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KITTYSLUT TRIBE

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Part Three

Dusk yawned over the horizon, dim constellations glowing in its throat. Cervi and Mika sat naked on the prow of the steamboat, deer poof wiggling and cat tail swaying, their little toes leaving furrows in the reflection of the violet clouds; behind them and through the noise of the crowd a toddlercub lit the oil lamps that dangled from the boat's awning as he rode piggyback on a fisherman, his little cock smearing pre all over the nape of the man's neck while the boat swayed with the gentle rocking of the river's waves and the rhythmic obliteration of two dozen squealing toddlercunt passengers by cock and fist and foot, fore and aft.

A one-year-old waddled past, swaying his butt whorishly as was the norm for kittens who had been fucked as fetuses. A little loose cum splashed from the one-year-old's gaping boycunt onto the pink-purple insignia painted just above Cervi's cocklet.

"Did I ever tell you what it means?" asked Cervi, scooping the cum up with two fingers and plugging them thoughtfully into his mouth. Mika, after losing a chunk of his memory, dying for the first time, and getting aboard this giant magical moving metal canoe, thought too much at one time to do much else than shake his head in response.

"Souls!" Cervi said. "The pink part is the souls without a body, like babies before they get born. The purple part is the ones who already had a body, so, like, a really cute gooey tentacle ghost. That's how I imagine 'em, anyway. When you mix those you get the dot right in the middle: magenta! That's us! We're like born and dying! Cool, right?!"

Cervi was leaning forward, eager for feedback.

Mika blinked. "Dying isn't s'posed to be... cool."

The deerboy, relentless, digressed: "Okay, but... and the little circle growing bigger part, that's like how a baby grows up in someone's belly, right? Or... or just like how we grow up in gen--"

"Let's go find that tiger," Mika said, standing and stretching. It was plain any shiverings which might've remained from his rebirth were gone now; only a frustrated thirst for answers remained. Why had he blacked out? Why was his tribe now the Kittyslut Nature Reserve?

Cervi pouted and trailed behind.

Every cub on the steamboat had been stripped by now. Once the shorts and loincloths had come off all of their soft, pudgy little thighs, it was obvious which ones were country boys: they were all nervous, shivering, covering their shame with both hands, blushing at everyone else's nudity-- or they were curious and comfortable but still painfully vanilla, sucking their thumb instead of a cock, clutching their daddy's hand and staring on with confusion while the kittysluts who had been raped daily from the moment they'd left the womb or earlier yanked their bouncy little fuck-pillow buttcheeks apart and begged for an innard-bruising from whichever cock happened to be free at the moment.

Cervi and Mika watched a curvy six-year-old from Ari's tribe toddle over and present himself to three rhinos in their 30's, his fat butt painted up with mineral dyes that glittered in the remnants of sunset. Like the rest, the rhinos were naked, grey cocks hanging thick as a buff dude's bicep, but they wore golden wristwatches too expensive for fishermen or farmers, and their guts stuck out farther than even the laziest countryman. One of them, the leader, grabbed the six-year-old by the throat and landed a few right hooks on his face whilst casually talking business with the others, denting the cubcunt's bubbly cheeks and wracking spasms through his tiny body.

"-- So I said no, of course not, it's strictly business," he explained. "And she laughs! I mean, yeah... maybe not strictly--" he spit in the catboy's bleeding mouth-- "business, but we're not here to fill out the fucking paperwork, we're here for two reasons: oversee the eruption, and besides that just observe. She doesn't seem to get that a good observation would take into account tightness, cock affinity, fertility rates, how smooth a lube their crushed fetuses make..."

He dropped the six-year-old to the deck and kicked him away, where two teens from Ari's tribe started playing soccer with his pudgy, limp body. Mika tried not to think about what he'd just overheard and gripped Cervi's hand too tight, pushing onward, ignoring all the cocks that smeared against his cheeks while Cervi had his tongue out like he was catching snowflakes, groping their greasy nuts with his one free hand, trying desperately to be a good deerslut even on the go, but then something grabbed Cervi and jerked them both back-- a rhino.

