Doodle Story: Everything's Messier with Taurs
A foxtaur named Hal encounters some severe bowel desperation at a mall, and has to decide if he should use a toilet too small for his rear-end or hold it in and go outside.
Doodle Story: Everything's Messier with Taurs
The foxtaur panted as he continued to run down the sidewalk, sweat pouring down his face. He knew that he had four legs instead of two, and that it was natural for taurs like him to be pudgier than the average fur, but he still liked to keep in shape. The four-legged kitsune had heard stories of taurs who became so lazy and fat that they physically could not walk. That was the last thing the dark-red fox wanted to become, so he made sure he jogged--sometimes sprinted--around the neighborhood at least an hour a day. Besides, Hal had to go to the mall today anyway to buy a gift for his soon-to-be girlfriend, so he figured he may as well just jog his way into the city. Hal lived in a community that was designed specifically for taur creatures like himself. They had custom-made bathrooms and furniture and beds, and the rooms were built wide enough for any taur creature to have room in. Unfortunately for Hal, he ended up getting a house just outside of a city that wasn't fully accustomed to the four-legged species. Sure, some of the buildings were wide enough, and a few even included special seats for taurs to relax in, but it was still hard for the four-legged kitsune to traverse around some of the stores without knocking something over with his tail or posterior. But he knew if he bought something shiny and large from her favorite jewelry store there, he'd finally win her over.
Hal stopped beside a bus-stop and exhaled a few times, desperately catching his breath. The taur wiped some of the sweat off his brow before resting beside the glass. There were a couple of other two-legged furs on the other side impatiently waiting for the bus to come by, but they paid no attention to Hal, even though his scent was a bit distracting. Hal straightened out his brown shirt before he wagged his tail and prepared to jog again. But before he could, his giant belly growled, causing the red fox to moan a bit. He pressed his black paws against his chest and exhaled a couple of times. He probably should've have eaten so much dinner last night, but his soon-to-be girlfriend was such an amazing chef. Even after his belly was stuffed from eating six servings of food, he went ahead and got more. Hal shook his head and relaxed. As far as he could tell, it was only gas. And anyway, he was a taur--he wasn't wearing pants, so he didn't have to worry about soiling himself. The only pants he tried on before ended up ripping, so he decided to roam around the place pants-less like every other taur he knew. Hal sighed as his bowels churned a little. The foxtaur figured it wouldn't hurt if he let some gas out, so he subtly wagged his tail before passing gas for quite a long time.
Since taurs have stomachs that can hold and digest more food than the average furry, it made their posteriors quite a nuisance. Bigger stomachs meant they could eat more food. More food meant more flatus. Even the most eloquent of taurs could dish out a fart capable of clearing an entire room once all the food digested. And Hal's rear-end was no different. The fart that came out of his ass sounded more like a deep booming noise as opposed to a trademark trumpet sound. The foxtaur just stood there as he released the gaseous monster, finding it to be quite normal for someone of his structure. But the furries sitting at the bus stop didn't. Some of them shouted and glanced at Hal with disgust, and others covered their muzzles and coughed a bit. Once Hal was done and noticed all of the commuters had heard or smelled the flatulence he just released, he frowned. The taur quickly sprinted away before any of them could scold him. Even after he got away, his flatulence didn't cease. The four-legged animal trotted down the sidewalk as gaseous emissions escaped from his rear-end. He couldn't control his smelly flatus even if he wanted to. Hal briefly thought about just running behind a tree or a set of bushes and taking a shit there, just to get it out of the way. But as he pondered, the "bigger stomachs" concept came to mind. More food meant more flatulence, and more feces. Hal remembered all the times when he and some of his friends took a dump that only a feral grizzly bear would leave behind. Should anyone step--or fall--in the massive mound he left behind and someone figured out he was the one who released it, he could be fined for not picking it up. Hal sighed and continued to run to the mall. He was sure he could hold it.
Once Hal reached the mall, things immediately went downhill. Just when Hal reached the main atrium, his bowels began to act up. Before he could even stop himself, a loud, booming fart escaped from his ass and echoed throughout the area. The deep sound quickly filled the air for an agonizing five seconds. Luckily no one was standing directly behind Hal, but some of the furs walking past him could smell the rotten fumes he just released. After the foxtaur let the gas out, he blushed and laughed nervously, trying to play off the situation by walking away from the crowd staring at him. Once everything seemed to be back to normal, Hal exhaled and rushed towards the restroom. He may as well get it all out now before things got out of hand. But just as he was about to head inside, he bumped into one of his friends, a cheetahtaur named Sachen. He rubbed his forehead after Hal bumped into him before chuckling.
