The Buizel Tribe and the Bubbly Temple

A place as vast and deep as the ocean is bound to have its share of secrets. But even its most valuable treasures, its biggest pearls, its oldest remnants of the past, aren’t as precious as those who choose to live around it — or within it. It is here, tucked far away from the noisy towns and cities and massive crowds of the mainland, that a remote Buizel tribe has made its home. A home extending far, from above the surface to dozens and dozens of feet below, nestled within ancient ruins of older civilizations. It’s also surrounded by a dormant, healing aura that enables these curious airbreathers not to just last longer underwater, but to thrive, explore, learn… and indulge themselves.

Even a tribe as pacifistic and quiet as this one has its problems to solve, though. As a defense against rare encounters with the mysterious Sableye tribe, their home’s aura must remain active yet dormant, kept as a soft murmur by ancient battery-like crystals. While there is no short supply of them around the rumbling depths of the sea, finding and bringing them home is a tall task, usually reserved for the most reliable and bravest Buizels…

It was on a relatively quiet morning that a few lucky Buizels had been summoned by the Prince himself. A royal guard took the time to approach one of the many tents where the tribe resided; a magical aura kept the inside completely dry and full of fresh air, while everything outside of them remained flooded, bubbly… and a bit brisk.

“Tblalblus!” A voice called out from the outside, though he soon peeked his head inside the tent to make himself a little more clear. He barely even needed a couple of seconds to catch his breath, a sign of the guards’ elite strength and status. “Ahem… Talus! Oliver! You two have been summoned by the Prince. Make your way to his chambers right away, both of you. Don’t dawdle!”

The guard pulled back into the water just as quickly, again barely needing a moment to take a deep breath and slip back into the water. A life in the depths brings a lot of benefits for the Buizel tribe, most important among them being their strong, tough lungs. Even the most lackadaisical member of this society might find themself holding their breath for much longer than the average airbreather, a capacity so impressive that things like bubbletalking are almost as casual as standard chitchat with the proper training. Well, understanding said bubbletalk is the tricky part, really.

In any case, Talus had barely woken up when he got the all-important news, but he jumped to his feet as soon as his sleepy brain caught up to what he had just heard. A chance to prove himself had arrived!! He was already feeling really confident about his progress as a Scout before this, but now things were escalating fast!

“Oliver!! Ollie, did ya hear that?!” Talus called out to his boyfriend, who happened to be laying right next to him just seconds ago. Now, the chubby, half-awake Buizel was sitting up and stretching his arms.

“I heard, I heard,” he said groggily. “Heh, I’m real proud of ya, bud.”

“Yeah, the Prince summoned both of us, huh? Guess you’ve been impressing him too!” Talus playfully tapped his boyfriend’s round belly. “Must’ve seen how much air you can pack in there.”

It wasn’t mere teasing: Oliver happens to have one of the best pairs of lungs in the tribe, though his work as a Scholar rarely calls for such limits to be pushed… unless, it seems, the Prince felt like the time was ripe for it. “If we’re going together, then… I’ll do my best to keep you out of trouble.” His doting side came out immediately. “But you keep an eye out too! Alright?”

Talus scoffed and nodded. He wasn’t willing to dismiss his dear Oliver’s concerns, obviously, but he had grown quite brash in recent days, assured that he was fast and clever enough in the water to overcome any challenge.

This, though… This was bound to be different, even if neither of them knew it yet.

The two lovers steeled themselves and took deep breaths in preparation for their meeting with the Prince. It would likely be brief, but it’s always good to have spare air in your lungs anyway. Talus drew in one last, long exhale before walking out of the tent and entering the water, swimming ahead. Oliver soon followed, puffing up his chest as deeply and slowly as his body could manage before exiting as well.

For all his breathholding prowess, though, Oliver wasn’t exactly well-known for his swimming skills. Or his buoyancy. The chubby Buizel instead casually walked along the ruins, steadily making his way through the deep waters, facing little resistance against the calm morning currents. At most, a tiny, silent bubble slipped through one of his nostrils. It’d take… a while, but thanks to both his mighty lungs and the healing aura enveloping the tribe’s home, he was never at any risk of drowning here. At most, he might be bubblier than usual by the time he finally reached the Prince’s gaudy palace.

Talus had already burst ahead a while ago, waiting a bit impatiently at the throne room’s door as a pair of royal guards stood next to it with stoic expressions. He assumed Oliver would arrive soon enough, but found another Buizel or two arriving first instead.

“Hm?” Talus peered behind him. “Ohbl, iblt’s ygblou tblwobl!” He greeted the pair of Buizels so casually, even while underwater. It was second nature to this tribe by now.

A strong, imposing Buizel greeted him with a handwave and a nod. Darius was a lad of few words as usual, arms crossed and golden cuffs shining against the light. Yet, he seemed even more serious than usual as he loomed over Talus, even matching the guards’ heights. Of course, he had been a guard already before his failed excursions began to pile up too high for the Prince to ignore them, relegated to the lower rank of Brawler. He has been very, very eager to re-prove his worth ever since then — and if he’s here, that means the chance for it was finally granted!

Vexen swam closely too, leaning against Darius the way one might lean against a tall, thick tree. “Goobldbl mblornblingl!” He greeted Talus with a calm, bubbly smile. He was always pretty chill for a hunter… He then nudged the big guy’s waist. “Ablnd yblou dglon’t gblotta lookbl sblo sgbleriblous, y’knblow. Yblou gblotbl ygblour rbleasblons, blbut wble shblouldbl hblave sblome funbl wblith thblis, tgbloo. Iblt’s a gblroup scblavengbler hblunt! …Prblobablybl.” Even with such a torrent of bubbles spewing from his mouth, Vexen was hardly bothered.

A decently-sized air pocket had pooled up on the roof, made entirely via bubbly yammering, by the time the doors had swung open. The two silent guards stepped aside and beckoned the group to enter, and Talus sped ahead as he tends to do. Darius and Vexen followed along, and as they walked into the throne room and turned back, they saw a certain chubby Buizel jogging just barely through the closing doors. At least everyone made it.

The interior of the throne room was gaudy indeed, glamoured up with banners and jewels and warm blue sunlight casting through its elaborate windows. Intricate paintings of the tribe’s home decorated the walls too, some depicting the massive waterfall at the ruins’ surface where their King is said to lay dormant.

Oliver stared at every little thing here, fascinated by the artfulness on display, though he tried not to wander too much when he was already a bit late as is. A few steps in front of him, the other three Buizels had approached the throne itself and kneeled in respect. Oliver hurriedly joined their side and did the same, a slight trickle of bubbles emanating from his snout.

