More than just a "barf bag" contest

The temperature, just like how it usually would be on those flat fields, filled with the almost always fresh green grass, alongside it having so little trees and bushes around, couldn't be described by her using any fancy words. She couldn't call the temperature "fabulous", because nothing special or beautiful was worthy being called that in her eyes. Another word, that she couldn't use was it being "hot", because it wasn't even hot at all — it was rather "warm", but not too much to feel her entire body melting into a pile of liquid. Could it be called "warm"? Well, from one side it wasn't cold, where she would feel the need to wear clothes, just to keep her body temperature in check. At the same time, though, there wasn't a thing, that deserved to be called such way.

Well, some could argue, that Firey could be called "hot", because of him literally being a flameball, constantly being too warm for others' good. However, he wasn't… He wasn't, well, something inanimate — he was a literal living… Living…

Ughh! Firey, even thinking about a boy, like him, for less than a second were already making her organs feel like they were fighting to release all the food she ate before the day even starter! It was just something automatic — whenever she thought about any "boy", she felt like her organs were crawling out of her body. They didn't deserve the title of being called "hot" by her, at all!

Although, the flame was, indeed, "hot"… She didn't want to use such word to describe him. That didn't fit him at all, it was like trying to compliment him, and she wasn't going for that! As he wasn't a hot girl, that could make everyone love him, even her thinking about such possibility was making her want to barf, but a burning mess.

A literal burning mess!

A mess!

That was all he was — as no one really liked him, because who would want to hang around a literal flameball? Leafy wouldn't! Ice Cube wouldn't! Flower, even though she wasn't competing any more, wouldn't!

And certainly she, the most beautiful no. 2 orange pencil wouldn't! Neither would be her alliance, which included Match and Bubble… Match was her best, best friend ever since they were little kids. Not only did they go to the same schools together, were in the same class, would always try to help with homework, would do all those school activities, such as joining the fashionista club back in middle school, but also they would always rely on each other under various circumstances.

No matter what.

She was a close friend, a great friend even. The matchstick would never do anything, that would make her rethink her own choices, other than popping the little bubble one time during the tests. There was, however, a period of time, where she literally was forced to be separated from Match — and it was all during her late high school years. And it was all the fault to those… Those male professors!

They couldn't see her greatness!

Her thought-process entirely!

Her ideas sprouting everywhere, that she had to put it on her paper to show the world!

Well, the entire high school, but that didn't matter!

What did she do in exchange? Being forced to repeat her last year again!

It was just… Just so unfairly, so wrong to the point, where she was begging them to let her pass! She couldn't just stay there for more than one day! She couldn't!

Yet, her pleads didn't work and instead she had to repeat the whole year. Those were her miserable days, that would become months, that would turn into years. All without Match by her side, as she passed the last year. The agony wouldn't last forever, though, as she would meet a beautiful, young, friendly little girl, that just started her first year of high school.

Bubble.

Their meeting was something else, for her at least. It was at the entrance of school, with her starting her "fixing year", as she would call it. The "fixing year" would often start a bit later than how normal school years began for others, which made sense, as there had to be preparations for her and other "failures", as that was how she called herself and others, who didn't pass the class, to begin their renewed education. As she was about to enter the school, her eyes suddenly noticed the little bubble with a little dark blue backpack. It even had a pink five-petaled flower on its higher part! It was so cute!

The best part of it all? Bubble noticed her! Not just that, but she talked to her first!

First!

Not her, but the little bubble started their first ever conversation. Obviously, she couldn't tell the whole truth regarding how she was treated by those ugly, bossy male teachers! They literally hated her for no reason, although just mindlessly spewing all the boiled hatred for them would, for sure, make that little, little girl not want to be around her. She couldn't have afforded that, so she resorted to showing herself in the best light at possible. No, it wasn't her saying all the best things about herself, downplaying her flaws, presenting herself as another "newcomer", as that was how every new students at that high school were called, like her.

No, she had to show herself in a pitiful way. Telling the sweet, sweet truth, but avoiding all the details. The details, that were the reason, why she was even in such situation in the very first place. That was why she told Bubble about how she failed her "high school year", how she had to repeat it constantly, how she doubted herself, calling herself mean names, like "high school failure". Basically anything, that could sprout instant sympathy from such a newcomer, like the little bubble was at the time.

And it worked flawlessly. Without question, that little bubble hugged her, comforting her. Her comforting words, encouraging her to believe in herself more and that she was going to pass her "high school year". It was quite neat seeing how Bubble was completely unaware about what "high school year" she was referring to! She never ever questioned it.

Never tried to ask her questions about what subjects she failed.

Never tried to ask her what year she was ever trying to pass, to "fix herself" by doing so, as she said in their first ever meeting!

Even, after she spent literal years with her, the question of what class she was even "trying to pass" never came to the mind of that little bubble! How ironic!

Oh, it was so astonishing, how both of them bounded over the insecurities they both had! It happened so quickly, with them being strangers at first and then, soon enough, they were already super best friends by the end of the first week! Not just that, but she would constantly get herself in trouble to even be able to have a way to see her. Yes, getting detention was a problem for most of troublemaking classmates, but for her?

A blessing from Heavens!

Not to mention how incompetent the detention "teacher" was! Constantly making them either watch a couple of episodes of various shows, mainly anime, giving them a worksheet to fulfill or giving them a small chit chat about their behaviour and then — just leaving the room! Of course, most of those troublemakers, who often happened to be boys in her eyes, would not dare to leave the room, but her? She was braver than her, so of course she would leave the room through the window, not even caring about the shows the "teacher" put on the small television, not even caring about the worksheet!

As all she cared about was to get to her little bubbling best friend, so they could have a conversation. Most of which revolved around her complimenting Bubble, while also showing how she thought about herself. Basically becoming as vulnerable as she would become around Match, whenever she felt bad about herself.

Just as expected, the little friend of hers would always come there to comfort her, giving her a hug, telling her how she was going to pass her "high school year", how she was going to pass all those classes she failed. It was so, so cute of her. Having no clue about everything, yet caring about her. Soon enough, they would meet after school, with the conversations moving from her to the "newcomer", the sweet little newcomer.

To be honest, their talks stopped revolving around her, the failure of a high schooler, and the focus shifted towards the interests and problems of the little bubble friend. It wasn't just her learning about all those problems she had with her own future — thinking about choosing either a scientist path or the path within medical field. While… While she wasn't the best person to talk about such dilemnas, she would always try to make sure her little friend was feeling better, that she wasn't alone with such troubles. It seemed like, that those choice between a career were the only problems she had, though.

Unlike her, who was dealing with a lot of them in her entire life, especially with her having no Match behind her back. At least, she made another best friend, right?

The problem was, that…

She couldn't call that sweet little bubble her "best friend". She always avoided saying such phrase in her own mind, always using other ways to call the relationship she formed with her. The relationship, that she herself created from all those years of manipulation friendship, all those years of getting to know her, getting her to know about her as well. Whenever she had to refer to just her… Her interest feelings about Bubble, she always used innocent phrases, like "little bubble", "sweetie", "good girl"… The last one she never really used around anyone, not even around the matchstick. Those two words were… Were only reserved for the things she did with her sweet bubble. They didn't belong to the category, that the show she competed on would allow for the whole public to see, to put it lightly.

Those were private moments between her and little bubble, and just between two of them. No one couldn't know about them. No one, not even Match, who was her closest friend, not even that stupid alternate Ice Cube, not even that host… Oh, just thinking about what that weirdly ugly speaker box would do to her if he learnt about everything…

About how she had such interest in Bubble, ever since she created that connection with her, he would definitely… That weird speaker box would definitely do something to her — either disqualify her or worse — call the police!

Wait, that sounded like she actually did something bad. Something deserving such punishment. It sounded completely off the rails, if she had to be honest — as she didn't do anything like that of sort! Though, the interest regarding Bubble wasn't the natural friendly one. It was more than that.

Whenever she would come back home, her mind would be bombarded with all those thoughts of such little bubble doing everything with her. Those actions were quite innocent at first, as they portrayed their thing as her relationship between her and the beige matchstick, as in going shopping, eating ice creams, listening to birds' singing at night, having sleepovers and much, much more. It wasn't, until they started to get more… More…

Lewd

Pleasuring, to say the least. It wasn't like the first time it happened, as she had those thoughts regarding Match before, they even did do the deal during their summer. It was pleasuring, and yet it wasn't as lewd pleasuring as those fantasies thoughts she had about the little bubble. Worst of all or rather, oh, how could she even call them? Least bad? Yes, least bad of all? They all revolved around little bubble being literally submissive doing anything she really wanted to do — letting her touch her… In such places, letting herself being massaged in such way, that involved stimulation anything above all the things, that were considered to be platonic.

