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"What a cheapskate. Can't even afford a proper shitter for employees."

The visibly furious raccoon stomped through the damp grounds, an ominous breeze wailing alongside him. The only warmth his body could feel was the anger boiling over him. He kept complaining, thinking of all the possible jokes about how terrible and gullible the glasshead boss was. All the times the so-called 'park manager' was treated as nothing more than a joke. Why the ludicrous hell does everybody act like he deserves respect? It's different from his antics proving his competence.

Not a word of that. Rigby thought to himself as his cheeks continued burning. He stomped hard across the mud, causing each step to fill up a little. A feeling of contentment caused his vision to get clearer; the trees and fence didn't look so daunting. They appeared a lot less fuzzy and grey. What seemed like storm clouds turned into harmless white cotton fluffs. Once again, his mind trailed off. He remembered Doug, an otter he had met back in the day. While he proved himself to be an actual asshole, Rigby couldn't help but remember the good parts. His heart skipped a bit.

And of course, there was Mordecai.

Even through the few bad experiences, it was fun like what the pair always had. Yes, sometimes the bluejay's personality was a turnoff. When his friend started spouting nonsense about the guy living across them being better or whatever and constantly talked down on the TV he enjoyed it. It only made him want to stay by his side. Rigby wasn't sure if he was falling for him or if this was just some physical attraction. The things he couldn't do with Doug, he could with him. Damnit, that bluejay was everything. Then his thoughts turned negative. His soft lips, the care in his voice, and when he kissed him on the

Hold the phone. That was weird.

"Nah- Nah, Nah, I can't-"

He thought out loud, speaking faster as the blood rushed to his head. He never understood what romantic desire was supposed to feel like, wasn't it just lust? Maybe a hug, a cuddle with a smile. There wasn't even much touching. Just a few caresses and looking into his deep-

"Fuuuuck"

Rigby grabbed his ears and mumbled further complaints. His groin area kept throbbing harder and harder, the pleasure becoming too strong, and the thought that he was close gave him chills. Another push. Finally, a strong burst, he clenched his fists and spread his feet. Every muscle contracting. "Uhhh", groaned the raccoon. The sweat pouring off his face made his fur cling to his skin, but he couldn't care. He had to find a spot so he could release his pent-up sexual frustration.

Despite all his walking and shouting, he had failed to realize he had entered a part of the park that was seemingly abandoned. No trash nor benches in sight, just trees and old pieces of plank. Rigby gulped, he had rarely gone there, let alone been there. He sighed, walked a couple of meters, and hid behind one of the bigger trees. He had his eyes set on the oak before him, admiring the shade it created, as well as the solidity of the bark and branches, some torn which fell and got entangled. Funnily enough, while he was soaking himself with water and urine, the sun still shone slightly. It wasn't a dark, threatening place, much contrary, it was quite the opposite.

However, that wasn't of importance now.

Rigby made sure nobody was watching, although in retrospect, why would anybody ever go to the park after seven in the afternoon? That's why everyone does their business in the morning. Nobody cares where you shit. And besides, people loved using bushes to hide themselves, so basically they expected to see a tail sticking out.

He looked up. What he was about to do wasn't illegal. He had a job, a house, and friends. Well, just Mordecai, but Rigby can't just become a nine-to-five drone, he had learned early on working equals servitude. Benson could kiss his ass, and the co-worker could smell his boss's farts from a mile away. But the horny raccoon had other, more primal needs to attend. He sat under the tree, feeling his shaft stiffen against his leg. "This is better, I don't need this but might as well do this"

The raccoon knew his actions were fruitless, but he proceeded anyway. Not because the idea was appealing, but because the denial was. He liked imagining no orifice could satisfy the size of his member, hence leading him to fantasize and create unrealistic goals. He undressed his bottom with both paws, his erection sliding freely. He began stroking, firmly but slowly. He wanted to believe his dreams would come true and maybe, his 'opportunity' was right around the corner. Again, nothing mattered, except his dick.

"Stupid fucking otter..."

He cursed quietly. Why did such a small and sleek guy have to be so sexy? He imagined Dougie lying next to him, hands doing the work for Rigby, pecking at his shoulders. He tensed a little, losing his pace and calming down. Laying his back on the ground, he kept thrusting, hoping his imagination was powerful enough to perform miracles. Alas, no; his balls felt painfully hot, begging to release. The raccoon relaxed and dug his claws deep into the ground. He breathed rapidly and held tighter. As he wrapped his fingers around his girth, his vision became hazy. Then, what he had hoped to forget, came back to his mind. The image of the blue jay he grew to love flashed vividly across his mind.

"Yo, Rigby. Whatcha doing?" The imagination of Bluejay invaded his mind, completely covering Doug's pornographic image. The raccoon groaned in frustration.

