A Losing Proposition ===== 1 ===== Rumble burst from the surface of the pool exhaling and panting heavily, clinging to the edge of the water. Fizz swam circles around the Yordle effortlessly, gliding through the water like a predatory fish. "Oh man, you couldn't even last 2 minutes!" he teased, diving down and swimming between his legs, popping up on the other side. "Let alone 5 minutes!" "Yeah, yeah, so what?" Rumble said with a pout, climbing out of the pool and wringing out his fur in a huff, the water splashing and sloshing all over the ground. Hopping around the poolside energetically, the trickster bragged "So what? Now you have to be my slave for a whole day. A whole day! Like you agreed! Woo-hoo!" Rumble was not amused by Fizz's childish behavior, nor from losing such a simple bet. What was he thinking? Fizz grinned. "You know," he said, sliding his young, moist body up against the other Yordle, their bare chests touching. "When you're my slave, you have to do anything I want. A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G. That's what we agreed on, wasn't it?" he teased, hugging Rumble from behind for a brief moment, sliding his wet fingers down the furry chest, over the soft, wet fur, and pausing for a moment before giving the flustered Yordle's package a quick squeeze. "Ughh, but does it have to be sexual?" Rumble huffed, upset, but secretly excited about the younger boy molesting him in broad daylight. "Ah, but you said you'd do anything!" Fizz reminded him, shaking his finger with a false air of sternness. "But you know," his expression darkened. "There's nothing sexual about worshipping my feet all day!" he said coyly, adding a wink. "And besides, if you don't, I'll post pictures of your dick all over the Yordlenet!" "Wait, did Fizz really have pictures of my dick?" Rumble wondered to himself. He frowned, deciding not to call his bluff. Still, he was never one to back out from a wager. "Tch, fine. Let's get this over with." "Nuh-uh! What else?" Fizz puffed, stomping his foot. "You forgot something!" Rolling his eyes, Rumble added "Master Fizz." "Oh-ho, that's a good boy!" Fizz exclaimed, planting a playful and dismissive kiss on Rumble's cheek, leaving the other Yordle flushed and embarassed. With that, the amphibious creature dove back into the water, slicing through it without causing a single splash. Rumble stood there for a moment, staring at the water, and seconds later Fizz returned with a bright pink collar. ===== 2 ===== Fizz smiled, taking in his new slave. Rumble was an average height for a Yordle, with white and blue fur covering his body. He wasn't fat or chubby, but a small belly, no doubt from all the sitting and tinkering he did. But most important was his cock; at only 1 inch long while flaccid, 3 inches while erect, Rumble didn't have much to brag about, and this excited Fizz. Fizz himself is about the same size and build, although very thin and athletic, streamlined. His cock is a decent size for how big he is, 2 inches wide at the base, and 6 inches long when fully erect. He has a soft white genital slit, flushed pink from excitement, where his tapered monster is hiding. "Now, slave! Let's put this on!" Fizz commanded, flashing the collar around. "If you're my property, you better look the part!" he continued happily, fastening the pink collar around Rumble's neck. "Oh you look so cute! It suits you so well!" The other Yordle grumbled and blushed from embarassment. Rumble liked the attention and domineering attitude, even if he wouldn't admit it, so it was no surprise that his little cock started to get stiff. Fizz noticed the offending erection immediately, crouching down beside Rumble, running his nose up his new slave's body, inhaling deeply and taking in his scent, resting his large head against his chest, his arms caressing the Yordle and fondling him down below. "Uh oh, looks like my slave has a boner. That's a no-no! Did I say you were allowed to get hard?" "W-well, I-" "And did I say you were allowed to speak?" Fizz teased, in a commanding tone. "I'll just have to punish you~" His lips clamped down on Rumble's nipple, squeezing and sucking on the soft pink disc, making the Yordle extremely hard and aroused, Rumble's cock standing at an unimpressive 3 inches. Fizz's hands embraced him in a wet hug, easily wrapping around the small stiff cock, jerking him off loosely, roughly, as he nursed on the sensitive nipple like a baby, causing Rumble to moan in delight. "Mmm, I bet you love that, you dirty perverted slave~" Fizz said with a sigh. He moved behind the Yordle, his fish cock poking out all 6 inches, straining his groin, and painting it a flushed pink. Positioning himself and sliding between Rumble's legs, their two cocks rubbed and touched together. Leaning in close, Fizz kissed Rumble on the neck, "You know, your cock is so sad and pathetic compared to mine," Squeezing the two together, he added "You should be my slave forever~" Rumble found his voice and was about to protest, but interrupting him before he could speak, Fizz locked lips with him. Their wet lips began a silent struggle, the fish's salty tongue easily invading Rumble's mouth with hot, wet saliva, as the two shared a passionate moment. Fizz's tongue was hot, wet, and wide, completely dominating Rumble. He loved it. ===== 3 ===== The warm midday sun shone down on the pair, still locked together in lust. Fizz