Tame Curiosity
Part 2

Written by Septia.


-Chhrnch- -Chrnguh- -cllchrhg- 
	A churning mill roused me from my sleepless slumber, hazy in exhaustion while I grasped to get a grip on the world around me, and heaved myself onto my side to find the source of the noise. The portentous sight of a fur coated hind greeted me, the mere sight of the pink pit of flesh twitching an arms length from my face invoked a tactile memory of the previous night. A quiver rustled down my back. -Ghhrlslgh- my stomach turning — guts a jittering propeller — which trickled a sense of nausea up my gullet. 
	“Bulrlalpagrh,” I heaved up a globule of brown tar, the grime wedged in through my throat, halted by my teeth, and jamming through my teeth in order to sprawl its putrid influence far throughout the expanse of my mouth. -Splpltshwtp- the hunk dropped onto the floor with a smack of pancake batter, deep umber as the coffee sump solidifying in the light of the sun, with droplets of tar drilling along the maw onto the crinkled heap. I could see a bone jutting out from the side, jittering as a guitar string from the impact. My lips scrunched together at the sight, and what it implied, that my dears, my friends had… It tickled the instinct to hurl again, though the taste of crusting doggy and kitty duty in my maw struggled to prevent further intrusion. 
	“FhhrmmsW?” 
	My grunts and heaves caught the attention of Andrake, who had located the feed bag, busily crunching through its contents in an imitaion of a plunger. 
	“H-hey Andrake, owa… husse is not feeling too well,” I said and held my forehead.
	The next time I looked up the plump Gordon setter waddled over and was busily gnawing up my expelled muck from the floor. 
	“Right, guss it is not too odd for yo. East, ot as odd as it is to me,” I said. 
	Andrake lapped at my cheek, scooping up droves of gellating mud wax with his bowled tongue, painting me in eager spittle. 
	“Mfms, ss-sthop… Andrake, shouldn't be eating so much junk,” I pushed, though what started as a motion to shove the hound off, which ended in pets and ruffling through his oily locks. “You big dummy,” I said and nuzzled up into him, smearing mud and saliva back onto him, which he eagerly lapped up. 


I had to coerse a brief therapy session with Dr. Andrake when I was up on two legs again, even if the world insisted on swaying under my footsteps. It had been, just such a nightmare, paralysed throughout my body, for so long, and my muscles still ached stiff. 
	“Craws, stop licking me there.” Markson greeted me as I stumbled into the living room, towards the couch, and my phone. 
	“Morning… I just, have to sit down for a…” 
	-Bbfwt- Andrake was at my feet, bumping his head into my shins. 
	“Later…” I said, my face still riddled with spittle and black fur. He bumped into me again. 
	“We'll get you some playtime soon, husse just has to relax for a bit.” 
	He withdrew. I planted my palms down on the couch table, the glass creaking under my sweaty palms. Looking down, I could see a vague reflection of my shirt, and the untold waves and droves of muddy wax dollops plastered onto it. 
	“Shower… yeah…” I mumbled. Then… another shadow appeared in the reflection… 
	-Chbbbgtpwh- Andrake tackled me, his gut -Bbwbwnngth- slamming into my back and pinning me onto the table, my shoulders and back bulldozed under the doggy blubber, as he stumbled up and crawled along the table, bulldozing his belly over my head. 
	"Andrake, stop, playtime later, stop it," I huffed out, though he was persistent, grinding his protruding abdomen onto my back, humping into my exhausted frame. 
	Then… I felt something else, among the sea of fur swaying and brushing over up my shirt, came a patch of fair, naked skin, growing, pulsating. Did he see me as being in heat? Was he just excited, this was the first time he had… -Chhnng- Chncng- His grinds became deliberate, brisk humps smushing his crotch onto my back, his gut kneading me onto the table whilst his member protruded far out of his sheath, massaging my back with his infertile erection. 
	From the corner of my vision, I spotted Anastasia, The Abyssinian I had only recently adopted. She kept to herself, laying at the windowsill, nesting up the cabinets, and observing the other pets. Though… she was starting right at me… She acted as any cat would in their daily life, but the piercing gaze, as Andrake humped my back glistening of pre, set in the sensation that she was watching a play, and it was — for once — to her amusement. -Splllrth- Andrake's shaft trembled with the turbulence of his orgasm, I felt his know swelling just cents above my cheeks, and the plaster of white gel drenching my back. 
	“B-Bad dog…” I mumbled, such a display of chutzpah was a first for Andrake. Yet, he wasn't finished, paws kneading into my back, grasping around me ad licking my face, slowly flipping me onto my back -Spplgth- A chill coursed down my spine, feeling the muck sandwiched between the table and my back. But any command I had was muffled as the rolls of portly dog gut smothered me, Andrake scuttling forwards, drawing his cock along my frame like a brush, the engorged tip veered a thumb past my face. And his tail sweeping off the sweat from my forehead. As he moved up, my shirt rolled up with him, -Chhrlsplgsh- the crinkle of grime oscillating from the folding dung burrito, smoother muck gliding out the cuts of my shirt. I coughed, clearing my throat of the dampened air, and grasped in a deep breath. -PPBbrwwwwpwptht- my lungs taking in an expulsion of tepid, liquid laced gust, a stench of over boiled carrots in a bronze and ammonia stew assaulting my airspace, and I was faced with the quivering waste chute of my massive canine. 


