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A 57-foot-tall T-Rex heads back to his hometown Viletopia to have a little fun in the city.

Because you can never have too much stink in Viletopia. Another Viletopia story, so TONS of scat.

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It was Viletopia after all. To some it was a city that should be burned to the ground so the world would smell just a tad bit fresher. To others it was a place you could go to and bathe in your own foul musk. But no matter how bad the place stank, there was always room for major improvement. And what better ways to make that stink grow than having a giant macro walk into town? Tranc was your average Viletopian: a healthy, stinky scaley who smiled and applauded another furry's terrible diarrhea syndrome. He has dark green scales and a set of black stripes that were scattered around his body in horizontal or zigzag fashions. Like other Viletopians, he usually went around naked; he got tired of emptying the contents of his trousers everytime he had to use the bathroom. And since he was a macro-57 feet tall to be precise-it was hard finding stores that sold pants your size. And since he's macro, many furries thought he was your average ordinary monster. In a way they were right; he would rampage through town, crushing buildings and such, but he never killed anyone. Intentionally, anyway, but he has had a few accidents he really doesn't like to be reminded of. Besides, the way he rampages through towns leave a smelly signature behind-in some cases, from his behind. Suffering from B.O. and halitosis and irritable bowel syndrome had that effect on cities, most importantly Viletopia. And now he was stomping his way over to the disgusting town so he could "entertain" the citizens, and himself.

He noticed that the city was only a few miles away from him, a mere jog for someone of his caliber. Tranc smiled widely, his pearly, serrated teeth glistening in the sunlight. If only the inside of his maw didn't smell like a bag of manure then the smile would actually be inviting. So Tranc began to walk down the grassy plains he was currently standing on, his feet thudding and leaving massive, stinky footprints in the ground. A farmer or oriental furry would mistake him for Godzilla, but he didn't spray any atomic breath from his maw, or emit an ear-piercing cry that could shatter your ear drums and windows. He did have special powers, but being Viletopian, his powers focused more on the vileness, not the actual power. For instance, the power of urinating so much you flood a whole town isn't very effective, but then again, no one wants to fight a macro T-Rex waist-deep in piss, or shit for that matter. Tranc remembered the time he traveled to a small county in Transylvania, just after devouring several giant cheeseburgers and mint chocolate ice cream-a terrible combination for his diet-and he wound up crapping so hard that he was waist deep in fecal matter. Despite seeing all the furries and humans vomiting incessantly, desperately trying to keep their lifeboats from capsizing as they rowed in the pool of scat, he just laughed heartily, and left the town to clean up his mess. But Viletopia was so, so much different from that. After Tranc left his mark, everyone would be cumming till their cocks gave out.

The dinosaur arrived into the city after taking a few more giant steps, and he placed his hands on two skyscrapers before stomping his way into the middle of a four-way intersection, blocking traffic with his large, scaly feet. Many of the furries on the ground gasped and looked up at the macro, who was looking down at them and smiling with a devilish grin on his face.

"Ah, it's good to be back!!" he shouted.

A large bundle of furries formed a crowd around the dinosaur while others simply took a whiff of him and murred before continuing their work. Tranc looked down at all of the tiny, macro looking furries who all seemed pleased to see him. He was certain that a dozen or so of them were fearful of the giant dinosaur, but once they got a whiff of his stinky pheromones, they couldn't resist. Of course everyone wasn't fixating on the dinosaur, and some were probably focusing on their own musk and foul odor, or their own personal agendas. Tranc ignored all of them and happily stomped his way into the National Viletopian Park. You'd expect to see at least a mile or more of lush, green grass and blooming trees and such, but this park was different. It was near impossible to walk through the grass-the sidewalk too-without stepping in fresh or old piles of dung or vomit in some cases. It was near impossible to walk through the park without seeing someone urinating or defecating, either on the ground or in their trousers. And it was impossible to walk through the park without someone offering you a revolting food selection from their vendor, such as chili-scat-fries, or lard burgers, or stinky cheese, or "Fudge" popsicles, or their infamous hot dogs seasoned with cum (today's special was goat). A few cesspools were here and there, as well as mini-stadiums that hosted Battle Shits contests, but other than that, the park was normal. Just...brown and aromatic and capable of making an average human being vomit. Tranc took a few steps in the scat-ridden grassy field and sighed happily, feeling the tiny mounds of shit underneath his massive feet. He wiggled his toes and murred loudly before he started to receive an erection, and smiled widely. His dick was noticed throughout the park and it caught everyone's attention rather quickly.

