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Bea lit up her cigarette after closing the Ol' Pickaxe for the day. "Fuck I hate this place." The gator grumbled before taking a big drag from the menthol she had slipped between her lips. As she made her way towards her apartment, she could hear Gregg coming from down the road. "Ohhhh fuck, please not today." Bea thought aloud as the telltale signs of Gregg grew nearer and nearer.

"Heeeeeeey Bea! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAA!" the fox shouted out as he approached her, arms flailing out. Bea rolled her eyes as he caught up with her and let out a goofy howl. "It's the BEA-hemouth!" he laughed. Bea simply raised an eyebrow and waited until he was slightly calmer before contributing to the conversation.

"What is it you spastic fox on one too many energy drinks?" Gregg paused as a frown came over his face.

"Hey...come on Bea, I was just comin by to say heeeeeeeey!" he howled out, though quickly cleared his throat in order to calm himself back down. "Why are you so mean to me? You and Angus are like...best friends. Did I do something to you?" He asked with nearly puppy-like eyes. Bea let out a sigh as she tapped the ash from her cigarette.

"No...you didn't, and I don't see how I am mean to you. Just because I'm not overjoyed by your company doesn't mean I hate you." She muttered as she placed the smoke back between her lips.

"Then what is it?" he asked in a nearly demanding tone. Bea stood there a little shocked, having never known Gregg to have this kind of an outburst before. She shrugged lightly as she thought it over.

"You never seem to take things seriously. Everything is this big giant joke for you it seems. I know you and Angus want to leave this...horrible place, it just doesn't look like you are in any real rush. The two of you could easily leave if you didn't act so...childish." Bea muttered with a drag from her cigarette. Gregg paused for a moment before letting out a bit of a sigh.

"You might be right, but you also seem to take life a little too seriously. There must be a balance between the two. I don't blame you, I know you had to grow up like...super quick because of what happened." Bea let out a sigh after Gregg spoke. She knew there was a bit of truth in what the fox was saying.

"I can't argue with you there, maybe that's part of it too. Maybe I am slightly jealous of how you go through life." Sighed the gator before giving her tail a sway.

"Look, Angus is making his specialty tonight, why don't you stop by and indulge?"

"You don't mean..." Bea inquired as her eyes widened slowly. Gregg stifled a laugh before he burst out shouting.

"CHEEEEEEESSEEEEEBURRRRGER LAAAASSSAAAAAAAGGNNAA!!!!"

For a moment Bea lost herself and jumped into the air and belted out an audible YIIPEEE! Before snapping out of it and sinking back into her normal demeanor. Gregg rolled his eyes and chuckled. "I will see you at dinner tonight Bea, oh and try to bring that Bea." He said with an oddly confident wink before walking away.

