The Funger Games

Chapter 11

PU led the way along the edge of the forcefield before arriving at a clearing. A boy from district two stood there and whipped around immediately.

Without hesitation, the boy picked up his spear and drove it into PU's chest. Katpiss responded quickly and shoved the tribute's face between her legs. She squeezed as hard as she could and his head burst into bits. The bits scattered all around her, along with bits of shit that squeezed out with the immense force she was using. The smell emanating from her vagina probably didn't do him any favors either. It was putrid.

Katpiss looked around and saw PU on the ground writhing. Before she could make it there, announcer Foot-Arch Heavanspee came over the loudspeaker. He loudly announced that both tributes from a single district could win.

"Puta," Katpiss thought to herself.  She ignored PU's cries for help and started running towards her old climbing tree.

At the tree, Katpiss sighted a trail of blood. She followed the trail along a stream before a familiar smell graced her nose. Poo.

Katpiss and her whore-boyfriend Jail always engaged in poo-play—as Jail had a strong kink for it. He claimed all the incarcerated men in jail taught him their tricks at shower time.

Katpiss followed the smell until it was unbelievably pungent. She walked tenderly and her foot landed in something soft. A moan was uttered from the ground.

"Puta?" Katpiss cried. "Di—did you camouflage yourself in...in shit? Also sorry for stepping on your cock."

"No worries Katpiss, I love the pain. Cumtoe ointmented my peen and it's never been better! And yes, I did camouflage myself in shit! Jail taught me after the soaking ceremony!"

"God I love that smell. But why camouflage? Where's Cumtoe?"

"Well he got pretty angry over that stunt you pulled with PU. He was angry you got away and lashed out at me. I was wounded and hid to avoid being killed. I only stuck with him because I love him and thought I could survive."

"Well I'm glad you're okay," Katpiss started, licking the shit off of Puta with her tongue. "Mhm, this is scrumptious, simply delectable."

Puta moaned in both pleasure and pain. "Katpiss, I love Cumtoe and your whore boyfriend but I love you more and I'm glad you're here. We can win this together now." Puta screamed in pain. Cumetoe's knife probed deep and infection was starting to set in.

"We need ointment for your wound," Katpiss remarked, looking up from licking shit. "How will we get some?"

"Well Haybitch always said to exploit our love to get Capital favors," Puta said through clenched teeth. "You could kiss me...unless you hate me...do you hate me Katpiss?"

"No, no I don't hate you Puta. I've just been trying to keep a good moral image. And I couldn't get too attached to you because up until an hour ago, there could only be one winner!"

"Well the rules have changed, haven't they...Katpiss"

"Yes, yes they have," said Katpiss, leaning over Puta. The two began kissing and Puta flipped Katpiss over. He rammed into Katpiss and popped her Capital BBL. The popping made a loud thunderclap but it didn't deter Puta. He continued steadfastly.

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[CUMTOE POV]

KRPPP

"Someone's BBL popped." I said aloud. Glimmer didn't seem to care. She was engrossed in sharpening her knives.

I looked up and racked my brain. Puta couldn't've gotten very far from his injuries. He had to be nearby and he had to be the one who popped a BBL.

"Katpiss!" I yelled.

Glimmer looked up in contempt. "Let the Hellve boy go, Cumtoe," she sighed.

"I can't, Glimmer. He's messing with Katpiss, I know it. Especially since the rules changed."

I grabbed my spear and walked in the direction of the pop. It wasn't long until I found the star-crossed lovers.

I stand by the couple, unbeknownst to them and grunt. Puta freezes and I set my spear down. I let my gaze meander to Puta's face and I transfixed on his soft mouth.

"I mean no harm."

I ease behind Puta and push him down with a single movement of my arm. He's thrown against Katpiss and his chest touches hers.

I place my hand on his naked behind and fondle his cheeks. They're like pizza dough—elastic and squishy.

Before I can continue a present drops down from the sky. Katpiss runs from under Puta to collect the package.

"I'm going to kill her," I whisper to Puta.

"No, please!" Puta urges in a needy response. "I love her."

The words hit me with a pain probably likened to when I stepped on Puta's balls. I was speechless—out of breath. My eyes welled up with tears and I ran into the forest without my pants and without killing Katpiss. Puta may have called but I didn't hear him.