A Crappy Assignment
A Crappy Assignment
(REMINDER: COLLIN IS 21 AND MIKE IS 22. THEY ARE COLLEGE STUDENTS OLD ENOUGH TO DRINK AND MASTURBATE IN FICTION XD)
It seemed like another boring day at Nevada University for Collin. The red fox at his desk and stared at the board, waiting for his teacher to stop babbling on about stuff he already knew. Regional Sanitation class was pretty dull, but an easy A, so Collin simply took it to fill up his schedule.
"So anyway, it's time I told you about your midterm assignment," said Collin's disgruntled bobcat-professor, Mr. Sanders. Collin's ears perked at the sound of the word "project." The fox scowled, knowing he's have to dedicate at least ten minutes of his usual video game time every day to a boring project. "Now that we're closing out the waste disposal chapter, I...and by "I," I mean the lesson plan... am assigning a PowerPoint Presentation," said Mr. Sanders with a straight face. "You're goal is to research exactly one type of foreign or historic toilet and compare and contrast it with the traditional American toilet."
"I can't believe I have to write a paper on something I take a shit...and sometimes jerk off in," thought Collin to himself, "sounds pretty awesome to me." Collin chuckled a bit at the thought of taking a dump on the toilet while writing a report.
"I can't believe I have to assign a paper on something these goons take a shit...and sometimes jerk off in," thought Mr. Sanders to himself, "sounds like complete goat shit to me."
"Mr. Sanders," asked Collin, "how many 'other' toilets are there?"
"Well, I'm not exactly a...toilet aficionado," stated Mr. Sanders, "but there's the Japanese squat toilet, the...the...um...class is dismissed; you'll find the assignment in your emails."
At the phrase, "class dismissed," the entire class left the room. Most started texting on their smartphones while others smoked cigarettes.
"Hey Collin," said Collin's white rat-friend Mike, "You wanna go to that new desert bar tonight?"
"The one with the absinthe," asked Mike with a smile, "count me in, dude."
That night, Mike picked up Collin outside the dorm hall to go to the bar. On the way there, they both had another conversation.
"What are you going to do about that toilet project," asked Collin.
"I'm just going to look up that anime potty training video on YouTube," said Mike, "you know, the really fucked up one with the tiger and the squat toilet?"
"You wanna see a two-year-old anime tiger cub take a shit?" Collin gave a laugh, "THAT sounds pretty fucked up to me."
"Shut up..." Mike chuckled and gave Collin a punch on the arm, "It's got a talking toilet; you gotta admit that's more fun than doing actual research."
"Better smoke some weed first," said Collin.
"What about you, Collin," said Mike, "don't tell me you're going to do actual research."
"I don't know," said Collin with a laugh, "it sounds fun. I mean, think about it: we used to get spanked when we were kids for making toilet jokes, and now we get to write a report on it!"
"So what toilet..." said Mike trying to stifle his laughter, "are you going to...hehehe...report on?"
"I don't know," said Collin starting to crack up as well, "maybe I'll do a report on German porn stars."
The fox and rat laughed out loud in the car as they arrived at the bar. A big sign saying: "The Oasis," shone brightly in the night sky.
"This is what I call an oasis," said Mike, "now let's get fuckin' wasted!"
Mike and Collin entered the bar and were greeted with a slew of fake palm trees and pink fountains. The bar was buzzing with all sorts of anthros; furries, scalies, even featheries.
"Cute outfits guys," a random white rabbit said walking by the two friends.
Collin and Mike looked at each other with curiosity. Collin was wearing a tight, white tank top and blue jeans while Mike wore a baggy white t-shirt, loose black jeans, and a backwards green and black baseball cap. The two friends shrugged and headed towards the bar and sat down. The bartender was a relatively fat grizzly bear with no shirt on.
"A couple of new guys," said the bear with a smirk, "lemme guess, you want the absinthe, right?"
"Oh yeah," said Mike licking his lips.
"You want some chili with that," asked the bear.
