Dumpster Cat Brawl Catch


Written by Septia.


-Snrrrsk- -Phzooo- Came the snores from the rodent on the couch; rubenesque in her form curving to occupy the couch pillow with her upper body, torso reclined over the armrest. Her tail laid wired around her left leg, the cable sinking into her to pronounce the bales of plump budding between wraps. Around her arm was a controller similarly spooled. The mouse yawned, curling up with her tail clapping against her thigh. The cord to the console becoming taut… -Chtck- and the detaching. The tv swelled with colours as the machine work up. 
	“Choose your decided selection!”
	“Mmgshhauu?” Vi peeked with one eye, a smile curling on her lips. 
	“Phaa…,” she sighed and transitioned from slumped over slumber to saucy afternoon slouch, tugging up her orange bra — matching her tangerine coat – back to cover her nipples. “Producers demanding on-location evening scenes,” she muttered whilst stretching her necks with cracks of bone, “should realize it makes a star director feel fallen compared to struck.” The mouse heaved herself out of the couch, towards the console under the tv. 
	“Yes that too, it's best for it all to be ready for her, and tell Jilantho to have her stuff sorted, so we can-…,” Dana told the set designer as she opened up Vi's suite. The frog assistant's vision blotted out with the two globes of cheek chub wiggling from the floor. 
	“You'll handle the rest,” she excused herself and slipped into the room with the door shutting behind her. Sighing. 
	“Well, Good morning to chou;” Vi said. 
	“A-Afternoon Miss director set will be a while to se-… set u-. Aaa, construction. Wanted to let you know the details of.” 
	“Phssk, rats,” Vi mused as she sauntered back to the couch, “long night yesterday, had it full managing every detail, which is when chou let the whole of the composition slip; When do chou thing ah'd get to take a rest?” she asked and sprawled out on the couch. “Mind planting chour keister and, 'reviewing' our stuntman's performances?” she asked with a claw hooked over her bra, tugging it back down slacked under he cleavage spilling forth. 
	Dana gulped, passing a bundle of papers on a desk. “Wouldn't mind a break m-myself actually.” 


~ 1 ~


“Choose your desired Selection!.” The call roused Kano from slumber. In the next moment he was standing tall at the ready in the glass. It took a moment for the feline to adjust to the harsh shift. The console had been playing all night stuck on the same screen, in the same box suspended over the pit, being filled with scintillant flames of green lime. The glass floor wasn't exactly comfortable to sleep on, but he had chosen to lie down, he had been forced to stand. 
	“A-again? He asked the crystal pane leading out to the suite There was two of them out on the couch again, though colourful shapes melded together under the blur of distance and dust. Then his eye snapped towards the cage opposite him, squinting… He saw the blobs of amalgamous shadow meld and flow into different shapes, clawing in desperation for any advantage he could get. He recognized some silhouette: a buxom build with tendrils waving at their rear, a broad build with a shadow that stretched along the ground, but so many more he could not place, some with arms as big as their bodies, some with too many legs, some without limbs at all. Kano bit his lip uncertain if he wanted still believed this to be part of his application… 
	“Selection chosen! Fighter brawlers awaiting on standby!” The voice cried out, and the silhouette slimmed, coalesced into a sculpt of… petite stature. Flat triangular ears, — or perhaps hair — framing the head on either side. 
	The upbeat music around him faded, as the screen turned toned black. 


