It was just a normal day in Elrike’s home. Birds were chirping in the 400-hectare garden, the second-floor balcony side hot-tub bubbled away awaiting users, and throughout the massive mansion servants were completing their daily tasks, subtly and silently as trained.
Just 13 years prior, the now budding teen doe had the incredible luck of being born the descendent of old money in a new world. The 19th century German estate she called ‘home’ felt too grand for such a humble word. The dozens of bedrooms, dining rooms, theatre rooms, music rooms and the like were all linked by luxuriously decorated arched ceiling hallways, and had walls adorned with priceless paintings. The crystal chandeliers hanging above every sitting room were real crystal, the Columbian coffee beans stocked in their tea rooms were genuine Columbian, and the silverware so neatly placed by their servants were platinum, because silver just wasn’t a good enough investment choice.
Sometimes, Elrike thought it was too much. Her desire to reject stuffy excesses made the home feel like a guilty burden, she swore there were parts of the estate she still hadn’t seen in her 13 years and more than likely didn’t need. A simple trip to the store required a kilometer long trek through the grand hallway and a pompous opening of the front gates, where a servant was always staffed to offer a limousine ride. It was simply too much, and this generous slice of heaven on Earth felt unfair in such a cold world.
Sometimes, however, Elrike couldn’t help but indulge. The 3rd floor theatre room was the perfect place to hide from her parents, watch gruesome movies on a 10-meter-wide HD screen, have servants bring her all the junk food she could physically stomach, pass out, and repeat the process when she woke up. Much like what she did after school today.
She had just finished watching the 2nd Resident Evil movie (after watching the first of course) and her stomach was bloated with gourmet popcorn and little plates of charcuterie that the servants surprised her with (they know exactly what she likes, they’re so cool for it). She was more than ready to head back to her room to lay down on a real bed and let the days’ activities digest. Though if she was paying better attention, she would’ve felt all the bubbles and churning of digestion already underway.
Elrike thanked the servants and made her way to her room on the second floor. She descended the grand staircase at a rambunctious speed that disrupted the estate’s air of sophistication, an action not done innocently of course. She made sure to stick the final landing with a great jump.
PPPPRRRRPPT!
…O-oops.
Perhaps that jump was too great. On impact, her scut tail flailed up and all the bubbles impatiently waiting in her rump made the escape with a rude smack. Well, no big deal. Hell…that felt kinda go— “Excuse me young lady?!”
Ah shit. She knew that exaggerated, forced offended voice all too well…it was her mother. Even under better circumstances, it was always jarring to run into her parents in such a massive house outside of dining hours. Elrike sighed as she heard the clacking of expensive wedge heeled shoes approach. 
“I knew it was you making all that awful noise on the stairs!” Her mother’s yellow eyes glared at her through a face of ‘natural’ makeup. Even on days off from her photo shoots, she still had her stylist fix her hair and face, and wore designer loungewear that hugged her hourglass figure. Her vanity was nauseating to Elrike, though perhaps not as stomach churning as the realization that she was growing up to resemble her so closely.
“It’s fine mom, no one’s here.” Elrike’s matching eyes nearly rolled to the back of her skull. It always seemed like her mother only cared about keeping the peace to look good in front of guests or TV cameras. So fake…
“No, it is not fine! What you just did was completely inappropriate!” A scowl fell upon her mother’s pretty face. “I should kick you out just for the smell, donnerwetter!” She fanned the air.
“It’s not my fault you came here to smell it!” Elrike retorted with a burning blush, also fanning the air behind her. “Why do you even care, nobody’s here!”
Her mother narrowed her eyes and grabbed Elrike by the floppy ear. “Come, with me.” 
“Ow, ow, what the hell?!” Elrike was pulled along into a spice pantry, the closest thing to a small intimate space in the entire complex. “What was that for?!” She rubbed her ailing ear while her mother shut the door.
“Listen to me,” Her mother brought her stern face uncomfortably close to Elrike’s. “We are never alone in this house, never!”
“Jeez, Ok—”
“Quiet! Our servants are trained to be polite to our faces, but deep down they have their own opinions, their own judgements. And when they’re amongst themselves, when they’re outside this house, when they’re with the media, they talk.” 
Elrike’s stomach dropped. The idea that all her taboo and nerdy habits that she displayed so casually in front of their servants were being dissected amongst themselves, never mind the outside world, was horrifying. But, her servants are cool…they’d never do that, right? And it’s not like she ever did something illegal. “But…I didn’t do anything that bad.”
“Oh, it’s never ‘that bad.’ A little rude gesture, an ignorant joke, an angry look on your face after a bad day…” Decades of memories and media training rolled through her mother’s head. “And the next day it’s a scandal, commentators disparaging you and your family, angry fans insulting you on the street, and the paparazzi prying for every detail of your life.”
“Even for a…” Her voice hesitated before the next word. “Fart? I-I mean, my friends at school heard me fart before and they didn’t go to the news or anything.”
“Yes Elrike, especially for such disgusting acts like that. Remember, we’re not just well known, we’re also upper class. We can’t be rude or arrogant enough to do that out in the open. People already don’t like us for what we have, I bet your friends are jealous you come home to a place like this every day. The cameras won’t listen to children, but your friends talk too, everyone does. They’re all looking for reasons to tear us down, ruin our reputations, make us seem like evil creatures who don’t deserve our blessings.”
“…Ok.” Elrike tried to tell herself this was stupid, this was just an overreaction for a fart of all things. Yet, she found herself growing numb and her voice harder to channel.
“Look liebchen,” Her mother laid a sympathetic hand on her shoulder, some of that bitterness leaving her tone. “I don’t mean to scare you, but this is reality for people like us. I don’t want you to go through the hell I did in my younger years, all those horrible stories nearly drove me insane.”
“I know…” Elrike’s eyes gained an uncharacteristically defeated look before she faced the floor. That’s the exact reason why she avoided digging into her mother’s socialite past. The brutal slander stories and the public meltdowns induced in someone so close to her would be too painful to see. And overreacting as she may be, her mother was only trying to protect her from the same. “Sorry about the…you know, earlier.”
“Just don’t let it happen again. And I think it would do you some good to change your diet so ‘you know’ doesn’t so often. The laundry servants told me they keep having to throw out your underwear because of certain ‘marks’…I know this isn’t your first time having such an incident.”
Oh god, oh god. They do talk about her, to her own mother. That’s worse than the media. “O-Ok.”
“Try not to stress over it too much dear, you’re right that no one else was around this time. Have the servants prepare you a mineral bath and some chamomile tea to relax for the evening.” 
Her mother opened the door to the stuffy room and left Elrike on that recommendation. But Elrike instead chose to go to her room, she couldn’t face a servant right now. In fact, she couldn’t face anyone.
It really was stupid. It was just a fart, something all the cubs her age and dumb boys of any age laughed at, no big deal. It couldn’t possibly ruin her life. But while lying in bed, the thought wouldn’t leave her mind. 
Despite the rough and tumble tomboy mask she put on every time she left the house, Elrike always had the deep-seated fear of social ostracization. Her mother was right, she didn’t exactly fit into her social circles as is, a fact she was already painfully aware of. Her wealthy background, having a mom always in the spotlight, a dad always in business news, being a grunge girl in a pink girl’s world, she knew she was always, always, just a hair away from coming off as an out of touch freak. Every social interaction felt like a fight to be normal, to just be accepted as another friend without someone acknowledging her family or her gender or her gawky interests like as a negative, alienating factor. Add some stupid fart drama and her life would be essentially over. She can’t let this ever happen again…she won’t let this ever happen again. 