The leader.

He ignored Cervi completely and went straight for Mika.

"Hello again. Thought I recognized you, cutie. Have a good breakfast this morning?"

Mika remembered breakfast going dark and waking up among cryptic symbols of his own unconscious design hours earlier. His temper flared.

"Hey-- wait, you--"

But the flood of questions was stemmed by the rhino's fat, dribbling cockhead, which popped neatly between Mika's lips and, with some force, sunk halfway down his throat, smearing rotted cockgrease along the warm walls of his esophagus. Cervi backed off a little and watched with a smirk while the rhino grabbed Mika's head with one massive hand and smushed the next half down too, bottoming out in the pit of the six-year-old kitty's tummy and most definitely breaking his jaw.

"Remember me now?" the rhino asked, bouncing Mika's face harder against his sweat-slick mess of pubes, burying the boy's button nose while strings of phlegm and bile spluttered from his nostrils and he started to suffocate for the second time that day. "'Course you don't. You didn't get drugged up 'cause you're special, you know. The boys downriver from your lot are a much--" he grabbed his nuts in a fist and forced them too inside Mika's permanently open cock-holster of a mouth, each popping to one side and making his cheeks bulge out cutely-- "firmer fit. But whatever. You all react to the chemical the same way, that's what's important. Can't let only the sluttiest babycunts have all the fun tonight, y'know... even prudes like you need to be accounted for."

Mika's face was going blue, his little cocklet leaking involuntarily against his bulged-out stomach. The rhino pulled off for a second to let him get three ragged breaths, then rammed back inside and released a murky brown gush of piss down the kitten's windpipe as a bonus. Mika gagged hard while hot urine filled his lungs, strangers laughing at him and slapping his exposed ass. Darkness ate at the corners of his vision.

Cervi stepped in. "Ummm, we kinda had some plans, so if you could just let him--"

The rhino glared. "Don't act like you can tell me what to do, healer. You're still a snuffslut, even if I'm not allowed to treat you like one."

He knelt and then shoved Mika's head to the ground out of sheer laziness, jackhammer-fucking the kid's bleeding mouth, bouncing his noggin agianst the deck. Then he brought them ~big guns~ out and started beating Mika's piss-pregnant tummy in, forcing little drips of pee to spurt from his bellybutton. Then, abruptly, it turned to caresses, Mika shivering with a well-tossed salad of emotions as the rhino massaged his little taint and groped so expertly his bruised innie, even managing to sink a finger directly inside it; eyes rolled-up, temper completely neutralized, Mika could only mewl and and gasp for air as his winded belly was molested from a cunt he never knew existed.

One of the rhino's fists closed around his throat and the other punch-fucked his belly button open and pulverized his cute innards. Onlookers clapped and cheered.

A little blood splattered on Cervi's embarassed smile. He licked it up and whipped out a purple vial from behind his ear, uncorked it with a cute little *pop*, put it to his lips-- and inhaled. Inside, the violet stuff rose up as a swirling cloud, stray tendrils licking along his relaxed expression.

He coughed a little as his tendrils extended, and the rush of new life lanced between his finger-joints. "Just tell me when you're done, 'kay?"

The rhino was fitting his cock into Mika's brand new tummycunt. "It'll be a while."

~

"Let the festival BEGIN!"

The moment the sun sunk below the horizon, a surge of jubilance went up around the summit-- but it was detracted by high-pitched squeals of fear. Something was moving up the river; something with lanterns. The toddlers who weren't tied up or impaled on a cock all ran to the edge, most having seen no more than a canoe with a torch in their lifetimes, and channeled their excited anticipation for the festival into a frenzy of panic, screaming about boat demons and spookish will-o-the-wisps-- which were spirits that took on the form of huge dicks poking from the river in attempts to lure poor, stupid babysluts into its rushing depths.

