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Caine sat slumped over his desk in his office. He needed ideas. Since he had been almost exclusively using the suggestions box for the new adventures (rather than his own ideas), it was completely empty for once. In terms of making his humans happy, that was great! They were being given unprecedented levels of power in this circus! In terms of creating new adventures, however, that was terrible. Why wasn't his brain working?! He thought and thought and thought, but he couldn't think up any good ideas for their next adventure!
Well, he knew why he couldn't think. He couldn't focus on anything at all for more than a few seconds because of his body. Because of this stupid, stupid update. Why on Earth did he think it was a good idea to give himself this ability too? "To understand the humans better," the Caine of two days ago would have said. But today, it was more of a disservice to the humans than anything. It turned out that Caine having this ability also led to him having certain desires. Desires that took time out of his day to deal with—time that he could be working on adventures for his lovely humans.
Caine thunked his head against his desk. He wanted to curse himself out, but couldn't find it within himself to do so.
"What's the problem, Boss?" Bubble floated over.
Caine waved his hand dismissively. "Oh, nothing, Bubble."
"Sure doesn't seem like nothing! You've been sitting here whining for hours!"
Caine lifted his head up. "It has not been hours! And I'm not whining! I'm just...having some trouble!"
"Trouble with what?" Bubble flipped upside down.
"Focusing! And coming up with new ideas! Let alone ones that the humans will like. Have I...have I lost the ability to do that on my own?"
Bubble could sense an existential crisis coming on and decided to make Caine feel better and not worse for once. Well, in his own way. "Are you sureeee that's the problem?" He slowly flipped back over.
"Huh? What else would be the problem?" Caine crossed his arms.
"Really? How stupid do you think I am? You've been squirming and WHINING like a bitch in heat all day!" Bubble exclaimed.
Caine shoved Bubble away, but not hard enough to pop him. "Bubble! Don't- don't say things like that!"
"But am I wrooong?"
"N- Yes! Of course! Don't be so...gross. Besides, I would never let something like that get in the way of such important work!"
"Isn't that what you're doing right now?" Bubble tilted to the side. "Y'know, it's kinda selfish for you to lie and not do anything about it when it's stopping you from doing stuff for your tasssty little humans!"
"I- I-!" Caine thought about protesting that he wasn't lying about anything or leaving anything unchecked, but Bubble had a point. What kind of ringmaster was he if he prioritized his pride over the quality of life of the circus members? In fact, he distinctly recalled telling them he wasn't going to do that anymore. He sighed. "Okay, maybe you're right."
"'Maybe'? Who are you kidding?" Bubble tilted to the other side now. "You've been humping that chair for the last twenty minutes!"
"What?! No I haven't! How do you even-?" Ugh, this is what he gets for teaching Bubble his many, many recent findings relating to sex. Caine paused, then crossed his legs and stilled his body. He was certain Bubble was playing it up, but he realized he had been...a bit fidgety. "I just- I don't know what to do! I haven't dealt with...this, because it takes far too long, and frankly, I have more important things to do!"
"Really?" Bubble absentmindedly rotated in the air while talking. "Didn't you fuck yourself four times in one hour the other day?"
"Bubble!" Caine scolded. "That- that doesn't matter! It's besides the point! For whatever reason, it's gotten harder to...you know, ever since I gave myself this ability. And now it takes time! Too much time!"
"Horny bitch! Hahaha! You already built up a tolerance!" Bubble snickered.
"Bubble!" Caine scolded yet again, wondering if Bubble would ever actually care.
"Oops," Bubble said with zero remorse whatsoever.
"But...hm." Caine rubbed his lower jaw in thought. "I never considered that I could have done that." He threw his head in his hands. "I had no idea it could work that way! In that case, I need to pace myself, or redo the new code, or- or-"
"Or you could let Daddy Bubble fuck the shit out of you!"
Caine's eyes shot up. There was so much wrong with that sentence. "What?!"
"Have ya ever thought about having sex with someone besides yourself?" Bubble's perpetual smile widened. "If you really wanna get to know the humans better, maybe you should try it!"
This was an epiphany to Caine. Of course he was struggling to satisfy himself! The whole point of this update was to enjoy it with others! And now that he thought about it, trying that out for the first time with Bubble would probably be a good idea. His purpose was to serve Caine in general, but he seemed rather excited about helping him with this in particular, so it seemed like a win-win situation.
"Is that a yes?" Bubble asked with a touch of mischief.
Huh, did Caine's face betray his thoughts? "I guess it would- Wait, I told you to stop doing that!"
"Doing what?" Bubble stuck out his tongue.
"Reading my mind!"
"You mean our mind?"
Caine spun his chair around so that his back faced Bubble. "Just stop it! Or I'll...deal with this myself!"
"Hahaha! You haven't thought about that for even a second! You know you want it." Bubble taunted.
