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Winnifred got the house ready. Her guest would be there shortly. She cleaned up the basement, got some air freshners ready, made sure she had clean clothes, and made sure the shower was working. She didn't want to appear too hosting but she cared about leaving the right impression. The 40 something ostrich woman chose some pretty clothes for the evening, ironic considering what she would be doing later. She wore a jacket over a frilly pink top and a pair of beige pants. The shirt was loose and allowed her big breasts a lot of room. There was a doorbell. Winnifred went up and saw a tall horse girl in the window. She opened the door up and horse girl's flabby frame into view. She was dressed in a plain t-shirt and jeans. "Hello..." said Winnifred, trying to remember the girl's name, "Shirley." "Hi," said Shirley. "Can I come in?" Winnifred chuckled. "You can do more than that." Shirley walked in, her bare hoof toes clacking on the floor. Winnifred neglected any kind of footwear too, her scaled feet clicking their claws on the floor. "Where is it?" asked Shirley. Winnifred's house looked very nice. There was barely a bit of grime or deterioration in the kitchen and what she saw of the living room, but Shirley didn't expect them to do [i]it[/i] in a nice part of the house. "This way," said Winnifred. She went to a door and flicked a light. Shirley followed her down a set of stairs into a basement. The basement was drab but Shirley could understand why Winnifred wouldn't want to furnish a room that was meant for beastly desires. She pointed at a tv. "There. Let's watch an old sitcom. It will help us relax." They walked over and Shirley saw a stack of newspaper by the couch. Winnifred took a paper. "Did you want to do it on some newspaper?" Shirley nodded. "Yes." Winnifred draped a seat for herself and then for Shirley. They sat down and Winnifred picked up the remote to turn on the TV and open Getflix. "Usually I watch something intense to loosen up and inspire release. What were you thinking?" "You said sitcom?" asked Shirley. "That's fine." Shirley looked over the couch. There were stains on the seats. Shirley had used it before. Shirley looked over at Winnifred. "So how do we do this?" Winnifred said, "You just go when you want to. Pee all over your seat. It's not complicated." "Ok," she got comfortable. Relief would come when it was ready. Winnifred put on an old sitcom: Bruin's Place. It was about a group of friends who lived together in an apartment. Most of the stories focused on their sex life and personal drama. Winnifred didn't watch it when it was on tv and it was before Shirley's time but she wouldn't want anything too good on tv while she was doing what she was doing. Shirley had to tell herself to relax, and had to remind herself to breath. She was nervous and worried that it was all just a ploy, this playdate Winnifred agreed to. That what would happen is that Shirley would go in her pants and then Winnifred would make fun of her for it. Not a few minutes into the show and Shirley heard [b]*plip plip*[/b]. She looked over at Winnifred and the ostrich woman, staring calmly at the television, had wetness streaming down her pants. A puddle emerged underneath her, soaking the newspaper. The wetness went down her legs and dripped onto the carpet. Shirley bit her tongue, feeling an urge to giggle that would have insulted her if it went her way, but watched as the pee flooded the newspaper and poured onto the cushion and between the creases. Winnifred didn't notice. Her legs got soaking wet, there was a waterfall going down the front of the couch, and she barely redirected her eyes. As the flow settled and urine sank into the newspaper, there was a [b]*PLLRRRRP*[/b], squelchy and thick. Then came a [b]*frt-frt*[/b], a [b]*frreeet*[/b], and then a [b]*PLORRRPL*[/b] and a stench hit Shirley's nose. While squelching rumbled from Winnifred's behind. As it quaked, bumps appeared at the bottom of her peed pants and pushed outward. "You're going!" said Shirley. Winnifred looked over and smirked. "Yes. I am relieving myself." Shirley leaned her head down to get a closer look at the ostrich lady pooping into her pants. The odor hit the horse girl's nose and she found it inviting. "Did you want to go first?" asked Winnifred. "No," said Shirley, "it's better if you go first." The squelching subsided and Winnifred wiggled her butt to feel and weigh how big of a load she ejected. It was a hefty load and she was proud. Shirley worried she would not be able to willingly relieve herself into her pants but watching Winnifred do it filled her with confidence. "Wow. You totally went in your pants." Winnifred kept her eyes on the show. "That's what I'm here to do." They relaxed. The show played. It was an episode where Herman, a chubby trout guy, misjudged his relationship with Brianna the falcon as he grossed her out when he started casually masturbating in front of her. "Is this the show with the bed-wetting episode?" asked Shirley. Merely mentioning bed-wetting got Shirley's gut to relax and loosen. "I do not know," said Winnifred. "There was a show like this," said Shirley, "where one of the main characters starts peeing the bed." Shirley giggled. "I think that's so cute!" "Is that what you look for in a partner?" asked Winnifred. Shirley grinned, "It's... appealing." "Would a bed-wetting episode make going easier?" asked Winnifred. Shirley rubbed her feet together, hoof-toes