"Chili and absinthe," asked Collin with a confused look.
"The kitchen just made it," said the bear, "it's pretty popular around here."
"Uh...sure," said Collin, "bring on the chili."
The bear brought out a couple of bowls of chili, each with a tall glass of absinthe on the side. Collin wasn't really a fan of chili, but with one simple spoonful, he pretty much fell in love with the recipe.
"Not bad," said Collin.
"Pretty damn good," said Mike finishing off his bowl, "and the absinthe's pretty good too. Both Mike and Collin ate a couple more bowls of chili and a little more absinthe. Being 130 proof, the absinthe had a pretty strong effect on the furries. They weren't completely drunk, but they were a lot more relaxed, and they felt like they could do things they wouldn't do before drinking the absinthe. One could say they were "tipsy."
A couple of hours later, Mike and Collin were sitting on a two-person couch in the lounge waiting for the alcohol to wear off. "Isn't that a nice fountain," asked fx still feeling a bit tipsy.
"It's pretty damn sexy," said rt jokingly, "I'd fuck it." The fountain had multiple spouts that shot soft jets of water. The fountain wasn't plugged in all the way, so the water made more of a trickling sound than a rushing one.
"You have to pee yet," said Collin , "that fountain sounds like it."
"Do I look like Wakko Warner," asked Mike chuckling to himself, "remember that episode? I think it was called...wait, did you hear that?"
"No, I think it was called...Emergency...Potty...911..." said Collin.
"No, I mean...did you hear THAT?"
Collin noticed a strong cabbage-like smell in the air and looked at Mike, who was sporting a large grin on his face. Collin started laughing hard and plugged his nose. "You had to have four bowls, didn't you?" Collin wasn't aware of it, but he had some gas of his own to release.
"You had four bowls too dude," Said Mike before spreading his legs and wafting his backwind towards Collin.
"Oh boy..." said Collin feeling a grumble in his gut. The bubble of flatulence was far too big to hold back, so Collin had no choice but to lift his leg and break wind. The fart was extremely deep and made a loud flapping noise. The resulting odor was very beefy too.
"Haha," laughed Mike plugging his nose, "I'm usually the one who farts; you're pretty good, foxy."
"Yeah, speaking of which," said Collin feeling relieved from the release, "remember when you used my bathroom last week?"
"Yeah?"
"Well I can still smell your rat-farts, so consider this as payback, hehe."
"Is that a challenge?"
"Wanna rumble, rat butt?"
"You bet," Mike leaned to his side and faced the seat of his pants towards Collin, "get a whiff of this." Mike pushed considerably before a thick burst of gas slid right out of his bottom. Mike was always a bit of a punk, so flatulence pretty much came naturally to him. Tonight, however, he was gassier than ever.
Collin leaned to his side as well and hiked his leg up high before a fresh wave of fox gas shot out of his rectum with force. It slapped his buttocks on the way out and the smell went unfiltered through his jeans. Mike simply had to take one whiff before waving the air and plugging his nose. The white rat was about to fart again when he noticed a strange sensation when he pushed. Mike sat back down and crossed his legs.
"Giving up so soon," asked Mike.
"I think I gotta take that pee you mentioned," said Mike with a bladder full of alcohol and water.
"Now that you mention it," Collin said placing his hands between his clenched legs, "I
gotta take a leak too."
Collin and Mike got up from the couch and hastily made their way to the restrooms. They tried their best to play it cool and not grab their crotches but ended up sweating in desperation instead.
"I hope these bathrooms are clean," grunted Collin shifting uncomfortably in place.
"Whatever, as long as they..." Mike said before laying his eyes on the last thing he wanted to see, a long line in front of the bathroom. "FUCK!" shouted Mike with his hands between his legs.
"Shit; I think I'm gonna wet myself," whined Collin.
"I've got an idea, come on," said Mike leading Collin towards the other side of the club. Fortunately, there was another bathroom in the bar. However, the sign didn't say the phrase "mens room." The door said: "Male Delux Room."
