Tame Join Written by Septia. The covers laid heavy on my chest; I was in the state of approaching consciousness, but anchored to my bed by the presence of my own body. Worn out from the effort it takes to care for such a big family. -Mwreeow- -Dpth-. A paw rested on my cheek. Eyes flicked open, to see the striped, tangerine hue of my Abyssinian cat; she greeted me with an inquisitive glance. Seems it was morning after all. But maybe I could just have a few more minutes of night. -Frwwwth- A thrust from the end of the bed swept a cold breeze over my legs. I blinked, staring down at the hulking saluki dog, dropping my blanket from her jaws before nipping at my trunks. I couldn't remember Kendra this eager to play in a long while, guess I wasn't getting more sle-… -Trhffrdh- She hooked her teeth around my underwear, and managed to peel them off, down the length of my taut morning wood. A sharp inhale. I shuffled to sit up, but my vision was eclipsed by an expanse of tangerine stripes. -Dfmfmpthh- Lilac's hind covered my face, the feline gyrating their hips to smush into my cheeks, to settle into a comfy seat. Pinning me back into the bed whilst I could only feel the rummaging of pelt and slobber at my crotch. Maybe I could convince them to wait, persuade them just this once, to not further establish this as our relationship… Although, both of them had waited for me to wake up, which in itself was considerate-… -Pfhyyfrt- a hiss of feline flatulence fluttered into my maw, a brief gush of vapours that impregnated the scent of pickled tuna in my taste buds before I felt Lilac's pucker part along with my lips… Still drowsy and confused, I heard the crackle from Lilac's brim distend -Vrrshhrflrrrk-. My first sensory intake of the day was amplified as I knew what the sound implied. -Chrlrlpth- I could feel the very zenith of the mound against the inside of my lips as it budded out Lilac's rear; a thick crescent of cat putty curling into my mouth and hooking in under my teeth. -Chrrlpth- The mire smudged against my molars, enough to graze the interspace of my teeth without lodging stuck before it rolled down over my tongue. My spine shuddered at the tart taste of the cat clay coiling into my mouth, my tongue instinctively folding in over the lump to swath, cradling the muck and exposing it to all the more taste buds that recoiled in the grasp of the sleek, sardine oil slimy manure. Though, those tingles of disdain wrapped all the way down the length of my spine, echoing out into my slacking shaft, just before… -Sffhvllrlpsh- a broad, cupped tongue swathed over it. My body froze. The smooth skin of the humid mat of muscles brushed from the base of my shaft, winding up towards the tip. The wake of the tongue draped in oodles of humid drool pooling over my testies and mellowing out the orbs. Once Kendra's tongue had reached its tip my dick was twitching back to life… and then… -Schhfllrprth- Kendra's muzzle ensnared my snake, the heat of the sodden maw enveloping my mast. I felt my shaft throb in Kendra's maw, and she wrapped my sausage up in her tongue like a hot-dog. -Clrlpth- Plastering the warmth of her doggy droll all along my shaft. My mind had trouble processing my emotions, but the emotional response from my crotch was faster than my head, and the sensations were rippling out along my lower body, my toes clenching in the throes of gratification pulsating from my corralled cock. All whilst I mimicked the motion of Kendra's tongue around Lilac's grime… -Chrlrlpth- Except her 'sausage' was going to reach a lot further than mine ever could… -Chrlrlpth- I felt the pucker pinch at my lips, sinking into the putty of the mound and girding it in a clamp off their behind, the hook of kitty crud sloping down the curls of my tongue and -Chrllpth- clogging into the back of my throat. Despite the distilled funk of it that infiltrated my maw and raked across my teeth making me feel dreadful, my motions reacted on reflex… -Ghllooumph- my neck opened around the deposited mulch, wrapping it in my throat where I could feel the vague dome of the gunk disappear into my gullet. The heat it exuded making its placement clear down my neck. The bitter nougat festering through my throat… -Krhhrlrpt- But as this disgust wormed its way down my body, Kendra's muzzle still wolfed down my dick, lips slobbering and tongue grinding into my genitals. A dichotomy: The pleasure clashed with the taste tainting my neck. But she just kept suckling… nursing my