The nine lives at Wangui
Life 8 to 9


Written by Septia.


The bathroom door opened. Footsteps quickly closed in. Reaching out towards the middle stall and tugging it back -Kkfth- -Tckkhtn-. But the door held in place. 
	“Hmm, jammed again, are we?” Wangui mumbled, shifting over to the neighbouring stall. 
	Kano huffed as he landed back on the seat, bringing up the tablet to surveil the surroundings of the establishment while he heard the gratuitous growls of grime vacating the multi-taur's hind on the left -Bgrllkgffrprphg- -Cllpghhrpsht-. The chunky churn of clotted bovine butter strummed the air in its moisture -Cggptwhrrlghs- ”Phaa.” Meanwhile Kano diligently kept to the tablet. He saw movement form Amaja, so he sealed the sewers. Once Wangui had left he wished that she hadn't buried the whole restroom stall. When the coast was clear he went under, and the heap laid confided to the brim of the bowl, full to the top and smoothed near flat with a few crevices left behind as she'd dragged her hind off of the seat, but much less than he had worried. Two flushes, still clogged, but back into his stall. Peeking down at the Meters: The filth gauge sat at one full tile out of nine, manageable. Yosun was on her way in. Put away the tablet, raise his legs. Just as a patter and creak of vines trickled in under the stall's door -Chhrslflt- -Shclrlprth- The emerald ropes searched the floor, but finding no trace of him, retracted, and the footsteps faded. 


Back down, look at tablet, Amaja's back in place. Coast was clear, back to the left stall, flush once, twice… -Ghhrrllfrssssh- And the muck spiralled down the drain, and he even avoided the second dung tile from filling completely. He allowed himself a moment to breathe. Noticing how the filth tile bar and his, presumed 'lives’ bar matched. He only had two. He could only be caught one more time before… Back on the tablet, activity. Yosun. Stand, hold the door. His yellow bar reseeded another few steps as he put his weight back to secure the door, but Yosun soon gave up. 
	“Always jammed, certain that Wangui sorted this.” She'd mumble and step into the neighboring stall. 
	Check the sewers, no movement, back to cycling through the camera. Lingering for a moment on the view into the eastern serving area. The 'bullseye' of muck still laid fresh on the wall, with his kitty cranium staring out into the room from the middle of the muck blast. That explained some of the heaps he'd seen previously. But this time he was prepared. Flush, check, legs up, hold the door; a routine was forming, and there, routine begets safety.


