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The sun shone on Cassidy's misery.

It filtered through the branches of a small copse of trees located behind the campus area, bounced on occasional beer cans here and there, and played with the flittering song of birds hidden among the leaves. Despite being a beautiful spring midday it left the calico cat cold as he trudged through the foliage, sullen and hating himself. Almost no one else came here so the woods had become Cassidy's favorite place to sulk, away from the boor of his roommate and the prying eyes of others. Due to a genetic mishap--chimerism--Cassidy was a calico cat, a trait that was almost exclusively female. As a child he had been mercilessly teased about it, and as an adult he found it hard to be taken seriously by his peers. Had he been more charismatic he might have been able to turn his uniqueness into a desirable trait, but Cassidy was by nature very timid and the sneers of others piling on him kept him shy.

Cassidy wore a sleeveless sweater with a dress shirt under it, knee high khaki shorts, long socks and dress shoes. His build was slim, boyish even in his adult years, and his fur was kept tidy and short. On his white coat were blotches of brown and black haphazardly scattered all over his body, one over the left side of his face marking him as something unusual. His mismatched pair of blue and green eyes avoided direct contact and preferred to glance at the world only furtively. He had came to Pinewoods College with hopes of a fresh start, but too soon he found himself pegged as an outcast, and loneliness drove him back to the familiar role of a weirdo at the fringes of community. A jock named Darren had especially taken upon himself to torment him whenever he could, mocking him and bumping into him on purpose to make him stumble much to the amusement of Darren's girlfriend. He did not even have the common courtesy of thinking of clever insults; he usually just called him 'calico' as if his mere existence was insult enough. It was enough to make others laugh, though, and Cassidy withdrew to his own shell even further.

Today had been especially bad day. First he had been failed by mr. Bothwell for not turning in his assignments on time, and that meant Cassidy's entire summer would be spent on makeup course. Then at the cafeteria Ariel, Darren's clueless if annoying poodle girlfriend, had chosen to sit right next to his table with her gaggle of cheerleader friends and had made loud, snide comments about him until he had lost his appetite and left. Everyone treated him so unfairly! Mr. Bothwell knew that the course was mandatory so he should have cut him some slack; Ariel was popular and he was an outcast, but that did not give her the right to rub it in!

Cassidy huffed and kicked the dirt, and came upon a small clearing where someone had made an illegal dumping site. Big mounds of leftover sand with pieces of concrete and other construction waste sticking out of them were piled on the ground haphazardly. Cassidy stepped idly on the crumbling dunes to climb them, half out of curiosity half out of boredom, ignoring the danger of jagged edges and getting his shoes dirty. If he hurt himself then maybe others would feel sorry for him, and if he had to spend the evening cleaning his shoes then at least he would have something to do.

A glint of metal caught his eye. A golden colored handle stuck out from ground, and when he tugged at it a solid lump of metal came out with it, disturbing the sand and causing a small avalanche. Cassidy yelped and slid down along the cascade, barely keeping his balance as he teetered on the uneven footing among bricks and pieces of glass. He landed gracelessly and tumbled over, banging his knee and getting his shoes full of sand, but still clutching the heavy thing out of reflex alone. He winced as he felt tears welling up in his eyes, but after a while the pain jolting through his leg subsided and he looked around. No-one had seen him stumble, which was a small blessing.

He turned his attention to the item he had found: a solid gold chamberpot with intricate carvings on its side. It was tarnished and scratched, and it was filled with dirt which Cassidy poured out, but as he slid his fingers over its surface he could feel the smooth weight and the coolness of the precious metal. The markings on it were laid out in painstaking detail, but they did not resemble any alphabet Cassidy could recognize. As he tried to look closer at them his gaze slid off their surface, as if trying to focus on an optical illusion, the symbols fluttering away to the corners of his eyes, and disoriented he shook his head and blinked. Despite being, well, silly the item still had obvious value. Cassidy hefted it in his hands as he daydreamed what to do with it. If he turned it in to the history department then maybe the local newspaper would praise him for making an important discovery? No, scratch that--he did not want to be known as the piss pot boy, which was something he was certain the locals would call him just to have another laugh at his expense. If he tried to sell it at an antiquities store then would they suspect that he had stolen it? Pinewoods was a small, sleepy college town consisting mainly of students, unemployed lumberjacks and methheads, which meant there were always people ready to turn shady business into quick buck. Perhaps it was for the best to try his luck at some unscrupulous pawn shop, then. Cassidy stuffed the pot in his backpack, and after a final glance over his shoulder he hurried through the woods and to the town proper.

