Find A Bathroom...Any Bathroom (A Road Rovers Story)
FIND A BATHROOM, ANY BATHROOM
The Road Rovers were on another seemingly routine mission. All they had to do was infiltrate yet another enemy headquarters. The plan was simple: go in, grab the missile plans, and get out. Coleen would stay on the plane to do hack the base while Hunter, Blitz, and Exile entered the headquarters. It was a simple mission, but thanks to a certain meal the night before, Hunter and Blitz were about to be put in a rather...messy situation.
"You guys ready," Hunter asked Blitz and Exile as they prepared to infiltrate the enemy headquarters.
"Ja, let's storm zis place," Blitz relied in his traditional German accent.
"Let's blow zese guys sky high," Exile stated as he cracked his knuckles. The cano-sapiens charged into the base, immediately faced with several guards. Hunter used his super-speed to rush behind one of the guards and sweep his leg. The guard fell to the ground and Hunter repeated the process with several other guards.
Meanwhile, Blitz took out his claws and exosed his razor-sharp teeth to the guards. Blitz dodged several attempted punches and shots as he knocked the guards to the ground. As he did this, he noticed one of the guards was a bit overweight and had a fair-sized butt (or "tushy" as Blitz would say). Blitz swiftly snuck up behind the guard, opened his maw, and bit down on his buttocks with vigor. The guard screamed out loud and tried to shake Blitz off, but the Doberman's grip would not let up.
Exile, in the meantime, was simply brawling his way through the guards at a furious rate. He'd land several blows to the heads, stomachs, and even the lower backs of the guards. Either way, he was knocking out guards faster than a kilogram of valium. Soon enough, all of the guards in the room were totally knocked out.
"Hey Hunter," said Exile, "I'll head upstairs and see if there's any more guards; you and weird boy head to ze archives and steal ze plans."
"How many times do a have to tell you Exile," asked Blitz starting to sound narcissistic, "I'm a pretty boy, not a veird vun."
"You're so full of Bolshevik...weird boy," Exile stated before heading off. Blitz noticed Hunter laughing a bit and scowled at him fiercely.
Blitz and Hunter went down the hallway, using their radars to track the archives. All of a sudden, Hunter's gut started acting up. Hunter grunted a little and put a hand on his stomach.
"Have a tummy ache," asked Blitz giggling a little.
"No," said Hunter a bit frustrated, "It's just a little..." Hunter groaned before bending his knees a bit and allowing a few relatively loud gas bubbles to escape his butt.
Blitz chuckled a bit and held his nose; the odor was rather foul and beany and it was kind of cute to see his leader in this position. As Blitz was chuckling, he accidently let out a moist-sounding fart from his sleek bottom.
"Did you just fart...pretty boy," asked Hunter smirking a bit while still troubled by his own bowel issues.
"Nein, nein," Blitz said in denial, "Pretty boys do not fart." Ironically, at that line, Blitz squished out another fart by accident...one that felt a little wet.
"Whew..." said Hunter waving a hand in front of his nose, "Push any harder and you'll poop your pants during the mission." Blitz and Hunter continued walking down the hallway. The archives were getting closer...
"Rrgg..." Blitz groaned and clenched his buttocks.
"You okay there," asked Hunter in a bit of concern.
Blitz responded with a fat, squishy fart that erupted out of his anus smoothly. That time he definitely felt something wet in the seat of his outfit. "Uh oh..."
"Do you have to go to the bathroom," asked Hunter biting his lip; the sheer humidity of the Doberman's fart made his bowels churn even more. Hunter lifted his tail and a thick, juicy fart shot out with a bit more force. Hunter also felt a hot wetness in the seat of his pants at that point.
"Ja...but ve've got a mission to do," Blitz said as he clasped his butt cheeks together with his hands. Another fart worked its way out, accompanied by a thick spritz of shit. His sleek rump was getting slipperier by the second, and he didn't know how much longer he could hold it in.
"The archives are right over here," said Hunter with a longer, leakier fart, "let's grab the files and head back to the ship's bathroom. At that point, both of the canines' ass cracks were pretty much flooded with brown. They were beyond desperate to go, and practically dove into the archives. Hunter and Blitz frantically searched for the missile plans, hoping they could find them and make it back to the ship's bathroom.
Blitz had just about had it; a thick log poked out of his rectum and parted his cheeks. "I can't hold it!" Blitz's anus gave way and a soft squish was heard. There was a small bulge in the back of his pants; the turd was hitting his underwear. As the canine's shit squished against the back of his pants, he frantically searched the room for something he could poop in.