“Stop.” I reached up to hold Andrake in place, -Ttwpft- only for him to shift his haunches down, legs anchoring my upper arms to the table, and his rear making acquaintance with my face. Maybe it sounded like 'sit’? I struggled to indicate my discomfort, mustering up the energy I had to shove him off of me, though his rump only wheeled over my face, balancing as he huffed out in joy, what a fun game for him. 
	“Andrake let memgpp-mgppgwfth. Mmpffth,” I grunted as he smothered his weight over my face, burying my head in the fluffy confines of his hind, and brushing his weighty rear over my face. Puffing out a handful of greasy smokestacks -Ppfpfhrhth- -Bbrrfft- the odour of sewage vinaigrette curbing my struggles, until his tail flung up, and a rumble –Chhlclrh- compiled through his innards to a crinkle of rugose flesh -Fwrrllrsccht- The pit swelled outwards, budding with the edges of his greasy brim twitching in an eager -Spffbbrlth- and with the sound of unwrapping a week old meatloaf, the flesh petals peeled off the budding brim, unveiling an expanse of beige clay swelling past the rim -CHSrlrlspth-. His hind rose, I felt the twitches in his crotch smushing against my left cheek, while the bottom of his belly perched securely over my forehead. I got a view of the unfurling dune of pale dough trailing out of his brim, seeing the black fractures drain off colon fluids like a flume ride, trickling in radiant streaks refracting the beams of dawn from the window, the air disturbed by the sweltering heat reeking from the batch of bowel baked doggy dough as it drove towards my drain. 
	The odour permeating through the air, lingering in dense clouds leaving me bereft of clear breaths, replaced with the stench of a dung beetle factory build in a mouldy hunk of white cheese. The stench instinctively forced me to breathe through my mouth, a struggle to uphold seeing the chubby drove — only growing fatter as it distended from the brim — dipped towards my face. 
	“S-ssth-- st--.” I quivered, wheezing out air in an attempt to blow the drove away, gritting my teeth as the creaking of shampooed glass reverberated from Andrake's muck chute, my eyes closed to take myself away from this nightmare, holding my breath till my cheeks puffed up purple… Eventually, I had to give in, and took a deep, reluctant breath. 
	“Phaaaa- might-” 
	-Gllrpgthsb- the scagged sausage of well baked manure drove into my mouth, lips curled around the uneven edges of butt batter, the heat of my lips moulding the grime to their contours. Memories of pacifiers blinked by my consciousness, feeling the hefty hunk of banana girthed grime to fill my maw. 
	’Why me? Why this? Why?’ It was all I could think of. I pushed my tongue onto the muck, the taste of raw pepper liquor marinade and expired beef shot through my taste buds with a pang of regret. My tongue retracting, and a cough wobbling my lips -Shchrkkspt- the gaps allowing the steamy dough to wedge down and further, -shhrlrlspth- smearing in past my teeth. Bundles of manure catching on my molars and building up in stacks of rolled up filth, crawling into the nooks and crannies between my teeth whilst the main mound curved down into the edge of my gullet. 
	“Chhraapff, hhouuaff.” Andrake's barks filled the air with a placid warmth, yet, it was contrasted by the vitriol flavor of his grime infesting my mouth, the length only growing thicker as it coiled down my maw; the brush of his pelt against my head filled with joy and fluffy care, but the weight behind his gut mushing me into the table built an aggravated and intrusive headache; everything with Andrakewas a duality. Part of him was a reminder of the puppy I had raised and loved, cuddled and played with, and the other… made the first seem as nothing but a distant dream… a memory which I had entertained in a delusion. -Shhtkkpgpstuh- the grime plunged further, the clay thick muck budging at the entrance to my oesophagus, and a struggled against both my will and the sheer girth of the manure… -Glrllrpstuhg- I swallowed, feeling some of his fresh batch wander down my neck, deflating as it sunk back into my gut… This, this was me waking up? Was all of this really, my imagination? Was I abused every day and tried to live in a fantasy world where my pets loved me? 
	-Pfprbbrwwrrllth- The blaring bellow of musk rich flatulence pelted my face, whipping back my hair in the currents of hot air warping Andrake's rear open to deluge his gunk down my maw, despite swallowing to the best of my ability, the crackling droves of filth were folding in tangles over my lips, roping on my cheeks. 
	“Ghgkkltk, oomph, mgmpggh,” I remained, gulping, shaking, my legs falling limp as bulges of pliable manure ferried through my gullet… 
	Of course, that wasn't true… I wasn't waking up, I had takinh care of them all, we'd loved each other for years, I knew it was true… but… Tears streamed down my face, my chest bouncing in hiccups smothered by the raw silt Andrake desposed of into and over my mouth, feeling the hot mounds slope down to bury my cheeks; crying both tears and muck. I knew it was all my life, I knew this dog, it couldn't be a lie… and, realizing that, was an even harder pill to swallow, than the dung Andrake stuffed my face with. 


