Emma Frowned at the Red stain in her panties, 'stupid thing' she grunted to herself gripping the string and beginning to pull it out.
*Snap*
The string popped out of her with nothing attached.
"Fuck!" She couldn't help but exclaim, getting more frustrated with useless object inside her. Sighing she bent over and reached her fingers inside of her and carefully pinched the Cotton between her middle and index finger awkwardly, it took a couple tries, but she eventually got it with a good enough grip to pull it out, with a relieved sigh it fell out of her and into the toilet a wave of blood going with it. She glanced at only slightly enough to know her flow was to heavy to go out. She inserted another tampon let loose a stream of golden rain on the bloody refuse. Then dropped a few squares of toilet paper on top of it after wiping herself, with that she pulled up her clothes, flushed the toilet relieved to be rid of the contents of the bowl. And left without a second thought.
...
Jeff was tired, filled to the brim and soaking more, he couldn't soak it up fast enough. He felt full, and not in a satisfied way, he felt sick, he wanted out, he regretted chosing this, this, smelly, bloody hell. His thoughts pulled him to the feeling of a tug on his string, and he was excited to be removed. Then with a sharp pain, the string disappeared.
"Ow" he would have said when it ripped loose but didn't have a mouth. He had to wait as Emma fished him out painfully into the fresh air, the wave of blood he was holding back being released. The cool water of the toilet was shocking, after being in Emma's hot, Goop shoot. The disgusted face of his girlfriend gave him shivers, the stream of bitter fluid that streamed from her next grossed him out more, dispite the warmth in the cold water being kinda nice ... He watched as she sealed another of his kind into its fate and wiped herself off, a blanket of a stained sheet covered his view from the rest of the events. Then, the world shuttered and water spun like a hurricane and sucked him into the sewer. In a dark corner of his mind, he felt, heard? Was aware of* the chronovac reaching out to him, asking how he wanted to proceed: