The nine lives at Wangui
Life 1 to 2


Written by Septia.


A buzz of neon lit up the night. The glow became a beacon for the Rakshasta, ambling on the far end of the parking lot; a source of stability in this confusing darkness. He rubbed his forehead which felt heavy in his palm. Glancing behind himself he could catch a glimpse of the highway stretching parallel to the structure ahead. Though no matter how he turned his head, he could only see so-much of the road, most of it fading into stretches of darkness, clouded from his view. The darkness coaxed his eyes back to the neon, back up towards the sign atop the building proclaiming in a bold serif font: Wangui Woo Bistro. There was a familiarity to this sign. The way the Wangui 'W' overlapped with the Woo 'W' on the second row. The ‘B’ was flipped to face the left, wearing a little hat, giving the third word the personification of a creature heading west.
	“I've… been here before?” Kanosint prompted himself, as if to jog his memory. Visions of days bright with youth flickered before his eyes. Though, it was difficult placing these memories as his own. 
	-Bzzyrt- For a moment the sign dimmed. Kano was cast in into the abyss of the midnight highway, abandoned, alone. -Bzxrt- The sign buzzed back on, parting the dusk, and stretching the shadows far behind him. The feline picked up the his pace, scampering over asphalt in bare paws. The closer he got to the lights, the longer the shadows, the larger the area in his wake became, where anything could hide, or follow. The entrance crept closer, closer. Kano grappled the handle and flung the door open before dashing inside, and… he was safe.


In his sigh of relief Kano could taste the dust of ceramic and caulk. Adrenaline leaked from his body as he took in the sight of the entrance: flakes of colour from the ceiling littered the floor; the carpet creaked beneath his paws with the sound of potato crisps; and the mural ahead, placed to greet the customers with friendly faces of employees and mascots, laid chipped and fractured. The brightest colour in sight was the bushels of moss budding out of crevices and corners, leaving damp streaks of dew and moisture beneath them. 
	“Guess they are not open,” Kano affirmed to himself. As he walked onwards, he noticed the debris cleared at his paw; the floor was not evenly covered, instead there were wide paths carved through the flakes and dust, to and from the door.
	Before him the restaurant extended. The somewhat cramped entrance opened into a massive hall of round tables, chairs and booths, lit by a yellowed bulbs sporadically flickering. The sparse light reflected over half empty plates, the metal beams of toppled chairs, and broken glass. Lichen licked tithe wall. Vegetation sprouted trough floor gaps in the bloodstains of… grease perhaps, glimmered in streaks across tables and patches on the ground. 
	-Bwnnk- An almost melodic beep brought Kano's attention forward. Right ahead of him a square black prompt box materialized with the words: Press the actionkey to enter a hiding crouch.
	“Hw-what?” Kano mumbled at the message. 


-Dwwdth- The slam of a door echoed through the bistro. Instinct sprouted from the rakshasta's spine as he dove on his knees under the closest table. A rapid thumping of steps sprawled out into a march, as if a whole troupe of waiters marched as one. -Th-th-th-thmp- -Th-th-th-thmp-.
	Kano covered his mouth, and remained on the spot. The marching blossomed through the great halls, halting now and again for a few moments before it carried onwards. Through the bars of upturned chairs and tables he could see a black shadow winding, always just out of view. His attention honed in on grasping where it would come from next. Closer, closer… it made a turn, right towards the landing where he… he froze, looking down on the floor towards the path closest to him, he saw his tail sticking out: the yellow markings across his black fur a clear standing out like a traffic cone. The feline snatched up his tail and brought it close, just as the marching closed in… -Th-th-thump- -Thmp- -Thmp-. And slowed right by his table. The yellowed bistro bulbs lit up a pair of bovine thighs, and another, and another, and… rows of legs all carrying the body of fossil grey body. The hooves intermittently tapped down on the floor, a clatter of bone to linoleum plates. Kano remained within arm's reach, shaking as he stared down the numerous legs and… the broad, dipping bovine belly suspended in between them, rustling along with the creature's steps, growling -Ghhbbrrrgls-. 