Those… Those were all weird, all unnatural thoughts, that she… She had for the "newcomer" of her high school, for someone, who… Who wasn't around her age! They were so… So odd, so weird for her to even have in her own little mind, to the point, where she felt like…

Something was wrong with her.

Wait, wrong with her? That… That always seemed so impossible! She couldn't never, ever have anything wrong with her own mind! Of course, what she thought about the little, little absolute sweetheart of a bubble couldn't be considered normal by most… Most people, she wasn't like all those men!

As men were always much worse than women! A man would immediately pop poor Bubble immediately and for hours, even put a bunch of thumbpacks within her recovery center just to watch her pop a lot of times. Such a cruel way! Not to mention traumatising her!

Her, however?

All she did for Bubble…

All she could do for her…

Were done for the best interest for her! All those things she did for Bubble… For her little sweetheart…

Were done for her.

Not for selfish pleasure for seeing her in pain, not for her own satisfaction though, it was partially true, not for anything at all! It was all done for her own sefless way to make her feel better!

Especially during all those high school years!

That was her main reason for staying at high school for much, much longer than an average person — it was to watch little bubble's grownth in real time! Being there for her, giving her a… A relaxing time, yeah! Helping her with her own thoughts, worries…

While receiving praise for her and pity about her own current situation!

Was it weird for her to, purposely, fail all her exams, just so she could be with her little bubble up until her last year?

For her… It was something normal, because that was what Match would do the same, right?

If Match, however, would do the same for her, then why didn't she do that? Why didn't she stay with her?

Oh, yeah, she passed all her exams and managed to go for nice college. That happened. While she was left alone, rotting in such dreadful high school full of those disgusting, smelly men! At least her little bubble… Her…

All those thoughts she had for her, no matter how unhinged, how lewdful pleasuring they were, did make her want to spend time at the little bubble's house… With her even meeting Bubble's parents and her older brother! Such friendly folks, despite two of them being men!

However, she didn't just visit Bubble's house to look at the beauty of it. She wanted to see her room, to be there with her. Alone. It did happen and…

And then… She…

She…

Pushed…

Bubble…

To…

Her-

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The very familiar warm feeling crawled across her body, making her all feel hot… It wasn't the temperature's fault, as from what she knew, it was pretty lukewarm, just perfect for a contest to happen. Although, she wasn't really focused on that aspect, after how she already finished her part of the contest — the Barf Bag contest. It was quite gross if she had to be honest. She meant, it wasn't gross at the beginning, because the "vomit" was practically just coloured water, which she appreciated it a little for the speaker box, that he clearly cared for them all not to just make them literally standing on white circle-shape platform.

Then, there was Rocky. He had to barf into that water, turning it into a gross waves of literal barf! Gross! Totally gross!

GROSSS!

Her mind, however, stopped focusing on what happened that day. While, yes, she still felt disgusted about the entire thing, her own body felt so warm, so hot. It was almost burning her, despite the temperature being nothing more, than just being warmish. It felt so frustrating for her, because all she thought about was the past with the little bubble!

While it did… Reach "that" arena, in which she and her did or rather she forced Bubble the thing on the little bubble's bed, leaving a bit of the mess, she wasn't expecting such a reaction to occur. Worst of all? It wasn't the first time her memories led her to be in such situation, where she felt intense need for pleasure.

It kept happening ever since the relationship between her and Bubble started to grow more and more each passing day, especially after their little… Thing, that just happened between them that day. Not only did it increase the fantasies~thoughts regarding her little bubbly "friend", but also made her feel increasibly annoyed with how things were at that point regarding herself.

How was she literally crawling for such fantasies thoughts to be real.

How was she begging for them to be real.

And she… Enjoyed Liked them all, which had to be evident with her own actions. They were just thoughts, right? They didn't had to happen!

They could just stay in her own head, stay there up until the end of time, so that she wouldn't do those things…

Although… She did make them into reality.

She…

Made them all into reality because of how much of a bad person she-

As her eyes looked down to her pointy bottom, she noticed a weird, orangish substance already getting out of her… Her… How should she even call it?

Wait, she wasn't a kid, she could say what exactly was the thing!

Located between her dark as night graphite and her orange body, there was a part, that only would appear, whenever she was feeling that type of hotness. The type caused by all those thoughts revolving around such sexual fantasies thoughts. All because of her meeting her sweet bubble, all because of those pent up desires feelings she had. Before that, the feelings and exposure would be rare, even so with her mostly thinking about Match and doing the thing again sometime soon. In spite of the fact, that they weren't lovers or partners or anything like that.

Just being two best friends, though she would get obviously jealous, whenever Match even considered the idea of being friends with boys. As she hated the idea of her perfect beige matchstick literally wasting her time around those gross boys! All boys were gross!

Her part was already pulsating, the vaginal folds, as she wasn't afraid of calling things like that, were slightly opened, with a liquid already dripping down. Just noticing the state of her genitalia, she put her paw on there, trying so much in her willpower to hide it. At least, she hid it…

What if someone did see it? What if those gross boys saw it and desired her very own body? The thought alone made her body tremble, as she glanced, firstly over the rest of the contestants, that were preparing tacos.

They were still busy, focused on preparing food for all the previously eliminated contestants. Good. Perfect, even! At that moment, a thought about Match appeared. Oh, what was she doing at that point?

Probably being bored in that grey box, obviously! No, it wasn't "probably" case, it was a definient case! Her best friend was definitely so bored in that box, being unable to leave at all! It was so horrible to think about it…

Focusing on Match wasn't the best option, however, as her eyes glanced over the others. The ones, that already dealt with the disastrous barf bag contest — the first part of that day's challenge. All her eyes noticed how Rocky was just smiling around, probably thinking of all those ugly schemes he could put on others.

Blocky, a murderer, that thought torturing others and putting them through his "pranks" was the funniest thing in the entire Goiky, was just reading a book. She couldn't read the title, but definitely it was revolving around pranks.

Ice Cube? That garbage "alternate" to Match was daring to… To talk to her little bubble? At least, it was somewhat better than staring at her private part, lusting over it. Though, that transparent ice cube daring to even have a conversation with her… her bubble was just bad enough!

She had to intervene! And get out of there, before the contest's over! As she had to find a way to get rid of such warm feeling, and Bubble had to-

Wait…

Why she had to always rely on Bubble? Why couldn't she just leave, before anyone notices, touch herself and then — come back, like nothing happened? It's not like anyone was paying attention to her at that moment! She could simply leave!

Besides…

Would Bubble even want this?

Obviously, she would want that! She always wanted to do all those things with her, whenever there was a time for that! From going to the abandoned hallways deep within high school, having their moments in her little bubble's bedroom and…

'But… Did Bubble want to do all those things?', she questioned herself within her own mind, feeling inner fear about the possibility of doing something bad, 'N-no… I couldn't be a bad… Bad girl! There are… No bad girls! Only men!', she denied it.

As she wasn't a man. Only a girl.

A girl, that had a messed up high school tyears, dealing with all the problems related to boys wanting her for one reason or another in reality, they were just wanting to befriend her, all smelling like freshly buried corpses in the cementery they didn't smell that badly and… And just everything about them screamed like they were about to do something awful! Her, though?

She couldn't have forced Bubble onto herself! While, yes, she was a bit too eager at times, everything was completely fine! At times, a part of her was making her question… Question, if what was she doing to her little bubble was…

Actually right…?

Like, was Bubble actually giving her active consent for all those actions? Or was she just doing her actions because of a mix between fear, confusion and trusting her, the older one? Maybe she did something bad, maybe she shouldn't have forced her threw her onto the bed and do those things-

She shook her head mentally.

No, she wasn't a bad person! The things, sure, could be questionable for those, who had no clue about her relationship with little bubble, but for her? For her, it was perfect! They weren't dating, obviously, but she couldn't call the relationship just a normal friendship.

It was something else, something much warmer, but thicker than friendship.

What it could be?

Searching for such answer wasn't needed at that moment, as she had to finally do the move to Bubble. Order Tell her to stop talking to Ice Cube the garbage, get her out of her way, bring her little bubble somewhere more private and then… The rest would be obvious already, for both of them.