After a while, he noticed a new symbol on the tablet: a clock. With its singular digit hand it ticked away slowly. But appeared only when it was past halfway. He shuddered as a nervous breath wafted him in an onslaught of moss born humidity from the walls. Kano peeked at his gauges: The yellow bar laid over halfway full. A good sign, this must be the challenge. The rakshata smacked his face and shook his head. “I go-got this.” the clock ticked away. Flush, flush, door, raise, tablet. Kano's nerves pricked under his skin. His panting and the cerulean gauge shifted and flicked. Closer, closer… five ticks left, four… two… one… 
	The lights dimmed with a downwind of buzz -Bzxxrwwwrt-. The tablet still glowed, illuminating Kano's face, he could hear his own breath caught in his throat. Staring at the clock. It was over. He'd done it? Still a quarter of his yellowed bar too. He started into the door, into the dark. Standing. It was over. He stood, held onto the door, and pushed it open -Crrnnnkk-. 
	On the other side, in the dusky bathroom's gloom stood Wangui. “What do we 'ave 'ere? Just about closing time, lil' puss.”
	Kano's eyelids twitched. “This is unfair…” he mumbled. 
	“Oh, ah know, ah know,” the bovine said and shuffled up to his side, placing a palm on his shoulder, “but businesses ain't staying open forever. But, just before quittin' time, ah'll get ya something worthwhile.” 
	Kano just closed his eyes, waiting for the first, -Thhft- there it was, she grasp around the nape of his neck, hoisting him up into the air and… -Ddpf- setting him down? He was on her back. The first segment right behind her anthro torso.
	“Just a quick trip to the kitchen, ah'll ensure you leave satisfied.” Wangui said with a wink, and set off. 
	Kano felt the rush of wind as Wangui kicked down the toilet entrance and marched through the hall, into the kitchen, where his camera's hadn't reached. It matched the rest of the establishment: cracked marble benches, buckled steel trays, moss and vegetation sprouting from cracks of piles of leftovers. Though the stoves were maintained, and pots lined the counters. 
	Wangui snatched up a bowl and filled it with rice, vegetables, a vibrant bean stew, and shoved it against Kano's chest. “Last meal of the day, aren't you lucky?” 
	The bowl warmed his paws. “I… ah.” 
	“This ain't a time for politeness, just enjoy,” Wangui, insisted, and hoisted the bowl to his face, tipping its contents into Kano's maw. 
	He struggled against her assault. But… it was, good? It was… rustic and hearty with a savory character to its spices, cumin, ginger, fresh peppers. He chugged it all down. -Bbrrrng- A drawn out beep pulled on his attention. The yellow gauge, filled? From a quarter, to half, to nearly full.
	“There ya are, and with that, I'll lead ya out. Only the best service for Wangui Woo Bistro customers. So hold on tight,” she instructed and, turned towards the away, then peeked back over her shoulder, “unless, ya wanna make your stay more… permanent…” 
	There it was. There was the hook. And as she turned away he saw a number glow up before him: ‘3.’ ‘2.’ ‘1.’ 
	He grabbed a hold of her shoulders. 
	‘Go.’ 
	Wangui set off, sprinting into a gallop, the clack of her hooves drumming to the floor. Turning a corner to follow along rows of stations and storages. Another left turn, Kano's grasp started to slip. Another turn, looping back towards the serving areas, running straight into a door. 
	“Ahha,” she cried out and kicked the door down, the launching hop bumped Kano off his grasp, slicking backwards as he stumbled to wrap his twisted hands against their torso below him. His twisted rakshasta palms ached from bearing this much tension in such an awkward position. Kano starting ahead as his yellow gauge dipped in the rush. “Giving you the whole tour bud,” she called back as she slalomed between the tables, swinging around the dividing wall and brushing down the isle of buffet carts. 
	-Dwnnng- -Bwwwop- Kano saw the flicker of the yellow arrow flash before him, pointing right. He held on as she turned, surging down the path she'd hidden from him when he first entered. And then a considerably large left pointing arrow flashed up. 
	“Hooooo eeeey,” Wangui called out as she made a completed U-turn at the entrance, the space between her segments compensating for the turn in a bumpy scramble of fit beef. Kano was knocked from side to side in the turn and felt his bottom graze backwards down Wangui's spine as she turned towards the bathroom again. The swings and archs form the curved hallway had never having been more annoying as it shook Kano to and fro. He noticed a new flashing icon in the bottom left. A low-bit representation of a multi-taur, with a flashing cat face above the taur's second segment. He didn't need to see that, it was just further stressing his nerves. As they bumped out through the opposite doors Kano's frame schooched further, her third segment, two more and… he… but, they had run through the entire establishment, at least they-. 
	“Lets take the scenic route, shall we?” Wangui called out as she rammed through the kitchens, out through the backdoor, and into the night. 
	“Aahaaaaaaa,” Kano cried out as the bovine galloped out past the loading area, barrelling through a fence -Chhrhoth- crashing behind them and into a field lit by nought but a pale silver moon. The terrain grew rugged through the field and into the forest. Wangui's body roved across it smooth as water, but her back shuffled up and down to compensate the rushed strut. Each time Kano tried to secure his grip a tremor shook him off of it. Back on the fourth segment already, clutching onto the white splotch patches in her hide for stability.  
	“Isn't this a rowdy entertainment to finish yer visit? You ever been to a better bistro?Woob goes all out.” she called back in a rousing chuckle. Kano biting his lip as his face was swatted with low hanging branches, following the indicated turnings of the arrows to the best of his ability. But kept sliding backwards. Every skip over a branch or twist around a trunk straining his balance, his yellow gauge dropped below half yet again. 
	Kano felt Wangui's tail flick back against his spine, clutching on for all he was worth, a straight shot down the field. He could see the bistro, spot the parking lot in the distance. Just, a little… longer. As they closed in, Wangui hollered, “Hope you've enjoy ya vist to, Wangui Woo Bistro,” and bucked her rear legs high… the motion cousing through Kano, as he was launched from the cow's hind, staring back at the black fur growing smaller as he faded away in the distance, before gravity took hold, and guided him back into tufts of grass on the field -Twffp-. 
	Kano stared up into the night. 
	Dismissing the little animation that played in the corner, the paw icon lobbed off of the taur bar. 
	“Well, well, seems we got someone not ready ta leave just yet?” Came Wagui's voice. “These fields used ta be so pretty,” she said with glossy eyes looming. “Ta commemorate yer stay, how 'bout we freshen it up? Together, we can make a nice farmable plot here again,” she mused and turned around, “just gotta get ya a bit closer to the earth,” she said. Kano stared up as the cowhind loomed above him, quivering as the two-ton cheeks toppled down onto his head. The buns buried the feline in a squelch of a well marbled steak -Chttwlpfr- with Kano's features smothered into the bountiful cheeks, feeling his face stretching as the bulk clapped into him -Chhfjjjrrl- the feline' face compacted like clay beneath her powerful hind, sprawling to a thin black sheet rounding out the area of her posterior -Chhrlrlpth-. 
	She ground and brushed her cheeks to and fro, plying him into the first, gyrating her hips to smear him firm into her cheeks. 
	“Mmff ms. Haa, one's gotta learn ta be receptive of their surroundings, an’ nature's always got more to give if yer willin' ta listen,” she mused and slowly rose her cheeks up with a crackle of Kano's face peeling off of her bum -Frrllghhrrrlt-. His head left flattened and flustered, ears splayed wide above his chubby rounded head, giving his broad mouth an exaggerated expression of woozy, blushing exhaustion. 
	“And we both' gonna hafta give a lot for this ground to be fertile again, huh?” she said with a smack to her rear, spreading her legs in a dainty squat over the smoshed kitty face. Kano stared up as the pucker flexed out between the broad buns like alife preserver, distending to a putter of frying bacon as the chute gaped and peeled back over a hefty mound of muck -Crrlflfshhrlrlsath-. Seeing the mulch widening her cheek as it budged its way outwards, colon drool glistening over in a sheen of auburn in the silver light of the moon. The turgid mass begging to dip, sturdy sludge warping under its own weight to aim down towards the feline, letting him stare up at the fresh behemoth of creamy cow muck. As it craned down onto him -Chrrllrptpths- the mire clobbered into his cheeks. Manure daubing its soft texture of hot caramel into his sheet-thin fur before it slouched down across his face -Schhrrllpfsths-. Up above, Wangui's pucker dug through the muck and severed the mound's tail to slop down Kano's cheek -Chhrrlpstsh- her winking pit tugging back the pinch of muck housed in her rear and gradually splaying. “Be sure to catch it all with your dung trough of a face down ’ere. Ya'll be a great addition tothe bistro once crops return,” she mused, tucking her thighs in against pairs of her belly to feel the flow of sludge indent its way down her rear. 
	Her brim swelled and strained over slabs of grime, the toffee dense loads appeared liquid as they billowed out of her practised hind before pelting down on the feline below -Chrllprtths- who got to experience the brunt of their sturdiness as they clapped into his face, moulding him into the dirt. Once out form the pressure of Wangui's bowels, they gradually softened, melting together the surrounding mounds and smoothing over Kano's body, carpeting it in the turgid carpet of a steaming mudpie. The pile radiated an aura of bowel brewed beans, each coiling clump sloughing down the sides of the heap mounting above Kano, forcing him deeper into the dirt below. The softer segments shuffled around by the weight above caked his body in its warm embrace, smothering him under the onslaught of Wangui's freshly baked bowel pudding. 
	His yellow gauge dipped as his air gauge depleted, his chest pulsating in its exertion to breath, but he remained sandwiched under a growing pile filling his senses with the bounty of bovine ballast. He wheezed into the pile, shuddering as the weight was only bearing down harder. -Clslptth- Clumps of coagulated gruel drooling out from above to stack onto the ever sloughing, melding mound of manure. 
	


