Valuable Assets Pt. 06

Warning: Fart/Toilet fetish material ahead. The following story contains vivid depictions of non-consensual toilet slavery, eproctophilia and forniphilia. Read at your own risk.

Valuable Assets Part 6 -- Beware the stripes

Maggie's chubby legs wiggled and her blubbery ass jiggled as she made her way across the office building at a brisk pace. The chubby Hippo anthro cursed herself for not finishing her work sooner and missing out on the opportunity to get an early spot at the pleasure lounge. By the time she had finally gotten there, there was already many anthros waiting in line and seeing as she would have to wait a while, she decided to take care of some other business in the meantime.

This led her to the current destination where she stopped outside of a room whose exterior was similar to that of the pleasure lounge. The only notable difference was the sign hanging above the double doors which read "New Toilet Lounge". Displayed on the sign was also a classic female stick figure that could be found on most washroom signs, except this one had animal airs and a tail, as well as an extra stick piece poking down between the skirt.

Maggie barely paused to read the sign out of habit before opening the door and entering the room. What greeted her as she entered the room was a sight similar to that of the pleasure lounge without the human fuck sleeve strapped up in the centre. The room was a great deal smaller but the furnishings were similar. There was a shag carpet, not the plant type but an actual shag carpet, as well as different types of chairs suitable for lazing around in. One thing that stood out was a row of identically styled chairs that had clear tubes attached to the bottom of the seats that ran off, leading of somewhere unknown. The part of the seat where one would sit was for some reason sunken down in the middle. Some of these strange seats were already occupied by half of the six anthros that were already in the room when Maggie came in.

Unlike in the pleasure lounge, there was no specially established queuing system so Maggie simply found a vacant seat and went about doing her own thing to keep herself occupied as she waited like the others to use the toilet, the only one available in this part of the building.

Truthfully speaking, in this building where many anthros worked, there were obviously multiple washrooms available for use. Yet still, a great deal of the employees opted to use this particular toilet, even going so far as to wait patiently in line if they weren't close to straight up shitting themselves. Everyday there would be a small group gathered in this room waiting to do their business, as soon as one finished doing their business and left, one or ever two more would soon walk through the double doors to take their place.

One would think that having all these anthro gathered in one place while eager to use the toilet would cause issues, however the company that set up these facilities seemed to have thought of everything.

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A loud, bubbly fart sounded out from the fuzzy behind of a hefty Bear anthro sitting on one of the special seats. Even though it sounded like a real stinker, the bear anthro barely reacted and even the other anthros sitting nearby weren't bothered in the least, there was no need to be wary of the smell that would assault them all under normal circumstances.

The clear tube attached below the Bear's chair was filled with murky greenish brown gas as soon as it left the anthro's rear. The swirling tendrils of steaming shit vapour were then drawn down the length of the tube and taken to an unknown place where each tube from all the other chairs seemed to gather.

The waiting anthros were thus spared from the lethal gas bomb that was often followed by various puffs of gas courtesy the others sitting beside the bear. The atmosphere was relaxed with the sound of the occasional ripper acting as background noise. The anthros occupied themselves with various pastime activities and some even held conversation among themselves.

"Who's using the shitter right now anyway?"

"I'm pretty sure I saw Vicky go in earlier."

"Vicky? I thought it was Meer."

"Those two must be doing that again."

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A gruelling wet fart echoed down on of the tubes as they were speaking. The pig anthro responsible simply kept tapping away at her phone and allowed the hot moist gas to be carried away by the tube.

"Speaking of Meer, she's been pretty proactive lately. Just the other day she asked if I wanted to do that with her. I told her I would think about it but I'm still not sure."

"Really? I let her do me and it felt freaking great, I'm actually thinking about hitting her up for another round!"

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A loud airy fart that was hard to ignore vibrated one of the tubes. An elephant anthro blushed as her friend sitting beside her giggled uncontrollably.

"But she's pretty brave if she's thinking about doing that with Vicky of all people."

"I know right, that chick can clear a whole stadium with a single fart."

