A Step out of Line


Written by Septia.


“Phooyuk, Chou know they aught to clean up this place more.” The mouse said, rounding the corner to the backside of the Plug building, assaulted by the sight of bundled up garbage, energy juice packets and muddied laundry, their vision flanked by the dilapidated outdoors field with its weaved metal fence. 
	-Gbhrglgpsghs- A growl of juggling overstuffed calzones vibrated from the engorged baggage protruding at her abdomen. -Vhhglrpghsgs- 
	“Yeah, Chou right, we're not exactly here to freshen this place up.” She crossed her arms over her gut, as if pinning it down whilst leaning back against the brick wall, a safe distance away from the nearest litter. “Chou'd think they'd at least keep the toilets in working condition.” -Bbrrflflptth- A gale of smog fizzled utheherough her rear funnel; a cloud of yellow dampness rippling around her, matching the rodent's tangerine fur. “Sorry bout that.”  
	“Least ah'm gonna try to enjoy myself, so chou don't go to waste.” She grunted, showing teeth in a grimace with her tail whipping out of the way, unleashing a session of clouds -Fbbrrfltsh- -Bbrlrpths- To filter out the scent of brine and pepper burnt jerky into the air. 
	-Crrllpggths- Her pucker was disturbed by the bulk nesting within, groaning with a vocalchord of bowel lubricated tissue, snips and flicks of polished grime weaving into the cacophony as the pit splayed open, protruding, retracting and gradually engorging around the clump of umber wedging its way down to fill the pucker. The rim of flesh framed the auburn sludge, pinching back over the smoothed edges as the pit nursed the bale of nougat, with each internal thrust the girth ramping to clog the exit, -Cshhtslp- the student's brim bubbling proudly to the internal tension. 
	“Phaa, is it gonna be like this again with chou? My bellybutton's already sore enough” She said and pinched a hold into her navel, clutching a bundle of plump doughnut's worth of chub. “looks like I won't be rid of all of chou that easy, right pal?” She kept toying with the her own blubber, tracing another palm by the side of her gut, -Chslptsh- A churn intersected with a -Chslpthg- clap of fudge, for a moment feeling the give under her grasp as her belly deflated, funneling her meal deeper the -Ffrruthtrr- through her catacombs. 
	-Chrlrllptthst- Her brim laid splayed, rugose corners twitching, fanning as the bulk of the manure begun to seep through, a crinkle of crumpling up soggy cardboard strummed the air as the bale of raw nether nougat snakied its way through. -Frrddts- Fumes vented out along with the curling pillar of sludge, fanning out the tart aroma of mouse baked mud-pie into the air. Each flush of vapors trailing through the fissures of blackness segmenting the elongating bale, and carving 'V's into the patch of colon fluids dressing the fist thick column of manure. -Slflfpths- Splatters of guttural oils — shining as gossamer gels in the light — splashing back from the gusts as tendrils, clamping into the soft dough of reeking compost. Regular oblong bumps embedded in the dung had her brim rippling, the pucker's smooth trail across them, inviting the motion of leaping over obstacles  and landing in mud if going by the moist clasp after each one. Shards of packed filth displaced where the fractures intersected, pushed out of the way on the journey through the rectum, revealing segments of tanned haze underneath the bumps. -Chrlrpthss- A constriction of the strained brim sending a bending a chunk of the mass, a scythe sculpted hunk of a rib jutting free from the side of the pillar and poking into the plump cheeks encasing it. 
	“Hgnrnrgs…” she struggled, shaken by the prick. Her nervous reactions constricting her cheeks, and bending out a further array of rib bones buried in the mulch — all spreading as the wings of a skeletal celestial whilst the pliant umber descended towards the ground. 
	“PhJut gotta brin and bear it, I got to skip the Plug lunch for a few days, though I could only taste so much of chou, given the circumstances…” Her face warped into a sneer as the brick of dung clogging her cheeks wedged itself stuck, a light daub of -Chsmrmt- as her brim bent and acclimated to the bulk supended down her canyon. 