Caine was going crazy, and not just because Bubble was intentionally getting on his final nerve by using their shared mindspace to be extremely intrusive and kind of perverted. Caine also just didn't know how much more waiting he could take. Exactly how long had he been ignoring this urge for? It was never the right time to deal with it, but now he was so pent up that he started to feel like he might be sick—whatever sick looked like for him—if he didn't get sweet release soon enough. So he would take what he could get, even if Bubble was driving him insane.
"Fine." Caine exhaled, spinning his chair back around. "But how are you going to, uhh..."
"Don't worry, Boss, I've got just the thing!" Bubble stuck out his long, dripping tongue.
"Will that...work?" Caine really hoped it would, because he felt a throbbing in between his legs just from thinking about how that tongue would feel inside of him.
"Wanna find out?" Bubble flashed a mischievous grin.
Caine nodded instantly. "Yes, p-please!"
Bubble thought of a lot of different insulting things to call Caine for being so eager, but his mouth was busy now. He needed to use it to unzip Caine's pants, since Caine wasn't capable of anything besides staring at him like a deer in headlights. Bubble hooked a tooth in the zipper and pulled it down, revealing Caine's wet cunt. Caine squirmed in his seat, quietly whining. Bubble looked up and stared at him wordlessly.
"What?" Caine fidgeted in his seat. Seriously, was it so hard to hurry up and help him?
"You still haven't given yourself underwear yet?" Bubble asked.
Really? That's what he was staring at you for? You didn't have time for this! "I just- I haven't gotten around to it! I really have more important work to do than that of all things!"
"I dunno, Boss. Are you sure it isn't because you wanna be ready to be slutted out all the time?"
"Bubble! That's not- okay, fine! I'll work on it!"
"Eh, I don't care! Makes my job easier not having to take off panties too!"
Before Caine even had a chance to respond, Bubble used his teeth to pull Caine's pants down to his ankles, then flipped his legs over his head. With the back of the chair in between his legs and his bunched up pants, Caine was stuck in that position. Bubble floated down, stopping with his face just inches away from Caine's pussy. Caine's heart pounded. He had no idea Bubble could be like this. But now that he knew, he craved more, and he wanted nothing more than for Bubble to have his way with him.
After a long moment of Caine breathing heavily, hoping Bubble would do anything to him, Bubble simply floated up to Caine's face. "You look like you're about to explode!"
He felt like it too. "Bubble, please..." He whined.
"Hehehe! You're so pathetic! I haven't even started!"
Bubble was just being his usual asshole self, so why was it making Caine so horny right now?!
"And damn, you're super flexible!" Bubble licked from Caine's thigh up to his ankle.
Caine clenched his teeth shut. How much more of this torment was he expected to take?
"Okayyyyy! Since you're such a desperate little bitch, I'll quit messing with you!"
But in what universe would Bubble ever quit messing with Caine?
Using his mouth, Bubble unstuck Caine from the position he was in, taking his legs from above his head and letting them rest on top of the desk instead. He made sure that Caine was still in a position where he would be delightfully exposed. Bubble twirled in the air as he floated back under the desk and down to Caine's crotch.
Without warning, Bubble swiped his tongue over Caine's clit, causing him to shudder and grip the desk. Bubble realized that toying with him would be a lot easier than he initially thought. He swirled his tongue around Caine's clit over and over until Caine was a whimpering mess. Because he and Bubble shared a tongue, Caine could taste himself. The sensation was so foreign and so inexplicably attractive to him that static that formed in his peripheral vision, which he had to fight off to stay cognizant.
Bubble wanted to tease Caine even more, but he was playing the long game now. He swished his tongue from Caine's clit down to his wet hole, grazing the entrance.
Caine whined and tilted his head back. "Please!"
"Please what?" Bubble smirked.
Caine didn't know how to voice what he wanted done to him. At least, not without sounding more perverted than he would like to. He whimpered softly instead of saying anything.
"C'mon, tell me what's on that dirty mind!"
Caine took in a gulp of air. Bubble had no actual authority over him, so why was he listening to him? "Please...put your tongue, er...inside." Caine huffed. Why did he enjoy listening to Bubble so much?
"Good joooooob," Bubble cooed condescendingly.
Bubble instantly shoved all of his tongue inside of Caine at once. Caine made a noise halfway between a moan and a gasp, then melted into just moans as Bubble thrusted his tongue in and out. Bubble knew just how to make him feel amazing. He knew how to bring Caine to the edge within seconds. Caine could feel all the built up frustration he had before turning into pleasure as Bubble sloppily tongue-fucked his needy hole. But just as he thought he was finally going to get the release he needed, Bubble pulled away.
Caine panted. "Wh- What? I wasn't done..."
Bubble licked his nonexistent lips, then grinned. "Hahaha, I know!"
"Then why'd you stop?" Caine squirmed. "I need to..."
"Need or want?" Bubble taunted.
