Rain Slick Orifice


Written by Septia.


Lin breathed in the air of alcohol stains and petrol. 
	”Aaa, it is making my chest so pep with carbonation. This place is great,” she announced with her arms cast open in an embrace. The tendrils of her hair flung out along her in a fan of cheddar hued banners. One of which hit a passerby on the pavement.
	“Could you watch where you are going?” The woman said, shoving a thick strand of hair out of the way. 
	“I'm doing nothing but. My eyes are peeled for every nook and cranny, baby.” Lin transitioned to pirouetting as her primary form of locomotion, hopping between slates and seeing her shadow stretch ahead, cut out from the surrounding orange glow and melding with others as she strutted along the path. She trailed her hair to connect her shadow with all the ones she could see oncoming, making a game of ensuring she was attached to as many as she could at all times. 
	An arm grasped her side, she felt the digits sculpting a cast in her skin. She was shoved aside and the hand retracted. Lin's hair slackened down her shoulders, turning around to see the burly man continuing past her. 
	“Oh, all the way yes,” she huffed and leapt. 
	A moment later the man found the girl clinging onto his side. “Firm grip you got, mind giving me another? Down my left side this time, even things outs?” 
	“I don't have time for some masochist's nonsense.” 
	“Already did once.” 
	“Get away,” he snorted out and rammed his shoulder into Lin's side, her grip detaching to allow The man to march off. 
	Lin exaggerated the force of the motion, spinning around out onto the empty street and throwing her arms up into the air. “Phaaa, hahahaah~” she guffawed with her cribs rattling on with the dance of her heart and pounds of her laughing fit. “The sky is so beautiful,” she chanted to the heavens, between cracks of cackling, as the shadows behind her unfurled taller in the evening glow. 