The Prince greeted the group with a slight bowing gesture, sitting on his throne with his legs crossed, toes wiggling, his cheek resting on his right hand. He wore fancy rings and bracelets all over his curvy body, shiny and gorgeous, no doubt scavenged by adept Buizels from the various ancient ruins and caves that littered these parts of the sea. “Gladbl evbleryoblne mgblade itbl,” he spoke with a saucy, alluring tone. “Yblou fourbl hblave blbeen choblsen thblis tiblme arblound fblor abl vblery impblortantbl tblask.”

While most everyone seemed visibly eager to follow the Prince’s upcoming command, Darius stayed kneeling, perfectly still, and listened closely.

“Wble ablre ibln nbleedbl oblf a nblew blbatterbly cryblstal. Tblhe ablncient tblemple jblust sblouthbl oblf hblere isbl sblaid tblo hblave abl fewgbl, mblaybe eblven sblome rbleal blblbig onbles. Yblou fblour cblan ansblwerbl yblour dearbl Prblincebl’s cblall ablnd brbling oblne hblome, rightgbl~?” Even his glubbing was fancy. The Prince uncrossed his legs and shifted in his seat, giving the group a decent look at his nakedness — and his soft, tempting pussy. Indeed, barely anyone in this tribe bothered with the whole clothing thing, aside from certain ceremonial occasions.

More importantly, though, it was his own coy way of suggesting what kind of reward the group could expect if their hunt succeeded. Buizels all across the tribe would do unimaginable things just for the chance to lovingly lay their hands on the Prince and fill him up real good, or even just spend the evening kissing his feet.

The four Buizels tasked with this challenge certainly felt the vibes. They blushed slightly — aside from Darius, who seemed to be shaking a little from the exertion of such a flustered state. Yet, he barely moved from his spot. Although Vexen kept his head down and didn’t see him, he knew exactly what got Darius feeling like this; he even seemed a bit pleased about the Brawler’s enthusiasm. It’ll help a lot.

What didn’t help much, though, was the sight of the Prince getting up from his throne and approaching the group. It was a formality, sure, as he was preparing to bless the Buizels’ journey in his own fun way, but he seemed to be targeting a certain strong Bui in particular. As the four Buizels lifted the backs of their right hands, the Prince laid a bubbly kiss on each of them; a show of appreciation for their bravery and willingness to take on this task.

Darius, of course, was last, and the Prince took advantage of this. His kiss to the back of the Brawler’s hand was long and thorough, an affectionate, bubbly “Mblwahbl~” that was soon followed by a quick flurry of extra kisses… And a toying cheekrub against the hand for good measure. The Prince knew there was… a bit of a history between them.

And Darius sure as hell couldn’t get it out of his head, letting out a faint, pent-up noise that took immense effort just to keep it quiet. “…Mrmphbl…” As the Prince leaned down and tilted his head to get a better view of the bowing Darius, he saw his embarrassed expression — and a small trail of pre that had errantly slipped out of his hard dick. A slight burbly chuckle suggested the Prince took notice of this — and he liked it plenty.

Pleased and amused to no end, the Prince took his sweet time walking back to his throne and laying down on it, letting out a bubbly giggle. He had given his order, and he kept it brief to let the group make haste. “Dblon’t dblisappbloint mble. Ablnd dblon’t drblownbl eithbler, hgblmm? Ibl’d rblatherbl hblave yblou hgblere sblafe ablnd rbleadybl~.” He smirked, bowing more firmly this time to give them permission to depart.

The four spoke in unison. “Ybles, mbly Prgblincebl!” And they left as quickly as they had arrived, with Talus again being the first out the door at blazing speed, and Oliver the last. Not wanting to leave Oliver so far behind, though, the speedy Buizel picked up his boyfriend with a quick bubbly grunt and carried him by his arms along the water, firmly yet tenderly…

The temple laid far south — and a few dozen feet deeper — from the tribe’s home. Before taking their long trip into such a little-known, rumor-heavy place, Talus and Oliver snuck back into their tent again to catch their breath. Curious scholar that he is, Oliver was quick to share what he knew about the ancient temple with Talus, relaying as much info as he could even while he was still panting and getting a few supplies ready…

“…So anyway, the point is that there might be a lot of traps down there,” Oliver went on, wanting to spare Talus the details, as fascinating as they may be. “Even an old civilization like this knew the value of what they kept in that temple… We might not even notice when one of them is triggered. Then again, it’s unlikely that all the traps at their disposal stood the test of time…”

The lore behind a flooded, abandoned, and old temple like this didn’t seem to phase Talus at all. He respected it, sure, but he didn’t fear it in the slightest. The Buizel scoffed and puffed up his chest. “Hey, we know where to look and what to bring home. Don’t overthink this, we’ll just go in and out!” Talus crossed his arms and nodded, with a confident huff, eager to defy the dangers ahead. “Won’t even let any bubbles out if we’re fast enough, heh!”

“Y’kgblnow, tblhe blblustbler ibls aglppreblciatehbld ablnd allgbl, Tblagblusbl,” a blubby voice intervened outside the tent, sounding like Vexen, before he snuck into the tent and took a few nice, fresh breaths, “but I’d still rather have you prepared for everything to go wrong instead of nothing. Won’t hurt to have a backup plan, and examine the routes real closely when we get there!” He didn’t mind countering Talus and his attitude; they’re good friends, after all, so surely he’s bound to play along…?

“Hey. Everyone ready?” A thundering voice rang out right behind Vexen, as Darius had also managed to fit inside the tent, nudging Vexen further inside, who barely had the room to squeeze against Talus and Oliver. “The Prince will grow impatient. Don’t dawdle.”

“Alright, alright! We’re just about ready,” Talus indulged him. “More importantly, though… Can we clear up my tent a bit?!” It had suddenly gotten quite cramped in here, with Oliver’s hefty dick and Vexen’s plump butt both mere inches away from his face. Talus might’ve enjoyed that in any other situation, but right now there were more pressing things on his mind!

“On it. …Deep breaths.” Darius said little else after this. The sizable Bui focused on taking slow breaths before filling himself up with as much air as he could, lungs packed from bottom to top, before he slipped back into the water.

Vexen followed closely. He took less time drawing his breath — the last he’d get for a good while — but was especially adept at staying relaxed anyway. Soon, Oliver put his various scholarly tools aside, and took the slowest, deepest inhale as he draped a satchel over his shoulder. His soft tummy puffed up with a mighty effort from his diaphragm, lungs inflated like a pair of strong balloons, before he crawled out of the tent.

Talus had a taste for flair, and having enough room for his exit was real appreciated. He stood as close to the watery barrier as he could, inhaled deeply through his mouth, sucking air like one might take a long sip from a bowl of soup. Then, once he had snuck in as much fresh air into his chest as he could, he dashed into the water through a noisy flurry of tiny bubbles like a projectile.

