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The Morning After By: Faction 8-7 (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/faction87) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rebecca wakes up, sort of. Her head aches, the room is still spinning. She wipes the sleep from her half-closed eyes, and brushes a paw through her birdsnest of a hairstyle. The world that comes into focus is alien. She's on the wrong side of her bed... which is somehow pretty big! Her petite hyena frame is taking up very little real estate. Did she shrink? No, of course not. It's just not hers. But who's is it? It doesn't look like a hotel... not a decent one anyway. There were way too many personal effects scattered about. It had to belong to someone. The room was a little messy and disorganized. It wasn't a sty either; Rebecca wasn't exactly innocent in this area herself. She remembers drinking the night before... too much, obviously. She probably just stayed over at a friends place to sleep it off. She felt mildly nauseous, her mind and body caught somewhere in the limbo between hungover and still drunk.

She has to pee. She splashes sleepily in the calamitous sea of sheets and blankets, before making it to her feet. Barely. Steadying herself on the nightstand for a moment, allowing the world to stop spinning, she suddenly notices a rather invasive breeze. She looks down, and.... shes naked! Completely naked. She's slept in her friend's beds before, but what kind of friend would she get naked for?! Uh oh... The low, masculine groan from behind her answered her question, as if she hadn't just figured it out. Reflexively covering herself in shame, she glances around the room for her clothes. They are EVERYWHERE. After some hunting, she locates her underwear: a pair of only-slightly-slutty-boy-shorts, brightly coloured and sporting a playful cartoonish heart on the crotch. She slips them on, trying not to wake the mysterious lump in the bed. Once they are on, a sensible (or maybe still drunk?) part of her brain reminds her: this guy has obviously seen her naked, and likely much more. Modesty was a pointless endeavour.

She shakes her head and scans the small apartment for the bathroom. Its a bachelor apartment, not very big but serviceable for a single person on a budget. The queen-sized bed is tucked away towards the corner of the "main" room. In front of her, next to the front door, is a small kitchen. To her left, just past the foot of the bed, is a door. That must be it. She tiptoes to the door, clumsily navigating the minefield of strewn clothes and empty beer bottles. Several colourful squares catch her attention... condom wrappers! Thank God, at least they used protec... wait SEVERAL?! What happened last night?

She opens the door as quietly as she can, biting her knuckle when it creaks a little. Judging by the décor, its an older building, and certainly hasn't been updated in a while, if ever. She takes a glance back at her currently-anonymous partner. The bump under the sheets is motionless, save for the slow, occasional rise and fall of his deep breathing. A brief moment has her wondering if he is cute or not, before she steps into the bathroom. She isn't completely comfortable with the bathroom's proximity to the bed... but she's only peeing, right? The bathroom's size reflects that theme of the apartment: tiny. There is a shower stall to her immediate left, taking up a good third of the meager floorspace. A pedestal sink is right in front of her, the throne to her right. Due to the arrangement, she figures any male (or talented female) could urinate into the toilet while taking a shower... possibly while also spitting in the sink. She shuts the door as quietly as she can, before frowning at its flimsiness, as well as the unacceptably large gap at the bottom. She was usually fairly modest in most aspects of her life, and her bathroom activities were no exception, despite how trivial they may be. She drops her recently adorned underwear to her ankles and plops herself on the compact toilet. The fixture makes the diminutive hyena feel like a giant... was this a kids toilet or something? Her legs are raised and her knees are bent at a shallow angle; this building went through some extreme measures to save space.

Rebecca relaxes, and starts to release her bladder into the waiting bowl. She starts slow at first, cringing at every drop and splash. How much could he hear? Was it going to wake him up? Who designed this stupid place anyway?! She soon finds her stride, and the stream becomes steady and constant. A small sigh escapes her lips. Quite a few drinks needed to be liberated from her system, and her body was grateful. Her relief was starting to overshadow her reservations, and the stream started getting more intense. Still sleepy, Rebecca propped an elbow on one of her elevated knees, and cradled her seemingly heavy head in her palm. Her eyelids drooped. Her whole body was relaxed now, and she started to nod off. It was too early to be awake, and the cold porcelain was becoming surprisingly comfortable.

