A Shady Experiment
Flickering screens illuminate the dark laboratory, and the low hums and whirrs of hulking machinery fill the silence within it. A very chill-looking Mawile sits in the back of the room, with her feet on the table, watching an old sci-fi flick as she casually tosses popcorn into her mouth. Every now and then, the maw attached to the back of her head asks for some snackin’, too, and she gently places a handful of popcorn on its extended tongue. It chews rather loudly compared to her.
“Welp, no volunteers today either…” She mutters and sighs, glancing at the door. “Guess everyone’s busy this time of year, huh?” The maw nods politely, gulping down its snack and laying on the Mawile’s lap. It seems to be dozing off a bit, on the verge of slumping and relaxing, sticking its tongue out like a cute sleepy Litten, easy prey for an embarrassing photo or two… At least, until it hears something and perks up, suddenly wide awake. It “glares” at the door; despite not having any eyes, it can smell and hear just fine, somehow.
“Oh?” The Mawile perked up, too. She heard some non-verbal growling and muttering from the maw. “No no, I haven’t ordered food today… yet.” As soon as she got up on her feet, a few beeps rang across the lab, and a much smaller screen right next to the Big Fancy Movie Screen™ suddenly turned on, showing a fuzzy view of whoever’s at the front door.
A Floatzel and a Braixen stood outside, ringing the doorbell, both of them bringing folders, casual outfits, and assorted snacks. “Helloooo?” The Floatzel knocked on the thick steel door and peeked directly at the camera outside. “Mira, darling, you sure we got the right place? You know how I am with directions, haha.”
“This should be it, Lily!” The Braixen blurted out. “A-And the camera’s tracking us, so there’s gotta be someone watching us inside, I bet…” She took a moment to wave at the camera — and tap it lightly with a claw. “Hey, if this is the shady place that offered a lot of money for an ‘aquatic test’ for ‘two volunteers with big, strong lungs’… That’s us! Look, lungs! We got those!” Mira raised her cute, girly top and exposed her belly as she drew in a deep breath, expanding her chest to an impressive degree...
The door opened immediately. Inside the gloomy laboratory, sounds of hurried steps and upturned bowls and scattered papers filled the room, and a very Mawile-like figure rushed to a closet right as Mira and Lily entered. They had a moment to admire the… scenery she left behind; a small pile of popcorn on a table, a paused movie that neither girl recognized, and an extremely large water tank embedded on the side of the room, extending down for what seemed like several dozen feet, a sight that immediately put some fascinating thoughts on the Braixen’s mind. Noticing this pretty quickly, Lily nudges her. “Oh~?” She teases. “Already gettin’ ideas, hun?” The Braixen chuckled, visibly flustered, and played with her ear fluff a little…
This cute little moment happened to be a good chance for the Mawile to finish doing whatever she’s doing. She stepped out of the closet, hurriedly putting her labcoat on and wiping her glasses clean, though they still almost entirely obscured her sharp, blue eyes. As she cheerfully stood in front of the popcorn-littered table, her maw took the time to clean it up a little, though it might leave it covered in spit instead.
“Right, right! Sorry for not opening sooner, I wasn’t expecting company today, aha! Dr. Morgan at your service!!” The Mawile greeted her two visitors, bowing politely. The girls bowed back, though they couldn’t keep their eyes away from the hungry, slobbering maw slurping up popcorn behind them with swift, slobbery licks. “You two wouldn’t happen to be, ahem, applying for the volunteer spots, would ya??”
“Mm-hmm!” Lily approached Morgan, offering her and Mira’s applications. Hopefully, the mountains of legalese and disclaimers will be worth it… “Not that we super need the cash, but it’s, um… A lot! And we happen to be experts on this subject, in a way, right, hun~?”
Mira was still pretty flustered, moreso when her girlfriend was busy embarrassing her in front of a scientist with similar kinks— I mean interests. “Er, I noticed you opened up for us as soon as I showed ribs, so there’s that…”
Almost immediately, a cartoonish glare seemed to reflect off of the Mawile’s large, round glasses. “I certainly diiiid~!” She giggled excitedly, and wiggled her hips in a decidedly non-scientist way. Even her maw finished up the mess behind them faster so it could flip around, drooling and growling with anticipation; whatever Morgan was thinking about, it was clearly being telegraphed by the toothy pair of jaws…
The Mawile’s eyes were fixated on the Braixen’s fluffy chest, tucked neatly underneath her frilly top. Right away, Morgan firmly grabbed Mira’s hips and slid upwards under her top, sizing up the foxgirl’s proportions by hand. “Not bad, not bad!” Morgan chirped, feeling the grooves and contours of her chest and ribs — and the quick, surprised gasp that Mira let out.