* * *
Four days later and thank God it’s Friday. That little interaction with her mother lingered in her head all week, school was already stressful enough, she swore she could cheer when the final bell rang. On Fridays students were always let out early and she was looking forward to spending the rest of the day gaming with her best friend, the only person she could (mostly) be herself around…right after she went to pee first.
As the end of every Friday, the hallways were crowded with excited students ready to start the weekend. The girls’ bathroom was much the same, plenty of gossiping chatter from those who used it as an exclusive club, mirrors filled with dainty adolescent faces checking their hair and various fluffy features, while many stalls were occupied by those using the room for its actual purpose. Elrike was lucky to capture the last empty toilet, the pressure in her bladder was more annoying than it was urgent, but regardless she didn’t want to keep her friend waiting.
Stall door locked, Elrike promptly pulled down her bottom wear and lowered her bare rump onto the toilet seat. Ooh, it’s chilly…
Psssssssssssss…
A thick stream hissed away underneath her. She sighed, practically melting into the seat. She didn’t think she had to go that bad…o-oh. A sour feeling churned underneath her stomach. Her navel dipped and her stream faltered, she hadn’t moved her bowels since the talk with her mother and her colon had been nagging her all week for it. 
“Mmfh…” Elrike winced, the feminine hiss of her stream grew throatier as she drew her thighs together. She felt bubbles of pressure shift lower and lower through her intestines until they pressed against her exit. Oh no…she was gonna fart. “Nng.” She clenched, bringing her urine stream to a sloppy pause. Ooh, her urethra and her tailhole winked against their respective pressures. Ticklish dribbles of pee traced down her labia to the insides of her butt, teasing her sphincter to push. She bit her lip, urgently shifting in her seat. Her stomach bubbled and her tail strained upwards, while her anus bulged just a bit further out on each pulse. 
She can’t hold it…she grew numb hearing all the voices beyond her stall. So many schoolmates would hear, and god forbid smell how gross her butt is…the mocking would never end, the rumors would never end, no one would dare be seen next to her…and then the next day her family’s name is smeared all over the news—oh god it’s coming!
Pbbbbffffffffffffssssssssssttt…
“Ah…” She sighed, her face blazing red as her stream sputtered back to life. The lightening quick decision to lean over and spread her rump turned that buzz of gas into a silent whisper. Oh…that felt so much better. The heavy weight in her colon remained, but her insides were satisfied for now. And even better, her reputation remained untainted…for now. Whew…she huffed pushing those final squirts of pee, her tail flickering as her hole twitched in tandem. She took a pull of toilet paper to wipe herself, making sure to get the trickles that rolled down her rump. That blush came back up to her face as she pulled up her panties. They had an obnoxious pink polkadot print, with a thin, dainty fabric that felt too exposing as they hugged her svelt curves. If the servants keep having to throw out her underwear she wished they’d buy her some better ones…
Pants up, door unlocked, hands washed, and she left the bathroom like nothing ever happened. She sped through the hallways as if trying to outrun her gastrointestinal sins, it wasn’t until she stepped outside did she allow herself to breathe. Ah yes, freedom. The weekend had officially started. 
Elrike barely had to search before she spotted her friend towering above the crowd of students milling about. His forehead would touch the heavens were it not for the messy mass of long blonde hair that kept it covered. She smiled. “Yo!” That would be her sole warning for the big lion before she ran into him at full speed for a hug.
“Hey!” Leonhard stumbled upon impact. Despite being 3-years his junior and nearly half his size, the feisty Elrike could pack quite a punch. “You dick.” He chuckled, hugging back. “What took you so long dude?”
Elrike flushed recalling the past 5 minutes. “Oh c’mon, that wasn’t that long!” Leonhard raised an eyebrow in tandem with a smirk. He must’ve noticed the blush on her face. “Huh? What’s so funny?” She puffed out her chest and bumped into her.
“Nothing…c’mon let’s go. You had me waiting out here long enough.”
“Shut uuuuup, it was only 5 minutes!”
Leonhard’s house was quite a ways from their school, taking either a 20 minute bus ride or a 40 minute walk through quiet residential neighborhoods. But after spending so many hours trapped in an educational prison, they typically made the decision to take advantage of nice days like this and made the journey on foot. 
Normally such a long walk isn’t too difficult when powered with youthful energy, but today Elrike was feeling a struggle. All that movement churned the contents of her packed bowels, the bloat was getting hard to hold…
“God, I have like 5 book reports due by Monday.” Grumbled Leonhard halfway into their walk. “10th grade is so ass dude, can’t wait for you to suffer like I do.”
“H-hah…that sucks.” If only he knew she already was suffering. A mild cramp in her colon pressed a gas bubble right against her exit and made her tail pop upwards.
“You alright?” 
“What? Y-yeah, I’m fine.” Elrike felt herself turning red. Damn her mom’s sensitive skin genes, damnit!
“It’s like you’ve been half asleep or something.”
“I’m just tired…” Ooh, that trapped air felt so warm in her rump. Focusing on keeping it in her quivering ring made her words hesitate. “Just cause I’m in 7th grade doesn’t mean I don’t work hard too.”
“You sure you don’t wanna go home and nap instead?”
“No, I’m fine!” Elrike shuddered, no way was a fart gonna ruin her Friday. “And you know your house is more relaxing anyway.”
“Yeah…true.” Leonhard nodded along in thought, most likely considering the very few, very monitored visits he made to that mansion. All the money in the world couldn’t make that cavernous place feel cozy. “Anyway…I’ve been thinking about asking out this girl in my history class…”
As Leonhard went on Elrike winced, the pressure in her guts kept on building to a sharp crescendo. Ugh, she sucked in her stomach and strained her inner muscles to keep it in, but it was unbearable. She could barely keep walking at this rate...maybe she could let it out quietly. 
“Mmf…” Soft grunts of effort escaped Elrike’s throat as she tried to tease that gas out midstride. On even the lightest bump of her sphincter, all that fetid air felt too eager to jump out her hole. She slowed her pace ever so slightly and opened up her legs a bit more. “Mmfh…” Ugh, she could feel her ring really bulge out. God there must be so much gas inside…god she’s so gross. Her shoulders tensed holding that stubborn bubble in place, she just needed a tiny bit more pressure—
“You sure you’re alright?” Leonhard stopped.
“Huh?” Elrike flinched and came to a stop with him. Oh fuck. A massive, bitter pain descended on her colon, and she clenched for dear life as it shoved on her hole. “W-what happened?” She asked, angling herself to hide her spasming tail. 
Leonhard’s brow furrowed with concern. “You’re walking slow and making weird noises.”
“What noises?” Oh god, it’s getting intense. She can’t hold it. Please walk, please walk, please walk.
“It’s little things like—”
Grrrrrrrrrrr…
“O-ooh.” A loud growl emanated from Elrike’s stomach just as she reached her limit. That gas breached her tailhole with a gentle plat-plat-plat that grew mercifully silent as she unclenched. “U-uh.” Holy crap, almost literally. That quiet stream of hot air felt incredible, like all those sharp cramps were just pouring out of her with a warm glow. It was enough to distract her from how greasy it felt filling the space of her panties.
Leonhard chuckled, breaking Elrike out of her bliss. Her body went stiff with horror. As she made eye contact with him, she was still farting. “U-uh…”
“Damn dude, you coulda just said you were hungry.” The innocently unaware Leonhard sounded impressed by her stomach’s voracity.