	A bottomless, velvet voice spoke as the hooves roused back into motion, drowning out the sentence as the bovine went on. “Could'a sworn I saw…” 


“Mmpfh…” Kano huffed in his paws. Safe, for now. Though, his hiding place wasn't exactly filling him with confidence. So he listened, waited on the bovine to move, chocking down his breath to remain hidden. 
	-Th-ththmp-hmp-mp-. The gallop faded. -Tkthhnk- a door shut. 
	Kano stumbled out of his hiding spot, scampering from table to table while peeking out over the establishment. Maybe in one of the booths? Though there were all alike, it wouldn't hide him as much as bring attention. There was a dividing wall stretching through half the bistro ahead, carts and heaters for buffets were lined up. Behind that wall… more tables. Leading away towards the kitchen doors at the end of the hall. 
	Kano winced, surveying his options… oh, down to the right, away in a hidden nook, as if someone had carved it into the wall, was a bathroom sign. He peeked back towards the kitchen door, weighing his options, then stumbled towards the sign. Moss moistened his steps on the way over, the wall giving way to an ‘L’ shaped hall. The short side of the 'L' hidden from view to the restaurant by the wall ahead. And through there, a door. It wasn't enough to hide in this corridor, he needed somewhere he could breathe. Kano snuck through the door, giving the bathroom a cursory glance before what he needed: an open stall. Out of the seven toilets, only the middle door stood open, and wasn't cloaked in a smatter of damp brown. Kano took refuge in the stall. Closing the door after him. … and… For a few moments, just listened to his own breathing. After some silence, the stress cracked out of his body in a snap. The feline reclined onto the toilet seat; his first moment of calm since he entered the restaurant. Kano got to thinking, maybe he shouldn't have been so quick to judge? Lots of people can look intimidating even if they are friendly. Perhaps he shouldn't have assumed the worst. Though he could deal with that later. After he had gathered himself, he could approach the bovine with a bit more tact. 


-Khkkttwwwhp-- The stall door was torn open with a rattle from the hinge -Kkctck-. Kano got a glimpse of the creature outside as they turned away: It was the bovine, a black grey cow with swirled horns and a stout muzzle. An anthropomorphised torso that rose up from the first segment on her body, which was followed by… four back halves, all melded together into a multi-taur, giving her a centipede-esque body shape. 
	“Gy-goa haooah… O-occupied” Kano wheezed out in reflex. 
	“Mm hmm,” came a nonchalant response from far ahead, the bovine adjusting her leather hat, while the truck of bovine’s trunk thrust towards the trapped occupant. The walls of the stall cracked as the wide load wedged through -Khhrrrr- despite only four out of ten legs being inside the stall. 
	Kano was being pushed to the back of the toilet seat. When her flank encroached further it piled onto the feline's chest, subsuming it under the bulk of bodacious beef. Kano huffed out as the jerky-woven mattress of a flank sandwiched him against the cold ceramic on his back. The Bovine huffed as she tried to back into the stall, grinding and kneading into Kano's body with her hind before, smushing him deeper into the clutch of her groove. The plush rear almost cradling him as it drew him deeper with each brush and shift, inviting him to the cramped confines of her posterior. A crinkle of rear grease daubed over Kano's coat as the unkempt back-end lubricated him in the booty brewn cocktail festering betwixt the cow's cheeks -Shffrllshcht-. 
	“Hhoo… bit cramped back there, this should make it easier. Jjust hold still back there.” The bovine called out as the cheeks dislodged from the frontal kitty massage, and reared upwards. 