"I just know only you could've set off a bomb that loud," he said.
"Hey, Sachen. Didn't expect to see you here."
"Oh yeah, they got an awesome gym here. It's pretty great to just walk inside and look at everyone expressions when they see a taur as strong as me!"
"Do you even work out here, or do you just brag?"
Sachen flexed his arms and grunted. "Both! Wanna feel 'em?"
"No, no, I'll leave you to your narcissism. I just came here to buy a gift for Colleen."
"That vixentaur you've been banging for the past two months? Why are you buying a gift for your fuck-buddy?"
Hal's stomach rumbled again. "She's not a fuck-buddy! At least, she won't be after I get her a necklace or ring or something. Once I buy her something, it'll show her that I care for her more than all the other guys she's banged in the past."
"Or you can be single like me so you don't have to worry about gold diggers, which is what Colleen will turn into if you buy her a shiny rock."
Hal huffed, annoyed by the cheetahtaur's resentment towards Colleen. "Whatever. I'll see you later, yeah?"
"Sure...hey, hold up a second!"
Hal turned around after pushing open the bathroom door. "What?"
"Trust me; you don't want to go in there."
"Why? You didn't--"
"No, I only took a piss, and it was outside. But these goddamn bathrooms aren't designed for taurs! It is not physically possible for us to piss or shit inside a toilet bowl!"
"Don't you turn around and squat over the porcelain?"
"I tried that several times. I always pee near the toilet or on the toilet, but never actually in it. It's a real bitch when you in the center of the mall and your diarrhea acts up and you have to sprint outside so your bowels don't loosen all over the floor."
Hal closed the door and sighed. "Fuck it--all I gotta buy is one jewel and them I'm out of here. I'll hold it till I'm back home."
"Whatever you say. See ya!"
The red fox watched as Sachen headed upstairs and got back to his gym, whilst he hunched over a bit and held his stomach. He thought about releasing some more gas, but knew that if he did, it would literally sound like someone blasted a sour note from a tuba. But Hal couldn't hold it any longer. He needed to let the gas out, and fast. Not realizing he was only a couple of feet from the bathroom, Hal rushed forward and threw himself into an elevator, one of the things the mall did make roomy enough for taurs. He sighed and pushed the "3" button so he could hurry up and get to the store. Since Hal had the whole box to himself, he lifted his tail, ready to let out a big one. But just when he was about to, the elevator stopped on the first floor, and in walked half a dozen two-legged creatures. Hal sighed heavily. He thought about leaving, but farting in such a public place was worse than farting in an elevator. The doors closed, and then one of the passengers pressed the button for the ground floor. Hal swore in his mind and held his belly as it grumbled. There were two furs standing behind him; if he farted they were probably gonna puke everywhere. The taur shifted around a bit as his stomach growled some more. They reached the ground floor and the lizard stepped out, only for two more to step back in. Hal could see one of the passengers about to push the "2" button, but he shoved her finger out the way and hit the "3" again.
The foxtaur whimpered a little as the elevator slowly ascended to the third floor. He pushed the button three more times, hoping that it would go faster. Maybe it was imagination, but it seemed like the elevator went slower. He whimpered again and jabbed the button several times, still wishing the elevator would speed up. But it kept going slower and slower, and his bowels were becoming more active. By the time the elevator reached the second floor, it stopped and shuddered a little. Everyone groaned, experiencing this before. Hal closed his eyes and pressed his forehead along the door, his stomach gurgling so much everyone could hear it.
"You all right pal?"
One of the furries behind him poked him in the ass. Hal didn't stand a chance; he blew out a gigantic fart right in two of the furries' faces. The deep, sputtering noise quickly spread all around the elevator for several seconds. The odor coming from Hal's ass immediately spread all around the box, trapping everyone inside a humid, stinky chamber they couldn't get out of. The foxtaur swore and immediately hit the "3" button as hard as he could. The elevator suddenly came back to life, and so did Hal's bowels. He ripped another big one right in front of the furries, polluting the once clean air with the horrible stench of what he ate for dinner and breakfast. He was amazed no one vomited, but two of the creatures inside were retching as the elevator slowly reached the third floor. Once it got there and Hal heard the ding, he panted and threw himself out the rancid box, just seconds before someone regurgitated their lunch all over the floor.
"Goddamn! This is the third time this week you taurs made someone puke in the elevators! You ever thought about seeing a gastroenterologist?!"
Hal's stomach growled even more. "Sure, I'll-I'll get right on that. Sorry about the mess!"