His tails propelled him at blazing speeds; the other three had already swam ahead, but it wouldn’t take too long before Talus would speed right past them. He at least had the decency to carry Oliver along once again, and although this slowed him down plenty, he was still faster than the others, leaving them rubbing tiny bubbles picked up by his self-made current off their faces. (Worth noting: times like these were also the fastest Oliver would ever move, or be moved, along the water.) Any other Buizel might’ve spent sorely needed energy with this little stunt — swimming with tail-propelling assistance exerts a lot more energy than you’d think — but Talus had optimized his motions well enough.

Not like he was gonna need all of his energy just for a little jaunt into some worn-down temple, right?

Well…

Talus got a better idea of what was ahead once he neared the surroundings of said temple. The water grew darker, murkier, a bit less of a marvelous shade of blue and closer to something green-ish, with various particles clouding the way further. When he looked back, he could barely distinguish the blurry figures of Darius and Vexen gliding through the murky waters. When he turned to face forward again, he spotted an old, dirty marble pattern along the seafloor, sets of stairs and broken remnants of what were once grand columns, reduced to pebbles and chunks.

Although Talus didn’t recognize every telltale sign of an ancient realm, Oliver sure did. If the occasion was less time-sensitive, he might’ve stuck around for a lot longer, taking notes as well as he could and bringing small samples home for studying and improving the tribe’s knowledge of those who came before them.

Sadly, all Oliver could do at this point was admire the scenery on the way towards the temple’s entrance, holding back a disappointed sigh and only letting a few bubbles slip through his open nostrils. At least he’d surely get the chance once this task was done. Once Talus had let go of him, Oliver chose to frog-kick his way ahead rather than taking his time walking. His chubby body swayed and bounced with every kick, an uncommon sight that his boyfriend always loved to see up close. He inched forward, pushing himself ahead at a steady pace despite his lackluster buoyancy.

Talus would’ve sped past him if he felt like it, but… he wanted to admire his lover for a little longer. He swam right behind him, slipped under him, blew some playful bubbles just to see them ripple and slide and rub against Oliver’s curves and folds… “Lblookgblin’ ghloodbl, Oglbllie~!”

This caught Olive by surprise. Air was gonna be at a premium already, and for tasks like these, even with how efficient they all are at bubbletalking, it was usually a good idea to keep the yammering at a minimum. Still, though, that Talus chose to use a moment like this to praise his loving boyfriend… It stirred something in him. “Thblanksgbl, hblunbl,” Oliver replied with a blush and a hand rubbing his cheek. Talus could notice his frog-kicks got a little clumsier for a moment. For now, even in an eerie place like this, they both seemed quite relaxed…

The slow swim to the entrance at least gave enough time for Darius and Vexen to catch up. The two passed by Oliver and Talus soon enough, barely deterred by the two lovers’ antics, and got to the cold, even-darker entrance a few seconds ahead

Now able to peek inside the temple proper, the group had found it in just about the conditions they expected. Nature had already reclaimed it long ago. Green moss, barnacles, cracks and holes decorated every wall so thoroughly it was hard to distinguish what had once been white marble along its surfaces. Small fish and assorted critters swirled and scattered wherever prying eyes couldn’t find them.

More importantly, the vibe inside this place was… different. Despite the dark lurking ahead, there was enough faint sunlight sneaking its way through its tattered and broken walls and ceilings that there was rarely any truly thick layer of darkness in sight. The murkiness of the ancient, calm water around them covered the hallways and corridors like a thick fog, making it that much harder to tell which way led to potential treasures and which would only have you bumping against a huge pile of debris.

They had all barely taken a step — or a kick, in this case — inside the main hallway when something seemed to shift ahead, rumbling and groaning and thumping so loudly the walls shook. The group huddled closely together with a surprised bubbly yelp, their dicks all inadvertently frotting against each other.

Somewhere up ahead, an enormous, cracked statue of an old god had been grinded down enough by erosion, the currents, and now by a group of Buizels that stirred said currents enough to jostle it a little too much. The sound they had heard was that statue smashing against the temple’s floor, reduced to rubble and scattered gems.

As if things hadn’t been startling enough, the rumbling had not stopped. The Buizels stayed alert, with Darius staying above them ready to shove and fend off any falling rubble that might hurt them. But maybe if they had been a little more alert, they might’ve noticed a pile of heavy rocks slowly amassing right up against the entrance, dumped mercilessly by sheer act of nature. A more religious tribe member might’ve chalked it up to anger from above at those who dared disturb such an important place. For Talus in particular, though, this was just some real bad luck popping in at the worst time. Maybe Vexen had a point.

“Mmph—!” One of the Buizels let out a worried grunt, suddenly aware of how bad things had gotten already. It was hard to tell who let out the squeaky noise, though, when they had all huddled so closely.

The next one to make noises, though, was easier to distinguish. “Dblon’t frgbleakbl outbl.” Vexen chose his bubbly words carefully, soothing their worries while still keeping enough air to avoid straining himself. “Tblempgle’sbl fblallgling ablpblart ablnywgblay, gblottbla blbe othbler wblaysgbl blout. Cgl’monbl.” He nudged himself away from the startled group and headed towards one of many possible paths ahead; even a temple as big as this one only had so much to hide. Best to get all the paths outta the way early, he assumed.

Darius soon followed along for a few reasons. One, he knew Vexen was trustworthy and had a good head on his shoulders, even if he takes things a little too casually sometimes. Two, he’s got a great butt and seeing him swim ahead would be a perfect distraction for that knot in his throat, and the telltale warm discomfort that was already building in his chest. He may be one of the strongest Buis around, but he’s still got the same limits as everyone else, and the sea does not pick and choose who gets to feel the tug of airlessness.

Talus, though, had other plans. He refused to believe he might be bested by piles of mossy rocks and cracked marble. Spotting a glimmer at the end of an entirely different, very dim corridor, he flew through the water, and Oliver followed with measured frog-kicks. …Sure would’ve been nice if Talus saw his lover’s fat dick bouncing around some more.

Specks and particles brushed against Talus’s curves, with a bit of a scrunched up snout. He was feeling the strain already too, but he chose to fend it off as long as he could. That first heave has a way of chiseling away at his resolve, so he usually found it better to delay and reject it and deal with it later. Surely by the time he gets home he’ll have only squeezed out a few, at most a dozen.

A small, brief burst of bubbles pushed its way out of his system and slipped through the cracks in the ceiling…

On the other side of the ancient temple, Vexen had already found himself in a bit of a… situation.