--

A little while later Cassidy was turning around the corner in the outskirts of Pinewoods when he slammed face first into a solid wall of muscle. He made a muffled squeak and reeled, landing his ass on the pavement with a solid thud.

"Hey, watch your step!" an angry voice snarled at him, and when he looked up he saw Darren's scowling face.

The black and brown Rottweiler stood easily a head taller than him, and his loose sports jersey showed off his toned arms and chest. Ariel clung to him like a stripper glued to her pole, busty and sporty and with a look of mild confusion to her face, which was her natural state.

Darren took off his sunglasses, and when he recognized Cassidy his expression turned ugly.

"Oh look, it's that calico fuck," he grinned and made sure that he blocked Cassidy's path.

"...My name is Cassidy," he mumbled and tried to stand up, but was pushed back by Darren's expensive sneaker.

"Whatever, calico. That's your name now."

"Eww, look how dirty he is!" Ariel held her nose and laughed.

"Yeah right, he's not a calico cat but calico turd!" Darren barked at his own display of wit.

"What's your problem? I haven't done anything to you!" Cassidy shot out exasperated.

"I haven't done anything to you," Darren spoke in a mocking tone while Ariel giggled and chewed bubblegum. "You are my problem! Freaks like you should just go and stay gone!"

White hot anger flashed through Cassidy's mind, his suppressed rage bubbling up from a dark place and filling his eyes of visions of bashing Darren's skull in with the chamber pot, until he would stop speaking, stop breathing, stop laughing...

Stay your hand, said the voice.

"What?" said Cassidy and blinked.

"What?" said Darren and Ariel and frowned.

"Did you hear that? Who just spoke?"

Darren and Ariel glanced at each other. "There's no one else here, you stupid fuck," he opined.

"Gross, he's filthy and crazy! Let's just get to the game already, honey!"

"Yea, I don't want to catch whatever he has. You're lucky I don't beat you up today, you weird fuck!" With that they left him sitting on the street with a final shove, and strutted away in a huff.

"Great, now I've gone mad and hearing voices," Cassidy said to no one in particular as he dusted himself off.

Not true, the voice said, you heard me because I was talking to you.

"W-what is going on? Is this some kind of joke!?" Cassidy swirled around alarmed, but there were no other passerby on the deserted street.

The spirit of vengeance is no joking matter, the voice continued booming inside his head. Your great grievances brought my vessel to you, and your anger proved to me that they are justified.

"...You mean that chamberpot? What do you want?" Cassidy felt woozy. Maybe he had banged his head harder than he thought?

The same thing you want--justice.

"Why did you stop me from hitting Darren then? He definitely deserves that..."

Violence only begets violence, but humiliation stays for ever.

Cassidy crouched to open his backpack and studied the pot again. It looked the same as before, but the voice indeed seemed to emanate from within it. If someone was playing a prank on him then it was far more elaborate one than bullying him required, so the reasonable assumption was that he had gone insane--so he might just as well go with it. It was not like he had anything to lose.

"So, how does this work?" he said with a sarcastic tone suppressing the panic lurking underneath.

Imagine the faces of those who have wronged you. Wait until they are witnessed by many, and then rub my side to serve their just deserts to them.

"Darren and his girl are going to the basketball game, would that be enough?"

Will there be lots of people?

"Tons, it's the college league playoffs and Darren is their star player." A smile rose to Cassidy's cheeks.

--

By the time Cassidy arrived at the stadium it was already jam packed with cheering spectators, their body heat vibrating in the air and making him unconsciously cover from the sheer noise alone. He had seats at the back row, hidden from the attention but offering a clear view over the court. It did not take him long to spot Darren in the middle of his fellow players, joking around while they waited for the game to start, and Ariel on the other side bouncing perkily among her cheerleader pals. They looked confident and well-liked, their happiness almost a direct insult at Cassidy's seething loneliness. Without anyone seeing he eased open the backpack on his lap, and whispered into the pot, then stroked its battered side. At first nothing happened, and Cassidy sighed in disappointment, his anger leaving his body and being replaced by how stupid he felt for believing in such delusions.