The conversation, that was happening between two transparent objects wasn't really interesting for her. From her perspective, she couldn't really understand the context about how it even started in the first place, possibly due to being in her own mental world of past memories and experiences. There was, however, something she could understand — what they were talking about.

They all seemed to be invested in it.

"Boit I thoight Foirey was the foistest!", her little bubble spoke, uncertain about a fact.

"While you're right, Bubble, about Firey being the fastest out of everyone else, he's only counting, when we count objects like him", Ice Cube answered happily, "If we don't count him, then Needle is the fastest!"

Bubble giggled. Oh, how cute… How cute her noises were!

Wait, she couldn't think that much about her noises! Already she was struggling to hide her private part, she couldn't struggle any more! As she could literally-

"Yoih! Moikes sense to moi!", her little friend responded.

Hearing her voice more, it caused her private part to twitch. It was quite painful, possible due to how much she was holding herself away from just jumping onto Bubble doing anything to her own friend. In front of others! She had to keep herself together.

It was clear, that her little friend was enjoying the conversation she had with Ice Cube, an alternate. Maybe she should…

Maybe she should actually do it alone? Just sneak out, touch herself, while letting her fantasies take over her own mind? While Bubble could enjoy her little talk with her own friend?

She could… However, a large part of her didn't want to do it alone! Not only it would be so boring, just her and her alone, hiding in the bushes, touching herself… While Bubble, oh, her little bubble was having a conversation, with… With Ice Cube, out of all people! Well, at least she was a woman, so it wasn't as bad as her having a potential conversation with a boy. As that'd be just a betrayal on Bubble's part! A total betrayal of their mutual trust!

Still, she really wanted to do that thing with her little bubble — they always did it together! It was so fun and relaxing for both of them! Though, was Bubble really wanting to do that? Maybe she wanted to do something else? Like talking to Ice Cube?

Thinking about that possibility made her shake a bit. What if her little bubble never really wanted the entire thing? What if she was… Was… Always forced by her? Not just because of how their first time happened all because of her overwhelming fantasies thoughts taking over, but because of how cute, how innocent Bubble looked…

And how she wanted to… To have that part of her, that wasn't as innocent as her whole appearance was. That lower part, just… Just being all hidden, all hidden underneath her body.

Her own desires felt overwhelming to the point, where she was all hungry for that… Just like at that moment, barely holding herself together, before she would just do it in front of everyone.

That'd be bad.

Really, really bad.

A catastrophe for her, basically!

Bubble…

Her little, little sweet Bubble… No, she probably didn't want that at that point — she was all giggling and laughing… And talking…

Oh her tree! It was so arousing sweet… So lewd pleasuring, to the point, where her paw felt already wet from all the fluids, that were getting out of her private part. Her genitalia. Her thoughts, her focus on Bubble was getting to her, all while she had her own inner conflict about the right of her own actions towards her!

Maybe… Maybe she should just get out, while everyone else was busy with their stuff, to get rid of that warm feeling down there?

What about Bubble, though? Maybe she wanted it as well? Wait, did she even enjoy all those times they were doing it? From one side, she wasn't saying anything about being against it, even during their first time ever. It was really sweet, sickly sweet even, for her to just let herself be pleasured, be touched there and there. It showed a lot of control she had over Bubble trust they mutually shared together.

From another side, that was less optimistic about the whole thing, it was just… Sometimes odd? Like, she was making noises, those cute sweet, sweet little noises, that were arousing great for her to listen to. Like a forbidden music box. However, there was no talk from her! No "keep going!", no thanks from her! No words about how great it was! Nothing! As if she wasn't exactly…

There?

No, that didn't make sense! Obviously, her little bubble was just making sure she wouldn't make things awkward between them! Maybe even feeling ashamed? That had to be the answer, because there was no way it had to be due to something else!

Besides…

Those senseless conflicts within her mind, all regarding if she should or shouldn't involve Bubble in her getting rid of that warm feeling… Her paw was already getting so sticky and dirty from the liquid.

Ughh…

She needed to get her sweet bubble involved already! It was taking too long, and for what? For her getting all conflicted about the sense of involving her in her own antics? For her being unsure if she enjoyed all those moments together?

The little bubble had to be enjoying all those moments together! She just had to! Literally! There was no point in arguing with herself any more — she was going with it.

Whether Bubble liked it or not.

Her eyes glanced over the pair of two transparent objects together. The giggling coming from her sweet bubble indicated, that the ice cube told a joke to her. What the joke was or the content of it wasn't important for her, as it wasn't what she was going for. Then, she cleared her throat, trying to get attention from both of them.

As it was unavoidable, that she would gain the attention of Ice Cube. That garbage alternate to Match! If only her best friend was still in the game… Curse the voters for her elimination! Before she could let her mind grief over the matchstick being stuck in the grey box, alongside other eliminated contestants, both the little bubble and the garbage ice cube stopped talking.

Both of them glanced over her. Focusing on her face, hopefully, and not on her having her own paw hiding her genitalia.

"Poincil? Whoit's wrong?", Bubble asked, looking concerned.

Ice Cube just stared at her. It wasn't helping her getting courage to get to the point, at all! Just making it more difficult. If only she wasn't there, at all! If only she was just alone with her little sweetheart, without that garbage ice cube being there! It'd be so much easier to say anything! Preferably, it'd be just grabbing Bubble somewhere away from the rest and then forcing her asking her to lick her pussy clean.

Mmmm…

Just thinking about that made her feel the need to do it, to get over it. Not yet, though. She couldn't just do it. She should just… Try to say something first? Yes, she should do it. Definitely.

"Well… Everyone's so busy, you know?", yes, perfect start, she even sounded confident in herself, "We're just standing there, waiting for those losers", she glanced over the five other people making the food, "are making food! It's so boring and-"

"What?", Ice Cube seemed confused, "Losers? We don't know, if they lost-"

"Shhhhhhh!", she "shushed" her, putting her other paw onto the transparent cube's mouth. It was cold. Like her body and her personality, "Anyway, and I thought about… Doing something entertaining!", she enthusiastically shouted, glancing over Bubble.

The expression on her little bubble's face was painted with an expression, that looked like she was confused, but also had the light blue blush on her face? Though, she wasn't having the same problem as she was having, as her private part wasn't out at all. So, what was she even… Thinking?

"… Whoit it'd be, Poncil?", she asked her innocently, as if she was unaware of what she meant.

"Yeah! Are we going to play catch again?!", the ice cube, who unfortunately had to be there as well, asked, all curious.

The orange pencil glanced over her, disappointment clearly being an expression on her face.

"No! We're not doing it! Not after you showed to be garbage at that!", she declared decisively.

Oh, maybe she shouldn't have said that, because now that transparent cube appeared to be angered due to her comment. Uh, oh! Quick, she had to think about something!

"Because, to be honest, you're bad at it!", she shouted, "You can't catch the ball at all! Even with your tiny little legs!", her comment caused Ice Cube to look at her own legs and then — at her.

Once more.

"I don't have arms!", the cube shouted, "How can I even-"

"You could use, I don't know, your mouth!", she suggested, a bit sarcastically, but there was some truth to it.

Because if Ice Cube really wanted to catch that ball, she could've always used her mouth! She had teeth, right? So, she could use them, too! Obviously, they weren't fangs, like how Snowball, that dumb pile of snow, had them! So, she wouldn't even pop the ball at all!

"But, but-", oh, now Ice Cube was already struggling with her response! It was her time to finally…

"Besides, I wasn't even going to invite you, anyway!", as she declared proudly, the transparent cube's mouth, metaphorically, felt onto the ground, her eyes widened absurdly.

That garbage Ice Cube, that dared to ask to be a part of the alliance all while ago, was absolutely shocked!

No, that didn't seem to completely describe the possible feeling the cube felt. She was shattered. Metaphorically, of course, but still, shattered.

Out of shock.

Bubble, on the other side? Her little, little sweetheart didn't seem to have a huge reaction by hearing it. She didn't seem to be shattered and shocked at the same time, like that garbage "alternate" to Match in that alliance. However, she wasn't happy either. Her expression seemed to show… Disappointment? Sadness? Confusion? It was irredeable for her, she couldn't exactly guess what was her bubble thinking, but if anything, it wasn't exactly a positive one. It felt as if she…

She didn't want to do the whole thing? As if she wanted to do something else? Maybe, maybe she truly should just abandon the idea all together, because of how it was clear… As clear as the cleanest water in the entire Goiky, that her little bubble…

No! Stop! Stop believing into it! She definitely wanted it! She really, really wanted it! It's just all the anxiety and nervousness about another time!