“Mmph! Ghh… Hrm…” Even the most skilled Hunter runs into trouble from time to time, but the kind of trouble that Vexen got himself into was more embarrassing than usual. The Buizel grabbed ahold of some lodged debris and pulled himself forward, with enough strength to bare his teeth, but he would not budge an inch. When he tried the opposite, trying to squeeze his way back where he came from, he still remained stuck in place, losing a handful of precious air bubbles in the fruitless effort.

Darius knew exactly what had gone wrong, and it wasn’t hard to see it, either. His friend had somehow gotten lodged between the rubble and the ceiling, an attempt to easily swim forward spoiled by a simple matter of size and pressure.

Vexen’s ass was stuck.

“Grrrh…” And Vexen was more annoyed than worried, maybe a bit flushed even. He tapped his finger against the pile of rubble and laid down patiently, hopeful that Darius would be his usual mighty self. Surely, he could pound his way through the rocks like they’re mere paper, or even bust down the floor below them to make room for a proper swim through, right?

On the other side of things, Darius, however, was left with choice paralysis. He peered forward, unable to see anything past Vexen’s waist; at least he was holding it in just fine for now. The tough material of the rubble, a mix of stone, marble, steel and wood all piled up, made it hard to punch through without hurting or breaking something. No use pushing or pulling the rubble, either. Although maybe something else could use a push.

Darius swam up to his friend’s butt. In a spot like this, what’s the best spot to squeeze for a real good push? The Brawler stretched out his hands a few times, hovering an inch away from the plump cheeks, but each angle seemed sketchier than the last. He was gonna have to grip a fierce handful of Vexen meat no matter where he aimed. The warmth in his lungs was getting quite uncomfortable, though, becoming more of a hot, tingling feeling that couldn’t be suppressed for much longer. He could never look the Prince in the eye again if he had to go home empty-handed, especially if it’s because a coworker’s bouncy rear was too fat to budge.

Even in a pacifist tribe, this is a time for heroes, and feats of strength. With both hands, one on each cheek, Darius squeezed Vexen’s huge butt tight and pushed with all he had, plus some more. “HrrrRGHBLBL!” The swift cloud of bubbles that leaked past his teeth and nostrils brushed against Vexen’s rear, and Darius pressed the side of his face right between them, finding a decent, soft spot to press even more. No amount of flailing and toe-curling from Vexen deterred the aspiring royal guard. He shoved hard.

It only took a little more budging, a shift between the rocks piled high, for the whole thing to crumble down and give way to a much, much wider gap. It took considerable effort, for something that needed about ten seconds of pushing, but Vexen was free! He spun through the water a bit before stopping himself, and Darius was carried by momentum towards him. They bumped chests against each other, the Hunter unwittingly finding himself pinned to a wall by Darius’s chiseled chest.

“Mmph… Uhbl… Th-Thblanksgbl!” They were just friends and all, but it was moments like these that really brought out the… tension. Had something like this happened at home, they wouldn’t have hesitated to relieve that tension, something Vexen was eager to do as he, absentminded, rubbed a foot against the Brawler’s thigh.

Darius still, after all that, refused to say much, saving his air no matter how stale it’s gotten by now. But he was clearly pleased to be a great help for this task; he blushed, double-teamed by Vexen’s advances and the thought of his Prince swooning once he hears of this feat of strength. He kept these spicy thoughts to himself as he pulled away and beckoned Vexen to swim closely, still quietly repelling the need to breathe.

Vexen, as relieved as he was, found himself in slightly worse shape. “…Mmph.” His body protested, and the first heave caved in his chest just a bit. It’s that time already… As long as he didn’t panic and let the heaves happen naturally, he thought, he’d make it out of this just fine. He stayed close to Darius, swimming and kicking through the long, blurry hallway…

“Hrmph…??”

It hadn’t taken long for Talus and Oliver to run into something they weren’t prepared for. Their lonely yet quaint little swim through this side of the ruined hallways came to an abrupt stop as they turned a corner back towards the center of the temple. In front of them, wedged tightly between rocky debris and covered in old moss, laid a metal hatch door.

Oliver couldn’t see anything, peeking through its sole window into a mess of shadows and upturned bunk-beds and discarded trinkets. He had to back off, though, when he saw Talus had immediately chosen to get in on the action. The Scout grabbed the door’s handle and slooowly pulled it open, needing enough force to squeeze precious air out of his mouth, its now-useless bubbly form departing through the ceiling for good.

But Talus wasn’t worried, even if he could see the concern forming on his lover’s face — and feel the heaves make their unwelcome debut. There was no other way forward, after all, and he had trained precisely for moments like this. They had stumbled into what seemed like an entire abandoned submarine, ripe for scavenging and rummaging! Even if there was little worth losing air and time for, any well-preserved historical objects or writings would be worth their weight in gold.

And Oliver knew this well, though he still couldn’t help but worry for Talus’s worsening condition, as much as he often put on a brave face about it. Wandering together through the trashed piles of gear and gadgets was a welcome distraction, but little more than that.

“…Mmphgblbl…” Talus, or rather, his lungs, whined audibly. The air was too stale for comfort now, and it needed to be let out and replenished. But even in a sealed, undisturbed ship like this, there was no air pocket in sight. Even in spots where it would make sense for there to be one, like the tilted ceiling looming in the far corner, a slight uphill swim with no reward at the end of it — other than a glimpse of light that signaled a tight way out.

He was in a bit of a rush as he dug through the mass of objects laid out on the steel floor, having to really strain his eyes just to see the covers. None seemed remarkable to him, likely a wide variety of tall tales and long-winded engaging stories to keep the crewmates’ minds busy on those interminable missions. He knew Oliver would’ve loved to bring a few dozen of these home, though, if only to get to work on some of the foreign languages that had yet to be deciphered.

…Right, Oliver! Where did he swim, or walk off to—

“HRMPH—!” As he peeked into the doorway into one of many of the worn-down personal quarters, Talus was greeted by an up-close sight of his boyfriend’s fat dick. Oliver had been looking high and low for any place where battery crystals might lurk, and as he snooped around above the doorways for hidden goodies, his crotch had ended up right around Talus’s face.

Despite more pressing worries going on (namely, the fire that had begun to build inside the Scout’s quivering chest), there was never a bad time for a little tease. Talus lightly brushed Oliver’s hip, and laid a kiss on the tip of his dick. Oliver flinched at first, but quickly realized who the culprit was without looking. Even with the tiniest smooch, he was intimately familiar with his boyfriend’s lips…

The plump Buizel waved his feet around a bit, still keeping his hands and eyes busy reaching for something that caught his attention, until his feet rested on Talus’s cheeks. He rubbed them gently, smooth soles gliding with ease along his lover’s face, and even placing a toe up against the Scout’s soft lips. It was the lightest of pokes, and Talus almost opened his mouth to welcome it. That might lose him more air than it’s worth, sadly. “…Grmph.”

