Battle Brawl, Cat Brawl Coil


Written by Septia.


-Crrrrkkch- The door to the director's chamber creaked open, enough for a shadow to parse their way through, then shut the entrance behind them. Lights were left off to remain inconspicuous, all but the beaming glimmer from the television screen, and the console flickering to life beneath. 
	“Oooohkay, think its… this button,” a shy voice mumbled to itself, fiddling with the controller until the screen erupted in in a cavalcade of sound and lights. 
	“Salutational greetings welcomes you to, Battle Braw-zzxpktp-.” the figure shut off the tv, wiping their forehead and shuddering. 
	“Phooos… that’s too close. I've gotta keep it down,” Dana mumbled to herself. 
	The tv tuned in, volume reduced to a fraction of it the former level, the light illuminating the frog girl slumping back on the carpet. 
	“Ookhay, that's bettah, mmheh.” She smiled as the game started up, remembering the shared moment of intimacy she had experienced with the director. The simulation tactile to the point it rivalled any stimulation her exes had brought to the table. While the depictions on the screen were virtual, the tension she'd felt, the joy that had allured her senses into a frenzy, were all too somatic. Perhaps it was the detail, the minutiae which elevated her senses. Or, perhaps… 
	“Where's that catty lil thing?” Perhaps it was the fact the events behind the barrier of glass, were not entirely… simulated. Dana's eyes lit up as she located the character she’d been searching for, sporting a wide grin as she made her choice. 


~ 1 ~


“Kanoxim!” 
	The voice… the blasted voice rang out through his ears, and with it heralded the world; the parody of reality he'd become all too familiar with.
	“Just once… c-couldn't I… j-just wake up outside again? H-Haven't I proved enough?” Kano shouted from the chamber of glass, reeling back at the iridescent turquoise and cyan flames below him flared up  towards the constrained space. He got his bearings, making sure all his limbs were attatched and peeking through the disaplay sceen he was caged behind. Things were different; the director’s room laid clad in shadows, only a vague silhouette blocked out at the center, too skinny to be the directo.  Whoever this was had hips like toothpicks compared to-… 
	“Choose you decided selection(!)” 
	Kano swallowed, eyes shifting back to the cage opposite him, it was happening again… A silhouette of deep purple morphed into shape, shifting in a pantomime between coutures and forms, depicting an array of shadows lined in a neutral pose. What he'd come to understand, was fighters. Some shadows he recognized, the twins, the druid, and… he swallowed nervously at the one with numerous tails. 
	“P-please C-could I just surrender?” 
	“Lanthanum silver rank(!)” 
	Kano froze; That was new. The shadows, grew bigger. Each silhouette warping to new heights, the flames beneath incorporated with a metallic aura. 
	“Choice selection Decided(!)” the voice called out again, as the silhouette constricted, grew substantial, solid… yet, to Kano, it looked like a tree. Towering over him, its shape all but humanoid, thick and rigid, from top to bottom, and it didn't stop at the ground, but folded and kept going, disappearing into the sky, compacting in the back of the cage. -Ckkrth- he heard the crack of glass, and splinters sprouted on his opponent's hold. 
	“Mm-gmrgnygnn…” Kano whimpered, slumping onto his knees and covering his face. 
	“P-please Can't I j-just…” 
	“Fighter brawlers, awaiting standby(!)” 
	But, something clicked. If it kept repeating, each time he lost, then… the only way out, was to prove himself. As the countdown ticked towards zero, Kano arouse on shaking legs clenching his fists into a battle stance. 
	“3… 2… 1…” 