"What the hell did he mean by that Bea? There is only one Bea...me." She snorted out a puff of smoke before making her way home. "Dad...are you here, or did you go out...again." Once she was sure he wasn't home, Bea quickly ran into her room and stuck her hand under her bed. "Come on Mister Hay..." she said in a soft cute voice as she pulled out a large horse plush. Bea grunted as she made her way to the bathroom and slipped out of her clothes. "Hnff, if anyone ever found out about you, I think I'd go crazy." She whimpered before sitting down on the toilet. That massive tail of hers flopped over her shoulder as she wriggled herself in position. "Hnnnggg!" she groaned, feeling her tailhole yawn wide open from the sizable turd that she had been holding in for a while. Right as she felt it begin to crackle out of her hole, she paused. "Hmmm? What is that Mister Hay?" she blushed and rubbed her nose to his. "You want to watch?" she giggled and kissed his forehead. "I don't know...you got really stinky last time I did that...all I could see was that cute little nose poking out of my *BLOOOOOOORRRRRT* nf..pile!" she grunted, holding her stomach as a sense of urgency slammed into her. "Ooooh god! Fine! You can watch...again." She giggled before slowly standing up from the toilet and tossing him into the bathtub. "Alright Mister Hay, but you are going RIGHT in the wash after this." She mumbled as she sat over the edge of the tub and grabbed a hold of her tail. "You ready down there Mister Hay? I don't think I can *FRTTTTTTTTTTTTTT* hold it much longer!" she waited for a response she knew wasn't coming, but it made all the difference to her. "Hnff...here...we...go!" she grunted and began to push out her scat. The walls of the bathroom echoed with that distinct crackling sound of her log sliding out of her ass. Bea huffed deeply, feeling the turd stretch her tailhole nice and wide. "Ohh gosh, it's a big one Mister Hay! Open up!" she giggled and gave one last push. A shiver ran down her spine as she heard that wet, heavy thud as her load plopped down into the tub. "Ahhhhhh, that feels much, much better." She sighed in relief. With a curious bite of her lip, she glanced over her shoulder to see the damage she had done to her stuffed animal. She had landed that heavy turd right onto his entire lower half. "Goodness! Mister Hay!" she blushed. "I bet that feels nice and warm doesn't it." She reached down and pulled him from the pile and gave him a quick hug to her bare chest. After a few seconds, she gagged out, pulling the toy away. "M-mister *wretch* Hay! You smell horrible!" she dry-heaved as she held him away from her. Bea shifted her eye to the scat-covered plushie, and then down to the pile. She let go of her grip, holding him only with one hand as she reached down to scoop up some of her own filth. "Yeeuullch, what do you see in this stuff anyways Mister Hay? It is just...gross, slimy, stinky...*sigh* wonderful poop. "She licked her lips hesitantly before holding her plush against her chest and stuffing her shit-covered fingers into her mouth. "HRRRKK!!!" She heaved, feeling her stomach churn. She yanked her fingers from her mouth and jumped out of the tub. She knelt and began to lose her lunch into the porcelain throne. "How the hell do those girls in those fucking videos make that look so easy?" she groaned. Once the wave of nausea was over, she scooped up her mess and flushed it in the toilet. Bea took a quick shower, washing both her and Mister Hay off. Once the shower was over, she made sure to clean the tub section with a rag and some bleach. To finish it all off, Bea tossed her plush into the washing machine and flopped on her bed. "God...what is wrong with you." She muttered to herself. The buzzing of her phone pulled her out of her little daze. "Hmm? Who could that. . .oh right. I forgot I had dinner plans tonight." She sighed and picked up the phone, fully expecting it to be Gregg.

*Daddy-bear: Hello there my good little gator, are we having * a good day?

Her eyes lit up as she saw the message. It was from her mysterious 'Daddy' that she had met online on one of those fetish websites. Bea's thumbs rapidly taping a response in the chat window.

Bae-bea:Hello Daddy! I mean, it was as good as it could be. Worked the whole shift at the pick-axe by myself, got home and had some fun with Mister Hay.

Daddy-bear:Hmmm, that doesn't sound all that eventful. Do you have any plans for the night?;3

Bae-bea:Weeeelll...a friend of mine invited me over to dinner and I said yes out of instinct because of what was being made. I don't know if I am going to go.

Daddy-bear:Bea. . .I raised you better than that. If you didn't want to go, I don't think you would have agreed. Tell you what, wait for Mister Hay to get all cleaned up, and then bring him with you. Send me a text when you get there and I will send you a reward.

Bae-bea: O.o you don't mean?

Daddy-bear:Mmmmhmmm. I will send you that picture you have been wanting for a while.

Bea felt her heart jump in her chest at his promise. While they had agreed to never share pictures of their faces, they had sent naughty exchanges back and forth. Bea had sent him a few pictures over the months. Some of her backside, a few of her pussy, and on a few requested occasions, the messes she had made. The gator got herself ready while she waited for the wash to finish. She pulled the still slightly damp horse plush out and smiled at him. "Heh, something tells me Daddy is going to want a few pictures of you in return tonight, so there's no sense in drying you off." She giggled and rubbed her nose against him. Bea placed him in her bag and left her apartment.

Bea pushed the button for Gregg and Angus's apartment.

"Heeeelllllooooo?!?" Gregg's all to familiar voice cracked over the speaker box.

"It's me, Gregg, I hope I'm not too early."

"Not at all! We were just about to pull it out of the oven! Coooome on up!" he laughed before the speaker box went dead. Bea gave a little jump of joy before calming herself down. She glanced over to the sweet old wolf lady who was checking her mail. With a blush, Bea rubbed the back of her neck.

"It's okay dear, I know those two are making their special cheeseburger lasagna. If I could still jump, I'd probably do it myself. Those two nice boys always bring me a piece." She commented as she closed her mailbox. Bea chuckled as she walked into the elevator to head up to her friends' place.

"Hey, Bea! Really glad you could make it out tonight." Angus said with a soft smile as he opened the door. "Let me go finish this last repair up and I will be right out." Bea gave a nod as she pulled out her phone.