Yes, that was-

"Y-you weren't going to invite me?", suddenly, Ice Cube's voice brought the orange pencil back from her own mental world. With the voice being so pitiful, that it irritated her, rathern than showing any sort of pity.

Because…

What was there to pity?

Nothing.

"Yes!", she bluntly answered, "And before you open your mouth, once more", she commented, noticing how the icy cube wanted to say something, only to be stopped before even doing it, "I said it all because of how you… You talked to Bubble!", awkwardly, she finished her thought process.

Although, barely. Almost revealing her truest feelings about how she was spending her time with Bubble. As if Bubble could have…

'That's ridiculous, as I must be her only important person!', she thought to herself.

Then, she noticed how Bubble seemed to be… Embarrassed? Probably due to being caught talking to Ice Cube, an "alternate" to Match? Someone, who was literal garbage?

Yeah, probably due to it.

"I moint… I moint, we just toilked aboit-"

"Oh, Bubble!', she got closer to her little bubble, touching her head softly, "I'm not mad about it!", she reassured her, "It's just… We both need some relaxing time, alone from all others, right?", she questioned.

Bubble didn't respond, nervously looking at Ice Cube.

As if she was-

"And despite Ice Cube not being allowed to be there, it doesn't mean she's less worth than-"

"You called me a garbage!", Ice Cube interjected scornfully, "All because I couldn't-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know, but other than that, you're a good person!", she quickly responded, trying to get on her good side, "It's just, we all miss Match and… And I said it all due to really missing her and, and you know, you see-"

"Just because Match's gone doesn't mean I deserved to be called that!", the sour tone of Ice Cube's voice made it clear, that she wasn't buying it at all.

It wasn't going according to her plan! She had to resort to something else… Ahhh, her genitalia was demanding the pleasure! If only she could…

Then, she smiled smugly, all while glancing at Ice Cube.

"Well, you can be mad all you want", she declared confidently, "It doesn't matter, as Bubble and I are going to be so relaxed! Right, Bubble?", her sight looked over the blue bubble, with her being so nervous.

She could even feel her trembling. How cute!

"Riight Bubble?", she asked, while her teeth were closed. All smiling.

"I-"

"Pencil!", oh, could that Ice Cube stop interrupting them?!, "Bubble clearly doesn't want to do whatever you want to do!", she concluded…

How…

How dared she!

"You don't know anything about us!", she defended herself as quickly as possible, while at the same time using only one paw, as the other was still hiding her visible genitalia, to grab little bubble's paw, "You know nothing!", she almost shouted, only to remember how the contest was still going.

Quickly, she glanced over the losers, who were making tacos. It appeared, that they were still making them.

Great.

Then, she glanced over to others. Blocky was still reading that book. Amazing! Rocky… Still playing in his barf.

Disgusting, but good! At least…

No one else was involved in that situation! No one else!

Her sight landed onto Ice Cube, once more. At the same time, she was slowly pulling Bubble away from that cube-shaped ice, slowly going away from her. Slowly.

"What? What are you talking about, Pencil?", she questioned her.

Could she just shut up?!

"I said you know nothing about us!", she repeated, that time not holding back at the volume of her voice, "You're just assuming things based on what you see and not what is actually the reality! You're so selfish, Ice Cube!", she could tell, that her tone of her voice was harsh.

It was necessary to make it that way. She had to make sure, that… That garbage Ice Cube would know some manners and wouldn't decide to follow them… Or just assume correctly wrongly about everything!

"Look, Pencil", it seemed like even her harsh tone couldn't shut her up, as that cube still talked, "I might not know about the depths of your relationship or whatever, but I just know, that Bubble is clearly uncomfortable with what you're doing! Just look at her!", she tried to point at the transparent bubble's expression.

It was still showing anxiety and nervousness. It was still the same, but she was blushing a lot. Oh, she was so ready for their little fun! If only that trashy Ice Cube could just leave them alone and just… Just…

"Bubble is clearly going to enjoy it!", she yelled back, as she started to walk away faster, taking her little sweetheart with her.

That was the moment, where Ice Cube… Clearly realised, that they were getting away from her. As she her eyes widened, once more. Out of shock, that it was happening.

"What does it mean?! And… Hey! Don't you dare leavi-"

"Don't you dare follow us or… Or I will shatter you!", she threatened.

Immediately, she could see how Ice Cube backed off from them. Shaking and trembling from fear of suffering the fate of being shattered. It was probably all due to how she was, often, the victim of those merciless pranks done by that red gross block!

