What Happens in the Lavatory...
Re-upload from FA where Renamon gets a bad case of bowel desperation and promptly relieves herself in the bathroom. The only problem is that she goes into the boys' bathroom, just in time for more Digimon to join her and stink up the place. Scat warning. This isn't really adult but I just marked it as that due to the EXCESSIVE and descriptive amount of toilet humor.
What Happens in the Lavatory...
She knew she shouldn't have eaten all those wings, or the platter of cheese, or the massive enchilada with the width of her head, but she did it all anyway. She shouldn't have accepted the dare to swallow four hot dogs whole, but she did it anyway. Most importantly, she shouldn't have eaten a bunch of food that was high in fiber...but she did it anyway. And now she was sprinting her way down to the bathroom to go relieve herself. Renamon won a special gift certificate for a restaurant located in Maytek City and she, along with other Digimon decided to use it wisely, and ordered an All-You-Can-Eat buffet. So now, all the Digimon were stuffed, fat and happy and ready to leave to head home. Unfortunately Renamon's bowels decided to act up at the last second, which would explain the predicament she was in now. The Digimon kicked open the bathroom door and stormed inside, nearly slipping on a puddle of water. She whined and held her stomach as it growled, desperately keeping her flatulence and feces inside her stomach. The last thing she wanted to do was soil the floor, especially if other Digimon began to walk inside, so she held it in, quickly looking underneath all the stalls. The bathroom was empty, and she sighed with a little relief. At least none of the girls would know she was the one who was about to create the horrendous smell that was about to come out her anus. She ran inside the first stall and locked the door before turning around to look at the porcelain. Renamon inhaled sharply as her stomach churned and hopped onto the toilet seat, planting her yellow ass cheeks on the porcelain. She didn't waste any time, and let her bowels fly, pooping and farting loud enough to wake a dormant volcano. Her tail was high in the air and she was making sure that her butt was sitting directly over the toilet, knowing she didn't want to get any of the grime anywhere on the floor or doors. Several nasty plops were heard before Renamon grunted and the noise intensified, sounding like a thick watery substance was boiling or pouring out of a bottle, making noise as it landed on the ground. She farted for a full twelve seconds before the trumpet suddenly turned into raucous plopping. It hadn't even been half a minute and the entire bathroom smelled like a greenhouse full of giant corpse flowers. Renamon tried to look on the bright side of the situation, but when you're sitting on the toilet shitting at forty miles an hour your brain is focused more on the waste leaving your colon and the smell it's giving off. The Digimon stopped pooping momentarily and huffed a couple of times, trying not to strain herself. Her viscera came back to life and before she knew it her legs were erect and her eyes and fists were clenched shut. The vibrant splattering and trumpet blasting came back and she felt the hot, steamy goo shooting out of her ass again. It wasn't that she had diarrhea, but all of the dung was being pushed out so fast that it broke into several smaller pieces, kinda like shoving a cookie through a tiny hole. It'll get through, but in the process it'll break apart into tons of crumbs and soon enough, the cookie is in hundreds of pieces, not just one regular piece. It was her fault though, as she ate all that food at one time, and the fiber only acted as an enema or a mild laxative. After all the pooping and sharting and flatulence, Renamon grunted loudly when she felt her butthole suddenly become tight. A large chunk of scat was coming out now, rather slowly. Renamon grunted and started to push, feeling the repulsive chunky log against her ass slide its way out. Judging by the size and rancid odor, she assumed it was the enchilada. As she began to let it out, another box of hot air started to spew out, silent this time. The funky gas slithered its way around the log of poo and into the porcelain, echoing very faintly. And then, with one final sharp push, the enchilada splashed into the soiled toilet water, before a few more drops of dung fell out. She sighed heavily and put her legs down, feeling much relief even though she still had to defecate. After that giant log her bowels felt clearer, and it wasn't hurting anymore. Of course, she still despised the malodorous odor her butt was expelling and she was still taking a shit, but the worst seemed to be over.
She was in the clear up until she heard a creak from yonder and a slam that followed. After that she heard someone groan loudly and laugh heartily.
"Goddamn! Smells like a Tuskmon is in here!"
Renamon gasped at the voice. It wasn't just that another Digimon was in the bathroom but the fact the other Digimon had a deep masculine voice posed as an entirely new problem.
"Guess I smelled worse. This isn't like the time Gargomon soiled the hotel room we were in cause he had the trots and couldn't make it."
The mysterious Digimon walked into adjacent stall and locked the door before sitting down on the toilet bowl, sighing heavily as he relaxed himself.