His eyes were focused this time, and he witnessed the scenery flood in darkness, and then ley lines of neon carving out a pattern in the ground, warping and sculpting an array of weaving lights and scraps of texture. In an instance, he stood ankle deep in snow. His coat stood on end, and the chills made him leap; a short sighted tactic, as he only tumbled right back into the frozen fluff -Pddth-. Scurrying together, he cuddled close and took in the surroundings. A forest, or at least, there was one in the distance, the foreground by the scene window was a wide lake, frozen solid with tendrils of icy roots drawled along its rim… Kano pretended it didn't make him think of a pucker, which only solidified the mental image. But then… the silhouette rose from the ground. 
	Once it was eye to eye with him, it continued at least a good meter taller, the shape warped and tightened, segmented to give the guise of a caterpillar, but, it’s size made him ant in comparison. The mass of shade coalesced, and its center began to disperse. Specks of darkness peeled off and fluttered away as burning cinders, revealing a murky green, gleaming hue beneath. Kano quivered, noticing the figure kept going once it reached the ground, instead of being cooped up in a box, the frame was now free to slink away and disappear into the forest. He couldn't even see the end of it. 
	“I… have to try,” he told himself, but clasped his paws across his face wincing. “Mmfs… I can't, I just wanted a job, I just wanted to work on the big screen, i-if I have to tussle with a giant worm then I would have never-.” 
	“Who calling you a worm, you cockroach?” 
	That voice… brutish, yet delivered in such a pleasant candour. Kano peeked between his digits. Across from him, stood… a bear? Tall, deep umber fur with black streaks over her face. Clad in a verdant cotton stuffed coat with pudgy l segmented layers. A white wool cap crowned her head, that slumped to the side when the bear sized him up. However… where legs would be, there was just… more bear, more fluff, wrapped in a colourful scar coiled around her frame. Even as he marvelled, her tail was still coalescing from shadows, despite Kano being unable to spot it’s end in the distance. 
	“… B-bear snake?” 
	“Oh ho no, I heard worm.” The bearnaga insisted, and despite staring at him with cold eyes, there was a hint of amusement in her gaze. 
	The screen shrunk and closed in towards the fighter. 
	“Ylja, the glacial core(!)” 
	“What does lilla rakshasta do here. Maybe give you taste of bear flavour,” Ylja said with her gloved paws knocking together.
	Then the floating screen panned over to Kano, who struck a haphazard battle pose. 
	“Vs, Kanoxim(!)” 
	“Is- this better, c-can we talk about this?” 
	“Commence the beginning(!)” the announcer declared.


How long had it been? Kano wasn't certain, he'd been in the arena several times, but luck had never been on his side. Or strength, or tactics… or, again, luck. But he… he was ready, this time, he had gumption. Hopping to keep himself warm, stretching his shoulders. If he dodged enough, he could run out the clock, but… Ylja wasn't making any advancement. She coiled up 2 rounds of her snake half under herself, like a pillow, and rolled snow between her paws, humming a hearty tune. 
	“I-is she taunting me?” If so, it was working.
 

~ 2 ~


“Where'd you put this, thing,” Dana mumbled, cooing and huffing as she fiddled with the game box, running into some controller issues. She peeked back at the screen, and noticed the Rakshasta hopping in place, punching the air, warming up. Considerably more active than the scardy cat she’d seen before.
	“… did I pick right oooone?” she pondered, just as the controller cord slotted into place. 