Bae-bea: Hey Daddy! I am here at my friend's place. Bae-bea inserted file:DSC1023123149.jpg

Bea stared at her phone, waiting rather anxiously for a response. After a few seconds, her phone buzzed. She quickly tapped on it to open it up.

Daddy-bear: Daddy-bear inserted file:Formybae-beagirl.jpg

Bea opened the file and stood there with big, wide eyes. The picture was of a massive hunk of a shaft, being lifted by a brown paw...in a room she knew very well. She was so lost in her shock she didn't hear the door open from down the hall. A soft yet commanding voice whispered into her ear.

"Hello, my bae-bea girl..." Angus said with a chuckle. Bea froze where she stood upon hearing that voice behind her. "What's the matter my dear?" he whispered while leaning in close to her. Bea spun around, her cheeks in a light blush.

"A-are you fucking kidding me?" she snorted and took a few steps towards the door. "I can't do this with you Angus. I might be a filthy gator, but I am not about to break a relationship for it. Angus rolled his eyes and took a few steps toward her,

"Bea, you really think I am about to ruin my relationship with Gregg for a little bit of filth play?" Bea turned around to see a genuine look on Angus's face.

"I don't understand what we are supposed to do then, We have to tell Gregg!" She snapped as she turned to the kitchen. Angus gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

"No...we don't," he spoke in a firm voice.

"Why?" Bea asked with a raised brow, her lip curling at Angus's actions.

"Beeeecause I already know." A voice called out from the kitchen. Bea's eyes widened as she heard Gregg. From the kitchen, Gregg walked out and approached the other two. "I think I knew before Angus did." He chuckled.

"Heh heh heh, yeah that much is true. He saw that first picture and knew it was you." Bea just stood there, still in a bit of shock from all the new information.

"Soooo, Gregg wants you to cheat?"

The two guys just stood there for a second before bursting out into laughter as they tried to regain their composure.

"Nooooo dude, Angus is 1000000% gay. He has like, zero interest in girls." Bea shook her head and sat down on the couch.

"So...what...was this a joke for you both? Hah, well you know your friend Bea is into some nasty stuff, good job, whatever." Gregg rolled his eyes and sat down next to her.

"No Bea, well not exactly." He sighed. "I have been into shit and stuff for a long time, buuuuuut it's not exactly Angus's cup of tea. He has tried to indulge me bless his heart, but just can't bring himself to do it. We both knew that if I asked you or approached you with it, weeelll you would have shut it down and closed yourself off." He blushed a very dark red as he looked to the floor.

"Wait, so you're the one with the scat fetish, and you've been wanting me to take a shit on you or something?" Bea asked with a semi-joking tone. Gregg just sat there as his blush darkened. "Ooohh, I...I'm sorry." She mumbled as she took a scoot closer to him. Angus smiled and went into the kitchen to finish up dinner.

"Yea dude, I have had this fetish for a really long time. Heh, you probably don't remember this, but I do." He chuckled nervously as he took a deep breath. "When I was in...highschool I think. I was sitting in the toilet daydreaming about a cute guy I had seen. He was some silver tiger or something and I couldn't stop thinking about him. I heard someone else walk into the bathroom, so I quickly pulled up my feet. Don't ask me why Bea, I have no idea. Long story short, it was a grumpy aggravated gator girl who couldn't find an open stall in the girl's bathroom. I remember you saying something about how they wouldn't be able to handle it anyways, lit up a cigarette, and took the stall next to me." His cheeks darkened as he shifted on the couch. "The sounds that came from that stall...well got me to shoot a load in my pants, not to mention the smell. It was then I heard you mutter out.

"I hope you choke on that, filthy boy." Bea muttered with a soft blush on her own cheeks. She then froze as the memory started to come back. "G-gregg, I...I tossed my used toilet paper over the wall in a sign of rebellion.

"Yea, that landed right on my nose. . . aaaand may have made me shoot another load into my pants. I had never been so inexplicably turned on by something before. I did some weird things to try and replicate that rush, but nothing was quite as powerful." Bea bit her lip and lifted her tail to one side as she let out a thundering, beefy fart into the couch cushions, feeling that hot air get trapped between her cheeks before a loud *Blorrrrrrp* echoed into the room as he crept its way out of her cheeks. Gregg jumped with a cute yipe as that rank smell of her gas hit his nose, clamping his legs together. Bea watched as his pants tented like a spring-loaded piston had just gone off. He whimpered softly as the tip of the bulge began to grow wet.