"Alright ExVeemon, just relax and think of waterfalls."
Bam. The dirty bomb just exploded. Not only was another Digimon in here, but it was another MALE Digimon. This wasn't the girls' bathroom at all. It was the boys' bathroom. True to his word, ExVeemon began to think about waterfalls and water fountains and a hose on the highest setting it was privileged to. He sighed with a grin on his maw and started the waterworks, urinating heavily into the toilet bowl. It sounded like a racehorse was in the next stall, plain and simple. ExVeemon hadn't used the bathroom in a while and was holding in all the pee, but now it was all coming out, turning the water in the bowl into a dandelion or mustard color. He seemed to be enjoying himself, judging by the loud sighs and Renamon could've sworn he actually sniffed loudly for a moment to take in the odor. As if the smell of her shit wasn't bad enough now it smelled like piss and fish. The urine began to cease and Renamon figured it was time to make her move. It was just her and ExVeemon, and he was busy using the bathroom so all she had to do was get up and walk out; she could wash her hands at home or squirt hand sanitizer into them. But as she began to rise from the toilet, her bowels began to activate and she let out a foul, silent gas bubble. ExVeemon didn't hear anything as he himself was focused on his own bowel issues. He placed his hands on his knees and grunted softly before letting out a nice fat lump of dung, which splashed in the toilet water loudly. The smell of the dung began to fill the air and ExVeemon leaned over on the toilet so he could let out a loud fart. He giggled and wafted the smell away before letting out another giant log of shit. Renamon had her nose plugged and was trying not to say anything from the odor. Unfortunately, she also couldn't control the loud shart that came out of her ass, one loud enough to alert the blue-winged Digimon next to her. ExVeemon chuckled again and took a whiff of the odor.
"WHOO!! Back at ya buddy!"
ExVeemon grunted with fists made and sharted messily into the bowel as well, the noise echoing throughout the toilet bowl and the lavatory, creating a thick odor that penetrated Renamon's nostrils. She gagged discreetly and kept her mouth shut just in time for ExVeemon to let out more dung.
"Care for another round?"
Renamon didn't answer.
"Hey buddy, you still in there?"
This time Renamon did respond, but not with her mouth. Her ass did all the talking for her as she grunted softly and let out a soft lump of Digimon shit. ExVeemon laughed again and let out a complementary gas bubble, followed by more smelly shit a few inches long. Don't worry Renamon, just a few more minutes and you'll be outta here, thought Renamon.
The only problem was that those couple of minutes could very well turn into several minutes, or a half-hour. As she was farting and pooping alongside ExVeemon, the bathroom creaked open again and another Digimon came inside, huffing and sighing heavily.
"Damn! Is there a DarkTyrannomon in here!?" asked the other Digimon.
"Hehe, nah it's just me WereGarurumon, and some other guy in the stall next to me."
Lovely. As if ExVeemon wasn't enough now she had to deal with WereGarurumon. However now that Renamon wasn't in pain she could look on the brighter side of the situation. ExVeemon was having calm bowel movements, nothing hellacious or grotesque like her own so as long as she didn't provoke him to fart, this might end well for her. Now she just had to hope that WereGarurumon used the bathroom as calmly as he did.
"I tell you, that's the last time I eat black olives on my pizza."
"Did you take out the pits?"
"Olives have pits in them?"
ExVeemon shook his head and sighed. "You better get in here before you crap yourself!"
WereGarurumon held his stomach and rushed inside the stall next to ExVeemon's, slamming the door shut and locking it. He turned around and unzipped his pants before shoving them down near his ankles. He groaned and sat down before he started farting loudly and mixing his fetid gas with that from ExVeemon and Renamon's asses. His smelled worse than ExVeemon's and were just as loud as her own. She gagged again, this time audible for someone to hear, and shut her eyes as the hot vapors began to go inside her system. Then the splashing started and ExVeemon exclaimed loudly before plugging his own nose.
"You just had black olives on pizza?!"
WereGarurumon grunted and let out two large pieces of canine scat, soft and squishy lump and slid down the toilet.
"Yep!"
"There's no way in hell black olives can turn into that!"
"Oh yeah?! And what did you--"
The canine grunted and sharted into the toilet bowl, sprinkling the latrine with light brown confetti.
"What did you eat?!"
ExVeemon grunted with eyes shut and fists made before farting in a deep tone and letting out three chunks of shit.
"What does it smell like?" he giggled.