Kano focused, remembered… Each time they were transported to the stage, there was a moment… a moment before anything had appeared, when it was being made.
	'Have to just dart to the side as soon as it comes.' he thought as soon as senses returned… 
	He was falling. His eyes caught the glimpse of scanlines beaming out into an emerald wireframe and successively blotted in with squares of colours, though the latter hitting him quite square in the face, -Cfpwth-, face-first into the concrete and gravel. “Mrhhgs?” he mumbled and scooched standing, rubbing over his muzzle. An alleyway. The crystal pane was plastered to one of the building on the on his right, a few trash bags overlapping at the edges of the bottom edges of the window. This led him to notice the myriad of garbage sacks littering the alley, different sizes, materials, shades of brown paper to onyx rubber. Third, the feline noticed the alley had no end in sight, it elongated as far in both direction, and further above was only a sliver of sky. 
	“Prepare to get ready, Kanoxim,” the voice called out. 
	“I c-can't brawl or fight,” he clutched over his lips. Agreeing, sure, but… why, how had he said that? His lips had moved on their own… 
	“Versus,” the announcer continued, the pane shifting focus away from Kano. Towards the ground ahead. -Chrhcsk-csrwts-, a blotch of blackness rolled into view, contours constraining, defining. 
	Kano winced, leaning back with his eyes squinting at the ball… which… formed into a trash bag…?” 
	-Chhtwwwgoop- The black plastic tore, the bag erupting in a fanfare of trash confetti, and in the middle of the haze leapt a bundle of grime—dust and coffee fur. 
	“Makkizoo, rubbish royal!” 
	“Look at all this fine treasure folks've tossed.” 
	The raccoon proclaimed and landed on her heels, a bushy tail swaying behind her as she kept her paws by her side, swinging from up to her toes and back. She stood about a finger shorter than himself. 
	Kano peered up, the yellow and blue bars were filling up above their above them. 
	"First round one. Ready, on your marks, Battle Brawl!”
	Kano held out his palms. “D-I-I don't wanna fight you, could we talk?”
	“Ooo,” the raccoon said and leaned against a metal cylinder bin, nestled between numerous bags, “If you came here to talk trash, I'll take you out.” 
	
	Kano shook his head. “I meant-.” 
	“If you can- If you came here to- Talk tras- if you came here- if you came,” The raccoon would snap back standing, repeating the motions of leaning in against the appropriately placed bin as her words sentence replaced. 
	Kano's arms slackened by his side. He wondered if there was even a point in trying, but otherwise, he was just waiting to be beaten up by this… delicate, voluptuous… cute… “Garner…” Kano huffed out in exasperation, and clasped over his paws over his face and turned tail, running down the alley, even with no end in sight, maybe there was-. -Kkdfffkkfth- He ran right into an obstacle, staggering back as he felt the impact resonate through this through his toro. It. His arms quickly roamed down to clutch his abdomen from the impact, and then, seeing. The raccoon, fallen on her face in front of him. He looked around and stared up. The yellow bar above had depleted, some. But he wasn't damaged yet-… his eyelids shot open. He was on her side of the screen, he had looped around. When he looked back down the raccoon has snapped back standing. 
	She brushed a thumb under her muzzle. “Heh, that's some moxie you got.” 
	“I-… I am didn't Of mean… ai,” Kano mumbled in confusion. 
	“Hey not now,” the raccoon girl called out and spun around, her tail coiling back over her rump, “I'm bushy,” and with that call the fluffy battering ram sprung forth to bury Kano's face in a batch of floof, staggering him backwards 
	“Hhey not now I'm-.” She began again. 
	-Fwwzbt- this time an arrow materialized in front of Kano, following its suggestion to duck he saw the raccoon's tail launched above him. He spied his bars over in the distance, his yellow bar had lost a chunk, though smaller this impact. He'd also lost some of his blue bar… 'That was my special?' He thought, almost perturbed. 
	“Sweep the floor with ya,” Makkizoo called out, spinning low to smack her tail into the feline and bouncing him back. The outcome was yet to be decided. 


~ 2 ~


Vi cooed to herself. “Dana?” 
	The frog looked up. “Y-yeayeah? Miss?” 
	“Chou are putting up a bit of a tussle, are chou?” she said letting the controller dangle down by the cord. 
	“Well, I thought that… he's always…” 
	“Wanna let him feel like he has a shot at the big times” 
	Dana nodded with rosy cheeks 
	“Oh-ho, glad the camera's aren't rolling, you're getting too hot for tv.” 