dick as Lilac unloaded another curling fetter of filth into my maw, the satisfaction in my lower half clashing with the disgust through my upper body. All of this repulsion encased in the love and care I held for my pets, whatever they exposed me to… It clashed somewhere into my core, a cocktail of emotion swirling and befuddling my flesh until… -Shfllpttht- “Mfmfwpf.” I groaned out a moan into Lilac's hind, huffing in the cleaned cat pelt as she kept doing her business, and my undulating shaft pumped out a fresh deposits of spunk straight into Kendra's mouth, painting strokes of pearlescent over the pink, plush embrace servicing my shaft. In the brief moments after, with my pleasure only drained and aftershocks subsiding, I was left with only the revolting concentration of kitty litter through my neck, spiralling through my frame. With the nagging fear of the saluki's teeth clamping down… Soothed when only her tongue came to lap up the residue of my discharge. “Mwroow, how's it like?” Kendra looked up from Amid's shaft. “It is real, I did not think our husse had one, it is always hidden. Though Imprison was right. He did unload too.” “So it is true, our husse's own nectar. I shall have a sample myself.” “By all means,” Kendra said, as the felinid vacated my face and strode down the walkway of my body. I got a few moments to breathe before Kendra straddled her cunt against my face. The dog hind weighting me down as she let a roaring stream of pungent lemonade pressure clean my maw of cat funk, branding me under the ownership of the dog's domain, whilst Lilac daintily lapped up the spunk and batted my shaft. On the other edge of the windowsill, a green shadow lurked, observing. Clacking its beak at the display. ~ 1 ~ -Bhhurralp- I belched and immediately felt my mouth invaded by residue of feline grime and doggy-water, clasping over my mouth and wiping it on my arm with a shudder. It hadn't been the wake up I imagined… Though at least I was freed now… “Mmfofhf, Mwm mfnfpfhw.” My ears twitched at the noise… peering back… That… that was mother's door I had just passed. I took careful steps back, seeing the door cracked open a sliver, where I placed my eye… I stumbled back, catching myself on the ledge of the door and shutting my mouth. Mom laid splayed out on her bed, legs spread open with a brass golden bundle of flurry wedging her open… Portia's sleek muzzle slapping away with her whole tongue over mom's crotch. Each brush of the tongue covering the entirety of Zenia's pussy, intermittently between smaller suckles and Portia burying her face in my mother's sweet spot, making her whole body twitch and shudder. Her curves rattling in a dance from the pleasure, so luscious and delicate… though her moans laid smothered under a cotton mop of cat floof, Anastasia daintily swished her tail to and fro, occupying Zenia's face like a pharaoh on their throne, a… very particular throne. As between moans I could hear -Gllgpgpshp- swallows, and see droplets of urine trailing down Zenia's face. I swallowed, shuddering throes pouring through my whole being. -Twnnh- and… my crotch stiffened… I shuffled away from the door, the further out of earshot I got the quicker my pace, until I was storming into the shower, dropping my underwear and posturing the water to high. Here – drowned out in the splatters from above – I tended to my lust… Maybe it was just the strange state I had woken up in, but I couldn't avoid it, my shaft thickened in my grasp as the thought of Zenia, her curves, ass digging into the mattress, her highs shaking, chest heaving in moans, her sweet, sweet voice… Of course, I had always loved my mother, but… this was… I lost myself panting and shuddering against the tiled wall of the showers, choking out a burbling slag of cum through my manhandling of my dick, stewing in the emotions without letting my thoughts process any deeper meaning, whilst the streams of steaming shower tears cleansed me. ~ 2 ~ “Remember, you have to add enough of the fresh soil around the pumpkins when we replant them,” Zenia said with a smile to me, holding up her spade in a wagging motion, “Without the proper care they wouldn't be able to grow as big and strong as their potential promises.” I looked up to my mother, straw hat to ward off the sunlight and black shorts that wouldn't reach the ground as she trawled through the vegetable plot, just barely hiding the curves of her hind. Which I knew just hours earlier had been rattling under the