Her impromptu nap was interrupted by a curious sound. A moderately loud, squeaking fart erupted from her bottom. She instinctively clenched, abruptly stopping the flow of urine. She shot upright in her seat, adrenaline immediately waking her. She listened, heart pounding and face flush, for any evidence that she awakened her partner. Her ears were greeted with mostly silence, accented only by the faintest street noise and a nearby neighbour's television. Satisfied that she had caused no disruptions, she relaxed her body once again, allowing the flow to continue. She strategically eased out the remainder of her gas as an acceptably quiet fluff, before tumbling off a few sheets of toilet paper. While wiping her nethers, she took notice at how sensitive she felt down there. It must have been a pretty wild night... and for a moment she almost regrets not being able to remember it.

The toilet flushes, and upon standing, Rebecca is hit with another bout of dizziness. Her nausea returns in force, and she leans forward over the small sink with both hands. It doesn't help that her stomach is so full, feeling as though all the food and drink she had consumed the previous evening had somehow doubled in volume. Her gut was visibly bloated, sticking out even more obviously thanks to her normally slender build. She spits a sizable gob into the sink and moans softly, the sound wavering as her weakened muscles struggled to support her. The wave of nausea subsided; her body no longer pushing for the eviction of her stomach's inhabitants. Still, it would be a while before she was ready to wake up and face the day (and her partner). For now, she needed rest. Composing herself as best she could, she stumbles back over the the bed and eases herself back beneath the warm, inviting sheets. Once she is settled, she can hear soft snoring from her counterpart. 'Good.' she thinks. He's out cold.

She rolls on her side, facing away from him, and gently grips her angry gut with both hands, rubbing it to ease the discomfort. It groans noisily in rebuttal, the pressure within beginning to shift. She cringes at the sound and the feeling, but tries her best to ignore it, closing her eyes and attempting to sleep. The fates must be plotting against her desire for slumber, as she is pulled awake yet again. This time, its a quiet yet intrusive buzzing. She recognizes it as a cell phone, and leans over the side of the bed to locate the culprit. She finds it on the floor nearby, and, with more effort and determination than should be required, reaches out and grabs the device. Its her own, and there appears to be a new text message:

"GOOD MORNING GURL lol u were quite teh partier last nigh. how r u feelin this morning haha"

Rebecca rolled onto her back and groaned, covering her eyes with her arm. It was her friend Melissa. And she wasn't in the mood for her snide comments. The new change in position had shifted the contents of her gut somewhat unpleasantly. She was about to reply when another message made its way through: "soooooo how did u sleep? tho i dont imaging u got much sleeping done LOL ;3 and say hi to mike for me will ya" Mike... that name was familiar. She recalled he was a friend of Melissa's, and that they had met a few times before... and that she thought he was pretty cute. He was a wolf, in quite good physical shape, with a fairly relaxed and soft-spoken demeanor. Rebecca couldn't deny that she had a bit of a crush, but would never think of ending up in his bed like this! Blinking several times to clear the sleep from her eyes, she starts tapping out a reply:

"Did I really leave with Mike?"

She glanced over at the snoring heap. She squinted, and from what she saw, she could tell it was him. A confusing combination of shame, intrigue, and excitement washed over her. While she wasn't the type to go home with a guy she barely knows, she could have certainly done much worse. Another buzz signaled a reply from Melissa:

"OMG YES. u couldnt keep ur hands off him! i nvr seen him smile so much b4"

Rebecca smiled weakly to herself, feeling mildly proud of her accomplishment. Maybe this could be the start of something...

Another noisy shift in her stomach flattened her grin, and the follow-up cramps forced a quiet cry out of her. The curious bloating that was ailing her had revealed its true identity: it was gas. And it was BAD. Panicked, and not knowing what to do, she pulls her phone up for some quick advice.

"Mel u have to help... I have to fart SO BAD! What do I do?"

Rebecca was clenching her cheeks now, another *GROAN* noisily announced itself from her bloated belly. Melissa's response was swift.

