Squeak

by Vera Valentine

Tulpas weren’t meant to rule the magics of their masters, and our borrowed power was starting to wane–the threads of the spell had worn dangerously thin.

Tulpas…like imaginary friends??? 😭

Speaking of incompatible, I wasn’t a fan of the way the redhead was currently eyeing my boyfriend.

Conversely, when Zina was finished using our bodies in bed, we went as smooth between the legs as the plastic dolls carnival attendees won at toss-games.

What the actual.

Both Sebastian and I had started creation as one of the most common sights under the tent or along the midway: colorful balloon animals. My dim first memories of consciousness were of bending and twisting, my maker’s breath filling my body and pulling me through the dream world into this one.

Being able to turn into balloon animals at will wasn’t much of a superpower, all told, but it saved us a great deal on rent.

I made short work of his zipper and groaned as the heady scent of powdered sugar and latex sweetened the room. We were creatures of the carnival down to our cores, and Seb’s arousal was a balmy night on the midway, a handful of bright balloons and the funnel-cake booth all colliding in the senses.

He always blushed so beautifully when I called him my favorite dessert, but it was the truth.

As we slid into one another’s arms and let the shift take over; a single intricate twist of red and purple balloons taking the place of our human forms.

The float across the room together, FYI.

I smiled at him, momentarily confused when I noted his usual bunch of balloons was nowhere to be found. That was strange, I could have sworn I’d heard them when he walked up behind me.

The way she looks at you is no better than Zina used to, like you’re a goddamn corn dog to be devoured.”

He tasted as sweet as caramel, which was completely impossible, and my senses filled with a soft hiss and a whiff of ozone.

I looked at Poppy–she was probably scared out of her mind. Bites like that told me Keane had knotted her, which could only mean one thing. She was an actual tulpamancer, an omega to our alpha natures. And, more importantly, she was now mated, however unintentionally, to Keane.

Is this what my life has come to? Balloon animal omegaverse?

“Keane, purr for her. Your omega is distressed, Alpha. Do what you know you need to.”

I can’t hahahaha

It was a strange and beautiful happily ever after, and we made it our solemn mission–even after the heat ended–to find out all the ways that two balloons and an open-minded, mostly-human woman could twist themselves up in pleasure.

Wtf did I just read.