Brittany was immediately engulfed by warmth. She registered three things:
The first was that it was getting hot in here, so ta.
The second was that no matter show hard she squinted or strained her tired eyes, all she could see was black.
The third was that the voice she'd heard upon being ass vored was now silent.
Then she began sliding downwards.
Brittany's eyes watered due to the suffocating heat, too disoriented to scream for help. A few moments stretched out to what felt like hours to the abg before she finally landed on a flatter surface with a squelch.
Though there was now a place to sit, it was slightly curved and Brittany felt disturbed being behind the magaghony coloured walls which were tainted with splatters of pale yellow and matcha milk tea, 50 percent sweetness, low ice, topped with tapioca pearls green.
It was almost like a stomach.
From her left, Brittany heard the voice again.
"Yo!" It cried, brokenly.
Brittany nearly sprained her neck whipping it around following the sound. She spotted a tuft of black hair sinking under the surface of a liquidy brown die or ria puddle. She blinked (chewy from) twice, trying to make sense of the situation.
"Chase?" She questioned.
"Hurry, help!!" He screamed.
Brittany sprung into action. She lunged towards his hair and grabbed it in a fist. Chase gurgled urgently, signaling the waste had risen to cover his mouth and nose.
She had to act fast.
She tugged his hair upwards, hositing his body into the hair. Chase felt surprisingly light for his very beefy figure. Brittany didn't know how poop puddle physics worked, but she was grateful for this.
Chase gasped and spluttered, trying to even out his breathing pattern. Brittany lovingly pinched his nose, forcing the poop causing his nostril blockage to fall out. Next, her gentle hands flew to Chase's mouth to brush the brown substance off there as well.
He grabbed Brittany's wrist.
"Bon't," he slurred, huskily.
"Its bree lib balm."
Brittany obliged, drawing her fingers away. Her eyes then flew to the boy's left hand, where he was clutching a long brown stick.
Immediately, Brittany made a grab for it, mistaking it as waste.
"Babe, wait!" Chase exclaimed.
"It's not a stick of poop, it's a stick of branch!! I saw it swimming in that toxic pool and went after it, knowing I could use it to stab my way out. That's how I got stuck."
Brittany clicked her tongue understandingly.
"How long have you been in here?"
"Maybe four hours? Chewy from Twice got mad when I told her we went to the Ťřé. She saw me walking back home after we.,..,. High fived."
Brittany felt her face heat up hearing Chase say that out loud. She pretended not to be flustered as she asked when they were going to start stabbing.
"Now," was Chase's response. He stayed true to his word, charging at one of the walls of the ass angrily, charging his stick against it.
Brittany beat the flesh of the booty with her fists.
The red walls gave away to vibrant orange ones. They reminded Brittany of Chase's volleyball uniform, so of course she licked them hungrily.
Mmm, chicken tendies.
Orange become yellow, and finally, the ass broke away to green.
The couple tumbled out into the grassy field, laughing triumphantly. Even though this had been the shittiest day of her life, Brittany didn't feel shitty at all.
