead it's a simple, understated vanilla. Maybe a bit of lemon. Hmmm, does he really need to be studying the scent of the bubble mix? ...Why not? It's pleasant. So far there's been nothing cursed about it.

Qir shrugs to himself, then lifts the wand out of the bottle and puffs air into it - fwooh. ...And when that doesn't seem to work, he huffs a bit harder. And longer. Is it cursed to take his breath away? Goodness. But - whuff - there's a bubble shaping past the ring - so he keeps going, until he realizes between breaths that the bubble seems to be growing on its own! Is it just going to keep growing? Wait, should he have done this somewhere else? Is that what the curse is? -

No, it's shaping into something as it grows larger than Qir's entire body. Shaping into something with stubby legs and a long neck - wait!

The bubble creature's paws touch the ground - Qir feels the wand pulled from his grasp as the creature flicks its tail up and completes its formation. He has to blink a couple of times.

"...Dureu?" he says -

All of a sudden, he's falling backwards. This bubble has weight. And it's on top of him after he manages to catch himself with his hands. And it's very, very slippery, rubbing its belly against Qir's whole body and smooshing its chest against his face. And it's putting a lot of weight on his midsection... which basically confirms the mander's suspicions.

He's pinned to the ground by the Bubblreu. Flattened underneath its bwompy belly. He feels - a crease rubbing against his hips. Does the Bubblreu have a tailhole?

He finds his answer as his hardening taper slides out of his slit and into an immensely well-lubricated opening. The opening begins to bob up and down and - oh, spells - up and down, squeezing him and his entire body against the ground. The Bubblreu is riding him - and Qir has never felt anything like it.

His shaft is receiving a treatment almost purely made up of pressure. There's almost no friction - which makes the slight rubbing tickling his tip feel incredible. And the squeeze - how unbelievably tight! Fuck - oh, gods - he's already close!?

There's nothing he can do. Qir is pinned down - his arms wildly grasp at something so slippery that he can't even try to push it away. Instead, he's just hugging and holding on for dear life. He feels the bubbly belly squeeze and spread across his body as the Bubblreu drops on him with its full weight, over and over and over. He feels his breathing start to match its rhythm, forced into a quicker pace to match his own beating heart and the flattening feeling of being bounced on. Which only serves to agitate his arousal further - and to fill his headstrands and lungs with a scent that's cementing itself in his brain as the scent of sex -

Oh fuck, oh huff"ffffhuuuhhhh-"

Qir can't help the noises! Not when the giant bubble creature presses itself down onto Qir and begins practically vibrating on top of his hips! He can't -

He's thrown past the point of no return at breakneck speed, the climax rising past it for what seems like an eternity before he's shooting his load deep into the Bubblreu. And the Bubblreu - wait - no -?! FUCK - it keeps on - fucking - going!

Qir can't handle the post-climax sensitivity - he flails helplessly underneath the creature, trying to escape the mind-meltingly overwhelming friction - but - fuck, it feels so fucking good - too good - too much - his hips buck around but don't do anything except bury him deeper in the damn bubble - and it keeps pressing into him -

Qir misses the sound of blowing, and his eyes are screwed shut as his body tenses and releases way more than he thought he had in him inside of the Bubblereu. So, when the Bubblereu mercifully allows him a reprieve, and he finally opens up his eyes... he's facing an entire other Bubblereu.