"Careful...he's got a real hair trigger when it comes to that stuff." Angus called out from the kitchen. Bea watched with absolute amazement at the vulpine's reaction.

"Whoa...you really are like...super into this." She muttered in that dead-pan voice of hers. Gregg nodded as he relaxed his legs. "So, what else did you do to try and replicate what I did to that poor toilet." She chuckled. Gregg huffed softly as he laid his head down next to her ass as he clenched his legs again. Right as he took a deep inhale, Bea let out another massive fart, leaning to one side so he got the brunt of the expulsion. Gregg was in absolute heaven as that raw sewage smell hit his nose.

"F-fuck Bea." He coughed, eyes watering from the reptile's acrid miasma. "Well, I tried sneaking into the girl's bathroom...any of them, all of them. Apparently, ninety percent of actual girls don't poop like you do." He laughed nervously. Bea snickered as she ran her claws through his headfur.

"Well, I could have told you that, most girls can't hold a candle to me in that sense."

"Heh, not that I'd recommend that after what I've felt you blow out of your ass." Teased the fox. Bea took a deep breath and stood up, only to plant that thick backside right on his face, making sure his snout got under her skirt as she wriggled into place. The gator leaned back as she let out a wet, sloppy rasping fart go right onto his face. Gregg yipped out, flailing under her as his nose was filled with that heavy sulfuric-rich scent she blessed him with. His mind started to cloud up in a haze as her ass was the only thing he could smell. Angus poked his head in, wondering what all the muffled moans were about. His mouth opened as he was about to speak before that foul odor danced onto his tongue. The ursine wretched a bit before covering his nose with a kitchen towel.

"Ohh...my...god" he coughed, waving his free hand in front of his face as he walked back in the kitchen. "I was not prepared for how acrid that was!" he shouted out as the smell of cheeseburger lasagna began to combat the heavy cloud of her flatulence. Bea blushed slightly as a mixed feeling of pride/embarrassment rushed over her. Right as her own humility was winning the fight, her eyes cast down to spot Greggs pulsing erection confined in those tight blue jeans. A wave of confidence and approval surged through her as she ground her ass over his face.

"You like huffing my farts there fox-boy?" she called out, her heavy tail flopping against the couch with a deep, audible whump. "Open up that mouth so I can give you one to chew on." Bea commanded in that cold emotionless tone. Gregg whimpered loudly, moaning heavily into her ass while arching his back to hip thrust into the air. Bea leaned forward just enough to help move her next blast along. Her hand reached back to shove the unsuspecting fox's nose right against her pucker. Pffffffffffffffftttttt. At the tail-end of her fart, Bea heard an oddly comical 'slapping' noise coming from behind her. "Nfff, sounded like that one was a little wet!" she chuckled. Her laughter ended as she felt a series of small slaps against her thigh. While she was sliding more into a new love for dominating Gregg, she wasn't about to overdo it. The gator stood up and wretched as the overwhelming stench of her gas that the couch had soaked up was released into the air. She felt a wet 'pop' and something pull from her tailhole. "Oh...hey...Angus! I maaay have taken a shit on your couch." She sighed and hesitantly glanced behind her. Gregg's eyes were open wide, his nose colored a dark brown.

"Holy shit dude...that was amazing!" he coughed, with a few snorting laughs. "My nose got caught in that stinkhole you call an ass. T-that slapping sound was your fart being forced into my nose and out my jowls." The vulpine shook it off and slowly sat back up with Bea's help. "Though, as fragrant and wonderful as your farts are, I smell the faint hint of Cheeeseeeburrrrger

lasagna!" he shouted with a smile. He made a bolt for the kitchen, only to be yanked back to the couch by his tail. Bea chuckled and stood up gently stroking one of his ears.

"Ohh...don't worry, you will get your plate." She bit her lip and patted her belly. "Riiiight after I finish baking it for you." Bea whispered in a stunningly seductive tone. Gregg's mouth opened and hung there as his eyes glazed over. "Ooooh dear" she moaned. "I seem to have broken the foxy." Bea snickered as she reached back and began to wriggle her hips. Gregg's mind was a maelstrom caught somewhere between obedience and unbridled desire. A new, yet familiar scent snapped him out of his daze. Gregg went cross-eyed to the new weight he felt upon his nose. A small gasp escaped his throat as he saw Bea's skid-marked and fart-soaked panties dangling off the bridge of his nose. Angus rolled his eyes as he saw the bottomless gator stroll into his kitchen.