assault of Portia's tongue… “Oh right, of course, like this?” I asked and wedged up dirt around the placed plant in the dirt, scooping nutrient rich soil over to clog the canyons. “Just so, looking beautiful,” Zenia complimented and mirrored my process on her end. It had been cozy to return home, caringly working with mother, and she was generous to let me stay. The plans for my shelter were proceeding, though there was a lot of paperwork just to have a safe spot for some dear animals. Sometimes I thought back to how she first reacted, about the relation my animals had fostered to me, whether I wanted it or not. Everything we had been through, I worried she was putting on a face, hiding how she felt… But, at least for now, we were working together. I picked up the next sprouting pumpkin plant, and shuffled aside to dig a pit in the ground. -Thhdht- A thud, a thrust of weight at my tailbone tipped me over. With the ground fast approach I heard a yelp from beside me, seeing Zenia stumble in turn. I dropped the pot and let it tumble beside me as I barely caught myself above the dirt… Mother dipping nose first into the soft loam. “Mom?” I cried out, before looking back. Faced with the sweet face with trailing black locks of Andrake. And beside him, at my mother's back, Emperor, paws still firmly digging into my mother's plump hindquarters, sinking into her luscious curves like a rising breadboard. But in short form, I felt Andrake's paws grinding against my pants, weighing his paw under them and -Clffrhth- dragging them down. My spine rattled as I watched Emperor peel the shorts off of my mother’s dark, smooth hips. “Whoa, M-mom, d-do you s-see that? th-that kind of dexterity is-. Mgmnrnrgaawmwm.” My thoughts were seized by the tremendous pressure barrelling into my cheeks, parting my buns as Andrake shuffled his weight down my back, and in the next thrust… -Thhpfddlprgth- The gordon setter punched his pole into my pucker to plow my prow into the planting plot. -Cddthptph- My face dunked into the dirt to mute my groan of feeling the pumping shaft wedge through my weak hind. The smooth skin burying into my rectum whilst I felt Andrake's paws prodding around my shoulders and the brush of his fur against my back and hind, the piston expanding my pucker, my rear's attempts to tighten and recoil from the intrusion only massaging and encouraging the member to swell and swallow up my sphincter's accommodation. I huffed and groaned as dirt flushed up my nostrils, shaking as the bulk of the dog pinned me into position, grinding his crotch into mine when I slumped down to hoist my rear back into ample position for his mast to penetrate me… Through the strain I titled my head back to the side, unearthing dirt from the plot, compelled to ensure Zenia was okay… “Mfmowoah mofauauhgmoh.” Her face was hoisted and buried to and fro into the dirt from Emperor's intrusive thrusts, the stark white, muscular hound forming a strong contrast against my mother's supple dark skin worked into her juggling buttocks – a batch of whipped cream dominating a chocolate pudding's ass in clapping pounds. She was getting driven into the dirt by the -Dmdmpgh- thrusts of the white torpedo occupying her back. And every part of her was shaking, rippling like mousse on a washing machine. I closed my eyes, the ache of my ass swallowing such a thick sausage pounded through me, it awoke the repressed sensations from just the mounting and put them on full blast; my deranged mind warping the algedonic pain into strange fantasies: both dogs on me, both dogs on her, me on Zenia, Zenia on me. It was as if my mind was mixing and matching scenarios to tempt myself into fully admitting that I-. “Amid…” Zenia's voice snapped me out of it, back to the shuddering reality where mom and I were face first into dirt and ass up, hugging into our canine's fire hydrants. She gave me a look with whimpering lips, and slow, sharing in the tension mounting at our backs as the dominant dog's dicks thrummed and advanced down our rears. Then… she slowly, while trembling, reached out an arm for me, holding her hand open. In the shaking thrusts her palm became a point of stability… I grasped her hand. We clutched onto each other tight; sealing ourselves as each other's lifelines as we shared the pummelling agony. We howled, shouting out the stimulating confusion into the earths, bonded together under the might of our pets rutting us raw. -Sdlrprhthht- -Chhrpjjjllfsh- The lukewarm chills of