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Story 1 summary: Sni-tii enjoys herself in a pool, before realizing she can't get out
Themes (Adult): Masturbation, breathplay, drowning
Won by William_315
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One night, Sni-tii was in the mood for some good breathplay, and she knew exactly where she wanted to do it: There was a pool nearby that would be perfect. It'd be closed right now, of course... But she'd find a way. Putting a "toy" of hers into a waterproof bag, she slithered out into the night, heading for the pool. It thankfully wasn't that far to get there, and after managing to squeeze through a small gap in a fence, there was nothing between her and the pool.

Smiling and blushing, Sni-tii took off her bra, leaving her breasts bare. Even the anticipation of doing this was making her heart pound already, as she fondled her breasts and imagined just how desperate for air she was going to be getting down there. She planned on heading back up once she couldn't keep herself from bubbling any more... After some deep breathing, the snake held her breath and slipped into the pool as quietly as possible, bringing her bag and bra with her, the latter so no one who happened to come by would see it.

A few bubbles left Sni-tii's nostrils as she slithered along the bottom of the pool, heading straight for the deep end about 20 feet down. Upon getting there, she coiled herself up and smiled up at the surface, the near-motionless water above showing almost no sign that someone was below it. After that, she lay down on her coils, waiting for her urge to breathe to get stronger as she'd occasionally run the tip of her tail along the outside of her vagina. Then, about half an hour later, she was ready.

Now letting out occasional little grunts as her chest heaved, Sni-tii set her bag down and opened it, getting out a dildo with a suction cup at its base. As flexible as her tail was, she couldn't do much in the way of masturbation with that alone. After setting up the dildo on the floor, she wasted no time in penetrating herself on it, letting out a bubbly moan as she did. That first go on a long breath hold always felt great...

For a couple minutes, Sni-tii humped on the dildo, gradually feeling better and better, still letting loose bubbles every now and then... And her need for air very slowly got more intense, her body beginning to complain in earnest about her holding her breath so long... Then, with one last push against the dildo, a long, bubbled moan rung out as she came, shuddering in pleasure and humping a few more times. Once she came down from her orgasm, she stopped, happily sighing out some more bubbles. Then, she let out a little whine from her need to breathe; her lungs were just starting to burn now, from all the exertion and the air she'd bubbled out. As low on breath as she was, Sni-tii made no move to get to the surface - this was her favorite part.

Pulling herself off the dildo again, she coiled up once more and basked in the breathless feeling, tightly shutting her eyes with a strained smile on her face. Her breasts bounced with each heave of her chest, a spurt of bubbles following each of those heaves, and her little whines gradually getting more common. Another 10 minutes in, Sni-tii opened her eyes a little again, barely able to see that there was now a purple blush on her snout. From how badly she was needing to breathe, she was getting horny once again, and as she began to rebreathe in her cheeks, she started pounding her pussy on the dildo again.

It wasn't taking as long this time for the snake's arousal to build up, as just being so low on breath was doing most of that on its own. Just a minute after she started, she shuddered again with a muffled moan as she climaxed a second time, doing her best to not let out any more air. After coming down from that, she looked at her snout again, seeing a now blue blush... It was time to head up. At this point, her fear of potentially drowning was beginning to outweigh her fun - it wouldn't be her first time inhaling water, and she wasn't keen on experiencing that again.

Not bothering to get her stuff yet, Sni-tii began to slither back up the slope to the shallow end she'd come down... But she soon just slid back down to the bottom. She tried again and again with the same result, and her fear surged into a near panic; she couldn't get back up like this! She quickly looked around... A ladder, perfect! Slithering over to it as bubbles trickled away from her, she raised herself up, carefully balancing on her tail... 12 feet up, she started wobbling a lot, but the ladder was so close, just a couple more feet-

She lost her balance, slowly toppling over and landing back on the bottom again. She REALLY didn't have long now, likely less than a minute as her whole body was trembling at this point. Balancing like that wouldn't work, she had to try the slope again. This time, she braced against a wall, trying to get better traction on the pool floor. It did seem to be working better, and she got closer to the top than before... But, her desperation for air made her impatient, and she tried to lunge up the rest of the way...

And she began sliding down again. Now panicking, she scrambled to try to get back up, but it just wasn't happening. "NOBLOBLO-HUUUAGLK!" After Sni-tii screamed out her air, her instincts forced her to breathe... She immediately began choking, water rushing into her lungs only to be coughed back out, over and over. Tightly shutting her eyes in pain, she wrapped her tail around her neck and squeezed as hard as she could, but it did nothing to keep her from gasping. Her repeated breaths were almost like hiccups, and her body jolted again and again as she desperately writhed on the bottom.

