Author's Note
This story contains Vore, gas and plot worship.
Bubble Butt Case
Bubble-Butt Case
(A part in the Bubble Taboo Series.)
Writen by Septia.
The beat coursed through her. Speakers around the club poured out the musical lifeblood of the party, the same energy which set Pacifica's muscles in motion. Her fluorescent necklace shook with a bright glow yet, her pink ponytails flailing with her limbs in goofy dance moves. There, on the packed dance floor, she felt particularly alive. But then, she noticed somepony not quite as enthralled by the music as she was: a pale pear stallion who moved with excessive caution for being in the club. With a smile she danced up to him, shaking her body to the beat. The stallion picked up on her advances quickly. ”Rocking party right?” she asked with her back to him, before leaning her head backwards to give him a happy wink. The stallion seemed a little befuddled, but with more energy in his motions.
”Oh certainly, it is raving.” Pacifica couldn't help but smile and chuckle as she rubbed up against him for a moment in the heat of the music. As the current song was reaching its finale, Pacifica leaned in close to him.
”You could afford to loosen up some, wanna grab a drink with me?”
~ 1 ~
”Two sugar Rushes, don't hold on the karmotrine.” Pacifica announced as she took a seat at the bar with the green stallion. The bartender starting to mix some adelhyde for the drinks. The stallion gave a little smile to her.
”Appreciated, my name is Mint.” The green stallion said reaching his hoof to her. Pacifica giggled.
”I'm Pacific Glow myself, you don't come here often, right?” She picked up the newly mixed drink and sipped up the sweet, pink liquor.
”Not really, no. I am here to collect some information, heard a tip concerning the... Bubblegum Smudge case.” Pacifica nearly choked when he said that, putting down her glass and panting to get some air before looking up beaming.
”Oh really? I have written a ton of articles about that case.” She promptly placed a straw in her drink and slurped up her sugar rush a bit more cautiously. Mint blinked in surprise as he drank.
”Oh really? A journalist?” Pacifica held the empty glass above and caught a few drops on her tongue.
”Yessurie mister mint. Journalist for the Manehattaner in fact. And since most of my articles aren't published yet, that must make you a detective.” She couldn't help but smile, noticing his reaction to being found out so easily. ”Don't worry I won't tell.” Pacifica followed this by immediately saying ”Barkeep, one piano man for the detective.” With a cheerful snicker he gave her an appreciative nod and finished his sugar rush.
”But then, you must have a good amount of information about the case?” Pacifica adjusted her yellow hoof warmers.
”Certainly, I have a few ideas about the culprit actually,” in saying this she leaned in against him and gave his cheek a soft smooch, at the same time rubbing down at the growing bulge in her panties, which so neatly blended in with her coat colour, ”but talking about the bubblegum smudge case is a bit sensitive in a place like this.” She slipped off of the barstool and took a few steps, the plump pink flanks delicately bouncing on her hips with each step, something Mint couldn't look away from. ”How about we trash this joint and head over to my den?” Pacifica said with an added shake of her voluptuous bottom. Mint coughed a bit and wiped off his forehead.
”Well, sure, definitely!” Each word was spoken with more enthusiasm. The stallion proceeded with chugging down his drink. Pacifica smiled and wrapped a hoof around him.
”Come on then, you will love it trust me, I'll lead the way.” The jovial mare practically dragged him out of the club, not that he seemed to mind.
~ 2 ~
”... And there I was, having followed the treasure map to the dot, everything was like the old mare had told me.” Mint described as he walked with the buoyantly skipping mare next to him.
”Mmhm, and then?” Mint looked down.
”Someone got before me, there was a newly dug pit exactly where the treasure should be,” Mint had closed his eyes as he said this, but then he looked up with renewed confidence, ”but I almost had it, and it showed I was right.” Pacifica nodded to him as they veered off for her apartment.
”Wow you have been through a lot of adventures, many which you almost solved.” His leaf green mane flung wildly with his eager nods.
”Like how I almost caught the giant timber wolf. There I was, looking down into the forest vally in the late evening. When I suddenly looked up and saw its eyes. So tall that they reached up half the mountain behind it, burning bright like campfires.” Pacifica's face took on a curious expression, not wanting to suggest it might have been actual campers on the mountain.
