The pressure finally relented a bit as Penny’s unlikely accomplice turned her attention back to the huffing, blushing boy, though Peni only had a few moments to pant for breath before the momentum from Margo’s shove carried her face-first into another chamber—still tight, still hot, but now slick and sticky too. It didn’t take her long to realize that what little oxygen she had access to here certainly didn’t qualify as breathable, so humid and heavy with musk that she could barely tell the difference from the viscous liquid sloshing and bubbling around her.



Penny and Peni are back for their second adventure, this time prominently featuring Margo! This issue gives us a good look at how even Peni's other apparent friends might prefer her churned—and at how even Penny can find himself a bit flustered at times~

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Comparing it to ordinary, human waste wouldn’t even make sense. Catra certainly didn’t like a mess any more than anybody else, but she usually thought herself too mature to be affected by mere physical sensations, especially ones that didn’t actually harm her. Being on the battlefield every day, after all, meant plenty of filth, sweat, and grime; she’d long since gotten used to the base level of dirtiness that came with waging a war. But the mountains of manure she was now ankle-deep in…it was so viscerally, sickeningly rancid that she couldn’t help but gag at the sheer stench. Every aspect of the tank’s contents was so revolting, to such an intense degree, that she simply could not imagine anyone letting out such fat, foul turdlogs, let alone—

“This…c-came from…ghuhh…G-Glimmer?!”

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