Chapter 1: Morning Shower
#1 of Messy Weekend
Light began to shine in slits across the bedspread of the dimly lit room. A form rustled under the covers, trying to ignore the intrusion. Suddenly, the ear piercing sound of the morning alarm shattered the form's peaceful dozing. Trent sat up and slapped his paw down on his alarm clock, ending it's high pitched squealing. The otter rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and kicked his legs out of bed, sitting on the edge as he attempted to wake himself up. He stood and stretched, a tired yawn escaped his muzzle as he walked from his bed to his desk and booted up his computer, heading towards the kitchen afterward.
Flicking the lights on in the kitchen, he rumaged through his cupboards and retrieved all the neccessary untensils required for a bowl of cereal. He sat down at the kitchen table and quietly munched his breakfast down, his ottery mind drifting to and fro. This was a special weekend. He had the place all to himself, as his family was out of town for the weekend, and he knew exactly what to do with his time. He finished his breakfast and wandered back over to his computer to begin his daily morning internet habit.
Trent was halfway through reading his emails when his stomach began to gurgle. The young otter blushed softly, he took a deep breath as he felt pressure building within him. He slowly unfastened his shorts, letting his sheathe spill out into his eagerly awaiting paw. A soft churr eminated from the otter's muzzle as he began to stroke his rapidly swelling sheathe, the tapered tip of his swollen ottermeat peaking out from it's soft tan fuzzy home. He pulled the sheathe down his length and gripped it in one paw, pumping his length into his paw slowly. Losing all interest in emails, he digs through his computer to find a folder called "Mess".
After opening the folder, the otter's eyes are glued to the screen as he beats his otterhood over his keyboard, surfing through the images of various furries smearing shit through their fur, jacking off into a pawful of poop, and shitting into each other's muzzles. He blushed hard and moaned loudly, he reminisce over the first time he experimented with coprophilia. He could remember the warmth as it squished through his rumpcheeks, the thick, wet splats as it oozed onto the showerstall floor. He shuddered as his cock ached and throbbed into his paw. He remembered how ashamed he felt, and yet, strangely, his cock began to harden in the shower as shit clodded around the shower drain, with a foot, he smushed the poop down the drain, and cleaned himself off right away. However, the more he thought about it, the more the thought excited him.
The otter snapped back to reality when he felt his bowels gurgle again, he turned red under his chocolate brown fur. He stood up, cock in paw and stroked himself all the way to the bathroom. He turned the water on and disrobed completely, he hopped into the shower and sat at the bottom of the stall, still stroking his length slowly. He could feel the pressure in the pit of his stomach and he reached a paw under his scrotum to gently rub his anus. He relaxed the muscle and pressed his finger into himself, the otter panted softly and wiggled his finger within him as he pawed himself off. The otter began to feel a mass of waste push against his finger. He grunted and removed the digit, cupping his paw under the stretched hole as his sphincter opened and a dark mass lurched it's way out.
The steamy feces coiled into the otter's awaiting paw, he inhaled the acrid odor and moaned loudly. He brought the shit filled paw up to his nostrils and and got a strong whiff, the scent pushing him further and further into the heat of lust. He gave the slimey pile of poop in his paw a tenetive lick, and wrinkled his nose and made a sound of disgust. He was still new to this whole experience, the taste needed to be aquired apparently. He moved his paw down to smear the shit on his engorged erection, staining his red length a dirty brown and causing his tan tummyfur to clump together with sticky waste.
After smearing himself up good, Trent grunted again and returned his paw to his tailhole, more filth began to fill his paw, and suddenly, his cock began to spew forth a stream of gold. The urine soaked his tummy and chestfur as the stream arced up into his muzzle. This taste he was ready for and began to drink from his golden fountain, lapping happily at the piss, he filled his muzzle and swallowed, going back for another mouthful but kept the swill in his muzzle this time, sloshing it around over his tongue. He positioned his cock to spray the remenance of his bladder over his face, chest and tummy, the piss mixing with the smeared feces to create a most pungeant odor, one that excited the otter even further.
With a fresh pawful of shit, he brought it to his aching dirty cock and thrust his tapered tip into the mess, watching the length come through the top of his paw. Clods of dirty scat being pushed out of his paw and plopped onto his tummyfur, the otter inhaled deeply with each breath, getting closer and closer to climax. The otter grunted and pushed again, a juicey fart escaped the hole, along with spattered wet shit that marked the shower wall. Wonderful mucking sounds eminated from his groin as his paw shitjacked his throbbing, hard, shitstained cock. His senses were overloaded with smells, sights and sounds, he brought a messy paw up to his muzzle and licked it again. As foul as the taste was, it was just the thing to send him over the edge and soon his muzzle, chest, tummy and paws were all sticky with otterspunk. Orgasm wracked his body and the otter cried out loudly to nobody in particular.
Trent panted softly and surveyed the course of his actions. A soft smile curled his muzzle upward as he lay in his filth. He stood up into the shower and listened to all the poop chunks drop to the shower basin all at once. The otter giggled to himself and used his toes to maneuver the shit all into one big pile. He put both footpaws into the pile and moaned softly, feeling the shit squelching between his webbed toes was amazing. He returned his paw to his cock and kept stroking, splaying his toes and mucking about in the feces while he beat his ottercock voraciously wanting a second orgasm before he cleaned himself off. He didn't have to wait long as his webbed toes were one of the most sensetive parts of his body, he groaned and lurched forward, his hips bucking into his paw as a weaker cumspray shot over the stall's wall.
It was all he could do to hold himself up, panting heavily down as the water from the shower was washing the filth off of his fur. The water stained brown as it went down the drain. Trent began to clean himself off after recovering from one of the most powerful orgasms in his life. The sight of poop smears all over the bathroom stall cleared his mind a bit as he began to thoroughly clean the stall and himself off, proceeding with his shower as normal and shutting the water off. He stepped out into a bathroom that smelled like watered down shit, piss and semen.
He inhaled and giggled some more, spraying a bit of air freshener into the air, he toweled off and said to himself, "What a great way to start the weekend!"