Tranc started spreading his legs around the park, collecting more mounds of scat on his feet and toes, the boner growing longer, nearly horizontal now. He exhaled loudly, spreading his foul breath throughout the air before groping his testicles with a stupid grin on his maw. After scratching and fondling his macro sagging balls for a brief moment, he grunted and worked his way over to his penis, grabbing it with both hands. He murred sensually again, bits of drool seeping down the corner of his chin before he started pleasuring himself...thoroughly.

"HEY TRANC!! TRANC, REMEMBER ME?!!?"

The green dinosaur looked down once he heard tiny flapping before he saw Arnek the blue bat flapping his arms in the air so he could see was in his eye view.

"Well, if it isn't my old friend Bat Breath!" he said enthusiastically.

Arnek recoiled and chuckled as he plugged his nose, flapping his other arm vigorously so he wouldn't fall to the ground. Unfortunately for Arnek, he was one of the bats with his wings connected to his arms, not his back. But at his current age he was able to fly fifty miles with just one arm, so it was no hassle.

"Whew! And furries say I'm the one with bad breath!"

Tranc grunted. "Sure, you talk, you're not 57 feet tall and your diet isn't only meat. I'm sure-URK!-I'm sure if you were my height your breath could dissolve metal."

The bat laughed. "Got me there buddy. I see you've already taking a liking to your old home."

Tranc panted five times as he masturbated. "What do you think?"

"Whaddaya say me and my friend help you out here? Hell, if it hadn't been for me you wouldn't have even found stepping in shit sexy. Doesn't it feel nice?"

"OOOOOOHHHHH YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHH..." he murred, exhaling with massive relief.

"Then you won't mind if a few friends poop on your feet to help you finish?"

Just mentioned the dirty action was enough to make the dinosaur harder, and Arnek snickered once he saw the veins in his cock.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Arnek flew back down to Tranc's feet, where he regrouped with a clan of his own bat friends, many of whom were brown or black, except for a fat green one, whose poop smelled like a skunk's or worse. A majority of them weren't wearing any form of trousers, so all they had to do was squat down and make a few fists. Arnek and most of the brown bats had pants on, but when they felt their bowels churn, they quickly fell to their ankles and hung there until their bowels became full.

"All right boys, now just sit back and think about all the times you pooped the bed in the morning!"

And so they did, and the bats began to reminisce about the times they woke up in the middle of the morning, then turned on their side or got to their knees before letting their colons empty themselves. It felt soothing letting their bowels clear themselves in the morning, not to mention stinking up their bedroom with the acrid odor of chunky bat scat. Arnek sighed with glee before he grunted softly a couple of times and felt a nice, smooth log of shit fall out his ass and land onto the dinosaur's foot with a small plop. He heard other plops a few seconds afterwards and noticed that his friends just let out a hefty lump of shit too. Tranc must've felt it, because he murred loudly and wiggled his toes, and Arnek realized that Tranc was pawing off faster. His friends didn't hold back anymore, and they all let their shit cannons opened fire, inflicting an excessive amount of damage to Tranc's feet. And despite how small they were, the macro could feel every single load being dumped on each foot, in between each toe, and even a few that landed on his toe nails. The bats each spread apart their butt cheeks and sharted heavily so a majority of the foot was doused in the muddy brown scat. Arnek stopped pooping to inhale the stench of foot odor and bat guano and he couldn't help but get a boner himself, eager to pleasure himself with the large amounts of slurry. But he had time to do that later in his own house with his own mounds of shit; now he just needed to pleasure his friend Tranc. So he and his friends continued, moaning and grunting with effort as they desperately pushed the scat out of their rumps.