~ 3 ~
With a creak the door opened to a dim apartment. ”Welcome to my official party den.” Pacifica jumped inside with high spirits. Here and there she landed on take out boxes or unwashed clothes. Mint could see at least twenty star mane bands scattered over the floor, along with other bits and bobs. Pacifica chuckled as she cleared off some laundry and grocery bags from her couch. ”Boy, I really ought to clean more, place was spotless just last fortnight.” She chuckled and brushed off the couch with her tail and picked up and drank the last of a soda bottle she found on it. Mint walked inside the rather sloppy apartment, heading up to couch.
”I would say it is very homely.” Pacifica chuckled and jumped to him, slipping on a trash bag in the last moment. Mint saw a cloud of pink fly towards him, her crotch slamming into his face and knocking him back into the couch. Through the light fabric he could feel the heat of of a cooped up sack. She had clenched her backlegs around his face in sheer reaction. For a moment they just sat there, Mint in the couch and a face full of mare musk, but then they they burst into laughter.
”Bubblegum smudge, it is a hard case really. I don't even know if it is true.” They were now sitting next to each other on the couch, Mint writing in his notepad.
”But there have been ponies going missing, and the closest to evidence there is so far are pictures of the missing ponies' belongings in various alleys.” Mint said, to which Pacifica nodded and leaned back, no longer wearing panties. Pacifica tapped her cheek.
”With the only pictures indicating of the culprit on scene being blurry, so all you can see is a pink smudge in the corner. I have seen all of those. I know of at least ten accounts that could point to this case.” While Pacifica spoke, Mint attempted not to show how much he stared at Pacifica's twitching meat. ”Like Nova flare, Roseluck, whoever that black braid belonged to.” The thick deep pink member twitched while she spoke, growing thicker and stiff the more she talked. ”But there are tones of missing ponies that don't tie up with smudge at all either. I mean, Fleur dis lee went missing just a while ago but she couldn't have been part of this.” Her member was pulsing, veins pumping blood to the stiff shaft. ”For all we know they might be lurking around some pipes in the sewers.” The pink pole flicked a bit at this, a few precious drops of translucent pre trailing down its length.
Mint only noticed that Pacifica was staring at him a a few moments after the fact, when he looked up from her shaft. She pulled a hoof around him and tugged him over, getting his mouth up close to the dripping pole. Pacifica just gave him a playful wink as he looked up. Mint gulped, shaking for a moment, before he discarded the notepad and moved his mouth up to the thick mare member. His lips closed in over the messy tip and slurped up the fresh juices. The mare moaned softly and rubbed down at the back of his head while he got to working over the tasty shaft, suckling and smearing the meat with his eager drool. ”Could just be ponies who decided to run away from home, escape their current lives and all blame this Bubblegum villain.” Pacifica told him in between pleasured coos, Mint's only reply being some understanding muffled groans. He couldn't resist the musky taste of her shaft, letting go to brush his whole tongue from her base to the very tip before enveloping it in his warmth again. ”That Nova pony who went missing seemed like she wanted to get away from her family, from the accounts I have heard. Roseluck had rent troubles, must have spent money on sugared petunias with how plump she was...” Mint felt the girth of her meat spread his lips each time he bobbed down, how the tip pushed against the inside of his cheeks and smeared it with slippery pre. He soon got busy with rubbing and massaging her impressive sac, breathing in the balls' musk as his maw was slathered with the taste of her cock. Pacifica panted heavily above him.
”Mm-maybe they are just escaping the authorities, there is something spooky about that pink smudge found on the photos.”
~ 4 ~
-Phoourrth- Mint let go of her for a moment. That burst of gas was loud enough to break his concentration to stare up at the chubby rump that caused it. Pacifica giggled above. ”Have you spotted it?” Minty looked up.
”What?” Pacifica smiled and stood up, showing her plump rear in full view.
”This spot right here,” She said and parted her cheek to poke at her soft little ponut, ”is just begging for you to kiss it, you don't have to be a detective to figure that out.”