Lily chuckled. “I’m always saying that to her, heehee,” she teased, causing Mira to glance back with a seriously flustered look.
“O-Oh, one moment…” Morgan excused herself quickly, and she shuffled over behind a desk to dig for something amidst the piles of tools and papers stuffed in her lockers. It was hard not to notice the chaos of tiny-letter documents, rock-hard data and indecipherable handwriting she was leaving in her wake, but she eventually emerged with a simple tape measure and a small notepad.
“Alright!” The Mawile chirped again, this time wrapping the tape measure around Mira’s chest, right below her boobs. “Now, inhale slowly, and as deeply as you can, little foxie…”
Despite being way taller than this gremlin, Mira went along with this suspiciously horny test. Slowly, she began to draw breath. Her lungs expanded like airbags as she sipped air through her mouth, and Morgan kept the tape taut. Whenever she wanted to stop and hold her breath, though, the Mawile kept on saying “No no, keep inhaling!” or “Keep going until you’re full full!” and the Braixen would strain to sneak just a tiny bit more air down her throat, starting to shake a bit from the sheer effort needed to pull the slightest puff of extra oxygen in.
She eventually got to a point where she was full full indeed, head and arms turned up, keeping her balance with the help of Lily. At least in this pose the Floatzel couldn’t see her pursed lips or goofy expression — though she did get a great view of the Braixen’s unintended bulge twitches.
Morgan’s eyes widened, for more than one reason. “Oh my, oh my… This is a BIG number for a Braixen of your size and weight class!!” She squealed, holding her thumb to the decisive number, positively wiggling with joy. She placed the tape on the table and began jotting down the results on the notepad, hurrying along to a stack of papers and comparing and correcting the data faster than a normal Pokemon could even read it.
Mira, meanwhile, finally exhaled, then got her breathing back under control, her face flushed red due to the rush of air and the growing… embarrassment. “Y-You’re welcome??” She answered, adjusting her shirt. Before Lily could start teasingly calling her Mrs. Big Lungs, the Braixen added: “So w-why’d ya need to know my lung capacity anyway?”
“IT’S THE TEST OF THE CENTURY!” Morgan boldly proclaimed, raising her hands (and maw) up. …She cleared her throat, and her maw did the same. “Well, maybe it’s more ‘Test of the Month’ material by my lofty standards,” she added. “But! I’m conducting high-level respiratory research here, ladies! This test that you’ve so helpfully volunteered for… Will help me achieve a revolutionary breakthrough that’ll bust the world of science wide open, like a steel chair to the dome!”
Although Mira and Lily are skeptical, they let the boisterous Mawile go on anyway, and she yammers on even while it’s Lily’s turn to be measured. “Now, inhale… Girls, I could go on a long-ass speech about this, but I think the name of the lovely piece of machinery I’m going to show you two will speak for itself. I’ve heard from, erm, my more mainstream fellow scientists Iris and Lynn about the kinds of death-defying shenanigans you two have been through, so I guess I really lucked out today! …Because what we’re gonna be doing here today is LITERALLY death-defying!”
The girls’ eyebrows raised. As soon as Morgan was done writing and inputting Lily’s data as well, she walked over to a suspicious black cloak, draped over a large, dusty piece of metal. A low hum and steady bubbling was heard behind it, too. “So without further ado, I present, to youuuu—!” The Mawile gripped the cloak and tugged it down, revealing the apparatus within.
“The Retriever of Essence Subsequent to Perishing Abruptly While Nearby!” Morgan proudly belted out, waving her arms excitedly.
Neither Mira nor Lily reacted all that much.
Morgan shrugged and tilted her head. “…Also known as a RESPAWN Machine.” And now the girls react accordingly, staring incredulously at the mess of thick wires, flickering lights and constant flow of unreadable data on the screen embedded to the side of the contraption. Two large pods full of a nondescript green liquid stood front and center amidst the contraptions, fizzling slowly, with a tiny, white square patch floating inside each of them.