'Phaaa, hoaaf hahrf, that is just what I needed, so much tasty food, that is where good dumps come from.' I thought to myself, joy coursing up through my ears, flapping as I wagged my tail in joy. To think that my husse had gotten us such a nice place to relax and let some healthy meals drain out smooth and comfy, it just made me wanna hump his leg and drown him in kisses. Shame his scent isn't around here, but by how much Emperor's dumps stinks, I could have found this toilet miles away. Yesterday had been such a feast, and getting to unload it all would make ready to leap out and have fun all day. Or, luonge about in the field. I raised my rump, and swayed my cheeks, nearly finished now, and then, I had to find everyone else, and play. 
	Andrake's manure sloughed and tangled over my face, burying my head under coils of beige and black speckled doggy mortar, muck sprawling over my neck and just over my nose, -Shchrsllt- crinkling as oiled rubber in its contourting sprawl over my head. Thick dunes sloughed along on the melded surface of filth, cracks in the grime bending and melding together in the slump of the rectal phlegm, ad flattening onto the glass table as a puddle of pancake batter. I saw Andrake stand, pucker winking out a few orbs of dung, ad then stepping forwards, grinding his hind into my hair, -Hshglrsfht- brushing droplets of filth off onto me, and hurrying off with energy and glee I hadn't seen in him for years… Then, I just laid there, mouth immersed in a miasma of brewed, oily putty, hair frazzled in filth… It took effort to dislodge myself from the weight, huffing and scooping off muck from my face, heaving out a clog of muck in the shape of my mouth, teeth marks and all, though most of it… -Hghlspth- went right back my throat. Anastasia brushed over her whiskers, and now stopped staring, taking the long way around the dog marked trash heap I had become… It was turning into late morning, and my body desperately required breakfast. -Hrursllpg- -bbrhrslallapth-… I hurled out a cocktail of manure, acids and saliva… Despite need, I was lacking the shadow of an appetite. 


~ 1 ~


Water rushed down the drain. My hands were long since clean, though my eyes laid fixed on my reflection. Stains of deep beige and greasy auburn tatoo’d my cheeks and forehead, chest moving erratically, nostrils flaring in every breath. This wasn't me, but it couldn't be anything else… I laid my forehead onto the mirror, drawing a deep sigh. 
	“Aararg, amfmr.” 
	“Gayaga,” I squealed and hit the lock on the door as soon as I heard the bark. The silence was followed by a faint whining outside, and steps leading off. 
	“Who… Am I… The amid I had been yesterday wouldn't dream of locking the door one of my dears, but here, it was instinct. The talons of fear yet to withdraw from my back… going to them unnerved me, staying away from them hurt me… 