Suddenly Darren snapped to attention, as if listening to a distant melody, and started walking towards the center of the court. At the same time Ariel stepped from the sidelines to meet him, both of their expressions completely blank. No one thought anything of it before they faced each other, and in a single, synchronized motion pulled down their pants and squatted. Ariel was still wearing her pom poms so he had a little trouble with her white knickers, but Darren had his game shorts at his ankles when he raised his stubby tail.

Cassidy could not believe his eyes, and neither did the audience. A wave of silence washed over the arena as people one by one turned to stare at the oddly behaving pair. Cassidy had a full view at Darren's firm buttocks and the pink pucker that peeked between ass muscles coated in short, black fur. It throbbed once, and then the tip of a big, fat turd started to squeeze out. The crowd burst in shouting, some booing angrily while others sought refuge in incredulous laughter as their star and his girlfriend decided to take a dump on the court. The rottweiler kept pushing out a steady stream of dark chocolate colored shit slug, sticky and thick as if he had not taken a dump in several days, with no end in sight and staring vacantly into the distance. Opposite to him Ariel made little grunting noises as she squeezed out an impressive sized curry colored loaf that fell on her pantied in a messy, coiled pile, her fluffy tail held high in the air and her hand seeking its way to her bared sex. She moaned loudly as she stroked her pussy and cupped her free hand over her anus, letting her poop squeeze between her fingers, and then smeared her pristine white backside with her own filth. Darren was clearly turned on by the sight and started to stroke his rock hard cock while he shat, his heavy balls swinging along the pumping motions rhythmically, his long tongue lolling out as he whined in pleasure.

Everyone was too shocked to take action, and just looked aghast at the scene unfolding before them--except Cassidy. He was thrilled that it had worked, and frightened that such a thing was even possible, but the dark glee of holding such power against people he hated was undeniable. The grunts and squirts of those two pushing out logs of shit were the sweetest music in his ears, and he had to clasp his hands over his mouth to stop himself from bursting with laughter.

Before soon Darren was already cumming, and his balls clenched when he shot out his canine spooge in several long jets that splattered on Ariel's ankles and her shit pile. She responded by thrusting her fingers even deeper in her gushing pussy and moaned loudly, farting out another turd as she came. However, their climax was interrupted by the security. Two serious looking Dobermans crossed the court briskly, and when one of them grabbed Darren by the shoulder he seemed to snap out of his trance. He made a confused noise when he was pulled up and tried to resist, but his sneaker slipped on his own shit and he fell on his bare ass with a loud smack. Ariel's eyes widened when she came to, followed by a series of little confused shrieks rising from her throat. She tried to cover herself with one hand and failed to decide whether to pull up her shit filled panties or step out of them, and ended up wailing and crying frozen in mid motion.

In the silence a single hysterical giggle escaped Cassidy, loud and clear, and as if on cue the crowd burst into a riot of noise. Some booed in anger, others laughed until they could hardly breathe, all the while soda cups and other garbage rained on the court. The referee blew frilly in his whistle and issued orders that no-one paid attention to anymore, bewildered Darren had gotten into a fistfight with one of the security guys, and Cassidy saw that his work there was finished.

"That was amazing!" he said as he walked towards the exit and patted the side of his backpack. "Can we do this again? There's so many that have treated me like shit!"

The pot did not reply, but Cassidy's mind was already racing ahead with visions of revenge and he did not pay it any attention.

--

The afternoon moved sluggishly at mr. Bothwell's classroom. The middle aged hippo taught English for freshmen, and his methods were as heavy set as his body. The floor creaked a little when he walked in front of the blackboard and wrote holding the chalk gingerly between the fingertips of his pudgy hand. Chalk dust dropped on the tweed vest covering his low hanging gut, making him periodically to brush it off out of habit while he droned on about the form of a proper essay. When Cassidy slipped in no-one paid him attention--several of the students were already dozing off and mr. Bothwell was far too fat to crane his head sideways. The calico sniffed the stuffy air and sat at a free desk in the rear of the room, and stared at the rotund man before reaching in his backpack. He had complicated Cassidy's curriculum with his stubborn refusal to budge on deadlines, so it was only fair if he was forced to loosen up.

"This one," Cassidy whispered and gave the chamber pot a loving caress, enjoying the power that slept under his fingertips.