“Is the acronym necessary…?” Lily asked half-jokingly.
“Wait, perishing? Y-You mean the test involves us dying?!” asked Mira, probably the more pressing question of the two.
“Exactly! That’s the point, silly!” Morgan went along, acting as if it was an everyday lab experiment for her. She was almost offended by the concern on the Braixen’s face, slapping a square white patch onto Mira’s thigh with a little more force than needed, then another onto Lily’s. “Now, I know what you’re thinking, ‘ohh, but dying is scary and permanent, ohh, but no one’s ever done this before, ohh, but you didn’t even go to medical school’! Big freakin’ deal! The reason it hasn’t been done is because everyone’s too scared to even try it! Plus, I did ALL the research one could possibly need for this bold new step in respiratory research, AND I got two test subjects— I mean volunteers who aren’t scared of inhaling water. SO!!”
The Mawile clasped her hands together, and the maw turned to face her volunteers, grinning with its big, steely fangs. “Whenever you’re ready, you can climb into the water tank behind me, sink all the way to the bottom, drown, and let me take this sucker for a spin! There’s absolutely nothing to worry about; I’ll have all the relevant data by the time you go limp and I start up the contraption. Go on!!”
Although Lily didn’t say anything else, she was already walking towards the massive, deep water tank on the opposite side of the room; after all, Iris and Lynn had vouched for this scientist before, so there was little reason to assume this was a setup for something more ill=intentioned (or perverted). Mira, though, was still rather skeptical. “So, um, what happens if something goes wrong—”
“It won’t!” Morgan answered immediately, and the maw’s grin turned into a grumpy frown. “The data has never failed me, and I’ve already quadruple-checked for spelling errors.” She crossed her arms and huffed, turning away from the Braixen. “I’ll prove you right, and you’ll invite me over for dinner when the test succeeds. Seems fair, no?”
“Um… If you say so.” Mira didn’t seem too opposed to having Morgan over at her and Lily’s house, at least, even if it depends on her not dying horribly first. Lily might be a little too trusting of this whole seedy experiment, but she also might have that sixth sense of hers telling her that it’ll be more fun than it seems… In any case, Mira climbs the wobbly ladder up along the open tank and gets her paws wet, while the Floatzel has already jumped in and started swimming around, the warm water gliding comfortably along her smooth swimsuit. She has a habit of stealthily wearing it under her clothes, which now sat discarded outside of the tank.
Mira drew in deep breaths, trying to keep herself calm. She was all for it when she first heard of this well-paying test, but now that there’s real risk involved, she looked more hesitant to go along with it, even with Lily coming along for the ride. She nervously tugged at her ear fluff and slowly swung her paws along the water, staring at the deep liquid abyss extending a few dozen feet below. Far from the deepest she’s been, but not easy to swim back from if something goes wrong…
The Braixen took one last look behind her, towards the confident and weirdly cheerful Mawile ogling right at her and Lily. From this angle, the glare of the lights above cast a bright glow around Morgan’s large glasses, obscuring the intense stare of a scientist who’s about to have months worth of work culminate in great success… or hubris.
Before Mira could see Morgan’s Maw drool and lick its lips one last time, she felt a tight hug pulling her into the water. Lily had swiftly jumped out of the water and embraced the Braixen, as she often does, to bring her below the surface already. No doubt the Floatzel had already noticed her girlfriend was starting to feel pretty anxious.
Morgan took her sweet time walking back to her seat, getting cozy and settled for a pretty fun testing session. She took her labcoat off and tossed it aside, then unbuttoned her cutoff jeans and loosened them a little, just enough to slide a hand halfway down along her panties. She pressed a few small buttons on the side of the table, and a pair of additional screens slid into view in front of her, both appearing to show enlarged views of her test subjects’ lungs, strong and healthy, if mostly still for now.
They were both holding their breath just fine so far; Mira maybe less so, due to being ambushed. There was room for a bit of de-sync, so Morgan chose not to fret about it, instead watching those big, strong lungs sloooowly contract, crumpling up as if the air was being physically squeezed out of them with every quick release of air bubbles. It won’t take too long for them to get much, much smaller and twitchier. “Gosh, I really lucked out with these two, huh…?”