"Whew, good thing I ate-"

The green bat stopped talking so he could let out two wet farts and a squishy pile of feces that was at least the size of his foot.

"-Ate those hot dogs, eh Arnek?"

Arnek chuckled and farted as well. "You know those hot dogs give everyone a severe case of flatulence or chronic diarrhea."

The blue bat sighed again and farted for nine seconds before grunting with two fists made and adding another hot log onto the previous mound.

"Why do you think I eat them so much?"

"To enhance you foul breath?"

"That's what sewage waste is for."

Meanwhile, Tranc was masturbating very quickly now, grunting with effort and already leaking pre from his hard cock. The fleshy muscle was throbbing now and Tranc was murring loudly, his tongue hanging out and his eyes foreshadowing a lustful and possibly malicious act. He moved his hips back and forth a little, like he was thrusting into someone and a large drop of precum dripped onto the ground, covering a furry with the clear fluid. Arnek and his team of bats looked at each other with a sly grin before they all raised their ass high, the buttholes expanded wider than ever, and with an inaudible countdown, they all let their asses fly. The shit came out simultaneously, first in a messy series of sharts followed by a giant log that was at least nine inches long or more. The smell of the scat was unbearable to human beings, erotic to Viletopians. And to make it better, all the scat was resting on top of two stinky, cheesy macro feet so the scent doubled. One would find the two odors combined nasty, but this was one of those gross exceptions that Viletopians loved. The only thing better than the stink of a sewer and a septic tank, was the stink of a cheese-ridded sewer and a septic tank. The bats didn't stop shitting on Tranc's foot unless they noticed some of the poop was rolling down the sides of each foot. Arnek stopped for a moment to let out a giant fart, but at the same time, Tranc sprayed the park with a hot supply of semen from his groin region, splattering all over the grass and trees and furries who were waiting in anticipation for it to happen. After cumming, Tranc let out an exhausted sigh and let go of his cock, letting the large muscle dangle from his groin as it let out the remaining drops of cum.

"Thanks Arnek!"

Arnek passed gas again. "No problem!"

Tranc looked down at the gooey mess he made and scratched his head meekly. "Uh, sorry about the mess guys."

"What are you complaining about? You just gave me a new supply of macro T-Rex semen for my hot dogs! I should be thanking you!" shouted the lion food vendor.

"Hehe, you're welcome then!"

"Besides, this is Viletopia. We don't step around cum and fecal matter. We step in it!"

"Right." said Tranc with a smile.

The erection eventually subsided and Tranc began to move around the city some more, arriving to a local police station with a helipad secured on top. Like any city with law enforcement, all the cops were loyal to their job and committed to solving crime all around the city, and in some foreign places as well. However, unlike many of the Viletopians, who were actually nice or friendly to newcomers, the officers in the city were just as tough and well-trained as anyone took them for. The only difference between them and officers in other states or cities was that they all smelled terrible, and would prefer capturing their enemies alive. Viletopian police officers had fetishes like the Viletopians as well, but most of them had the unnatural, seemingly disturbing ones, such as CBT and bondage. And to make things worse, the officers had a habit of performing their fetishes with the suspects in the interrogation rooms. At first it was just to make them confess where their cache of drugs or blood money or other criminal associates were, but after sometime, the cops did it to pleasure themselves. It's one thing to tie someone up and gag them and become aroused or get a boner, but when you tie someone up with so many belts and muzzles and chains that you can't even see that body, and you stop the interrogation just to masturbate or cum, that's too far. So the police chief agreed that their interrogations were only odorous, and not physically harmful; no one would care if you peed in a suspect's eyes or farted in his or her face as long as you got the information you wanted. The reason why they liked to capture and not kill suspects was because they liked to play with them afterwards, farting or crapping on them as "punishment" for the crime they committed. The more serious the crime, the stinkier the punishment.