	“Ah got it, knowing chou it’s fiiene I we justmmghr…” her mouth thinned to a line. -Chgbrlrlpthts,- stomach contracted, shifting back from a dipping beanbag to a sluggish dough pillowing on her lap -Chrrlrlwwthschl- t “Drop the subject…” 
	-Chrlrptsh- With the flesh chomping through grime. The levitation spell was broken, and the tower tumbled to -Cshtmtptsshw- smack into the ground with all the fanfare of a dropped pair of leggings, accented by a light clatter of near transparent rips hitting the ground before being entombed in mulch. The heap folded over itself, umber smacking into umber, plying a crater around its impact for the droves of upturned gut gunk to smear up into the fallen toppled bale, me. At first remaining solid, though a few moments out in the open softened its composition to melt fissures and grooves together with dung clumped soldering lines. 
	“Chou as much as the cult kids, colour me impressed, usually don't even smell my own stinkers, maybe ah'm sensitive to fish.” 
	As she scratched behind her ear, she noticed movement ahead… -Vhghtlptsh- The stomach growled at her quick grasp, fingers sinking into her abdomen in reflex at the commotion out on the field. “Ah why…” she mumbled, seeing robed students throwing a flying disk to one another. Separated by at least two stone's t throws, they didn't seem to pay her any mind. 
	“Looks like chou got yourself an audience, aren't Chou a star… fmmpfh…” She huffed, brim engorging as a bale of rough brewed bowel fudge clambered out, -Chtphs-CHhthtsph- The segmented loaf worming its way through, pucker latching into the fissures of the embarrassed expedited manure, leaving the muck to twirl and wag as it crawled out of her hind. 
	“Any chance you can make it look like my fail?” she mumbled to her gut. -Chbhgltptsh- A roil of vapors rustled through the abdomen, soaring through up her neck -Cbhruaaapwhpt-- cracking a belch like a whip through the air, relinquishing a cloud of humidity through her undulating lips. 
	“Least chou could have kept quiet.” She mumbled and crossed her arms again, feeling out her stomach, the bulk receding steadily as the coil of ballast crawled without her dung chute. The belch had roused some reaction from the crew, heads peering up now and again, towards her. 
	-Chrlrlpths- A solid chunk wedged stuck in her rectum, corking her hatch, judging by the stopping power, it was a scapula or similar wide hunk of osseous obstacle. The mouse's digits burrowing and kneading into her blubber to get the clog along, feeling the bale dangling under her haunches. 
	“Come on…” 
	Then, the disk came flying, heading towards her general direction, with a couple of students tagging after ot catch it. 
	“Taffy…” She muttered, straighten her post against the wall, crossed armed with a stare piercing the horizon. -Cthc- The disk landed on the other side of the fence soon to be picked up. But, they lingered. Waiting, just at the edge of her peripheral view. 
	A single bead of sweat… 
	-Chttwmtpstsl- the wedge dislodged, and the fat mound of booty batter barreled through, dropping into the pile underneath and stacking against the bricks, sagging side of the mountain tilted to the wall and the other sagging out, the smoother droves of chocolate bowel fondant sprawling to cover more around at the onslaught the mouse above casually dispensed. -Chrlpghs- 
	With her expression frozen she turned towards the keen observers. “Chou brats enjoying the show?” 
	This had the intended effect, the pair scampering back with a calm, though steady pace, joining up with the others. 
	The mouse gave a nod. Her arms fell limp, stomach -Cbglgpsh- sagging after her motions in a hefty slough, unleashing a few dollops of the organic mire to slobber -Chtpbtsh- into the pail of eel putty below. 
	Close one, chould held up for that one, though, less in other aspects, dig?” she said, rubbing into her cheeks and fanning her buns out. -Frrflflst- her rear fanned out out a flush of fumes, reeking of anchovies dumplings steamed in gasoline, the heat of the gas cloud mending seems and fractures in the bale hills to form a glossy mountain. “gues everyone still gets their moments in the spotlight,” the mouse said as she unwound with relieving some pressure. -Frlrlssshhtsh- The beam of liquid amber draping into the wall, forming a draping overall of humidity that trickle down across bricks and masonry to drizzle the heap, globs of pale loam catching in small pockmarks of the mire and forming amber dewdrops to adorned the muck. Along with the rivers sculpting out forking rivers through the knee-high tump of manure. 
	“And if that's all chou get in life, then that's what chou gotta work with,” She sighed and pinched into her navel again, jiggling the visible dougnut of flab, “I'll be working with Chou for a bit still. Ah'll settle for enjoying the fact chou made me feel what its like to be a soft serve dispenser, we all gotta compromise, chiao.” She waved off the heap, taking the long way around the building, partly to make space between her and ground zero, partly to digest the experience.