The foxgirl didn’t even have time to undress, sinking into the water fully clothed, her top sliding up and giving Lily a perfect view of her exposed soft, fluffy tummy. Detecting a well-known weak point, Lily swam up to her partner’s cute belly and delivered bubbly raspberries against it, already giving away a good chunk of her own air. Mira lost plenty of it, too, as she immediately yelped, curled up and giggled before covering her snout with one paw while fending off her girlfriend with the other. There was no escape; even less so when the tank appeared to seal itself above them, trapping the two lovebirds inside without them noticing.
The two sank further and further, highly distracted by each other’s playful teasing and poking, like they had already forgotten they were being watched. Well, maybe they knew and didn’t mind; if something did go wrong, they’d rather enjoy their time willingly going down and enjoying each other’s comforting presence.
Lily got herself into a dominant position right behind Mira, fondling her from behind and sliding her paws under the Braixen’s girly top to get some big, kneading handfuls of her boobs. She could feel how pent up the foxgirl had gotten already, with stiff nipples and a little shake whenever those got tugged and played with. She could also feel the lack of air already making itself known, as Mira’s chest jerked slightly, followed by a cute, short grunt. “Mmph.” She’s never been too good at holding back the heaves for long.
With some expertly-aimed kicks, the Floatzel guided them both even deeper into the tank, all the way to the bottom, and they landed on its cushy, sandy floor so gently they might’ve assumed there were pillows under them. Crude oceanic decorations were littered around the floor, too, though they were very clearly not the real deal, maybe just barely convincing enough to add to the seafloor vibes. It happened to be great for the water-minded couple. How romantic.
Lily kept on indulging her dear Braixen like she always does, placing little smooches along her paws and arms as she helped Mira lift them to remove her top, a loving act so seamless she could do it with one arm by now. Lily also started to unzip her swimsuit, and Mira was quite happy to help with that, reaching towards the Floatzel’s chest to free up her decently-sized, bouncy boobs. The Braixen didn’t even wait for her girlfriend to finish taking the swimsuit off before she started sucking on her tits, stray bubbles slipping past her snout in-between all the kissing and sucking that kept her mind busy for a good minute or so.
Even the growing heaves barely distracted Mira, so focused on helping her partner feel good through it all that she couldn’t bother feeling nervous about the whole “willingly drowning to death” thing. As Lily worked hard to keep her composure while removing her swimsuit, she rested on top of the Braixen, her paws idly sliding and rubbing up against the foxgirl’s fluffy legs and thighs.
Heaving and grunting more and more, the Braixen countered by sliding her own pawpads along the Floatzel’s now-exposed naked body, up her powerful legs, chunky thighs, wide hips… Lily could even feel a digit brushing past her navel, then both footpaws giving her buttcheeks a nice, audible spank, something that surprised even the usually calm and dominant Floatzel. “Hrmph—?!” Lily stared right into Mira’s big, cute eyes and noticed the look of a bratty sub just begging to be put in her place…
So be it, then. Without hesitating, Lily held down her girlfriend with ease, adjusted her position and, gleefully watching Mira’s expression go from bratty to completely embarrassed, pressed one of her feetpaws right on top of the Braixen’s snout, clamping it shut. Lily’s pawpads created enough cushion for a comfortable hold, though it was still impossible to wiggle free, and she was way too flustered about it to do anything but let out a long, muffled whine and feel those heaves suddenly grow intense and merciless.
With her “prey” in her grasp by the use of one mere lower paw, the mildly heaving Floatzel took her sweet time unbuttoning and removing the Braixen’s skirt, revealing the treasure within: a cute pair of girly striped panties that Lily just so happened to pick for her. She casually tossed the skirt away, watching it float gently in the water, then tugged those soaked panties loose with a finger, careful not to rip them as they slid down and off the Braixen’s shaky legs.
“Mrmmmph—! Hmmmph…” If there was any brattiness left in Mira’s voice, it sure wasn’t audible now. Instead, muffled whimpers and grunts squeaked past, in-between the Floatzel’s pawpads, and she tossed and turned as the airlessness became harder to ignore. Her chest heaved and convulsed with less control each time, making her ribs increasingly more prominent. By now, her lungs were desperate for some fresh air, but this time around, Mira was stubbornly gonna refuse to give it anything; the mere thought of it only made those convulsions hit harder, discomfort mixing with pleasure in ways the two girls were very familiar with.
