GayButteryRatsTM

I’m genuinely terrified
          

i smile at you warmly. “hi, i’m cloudy,” i greet as i draw the butter knife from my pocket. “oh, this?,” i say, noticing the wary gaze you are shooting at the knife. “it won’t hurt a bit. i’m not going to hurt you, sweetheart.” i pull down your pants, revealing your soft cheeks. i take the knife in my hands and lather it with butter. taking the knife, i spread the warm butter across your cheeks. “see? it doesn’t hurt.” 

my poo is yellow. should i seek medical attention?

this account is gayer and kinkier than all of us gay rats combined, and that’s a lot.