The bar wanted a more unique sexual appeal, so they put in two more bathrooms where anthros with bathroom fetishes could sit down and let loose with no walls or doors. The bathroom was relatively new and hadn't commercially opened yet, so there wasn't that big of a line. Mike and Collin weren't totally going to the bathroom in public, but the alcohol made them mellower to the notion.
Inside the bathroom, several toilets were lined up along the walls, open for anyone to see. But these toilets were far different from any others. These toilets were essentially giant blue foam lounge chairs attached to the wall with only a seat and arm rests sticking out. Upon closer examination, there were bubbles coming out of the water.
"What the fuck," said Mike, "these look like boiling water genital torture devices."
"It's lukewarm," said a voice entering the room, "and the bubbles are just air jets to help you relax. The voice came from a thick, black draft stallion named Jack.
"That's cool," Collin said before a small leak of pee reminded him of his bladder trouble, "Oh man, I got to go" Collin and Mike didn't exactly have time to zip down their flies and pull out their dicks, so they just pulled their pants down and went.
Collin didn't hold anything back; the red fox's dick let loose a thick stream of strong-smelling and bright urine. The urine poured heavily into the bowl, making a forceful flowing noise. Collin panted in relaxation in between heavy sighs; he had been holding his piss in for a while.
Mike held nothing back either. The white rat spread his legs and let his large dick fall into the bowl. A jet of lightly yellow urine pierced the water, creating a foam on the already bubbling surface. Mike sighed heavily in relief, almost yelling out loud.
"Glad you're both getting the hang of this," said Jack before taking a seat directly to the left of Mike. The stallion's enormous butt cheeks dwarfed the toilet seat and practically hung over the round edges of the seat. Realizing he couldn't fit his fat horse cock into the bowl while seated, Jack rose his ass off the seat and opted for a squatting position. His cock hung down enough to almost touch the surface of the water. His stream of urine was by far the thickest in the room, as it sounded like a bursting dam. The horse gave a soft sigh as he urinated, synchronizing his stream with Mike and Collin's.
"Wow...you're...hung..." said Mike still feeling the effects of the alcohol.
"Heh, thanks buddy," said the stallion standing a bit more to give the rat a better view of his meat.
"Do we have a pissing contest going on here," a gruff voice said entering the room, "You mind if I join?" The voice belonged to a burly lion named Darren. The lion was already unzipping his navy blue jeans as he approached another bubbling toilet.
"Ahhh...you know anything about these johns," Mike asked after sighing again.
"Well," began Darren unzipping his pants and whipping out his dick, "The bar's owner put these here to help people relax and overcome pee shyness." The lion aimed his meat at the toilet and flushed a rocketing torrent of powerful urine out of his system. "I heard the New York Times say that pee-shyness was a big problem in bars. The bubbles relax people who are shy peeing."
Ironically, the need to defecate hit both Mike and Collin as Darren discussed piss. A thick log stretched Collin's anus and smeared a good amount of poo on his soft, slightly chubby fox cheeks. As it plopped into the water, Collin felt a little splashback, which wasn't too much of a bother since the water was warm. This was followed by a few crisp farts that scattered loosely collected bits of fecal matter in the water.
Mike also had to poop, but his bowel movement started more glassily. Around eight moist farts escaped the rat's white, plump bottom with maybe a small shit pebble or two escaping. The shit finally reached the rat's anus, and Mike loosened up to allow a pudding-esque wave of dung flow freely into the bubbling water. "Ahhh..." sighed Mike reaching his hands behind his head and relaxing into the seat.
The stink building up in the bathroom was enough to make Jack wave a hoof in front of his nose. Of course, he soon had the same urge to defecate as Mike and Collin. The horse finished up his piss and took a heavy seat on the toilet, his fat cheeks once again coating and warming the seat. The black stallion barely had to push before a few short but thick logs of dung forcefully plopped into the bubbling water. The splashback from all the short, heavy turds pretty much waterlogged his equine rump. This stimulation reached his anus, causing him to get erect.