"Fuck off, Mordecai. I'm trying to jerk off to Doug!" In his mind, he immediately expressed his disinterest in talking. However, he wasn't in control of his subconscious; apparently, his thoughts wanted to imagine him there and forcefully involved him.

"Oh, the hot musky otter. Dude, he's kind of an asshole, in my opinion. Besides, don't you wanna look at my ass while you're doing it?" He said, turning his back while mockingly twerking it. Rigby couldn't refuse it was firm. It looked almost perfect like it was the first time he'd seen it. He had the sudden urge to stretch those globes and shove his entire length inside-

"Haha... Hehe, you're thinking the same thing, aren't ya' buddy? Come on. Don't you think my asshole would feel nice around your dick? Hmmm?" Mordecai teased while wiggling his rear. Since Doug was long gone from his imagination, Rigby sighed and continued his session anyway, focusing on his bro, a more approachable alternative.

"Yeah, please, Mordecai. Let me fill you up." He muttered quickly. He gave into the imagery; it was his desire, and who cared. It wasn't real. The sensation crept across his body once more, more intense than ever. Now, he was craving it; Rigby wanted to pump those cheeks over and over until his cock was the sole image engraved on the bird's brain, and him being filled with his milk. He rubbed his boner frantically, picturing the slutty expression adorning the bluejay's look. How his beak contorted while being penetrated; beads of saliva sticking on the sides, how desperately and lustful he begged for more.

"Ah-AAHHh,"

That was the last thing Rigby could say. An even more blinding flash crossed his sight. His toes curled, the paw clenching his dick cramped as his climax hit him mercilessly. Long trails of cum erupted from his tip and got stuck on his fur, sticking everywhere. Tears couldn't but escape the tight eyelids, being crushed by sensual pleasure and absolute euphoria. He whimpered as his load exploded all over while making guttural sounds. Then, after a sharp orgasm, his body relaxed. Still lying, he inhaled the air heavily and wiped the tears and the drip of his nose.

"D-Damn, no, dawg. I needed this." He reaffirmed his self-worth and, by process of elimination, did not have these feelings, or ever wish for any sort of interaction because his ego told him so. There was only one problem, a lump sitting uncomfortably on his stomach, and it wasn't his semen. He remembered why he looked for a quiet spot in the first place. A gurgling sound came out of his bowels, warning of an incoming load.

Rigby hadn't doubted much about his favorite hobby. It could've helped him relax and relieve stress, so he always prided himself on the main hero, and also the brawns, of anecdotes. Yeah, he had the 'tough guy' persona going on and besides, it wasn't a commonplace thing to do, which meant nobody would mess with him, ever. The only downside was the cleanup; especially when it was a shame dump, like it was just then. He eventually stood up and grasped his cock, needing to urinate first, to make it more bearable.

"Phew, mmm" He grunted, letting a pink, lanky object be pumped dry, he relieved himself on the grass with audible sighs, his face was flushed red. His second focus was the poop pile. It had formed a very convenient doughnut hole, it wasn't much, being an abnormally big one he always did when he was feeling stressed. Next to that, a log was protruding out, being somewhat soft, and another thicker one sitting on top, brownish, and, fresh, with some moist remnants of feces lingering on the surface.

With more noises, Rigby sat by the tree, his crotch aligning with his previous stool. For no apparent reason, he felt delighted. There wasn't a more entertaining activity than shitting, and thankfully, nobody could stop him. However, contrary to before, when it was an urgent necessity, taking a dump tended to become a much longer event, with, too much for his taste, waiting period. However, the weight had considerably been reduced, meaning his body took his cue. Squatting over the already sizeable pile, he lined the rectum gap perfectly.

"Man, not like I gotta hurry up anyway" The raccoon whispered to no one. He smiled a tad, closed his eyes, and sighed loudly, not having any particular emotion associated. His asshole clenched shut and the anus relaxed, as the matter oozed out. "Aaaahh... huuu..." He dragged his sighs further, increasing the intensity of his experience. Making relaxing sounds, Rigby hummed a pleasant moan, savoring every moment. Surprisingly, the pressure at the bottom part decreased again, and his sphincter popped open once more, and the flow of waste quickened.

His mound had increased in size, showing an interesting shape. Both ends were still and hadn't extended fully, thus creating a wide, oval-like form. Also, the middle was starting to stick out, so the seat grew like a cylinder, instead of an organic arch. Rigby felt relieved and content, before looking at the massive pile of shit and its interesting features.

"Huh, kinda looks like Benson. That's right!" The raccoon chuckled and realized the oddly shaped piece was similar to his boss's head, as a brief squint yielded the desired result. Rigby planned to bury his crap but thought of a different idea and put his rump directly atop the pile, aiding his stance and preventing the rest of the pellet drop flat. From his sight, the glob seemed bigger than it was. The thought of stepping all over it and marking his place gave him immense pleasure. After that, he was ready to leave.

"See you at work, Benson!"