Mofurun's Bubble - Commission - High Resolution (Patreon)

Looks like the teddy bear fairy Mofurun is stuck in a bouncy rubber bubble, she doesn't seem to mind though.

“I can't believe I overslept! Ohhh I’m  going to be late!!!” Mofurun, the teddy bear fairy yelped in a panic, tripping over her own feet as she struggled to get her fancy dress on. She hadn’t a moment to spare, but with how expensive the dress was she had to put it on with care, struggling to fit her large head to fit through the tiny neck hole until it finally popped through. With a sigh of relief, she put on her remaining jewelry as she looked up at the clock.

The ball she should have been arriving at half an hour ago was only minutes away from starting, and she was dreadfully late. Had she not been a stuffed bear, she would have been sweating bullets, frantically trying to smoothen out the wrinkles she had made in her dress as a large shadow suddenly loomed over the room, blocking out the natural sunlight. The teddy gasped as she quickly turned around toward her window, only to see the bright sunlit sky. Feeling silly, she dismissed the sun shadow as a single cloud that must have passed over her house.

When she turned her attention back to the clock, she was horrified to see that she was practically out of time. Mofurun didn't even bother to put her glass shoes on, bolting out of her room as she scampered away as fast as her tiny legs could carry her. But as soon as she opened the front door, a familiar shadow loomed over her, gasping in shock at the side of what floated just inches away from her.

What greeted her was a wobbly glossy light blue bubble, gently bobbing above the ground as the bear’s startled reflection could be seen on its surface. Being roughly the size that she was, she instantly remembered a similar bubble that had imprisoned her back when she was capable of transforming into a Cure.

With that, the bubble slowly began to approach her, making her heart skip a beat as she felt her face getting slightly rosy. Mofurun's first instinct was to run away, she knew from experience that this bubble was going to chase her down until it could trap her inside of it. If she didn't act quickly, she would be sealed inside a stretchy rubber prison with no hope of escape. But the more she thought about it, the less compelled she was to run. The bubble inched closer and closer to her, and she felt butterflies in her stomach as she swallowed nervously.

Mofurun felt excited, she didn't want to run away from this she longed for it, waiting patiently until the bubble finally brushed up against her sensitive little nose. “Mmph...” she moaned softly as the soft rubbery membrane nuzzled up to her, squishing over her face and wrapping around her body as the memory came back to her. That strange incident when she was being squished from both sides by similar bubbles, smothered between their squeaky membranes in their tight inescapable rubber grasp.

Closing her eyes, and spurred on by the comforting memory of the previous bubbles, she offered no resistance as the bubble gently wrapped around her in a squishy hug, softly squeaking around her until it encompassed her completely. For a couple of brief moments, the bubble tightly squeezed her before she finally passed through the membrane, the pressure disappearing from her body, stumbling onto her backside as she now found herself trapped inside.

Just like before, everything took on a light light blue tint, the surprisingly fresh air filling her nose with the overwhelming scent of natural rubber. “Wow…” she gasped happily, pressing her paws against the bubble as she felt the membrane stretch against her gloved paws.  This caused the bubble to squeak softly as a wide smile spread across her face. With a cute squeaky giggle, she continued to stretch out the bubble as she stood upright, causing the bubble to contort around her as it stretched against her rounded ears.

Her giggles soon turned to joyful laughter as the bubble slowly floated up in the air, causing it to bob and jiggle around her as she playfully tested its limits. Standing on her tiptoes, she stretched the bubble as far as she could, feeling the rubber squeeze around her paws and head with a gentle squeak as she played inside her prison without a care in the world. Mofurun was so preoccupied with her new plaything that she didn't even notice her front door closing as a gust of wind gently pushed it shut.

Minutes passed, and by now she was officially late for the party, but now it was the last thing on her mind.

Commission for Looner Oshawott.