Bathroom Break

It had been a long day for the Moocario. The street lights were already beginning to flicker on in the dying lights of the evening as the overweight pokemon made his way down the stairs. Ashes was eager to get home after spending the day with friends. He still had part of his weekend for a little more personal time to recoup for the next week’s grind. Their friends didn’t have much money left over going through college, leaving their dorm in a less than desirable part of town. They still had enough to take home quite a haul for a party now and then and this time was no different. The Lucario was absolutely stuffed. It’d still take some time for the creeps to come out.

‘Good’ he said to himself. He was going to make it to the next train with plenty of time to spare. Though even as he spoke he’d clutch his stomach after it’d let out a less than quiet gurgle one could hear from his stomach. There was a feeling he knew all too well welling up within him. Not sure if he’d last the train ride to a probably nicer and cleaner station he’d rush to the nearest public stalls, stomach gurgling and growling more. Grunting, he had to go and now. Maybe all that KFC in that movie marathon he sat through with his friends wasn’t such a good idea.

Nearby a few shadier-looking individuals were smoking out by the train platform, chuckling and eyeballing the Lucario hybrid. Talking amongst themselves. They began to walk closer out of the Lucario’s sight, watching him make a b-line for the restroom. They’d get closer until one would begin to pinch his nose in disgust. “Dude what the fuck? Was that that fat dude? Goddamn that reeks,” the man pinched his nose, waving an arm in disgust. All around the largely vacant platform the lights began to flicker some, the air getting heavier with more than the stench around the group of delinquents. “I don’t know man but I ain’t fuckin’ getting near there now. I’ve smelled nicer piles of dog shit dude,” the lights going out around them. “What? Aw dude man its dark as shit in heeeaaagh oh my fucking god!” one of them yelled, falling over in shock at what he saw when the lights came back on. Others wheeling around in surprise by the look of horror on the other’s face. “What the fuck?” they shouted, seeing the colossal feral standing right behind them. He grinned, eyes opening. Bright and glowing yellow in the dimness of the seedy subway platform. He sneered, an otherworldly chuckle emanating from what felt to be all around them as he approached. “Fuck you stay away from me fucker! Get the fuck back man,” the stunned man shouted, almost a whimper as he didn’t know what to do against the colossal eight-foot tall beast that towered even over the tallest and strongest among them. He scrambled and quickly produced a handgun from his hoodie, a 38 snubnose undoubtedly procured through less than legitimate means.

“Cute,” he sneered, a harsh, deep, and guttural voice that was heard as crisp in their ears as if it was said through headphones, drowning out the noises around them. “Jesus it talks,” another squeaked, he’d never seen a talking feral before, not in this region. Least of all such a gigantic one.

“You boys and your silly little toys. I suggest you run along before you make me miss my fun. Because if I can’t have fun,” he paused, grunting as he’d lower his head, closing his eyes. The lights in the terminal beginning to flicker again, a dark mist beginning to emanate from him. “Then I get angry and none of you would like THAT,” the venom dripping in that voice was deep as it nearly made the young men piss themselves in fright. His eyes shot open, pupils visible as a bright white serpentine slit as columns of dark, black energy began to swirl out from around him. The man with the gun almost yelping as the snubnose he was carrying began to shake, its barrel chamber crumbling before his very eyes. “Now LEAVE” the wolf snarled, tail hiking in a threatening stance, those massive black claws raking over the tiled floor, cutting into it like it was merely playdough.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck!” the horrified man’s went up more than a few octaves in pure terror, seeing those huge dagger like fangs bared at him. “We sorry! Fuck,” another of them whimpered, theirs ears as flat as could be, two in the group having actually pissed themselves, jeans soaked in their own urine as they ran off, scrambling over one another just to get away as fast as they could. Reign waited until they disappeared from his sight before his tail lowered and featured softened, smirking a little to himself. He nodded to his side, a snarling heard as heavy footprintcs could be heard crashing down on the tiled floor, leaving lupine-shaped gouges in the tilework. A low snarling could be heard next to the lupine. “Make sure we’re uninterrupted,” Reign would muse, buttbumping what would appear to be the air before one would hear the pillar nearby shudder, streaks of shit appearing over the column. A guttural chuckle heard before the unseen entity dashed ahead, tearing up parts of the terminal before ascending the stairs in a flurry. He’d turn then his sights to that bathroom the boys were so keen on.

All the while to the Lucario inside the bathroom nothing that had transpired outside seemed to have reached him. The lights never went out for him in the restroom that was on a separate circuit. What was unusual was he was taking one hell of a serious shit. ‘Ppbbbllrt,’ ‘Frrrt!’ the gross sounds echoed throughout the vacant restroom as the splashing of runny shit splattering into the poor toilet behind the Lucario could be heard. The Lucario cursing a bit as he grunted and gasped some. Another hot outpour of ass mud exploding into the toilet with force. He could practically feel part of the splatter coming back up on his ass cheeks on that one. He probably had to consider a courtesy flush when he’d hear the doors open to the restroom. The Lucario hurking before much to his chagrin he let out a particularly hard and bassy blast of gas that echoed out hard as it was loud. “Ffrrrrbbblt! Pppht!” announcing another downpour of hot post-fast food shit.