~ 2 ~


 It was growing to become another hot day, wild birds had gathered up in the tree tops of my little retreat, and in the shade under the snake terrarium, it was a pleasantly cool. 
	“Hey there, Anya, who's my big fella? Who is the cutest snake around, and who is hungry?” I said and opened a hatch in the enclosure.
	From under a hollow log Anya crawled out, his green and khaki scales glimmering in the sun. The Python saw my offering of a chicken carcass, a drop into the enclosure, and took its time slithering over. He even allowed me to pet and nuzzle him, though he'd grown so big, I wonder if he even took notice. 
	That was about what I needed right now. I made sure to put out feed for the other enclosures, bunnies munching, my sweet lizard sunbathing. This, this was proof enough, all my friends weren't crazy. 
	“Craw, stop it please, aaarw.” 
	I heard Markson call from above, skulking in the branches. 
	“Markson, enjoying the shade too?” I looked up, my vision immediately clouded. -Sppltlsth- a splatter of white urtera drenched my jaw, speckles of the acidic liquid drilling off of my face. 
	“Pha, pahhss, Markson, what tins, stp.” 
	“Stop it, stop it.” He parroted, flapping in and dive bombing onto me, hoverig in front of my face whilst I was busy scraping off filth. -Ctthc- I felt the swap of clawed talons on my molars, my breath caught in my throat, stiffled to a whimper… Markson had perched at my chin, two talons clutched at my teeth, the third… wrapped around to my chin, edge cratering the skin of my neck. 
	-BB-bfbddth- I felt my heart pound in dread. If I weren't careful, then his talon. It… “Arawak, keep lick later, lick later.” He cawed out. 
	Move my mouth too much, he'd be spooked, I had to keep steady, hold. One arm supporting myself against Anya's terrarium., the other gently rising towards Markson. 
	“Aaaf, arrath.” 
	Chills crept down my spine. Around the corner, Kendra, running with the energy only a Saluki held, graciously soaring leaps towards me as a torpedo of fur. 
	“Ghs…” 
	I wheezed, then clutched the terrarium with both hands, bracing for the impact… -Chhth- She ran right into me, drawing her paws over my thigh, huffing and slurping his tongue along my pants, shaking my legs. 
	Every ounce of effort went to keep myself steady. My lips taut, and hoping Markson would fly off. Instead… -Crlsslgh- The parrot's pucker trembled before me, his cloaca warping back and a stream of pearly white oozed forth, burnt chalk flavours plaguing my maw as it sprayed and flooded down my wide open maw, trickling down my cheek in salty milk. -Chhrs- The brim contorting as nuggets of walnut hued bolus crested from the pucker, dripping of white urate and dolloping into my maw. 
	The fermented flavor mixing with the soup of pungent slurry on my tongue, my hands trembled. 
	“Ahfffhrg,” Kendra called out, humping into my leg, a tremble shook its way up to my shoulders. 
	Markson's grasp tightened, ever so slightly… renewed vigour steeled myself against the terrarium, attempting to shake off my eager hound whilst my flying friend dropped off his business down my throat. I heard Kendra's whining, the same from before… to her, I was just not caring for her, wishing she wasn't around, denying her care. All whilst Markson abused the situation and… filled my gob in pooling alabaster and rancid globs of glistening manure. 
	In an instance, I had been caught off guard, overpowered, and feared for my life, at the hands of those I vowed my life to care for, I held back the shades shaking my face, every few frail breaths I inhaled sent a few orbs of grime down my throat, hopefully down the right pipe, as one lodged would mean a cough, and then… I couldn't imagine my dears doing this to me, my mind shouting to wake up, while my body hung on for dear life. Five seconds. Ten. Twenty… of sheer, exertion… 
	“Crawa,“ Markson cackled, and whistled as they unsealed my chin, fluttering off back into the house. 
	“Babapg, pahashha.” I gasped in for air, holding over my throat, feeling the shudders rattle my frame. 
	“Mmf, why nwhwy…” Kendra whined. It took a few moments, though I bowed down, and embraced the pup, petting along her back, crying on their shoulder. I didn't mean to treat her poorly… I didn't mean… for any of this… 


~ 3 ~


 For the first time in weeks, I slept alone. Even my little ball python I'd moved out, I didn't want to think of anything, just… live it in the past, try to focus on tomorrow. Soon enough, I was out cold, weighting down my mattress like a rock. 