Just barely managing to "stand" after a bit of time, Sni-tii frantically looked around for any way out, rushing over to below the ladder again to give extending upward another try, letting go of her throat in the process. But, it was even less effective than last time, her coughing knocking her off balance each attempt. Soon, she'd been drowning for 30 seconds, and she was beginning to calm as the pain faded. Not for any helpful reason - her body was going numb. Quickly becoming incredibly dizzy, she gave one last attempt to stretch upward, before just collapsing again, staying down this time.

Her desperate gasps had now calmed to slow, deep watery breaths, and she didn't have the strength to move any more. One last cough sent out the last bubbles from her flooded lungs, and she blearily watched them rise toward the surface, her vision fading... She felt SO tired... Maybe she could finally sleep underwater like this. She closed her eyes, smiling just a little as "sleep" quickly took her.

...Thankfully, the owners of this particular pool were skilled with magic - an enchantment placed on the pool would prevent anyone from dying from drowning in it, though it would leave them with a nasty headache when they woke up. Sni-tii in particular was going to have a lot of explaining to do when she'd be found that morning, her bra and dildo next to her on the pool floor...




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Story 2 summary: Nox explores underwater before finding and getting into a giant bubble, which ends up flooding
Themes: Bubble-trapping, near-drowning
Won by BladeDragoon
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On the shore of the ocean one night, an odd creature was wading into the water - dark gray skin, spikes on their back and even their legs ending in points... It was Nox, an umbrakin who was planning on doing some underwater exploration, as he'd heard there was something interesting in the area. Before long, he began swimming, and after some deep breathing for a while, he dove underwater. While he couldn't breathe water, he didn't mind, and he worked his way deeper down.

Soon, he was about 30 feet down, and after some looking around, he started to swim along just above the bottom. With a strong set of lungs, Nox could stay down there for quite a while, and he happily explored for about 8 minutes. After that, he was planning on heading up to breathe, but something nearby caught his attention. It almost looked like there were a bunch of bubbles coming up from the seafloor nearby... His need to breathe could wait for now, he had to investigate the bubbles first.

Once he got over to the source, Nox confirmed it: There was some kind of stone geyser on the bottom that was making big bubbles! They were varying sizes, some as big as his head while others were big enough he'd fit inside them. He got close to one of those big ones, looking at his confused expression reflected in it... Then his chest heaved, reminding him he needed air. He started swimming up for a moment, but then, he had an idea. Maybe he could breathe from the bubbles?

Swimming to the geyser's opening, he waited for another bubble to form, soon rewarded with another head-sized one. He held onto it, trying to bring it to his mouth to inhale... And the spikes of his legs ended up popping the bubble, a cloud of regular bubbles floating away. Grumbling out some bubbles of his own, Nox waited for another, this next one being one of the huge ones he'd fit in. More carefully this time, he held onto it and pressed his face against its membrane. Said membrane squished inward a bit, so he kept pushing harder... And his head popped through! After a moment of wondering whether this was actually air, he took a breath... And his lungs were eased, the bubble clearly being made up of air.

With his lungs refreshed, Nox smiled before holding his breath again and trying to pull his head back out. This was harder to do than initially getting it in there, and he kept pulling, and pulling... Then, his grip slipped, the bubble forcefully snapped back into its regular shape, and, with a sort of "shlup" sound, the umbrakin was fully pulled inside the bubble! He tumbled about on the inside for a moment before settling and realizing where he was. Exhaling to breathe normally, Nox carefully stood up... Apparently this bubble was more durable than the smaller one, as his spiked legs weren't popping it! Looking around in surprise, Nox realized the bubble was sinking from his weight, and it soon settled onto the bottom because of that.

Experimentally, Nox pressed against one side of the bubble, and found he was able to roll it! He happily began rolling the bubble around the seafloor, using it as a sort of submarine for some more exploration. A certain dragon friend of his would be a big fan of this, he'd have to show them sometime... As he continued around, he came to a rocky section, which he just kept rolling the bubble around in without thinking. But, one of those rocks was quite sharp, and as the bubble was rolled over it, it jabbed against the membrane... Hard enough that it pierced through, but somehow, not popping the bubble! It simply had a hole in it now, and as Nox kept obliviously rolling the bubble, water was getting in...