 “Mmf, ah'm certain you'll turn out to prime compost fodder, ain't that fun? You'll get to stay here right by the Bistro, as long as ya want, and don't expect, mfms, yer patronage as feline fertilizer will go unnoticed. Ah'll be checking in come closing time, keep yer plot well-fed.” She flexed her cheek wider over a -Chhwhrgls- clog of mulch crackling past her flanks, and dropping with a -Thhtglps- thud into the stack. Kano saw his gauge dip to a sliver, shuddering in his tomb of sludge, gradually sopping together, sealing in every gap of air… 
	The whoosh of a peach dunked into the mire -Chhrwwppplthtsha squelching together the manure to the tune of throwing grease at a window -Cthhwtgbgbaglpsh-. The weight sandwiching the sludge above Kano into a dense buffer, sculpting out to the contours of the bovine's rear and smearing into this face; the muck becoming an extension of the cow's prize-winning hind to smother him through the weighted blanket of muck -Chhwptthghsh-. 
	And in those gyrating grinds, the last of Kano's stamina petered out into the pile, fading into the kneading smother of the choke hold of the taur's cat-pancaker. The weight of mulch above and dirt below melting into one, and he faded into the grime in one last shudder…  
	“Haa, haven't left a patron dissatisfied yet,” -Fppfhtptat- Wangui mused with a flutter of gas trickling out over the mound below, “and ah don't ever intend ta…”