Andrake's spunk spiralled through my bowels, clamming my innards in spunk and gradually retracting his shaft before his swelling knot could plug up my hind, though I still felt it as it passed out my pucker -Schrlttthowlp- reverberating my rear with a smatter. My knees failed without the support of Andrake, and I slumped to the ground, Joining Zenia, who Emperor had finished in just a bit before. Though we still panted just as fast, tethered by our hands… I saw mom's pucker twitching, slobbering in spunk. Though after sharing a glance for a moment, the dogs were pushing on our sides, our weakend bodies revolving over, slumping together with our faces to the sky, now shoulder to shoulder on the grass as our canines shuffled up on our chests. I slowly shook my head, though Andrake's coal-black fur draped along my face, before he slotted his pit over my mouth. -Grbrbhglglgp- the growl bubbling through his rear and prying at his cheek. But in my weakened state, I could not relent, and parted my maw, seeing mother do the same. As Emperor pancaked her face in his bright pale buns. -Pfprhth- -Chrlrpth- Andrake's hind pried open under a brewing putter, an expanse of deep rich auburn holstered in his cheeks as the pucker broadened, until it passed the equator of the filth… -Chrlrlpfbrhhtptaht- The mound billowed out as a near block of doggy fudge, coagulated and congested in his rear to hold back the onslaught, but now the mound just kept piling out, a soft serve deluge of mulch coiling, melding and flooding into my cheeks. “Gmmg gmpwh,” I grunted into the filth and swallowed, -Chllgpthht- and felt the thick dome of dog muck sloughing through my neck, nestled up and restrained by Andrake's fur. His onslaught was so soft that it curdled over my teeth and pummelled to my gums like syrup. “Mmgghghpsh -Gklglgmspgshkl-.” I was forced to keep swallowing as he unloaded the buttery caramel down my mouth, inflating my cheeks in the sheer deluge of sludge. As I was choking it down Zenia was struggling with the massive, girthy sausages prying free from Emperor's hind, distending her cheek out in an ovoid dome around the mulch tube grinding past her lips and smooching into her face like a spoiled taffy. “Mfmwmp gmpgahgh,” she groaned and grunted out around the filth sloughing down her face, I could smell the reek of Emperor's pork rich diet through the lard in the air, breaking up the murky melange of beef drainage my own pipes were getting constipated with. So there we laid, pinned against each other, getting stuffed from the other end by our dear puppers as their sweaty hams clamped onto our faces, both of them providing enough nourishing soil to ensure we'd be well taken care of… ~ 3 ~ “Haaa, that'd I had been holding in for quite a while. How was Matte?” Andrake asked as he shuffled off along with Emperor. “Satisfying. Soft.” The white hound huffed, stopping to grid her rear to the grass with a -Chlrlprth- squeal of residue still cluttering his cheeks. “As soft as husse? I'll treat her next.” “If you exert yourself enough, you should be able to.” Emperor teased. The dogs playfully growling at each other before sprinting off. I helped Zenia stand. Both trembling on our noodle legs as we attempted to hold our own weight. “Are you okay?” I asked. “I…” Zenia mumbled, turning, “Yes, of course… I… I know they love us, in their own way, they care for us. I know they, would never hurt us,” she said, turning her face to me. A round mark of pressure and sweat formed a butt groove on her face from the hound's hind, making me instinctively touch my face and feel the rosy patch myself. “Yeah, of course, they only mean us well. I am, glad you understand,” I replied. My own words, an off taste as they slipped past my teeth. There was also, the fact that our animals wouldn't even use us for their… business, unless they truly trusted us, right? “Do you, wanna go clean -UUuurhrp- up?” I said, a light puff of the grimy funk venting though my maw. Zenia looked me over, then down at the plot. “I will, tend to the holes in the plot first,” she said. I only nodded, and shuffled towards the house. We both needed some time to process. Peering over my shoulder, to watch Zenia slowly filling in the imprints of our faces caved into the loam soil. ~ 4 ~ I held up a document, scanning it closer, mumbling the numbers and comparing it to another on the desk. Was this the right form? It had the matching Colli-id number, but the reference number between the forms were