"And whatever we're doing is none of your bussiness!", she added harshly, as both her and her little bubble were getting away and away from her.

~~~

Finally!

She managed to lose… To lose that ugly Ice Cube from her back! Making sure, that it was, indeed, correct, she looked back. The cube wasn't following them, or rather — her, as she was basically dragging Bubble somewhere safe. Somewhere, that should have some trees or bushes, preferably the ones with lots of leaves, that could help them both feel more…

Secure?

Yes, that was that word she was looking for! Alongside the word "private", as no one was going to interrupt them. It was going to just be two of them!

Just her and her little sweetheart! Doing all those things she could dream of!

For the sake of pleasure! Of that sweet, sweet pleasure!

It was so exciting for her to the point, where she was about to reveal her private part. It wasn't like anyone else, other than Bubble, would see it — no one was following them and… And her little sweetheart saw that body part a lot of times, whenever they were doing it! It wasn't anything new for both of them, although the "reveal" didn't happen only because of her noticing the mood of her special interest. Still hiding her "hurting" private part, that demanded to be pleasured already, her sight focused on the little bubble. They were both next to each other, with her still holding her paw.

Not as tightly as how she would usually hold her paw, but still strong enough, so she wouldn't…

Get away from her?

Go somewhere else? What? What was she even thinking? Of course, her little bubble wouldn't even dare to get away from her try to go… Somewhere else? If she really wanted to do something else, as in still talk to Ice Cube or play games or even watch all those losers making those disgusting tacos, then she would tell her!

Though, why was she so silent and looking down? Maybe… She was a bit too-

"I doin't like how you toilked to Icy, Poincil", the sudden voice, that sweet, sweet voice, of her little bubble spoke. Full of anxiety and full of nervousness.

She sighed.

Maybe, truly… She went a bit too far with her literally being so mean to Ice Cube? It's not like she had any other choice! That cube would've followed them had she not be that harsh!

At the same time…

"Look, Bubble", she spoke, "Maybe… Maybe I did go too far on her", she acknowledged, "Maybe I shouldn't have yelled at her and say all those things…", as she went on, she could see her sweetheart slowly glancing over her.

"Definitely… Ice Cube is our froind!", Bubble added, "And… And it wois too moich for me…", oh, poor her. Just seeing her that way was making her little heart inside her wooden body ache.

Oh, how dared she hurt her feelings! Oh, how dared she!

"Again, I'm… Sorry, okay?", she apologised, all, while her paw, that had been hiding her private part was already so wet from all those fluids, "I didn't mean to hurt you or Icy's feelings. It's just-"

"I knoiw, Poincil", the blue bubble bluntly spoke, "I knoiw…", the tone, that she used to confirm she knew what both of them were going to do was…

Sad? Gloomy? Shocked?

Something else?

The wooden pencil was unsure what it could be. It was just… Confusing, really. Definitely, her little sweetheart wanted it. She wanted to be pleasured, she wanted to help her.

To help her with her little, um, "problem", that had been bothering her for a while. It's wasn't like she was forcing her little bubble to do all those things, at all! It was clear, that the warm feeling was also bothering her as much as it had been bothering her! It had to be, despite the fact, that she couldn't even smell the scent of her liquid.

Or see her private part.

The little bubble blushed, though, which was enough for her to accept it as a "yes" for her. A yes, for them to do it… To finally do it! To finally have that passionate moment between them, where they'd be relaxed afterwards.

Just like all those times in the past!

Even then, she could tell how Bubble's current mood was. It was ruined all because of that cube having to keep putting her nonexistent nose into everything! Just like how she had to all make them fall from the balance beam! Not jut her, but her little bubble, Match and herself! How stupid piece of ice she was! Yet, Bubble cared about her, so she had to keep pretending to, at least, tolerate Icy's existence.

Yes, just do it.

"Icy is still a good person!", she exclaimed, desperately trying to get Bubble on, at least, a bit of better mood, "As I said before. We should just, you know, try to play a game, in which she can play as well", she continued.

"I knoiw…", Bubble replied, still looking gloomy.

"Besides, she could always learn to catch the ball with her legs! Or her mouth! Or-"

"I… I knoiw!", her little bubble interjected her, "It's… It's… She's going to goit revenge on us! As she almoist always dois!", she explained.

At first, she wanted to argue against it, because of how the cube seemed to be weak. She was easily breakable if something as heavy as a metal was about to land on her, easily flammeable, as she melted literally in a fire. It appeared, as she was too weak to get any sort of strong come back at them or rather — at her for her behaviour towards her. Then, she remembered how she literally let her, Match, her little bubble and others she didn't care about fall from the cliff all because of her personal grudge against… Leafy?

Probably, it was against Leafy.

It was clear she shouldn't easily underestimate the cube made of ice's pettiness for her own personal revenges.

She sighed, again.

"Well, then… I could always try to make up with her, you know?", she argued, desperately trying to make things right, "I could always help her with catching a ball or even apologise for calling her garbage! What do you think?", she asked, as her paw, that previously held her little bubble's paw, started to pet little bubble's head.

Causing her to yelp.

That was one of the cutest noises she could ever hear in her entire life! The blush, that wasn't as visible as before, appeared much stronger. Taking the colour of a shade of red. That was what she could see, at least.

Her little bubble, on the other hand, also blushed a bit more. Possibly, due to the sudden touch on her head, the sudden "petting" there. Her emotion, from what she could read on her face, appeared to improve. A bit, but still it improved even though it basically stayed the same, as Bubble just looked so awkward.

"I… I thoink it's woirth a shoit…", her little bubble agreed! Yes, finally!

That was the answer she was waiting for! A beautiful answer!

"Mmm… Good girl", she complimented her, calling her the name she would only use, whenever they were alone.

Whenever…

They were…

Wait? Were they-

Her eyes looked around the area they all found themselves in. Not only it was as clear as the sky on that specific day, that no one else, other than her and her sweetheart were present, but also it was far away from the contest place. Sure, it was still the same green fields. There were some new things to the same, boring plains of grass, such as there being bushes around the place. Some were small, others — bigger, but still not enough for them to hide behind to start their "fun activity". One specific characteristic was, that they weren't naked or half-naked. They were all literally full of leaves, making it have sense, as it was already March. Spring was about to happen at any moment. Not to mention, how Goiky could have bizarre climate — one time it could snow, another time — it would be as warm as during the hottest Summer. It was unpredictable. Besides the bushes, there were trees as well. From the colour of their branches it was clear, that they were birch trees. Which added some uniqueness to boring oak trees, that she would see almost everywhere in that area.

The best part of it?

No one else was there!

No one!

Just her and her sweetheart!

With the view being a bit more unique, than anything she had seen before, it added some… Positive vibes to the actions, that would soon take place? Yes, definitely. While the bad thing was, that no bush was large enough for them to hide behind and do it there, at least she could do it alone. With no shame whatsoever, that someone could catch her having such moment with her little sweetheart!

She could do it right there and…

Right now?

Yes, she could do it, but first she had to…

"Look at how beautiful that place is!", she tried to get Bubble's attention to the place, "Look!", she encouraged her further.

Her little bubble decided to look around, still having that blush on her face. Possibly, due to knowing what was going to happen? Maybe, but she could tell she did enjoy the view, as she gave a thumbs up to her. As such, she smiled back at her.

"Good girl!", she complimented her, "And do you notice how… We're the only people there?", she questioned her, as she decided to go behind her.

As if it was destined to happen, Bubble turned to her, a bit… Taken off? She couldn't tell exactly, as the warmth, that was already boiling inside her body was taking over. Slowly, but still it was taking over her mind, making her overall all excited.

"Umm… Yois?", she answered, unsure.

Just at that moment, the little bubble looked down on her crotch, with her eyes widening up. Oh, so now she noticed it? Made sense, knowing how she was busy talking to that ice cube before.

"Poincil… Did you toike me here to-", just, before she could finish her sentence, the orange pencil took her other paw off her private part.

Revealing a really pulsating, wet from all the liquids coming out of the vagina. They had the orangish accent. As she sniffed her wet paw, it smelled delicious! As if it was some sort of an expensive meal from a 5-star restaurant! She even licked it a bit, which she could tell Bubble was disgusted by it. Though, she let it slide, as it was apparant, that she didn't expect it to happen so fast.

"Poincil, I thoink we shouldn't-", as her little bubble was about to talk further, she just put her paw onto her mouth.

Completely silencing her. It was obvious, that it was the anxiety talking, instead of her beloved bubble talking. That was why she didn't want to hear any sort of imaginery complaints.

"I know you're nervous my little bubble", she acknowledged, or tried to acknowledge her emotions, "I know it seems all overwhelming, but I promise you… You're going to enjoy it~", was she… Flirting Complimenting her further?

Possible.

Yes, definitely, because she needed to make a good compliment, so that her little sweetheart would feel confident enough to do what she said.

The only response, that came after, was just grunting. With more of it appearing, as she gently shoved her down on her knees pushed her down on her knees. Immediately, Bubble caught onto that and did manage to knee down, without popping. Oh, yeah, she had to be careful enough.

"Poincil, Poincil!", panickly wih anxiety, Bubble tried to protest talk, but the only reaction she had for her was to point at her pulsating, wet pussy.

"Lick", that was all she told her, still glancing onto the little bubble.

However, instead of feeling any pleasure, she felt nothing. That was weird, because she clearly told her little one, what she had to do. It irritated her, but that was fine, it happened sometimes.

"I said lick", she repeated her order guidance towards Bubble.

Still, nothing. The transparent object was just staring at the wooden pencil's vagina, with her eyes widened out of terror anxiety. It was clear she was anxious about what she had to do.

"I repeat.. I said lick!", three times a charm.

Even then, nothing happened. The irritation, mixed with both frustration about how finally, after stopping herself from literally doing it in front of others, instead of receiving such pleasuring feeling, she felt nothing at all! No pleasure! No tongue inside her pussy! Nothing! It was all Bubble senselessly starring at her genitalia, like it was a forbidden fruit!

"If you won't do what I said, then…", she really didn't want to do it, she really didn't want to.

Although, a part of her wanted to do it.

However, due to how her sweetheart was unresponsible, her impatience grew too much to the point, where she grabbed the blue transparent object.

"Whoit-!"

And then shoved her face inside her pussy. Just feeling her face that close was enough for her to feel much better, even getting a moan out of her own mouth.

"That what happens, when you don't listen to me!", she warned her, on which…

At first, she noticed how Bubble shook a lot, making a squak-like noise, which indicated how terrified nervous she was. Oh, how great, instead of just doing what she told her to do, she was just-

Then, suddenly…

Her poor wet pussy, that was already demanding anything to be used to get rid of the heart, suddenly trembled out of the sudden touch. The touch, that her sweetheart was finally doing — licking it or rather… Was she licking the clitoris at first? As she looked closer, she could see her doing it — not only by licking it, but also moving her tongue in circles. It caused her to moan a lot in such pleasure, that was so deserved. Despite the earlier attempts at stopping the entire thing dealing it for some time, whenever she finally listened to her, she was doing the greatest job she could do.

Her tongue was literally dancing around the wooden pencil's clitoris, going in circles, even making small "kisses" on it. It was so cute!

"Ohhh myyyy treee~", she moaned due to the extreme pleasure she felt from every little action, "Good girl! Good girl! GOOD GIRL~!", she complimented her, not caring, that she was literally shouting so loudly.

As no one else was there.

No one would interrupt them at all!

She could moan at any volume as she wanted to! With no consequences whatsoever! At the same time, the vaginal fluids were leaking more and more, as the licking continued. It was obvious, that the liquid could help make things go much smoother, than before. Basically, a natural lubricant if someone was determined to even use such phrase. It's quite ironic, considering how she didn't really use any at any moment, whenever she and her sweetheart were having such passionate time together.