It took a little while for him to realize it, but as there started being splashes in the bubble, the umbrakin noticed his improvised submarine was flooding! For now though, he didn't mind it all that much, and sort of wondered what it'd be like to be in a water-filled bubble. Just in case, he rolled it toward the shore as the water level increased... After a couple minutes, he had to swim to still be able to breathe, and couldn't push the bubble at the same time. Being only about a minute out from the shore, he didn't mind, and he prepared himself before holding his breath and going under, watching the last of the bubble's air float out of it. He wasn't sure how it was holding together, but he didn't care, enjoying being in the now-flooded bubble and resuming rolling it around.

With it full of water, moving the bubble was slower than before, but it could still be done. Nox rolled it about for a good 10 minutes, keeping near the shore, before he started to want to get air. Knowing how oddly durable the bubble was, he felt his best option would be to get it above the surface so it would drain, then he'd figure out how to pop it from there. With another minute and a half of work, he got the bubble to the surface, starting to roll it above the water and looking to see where little air bubbles would be coming from as it drained... But, there was nothing. He HAD lost track of the bubble's hole over time, but the actual reason for that was that it had somehow sealed itself! He was trapped!

Quickly getting nervous, Nox jabbed one of his legs against the bubble's surface, but it didn't pierce, the bubble just stretching out some. He tried a couple more times, but it just wasn't working! Nox began rolling the bubble more, looking for something pointy he could press it against to pop it. It was frustratingly slow now that it wasn't underwater, but he couldn't give up... Another 5 minutes passed, and he was getting a purple blush, his chest heaving and his body starting to twitch from oxygen deprivation. There was nothing pointy around, and he was running out of time! He started to panic, repeatedly jamming his own sharp parts against the bubble, desperate for air-

One of his attacks against the bubble briefly got him stuck, and when he pulled away, he could hear bubbling! He'd pierced the bubble, and it was draining, a stream of little bubbles floating up to the top of the one he was in! Nox quickly pressed his lips against the new hole and gasped, finally getting air. He caught his breath, then pulled away and pushed his two front legs into the hole, pulling them in opposite directions to try to tear the hole bigger. Before long, the hole was nearly a foot wide, and... "Bang!" The bubble popped, the remaining water spilling out onto the ground and knocking Nox over.

After a few seconds, he got up, looking at the water all over. That had certainly been an interesting little adventure... But, getting so close to drowning had kind of ruined the mood, and he wasn't really feeling like doing more underwater exploration. Taking a break from that for now, Nox walked away from the shore, heading for a shaded spot in preparation for the coming sunrise.




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Story 3 summary : A t-rex is dumped into a tank of water, where a scientist outside it watches him drown
Themes (Adult): Snuff, drowning
Won by Seabold
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There was a loud splash and a cloud of bubbles as the t-rex dropped into the tank of water, and a clang as the lid sealed behind him. Angry and holding his breath, he looked around, seeing some kind of weird creature in white watching him through the glass. He didn't recognize what they were, but they were an eagle scientist, in charge of the experiment the t-rex was being put through. "Bioengineered t-rex experiment 4: Ability to handle extended submersion." Said eagle had always enjoyed these experiments, the theory that these dinosaurs may well be his ancestors having drawn him to them in the first place. "Initial notes... Subject seems more angry than frightened, at least for the moment."

The t-rex glared at them before attempting to swim up, hitting their head against the tank's lid. He quickly realized he's trapped underwater... But he wasn't about to let it stay that way. He banged on the lid with his head a few more times, but that wasn't working, so he tried to bite it instead, losing some bubbles each time... His teeth just scraped across it each time, unable to get any kind of grip on it because of how smooth it was. The eagle continued taking notes. "Subject has realized they're trapped, and is trying to escape through the lid. They don't appear strong enough to break it open."

Hearing that bird just making noises instead of helping him... The t-rex was getting more mad, and decided to try the glass instead, getting a bit of distance before ramming into it with his head again. It certainly made quite a loud banging sound, but the glass didn't seem any worse for wear, nor did the bird. This was more appealing than breaking the lid though, since he'd be able to get back at that bird the moment he got through... So, he kept up his assault, biting and banging against the glass. Said bird was entirely indifferent toward all this. "The subject seems to very much dislike me, they're attacking the glass like they were the lid, and they're aiming toward me."