different. They seemed to refer to each other, but if this wasn't an up-to-date version. I would have been filling in all this for nothing. I sighed, leaned back in my chair and stared at the roof. I wasn't even sure I had an alternative form among the papers scattered along my desk – a marshland of bureaucracy. Guess the best practice would be to fill out this one either way and then see if I could find one more up-to-date later. “Gngh ganga, -Amid, help.” My legs were on the ground before I had processed the sound. A primal instinct of a son hearing his mother cry out. Out the door, listening again, I heard the grunts coming from… the bathroom? I discarded my surface thoughts and rushed in. “Amidc, fmg, please, I can't get, Quetzal to behave.” There she sat, on the floor mat just below the toilet, one arm over her head and the other at her neck… where the yellowed albino ball pyton laid curled. The nimble snake had wrapped around her left arm, pinning it to her head – and ensnaring her right under his coils as she'd tried to pry him away, locking her in a constriction of banana hued scaly noodle. It was, honestly impressive, it looked like Quetzal had studied bondage manuals with the holstered grasp he had on Zenia. Speaking of bondage… when I looked down, I saw mother's pants and underwear resting at her ankles, a slight gap between her legs leading right to her exposed vulva. I swallowed. “Wh-what happened?” “I was just wanted to pe-feofmooh-fujmohgh-” Zenia gagged as the pale tail end of the ball python parted her pursed lips and hooked into her lips, tightening his grasp like a pretzel to feed more of his tail down her lips. Always leaving a good part of her mouth open for breathing, but enforcing his position. “Mfmgm-mgmpghruglp.” By the quivering grimace on my mother's face I could tell what Quetzal was doing, seeing broad lumps off snake-spun taffy matching Quetzal's girth plow into her maw, ferried along a sprinkle of pungent urine flushing around the fresh muck. I shook my head, this wasn't a time to space out thinking about my mother… pinned and squirming under--… I shook my head again. “Don't worry, he's just a bit excited. Come Quetzal, mom can play with you later,” I said, moving in to help ease him off of her. -Chrlrlpt- I felt something brush up to my ankles, just as I was kneeling down. A glance back let me see the patchwork of umber and verdant scales of our Burmese python… Anya soon had revolved herself over my legs, and tautened her bond in her coiling constriction, dragging me back as she forced me to stumble. At the mercy of gravity I fell into the canyon off my mother's thighs, and with the ton worth of reptile bulk winding on top of me, I slid down the slope of her hips, sliding head-first to the end of the bottom of thethigh flume: my mother's crotch…-plltwwlcht- I heard Zenia cry out above me as I smacked into her neather lips. Her labia stretching to sprawl around my face and clamp to my sides, – engulfed in the threshold to her birth canal. Staring into the humid darkness… the gateway through which I had entered this life, and in this pressure, I felt it swallowing me up… and at that moment… I'd let it… “Mmfnnh, Amid. I-I can't…” Zenia panted out, huffing in the strains of Quetzal's constriction and tremendous pressure put on her already aching vagina. I felt her labia hugging, and the urethra vibrating in my face. I knew what she needed. even as I felt Anya coiling up further. “I-it is ok, mom,” I said, trying to shift myself upwards in the clutch of her pussy… -Ppfffllslshrt- though even before I could, the pressure surmounted her restraint. The force of her urine buckled the bridge of my nose, splitting along the wedge and decanting down my face in streams of scorching humidity. I shuffled myself upward as I was drizzled in Zenia's molten amber, until I could form my lips around her snatch. With my chin half buried in her vagina I sealed my lips over her urethra, droplets staining my face whilst the thrumming of the torrent of piss was muffled in the confines of my lips. “Mngnhaa phaa, I'm s-so sorry, Amid. I'f-forgimmemphwhep,” Zenia mouthed and grumbled around Quetzal and the cargo of snake crud congesting her mouth. Her thighs flexed and pudging up into my sides, locking me in place. I wanted to calm her down, let her know that her piss wasn't half as zesty or pungent as Anastasia's or Markson's, that the situation was out of her control and I wanted her to relax, but I definitely