Sun-Fried, Ass-Baked


Written by Septia.


A stiff breeze cast down upon the Couxlay desert. Twas the dawning hours of the morning, but the sandmaiden's sun was an early riser. Arid gusts licked across plateaus and scattered outcroppings of limestone – which in high summer fried any illicit sunbathers – til it coursed down the canyons, past the entrance of a cave, and shook the planks of an abode built under the shadow of a plateau. -TKkltrrtddcht- The door slammed open, rattling like the clatter of wooden teeth. 
	“Bastard, I'm up, I'm up. save the racket for the rainy season.” The lizard Keziah stumbled out of the of her abode, teetering from one between her s first few steps, till the grogg left her eyes and she found her footing. Hard to blame her; most lizards achieved balance by the use of their tails, which she suffered a distinct lack of, whilst her front… sported a gut the breadth of a wok pan. -Grbbglglpsha- A gurgle of mottled wheat bales and mince meat granulated through the reptiles distended abdomen, blubber sagging outwards, as if someone'd stapled a sack of tar to her torso. 
	“Pheea, yeah this'd be a heck offa lot easier iffa still gott ma tail,” Keziah scoffed with her morning ritual scratch of her hind, folding and taunting the patched overalls under her digits. -Gbrbgs- -Gbllrs- The lizard's gut grumbled underneath their pale shirt, sending ripples up the fabric – making the print of the shirtless boy on its front dance. 
	“Mmmm… on that note, breakfast.” With that Keziah scampered back into the abode, only to saunter out with a fistful of tail-jerky straps she idly gnawed on. She gazed out over the canyon of sand between her outpost and the neighboring outcroppings or rocks; fields of sediment stretching between them, dotted by islands of rugged trees and sparse pinneedle bushes.
	“Mornin' ta ya as well,” Keziah adressed the silence. She nudged her elbow into her gut. It remained silent. “Keep it ta ya self then,” she huffed out with another mouthful of tail-jerky. She turned away form the empty dunes, and gazed over the fields nestled between crooked spires of limestone and marble. Upturned, sandy soil, arranged in snaking rows, spotted with dimpled dirt, through which sprouted sheets of emerald stalks. Flanked at the side closest to the stone walls by a handful of fruit-trees.
	“Can't say whay ya'd be upset,” Keziah mumble between munches, “gotta conserve all ah can out here.” She crammed the last straps of jerky in her mouth and draped her salt greased palm down over the shirt's print – smudging one of its rare clean spots. She froze midway, and brought her palm back to her lips. She draped her tongue over the scaly palm to lap up the precious salt. Her sandals dug into and displaced the grains beneath her as she sauntered around her farmland, inspecting her field of onions and grain.


-Ghrlglbhs- Her stomach jostled with a burble of displaced air. “See, that's the spirits.” Keziah swatted at her gut -Ctwccht- feeling up the bark of her pear tree. “Gotta find our place in the grand scheme, this ere sprouts not much more than a stump, but she still bears fruit,” Keziah said, plying through the branches and with her vision darting around the crown. “Sometimes,” she added. “Ahah, see,” she suddenly exclaimed and pointed with her walking stick, a cluster of fruiting buds dangling above. “Just gotta give em,” -Bhraaaurgslp-, “time. Mmhmmh,” she mused as she took in pepto spiked miasma of jerky from her belch, “ah smell good even on that way out. Count ya self lucky if that still apples to you,” Keziah said with her fist idly grinding down her the side of her gut.
	 -Ghhbrglpgsha- Her stomach responded in a gruelling churn arching through her frame. 
	The reptile rattled under the branches. “PHWazzat? Suddenly in high spirits are ya?” 
	-Chrlgpghghsa- The churns percolated through her guts, until… -Ppfrrrfbbtht- A puff of green vapour filtered through her overalls, a putrefied odour of spoiled mince meat baked in a wilting cactus. 
	A few spouts of onion stalks at ground zero of the exhaust sagged limp to the dirt -Tddff-. 
	“Heey first of all,” Keziah's voice rose a few octaves, “ya'll just a bunch of stinkweeds ya selves, where'd ya think that scent came from?” She jabbed a digit in accusation to the field. “Second,” she said with a brush of her gut, “ya really on yer way out, this soon? I've just been digesting ya for just, what… two months now? Ya gonna up and scoot outta here and leave me in the company of these spoil spuds?” Keziah complained. 
	-Glhrbfhghsha- -Chhrrlsah- a moist contortion crawled through her abdomen, sending a shiver through her spine all eh way out to her bandaged tail-stump. 
	“Alright, I get it.” she relented, stomping back towards she abode, driving her walking stick into the sand with each step.


