Wager Duty Day
A PLUG Story

Written by Septia.


“What do you say, Lunch?” 
	Keegan dropped his fork, staring at Lindsay across from him at the cafeteria table. The ginger scooched on her seat with her hind jutting towards him over the table, her fingers plied into the lycra clad sponge cake of an ass. 
	Roda remained impartial, their oni friend loudly chomping through their sandwiches as Lindsay had professed their desire to dine on him. Keegan had barely touched his bolognese, and Lindsay's tray… stood empty. 
	“W-while it is a tempting offer…” 
	“Uh huh~” Lindsay responded with a jiggle of her ass. 
	“I've,” Kegan paused, rubbing down his arm, “I've been stuck on the last boss of Black Spirits for like, two days, but I'm really close, I know it. So… I'm gonna have to decline.” 
	-Fnnrrwggt- A snorting chortle erupted from Roda, breadcrumbs shooting out her nose as she stifled her laugh. 
	Lindsay’s jaw dropped, slowly shuffling back into her seat. 
	“You… are rejecting me,” she began parsing, “because you haven't beaten a video game?” 
	Keegan nodded with clasped teeth. 
	“Huh…,” she mumbled, dejected. -Ghhrbbwhflsshrg- Her stomach rattled in a gurgle. Lindsay pried up her shirt, raising the curtain until her breasts slotted down, a canyon of underboob suspended by a thread above the fields of her flat gut. “Oophf… really shouldn't have skipped breakfast then. But I get it. It'd be real,” she drew out her every word to a smooth river of syrup, as she scooched her butt onto the table to punctuate her next word, “humiliating, to know you couldn't even handle that before. Even as you struggled for days, giving it all up for your one chance to end up as,” Lindsay honed her gaze in on him from over her shoulder, “a big pile of my… cute,” her teeth clasped to a chomp at the 'T', “shit…” 
	“Mm,… Lindsay, you are so unfair. Alright, you win, I'm not gonna leave you or your pretty butt starving.” 
	A grin contorted Lindsay's face. 
	Roda spat out a mouthful of her lunch. “Whauhft? That's,” Roda swallowed down an unchewed chunk of her sandwich to clear her maw. “Huh, Really didn't take to you cave in that easily, squirt.” She said whilst Lindsay fist-pumped, and plucked up a grey pill from her bag. 
	“Speaking of squirts, you better pucker up, babe, haven't forgotten our wager, huh?” 
	“Yeah yeah.” The oni ogre rolled her eyes, Lindsay pushed the pill past her lips. The ogre's scarlet skin swelling with a gleaming radiance, minimizing her stature, and shrunk to half the size of a clover doll bundled up in a heap of her loincloth and shirt.
	Lindsay fished up the diminished ogre and snickered. “Oh yeah, see, that's the prefect size for a big squirt. You're goin’.” she pried up open her panties and dangled Roda above it. 
	“Really gonna melt me down in that smelly pussy of yours this time?” 
	“Mmmf,” Linsday contemplated, “Dunno.” Then she unlatched, the action figure of an ogre tumbling down and clapping into Lindsay's labia with a moist -Splfwft- clap. “This was a pretty big loss on your part. Msofs shoo, you better get comfy in there though,” she said and ran her finger along the brim of the panties, “because I'mfmasfs,” she huffed out as she tugged back her underwear, an outline of the ogre etched on the pink fabric mashed into her honeypot. “Ooofh butts you fit so snug in down there, your head's pretty close tto-gmmsammfmfaaaah,” she cried out and lounged back in the seat, cheeks burgeoning to a rosy gradient. “Oooh, you slut you dmfms, do know what you're doing, stinky piss-ant…~” She huffed, her smile broadening across her expression as she melted back in her seat, bucking her hips forwards as she kept Roda squarely pressured in the valley of her crotch. 