"I get chills just thinking about what that poor toilet has to go through every time she uses it."

"Knowing Meer, that's probably why she went after her in the first place."

"Hmm, maybe I should let her do it after all, it wouldn't hurt to try."

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Their conversation continued amidst the steady barrage of pre-poop farts that were pumped into the tubes, creating various noises like a pipe orchestra playing in the background.

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Another day shrouded in darkness; he couldn't remember the last time he saw light that wasn't obscured by the black mask covering his eyes. Nate's breathing was steady as he took in the ever familiar stench of musky anthro butt.

His head that was tilted at an angle upwards and locked in place was smothered by a large doughy mass of hot flesh coated in soft fur that was moist with fresh ass sweat. Even though he couldn't see a thing, the familiar pungent stench that could be picked up through the mask's nose holes was enough to distinguish the identity of the large anthro seated upon his face. And born from this discovery was an odd mixture of anticipation and fear.

These emotions only grew more intense as his face sitter slowly shifted about until her puffy wrinkled pucker aligned perfectly with the mouth hole of Nate's mask which held his jaw spread open for the sake of convenience. As soon as her aim was lined up, a gurgle from the anthro's pudgy stomach was directly transmitted to Nate who's other senses were enhance by his lack of sight. This oh so familiar sound was like a death sentence to anyone who knew the anthro's identity and was unlucky enough to fall withing the line of fire of her currently twitching shithole. Fortunately, Nate was there to ensure that there were no victims of her assault save for himself, and fortunately or unfortunately he was still properly alive and kicking after months of service.

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An ungodly explosion of rotten anal spew came pouring from the anthro's gaping pucker that was airy, loud and horribly wet all at the same time! Most of the rancid gas found purchase in Nate's open mouth and instantly filled his throat before pouring into his lungs and stomach. An offshoot of the brown fart cloud filled his nasal cavity and ascended all the way up and out his nostrils in a twin jet of pestilent shit vapour. However, before the gas could make it too far, it's advance was halted by a one-way magic membrane that covered the two small holes in the mask above his nose and the large one over his open mouth. An advanced application of isolation magic was used in a fart mask in order to contain any gas that may spill from a particularly large fart. Such as the case for the one that was still ongoing after 8 seconds.

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The 12 second fart that had nowhere to go but into Nate's airways finally ended in a wet splatter that stained the inside of his mouth in hot liquid, and instantly he began to retch.

It should be noted that after 2 months and counting of serving as the company's special toilet, there was next to nothing that could cause such a reaction from Nate at this point. The slime that coated his tongue was no regular butt sauce, but instead a runny, oily substance that was a hundred times worse in both smell and taste. There was only one type of anthro that could produce suck a toxic substance and subsequently induce a gagging fit from the battle hardened toilet with a single fart.

"Mmmnnn, a nice one to start things off."

Vicky mused to herself as she finished dropping the first steamy ripper of what was to be a lengthy toilet session. She straightened up in her seat as she wagged her disproportionately large, bushy tail that was the same jet-black colour as the fur covering the rest of her body. At the tip of her tail was white fur, starkly contrasting against the black, that split of into two stripes that ran all the way down to the base and climbed all the way up her large, curvy back.

Her front side was similarly adorned in white fur that covered her large breasts, pudgy belly and continued down to her crotch hidden between her large, fat thighs. The glossy jet black fur coating her massive bubbly rear end shone under the light of the refurbished toilet stall as she sat upon the face of the human toilet, smothering him under her weight.

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The voluptuous skunk anthro dished out another steaming shart that in no way lost out to the first in terms of potency as it echoed wetly down the human's throat. His bloated belly that was sandwiched between her plump calves vibrated under the force of the blast.

Some changes had been made to the toilet setup since the first iteration 2 months ago. One of those being that the toilet was now outside of the box that once confined him and was now supported by a custom frame as he knelt with his hands tied behind his back and leaned slightly backwards with his head titled for the anthros to comfortably park their plump cabooses unto his face.

