Infamous Feline
Stuart let out a muffled shout when he felt nasty fecal matter splash against his face and inside his mouth. she made it very clear that she still had to take a shit.
Cage Cleaner
The smell of her fecal matter and urine was enough to make stuart turn around and fap until he ejaculated into the bushes. but why do that when he can attack the source of his erection head on?
Awakening the Demon
He dug deep into her fur, circling around back and wiping away most of the fecal matter. he wasn't going to get in any trouble if he did a half-assed job. tossing the wipes away, he reached across and grabbed a diaper.
Mad Scientist In His Own Mad Experiment
A big exaggerated smile emerged when that first shot of fecal matter escaped from his sphincter. "what the hell are you doing?" she asked, "what happened in here?"
Star Spots: Chapter 9
She then watched her fecal matter float away. "ah, that's better. now, to get back home." sissy said. when sissy got home, the first thing she noticed was her telephone ringing.
Bound In Beast Flesh -- Unfair Fight
At some point, her left foot kicks through the filth of your corrupted leggings, exposing the bare skin of your groin to cool, damp air, and hot fecal steam. you struggle with the gypsy!
Two for the Price of One
After all the fecal matter was gone, erin exhaled and lowered her tail. she turned around and examined her trainer's cock.
Witchcraft Mishap
The beast did not care about the fecal matter in her pants. "what do we do...!?" said wanda. "we... have to get out of here!" said janine, "before the curse spreads to us!" "will that happen?" said wanda.
We're All Fauna [Scat/WS]
Her ass was done holding onto fecal matter. one final smaller turd laid in her underwear, the big happy family together. rina defecated. it was as mechanical as opening a hatch's lever.
Epiphany
Slowly his rectum expanded to accommodate a ball of fecal matter. it oozed from the males body into a thick rope. it hung and wiggled from the base of the males tail.
A Crappy Day
The little janitor bug (as those damn feminine ladybug guys called him) then started to crawl out of the pile of hot fecal matter.
Kioga 9: Any Storm in Our Ports
Its pungent, fur-prickling stench cloud followed him and tormented him like a malevolent, fecal phantasm.