~ 3 ~


”Ok I mmfs… r-ready o-over there b-because… I am gonna come.” Kano shouted. 
	“Do so,” Ylja responded. 
	He had to prove himself, even if it went against every bone in his body. Kano chomped on his lip, and rushed forth, stumbling through the snow, his pace hampered by how much bigger Ylja looked up close. He closed his eyes and delivered a shaky open palm jab. But… just as his vision faded, he got a peek at her health bars. The other fighters had a yellow bar at the top, and a blue underneath, yellow seemed to mean health, as his had gone down quite a lot. But, Ylja's, was clearly orange. 
	-Dfft- He made impact… Kano eyes shot open, this was a first, the plan went through without a hitch. His palm laid nuzzled, forming a palm printed crater on Ylja's coat. Visions of pillows flashed through his mind. 
	“Cutis.” 
	Kano blinked, peeking up at Ylja looming above him, the cold line of her lips formed, crooked at the edge. Then, she spied the health bars. Over her. He had chipped off a little wedge of orang at the edge, behind which, laid a second, yellow health bar. 
	“Ooo… s-so…” 
	“Mmhmm,” Ylja responded
	“Were you, blocking?” 
	She shook her head no. 
	“Aah…” Kano awkwardly withdrew his palm. 
	“Cuddle time.” Ylja shouted, and at once a loop of her body flung forth, the tail thicker than Kano's waist, feeling as ill fitted as a needle for a burlap rope. The coil caught him, bounced him outwards and then recoiled and slammed into Ylja's frame, the padding of her coat felt as fluffy concrete from the impact, and had knocked his face right into her chest, his head bobbing about like a tennis-ball bouncing between a pair of rubber melons. The clutch then tossed him in the air, the same lunge he'd feel when anyone managed to knock him off his feet in this reality, he'd grown used to it, but wasn't able to prone himself for the inevitable impact-. 
	“Double time.” Before he could finish his thought, two coils launched out, and caught him, reeling him back with twice the force, smothering him into the hold of her fluffy coated tummy, his face plastered into it whilst the coils wringed him tight as an old dish rag, the fluff enveloping his legs. 
	“Wmmrwag.” He whimpered, and was tossed back in the same motion again, his head spinning; he couldn't tell up from down, just that everything was so much colder when he wasn't-. 
	“Triple time.” 
	W-why…?” Kano mumbled before the expected happened, three coils grappling him and sending him right back when the buoyant motion turned against him in the hefty clash of padding and fluff. 
	“Bearhug…” Ylja whispered, and this time, as Kano was about to plunged back, the coils constricted him back, and the tree trunk forearms barged down onto his back, clutching him into her frame, Kano feeling his face sink into the green plastine fabric, a choking embrace starving his mind for oxygen in the hazy hold of hot fur. 
	Kano noticed he was on the ground. He didn't remember falling, his vision was still adjusting, and everything was cold. His muzzle poked up through the snow dune he'd been launched into, peeking at the dark silhouette against the background draped in pearly white. He saw her scratch at her cap, and nonchalantly dragging it off and “You be miney cap-tive,” she said in that taunting tone, crushing the cap between her paws, just for t too reappear at her head a moment later. 
	“You be my cap-tive.” “you be-. You- y-. You be my cap-tive.” the motion of taunting repeated, clingingnto each other. Kano whimpered. This was not a challenge he could surmount, she was an edifice, evoking feelings of tumbling down a mountain range. Did the director just… relish so much in his suffering? 


”Ooofsm, ooh hah, that’s more like the one I remember,” Dana huffed to herself, reclining against the foot of the couch and resting the controller on her lap. Her only wish was that she'd had gotten into position sooner, though her controller still vibrated from the aftershock of the combo. “Mmfs… ooshaky yeah, there we go, we can have fun now. Mm,” She paused, suckling on her lip whilst watching Kano stumble back up, with surprising speed. “Wonder how one'd get someone in there.” 


