One Hot Day in Stormalong
Chapter 2: Ointment
K'nuckles x Bubbie / K'nubbie
After hours of waiting, Bubbie peers up the stairway into the boiling sun and is able to barely make out the silhouette of a humanoid figure. In her sunbaked delirium Bubbie perceives the figure of a throbbing muscular man flexing his veiny limbs in seductive delight. From this image steps K'nuckles, nearly reduced to a bubbling husk of burnt flesh. He stumbles towards the stairs and without even attempting to walk down them, allows his haggard form to careen down the long row of wooden ledges. No sound comes from K'nuckles as his sad body hurtles down the steps. Bubbie watches in a state of half-consciousness, as the poor man's cadaverous figure rolls down the expanse of steps, each impact generating the sound of wet meat slapping hard against wood. After some time, the body ends its adventure and stops at the end of the dock in front of Bubbie's cracked and shriveled face. From within the wrinkled and singed burlap sack of a body emerges a withered arm slowly creeping upwards, like a dainty angel ascending to heaven. Clasped within the wooden palm is a simple pail of skin ointment. Up it rises, inching closer and closer to Bubbie's deranged face until the frail blue arm finally buckles under its own sad weight. Before smacking against the wood below, a sudden burst of lucidity washes over Bubbie and her two nubs fling their way towards the ointment, stopping its plummet. All K'nuckles is able to emit is a short wilting gasp with a hint of despair entangled betwixt the hot breath. Bubbie, now slightly lucid is able to speak, "Not yet K'nuckles…" she breathes, "first you gotta slather that stuff all over my dried up skin." The poor man moans and with great effort hoists his greyish carcass up into a standing position. Bones crack and scrape against wood as his body attempts to move. He stumbles forward until his face slaps up against Bubbie's dirt-like skin. The aged man tries to climb his way up the whale's dry body, but his wooden mitts are only able to peel off large pieces of dried flesh as he claws upward. Bubbie finally decides to push him up onto her back rather than bob around with a dirty man ripping her skin apart.
K'nuckles' brain is running on autopilot. No real thoughts enter his mind as he unscrews the container and scoops cool globs of ointment onto the whale's back. "Ooh, baby! That's the stuff!" exclaims Bubbie as the pillowy liquid seeps within the cracks on her skin. In her heated delirium, Bubbie's primal brain takes control and she allows herself to become slightly titillated by the act. Slumped atop the enamored mammal, K'nuckles mindlessly applies the goop. Without being able to conceptualize what he's doing, K'nuckles begins to run his claws around Bubbie's puffy blowhole. His wooden fingers slide in and around the hole, sliding the slop around and lubricating the winking hole. Bubbie, now hydrated to some degree is able to think more clearly, "I didn't even know my blowhole was so sensitive" she thinks to herself naughtily. Bubbie can't help but press her stinking teeth into her bloated bottom lip. K'nuckles' naughty talons continue pressing against Bubbie's slobbering hole. The build up of creamy ointment allows for a satisfyingly wet noise to emanate from the action. The blowhole pulsates in response to the stimulation and still the crusty old man stares blankly into the sky, the sun's sweltering rays cooking his nugatory face. "Mmmm…" moans Bubbie. She can no longer contain her pleasure. Her bobbing body begins to tremble and wobble to and fro. Her gorgeous eyelashes flutter across her glistening eyeballs, "Oh baby. Oh yeah… That's the stuff…" Her thick yellow teeth bite deeper into her lower lip, causing thick brown blood to ooze out of the sore skin. "Uh… uh… oh lord… Keep going, baby…" She moans in feverish delight. The creeping claws continue to harass Bubbie's weird hole. She hasn't experienced anything like this ever in her entire life on this stinking planet. As Bubbie enjoys this new experience, the young chipper boy pops his out from within the whale's great mouth, "Hey, Bubbie! What's all the hubbub?!" he cries out. Bubbie is immediately snapped out from her moment of bliss, grabs K'nuckles gnarled body and flings him quickly into the sea below. Her huge face begins to glow in red shame as she sputters in response to Flapjack, "Uh-uh… Oh baby, I was just enjoyin' the warm weather!" Flapjack looks up at the whale's shining eyes and questions, "Where's captain? He's been missin' for a while, Bubbie…" His chubby cheeks undulate with his mouth movement. "Oh… uh…" she says in a flustered voice, "Well… baby, it has cooled off a bit… Why don't you go on an adventure to find K'nuckles?" she replies with a toothy grin. "Okay, Bubbie!" the young boy gleefully exclaims as he plops out from between her swollen lips, flounders on the dock for a moment, and proceeds to scamper off into the heart of Stormalong Harbor.
K'nuckles explodes out from the water next to Bubbie, his mind now coherent from the hydrating effects of the writhing sea upon his wretched body. K'nuckles screams, flailing in the waves in an attempt to escape the whirling mess of water. His scabbed face throbs and his bloodshot eyes vibrate with tears flying forth. Salty water spews from his cracked lips and he gurgles in fear. Bubbie snatches up her man from his liquid hell and violently smashes his waterlogged body onto the dock. "Bubbie! What is wrong with you?!" shrieks the irritated captain. Bubbie looks down upon the decrepit man with her lustful eyes, "Shh… Don't say a word…" She coos as her immense lips begin to encase the man's face. Her eyes close, knowing that she can never return from this, and she embraces her desires, sucking deeply upon this heinous humanoid. From his body emerges such a flavor. Even though he has been inside her mouth hundreds of times before, only now does Bubbie really taste him- a swirl of sweat and salt and syrup combined into a rancid musk, but her primal brain adores the taste despite its truly detestable flavor. K'nuckles begins to struggle under the immense weight of her thick flabby lips and she finally relents, pulling the huge shelves of flesh off the poor man. A thick string of saliva connects the two mammals as she pulls away. The captain utters, "Wha-?" Bubbie interjects, "Hush, baby. I said no more words" as she bends her gargantuan head down to display her swollen blowhole lips to K'nuckles, "Now… why don't you get back to what you were doing?" K'nuckles blinks hard trying to figure out what kind of situation is occurring right now. He looks up at the daunting hole before him, and decides it'd be better to do what she wants than never again allowed to return to the comfort of her warm mouth. Covered in a film of her saliva, he clambers up her dome towards the slick blowhole. K'nuckles begins to massage the thick ring of flesh surrounding the hole, using the still fresh ointment as lubricant. A low rumble trickles through Bubbie as she trembles in glee. As K'nuckles rubs the chunky hole, his mind finally catches up with him, and he is able to realize the true state of this situation.
K'nuckles looks around surveying the situation. Finally, he looks down upon himself. Down the speckled chins, past his mountainous nipples, across his plump bellybutton, and eventually down to his wooden hands playing with a whale's lumpy ring. A long forgotten feeling worms its way out from the depths of K'nuckles' soul- in this moment he feels his stomach wriggle and his face grow warm.
He is truly sexually aroused for the first time in his life.