"Well lookie here! It's the officers of the Viletopian Police Department!"

All the cops on the helipad looked up at the macro T-Rex and cocked an eyebrow.

"Not now Tranc! We're on a case right now and we gotta get to the crime scene before the suspects get away!"

"Ah, well make sure you give 'em a taste of your Morning Breath!"

Tranc kneeled down so his head was only a few feet away from the helipad and he exhaled sharply for a very long time, blowing his hot, stinky breath in all of the officers' faces. A few of them shielded themselves so they wouldn't be blown off the roof, while others simply inhaled the prehistoric breath. Tranc didn't know when he last brushed his teeth or had been to a dentist, but he heard hundreds of comments from other furs who told him it smelled worse than manure. But all the Viletopians loved his halitosis, and some even got an erection just by hearing of it.

"I'd love to sleep in your maw one day." said one of the officers.

"Hehe, fine, but don't be shocked if you wake up in my gut in the morning."

"I'm okay with that."

The officers climbed into the police chopper stationed on the roof and turned on the engine. In a matter of twenty seconds, the rotors began to turn and the chopper was off. Tranc sighed and looked down at his feet, noticing that a couple of furs were crowding around his smelly footpaws. He grinned evilly before walking into the middle of the street and getting on his knees, his heels pressed against his butt cheeks. He giggled again and smiled, turning around and wagging his tails.

"Do you wanna play with them?" he asked, wiggling his toes.

The smelly furries ran forward and started massaging the macro's giant footpaws quickly, rubbing their own paws and hands in a circular motion. While some were busy rubbing Tranc's paws, others were swarming about the fetid feet with their mouths hanging open, slobbering all over the paws. His feet were still brown from the piles of shit he was stepping in earlier, but no one minded. In fact some of the furries treated this as their lunch and the scat they were licking off was their subway sandwich or package of Oriental noodles. The left foot had more fecal matter on it, but the right one had a stronger scent to it, so the furries crowding over the left foot were mostly licking it, and the furries on the right were simply sniffing and rubbing it. Tranc giggled again and wiggled his toes some more, baiting a couple other furries to join in the fun. The foot smelled like Cheetos and vinegar naturally, but stepping in the feces and having them covered in bat guano merely enhanced the odor, and combined the three into this sickly attractive stench only a Viletopian and few furs with scat fetishes would love. It was heavenly, and the taste of it was even better. The scat tasted like dirt and the foot tasted salty. It was like corn chips that had been sprinkled with dirt. Shame really, some of the furries had hoped that Tranc would shoot his load on his feet back in the park to add another steamy, sticky flavor to it. Ah well, this was good enough.

Tranc yelped with surprise and murred softly when a few furries ran underneath him and started to fondle with his big balls, which were practically touching the ground with the position he was in. His balls were musky, smelling like a wolverine just rubbed its whole body on his sac just before turning around and urinating all over his genitals. ...Actually, that's what happened to him before, which explains the smell. It was the end of May so it was hot in Viletopia and Tranc's balls were sagging, revealing some of the excess skin. The furries were busy licking the nuts, some even nibbling them.

"Hey, not so hard! I don't want my packages to deflate because you bit down too hard!"

Tranc felt his stomach growl loudly and knew that his bowels were beginning to unsettle. He wasn't sure why since he hadn't eaten anything yet, but being incontinent meant suffering from haphazard bowel movements and chronic flatulence. It only felt like flatulence though; the scat would follow a few hours later. For now, he was okay.

"Hey guys! You guys getting a little chilly down there?!"

"Chilly? It's past eighty degrees Tranc!" shouted a furry.

"Oh, so you don't want to bask in the hot wind from my ass?"