He has treated you unfairly and your cause is just, the pot spoke and Cassidy smiled hungrily.

The hippo suddenly stopped in mid sentence, ironically making his students pay attention for the first time in a while. The chalk dropped from his slack fingers and he shuffled backwards until his rear end bumped against his desk, and he started to fiddle with his belt. Cassidy bit his lip and grinned, making sly glances at the other students as they looked on puzzled, and savored their confusion. A girl on the front row was about to ask mr. Bothwell if he was all right, but was stopped short by him pulling down his pants and letting rip a loud fart. The high pitched rumble shook his fat buttocks resting on the table, then turned into a staccato noises as shit started squeezing out, interrupted by bouts of gas escaping his loose pucker. The turd was thick and slick, flowing on the desk and rolling over on the floor in soft coils like melting marshmallow, and its sharp, musty stench flooded the room almost immediately. The entire front row shrieked and clambered up, gagging and covering their noses, all the while they tried to get as far as possible from the fudge maker grunting and farting at the front. Mr. Bothwell's enormous ass kept pouring out its contents with gusto, the rich, moist shit pile growing higher as his blasts of gas sent spatters over the desk and anyone who was unlucky enough to stand too close.

He grasped the desk with both hands and fell backwards on the paperwork and feces to let loose another barrage of shit, this time letting it pool on his lap and between his ass cheeks, then plopped down to squirm on the pile of muck making wet, messy sounds. Even though the smell and sight of copious amounts of shit made Cassidy want to retch, he could not stop laughing from the bottom of his stomach, and clapped with eyes watering and hardly being able to draw breath. The stodgy professor let out a warbling moan, and Cassidy could catch a glimpse of his short but stout cock behind the curve of his round belly. He was fiercely erect, the cock tip purple and rubbing against his fat folds as he squirmed and soiled himself, his eyes blank and lost in bliss that no-one else was privy to even imagine. Just as the last bit of shit detached from his loose anus and hit the floor he tore open his vest and dress shirt, and made a bestial groan as he climaxed, shooting his thick load on his sweaty chest, where it clung to the hair of his puffy man boobs. The smell of semen and feces was overpowering, driving the students to flee and ending up in a confused tangle at the doorway. They gave the desk a wide circle where the corrupt behemoth laid still basking blissfully in his own filth and the afterglow of his massive orgasm. Cassidy was among the last ones to leave, and before stepping out he noticed recognition slowly returning to mr. Bothwell's slack face, him sniffing the air and then making an incredulous face as he touched between his shit coated thighs. The calico shut the door quietly and walked down the corridor, where the yells of confusion and shame echoed behind him in a most delightful fashion.

--

Cassidy still chuckled to himself when he returned to the dormitory and walked the stairs to his room. The things he had witnessed were absolutely disgusting and made his stomach turn, and that was what made them ever the sweeter. Subjecting the people he despised to such revolting acts rippled through his entire core with dark warmth, a consuming fire that he would gladly stoke to a blazing inferno. There would be plenty of fuel for his vengeance!

Such lofty thoughts were driven away when he opened the door and faced the unmistakable sounds of fucking. Bernie, his boar roommate, was busy taking some bovine girl from behind, and they had chosen Cassidy's bed as the spot for their lovemaking.

"Hey, piss off! Can't you see I'm busy!?" Bernie looked over his shoulder and shouted, the rhythmic thrusting of his pink buttocks accentuating his words. The girl tried to say something, but Bernie shoved her face to the bed with his meaty hand and continued pounding.

Mortified, Cassidy slammed the door shut and rested his back against it. After the initial shock had waned his temper rose, and anger's familiar embrace made him grit his teeth. Bernie was a slouch, more interested in partying and stumbling in the room in the early hours with his drunken friends than studying, and had no respect whatsoever to Cassidy or his belongings. He was loud and filthy, thought that the floor was a proper place to store dirty underwear and that Cassidy's instant ramen was his snack, and had absolutely infuriating luck with females. Cassidy had asked to be reassigned within a month of living with Bernie, but no-one else would have him as a roomie so he was stuck with the pig.