Ah, yes, hungry. “H-heh.” Elrike let out a sigh as that gas flow finally came to a quiet, dryer end. Her little tail flickered behind her in a feeble attempt to fan it away. “I’m not a little bitch Leonhard, I’ll be fine.”
Mrrrrrrup… 
With that pressure gone, the contents of her colon shifted with a satisfied moan. The confidence from that last statement was nowhere to be found in Elrike’s wide-eyed, pink face. And even worse, an absolutely putrid sulfuric scent burned her nose.
“Jesus,” Leonhard laughed. “Let’s keep going before you die out here.” Leonhard thankfully started walking before that awful could reach his nose.
“You’re worse than my mom.” Elrike mumbled in faux exasperation. In reality, nothing could be worse than her mother.
Leonhard kept his presumed exhausted and starving friend in mind and moved at a slower pace for the rest of their walk. Elrike was deathly afraid to let out even another squeak, instead bearing with the growing pressure and rolling cramps. By the time Leonhard’s apartment building came into view, it was like she stood at the gates of heaven itself.
Strange how she always got that (metaphoric) feeling of relief every time she came by. A humble, squat, 3 story rectangle that looked just as dingy on the inside as it did on the outside. Elrike’s estate dwarfed the building many times over and was far more meticulously decorated and maintained. And perhaps, that’s why it felt so calming. No eerie emptiness of the grand hall, no servants suffocating her about every need. Life here was simple, life here was fair. And particularly in Leonhard’s 2nd floor apartment, life was freeing for once too.
“Where’s your mom and dad?” Elrike asked. The apartment was quiet upon entering. Any sudden, rude, noises would be very apparent.
“At work.” Leonhard threw his backpack to the floor and flopped on the couch with a sigh. “There’s no one to bitch at me…maybe I’ll drink a Feierabendbier.”
“If you get drunk, I’m out of here before they get back.” Elrike followed his lead and tossed her backpack to the cheaply carpeted floor—an act that would’ve been criminal in her household—and plopped herself next to him. “Fuck.” She rasped, her whole-body seizing. A sharp pressure stabbed her colon in all directions while hot air shoved hard on her ring. She squeezed her thighs together to keep it all in. 
Grrrrrrrrrrr… Her stomach let out an angry growl, as if she wasn’t embarrassed enough.
“Oh,” Leonhard leaned up with a chuckle. “I forgot you were hungry.”
“God, what are you, my mom?” She forced a disgusted smile, trying hard not to twitch.
“Nah, I’m not hot enough to be her.” Leonhard stood up and stretched.
“Ewww, don’t be a perv!” She reached for a throw pillow, which seemed quite appropriate to throw at the horny lion, but her body protested. That gas bubble bulged her tailhole as she leaned over, threatening to burst right out. She flinched, quickly flopping back on her rump, and clutching her knees through the pressure. Thank god Leonhard was turned away.
Mrrrrrrrrr…
“Alriiiiiiight I’m going!” Leonhard took the angry belly sounds as a command to the kitchen.
“Stop listening to my stomach weirdo!” She flustered, half genuinely begging. Elrike took the opportunity to hunch over and cradle her ailing midsection, she felt like a balloon ready to pop. She really didn’t need to eat right now. “What are you even getting me?”
“I got some left-over pizza in the fridge.” He called out from the kitchen.
Oh god no, that’s the most gas inducing food on the planet! “Eugh, I don’t want your leftovers!” She rocked side to side, kneading that pressure back and forth in her colon.
“Oh come on, it’s only one day old! You want some fancy caviar or lobster eyelids instead?”
Oof, that made Elrike go still. She probably sounded really stuck up just then. B-but, Leonhard wouldn’t think of her that way…right? “Nah, I’m just being a little bitch, pizza’s fine.”
“Hah, I knew you’d want it.”
Elrike heard the refrigerator door close and then the beep of the microwave. Her fate was sealed. Oh god, how was she gonna manage that on top of her current stomach issues? Fuck, she grit her teeth, her belly was getting talkative again. She shifted her position to lean some weight off the sour spot in her colon. Dammit, why did she have to be so gross?! She bet normal people don’t have to fart this much. She's already a freak, she can’t afford to be this damn nasty too!
Ooh, she tensed as her hole twitched. She'd only been there for 3 minutes, and she usually spends 3 hours or so at Leonhard’s house. She won’t make it that long…she heard the hum of the microwave still droning on in the background. Maybe…maybe she could let some air out while Leonhard’s gone…but will it be loud? From how much it pushed on her rump, it just might be. Oh god, what if it stinks? Ugh, it definitely will, she’s so fucking gross…maybe it’ll waft away by the time the pizza’s done? How long has it been? How long does it take to microwave pizza? Jesus, she’s so damn privileged she doesn’t even know how long it takes to use a microwave. Better not to risk it…but, what if the couch cushions absorb it? Could that work? 
Keeping a hand on her lower waist, she carefully twisted and grinded her butt into the couch. The cushion pressing in between her cheeks was the only thing that kept her tailhole from blasting right open. She scowled, feeling her panties wedging deep into her crack. That was disgusting enough itself, but then those nauseating words of her mother rang in her ears…her skid marked panties. If her guts weren’t ballooned to high heaven her stomach might’ve dropped in horror. What if that happens here? What if she pushes too hard and it stains more than just her panties? 
Oh fuck, Leonhard would think she’s some freak. He’d promptly kick her out and tell every soul he knew. He’s popular among the older students, and rumors from the older students are popular among all students. The laughter, the comments, the speculation, first only at school but next all over the news, it made her dizzy…why couldn’t she—
Beep, beep, beep!
Shit, the pizza’s done. “Alright Elrike, your commoner slop’s ready.” Leonhard announced.
“O-oh boy.” Elrike unlatched herself from the cushion and sat up in a more casual position. Though her panties remained a nagging presence in her clenched rump. 
“Sorry I don’t have any gourmet parmesan for you,” Leonard returned with a plate of two plain cheese pizza slices, and placed it on the coffee table before her. The steam wafted ominously against her face. “Hope it’s still edible enough.”
“Heh…thanks.” Elrike’s attempted smile came off as crooked. The pizza smelled good, as pizza always did. Not even someone from her upbringing could refuse pizza, but this time her stomach begged her to.
“Huh, what’s wrong?” Leonhard’s blue eyes scanned her face as he took a seat next to her.
“Nothing, I’m fine.” Elrike wasn’t a good liar. Her cheeks were stained red with shame, while her normally bold voice trembled with nerves. The low bubbly growl of her midsection didn’t help her case either. 
“You know I’m just kidding right? I know you’re not some rich asshole, just a regular one.”
Elrike snickered, his comforting smile was contagious. She’s stressing over this too much... “Heh, and you’re a bigger one.” Still, she felt some hesitation reaching for a slice. Ugh, dammit, this is what normal people do. They eat pizza and hold in their farts. She needs to stop being a pussy and pick it up… “Ow!” She did not expect it to be that hot.
“Well yeah dude, it just came out of the microwave.” Leonhard chuckled as he got back up.
“Pfffft, I knew that, you think I’m stupid?” Dammit, maybe she should get a microwave for her room just to practice…
“Only sometimes.” The lion kneeled before the TV stand, where a Playstation 2 was plugged in the second row. It was the newest console he had, Elrike on the other hand had all of the newest systems hooked up in her room, all of them pre-ordered on the day they were announced. She’d love to play them with Leonhard, but they both seemed to silently agree he’d hate such a tense, controlled environment, as would any person really. Another reason why she’s such an outcast… “What do you want to play?”