The foxtaur quickly sprinted away from the angry hippo and burst into his soon-to-be girlfriend's favorite jewelry store. He knew his gut was bubbling, ready to release more gas, but he didn't care. He didn't care if anyone insulted him or his gas. He just wanted to get the damn ring or necklace and go home. Hal carefully traversed around the store, making sure his posterior didn't bump into any of the display cases or shatter any glass. He stood in front of the sales clerk and began to open his mouth. The foxtaur didn't even have time to get out a word before he blew another massive gust of wind. This one wasn't as loud as the others, but it sputtered much more than normal, and it sounded very wet at the end. It left behind an odor that was just as bad as diarrhea, and the four-legged animal whined as his hind legs began to shake. He looked up at the clerk again, but once again he let out a squeaky, squishy fart that let his hole moist. Hal panted four times before he held his stomach. His lower body seemed to be going against him; he squatted, spread out his legs, and lifted his tail. The only reason why he didn't shit all over the floor just then was because he immediately shouted and stood back up. But it was pretty clear he wouldn't last for another thirty seconds.
"Where's your bathroom?" he asked, his voice strained.
"Down the hall on the left," said the clerk as he held a paw over his muzzle.
"Thank you."
The red foxtaur sprinted out of the jewelry store and pushed open the bathroom door. He could feel his hole expanding in diameter, eager to let out the waste that was building in his rectum. Like Sachen said, the bathrooms weren't built for taurs, but they did have toilets in them. He panted as he pushed open the nearest stall that was empty before turning around so his ass was pointed at the porcelain. He lifted up the toilet seat with his hind leg and backed up into the stall. He squatted over the toilet bowl, panted a few more times, and then he let go. The foxtaur sighed with much relief after he heard the first couple of plops, but once he dropped four brown logs, his hole became jammed. He grunted a little and lifted up his left hind leg before it all burst out of his ass with a nasty and voluminous fart. There was so much shit trying to escape his anus at one time that when it finally came out, it exploded and went in all directions. Chunks of it were all over the bowl and even the floor now--not that Hal cared. He let out another foul fart before he sighed again and started to drop several small chunks of shit, all of which plopped into the bowl loudly. Someone walked into the bathroom and immediately ran back out once he heard and smelled what Hal was doing. But the four-legged beast didn't care at all. He was just glad that he was getting it all out of his system.
Hal stopped shitting for a moment and leaned over a bit so he could release more flatulence. The deep sputtering sound that crackled out of his hole was so noisy that furs outside of the bathroom briefly heard the booming sound as it bounced off the walls. The ten-second fart instantly made the bathroom humid, and the foul stench of his shit spread all around the lavatory. The foxtaur sighed before he leaned over again and let out an even nastier one, one that wound up squirting out a couple more small chunks of shit. The furry and scaley sitting in the stalls quickly flushed and ran out the bathroom, refusing to wash their hands and paws in a bathroom so malodorous. Hal exhaled after he released the gas before his hole bulged outwards and began to push out several long logs, each one at least a foot long. Hal relaxed himself as he heard the various splashes, but after he pushed out five logs, the splashes and plops turned into splats. Hal swore; there was so much shit in the toilet bowl that it was clogged now, and some of it was landing around the toilet bowl. The foxtaur thought about flushing, but he couldn't reach around to grasp the handle. He swore again, louder this time, and shifted forwards a little. He sighed as he started to defecate all over the floor, feeling all the logs as they hastily descended from his funky ass and plopped on the floor with faint splats. The foxtaur wasn't sure how much shit he was laying on the floor, but he knew the smell and size of it couldn't be pleasant. And yet, Hal didn't stop himself.
He remained in the same position for thirty seconds before his bowels began to relax, and he exhaled a few times. The foxtaur stood straight up before he farted and wagged his tail. Hal shook his head and plugged his nose before he walked out of the stall. Curious, he glanced over at the mess he made in the stall and frowned. There was shit all over the floor, the toilet was coated with brown splotches, and the toilet bowl was so full that the excrement was sticking out of it. Hal thought about wiping his ass or flushing away some of the shit, but the toilet was clogged, and he wasn't physically capable of reaching around to wipe himself. So Hal just sat down and grunted as he dragged his ass along the floor and wiped off the defecation as good as he could. Then he washed his paws and left the bathroom, brushing past a cervine who was about to enter. The deer glanced over his shoulder and frowned when he saw the creature's giant ass. The cervine didn't even bother pushing open the door, even though he was on the verge of pissing his pants. Whether the foxtaur was pissing or shitting or even vomiting, the stag knew that the four-legged beast left a huge mess and a bad smell all over the place. He sighed before he stealthily snuck into the women's restroom and peed in there.