The t-rex growled as he took a brief break from his attacks against the glass, angrily looking at the bird again... Before he jolted for a moment, a heave of his chest reminding him he had a bit of a time limit. He'd need to think of something else soon, and stop letting out so much air with his bites... So, instead of biting, he rammed into the glass once again, this time kicking against it and hardly letting out any air at all. This level of intelligence was certainly a surprise to the eagle. "...The subject just changed their strategy to kicking instead of biting, seemingly to save on air. They seem more intelligent than expected... As well as, um... Aroused?" Coincidentally, when the eagle had said that, the t-rex noticed it himself: He'd gotten fully erect, his large cock flopping about with each attack on the glass. But, he wasn't about to let that distract him, continuing to ineffectually try to free himself regardless.

While the assault went on for another few minutes, the t-rex gradually getting more angry... An unfamiliar feeling was starting to build up: Fear. He was well past the longest he'd ever held his breath by now, and the hold was just going on longer and longer. Even now, there wasn't any sign of the glass being damaged, but he didn't care, continuing to slam against it anyway even as he was starting to get a little sore from doing so. This stupid tank of water wasn't going to be the end of him... Though, all the exertion and lost air had now gotten him a purple blush, his lungs beginning to burn. "Subject is getting close to drowning now... I'm interested to see how long they'll last at that point."

Over time, the t-rex grew more afraid than angry, and his body was shivering a little bit from how badly he needed to breathe. In addition, he'd been getting ever more horny, and his cock was now throbbing heavily, nearly in sync with the heaves of his chest. Both of those together finally broke his composure, and his strikes against the glass became frantic, desperately kicking and whining as bubbles trickled from his nostrils. The burning in his chest, the desperation for air... His cock went tense as his arousal started to surge. He resisted, but there was no fighting it; from how intensely horny he'd gotten from holding his breath so long, his body wasn't taking no for an answer.

With powerful throbs of his cock, the t-rex came heavily, beginning to pump his cum into the water. The sudden huge rush of pleasure made him gasp in shock, and as water rushed down his throat, the burning in his chest instantly became much, MUCH worse. He thrashed in pain, his gurgled chokes so loud the eagle could hear them through the glass. "Subject climaxed hands-free, and inhaled directly afterward. I wonder what they think about themselves for apparently finding this pleasurable..." Forming such an opinion was the last thing on the drowning dino's mind, as he frantically flailed about, spreading his cum around. He tried to beat on the glass some more, his anger now entirely replaced with terror, but still, he wasn't making any sort of progress.

After about 10 seconds, his orgasm stopped, and after another 50 seconds, his struggles were slowing. As much as he didn't want to give up, the t-rex was getting weaker, and his mind was dulling. He sank to the bottom as a bit of an odd train of thought started in his head; he'd had a strong orgasm, he was exhausted, and he could still feel something warm - the water - around his cock... As he grew a bit delirious from the lack of oxygen, he forgot what the situation actually was, and came to a quite different conclusion: Obviously, he'd just mated with a female. He couldn't see them, but he just chalked that up to his exhaustion. With one little shudder, he decided a nap would do him some good, and he closed his eyes, the last thought to cross his mind being his excitement to see his mate's eggs soon...

The eagle watched the t-rex for a minute, making sure they were gone, before finishing his notes. "...Subject has expired. They endured drowning for longer than expected. Also, it's possible I'm imagining it, but... Just as they were passing out, it almost seemed like they smiled some. Maybe they did enjoy this overall? They certainly did have quite the powerful climax... Regardless, this ends experiment 4. Beginning preparations for experiment 5."




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Story 4 summary: Aym and Baal from Cult of the Lamb enjoy themselves underwater together
Themes (Adult): Incest, breath holding, heartbeat
Won by xMystx
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After having been freed and revived by a certain Lamb, Aym and Baal, now ex-servants of The One Who Waits, were finally actually able to enjoy their time together again. They may have been brothers, but their love for each other went deeper than one would expect... One day, they went to a beach together, each with a shirt and swim trunks - black trunks for Aym, white for Baal - to simply relax on the sand together. But, after a while, their thoughts turned to something else, and Baal was the first to speak up about it. "You know, Aym... With how much we like water, it's a bit strange we've never... "Indulged" down there."