	Keegan realised he'd played a part of another of their wagers, he picked up his fork, seeing the girls engage in another of their wagers gave him some time to finish his lunch before Lindsay would claim him as hers. Slurping up strands of spaghetti) whilst Lindsay rocked in her seat. Lindsay melted away in the buzz of the Plug cafeteria, sweat beading down her face as she humped up into the grasp of her lap, chair screeching as it scooched backwards under the weight of her thrusts. “Mfmnfs, fmpfho sofoh eyah, mfmsn soo in your face, you stinky slut…~” Lindsay heaved out between moans, the caliber of her musk gradually seeping into the surrounding air as she ground Roda against her clit: flavouring the cafeteria table's atmosphere in fermenting cider salted with lust. 
	Peeking over the edge, Keegan could spot the outline of Roda dipping, the bumps rhythmically subsiding and swelling as she dipped past the rim and into Lindsay's honeypot. With a cloud clenching and reverence of moist flesh convulsing. 
	“Mmnff aa ahsmm, aahfmfm ghaarmrms,” Lindsay shuffled out of her yoga pants and massaged her panties against her crotch. Until she edged over her own peak, -Schrlpsh- Clasp of lips: and a fountain of liquid pleasure deluged from the excited woman, a battery of gratification garnishing the tab, with slobby tendrils slapping all the way over to Keegan's plate and up his arms -Spflth-. The Gauzy fluid trickled down him to join the fanned puddle before him, all reaching and stretching back to the spent Lindsay slumped back in her chair. “Phsaa, fmfms, haa, oh yeah Roda, forget about melting ya, we've got at least six more hours of this ahead of us. Fmsm, oh. And I haven't even had my prize yet~,” she mused and beckoned, “come Keegan, I'm really starving over hear.” 
	Keegan swallowed and stood before Lindsay shuffled up her empty tray to knock away his plate, and with a tug of his shirt hefted him up onto it, the tray gliding back in front of her with the layer of lubricating lust smeared below.”
	“How's it feel to get your dreams fulfilled, bucko?” she huffed out with drool trailing past her lips in slender tethers. 
	“W-well I-I.” Keegan blushed. 
	“Aw, babe I know you're an ass man, but I'm real hungry, and you'll have plenty of time on my butt once I've churned you down to a real ass, man~” She assured him and lulled her tongue out, jaw dropping as she hunched over him, wrapping her lips around the crouched up boy, her maw drooping down his neck and enveloping Keegan, clothes and all. 
	-Ammfmfgs Msmfoggglsk- hefty swallows, the faint struggle muted under her droning satisfaction, chugging down the pretty boy with rousing gusto. -Ghrhugmpgshs- Where Keegan had sat not a minute ago was an empty seat as the boy was funnelled down the greedy gal's gullet and smacking onto her thighs as a gratuitous slab of gut meat -Twmwpghhts- Lindsay crooned and gyrated in her seat as the last lumps of the boy sloughed down her oesophagus to stuff out her abdomen. 
	“Fmofshsff. Ooh,” -Bhragauurrrlprs-, “yeeah~.” Lindsay shuddered, lounging at the table. Of the three friends that sat at the table chatting at the top of the hour, only one remained, cradling her sloshing midriff and adjusting her pants to find a grasp of her plaything. 
	“Oofh man, did I hit the jackmfmspot,” Lindsay huffed out as she urged on the squirming form of the shrunken ogre. Then swirled her knuckle against her gut with a smile. “Jammed in there like a big, prized turkey, smmfs. Ooh geeze, you are so much meat, Keegan. My ass's gonna blossom when I am done with you.”
	Sigrid – who had silently been busy with her own lunch – peeked up. “So, Lindsay, does this mean I could cash out your lunch check for today?” 