There was better news ahead, though. Reaching his thick arm as far in as he could, Oliver felt around and tugged towards him something glowy. The soft teasing had to stop right away as he pulled back and sank back onto the floor, carrying something small in his hand. He showed it to Oliver with a bubbly, eager smile.

“Fbloundgl oblne!” Oliver chirped. He revealed a small necklace, delicate and mostly preserved, and its main feature was a light-blue crystal the size of Oliver’s thumb. If one were to hold it against an ear, they would hear a faint hum — and this crystal seemed quite healthy, with a higher hum and a steady glow that didn’t waver.

A battery crystal… And one of this size could last, what, a month? Two months?

As chipper as Oliver seemed about it, staring at it constantly, Talus didn’t look too impressed, as happy as he was to see him like this. We went all the way down here just to bring a tiny little pebble back home? And that would impress the Prince? He’d scoff if he had the air to spare. Instead, he held down a rough heave and waved at Oliver to keep moving along.

Talus backed up and swam across the various rooms laid out along the sunken sub, not even looking inside to see if anything valuable remained. He tended to be hasty and all, sure, but mostly he feared that if he stopped for even a moment, his body might start complaining about it in ways he can no longer ignore.

Oliver had a feeling that this was the case. He waddled and frog-kicked closely behind, and he hadn’t even felt a tug in his chest this whole time. Hell, he might even lend Talus some of his air, if only he could catch up to him. But the chubby Bui was just a little too allured by the old, yet advanced craftsmanship that went into building this submarine. Had this been closer to the tribe’s home (and not embedded inside a ruined, probably-cursed temple), it would’ve made for a great spot for housing, not to mention the immense potential for scholarly research!

“Hrrghgbl! Mmphbl!” Some very familiar noises brought Oliver back to reality, though. Talus had barely slipped out of sight, climbing above the mess of waterlogged switches and buttons at the control room and crawling through a blasted section of the submarine’s hull. But his gargled struggles were unmistakable. Oliver knew exactly what those noises meant. He hurried ahead as fast as his big strong legs could take him, pushing the water aside frantically, before quickly flipping Talus around and locking lips with him. He was overdue for some buddy breathing. Or lover breathing, in this case?

Talus could never reject an offer like this. He was embarrassed that his confidence was unfounded, sure, but at least Oliver knew how to keep him safe. “Hrmmmmph… Hmph…” The kiss went on for quite a while, and the exchange of air was very slow. Had it gone on for another ten seconds or so, Talus feared, his boyfriend might’ve emptied himself out just to be sure. But, once the relief had settled in long enough, Talus pulled away, a hand on Oliver’s shoulder and another on his hip. He didn’t say anything; he just nodded and rubbed him slightly, a silent thank-you.

Now, however, Oliver was the one who felt that discomfort starting to grip at his airways. And Talus, sated as he was, wouldn’t be too far behind with such warm, stale air swirling in his lungs.

Darius and Vexen had already been waiting for the other two Buis by the time they all managed to meet again. They rested against a crumbled pile of rock that used to be a wall, in decent shape but clearly feeling their bodies’ constant requests for a breath. They stayed calm, Vexen especially, even with the heaves getting harder to control. Darius was already quiet enough; he wasn’t gonna say a single syllable more until he got back home.

“…Fblindgl anblythglingbl?” Vexen suddenly bubble-asked the two lovers. He might as well spend his last bits of spare air asking important questions, before he has to hold on to the essential air.

Oliver showed the crystal on its necklace, which he had tied around his neck for safekeeping. He approached the other two to show it off, and the glow immediately caught the attention of Darius, who raised an eyebrow. As a former royal guard who had seen them in person before, he knew exactly what this battery crystal was capable of. His eyes widened, and he gripped and rubbed the crystal to get a feel for its remaining charge.

Talus kept his mind elsewhere for a reason. He could see a gap in the ceiling, fragile but wide enough for even Oliver and Darius (and Vexen’s butt) to fit through with ease. They got what the Prince asked for, their work here was done, and they wouldn’t even have to let a single drop of water in before they got home!

…But something else piqued Talus’s curiosity.

“Hmmbl…?”

He heard a hum somewhere. As he traced his fingers along the walls of the shattered, cramped alcove, tiny bubbles seeping along the cracks and staying snug in them, he leaned closer to these walls and kept track of where this hum got the loudest.

At its peak, it was noisy enough to drown out any errant thoughts in the Buizel’s head. And sure enough, as he looked closely through the tiny cracks and disheveled blocks of worn marble…

A harsh blue light emanated within a hidden chamber, and a crystal inside it lurked just out of reach.

This was not a small crystal. It was half the size of Talus himself. “Lblookgbl!” He blurted out, pointing it out to the rest of the group immediately. “Iblt’s agl BGLIGL oblne!” There was no way he was leaving without this thing, at least not until his body gave in entirely.

Darius was the first to examine whatever Talus was bubble-yapping about, and he put a hand on his head once he realized what lurked beyond the thick, rocky wall. If he could bring one of this size to the Prince… Surely, he’d get another shot at guard status. And a footjob.

Vexen, though… Vexen had seen this kind of behavior before. Surely, there was no reason to just go home, deliver the smaller crystal, recover and come back, right? Was the risk of this entire temple falling in on itself that bad suddenly? The way that giant statue further back had crumbled with just a shift in the water currents, it… Well. Honestly, it didn’t feel too far-fetched right now.

Still, what is there to do about a reward that’s this out of reach? There’s no magic button to press that would make the wall crack open all of a sudden—

Crrrrrck.

Vexen had barely pressed a hand against a nearby wall, just to lean on it, when he felt it slide and give way. A tile grinded back just by an inch, and the wall that guarded the crystal rumbled and slipped juuuust a little bit open. Nowhere near enough for anyone to slip through, but progress had suddenly, impossibly been made.

“Hmhphbl?!” Oliver perked up, enough to make his chest quiver, but at least this kept his uncomfortably warm throat out of his thoughts. Were there… more tiles they could all press? The clever Scholar waved to the group and pointed out what Vexen had accomplished. Even after he had pulled away from the tile switch, it remained pressed!

Darius, Talus and Oliver wasted no time doing the same, feeling up every tile along every floor, wall and ceiling of the small room to see which gave way and which didn’t…

Talus quickly found one above him that needed to be pushed at a certain, annoying angle to sink all the way in.

Darius had snuck all the way in a corner somewhere and clicked a sliver of one, all that remained of what was once a smooth marble square.