~ 3 ~


Makkizoo moved in on him. Though Kano could see her motions ahead of time, and shifted along with the arrow before it even showed up, the feline reaching out and grasping his combatant, grappling them in a close tug to his torso, their coats tussling up into one another. He held that pose for a bit, then felt sweat down his spine. 'T-this is just a hug.' he turned and unleashed them. The raccoon launched to the floor in an exaggerated arc, far removed from the actual force Kano put into it. 
	“S-sorry., y-you have a comfy coat.” 
	She soon snapped back standing, “Think it's mah turn to show you something, purdy pussy.” The Raccoon grinned and clutched her arms to her chest, curling up as her blue bar begun to glow.
	She flung her arms out as the text 'Royal Reserves' appeared ahead of her. Then the raccoon leapt into the mattress of trash bags lining the alley, hugging several bags at a time, laying back to revel in them, gnawing on the tail of a smaller junk sack. 
	Kano tilted his head to the side. This was, better than the fighting, at least. -Shhrrlstsh- Then with a scramble of tin-cans she sunk away between the bin the heap and disappeared. 
	“Wha?” 
	-Cspsptthsp- A trash bag just next to him came undone, the rim swelling up and disgorging a leaping Mikki, ass first crashing into the side of his head. The bottom of the heavy bear's buns brushed their stain over him, cleaving around the side of his face. 
	-Dgmgsh-Gmgmsgpsh- The pink bulge of plastic sunk back into Makkizoo's mouth, the lump of the trash bag bouncing out of her gullet, -Bcwgngs- then chest -chbsww- and then landing in the gut -Chwlwthwng-. 
	“Fresh as it ever was,” She called out and her gut contracted -Chhrlrlsth- and the pit nestled in between the pinning hold of lard brewed up to a trumpet blast -Pbbfrrrprpwwwrth- of fart gas pelting the humid character of molten sewage in his face, his vision tinted green in the verdant clouds billowing forth to hear up his face, and as he was still stumbling Makkizoo continued the arc to leap off him and -Shshtls- dove into an open sack on the opposite end of the alley. 
	“Haa, haa.” Kano quivered, holding over his cheeks, His nostrils were clogged, though his fur was matted back in a ghostly visage of her hind. He kept coughing though, even with cheeks turning peach. 
	-Bbwrp- -Beewwlp-. He peeked up at the noise. Under his yellow bar rested a kelp green swirl, blinking as his yellow resource gradually depleted with each beep. He then saw the lithe figure of the raccoon stick her head out of an overstuffed black sack, snickering. “Pwwees, after that, I'm beat, but not's much as you.” She called out, and lounged back, hauling out thick satchels of scrambling polymer, sinking her jaws into it and growling whilst stuffing herself with the contents of the 'royal treasury'. 
	Kano pinch peeked under towards her life indicators. It was not going back up, — down by a third now — though two dulled icons make themselves known beneath it, both caricatures of a trash bag, the first one filling up. 