Ooh! Elrike felt such a flash of excitement she had to clench to keep in eager toots. “WWE!” Yes, she’s been looking forward to gaming all day. This will be the perfect distraction from her inner turmoil, she didn’t even notice how twitchy her hooves were holding back that fart.
“Heh, I should’ve known.” Leonhard inserted the game they always started with on 90% of their afterschool hangouts and retrieved the controllers. “You wanna finish that pizza before we start?”
Oh. “Uh…yeah I guess.” Dammit…she looked down at that foreboding, greasy slice. The steam rising from it had calmed, she cautiously picked it up and found it comfortable enough to hold, and thus comfortable enough to eat. She felt the bubbles in her stomach shift, probably as nervous as she was.
“What? You afraid of it or something?”
Elrike rolled her eyes, forcing an annoyed smirk through her blush. “Get off my dick, it’s still kinda hot!” Feeling the claws of anxiety start to sink into her throat, she stuffed her mouth with an extremely generous first bite and took ravenous chews. She’s not afraid of pizza, it’s not ‘beneath’ her, nothing bad’s gonna happen. She swore it all to herself and anyone listening in her head.
“Jesus dude, you’re gonna choke!” Leonhard pat her shoulder as if she were a malfunctioning computer. “It’s gonna take me a while to set it up, take your time.” In response, Elrike shot him a determined glare and took another big bite, half the slice already gone. The lion sighed and turned back to setting up the TV. “Sometimes I really do feel your mother…”
Elrike managed not to gag after that comment and finished the slice at a speed that rivaled even the most inebriated college students. “Fuck yeah…” She sighed. The pizza was actually pretty good, it always was, but it was not as good as the satisfaction of finishing it. Yes, she did it! She’s not a freak! She didn’t explode! 
“Dude, please don’t fucking kill yourself eating the second one.”
Second one? Elrike looked down and was reminded that the first slice had an evil doppelganger. Shit. “I’ll do what I damn well please.” As she picked up the second slice, she considered that dying might be the easier alternative. But she’s tough…she doesn’t take the easy alternative. Taking a slower pace, that second slice too was eventually conquered. “Fuck…” She leaned back on the couch with a sigh, it didn’t feel so satisfying this time. She felt a rising soreness in her stomach. All the bloating, all the restless remainers from breakfast struggled to reorient around the new weight. 
“Hey, look at that, you lived!” 
“Unfortunately.” Elrike tensed leaning back up, feeling those gas bubbles shift downward. She mentally cursed herself while wiping the grease off her hands, knowing that’ll be at her backdoor shortly. For now though…time to distract herself with some video ga—
Gloooooooorrrrp…
“…What the hell?” Leonhard turned to her, bubbling over with snickers. “You’re still hungry?!”
“No.” Elrike’s cheeks went pink, her heart nearly beat out of her chest, and her tail thumped the cushions behind her. She didn’t expect a fart to be ready that fast!
The amusement in Leonard’s face faded to concern. He noticed. “So then what is it?”
“I-I don’t fuckin’ know, ‘girl noises’?” Elrike picked up her controller, hands shaking. She felt her glutes tensing as a cramp wave washed over. “Now I’m gonna beat your ass twice as hard for acting like my mom so much!”
After a bit of hesitation, Leonhard reached his unsure paws to his controller. “…Alright ‘Undertaker.’”
As with 90% of their afterschool hangouts, Elrike chose her favorite wrestler for her favorite game. ‘The Undertaker’ had a dark, brooding aesthetic she wished she could adopt for herself, if only her damn parents wouldn’t throw a fit. But here, in this game, in this unassuming little apartment, she could be what she wanted. And, she could be a 208 cm ass kicker who won every match…or at least 4/5…Ok 3/5 on a good day.
Though today, she couldn’t even manage that. “Fuck!” She blurted as Mankind knocked her out for the third time in a row. Her antsy fingers fiddled with the controller, her stomach seemed equally frustrated. “Best 6 out of 10!” 
“I can kick your ass for as long as you like.” Leonhard gleefully started a new round.
Elrike told herself she just needs to lock in, she needs to stop being a pussy! If only her insides would let her. 
Grrrrrrrrr…
Round after round, her talkative stomach and colon took turns giving her agony. Prodding gas at her rump combined with bloating pangs had her shifting in place, thighs squeezing, digits fidgeting, taking her focus away from the screen. Meanwhile the constant belly growls had her head spinning with embarrassment, she didn’t dare to look at Leonhard. By the time her 10 rounds were up—or whatever number it was—she felt like a tea kettle ready to explode.
“Elrike?”
“Huh?” She flinched at the paw on her shoulder. She didn’t even realize she was rocking in place until that moment. And when she focused to stop, an unbearable sharp pressure started to rise in her stomach.
“Seriously, are you Ok?” Leonhard’s voice was soft yet serious, a mature side Elrike had never seen from her normally playful friend.
It only made her more nervous. “D-dude, I already s-said I’m f-fine.” Her heart raced, and that warning flicker in her tail got stronger.
“I can feel you shaking…”
“O-oh…” Elrike looked at his paw on her shoulder like it was a grenade. She wanted to stop shaking, but she couldn’t. She wanted her face to stop burning with shame, but it wouldn’t. Most of all, she wanted, she hoped, she prayed her insides would calm down, but they did the opposite. Her navel quivered under her shirt, it was so much pressure.
“I won't be pissed if you're sick. I’ll take you to the hospital, it’s no big deal.”
“Uh…” She squirmed, literally, under his eye contact. She’s spazzing out so much Leonhard thinks she’s dying, over fucking farts, he’ll think she’s a freak if he finds out her real ailments. “F-fuck.” She hunched. Blaring pains were driving her midsection numb, and she felt her anus pushing hard through her clenched cheeks. One way or another, she was about to explode.
“Elrike?!”
 “I-I have to go to the bathroom.” She stood up, and her angry insides roared. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t keep her spine straight, everything just hurt too much. Tears started to well in her eyes, it was so unfair. Please, please, please not in front of him. Not in front of her best friend. She can take losing everyone else, she can take mocking headlines, she can take her parents’ scorn, but god, please, not him!
“U-uh, are you about to—”
PBBRRRRRRRRPPPTTT! “Aaah!” Elrike shouted and halfway moaned. In one massive explosion, all that sharp, numbing bloat exploded out of her backside. It was heaven, her stomach was suddenly filled with a euphoric emptiness, and the smoother flowing tail end of that gas felt so sweet sliding out her ring, leaving her rump with such a satisfying warmth. God, her knees were shaking…god, that stench was fucking hell! The uniquely suffocating scent of spoiled milk and pure feces burned her nose and thrusted her back to reality. As she looked at Leonhard, her eyes watered for two reasons.
“Jesus…” The lion’s face was in the transition from shock, to amusement, to cringing from disgust as he fanned the air. “So that’s why you don’t eat pizza, huh?”
“I-I’m s-so sorry…” She choked out, eyes facing the floor. She did it. Right in front of her best friend, her butt pretty much at his face level. There goes her life. There goes the person she cared most about, and everyone else would be soon to follow. She wanted to run away, get out of his sight—and smell—before the insults started. But she couldn’t move, her knees were numb from relief and horror. She was helpless but to bury her face in her hands as her emotions spilled over. 
“E-Elrike? What’s wrong?!”
“I-I’m sorry…” She sobbed. And now, she’s crying like a little bitch after fumigating his living room. She’s a freak, she never deserved anyone’s time.