	Kano stared up and witnessed it bearing down on him – an avalanche of ass. The cheeks clapped over Kano's head with a smack of dough hitting a table -Cddppwwdt- The bountiful bum bobbed over his head and deploying the ballast onto his shoulders. The feline felt his shoulders first being warpped by the cheeks into arcs, before they snapped down to encase his body with a pop of a meaty cork launching from a bottle -Chhptwlhfp-. 
	Kano's head was beset on all sides by the bovine's bulk, feeling confined like a picture in a frame, but unlike any photo, this bovine wasn't about to leave Kano hanging. The creaks of the flesh around him bolstering as the weight from above piled on, and the felinid saw a bud of pink swelling out ahead to greet him, Kano scrambled to heave the cheeks to slow their descent, but the pucker steadily moved in for its appointment with his fuzzy face. His head bumping into the sleek flesh -Dthpllsh- Before the pit gaped over him. The silken smooth netherlips guzzling down the feline's head into the embrace of the bovine's catacombs. 
	He succumbed through the aperture of flesh. But his welcome into the humid atmosphere was cut short… Kano's muzzle dug into a wall of gellated chocolate custard of -Cllthffrrllp- the mire of clotted mulch cleaving. It displaced its muddy balm around his head like warm brie, a tubby batter that engulfed his already ass eaten self in a cocoon of steamy sludge. Gradually sloughing down over his neck whilst the trained muscles of the bovine's hind hoisted his frame up through her rectum and through the bale of manure congesting her cheeks. Kano heard the thrust and huddle of the murky balm around him, driven through it like a stake of a foundation into mud -Chrlrpth- -Chrlrlpth-. His upper body was swamped in the bulwark of manure clogging the cow's colon, the crinkle of the moulding gunk conquering him, shearing as the outside world was muffled behind layers of beefy and doughy insulation. It was packed taut, but he passed into it as smooth as a finger through margarine, mulch packing onto his face. It was smooth passing through it, but once inside its clutches it glued onto him like sap. Grinding through the smooth, filth oozing a rich, earthy and meaty aura into Kano's coat as it enveloped his form straight from the hind. 
	Kano panted and shuddered, his arms pinned to his sides as his cheeks passed through the multi-taur's rump, reeled him in from the cold bathroom, into being baked in the middle of a batch of booty brownies. He was thrown out of his paralysis by the ding of another pop-up. Staring ahead into the cavern of manure being dug through with his body, in among the gelato smooth mounds so plush there was nary an imperfection throughout them, there was a cerulean bar that had popped up, -Btwwnp-. -Btwwnp- Another one, this – this time a matching auburn – appeared underneath it. Both of them going down, the cerulean a quarter of the way down and rapidly depleting While the auburn one was a bar made up of smaller tiles, the first one a deep auburn, and the next one gradually shifting down in hue to match it. 
	Wherever he looked the bars followed him in the corners of his vision. Unless he moved his head real fast, in just the right motion, where they one of the bars would detach from the side view and center in his field of vision. Moving his head so it returned to the right side of his vision locked it in place again. In a submission to his curious and amused nature, Kano played around with the hud elements, attempting to have all of them detach to his center of his vision at the same time, and he almost got it on a few occassions… The feline felt his chest contract, the lower the cerulean bar depleted, the more effort was expended to inflate his lungs again. He realised, the airflow was long since sealed up behind him, clamped in a wall of manure, and his legs gradually sinking in through the muck laced pucker -Chrrllp-Frrllscht- with a putter of frying bacon.
	Kano flexed and squirmed, the muck compensating for his motions -Khrlrlpth- and dunes of the thick bile sloughed into place to seal him up after every struggle, air running thin in the wafts of the musky bowels. His paws outside flexing as they were devoured by the pucker -Chrrlsp- only the tip of his tail arching and wriggling between the cheeks. 
	”Phoo, an' now that ah got that outta the way,” the bovine hummed and kicked open the lid of the toilet with a rear hoof, shuffling her hind back to devour the seat and sloping to a dip over its edge. 