 “Gonna sweep the floor with you.” 
	Kano heard it just as he felt her tailspin him off the ground, seeing her lap at ground level and disappear into another bag as he was thrown backwards. Staring up, he noticed his health state was reflected in the life graph above. The green warning indicator had at least faded. 
	-Gbrhrgglss- He heard the growl from across the alley. 
	Makkizoo hopped up and in with a slick sack held up to her chest. 
	“Phew, think you could be sneaky, get the drop on me?” She said, lowering the bag past her knees and fishing around in it for an empty bag. “Mfmrghhgs.” She grunted as she pinched the tip of the sack together, fiddling with it at her rear. 
	Just as he felt the tug rubberband him back standing, the screen the alley tinted was consumed in a haze of shadows. Only Makkizoo remained in the spotlight. 
	-Ppfhrbrbrrrwlwwprth- A thunderous flood of fumes flushed through her fanny, the bubbling miasma of hot gas siphoned straight through the nozzle of the bag, inflating the polymer rotund with every wrinkle smoothed out. The blue bar above her decreased. Then… she began to rise. 
	Kano stared, frozen as the raccoon levitated off the ground, soaring up in the high rises of the alley, with tendrils of noxious fumes trailing from her trash balloon. 
	“Ahm'm the one getting the drop on you,” she triumphed, sloughing back with her rear legs hanging out the side and her rear read shoved deep into the bag, before… She let go. 
	He could only watch as a missile of trash encased raccoon butt tumbled through the sky and, and crashed squarely down on Kano's face. -Dwmmkrkgtshts-fsgtks- The slam rearranged cartons and soggy refuse in the bag, kneading the entire contents over his face, only to be followed up by the impact of the padded bottom, moulding the rubbish beneath to sculpt it over Kan's face and clamp him shut in the compiled weight of booty bulk pancaking his head into the thick of it, his headspace sharing a cramped condo with two cheeky roommates, and both of them were huge, trashy slob. 
	“Feeling that's where you're headed when I am done with you. Trash for my empire, or did I mean my royal ass? With the last part of the sentence she -Smmwtpths- smashed her ass down over him, humping the scrambling sack of musky polymer container hind into his face. 
	“Royal rump r-ro royal r-roy- royals rump.” The humping continued, the action repeated with her voice, grinding in Kano's face and chipping off blocks from his constitution. 
	-Fpprdet- Puffs of vapours exhumed after a moment’s peace to break the silence. 
	Makkizoo leapt of Kano, the bag cast off and dissipating into the environment, and the deep purple feline snapping back up on his feet. Though by his plum battered face and teetering stature, he was scarcely to pass round one. 
	“That's how it goes, when you mess with a self-made queen,” Makkizoo triumphed and tossed up and stuffed a garbage bag in her face, gnawing as she scoffed it part her lips for her engorging cheeks, and -Ghrlrspump- with a few snaps and gulps stockpiling it away into her gut. -Bwnngs- The first rubbish symbol above lit up. Makkizoo's body quivered, he vibrations parsing through her whole body, jostling her gut and bobbing her hind. “Ooh yeah, Purdy Kitty boy, you've really done it now.” 
	-Bbwrnngns- With a swelling pang of a drumbeat Makkizoo's stomach bound forwards, plush padding plumping up her posteriors and filling her figure. -Bwbgnghs- The freshly churned chub encased her bra, as well as her shorts, blubber spilling over on both ends as the raccoon went from a slim pear to a plus-sized melon. Kano looked up to see her face, past his height and overshooting it enough to create a warm jolt creeping down his spine. 
	“Phew, so now then, be a good boy, and help me figure out,” she said as she flexed and spun to gyrate her hips and juggling her domed gut in her grasp, “which hole's for recycling rude pussies?” She laughed before diving into the mounds, even her wider physique disappearing from sight in an instance. 


