Chapter Text
“Hey Bubble, can I test something on you? It’s for the next adventure.” Caine said, swivelling in his office chair. He looked at Bubble floating over his shoulder. Before Bubble could answer, he snapped his fingers. A small colourful cube appeared in the air.
“Okay, you’ve got to eat it. It should change you into a random animal. I thought this could be a fun thing for the circus members to try and discover their ‘spirit animals.’” Caine fanned his hands open as he spoke the last two words.
Bubble gulped down the cube without a word. Why not? This probably wasn’t so much an ‘ask’ from Caine than a demand.
At first he didn’t feel anything. He stared at Caine with his tongue lolling out.
“And… Boss?” Bubble asked.
Caine frowned and brought a hand up to tap on his lower teeth. “It should work.”
Suddenly Bubble’s body glitched.
“Wha-“ his voice glitched out. Suddenly, his round bubble form grew and grew, parts elongating. Slowly, six appendages grew out of his body forming two legs and four arms. His body rippled and then his head separated from his body. His bubble head formed two small bumps at the top like horns and his face lengthened slightly like a snout. His body finalized, claws appearing on the tips of his five fingers hands. His skin still appeared like a bubble, reflective, transparent and shimmery.
“Huh,” Caine said, his voice surprised. “You kind of look like… a dragon? That’s not a real animal!”
He frowned again. “Huh. That wasn’t supposed to happen. You’re not supposed to get that large,” he muttered to himself.
Bubble reeled in turmoil. He felt bizarre. Bubble growled and shook his head. His emotions were muted, like a wall of fog between him and his rational thoughts. But at the same time, it’s like they were heightened. His baser instincts were sharper. So while he couldn’t say why he wanted to do certain things, he could certainly feel that he wanted a to do a great deal of things. And he wanted.
His eyes locked on Caine.
Caine seemed so tiny. He was floating below Bubble which seemed strange. His desk and office chair seemed like toys beneath him.
“Maybe I need to change the code at the beginning and eliminate non-real possibilities. This isn’t supposed to be fantasy,” Caine mumbled.
Caine looked so grabbable with his little red coat with the tails and the way that his broad shoulders narrowed down to his petit waist. The desire flooded Bubble and his arm moved before he even thought. He scooped Caine up in his fist, easily closing around the small ringmaster.
“Woah! Bubble!” Caine scolded, pushing his hands against Bubble’s massive fist. It didn’t do anything.
“I wonder what went wrong…” Caine mumbled to himself before he raised his right hand. “Oh well, we’ll try again!” He snapped.
Bubble felt Caine’s command of code try and affect him. It felt like a bucket of water dumping across his body, only it rolled off him like he was waterproof.
“W-what?” Caine stammered, his voice rising an octave. He snapped again. And again. Bubble shook his body as the feeling ran over him.
“Uhhhhhh, Bubble? Buddy? Think you could, uh, let me go?” Caine’s voice was shrill with panic.
Bubble did. Caine breathed a sigh of relief and straighten his lapels. Caine zipped back, trying to put distance between them. Bubble didn’t like not having Caine. He very much liked grabbing him he thought. Bubble frowned and his arm shot out again. He grabbed Caine’s coattails as he tried to dodge.
Caine squeaked as Bubble pulled him closer. He closed his second hand around Caine, releasing his coattails with his other hand.
“H-hey Bubble,” Caine squeaked, his voice rising with panic. “What are you doing?”
He wasn’t sure what he wanted, but he wanted. It certainly felt right to have Caine. Bubble brought Caine closer to his face. Caine squirmed in his grasp and his eyes widened in fear.
Fear. Bubble frowned again. That wasn’t what he wanted. He liked that Caine was squirming and closer to him, but he didn’t want fear.
He slowly shrank his size, wondering if that would help. Rather than being able to hold Caine in a single hand, he now had to hold him with two. He grasped Caine’s small waist and felt satisfaction ripple through him. Yes, this was better. He rumbled with appreciation.
Caine’s shoulders dropped slightly as their drastic size difference shrank.
“Y-you just like grabbing me?” Caine laughed nervously, placing his hands on top of Bubble’s like he was ready to try and push him off. Not that he would be able to; Bubble was still quite a bit larger than him.
“You’re grabbable,” Bubble rumbled.
“What does that mean?” Caine squirmed slightly, testing Bubble’s new hold on him.
Bubble simply hummed. It meant he was grabbable! He looked better like this, two large hands snug around that tiny waist. He rubbed his thumbs back and forth caressing Caine’s midsection.
Caine sputtered. “W-what are you d-doing?” A flush rose to his lower jaw.
“Mmm, what I want,” Bubble answered.
Caine swallowed. “And what do you want?”
Bubble considered. What did he want? He wanted to keep going. He wanted to make Caine squirm. He liked the blush on Caine’s face.
“This,” Bubble finally rumbled. “Caine.”
Caine laughed nervously, patting Bubble’s hands. “Well, you’ve got me! Y-you can let me go at any point. I won’t, er, run away,” Caine said not terribly convincingly.