	Once the cerulean bar dipped below half, a third bar joined above, bright yellow, flashing, and dropping in a steady rhythm following the cerulean air meter.
	A burrowing, roiling gurgle growled from her depths. Then the behind parted with a bellow of flatulence rattling through her cramped catacombs -Pbbggffrrrpppth-. The muck clogged upon her cheeks, gaping with the feline's paws plastered to the bottom of the loaf sloughing down and into the bowl with a smack of cookie dough -Chtthddlfp-. The beach ball girthed mound of gunk compressing as it hit the nadir of the bowl and clogged it with dunes of squeezed grime. 
	“Haa, oh there she comes, smmh, right down the drain, baby,” the bovine mused even as she shuffled out of the stall with her first few segments, leaving the elongating bale of deep beef gelato to spool free from her buttocks, arching up from the toilet to match the height of her hind, before the pillaring tower of filth toppled in a smooth curl sloughing down off of the toilet and sprawling over the floor. A bumpy texture highlighting the contours of a Rakshasta's body entombed in the chunky bowel padding – the only imperfections marking an otherwise smooth and uniform bowel boa billowing from the bovines broad buns. 
	A crack of moisture nearby, as if someone peeled the cap off of a pudding cup, the muck ahead of Kano's muzzle fractured open, flooding his face with light. “Phhaaah,” he gasped. The cerulean bar was surging upwards, but refraining from becoming full. The husk of manure cloaking his body put straining on the felines's chest. A malleable casket keeping his body in check. “Paha, ha I-I would have left the stall i-if youamampghhg-.” 
	But his complaint was swiftly muffled, Kano laid as part of the loaf sloughed onto the floor, and the stall's occupant was far from done. The broad bale of dung drooped over him, coiling along the first mound as it wallowed out of the taur's hind, swirling around once more to completely bury Kano's head -Chvhrlrptsh-. More and more manure flooding from the grand hind, winding in swirls against the wall and drooping down as a drape of untold kilos of muck, submerging the toilet in the wake of the oozing dune's advance, all to the putter and squeal of grimy muck smearing over against ceramics and porcelain -Vrhddlccrlrsth-. 
	“This is far more fun,” the bovine mused under her breath, panting and cooing as she unloaded a semi-truck's worth of manure into the stall. The mounds melded together as the pressure from the coils above sunk into the ones beneath, the glistening chestnut hued rodeo gelato. -Grbbrlggsh- The growls from the bovines stomachs’ winding through their body, the plump belly gradually deflating as the torrent of toffee thick tubes trudged through their intestinal tract -Chhrrphdlp-. The onslaught submerged in a diagonal tidal wave of mulch bales curling out of their hind on top of his head and melding into the drooling behemoth of clay sloughing downwards. The bottom the compressed grime sprawled outwards in a square proportionate to the stall, sloughing and curling around the bovine's rear hooves as she merely sighed in dispatching the ton of crap that had been cooking in her guts for moon knows how long.
	Kano shuddered, wriggling as the muck piled on top of him, wrapped around him to limit his oxygen – the cerulean bar dropping once more. But the feline soon learned he had a luxury suite compared toward what was to come. As the rumbling and packing mire crinkles and crackled above him, -Chrlpgth- -Vhrlrlpgsh- the pressure caved in on the breathing room he had access to, pushing the mire to his chest and smothering him into the dense, humid cement. This gave him no quarter to breathe, each time his stomach deflated the gap was filled in with sloughing tar. Kano's mind was racing as it diverted any oxygen he had to his thoughts, feeling his bod grow more distance as it paced away in the muck, steamrolled by the sheer weight above to pave him at the bottom of a swamp of asphalt. The air-gauge dropped rapidly, lingering on a few pixels of light as the yellowed bar above flashed and dilapidated in kind. The auburn tiles still had never stopped increasing, lingering at the sixth of nine. It didn't matter. His thoughts grew fuzzy, warm, the few details and fractures through the mulch he could see blended together in a fuzzy warm mat. 