"What hot-"

The furry saw Tranc turn around and grin evilly again before he raised his tail and showed his bulbous ass to the group. Few furries stopped licking and massaging his foot so they could observe the giant ass. Once his tail lifted, the powerful scent of it was flowing in the air, an unwashed derriere that was littered with several blotches of dried-up shit. If someone had bothered to wash it, they would've discovered that it was actually shiny and sleek, but now it looked worn out and downright dirty. Tranc didn't mind though; his ass stank whether or not it was clean, and never wiping his ass only made the stench increase. Tranc groaned as his belly grumbled again and he huffed a couple of times, trying to find the perfect moment to pass gas. He always liked to build up his flatus before passing it, to make the smell last longer and make the sound of it seismic. Then again, he was a macro; his farts would be loud regardless. His stomach bubbled loudly again, the galloons of gas reaching the end of its journey, seconds away from breaching into the outside world. Tranc grunted with his eyes shut and teeth clamped together before blowing his fresh, hot supply of gas at the tiny furries waiting in anticipation. It sounded like a bomb went off in his ass and the smoke was coming out of the only hole it could find. Tranc sighed heavily and passed some more gas, two loud but short outbursts that sounded like bubble wrap.

"Hold on, there's more!"

Tranc was notorious for letting out farts non-stop, at one point going on for nearly twelve minutes without stopping for more than five seconds. The dinosaur groaned and farted again, this one sounded like a regular trumpeting noise. The one that followed was seemingly similar to an elephant seal making noise. Tranc sighed heavily before letting out a silent, but extremely foul fart that reeked of rotten cabbage. All the furries weren't rubbing his feet anymore and were standing directly under his asshole, watching it expand and push outwards like he was about to drop a titanic load onto them. But once the hole opened, nothing came out but malodorous air. It was good enough for them though, as long as it stank to high heaven. Tranc's stomach grumbled again, but this time he felt gas in his throat, not his bowels anymore. ...Well, no he felt gas down there too; he felt it in both areas of his body. Naturally, he lowered his head and aimed his maw at some of the furries walking on the sidewalk before expelling a guttural, sour belch. It reeked of sour milk and brimstone, not to mention the decaying meat that Tranc had eaten shortly before heading into town. While some furries where blown off their feet, others walked towards his maw and smelled his halitosis. Simultaneously, Tranc passed gas, this time more forceful than the rest. It lasted longer than the belch did and smelled ten times worse. The furries smelled what they thought was brimstone, vinegar, sewage waste, and skunk manure (yes, there is a brand of manure made from skunks; it helps corpse flowers grow phenomenally fast). It lasted for fifteen seconds, and the power of it blew some furries off their footpaws instantly, like a sumo wrestler just slapped their belly at them. All of the windows at a gas station exploded into tiny shards and the giant doughnut on The Dung-Nut shop suddenly tilted forward and fell onto the ground. Luckily, the only casualty was a car, which crumbled under the doughnut when it fell. Tranc got off his knees and stood up, fanning the air.

"PHEW! Looks like I'm outta gas, but I'll come back with more guys!"

"We'll be waiting!"

Tranc began to walk away, but at the last second, he spotted a furry standing on the roof of a tower and asked him a question.

"You know a good place to eat salmon around here?"

"Sloppy Sam's, but all of his salmon is spicy and usually spoiled. Trust me, it goes right through you."

"Splendid." said Tranc with a shark grin.

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When the furry said "right through you" he didn't expect it to literally go through him. Once the macro tyrannosaurus rex picked up a macro slice of salmon and scarfed it down, it took less than thirty seconds for his bowels to flare. Almost immediately after eating the first slice, he had to hike up his leg just so he could shart all over a grocery store's parking lot.

"Goddamn, what do you guys put in this fish?" asked Tranc as he looked down at a weasel chef.

"Oh, the usual: onion powder, fresh bull semen, cumin, garlic powder, ground scat, lemon pepper, parsley...oh yeah, we also make sure the salmon is spoiled for six months before we cook it. Down here, salmon is like wine: the older it is, the better it tastes."

Tranc chuckled. "I see why everyone's so incontinent. One bite of this and someone will get diarrhea for days!"

The macro grabbed his rumbling stomach. "I know I will."

"You want some more?"

"YEAH!! Let's see how many I can eat before my ass explodes!"