“It’s Ok, it’s Ok…”
Elrike flinched at a sudden warm embrace. “W-wha…” Leonard was…hugging her. 
“I won’t tell anyone…just throw your clothes in the wash and take a shower, it’s no big deal.”
“W-why?” She croaked, lifting her head to look back at him. She didn’t understand the instructions nor why he offered this kindness. The look in his eyes was not of scorn or disgust, but of gentle understanding. Yet, she could still detect her exhaust in the air, why would he put up with this?
“Well…because…didn’t you…” Leonhard gained an awkward, wry smile as he tried to find the least painful words. “…shit?”
“W-what?” Chuckles started to break through those sobs. She just ruined her life but god…the way he said that was fucking hilarious. “N-no,” she giggled as she wiped away tears. “I just…f-farted.” And her smile quickly disappeared again.
Yet to her surprise, Leonhard burst into laughter. “Holy fuck dude…” He gasped between breaths, and then coughed because the air was heavy with sulfur dioxide. “You scared the shit out of me! Over a fart!”
“U-um, s-sorry.” The giggles rising on her lips betrayed her apology. She felt like she should apologize just for smiling right now, just for existing. Yet, Leonhard himself still seemed to be amused by the situation…what does this mean? “S-so,” Elrike gulped, trying to keep her heart out of her throat. “Y-you’re not like…weirded out or pissed?”
“What? No! You’ve done so much weirder shit than that dude.”
There was a sincerity to his voice that brought her nerves some calm. But…she’s done even worse? “Weird stuff like what?”
“Like stuffing an entire fucking pizza in your mouth. Or acting like the world is ending over a fart.” Leonhard ended that quip with a light jab on her shoulder that made her smile again. “And I’ve told you about all the weird shit I do when I’m drunk…fucking obstler.”
Elrike chuckled and let out a shaky sigh. She’s still a freak, but at least she still has her best friend. “Sorry…” She sank back to the couch, embarrassed and relieved…but only mentally.
Guuurrrrrr…
“Umf.” That sour feeling under her stomach returned. Her needy insides couldn’t give her a break.
“So…” Leonhard sat next to her. “What was all that about?”
“It’s stupid…” She looked away, a bashful smirk rising on her lips. All the anxieties of the past week suddenly felt so dumb. She really cried over a fart, because she let her insane mom get in her head. She’s so lucky to have such an understanding friend.
“You sure? It's not stupid if you're hurting.”
“No, no, I'm fine.” Gloooooorp… “Oh god…” She mumbled, wrapping her arms around her stomach and tightening her thighs. Already a fresh bubble was prodding her rump for release.
“Do you…want to use the bathroom?” Leonhard asked with a sympathetic smile.
Elrike let her arms drop with a pink face. “No it’s not…that.” Even after whatever heart to heart that was, she couldn’t bear to admit her body’s full needs. At this rate though, it was going to admit it for her. “It’s just…my stomach’s being weird. I just need to relax or something.”
“Hmmm…” The big lion leaned back and pat his lap. “Lie down.”
She pursed her lips. It’s not the first time they used each other for pillows, it was a casual thing that wouldn’t seem out of place between two siblings. But this felt…embarrassing. Like the moments servants would dote on her for the mildest sore throat. “You're such a dork.” She mumbled, a mild blush as she unfolded herself.
“Mmm-hmm.”
“I'm only doing this cause you won't leave me alone about it.”
“Sure, sure.’
“Agh…” Elrike sighed as she laid fully flat out on the big lion's lap. Her midsection groaned out with need, that position naturally allowed gravity to press against the contents of her colon. She could feel gas, and the ominous solid weight resting behind it. She balled her hands into fists clenching it back.
Leonhard chuckled a soft, gentle chuckle. Sounding more like a charmed mother than the big dork he was. “‘Tummyache?’”
“Jesus Christ, don’t call it that” Elrike nearly cringed hard enough to explode again. 
“Sorry, too much of my mom in me.”
“So that’s why you're so ass at games…ugh.” She squirmed her hips as another fart got too close to escaping. 
 	“You know what my mom would do when I felt like this? Give me a belly rub.”
Elrike’s eyes flickered away as the thought brought back cozy memories. “W-why are you like this, I’m not a little bitch.” Her mother didn’t often give her such intimate care, but she remembered her closest, coolest, most caring servants giving her rubs during moments of sickness and sleepless nights…sometimes she missed the feeling.
“It doesn’t make you a little bitch to feel sick.” Leonhard rested his idle paws open palmed her stomach. Even that little pressure was enough to make her gasp. “And that wasn’t a ‘no.”’
Oh god, why does she want this? Elrike swore she’s not a ‘little bitch,’ but now her eyes were big and vulnerable like a little doe. “W-wait, b-but what if I…f-fart again?”
“I don’t care, I’ve smelled worse. Hell, I’ve made worse, heh.”
“Eww.” Elrike let out the only little titter her stomach could take. She sighed. “Fine,” She lifted the edge of her shirt to just below her training bra. Her slim belly tightened at the cool air digging into her short fur. “Just don’t be weird, Ok?” She mumbled, looking away.
“Pffffft, as long as you don’t make it weird.” Leonhard rubbed his paws together to warm them up, and started a slow gentle rub up from her waist.
“Whew,” Her abdominal muscles tensed at his touch. “O-oh my g-god…” On the surface, his gentle paws were extra ticklish to her sensitive flesh. But underneath in her guts, those bubbles of pressure shifted and warped around his fingers.
“You alright?” Leonhard asked with a casual smile, focused on his work as he rubbed back down.
“Y-yeah…” She shuddered, preemptively clenching as the pressure followed Leonhard’s fingers downward.
“It’s Ok, you can let it out.”
“W-what?”
“I can feel all that shit in your guts boiling around dude. It’s not good to keep it in.” He pressed down firmer as he approached her waist.
That pressure surged. Elrike stood no chance. “Oh—"FRRRRPPT! A massive, bubbly air pocket exploded into the couch cushion. “Sorry!” The fabric vibrated from the force of that blast, while her stomach groaned for more.
Leonhard chuckled. “It’s fine.” He continued pressing his fingers in as he traced back up.
“Oh god, mmfh—” PPPRBT! “Ah.” BRRAAP! “Ooh.” FRPPT! “A-augh…” FRRrrrrppptttt… Elrike’s grunts started to border moans as she let her sphincter relax. She didn’t even need to push, Leonhard’s rubs squeezed out fart after eager fart, an endless barrage of greasy hot gas rumbling through her exit in a hurry. The soothing relief in her colon, the rough thrashing those blasts gave her rump on the way out, the oddly comforting heat building in the cushion beneath her, all capped off with Leonhard’s gentle touch, it had her squirming with pleasure. The massive release she needed all day, finally. Thank god for her friend.
“Damn dude, what did you eat?” Leonhard teased as he fanned the air.
“S-shut up.” Elrike finally got her answer that the couch cushions indeed did not do well to absorb the scent of her exhaust. An absolutely eye water stench of rotting eggs and garbage hung in the air, and with each fart it became increasingly with a tint of pure waste. 
Yet, Leonhard’s poker face stayed strong. “Still better than my worst though.” He dug his fingers for another firm drag down.
Pfffffbbbbbttt… “Ugh.” That last poot was an ultra-sickly texture, she didn’t like how moist it felt flowing through her panties. 
“You good?”