-Pfpbrbprt- The bovine's tail whipped over the bubbling fumes sauntering out of her rear and breezing down in murky clouds along the slope of her mountain of dung: steaming away like a little kitty dumpling. Roiling down the mountain range of sludge. “PhPhaMmn mm…” she mused as she sauntered forwards. “Just the plunger ah needed ta clear that clog, was afraid Ah'd haf ta sit ‘ere and keep the customers waiting,” she adjusted her leather hat with a flick, leaving a thumbs up to the pile as she waltzed out, “What a good lil' kitty,” she mused before kicking the door shut. The bathroom lingered. The visuals faded into emerald shades, white text glowing into view reading: 'Show's Over'.


~ 1 ~


Kano roused awake as the light bent and folded into overlapping ribbons. Once he blinked a few times all he could see was the toilet stall door, and its beige wood log pattern, his eyes fixated on the handlebar at the front, he stretched towards it, but just couldn't reach it from the toilet… Memories flushed through his mind, the groggy mindset stepping aside for the horror of what had just happened, or… if it had happened. He looked around, the stall wasn't a clogged mess overtaken by a barnyard's worth of manure, and he wasn't at the bottom of it. 
	“W-what i-in. Ia-am I… ok?” Kano mumbled, feeling over his body, everything was there. When he peeked to the bottom right, he could see the bars face into view: Cerulean, full; Yellow, full; auburn tiles, all empty. It was a relief. Until he looked below the last bar…: there sat nine icons of kitty paws, where one was greyed out. Kano swallowed. He needed to get out of here. 
	Tip toeing out of the stall he shuffled up towards the door, there was another door at the opposite end leading towards the other end of the restaurant and the kitchens, though taking his chances there felt out of the question. Sneaking out through the door, he peeked into the restaurant seating hall. Dark, deep, shadows cast from the flickering bulbs hinted at movement. He peeked down at the left wall, back towards the entrance. The blackness of the room laid contrasted with broad, white spots from the bovine's hind. Kano bit his lip, a cold chill down his back, but also a fluster to his cheeks, this, was quite a good angle to appreciate her. 
	The legs moved. 
	Kano scampered back into the bathrooms, shuffling into the stall and holding a paw over his chest. He had to weigh his moment of escape, if he was to have any chance to get out of here. It was first then, with a moment to breathe and calm his nerves, that the feline noticed a panel in the wall attached to the stall divider at his right. Lights faced slightly behind the furthest reach of the toilet bowl. Tugging on it, the panel extended on an armature, the screen flicking on to show static along with a vague outline around boxes in the left corner. Curious, the felinid pressed one of the boxes. The screen flickered and adjusted, settling into a view of the first seating area, the green tinge of night vision illuminating the area.
	“Ooh,” Kano mouthed, and pressed another box, “then this must be.” 
	A view of the entrance came up, pointed towards the mural. He froze up. At the far left, placed behind everyone else, but towering above them and framing the mural, was the bovine. By her head was an elegant font that spelled out Wangui Woo. 
	He looked closer, there were other names, by the faded out characters. There was a winged pig named Gotzoné; a lissom bird, perhaps a turkey, missing their lower half on the mureal marked Amaja; and a sheep whose name had faded, or had been scratched out? It was difficult enough to make them out in this resolution. But, this struck a chord, he remembered something like this. Though, it had been a long time. He clicked through the cameras. One outside each entrance to the toilets – though angled so one couldn't see into the short half of the 'L' corridor – one over each serving area, the entrance, two which only showed static, and one that just turned the screen black. Despite its position suggesting it also being close to the bathrooms. His flipped hands made it awkward to put his arms in position to hold the tablet, but he had to endure. He flipped back through the camera’s-… a shadow disappeared into the bathroom's eastern hallway. Kano looked up. 