In the meantime, it was pretty easy to see that Morgan was having the time of her life, watching Mira and Lily put their own on the line. The Mawile was wearing nothing but panties now, and they were totally soaked as she casually rubbed herself to the sight of the two girls willingly losing all that air at the bottom of the tank. One screen with a perfect, high-quality, close-up view of their convulsing bodies lovingly tangling with each other. Another screen with hard data — heart rates, lung capacity, estimated air times and survival times left, margins of error — having to be constantly adjusted to account for all the twists and turns of the two lovers. A third screen, of course, showed both of the test subjects’ lungs, and whatever weird tech setup she was using made them look detailed enough to arouse the perverted Mawile. They must’ve been at about a third of their normal capacity now, wrinkled and squeezed down to the size of Oran Berries by the water pressure and the growing need for a breath. Lesser test subjects would’ve already tried to fill them all the way back up with a needy inhale by now.
“Nnnmmgh, gosh, fuck fuck…” She muttered to herself, as audible as she felt like being — she was the only one above water, after all. “Goshhhh, look how tight and contracted those airbags are gettin’, haha… That’s so fuckin’ hot.” You’d think she wasn’t talking to anyone, but the maw is obviously right there, salivating and panting as it rested on top of the table. A small puddle of its spit had formed on top of unimportant documents, though it had to be moved every now and then to flip important switches and correct breath-hold data in real time.
“Mnnf, d-damn it…!” Morgan reached her free hand out to quickly fix up some numbers, then go right back to fingering herself deep. Her glasses began to get foggy, complicating this effort. “This’d be a lot easier if they weren’t full-on gettin’ freaky down there, but, y’know… not complaiiii-niiiiing~!” She belted out a sing-songy tone as she hit a sweetspot and squeezed her arm with her legs with hurried gasps. Her maw snarled and budged, picking itself up to get a lick of something tasty very soon…
Not that she was gonna finish anytime soon, of course. Not while Mira and Lily are just about to get to the fun part.
By now, the blushy foxgirl had continued this paw-centric tit-for-tat, placing her big, soft digits right up against the Floatzel’s snout. This didn’t do much to quiet down the Braixen’s urgent pleas for air, though. If anything, she was spending a little too much energy countering Lily’s efforts like this, and it wasn’t gonna get any better from here on out.
Lily took a bold step, hoping to turn up the heat on that deep-red blush on Mira’s face. She began to lick at the foxgirl’s soft pawpads, slowly, thoroughly, digging her tongue between the crevices and right up against the base, and just to drive the point home she took a digit and started to suck on it firmly, an unabashedly horny display of affection.
“Mrmmhmmphmmm~???” Mira’s mind could barely keep up with what was going on, attacked through all senses. Lily kept direct eye contact as she made out with her darling’s toes. Mira’s whimpers and whines pitched up to levels she never thought she’d hit. Her digits curled and tensed up fiercely. Her lungs, probably the most important part of all this, considering where they are, convulsed wildly and rocked her chest. Mira arched her back, and she gripped her partner’s leg, but lacked the strength to push that strong footpaw off her snout.
It truly seemed like the Braixen had already reached her limit. Right away, Lily could feel the familiar sensation of breaths trying to be drawn against her paw, needy attempts to inhale frustrated by the gentle pawpads pressed tightly against her nostrils.
Mira’s mind had no idea what to do, but her body certainly did; it’s hard to fend off an instinct, and when that instinct is “breathe”, it’ll do everything it can to accomplish that. The Braixen thrashed and pushed against that paw forcefully with noisy, bubbly squeals — music to Lily’s ears — and it only took a few seconds before the Floatzel let her have what she wanted. As soon as she released her paw from its grip on Mira’s snout, the Floatzel watched and waited patiently, dealing with her own body-rocking heaves, as Mira got what she wanted. Lily got into position behind the foxgirl again, holding her softly this time as she felt the Braixen seize up and draw in a long, gurgly, liquid breath through her nostrils.
“Snrrrrrk!”
Mira had started drowning.