“Yeah I’m fine…mmfh.” She shuddered, the next fart was near silent, little more than a gentle buzz muted by the couch. But after it ended, her colon was hit with an awfully intense cramp. Her tailhole twitched to relieve it, but there was no more bloat to be found. Instead, a wide solid mass, one that had been baking for 5 days now, teased her sphincter to push.
“You sure?”
“U-uh…” Elrike stiffened. Leonhard’s rubs pushed that weight further and further down, she gasped when it finally bumped against her ring. “Oh god, wait, wait.” She grabbed Leonhard’s wrist as she clenched, but the mass refused to stop. 
“Oh, uh, sorry?”
“I-it’s, hnnng.” A grunt escaped her teeth as she fought against the pushes. Her stomach let out an angry growl, and seconds later her tailhole started winking over the burgeoning tip. Her heart raced with a new, deeper fear than before. Please, please don’t let her shit on her friend’s couch.
“Elrike?!”
“I’m…o-oh god.” A guttural sigh emanated from the back of her throat when the pressure abruptly dropped. She could feel, and swore she could even hear the greasy crackle of that log retreating back inside her. Her tired ring twitched after being bulged out to near its limits, while her insides returned to the heavy, tight equilibrium it maintained all week. Though that lasting soreness in her stomach was much more prominent now. 
“Ah shit, sorry if I hurt something.”
Leonhard didn’t know how close he was with that initial phrase. “It’s fine, whew…” Elrike sighed and huffed as she leaned back up, that grainy mass shifted in her packed colon. It couldn’t stay there forever.
“So, you good?”
“Yeah, thanks for that.”
“You don’t wanna…go to the bathroom after all that?”
Elrike’s tail perked up right on cue, her impatient waste slid back down to her ring. Her colon, much less ornery now, didn’t try to push it along, but she felt it instead just sit at her exit, passively, slowly prying her tailhole open with its weight. “N-no!” She shuddered, clenching and reeling that log back in. She couldn’t risk that, stinking up his bathroom like some disgusting freak, making all those noises behind that paper thin door. God forbid she clogs his toilet. She already could hear her mother’s scolding, overdramatic voice in her ear.
“Alright…” Leonhard answered, his lingering tone clearly held skepticism. “So, Elrike, honestly…what happened earlier?”
“What are you talking about?” Elrike’s blush betrayed her.
“You know what.” He said with a smile that was meant to be playful, but it faded when Elrike looked away. “I promise I’m not gonna laugh or anything, it’s just that no one cries over a fart, you know? I just wanna know what's wrong.”
Elrike sucked her lips, not knowing whether to smile or pout. Neither did she know if her throat felt tight because of a growing chuckle or sob, instead she chose to reset her emotions with a deep sigh. “I’m so fucking stupid dude…”
“I know, welcome to the club.”
He wrapped a comforting arm around her that made Elrike finally smile. It made the moment a bit easier, though not easy enough to make eye contact. “Like a few days ago my mom got super fucking mad cause I farted in the hallway, and she gave me this huge speech about not looking bad in public or all my friends would hate me and…I guess it drove me crazy.”
For a brief moment there was silence, and for every painful second it lasted, Elrike felt a bit more regret welling up in her stomach. She couldn’t bring herself to look up… “Your mom got that mad…over a fart?”
The shared exasperation in Leonhard’s tone gave her a sense of (emotional) relief. Finally peering up to see the hints of sympathy in his brow brought more confidence to her voice. “Kinda. It’s cause of how my family’s in the news all the time, and all the crazy rumors from when my mom used to be in movies, so now she freaks out at anything that could make us look bad. I guess I do too now.”
“But, a fart?! She thought that’d ruin your life? You thought it’d ruin your life?!”
She wryly smiled. “I told you I’m stupid bro.”
“Jesus dude…your mom kinda sounds like an asshole.”
Leonhard, having met her family before, already knew of their incredibly suffocating ways. He always seemed to have genuine sympathy for her, the only luxury that was hard to obtain with her wealth. She was always grateful for it. She was always grateful to be his friend. “Yeah…sometimes.”
“...She’s still fucking hot though.”
“Bitch!” She reflexively threw a punch at his shoulder, but it barely had an effect on the big chuckling lion. 
“Elrike, I hope you know that I’ll never hate you cause you rip ass, and anyone that does is even fucking dumber than me.”
The arm around her shoulder squeezed tighter, and her smile lost its anxious sheen. She leaned into the bigger lion. “Thanks…I wish my mom believed that.” Frankly, Elrike wished she fully believed it herself. 
“You can always come here to fart if she gets pissed again.”
“Oh god, no.” Elrike laughed, the idea of farting in front of him was still horrifying, maybe not the nightmarish scenario she imagined 10 minutes ago, but it still made her shiver…much like the log pressing against her tailhole. “Oh god…” She rasped out again. She shifted in her seat trying to get in a good clenching position. 
Leonhard chuckled and let the squirming doe out of his embrace. “You need to fart again, already?”
“No…” She answered quietly, her first honest answer in what felt like a long time.
“Bathroom?”
“No, I swear I’m fine now.” Elrike reached for the game controller, she needed a distraction. “Can we play something again so I feel less gross now?”
“Sooooo, remember how I thought something was wrong earlier? And it turns out I was right? Well I’m thinking something’s still wrong now…”
“You think you’re the ass whisperer now?”
“Yes, actually.”
“I wish I had a fart right now so you’d get off my dick.”
“Fuck, gross dude.”
All the slick confidence drained from Elrike’s voice. “No, no I-I was just kidding!”
Leonhard laughed. “God, you’re too easy. It almost feels mean—ow!” The newly feisty doe sent a series of punches to his shoulder. “You know those don't hurt.” He chuckled through blatant winces.
Elrike decided that whatever strength she lacked in real life she'd make up for by fucking massacering his team in Black-Ops multiplayer over and over and over…and then one more time to make the point. Or at least that’s what she intended to do. 
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” She mumbled, watching her health bar disintegrate while an uzi unloaded into her soldier. Meanwhile in real life, she rocked her hips back and forth, internally fighting back another load. It felt like a cruel repeat of their earlier matches, but this time the pressures torturing her insides didn’t give up so easily. “Fuuuuuuuck…” The log thrusted into her clenched cheeks with all its might, she felt her ring give a distinct quiver as its strength waned. The game didn’t matter, keeping the couch clean suddenly did. 
“Ayeee, you fucking died!”
“W-what?” Elrike blinked to refocus on the screen. She was about to respawn for her 4th time, dammit. “F-fuck.” She shuddered, her thighs tensing as that log slowly slinked back from her tailhole. It still felt so tight and heavy hiding away in her walls. Her tired ring muscles flexed even as their burden temporarily disappeared, she didn’t know how long she could keep this up.
“What’s up with you dude?” Leonhard asked, still homed in on the game.
Oh…how long had her soldier been just standing there? “I-I was just testing you, duh.” Her thumbs met the joysticks once more and she tried to get back in her element. Alright, commando gun equipped, now to make up for all those deaths in the remaining…2 minutes?! Dammit, she really wasted most of the round just being a pussy?! Whatever, 2 minutes was all she needed… “Augh.”
“What?”
“I-I didn’t say anything.” Elrike grinded her knees together, squirming her rump into the cushion. Her insides contracted and squeezed around all the backed up waste in her guts. She bit her tongue, it took all her will power not to groan out or curl herself into a ball. Fuck, this is impossible, her body was literally fighting her. She needed a release, just a little, please, even if for a second, she couldn’t take it.