"I will make sure to save you some of the regular lasagna for later, I made a second one having a thought this might happen." Laughed the bear as he handed Bea a hefty plate of the food.

Some time passed after everyone enjoyed their meal. The trio sat watching the tv, well except for Gregg. The yellow fox found himself once again stuffed underneath Bea's plump backside. The vulpine lay there huffing his friend's dank, musky-smelling ass. His mind drowning in a deep endless daze. Bea grumbled as she lunged forward, holding onto her stomach. "Fuck...fuck..." she grumbled, feeling her stomach gurgle in heavy protest. "Hoooo god, I think it's getting to be about that PPBBBLLLRRRRTTT, hnfff..time!" she pushed out a heavy, beefy fart blasting onto Gregg's face. The vulpine's leg twitched subtly in response, having already been pushed well over the limit of ecstasy. Bea hissed and felt a few more airy farts rocket out of her backside, each one getting wetter and wetter. The room fell silent after a sloppy splattering shart echoed in the tiny apartment. "Okay, unless you realllly want to throw this couch out, we need to move. I think I just choco-coated your boyfriend's face." She grimaced with a slight chuckle. Angus raised an eye from behind those glasses as he took a sip of his soda.

"Uhhh Bea, I thought you had panties on?" Inquired Angus with a nervous look on his face. The gator chuckled as she lifted up her shit-stained panties on one finger, giving them a light twirl.

"God no, I took those off right before we ate. I could tell things were going to get a little messy, and from the moans I was hearing, I could tell that my little fart lover wouldn't mind." She winked before dropping them onto the floor, with a wet scchllorrrp. Both Bea and Angus glanced down at the panties with a curious glance.

"Please tell me that's 'sweat' that caused them to splat like that?" Angus grumbled as he flashed her a wink. Bea rolled her ass deeper onto the cushion, smooshing it further onto Gregg's face. There was another squelching gurgle as Bea's stomach began to empty its contents. There was a massive yelp from Gregg as he began to flail around. The steaming hot, acrid liquid shit shooting right into his nose. Bea stood up with a grunt as she clenched her ass as tightly as she could. A lewd, wet pop sounded off as Gregg's nose was plucked free from her pucker.

"Okay, okay, we are on very VERY borrowed time gentleman." Bea cried out, whimpering as her tail lowered between her legs. Gregg...bathroom...NOW!" she commanded as she waddled towards the bathroom. Gregg rose out the couch as though he was back from the dead, quickly following Bea to the bathroom. Once they were there, Bea grabbed ahold of the fox and pushed him right into the empty bathtub. "Unless you want your clothes to look like you've been rolling in the mud all day, I'd BLLLLORRRRT TAKE THEM OFF!" she hissed, feeling another shart squirt out from her tail-hole. Gregg gave a rather eager nod as peeled his clothing off him, tossing them over the tub and onto the floor. Angus chuckled as he leaned against the door frame, holding a camcorder.

"Thiiiis is gonna get good." Muttered Angus as he began to stroke himself off. Bea took a deep breath as she sat down on the edge of the toilet, feeling her stomach tearing itself apart. Bea glanced down over her shoulder, lifting her large tail over her shoulder. Gregg stared at her glorious shit-stained pucker. He took one whiff and retched to one side.

"H-h-o...holy shit dude, I thought that hour I spent under your ass would have made it..." before he could speak, his mouth was filled with a torrent of Bea's thick sludge. His eyes bulged out as her warm mess slither down his gullet. Gregg was frozen in a mix of ecstasy, horror, and disbelief as he found himself gulping down mouthful after mouthful of the gator girl's shit. After what felt like an eternity, her scat thickened to a wonderfully vile log that plopped down into his mouth.