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The distant whip crack of thunder broke through the mantle of rain descending upon the night cloaked city. Lin's eyes caught the glare of the lightning; flashes dancing in her dimmed vision. The roof of the playground's castle thrummed, and a smattering of rain from the wide open windows pelted into her, spearing through the blanket of soggy newspaper. 
	“Pfhfs… hfa…” she huttered, clutching over her shoulders with a smile plastered over her face, “I haven't felt this cool in ages and ages, and ages.” She swung her head back and forth, until she knocked it into the side of the children's castle, and froze. Staring, absorbing the monotonous trickle of sky fall. -Gbhrglblbps- her stomach rattled, filled, budding out at the end of her chequered shirt. The stuffed contents spilled out beneath the rim of the fabric, exposed to the elements. 
	“You are leaving now?” She asked, but shook herself off and stood. “Course you are. It is about that time,” she said and smacked a palm at the side of her stomach -Smmtwch-. A tube of her hair rising, to mimic the motion, only to slump down, soaked in precipitation. Lin's eyes trailed to and fro, to the water filling sandpit, the swings, gym… until her gaze fell on the slope leading down to the ground from the tower. 
	The moisture kept Lin's blue shorts glued to her fanny, fingers having to pry up and peel the fabric off, till the tan pillows jostled free over the precipice as a mound of rising dough. The barrage from on high chilled the woman's skin. 
	“It has been a fun run, huh? you fit in there quite snug, though will be great to get a chance and lighten up.” 
	-Dpprllffffwwrlltpsh- Her brim protruding in a cascade of billowing amber smog, the brim spluttering with the sound of a toad tap-dancing, pelted by the rain draining into the canyon of her ass. -SpprghGbrhrhgs -Chhrbvllrsh- Her gut churned, cheeks budging under the pronounced pucker, coughing up bouts of steam -Smdmpfprt- -Bwrrth- as it buffed, swelling past the size of her palm –  granting a glance into the depths of the mire contained within. -Ckdlppttsh- A squeal of a mud submerged accordion trickled out from her end, as the brim peeled back over the protruding hunk of raw umber. -Chrlrrstlsh- The mound crinkled as it egressed the warping ring of flesh, smoothing theirs exterior to a polished sheen as the nub crowded past the cleaved cheeks. 
	-Splrrts- -Clchsp-plsp- Droplets smattered into the surface. The rain carved into the coagulated gruel, each stream trailing down the mound and together leaving the etchings of their paths on the fresh filth. The droplets fell to the children's slide below; dots of auburn in the hail of liquid, diluting as they followed the path the further they went into a haze of almond beige, and then fading in entirely. -Chrrsts- the mound creaked its way past Lin's brim, which clamped and hugged around its morphing contours. The exterior of the heap gradually stripped in sloppy patterns, the connections between muck chunks melting away into an oil, harder drops cratering the length in pockmarks -Chrlrpstsh- -Crtsh-. 
	“Mmfr, gs,” Lin grunted as she clenched her cheeks, pinching the portly loaf to topple onto the slide. -Chrrlpfsths- The impact rung with a dense clap, -Klhbrlrsh- followed by a sluggish daub – a callously dropped sock wadded with caramel. -Klrhrlslptshhhrrrlllrr- The heap turned on the polished metal beneath, its weight dragging the center of gravity off balance, detaching itself from the initial sticky -Chrrlsts- hold after impact and onto territory polished in rain. -Shrlrlrs- The heap shifted diagonally, thick enough to match the raised walls of the slide, and proceeded – in a mingle between rolling and sloughing – gliding along to the bottom where the moist head of the manure dipped over the edge and stretched towards the drenched sand. 
	“Pha, haa, quite fun ways to go. Few dumps get entertainment on the way out, just lucky to have churned up in my backend and it feels so filling to cream you out of there,” Lin cooed with her fists clenching the holstered shorts. -Chrlrlstsh- another mound peeked through the contracting walls of flesh, bloating with the home-grown swampland cobbled together in a semi-solid beam… 
	The muck distended her pucker, welling forth in a rotund clot of chocolate, crowded on either side by the luscious caress of Lin's butt fat. The pouring streaks draining umber from its surface to flow down the muck streams along the slope, the tessellated paths filling out to an all the more prominent hue of terracotta as dunes of the manure slogged out Lin's hind… 
	-Chhrrkptsh- -Sffhtltptssh- The plump bales of soggy caramel billowed, -Chhrrrcssnsnrh- Screeching down their slog along the slope to -Cklrptwwp- dunk into another stack of the filth at the bottom. Higher up the heap, where the manure laid fresh, you could still make out the fissures and patterns of the manure. Yet, the further down it went it flowed and muddled together as it went on, turning into a sloughing heap of molten honey at the end. Bubbles formed and popped in the slugde, at the whims of the raindrops pelting into the doughy slurry. -Chhrrskcs-cjrjsrl- The more disgorged grime joined the stockpile, the more the heap shifted ever downwards. The lip of the slide stuffed so the rivers of water pooled along the edges, lounging along as the weight of the grime shoved it overboard. -Cshhtths- -Ddwwchf-cst- The pile swelled to a mountain, consuming the end of the slope into its wake, padded dunes of pickled plum batter slinging into it. 
	Lin patted her gut, gradually deflating to let the stretched, chequered shirt slim sack along it. “Mm, prime load of dung you turned out to be, from such a cute little thing, must be really happy with yourself as constipation if you are clogging me mfmfs, up this much, enjoy the trip as much as My gut did yofng-… mp aha pahgs…” Lin stopped taunting as she felt her teeth clatter together, coughing from chills dragging their talons down her throat. She clung to the railing of the playground's fortification, and closed her eyes. She could make out a faint hint of the smell her batch carried with it, though the rain encased it in a casket of bland dirt. Still, there was that distant haze of petrichor to the air, drawing a smile on her face. 
	-Chrlrsthchpts- The heap melded in the onslaught from the skies, chunks of scaled skin emerged by strokes of rain carving through the mud. Bumps jutting out of the muck excavated by he tides to uncover tiny bones that had been embedded in the filth on its path through Lin's gutters. Lin felt a few chunks of tarnished calcium bend and tickle her pucker on its way out, turning her head to look at the heap jamming up the slope, melting under the force of the rain. 
	“It must be pretty soft to just lunge and sprawl out, huh? Do you like the rain too?,” she asked as -Chhrrlrpsths- her buttocks regurgitated a fat pillar of fudge to add to the crowded hill… 
	“I think it is relaxing, and once you get used to the cold it just like jumping into a la-shahaaa-.” Lin Stumbled, her shoe flung forth under the soaked wood. Tumbling backwards -Cnnngk- her head slammed into the safety bar, her body folded back onto the edge of the slide. She tobogganed down, ass first, fingers grasp for a stop as her shorts soaked in the defiled waters -Spslchrrrslr-, landing right in… 
	-KKClthudbglgllsthwwp- The manure cratered around her back, rear piercing into fudge and rain stew till it reached a solid, sticky center. -Chrllstsh- -Krlshhfs- filth warped and moulded around her in the shape of the impact. It clung to thighs and sloughing over arms, smothering her back and armpits in the stockpile of sludge. It grounded her to a halt. Once stopped, her head slumped back -Chrlrlspths- cradled in the top of the walnut hued hill, with the squeal of a taffy cloaked hinge -Chrslltthz-. Her blond, plump lengths of hair laid sprawled behind her in the impact, gumming into the hill. The rain continued, unimpeded. It soaked into Lin's clothes, melding the muck beneath her into her clothes… uniting her with the throne of filth. 
	"Phee…,” she sighed. Her lips locked. 
	From above, the auburn heap and the yellow hair tendrils, formed a caricature of the sun rising over the horizon A crude simulacrum, one that a child would make.