Justice Unaware 5, Berlin's crazy dream

Berlin had just broken up with her boyfriend of the past few months, Todd. She sobbed herself to sleep through the fleeting heartbreak and found herself in a strange dreamscape…not at all unlike something out of the Wizard of Oz or Willie Wonka.

She was standing there in her nightgown, the moons of her perfect, round bottom showing under the edge, her jet black, shiny hair bobbing to and fro in her pony tail. Coming down a forest path, whistling on his way was a tiny…square-shaped little guy with a top hat and spindly little arms and legs. It was a walking…marshmallow? He whistled as he walked without a care in the world and stopped at Berlin’s hooves. He stared up at her with a big smile, and in his high pitched, squeaky voice asked her “ Hello Miss Hieffer! Shouldn’t you be grazing in Candy Fields?”

“Uhh..I’m not a Heiffer…I’m a woman. This is just a DNA splicing experiment gone wrong…more of a disability really..and…Oh for goodness sake, you’re a marshmallow! Who are you to throw around insults anyway?” she exclaimed, hand on her hip. Just then a little bird flew by, sparking blue in color, like a little Capri Sun juice bag with wings. “Tweetly tee! Who’s the fat one, Mayor McMarshmallow? She’s shaking the ground! Shaking the ground!” it exclaimed, and flew in little zig zaggy lines close to Berlin’s head, making her duck annoyingly.

“Oh COME ON!! I’m not FAT you little jerk…just…I’m just curvy. And anyway, this is just a dream, so I don’t EVEN care what you say about me…frikken…juice..bird. Ugh.”  She said, getting noticeably frustrated. Joining the fun, a little cupcake girl bounced out of the forest and stood by the mayor. “Oh MY! You smell like a barn. PEE-yoo!! You should go wash yourself, you should..uh-huh!” she exclaimed. “Tweetly-tee!! I could smell her two miles away! Two miiiiles away!” shouted the bird. “Oh yes indeed. You are an affront to all good taste Mrs. Holstein. A bath at Candy Falls would do you wonders! Hahahahah!!” chided in the Mayor, and all three of them laughed together at the ticking time bomb that was Berlin.

“THAT DOES IT!!” she shrieked. She snatched the bird out of the air as it twittered in a feverish pace, trying to escape. She bent down and picked up the sobbing cupcake girl in her other hand and said “Now then…I need a comfy seat to enjoy my little snack on. Oh…THERE’s one…” and glared down at the mayor with a mischievous grin. He turned around and tried to run, but tripped over his stick legs. He rolled over and tried to back away from Berlin’s advancing form, but it was no use. She turned around, and dropped backwards ass first. He saw her panty covered butt descending in slow motion, her tail raised and flicking side to side. He felt her weight compressing him as his face disappeared between her cheeks, and she landed right on him with a comfortable “BOOMF”.

Berlin took a bite out of the little cupcake girl while she kicked and flailed to no avail. “Pleeese don’t eat me! Noooo!” she squeaked. “Sorry missy, can’t help myself. You’re going straight to my hips. Mmm…” replied Berlin. Three quick bites was all it took and the delicious little morsel was no more than little bits of icing on her lips. She licked her fingers, savouring the sweetness left behind.

Amused by the muffled protests coming from the mayor underneath her, she let out a huge , sulphur ridden blast, right on his face. “BRRRRROOOONNT!!!  Choke on that ya little jackass!” Immediately the protests became sobbing, and futile struggles as his little stick arms pressed uselessly against her bum. Next she bit a corner off the struggling little juice-bag bird, and began to gulp down his contents. “Twweetly Teeeeeee!!! Somebody help meeee!!!” it pleaded. “Oh shut up. I’m drinking you and that’s all there is to it.”  Berlin just sat there, staring right into its frightened eyes, and drank at her leisure. “Gulp…..gulp…..gulp….”  its pleas became weaker every second as it slowly deflated. “gulp…gulp…gulp….sqrrrkkk”

When Berlin had emptied the little bird, sucking the last of it down, she crumpled it up and tossed to to the side. “Well, mister Mayor. Time for me to be going along to GRAZE now I suppose. But before I go…here’s a little parting gift. Enjoy.” She drew her knees close to her and rested her hooves on the ground. All of her weight was concentrated on the compressed mayor, and she set her elbows on her knees in a relaxed position. She looked over her shoulder, down at the squashed victim, bit her lower lip and began to fart.

“Brrrrrrrrooont….grrrrroont….bbbrt…fffrrrt!” His arms flailed uselessly, and his sobs became more frantic, as his pleading eyes teared up. Berlin made a mocking sad face at him, and squeezed her abdominal muscles, unleashing a constant, billowing, hissing torrent of choking hot gas, right on his crying face. It felt hot..burning her as it came out, but felt so good at the same time. After a few seconds the mayor’s sobs turned into muffled screams.  His face began to bubble and melt from the roasting heat of the direct barrage of flatulence. It smelled like rotten vegetables, and to him, felt like he was being boiled alive. “Mmm…this feels so good, I can’t even tell you. Ahhhh…” she said as she smiled down at him cruelly.

Berlin flexed her glutes on the deforming mayor as she sat there. Every few seconds she’d bite her lip and give a sharp squeeze to her abdomen as she blasted him mercilessly with renewed volume. Slowly, she sank closer to the ground as marshmallow glop rolled off the mayor onto the ground. “Aww…I hope you’re enjoying your gift! It really is better to give than receive, don’t you agree?” she said. His cries became more pathetic and feeble, until finally Berlin found herself sitting on a lifeless pile of melted goo. “There we are. Who stinks NOW, fart face?” she giggled.  She stood up and shook the remnants off her butt, and picked up the little top hat sitting there beside the melted little politician. Dusting it off, she put it on her head and skipped off down the path.

*RRRRIIIINGGGG!!!* Berlin sat up in her bed and hit the alarm. 7:00am already. Time to go to work. She walked out into the kitchen to grab some breakfast and cleared away all the junk food wrappers from the night before. “Comfort food my ass!” she said. “All it does is give you crazy dreams.” And with that, she shrugged and went about her day.