From the Victor's penthouse in the Capitol, Katpiss stood unsettled. She could've written the feeling off as a product from months of press, but she felt like it was something more. Her emotions had been on a high and she could not control her cravings when it came to food. Something was definitely off, and she was going to get to the bottom of it.
"Puta, you mentioned during our press run last year that you had an impeccable sense of smell." Katpiss asked questionly
"I do," Puta chirped back.
"Smell me."
Puta got down on both knees and inhaled deeply. His eyes rolled back in his head and he began to foam at his mouth. A smell of sewage wafted to Katpiss's nose and she doubled over in nausea. From her folded over vantage point, she could tell that Puta had crapped himself. She couldn't lie that she was kinda turned on as she reminisced about her days with Jail and his shitnanigans.
"What do you smell?" Katpiss said, fighting to keep her clothes on from the smell. The smell was releasing a animalistic pleasure in her.
"Shh, I am working bitch" Puta growled back. He inhaled another big whiff and then halted. "Oh my God, Katpiss, you are pregnant"
"That's great Puta. Oh my—"
"Stfu whore. There's not just one baby."
"There's more than one?"
"You're having twins."
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The Funger Games
FanfictionCOMEDY!! A comedic smut that is based upon the Hunger Games. All the favorite characters and storyline are there, with a little extra spice. Enjoy! - there is a lot of comedic poop jokes reader beware - a collaborative piece by H and W! ❤️