"I suppose it is... That might be an interesting way to spice things up. Plus, I've been in the mood for that sort of thing... Let's find ourselves a good spot, where no one will see." He and Baal removed their shirts, wading into the water. To any onlookers, it would appear as if they were simply going for a swim together, and while that was true, both knew it'd end up being more than that. After some deep breathing, both of them dove under, smiling at each other with puffed cheeks. Baal gestured to something behind Aym - a cave! The two already knew it'd be the perfect place, and they swam into it without hesitation, though stayed near the entrance so they could still see by the light from the surface.

Now certain they weren't going to be seen, Aym and Baal found themselves a good spot before hugging. They stayed like that for a while, cuddling and completely uncaring about their eventual need to breathe. There were occasional slow rubs on each brother's body, little strings of bubbles being let out... Baal eventually put a hand on Aym's chest, slowly rubbing it while feeling their heartbeat. Slow and calm as always, their body instinctively having slowed down just a touch to help them hold their breath longer. Baal was a little jealous of his brother being better with water than him, but he didn't mind it all that much, and he put his head on their chest to listen to their heartbeat for a little while.

Soon though, when they'd been underwater for a full minute, each happened to let out their first grunt of strain at just about the same time. A dull ache had formed in their chests, and the fronts of their trunks were starting to bulge out... With a shared nod, Aym and Baal knew it was time to get started. The hug was finally broken as each of them removed their trunks, tossing them aside for now and leaving themselves nude, slowly getting erect. The two let themselves sink and sat on the bottom next to each other, giving each other a smile before getting to work.

Baal reached down to gently masturbate Aym, who did the same for him. Any concern for air faded as pleasure took its place, and the two brothers may as well have simply been on their bed. Bubbles would occasionally leave them in little moans - Baal more often than Aym - and eventually their chests started heaving. Their bodies were really starting to complain about the extended dive, but neither Aym nor Baal cared, enjoying the instinctual attempts to convince them to breathe. Although, Baal's convulsions were intensifying a bit more quickly then Aym's, his belly sucking in and pushing out more often, even making him whine a little...

Aym leaned in, and gave Baal a kiss. Not just out of love, but to help them out; he exhaled some of his air into them, partly refreshing their breath and calming their convulsions. After that, the kiss was entirely just from love, and the two briefly hugged again before resuming. Each brother now had their free hand draped over the other's shoulders, and they leaned together a little as they continued. Their arousal was growing further, but also their heart rates, and their oxygen usage with that. It was getting a bit close, as the convulsions grew in intensity, bubbles leaked away, their cheeks inflated bigger...

After they'd been under for a total of 2 and a half minutes, their hearts now pounding as their lungs burned and they raced toward their climaxes... Aym and Baal both came at last. The two moaned out bubbles, but another sign of Baal's inexperience became clear - after his moan, he lightly gasped, drawing in water! A loud gulp from him caught Aym's attention, and he looked over just in time to see his brother cough up bubbles, gaining a blue blush! Despite his orgasm not quite being done, he leapt into action, covering Baal's mouth for them and starting to quickly swim back the way the two had come. Even he was quite breathless by now, but he put that to the back of his mind as he swam the fastest he could, hearing Baal's airless whimpers and feeling his constantly heaving chest and racing heart.

Just as Baal's chest began heaving even harder and Aym started feeling suction against the hand covering Baal's mouth, the two surfaced with paired gasps. They both briefly struggled to stay afloat before managing to calm down, and they panted heavily as they looked at each other. "Th-thanks for that, Aym..."

"N-no problem... Hah... That felt really good..."

"Definitely shouldn't be our only time... But I'm satisfied for now."

"Yeah, let's head back to shore." The two started swimming back to shore...

"...Oh, we should probably get our trunks back first."




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Story 5 summary: Blubby transports perfluorocarbon in his lungs
Themes (Mature): Extreme breath holding, liquid breathing, suffocation
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"Blubby, we need your help," a scientist friend of the dragon said. "This perfluorocarbon needs to be transported TODAY to another facility about 16 miles away, but none of our tankers will be ready in time. We're familiar with how much your lungs can hold, and perfluorocarbon is breathable, so... We need you to breathe it all in and walk it to the facility."

Blubby looked the tank over... "...I think I can fit all that, yeah. This isn't gonna be easy though..."

"We've prepared a few things that should help. Firstly, we need you to wear this collar. I know you don't like them, but it's just until the transport is done. It'll prevent you from swallowing." Blubby begrudgingly allowed the collar to be put on him, and tested it by trying to swallow. Sure enough, he couldn't bring himself to for some reason that was likely too complicated for him to understand.