WereGarurumon expanded his nostrils and quickly took in the odor. "Smells like malt vinegar and cheese."
"No, those are your feet."
WereGarurumon looked down at his giant smelly feet and wiggled his toes. "Oh, yeah."
The two Digimon continued to poop into the toilet, one contrasting the other. ExVeemon grunted softly and let out a very lengthy log of scat that someone could exaggerate and say was over a foot long. It smelled stale and was a little chunky, and it coiled around in the yellowish-brown water with a seismic plop. WereGarurumon on the other paw farted twice before several loud plops were heard, and the smell was horrific. He sighed as he let out a long fart that sounded like he was crushing wet sponges and stepping on bubble wrap. Both of them made vulgar and equally complementary comments on the noise and smell before they started again. ExVeemon felt warm gusts of air coming out of his ass very quietly, but the smell was so foul that Renamon's face began to turn green and she almost felt like passing out. WereGarurumon smelled it too and countered it.
"Oh yeah? Well take this!!"
WereGarurumon made his legs erect and grunted loudly, his teeth grit and his eyes shut. The next thing ExVeemon and Renamon knew the bathroom was filled with the giant cacophonous eruption of several gallons of flatulence. The smell wasn't too bad, but the noise was something you'd expect from a macro rhino or a giant Pokemon like Palkia or Dialga. The floor didn't shake but Renamon heard plaster fall from the ceiling and onto the floor. After he was done, the canine sighed heavily or triumphantly with the short snicker he let out. Clearly WereGarurumon took loud, active shits as opposed to ExVeemon, and they stank as well. But hey...at least one of them wasn't sitting on her and pooping on her fur so...that's a plus right?
But like always she couldn't help but frown when another revelation came about with a creak of the door. Yet another Digimon was coming inside, a large one since Renamon could see part of his yellow hair over the stall door. She wasn't sure but she had a feeling the Digimon was Leomon. The Digimon took a few steps back from the stall and groaned loudly before coughing and plugging his nose.
"WHEW!! Growlmon, are you in here?!"
"Nah, it's just us Leo!" said ExVeemon.
"Us?"
"Yeah, me, WereGarurumon, and some other Digimon."
"Oh, no wonder why it stinks so much. I suppose none of you will mind the smell of my impending bowel movements then?"
ExVeemon and WereGarurumon farted simultaneously and dropped another brown turd in the toilet bowl. "That answer your question?"
The feline shrugged and walked over to the next empty stall besides WereGarurumon. He promptly pulled his pants down after closing and locking the stall door and sat on the porcelain, his fat butt cheeks warming the toilet seat. He didn't waste much time like WereGarurumon, but his defecation sounded like urine splashing into the toilet bowl. Leomon sighed and raised his tail as he let out a nasty spray of light brown scat. All three Digimon began to groan loudly from the stench and the odd noises coming out of Leomon's butt.
"P.U. Leomon! What crawled up your ass and died?!"
"My apologies, I've been dealing with a terrible case of the trots all week."
"Ew Leo, you got diarrhea?" asked ExVeemon.
"Unfortunately."
Leomon shut his eyes and grunted loudly before hundreds of tiny, broken chunks of shit popped out of his asshole and into the water beneath him. A nasty shart proceeded and Leomon sighed loudly.
"I'm sure it'll cease soon, but for now you guys are just gonna have to tolerate the smell."
"Trust me, we are definitely okay with that!"
In the confusion Renamon wound up farting again, this time loud enough for the sound to echo throughout the bathroom. Apparently the others (minus Leomon) took it as a challenge and they leaned over and farted in Renamon's direction. Even with the barricades around her, she could still get a whiff of the revolting odor; something she thought was like a male hippopotamus. She could picture them mimicking the animal, standing in a muddy lake, wagging their tails around as they defecated and flicking their shit all over the place with a nonchalant expression on their faces. But boys will be boys, she thought. Guess it wasn't her fault that some of them were disgusting; it was their nature. Once again she tried to think on the bright side. ExVeemon and WereGarurumon seemed to be calming down, meaning their bowels were getting close to being empty and hopefully they'd leave soon. She was also happy that Leomon seemed to be using the bathroom to relieve himself, and not so he could play around with his farts. Sure, his shit stank, but he wasn't intentionally letting it all out or blasting his ass gas just for others to smell it. Not only that but he bothered apologizing about it beforehand. If Renamon was discovered by Leo she'd be okay with that. A guy like him could keep a secret and he wouldn't tease her from day-to-day, unlike the latter. ...If only his feces were silent and smelled like oregano, then maybe this would be perfect.
