They grew up together, lost in love with others, but still, a strong connection formed between them. In a way, they became unlikely friends through a mutual interest. Both were devoted to the seats that warmed their bottoms when no one else could provide them with comfort. Although others looked at them with distaste, Stein and Marie couldn't care less. They were already with the ones who could carry them, accept them, love them for who they were. Yes, they were indeed butt buddies for they loved to sit on their furniture; nothing else held the same satisfaction as a toilet and a rolling office chair, Celestine and Romario.
Marie stroked the rim of her toilet's seat, feeling the cool of the ceramics under her fingers as she squeezed another pile into the pool already collecting in Celestine's bowl. She groaned as another wave started to probe her bottom, knowing that her toilet would be there to ease her pain as she tried again to relieve herself of the discomfort. Celestine was really the only one who she could rely on, the only one who would take her shit without complaint. Truly the only one for Marie.
Meanwhile in the room next door, Stein pushed off from the ground with a leg, enjoying the rush that came when Romanio bent forwards, taking Stein wherever he needed to go. He rode Romanio with its neck between his legs, often thrusting forward just enough to make it the extra inch if they couldn't reach their destination. Stein's soft, squishy tush was more than enough for Romario as it shaped around the curve of each buttock, just plenty to keep Romario going.
But it couldn't help but to be envious of Celestine's partner Marie. How lucky did the toilet have to be to have such a glorious bottom be devoted to it every time of the day, coming to it when she needs it and not out of laziness, as Stein does?. Their relationship was beautiful from afar, one of mutual respect and of pure devotion. Romario sighed as Stein's butt rubbed into its cushion again; it dat Mjolnir ass just wasn't like this clingy man that stuck to it like rice to chopsticks.
No, the rolling chair shouldn't complain, shouldn't covet another bottom and break such a pristine love, but still it watched in envy as the years passed and as Marie and Celestine continued to be happy, whereas Stein and Romario continued to partake in an unfair power dynamic connection. It squeaked- the joint that held the seat to the leg was worn and tired- choosing to wait for the right time.