"Don't panic," Ari said. "Change of rules this year, remember? Kizzo set up some transportation for my tribe, since your festival spot is so far from ours. It's not a monster, it's a steamboat."

"IT'S A BOAT MONSTER?!"

"No, it's literally just a boat."

"Does it have teeth?"

"No."

"Does it have a weiner~?"

"No! What!?"

All around the rim of the summit's grassy bowl, boys and teens from every distant corner of the tribe were pouring in, bringing with them splendid arrays of fruit and shaggy pets who bounded into the crowd at the sight of new butts to sniff. The sun was hanging by a finger on the horizon, but even still Aero recognized the silhouettes of a chubby bunch, seldom seen near the river, who had burrowed into Mt. Elkhorn's neighbouring crags and made their home among the relaxing steams of the hot springs there. Every one of them was huffing, sweaty and exhausted from the climb; a couple of the toddler-toilets that Aero had just finished fitting with ring-gags had their faces slammed between fat, greasy asscheeks and their little throats gaped open with many a spluttering explosion of shit saved up dutifully for the whole of their journey here.

Realizing he was actually done all his work, Aero went on a short tour to double check all the preparations: towards the edges there were wooden scaffolds and places to sit, as well as new additions for this year: boxes marked SLUT DUMPSTER, some of which already had broken babycunts piled up cutely inside them, their ruined holes dripping with creamy pink cum. A sign had been erected (lol) above Tymu's cave: HEALER, and a line had formed outside already: the patients included a gnawed-on, beaten five-year-old, a still-twitching baby whose jaw had obviously been broken due to a brutal throat-fisting, and a pregnant two-year-old holding desperately to a twenty-year-old's choke-hold while the latter raped his womb empty. The reanimation of fetal fucksludge was a new fad among the fringes, it seemed.

Aero moved on. Karenin was behaving like a good slut-puppy, showing none of his wolfish ferocity. Instead, he had his tummy to the ground and his hind legs extended, showing off his fat canine pucker as it glistened with filth. Finally a teen took him up on the offer, grabbing a fistful of the mutt's fur and hilting in that drippy pucker, forcing a log of wolfshit to squish out and soak both of their furs brown. Karenin whined and made adorable little gaggy noises as a toddler sunk his little fist past the ring-gag, down the wolf's throat, and happily punch-fucked the puppy as hard as he could.

The little one-year-old Aero had convinced to become a toilet looked around nervously, eyeing the backside of every passerby, expecting to lock his lips around his first puffy, shit-slick hole at any moment. Ari waltzed over, noticed the anticipation in the babycunt's eyes, and promptly used it as toilet paper, holding its adorable face to his ass and grinding hard, leaving a thin glaze of caramel dripping from the cutie's nose and eyelashes. Afterwards the babytoilet gagged hard and swallowed every drop of assjuice that'd pooled in his little mouth, then made a few little squeaks (probably beggings for more) which multiplied when Ari lanced a slap across the toddler's face, then another, then six more, until his cheeks were both bright red and shinier than ever with the smearings of assjuice still coating them. As reinforcement Ari launched a barrage of thick, goopy loogies on his mascara'd eyes and his chest, where the WORTHLESS DUMPSTER graffiti smeared.

Aero looked around. Naked torch-dancers ran by; a toddler fell and slid absurdly far on the slick summit grass; in the distance echoed desperate squealings. The festival was gaining momentum. Two teens Aero had never met before picked a spot on the grass nearby and got comfortable, each gripping the throat of a toddler clad in tight-fit latex tube-tops and mini-skirts, no more than two years shared between the both of them. The teens counted down-- ONE, TWO, THREE, GO!-- and both crammed their fingers down the two-year-olds' throats, eliciting the cutest gaggy chokings, then, just as splurts of bile began to erupt, the teens shoved their toddler's faces together, forcing them to make out with each other as their wide eyes watered and puke overflowed between them, pouring from their nostrils and splattering out over their cute tops and the bulges in their panties. From the blank, half-lidded expression on their babywhore faces it was obvious they were happy to drown in each other's puke as long as someone got off to it!