Tranc waited in expectancy and on the verge of shitting all over the spot he was sitting on before the weasel brought out a few more giant slices of spoiled salmon. He only managed to eat half of another one before he stood up and started looking for a nice spot to shit at or on.

"Hehe, and here I thought you could down five of these babies. Guess I was wrong." said the chef.

"You know any buildings that are low on shit?"

"Yeah, the Tossle Tower over there. Many of the employees have been complaining about the power going out because their generators keep running out of manure to power the building. Plus a lot of them haven't eaten scat in a while and are getting edgy."

"Okay, thanks!"

Tranc sharted into the grocery store's parking lot again-he figured some of the shoppers wanted something stinky to step into once they left the store. After that, he sprinted his way over to the tower and climbed to the top of it in a matter of seconds, sharting messily as he hung on the side of the building, showering the businessfurries entering the tower with rancid waste. He arrived to the roof and punched a hole through the top of it with his fist, making sure it was big enough for his ass to rest upon. Subsequently, he sat over the hole like it was a porcelain, wiggling his butt and raising his tail so he could get comfortable. The dinosaur relaxed his shoulders and bowels and sighed before he heard clattering below. It sounded like clay splattering on each floor of the building, and was squishy and audible enough for some of the furries on the ground to hear. He was sharting heavily, the broken chunks of poo littering the floor under the roof with stinky dino shit before some of it began to leak through the floor and dripped to the one below it.

"Oh, yeah, that feels good." murred Tranc.

The dinosaur leaned over as he farted before a giant log of shit-thirteen feet tall-broke through thirteen floors of the building. Everyone on each floor rushed over to the giant log and examined it, wondering where it had come from before they looked out their windows and noticed it was raining diarrhea.

"What the hell?!" asked one employee.

Tranc realized that he didn't just want to take a shit, but actually wanted to sit in it, so he lifted his buttocks into the air and sharted all over the roof. When he sat back down over the hole, he continued to use the bathroom, not caring that much of the water substance was spilling down the roof as though it were rain. Afterwards, he relaxed himself again and farted eight times in a row, each gas bubble consisting of different lengths and odors, but all of them smelled like shit. Tranc grunted with fists made and shut his eyes before he began to let out another giant log made of the digested salmon and other foods he ate in the past few days. It took him nearly twenty-nine seconds and a massive amount of effort before he let it all out. The size of it was 32 feet long and strong enough to push the other log of shit he shat out through the 32 floors resting below it. The building wasn't that much taller than Tranc, so he knew sooner or later all the shit would break through the front door and out onto the street. In fact, just when he was thinking about that situation, his legs jerked up so they were horizontal and he grunted so hard he knew he sprained something in his ass. The dinosaur didn't know how much crap came out of his butt, but when he looked down at the ground he noticed a few furries were spilling out of the main entrance of the tower due to a major outburst of freshly laid brownish-green reptile shit. Tranc sighed and put his legs down so they were dangling near the window panes before giggling as he let out a spicy, wet shart that felt like diarrhea. He suddenly looked down at his cock and realized that his bladder was full from taking a sip out of the stagnant lake in the city. He was pooping so much he didn't even realize that he had to pee.

"I'm sure you guys wanna wash that shit down with a nice, warm musky drink right?"

Tranc only heard tiny squeaks from below, but he was sure all of them heard him and were cheering for him to give them all a golden shower. The dinosaur sighed and released his urine, gradually at first in little trickles. Then he gasped softly as the stream grew larger, before sighing with euphoric relief as he peed with all his might. He had another stupid grin on his face, the look in his eyes telling someone he was enjoying himself and the dirty deed he was doing. Tranc looked down and realized just how much of a mess he was making; the building in front of him was receiving a new paint job, and the entire front side was littered with yellow urine. In fact, it was so powerful that it was breaking through the wall and infesting all the floors with urine too. On the ground it looked like a flood was going on and furs was either swimming in the river of piss or latching onto some obstruction, such as a telephone pole or stop sign, and bending down to drink the urine. Tranc himself leaned down and sniffed his stream of piss twice before murring, the strong, fetid odor stimulating him. He opened his mouth and licked the stream a couple times before slurping it up noisily, almost to a point where he was trying to piss into his mouth. The macro held his head high and belched, polluting the atmosphere with his foul prehistoric urine breath before sniffing that as well.