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One rancid ass blast after another was continuously fired from the skunk's behind as she jokingly fanned her little black nose in vain. Even when she had to slightly raise her buttcheeks to let out a particularly powerful ripper, none of the atrocious smell was leaked as all was absorbed by the toilet who was working overtime to absorb her foul anal expulsions.

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Nate continuously convulsed, gagged and retched as he was assaulted by atrocious smells and tastes that could no longer be described with words that currently existed. Never had he been sprayed by a skunk before but he could be certain that the horror stories about the experience that he'd read online was like rolling through a spring meadows compared to the hell he was currently experiencing! Probably the worst part of it all was that he knew these pitiful farts were far from the skunk's worst!

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"Oof, that one was nasty."

Vicky felt the pressure in her colon lightening up slightly.

No matter how many times she used him, she was always amazed at the toilet's incredible ability to handle her butt bombs that were an inch shy of chemical weaponry. Her own asshole tingled from the release of these pestilent poop plumes that could melt paint off walls in real time. Any living organism would fall unconscious if not brought to the verge of death from a mere whiff of her fumes, yet the toilet properly chugged them all down like a drunk at a beer party. His insides were probably permanently stained in the shitty colour of her noxious gas at this point.

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However, even now she was still holding back. The sharts he had sniffed and swallowed so far were only the bottom of the barrel in terms of potency. Even the resilient toilet would barely be able to survive her actual stinkers, of course that never stopped her from fully unleashing them into him all the times before now. Today would be no different either, except the order of events would be slightly altered thanks to the request of the other anthro that was for some reason inside the toilet stall with her at this time.

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Oily discharge was splattered onto the toilet's tongue at the same time that a large erect horse cock jerked as a response from the sound. Vicky looked on in amusement at the large Horse anthro that sat opposite of her with her skirt dropped to her hooves and her exposed dick grasped in her hand. Meer wore a loose expression on her face as she pumped her shaft, momentarily picking up speed every time the Skunk anthro dropped another payload of her vile ass air down the human's gullet.

The Gypsy had followed Vicky into the toilet stall and was now furiously jerking off while she pumped the toilet full of gaseous waste. The skunk played along, doing certain things that she knew would agitate Meer further. Sometimes she would look at the horse seductively as she slowly raised one of her asscheeks only to pause. The horse would then pump her shaft faster while left wondering when she would blow only to have the fart sputter out when she least suspected it. Like that the skunk would disregard the human's suffering and thoroughly tease the horse anthro while enjoying her reactions.

"Hmmm, I wonder what Beth would think if she saw you right now."

Vicky flashed a toothy grin as she tapped a finger to her lips. Most of the employees were already privy to the relationship between the Horse and Cow anthros since they didn't particularly keep it a secret.

"Ngh...Haa, I...I almost forgot."

The Gypsy squeezed out a response while drowning in pleasure and used her shaky free hand to fish a small camcorder from her skirt laying on the floor. Through great difficulty, she used one hand to fiddle with the device and finally set it up on an always vacant toilet paper stand to record everything that was happening in the stall.

"She, ngh, she likes to...watch."

The skunk was mildly surprised and let out a chuckle.

"My, you two really are a couple of deviants, aren't you?"

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Another hot fart filled the Nate's bloated belly, washing over the pile of poop consisting of many different anthros' bowel movements. Lumpy, runny, hard and creamy, it was a mish-mash of beast crap sporting a wide variety of shape, size and consistency. Even with his super charged stomach acids working in overdrive, the sheer volume of shit crammed down his gullet with each use made it so that his stomach was always occupied by some amount of fermenting faeces. The amount of time he spent in a day without his face buried in the hot and sweaty asscrack of large anthro could be counted in minutes. It was to the point that he would feel some sick sense of loneliness when there wasn't a puffy pucker crammed in his mouth and shitting down his throat. But thanks to the eagerness of the company's employees, he was never truly lonely.

"Hey, can you...ungh...spray already?"

"Geez, so impatient."

The skunk said this but still moved to fulfil the horse's request.

