#trashblazer

Just because the plan was clear to them, doesn’t mean that they were all going to follow it. March 7th insisted on touring every souvenir shop and restaurant, despite being the only pink haired girl in the city who matched the one who was on the wanted poster. Stelle took said posters down and shoved them into her jacket, as a token of their adventure, if you may call it that. Hopefully, the few people whose eyes did graze over the posters while they were still up had little to no recollection of the sketches they beheld.

With the way March 7th was hopping around town, they were at risk of having attention drawn to them. Dan Heng had to occasionally remind her that they were on a mission, not a sightseeing tour. Unfortunately, the will of a woman was stronger than his patience, and ultimately, he gave in to satisfy March 7th’s persistent curiosity.  

Dan Heng was more focused on wrangling March 7th and keeping them out of too much trouble. Because of this, Stelle saw this as a prime opportunity to seek out her true desire; the perfect trash can. Not just any run of the mill garbage disposal, but one that was shaped and stuffed to perfection.

When Dan Heng and March 7th went off in one direction, Stelle went off in another. With a fire in her body unlike anything she had felt before, she diligently hunted for the perfect trash can that would be able to suit her personal needs and desires.

Stelle made her way along the edges of streets and along the walls on her quest to find the most sensually pleasing trash can. She would stop and closely observe every one, before moving on to make her final decision. Some of them seemed a bit too…new for her tastes. Didn’t quite have that arousing aroma that her body craved. Others were perhaps a bit too smelly, being more deflecting rather than encouraging.

The shape of the can had to be perfect too. She had to be able to comfortably nestle her body inside of it, without feeling like she was engulfed in a gaping void. That is the main reason why she chose not to aim for a dumpster; they felt too roomy instead of pleasing on her body.

After carefully studying her potential trash can partners, she finally found the perfect mate to satisfy her for the time being. Everything about it was perfect, from the wear and tear to the size and exquisite scent. Oblivious to the people around her, Stelle wasted absolutely no time moving in for her prey.

It was the most beautiful trash can she had ever seen in her life. She could not resist running her hands gently along the ridges of the lid, indulging herself in the excitement that every miniscule bump gave her. It sent a surge of anticipation through her entire body with every stroke, causing her to squirm in complete and utter desire for the intimacy of this gorgeous trash can. She ran her fingers down the side, and finally could not resist throwing her arms around the circumference of the can.

It was everything she had ever wanted and more. Did she even deserve to indulge herself in such pleasurable sin with a can so perfect? She questioned her moral values compared to this divine beauty of a can as she continued rubbing her hand up and down its finely weathered surface. However, no sin was too great for Stelle at the moment, as her mind had become completely engulfed by thoughts of her wonderful trash can that was now in her grasp.

Moving forward with her sinful desires, she proceeded to wrap her legs around the trash can. The feeling of the cold metal sent shivers up her legs, making resisting her feral desires even more difficult. She wanted to feel the gritty, weathered metal all over her bare skin, but she wasn’t quite ready to expend all of her energy quite yet. Stelle pulled the trash can as close as she could in between her legs, so she could indulge as much of her body as possible in the cold metal.

She moved her hand to the lid and tapped her nails in a rhythmic fashion. Stelle rested her head against the trash can as she did this, taking in the faint echoes of the metallic reverb from her tapping. The vibration filled her with even more excitement, to where she found herself truly unable to resist her wild cravings. She slid the lid off of the can slowly, careful as to not prematurely send it crashing to the ground.

With the lid now loose, Stelle fully removed the lid from the top of the can and set it aside within reach. With the trashy delight now open to the world, she climbed inside, nestling herself in the mix of discarded food and papers.

It still didn’t feel quite right. Stelle wanted to feel the trash can’s wonderful insides all over her body, but something was standing in the way of that. To achieve full pleasure, she knew what had to be done.

Before pulling the lid over top of her, Stelle striped down to her bare skin, throwing all of her clothes into a pile between the wall and the trash can. Hopefully, if Dan Heng or March 7th were to pass by, they wouldn’t spot the pile of her clothes that were set aside for her to indulge in a private moment.

She grabbed the lid of the trash can and quickly placed it on top, in hopes that no one would investigate. Now, shrouded in complete darkness and metal walls, Stelle felt as if the moment she had been waiting for her entire life was finally here.

Stelle now squished her body into the trash, allowing it to fill every nook and cranny of her skin. The sloppiness of the paper combined with the finely aged food felt ever so pleasant…bringing her joy that no human could ever possibly come close to replicating. Her moans of pleasure echoed off of the metal, hopefully contained within the walls of her private sanctuary. She had to be careful to not move too much, worst case scenario being that she topples over and spills its precious contents everywhere.

The trash can swayed side to side as she had at it; onlookers most likely assumed that it was a raccoon. In a way, they were correct. It was just…a very needy raccoon if that.

While she was enjoying what felt like endless pleasure, Dan Heng and March 7th had caught onto her lack of presence, unbeknownst to Stelle. They knew that once she had gone missing, she was off doing what she does best; raiding trash cans. Unfortunately, raiding took on a whole new meaning this time.

A rustling trash can quickly caught the attention of the sharp-eyed Dan Heng. He knew that this was where his friend was hiding, as her habit of rummaging through trash was not out of character. If only he had seen the clothing that was hidden behind the can, as that would have been a solid red flag for him to grab March 7th and turn away.

March 7th was eager to run over and open the lid to surprise her friend. Eagerness quickly faded into regret, as they were greeted by a bare Stelle indulging herself in her trashy, metallic chamber. The three all stared blankly at each other, until March 7th put the lid on and skipped away, doing everything in her power to forget the image now permanently burned into her mind.