Monster Musume scribble

     “You know, I really don't see why darling was so concerned about using these non-organic foods” Miia said as she cut up her omelet. “They taste just fine to me.”

    “Indeed; Perhaps his worry was unfounded, but his concern is nevertheless appreciated~” Mero swooned, savoring the succulent flavor of the roasted salmon. “Being able to purchase such stock in bulk must also be of great relief for him. No more after-eve shopping ventures for our host, and I must admit that I dare might become used to such wonderful breakfasts!” she giggled, passing the salt to Papi.

“Speaking of (riiiip) breakfast, shouldn't Cerea be (crunch) back now? ” the jail-bait said as she tore a chunk of meat off her turkey leg with the side of her mouth, splattering caramel skin flakes upon the faces and bosoms of her two roommates. Before Miia could crush the bird's ribcage in her coils, a heaving thud against the side of the house broke the tension. The three girls exchanged puzzled glances, then made way for foyer. They heard sounds of wheezened panting from the other side of the door and a putrid stench wafted its way up from under the crevasse. The three withdrew, gasping through their mouths as Mero held Papi's nose shut for her.

    “Cripes what the hell is that stin–” Miia broke off, her disgust drowned out as the door came tumbling down on to her.

    “V...veh...ooof, verily th-that...was a...huff...that was a fine...huff...morning sprint…!!!" Centorea bellowed, placing her hammy fists on her hip and raising filly-sized lump of blubber she called a right fore-knee up in triumphant pose. She looked like a mockery of the very principles of athleticism—a heaving mound of useless meat and retained fluids barely able to maintain a pose without sending herself into a wobbling discord. Sweat saturated her running top so thoroughly Mero could count the carrot flakes peppering her cleavage, too say nothing of the tip of the soda can and it's straw nestled in the deepest valley of her breasts, let alone the fact that the garment was stretched so tight that it was but a bra, leaving a porcelain white belly sagging freely.
    Poor Papi was closest to her, her grimacing face just inches from the thick fog of rancid mist hovering across the centaur's bovine underbelly. Drooping siderolls hung from her like drenched clothing, mercifully trapping the fetid mist as they skimmed the fallen door. Was it runner's high or lightheadedness keeping her from acknowledging her cowering friends?

    “Nay, twas it not for...for...that all too...pant...common condition af--afflicting runners the...mercy...world over, I'd have soundly bested madam Polt's peasantry…. record of…. 42 kilometers! Now to away to yonder…ZOUNDS!!!” The titan shrieked; set off balance and sent tumbling against the wall by Miia's desperate thrashing. The poor girl sucked in a deep breath once freed, turning lime green as both her tongue and nose were bombarded by the now-scattered misty veil. She leapt behind Mero like a coiled spring, dashing into the kitchen and plunging her tongue into container of milk on the table, splattering her blouse as she rocked her head back and chugged to purge the scent and taste. Peering out the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Centorea taking the entire wall down with her as she fell.

    “Are you alright d-dame Centorea?” Mero gasped as the dry wall powder swirled around her. At least it masks her B.O….she thought to herself, wheeling backward and pinching Papi's cheek to rouse her coma. “I say, are you alright dame Centor—oh goodness!” she yellped as Cerea's tire-thick legs began to kick wildly. Liquid blades of sweat and grime from folds lost to time flew through the air like javelins, fumes trailing behind them like green banners. The frightened guppy wheeled out of the hallway like a Buick out of dodge, dropping Papi and leaving the girl to her fate.

    “Curse...curse my weakened legs...for surely I doth worked them too…too hard this morn…” Cerea panted, trying her best to right herself. “Yes friends, I am…I am uninjured, but I must ask thou lot bequeath me thine assistance lest I...lest I...erm…lift mine tail...” she blushed, running a wad of wide fingers across her sides. A pool of sweat formed beneath her from the effort, causing the hand she tried to prop her torso up with to slip and bury her face between her football sized breasts. If Miia wasn't busy fighting down a heart attack, would she have heard the munching of a day old carrot being chewed up between the milking mountains?