The system corrected Kano standing, which felt as if someone had shoved hinges in his legs and reeled him up as a marionette. 
	“you be my cap-tive,” Ylja taunted, and beaconed him closer. “You got a free hug cupon, come casha in it,” she scoffed with a tinge of humor. 
	“C-could I not?” 
	Her expression melted. 
	“I-I’d j-just, rather, a-avoid a-any c-confro-fro aaa-thjoi.” Kano sneezed, sniffled and brushed back his ears, soaked in clumps of melting snow that trickled down his face. -Smmtch- Something smacked into him, he reeled back at the punch, till her realised it… was just a cap. Ylja's wool cap. He felt inside, it was… cozy, a little toasty even. He pulled it over his head, ears folding in and twitching with joy. Ylja's ears twitched too fluffy, triangular bases with rounded tips, like a low profile joystick. There were… pretty adorable. Kano smiled. 
	“Re…” 
	The smile dropped. 
	“Coil.” Ylja called out, body stretched back and launching forwards with her tail following after like a never ending cape. She slammed into him belly first, plunging him into the snow, then revolving her body to launch him right out of it, into a coil of her awaiting tail. He slammed into it, the revolutions and rolls twisted off her scarf, leaving him exposed to the pure touch of minute bear fluff, packed tight as duvet. Then another coil smacked into his front and screwed around him in a helix of smothering, chubby tail fluff. “Mgmr, swmmgtsh.” he grunted, wheezed in the lack of air, yet tingling at the sheer warmth radiating out of her form. 
	“This’ll be the tail end from your story, hey, catch up,” Ylja called out, and then Kano saw a lump of shadow slithering towards him, coming from… the foreground. It shed flakes of the coalesced darkness covering itself just like Ylja's body had-… Wait. 
	“Thas your thaail?” He wheezed in lack of breath, realising the dark length looped from the foreground back into the forest, she'd still not been rendered fully? Then… the tail seemed to, bulk up. 
	-Brwnnngsh-. The shadows near the end filled out, swelled plump and hefty as the tail wriggled up the coils towards his head, and once eyelevel with his frightened countenance, the shadows dispensed, revealing a pair of plump, smooth, squared buns the cheeks even bobbing and protruding in a handsome bunch. He swallowed, despite the chills that ruled him a moment before, he was suddenly sweating profusely. 
	“T-that' is where y-your b-butt is?” 
	“Double time…” It was the same line from before, though this time it had a clear… sensual vibe to its flow. Kano turned, twisted to see her back, where the bear physique transitioned down to the coils,  merging between the segments of the bearnaga laid pair of bobbing buttocks, clad in a thin coat of floof. He stared at the hunk of doughy booty fat, wide and thick, each one the passing the width of his head and taunting him with their girth wriggling together, squishing with a faint musk of brine and campfires. His heart pounded to the beat of a bumblebee's wings, graced with this moment to indulge in the sight of her assets, after which he would become quite… intimate. -Shrlwlllshc- The cheeks collided, Kano faced with an ear facing each rump, hearing the rumbles in their depths, feeling the two pairs part as they impacted his head. The wedge his head made prying the cheeks apart. The blubber rolled in over him, as buns fresh from the oven, still sloughy enough to clasp and sink into his contours, engulfing his head in fluff clad bulk from each end. -Bbdwwnth- the cheeks rumbled and rippled as they smacked into one another, meeting across his face, a thin line between the two of them where Kano could glimpse the outside world for a few moments, till they sealed up thin as a single pencil stroke, and trapped him in the airtight cell of hind chub. His sweat glued the bear's gentle floof to his, entangling them in a gel of embarrassment and joy, he could barely breathe, but he didn't feel the need too. 
	-Ghrlblh- Then, far away, he picked up a rumble, as if an avalanche of snow cascaded down the distant mountains. Yet, this rumble only grew, louder, as it split into a twain of rolling, guttural thunder. 
	“We heat up the sauna, give us a spar.” Ylja proclaimed. Kano realised what she meant, he felt the grumbles course and rattle his prison, even felt the pulsating flood roar and undulate through his bonds(?). “Mfmw, fmwmogm.” He struggled, huffed and thrashed, the cheeks parting for a moment, giving his sweat soaked grimace a glance of the world… then slammed together, sandwiching him in the greasy hold of the perky buns. -Chblglth- and at once the fumes erupted. -PPBBWrrrwpppth- -BBWrrrpwpllfffpppth- Gales of heated sulphur smog surge through him, the cheeks rippling at the gasses contained within the firm clasp of bear meat, the puttering brims roaring as industrials drills plunging through a vat of porridge. The cascade swirled, storming as it circulated around him, and sought way to be free. The heat was tactile, the gas humid with a splash of water crinkling and folding his fur to its whims, hissing like a leaking pressure cooker as it found ways to escape the clutches of the organic oven. -FBBrwwmmfffffppprth- -Fwwoompth- The volley of gas set Kano's ears trailing straight up, hauling up the wool cap with it. The cap peaked out of the compressed cheeks for a moment before the flatulence flooded into it, inflating the cap from between, rising from the crevices and growing as a wild smoked mushroom, tall and plump and rustling from greasy, yellowed gasses whimpering through the woven crotched stitches. The floods of fumes soaked through his fur with the humidity of boiled pepper, tickling every hair on his body and drenching him in moisture, two cleaning irons sandwiching him from each side, huffing with no sing of pause, the coils around him rustling all while gasses pooled through and percolating at ground zero – which was his face. 
	It became tough to distinguish Tears, from sweat, from gaseous condensation drooling over him, the world erased by all but the cap still clinging around his ears. -Ppfwhhoo- until the gas it had gathered compressed and rocketed up into the air. -A mushroom cloud followed in its wake, lime and lemon hues of boiling fumes swirling and molding into one another in the vague outline of a skull… -Ohfbbwrth- the gas coming to an abrupt stop, -SCHhmmamthc- the cheeks parting with the greasy clasp – followed by the awkward sloppy silence of walking into a toad orgy. 
	Kano laid framed in the helix of snake coils, cheeks oscillating on each side, with threads of rump phlegm webbing him together with them, glistening in the like crystal in the cold light. -Phhwff-. The cap landed back on his face, with it sown huff of fog -Pffrt-, deflated over his face. 
	“Toasted Jerky, my favorit,” Ylja mused, the cheeks reclining, “double ti…-” 
	Kano's eyelids nearly popped off of his face. 
	“Gotcha~.” Ylja mused an, the move ending with springing him out of her coils, soaring back first onto the ground. 
	There was something familiar of every toss being the same repeated motion, the Rakshasta briefly lamenting he was developing Stockholm syndrome for being tossed around like a ragdoll. 
	-Dfth- once on the ground, he was ready for the cold… which never came. He stood up, forced into his recovery posture, but the frozen crystals clustered on his oat, soon dissolved, vaporising and dripping off him in droves of steam. He felt over his face, flustered but still toasty, warm. 
	“I am warming just up,” the bearnaga triumphed, shuffling her tail out of the shaft, and flicking open a few buttons on her jacket. “You…,” Kano mumbled, trying to wrap his head around everything, “warming me u-up?” 
	Ylja swept her coil of her tail in front of her in a cocky gesture. “Getting cold feet on me, huh?” she huffed, but on her face, was a genuine smile. 
	Something started to melt within Kano, something that had been with him since the beginning, a burden he'd have to carry around. Then he doubled over with his arms cradling his torso, realising it might be his internal organs melting. A peek up at the healthbars confirmed it, his Yellow bar had gone down to a few wedges at the bottom, even his blue bar had drained. Whilst… over on Ylja's, her blue bar had started been overtaken by a second, purple surface. 
	“T-this is-isn't… ofoushl-. Phaaa.” Kano exhaled a lungful of fumes belch of Ylja's preserved flatulence, “f-fair…” 
	“Trust me,” Ylja retorted, flexing in a strongarm pose, “I'm doing you for a favour.” 