"Hey Leo, wanna give us a taste of what you've been eating?"
"What?"
"Y'know, pass a little wind our way?"
"Why would I do that?"
"Cause it's fun!"
"I'm telling you guys my bowels have been flaring up like crazy. If I pass gas intentionally I may go all over the place. I was on the verge of soiling myself earlier today."
"And that's a bad thing...why?"
"C'mon Leo just one fart to see if it's really as bad as you say!" said ExVeemon.
The feline sighed. "You asked for it."
Renamon buried her nose into her hands as Leomon farted very loudly. It neither sounded nor smelled like flatulence though and Renamon wished she had four hands: two to cover her nose and two to cover her ears. It sounded like he was stepping on wheels of cheese filled with slime, with the odd sound of water splattering onto the floor at the end. It smelled like a camel that came out of a tar pit it just peed in. Even worse was that the smell was burning her eyes and making them red, like the smoke from a fire or a greasy stove. ExVeemon and WereGarurumon laughed at first, but it soon turned into meek sniffs and violent coughing. They asked too much they could chew--smell in this case--and now it was biting them right in their stinky brown asses.
"Holy shit Leo! Have you been eating pickles dipped in mustard and hot sauce?!"
"Yes."
"Why the hell would anyone eat that?! This is just like the time you ate that giant bowl of sauerkraut! How can you stand the food you eat?!"
"What can I say?"
Leomon sharted in the toilet again. "I have a unique dietary."
"Unique my ass; no one--"
As soon as ExVeemon mentioned "ass" his bowels flared up and he started shitting in the toilet very loudly in the middle of nowhere. He grunted with fists made as four loud plops were heard and the air was filled with piss and shit yet again. WereGarurumon's gut also began to activate and he started pooping inside the toilet with massive wet farting noises, sounding like those sponges and bubble wrap again. Renamon was starting to see spots and she was hoping that it was normal, and that her mind was corroding from the noxious fumes. It was all gonna be over very, very soon and she'd be able to get up and walk outta the bathroom...and go take a nice, hot bath before Rika got a whiff of her.
"Damn, I thought I was finished. Guess we still got some left in us, eh ExVeemon?"
"This cannot get any worse or else I'm gonna pass out."
The Digimon hadn't learned her lesson the other several times she's said that, and now she practically bounced off her seat after she felt a loud thud. The door swung open and in popped a really odd smell. It wasn't feces, but more like weasel musk and vinegar and cheese. She heard a loud gurgling sound from outside the stall followed by a guttural groan.
"Oh man...I knew I shouldn't have eaten all those prune pies. And why the hell does it smell like a Callismon spread his shit all over the walls?!" growled the intruding Digimon.
"Huh. I was wondering what smelled like WarGreymon feet." said Leomon.
"Didn't know you were in here Leomon. I'm not surprised you're the reason behind this disgusting stench."
"No, ExVeemon and WereGarurumon are in here too."
"Good. Then I'm sure none of you will mind if I partake in emptying my colon as well."
"Where else are you gonna go? The sink? I don't think your ass would fit and all the crap in your gut would end up overflowing on the floor."
WarGreymon groaned again and let out a bubbling fart. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
With several giant footsteps that nearly made Renamon hop up and down off the porcelain, WarGreymon walked into the last stall and opened up the door. He let out another giant smelly fart before his stomach grumbled again and he closed and locked the door. He sat down on the porcelain with a loud gruff and relaxed the sphincters in his anus. The next thing Renamon knew, her head was spinning from the unholy noise rattling against her skull and her eyes were red and fiery from the strapping vapors coming out of the Digimon's asshole. Whether or not a horde of bulls were coming out or a convoy of motorcycles with sputtering engines were roaring their way into the toilet bowl, the sound of WarGreymon's flatulence were making her head hurt a little. And then there was the smell. Without a doubt it overpowered the smells that came out of ExVeemon and WereGarurumon and Leomon COMBINED, that was one thing. On another, it was reminiscent of a decaying mushroom that was just dipped into a vat full of sulfuric acid and burnt meat that had expired decades ago. She wasn't sure how much excrement was falling into the toilet, but the plopping and splashing seemed endless as the noise rumbled against WarGreymon's thick armor.
"Whew...that feels so much better." sighed the champion Digimon.
ExVeemon chuckled and dropped a large log of his own, letting out a massive poot as well.
"It sure is satisfying, ain't it?"
WarGreymon let more motorcycles cross the finish line so they could retrieve their fetid watery brown trophies.