She took a slight pause from ripping ass and adjusted her seating position slightly. In the end she ended up with her knees together and raised until her feet softly rested on the toilet's squishy belly. She then leaned slightly forward until her elbows rested against her thighs with her chin on her palms.

"I hope you're ready for this~"

It wasn't clear exactly who she was speaking to, the horse or the toilet, however both reacted to her egging in different ways.

The Gypsy spread her legs and got into a more comfortable position to beat her meat while Nate tried his best in vain to mentally prepare himself for what was about to come. He was familiar with the skunk enough to know her mannerisms, what the Gypsy didn't notice was that a pair of small knubs slowly protruded from the skunk's shithole and lightly brushed against his tongue. That alone was enough to cause him to gag violently but sadly it was nothing compared to what happened next.

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The guttural trumpeting of a particularly bubbly fart echoed in Nate's mouth, except this was no "regular" fart! What puffed from the skunk's gaping anus was instead an atomised deluge of hot, oily skunk spray that quickly washed over the entire inside of his mouth and coated the walls of his gullet as it was forced down into his system by an accompanying blast of rotten shit smog!

Nate's eyes flared open and became red as he let out a silent scream. His stomach and throat convulsed heavily as the flavour of the oily spray coating his tongue made him wish that every single one of his taste receptors would simply shrivel up and die. It tasted so bad that he had the illusion that his tongue was being burned and melted by acid. The smell that wafted into his nasal cavity almost caused his brain to short circuit when the signals were finally transmitted. Nothing could describe the unbelievably foul experience Nate was now enduring. The only phrase that even came close was simply "pure hell".

While the human was fighting a gruelling uphill battle, trying to cope with the aftermath of the skunk's anal secretions, the two anthros were enjoying his reaction in their own ways.

"Yikes, that burned a little coming out, I can't imagine what it would be like if anyone was downwind of that one."

The skunk giggled to herself in amusement.

Her feet were constantly bouncing up and down as they lay on the toilets convulsing stomach. She felt like she could almost feel the heat of the spray being transmitter to her furry clawed toes. Maybe she actually could if she pumped a few more into him? It wouldn't be soon before she was able to find out.

"Haa, hangggh, do...do it again!"

The horse anthro felt like she was about to go crazy. Just being close to the spraying skunk caused a chill in her spine despite knowing that none of the horrendous smell would actually escape. This caused her pleasure to reach new heights as she thought about how the little human had just been made to chug the blast in its entirety. She could already tell that this would be one of the fattest nuts she'd ever busted in life and she eagerly urged the skunk to continue. Naturally, the skunk was equally as eager to oblige.

"Oop wait..."

The skunk tense up slightly with a cheeky expression on her face that quickly devolved into one of orgasmic release as she let spew another spray-filled blast from her tailhole.

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Just the sound alone could make someone nauseous. The way the walls of the stall slightly rattled spoke volumes of the...volume of spray-saturated fart fumes that were deposited into the human toilet.

Meer let out a moan that was almost a yelp as she caught every bubbly note that was made as the ass blast wormed it's way down the human's gullet.

Nate was experiencing a fresh new hell from the fresh new fart spray that he was forced to drink down like rotten cabbage broth that was reconstituted using fresh sewerage after being expired for three years!

No matter how many times he's been subjected to it, the brain-melting potency of the skunk's ungodly spray was something he could never get the slightest bit used to.

"Pucker up, this one's a doozy!"

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The skunk had barely finished speaking before a third layer of oily spray was added to the thick grime coating Nate's mouth and throat! The spray had been painted on so thick that he could actually feel it starting to slowly ooze down his gullet under the force of gravity. What was in his mouth had already begun to form a puddle at the base of his tongue, marinating it in an unholy swill of bubbling butt broth. His tongue and gums took on a sickening yellowish-brown diarrhoea-like colour after being thoroughly blanched in hot skunk juice. His teeth that maintained their white appearance even after tearing and gnawing through countless pounds of anthro poop now took on a yellowish tint. No matter what, the smell and taste never faded from his senses and only seemed to further compound and get worse with...