The Capsule House hummed softly under the starry sky, parked safely in a quiet clearing far from any dangerous monsters.
It had been a long, tiring day on the Dragon Ball hunt.
Goku had eaten enough food to feed an army and was now snoring loudly in the adjacent room, completely dead to the world.
Bulma Briefs, the brilliant but fiery-tempered daughter of the Capsule Corporation founder, had finally changed out of her adventure clothes.
She wore a loose white tank top that clung to her ample curves and tiny pink shorts that rode high on her smooth, toned thighs.
Her turquoise-blue hair was let down in a messy cascade, still slightly damp from a quick wipe-down.
At eighteen, Bulma was a stunning mix of beauty and brains — full breasts, narrow waist, and long legs that turned heads wherever she went.
Oolong, the small anthropomorphic pig with a permanent mischievous grin, lurked in the shadows of the living area.
He was only a kid by age, but his mind was that of a dirty old man.
Expelled from shapeshifting school for stealing his teacher’s panties, Oolong’s greatest joys in life were collecting women’s underwear and fantasizing about pretty girls like Bulma.
He had been traveling with her and Goku for weeks now, and every time she bent over or changed clothes, his perverted little heart raced.
Tonight, though, he had something far bolder planned.
“Hehe… tonight Bulma’s all mine,” Oolong whispered to himself, his stubby tail twitching with excitement.
In his tiny paw, he held a small white sleeping pill he had secretly bought from a shady merchant during their last town stop.
It was strong — guaranteed to knock someone out for hours with no memory afterward.
He crushed it finely and stirred it into a glass of sweet berry juice, masking any taste completely.
His cock was already half-hard just thinking about what was coming.
“Bulma!
I made you some fresh juice.
You yelled at Goku so much today, you must be exhausted,” Oolong called out in his most innocent voice, waddling over with the glass held high.
Bulma turned, yawning widely.
“Huh?
You’re actually being nice for once, pig-boy?
Fine, I’ll take it.” She accepted the glass without a second thought, her sharp mind too tired to suspect anything.
“Mmm, this tastes pretty good actually.” She downed the entire glass in several big gulps, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
“Thanks, Oolong.
I really am beat… these Dragon Ball hunts are killing me.” She headed straight for the bedroom, her hips swaying naturally.
Within minutes, the pill hit.
Bulma’s steps grew sluggish.
“Ugh… why am I so dizzy all of a sudden?” She barely made it to the large soft bed before collapsing face-up, arms spread limply at her sides.
Her eyes fluttered once, then closed completely.
Her breathing slowed into deep, even rhythms.
Bulma was out cold — deeply asleep, her body relaxed and unresponsive, yet still warm and inviting.
Oolong’s heart hammered in his chest like a drum.
He waited a full five minutes just to be sure, peeking through the doorway.
When she didn’t stir even when he called her name softly, a wicked grin spread across his snout.
“Perfect… she’s completely knocked out.
No one will know.
Goku’s snoring like a freight train, and we’re miles from anywhere.” He climbed onto the bed, his small body trembling with lust.
Standing between her slightly parted legs, Oolong leaned down first and pressed his snout against her soft, pink lips.
He kissed her deeply, his tongue slipping past her lips to taste the sweetness inside her mouth.
Chu… slurp… mwah~ The wet kissing sounds were quiet but obscene in the silent room.
“Mmmph~ Bulma… your lips are so soft and warm,” he moaned quietly, sucking gently on her lower lip before plunging his tongue in again for a longer, messier kiss.
His tiny paws moved eagerly to her chest.
He grabbed the hem of her white tank top and slowly pulled it upward, bunching it above her breasts.
They bounced free — large, round, and perfectly shaped, with soft pink nipples that were already slightly perked from the cool air.
“Oh man… they’re even better than I imagined from stealing your bras,” Oolong groaned, his own cock twitching hard inside his pants.
He cupped both heavy breasts with his paws, kneading them roughly.
His fingers sank into the soft, pliable flesh, squeezing and massaging in circles.
“So squishy… so full…” He pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, twisting them gently at first, then harder.
He pulled them outward, stretching the sensitive buds until they hardened into stiff peaks.
Bulma’s sleeping body reacted with unconscious little sounds.
“Nngh… ahh~” Encouraged, Oolong leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while his paw continued kneading and pinching the other.
Slurp… suck… nip~ He alternated between licking, sucking, and lightly biting, making her breasts glisten with his saliva.
Her chest rose and fell a little faster, another soft moan escaping.
“Mmm… haa~” By now, Oolong’s dick was rock hard, straining painfully against his clothes.
