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Taco · (01-03-2018)

"Onk."

Taco dreams. Lying on his fat sides with his little stubby legs kicking, his porcine lips curve into a smile.

In his head, he trots through a huge field of the tastiest flowers and leaves. All of them bending towards him, beckoning to be eaten.

"Onk."

He obliges. His teeth mow down yards of grass in mere moments. His snout digs into the dark soil like a hot knife through butter, upturning delicacies from just beneath the surface. Roots. Truffles. Tubers.

"Onk."

His bowels take control. He pauses his veritable smorgasbord long enough to curl his tail into a spiral and drop his rear haunches just slightly. The warm pellets start to drop from his behind...

...and then he wakes up.

"Onk?"

He finds himself, somehow, squatting over the open mouth of a sleeping X-Treme Champion, dropping his waste into the Engineer's gullet.

With the closest thing a pig can compare to a shrug, Taco continues, standing on the chest of the slumbering champion.

"Onk."

"Onk..."

The Engineer · (01-03-2018)

Engy's eyes flutter open.

This pig just shit in my mouth.

He garbles through little turd pellets. Do pigs shit in pellets or is it bigger than that? I don't even know.

Anyhoo he kicks out. Engy tosses the pig off of him, causing Taco to run away squealing.

Engy rolls over to his knees, hacking and spewing out the pig shit.

Wrestling is indeed....**hack**.....a glorious and....**gag**....noble...**blarf**....warrior profession....

He grabs a nearby bottle of water, chugs it, swishes it around his mouth, and then spits it out.

...next?

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