“Nice one,” he’d suddenly hear a voice ring out, deep with a harsh tinge to it he couldn’t quite describe. Heavy footsteps heard entering the restroom, before the Lucario would see possibly the biggest foot paws of his life land at the entrance to his stall. The smell of what was unmistakably shit rising in the room as harsh, heavy shuffling could be heard, before even the Lucario would jump hearing tiling crumble to claws sinking in. A huge, deep, and loud grumbling noise heard outside like rolling thunder to the stunned Lucario’s ears. “Hope you don’t mind,” was all the Lucario would hear before his own udders would jump with him, jumping back even though he could feel the growing pile of shit touching his ass cheeks as the stall walls grumbled. The stall door popping off its latch as the walls bowed in, sounds of steel groaning and protesting as steel sheeting bend easily under the immense weight of what was leaning back against the stalls. The moocario’s ears dropping as his eyes went as wide as dinner plates, utterly stunned by what he was seeing.

Ass was what he was seeing. Fetid, rancid, and splattered in remnant shit liberally. The moocario not even able to see the full extent of the sides of that utterly colossal ass that looked like it would take up three of the four stalls in the restroom with ease. As thick around as a city bus it was a miracle to the Lucario it even got inside here through the doorway that looked as though it couldn’t have possibly accommodated even half those mammoth cheeks he was face-to-face with. That pucker, it put stallions to shame in how utterly huge, fat, and bloated it was. Easily the size of a car tire with what looked like steam practically wafting off it. The Lucario able to see just the side of the massive wolf’s face casting a leering grin back at him. “I gotta shit too,” the wolf grunting. The moocario couldn’t even get out a word before the room erupted into chaos. Low, rumbling farting blasting the man in the face with enough force to make his fur and ears flutter in the wind. His silvery grey eyes having to close as he was unceremoniously blasted in hot methane. The stench was unlike anything Ashes had ever beheld before. Thick, potent, it engulfed the room in a thick brown haze. “We’ll have to share,” the wolf making the decision for him. Before he could even protest steel groaned as it twisted and warped until he was face-to-face with that steaming hot, fetid pucker. Those massive balls of his spilling over the ground since they were so immense they barely lifted off the ground with the huge wolf’s earth-rattling gait.

“Oh god,” was all the Moocario could get out before Reign farted again, lower, deeper this time, the Lucario finding himself being sprayed with hot liquid shit. The hot torrent’s squirting and spraying over him with the subtlety of a burst from a fire hydrant, painting him and the walls behind him in thick, viscous dripping muck. “Fuuuck…” Reign cooed, the Lucario’s own cock betraying him, throbbing against his udder as he watched that pucker begin to actually open. Yawning wide enough to engulf him nearly it was so very wide. The pokemon hybrid coming face-to-face with a hot steaming wall of shit. The Lucario brapping out another hot torrent of shit himself to spite his stunned arousal. “Lets shit,” the wolf grinned, licking his lips.

Like that the moocario would hear more groaning and protest to the walls around him that crinkled like a soda can to the wolf leaning down and slowly lowering himself onto him. Pressing his face against that rancid, fetish surface before he chuckled. “Give it a lick faggot,” Reign chuckling, making those massive hips sway. Gulping, the Lucario even surprised himself with how… willing he was to reach out with both arms and wrap them around that vile girth before putting his face to it, Reign able to heard the sloppy squelches of the embrace and subsequent worship. He merely grinned and gave it a little heave and the well-rounded Pokemon began to disappear into that massive turtling head. Inch by inch of hot fetid shit pushing over him until Reign’s ass made the ground shudder, having sat on and engulfed the entire moocario and most of the toilet beneath.

“Nnf. Here we go,” Reign grunted, giving a tail a hike. That stomach rumbling the only warning anyone would get nearby before a hot slurry of dark brown would begin to explode out from under him. The backwash splattering against the walls of the destroyed bathroom like a tidal wave of brown. “ppppbbbhhtt… brrrfftt!” a sickeningly wet blast of flatulence rippling out from beneath him, spraying the muck apart beneath the wolf before thicker, denser shit began to press and snake out beneath him, surging along the destroyed porcelain to the wolf’s side. The coils of semi-solid shit crashing against the far wall of the bathroom as the wolf chuckled and shifted some, arcing the coils of shit across the back of the woefully unprepared restroom. The thick logs easily wider around than the door to the room times about two. Filtered around the moocario lost beneath. The wolf shifting up again to allow the pokemon to get some fresh air, not that there was any to breath when the smell of shit had engulfed the entire room into a thick smog so thick one could barely see midst the chaos. The Lucario looking up as the wolf teasily swayed those hips above him, balls bumping into him as he grunted and shat against the wall behind him. The wolf giving a little groan as his ass belched out hot torrents around the next log, making it rain hot creamy shit over the already shit-logged pokemon while the execess spilled and poured out all around him.