Kano stumbled up to his feet, tip-toeing back, wary of where they might strike next. Even their increased physique just was gobbled up by the sea of garbage bags. Were there more here now than just a moment ago? Kano twisted, hopping back and forth, trying to keep off the ground and at the same time noticing the hills of garbage rising, climbing all the higher up the buildings… bags tumbling down around him. One, rolling quite a bit faster than the rest, on flat ground, right towards him? Kano steadied himself on the ground “I am not a fighter, I can't.” He squealed out before the bag smacked into him, Kano thrusting out his hips to meet its impact, and knock it back. - Sbbrhtpsh- The tip of the bag spluttered open and the weight shifting from his thigh up to his torso as the plumped up Mikki leapt from the trash, the hop bypassing his hip check and ramming him down, clutched tightly to the belly chub, so Kano could feel the silken smooth stodgy blubber encase his head as his fluffy back tumbled into the trash cluttered alley. -Shhfththsts- He could feel droplets of sweat soak into his fur and soak into her, a musty exchange of saltine faucets whilst the doughy blubber bulldozed over his face, cradling down his neck and shoulders in the rolling dunes of taffy lard. 
	“You are trash,” She said above, grinding him down to bump and creak down the bedding of rugged rubber landfill. “And don't try to run from being trash, your queen will still care for you.” Her tone was once intimate, but now her articulation seemed smooth tacky and poignant, just like the gut. 
	-Khrrlslths- It was with a sticky smear of out tape peeled off a carpet that the sweat slick blubber peeled off of him.  
	“I'm sorting you with perishables,” she said in a more triumphant tone, “cus even if you're not yet, you will.” She said with a broad grin, all he could see from the crater of trash around them was their face lit up from above, and the darkened gut -GRhhbgbrsll- growling as it blocked out the light. 
	Kano swallowed his apprehension, though the feeling caught hold and jammed in his throat. He stared at the raccoon above, the voluptuous figure filled out his view, the broad stature she had gained towering above. 
	She hoisted up and cradled her abdomen, the loaf arms bundling up against and displacing the flab of the padding before it was hoisted up. 
	“Flattery too good for you?” she asked as Kano's vision was consumed by the midriff honing in on him. -Chrlrlpsh- -Cttwktsnp- The belly enveloped him, her coat a thin buffer for the blubber wading over him, the bulk bearing down on him with all the grace of a hide stuffed with molten nougat. The gut then swung up. 
	“Flattery too good for-,” She said as it -Thhdmdmwpth- clapped into him again, carving out a Kano cave In the trash around him by the grinds of the gut, and shoving him backwards with each smack. 
	“Flattery too-. Flatte- Flat- Flattery too good f- Flat- Flattery too good for you?” The onslaught of belly blubber steamrolled Kano in the wake of its mattress-like meat. The gut ground him into the heap with droplets of sweat from the encasing chub glueing him down. Between batters, he could see Makki chugging down the contents of a cylinder bin —  in the manner an accountant chugs beer in a long weekend. This gluttony was reflected in her blue bar, glowing azure as she chowed down, as well as the trash bag icon, filling in like a pie chart, or a clock about to hit quarter to full. 


~ 4 ~


“Chou tossing the script to the wayside, Doll?” 
	Dana opened her eyes at Vi's question, peeking at her boss as she slumped back on the couch with the controller perched at her crotch, still rumbling from the last impact of the raccoon gut on screen. A light -Chsltps- squelch vibrating from the controller as it was dipping their down in a lake of cream. “Oh well, I thought it would, aah, better to see what she can do as well.” 
	“Steaming up already, aren't chou?” 
	Dana relented with a nod. 
	Vi fiddled with the controller and sloughed back next to her, sandwiching her assistant between the handrest and her cheeks. 
	“Then chou're gonna love this, her specials are her most prominent angle by far.” 