couldn't tell her some of how I felt about it. The torrent of her juices beamed onto the roof of my maw, the force of the pressurized, sour nectar divoting the flesh in my jaws, shattering into a hail of sprinkling beads cascading through my maw. My teeth were drenched in the rich zesty lemonade, freshly boiled from her bladder. The forceful of splutter of the fluids frothing into suds under the heat and forming a fluffy barlm of clustered bubbles sailing to and fro in my mouth, amassing and diminishing as the flow seared through it or spluttered to form more. It gave me a feeling of taking in the sea through a drainage pipe. It steamed and fogged my mouth in the condensation of her urine, warming my whole mouth in the discordant, briny taste of oxidizing copper as it pooled down the back of my throat. Though I was steadfast. She was my mother, I treasured her, wanting only the best for her, and I hoped my lips warping her sprinkling flower bud could provide her some comfort, letting her know I was here, and I won't leave her, no matter how much of her bladder bullion I had to chug. -Gllgupl- -oOmphgh- -Ollpgmgph- It travelled down my neck in broad domes of liquid, a steady flow. My mothers' voice calmed. Faint groans and coughs around the mouthful of snake mortar moulding over her gums and tongue, but some pressure alleviated as I nursed the tension out of her urethra, buried in her thighs, swallowed by her snatch… Zenia quivered, her cheeks distending with various lumps indicating the clogs of Quetzal's filth. She pursed her lips and arched her head back, cheeks concaving in a -Gbhmmoongh- swallow that pistoned the mulch down her throat. She felt the spicy tingle of the tart bulbs whilst they crowded and warped her throat to accommodate them. -Chhrrlpttah- A grind of grime polishing her throat, creeping down her swollen neck as it sailed down her smooth skin and dove beneath her chest. Mouth somewhat clear, she panted out around Quetzal. Soft coos leaving her lips as she filled her son with the last streams of her pussy ale. “Amid… Iahahmfs horry,” she mumbled. “I didn't mean to.” I shuffled up slowly, aided by Anya tugging me back, partially coiled around me, and partially Zenia, tying us together. “M-mom it is, -uuglgpsh,” I swallowed, “ok, just relax an-dh, fmmw-fmpwgh,” I mumbled as Anya's tail poked into my mouth, the massive Burmese python grinding her tail in my face until the cloaca was plastered in my face, the tail slinking up from my maw and warping around my mouth like a over-the-mouth gag. -Crrlffhhfgththts- A crackle and crinkle of manure worked its way through the snake's tail, I could feel the doming of her tail-end sinking and spreading into my cheeks as it marched towards the pit, gaping it open around an expanse of pressurised mulch. The pit gaped, spreading, the patch of brown peeking out and pressing into my lips, then making them spread wider, wider, contorting my mouth around the wide hump… before she began depositing the bale of pressure forged dung into my face. My tongue could make out every crack and fracture in the boulder of filth sloughing into my face, sliding with an ease as mom's steaming urine melted the surface into creamy chocolate. The clotted grime gradually percolated from the sleek pit with an ominous, inevitable crinkling drone -Frlrlhhffrrlprth-. “Mfmpfg gmpwgh-,” I groaned and huffed through my nose. Zenia watching as my cheeks malformed to the contours of the gratuitous load of loathsome loam lumbering out our languid, legless lizard's loaf locker. Despite it being thick and like coagulated cement, the steaming, piss heated maw moistened and melded it into pudding against the walls of my mouth. A perfect receptacle for Anya to leverage her load. As if it was premeditated. “Howss hussss holding up?” Quetzal pondered. Anya flicked her tongue. “Stale. Did well to masssage, and limber up. Fits nicely…” The Python let out in a lethargic hiss. “How's matte?” “Ssstill lotss of room in here.” Quetzal confirmed. “Oh? Roomy?” “Oh, we got space.” “We wanna turn.” came two bouncy voices. “Assuredly.” Quetzal said and pried Zenia's maw wider with his tail. “Quetzzhhal, sshtahp, MMPfh Amid Ifm pnfns, tight…” Zenia panted out and slumped her head back against the toilet lid, staring up with a shudder through her frame. At which point her vision was clouded in a bundle of white cotton, then more, as it swirled and shuffled up along her face – The third time today she'd had a white pelt