"Now don't you go swallowing that last little bit, filthy fox!" Commanded Bea as she fired out a few last farts sputtering into his mouth. His tastebuds came back to life, realizing what it was that was laid across his tongue. Everything in his body was screaming to spit out the thick log of shit that was ever so slowly melting in his mouth. Bea reached behind her, wiping up that filthy crack of hers to clean up as much as she could. "HEY ANGUS! I think your shitters broken!" she called out tossing the toilet paper over her shoulder. Bea heard a soft splut as the toilet paper found its mark. Bea glanced over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow, snorting under her breath as she saw the used toilet paper sticking to his nose. "I bet you're loving every little minute of this, aren't you? Sitting there like my poor, used, abused toilet. Filled past its limit until its overflowing. Mmmm and to top it all off, my shit-stained toilet paper stuck to that sensitive little nose of yours. Gregg, I hope you are liking this as much as your body is betraying you." She chuckled pointing down to the vulpine's raging erection. "You know what, ANGUS! NEVERMIND! I GOT IT!" she said with a devilish grin. Her stomach gurgled loudly again, causing Gregg to begin to sweat. "Yea, now the horror sets in..." she bit her lip, swaying that large tail of hers back and forth. "Mmmm, did you lose your composure when your lips were glued to my ass, gulping down my hot liquid shit? No. Were you panicking as I sandwiched your face between my butt-cheeks and proceeded to steam that stinky little muzzle of yours for over an hour?" She shook her head as she lightly pushed on her belly. "Mmm but now, laying there with a mouthful of my melting shit, toilet paper stuck to your nose...and probably the strongest erection you have felt in a while. Would you like to know why you are sweating bullets my filthy little fox?" she hovered her ass right over his crotch and flopped that tail over her shoulder. "It's because you know what you are, you are realizing just how much of an immature, stinky, shit-loving little fox you are. Getting turned on by my flatulence. Brought to the very brink of orgasm from a mouth full of my poo!" she snickered. "Mmmm, and now, my poor little toilet is clogged." She let out a hot, steaming fart right onto his cock. That rancid heated air bellowing over his twitching shaft. "Don't you dare cum from that...I have something very special for my clogged little toilet." Chuckled Bea as she gave one last little push. Her tailhole yawned open and with another loud fart ripping out of her ass, dropped one last sludge-like pile right onto Gregg's quivering cock. "Mmmm, and what does one do with a clogged...toilet?" she inquired as she reached down to grab Greggs tail. Bea rather nonchalantly wiped her ass with the fox's beautiful orange tail. Gregg's eyes danced back and forth in an attempt to come up with an answer. The realization came to him a split second too late. Before he could react, there was a lewd, squelching SCCHLLORRRRP as Bea stuck the plunger right over his crotch. Gregg clenched his eyes tight as he felt her hot sludge squish over his shaft and balls. "You plunge it." She laughed as she began to work the handle of the plunger like a plumber. Gregg cried out, shaking his head back and forth as she nearly lifted him off the tub floor when she hoisted the plunger up. "Nasty, nasty little toilet fox, clogged with my shit!" she teased, pushing the plunger down again, causing her shit to ooze out the sides. "I've worked in a hardware store my whole life little fox. I'm not about to let some shit-hungry little fox best me." She yanked the plunger up again, watching his reactions to her plunging. Gregg lied there nearly in tears that this plunger was 'sucking' his cock better than any of his previous boyfriends. "You can make this end shit-fox...cum for me! Five...four...three..." she began to count down. Gregg felt his entire body kick into overdrive as every single pleasure neuron in his brain fired off at once. Bea felt her nethers begin to drip with an intense arousal. "Two..." she whispered with a heavily dominating tone. Tears rolled down Greggs face as a loud, distinctive GULP echoed out in the bathroom. Bea froze as she watched the entirety of her load bulge out his neck as he swallowed it all in one go.

"ONE!!" Gregg yowled out in an orgasmic yowl as he arched his back deeply into the shit filled plunger. Greggs eyes fluttered as he shot off that thick load of his into the rubber cup that was compressed around his crotch. Bea felt her legs go weak as she stumbled backwards and onto the toilet. Her fingers stuffed inside that dripping sex of hers. The gator tossed her head back, panting heavily as she felt her own orgasm building up. "HFFFF, st-t-t-t-stupid...sexy...shit...eating...little..." she clenched her thighs tight as she felt her release slam into her stomach like a swing from a Louisville slugger. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" she cried out, feeling herself squirt from the sheer power of her orgasm. Angus sat there in the other room, his token sweater covered in how own steaming cum.

"H...huh..." he mumbled to himself as he felt his eyes and head grow heavy, exhaustion taking over him as he slowly fell asleep.

From her attic room at her parent's place, Mae watched her laptop with wide eyes and glistening fingers. "Holy...shit" she moaned; eyes fixated on the camera feed that Angus has set up in their bathroom. "Hellllo Mistress Beatrice." She snickered with a bite of her lip.