~ 5 ~


Makki hefted her gut away from Kano and leapt back, her flab rippling in the stop to the bounce, the screen tinted in dusk as Kano rose up to his feet. 
	“Prime cut move,” the announcer declared, “regal recruitment!” 
	“You're purdy enough for the garbage pail,” Makkizoo said and sauntered up. 
	Kano froze with his eyes darting every which way, arrows flashed up around him: one to the right, another backwards, one ducking, though his eyes kept trailing back to the bounce of the raccoon's figure, cheeks patting together in each step, and each shock wave riding the plush of her thighs up through her midriff. 
	“It must be your lucky day,” she said before thrusting her gut forwards, the bulk ramming Kano back, ass-first into the splayed maw of black rubber… -Krhhrhs- his rear compacting cartons.  He had merely a moment to gather himself before being faced with the charcoal mound of Makki's hind. -Pphhfbrbrrflflwt- The pucker gaped over a cascade of noxious fumes blasting the feline with a fist of odour to the back of the bag, heating the plastic around him so his fur melded in with it into the walls of his prison and the bag pooled up onto him. 
	Makkizoo spun the brim of it together, and tied it shut, hoisting herself up with the bag scrambling back and forth on the pad of her paw. “I always spare a corner of my gut for junk food, “the raccoon grinned and flicked the bag into the air, with her maw hanging open under the trajectory of the sack. The scrambling pouch of rubber plummeted into her gape, -Chlrlprths- half the bag slotting in the force of the fall to inflate her cheeks burly around the outlines of the polymer wrapped contours. 
	“Mmggmpghs,” she mumbled with her hips clasping over the gyrating bundle. -Ghbrmrmgps- Her head arched back in a swallow which displaced more weight to inflate her gullet, the neck warping it to fit in the underside of the of feline. -Chhrg- -Chwotsh- The crunch of plastic compacting down rung out from the maw as the throat pumped the meal down Makki's neck. -Chgbg-cmGlgks- She kept chugging, saliva drizzling from her struggles to encompass the meal, cheeks rumbling in its wake as the stuffing deposited further down her frame. -Chmggls- -Ockmtptghs- She swallowed and squatted whilst her arms swept up around her mimicking a stretching pose. Kano's face pushed against the higher surface of the sack, coinciding with the clutches of his black prison, bending about the surface in the vague approximation of his muzzle and flapping ears. 
	Makki's paws clapped together, and then fed back towards her maw, -Chhrlcslths- the raccoon scoffing down the end of the tip and confining the fidgeting face to their oblivion. -Chbrtgs- Her gullet distending to a rugose dome of fuzz. Lips closed around her hands as she -Chhglglrmps- swallowed it, cheeks concaving so the bulges stomped through her down her neck, the bulk winding down to sink under the mounds of Makki's chest -Chrbrsk- and buffering out her chubby abdomen with the collection of crumpled up bulges, leaving her belly billowing over her waist whilst her neck slimmed. 
	
	“Ooh you'll be,” -Bhhrrauulfllppgps- She belched as she patted her chest, the smog of her gullet exhaust sculpting into a caricatured weeping Kano face, “Splendid, just gotta be processed through a background check before recruitment's finished. Ever heard about a mud pie, Puzzy?” she said and wrapped her arms around her gut, digits scraping to touch over the dipping hill of stuffing lurching from above her clasp… “It is a simple procedure, so listen up and you'll pass smoothly,” she said with her paws hugging into he mound. She kneaded throughout the bulk, cramming down as protrusions jutted out across the expanse of blubber, burying the thrashing escape attempts within. 
	Kano struggled, fighting through the melange of trash confining him to his prison, a cocoon of debris whose pressure only ramped as the clutches of the gut trudged in on him. 
	“Mfmsm mwpfhss, ahawa,” He squealed and sprawled out, the onslaught cramming his limbs in all directions, -Christs- till the bag ruptured, trash spreading through the surface and flapping away as a hail of confetti. He was then faced with an avalanche of. the garbage over time digested into a mire; scraps of electronics, cartons, banana peels, and bottles surfacing from the trash silt to wade into the gaps and crevices around the new recruits. -Chfflfth- The tension of muscles echoed — a single meaty bass string echoing to a myriad of vibrations underlined with clutches of moist sludge. The walls contracted over him. The taut stomach had been at its widest when he escaped, and now he was caught pinned in the centre with the flood of garbage -CRhHldlspthts- caking into his coat like globs of congealed cream and crawling up his frame. The muck exuded warmth from every pockmark in the grime, its hues melded and mixed together with so many patches of colourful packaging and stained colours one could make out the individual elements with focus, but without it, all melded together into a uniform texture of neon moss. -Chhggltpstsh- -Khlpsuths- When the walls sloughed back they let thick vines of gunk web Kano together with the mire, trash caught up in the tethers that descended and sloped under their own weight, snapping and clamping back into Kano's mulch slathered coat, invading every nook and cranny of his frame with the torrent of the recycled caramel-saturated smoothie. -Chhrlflpsths- The walls bent inwards, plastering the grime up over his shoulders to swab the gunk onto his muzzle, pressing in harder, so he could feel every bulge of solid trash thump into him from the through their embeddings. -Chfllrhtgs- -Cbhfjtlgpsth- The assonance of the guttural churns consumed the chamber as the walls chewed into Kano; the gut masticating its garbage juice battered kitty bubble gum. The clamps of the taut muscles backed up by an ocean of blubber crammed in tighter, the sinuous caverns slimming to a vent hatch. Yet with each mash the wall's retraction diminished, the pressure increasing as vapours of sewage -Chrlptsh- squeezed out of the mass surrounding Kano, the black head growing heavy from fumes and flustered with panic as the gut crammed him in with pressure ramping in each -Chhtlts- -Chtsmtso- masticating chomp… His head disappeared under the surface. His ear twitched as he heard the raccoon speaking above. 
	“If you're clean there's nothing to hide, if not, well, before immigration we'll have to mmfsm clear it out.”