~ 1 ~


There were no more safety nets for him to fall back on, no mare parachutes to slow his descent. There was one, single paw left lit up in his UI, and this was the time to prove his worth, to bet it all. What else was there? Kano smacked his cheeks as he shuffled back on the toilet, bringing out the tablet to follow through his routine. First the cameras by the restrooms. Lack of activity meant he could take his time. Cycling through the other cameras, still no activity. Checking the sewer camera, ahah, Amaja wasn't in place, seal the sewers. Quick glance away from the tablet. Under the divider on the right, nothing there, under to the left, no pile to flush there, either. Back on the seat, checking through the cameras… and… Still no activity. Sewers. Still showing the wide open pipe, cleared of Amaja, she hadn't returned to her spot yet… then… was she. She must be, in one of the stalls. Check the right, empty. Check the left… also, empty. Back to the cameras. Still no activity. 
	“It's, too quiet…” he mumbled, and huffed taking in the moisture of the moss in the walls. Where… was everyone…? Cycle through again. Still no Amaja, still no activity, the bistro was, empty. “W-where is-.” He froze. If no one was here… then… 


Kano slammed the panel back into the wall and launched out, scuttling through the bathroom door while keeping his eyes peeled and ears sharp. Lichen squelching under his paws as he ran straight down the serving hall to the entrance, water droplets smattering over his fur as he went, but no time to think, just get out while he still. -Cltpsh- The door refused to budge. Again, again, he rattled the handle. Then, through the glass, saw the outside. Broad creeper vines wired and twined around the handles, knotting them together. 
	His pulse picked up in pace, peering to take in his surroundings. Had… had there really always been… this much moss in the bistro? It was sloughing out of the cracks in the walls, knitting together in ribbons of fungi, hanging from the ceiling… 
	Then, the ground around the entrance, buckled -Clltthwdbs-. A shockwave rushing through he floor. And then silence. He recognized this, the only time he'd seen this happen, was at the urinal : Moss mushroomed up through cracks in the ground -frllrpghghh- swathing the entrance in a field of crawling greenery. Kano turned tail and darted away from the tide of floral fuzz, his paws getting soaked as he trawled through dew-laced lichen. It was coming, from everywhere. Where to go, where to go? Adrenaline and instinct brought him back to the bathroom, shutting the door, rushing into his stall and scrambling up onto the seat. Maybe… just, maybe, it still worked like before…? The thrashing of vines crept through the gate -Chrhrspkktcht- closer, closer, through the patter of ground hunting flora, crawling along the floor. Vines, crept under the door. Kano kept his mouth shut, the cerulean gauge dipping as the vines prodded thee ground… -Clft- then withdrew, fading from view. 
	Kano took in a deep breath. 
	-Ckkrkpththal- The toilet erupted beneath him. Fractured shards of porcelain flying into the walls as straps of lichen lassoed his limbs and tore him straight back through the drain. The feline barrelling though the muck entrusted pipes with age-old muck gumming into his coat, brushed through moss -Chhrwpplftah- -Sfsllghsh- as if sinking through a whale's baleen. And he was gone.
	The white text taunted him: 'Show's Over'.