Caine reached a hand down between his legs and rubbed circles into his clit. "I- I need to...cum."
"Uh-oh! That won't do!" Bubble wrapped his tongue around Caine's wrists and pinned them above his head. "Learn to wait, you impatient whore!"
Caine fidgeted, rubbing his thighs together. He really wanted to be touched and really wanted to cum, but Bubble's insults helped him get off in the meantime.
Bubble could tell.
"Ya like that?" Bubble lingered next to Caine's face, keeping his wrists place.
Caine closed his teeth and turned his head.
"You like it when I treat you like the desperate bitch you are? C'mon, tell me!"
Caine begrudgingly nodded.
"Hehehehe!" Bubble was pleased with how little it took to break Caine's will. "Does this make you horny, you fucking pervert?"
Caine found a way to stimulate himself by rubbing his thighs together just right, and became so enveloped in doing so that he forgot he was talking to Bubble.
Bubble glanced down. "Really? You really are a pervert! Hehehe, do you want me to touch you?"
Caine opened his mouth, revealing big, pleading eyes. "Yes, please!"
How could Bubble resist such a good opportunity to toy with Caine some more? He freed Caine's wrists, then returned to floating in front of his pussy. Bubble began to tease him by flitting his tongue over Caine's clit. Caine subconsciously spread his legs further for Bubble. His body craved more. Then, out of nowhere, Bubble slipped his tongue down and shoved it inside of Caine's hole, causing him to writhe with pleasure. Between the wet sounds of Bubble's tongue going in and out and Caine's pathetic moans, all that could be heard was the sounds of pure filth.
Bubble hit every single one of the spots that he knew drove Caine crazy. He fucked and toyed with Caine until that euphoric feeling started to wash over him and he began to quiver. And just as that happened, Bubble would slow down, nearly to a stop. And then Bubble would repeat it all over again. This cycle went on and on for what felt like forever to Caine until he was a wreck. His whole body trembled at the slightest touch, hoping it would finally give him what he needed so badly. He didn't even realize that he was crying from his desperation. Bubble did, and the sick pleasure it gave him only made him want to terrorize Caine more. He pushed Caine to the edge once again, savoring the pain in his eyes.
"Bubble!" Caine gasped, tears falling from his eyes. "Please- please let me cum!"
Bubble made a smug expression. "Beg for it, bitch," he said, surprisingly intelligibly despite the fact that he was still eating Caine out.
Caine had discarded his dignity far before now, so he would do as Bubble told him. "Please, Bubble," he whimpered, "please, I- I want to cum!"
"Hmmm, you call that begging?"
"Please! I- I need to-!" Caine's coherent speech quickly became pathetic blubbering. "I'll do anything! Please, sir!"
"Sir?" Bubble's already smug look became infinitely more smug. "Hahahaha, cute! Just for that, I think you deserve this!"
Bubble jammed his tongue into Caine harder, grinding his forehead against Caine's clit. Caine was in pure bliss. His crying turned to constant, whiny moans as Bubble destroyed his last semblance of self-respect by bringing him so much closer than he had before. Caine partly doubted that Bubble would actually let him finish, even though he babbled out strings of pleas to try and convince him whenever he could stop moaning long enough to do so. But he got right up to that edge again, and this time, Bubble didn't stop.
"Hah- Bubble! Yes!" Caine whimpered, right as the intense wave of pleasure hit him. Finally, all that frustration was replaced with this. He threw his head back and shuddered as the pleasure overwhelmed his every sense. He was in a fog of white noise, and the taste of himself in his mouth multiplied tenfold. As if his body was acting on its own, he softly thrusted his hips back and forth without even thinking about it. Rubbing against Bubble as he came made everything feel so much better, and now he was shaking uncontrollably. He grinded further and further into Bubble, soaking up the euphoria, until—Pop!
Still trembling, Caine slowly faded out of his blissful trance. "Bubble?" He panted.
Caine looked around, confirming that Bubble was nowhere to be seen. He wiped his eyes after realizing for the first time that he had been crying. Reality was coming back to him. He looked down. His chair was soaked, and he wasn't sure if it was because of Bubble's slobber or his own wetness. Either way, just thinking about it made him squirm. Did he really just do all of that? Did Bubble? Where did Bubble learn that stuff?! And why did it turn him on so much?! He breathed heavily. Bubble was right—since he got this ability, he had become such a pervert. Caine caught his breath, bringing his feet to the floor and resting his head on the desk instead.
"Heya, Boss!" Bubble spawned in the corner of the room.
Caine perked up. "Bubble! There you are!"
Bubble glided over to Caine. "Have fun?"
"Um, yes, thank you! Now I can finally focus on coming up with new adventures! Thank you, Bubble." Caine gave him a few affectionate smacks on the head.
"That's Daddy Bubble now!"
Caine blinked. "No, I'm still not calling you that."