 “… I won't stop till my gutters have churned you into a presentable heap of kitty litter,” -Swmwthc- She swatted at her gut, grinding her knuckles into it as the bloated abdomen rustled in each contraction and compacting. 
	“It'll be tight to squeeze you in, but much more manageable once we've processed ya. Even if ah'll have to wipe mah ass with your records.” She taunted as her gut -Chhrlgghs- rumbled before each fluid concoction, -Chhrthc- the crinkling of ruffled paper and cracking -ckrhts- of plastic warping through the muffled bulk in their path. She unleashed her abdomen, letting the stomach flush out of her grasp. -Chbgnnw- With a bounce of rubber and the thrum of a drum the gut -Chhbbbngwnsth- rebound to compact into her frame -CHHRrktsptpsch- -Ckfkrptshs- a brief symphony of fractured bones as played by merciless walls of padding spiked through the surrounding air -Chhrs- the crumbles of calcium and plastic fading as the -Chhglgush- chugs of the bowels devoured the compact mulch. 
	“Just one more tool to pass through colons, and lucky you already got a quota to be filled in my kingdom,” Makkizoo triumphed and teetered to the side, slamming down her soles to the ground with her couch cushioned booty dipping with a jostle. Cheeks rumbled -Chhrltsh- -Cghhrrlstsms- at the grumble and rushes of macerated junk plotting through the bowels. Through each pump of her pucker the cheeks cleaved for the pudding bulb of flesh, pit constricted to keep the congealed trash boa in check. -Chrkrsts- The rugose pit of flesh creaked, plying open to expose a field of black. The rubber wedged through the brim, billowing out to surpass the pucker's diameter. 
	“Gmfhgs…” She grunted as a broil surged through her frame -Bbfrrppwwth- fetid vapours siphoned into the black patch, inflating it to a bubble, swelling to match the girth of one of her cheeks before deflating and dipping down her crack. -Chrhrsltsh- The pucker swept in over a pair of tattooed eyes, leaving them smothered in a glistening film of bowel oils, a matching pair of spots both peachy pink flared up beneath them. 
	“Admit it, you're trash, but even after you passed recruitment, you are still full of dung.” 
	Kano trembled, feeling autonomy robbed from him, filled with the residue of her musk and the sprawling journey through her bowels, staining his insides with heat. -Chhrgglltshs- But then, he felt a notepad aura soaking into his rubbered exteriors. -Chrslap- Makki's pucker swelled with the black felt hug plastered to its rind. -Ghhrlgpsh- The raw gruel of reprocessed sewage billowed through the hatch, smearing the entrance to his body and -Shtltpstb- sloughing down into those hollow confines, the Kano Garbage sack gaining bulges and protrusions, swelling up his lower end with bales of junk clay weaving into his soma and melding their piping hot exteriors to his rubber. Trails. The manure felt like a solid loaf as it plied out through the pucker, a surface of caramel smothered by the clenches of Makki's pit mudding Kano into it. Though as it passed into the bag and loped off to bury the bottom, it segmented and sloughed apart to from hearty bales to an onslaught of clotted honey. The trash granulated and processed to a coarse powder with the sickly matted olive hue, conjoined with a glue of molten plastic and a bowl of phlegm. The result was the trash compacted to a dense heavy sculpt that flowed as light honey yet settled as moist terracotta over. Kano grew all too familiar with the sensations as the manure curled along the order of his insides, the trash satchel bloating to a contorted heap of warping, as tangles of the bulk weaved into one another and piled in onto the walls. Kano's form was consumed by the sensations of the slime laced loam from the inside out, heat building with steam concentrating as it was given less and less room, with the bag engorging with garbage-clotted sludge. The muck stockpiled within him, consuming every inch of his influence in the bile, smoothing the contorting and maudling him to its will, making him heavy, sinking into the cheeks. He felt his limbered form bend - portly and sluggish. Tattoed eyes clutched shut in embarrassment. The little influence he had smothered under a billowing tidal wave of granulated putty. The stench sweltering through his seams and matting the rubbery coat. -Chhrlrltpstugsh- The bag slumped from Makki's hatch, and cocked into the ground, -SHltltbwwth- the rounded bottom moulding flat in one clap of the heavy grime, the tip of the bag blowing open to unweave a plume of humid colon steam, the sack teetering for a moment before slumping unto the ground. Fat -Chhsthsdw- bales of muck churned and melded down along one another as their centre of gravity shifted, the fuzzy sack unfurling a tongue of crud from the parody of an exhausted pair of lips. 
	“Phaa, like it there? A garbage fighter, but keep your chin up, a stinker like you will fit right in mfms, just like the rest.” Makkizoo cooed and strained, kneading her cheeks together as her pit disgorged another batch of black felt, the Kamo bag peering up and seeing the rubbery felt crest through her cheeks, warping them around its girth as it descended, -Chhrtls- already crinkling with fresh compost clogging up its internals in a bud of coagulated junk. The Kano bag on the ground witnessed the sack slough down from her abyss -Chhttpsh- and pile up on his back, shifting the nets of muck wiping him to paste into his sides, whilst being smothered by the bulk contained in the sack above, bulldozing him under its weight, gradually shuffling and engulfing its form around him. Inside and out the stench of the puttied loam dominated his senses and swallowed him in the lurid squelches and plies of fermented compost gruel. 