~ 2 ~


The cat’s screams echoed in the pipes ahead, the faint light fading in the twists and turns of the drain as he was spulled deeper, deeper… -Cslpsthahtp- and all at once it opend up, the grasp of the lichen harness coming undone, launching him backwards through a great cavern, faceplanting in a pile of sludge -Ctwhthpfshhat- a smattering around him with a grime of a fresh cowpat. 
	Kano quivered, raising his muzzle out of the filth, staring at an inprint of his head in the dingy mud. The air laid thick. It… was the sewage tank, filled with decades of decaying matter, where Amaja had brought him… but the air was, fresher, damp, petrichor, the smell of rain on fresh loam. He stared, all around, the hillocks and valleys of muck laid swamped in plant matter. Moss, vines, lichen, mushrooms, overgrowth contorting the filth. And it all, swayed, in the wind… faintly. Wait, wind? Here? He peered up, straight ahead at moss covered walls, from which a breeze flowed back, and forth. 
	Then the wall moved -Chhrrth-. It shifted, warbled, locks of vines curving to make room, as the vegetation shifted, to the steps of Yosun threading through the network of moss. The little sheep had grown. She stood towering over Wangui, with her moss-wool draping down her body in a mantle, connecting her back to the sprouting network of moss, infiltrating the sewage tank. 
	“Oh,” she poke with words measured in tar, “the cat burglar.” 
	“Aha…g a… aaa?” Kano mouthed. 
	“Here I thought, you, were supposed to catch my tongue,” Yosun mused as she threaded closer, patches of moss growing ahead of her steps to cushion her hooves, “but, it appears I caught on to a lot more than your little crack-wiper.” 
	Kano stumbled and shuffle backwards, staring all around him. “W-whe…” he wheezed, then cleared his throat to speak. “W-wheres's Amaja?” 
	Yosun halted two steps away from him, the sheep scratching her neck. “A moment,” she said, massaging down her neck as a growl boiled upwards -Grbglooorth-. The gurgle inflated her throat – caught billowing out the casual grasp of her palm – before winding upwards, engorging her cheeks. -Aahhooouurraa- -Pltchrhp- She belched in a bellow as the lump launched through her rattling lips. Knocking into Kano's chest -Cslptaht- leaving an imprint of  aliva, as the beaked skull jammed into a grime dune beside him -Chrrlltpth-. 
	“Haa… delicious, frankly, I can see why they didn't want me feeding down here,” Yosun mused as the towering ungulate leaned down to Kano. In her presence moss flourished in the pile beneath him, a carpet of tangled, plush, spongy mushrooms twining into the texture of the humid clay. “That's none of your concern now, is it?” she mused and clicked her tongue, “Just office politics…, am I right? But I got my wish, I've never felt better, after a feast like this… Can't say I'm,” she smacked her lips, in front of Kano's face, “particularly peckish. But,” she sunk one palm into the mound on Kano's side, trapping him in her sphere of influence. “Does that lil smut-theatre in your head remember what I said before?” 
	“Ah-as, b-but yous…” Kano stammered, his heart pounding out of his chest, showing up in the corner as a pulsing pink tab. 
	“You're adorable when you try,” she mused, “I said… I haven't gotten good pussy in ages within these walls…” 
	She lingered on the last word, hissing into a smile. 
	Kano quivered, swallowing and steeling his lips. “B-but. I'm a g-guy?” 
	Her expression remained unchanged. “Oh, Kano,” she said, cradling his cheek, “you're the biggest pussy around,” she ensured with a velvet voice drooped in nectar, then she scoffed. “Well… perhaps second biggest.” She leaned back, giving Kano a view of her body, as vines and moss swarmed down from her wool and along her crotch, knitting together into patches of veins, settling into a pair of petals. Slowly, the petals parted -Chsffrll- -Ålltch- with a thick slobber of drooling honey right from a bee's nest, unveiling lime green flesh parting into a tulip of pink expanse; a flower near the size of Kano's torso. 
	“Wh-wh,” Kano stammered, staring into the tendrils of sap drawn between the breathing folds of the blooming pussy. “W-what did you d-do with-.” 