broke their kiss, strands of saliva between them. "Mmm... good slave. But I think we need to work on your breathing." As he spoke, Fizz produced a length of rope. Rumble frowned. "How is rope going to help my breathing?" he inquired with a puzzled tone. "First of all, SLAVE," Fizz started, taking the rope and binding Rumble's wrists together tightly, "I didn't say you could speak! Secondly..." he continued with a mischevous grin on his face, "Deep breath!" Fizz braced himself and pressed a foot squarely against Rumble's back and shoved him forward. "Wait, what?!" Rumble gasped as he felt a hit from behind. With a loud splash, Rumble hit the water face first and sunk into the depths. Panicking, he tried to right himself, to swim, to do anything, but couldn't. Losing a lot of air from the surprise, Rumble struggled and kicked underwater. He felt a familiar pair of hands grab him from behind, but lungs burning, couldn't do anything about them. At first, he thought it was Fizz trying to calm him down, but Rumble quickly rejected that idea when they pressed against his chest, trying to force some air out of him. The little bastard was trying to drown him! He kicked and struggled, but to no avail. Rumble kept resisting, but gave up. He had no more air and had to take a lungful of water. Or would have. Just as he was about to start drowning proper, Fizz swam in front of Rumble with a devilish smile on his face. He forced Rumble to kiss him, but instead of making out, he simple exhaled into his mouth. Air! Rumble greedily accepted all the air that Fizz had. Rumble's heart started to beat faster when he realized the situation he was in. He was completely helpless, and at Fizz's mercy. Fizz chose when he could breathe. Hell, he could choose if he lived or died. They were friends... right? Rumble floated in the depths of pool, playing Fizz's cruel game. He was only allowed to take one breath every minute, Fizz swimming around him, teasing him the whole time. As soon as they broke their kiss, Fizz was already behind him again, jerking on Rumble's limp cock until he started to struggle and drown, only to be saved at the last minute. This was what Fizz considered foreplay, and before long, his cock was sliding between Rumble's soft blue bumcheeks, hotdogging them, teasing him, letting Rumble know that he was going to get split in half while drowning. Fizz locked lips with Rumble one last time, giving his package a firm little squeeze as he did so. Finally, the tip of the fish cock pressed against the Yordle's hole and sunk deep inside. ===== 4 ===== Rumble gasped and let out some of his valuable air as the cock spread him wide. Rumble was no stranger to anal, but Fizz was going in dry, and in a situation like this, it didn't help matters. Bracing himself as the cock thurst in and out of his tailhole, Rumble was still unable to move or resist. He tried his best to hold his breathe, but each thrust robbed him of precious oxygen. Fizz was enjoying himself immensely as he took Rumble from behind. Each thrust brought him more and more pleasure as the Yordle's body lost air and some awareness. As Rumble struggled, his tight hole clenched, only serving to make Fizz rougher, more intense, as he continued to pound away at him. Changing positions, Fizz maneuvered himself so that Rumble was bouncing on his cock. More importantly, if he lost consciousness or died, Fizz's grinning face would be the last thing he saw. He kept bouncing and bucking the Yordle on his hips, feeling the last of his six inches sink all the way inside him. Rumble's lips were starting to turn a delightful blue as he struggled weakly. Fizz grinned. Rumble was being such a good slave right now! He needed a little reward, and it wasn't more air. Reaching forward, Fizz tugged on Rumble's cool limp dick, jerking it off as the blue color spread from his lips to the rest of his face. If he didn't hurry, Rumble wouldn't cum before he passed out. But why hurry? Continuing at his own pace, Fizz's cock was completely hilted in the tight, soft bum, the tiny cock finally starting to get an erection just as Rumble gave out, both going limp. Too bad! Fizz still had a few minutes of fun before Rumble was in any "real" danger, anyways. His insides felt so good, Fizz just wanted to thrust once and hold his body against his forever. He kept jerking off at the limp cock, letting the sensations of the unconscious Yordle body bring him closer to orgasm. Fizz came quickly, and deeply. With one last thrust, he stayed hilted and released inside Rumble's ass. His cum was so watery, it would feel like being pissed inside. After another thirty seconds or so, Fizz caught his breath -- something Rumble couldn't do -- and pulled out. He looked at his friend, drifting in the pool, motionless, blue, so calm and peaceful. They'd have to do this again soon! Rolling his eyes, he fished his friend's body out of the pool and gave him proper mouth to mouth. As air entered his lungs, water left them, causing the Yordle to throw up water all over himself as Fizz smiled, happy to see his friend return. Rumble had a coughing fit as the last of the water left him. "Ughh... what happened?" he asked hazily. "You were my slave!" "Oh... right. And then you..." he trailed off, remembering what Fizz had done to him. "We're done now, right?" "No way, silly! That was just the first hour! Only twenty three more to go!"