He quickly yanked his pants down, letting his surprisingly thick pig cock spring free.
It throbbed in the air, veins pulsing, the head already leaking a bead of precum.
For his small size, it was impressively girthy and long enough to satisfy.
“Look what you do to me, Bulma… my dick’s so hard it hurts.” He climbed higher, straddling her upper chest.
With one paw, he gently pried her jaw open.
“Time for your mouth, beautiful…” He rubbed the head of his cock against her soft lips, then pushed forward slowly.
The warm, wet heat of her mouth enveloped him as he slid inch by inch into her throat.
“Ohhh~ Yes… so tight and slippery!” He started thrusting gently at first, savoring the feeling.
Wet, lewd sounds soon filled the room.
Gluck… gluck… slurp… gluck~ Saliva began to drip from the corners of her mouth as he pumped deeper.
Oolong groaned loudly, his hips moving faster.
“Ahh~ Bulma… your throat is sucking me in like it wants my cum!
Mmmph~” He fucked her face with steady rhythm, his small balls lightly slapping against her chin.
Strings of thick spit connected her lips to his shaft every time he pulled back.
Even in deep sleep, Bulma’s body made soft, muffled moans around his cock.
“Mmm… nngh~ haa…” The vibrations sent shivers of pleasure through him, making his dick throb harder.
After several minutes of throat-fucking, Oolong felt his first orgasm building.
He gripped her hair lightly and buried himself as deep as he could.
“Cumming… down your throat… ahhhh~!!” Thick ropes of hot cum shot straight into her stomach.
Bulma swallowed reflexively in her sleep, though some white cream leaked from the edges of her lips and trickled down her cheek.
Panting, Oolong pulled out slowly, a long string of saliva and cum stretching between her mouth and his still-hard cock.
“That was incredible… but I’m not done.
Not even close.” He slid down her body, his paws trailing over her skin.
With eager movements, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her tiny pink shorts and panties, yanking them down her long legs in one smooth motion.
Bulma’s smooth, shaved pussy was now completely exposed — puffy pink lips, a tiny clit, and already a hint of glistening moisture from unconscious arousal.
“Wow… you’re getting wet for me even while sleeping.
Such a naughty girl.” Oolong spread her legs wide, bending her knees and pushing them back toward her chest so she was fully open to him.
He rubbed his still-throbbing cock along her slit, coating the head in her juices.
“So warm… so tight…” Then, with a deep groan, he pushed forward.
“Ahhh~!
Bulma… your pussy feels amazing!” He sank in slowly at first, inch by thick inch, stretching her velvet walls.
Once fully buried, he paused to savor the sensation, then began thrusting — deep, steady strokes that made the bed creak softly.
Plap… plap… plap… The sound of his hips slapping against her thighs mixed with the wet squelching of her pussy.
Bulma’s large breasts bounced wildly with every thrust.
Oolong reached up and grabbed them again, kneading the soft mounds roughly while pinching and pulling her nipples.
“Take it all… mmm~ Your tits are bouncing so nicely while I fuck you.” He leaned down and kissed her sleeping lips again — messy, open-mouthed kisses with lots of tongue.
Chu… slurp… mwah~ All while his hips never stopped pounding her pussy.
Bulma’s unconscious moans grew a little louder.
“Ahh~ … nngh… haa… mmm~” Her inner walls clenched around his cock instinctively, milking him with every thrust.
Oolong changed angles, fucking her harder and faster, hitting deeper spots inside her.
Sweat beaded on his forehead as he lost himself in the pleasure.
“Your pussy is gripping me so tight… I’m gonna fill you up soon!” He kept going for long minutes, alternating between slow deep thrusts and quick, rough pounding.
His paws never left her breasts — squeezing, kneading, pinching, twisting her nipples until they were red and swollen.
He sucked on them again between kisses, leaving little marks.
Finally, the pressure became too much.
Oolong slammed into her as deep as possible, his cock twitching wildly.
“Cumming… creampie inside your pussy… ahhhh~!!” Powerful spurts of thick, hot cum flooded her womb.
Rope after rope pumped deep, filling her completely.
Excess cum oozed out around his shaft, dripping down to the sheets in creamy white trails.
He stayed buried inside her for a long moment, panting heavily, enjoying the warm, messy feeling.
His cock was still semi-hard, twitching occasionally as the last drops leaked out.
But Oolong wasn’t satisfied yet.
After a short rest, he pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak from her used, puffy pussy.
He climbed back up, ready for another round — more kissing, more kneading her bouncing breasts, another deep blowjob in her throat, and then fucking her pussy again until he gave her a second creampie.
The night was still young, and Bulma would sleep through every delicious second of it.