~ 6 ~


“Mmfms haaa haoas, heess blushing red all over, the dirty tom.” Dana huffed between moans, half of her controller buried up her snatch with one stick clamped to rumble just at the top of her pussy, massaging spiralling vibrations and quakes towards her clitoris. 
	“Chou noticed?” Vi responded, riding her own so -Chhsttsp- her juices seeped down the cord, “always got the money look.” 
	Dana peered back to the screen, watching the Raccoon dispense a number of black-furred trash bags, all clustered and stuffed in muck enough to entomb the initial sack in the clutter. -Chshtttpstuss- Their controller rustled as Makkixoo planted her rear back into the stack, her buns sinking into the globs and sculpting out a groove in the throne befitting the queen of refuse. 
	“Fms,” Dana hissed in a breath through her lips. -Chhstlstp- She proceeded to sprawl out on the couch, with her tongue hanging down the side of her face, one palm clutched to her snatch to keep riding her orgasm. “Phoa… haf… should we go for another round?” The frog asked. 
	Vi kept her eyes on the screen “Of course, matches keep on rolling least two scenes,” she turned to Dana, "unless chou have to skirt on out for some business?” 
	Dana peered out towards the door, nibbling her tongue. “Course not, I wanna see this feline trashed even harder.” 
	“Then chou have the right actors for the job. This pussy's gonna melt on screen, so ours can follow suit.” Vi confirmed the results, as he tv shouted out 'Second round two!'