"That's right."
Okay that's it; I'm getting the fuck outta here, thought Renamon. I don't care if the other boys tease me! I don't care if they see me and tell everyone what happened! I don't even care if I still have to go and wound up squatting outside the restaurant to take a dump! Renamon rose from her toilet seat and ran towards the door, eager to get outside and absorb the fresh air. But as she grabbed the handle and shoved the door forward, she noticed it wouldn't budge.
"HUH?!" she said, rather loudly.
The stalls in the bathroom were old and beginning to rust. Some doors wouldn't lock because they were broken and the janitor never bothered fixing them. Others wouldn't even have doors on them and the Digimon would have to use the bathroom with no privacy whatsoever. The one Renamon was in had a door with a lock that tended to jam on occasion. This was one of those times.
"Shit." she muttered under her breath.
She could climb over the stalls and get to the door that way, but the smell was making her disoriented and the last thing she wanted to do was have a surprise shart attack as she was hanging over the wall, spraying her fecal matter all over the place. So she continued to twist and knob and grunt as she pulled backwards.
"Hey, you guys know what we should do while we're all in here?!" asked WereGarurumon.
"What?"
"A nice game of Battle Shits!"
Renamon's pupils dilated.
"YEAH!! We're all here and we all got ass issues so why not?"
WarGreymon dropped four very large turds before farting again, the engines sputtering incessantly.
"You guys know I'm gonna win either way right?"
"Doesn't mean we can't have a little fun with it! You wanna join us Leo?"
The feline shrugged. "Normally I wouldn't but I forgot a magazine and there's nothing in here to read except the scribbles Digimon left on the walls of the stalls."
"Okay! We all start on three! One...two..."
There was nothing left for Renamon to do but shut her eyes and plug her nose with both hands, hoping that the game would end sooner than later. She managed to get through the repulsive odor so far, so maybe she could get through this too. If not, well the janitor would find her unconscious body in the stall eventually and would bring her back to speed. Whatever was about to happen, she knew the product would be stinky and messy.
"THREE!"
And with that, the bathroom rumbled as it was filled with the scent of sulfur and rotten meat, and even the musky odor of urine. The first thing they did was fart loud enough to make more plaster fall from the ceiling. After that sputtering bubbles came out, All Renamon heard was raucous splashing and shouting; the water splashed WarGreymon and WereGarurumon in the butt. Then there was the sound of liquid dripping and pouring into the toilet, obviously Leomon's watery diarrhea. However the smell of fish intensified, indicating that someone in one of the stalls was urinating very heavily, probably WarGreymon. After their first "attack" they did a damage report.
"Hehehe, looks like I sunk all your frigates guys!"
"Oh that's bullshit; I totally sunk your frigates! Leomon only hit mine!" said ExVeemon.
"To rectify, I'm the one who sank all of my opponents' frigates." said Leomon.
"No, I--"
None of them had a chance to finish before WarGreymon sent another hailstorm of bikers dashing out of his asshole and into the toilet bowl, creating immense noise and increasing the smell even beyond his own tolerance.
"P.U.! There, ya guys happy? WarGreymon sank our frigates for us!"
The champion Digimon chuckled brazenly, challenging the other three Digimon to beat him at a game that was obviously futile. But he wanted to see them put up a nice fight, and there was no point in taking them all out at once. ExVeemon took his challenge and grunted with his legs erect before farting messily and letting out six balls of shit with loud splashes. They felt like rocks as they squeezed their way out of the Digimon's blue butt cheeks.
"Okay, sounds like you hit my submarine." said WereGarurumon.
ExVeemon grunted one last time and let out a nasty shart before snickering with a shark smile on his face.
"...sunk my submarine..." muttered WereGarurumon under his breath.
"Sounds like I'm on a roll tonight!!" he shouted boastfully.
Leomon countered the winged Digimon's quip by spreading his legs as he relaxed his anal sphincters, letting a large watery stool sample shoot its way into the toilet. It was as though his ass cheeks were high-powered water guns...and the diarrhea was the "water" he loaded the gun with. It burned his ass a little and he groaned before quickly waving a paw in front of his nose.
"PHEW! Tell me that sunk something."
"You hit my battleshit!" cried WarGreymon from the adjacent latrine.
"It's only a foul bathroom game. Winning isn't the point; the point is to have fun and kill time while defecating in the lavatory."
"Winning is EVERYTHING! I'll show you!"