Bubble brought Caine close to his face, sniffing him. He’s not sure why. He’s never had any urge to do so in the past. But somehow in this form, smell comes through in a way that it doesn’t when he’s simply a bubble.
But Caine smells so good. Like bubble bath. Like angel food cake. Like the perfect harmony of a good joke. Like the epitome of flipped power dynamics. He smells like everything Bubble’s ever wanted.
“O-okay, Bubble,” Caine sputters out, pressing one hand against his round face. His eyes are wide and he looks nervous.
Bubble inhales again, closing his eyes. He wants. He’s intoxicated. He wonders if Caine will taste as good as he smells. His tongue darts out, licking Caine’s chest. His tongue is so large that it covers his whole chest.
“Wha-“ Caine cuts off as he snaps his teeth shut against Bubble’s tongue. Bubble rumbles. Caine does taste good.
Bubble repeats his action, licking Caine’s chest again. Caine shudders and squirms in his grasp.
“W-what,” Caine says in a strangled tone. “Why?”
Because he wants to. Bubble ignores him.
He moves down slightly, his large tongue laving over Caine’s waist and abdomen. Mm, even better. He continues, lapping at the ringmaster. Caine squirms in his hold, opening his teeth once his face is not in danger of being licked.
Caine’s lower jaw is flushed and he’s starting to tremble in Bubble’s grasp.
A warm feeling floods Bubble and he moves further south, pressing his tongue between Caine’s legs and licking. Caine squeaks and shudders. He snaps his legs shut and his hands shoot down to cover his crotch.
“B-Bubble!” He exclaims, shock and panic making his voice extra high. “What are you doing?”
“You taste good,” Bubble says. This is it. This is exactly what he wants. Intoxicating heat floods through him. He noses toward Caine’s legs again, only to have Caine press his hands against his face.
Caine’s lower jaw is flushed crimson. “Y-you can’t!” He stutters out.
Bubble frowns slightly. Well this won’t do. He sinks down to the ground, laying Caine gingerly on the floor of his office. He inadvertently looms over him due to their size difference. He places two hands carefully on his waist again, holding him in place. He uses his third arm to hold himself upright while his fourth hand snakes over and pushes Caine’s legs apart. Caine blushes furiously.
He laves his tongue between Caine’s legs once more. Caine whimpers and trembles in his hands. Bubble rumbles his approval and does it again and again. Caine squirms and turns his teeth to the side, trying to contain his noises.
Bubble’s tongue is large and firm. He’s loving the quiet whimpers and moans that he’s drawing from Caine. He laves his tongue insistently over Caine’s crotch. Caine spreads his legs wider and he covers his teeth with his arms out of embarrassment.
There’s nothing there, at Caine’s crotch, but it still feels strangely wonderful. He’s smooth as a gnome down there, and yet it makes Caine squirm and moan. Heat floods through Bubble and he can’t stop.
Bubble moans as he watches Caine lose it. Caine’s clothing is soaked in Bubble’s saliva and he wishes it was gone. Can Caine remove his clothes? Carefully, Bubble uses a single claw from his hand to try and slice Caine’s pants. It works!
Pale skin is revealed. Bubble tears Caine’s pants further.
“You could have j-just asked,” Caine pants.
Bubble leans forward and sniffs him again. He groans and licks Caine’s bare skin. Caine moans loudly and shudders.
“Oh! H-holy gloinks!”
Bubble’s head swims. He tips forward and presses his tongue hard against Caine’s crotch. Caine makes a strangled moan and arches off the floor. His tongue lolls out of his teeth as he writhes against Bubble’s tongue. Bubble moans and incessantly licks him there. Caine sobs at the added heightened sensitivity of his skin. Bubble’s tongue is hot and wet and so perfect. It shouldn’t even matter since he doesn’t have genitals and sex doesn’t exist in the circus, but whatever this is, is driving him out of his mind.
“Please,” Caine begs.
Saliva is dripping from his lower jaw and his eyes are unfocused. Bubble presses firm, short licks against Caine’s crotch. Caine arches and pushes his hips against Bubble’s tongue, moans falling freely from his open jaws.
Bubble is insistent, clenching his claws into the floor. Heat floods his core and he moans. He wants Caine to- to-
Caine moans loudly, arching off the floor as his body shudders. His eyes glitch for a moment and then he slumps to the floor gasping for breath. Bubble stays close, licking his mouth as he watches his ringmaster.
Caine looks debauched. He’s soaked in saliva and his pants are torn open. His top hat in on the floor beside his teeth. He’s resting in a small puddle of his own drool and he slowly turns his head to face Bubble. He weakly lifts a hand to pat Bubble’s hands still wrapped around his waist.
“Was tha’ what you wanted, buddy?” Caine slurred.
Bubble rumbles his approval and gently picks Caine up. That was exactly what he wanted. He cradles Caine to his chest and curls up around him, making a nest out of his four arms and two legs. Caine sighs and closes his eyes.
“M’tired,” Caine mumbles.
“Sleep,” Bubble rumbles fondly. He gently pets a hand down Caine’s side before laying his head beside Caine.
He could sleep too, now that he’s satisfied. The aching well of want has dissipated inside him, sated by Caine.