Oliver stepped on one by accident.

With every press, the wall to the hidden chamber gave in just a teensy bit more, staying open for good, hopefully. It hadn’t even finished widening before Talus was already swimming towards it, letting out a bubbly huff and a wide grin in satisfaction. To think Oliver was satisfied with such a tiny one! And now he was about to bring the mother of all crystals home, pristine and bright as the sun! A total victory!

“…Tblalgblusl—!!” Oliver barely saw his figure swim above him, a blur of Buizel fur and swaying balls, before his boyfriend sped into the chamber without a care in the world. He called out to him, air be damned, but Talus didn’t answer.

…Hey, wasn’t it weird that no one saw any traps in this temple until now?

That thought crossed Oliver’s mind a little too late. Although he followed after Talus right away, he couldn’t stop him from casually flying in through the water, a trickle of bubbles seeping from his flaring nostrils, and grabbing the crystal immediately.

Fearing the worst, Oliver snuck below the stone table where the crystal rested and covered his head. “Mmph! Ublh ohgbl!”

Talus was, for whatever reason, unfazed. At least until he actually lifted the battery crystal — lighter than expected, but certainly the real deal — and saw a tile switch shifting. This one moved up, no longer blocked by the crystal’s weight…

Small tiles within the room opened up, giving way to various tubes that slid into view. They shook and jostled in place, a metallic rumble that echoed somewhere far from this spot. Something within them was being brought forward. But what was it?

They simply kept shaking. No sign of anything else happening.

But what was it?

Against his better judgment, Oliver shuffled a little bit beyond his safe spot and peeked inside one of the tubes. There was not much inside them, other than a few scant bubbles that slipped through them and fizzled against the cracked roof.

Was… Was this trap trying to flood the room? Oliver had certainly heard it as one of many, many deterrents against thieves in the olden days. As soon as they’d nab whatever they were trying to steal, the room would seal, and cold water would pour in, cold enough to be bad for any actual breathholding experts. Hey, at least this water didn’t seem cold at all, not to mention that oh yeah, the entire temple is already flooded as is.

But why wasn’t the room sealed, anyway?

THUD.

“GHMPH!!” Vexen and Darius had no time to react. They only saw a massive stone slab slide and crash between the chamber’s entrance. Through tiny cracks on the wall, they could only see the other two’s blurry figures swim up against this thick slab and try to budge it, to no effect. Even Darius couldn’t move it or make a dent with a few thunderous kicks. Any more than that, and they risked bringing the whole temple down with it.

Inside, the two lovers circled and felt around for any switches or loose blocks that might help them out of here, but only found impenetrable stone and moss — and a room filled with water, with no spot for any air pockets to form. Oliver heaved hard, covering his mouth to prevent a cloud of bubbles from escaping, while Talus put the heavy crystal on the ground to preserve his air and energy. Still, the urge to breathe — much like this room right now — was inescapable. Talus heaved too, and he let out a frustrated, bubbly grumble. He only calmed down a little when he felt Oliver lay a hand on his shoulder and sit down with him.

Although Darius and Vexen kept their cool and stuck around to help their friends make it out of this, one thing was certain: Talus and Oliver were trapped, with no other way out.

The contractions had become overwhelming. Even for their kind, staying this deep and using up this much strength for so long was really pushing it. Talus slumped down sitting onto the rocky floor right next to Oliver, a hand on his own chest while another laid on his chubby lover’s thigh.

He would’ve liked to spark a distraction of some sort, shakily massaging that thigh some more, but both physically and mentally, he felt that deep discomfort growing.

With a long, muffled whine, Talus arched his back and clenched his fists. No longer minding much about whatever air he had left, the guilt-ridded Scout felt an immense urge to vent.

“Cblrapgl, Ibl’m sgblorrybl!” He bubbled out, and he didn’t feel like taking the time to pick and choose what to say would help. “Ollblie, Ibl’m sgblorry thblat youbl glot stbluckbl heblre wblith mgle! Yglou dblid evlerblythgblingl rblight ahblnd Igl rbluiblned blit blby blbleingl tbgloo hblastgly lblike alblwaglys!!” Talus was full-on bubble-rambling at this point, waving his hands around and looking deeply into Oliver’s eyes with an increasingly strained sense of regret. “Wblhy didbl Ibl thgblinkl Ibl’d jglustbl crbluisegl thrblough tblhis wglhenbl Igl’ve nblevergl evblen bgleenbl hblere blglefblore?! Grmph… I-Ibl jglust wblantgled tblo blbe h-hglelpblfulbl lblike yblou— Hrmmph!!”

Before he could waste any more air, Oliver brought him closer and hugged him tight, keeping him as comfortable as he could be given the dire circumstances. Their warm, dense fur brushed and rubbed together, and that at least kept some part of Talus’s mind occupied, with thoughts of them cuddling like this back home in their little tent. Oliver took the chance to lend a bit of his air, too, sensing that Talus might straight-up pass out from the burn of such emptied lungs. When they locked lips, the Scout let out a worried whine; he couldn’t help but think of how badly he wanted Oliver to keep this air to himself.

“Mmh… Iblt’sgl ogblkaybl.” Oliver said calmly. He hesitated for a moment, all too aware of how precious their last bits of air were, but… he felt saying this was more important. “Yblou’rebl abl glgood, blbravehgl Blbuizblel aglnd yblou’ve eablrnedbl thglat coblnfibldencebl. Igl’m hblere fblor abl rbleasongl… Rblathergl blbe stbluck wblith yglou thblanbl lbleftgl wblithblout. Cblome hglerebl. Igl gblot yblou, lblove.”

Oliver held his boyfriend tenderly and laid his head on his big, soft thighs. Their heartfelt words may have bubbled and slipped out of view right away, but the meaning behind them lingered plenty. Despite the fierce heaves that shook their bodies multiple times a second, they managed to stay quite relaxed. Had they felt more pessimistic about their chances, they might’ve even been relieved to lay it all out like this and not have to worry about going up for air anymore. For now, at least, their hopes of being rescued still remained in the back of their minds.

…Although, maybe not enough for a different thought to cross Oliver’s mind this time around.

“…Mmph?? Ghh…” Talus felt a touch along his crotch, and tensed up before slumping his head back onto Oliver’s thigh. His lover’s hand had wrapped softly against his dick, with just the amount of deftness he’d come to expect. The big guy knew just where to rub…

If we’re gonna go out like this, Oliver thought to himself, gently brushing his partner’s head, I might as well dote on him on the way out. A finger slid along the Scout’s glans; even several dozen feet below the surface, the warm, slick texture of a droplet of pre was hard to ignore.