For a while now Ari had been abusing the toiletcub absent-mindedly, yanking its ears, grinding his leaky cockhead over its nostrils. The one-year-old was obviously broken already, but Ari tested it anyway.

"You okay, lil guy? Want me to keep molesting you~?"

The toddler grunted tonelessly.

"You do? Awww, what an eager toiletcunt you are. Open wide, now."

Ari flipped around and pushed the fuckling's face between his cheeks before releasing a thick torrent of shit, half of it diarrhea; before long it over-filled the baby's mouth, pouring out over its cute outfit and serving as a beautiful advertisement for the cub's toilethood; visitors from everywhere suddenly appeared, grinning down at the worthless toiletsleeve while they waited their turn.

The boat was almost at the mouth of the river. Ari locked his eyes on it, still casually shitting down the baby's throat. "So, Aerrrrrrooo..." he said, a little careful. "You excited for the outsiders tonight?"

Aero, who had been hypnotized by the debauchery surrounding him, blinked. "Outsiders?"

"... I meant my tribe. But yeah, a few fishermen too, y'know... some visitors from the City. Around festival time they all start to clamour for tickets-- you should come down and see them some time, it's hilarious. If this upriver/downrive schism thing ever sorts itself out, of course. But it shouldn't be long, now that we all go to the same festival. Now that I think about it, it helps a lot that we're together tonight."

Aero re-blinked. "Tickets?"

Ari looked at him and seemed almost embarassed at himself; he hid a flash of sadness with a snide smirk. "Wow, you're pretty uncultured, huh. Downriver we had our own festivals, you know, since we weren't ~gentle enough~ to come to yours. Last few years Kizzo's been trading festival tickets for land rights, basically saying: if you don't pave over my hut, you can fuck this exotic baby catboy to death and piss on his corpse! It's a good deal, really, since we can just get Cervi to bring the little pissdump back anyway. Good value."

Aero re-re-blinked. "But that doesn't... why would... they've been trying to pave over our huts?!"

The boat passed beneath a crag. Ari sighed and looked away, finally, to turn to Aero. The one-year-old was struggling and going blue behind him, but Ari just pressed the fucklet's face down even harder and squeezed to get a few more logs down its throat.

"Do you honestly think we're inconspicuous? How do you expect no one in the City to notice tens of thousands of catboys flooding forests, sub-tribes popping up miles inland, even little squads of cubs painted up with dyes, firing arrows through your neighbour's windows, breaking in to 'liberate' the fucksleeves there, adding another five wombs to be raped full every nine months-- or five months, if you live by the pink city sewage like us. I don't--

An explosion rocked over them. In the all-powerful yellow-white glow the crowds were painted in flash shadow, umbras and penumbras spreading outward from the just-lit bonfire pit. Then a cheer went up, and the few toddlercunts stupid enough to be standing near the pit ran out blistered red and shiny, their little cunts swollen in the heat and generally known to feel like a miniature sauna for one's dick. The festival goers fell upon them and raped their seared bodies mercilessly.

"Kimi," Ari swore. "They put on a little more than wood this year."

~

As the steamboat stuttered to a stop on rocks and dirt and tree roots at the final bend in the river remaining steady and untossed by the crags of Mt. Elkhorn, the explosion slammed the forest into orange and black-- and that gave way, over time, to dying indigo: the final residual glow before nightfall.

Cervi had Mika awake, breathing, and cumming. It hadn't been nearly as hard as the first time reviving him; good evidence for life's impermanence affected the soul with flippancy. Much easier to persuade back to reality.

Once he'd stopped writhing with pleasure, Mika blushed and feigned annoyance. "Again?" he asked.

"Well, at least you know you were drugged now." Cervi gave a weak smile. "C'mon, you wanted answers, didn't you?"

