Misty and Ash were the first to reach the dining hall. After last night’s activities, Misty was practically prancing around. It felt like forever since she felt this good. Her tiny lover had satisfied her massive libido and she felt like she could lift a Snorlax over her head easily. Her boyfriend was perched on the top of her head, slouched down and still dreary from last night and this morning. The places that Misty put him during their shower boggled his mind. His body was a little sore, but it was a good kind of sore. Misty got her breakfast, an omelet mixed with live shrinkees and headed for the table. She took her seat and put her plate down, Ash was placed on the plate and he ripped off a chuck of the omelet where a shrinkee wasn’t stuck.

They had a peaceful breakfast, until Daisy arrived. Misty didn’t look up to greet their unwanted traveling companion, so she missed seeing Casey sneaking around behind the older girl. Daisy sat down beside Misty and gave the redhead a smile. Misty, who considered Daisy to be a bleeding heart that was only here to watch Ash for Delia, continued to ignore the other girl. Feeling slightly dejected at being ignored so cruelly, Daisy stared at her plate and sulked. A moment later, Casey took her seat beside Daisy with Brad tightly gripped in her right hand.
“Did everyone sleep well?” Casey cheerfully asked and everyone nodded, in particular Misty who got a big goofy smile and stared dreamily at Ash.

“I had a great night and you know why?” Casey said grinning widely. “Because last night I had my little rectal slave crawling through my ass.”

“You what?” Daisy mumbled, looking both horrified and uncomfortable. Memories of the massage parlor still ran rampant through her mind. She couldn’t get the image of all those old, ugly women playing with the poor shrinkees. Daisy was a pacifist that believed that everyone had some good in them if you gave them a chance, but that belief was hard to hold after seeing so much cruelty shown towards shrinkees. Maybe those women weren’t totally informed that they were using former people in their sexual escapades? Daisy tried to convince herself that those women didn’t fully understand what they were doing and had been mislead. She hated herself for not standing up for shrinkees rights more often, but Daisy lacked confidence and was afraid to speak out often. Daisy looked at Casey hoping to find some good in this young girl; a tiny shimmer of good in this troubling preteen.

“You heard me. Last night I had a blockage in the poop chute, a bone didn’t totally get digested and got stuck somewhere in my intestines. Could have been real bad, but luckily I had my butt boy.” Casey looked at Brad who had a horror-struck look on his face. He twitched every few seconds and stared blankly out into space. Daisy could vaguely hear him muttering, ‘the horror, the horror,’ over and over again.

“Anyway, I got a bone stuck, you see, nothings going to get it out. Hence, I need something to get it loose. So, I pull my pants and undies down and bend over. I grab butt boy and push him into my ass crack. I fumble around a bit, but I manage to push his head against my anus. Using only one finger, I push his whole body in until I’m up to my knuckle in my own ass. I pull out and leave him in with specific orders to crawl up my heresy highway until he finds the blockage. This tough bastard is in there for an hour and I’m on my bed, trying not to cum and crush the little bug. Eventually, the bone is removed, meaning no more reason not to have a good time. I cum faster then a locomotive and all of a sudden, my bowels seize up. I make a dash to the bathroom, sitting down on the porcelain throne just in time. My ass becomes a shit waterfall, filling the bowl to the top. I stand up and look inside, you know to check for any skulls, I’ve got a collection you know. And whom do I see pulling himself out, but butt boy! He survived my rectal hell to talk about it. Take a bow, butt boy.”

Brad just continues shaking, his mutterings becoming louder and louder. He’s really out of it, he barely knows where he is and Brad wasn’t the only one shaking, Daisy looked like she was going to faint of vomit. Her face had gone sickly green. Daisy tries to tell herself that this can’t get any worse, but one look at the cruel smile and Daisy knows that’s not true.

“After that whole ordeal, I stuff butt boy up to his neck in my ass, where he usually goes before bed and went to sleep. I don’t think I have to tell you, all that shaking he did all night gave me very pleasant dreams. When I wake up, I got about my usual morning ritual of washing butt boy off, but find I can’t get rid of the rank smell. The boy smells like cheese that’s been behind the heater for a month. I mean this is a smell that would make a fly barf. I could use shit for a air filter for this smell. You smell for yourself.” Casey pushed her hand out with Brad in it towards Daisy, who reeled back like he was diseased. She shivered all over, not daring to smell the air with Brad a foot from her face. Casey brought her hand back, giving Daisy chance to breath again.

“He’s too stinky to keep around, even in my ass. I can’t eat him for obvious reasons. So, I see only one option.” Casey’s eyes met Daisy. For a moment, Daisy believed that Casey was going to give her Brad to rehabilitate. She’d give him a long, hard bath and clean him up. She’d treat him like a man, showing the mentally scarred man that women have souls. It was the opportunity Daisy was looking for to make a change.

“The way I see it, his body might stink, but his organs and blood are just fine. Anyone care for some shrinkee paste?”

Casey’s fist swallowed Brad and with a single squeeze, blood spouted out from between her fingers. Lifting her fist over her head, Casey leaned back and caught the falling blood on the tip of her tongue. The red paste gushed from between Casey’s fingers and dripped onto her tongue. She brought her fist to her mouth and licked her fingers. Casey noticed Daisy staring and held her fist out to the shocked girl.

“Want a lick?”

At that point, Daisy fainted dead in her seat. Her arms flopped lifelessly against her sides and her head lulled back.

“I think we went too far,” A tiny voice muttered from Casey’s closed, ‘bloody’ fist. Casey opened her hand and there was Brad, an empty ketchup packet in hand and a concerned look on his face. He knew that the prank would freak out Daisy, but not this much. Casey grinned down at him and patted him on the head. Although their prank was cruel and evil, Casey would do it again in a heartbeat just to see that terror filled face of that goody goody.

Over on her side of the table, Misty continued eating like nothing had happened.