Her eyes shifted to Leonhard, who seemed to be fully focused on his gameplay. His team’s probably gonna win, but whatever. Leonhard said he didn’t care if she f…f-farted. He said he just wanted her to feel better. Her throat felt tight and her cheeks hot, he meant it, right? He had to, he’s her best friend. She prayed he meant it, she’ll apologize a thousand times regardless. 
She slowed her squirms for just a moment. God, all that weight bearing down was so suffocating, she couldn’t even risk pushing. She arched her back to push out her butt, and give her tailhole an easier path. And then…she let her sphincter relax…
Pliplipppp— “Fuck!” She shouted out, going stiff. Two seconds of barely audible gas bubbles were followed by a sudden jarring widening of her ring. The wide head of her log shot through her rectum and turtleheaded by a few precarious centimeters, shaded just enough by her trembling rump cheeks to avoid touching her panties by a hair’s length. The gorilla-grip strength of her glutes was the only thing keeping her from filling her pants at that moment. And the log was thankfully so incredibly firm, so dense, that even with her tailhole’s heavy clench it didn’t pinch off into her underwear. That ornery snake still shimmied in a desperate attempt to escape, the little texture granules rubbing against her delicate ring made her eye twitch.
“Dude what the fuck?” There was a hint of concern in Leonhard’s chuckles. “You Ok?” He took alternating side glances between his friend and the TV.
“I-I’m fine!” Elrike choked out, her whole body trembling. She couldn’t think of any excuses, no snappy comeback, nor even will her fingers manipulate the controller. Every ounce of her being was focused on keeping that massive turd at bay.
“Oh god…not again.”
“Auuuugh!” She groaned out, her waste gave up its efforts in tandem with the round ending. Her team lost with her suffering a 5th death sometime during her inner drama. It didn’t matter, this game sucks anyway. “O-oh god…” She shivered as that log retracted once more, taking a slower, more grinding pace back through her rump, as if grumpy at another denied release. 
“Elrike…” The doe in question flinched at Leonhard’s touch. He wrapped an arm around his shaking friend and hung his head on her shoulder as he chuckled. “You’re so fucking funny dude.”
“S-shut up!” She snapped through his messy blonde mane.
“I dunno what you’re so afraid of, but I promise I don’t care if you fart. I won’t complain, I won’t tell anyone, or any paparazzi or anything. I can even leave the room if you want.”
Elrike’s embarrassed pout turned to one of guilt. Even when she’s acting like a bitch, he’s still so understanding. But little did he know what she needed to do was far worse. “N-no…”
“Hell, I can fart right now and make it less awkward.”
“Please don’t.” 
“Alright.” Leonhard released her to grab his controller, and proceeded to exit them both out of the game. “No more games until you stop being weird and rip ass, right now.”
Elrike snickered at his threatening cat smile, as if the experience wouldn’t be worse for him. “It’s not that you weirdo!”
“Then wha…oh.” Now was Leonhard’s time to snicker. “Go take a dump you bigger weirdo.”
Oof, hearing him acknowledge it made her heart flutter in the worst way. “I-it’s Ok, I’m fine now.”
“Bro I know you're not, I felt all that shit in you earlier…literally!”
“You proud of that?” She playfully rolled her eyes at the chuckling lion.
“Yeah I am…so go take a dump already. I don’t like watching you suffer.”
“I’m not suffering.” She blatantly lied, already tensing as her waste started to poke again. She already made the mistake of gassing her friend half to death, she was not going to destroy his bathroom too.
Leonhard sighed, shaking his head with that pitying smile that reminded Elrike of sitcom mothers. The kind of smile that managed to be both more condescending yet more warm than her own mother’s. “Well, if you won’t take a dump for yourself, can you at least promise me you’ll go before you shit on my couch?”
Elrike’s blushing pout magically reappeared. “I’m not…mmfh.” Another contraction deep in her waist bent her inward, her body was rebelling against that lie. As her tail flickered, she pondered what would be worse, fumigating his bathroom or shitting his couch…she already knew which. 
“There you go…” Leonhard smiled, a genuine, empathetic, warm smile watching Elrike slowly stand up. “You gonna make it?” Though, her hunched position didn’t instill much confidence. 
“Yes, I’m gonna make it!” Despite her fiery reassurance, she could feel another escape in the making. That gargantuan mass slipped another inch further down her insides with each step. “Stop looking at me!” She growled without looking back.
“I’m not, I swear!”
Elrike managed to keep that stiff, cautious composure until she entered the hallway. She told herself she’d run or at speedwalk the second she was out of sight, but she could manage neither. “Fuck.” She leaned against a wall, legs nearly tied into a knot. That monster growling in her colon pushed so hard, it knew release was near. She bit her lip to keep from sobbing out. She had to keep going or Leonhard would know something’s wrong. Or even worse…he’d know she’s a weak little bitch.
With her glutes tight and a new sense of determination, she limped on. Her hooves made such an odd pattern of sounds on the hardwood floor, surely communicating the severity of her emergency, but she kept going. All that waste kept slipping further and further, slowly pushing its broad, knobby head along with no mercy. But thank god, the bathroom door was just a few more steps!
Limp, limp…“F-fuck.” It was pressing on her ring again. Limp, limp, limp…she crossed the threshold, the toilet was just a few even more evil steps away. She twisted around to close the door. “Hrrrrng!” Oh god, it’s coming! 
Limp…her hands scrambled to undo her belt, limp…her legs shook so much, her tailhole was starting to yawn open, limp…twist, she’s in front of the toilet! “Oh my god, oh my god!” Thumbs in her waistband, pants and panties down, slam on the seat, and push! 
“Aah, oh-hoooh…” A deep moan escaped her throat when that fat head burst through with a meaty crackle, right in tandem with an aggressive spray of urine. It was so tight, so warm, so rough, and it happened so fast! The textured knobs along the length of her fetid snake grinded against her walls and expanded her elastic ring in awkward shapes. The log stretched her so much that it pressed against her urethra and gave her waning pee stream an extra hiss. Her knees shook wildly, it was almost too much, but certainly not enough. She grit her teeth and bore down.
“Hnnnnnnng…” The thick mass re-accelerated, her eyes rolled and her thighs strained open as the remaining length—which felt like at least a foot—clawed its way out, and popped out of her butt without a splash. It probably already touched the bottom of the bowl. 
Elrike barely had time to groan before another equally thick, more moist log wedged its way out under her tail. “Oooooh…” Its smoother surface felt so incredibly satisfying to push, and that easier stretch was so pleasant, giving her walls a needed soothing rub, it had her knees shaking for a different reason now. “Ahh…” She sighed when the tail of that log slithered out of her hole, so gentle it was almost ticklish. 
Her vulva twitched as yet another rope of dung came crawling through her tubes. PRRRPTssssss… “O-oh…” She shuddered, that fart was just as refreshing as it was embarrassing. The snake that followed it was much thinner, almost disappointing but it was certainly an easier job for her overworked hole. There was barely even a sign of strain on her face as it effortlessly flowed out with slick crackles. This was the easy texture and size she was more used to during her regular movements, though its length, seemingly to coil endlessly, was definitely extraordinary. That log finally ended, after what felt like half a minute.
“Whew.” She sighed, taking a moment to breathe. There was a heavenly, empty warm glow throughout her lower body that was unlike anything she ever felt before. She’s had good dumps in the past, but this was magical. All that stupid anxiety over her gross butt was pushed right out along with the week’s worth of burdens…or at least most of it. She felt just a slight grumble under her stomach, there was still somehow more left. 