clacking. "Maybe. Or any episode where someone messes themself." Winnifred smiled. "Have you ever seen Mighty Force? There's a pretty explicit scene where a plane is crashing and a man totally urinates himself." "No I don't think I have," said Shirley. "Is that what you watch? Action movies with scary scenes?" Winnifred nodded. "Yes. Seeing that sort of thing, I imagine what I would do in those situations." She chuckled. "And my reaction to me being in a crashing plane would be to evacuate my bowels." Shirley snickered. "Who wouldn't?" "I watch things like apocalypse stories," said Winnifred. "Things like Doomsday Summer, the one with the meteor strike. Thinking about those situation gets me to... go." Shirley saw that movie. It came out a few years ago-- the story of a bunch of college kids when its revealed a meteor is on the way and will crash into earth, wiping out all zoomanity. Shirley saw it and found it really sad but didn't consider it being something inspiring of irregular toilet behavior. "I saw that one," said Shirley. Thinking about it a moment, she said. "I can see why you chose that one. Being in an apocalypse situation, everyone would freak the fuck out." Shirley nodded. "I've seen it in real life in small amounts. You are too young for this but there was the Starry Scare. Everyone thought that we were done for, those who believed it." She grinned. "I went into a bus station and saw two people having sex in the middle of the floor!" "Going all out," said Shirley. "And some people probably just..." Shirley bladder opened, with no protest to her. The horse girl fired hot piss into her pants and panties, flooding them quickly and the fabric getting wet in an instant. The wetness fired down her jeans and doused through the denim, hitting the seat with tremendous force. A splash exploded from the horse girl's center. Shirley giggled, looking nervous and uncertain so Winnifred took the horse girl's hand and caressed her fingers as Shirley let it all good. Liquid was flowing over the edge of the cushions within seconds. The couch was flooded by the horse girl's emission. [b]*FRRRRRRRT*[/b] [b]*pppt!*[/b] [b]*pbt!*[/b] [b]*FLOOORRRRRPLLL*[/b] was the sound Shirley's butt made. She got crapping and she got crapping hard. The horse girl let out a mare's load into her pants, quickly filling her soaked panties with a good batch of fecal matter. The load landed in her underwear and spread out, took much for some under garments to hold. The shape on her jeans pushed out and a thick odor hit the air. Winnifred smiled, watching the horse girl shit herself. Shirley's embarrassment and shame faded from her face. She went to another place as her bowels emptied themselves. As her peeing ceased and she let out all the poop she could, her eyes looked at herself. "Wow..." "Nicely done," said Winnifred. She looked at the clock. "It's not been fifteen minutes since you arrived and already you've gone." "[i]I know,[/i]" said Shirley. "I was expecting that to be a lot harder." Winnifred and her were still locked in hands. Winnifred rubbed a thumb over Shirley's palm. "Maybe you were just comfortable." Shirley blushed and stared at Winnifred's eyes. The older woman turned out to be nice company. Shirley looked at her seat. She checked behind to see a huge push out from her jeans. There was a stickiness going down her thighs. "Wow... I really [i]barned[/i] in my pants." "Barned?" asked Winnifred. "That's a farm animal term I guess," said Shirley. She framed her chubby horse form. "But I'm a horse." "I've never heard it," said Winnifred, sounding interested. "It runs in my family," said Shirley. "We say stuff like that-- I gotta go barn, I just barned, where's the place to barn? That kind of thing." Winnifred giggled. "Interesting." Shirley rubbed Winnifred's finger and shifted a foot closer to hers. "So... when did you start doing this?" Winnifred relaxed and watched tv, "It's been some time. Maybe a year? I was out at the desert and I saw a couple vultures perching on a fence. I felt a connection to them." She took a hand through her bald head. "Being a very [i]close[/i] relative to vultures." She waited for a giggle from Shirley. "I was serene but then one of them... went. So peacefully. Its friends joined in, all while staring at me like they were expecting me to do the same." Shirley grinned. "Did you?" "No," said Winnifred. "Not at that moment. But one day I was driving home in a rental car and angry how uncooperative the agency was being with me and I... went." "Just like that?" asked Shirley. Winnifred nodded. "Yes. Afterwards I threw away the skirt and panties and I cleaned myself up but left the mess in the car when I dropped it off at the depot." Shirley snickered. "I was out at a cabin, walking out in the woods where a lot of people went nude. I had the urge but before I ripped off my clothes, I took a pee in my pants." "Sounds peaceful," said Winnifred. Looking at the big, beautiful horse girl, Winnifred shifted closer, rubbing her wet pants in a soaked newspaper to get hip-to-hip. "You know..." She pointed at the shower in the corner. "We could get out of these clothes and clean ourselves then..." She rubbed Shirley's chubby belly. "Then we could go up to my room and do something else very animalistic." Shirley smiled. "I'd... like that." Winnifred leaned up to kiss Shirley on her house snout. Shirley kissed back. Then they watched the tv show a little while further, soaking in their urine and resting in their stenches. --