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Pleakley was attractive. There. Jumba had admitted it. He hadn't thought so when they'd first met, and certainly not for a while, as Pleakley wasn't what was typically his "type." But he'd become endeared to Pleakley over time, and now he looked at those dainty limbs and long eyelashes, heard that shrill voice, and wondered why he'd ever thought she was anything less than beautiful.
"She," right now, since she hadn't gotten out of disguise since they'd arrived home. It was an all new outfit- a bathing suit she'd tailored to fit her three legs- that she'd been so adorably and annoyingly excited to wear.
"We should do this more often," Pleakley said as they sat together at the kitchen table, shaved ice in Jumba's hand and a grape-flavored popsicle in Pleakley's.
The rest of the 'ohana was at the beach and would probably be there until sunset, but the two of them had gone home early- Jumba out of dislike for the heat, and Pleakley out of dislike for the bright light of the sun. They'd stopped for ice cream on their way home, but Pleakley had insisted on taking it with them.
"Do what, stay home?"
"No!" Pleakley said. "I mean spend time together, just the two of us, doing nothing in particular! It's nice!" She went back to her popsicle, licking it with both tongues, before wrapping said tongues all the way around it several times. "Mm," she mumbled, "an' thish ish nice, too..."
Jumba stiffened up as he watched Pleakley's tongues swirl around the popsicle that was such a similar shade to his own skin. He took a cursory lick of his shaved ice, trying not to think about what Pleakley was doing- but then she took the popsicle further into her mouth, deep enough that only the slightest hint of purple showed beyond her lips, and he nearly choked.
"Huh?" Pleakley pulled the popsicle out of her mouth, a string of saliva briefly connecting it to her tongues. That was just too much, causing Jumba to bite his lip as he felt a strong sensation in his lower body. "Are you okay?"
Jumba hurriedly stood up. "Fine," he said. He quickly grabbed a bowl and placed his shaved ice in it, before putting that in the freezer and slamming the door. "Just overheating. Need to go cool down."
He rushed off to the bathroom, leaving Pleakley to stare after him with a confused frown.
A cold bath was what he needed. Jumba turned the knob to start filling the tub with cold water, then got undressed.
That little popsicle stunt Pleakley pulled had made him harder than he'd expected, the tip of his cock poking out past the edge of his belly. Well, the cold water would deal with that, although he couldn't help feeling there was something he'd forgotten.
And then the bathroom door slammed open. "Jumba- eep!"
...Oh. Right. Now he remembered.
Pleakley had no sense of privacy, and would open any door as long as it wasn't locked.
"Pleakley!" Jumba said nervously, covering himself up with his hands just a moment too late. She'd clearly seen. "What are you doing?!"
"Well, I was going to ask why you'd run off..." She twirled a strand of her wig, her face a mottled green and purple like a bruised-up human. "...but now I can guess."
"Am sure I have no idea what you are speaking of," Jumba lied.
"No, no, I, uh..." Pleakley chuckled nervously, letting the door close behind her. She didn't finish her sentence.
Jumba backed up, bumping against the bathtub that was still running cold water, splashing it all over the floor. Hastily, he reached back to turn off the tap, still covering himself with one hand.
Pleakley didn't complain about the mess like he'd normally expect, however. Her eye was fixated between his legs, that mottled blush still on her face. Jumba looked away, blushing as well.
Jumba wasn't a stranger to sexual encounters, not at all. But this was Pleakley! An innocent, naive little Plorgonarian- and that last word held a lot of weight. Plorgonarians had a very conservative culture. Sex only between a man and a woman who were married to each other. And Pleakley, so strange and stubborn, had said she never wanted to get married!
So there had to be some sort of misunderstanding here, right? Pleakley, of all people, Pleakley, could not be looking at him like that.
"Ah, well, should be getting into bath now," Jumba said awkwardly, turning to step into the tub. One leg went up-
"Ohhhhh my gosh..." Pleakley whimpered. Whimpered! The noise went straight to Jumba's cock. He turned his head and found her shaking in place, legs twitching.
...Pleakley really was looking at him like that. It wasn't a misunderstanding, he wasn't seeing things. And there were no experiments that dealt in lust- Jumba may have been evil when he made the experiments, but he had had standards, even 323 dealt exclusively with the romantic side of things- so this was genuine.
And it was something he couldn't pass up. With a sigh, he stepped out of the tub again.
"Eh... is Pleakley thinking what Jumba is thinking?" He asked.
Pleakley bit her lip. "What are you thinking?!"
"Can, uh, maybe check if compatible, if you like. Will not tell anyone, promise."
...And that was when Pleakley fainted.