Talus had to keep his eyes locked on Oliver’s, as any other sight might’ve reminded him that he’s only got a little bit left before the sea tries to claim him. The stimulation gave him intense shivers, even when it might’ve been more useful to just relax and go as limp as his body allowed. A truly perilous situation that calls for assertiveness… and he’s still found himself being the sub, as usual.

The gentle dom making him squirm barely seemed fazed at this point. His body felt the brutal heaves and buckling, sure, but there was no need for a deep mental effort to remain steady. All he cared about right now was helping to push Talus’s buttons. The burning within his lungs and the vice grip on his bouncing chest would have to get in line.

Talus lifted his hips. “Hrmmmph!! NMPH!” He quickly covered his mouth, and he arched his back, tensing and curling his toes. Tiny muffled whines, noises that were uncharacteristically high-pitched for such a well-known carrier of bravado, all slipped past his clenched teeth. Only a few tiny bubbles were even left to slide past those gaps, soon leaving him with mere scraps of stale air yet again. These airless struggles clashed hard with the familiar comfort of Oliver jerking him off real good.

…Suddenly, before those feelings could mesh together into a warm mix of deep pleasure, Talus felt himself being lifted up and placed gingerly atop the pedestal where the crystal once rested. The weight switch buckled just a teensy bit as his back was pressed against it; the surface was flat and made of old, malleable rock. It’d have to do the job as a makeshift bed.

The change in scenery lasted just enough for the outside world to briefly come back into focus. Faint bumps and bangs were still heard behind the stone slab, and it occasionally shifted and shook as Darius was likely trying his best to move it.

This reminder of their murky peril did not last long. Oliver loomed above his partner and leaned down for a deep kiss, no air left to share this time. They instead met, with shaky, emptied huffs, savoring each other’s sea-salted taste of soft lips. Talus locked his legs around Oliver’s waist, who took the hint loud and clear to lean a little harder into this.

The chubby Buizel pinned his partner’s wrists against the rocky surface, leaving him with no more chances to cover his snout; either the water or Oliver’s tongue would be next in line. Poor Talus wanted to shake his head and push him off so bad, but, well… he didn’t want Oliver to think he was against any of this.

Especially when he felt Oliver’s length poking and throbbing against his soft hole. “G-Ghhh… Gheh…” The Buizel’s tails curled out of the way. Talus may have the bigger balls, but Oliver is for sure the girthiest of the two. His fat dick slowly inched forward, its head sliding inside with ease even while underwater. The rest of his dick was more of a problem, though, a size issue that Talus always insisted he’d work on more. …Hey, with things the way they are, they might as well do that now.

“Mrrp!” Talus squeaked out a flustered, gay little noise, pushing out whatever tiny bubbles were still lodged in his airways. He moved his feet and pressed his soles against Oliver’s chest. He rubbed it slowly, shakily, feeling every little curve, his cute round moobs, his sensitive nips, even the harsh heaves that made his ribs flare. While this was going on, Oliver was taking his sweet time sliding all the way inside his lover’s hole, taking advantage of every moment of relaxation to slip and push further in.

Oliver had barely gotten halfway in, keeping Talus firmly in place, when he saw his partner’s open nostrils sneak in a bit of water.

“GHLP—” Talus tried to grasp at his own neck, but he was pinned tight. When he coughed and sputtered the water out, more of it flew right in, filling the empty space that had blockaded his lungs for so long. Talus clenched his eyes shut and gargled hard, a fierce first taste of the sea that even Oliver could feel; his lover’s hole tightened such that his dick almost slipped out entirely. Instead, Oliver kept it in place and waited for a chance to burrow it even deeper.

“Hrk— O… llie…!” Talus called out to his partner with a gurgled, barely audible noise. There were no bubbles to let out anymore, just deep water pumping in and out of his throat. He locked his legs once again, though, so this wasn’t a panicked cry for help. It was a loving, lustful plea to stay right here and give it to him.

Time was ticking. Oliver would join his boyfriend in waterlogged struggles soon enough, and he didn’t want to waste the minutes they had left. With one last hearty push, he slid balls-deep and felt Talus’s butt rub against his thighs, then carefully started to move back and forth. A determined look grew on Oliver’s face, not to get his lover out of this but to make their potential drowning feel so, so good from start to finish…

“Mrmh…! Tblalglbus— hmrph!” Oliver felt himself going all empty, too, his own last bubbles spent calling to his dear partner. As he leaned forward, the weight switch ceding a little more under the weight of two Buizels, his lips met Talus’s and he snuck his tongue in deep. He could feel the water swirling and flowing like a current through the Bui’s throat, in and out through flaring nostrils and past the brief gaps between kisses… Burying his dick deeply, he felt himself throb, aroused so much by the thought of going down with the love of his life…

“Mrrglp. Hrk…” Oliver stayed surprisingly calm when the first gulp of water sloshed inside his empty lungs. He scrunched up his face and quickened the makeout with his dear Talus, letting go of his lover’s wrists to cradle his cheeks as he thrusted hard. The watery breaths got in and started fast, almost hyperventilating the sea into him whenever he dared pull out of the kiss for a moment.

There was no peril in their minds at this moment. No rumbling stone slab, no meddlesome switches, no need for air. It was just the two of them, and they craved the taste of each other so much that everything else became background noise. Even the fires of their lungs filled to the brim like water balloons couldn’t distract them enough to slow their deep thrusts, sloppy kisses and loud groans.

Oliver did not last very long. He shuddered hard, and spurts of cum filled Talus’s hole. The pleasure was so overwhelming that he could barely focus; the Buizel’s dick slipped out of his lover’s butt and spewed thick, white strings and clouds into the sea, floating gracefully all around the chamber.

He at least was aware of his surroundings enough to make sure Talus hit the spot too. He lifted his lover’s foot with one hand and expertly rubbed his hefty balls with the other. Then, he started kissing at his soles, licking them, nuzzling them, exhaling water from his nostrils against them, even sucking on his toes. It was too bad there were no bubbles to blow and wedge between those cute toes, but apparently that wasn’t needed for Talus to arch his back again and let out a gurgled whimper.

Talus came hard, a long and drawn-out orgasm that had him shaking and writhing in place. He squinted to try and distinguish Oliver’s face amid the darkening vision and murky water, wanting to see his lover clearly mid-orgasm while he still could. A tender smile formed on his face despite the immense effort needed just to stay awake amid waterlogged gasps. And during all this, he just kept on cumming, spilling his seed into the water and watching it mix with Oliver’s.

Pretty decent effort all around. The two Buizels had brought each other to climax without drowning first, and had the stone door been open right then and there, they might’ve even had the fumes of energy needed to make a swim for it…

Flop.