~ 4 ~


“Oooof, oo oo… Ooommhm,” Dana howled to herself, clamping her thighs around the controller, bobbing it up to her crotch with each excited clamp, it rumbled with such bravado and vigour, the girth, despite being a hunk of plastic, the convulsions and motions inside gave it a sense of girth, of magnitude and gravity which the frog girl inebriated herself on; an open-bar of lust channelled through the struggles and hardships on the screen. 
	“Hookay, mmfshoohokay, gotta moment, just, jussa mommnet,” Dana mumbled, brushing back sweat from her forehead and licking her palm, grinding her arms into herself, lost in the moment. “Mmfs, sooh yeaaaah~,” she grunted and crooned, “Stars and mooon~.” 
	“Well well, the pupil fancies herself the star o' the show, but how is the audience gonna see chou without a spotlight, darling? -Clikc- Dana froze mid lick, pupils shrinking. Too afraid to turn and face the ample bodied director standing at the threshold. 
	“V-vi? I wash j-jhus…” 
	“Dear dear, shuhs,” Vi said, strutting up and locking the door with a flick of her tail, “are we going off script? Think we know how to direct the action?” she said, lounging back into the couch behind her assistant, who wad dripping with sweat. 
	“Ahum… you shee… I was just, wereeh and though-.” 
	“That chou could plunder mistress's goldmine of smut? How daring,” she slid down the couch, packed in tightly behind her assistant, and wrapped her arms around her, “Show me, I'll give chou directions if needed, otherwise… I am just in the role of assistant director to chou.” 
	Dana gulped, quivering at the warmth from Vi's frame, and felt her bra slip free from her back. 
	“I’ll do m-my best.” 