Especially at their first time. She didn't bring any sort of lubricant, so the entire thing was only possible due to the fact, that their genital liquids and saliva were, basically, a natural replacement for such thing. Which was good enough for her but not for Bubble.

That was why she could already tell the liquids were doing wonders, as her little sweetheart was basically having easier time "playing" with her labia as well, licking it a lot, even trying to go inside it. Due to the lenght of her tongue, she could tell her little sweetheart was switching between labia and clitoris, once getting labia "tired and then — moving to her clitoris just to play it as much as possible.

All, while she was whimpering squaking as well. It was a music to her! A beautiful opera, even! Oh, the pleasure was so much for her, with her blush becoming so visible, that she felt so warm on her face. Basically, those were the results of it becoming so overwhelming for her.

"GOOD GIIIIIRLLLLLL~", she moaned so loudly, as she shoved Bubble deeper into her pussy, "PUT IT INSIDE, AHHHHH~", she ordered, begged, as the culmination was building up already.

As if it was magic, the blue bubble, despite groaning earlier due to the sudden force, put her tongue inside her vagina.

"OHHHH~ MYYYYY~ AHHHH~", it was enough for the wooden pencil to moan so loudly, with pre-cum already leaking, "YOU'RE DOING SO… SO WELL, MY LITTLE BUBBLE~", she complimented her, in spite of the overwhelming heat taking over her.

She could feel it. She could feel how the tongue was already touching her vaginal walls, not only doing everything in its power to pleasure her, but also, possibly, using the pre-cum to its advantage. Of course, it wouldn't reach the deepest part of her pussy, not even going to her cervix, but as long as it was pleasuring her, as long as her little bubble was submissive doing it, she wouldn't be mad. At all. It was going to go so well for her, she didn't really care about anything else in the world.

She didn't care about Icy at that moment.

About the contest.

Or about winning the titular Dream Island.

All she cared about was to reach her climax. All thanks to her little bubble! All thanks to her, who she forced to agreed to help her with her warmth problem. As she called that moment, in which she felt so, so warm, that it would reveal her pussy. Oh, the feeling of the wet tongue touching its walls was so, so delightful, so great, to the point, where she was literally shoving Bubble to get it deeper and deeper.

As long as it could be, of course.

"YES, YES…. OHHHH~!", she moaned, as she could feel the little bubble's tongue reaching her G-Spot, "T-THERE~! EX-XPLORE THE-RE~!", she barely talked, feeling overwhelmed.

At least, it was the nice version of being overwhelmed, where instead of her feeling so frustrated with the inability to get rid of that sensation, she was getting it all resolved. All thanks to such talent her little bubble had!

It was all thanks to her teaching her doing such things! Ever since they met! Ever since… They had met! It was something else, really! It was something amazing, something so relaxing! And it was all thanks to her!

All thanks to her for doing everything in her power to even make her sweetheart even capable of licking and "playing" with her pussy! Even doing more than that!

Speaking of which, the way her little sweetheart, all while whimpering making various noises, was just licking in and out her G-spot, even making, from the little she could see, her own version of "massaging", was driving her completely nuts! The liquids were all over the place, her moanings were getting more and more desperate for her climax to be achieved in the way, she wanted it to be done! Not just that, but the way her sweetheart still didn't forget about the other parts, like her clitoris, as she could see her taking it all over using just her tongue and then — planting "kisses" onto it was just…

So…

Romantic!

It was just romantic! Even though, she was unsure whether or not she truly loved Bubble, she was completely obsessed over her. Completely losing her mind over everything she did, over her own noises, her own way of speaking things…

It was so adorable.

It was so unique.

And she loved it all.

"YOU'RE… AHHHH~, YOU'RE DOING IT SOOOOOO GREEEEEAAAAATATTTTTTT~", the moaning was getting to the point, where she was just able to say only a few words, before they would be muffled by just incomprehend gibberish, being made purely from her own sounds.

Sounds of pleasure.

Suddenly, she felt how Bubble's tongue touched her G-spot, practically "massaging" it to the point, where she shoved her, one more time, into her pussy, as she felt her orgasm coming. She didn't warn her sweetheart at all, because why should she? Why should she warn her about something, that was so obvious? So obvious from her reactions, from all the moans? From everything? Her body started to shake, with her legs trembling, eyes rapidly blinking and her arms just shaking as well.

That was it.

It was coming.

"AHHHH, OHHH, GOOD GIRL~!", she barely shouted the compliment, as the orangish liquid, being her cum, was leaking out of her pussy at drastic rate.

It was almost like a fountain bursted a great haust of water onto people. It was like a mini tsunami, that wasn't as dangerous as the real deals. A lot of the liquid, which tasted delicious due to her tasting it herself, mostly splattered onto Bubble's face and her tongue. Of course, she could see her already swallowing it all and even — licking her pussy for her to eat the whole "meal", if she could even call it one. Well, at least she didn't have to force her tell her to clean her up. Such a good girl was out of Bubble!

Her climax lasted approximately around 15 seconds, up until her entire body stopped shaking. Her breathing, which was unstable during it, was stabilising itself. Her blinking rate returned to normal. She could tell, that the licking stopped, as Bubble was just blankly starring at her, being as clean as ever.

At least…

She knew how to clean properly.

No one was going to suspect a thing! No one! Not even that speaker box!

And not even that cube made out of ice!

"Mmmm… You did so well, sweetheart~", she complimented her, ~~flirting in addition, "It was… So well done~"

All Bubble did was to sight out of relief.

"I'm… Gloid", the little bubble answered, "Coin we come back…?", nervously, she asked such question.

Wait…

Already returning to others? After her just doing the entire thing to her wooden body? Without getting a "gift" from her? A "thank you" reward?

"Bubble, we don't… Have to return yet, you know?", she reassured her, while still panting from such experience.

However, it seemed to be all in vain, as the blue bubble's expression changed — from being blank to seemingly… Anxious? She couldn't really tell, she was tired from her orgasm, and yet she could still talk and think straight, at least at that moment.

"Boit why?", she questioned, "The contest won't loist forever… I'm so woirried about the results, as whoit if I'm-", all, before she could finish, the wooden pencil put her paw on her mouth.

Silencing her, once more.

"I'm sure we're going to be just fine", she reassured her, with her voice sounding as soothing as before, "Because, we all did so well during that barf bag contest… We would've lasted forever if not Rocky", when she said the name "Rocky", she felt like vomitting.

All because of how disgusting that little rock was! Hopefully, he was going home as soon as possible!

"And Blocky!", she added, as she started to rub Bubble's body, once more, in order to create fixion calm her down, "There's nothing to worry about-"

"I… I woint to believe it", she interjected her, sounding so nervous, "I'm just woirried about getting into the doinger zoine… And thoin boing inside the TLC…", oh, that…

That was quite difficult for her to just try to calm her down, try to make her unaware enough relaxed enough for the fun to continue. Because she knew, that Bubble didn't last the longest out of everyone on that white circle-shaped platform — it was all due to her giving her sweetheart a "vomit ice cream", which resulted in her falling into the vomit. Just, when she lasted 48 points! It would be such a horrible way to get eliminated if she indeed gets into the danger zone and if there were only other objects, that were liked enough, it could mean…

No…

It couldn't happen!

The viewers certainly loved her sweetheart enough to not vote for her!

As she wasn't the meanest object in the entire competition! Flower was! And Flower went home during the first ever Cake at Stake! She wasn't like Blocky, who treated everyone else as "pawns" into his cruel pranks! And certainly, she wasn't Ice Cube, who had the chances to get eliminated, had she fell into the danger zone!

Instead, Bubble was the sweetest, most fuckable loveable, the most determined person she had ever meet! Those traits were enough, in her view, for her toy ally and something more than just a friend, to stay and maybe even… Even win the Dream Island!

"And even… And even if you're in danger zone", she finally found proper words to use, "Then I doubt viewers would eliminate you. Because you're the friendliest person I've ever met! You're not only as determined as I am to win the competition, but you're friendly, when doing so!", as she reassured her, the expression on her sweetheart changed.

A little smile appeared on her face. Perfect, it worked! She had to keep going!

"You're not a mean brute, who's afraid of bugs like Flower! And certainly, you're not a red block with issues like Blocky!", she continued her little speech, "Bubble, you don't have to worry, because everyone loves you! And all it cost is…", then, she went silent.

Witnessing, how her eyes brightened from all the compliments she all threw at her. How she had such a wide smile, just by hearing, that everyone loved her. How she was just… So cute, so sweet, so sexy, to the point, where she felt a bit bad about what she was going to do.

However, her little sweetheart deserved a reward for such a great job done.

"All it coist is-", as the blue bubble questioned, suddenly the no. 2 pencil pushed her onto the ground, pinning her, "P-poincil?!", she screamed yelled, with her face being painted in terror anxiety, once more.

At that point, though, she didn't care. She didn't care about what emotion was onto her little bubble's face, as it could always be related to anxiety due to all her sudden movements. Though, it was odd, that she was still having such reactions, in spite of her doing it a lot of times. Oh, well, she wasn't going to complain at all.

"Is your love~", she de facto finished the sentence, that Bubble was "asking" for, as her eyes glanced over her transparent crotch, "Come on, Bubble, I know you want it~", as she "teased" her, her face lowered down enough for her to be near the crotch.

The private part of her little sweetheart was still hidden. In spite of all the things she had done towards her pussy, as in licking it, pleasuring it. Was it not enough for it to reveal itself? To show itself for her to do all those torturous great things towards it?

Such as licking it?

Playing with it?

Fingering it?

Apparently, it wasn't enough. Oh, well. That happened a lot of times, but she always knew how she could fix that tiny issue her sweetheart always had — not showing it at the right time. All she had to was to just…

Automatically, as if it was programmed within her wooden body, she licked the naked crotch with her tongue. Unlike, how bubbles' tongues were soft and wet, in case of objects like her it was somewhat working like a wolf tongue. It was still soft, yes, but there was a hardened part of it. A part, that wasn't as squashy as a canine tongue. It was also smooth, which she saw it as a positive trait.

As the first lick went by, she heard a loud whimper moan coming out of her little bubble's mouth. It wasn't as loud as her own moans were, but oh well, not everyone was confident about making the loudest noises. Especially since she could always be afraid of someone catching them. Of someone just watching them nearby. For her, it was impossible, as she still hadn't felt anyone else, other than her and the little bubble, being there.

It was still just her and Bubble.

Just the two of them.

It was romantic. If it was during the night, and not during the day, she could imagine how the romantic atmosphere would truly manifest itself. With the moon shining at them, giving them somewhat the imitation of having the power of moon onto themselves, making them more willing to do more than just two rounds. With the stars shining as well, it would give some light onto the place, not making it as dark as how it usually would be.

However, it was all happening during the day. She couldn't, possibly, make it a night out of nowhere. Maybe Dream Island could make it possible? Who knew?

She licked the crotch once more, that time with her sweetheart reaction being shaking. Oh, it was clear she was so excited for her prize for being such a good girl!

Then, another lick came by, that time around being way longer. Rather than being a simple "nip" onto the crotch, it was making circles around it, desperately trying to arouse the area, creating enough friction for it to finally reveal the "forbidden fruit". As that was how she would sometimes call her own genitalia. It sounded somewhat abstract, and yet it had its own little charm.

However, rather than hearing more of Bubble's noises, her eyes noticed how her sweetheart was covering her mouth in an attempt to… What? Trying to silence herself? Her noises were a music for her! An opera, even! Yet, she was trying to silence that beautiful song away?

"Don't be shy, sweetheart~", she told her, as her left paw immediately grabbed the blue object's paw and then — pulled it away, "Your noises are adorable~", she complimented her, as she, once more, lowered herself down.

Much to her surprise, she saw how the crotch area already had a visible slit in there, rather than it being invisible for the whole nonexistent crowd to see. Not to mention, how something was already leaking out of it — a little bit of fluids.

"Excited, aren't we?~", she teased her beloved, as she started to "kiss" the slit.