She gave herself a gentle push, a hissing fart warmed up her rump fur for a good ten seconds before a moist wet chunk of waste interrupted. “Oh…” She gasped to herself, the little mini-tube of greasy scat slipped through her hole with a wet squelch before landing in the messy below. A few more hyper oily, soft rolls came squeezing through her rump without barely a push, an awkward but nice, ticklish feeling that sent shivers down her spine. The final dung ball ended with a vibrating, sputtery fart that felt near electric on her exhausted ring. She was finally empty.
She sighed, settling into the seat. Her legs felt too weak to walk, and her colon light enough to fly. She wanted to bask in this feeling of super relief but she’s already taken too long, Leonhard probably thought she was a freak enough as is…mmfh, that made her frown return. She tore off a portion of toilet paper—making sure not to take off too much and seem like more of a freak—and leaned her rump to swipe between her cheeks. Eugh! So much of her fur was smeared with moist shit, that wad was already soiled. Fuck…she’s gonna need a lot more…she is a fucking freak. 
After what felt like hours of endless swiping over her tired hole, her last swipe finally came back clean. God, she sighed again, completely exasperated with herself and let the tissue fall into the toilet. What a dump, despite the shameful blush on her face, she couldn’t help but feel just a bit of tomboyish pride. Not many people could boast of holding in a week’s worth of meals, nor experience the feeling of pushing out 1/10th of their body weight. She’d be amazed if the toilet could even get it down…oh no.
Elrike stood up, pants still around her ankles, and begrudgingly looked her foul creation in the eye…du lieber Himmel. Her extensive use of toilet paper—which itself was horrifying—provided the small mercy of covering the most gory details, but it was clear from all the unnerving lumps and jagged shapes protruding above the waterline, and from the paint peeling smell, she had made an ungodly monster. 
Her hand shook as she reached for the flusher. She had no choice, it was either leave this incredibly rude surprise for her friend or risk an overflow. At least with the second option, she could clean it up. A gross freak, but a gross freak with morals. Ok, with a gulp, she brought her trembling hand to pull the scatological equivalent of a trigger.
Swirling water descended on the bowl, slowly churning the softer bits of the mass into a grosser brown, toilet paper slurry. The heavier, uglier portions of her release astoundingly stayed put like some unkillable sea monster. But, worst of all, it wasn’t going down. “No, no, fuck!” Elrike rasped, spikes of anxiety driving her limbs numb. The horrid waterline rose, evoking ominous gurgles. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She was on the verge of tears, helplessly watching the dirty water inch closer and closer to the rim of the bowl, until…it stopped, completely clogged. 
“O-oh my god…” She sobbed, relief never felt so awful. A flood was averted, but she just destroyed her best friend’s toilet. After nearly gassing him to death, she went on to desecrate his bathroom for good measure. God she’s so gross, what’s wrong with her?! Her mom was right, she needs to eat better if she can just casually cause this. She moved her hands to cover her face, but then remembered what they were doing just minutes ago. She’s so fucking disgusting, she deserves her life to be ruined for this…
*Knock-knock* Oh shit.
“Uh…you Ok in there?”
“Uh-h-huh.” She choppily answered between heaves.
“...You sure?”
Well, Elrike was sure that she wasn’t. There was no point denying it, she was gonna have to come out eventually, and Leonhard was gonna find out about this disaster eventually. She sniffed, choking back her sobs, and wiped away her tears with the side of her arm. If she was gonna ruin her life, she wasn’t gonna do it like a pussy. “Hold on…” She pulled up her pants, washed her hands, and then paused at the door, her hand on the knob. She took a deep breath…and then cringed from how toxic the air in the room was, and then finally pulled the door open while staring down at her hooves.
“Hey-eugh, f-fuck.” Leonhard’s cordial tone broke with a sharp retch, it made Elrike flinch. She looked up just in time to see his scowl change to a strained sympathy. “Uh, s-sorry. You alright dude?”
She swallowed. “I…clogged the toilet.”
“Oh…” Leonhard broke into another bout of boyish chuckles. For a moment, it gave Elrike a sense of calm. “Bro you gotta stop fucking scaring me.” With a pat of her shoulder, he stepped past her to investigate the state of his toilet, and her newly emptied stomach sank. There was a hesitating silence, it must’ve been too much to take in. “...du lieber Himmel.”
“I-I’m so sorry.” She covered her face, this had to be the 5th time it felt like her life ended today. Only this time, it was really the end.
Or perhaps, it wasn’t. “No Elrike, please don’t cry again.” Leonhard pulled her into another hug. “A little shit isn’t the end of the world.”
“But it’s not ‘a little’…” She mumbled dejectedly into his chest. “And I wasn’t gonna cry.”
“Sure, sure…” He pulled out of the hug and retrieved a long stick, like a mop without its head, leaning against the medicine cabinet just out of sight.
“Wha…” 
“You think you're the only one who takes big shits around here?” Armed with his wooden weapon, Leonhard jabbed the stick into Elrike's monster.
She stood back watching the gory fight, stunned into silence with suspense. She didn’t know how Leonhard battled it with such a jolly poker face, never once gagging or groaning out of disgust or frustration. “Goddamn…” He chuckled in between huffs of effort, viciously stabbing at the creature in the toilet. “How can you still walk after this came out of your ass? You sure you don’t wanna go to a hospital?”
Elrike forced a chuff through her blazing shame. “Y-you’re just mad your ass is too weak to shit like me.” Ooooh, saying that tasted like blood and nails. 
She wondered what Leonhard’s true thoughts were underneath that grinning face, maybe one day she’d let herself believe that he truly didn’t mind the horrid task she gifted him, that he just cared for her that much. Regardless of what he really thought, Elrike was so incredibly, eternally grateful that he did it, that he accomadated so much, and that her fucking massive, brobdingnagian shit finally went down. All of her family’s wealth couldn’t buy friendship this damn good.
“Oh…thank god.” Leonhard had successfully flushed the toilet, finally disappearing all the heavy shame and self-doubt she had been carrying the whole week. “Thought we were gonna have to call an exorcist.” He quipped while washing his paws.
“That wouldn't have worked either, my ass is too strong.”
“Heh, not too strong for me.” 
Elrike followed him back to the couch feeling better, physically, and mostly mentally. She couldn’t shake that painful feeling of awkwardness and lingering guilt. It felt like she had just gotten away with the worst crime possible, is everything truly going to be Ok? She stood by as Leonhard sank down into the couch.
“...What are you doing just standing there?” He asked. The doe before him froze as if in headlights.
“I dunno…” She mumbled, ears flattened, looking to the door. “I thought I should go or something.”
She flinched as Leonhard groaned. “Dudeeeee, please don’t tell me you’re gonna be weird now just cause you took a shit at my house.”
“Pffffft, no.” Of course, the only thing more powerful than her family’s instilled sense of shame was a raging teenage rebellious angst.
“Then sit down so I can kick your ass in Left 4 Dead.”
“You can’t kick an ass this strong!” And that new renewed confidence plopped her right back onto the couch next to her best friend, objectively the greatest friend in the world. Mere seconds later, a soft, sentimental feeling cooled her back down. “Hey, uh, thanks for doing all…that, by the way.”
“No problem dude.” Leonhard wrapped an arm around her for a side hug, his other paw occupied with a controller. “You’ll never have to worry about any of the crazy shit your parents say here.”
A warm smile bloomed across her face. That’s exactly why she loved coming here. That’s exactly why she’d never stop coming back. “Thanks bro.”
“Now come on,” Leonhard placed a controller in her hand. “Get ready for your ass kicking.”
“You’re on bitch!”