Flux's voice shakes. "C'mon, you can touch. If you still wanted to help me, I mean."
They let out a nervous laugh. "Iii have to feel really, uh, embarrassed. Or it, um, won't....work." Their tail twitches as they stammer through. They're having trouble making eye contact again.
You pinch at their chest, examining their nipples. The surface of their chest is somehow simultaneously soft like fur, yet malleable like soft silicone. You're sure if you fondled harder, you could change the shape of what you're grabbing.
"It's not, um.. It's not Not embarrassing, I mean-" They stammer, watching you bring out a small container to collect what drips out. Despite their nerves, they have yet to begin leaking.
"W-worse is... aha..." Its voice waivers, eyes darting around as its clothes begin to give way first, slowly losing shape and dripping down its body.
Flux lowers to the ground and holds its arms back, giving you full reign of its chest on display. Despite the look of resignation and discomfort across its face, its tail is wagging excessively behind them.
Just staring and teasing is enough to cause its clothes to continue to lose shape and hue, blending more into Flux's body until it looks like they're kneeling fully nude on the floor of the bar.
Small drips begin to form at the tips of the puddling deerdog's chest, causing you to reach for the bottle you brought along. Not quite enough drips out yet, however. You notice how much faster its tail is wagging and feel a spike of second-hand excitement jolt through you.
Flux's eyes hesitantly look up to you with trepidatious obedience. Immediately its face turns bright red and the beads of liquid from its chest form from your touch, trickling over your hands.
Flux struggles below your gaze, breath shaking from your touch as you milk its chest. What was barely leaking now begins to flow freely with every tug.
The bottle fills to the brim, the excess continuing to drip as you loom above Flux. It looks like they wish the moment could last longer.
Much to their surprise, you go back for another round, tugging its sensitive chest until it's a whimpering mess.
What drips out over your hands begins to feel different. The sensation feels especially good, encouraging you to touch it further to keep it flowing.
You catch yourself chuckling as you toy with it, taking in the moment with it blushing beneath you.
What flows over your hands has you increasingly tempted to torment it a bit more, humiliate it further. A part of you wonders how far its surrender would allow you to push it.
You coo at it, letting a 'tsk tsk' sound escape while your touch melts it into a blushing mess beneath you.
What flows over your hands has you increasingly tempted to fondle it more firmly, gripping and squishing the mass under your hands. Part of you wonders how far its surrender would allow you to push it.
"R-really?" Flux stammers behind eyes shut tight, tail still wagging. You fill the bottle and cap it, nodding. Just the suggestion was enough to visibly excite it.
YOU GOT: SILIKO GEL.
"Known for its curious multifaceted properties. Some say it turns you into what makes you the most excited. Others use it for specialty toys and as a lubricant. The gel inside is nearly opaque and glimmers in the light."
"Hhhaa... You're a lotta fun." Flux holds its head, its hands and arms losing their shape and definition. "That was'a lot..."
"Thanks for playin' with me," They giggle again, still a little hazy. "FluxBlush is one'a my favorite games."
Their voice waivers again, words slurring. "Flux gets soooo embarrassed n shy n desperate... That kinda excitement- humiliation, mortifying embarrassment..." They continue, breath still heavy.
"It's SO much that...."
"I always forget I'm playin....!!! But it's sooo much fun to get lost in the sauce, y'kno??"