Squeak

by Vera Valentine

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.

We’d eventually figured out that a tulpamancer could change our shape in very interesting ways, too.

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. After that had come the pleasant revelation that she enjoyed something else I did, too. As I buried myself knot-deep in her cunt from underneath her, Keane teased and penetrated her ass one small sculpted bubble at a time, pulling out at her moment of climax exactly as she’d begged us to.

We closed the balcony doors, Poppy brushed her teeth half a dozen times, and we settled back into the nest. 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.