Unlike, how Bubble was trying to, genuinely, mimic the way the kisses would work on face, she was trying to be more… "Unique". It was more of her nibbling onto the slit, with her putting her tongue there and trying to penetrate the insides. Of course, she was careful not to go too far, as Bubble was still, well, a bubble. She could easily pop had she be reckless about it. And that would build some suspicious around her activities she had with her.

She had to be careful. Not just for her sake, but for her sweetheart's sake.

Her tongue managed to reach the inside of the slit. She felt like she was touching… Clitoris? It did feel like one, as whenever she was touching it, she could tell there was a lot more, as she felt some sort of… A clitoral hood? Yes, it had to be that. Her focus shifted onto pleasuring that part of pussy, desperately trying to force get the whole pussy out of the slit. It was never an issue for her own pussy to "reveal" itself, rather than for visible slit to appear, only for enough friction to cause it to appear further.

With her beloved, though?

It. Was. Always. A. Problem!

Always!

She always had to get her genitalia "out" of the slit, through enough friction.

She always had to generate it, rather than just go for the "meal" already.

It was all tiring, and yet she… Enjoyed it? Yes, she enjoyed it, becaue it meant, that their fun time could last a bit longer, rather than end too fast, due to her beloved orgasming. Oh, speaking of which, she would have to do something to keep her from reaching that climax a bit too early.

The noises, that were getting from her little sweetheart, were so adorable, so lewd pleasuring to listen to, to the point, where it was as clear as night, that her beloved was enjoying it. She was already enjoying it to the point, where she wasn't even trying to stop the noises. Her other paw was still free, and yet wasn't used to muffle her noises. She concluded, that she didn't have to hold her other paw "hostage", so she released her grip out of it.

As her tongue still worked out within the slit, suddenly a "pop" like noise appeared, and with that the whole genitalia was revealed.

Finally!

It was worth working for it! It was worth it all!

Apparently, her tongue was licking the whole clitoris, even trying to nibble on it as well? That was something unexpected, but how could she even know what was she doing exactly? Well, she couldn't, that was the answer. Though, with the whole pussy being all out and all the vaginal liquids dripping down from there, due to her actions, she could do more than that.

She took her tongue away from her beloved's clitoris. There was no reaction from her, though she assumed it was because she got used to it. Hopefully. Yeah.

Unlike, how her little bubble pleasured her, by just using her tongue and doing anything in her power for it to be enough to make her reach the climax, she decided it'd be too "predictable" if she did the same thing. Additionally, she was a bit worried of accidentally nibbling a bit too much onto her pussy to the point, where she'd pop. While she did pop her beloved before, it was outside of such specific circumstance.

If she did it during the entire thing, not only it would destroy the romantic mood of it, but also it would make… Make Ice Cube suspicious of their activities together, not to mention… Others would be suspicious of her, too! So, that was why she had to be extra careful with her actions.

Even then, she pulled out her two toes from her right paw. At first, she glanced over to Bubble's face, only to see how she couldn't read a single emotion out of it. Though, seeing the blueish blush on her face indicated for her, that she was enjoying every single second of it, making her smirk.

"Oh, my sweetheart, you're there for a ride~", she told her, as her sight glanced over her pussy.

Without wasting any second, she shoved her fingers within inside her vagina, causing Bubble to make a loud yelp full of pain. Not only it caused a lot of fluids to start leaking out a lot more, than before, but also her feeling like she popped something…

It couldn't be her little bubble, though. As she was still present, still lying on the soft green grass of those fields. It had to be something else, but what it could be? She was unsure about it, up until she started to analyse it more and more. The "pop" sound would only be heard, whenever she would shove her fingers inside her beloved's vagina, exploring the walls. Under any other circumstances, she wouldn't hear such noise at all. Additionally, she never ever popped her little bubble, so it couldn't be a hearing hallucination, as a sign of her fearing for Bubble's life.

The most logical explanation could be…

Her… Popping…

Bubble's…

Cherry.

No, that sounded so idiotic. It wasn't Bubble's cherry, it was Bubble's hymen. As she knew from her biology class or rather — from one of the books she had read about object biology. It was out of curiosity, rather than it being mandatory. Still, it had such an advanced level of knowledge, that she would humble herself with. According to that book, while in most of object species one's hymen wouldn't grow back, once it had been "popped" as in it had been torn apart by a foreign object, in water-based objects the hymen could actually heal a bit, so it could be popped multiple times. However, if it happened too often, the hymen would, at one point, stop healing and be in such poor state forever.

Still, just by hearing that noise, it was clear, that her little bubble's hymen was still healing. Not to mention, how she wasn't exactly putting her fingers inside her vagina that often, anyway. She mostly used her tongue and even rubbed it against her pussy. Speaking of which, she looked down onto her own crotch, noticing how it already hid.

Good riddance.

At least, she could come back to the others, as soon as she was finished with Bubble. As such, she started to explore her vaginal walls, which were as squashy as the softest gelatin known to objectkind, making it easier for her to explore. With the liquid, which she wasn't sure if it was from the broken hymen, being a byproduct of vagina or even being pre-cum, being present inside it was easier for her to finger her.

Then, after some seconds, she pulled her two fingers out and then — shoved them inside. Within the vaginal walls, not only she was doing an exploration of them, but also she was "tickling" them, trying to pleasure her toy beloved as much as possible. Then, she repeated the process — pulling her fingers out and then shoving them inside.

Then, she did it again. And again, and again. Each time, she heard the adorable noises of her little bubble's sweet, sweet whimpering from pain moans. Again, they weren't the loudest, but they were still there. Still present. It was a cute way for her, she wished she could show it for others as well.

For others, who had the same sick fantasies as her the desire to see her little sweetheart being molested penetrated in the variety of way. There was still money within her pockets, so once she had more free time she could get a camera and film one of their acts. Though, would Bubble want it?

Would she even want the whole thing to spread?

Obviously, she would not want it to happen! Obviously, she would be unhappy about it! There were no risks about anything going wrong!

No risks! Just pure torture pleasure!

As the seconds had passed, she could already feel more and more of the liquid coming out of her beloved's vagina. It was just a matter of time, when the playtime would be over. Though, she was getting bored of doing the same thing over and over, just for what? For a cheap reward.

No, she was going to do something else.

Then, for the last time, she pulled out her fingers out of Bubble's vagina, having them all wet from the liquid. Immediately, she decided to taste the fluids, and they tasted like a blueberry-flavoured soap? It didn't taste the best, like how her own liquid could taste, but it tasted at least okay for her to tolerate it. Then, instead of using her tongue, like how some people would do in her place, she placed her paw around her beloved's clitoris and started to move in circles around it.

It was a lot more entertaining, than what she did before! She had more freedom to do it, and even her movements weren't creating a perfect circle! Sometimes, they were creating half a circle, sometimes — they were creating a square. At one point, she felt like she created a whole rectangle! It was so refreshing to her, that she didn't notice how wet the entire sex organ was getting — how it was apparant, that that her bubble was about to reach her climax. Though, knowing her, she was probably holding it still, until the time was right.

Then, she moved from "massaging clitoris" to playing with vulva — she was stretching it and then — closing it. Stretching it. Closing it. Not only it was "fun" for her to do it, but also it was just getting other organs related to vagina wet from that blueberry-flavoured liquid, which she was a bit sure had to be cum. Or pre-cum.

Or something else.

Still, she was trying her best to give Bubble the best "reward" as she possible could, but then she remembered something. Something, that she forgot to do just, when they were all alone. Her sight landed onto her face, once more. It was still difficult to read any concrete emotions from it. At least the blush, still being there with a much stronger presence, indicated how close she was to the climax. At the same time, it was enough for her to consider how much fun she was having.

"Good girl, good girl~", she complimented her with a soothing tone of her voice, as her lips got closer and closer to the transparent object's lips and then…

They touched each other or rather the wooden pencil's lips touched her beloved's lips, due to her not responding at all to the touch, just making various noises, as the only way to communicate. The contact itself was memorable, because not only her little bubble's lips were so soft, but also so enjoyable to touch in general. With her showing no resistence signs of wanting to stop, she decided to take things further. She slipped her tongue inside her beloved's mouth. The insides? Squashy as ever!

It was so, so… Warm inside her mouth. Not just warm, but wet as well. There was a lot of saliva, with her tongue even feeling the teeth as well. They were similar to fangs, which was a bit weird considering the fact, that the little bubble was, well, a bubble. A poppable object, that had such teeth was odd for her, but whatever.

It wasn't like she was going to use it at all.

She felt her beloved's tongue touching hers. The differences between them were already visible, as Bubble's tongue was so soft and so squashy to touch, unlike hers, which had a part, that was hardened for some reason. Touching it, making them "dance" around, connecting their salivas with each other was such a magical experience for her to the point, where such passionate kiss lasted for 10 seconds.

Pulling out her tongue, she noticed the string of saliva, either just hers, Bubble's or a mix of both, was attached to her beloved's mouth. Aww, so cute! So adorable! She should do more of those kisses! Really!

Her sight glanced over the sex organ of her little bubble, noticing, how her kiss managed to make it start twitching already. As if it was about to combust into multiple smaller parts of it. Oh, how her little bubble was struggling holding it all together! It was a curse for her, but she knew exactly how she could help!

Unlike the last two times, where she used her fingers, she lowered herself down and then, without any warnings or anything, started to lick her sweetheart's pussy. At first, she started licking the clitoris. Either by licking it directly or licking around it. Then, she moved to the folds, where she would nibble a bit. Softly and carefully not to pop her immediately. It was the last part, which she had to do something about it, which she had to fix it. The twitching started to become more and more rapid. Only for her to, finally, out her tongue inside the vagina, touching her walls at the same time, "tickling" it.

That was, when the whole body started to shake, as lots and lots of cum were literally pouring out of her sweetheart's pussy, making her taste it as well. Still, the same blueberry flavour, still the same taste, but it appeared to be a bit… Tastier? She had no clue whether it was all because of it being the actual cum or because of her tongue actually accepting the taste after a while. Still, she started eating it all up.

The reason wasn't because she was hungry or anything, but rather it was because of the need to appeared as clean as possible, when they would come back to others. She didn't want anyone learning about it or knowing about any details unless they were just like her. She wanted them to think something else happened. That was why her tongue worked around the vagina, licking all of it as clean as she could, having to hold her grudges about the taste of it.

At least, it was edible, so that was fine.

Hopefully.

Pussy itself stopped pouring the liquid after just 7 seconds, which was a bit shorter than how it was for her. At least, she could finish it faster, than before. The licking was everywhere — within the walls of vagina, around the clitoris, around labia minora and majora, on the folds and much more. It wasn't tiring, on the contrary, it was making her all energetised somehow.

After some seconds had passed, she whipped her mouth off, getting rid of any leftover cum, that could be on her face. Her beloved's pussy was as clean as it could be. Not to mention, how it already hid. Good, so good.

She did so well, as she always did.

"Good girl~", she complimented, patting her head.

Suddenly, she blinked and then looked at her. Confused and terrified at what happened. Quickly, she gave her a hug, only for it to not last even 3 seconds.

"You did so well, sweetheart~", the wooden pencil went on and on, "You always know how to behave~"

"… Yoih", Bubble answered, "I knoiw… I definitely knoiw…"

Despite the obvious signs of her being worried, Pencil knew there was no time to waste. They had to return to the contest as soon as possible, before the speaker box would notice their absence and thus could immediately punish them for that.

"Great! Now, we have to get back… Super fast!", she acknowledged, and then turned to the other side, "Sweetheart, you know what to do~", she added, turning back.

Witnessing Bubble getting up and then — following her.