~ 5 ~


 
“Mind if I vent a bit? M-mind if- mind if I vent a bit? Mind if- Ooh, that one's been holding me down.”
	The repeated taunts were bothersome, though to make it through this, Kano had to start tuning them out. He stumbled backwards, shifting on his feet to keep balance as an assault of flatulence launched towards him, clouds flooding down straight lines, missiles of chartruce musk now and then hitting its target. 
	“Pmfmsa, comg-geeze sI can't, I-… Oopgh.” but, even when he was hit, there was a surge of heat soaking over him, a comfort in the perpetual cold. Though, after a while, he got into a rhythm, dodging with surprising accuracy, even if each sway looked like he was about to topple over – which he was. “I-I got just a” -Cllrth- then a familiar pudgy weight lobbed onto his shoulders. “r-right.” he just remembered her tall rump, and barely remained placid as it coiled him up in a cocoon of bear tail, rolling him into grapple range of Ylja. Ylja chuckled as he rolled up and, having shed her heavy jacket, standing tall with warmth radiating from her frame, as if being brought to a stove that had been lit a few hours ago, still holding its warmth. “Ready to get intimate?” the bear beamed down out of nowhere. 
	Kano's cheeks burst up in fluster. “Whaw-awaht?” Then her blue bar depleted, as it sunk the snow behind them displaced, and from it arose planks, lain across interlocking logs of wood, a sauna risen from the earth. 
	“What hides in snow is revealed in thaw,” Ylja smirked and slithered up to the cabin, opening it up to show the benches, towels, and … an empty structure where the hot coals would be placed – though this one in the shape of a prompt-box they keep on theather stages. 
	“A-are we really going t-apsoa-.” Kano spun out from the coils, lobbed into the sauna, and faced with Ylja's pleased smirk as the door slammed shut. 


