"Hey, is this seat taken?"

The gazelle looked up from her reverie, into the zebra's shy expression. 

"No, go ahead." She patted the wide bench, shuffling her butt to give him a little more room. Once she'd moved she gave a soft grunt, prompting a [b]SPLRT[/b] and a thick dump to press out of her ass, dropping into the rest of the refuse below.

"Thanks!" The zebra parked his butt next to her, his bare cheeks plapping against the seat.

The gazelle watched with a smile as his dark, equine donut opened wide, spilling firm horse apples out behind the bench.

"Ah~!" The zebra gave a delighted grunt. "Sorry, I've been holding that in a while."

"No problem at all!" She gave a competitive smirk and pushed a little harder. Her asshole opened wide again, letting out a thick tube of muck, showing off for the zebra.  "It's what it's here for!"

This was true. The public relief benches were set up along park paths and city streets, with the purpose of giving busy furs a place to sit and relieve themselves. Of course, many furs would just go whenever and wherever they felt the urge, but the benches were equipped with degradable wipes, toilet paper and hand sanitiser, the better to clean up afterwards. 

Since the 'Grand Movement', as it was euphemistically known, society had adapted remarkably quickly to the sudden, unstoppable bowel movements. After the initial embarrassment of helplessly soiling their pants, they realised the health and wellness benefits of this strange condition. All conventional sickness had faded out almost entirely, and reports were that happiness and contentment were on the rise. There were a staggering number of wellness benefits, and researchers were finding more all the time. After getting their lab floors equipped with large drains, of course.

There was no longer any social stigma about pooping in a public park, under the open sky. The zebra and gazelle were happily taking advantage of that fact.

"My name is Lucy, by the way." The gazelle held out a hand. 

The zebra reached a hand across his chest and shook hers. "Zeke, nice to meet you."

Lucy noticed how Zeke kept glancing towards her behind. He would blush, clear his throat, then say nothing at all. There was a moment of silence aside from the singing of birds and the squashy wet sounds that spilled from their rumps.

"So, come here often?" Lucy tried out the tired line.

"Oh, um, maybe a little. I work nearby."

"What do you do?"

"I'm a barista, at a little independent place on south street. The owner brews a great cup, and he sources all his own beans."

"Ooh, do you do take-out orders?" 

"You bet!"

"I'll have to hit you up, then!" The gazelle smiled brightly. "I'm always looking for my fix, though coffee makes me... you know..."

She grunted a little harder, a thicker, more fragrant lump pushing out and slapping onto the earth. 

"You're not the only one." Zeke admitted. "I'll make myself a latté to start my shift. I'm usually leaving a pile behind the counter before I'm halfway through!"

"That's an advertisement." Lucy grinned. "Now I have to try it!"

There was a pause as a jogging polar bear leant against a tree, then let out a spluttering jet of sludge between his white-furred legs. He came up to the bench, asked for some wipes, thanked them, then jogged off. They both watched his stained cheeks bouncing as he went out of sight.

"So, what do you do?" Zeke asked as he pushed a little more muck out of his butt.

"Oh, office work. Financial stuff, you know." Lucy picked up the wipes and started running them, front to back, across her own butt. "Boring paperwork stuff."

Zeke was stammering for a response while watching her wipe. He really was too cute while he was blushing!

"Hey, you mind helping me out? There's a spot back there that I can't quite reach." She turned her butt towards him and held her cheeks open, exposing her well-developed hole. Zeke blushed tomato red as he carefully wiped her, brushing away the last specks of muck.

"You can be a little harder, you know." She grinned, wiggling her butt appreciatively. "Ah! Thanks~"

"N-No problem." Zeke mumbled, looking down. Lucy was gratified to see how his zebra-cock had stiffened up. 

Well, it was worth a shot.

"Hey, do you use chatter?"

He blinked. "The app? Yeah."

He was being slow. Though with so much blood flowing down there, there probably wasn't that much working in his brain. Not a problem.

"Want to connect?"

"Oh! Sure!" He held at his phone. She tapped hers against his, accepting the local match. A moment later, his ID registered in her contacts. 

"Great, hit me up whenever you like! I'll check out that coffee shop too." She smirked as she stood up. "Next time I can give that some proper TLC."

She pointed to his firm horse-dick. He tried to cover it with his hands.

"Oh, it's nothing-!"

"I've seen a lot of nothing, and I can tell you that [i]that[/i] is quite a bit more than nothing!" She laughed, but frowned as her phone pinged. "Hate to leave you hanging, but the office is already hounding me back. Give me a buzz later?"

"Sure!" He smiled meekly. "I'll keep some coffee hot for you."

"Looking forward to it!" She waved as she left, making sure he had a good view of her butt.

Zeke watched her go, then sat back, heart pounding. He let the tension build up, then grunted hard, balling his hands into fists. A fluffy of excited, spluttering plops, hit the ground. 

[i]Now[/i] he felt calm enough to think about what just happened.