	-Thhp- -Thhp-
	Footsepts, close. Kano stared at the handlebar, reached out… too far…, the tablet was in the way. Quickly, stuffing the tablet back against the divider, he took one step forwards, clamping his digits around the bar, and hold it back. 
	Another force on the outside tugged on the door, it clacked and rattled in its frame -Thnnk- -Thnnk-, but remained closed. Again -Cktwwp-. But it held. The steps moved back. Kano swallowed. Peeked down, and noticed the yellow bar had depleted somewhat. 
	“Looks like the door is jammed again.” This voice… It was mellow, bright, unlike Wangui. 
	“The center one jammed, again? Merely a moment, hun, allow me.” 
	Quick, back on the bar, holding steady, leaning back with all his weight. 
	-Kktcht- -Kkthhd- The forced rattled his arms, but the door held. 
	“It does, in fact, appear jammed.” 
	“Why not just rip it off its hinges, ain't like we need doors.” The first voice said. 
	“Yosun, darling,” the second, smooth lemony voice hummed, “I am assured Wangui would glare us down were one of these, cardboard sheets, to crumble.” 
	“But the middle one is the comfiest…”
	“Yet, it is not the only one for which to deliver your sewage, is it?” 
	“Sure, it's fine.” The voiced parted, and Kano heard the stalls next door open. 
	

He let go of the handlebar, and noted the yellow bar had decreased once more. Five sevenths full, and that was just him holding the bar for that long… The thuds of the toilet lids were in sync, the left one before the right -Kthd- -Thdf-. 
	“I guess this one's fine.” The voice from the right said, echoing in the stall booths. Kano peeked up, and realised the dividing walls nearly reached to the roof, at least that meant it was hard to peek in, but also out… 
	“See? These dung pits are about on par, be they not?” The left voice hummed before a groumble reverberated the left stall. -Ghbblglgh- -PPPfwrrrrrrfprpth- A thick, juicy bellow of fumes heralded an oncoming doughy onslaught vacating -Chflpthhght- -Vrhgltlpsh- “Phaaa…, exquisite.” 
	Kano twitched, he was more than fine with foul scents, but this one… didn't bother him as much as it, grasped him. He could feel an imprint of the residue from the guttural winds flatten his coat. The cerulean gauge flickered. 
	And the sounds… the hefty drags and creaks of mulch were separated by dense plops and splatters, sounding like someone had stuffed putty full of building blocks and chucked it down a storm drain -Shfllppfllnghs- -Csllthhwlp- 
	“You pigged out lately, Gotzoné? Sounds like you got yourself stuffed.” Came from the right stall, as Yosun relaxed and let their own bowels vacate, though these sounded, less messy, thicker… it was the hum of shaving foam, slowed down to an absolutely crawl of thick mortar. -Fhhhgrrggglsbs-. 
	“Mmf, phaa, suppose thou could call me a swine, but how come? Art thou jealous?” 
	“Well, I suppose, would be nice if Amaja shared some with me. I get tired of eating the same, damn, thing…” Yosun mused. Kano peered down to the floor, hearing a creak through the porcelain. Vines, crept from under the divide to the right stall. Kano hoisted up his legs, swallowing as the verdant sprouts roamed the floor, his nerves drowned out by the cacophony of puttering crackles and bellows of the surrounding booty business andrectal proceedings. 
	“Mmm, Wangui would most certainly not approve, two, of us treading off premises. Could thou with thine flimsy heart really let her heft all the work?”
	“Course, of course, but… if there were some options, inside the bistro, wouldn't that be, nice?” 
	“Oh? Were there any, that could certainly be nice, though, they would have to be close. Delivered, if thou will.” 
	“Yeah, mmfs, maybe, if we are lucky, we'll have a little burglar stumble in.” 
	“My, Yosun, twas there any mfmfs… pha… uninvited patron, then we would, of course, have to… dispose of them.” 