Right away, Morgan could see the Braixen’s lungs suddenly expanding, from minuscule size to a sudden expansion back to normal size, then even bigger than that as warm liquid sloshed inside them, violently contracting and inflating in failed attempts to purge the water out. The sight alone was driving her nuts, and she eagerly dug her fingers further into her soaked pussy. Ah, if only she had audio of all this! Maybe even a tiny robot she could pilot around for some great angles! She took a moment to type this down so she doesn’t forget, letting her maw have a taste of her crotch for just a minute.
“Mmf, been a while s-since I got so much reliable data f-from just one test…! Oh, gosh…” The Mawile stammered and shook, her fingers still wet from all the action down there. She also spread her legs a little further to give her maw easier access, an offer it greedily accepted. It might be a long night for her; the test and number-crunching will be short, but the fantasies it’s fueling could last a while…
All the two girls could do, in the meantime, is enjoy each other’s drowning throes. As Mira’s gasps and gurgles became more pronounced, her Floatzel girlfriend held her down and moved back a little, getting a cute view of her writhing body as she neared the foxgirl’s crotch.
Already, the Braixen’s tasty pink knot was starting to poke out of its sheath — she was having a blast, even if her instincts were still stuck on “get out of the water” mode — and she kicked forcefully, if a little clumsily, at Lily’s face. Nothing she couldn’t handle; she simply held the Braixen’s legs down now, spreading them and nuzzling her snout between her girlfriend’s fluffy balls.
Despite her own body’s dire urge to breathe, making her stomach convulse and squeeze out a few noisy grunts per second, Lily decided it was a good time to catch up to Mira’s drowny state. Nestled tightly in those suddenly-throbbing balls, she let out a slow and thorough exhale, releasing a steady stream of big bubbles up against the Braixen’s crotch, tickling and traveling all the way up the base of her sheath to the tip of her growing knot.
Mira groaned loudly, both from the burning feeling of her lungs invaded with unbreathable liquid and the mind-melting feeling of all those bubbles floating and bursting along her exposed crotch. It seemed to “jolt her awake”, in a way, enough for her to look down at her indulgent girlfriend and give her a strained smile. It’s hard to shake off the initial shock of choking on water, but once she’s lucid (or air-starved) enough to kinda ride it out, it’s all smooth sailing from there.
Which is good because Lily was about to join her too. Barely a few seconds after squeezing out the last of her air through her snout, Lily grunted hard, then snorted loudly as the water slipped in; some blocked by the Braixen’s balls pressed against her snout, but some leaking past as she recoiled and pulled back involuntarily. Being the more experienced with drownies of the two, the Floatzel only felt that feral instinct to escape for a second or two before calming herself and drawing in big, muffled gulps that made her chest heave hard.
Lily pulled herself up and sat on top of the nervous Braixen’s crotch, leaning down to put her face inches away from Mira’s. The two gulped and gasped and whined as they stared right into each other’s eyes, their pupils shrunken down as they allowed the panic to pass through. It’s funny; in any other situation, they would’ve been scrambling to the surface and doing everything they can to keep each other conscious by now. Instead, they were just… laying here. With each other. Having the chance to both fade out at the same time and really let go, with no worries about who’d be the one who stays awake to pull the other out of the water.
If something goes wrong… This wouldn’t be a bad way to go out.
The two lovers smiled weakly, not even minding their waterlogged groans or the growing tunnel vision or the losing grip on their own bodies. Their hearts thumped hard against their chests and beat faster than they’d ever heard ‘em before, though they soon began to slow down as the lack of oxygen really started to hit.
Maybe due to all the effort spent pleasing Mira and sitting upright, Lily was the one who felt the effects earlier. She felt herself losing her balance and leaning forward, almost like she was struggling to keep herself awake after a long, busy night. But she didn’t want to go out like this; not yet, at least. The Floatzel shook her head and tightened her grip on Mira’s shoulders. At the same time, she felt a familiar shape throbbing and frotting against her buttcheeks…
There was no time to waste, and she sure didn’t care that they had an audience of one for all this. Lily lifted her large, bouncy rump a bit, expertly guiding Mira’s knot towards her pussy, and slammed down on it, swallowing up the whole thing in one quick motion. The loud “PLAP” could probably be heard from outside the tank. Her hole was basically Mira-shaped by this point, from how often they had plowed each other by now, but this time felt a little more special than usual.