Darkness, fractions of sunbeams made it through the layered planks, Kano scurried to the first step of the stair-bench, huddling up under his cap. At least, it wasn't as cold in here. -Chhchrllfthw-. He heard a squeeze, shift and wedge of motion, making his way through with his palms out, worried what had entered with hi-… -Pbwhhgwwn- A blubber, curvaceous batch of butt dough filed up his paws, staying still for a few moments, then groping just to make sure. “Y-yhup, t-that's a butt.” 
	-Ppbbwrrrrwpptth- The cheeks parted and blew out a plume of cyan smog into his face, lacking humidity, the dry heave of air drained the moisture from his coat as he stumbled backwards, clutching over his shoulders… Of course the hatch was for her hind, what else? It hit him, why could he see the smog? -Pphhrwwiirrrfth- A long, vibrating humm of rattling cheeks unleashed a bulbous fog of steam, pale pink and luminous as neon bubblegum. It fumbled through the sauna, keeping level unlike the first bout. The smog wrapped in over Kano, soaking him in the sweltering heat and prickling touch of the putrid gas. It clung to him like a cloud, bubbles in a bath… 
	-Bbfwrrrrppprth- A somber huff of fog bellowed through, pale blue and laced with brine, curling and crawling through the air in spiralling patterns, crawling through the pink cloud, separating the aerial odour to soar and spiral up towards the ceiling. 
	“W-wha?” Kano’s mind was running on empty, wondering if he'd just gone crazy. -Bbrwllfpfpfprrth- then a good serving of enveloping, peppery yellow smog busted from the rumbling buttocks, ensuring him this was still Ylja's doing. 
	-Pfpwtth- -bBfwrrprth -Bbwwwrtp- Volleys of gas flooded through the hatch, each in a new shade, violet, grey, mauve, vermilion, turquoise. All shimmering, and the more that tumbled and rolled over one another, the more of the cabin he could see. Kano wrapped himself in a towel, attempting to breathe throughout the fabric, though the grime of the gasses permeated through his defences, gumming onto his coat, inviting him to their realms. -Bwbrrw- Wmpprhhth- Emerald vapours saturated the air in the steam baked in Ylja's bowels, each had its own characteristics, but each distinctly audible. -Bbfpprhtht- The cheeks belched, bellowing torrents of raw flatulence, its pace picking up, and with it, the clouds of smog revolved, gyrated, rippled through the air. It spun in a tornado of smog shimmering in a spectrum of rectal chroma. A light show that invited his gaze upwards, to see the spiral. Looking through a massive kaleidoscope, a tornado of coal-hues and sensations, textures and density of the pungent gases. Some soaked him as if diving though a cloud of rain, others were a gasp from a dying desert on its longest day, drying his fur to parchment. Some were fluffy, soft and inviting, the pink fog especially bundling up around him as effervescent cotton candy. 
	“Enjoying the show? Didn't think the northern lights would come visit at this time of day, localised in a sauna, focused on warming you up; letting you steam-bake in my sauna.” 
	Ylja's voice was a chorus of impossible tones, high above, and Kano realised the pattens, the waveforms and intermingling chroma and densities, he was witnessing the veil of the night sky, the mantel of light that creased the darkest reaches of the world. By this point, the odour and cycling humidity was going to his head, replacing the air. Kano lost himself, drunk in the magnitude of smog -PPSbbwrrlrlth- drowning him from all sides, spinning and waving along with their motions, spinning, bobbing, huffing as his eyes glazed over, reflecting the spectacular light show in a tumble-drier he was was cocooned within. 
	“Enjoying yourself? I hope you do, cus this baking, is gonna be turned up to high heat.” 
	Her words became all the more clear to Kano, and as he blinked and adjusted to the luminous sights around him, he realised that the smog as loosing saturation, its chroma shifting, blending together, morphing into the stirring, spiralling smog. And when all the hues intermingled, the result was a putrid, guttural umber. Right at its center, high above, he saw the moon come out, a black, floofy boon that rattled in unison with the fog dispensing tail. 
	-Pbhrwwwmmprpth- -Chhrsllslpt- -Pchrmrmmprth- The cheeks crinkled with colon lube, and bellowed forth a pillar of black smog, the two rears huffing in unison, spinning the smog into a cyclone of lard laced fog. Kano clutched himself in fright, and -Shqlltsh- and felt, how his digits weren't stopped by his coat, instead, sinking. His whole body was going soft, baking in an onslaught of torrid fumes. -Chrösltgh- -Chrllsght- C-hhgths He twisted and turned, and saw black streaks phasing through the walls; Ylja's coils, mummifying the sauna, were sinking through as ghosts. An illusion. But they were real, they concentrated the fumes, backed them in tighter, coalescing them towards him, driving the humidity and scorching heat into his coat. Perhaps, the sauna was the illusion, one he'd fallen for without hesitation, baited by beauty; A mirage. (A bear favour). Before, he'd worried about freezing solid, and now, he was scrambling to keep himself together. The coils neared, shrinking to a cone around him, with the two hinds belching out their congested gasses into him, spiralling, the cyclone compressed and spinning faster, cycles of colon induced humidity and dryness working through Kano's skin, muscles, tissue, the claws of the putrefaction dug into him, black fog clawing into his skin, causing ruptures for the smog to pool grease into, congealing his blood into gaucy oils, and his flesh into greasy grime. -Chrsllthc- -ckkrrhth- Fractures surfaced across his coat, segmenting his body in portions by density, the splintering crevices constantly filling with moisture from the thundering fart winds, the moisture hardened into glue by the torrid gasses; he lost movement before he lost control, so he could struggle against the segments hardened and gummed together, whilst the will and energy to move drained… the emotions amplified and manifested as a simulacra of total futility. 
	-Bbrwowothth- -Thwbhthtsh- Tremendous bass notes of puttering smog assaulted him, the coils not a meter away from him, and creeping closer, a temple of living flesh, a sauna that constrained to his specific measurement. “One hunk of Rakshasta fudge bread, mm, coming right up, just gotta… hug out all those unnecessary grits.” Ylja crooned above him, Kano losing sense of his muscles, control siphoned out as the fumes siphoned in. the odour percolating from his skin, as he stewed in her revolving odour into molten sludge. He opened his mouth to cry for help. -Pff- only to feel a puff of regurgitated mist whip free, smothered out by the roaring storm of flatulence. Panic fled from Kano, even as his bones grew petrified, and meat gunked into bear chocolate. Because even his mind macerated, relieved from its terror and lurid pleasure, brewed into a clump of bowel fudge, his own lungs chocking and smothered by the mulch they morphed and sloughed into, and his heart laid its last beat, shrivelled to a gelated lump of tar. 


