Prisoner of Love

Chapter 10

"Guuuuurrrrrrlllllll, you stank. The stench of your butt gas lingers. You desperately need to bathe," Simon drawled.

Ashton leaped onto my shoulder and squeaked. "Oh sorry. I forgot you don't speak in the tongue of squirrels. I know where a river is located and it is perfect for Mr. Bubbles," Ashton said. "Michael onto the River Styx!"

Michael whinnied in agreement and promptly galloped to the river. Then I spied a river that flowed like the ever flowing edges of my soul. "Beauteous beauty," I sighed.

"It's like a baby coming out of the pelican for the first time," Simon marveled. We all looked at him. What in the whole pooping world does that describe?! I shook my head to rid it of Simon's nonsense.

I double twisty-pretzel vaulted off of Michael's back and trotted to the river. I was about to strip when I remembered that Simon was there. "Simon, don't look," I gasped.

"Ewww, I would never. Plus I'm leaving this infernal place. Bathing is for the weak."

I took out the gun that was hidden under my petticoat to save for later. Oddly it smelled a bit like chocolate. Transitioning, I peeled my uniform from my body that was stuck to me like a river of sweaty sweat. A couple of poop pellets slipped from my japanties (father imported the panties from Japan). They must have slid down my butt-track during the intense farting session. I slinked into the river, my buttermilk bosoms jiggling with the sheer power of my strut. I sighed when the magical water swept over and engulfed me.

"Booty, booty, booty, booty!!!" a sexy male voice called. I would recognize that voice anywhere.

"PAUL!" I screamed racing out of the water and throwing myself at him. He hugged me back fiercely. After a long hug and many tears I remembered something. "Oh poopers MgGee! I'm naked."

"Uh-huh," Paul smiled his eyebrows waggling. "You're so bootyful."

"Ugh, perv," I farted in his face for a warning. "Abstinence is the key."

"Booty," Paul muttered dreamily.

I put my clothes on much to everyone's disappointment.

We heard a crash in the woods. I quickly dragged Paul into a nearby bush. I shushed him.

"You can't keep on hiding like this. I'm going to hide you in my man-cave bungalow."

I gasped, "B-bbut I can't ruin your man-cave."

"It would be worth it for you," Paul whispered.