Mira barely had time to let out a surprised squeak before she felt Lily’s lips meet her own. The two made out and tasted each other’s blue-tinted tongues in the water, their pupils already starting to dilate as they enjoyed their last conscious moments together, before the real test begins. Mira moved her hips slowly, up and down, as Lily quickly got her own bouncing in sync with her lover, occasionally pushing all the way down to wiggle that massive rump; Mira’s only regret was that she couldn’t bring herself to break away from the kiss to watch it wobble and bounce wildly.
They stayed like this for as long as they could, delivering quick cheek pecks, longer kisses and oddly warm water-sharing gasps and exhales into each other’s mouths, each making their drowning struggles even worse, which was good. They got tired enough to not even be able to stay in sync or keep Lily upright; even if they pulled away right now, there was no way their bodies would be coordinated enough to swim to the surface. This was it.
“Mrmmph— Glp…” Mira let out a cute, pleading moan into her girlfriend’s mouth before eagerly swallowing more water. Her legs stretched, and so did her footpaws. As if realizing her body was starting to give out, she used whatever strength she still had to grip Lily’s hips and thrust into her… Hard enough for her knot to push into her folds and slip all the way in. If only she had a little more strength in her left, she might’ve kept on humping and grinding up against her girlfriend’s crotch… Oh well. The most she can do now is lay there, and enjoy the feeling of her knot nice and snug inside Lily’s pussy.
There’s really no way out of this now. Swimming while waterlogged is hard enough, but being full-on knotted for it all made any chance of escape drop to zero. As her Braixen girlfriend slumped back and lazily gasped and shuddered with those big, dilated pupils, Lily soon did the same, laying on top of the foxgirl and groggily planting soft kisses on her blue cheeks. Their bodies shook more and more as their waterlogged struggles went on, and it got much harder to do anything other than just go limp and breathe water. Even that slowed to a crawl, noisy gulps leading the way to weak little whines and coughs. They didn’t even have the energy to grip each other’s paws, instead just blindly brushing them together as they tensed up and convulsed…
While those two neared the end of their aquatic struggles, Morgan had lost track of a lot of things. It must’ve been six or seven minutes since they both sank underwater, and the Mawile wasn’t inputting how much their lungs had stretched and inflated as water poured in, or how low their heartbeats had gone while they still stayed conscious. She hadn’t even kept track of how many times she made herself cum already, though she was in the middle of adding a +1 to that counter, squeezing the maw with both legs as she felt her pussy throb in-between hungry licks.
Around the time a big red button had begun to flash in front of the contraption, the maw let up, licking its lips as it slid out of the Mawile’s grasp. “H-Hey hey, I’m n-not done here!” She pouted, though she quickly realized why it was bailing so soon. On the main screen, Lily and Mira had gone limp by now, just laying there together twitching and shuddering while knotted. Their lungs, expanded and flooded, barely moved an inch as they were already filled to the brim, weakly purging out the last tiny bubbles that still remained stuck inside, and their hearts could only pump a few times per minute. Somehow, though, they managed to hold on to a conscious state for just a tiny bit longer.
“Oh, shoot!!” Morgan yelped, sliding off her seat and crashing onto the floor amid a mess of papers and pens. “I should’ve started this up ages ago! Quick, quick, help me press all these buttons!!” The Mawile rushed to the respawn machine, turning knobs and flipping switches wherever she could see ‘em, leaving the maw to the easy task of pushing whatever buttons flashed and beeped.
“Welp, here’s hoping nothing will explode when we pull these levers.” She was confident they wouldn’t, but it’s good to get the bad vibes out of your system anyway. The two pods fizzled and bubbled louder as the systems inside them slowly whirred to life, and the small patches resting in the center began to glow brightly. Keeping an eye on the test subjects’ vitals, Morgan stretched a hand out towards one lever, while the maw stretched way out towards the other.
“Ready? On three…” She said. Taking one more peek at the screens showing the girls’ vitals, she saw them completely still, with flooded and stiff lungs and a BPM that was nearing zero. “Uhhhh… one two three!!”
Despite being in a hurry, Morgan and the maw managed to pull both levers at the same time. The machine whirred at an increasingly higher pitch, its internals speeding up as the wall attached to it rumbled. The patches within the pods began to glow even brighter, eventually lighting up the whole room; Morgan anxiously kept her eyes closed and squeezed the maw tight for comfort.