WarGreymon grunted with fists made and his legs erect before another deafening booming sound was heard that made the bathroom shake and caused one of the mirrors to shatter like rotten wood. Everyone in the bathroom veered their head backwards and plugged their nose. Leomon waited for the acidic smell to recede before he analyzed the situation.
"...If I had to guess, I'd say that WarGreymon just sank all of our destroyers."
"WHAT!!" everyone shouted in protest.
WarGreymon let out a mocking laugh, challenging his opponents yet again.
"Oh, so it's like that huh?!" shouted ExVeemon.
"Everyone fire!" commanded WereGarurumon.
The guys were really taking this game seriously, like it was an actual war battle in the middle of the sea and all of their weapons were missiles filled with Digimon dung instead of napalm. ExVeemon and WereGarurumon simultaneously attacked WarGreymon with two vociferous blasts of gas that cracked the mirror even more than before, a few giant shards falling into the sink and shattering into tiny pieces. The smell couldn't be identified with all the malodorous gas that filled the bathroom; the thousands of various stinks were all combining into one giant repugnant greenish orb. Rotten meat, vinegar, sour milk, stale tacos, bad eggs--they were all swirling around in the room, and with no ventilation system running there was no chance of the smell going away soon. The Digimon didn't know if their farts sunk another ship, but Leomon started joining in on the fun. He lifted his tail and sharted deeply into the toilet bowl, dousing the remaining sections of the bowl that weren't brown with muddy, runny poop full of tiny chunks of food and crushed red peppers and corn. WarGreymon knew he lost his destroyer, so he fought back, launching an arsenal of "surface-to-air-missiles" at his opponents. With the sound of impending chunky plopping, all the missiles made contact with ExVeemon's ships, sinking a majority of them. However his battleshit was still running on its scat-fueled engines. The winged Digimon saved some of his best for last and pumped out a giant block of scat that had been resting in his gut for some time now. The scat came out smoothly at first, shortly before it began to fall onto the other pile in the water and coiled around like a cinnamon bun for what seemed like a minute or two. With a small poot his rectum severed the feces and it fell in the disgusting wasted-ridden water. ExVeemon sighed so loudly it almost sounded like he just finished having an orgasm or childbirth. He didn't want to look in the toilet, but he knew damn sure that it was either on the verge of being full or was already beginning to overflow. His face was no longer red but sweat was beginning to drip off his chin. WereGarurumon laughed at the top of his lungs and nearly fell off his toilet seat.
"I know that sigh from anywhere!! Sounds like you just sank a battleshit!"
"Yeah, you're out of the game WarGreymon."
"WHAT!! All because of one--"
"Yep."
"Fine, if ExVeemon took me out I'm dragging him down with me!"
WarGreymon made his legs erect again and his stomach gurgled so loudly that the rumbling itself could scare an animal from its home. The next thing everyone knew, the room was filled with the notorious odor and deafening noise again, another endless uproar of motorboats chugging and the mix of malt vinegar and dead corpses. The smell somehow managed to overpower the rest and everyone in the bathroom was coughing so violently that they almost began to retch. At one point WereGarurumon bent over and spat up a small amount of saliva, his power depleting as the smell started to creep into his nose. Leomon was also having trouble breathing; his own diarrhea smelled ten times better than this. He'd have no problem dunking his own head into the toilet if he wasn't so keen on keeping his fur clean.
"Alright, this is the last time I ever use the bathroom next to you WarGreymon!" coughed Leomon.
"Good. I'll have the place all to myself then!"
The feline sighed. "I think we should call it quits now."
"Yeah, no shit--after that last fart WarGreymon let out this place is starting to make me lightheaded." said WereGarurumon.
"So you're all forfeiting; that makes me the winner!"
"Shut up WarGreymon."
The Digimon rose from their seats after wiping their asses down with an excessive amount of toilet paper and walked out of their stalls.
"How come none of you guys flushed your toilets?" asked Leomon.
"And have this entire mess spill all over the floor? Doesn't the bathroom stink enough?"
Leomon looked back at the mess he made in the toilet. "Mm, good point. We'd better get going then!"
WarGreymon, WereGarurumon, and ExVeemon left the bathroom without a trace, while Leomon actually bothered to walk over to the sink so he could wash off his hands, and then he left. Lucky Renamon, none of them even managed to spot her in the stall or see part of her tail sticking out from underneath the door. That was the good news.
The bad news was that she was lying on the floor with a dizzy expression on her face and swirls in her eyes, unconscious. Ah well, she should be happy that WarGreymon didn't mistaken her for a toilet. If he had, she probably would've drowned.