- [Blowing Bubbles - Alternate scene]
- >Be the Nomad
- >Be busy tongue wrestling with Bubble Berry in his bedroom
- >Boner reporting in, we are at 100% El Capitan.
- >You break the kiss, not that you weren’t enjoying it, and look deep into his eyes.
- “How about we take this up a notch?” You say. Bubble quickly nods in agreement.
- >Removing your towel, you flip Bubble onto his back, and assume the position.
- >Running your hand around his perfectly formed arse, you notice his lack of super-duper-fun-time-hole, and joystick.
- >Not one to be thwarted, you press your raging hard cock towards where you approximate his hole to be.
- >Boner to brain, we appear to be experiencing some logistical issues down here.
- “Why are you poking me down there, handsome. My face is up here!”
- “Bubble, uh, I’m not sure how to put this, but uhh, how do you … you know …”
- >”How do I what?”
- “Uhh … Make babies?”
- >”Don’t you know? I’ll show you. Just close your eyes and open your mouth.”
- >You obey Bubble’s instruction, ready to accept his throbbing member into your gaping mouth
- >You recoil in horror as large amounts of liquid splash across your face, and quickly open your eyes before shutting them again before you wipe away the gunge covering them
- >”This is mouth reporting to brain, we taste frosting, over.”
- >your eyes now clear of ooze, you open them and look down to see yourself splashed with something the same colour as Bubble’s coat.
- >He sits next to you on the bed, face showing concern
- Bubble … What the hell?
- >”that’s how we make babies, silly! We regurgitate fluid from a special gland into our special someponies mouth.
- “Bubble, that’s disgusting … And slightly arousing at the same time. Can I try?”
- >”Sure!” Bubble says, before opening his mouth.
- >You stick your fingers down the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex
- >And vomit all over his face
- >He screams out in panic and terror as the acidic contents of your stomach eat away at his eyes and mouth
- >Bubble runs to the bathroom, bits of sweetcorn stuck to his mane, before turning the taps on and shoving his head under, all the while moaning pitifully
- “Soooo … Does this mean we won’t be getting it on tonight?” You call after him.
- >Please, just leave” he croaks out, alternating between hosing himself down and puking into the bath.
- >Today was a weird day, you had to admit
- [spoiler]I’m sorry.[/spoiler]