Revenge

The Butti was an impressive creature indeed, and yet quite unpredictable in character. Though at times she seemed meek and pleasant, her mood could turn on a dime and most individuals would do well not to provoke her wrath.
The only one who could hope of combating such a force was the Stroo. Cautiously, she approached the cave of her possible foe, shielding her watering eyes from the horrible stench emitting the cavern’s mouth. She had to be quiet as possible, as the Butti was easily roused from sleep and thus easily irritated.
Just as she entered the cave, she heard a terrible rumbling and… splashing? Was there a river within? No, she realized too late as the vast brown wave exited the mouth. A cascade of poop! The Stroo dove out of the way just in time, and only her shoes were scathed. The acidic shit quickly at the soles and she had no choice but to expose her feet to the arctic 70 degree weather.
“Come out and face me, Poo-Monger!” The Stroo challenged. And so the ground quaked as the thunderous roar of flatulence escaped the monster’s hideaway and soon, out came the legendary Butti. Her signature feature was already trembling in agitation and the Stroo was instantly not fearful, but entranced.
“Oh shit, what do YOU want?” the Butti finally asked, staring down her diminutive opponent. “Didn’t I fight you two days ago?”
“Yes, but this time I have a surprise for you, Rumper Rumpus!” the Stroo sneered, showing several rows of teeth.
A growling escaped the rival creature’s great weapon and she waved it threateningly. Before she could make her first move, however, the Stroo leapt into the air and her mouth increased in size. Though it hardly matched half the size of her target, she still took a considerable amount of flabby flesh in her mouth and held it in a death grip. Though she struggled, and cursed, bitch-spray of sweat and excrement spreading and flab snapping her foe about like a rag doll, the Butti could not force mercy from the Stroo.
“What was that you said?” she finally asked upon hearing a muffled comment from her closed-mouthed opponent. Stroo had no choice but to release her hold upon the behind.
“I said, ‘beg for your life, Fartrot’,” he replied.
“But you already used that nickname two weeks ago,” the Butti stated. “I should know. I keep a record.”
“It can’t be helped then,” the Stroo finally answered, hanging her head in defeat. “I think I have finally run out of nicknames for you.”
The Butti’s eyes narrowed vindictively. “Have you now? In that case…”
Without warning, the Butti turned her backside towards her rival and out sprang a vast network of curving, thick red tendrils, ensnaring the Stroo like a mummy’s wrappings. She was a veritable mummy of hair!
“No!” Stroo cried out, her long fingers and claws stretching out even longer to grasp the ground, but to no avail. She knew where she was headed and there was no escape. Already she could see the puckered jaws spreading open.
“But…” she tried one last time to plead for pity. “But… I thought you loved me!”
“Oh, I do, Stroo,” the impressive Butti snarled, and within seconds her prey was consumed. “I do. That is why this must be.”
Letting loose another victorious breaking of wind, the triumphant creature once again entered her cave where no one lived to see the inside of. Settling down for a well needed nap, she patted the expanding girth and felt the squirms of her unhappy meal fighting to escape in vain. In time, she mused to herself as she curled up, weapon aimed at the mouth of the cave. In time. Then they could repeat this battle all over again.

THE END.

Boo. BOO.