~~~

They did manage to return just in time, as it was apparent, that those "losers" have finished their boring tacos. Not just that, but they already could see the familiar speaker box, who was close to their designated area. Just before he turned in that side, both her and her beloved little bubble were in their places. As he turned to them, he didn't question a thing.

Oh, being busy watching those boring losers making their food was more entertaining than watching them, huh? Good, at least he didn't question anything and instead — turned to the five idiots.

"So, all five of you have finished", the speaker box spoke with the familiar emotionless, mechanical voice.

Them returning to the area caused the cube made out of ice to notice them both. At first, she smiled at them or rather — at the transparent bubble, showing how happy she was, that they came back. The smile, though, disappeared, as soon as her eyes glanced over her. It turned into an ugly frown.

"It took you a while", she commented, showing visibly how she was upset, "What were you do-"

"We were playing our secret game!", Pencil immediately answered, not wanting to hear any sort of stupid questions ever again, "Right, Bubble?", she "asked" for confirmation.

However, there was no response. Lightly, she "knocked" onto Bubble's wrist, on which she immediately reacted.

"Yois!", confirming it.

However, Ice Cube appeared to not believe her, as she squinted her eyes and seemed to be about to question it further. She started sweating, realising how her attempt at lying could not only fail, but get her in trouble. What should she do? What should she do?!

Then, she turned back to the losers, as in the ones, who were making those weird tacos. A brilliant idea appeared within her head.

"Hey, Ice Cube! Look at how badly Tennis Ball did for that challenge!", she commented, pointing at the fact, that out of 10 eliminated contestants, only 5 liked his taco, "Shouldn't have used his feet! Hahaha!"

Ice Cube turned to the side, immediately shifting her focus on it.

'Good, good', the no. 2 orange pencil smirked mentally, 'All according to my idea!'

At least, it was another day, where no one had discovered what she was doing with Bubble. And while her beloved ended up in the danger zone, she knew damn well, that she was liked enough not to be voted off. Besides, she expected either Pen, the lazy bum, to get out or Rocky, the gross barfing rock.

At least, she was still going to have her beloved little bubble by her side. Hopefully, it was going to last…

Forever.