~ 6 ~


 “Wowwooahaoookhay, t-that was-.” 
	“Chou adore it, I know, the spotlight makes the brightest stars shine,” Vi cooed after interrupting Dana, utilising their assistant as a humping board to appease her own loins, sharing the vibrations from the controller jammed far up Dana's snatch. “Phhaa, I dmmfs, h-have so much to learn still,” Dana admitted, her head falling back into Vi's bosom, bouncing a bit to the amusement of the director, brushing the assistant as one would a pet. “Learning is life, from before we know our script, when we've though we rehearsed every line, but chou always have more to learn, and l,” she reached down and tugged on the controller cord, fishing it out from Dana's crotch to a splutter of liquid lust, “And would chou think, learning can be this much fun~.” 


~ 7 ~


“Why so stale all so sudden?” Ylja mused as she opened the door to the sauna, the chromatic smog pluming out in rolls of heated vapours, to reveal the silhouette hidden in its folds. 
	Kano appeared as if he had been dipped in chocolate, a hull of deep umber encasing him from top to bottom, though on closer inspection one could see the cracks, the fissures which lined the frame of manure, the divots and pocks sprawled along the texture of grime. -Phshshss- Steam oozed from the deepest reaches, a vent of smog plumed from a fracture in the dung on his shoulder, overtime the arm slumped downwards – imitating a child's abandoned clay project. 
	“Loosen up little,” she smirked and pointed her rear in the direction of the manure statue. -Chgbbrlsltsh- A grumble roared up her tail had culminated in a burst of thunderous fumes -Pphhbbrwwoooffllth- the clouds of coal soaked smog projecting into a pillar, -Spllgths- crashing straight into the pastoral depiction of the rakshasta fighter, -Chhrsth- The pressurised humidity crashing into the framework and bending the manure tower under its march, Kano's upper body folding back like a laptop over his legs, -Chhrsllth- cracks and cavities spraining up above his waist, chipped away by the gale winds of exhaust ruptured off the guttural chimney. -Shrrlstlsh- the hollows grew to gouges, tears to ruptures, -Ckkrltsh- Until the statue severed by the middle, Kano's torso toppling head first into the floor of the sauna, his frightfully flustered expression -Kkrrlptlsth- pancaked by the fall. The statue was mulch through and through, with mere differentiating hues letting Ylja tell the marred statue apart from any other uniformed compost her rear had coughed up. She slithered up in a standard, confident pose, tossing off her gloves. 
	“If you cannot handle the heat, then get out o-… the saun-…” Then her voice froze in place, her lips repeating the same motion, as a record stuck on a skip. -Kkrxllth- after a static crackle, her words returned. 
	“Then you should not have dared be such a cutiepuss.” 
	She turned with a smile, her tail end slipping in, hovering her plump rear above the decomposing statue… Chrlslth- -Chhrlrpsglths- and disgorging a fresh batch of tail forged slag, mud glimmering of bronze in the sparse lighting reaching in through hee, crackling on its way through to submerge the defeated Kano. -Chhrlspth- -Chhtpspwth- loafs of fat dung slugged out of the undulating tail, the bulges of mulch visible along the tail as it journeyed through it, the messy end sealing Kano's grimy fate. Ylja's tail kept on delivering its jam packed sludge over the statue till she had shuffled all her tail coils back into position, at which point the pile reach to where Kano's shoulders had once been, only a billowing stack of filth to become the rakshasta's tomb.