~ 1 ~


-Crhrlglpshsss- A squeal of the lubricated curtain of sinew pealed as the hood enclosed Roda's face, letting the Oni peer down the humid trench warping and shifting ahead. -Sfhwrllprphwwohp- Before she tugged her head free with a snap of the pussy’s shroud snapping off of her, the pink fabric enveloping her back, scooching her face plush against the lurid crevice. “Mmfs, phaa,” she let out a warm sigh. In the end, the bet was a win-win. She got to spend the afternoon teasing that brat, snug in the embrace of her undiluted musk. Listening to the churns and sloughing of Keegan churning and melting into meat glue just above -Gbhgrrfflrghs-, and a twitch or squirm now and then, even dipping down to brush the ogre closer past the event horizon of the lustful pussy. Hours on end, it might get a bit one note, if not for… -Spfllftsh- She felt the pressure of Lindsay's fingers at her back, nudging Roda to and fro, playing along the succulent lips. 
	“Would get dull, if she wasn't so horny all the time, you scamp. You are in class, the nerve.” Roda mused before her side was crammed past the gape, reaching in her arm to grope and play with the rugulose walls. 
	“Hwfmmfrf… haa yeah,” Lindsay mumbled. Scooching about the back of the class whilst miss Parergon tapped on the chalkboard. 
	“Phono-mental studies are more than they seem on than mere sign interpretation and observance. Today, we'll go into the topic of charientism, you will find it the topic preceding last week's chapter.” 
	“Ppff,” a sealmaid scoffed, “yeah, we sure could use more charisma in here.” 
	A murmur of snickers petered through the class. 
	Miss Parergon peered at them. “You yourself are an E short of a queen.” 
	“Wh, huha?” the sealmaid mumbled. 
	Parergon scribbled down the word Queen on the blackboard, before adding a hook to the second 'e', making it an ‘a’. “be not worried, despite needing to have that spelled out for you,” the ant teacher continued,” you have a bright future in the plongeur,” the word annunciated with a fancy twirl, “field.” 
	The sealmaiden awkwardly smiled. 
	“So, if you were paying attention, you will come to find that charientism is the study of veiled insults.” 
	“Wait what?” 
	The class roused in a chuckle, punctuated by a sharp inhale and muted moan from Lindsay. 
	“Glad to see such enthusiasm,” Parergon nodded. 
	Lindsay shuffled her gut beneath her desk -Shwprprufht- only for it to bob up with a droning gurgle. 
	“Did you hear that, Keegan?” she teased "Seems like the teacher is not going soft on us, unlike you~” -Cfhhrlpgghsa- her gut reverberated in a churn, leaving her to lean back and let the cradled bulk of gut slough in between her legs and sandwich Roda against her snatch. 
	“Though it is like you to slack off,” she said whilst kneading up along the sides of her softening abdomen, groping dunes of blubber along the way, “during class. Maybe you are just a bit,” she said and jostled her tummy on her thighs, “Sluggish? Real sloppy effort today huh?” She snickered with a beaming grin. 
	“Mmfmpgh fmpsgs.” -Ghrbglphhwgr- Keegan mumbled out with a burble of brewing sludge rippling across the tummy's surface.
	“Aah, dick you are so cute in my gut though, you make such a sexy butt lump. Think you will last till after school?” 

	“Fmpghgf, bsgbrlpgsn” A burble trickled thought the gut. 
	“Pff, yeah as if, you were melting for me before I crammed you down my tummy. Don't think about that, gut sludge, just focus fmms, on passing this one final class. I've got this sweet lil' loser to keep me company,” she said as she smacked her gut and hoisted it up, letting it -Twwggp- smack at her lap, plastering Roda in firmly against her labia for a moist full-body smooch. “Mmffs pahaa,” Lindsay snickered as she kneaded her knuckle down the beanbag of a gut, grinding through it down till the warm skin worked the away at her little toy. 


~ 2 ~


-Gwrrgglssshg- Two classes of digestion left Lindsay's gut shrunken to the bredth a watermelon, the tensile drove of of belly blubber bouncing with each step, as she walked through the corridor, bobbing Roda's lower half down her pussy. “Mfms, ha,” snickering to herself and sucking on her lips, savouring the ogre girl's mighty thighs flanking her lips. 