of fur in her face. “Mgmf? Pwhelase do-.” Sasha peeked their face up, ears flicking. Then Pasha followed suit, nosing at her face. “Sasha, Pasha?” she mumbled, and as she opened her mouth to speak -thhffpth- -thtptwwrp- the bunnies clustered their rumps over her face, paws wiggling and plying at her lips as they sunk their bunny buns onto her face. “Mmwfpghta,” Zenia wheezed and closed her eyes. -Pfpbbrrlputh- -Bbfflprhrrrthch- a splutter of fumes and solids drummed up into a dampened orchestra in her mouth. The lissom cheeks liberating an onslaught of umber pellets, dropping and recoiling off teeth and tongue like bouncy balls. -Cllprth- Clpvhrp- Whenever two clumps of the bunny barraged smacked into each other they gummed and glued stuck like the droplets of tree sap, and in the salvo of sludge more and more clustered together and formed a grubby mortar of meddling and clogging up the poor mother's face. Compared to the persevered, salted jerky of Quetzal's colon chocolate this suffocated her taste buds with a carpet of weed clippings and wilting honeysuckle and broccoli. She tried to push it upwards, out of her mouth, but it only bounced back against the bunnies' bottoms as the droppings decanting out the bunny hinds from the flexing mud chutes. Her efforts only macerating the pellets and clumps in her mouth. Zenia's face was stuffed with the slobbering onslaught of soggy cereal, mixing it with her tainted saliva. The soil in her mouth drooping ever downwards until she had no choice… -Ghhoompgh- -Oommpglgh- lumps of cluttered bulging mulch wormed its way down the woman's throat. -Ghrlpgh- Her stomach slowly distending, sporting a bulwark of feline, canine, reptile, and lupine dung, and now it was visible, the upper reaches of her gut swelling forth, broader than her lower abdomen, a basket full of fudge warping her gut to mimic a buffet binge. “Wmmpwgh, mgpghta,” and I was no better, barely able to see the buns molesting my mom's mouth whilst the python pudge plowed down my face. Mother and son, porking out on clotted animal chocolate… ~ 5 ~ -Sffrrlprthths- As the last of Anya slithered off from the curl on my leg I felt a streak of chunky bowel grease painting over my calves, a spiral skid mark branding me as a serpent's toilet paper. Left to our own devices, mom and I just breathed, panting. With me still slumped over her thighs, she still rest her head on the toilet lid. -Cbghhrlkllpgghs- Her guts growled. Chock stuffed, pregnant with a muck-baby. -Chrlrlpghth- -Brlppprlghtt- burbling with the crinkle of fumes cluttering through mud whenever we breathed or shuffled in place, our bloated guts hugging and cramping over the billows of gunk stockpiled within. I couldn't break the silence. I didn't know what to say. It felt as if they only got more active, and I was worried mom would-. “Phha, ahahah, hah~.” “Mom?” I mumbled, looking up. But she kept laughing. It was, sporadic, but hearty. And soon, I joined in. “Pha, aha ha,” she reached down to hoist me up, and there we sat, shoulder to shoulder, laughing. Both toting brown lipstick and greasy faces, anchored by a stomach full of silt. “Whatever are you feeding them~.” Zenia chuckled. “Pha ha, Guess I'm spoiling them a 'lil.” “Ahah, haa, oh you are sounding more and more like a parent…” she mused, and wrapped her arm around my shoulder, snickering. Despite the jolly tone, we wouldn't look each other in the eye… we both knew why. The stench and foul tart malodour still clogged our mouths and infested our gums in a tapestry of putrid texture and tastes painting down our throats. “There really cannot be any animals who trust their husse and matte as much as ours do,” Zenia continued, “had it been any snake other than Quetzal, I would have been choked by now.” she laughed. My chuckles tapered off. Zenia's other arm wrapped around me, stitches still contracting a bit in a snicker. “Am sorry for using your face like a latrine, sweetie… I couldn't hold it anymore.” I scoffed and brushed down her back. “Your piss isn't the worst I've had in my mouth today.” this bred another rustle of chuckles between us, embracing, spent and stockpiled on the fluffy mat on the tiled floor. What I had worried would tarnish our bonds had only strengthened it. Despite how much muck lay ahead of us, we would wade through it together. Outside the window – blurred by the etched pattern on the panes – for a moment, one could see a haze of green. But in the blink of an eye, the shade dispersed.