~ 1 ~


Keziah's compost henge was situated in past some ways into the cavern, away form the brunt of the sun's fury. Vacant with the exception of a bed mat of rotting seedlings and leaves. 
	“Alright bucko, gotta listen to mah own wisdom, thems just be the breaks sometimes.” she scotched shuffled her hind over the enclosure of twig, taking a deep breath. She reeled back and sprung her hind up, cheeks filling the back with the overalls with pressure and -Clltwwpch- clutching open the first button to the overall's hind flap, the second unbuttoned by a decisive butt bump -Cllrtpws-. The flap slumping down folding down to unveil a square of the reptile's scaled hind, cleaved to the offset left by tby her crack. 
	“Choo, bud, al aboard fer a first class ticket outta my assah ass, fhnnggmf…” Keziah gruffed out straining herself as the cheeks drove apart under the cargo. -Spprlrptugflfpsths- With the bubbling crackle of a campfire, the umber knoll emerged from the cleft. Sporting the girth of a closed fist, the discharge was proving a challenge for the reptile, huffing through clenched teeth whilst the clump nudged through her hind. Its surface buffered to a mirror shine by being lodged in her clay cave, the burgeoning mushroom cap of waste expanding in her canyon and crowned the cheeks. Protruding outwards as her buns clung over the sides of the booty window.
	“Phooa, 'preciated it if ya make up yer mind already,” Keziah huffed and hoised up her left foot onto the brim of the container, grasping a hold of her cheek with a free hand and tugging it aside, digits bending through the fine knit mesh of scales with the resistance of a newly leavened loaf. 
	“Ah said, choo,” she underlined, with the pressure clasp of her cheeks eased, the manure begun to chug free, coupled with bouts of steam venting through the interspace of cheek and chocolate, tempering the air with in a haze of meaty charcoal. 
	The emerging load sloughed free form the cleft at a steady pace, the brim clutching taut to the surface and melding into the onslaught's outlines baked in the lizard's bowels for weeks on end, its surface had neary a scratch, a congruent bale of rich, butt fudge protruding straight for the length of a finger only to then arch with downwards with a smooth crinkle of boiling sugar -Crrslgh- -Brchclspsthstha- the as if it were too dense to recall how gravity works until it for when it vacated the comforting clutches of the compacting caverns. The creamy behemoth in in a hue of bark extruding ding to throughout the plush cheek in their venture towards the compost. 
	Keziah's pucker clasped into the loaf, marking the drove in rings of pressure as reattempted to cut through the beam of nougat. Keziah straining and sucking in a breath through her fangs, as the mound gradually engorged, blooming in girth to congest her dung chute. “S'tha how it's gonna be, peaches?” she huffed and squatted. The end of the mound dipping onto the bed of dishevel flora,-Shflrlpthsa- with several leaves plastering onto the mound like wet paper. 
	“Mmf gmpgsh mmpwhf,” Keziah huffed, gyrating her hips to wet wedge the congestion through her exhaust chute. The wiggle and wielding of her buns working over the clay. The languid pace reflected in the lizards's abdomen, contracting and sinking backwards as the bulk filtered through her system. -Flrlprhfhths- -Crsllpffftch- Gradually the mound shuffled outwards. The bottom length coiling onto the flowerbed in a winding zig-zag from the wheeling cheeks, -Srlpfhtththsha- The surface gumming onto thee leaves and stalks, melding them to its surface as a mask of papier mache. The column off of marbled filth bending and sloughing over itself, shifting, so clumsy; a boa of dung coiling into a sluggish heap. 
	“Mfms paha, couldn't leave without giving me a real congestion, hug? Bastard tourist, fmmghhg…” Keziah huffed, the trickling crinkle of bowel balm from her cheeks gradually picking up, puttering like sun fried roots. 
	-Cvhrlpsh- -Frlbfhhs- -Chrlpfhsa-. The surface of the brown wax sprouted more and more pencilstroke fissures as it curled free, tessellating the mound creeping out of her hind. One could see hints of this pattern spreading down the seemingly smoothened segments, where the muck was baked so firm the imperfections were smothered into a uniform surface. Rumbles wriggled through the her bowels, as the tessellated grime's segments grew more defined and wide. 
	-Fpfphts- a faint puff of smog snuck through, before the floodgates relinquished. -PPFprrrwvvrrthsp- -Chrrplpgghsthsa- an avalanche of sludge slabs spooled out of Keziah's fudge hatch, the flap fluttering int eh storm of manure billowing free with clusters of ribs, cracked femurs and tarsals dividing up the bouquet of muck dispensing into the compost heap. -Shfhrcchhts- Keziah's stomach deflating in a jumbled clench as the gratuitous clog of filth uncorked itself from her hind. Month's worth of bone riddled fertilizer -Spfplfths- -clspththa- burying the slender sludge conda, in slabs of butt concrete curds. 
	“Abraham yHoooo ymmmf yeaah,” She mused as kilos worth of mulch vacated her stuffed bowels ramped up its locomotion. Her hind nursing forht the this chubby spool of fat muck, the taffy thick segments slumping around acid polished bones in blunted shards of nougat gemstones. -Cllrprhths- The wooden supports of the enclosure bending under the weight of the clotted loam, the chorus of the creeping crinkle and Keziah's moaning vocals. 
	“Fmfmps howhaa y that's the stuff…” She huffed, tongue drooping down Tessie of her maw as the air filled with polluted with the by tin the putrefying smog of pickled peaches and burnt onions baked in tar.