“Don’t blow up, don’t blow up, don’t blow up…!” She pleaded as the entire room began to shake, tossing folders and boxes off the shelves…
Until it suddenly stopped.
Steam and coolant leaked from the machine’s vents, and the high-pitched whirrs lowered to a faint hum. Morgan looked on, the light from the pods reflecting off her thick glasses, though even that started to wind down and dim. Within those pods, two familiar glowing shapes started to form, as a Braixen and a Floatzel with patches on their chests.
The test succeeded with flying colors. Morgan dramatically raised her glasses, even though she can barely see without them. Both her and the maw stared ahead, slack-jawed. As Mira and Lily slowly came to, weakly opening their eyes inside the liquid-filled pods, the Mawile could barely contain herself.
“HOLY SHIT IT FUCKING WORKED!!” She screamed at full volume, jumping for joy, and the maw raised itself and let out a victorious roar. Morgan rushed to the machine, slapping and rubbing and even kissing it. “I KNEW ITTTTT!! I knew you wouldn’t fail me, big girl!”
There was little else to do but wait for the waterlogged couple to emerge from their pods and join in on the celebration. They both look utterly confused at first, but as soon as they fully awakened and realized where they were, Mira and Lily both turned to each other and smirked, a strange mix of relief, happiness and lust washing over them.
They detached their patch and their various sensors, then swam up to the pod’s exit, purging out mouthfuls of liquid as soon as they got out, coughing and gasping noisily while they got used to having air in their lungs once again. Mira had more trouble with this, of course, but she got ahold of herself soon enough, joining her girlfriend as she was helped down to the floor, out of the machine. They were both shivering a little; maybe the pod’s liquid should be a tad warmer for future tests.
“D-Did it work??” Mira asked jokingly, pod liquid dripping from her nostrils; Lily gently wiped them clean. “I-I think we were dead for a hot second.”
“YES, it worked!! You’re right here!” Morgan answered, not understanding jokes. “Which means when I look at the screen, I’ll find—”
There are still two bodies at the bottom of the water tank. Vitals are gone, and they appear to be completely still.
“…Okay, uh, do NOT look at the screen,” Morgan asked politely, moving elsewhere to distract the couple. “It’s a little scary, but they’ll deatomize on their own due to the way the respawning physics work—”
“Gosh, my butt looks huge from this angle, huh, darling?” Lily was already walking around Morgan to get a better view of her own drowned body. “Look, we’re still tied up! Though I think the other you’s starting to slip out, heehee…”
Mira blushed hard, and she was sporting a full-mast erection as she saw her other self’s girldick slowly going flaccid, eventually enough that the knot slipped out of not-Lily’s pussy. Surprisingly, it was worked up enough that it spurted out a couple pumps of her seed into the deep water, despite the total lack of movement anywhere else. The non-functional bodies simply laid there, empty eyes and gaping mouths full of water all the way down their blued throats. At most, they could only reflexively move a finger or twitch a muscle on their faces.
Lily laughed out loud. “If we lasted a little longer, I might’ve felt that spurt, huh dear~?” She teased, walking up to her girlfriend and side-hugging her.
Despite the cute (and hot) aftershow on display, Morgan remembered to keep her word. “Right, right!! Well, one of you go fetch your clothes from the tank — uh, don’t touch your “husks”, for safety reasons — and I’ll ready up the payments for being such good te— volunteers. Good volunteers. I have… a LOT of data to sift through.” The Mawile went and pulled out two briefcases full of pokedollars from under the table. “And I may have forgotten to input all of it, so, please, no calls this weekend. …Unless you’re up for more tests, aha! But either way, our little celebratory house party will have to be some other time. Just enjoy your hard-earned moolah for now, cuties.”
Morgan held out the briefcases with a smile, and as Lily jumped back into the tank to grab some of those discarded clothes, Mira carried the briefcases. …They were shockingly heavy. She chose not to ask any questions about how the data is being used, exactly.
The slobbering, growly maw behind Morgan — as well as the fact that she, too, was totally naked and “dripping”, in a way — kinda gave it away, though. What a perv.
…The two girls asked for a copy of the video footage on the way out.