”hssssss.” A soft hissing, a shift in the blankets. I stirred, grumbling. Another shift, I remained. Dreams of being buried in a sarcophagus, sand slowly dropping over my head, grains trickling through my hair, weighing heavier, and heavier… 
	My eyelids lifted… Vision, filled with green and khaki scales. 
	Blood flow froze. Static tension filled my blood, coursing through my veins. The terrarium. I hadn't locked Anya's terrarium. I had unleashed an adult Burmese python in, and it found its way, right to my room. I felt it slither over me, worming over my blankets, the long body of scaley girth exploring its surroundings. I had given them food, but hadn't seen if they'd eaten it… most of my pets would be a suitable snack, and the others would be harmed in than ensuing struggle. But they had come to me… I spotted it… a bulge, protruding in their body, thick. It had already happened… how could I have let this happen? How could I be so careless? I hadn't just doomed my dear friend to an early demise, but… I was right in her way to snack on. I had just… wanted to… protect them. My throat scrunched up, eyes watering, teeth shaking… each of my breaths turned louder and louder, as they slithered along my frame, bundling up their tails in folds over my had, seeing them inspect my feet peeking out of under the blanket… Just the right size… 
	-Crlrllstth- my eyes flung open, another wave of quivers, I felt the bundles of sake tail whip over my face, and saw what laid positioned, right in line with my mouth. A gentle slit in the scales, parting for a funnel of flesh to throb and wobble. 
	I… couldn't believe it. Something deep inside wouldn't allow myself to absorb the situation. Even as the slit parted, and molded wider as the head sized bulge ventured, and the discoloured mess of crunched bones and marinated sinews and fathers funnelled through the nozzle. A streak of noxoius fumes sweltering the air around my nostrils, the coils of snake bundled over me, trapping the air in like an oven, as the mulch ventured through the pursed brim, and curved out towards my face. 
	I couldn't believe it. Even as the pepper tainted, of mushroom reeking, near black snake bile caressed my lips, wedging through them as a solid chisel of colon fudge. My lips absorbing the fluid oils drooping from the greasy bile, painting them in a black, foetid lipstick. The bulge in Anya's tail deflated, whilst my cheeks engorged in the rotten bog gruel. The tempering odour stinging my lips, scorching my tongue, rich of natrium so the taste of ammonia and salt singed into my flesh. I couldn't muster the effort to resist, nor did I want to change Anya's opinion of me as a toilet, least he'd take me for his late night diner. I simply… laid there, a statue, nursing black bile from the serpentine dung chute, my gullet rhythmically expanding as I gagged down globs of percolating slime, budging out my stomach in the putrid horror. I stared up, feeling the smooth scales brush back and forth, lulling me into a calm. Try as I might to escape my situation, the torching taste of the dredge billowing through them, crinkling in my maw and compacting with the curls and loops of manure worming its way down my throat… was too much to ignore. After a time, my taste buds grew dull. Instead, I tasted the texture of melting wax, sundered by furrows spiralling through the smooth paste, basking my tongue in its exuding filth, and steaming my maw with its radiating heat. 


Warm… comfortable, wide…. I thought as the tension relinquished through my elegant frame, tasting the air with an invigorating pride. To think I'd allow myself a vacation so soon. Much to discover. Those wriggling chickens peeking through were tasty looking, they'd make a splendid catch. For now, my mind was not on them, my mind on finding a place to hunt, a place to mate… somewhere cozy. This, so far, made an excellent location. 


Anya slithered off of me. Layers of snake body unwinding off my chest, allowing me the luxury to breathe in the polluted air. -SHScllrrpsth- the tail dragged down my chin, leaving a tattoo of black mulch, as he crawled down onto the floor. I remained… frozen. Staring into the ceiling, breathing as the last chunk of bile sunk down my drain… how? I asked how I could have let them escape. How they came in. How could I have let today distract me so… Soon, I would stand up, and herd Anya back to his terrarium… until then, I racked my brain, going through it again, and again… how my python saw me not as its owner, and not even as its prey… but… as a toilet.
	“I am not even worth eating…” I couldn't let it go… Throughout the night, I harboured the same… cold… chills…