Dale sweated as he worked his way up the trail, the wolf stepping forward as quickly as he could. [i]Not long now...[/i] Not until the top, the top of the trail was a good ways away, but not long until he could finally relieve the pent-up pressure in his bowels. He'd been walking with a pressure against his tailhole, so he was very happy to see the sign for the rest stop. It wasn't much more than a bench and an outhouse, but that was one bench more than he'd needed. He pushed open the door, then stopped. "Oh, I'm sorry! I thought this was an outhouse." He blushed down at the naked, chunky alligator, sitting squat-legged in an indent in the floor. The gator looked up and gave him a grin. "That it is! Best damn outhouse on the trail." The gator slapped his thigh. "I'm Sal. Come right in and take a load off!" The wolf held up his hands. "I-I'd rather wait until you finished..." "Finished what?" The gator tilted his head. "You don't get it. I ain't using the outhouse, I am the outhouse! I'm the one you're going to use~" "I-I-I-I-!" Dale stammered, his eyes darting this way and that. "I think I'd rather use a bush... for privacy...?" He turned, but a pair of broad arms grasped him around the waist. "Can't be doing that. There's a hefty fine for making a mess of the trail!" The gator pulled him back, running a long tongue along his teeth. He reached past and flicked the lock shut on the door, before pulling the wolf's pants down. "'Sides, I can tell you're fit to burst." He ran his broad fingers across the wolf's taut belly. "Gotta let that out afore somethin' pops. Go ahead, champ! Just relax and let it all come out." Dale whimpered, but the gator was right. His bowels were stretched to their limit. He felt like he'd soil his pants before he made it two steps. Letting it out now... was the best option...? He grunted, letting out a tiny [b]ffrp[/b] from his ass. He blushed and put his paws over his face. His body was too tense! Even with the desperate pressure, his tailhole was too tight to let him poop! He was locked in a terrible state of need, and a total inability to fulfil it. I-If the pressure dropped just a little, he could pull his pants up and maybe get back on the trail...? "Shy pooper, eh?" Sal smiled. "Not ta worry. Ain't met a shy hole yet that could resist a bit 'a direct stimulation!" The brawny arms wrapped around Dale's waist. The alligator opened his maw and struck out his tentacle-like tongue, pressing between the grey, fuzzy cheeks. Dale whimpered as the thick tip licked against his tight trapdoor, teasing it along every crease, probing and poking. "Arf!" Dale yelped as the tip poked its way in, forcibly coaxing him to spread wider. "'oo' 'oy..." Sal mumbled, tasting deeper. [i]Oh yes, he could feel the problem right here. Big, dense blockage, right by the exit. Pretty hard by now too, the wolf must have been brewing this one for a while.[/i] The gator pushed deeper, spreading his mouth wider against the wolf's rump. He swirled his tongue around the thick load, creating a little space around it, and awakening the nerves to push. Dale was squealing as his bowels tensing up by themselves. Control was being robbed from him as his belly clenched. [i]I-I'm pooping! I-I'm pooping with a tongue up my ass![/i] Quick as a whip, Sal pulled his thick tongue back, giving the poop a direction to flow. And flow it did. "O-Ooohngh-!" Dale groaned, holding the walls of the outhouse for support. His tender hole was widening around the thickest shit he could remember, pushing slowly, inexorably out into the waiting maw. Sal made no attempt to move. He just held Dale's butt wide and let the shit flow, driving it down the little red lane. Though for the gator's mouth it was more the wide red highway. Dale's eyes crossed as the thickest ridge of his shit popped out. What came after was a whole load of softer logs, spilling out of his helpless ass one by one. He could feel the head from the gator's mouth, and his own dump, wafting up onto his fur. All he could do in the moment was [i]let it happen[/i]. There was a little [b]splrt[/b] and a faint sliver of muck dropped on top of the massive mud-pie in the gator's jaws. Sal pulled back, shut his mouth, and swallowed loudly. "Hmm, now that's a damn fine meal! Complements to the chef!" He gave Dale a pat on the butt. "But if I know anything, there might be some secret poops hidden deep up there. I wouldn't be doing my job as your outhouse if I left them up there, now, would I?" He brushed his thick finger below Dale's waist, to