Mika blinked, the chemical taste returning to his tongue. For the hundredth time he went over patterns he'd drawn in the sand and suddenly recognized among them the insignia above Cervi's little cocklet; just as something seemed to dawn on him, the deerling yanked him off the boat by the wrist and ran to catch up with the rest of the group. Mika sprinted and stumbled keeping up; he cast one last glance at the helm of the boat and saw a rhino there instead of Kizzo.

"C'mon," Cervi giggled, darting past other passengers and up the mountain path, the cub guides taking some by the hand and others by the cock and leading them through the winding rocks, around the crags. They took breaks now and then for the fattest, city-goers mostly: a squadron of five-year-old toiletsluts made their worthless mouths useful as seats for resting upon, and many of them had their jaws held open while the visitor locked his hole to their toiletbowl mouths and filled them in seconds with a violet rush of creamy, dripping shit. Even if their mouths were full and the waste was forced into their throat, down their windpipe, bulging their little tummies to preggo-size (and some already were), even if they were twitching and going limp, nostrils overflowing with little mucus-coated shit nodules, violent brown puke flowing back up the visitor's holes and filling them with warmth, this truly was the most civilized way to do it, the rhinos explained, and the more city-friendly members of Ari's tribe agreed.

The country boys, who had grown steadily more comfortable once understanding now how things worked around here, were eager to make new friends with the mysterious tribe boys. They tried one-upping the sluts every time they'd bend over or drag their warm little tongue over some stranger's cock, one as thick as their necks more often than not. Of course they all ended up in tears, their throats bleeding a little from being gaped for the first time, their sometimes virgin ("Virgin?!" the tribe's kittens exclaimed, as if they'd been told the country boys were unicorns) holes devastated, ripped and swollen by a fist or a cock-- those who'd taken the latter, some to the hilt, were mostly laying limp and unresponsive, their eyes open, nose leaking cum, and their gaped, prolapsed insides on display for the whole world to see.

A rhino stomped onward, bringing his foot down hard on a panting four-year-old's prolapse, making him squeal harshly as his sensitive inner cuntflesh ground into the dirt under the rhino's twisting, dirty hiking boot. "Look at you, cutie," he purred. "Never touched another cock in your life and now you're laying here with your butt inside out."

He squatted down and whispered: "You deserve this."

The country boy was stammering and mewling mindlessly, overwhelmed with sensation. Laughing, the rhino grabbed his neck with both hands and throttled the little fucker, yanking his body forward so his cute prolapse was pulled taut, on full display. The sluttier toddlers gathered around and licked it furiously while the rhino kissed his four-year-old rapetoy on the mouth and tonguefucked that soft throat until they passed out. Once the break was over and it was time to go, the rhino simply used his prolapse as a handle, dragging him through the dirt and over the rocks without once looking back.

Mika wrenched his attention away and looked a little more for Kizzo, but after catching up with the fastest climbers (a spry seven-year-old trailed by a panting, determined toddler) and waiting for the slowest (one of the fatter rhinos, who shot him the evil eye as he trudged onward) he was forced to assume the tiger had taken a separate route.

Still hungry for answers, Mika sprinted away from the rhino, away from Cervi, and towards the nearing summit.

~

Aero was craning his neck over the craggy edge, trying to see if the boat had gone back down yet, when Mika popped up in front of him.

Aero grinned. "You made it!"

They embraced, kissing deeply, Mika panting into his daddy's mouth. Their hips ground together, cocklets smearing precum around, fingers working into each other's bright hair. Cervi and the rest clambered up too, and most flopped onto their backs, gulping the thin air up, little tummies heaving. Naturally, a bunch of naked toddlersluts laying exposed on the grass with their mouths wide open did not go unnoticed for long.

By the time the rhinos and the lazier countrymen made it up, there were hardly any throats left to rape; not that they were keen on more exercise just yet. The rhino leader had his eyes set firmly on the bonfire; he whispered something to one of his co-workers and they both nodded.