Cassidy creaked the door open again and peeked through the crack. He could see Bernie's broad back, buzz cut and piercings on his ears. The boar had a chunky body, his muscles grown by hormones and given a touch of flab by beer, his pink hide scattered with pimples. His hips made slick noises as they slapped against the cow girl's ample bottom, and judging by her moans she enjoyed quite a lot being taken roughly by the brutish pig. She too was on the chubby side, her thighs thick and her large breasts swinging back and forth like heavy pendulums. The bedsheets were crumbled and sweaty with their rutting musk, and despite Cassidy's righteous indignation he was not unaffected by the scene. He felt how his cock twitched and started to harden, but then he shook his head angrily and crouched to whisper into his golden pot.

"Those two."

I... guess he has been rude towards you, the voice said but with hesitation this time.

"The rudest! I want both of them to suffer for what they've done."

Why her? The woman does not even know you.

"All the more reason not to fuck in my bed! She should know better!"

There was no reply other than the air of quiet acquiescence.

Bernie and his lady friend slowed down as their expressions grew vacant. As if in a dream she grasped her juicy buttocks with both hands and spread them to reveal her cute pucker. She shuddered and her anus bulged, then started to squeeze out cocoa brown poop as if from a soft serve machine. It fell along her ass crack and onto Bernie's cock, coiling over his stiff shaft before dropping on the bed. Bernie began to pick up speed, smearing the shit over their nethers and into her pussy with wet smacks. She shivered and breathed heavily as her own filth was rammed into her sex again and again, the boar's cock churning it into thick milkshake of shit and pussy juice that flowed down her thighs and belly. Bernie grunted and let loose a loaf of his own, but was interrupted by his thrusts. Every time he pulled back he plopped out a sticky lump of pig shit that got squeezed between his ass cheeks, and a pile of stinking, smooshed manure started to collect between his knees.

Cassidy watched with a cruel smile plastered on his face. His bed was soiled forever, but that was a small price to pay to teach those two a lesson in manners. He tapped the pot's rim idly with his fingertips while he waited, and just when Bernie seemed close to cumming he broke the spell and dodged aside holding his breath. Within a single moment someone bellowed 'what the fuck' within the room, followed by the loudest shriek he had ever heard and flapping of bare feet on linoleum floor. The door banged open and the cow girl burst out face red with anger, covering her body with Cassidy's duvet and cursing like a sailor. Her footsteps made little shit marks of her passing as she rushed through the corridor in a huff and past the people who had came out to see what was going on. Cassidy was in an exceptionally good mood when he leaned in the room and saw stunned looking Bernie sitting in the muck and holding his stinging cheek. He snapped a picture with his phone and turned away, humming as he trotted towards the dorm manager's office.

--

Over the next week Cassidy grew accustomed to the golden pot to settle the score. Darren was kicked out of the team and Ariel was dumped by her circle of friends, and both of them had dropped off the face of the Earth. Mr. Bothwell had been ordered on administrative leave without known end, and Bernie had been suspended for the rest of the semester for trashing his dorm room--but to Cassidy these felt like just the beginning. He whispered to the pot when cut off in traffic, when his waitress felt rude, when someone looked at him wrong. A local newspaper reported of an epidemic that made people lose bowel control, and accused restaurants of poor hygiene, but nothing concrete was ever found. The joy Cassidy received from revenge waned then grew stale, and became replaced by his lust for power. He had found a way to toy with people who looked down on him, and get away with it scot-free, and it filled him with long denied, sadistic pleasure. He told himself that he was punishing the wicked, but in his heart he knew that it was an excuse. He just wanted to punish, period.

The perfect opportunity presented itself when the principal announced a prep rally to lift the school spirit after the recent weird events. It would be Cassidy's crowning moment, to humiliate the cool and the popular, everyone who had ignored him. He would make them feel excluded from polite society, just like he had been excluded from their circles.

The auditorium was filled when Cassidy entered, students happy to mingle and gossip among themselves. He walked in front of the crowd and rose to the stage, his head held high and sneered at them.

"Can you see how they look at me? Make all of them pay."

These people do not even know who you are, the voice said. Any scorn you sense is only in your head.

"Don't you dare to say that I'm imagining it, I know what's real! Do it!" he whispered angrily and made some people look at him. The attention made him blush and withdraw behind the curtains, but he kept glancing at the gathered student body.