“Phoooa… phaa, forgot how good it feels ta let some loose, pho, should a dropped ya off ages ago,” Keziah said as she slowly rose off the compost enlcosue, “though Iah'm gonna feel how sore ya've gone ad made my ass for fayayaa-aahsyfmpsh.” -Slprththchs- Keziah slopped ass first back into the muck with the slam of cork in a bottle -Sflplsthcflrpth-. The doughy butt blubber burgeoning up around her rear as it the cheeks sunk into the mire, carving out a bloated print of her ass. -Chhr- -Klslttshth- A trickle of colon lube creaked as she hoisted her cheeks free form the dung, though aside form some humidity her overalls sustained limited stains, the with the fudge simply warping to her contours as fresh terracotta. 
	Keziah scoffed and buttoned up her booty flap. The reptile had her balance lopsided once more. “Phew, thanks fer catching' me, gotta amid ya made one heck of a dung heap, astonishing what how much muck an ass can sculpt wiff just a bit a time, ey?” Smell ain't even that bad,” she smirked But just cus yer outta mah ass, don' mean ya journey's over,” she huffed and rubbed her palms together -Slflpsthsa- digging through the muck and plucking out a humerus, cr.sllsptsh- the end cracked and of the bone plopping free from a dingy hollow. The lizard bent and twisted the bone, tapping it against her palms and mumbling. “Ones with marrow get stockpiled, rest's fer the onions,” she recited and cracked the bone in twain -Ssrrltt-kktrckxrrrlch-. 


~ 2 ~


-Chgglgns- -Cfhrlpfhsgs- -Cbhrglsja- Loud chewing laid muffled by Keziah's lips, macerating an onion with her molars as he picked out a frying pan off her wall. Walking stick in hand she scaled the side of the plateau above her outpost, peeking over the edge to the flat rock where, no shade was offered. 
	-Sptpthshae- The Reptile spat the roughly masticated clump of chopped onions into the pan, and lodged the metal handle at the hollow on the tip of her cane. Peering over the unbaked rock, she reached the speer over the stone, and dropped the pan at a safe distance where the sun shone all hours it soar through the sky. 
	“Gotta get myself some more grub, growing gal can't do wiff just onions an, pears and peaches,” she scoffed, and scuttled back down the cliff. 
	Slowly, but surely, the sweating gaze of the sunmaiden spread through the cast iron, and the homegrown produce sizzled to a sauté.