"LMFAO u r crazy. jus go fart in the bathroom u dumb bitch"

Rebecca wasn't sure of what kind of advice she was expecting. The pressure on her rear was growing exponentially; she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. Her ailing stomach and weary body convinced her that she wouldn't survive another trip the bathroom: they wanted her to stay put. She once again glanced over at the snoring pile of blankets. If she was quiet enough, she could ease them out, and he would be none the wiser. She decided this was the best course of action. She relaxed the tension on her rear, and relieved some of the pressure:

*fffffffffmmmBBBrrrrrrrrrrrrrrsssssssss*

The fart was mostly silent, but rumbled and vibrated quietly towards the middle, causing her to bite her lip and wince. Once she had confirmed Mike was undisturbed, she was free to revel in the pleasure of the release. The pressure had been reduced, but only slightly. Still, to Rebecca, it was ecstasy. She tries her luck a second time:

*pffffft... BRRRRRMMMMPPhhh*

This one was louder, but again, the unconscious Mike seemed unfazed. Rebecca smirked a little to herself, feeling as though she had just gotten away with murder. She wanted to giggle at her foul actions, but was still far too sick to her stomach. She pulled up her phone, giddy:

"OMFG Mel... I just FARTED... in Mike's bed!"

The release in pressure had displaced some of Rebecca' nausea. Though this feeling was being replaced by a feeling of.... excitement? There was something delightfully naughty about being this nasty so close to her recent lover. She watched him for a while as he slept, smiling as she figured he was completely oblivious to the foulness that was going on right next to him. She pondered what he might think, having this attractive girl he hooked up with, farting away in his bed. She giggled at the thought; inadvertently pushing out a few short *brap*'s in the process. She is now hardly ashamed, and rolls over to face away from him. With her butt now pointing at her slumbering victim, she lifts her hips slightly and releases more:

*frrrrrrrrrrppppt*

Another buzz from her phone followed this latest fart:

"ROFL thats disgusting!! oh Rebz u are such a dirrrrrty whore lol"

Rebecca smiled. As if on queue, another rumble made its way south, as if to complement this latest observation from Melissa:

*ffffssss... BLLLAPPPPT*

She clenched once again. This latest outburst was unnervingly wet... the beer had not aged well in her system. Furthermore, her heart froze at what she heard next: shuffling from Mike's side of the bed. Was he awake? Did he hear? Her concerns were further compounded by the smells that followed. His motions had disturbed all the nastiness that was being trapped under the covers. Rebecca nearly gagged at her own creation. But Mike simply settled down, and continued his rhythmic snoring. Rebecca sighed in combined relief: he was still asleep, and her stomach was feeling much better.

She snuggled herself in to the fleecy sheets, preparing to sleep away the remainder of the morning. A paw covered her nose while she discretely waved the edge of the blanket to ventilate the fumes. Her eyes drew closed when another message vibrated her back to consciousness:

"Excuse you. Now, if you are going to keep doing that, would you mind maybe opening a window? ;3"

Rebecca froze in horror when she saw who had sent the message. It was from Mike... There was more shuffling from Mike's side of the bed; he was obviously awake now. And she was obviously busted. She sincerely wondered how long she could just lay there, motionless, pretending to sleep until Mike would leave her in disgust. She thought about burying herself in those tainted sheets, never to see daylight again. Unsatisfied with her options, she slowly turned over towards him. He was facing her, propping his tired head up with one paw, his phone grasped in the other. His eyes were barely open, and he was blinking deliberately in an attempt to clear the sleep from them.

"Good morning." He said weakly. He sniffled slightly, which was followed by a quiet cough. The air around them was still polluted.

"Uhhhm... Hi. I mean, good morning. Did... you sleep OK?" Rebecca nervously tried to ignore the great stinking elephant in the room. Despite her embarrassment, she was still a little turned on by seeing a nude, exhausted, and sex-frazzled Mike laying in bed beside her.

"Not really. But I'll be good to go in a couple of hours. Did you maybe, I dunno, want to grab some breakfast after?" His reply was understandably awkward, given the situation.

"Sure! I guess..." Rebecca was still curious about the extent of her humiliation, and followed up with a question that she immediately regretted asking: "So, h-h-h-ow long, were you um... awake?"

Mike rolled back over with a yawn, settling in for some more rest. He paused, before simply and honestly answering: "Since the toilet flushed."

Rebecca's face grew even more flush, realizing her full performance had indeed had an audience. She rolled over herself, mirroring Mike's actions. Resigning herself to the fact that there was no possible way she could save face now, she forced out a final deliberate *poot*.

"Oh, and Melissa says hi." she mumbled, before drifting off to sleep.

THE END