Squeak

by Vera Valentine

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

👀👀👀👀

Amazing Zina, our creator, tormentor, and former captor.

Fuck Zina

When she wanted us to service her sexually, our men’s bodies would grow cocks - thick, long, and sporting an extra addition

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.

So a Ken doll before they added underwear 😂

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.

Bonus!

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.

My tongue swept up the tempting bud of his balloon tie-knot, the playful little wrinkled ring that was quickly melting into his latex-wrapped cock. If I caught it before the shift completed, I got to take advantage of its hypersensitivity, and who could possibly turn that down?

I’m fucking crying 🤣🤣🤣🤣

his end unknotting with a snap on my tongue before hot, thin jets of funnel cake icing flowed out to soothe the sting.

Why can’t all come taste like icing 😂

my body was ready to run through a field of flags as red as my namesake to get to him.

Been there. I get it girl.

“Come for me, sweet little flower, let me taste you. It’ll make it easier to take me.”

A sharp squeaking sound filled the room as he rocked against me, eagerly chasing his peak.

I wonder if the audiobook has sound effects 😂

“Poppy, you’re safe, but we really need to talk.”

Because he’s a balloon animal 😂

He tilted his hips and nodded downwards, where his entire pelvic region - still locked into my own - had gone a deep royal purple. And translucent. I screamed.

Subtle way to break it to her Keane.

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.

Balloon animals can mate?

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

Awe he’s a balloon shifter wolf kitty. Purrrrrr 🤣🤣🤣👀👀

With deft fingers, and several assurances nothing hurt, she’d twisted Kean’s shaft into a temporary row of small, round bubbles instead of the thick column that both she and I were so fond of.

Ribbed for her pleasure 🤣🤣🤣🤣

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.

I can’t wait to read the squeakquel omg 😆