"We also have an airtight muzzle you'll need to wear, we can't have anything spilling. But, before that, we need to actually get the perfluorocarbon in you. This isn't going to be pleasant for either of us..." They pulled over a tube connected to the tank, and Blubby immediately knew what was going to happen. Bracing himself, he opened his mouth, allowing the end of the tube to be pushed in. He winced as he felt it go down his throat, into his lungs... Then, the breathable fluid began pouring in. It was an extremely strange feeling; Blubby could feel his chest getting heavier, expanding a little as his lungs filled, yet he wasn't inhaling.

Over time, the tank drained into the dragon, eventually filling him to the brim, the fluid eventually backing up into his throat, mouth, and cheeks. But, just before it'd be too much, the tank was empty, and the tube was pulled back out. Blubby held the breath that had been forced into him as the scientist picked up the muzzle. "You've just barely got enough room... That should work." They put the muzzle on him, blocking him from breathing out... Or in. "Now get moving! We can easily re-oxygenate the perfluorocarbon, so don't worry about us!" Blubby nodded, and bolted from the lab.


For several hours, Blubby jogged along, holding his breath. As much as he tried to keep calm, he slowly grew nervous as the urge to breathe grew and a blue tint crept up his horns. What if he didn't make it, and suffocated out here? Not being able to exhale would likely buy him some time, but still...

3 hours, 4... Blubby's chest was heaving as he continued. He whined a little, knowing he was still pretty far from the facility that was his goal. While he tried to nervously swallow, nothing happened, the odd collar doing its job.

5 hours... 5 and a half... His lungs were burning now, but he pressed on, knowing his only relief would only come if he kept moving. He was starting to regret taking this job at this point, wanting to just tear off the muzzle and breathe, wasted fluid be damned. But, he knew the muzzle had been designed so he couldn't remove it himself in any way.

Blubby shivered and whimpered as his limit grew closer and closer, his horns almost fully blue... Then, just after the 6 hour mark, the blue tint reached the tips of his horns. The dragon shuddered as his body forced him to exhale, but all that happened was that the muzzle bulged out a couple inches, before sucking in again as he tried to gasp. No air was coming, the perfluorocarbon in his body just moving back and forth. He quickly lowered his head and frantically, instinctively pawed at the muzzle that was now suffocating him, but it was for nothing. Still, he tried for several minutes, his body repeatedly trying to breathe as his eyes started watering, before he resumed the trip, sprinting along toward his destination.

He couldn't keep up that speed forever, and after 10 minutes he was forced to a walking speed by exhaustion. The poor dragon's lungs were searing inside him, and he couldn't even cry out in discomfort, the muzzle still bulging out and back in with his attempts to breathe. Blubby could only struggle onward, forcing himself to move instead of waste time prying at the muzzle.

After half an hour of suffocation in total, the pain was mercifully beginning to fade... But, so was everything else. His senses were fading now, ever so slowly, but he could tell it was happening. Blubby still couldn't muster the energy to run, and just kept on walking, his body very slowly weakening.

Everything faded, more and more... Eventually, the pain was gone, but the dragon hardly even noticed. He was an hour past his limit now, and his body wasn't bothering to hold its breath any more, his lungs now relaxed. Somehow, he kept moving, putting his draconic endurance to good use. Not being able to exhale really was helping - he'd have passed out quite a while ago if his lungs had been emptied. Blubby felt drunk as he struggled on, wanting to just lay down and rest...

Before he could, though, he could hear something different. A voice? He couldn't focus enough to listen to what was being said, if anything. There was a tug on his horns, and he was faintly aware he was being guided somewhere, which he followed. Maybe whoever it was would take the muzzle off if he complied? After some amount of time, he noticed he seemed to be in a tank of some kind, being supported while a pressure was taken off his muzzle. 

Perfluorocarbon immediately poured from his mouth, a small waterfall of the stuff emptying from within him. Blubby weakly drew a breath, his awareness gradually returning... Then it occurred to him he could breathe! He took a huge gasp, entirely filling the new space in his lungs, and forcefully exhaled the rest of the fluid before gasping again. Now he was aware enough to know what was happening - he'd made it to the other facility! The tank he was in was draining the fluid away somewhere, and another scientist was holding him up. As the dragon caught his breath, his lungs still sore, the new scientist gave him a concerned look. "Are you okay? I've never seen anyone in that kind of state before..."

Blubby nodded. "N-never doing that again..."