    “Oh god, oooooooh god Mero we have to hurry!” the scarlet serpent shouted, wraping Mero's wheelchair up in her tail and sending her sliding towards Lala's room. “Go get heeeeelp!!!” she shrieked. Papi is down, Mero's chair would slide out from under her with the extra weight, Rachnera is out with darlingthatcheapfloozyI'llgetherlater forthisI'msuresheplannedallofitand it's too late to call MON oh mama I hope my papa was a strong man! Miia squealed silently, nibbling her fingertips as she slid into place. Taking a deep, deep breath she coiled half her length around Cerea, nearly losing her breakfast as dripped out of her like a wrung washrag onto her scales.
   
    Grabbing the base of the stairwell with her hands, she wagged the rest of her tail across the slimy floor until she found the remainder of the doorway. “Ok Cerea, just…just try to hold it in for me!” Miia cried, holding back tears as pushed and pulled till she was red(er) in the face. Chills shot down her spine as she tightened her coil and felt the shifting of…of things she'd rather not think about within her friend's cavernous bowels and the life-or-death tension of the situation reaffirmed itself for her.

    “My appreciations runeth over...Miia, thou art truly...a friend…in neighed!” Cerea mumbled, pulling her head up from her breasts and quickly swallowing her emergency carrot. She placed her cloven cankles against the floor as quickly as the lengthy lass pulled, her face turning a darker shade of red than Miia's scales despite the lamia's assistance. It was hard for Miia to gauge how much strength she could afford to put into the effort without dooming herself to being at ground zero when the bomb dropped, but together they managed to right the behemoth.
    “Most excellent!” Cerea cheered, clapping her hands and ignoring how Miia's chest was thumping hard enough for her tits to spin. “Now if thou wouldst be so kind as to clear way to the maiden's stall…ahem” the centaur continued, giving a soft kick to the snake's behind to get her moving.

    It's not even 9:00AM yet... Miia moaned. In the corner of her tired eye she saw the grinning form of a hungry death god drooling over her soul, springing up like a frightened sidewinder and hiding behind Cerea's tank ass.

    “Aye, what's all this on about now?” Lala's head asked, balanced perfectly on the fourth and lowest roll of glazed backfat. Her body tapped Miia's shoulder and discretely handed her a pink triangle. Blushing, Miia snatched her unmentionables from the shrinking violet and began stammering before being cut off by Cerea.

    “Lala...removeth your...head from yonder perch…at once! There is a...delicate matter that must...be attended to with swift hayste...” the centaur blushed, her lower torso rocking wildly as three meters of large intestine hurried along the long process of emptying themselves. The dullahan's baggy eyes grew stark white as her housemate's tail shifted ever so slightly and sprayed her body with the musk of countless GMO-packed carrots, cabbages, onions, and countless other veggies.
    “Oh my, how unlady like of me~” Cerea said, putting her stubby fingertips to her dimpled face and blushing like an innocent school girl as her friends gagged on smoke denser and more pungent that the worst tear gas.

    Cerea's blush deepened as she felt two pairs of hands sink up to their elbows into her rump, boots and scales pushing wildly as fear drove them on. The lavatory was just down the hall, and Miia thanked Smith from the bottom of her three-chambered heart that the stalls were segregated to give the girls adequate privacy. If she and Lala were lucky, it would only take the cleaning crew two days to cover up the musk…

    Speaking of, the poor LARPer's head was having the worst time of it. Cerea's fat was too giving for her to roll off, and that meant she not only had to endure the torrent of sweat coursing around her neck, but the funk trapped behind those blubber mounds where Cerea's armpits used to be. Her body didn't dare waste a second retrieving her; she could 'see' the quadruped's anus begin to twitch more with each step. She and Miia had Cerea just upon the door when another burst of gas escaped the valley of death, this time pumping poor Lala's trachea full of fumes as the girl put leaned forward to put her back and shoulder into her effort. She went from blue to green in less than three seconds, slipping on the trail of sweat-slime and laying ass up in the hallway as her head spun in place in delirium.

    Nauseous beyond all reason herself, Miia braced her whole length against the oposing wall to force the literal fat-ass through the lavatory. The door was broken clean off by the soft sets of hips, and Miia resigned herself to exhaustion as she landed face first on the cool tile floor. The last thing she saw before going dark was Lala's head still wedged in Cerea's back fat, the latter not noticing she was still there as her tail flicked over and she spread her hams…