"Listen up," the rhino said, addressing the countrymen. "The operator of this reserve, the tiger, he'll be away for a bit. Until then, my pal here--" he clapped his co-worker on the shoulder-- "is gonna be giving lessons for you guys on how to get the most out of your ticket, alright? It's toddler-rape 101, really basic shit, but it doesn't hurt to know. The lessons will be B.Y.O.B (bring your own boy) so go grab one, seriously, there are thousands of the worthless little cunts just wandering around waiting to be your personal snuffsleeves. I'll be back in a while. Enjoy yourselves."

He went off towards the bonfire with a wide grin, parting the clouds with his outlandish girth.

"I've got so much to tell you," Mika said, holding Aero's hands. "There's another heal--"

Two countrymen got Aero and Mika in headlocks immediately. They sat them down, pushing more than a foot of cock between their soft, furry thighs. The boys looked at each other and blinked, sharing in a moment the deep submission they had both felt since the moment they were pushed from the womb directly onto a throbbing, greasy cock.

"First things first," the rhino instructor announced. "A little history lesson. You guys already know how cockhungry the kids are around here, but did you know why? It's because of the Kei we pump into the air and the water. Actually, I think it's reached the coast by now, so because of our hard work at the City the entire continent is overflowing with fertile fucktoys."

The countrymen blinked stupidly. One sunk his fingers into Mika's hole and whispered "How old are you, cutie? Six? You wanna die on my cock, don'tchu~?" Mika could hardly move in the headlock, his little body shivering helplessly. Aero knew better than to struggle, but a wrack of anxiety went through him at the thought of dying for the first time. Would it be dark? Would he even be able to tell time was passing? What if he never got healed?

"Aaaaanyway," the instructor said, grabbing a bloated, pregnant three-year-old as he waddled by. The fucklet squeaked as the instructor ripped his cute thong off and lanced a slap across his fat belly. "This thing right here, this is a prime example of cockhunger incarnate. Look at him. Barely old enough to form coherent sentences and he's already coerced someone to rape him pregnant." He dropped the three-year-old on the ground, tummy-first, and knelt to slap his two-foot cock down between the boy's tiny buttcheeks. "Follow my lead, now," he said.

Aero and Mika were thrown onto their hands and knees, their faces pressed up to the three-year-old's and each other's while their butts were similarly hotdogged. The men pushed their mouths together and they obeyed the unspoken command right away, making out and slobbering sluttily. Mika gave Aero special attention and really tried to tongue-massage his uvula, which was a little unusual for him, but Aero sucked gratefully on his tongue all the same, calming himself with the familiar taste.

The instructor reached forward and demonstrated: "So, if they're willful, grip them round the throat like this. Really firm now, but we don't want to choke them out quite yet. Go ahead and ram your cock in to the hilt, do not take it slow-- trust me, they were born to be molested. A good tip is to rape them as hard as you can until you feel something pop inside, that's usually an organ or something... once you reach that point, go twice as hard!"

Dutifully the countrymen obeyed and Mika squealed out, his six-year-old cunny widening as the cock pierced his colon and bulged out his stomach. Aero's advantage in age and experience helped him stifle his own mewls, but he still couldn't help but start drooling pathetically when all that dickmeat lodged deep enough inside him that it was splurting precum against his quickened heart.

The rhino had to maneuver a bit, but eventually he had the preggo toddler totally impaled, the bulge in his tummy made even bigger, the kitten's nuts and cocklet disappearing in the cushion of rhino balls he was sat on. "Alright, so, as you can probably tell, I'm raping the little cunt's fetus right now. This position is optimal for a beating, since you can feel the whole cocksleeve twitch and squirm around your cock. After me now..."