where the wolf's cock was twitching. "Seems to be you won't fully mind a [i]deep check[/i]!" He straightened up, his broad frame towering over and across the quivering wolf. "Hope you don't mind me checkin'. At least yer nice and loose back there now!" Dale panted, feeling something large and floppy slap between his cheeks and stroke between them. Then he let out a whining squeal as it was crammed into his tender tailhole. The gator's dick was mercifully soft, but it was still thick and long. It stretched Dale's ass out as it probed, deeper and deeper, the wolf moaning as scales and fur slapped together. "Hngh... you got it, kid. Yer a natural!" Sal grinned, tugging the wolf tight against his belly. "Jus' loosen up and let me check ya nice and deep!" Dale's eyes rolled as the gator's cock ground against his prostate. He yipped and panted, lost in the pleasure of having his bowels stretched. He let out a lustful moan as the gator bottomed out in him. [i]He felt so much thicker at the base![/i] "There we go! If think ya' got something sloppy waiting in there." Sal grunted, gritting his teeth as his face flush. "Hope'n you don't mind if I flush that bad boy out!" He pounded deep into the wolf's ass once, twice, three times. His balls twitched and tightened. He let out a huge, relived sigh as he shot a bucket-load of cum deep into the wolf's bowels. At the hot warmth flooding his body, Dale came too. He let out a desperate little whine as his cum shot onto the door of the outhouse, splashing back against him. His balls emptied as his belly bulged, his guts filling with gator spunk. The gator panted, catching his breath, keeping his hands on the wolf's shoulders. "You ready, sport? I'm gonna pull out. Keep nice and loose for me. One... two... THREE!" He slipped out, his floppy cock soaked in white juice. Dale groaned as he felt the air blowing into his gaped asshole, then he felt the twinge in his guts. The gator sat back down, gently parting the wolf's trembling cheeks to keep his hole spread. The next moment, a gush of white fluid spurted out, splashing the gator in the chest and soaking down his body. There was a pause, a [b]PFFRPT[/b] of pent-up gas, and some sloppy brown muck that sprayed across the gator's face. After that volcanic burst, it was over. Or almost over. Dale let out a pleading little yelp as he felt the gator's long tongue lapping between his cheeks again. "Just a little clean-up there, sport!" The gator reassured him. "Get that hole spic-an'-span before you go out there!" Dale, still dizzy in post-pooping, post-climax bliss, let himself be licked and manhandled. He didn't resist as the gator turned him around, putting his sensitive wolf-dick gently along that tongue. The gator was giving him a sultry look while sucking off his cock, enough that Dale could start to feel the throb of a second wind. The gator pulled his mouth free. "There ya go! Feel cleaner now than when you came in, don't ya? I bet you feel lighter!" Sal chuckled and winked. "Don't be a stranger! If you want to stop by on the way down, look me up. Even if you just want to blow off some steam. I'll take whatever you've got to give. Wouldn't be much of an outhouse if I didn't~" Dale panted, opened his mouth, shut it, and nodded. With trembling fingers he pulled up his pants, fastening his belt right on the second attempt. He fumbled with the lock until the gator got it for him, sending the wolf on his way with a pat on the back. Dale stood outside, blinking in the sudden bright sunlight. [i]Had that really happened?[/i] He turned back, catching a glimpse of the smiling, shit-smeared gator before the door swung shut. [i]Oh.[/i] On the bench nearby, a slender rabbit stood up. "Oh, uh, thank you! Sorry!" He mumbled as he pushed passed the wolf into the outhouse. Dale staggered to the bench and sat down, realising only now how tired his legs were. He sat and gave them a rest, hearing the voices from inside. There was the gator's low, friendly growl, and some squeaks that could only be coming from the rabbit. Then a pause, then some eager, desperate panting. [i]Fuck...[/i] There was a QR code on the side of the outhouse, of all things. He opened it up on his phone and saw a map, with points dotted all over the place. The logo of a fat-bellied gator adorned the website. The map automatically zoomed in on the location he was at, along with some details and glowing testimonials. The wolf thought a moment, then added his own review. """ Five stars. I really needed this, thank you. - Dale """