	“Allow me to guess, that orc gal Potina?” 
	Payton asked. 
	Lindsay recoiled, in distracting herself she'd failed to notice the massive centaur strutting by. 
	“Close, it is Keegan~ Well, was, mostly a bunch of meat and farts now,” she said with a wiggle of her swaying tummy. 
	“You do not say?” Payton continued, “I had always pinned him to end up with Roda.
	Lindsay smiled and pushed her gut aside, prying up her panties to advertise where the ogre had ended up. Roda wriggling out of the snatch and slid down along the now drenched fabric. 
	“That all adds up in the end. Oh well, he lasted longer than Keith,” Payton tortted off, an emerald leopard riding her back, seems she’d picked up next month’s boyfriend early. 
	“Pff,” Lindsay scoffed and snapped her panties back, “I doubt it~.” she jutted out her rear and shimmied along in her next few steps, still she felt the outline of Roda nuzzle up in her cheeks, then jutted out her rump. 
	Lindsay tapped her chest -Bhuuraaallrphp-, her cheeks inflating to part in a cloud of humid gullet breath, the airstream rippling her cheeks as one of Keegan’s shoes flung from her throat and tumbled onto the ground in a trail of slobber. “Oourhp, pha… Guess the other one’ll come later huh?” A soft gurgle wrung out of her bowels. “Speaking of...” -Ppfbbrrrwwrht- A gust of greased smog reverberated between her dancing buns. “He's already booked a trip out. Oofs, oh that got you excited huh Roda~?” Lindsay quivered as the ogre squirmed in the onslaught of musty fumes, “let’s get you back up my snatch,” she mused and wrung Roda back and forth through her panties, taking the long route to unnatural sciences. 


~ 3 ~

 
Lindsay planted her ass back on the lid of the toilet, slowly peeling down the yoga pants into rolls down her legs with one hand whilst the other rubbed away at her portly middle, dense and compiled to a sticky padding. 
	Roda wiggled her head up the exposed panties. “Phaa, what's the hold up?”
	“Mm? What, can't I enjoy myself? I'm gonna dump out Keegan in the school toilets just like I wanted~.” 
	Roda chuckled. “You're the biggest pervert I know, getting off on your own dump.” 
	“Hey, you know Keegan too, so how can I be the biggest? Just because he's dung doesn't mean he stops being a pervert,” Lindsay said with a pat of her gut. 
	Roda shook her head, Then… suddenly smirked. The ogre slipped down, and disappeared in a droop of fabric. 
	“Hmm?” Lindsay Shuddered, feeling Roda wading her way between the plush cheeks. “What do you think you are up taaaoomm…” she huffed out as her pucker suddenly broadened, stretched wide around the girth of the red invader’s head. “H-hey, that's gonna get crowded real soon,” Lindsay informed. 
	“That is the idea, squirt~. You are not the biggest pervert, huh? Wanna bet?” Roda mused and tugged the pucker wide around her, wriggling in till the pucker clenched around her midriff.
	Lindsay was left confused, though intrigued. A rush of convulsions roared through her as Keegan ploughed through her lower intestines. She hooked her fingers around the edge of the seat to keep herself steady as the amassing bulk teased the limits of her bowels. -Pffrdt- A thin flare of smog vented out her cheeks, swirling along Roda's legs trailing out her pucker. Lindsay snickered as she felt the ogre’s legs tremble. “Who's the pervert now then, huh? Hope you like sharing my bowels wifmmf… hngn…” She stopped, bit down on her lips in exasperation, then arched back her head in an inhale. Her load… wouldn't travel any further… It had met with a force refusing to let it pass. 