He could not tell whether the spirit was reluctant to obey him, or the amount of people made it difficult for the pot to work its magic, but one by one faces in the crowd started to lose focus and stare into the distance with glazed eyes. Some undressed and discarded their clothing, while others wasted no time and simply shat their pants where they stood, but all of them obeyed the unseen commands of the golden chamberpot. Students and teachers alike slowly joined in on the orgiastic display of decadence, cumming on their squatting classmates and then letting them take a dump on them in turn. Sounds of farting mixed with moans of pleasure as they started to fuck in earnest, rolling around in piles of scat and adding as much of their own as they could, preppies with dropouts, nerds with jocks in a wild abandon of filth fueled lust. Cassidy felt a momentary pang of jealousy while he witnessed everyone joining together to have the dirtiest sex of their lives, but then he steeled himself. He was better than this, he was better than them! His joy turned into a cold frown and he left, content that his work here was done. Even in the corridor leading to the back door he had to step around couples locked in filthy embraces, two cat boys smooshing their asses together while shitting on themselves, a teacher's assistant cougar who was nimble enough to double over and shit directly on her own breasts, and a stallion janitor who let people take a dump in hands and then fucked the pile of turds lovingly. The smells and sights revolted Cassidy, and he was glad to leave them behind, picking up pace as he reached the door and turned into a jog across the vacated campus greenery.

--

Cassidy chuckled as he ran, his victory rushing through his head and lifting him high on its gentle wings. His feet took him on the familiar route through the forest, and into the clearing where it all started. Without skipping a beat he bounced on a hill of sand and cleared it with just a few leaping strides, and stood panting on its peak.

"Look at me, I'm at the top of the world," he shouted and spread his arms, "how does that feel, you fuckers!?" His chest heaved and legs ached, but the sheer exhilaration kept him upright and posed majestically on the heap of dirt.

You have been judged and found wanting, the voice told him.

"Shut up, I'm having a moment."

You squandered your chance on seeking petty vengeance, not once you showed compassion, and in the end became a bully yourself when given a smidgeon of power.

"Yeah yeah, and you're a piss pot so what do you know." Cassidy sniffed, his good mood somewhat soured.

It has come the time for me to leave and for you to balance the score. Your payment is long overdue, Cassidy.

The cat pulled the pot out of his bag and shouted at it. "What do you mean 'payment'? You never mentioned anything about that!"

For everything you have taken out, you must give in equally.

"Wha-" he started, but then his knees buckled and his face grew slack. The golden pot dropped from his grip, and even before it hit the sand Cassidy had drifted into the murky depths of unconsciousness.

He woke up naked laying on a golden metal floor. He rose up groggily, his hands feeling the battered smoothness of the inward curving walls. High above him was a circular opening that showed a patch of blue sky and a hint of sunlight, far beyond his reach, and it dawned on him that somehow he had been shrunk and transported inside the chamber pot.

"Hey! What's the big deal!?" he shouted, but the only reply was faint echoes ringing on the metal walls. He banged at them but they were as impassive as they were precious; he tried to climb up but his claws gained no purchase on their hard surface. He sat down and fumed, but soon the severity of his situation began to dawn on him. He was trapped here without anyone realizing it, with no way out and nothing to eat or drink. The pot laid discarded in the middle of a forest and he could shout his voice hoarse without anyone hearing him. Surely the spirit would free him after some time?

Suddenly he felt a jolt of pain clenching his stomach into a tight knot and he hugged his midriff gasping and hissing. It was as if a lead football was being pushed through his guts, stretching them and jamming against his insides. Even shallow breath sent a stab of pain through his body, and as he panted he could feel the pressure building up even fiercer in his rear end. Getting on all fours seemed to alleviate it a little, and he stuck his ass up to expel whatever was gurgling in his now visibly distended belly. He winced when he felt his anus being pushed from the inside, trying to relax his tense body, and without a warning he let loose a massive fart. The blast of gas opened his pucker into a gaping hole, roaring out of him like a speeding motorcycle, and reverberated on the golden walls in a cacophony of echoes. The smell of rotten eggs grew heavy as he kept releasing ass air, his thunderous flatulence showing no signs of stopping or dwindling. The strain on his tight pucker made his eyes water but the sensation of relief in his bloated guts was even sweeter, and he sighed as he vacated them in a drawn out trombone call from his rear.