Aero and Mika were both forced forward as the countrymen beat them-- in the back of the head, then denting their smooth asscheeks, then winding their chubby bellies. Meanwhile, the rhino pounded his little toddler bimbo in the womb (with his cock) and on the womb (from the outside, with his free fist), rendering the fetuslut mush, replacing the long and lauded biography of that particular unborn cunt with a single sentence jotted later on the rhino's clipboard:

• tribe's babyguts make for good lube

Once the three-year-old was reduced to a drooling, bruised hunk of snuffmeat, his baby currently dripping down his smooth thighs, the rhino grew tired. "That's pretty much it," he said, casually pissing in the boy's tattered womb. The rhino shook his head and snapped the little fucklet's neck; Mika, having died twice already, hardly flinched, but Aero gave a start at the sudden brutality, much to the pleasure of the countryman currently plowing his cunt in.

The rhino dusted his palms. "Welp, I'll be off now. Course that's just the basics. You should always get creative and do your own thing-- snuffing kiddywhores is an art."

The countrymen looked at each other excitedly, then down to Aero and Mika.

Mika squeaked past the grip on his throat: "Take us to the healer after, please? I don't wanna miss the festival..."

Aero borrowed some of his son's bravery, smiling.

"Snuff me hard, please," he mewled. "It's my first time!"

~

The summit was overflowing with activity. Kei, the little pink mushrooms, were floating around everywhere; if they weren't being munched on or forced past the lips of a toddler they were being served on plates, beautifully arranged, by a number of wandering waiter-boys. Next to the bonfire there was a spot where the grass had been dug out: a little mudpit set aside specifically for the filthiest babywhores. It was packed full of boys and men, almost all pissing and shitting themselves uncontrollably as per the effects of the shrooms-- Ari spotted the one-year-old toilet from earlier taking two dicks up his bleeding, ruined hole at the same time, his little mouth crammed with Kei, squealing as soft chunks of babyshit spluttered out and a cute little arc of pee jetted in spurts onto his depraved expression, his whole snuffsleeve body twitching and convulsing; each thrust making him writhe so hard that he created accidental angels in the soup of mud, shit, and piss. Of course, his mouth was still gagged open, so his rapists happily scooped up some filth and packed the babywhore's throat with it whenever they had a moment to spare, forcing the shrooms in deep.

Off to the edge of the summit, the rhinos were talking, casting looks toward the bonfire. Ari approached.

"Hey boys," he said. At thirteen he was a little more respected; the rhinos who used to punch him in the mouth and piss in his eyes if he spoke out of turn now laughed and greeted him as an equal.

"Ready for the big show?" one asked.

"Mhm," Ari replied. "Something with the bonfire, right? And the purple stuff?"

The leader grinned. "Where'd you learn that? S'posed to be top secret."

"If it's so secret you should really stop glancing at the bonfire every ten seconds, then. What'd you put in it? I saw you walk over there."

"And how'd you know about the 'purple stuff'?"

"Well, Kizzo--"

"Yeah," the leader interrupted, seemingly eager to prove his superiority. "Don't worry about him, he's not in charge anymore."

A chilly alphine breeze blew past them.

"So..." Ari said. "When you're done doing whatever you're doing, you're gonna pave over our huts, then?"

The rhino shook his head. "With the rate we snuff kiddysluts out, the city's practically never gonna run out of room," he said. "No, we're here for something totally different. But why am I telling you any of this? Fuck off, kid."

They turned away.

~

Cervi finally flopped over the edge, sliding down a bit on the grass, which was slick with a little more than dew now. The climb had been wayyyy harder than he'd expected. Panting, he lapped at the mysterious bodily juices on the ground, then just started sucking the dirt up, before finally Ari passed by and recognized him.

He grinned. "Glad you could make it, trash bin. I think something big's gonna happen tonight."

The deerling threw himself into Ari's arms, mumbling tiredly: "... They didn't call it Mt. Elkhorn for nothin'... elks are deers... I'm a deer... horn... the horn part I'm still not sure 'bout, I think that just means horny, but... whatever! It's my time to shine! It's the big day!"

He perked up, smiling. "It's Judgement Day!"

Ari licked the sweat from the six-year-old's face and gave him a congratulatory pat on the butt.

"Yeah," he said. "I guess it is."

{Thanks for reading. <3}