“Nnf. Be my toilet long enough and this… this will be only a warmup for even someone like you,” the beast mused, the moocario’s heart skipping beats practically, heart pounding in his chest to seeing that ass return, pushing him up and in-between those colossal ass cheeks. “Lets take a walk before this place gets a little too cramped,” even if Reign would be the one to do all the walking, holding Ashes all the way to the door before turning some and giving it a hip bump, concrete and brick work cumbling along with the door frame spilling over as that hip bump hit the wall with the subtly of a wrecking ball. Making those fat ass cheeks giggle some, but the Lucario only able to feel the faintest reverberations of. No, he should have been more worried about what came next. Reign licked his lips, sneering back at the wrecked shit hole of a bathroom he’d just made before grunting again.

The Lucario able to feel that pucker vibrant as he cut another hot, sloppy rumbling fart that sent closes of shit washing over him. “Kiss every inch toilet bitch,” Reign commanded him, easig up to let the Lucario drop to his own feet again, just in time to watch that pucker bow open wide and send a thick arc of juicy, steaming hot shit crashing into what remained of the restroom, the pathetic excuse for a insult to waste control disseapering, becoming very quickly nothing but a memory under the rising tide of shit that would fill it to and past the brim. Turds caressing the ceilings of the subway terminal itself as the resulting load began to spill out into the terminal. The colossal demon growling with delight as he felt those hands massing his bloated ring, not needing to know Ashes had his mouth wrapped around every fat, fetid inch that exploded from that hole. The sheer force and speed it came out leaving the Lucario in utter awe, the taste alone the most potent thing to ever grace his lips. The most intense taste of shit his taste buds had ever been delighted by. “Lets head topside. We’re going to need more room if you want to be a true toilet faggot,” Reign mused, the Lucario not hesitating to try to keep up with the wolf as he cockily sashayed his way to the stairwell, continuing to shit the whole way there and up. Pausing near the top to pinch off, stomach rumbling. Reign would crouch over, flag his tail hide, and shart hard, sending and explosion of hot semi-solid muck over a shocked and terrified crowd behind him that would pain half the city street behind him in muck. The Lucario was practically glossy eyed, the runny sludge pouring from his mouth as he shamelessly tried to shovel it in. Helping smear the wolf’s balls in hot, fresh muck. Pressing himself to him tightly before he’d rise back up, crouching his hind legs down again, smashing the hood of a car in the process. “Now then. Be a good turd sleeve and eat. Eat it and don’t you dare stop,” Reign grunted, tailhole already quivering to hold it back. The wolf’s tail giving a flick, spraying remnant shit that had splattered it across the road to his side, able to feel the embrace of those arms around his pucker, Ash able to tase his ass sweat and remnant shit over that huge ring before digging his muzzle in.

Reign gave a huff and cut a hard, deep, bombastic shart. A hot landslide of more ass mud before that pucker would crackle and squelch wide, the pokemon’s face lost practically in the girth of that load. Hot and heavy it would press and squelch past Ashes’s face. Him opening his mouth wide to welcome that hot wolf manure inside. Chugging as much of that vile turd down as he could like he was deepthroating a dick. Able to feel it press against the walls of his throat going down. Fighting to prevent the urge to choke as he struggled, trying to be the obedient toilet he wanted to be. He liked the idea of any potential reward it got him from this awesome being that made everything until now look like a tease. Without having to worry about space now… now he could actually shit.

The logs surged and Ashes found himself still chugging it down as it kept coming and coming. He didn’t even mind the ensuing chaos behind him, he only had eyes for this glorious ass and its outpourings. He didn’t even realize his stomach was growing bigger and bigger and bigger as he kept eating. The pokemon starting to shit himself like the shameless filthy pig he was even if it paled to what he was trying to eat down. At times he found himself shoulder deep inside that pucker and others he was licking those logs in pure adoration even as his own stomach lifted him off the ground.

“Not bad… for a beginner,” Reign finally mused, pinching off after what felt an eternity later. Licking his lips Ashes belched thunderously loud, a brown smog billowing from his mouth akin to the beast’s own farts as shit sprayed from his backside like a fountain. It did little to rlieve the pressure, the pokemon but a small thing on his stomach that had engulfed the entire road, bloated and pressing against the sides of the buildings around him. A rancid dumpster for the wolf’s shit that by now had eclipsed nearby buildings, the piles overtaking their sides and roofs midst a scene of utter chaos. “You’ll make for a fine shit dumpster with some more practice,” Reign chuckled, butt-bumping the massively overfull moocario’s side.

“Bruuuuuarp. Thanks…” he managed to murmur.

“Alright shitpig. When you shit it all out we’ll give it another go. I’ll let you stew in it all for now. Enjoy the next few days. I’ll be back to see if we can start making you a proper toilet,” Reign gave him a confident smirk and wink. The wolf’s ass wobbling some as he’d sway his hips, padding down the night streets like he owned them. He practically did when like the moocario the entire section of the city now reeked of him.