"Blitz," said Hunter, "we need to go now!" Hunter couldn't hold it in anymore either, a log of his own was working its way out of his soft bottom. He was farting at a rapid rate and the stink in the archives was gradually worsening. Then things turned around nicely when Hunter noticed a certain file cabinet. It said: "Plans to defeat the Road Rovers." Through the desperate shifting and farting, Hunter grinned and opened the cabinet.
"Danke, Hunter," thanked Blitz unbuckling his belt and removing his pants and exposing his sleek, bubbly ass, "I need to go pooey!" Blitz plopped his stinky, fat ass on the edge of the open file cabinet and pushed. The log that had been squishing against his underwear was finally released into the cabinet. Blitz sighed heavily before a steamy shart burst out with force, making his big bottom jiggle.
"When you gotta go, you gotta go," said Hunter removing his slightly soiled pants to reveal his big, golden bubble butt. Hunter took a seat directly behind Blitz on the cabinet and relaxed himself. The turd that Hunter had been pathetically trying to hold back finally landed with a plop after a nice clench of his butt cheeks. Hunter gave a fat, windy fart that made his butt cheeks flap together. Hunter's gas smelled like a swamp ass mixed with burnt beef.
"Hey Hunter," said Blitz with a sigh, "Don't get any poo on my beautiful hiney."
"Blitz, it's already stained," said Hunter jokingly, "I saw you pooping yourself." Blitz blushed a little and growled.
"You pooped your pants too," Blitz pointed out to Hunter, "the others vill know we did."
"We'll just steal a couple of the guards' underpants," Hunter said reassuringly. He knew Blitz was honestly embarrassed about pooping himself in front of him.
"Jah," said Blitz smiling as he pushed out a thick, moist poop from his tailhole, "Hope they can contain my big hiney." Blitz wiggled his ass playfully as another few messy farts escaped.
Hunter and Blitz both started to relax more after knowing their accident would go unnoticed. Their combined defecations sifted through the papers in the cabinet, permanently staining them with deep beige.
Hunter gripped the sides of the cabinet and pushed a little more, feeling some blockage. He panted as his anus stretched out nicely and gave way for a muddy log of shit. With a plop and a sigh, Hunter started passing a musky series of flatulence.
Blitz noticed how stinky his friend was and waved a hand in front of his nose. Wanting to monopolize the odors in the room, Blitz squeezed out another few fresh sharts. These sharts preceded a couple of pasty logs that mixed with Hunter's poop in-between the important papers.
Hunter felt the need to release the contents of his bladder, so he instinctively lifted his right leg and began to piss. Hunter's bright, strong urine splashed onto the files and started washing the ink away.
Blitz, not wanting to be outdone, lifted his left leg and started his own jet stream of piss. His thick stream of canine urine splashed all over the files that Hunter couldn't cover from where he was sitting.
Loud splashes, trickles and farts occupied the soundwaves, and Hunter and Blitz sighed in relief. It wasn't that they enjoyed pooping with one another, but they were both guys, so they were impartial to privacy. Plus, nothing could change the fact that pooping in any place feels relaxing.
Blitz gave another few farts that splashed a little dung on Hunter's backside. Hunter felt the splatter and scowled before shrugging it off and sighing. Just for fun, and to annoy Blitz, Hunter worked up a nice, dense fart to splatter a little of his own shit onto Blitz's bottom. Hunter covered his ears and tried his best not to giggle, but Blitz didn't freak out. Hunter took a quick look back and noticed that there was so much mushy shit already smeared on Blitz's ass. The layer was so thick, that Blitz didn't feel anything. Hunter scowled again, disappointed that he couldn't mess around with Blitz.
Their penises both squirted out the last few trickles of urine and their buttocks gave way to let some more turds out. Hunter let out a few soft coils of dung and Blitz's poop was a bit tougher and required more pushing on his part. With one last, long fart from each canine, Hunter and Blitz finished their dumps.
"What about ze files," asked Blitz remembering the mission.
"Well," said Hunter taking the files out of his pocket, "our mission was to destroy them, so why don't we make it so nobody will touch or read these again."
Blitz chuckled mischievously as Hunter tore off the edges of the paper, making them a lot softer and more suitable to be used as toilet paper. Hunter handed a few sheets to Blitz and used the ones he had to swab his butt with a few long wipes. Blitz however, was more comical with his wiping, farting messily onto the paper as he did it. Finally, their bottoms were clean and shiny. All they had to do was steal some of the unconscious guards' underpants and leave.
"I never thought ve'd complete a mission with our tushies," said Blitz with a giggle.
"Let's try not to do that again," said Hunter tossing his soiled underwear into the cabinet.
"Ja, let's go before ve leave next time," said Blitz, also discarding his soiled undies.