“Uutugh,” Yosun groaned as she straddled her arms back against the flourishing carpet of sludge and moss knotted underneath Kano. “Spare me the fluff and give it to me,” she scoffed and arched her whole body into the motion of watching Kano's body overlap with her crotch, burying his lower body in the snatch as she moaned out, “R-rough~.” 
	The budding flower welcomed Kano in its embrace, the outer walls plump and pulsating, undulating in warmth while the lips beneath caressed over the cat's frame in satin strokes of nectar drooling petals. The pressure of the pussy grinding into him rousing tingles through his spine, feeling it drape as it crept up his chest. 
	“Right in there,” Yosun mused as she snatched the back of Kano's head and ground his face into her sensitive bulb, grinding his frame in a gyrating arch of her entire body -Chrrrlsp- slobbering him in pent-up nectar. 
	“Look on the right side, my mmfs, ‘lil pussy pleaser. Better my toy than wasting away in some dirty bovine fart fuel marinade.” She clenched her hips around Kano's face, dipping his head deeper into the silken petal folds, and pinning him in place until he started to squirm. 
	“Mfmsm… See that's good…” she mused and rolled her crotch over his suffocating face, nursing his squirms to savour him through her whole vibrating pussy. “You can get rowdy when you wanna be, even if you are such a ‘lil scary cat. What? Afraid of a sheep offering you a flower? Aren't you adorable…” She ground into him faster, smushing him back into the folds of fungus and muck as his squirms grew more desperate. Then, they snapped back, dislodging Kano's head from her pussy, slumping back into the manure caving in around his frame, dollops of nectar, thick as pears slobbering and crowding Kano's face, slowly swallowing his neck in their molten balm. 
	“Mmfp hah.hahe.” Yosun mused to herself in a chuckle, the vibrations of her laugh rippling through the whole chamber. “We-wet pussy…” she mumbled quickly and stuffed herself back over the feline -Csllptthaht- smothering him in her snatch to make true what she had just said, brushing and grinding onto his damp body between long moans -Shhrlplfth- -Csbfrrlwpth-. Her hips worked into a jount atop the feline, smothering him in the embrace in winding strokes of her crotch. Each shove pushing the cat further back into the mire with a squelch of mud filled button caps -Vwmmp- -Cjrrlsh-. But Yosun wouldn't relent, shuffling forwards with him as she sunk into the mire, grinding her pussy harder, harder, milling him into her luscious petals in a rut that only ramped up in speed, or intensity -Chsrllpth- -Chsrllprth-. 
	“Mfmfa psha, aah yesh, just a pussy scrubber to clean out my aching flower, mfms. Your coat is cozy when you are damp, afraid, and aroused,” the sheep snickered as she drove herself into him harder, carving through the muck and moss around them to the grind of a tractor wheel chugging through a swamp of taffy -Gbhrglgpthsh- -Hhgjjrrlsh-. Dunes of mulch broadened out around Kano as Yosun sloughed into him to the bubbling growl of mulch and crumbling lichen. 
	Under the onslaught of the her lap Kano struggle to keep his air gauge from depleting, breathing in the rosy musk of her snatch was mellowing his frame and easing his muscles. His gaps for air growing faint and irregular as he was dredged through the muck. 
	“MFmfs phaa, right there…” she mused and hammered into the fuzzy anvil harder, swabbing him down under the sprouting carpet of mushrooms and moss webbed dung. Their process halted as she swabbed and planted herself atop him, gyrating to sweep her juices and the surrounding gunk over his face in a doughy paste… 
	“Mfmpsgmapsgh,” Kano whimpered, wheezing into her as she pounded him down. Soon, it wasn't just his muscles feeling mellow and relaxed, but his skin. Under the milling grind of roused velvet petals bearing down on him, Kano felt his frame smoothening, polished and smearing back, concaving in on himself as the sleek, satin petals guided his body into a shape more suitable for servicing the dryad’s needs. Coat and skin soaked in nectar, blemished by their lust into a pearly pale as his form plastered into the suction of her snatch, and smeared into the mud underneath him. 
	Her fluids drooled past him, soaking through fur and feeding into the flora below, Kano feeling the mushrooms and lichen with a texture of manure folding and winding at his back, crawling upwards in slobbering tendrils of humid cement. 
	“Mfm sampan ah… so soft, you'd melt for me? Would you? Melt so I can savour every last drop…” Yosun moaned in her pleasure, arching her snatch along Kano's frame in long, sultry slips -schrrlpt- slclpshtahptg-. 


