It was quite rare for Hoat to have a social day, but every so often he'd get in the mood for a party. He'd book a date with a few close friends, then put the word out for anyone else to join. Drinks, snacks, beer, pizza, and 'entertainment' were provided. 

Of course, Hoat being Hoat, all the parties usually ended up with the exact same sloppy mess to clean up.

Jules mused on this, the little otter sandwiched on the sofa between the big bird himself, and a chunky mule. The mule was showing off his proficiency in some kind of bullet-hell indie game, Hoat was watching him and throwing out the occasional comment. The rest of the guests were milling about, eating at the tables or playing with the old game systems that Hoat had set up in his den. 

Something about the 'normalcy' of it was making Jules more nervous. Somewhere inside, everyone knew why they were there, what they were expecting, but were waiting for a signal to tear their masks off and show their true, most perverted selves. It was Jules' first time, so he wasn't sure how it would happen. But he was excited to find out. 

Right now, it felt like the calm before the storm. The air was full of heat and musk. All the other guests were horses, gators, big dogs, dragons, all quite big, chunky species. It was sending a thrill through his submissive nature to be looking up when talking to everyone. He wondered if Hoat had noticed.

Hoat grunted as he stood up. He disappeared for a few minutes then came back, carrying something which he dropped in the middle of the floor. 

"What's that?" Jules asked, innocently.

"Oh, I kinda clogged the toilet just now." Hoat replied, with a hint of pride. "So I was bringing an alternative."

Jules looked closer, and blushed. "B-But that's..."

"A potty? Yeah. Simple, easy to clean, does the job." Hoat grinned. "I don't think anyone at my parties would mind too much~"

Jules breathed heavily. He imagined Hoat, or any of the guests, squatting over that clean, pink potty seat. He could see so clearly how their cheeks would overwhelm the slender sides, hear the first splatters as their shit hit the firm plastic, followed by the wetter, sloppier sounds as it piled up inside. 

Jules crossed his legs, trying to hide his growing erection.

A few of the guests had noticed the new furniture. There was some guffawing, followed by the general feeling of temperature rising. The tension had been building up for a while, now it was twanging like a fiddle-string. 

Hoat was more than ready to give it a pluck. He gave the otter a sly, sidelong glance.

"Oh yeah, people will be a little nervous at first." He said, with an airy wave of his wing-hands. "But as soon as someone gives a proper show, it'll 'break the seal', as it were. Then you'll have folks lining up to show off."

Jules was practically panting. It was a very, very clear mental image he was forming. 

Hoat leant closer, putting an arm around Jules' shoulders. "How about it? I can tell you've been holding it."

"N-No I haven't!" Jules squeaked reflexively. 

"Really?" Hoat put a hand to the otter's belly and squeezed, prompting a moan from the trembling Jules. "We all saw how much you ate. I bet you've got something [i]big[/i] and [i]nasty[/i] waiting to come out~"

"Hngh-!" Jules whimpered. The mass in his stomach seemed to be dropping by itself, creating a descending tension that begged for release. 

"You gotta go to the toilet, don't you?" Hoat goaded.

"Y-Yeah..."

"You gotta take a really [i]big, fat shit[/i], don't ya?"

"Y-Yeah-!" Jules was biting his lip, his dick ferociously hard in his pants. He stared into the middle-distance, his imagination aflame. 

Hoat smirked. He knew just how to handle shy, subby little animals like this. You needed to be firm and clear.

"In that case, stand up."

Jules stepped out of the seat, standing up a little self-consciously in front of the sofa. His tail twitched nervously back and forth, prompting the mule to lean out of the way to see the screen.

"Pull those pants down." 

Jules blushed, but obeyed, letting his casual cargo pants slip to the floor. [i]Now[/i] he had an attentive audience. Guests were looking, smiles and predatory grins mixed as they glanced at his lithe body and firm otter cock.

"Now sit on the potty. Do it."

Jules' shy objection was cut off as he automatically walked over to the pink plastic seat. As he sat down his cheeks slid onto the shaped plastic, as if it had been shaped specially for him. 

His tail flicked back and forth with nervous excitement. He could feel the guests staring at him, anticipating a show. His eyes met Hoat's calm, comfortable smile. Full of expectation. 

"U-Umm..." Jules twiddled his fingers together, then clenched down. Under the sudden stage fright, all he could manage was a faint [b]FRPT[/b] that echoed inside the plastic shell. "I-I don't think I can... [i]go[/i]... with everyone watching..."

Hoat stood up, and strode a few steps until he was standing in front of the otter. Jules trembled as he realised just how much bigger the bird was when he was seated like this. He either had to tilt his head up to look the bird in the eyes, or look straight forward into that fragrant bulge in his shorts. This close, the scent was making his head grow foggy.