	It was first then it struck Lindsay just how… thick this congestion was. As if, her senses had been ignoring the massive load of a whole ass-man crammed up in her guts. But now, now that it had reached a blockade, with its march obstructed, Lindsay could take in the magnitude of the muck as its bulk compressed. The file piled onto itself, engorging, bloating out her bowels whilst it kept trying to chug the muck along. Each moment it was obstructed feeding the constipation brewing in her ass. 
	“Mnnf aaass…” Lindsay whispered, crossing her legs. Her bowel limits tested as Roda plugged up her hatch, a bemused snicker muffled from her hind. 
	“I think we will find the pervert is still you, babe.” 
	“Mfms, sm-smart ass,” Lindsay huffed out, leaning back on the seat as the raw, packed bowel fudge condensed and accrued, bolstering through her oscillating bowels so that every twitch and shift of the bulwark sent tremors through her thighs and spine. The toilet lid shaking beneath her in the tremors. All with Roda as the lynchpin to the onslaught. 
	“Mfm,” Lindsay's breath cramped up, gut heaving along with her chest, movements which roused shifts and tremors through her frame. She curled up her toes in tension. 
	“Oofm fsoh s-screw you.” She mouthed out. 
	A muffled Roda replied. “That is the idea~.” 
	-Shrghrhpslslrtsh- A squelch of muck polishing meat rung out as Roda eased the pressure. The inflated muddy plug rammed forwards, contorting the tissue of Lindsay's bowels around its girth, jolts of pent up satisfaction speared through their body, Lindsay arching her head back in a grand moan. 
	“Mmfmnhaaawofmms oyyosurmmf…” then her eyes snapped open, as the pressure built once more… the taste of freedom only grazing her, before Roda trudged back up.
	The ogre shovelling the congestion back up her ass… -Sfhrlrlpfhhts- Then letting it droop back. The oni girl waded forwards, the pucker gradually crawling over her form as she stuffed the muck up Lindsay’s rear, till just her shins peeked out the pucker, to then slung back out. Before working herself and what felt like miles of rock solid muck back up Lindsay's ass. 
	“Afmfrmf, fwmmfhs. Ahaa,” Lindsay heaved out in rousing huff, -Frfrftt- -Frrbrrrwth- gas whistled past her brim as she was left at the mercy of the tiny, though potent ogre.
	“Y’think there's anything wrong with being this much of a slut? Babe, that's what I like about you too, both of you, biggest damn perverts in all of plug. We've been pals long enough that I thought you had pick up on that.” Roda teased as she ploughed Lindsay with the battering ram of Keegan sludge. “The pretties flowers, mdms, gotta grow from the finest feertiize-ooh? Why ar- heyfofh mfmwpfuafm-.” 
	Roda was interrupted as Lindsay snatched up the ogre legs and -Twwpllschts- drove the ogre up her ass. Lindsay spreading her legs wide, drawing out Roda gradually before pumping her back in. She was back in control, beating the flailing red dildo up her pucker, huffing and panting so the toilet seat rattled. 
	“Fwmmffs mwfsp.” -Spplrwrtch- Roda’s groans smothered as she sunk into the thick mulch ahead, becoming an extention of the burgeoning pillar of boy gunk Lindsay pounded up through her whole ass. Her friends working together to form the thickest dildo plugging up the length of her bowels. A viscous squelch of meat and putty warbled out from the twitching, exuberant pucker as Lindsay lost herself to the passion of rutting Roda.
	“Mfm, I'll mfms, give you this wager… Mmdd, Roda. Heck you two are so good mfms to me. You wemf, right on the money oh fmms, dick…” Lindsay wheezed out whilst humping Roda up her increasingly crowded ass. 
	A knock at the stall.
	Lindsay froze, her pucker pinched taut around Roda’s thighs. 
	“Miss, school's over. I recommend proceeding with your extracurricular activities at home. Since, I did just clean that stall, ya know.” 
	“J-just gimme a minute.” 
	“I got you,” the janitors said, and shuffled off to give them some privacy.  