The pink folds of flank fat encased him. Mint shivering while his tongue tenderly lapped over the plush little doughnut. Each wet caress of his tongue caused the mare to give out a cute pleasured coo. ”Mmm, you just wanted to dive in my crack as soon as you saw it on the dance floor, should have told me, I would have happily danced with your face in my butt.” Pacifica was rubbing down her own shaft as he was busy with her rump, though Mint still cupped and massaged her sack with his forelegs barely long enough to reach around her thick flank. ”Don't you love my chubby rump all on your face?” Pacifica shoved back her rear against him, smothering Mint with her doughy rump. ”I think you fit perfectly tucked away back there, ooo don't stop now, that tongue is on fire.” she burst out while panting, jerking her own member vigorously as she gyrated her hips and rump back over his face. -Phroourth- Her pucker smelled of the rank little poot, yet Mint breathed in the sickly sweet scent of fermented salad and candy. ”You know, about bubblegum smudge,” she said in an lust filled voice as her whole body seemed to tremble, ”if they really exist then they could be anywhere.” Mint continued to kiss and play his tongue over the tight rim of flesh, nodding gently in her rump as he heard on her voice that she was getting close. Suddenly, the rim parted around his tongue and muzzle. ”They could even be right above you.”
The sudden advancement of the flesh around him left him powerless to act. -Shrloourslli- A moist slick noise surrounded him in tandem with the warm meat. Pacifica's anus loosened and spread firmly over his head, stroking down his neck and shoulders to trap him within the stinking depths. The mare's colon convulsed over him, grabbing a tight hold of his head and tugging him up deeper, his body sinking into the soft derriere. Muffled howls of pleasure reached him, Pacifica humping back her ass over him, his front hooves halfway stuck in her rear before long. ”Aaanmm, oh yes Bubblegum smudge, stuff him up there.” The air was humid and reeking of meat-heavy flatulence intermingled with the tangs of sweetness he had felt before. Mint shouted out into her rear, yet just felt the walls closing in tight like a second skin.
Pacifica hadn't missed a beat of her session, pumping the drool laced shaft while her cheeks sank down over Mint's barrel, twisting her rump to screw the stallion up deeper within the grasp of her posterior. ”Ooo, you are filling out Bubblegum really nicely, don't stop now.” She pants happily with her tongue hanging out, massaging the growing lump of Mint's head protruding from her lower abdomen, kneading and squeezing down as her slick rump shoves more of him inside itself. -Frblurrfffth- Blasted out around Mint, the rim trembling to the foul gust of mare wind, Pacifica giving off a surprised moan as the gas spread her rear enough to funnel in Mint up to his belly. The air around her permeated by the sweet tinge of Sugar Rush. Pacifica chuckled and reached back to grope and rub her rump. ”Mmm, wonder if that was your drink or mine, Aaa I really love that smell, did you know some accounts said the places where they found the victim's belongings had an uncanny smell of that drink? Mmm, guess it must be their favorite.” She groaned out with pleasure and shoved herself backwards, -Sliiuurth- the slick pucker widened over Mint's rump and swallowing it inside the humid bubblegum abyss.
She rose from the couch to quickly catch him off guard, his hooves getting a footing on the couch just in time for her to sit back and feel them slowly glide up her rump. The pink mare's breath was heaving with glee, her tummy swelling out like a wobbly meaty sack in her lap. Her butt wobbled around the end of Mint's hooves, her breath picking up to a soprano as the meaty rim clenched shut around the green hooves and tail tip. A cry of pleasure echoed in the cluttered apartment as her throbbing shaft erupted in a slimy torrent of white spunk. Pacifica slumped back in the couch barely reaching her shaft for her squirming gut, letting go to have her mare meat gush out wet globules of her passionate juices over her messy floor. Strings of cum were draped over boxes and splattered onto glittery clothes. The shaft quivered with goop still oozing out from its tip. The mare slumped over to her side in the couch, her heavy gut swaying with her and bouncing gently onto the couch pillow. She squeezed her hooves around her gut with exhausted, yet jovial noises. ”Mmaahha... Haaaammn...” she mumbled out and rubbed over the protrusions and contours of Mint on her belly. ”W-who knows. I might have to write an article about another Bubblegum case tomorrow.” She said with her sweet, carefree tone. Tuning out the whimpers and kicking from her chair-sized tummy. A few chuckles left her lips while she relaxed on the couch, shortly falling into slumber from the exhaustion.