Fed by the nectar and kneaded by the lips, Kano's body puffed up to a bundle of marshmallow, moulding and melding outwards under the pressure of the snatch above to steamroll across the carpet of flora below him, flowing in the drooling snatch syrup and melting fluids of his body, the folding network of vines and lichens drowning and wilting; decomposing under him with the manure into a dough of raw mulch. In the flash of light he got as Yosun scrubbed off of his melting, smothered face, he saw his yellow bar dropping, then rising, and fluctuating in a jagged motion. The cerulean bar flatlining, only to slowly fill in with a stark, lime green. The brown tiles lighting up, but flickering in between auburn and a ghostly purple with a pale cream outline. Everything, was melding together… His body knead and rolled out flat, bulldozed by the lubricated rolling pin of Yosun's snatch, a soggy, flat, mellow pancake delving deeper into the coagulating compost beneath him, all the while in the corner of his eyes he saw the craters around him sinking form broad brushes of moss and plants, crowned in buds that swelled and bloomed into white and black striped flowerpots with a glistening amber pistil. He could… feel the flower. And as he felt Yosun's crotch smothering him, pounding into him, battering him and spanking him into a flat sheet of Kano dough. He melted, his frame melding in with the tar and loam underneath, fermenting, putrefying, and all at once feeding something new, siphoning into Yosun's folds. Kano grew humid, damp, and sluggish in each brush and pummel -Sshflrlprg- -Clslgpthth- -Ckrlrspthsht-. 
	“MMWmmso… soft skies, I've missed, a pussy like you,” she wheezed out, reeled back, spreading her flower wide into a full bloom, and let herself fall. She landed on the pale heap of Kano pudding with a smatter that burst like bubbled soap full of jam -Sssspbbtlluchtch-. Her snatch moulded down over the mound of mulch smearing the Kano-pancake flat. Her whole form vibrated in a symphony of satisfaction, panting and rutting as the feline succumbed, wasting away. 
	


“Mfmpah. Haa… ha…” she huffed with a broad, dreamy smile. She shuffled backwards, standing with a crinkle of fresh glue drooling from the snatch as a web of sludgy tendrils tethered her putty to the mound below -Shhpwwlrt- -Chhrrlst-. A broad, vague imprint of white blemished the mulch, surrounded by a ring of flora in bloom. Petals fell, wisping through the air and landing down in the crater of filth. 
	Yosun's breathing labored through her chest, her wool writhing and bolstering in its verdant girth. She regained her breath, stepping back, glancing down the trench through the fertilizer she'd ploughed the kitty through; moulted under her lust until he was nothing but nourishment and sap. 
	“Really just a skid mark… wherever you go,” she mused and caressed her petals, dipping her hand in the cloudy marshmallow fluff drooping down her drapes. “Mmf…” she grunted, rubbing harder. The surrounding moss pulsating, the room, trembling. 
	“Frmmghhrrt,” frustration tinged her moans as she prowled her snatch, met with worried reverberations of the living grotto around her. 
	Anger faded into long breaths, slowly folding up her petals. “More…,” she muttered, “this place… needs Fresh, meat…” She found herself chuckling, straining her back, and breathing in the floral air. “Wangui Woo Bistro, has to open its gates again…” 
	Her laughter boomed through the sewage room, through the moss infected catacombs, to the lichen lined drains and floors of the bistro. The drooling pattern of vegetation breached the outside of the establishment: Half building, half grassy knoll along a silent highway. -Bbb-bbz-bzbbrt- That's when the lights sparked back to life.