	Lindsay slowly calmed herself down. “Hey Roda?” 
	The ogre pried herself free from an imprint of muck cast around her head, and wriggled out the pucker to peek up over the brim of the panties. “Sup?” 
	“Do you wanna go on a date?” 
	“When?” 
	“When does your pill wear off?” 
	“School’s over so, about half an hour?” 
	“So, half an hour, my place?” 
	“Heh,” Roda smirked, “I've got time in my schedule to plug you in~.” 


~ 4 ~


“Haamfmw hafmmwf omfs, ooh.” 
	“Mfmghs maahs, fnhaa.” 
	Lindsay and Roda sung a chorus of moans and pants, accompanied by the squeaks of tension through the mattress's springs below as Roda ploughed her shaft up Lindsay's honeypot. 	
	“Mmfhaaa. Dick, ghn… dick, why hmfms haven't we done this before?” 
	“Beats me, mfs, thought I was gonna melt down your puss today,” Roda said as she massaged Lindsay's shoulders, red mast hammering the well lubed cavern. 
	“I fmsm, I almost did, admit you'd make a thick load.” 
	“Mfmwfs, you-” 
	“Meyah mf a, I know I'm a bitch~.” 
	“I was gonna say… fmms, Quean~” Roda huffed out, ramming Lindsay back onto her lap as her mast throbbed in vigour, unleashing a generous load of cream to pump up Lindsays's lovenest. The two moaning and grunting in each other’s shared aura of pleasure.
	“Mmng… so you were listning to class? Pahsa. ha… coudlfm, have told me.” 
	“Guess I pho,” Roda huffed out, gyrating in against Lindsay's ass, “saw you as someone to hook up with.” 
	“I meant that you were gonna finish.” 
	“You didn't?” Roda's lips pressed flat. Awkwardly staying put with her dock wedged down Lindsay's ass. “I could… keep going?” 
	“Actually,” Lindsay said and rammed her ass up into Roda's crotch, to then dunk her down on the end of the bed, rising up from Roda's shaft and tugging out the engorged condom. “I've got a lifeline, one last favour from a dear perverted friend~” she snickered and shook her booty. “I've, mfmsm, been holding this for way too long.” 
	Lindsay tugged a hold of each of her cheeks, peeling them apart for the gaping pit of a pucker to flex betwixt, the growls of popping, grinding muck rustled through the bowels as the pit filled up with an expanse of raw, fissure laden fudge. A vague indent of Roda's head still tucked away in the muck. “You don't mind a friend dropping in, right?” she teased before she pinched her elbows against her stomach and strained. -Gbrhghs- -Fbbpfhrtughs- The bulwark of raw umber projected out of Lindsay's cheeks a good arm’s length, drooping to an arch of densely packed booty nougat plummetting onto Roda's chest, the condensed cudgel of clay beating the air out of her lungs before the mulch sloped and sculpted to over Roda's chest. “Aaah, Dick yeah, my ass is stuffed.” she held and inhaled on the last syllable as her brim contorted to accommodate the deluge of mulch. The brim bending and bulbing up to warp over a knoll on the column, partially submerged in the grime laid a cranium buried to its nose. -Pfbrrhwbbrrlpfffofoootth- gales of gutter steam chiming out of the eye sockets as the pent up smog could finally vacate the crammed bowels. “Mmfahaa, it is nice to smf, see you too Keegan~” Lindsay huffed out as she bucked her hips forwards into the embrace of her palms, the burgeoning bales of bowel butter billowing through her longing butt. “Mfms, what a fms, hunking slab of dung he made, smms, can barely feel mfms, my ass getting bigger, gmsa phaa guess he was all fudge, huh?” She mused whilst dunking her digits deep down her honey pot. 