"Now that's what I call a musky piss."

Of course, while he was urinating his bowels began to fluctuate so he promptly jerked his tail up and resumed planting another giant log of dino scat into the building, the "toilet" seemingly overflowing with his waste. The urine didn't cease either and more furries were beginning to jump into the yellow river that Tranc had created, backstroking and gulping down as much smelly fluids as they could. Tranc always enjoyed going from both ends simultaneously; at one point he stopped peeing and squirted out cum before he continued. Tranc looked down at the ground and smiled as he witnessed all the tiny specks either swimming or drinking the urine (some were pawing off vigorously) and smiled, happy to know that he was leaving his mark on the city.

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"Well, glad you could make it back into town. What are you gonna do now Tranc?" asked Arnek.

"Oh, you know me Arnek. Gonna roam around the world, stinking up every town and city I venture through."

"Lovely. Gonna leave your traditional mark in each town I suppose?"

"What fun would it be if I didn't go around leaving a trail of green and brown dino shit? It's like Sly Cooper not leaving his calling card after he robs a safe."

"Hehe, I heard that."

"Actually, now that you mention it I still haven't left my calling card here."

"You don't have to take a shit right now."

"Give me 30 seconds."

Tranc held up three giant salmons that he was eating earlier that day and shoved all of them into his mouth, smacking on the fish noisily and slurping up all the stinky goodness. It only took a few seconds for him to chew all three of them down into mush before swallowing with a large gulp. He licked his lips a few times before patting his belly.

"Huh. I thought it reacted faster-"

Tranc screamed and held his rumbling stomach as his knees began to shake. He began to sweat profusely and suddenly raised his tail, farting so loudly someone in Furtopia probably heard the loud uproar. The macro felt all the food he ate in the past month or so building up in his bowels and was ready for all of it to be released out into the smelly city of Viletopia. He grunted a couple of times and whimpered at the intense, unbearable pain before all of the pain was released onto the road below him. It didn't come out slow or clean either; once Tranc expanded his asshole, the logs of shit began to fall out, first in several small chunks (small in Tranc's eyes, not the furries) then a long, thick piece came out. The cars on the road immediately stopped once the shit fell on the ground, but none of them honked their horn or bothered to drive around the obstruction. They just looked through the windshield so they could enjoy the show. Tranc grunted with both fists made before another mound of dino manure fell out of his asshole like a bullet being shot out of a gun, filling the city block with shit in less than ten seconds. He sighed ecstatically as he let out a couple of rank, juicy sharts before grunting some more and messing the entire city block. He wasn't what any normal furry would describe as pooping anymore. He was squirting tiny chunks of brown and green shit out of his asshole like it was rain, the projectiles hitting the buildings and cars and sidewalks with ease. It wasn't like a hose, but it was more like someone tossed all of his shit inside of a blender without the lid on and watched as all the debris flew all over the place. Furries were shocked when they realized they were being splattered by the smelly particles, but most of them didn't mind or simply opened their mouth to get a taste of it. Arnek could do nothing but watch all the smelly turmoil unfold, smiling widely as he got a boner in his pants. In fact, he intentionally flew into the line of fire and sighed as he was being soiled by the messy slurry, his body quickly reeking of a septic tank. Tranc wasn't sure how long he was sharting, but once he turned around to get a glimpse of the area, he was shocked to see that everything-literally everything-had shit on it somewhere, even that helicopter resting on a helipad. The dinosaur laughed with triumphant and sharted out the remaining amount of fecal matter before standing up straight and looking back at the town.

"Smell you guys later! Don't forget about me!" he shouted, waving as he began to walk out the city.

Arnek looked all around the city and smiled widely. They had enough of Tranc's feces around to last over a year.

"Oh, trust me buddy, we won't."