Oliver’s body had other plans. He had used up strength and reserves he didn’t even know he had, and now the bill was due. He slumped forward, his entire weight landing on top of Talus, and let out a tired grunt before gulping down more seawater. Now pinned even more than before, Talus had no choice but to stay put and share his warmth with him while they still could.

Their vision went dark. Even completely depleted, Talus could feel Oliver’s dick still throbbing slightly as it slid and frotted against his own.

As their pupils dilated and their bodies surrendered to the silent seas of the temple, the two lovers’ minds swirled with thoughts of what had just transpired, the feeling of fur against fur, the faint taste of cum slipping into their mouths, slight brushes between their hands and their feet, vague memories becoming dark, blurry shapes…

Talus’s chest rose slightly.

“…Mnh.” He squeaked out a groggy noise, still in the water. His chest puffed up some more, then deflated. Black vision gave way to fuzzy stars, a few colors — mostly blue — and eventually blurry figures sitting around him.

“…Hrgh! Gheh!” Once his brain had caught up enough, he realized he kinda needed to breathe. In a rush, he tried to sit up, but a pair of very strong hands kept him in place. Too weak to fend them off, Talus simply took a watery breath, and felt himself being… replenished.

“…Guh! Hrk, grgh!” He tried to speak, but it’s hard to say much with a waterlogged throat. He chose to just take those deep breaths he desperately needed instead, inflating his lungs all the way with water.

By now, he knew exactly where he was. The aura surrounding the tribe’s home had a healing effect that soothed the Buizels’ aches and wounds. Sure enough, what had once been life-draining water was instead revitalizing Talus, though it was still awkward to breathe water at all.

He suddenly tried to get up again. This time, the pair of hands that held him in place was a lot less strong, but he could recognize the gentle grip any day of the week. Oliver climbed on top of him and nuzzled him so hard and fast they might’ve gotten rug burn on dry land. Although the gurgles weren’t easy to hear, Talus could tell Oliver was calling his name with a big happy smile, relieved to no end that his dear Bui was okay.

Vexen didn’t even wait for the lovers to finish doting on each other to explain how they even survived. With the benefit of fresh lungfuls of air, he started to bubble-explain for quite a while…

A rumble began to reverberate across the temple. Vexen, arms clasped hard against his snout, looked around in a hurry to see what was going on, although the answer happened to be right in front of him.

The stone slab had risen, but only slightly; Vexen almost gasped from the shock if not for the blocked snout. But this tiny opening was all that his big, bubbling friend Darius needed to deliver the second, greater feat of strength.

“Wblatchgbl thblis! HRBLRBLRGHHRLBLGHGBL!!” Darius slid his fingers below the slab and pulled it up with everything he could muster. Like heroes of old, he moved a mountain with his hands alone. Worn rock grinded and roared against the entryway’s edges, and even when his knees shook he didn’t let go. With one rough shove, he lifted the slab just enough to slip under it and rest it against his back, pushing up just a little more, with room for one Buizel — or perhaps three — to pass through.

Vexen had to act fast. He flew into the chamber with assistance from his propeller tails, and saw the other two Buis had just been claimed by the sea. Although he was startled, he kept his cool enough to slowly move Oliver out of the way and drag him out of the chamber. Talus was next, too, and a noisy grind atop the pedestal piqued Vexen’s interest.

…Had these two used their combined weight to re-activate the switch? It was quite the miracle that they deduced this before passing out… Or maybe it was just a stroke of luck.

Either way, after exiting the chamber with both Buis saved — and a certain crystal nabbed as well — Vexen took Talus away at breakneck speed, not even caring about the gulps of water he had already taken, while Darius carefully lowered the slab back down before dragging the slumped, heavy Oliver to safety, cheeks puffed to an absurd degree…

“…Ablndbl thblere wblas cglum allbl oglver thble chblambergl fblor sblomebl rbleasglon.” Vexen finished with a bit of a blush, scratching his chin.

“Ublh-hbluh. …Sblomebl rgbleasblon.” Darius let out a bubbly chuckle. He was, at least, impressed that Talus and Oliver even got to that point before drowning.

Although the two Buizel lovebirds stayed closely together, they were a bit too flustered to say much, other than letting columns of bubbles loose while they giggled from the combined relief and amusement.

“…Ybleah, whglo dblid thblat, hbluhbl?” Talus teased Oliver all of a sudden, tapping his shoulder.

“Hgbley, gblivebl ybloursglelf sblome crbledglit! Mblost oblf thblat wglas ygbloursbl!” Oliver told him, the sight of those thick clouds of cum still fresh on his mind.

The guards were flabbergasted.

By this time, the group had recovered from their escapade enough to go relay this true tale to the Prince himself. …He may have been pawing himself a bit during some of the juicier details, but he was still pleased that his fellow Buis had made it out of there, all safe and together. He was especially pleased that the crystal they had brought home was as heavy as two Buizels! He clapped and let out a bubbly squeal.

“Vblery wblell dgblonebl~! Thblis igls whblat scglavblenglging hbluntbls ablre allbl ablbloutbl, dblarlblings! Ohbl, thblere’s nblo dglepthsbl tblo mbly gbglratblitblude, blbut Ibl’ll trbly tblo rglewblardbl yblou eblnoughbl fglor iblt eiblthbler wblay!” He kicked his feet and bubble-giggled, although his mood soon turned a lot more sultry all of a sudden. It seemed he had decided on a reward already…

“…Jbloin mble ibln mgly blbedrbloom tblonblightbl. Ybles, yblou thblreebl. Yblou, yglou and ygblou.” He pointed to Talus, Oliver and Vexen. They all knew exactly what the Prince implied. There had been rumors that he’s quite into private orgies, often attended by his mighty guards, as well as whatever random non-tribe member had accidentally dived into their home. Peeking around a corner, Talus swore he could see a waterlogged Lopunny with a slutty swimsuit waiting in the bedroom; he seemed nervous, but oddly into this whole situation judging by his bulge. The thought of joining in on this was making the Buizels pent up…

“Yblou, thblougblh… Ibl’m stblartbling wblith yblou eablrly, Dblarblius, blbuddbly. Yglou wgblanna blbe mbly fblootrblest fblor abl lglittgle blbit~?”

“Y… YBLES MBLY PRBLINCBLE!” After handing the crystal over to a nearby guard, Darius rushed to the Prince’s side. He was soon beckoned to lie down on his back, right below his Prince’s throne.

As the other three Buizels swam away to prepare for the wild night, the throne room’s doors slowly closing behind them, they caught a glimpse of the Prince’s fancy, gem-adorned feet lowering onto Darius’s face, his soft soles tracing circles around the strong Bui’s bubbly snout, and his wiggly toes tickling his lips…