Pom Bear and I

Chapter 6: Eruptions and Ruptures

I unclenched...

And so the flood began.

My posterior stung as my river banks burst, the eruption spued the warm and thick liquid out of my anus. What had long been brewing was finally relieved in a brazen brown waterfall which trickled down my leg.

The relief was immense. At least for the first quake: there was no preparation for the aftershocks.

My face gurned as the flood gates opened once more- for the second time. The smooth watery liquid had been replaced with a thick, cement-like mixture. Lumpier and far more painful to squeeze out. I can almost be certain that my digestive enzymes had been having a day off after witnessing what had been backlogged in my digestive tract.

"Owie!!!" I cried!

I felt a tear: something had ruptured!

"Ew" said The Elder.

I looked to my hands, they were still cupping the pensioner crisp. A fine, handsome crisp. Oh! What an embarrassment to have been seen in such a state!

I looked ashamedly to the puddle of diarrhea that I was stood in.

I hung my head in shame.

Alas! A gentle hand lifted my chin (not literally as its arm would've snapped, humans underestimate the mass of their heads, it was more of a gesture to look upward) it was The Elder; eyes that could speak a thousand words met with my own.
But this time they only spoke to me one: solidarity.

"Now, we've all been there haven't we?" they gestured to the biological mess I had made.

The Elder smiled, a reassuring flash of crisp teeth.

"Only last Tuesday was I wading in my own feces, there is no shame in what comes out of your-"

I thought it was just the passing of gas, oh how I was wrong, how could I make such a premature mistake? A projectile exuded outwards, specifically a small solid lump.

I took no notice, neither did The Elder. Looking back I should've done, seen the signs, been more careful-

I held them closer. My heart pattered, so did my gut but we both ignored the rumbles. Maybe, just maybe The Elder could be my chance, my salvation, maybe I could be whole again, but my Pom Bear...

No. Pom Bear was dead. A full day had passed without them: 24 long hours. But I couldn't ignore the signs; I was falling again, this time for The Elder.

This wasn't what I wanted, but it was what I needed. What I lusted. I needed to be loved.

And so I kissed The Elder. Fireworks went off in my body, how happy I now felt!

They'd seen it all, rising from the goo was the brown stained crisp, the projectile, which now lacked both legs and an arm, but still their identity was certain, unlike their death...