	“Yeah, shame there aren't any, rotten burglars, anywhere near…” 
	“A true shame it is…”
	Kano was feeling somewhat attacked.
	“Phaa…” Gotzoné moaned as she stepped out of her stall. I will leave that one for Amaja. I would, doubt that one would go down smooth.” 
	“Mm, yeah, same-same here.” Yosun mumbled as they stepped out of the stalls, both lingered in the bathroom for a moment, before heading out their separate ways. 
	The feline could breathe a sigh of relief. Sure, it did seem they knew he was here… which was, less than great news, but they couldn't just knock down the door and grab him. If he managed everything carefully, he was certain he could get through this-. The auburn tile bar was at five out of nine. When did that happen? What was? It, did feel, warmer. He Kano crouched down on his belly, looking into the left stall, and had to pinch his muzzle. From the toilet rose a stack of mud, a palace of manure decorated in khaki tainted bones plastered in between the folds of mush or jutting out from the heap, ribs hugging the wide logs and a pair of pelvis bones jutting out through the peak of the heap. But it wasn't just the smell, or sight of the coffee deep mound with tar black cracks that had him quivering. It was… the radiating heat, the condensed temperature of freshly brewn manure, it was seeping into his skin.
	The sixth tile filled up. Kano looked at his coat, the black fur was, shrivelling, wilting flat to his skin, and the yellow streaks burnished a deeper hue. The seventh tile was slowly growing brown…
	Kano scuttled under the divider; reaching up to pull the flusher. It started then -Sflflth- stopped -Sllthnk- the pile jiggled. Flushed again, again, again. Slowly the waterworks ate away at the crooked melange of bone and muck. The seventh tile lit up. Kano felt it through his coat, his movements were slow, growing turgid and sluggish as she worked to flush, it wasn't-. Gradually he felt the heat of the dung inside himself, the wilting fur melding together with his skin into an umber slurry.
	Panting out brown fog, Kano scrambled for an answer, and looked at the top of the pile and swallowed, “S-sorry for this,” he said to the pelvis bones as he reached for them, folded them down over the peak of the pile, and… pushed -Thsllptth- the heap shuffled under the weight. Another flush to helped it out. A slow, chugging motion as the feline worked his hands over the sturdy bone-scoopes to funnel the muck down the drain, the bones started to sink into the mire -Chsllrpstht- cratering up around to his paws, though it was difficult to tell the difference at this point. Eight tiles full… Another heave, the muck was below the surface of the seat. And… -Chhrlrlprthat- it drained, a whirlpool of water soaking down the last of the bone riddled heap, and disappearing down the sewers -Glhphhsh- with a growl of the pipes. 
	“Mmfphaa,” Kano panted, satisfied. The left one was out of the way, he bent down, crawling back to his stall, towards the right one. But as he crawled he heard a slathering spread of chunky ointment -Cfrrllpgsh- his chest leaving a broad streak of brown over the tiles, filing down his torso into a skid mark. But, he just needed to flush… the other toilet. He crawled and pushed on, back through his stall -Shfllrprths- reaching towards the right divide… … as his vision budded, and muscles one by one declined his instructions, his pace slowed to a crawl, until it ceased completely… Fractures cleaved up at a snail’s pace across the feline's umber form, coat blemished into rich brownish trails of bowel slime drooling down the cracks of the feline's frozen face, arm frozen in a grasp out toward the divide, and the flush that could have saved him, as the rest of his form sagged in its new consistency of smelly putty. Kano laid on the floor between the stalls, petrified into putrid pudding. -Srhrlplt- -Chtwlp- a crack spread and jolsted up his elbow joint, and the muddied ulna and radius bones sagged onto the ground, tethers of muck webbing it back to the husk of manure to the skeletal humerus still sticking out, embedded in his prison of muck. All as the auburn tile shone at full brightness. The visuals faded into emerald shades, white text glowing up reading: 'Show's Over'.