However, his respite was brief. Another wave of being filled surged through his digestive track, slower but more intense this time. It made its way to his bottom, pushing through and stretching out his bowels with terrible certainty, until his poor anus felt like it was trying to contain an avalanche rumbling down. It widened again, then opened to its limits as he started to release the largest turd that he had ever passed. It was easily thicker than his arm, soft but solid like modeling clay, and had the raunchy smell of an all you can eat buffet dump. Its passing massaged his asshole and prostate with its sticky body, and despite being absolutely revolted Cassidy could not stop his cock from growing harder. To his horror he could not stop vacating his bowels; soon he had to scoot forwards to escape the messy pile he was dragging behind him like a perverse snake tail, but even more kept coming.

"Hey! Hey! Do you think this is funny? Let me go!" he yelled angrily, but there was no reply. The only sound was the soft squelching of poop continuing to push out of his rear.

"Please? I've learned my lesson, I shouldn't have done all those things. Can I please just go?" he pleaded, and this time the voice deigned to address him.

I do not wish to know you for any longer than necessary. You may go as soon as your end of the bargain has been filled.

"When is that?"

When the pot is filled you are free to climb out.

"Are you insane!? That's impossible!"

No harm will come to you, and you will not suffer discomfort, but fulfill your part you must.

Cassidy shouted and cajoled, cursed and begged, but the spirit did not speak to him anymore. He was left alone in the golden chamber pot with the endless stream of filth of his own making, and it did not take long for him to realise that within a few hours the entire floor would be covered in it...

--

After a couple days Cassidy lost his sense of time. The sun did not move on the sky above him, he did not feel hungry nor thirsty, and sleep eluded him. He tried to find space as far away from the filth as possible, but eventually he was forced to touch it, shivering and retching when he first felt his foot sinking into its warm, wet embrace. As more was pushed out of his strained asshole the rank mess rose higher, creeping up to his calves, knees, then to his crotch to caress his cock and balls. Cassidy raged and pleaded, but he was stuck in the pot, looking for a comfortable position but finding none as the shit kept spilling forth from him all over his lower body. Occasionally he passed out only to wake up floating on the stinking mass of feces, slightly higher than before yet the pot's edge still out of reach. The sticky morass of muck had the consistency of a soggy water bed, and over the time he learned that as long as he did not make sudden movements he did not sink in too deeply into the shit mire. His fur was coated in it, its smell seeping into his skin and into his lungs with every breath. Once he scratched his nose without thinking about it and left it stained with poop, and trying to wipe it with his filthy hands just smeared more of it onto his face making it only worse. The thick log of shit being pushed out between his legs kept his rectum constantly stimulated, and eventually he grew so horny that he needed to stroke himself or go mad. The first time he jacked off with his own filth made him whimper with disgust, but the feeling of the soft clay squelching against his shaft and between his fingers was too good to stop, and soon pearly cum beads glistened on his belly hair.

As the days turned into a week he grew content to lay back, to enjoy the humiliation of being caressed by filth and the continuous sexual stimulation he was subjected to. He climaxed again and again, hands free from the mere afterthroes of his previous orgasm, glazing himself with semen and shit. He rolled around to bury his cock in the seething mattress of waste, humping it between breathless moans of pleasure, and let his shit pile on himself. The endless pool of poop was all he could feel and see, taking it in and cumming into it, all the while his distended anus kept pushing out more and slowly filling his prison.

Then, amidst the haze of his filth fuelled nightmares Cassidy's fingers suddenly brushed against the pot's edge. In a single blink between eternities he hit the ground, knocking the wind out of him and jolting him to full consciousness. He could feel the coarseness of sand against his chest, and the gentle ruffling of wind on his back. Stunned, he opened his eyes and looked around. The clouds in the sky were exactly in the position they had been when he had disappeared, and he realized that no time had passed during his imprisonment. The only sign of his ordeal was the reeking coating of shit and cum all over his body, and the throbbing of his poor, long-suffering asshole. He reached gingerly behind himself and found that he was now loose enough to slip all of his fingers in effortlessly, and he grimaced when he failed to clench his gaping hole shut. The chamberpot laid on the ground where he had dropped it, but now filled to the brim with his shit. Even as he stared at it the pot started to fade, and when he reached out it wavered out of existence like a wisp of smoke.

Cassidy gulped and rose up on shaky knees, picked up his clothes that had been left on the ground in a jumbled pile, and wondered how he would cross the campus area looking like this...