"Come on guys," Darren said jokingly as he removed his pants, showing his large jiggly bottom to the three poopers, "You gotta invite the D-man to a poop-fest." Darren quickly took a comfy seat on the unusual john, resting his arms on the armrests and leaning back. The beefy lion closed his eyes and sighed before a fat loaf of poo stretched out his anus and messed his cheeks on the way out. The log plopped into the toilet with an extremely loud splash. This was followed up with a juicy fart loud enough to make the other three poopers look to the side. "Pardon," said Darren jokingly.
As the bubbles raged on, the four anthros continued to drop trou and pass gas harmonically. The mixed odors of fox, rat, horse, and lion excrement and gas was overpowering beyond belief. It actually sort of combines with the alcohol's effects and caused Mike and Collin to grow erections.
"Ain't it fun," asked Jack dropping another nasty fart, "keep it up and work up your best poop."
Collin immediately continued the poop-fest with a stream of painless hot diarrhea that gushed into the bowl like a hose in a swimming pool. The sound was like chum pouring into a shark tank, and the smell was even worse. The fox's waste had a touch of skunk-spray in the scent palate. Collin soon felt a little blockage and spread out his cheeks with his paws. This allowed a nice, thick poop to squeeze out, tickling the vulpine's crack on the way out. Collin shuddered in relief and became even harder.
Mike, in the meantime, was plopping out fairly short sized logs at a rapid rate, making a fast succession of plops in the lukewarm, bubbly water. The white rat's rotund buttocks wobbled as a flatulent burst of dung was evacuated from his anus. The farts were consistently smelly and rather cheesy as well. At that point, the sounds and smells in the restroom drove Mike's rat hormones wild. His dick was rock hard and leaking pre.
"Hey D-man," said the Jack noticing the college students' boners, "why don't we tease them a bit?"
"Good idea," said Darren before allowing a big, rippling shart to shake his wiggly bottom. The stallion lifted his leg and flexed his bottom, sending the fresh aroma of horse manure skyrocketing into the room's air.
Darren decided to tease the tipsy students by flexing his muscles and dropping several turds in slow, steady succession. The big lion's farts were juicy, thick, and jiggly. His stretchy anus shaped in all sorts of sizes to accompany his gas and dumps. Mike and Collin were already starting to leak pre at that point.
"Dude..."said Mike before starting to stroke his meat, "best...report...EVER!"
"You can say that again," said Collin swiftly stroking his member as he continued to fart messily into the unique, bubbling toilet. The fox and rat beat faster and faster, breathing in the smells of the bathroom's waste and male musk. The sounds of the soft bubbles in the water, the juicy farts erupting from all four bubble butts, and the various plops were hypnotic. Plus, Darren and Jack were hot as hell.
With a couple more plops of dung, Collin and Mike's cum spurted out in high levels, sending hot bursts of cream into the air and back into the toilet bowls. Darren and Jack fist-pounded each other, satisfied in making another couple of tipsy guys cum heavily.
"That was amazing," said Mike reaching for some toilet paper to clean his funky, punk butt. He swabbed his dirty ass a few times and threw the paper in the toilet.
"I call dibs on doing my report on these toilets," said Collin also giving his squishy, slippery buttocks a good swabbing.
Mike scowled as he got off the toilet and flushed; it looked like he was still going to have to watch the anime vid. "Thanks guys," said Mike as Collin pulled up his pants, "it was...fun."
"Come back any time," said Jack giving his bottom a wiping with a thick wad of toilet paper.
"You're gonna need a lot more than that, horsey," said Darren laughing as he cleaned up his stained butt crack with a few sheets of toilet paper.
After exiting the bathroom, Mike pondered how Collin should do his assignment. "I'm sure Mr. Sanders would love to hear this story."
"Yeah," said Collin, "I might not include the ejaculating part though...you can put it in your project, haha."
Mike playfully punched Collin back and the two headed out of the bathroom.
Was the project A+ material? Does Mr. Sanders visiting The Oasis answer that?