Hoat looked him dead in the eyes, fixing him with a commanding stare. 

"Shit yourself."

"Eep!" Jules sat upright as his submissive instincts responded to the order. "Y-Yes, sir!"

Instructed, his body worked double hard to push out the muck. He clenched down, drunk on the pleasure of obedience as he felt his tailhole open up. 

[b]SPPLLRRRCHHH[/b]

The rude, wet splattering erupted out of his asshole and echoed through the room. The vulgar sound was amplified by the formerly empty potty, the plastic rattling wit the gaseous blasts from his ass. Coils of butt-sludge as thick as his wrist poured out of him, filling the air with his stink.

Hoat smiled proudly at the pooping otter. "That's a very good boy~ Just keep on pushing, no reason to ever stop. Why don't you tell everyone what you're doing?"

Jules whimpered. His cheeks were burning with the humiliation, but he'd never felt so excited! "I-I'm pooping in the potty!" He squeaked.

"Yes you are!" Hoat grinned and put his thumbs in his waistband. "In fact, I don't think I got everything out before. I'll join you!"

Jules blinked as Hoat pulled his shorts down, right in front of the startled otter. He caught a moment's glance of that swinging sausage before Hoat turned around. Now, the bird's wobbling cheeks eclipsed his vision, the plump shitter in front of his face already streaked with brown. It looked like he'd not bothered to wipe.

Before he had time to question in, the dark star opened up. A thick, wet lot pushed out, right into Jules' face. His vision was masked with musky brown sludge as he felt the thick mass drop down his chest, leaving dark streaks until it splattered in his lap. His dick trembled as the hot firm loaf laid across it. 

"Ooh-!" The otter moaned, eyes rolling in blissful rapture. 

The mule, who had paused his game to watch the show, stood up. "I could do with a potty break as well!"

He sauntered over to the otter, letting his pants drop on the way. Jules found himself with a sweaty grey butt, reeking of swamp-ass, pressing against the side of his face.

While a thick, dense dump still spilled from Hoat's ass, the mule let out a trumpeting fart. Jules felt one half of his face get sprayed with musky mule-stink, then the cheeks parted against the straining tailhole. 

The mule was working hard for this one, grunting as he forced the thick tip out. The dense chunk spread that asshole wider than the mule's fist as he strained. Jules watched, mesmerised by the log, growing thicker as it pushed out. When it dropped it landed against the otter's thigh, slapping firmly enough to leave a bruise.

There was a grunt from his other side. Jules felt the pressure penning him in as a huge, flabby bull behind pressed against him. There was hardly a second before an avalanche of brown sloppy bull dung dropped out over Jules' shoulder, his chest, his legs and his cock. The deluge was already creating a pile on the carpet, and it showed no signs of stopping.

Hoat gave a satisfied grunt, pushing out the last of his load and presenting his gaping shit-pipe to Jules' blushing face. The otter's dick was covered under the layers of sludge, but still throbbed eagerly. 

"Well, how about you wipe me up?" Hoat coaxed the otter, reaching back to spread his reddish-brown butt-cheeks. "You know you want to be a good toilet~"

The butt blew a blast of stinking air, surrounding Jules' head with stink. The otter leaned forward, panting, savouring the scents, then buried his face right between the cheeks. He lapped at the creases of Hoat's donut, slurping down all the brown 'fudge' that stained it inside and out. He sunk his face between the feathery hills to better taste that bitter asshole. 

"Good grief, not even five minutes as a toilet, and you're already addicted to the taste of shit." Hoat grinned. 

Jules let out a blissful moan. From the mounds of shit coating his crotch, some white juices spurted through. He rode out his climax with his face pressed into Hoat's ass, tasting it and worshipping it.

When the bird decided he was clean enough, he stepped away from the potty otter. Jules looked confused, but took comfort in the mule's and bull's still-shitting asses. He pressed his face against the mule's ass, taking a bite of the dense log spreading out the dark-gray shitter. Still chewing, he held his hands under the bull's sloppy sewage, getting a handful of goop and coating it over his chest.

Jules grunted with delight as his gut grumbled again. Sludge spilled out from the rim of the pink plastic potty as another load of otter-fudge spewed forth from his butt. He didn't hold back, he pushed as strongly as the furs using him. 

Hoat grinned back at the shit-drunk otter, lazily stroking his own growing hard-on.

"Looks like we've got a real party now!" He announced, exchanging flirty looks with his guests. "After all that, I think this bird could do with some stuffing. Any takers? Or do I need to pin a lucky soul under my fat ass~?"