Coils of smooth ass tar sloughed past the rippling pucker. Bowel phlegm and juices lining the cracks dispersed across the surface of the muck, carving out veins of verigrated ore veins to carve through the bloated bale that shimmied out, the film of ass nectar leaving the broad dunes glistening in the sparse mood-light. The fresh mortar -Sfhrgbghsa- sloughed and submerged the ogre under dunes of greasy filth. As Lindsay's pucker dug into and sunk through the muck to pinch off a thick loaf it would gape and congest with a new expanse of pale auburn mud. The skull sat crammed between two loaves of mulch, which gradually crept together as the hot filth decomposed in the open air, melting contours and cracks the under curdling droves of loam -Spfpfhhttbsa- until a thick column slapped on top of it to bury the bales in kilos of oozing, ripeened pepper and vinaigrette stinking soil. 
	“Mfmsn aapah, heck yeah” Lindsay huffed out, easing the flow of the deluge as her pucker contorted over the edges of a cracked pelvis, smoothened by acids and tainted a dusty ocher – through her hind. Her fingers busy nursing and prolonging her climax from unloading a quarter of her bodyweight in dung. “What's the mfs, matter, you were holding ia all back so well earleirfsm, the big strong ogre can't handle a little ffms, fertilizer?” she mused, peering back as the sludgescape of plump dunes and greasy putty sprawled and encased the near two meter ogre's torso. Linday's legs quivering form her soles up her thighs, savouring the raw heat wafting from the piping hot mudslide gradually spooling free from her cheeks. 	“Phaa, I'm happy enough the pipsquak mfms, mulched up this well, feels like there is more of him now than before.” 
	“Mfms, tell that to my ass,” Lindsay huffed out and gave it a swat, massaging into her cheeks whilst the bed slowly dipped and formed around the entombed ogre. 
	“Hey Roda, remember what you said about how much mfms, manure I’d need for you to blossom? Or have I gotta dig a hole for you in the garden fmms, first,” she huffed out as her pucker contracted, broadening round a thick, pitch brown clog of booty pile, packed with folds of fabric baked into it. The heel of a shoe sticking out, along with a stretch of desaturated shirt cloth plastered around the circumference of the later stretch of muck, dipping into the folds of the fissures below like the chicken scratch of a map maker. 
	“Mmmf, you take it I am not already digging it?” Roda huffed out, buried up to her neck in the molasses sludge, -Fplfhtsbts- -fhfh-fhsptthwowopw- barely able to catch how Lindsay tugged out a the end of a femur through her ass 
	“That it?” 
	“Mfm, almost…” -Pfbrhrrhwhprths- a flutter of overripe peaches and cantaloupe plum out with a droning putter from Lindsay's rear end. 
	“Phoa… haa. That's it. Paha…” She looked back, expression hazy and ginger locks hanging haphazardly down her face, though still carrying a broad smirk. “Wow, I'll help you out of there in a sec, mm there gotta be more than thirty kilos there.”
	“Oh you can get out of this.” 
	“Really?” Lindsay said, crossing her arms and marvelling at the knee-high hill of warped, curling and drooping sludge pinning down the ogre. “That sounds like a bet.” 
	“You are on~.” -Slphths- A smatter of dingey grime displaced with a squeal as Lindsay perched herself back onto the heap. “I sure am.” 
	“Fms, pahaa…” Roda shuddered and wriggled. “That wasn't part of the afms, wager you bitch~” 
	“I'm tiredmsm, pha, I've been lugging around that all day, it smf, tiring for a mere human gal.” She said with a wide yawn. 
	“You garden, right?” 
	“Yeah, I do some gardening” Roda replied. 
	“I'll cart this fertiliser back to your place if you stay the night.” 
	Roda smiled. “Make it the whole long weekend, and I'm in.” 
	Lindsay smiled, then burst with a fit of snickers. “Yeah, you are in deep-.” 
	“Oh, shut up~.”
[Secret: Since this story is a callback to one of my first commissions, where I was more liberal some specific words, I included it once in this story. For the sake of nostalgia.]