Pond (poop) Party
By Gross Puppy.

The two cubs had spent the afternoon playing in the pond behind Christine’s house, splashing and just generally playing around.  Things started slowing down a little as the two would take a break in the form of lazily floating around.  It was about then that Christine noticed that Lori wasn’t as hyper as she normally was, noticing that she was rubbing her tummy too.

“Loooori.” Christine called out, playfully splashing the canine with water. “You look like you gotta potty.”

“I do…  But I can’t go anywhere but home.” Lori whined out, rubbing her tummy again before splashing her friend back.  “I really gotta go, and peepee too.”

“Just go, just relax and give a big push.” Christine said, scooting closer to her friend, before letting out a sigh as the water around them got a little bit warmer.

“Ewwwww.” Lori squeaked out, swimming away from her friend, blush clinging to her ears.  “That’s nasty.”  She huffed, surprised that her friend would do something like that, though there was a strange tingle in her nethers at the thought of her doing that or something more.

“It’s not that gross…  And if you want I can help you go potty, a friend of mine taught me a few tricks.”  Christne said as she started swimming towards she shore of the pond, her friend following

“I don’t know, there isn’t any place around here where I could go potty.” Lori said, as they got to the shore and walked out, over to the towels that were laid out for them.

“There’s lots of places, the world is your potty.”  The dingo said, looking around, smiling at the sight of some bushes near the far end of the yard; an area that she was familiar with, and knew no one would see them.  “Right there.” Pointed before grabbing a water bottle and the mutt’s hand and leading her off.

“I don’t know about this…  This feels gross.” Lori said, following her friend as she was led behind the bush, seeing that there was a surprising amount of privacy for them.  

“No one can see here, I come back here all the time when I need to pee, or fap.”  She smiled, stripping out of her bathing suit and hanging it from a branch.  “Get naked…”  She said tapping her paw, “I’m gonna make you poop.”

“I don’t know, isn’t that gross or something?”  The canine girl asked, slowly wiggling out of her suit and hanging it with her friend’s.  “I mean I wouldn’t want to gross you out.”  She fidgeted, playing with her paws a little as her tail struggled to stay down, a fart sneaking out.

“Poop isn’t gross… It’s sexy, now, get on your hands and knees with your tail nice and high.”  Christine said, watching her friend following her orders.  Both of the cubs could feel themselves getting turned on for different reasons. Christine was thinking about the gross things that she was about to do to her pretty, older friend; Lori on the other hand was turned on by the thought of her younger friend being in charge and ordering her around.

“I’m going to take it a little slow, but if you have to go, just go, push it out.”  Christine said, one paw coming to rest on Lori’s butt, the other going between her legs, rubbing her little clit.  “Don’t worry about making a mess or getting me messy…  Just poop.” 

With that, Christine pulled her hand away from her pussy and spread Lori’s ass, getting a good look at her quivering hole.  The dingo could tell that her friend really had to go, that she just needed a little help and she was here to give it. She leaned in, tongue slipping out as it glided from Lori’s clit to her ass hole, causing the older cub to moan out, her body clenching up but not before letting out a fart.  Christen could feel her nose burn a little at the strong smell of the fart, letting her know that her friend really had to drop a chocolaty load.

“Chrissy, don’t do that… I don’t want to poop on you.” Lori whined out, whimpering again as she felt her naughty lover’s tongue starting to lap over her tail hole, causing her to tighten up in an attempt to keep from making a mess.

“But, what if I want you to poop on me?” Christine asked, sitting up and licking her lips, enjoying the taste of her friend's ass and the little teases of shit too.  “Just go with it and let it happen.” The dingo smiled as she got the top off of the water bottle and quickly shoved the mouth into her friend’s ass, getting a yelp out of her.  The puppy would do her best to try and wiggle away, but the moment that she felt her friend squeezing the bottle and flooding her ass with water, she froze, nearly cumming from the strange feeling of the water rushing into her already full hole.  

“Oh god, Chrissy, I gotta go.” Lori whimpered, feeling the bottle popping out of her hole, a spurt of water shooting out as she tried clamping her hole shut.

“Just let it happen.”  Christine said, licking her chops before spreading her friend's ass again before starting to lick at the quivering and now leaking hole.  She would press her tongue against the canine’s hole, meeting resistance.  “Come on, shit for me.”  The dingo whined out before spitting on her fingers, the grip of her other hand tightening around her waist.

Lori got no warning from the dingo, just two fingers shoved in her ass.  Christine didn’t wait, or give her lover time to get used to the feeling, she just started pumping them in and out, hard and fast.  It only took a few pumps of her fingers before a spray of muddy water started rocking out around her fingers; she knew that this was it, she knew that her friend was about to shit herself and hard at this rate.  Christine pumped her fingers several more times, till she felt the water stop and something more solid hitting her fingers.

“Shit for me, be a good bitch and feed me.” Christine demanded, her fingers coming out of the mutt’s hole, to be replaced with her tongue.  Lori’s ears were beet red as her body gave into its need to push out the flood of shit, her mind screaming at her that she was shitting in her friend’s mouth…  And that her friend was enjoying it.

“Fuck, it’s coming.”  Was all that Lori got out before she farted, the tip of the now soft log started stretching he hole and pushing into the waiting dingo’s muzzle.

Christne didn’t say anything, her muzzle was too busy filling with the older cubs creamy shit.  The dingo would shiver and heave at the strong, bitter taste, but that wouldn’t stop her from chewing and mushing it around in her muzzle before swallowing. She kept chewing and swallowing as Lori would push more waste into her muzzle, though the thick chocolate became more of a runny syrup that she would let fill her muzzle and swish around before swallowing.

Christine could tell that her lover was done as she was forced to swallow a few foamy wet farts before she sat up, licking her lips.  “See…  Good.”  She heaved a little, shivering at how full her belly was.  “You eat a lot of fruit.” She muttered before going down and licking the mutt’s hole clean, or as clean as she could with her filthy muzzle and tongue.

“Chrissy…  Y-you just ate my shit.”  Lori said, panting and sitting up now that her friend was down.  “A-and I think I Liked it.”

“And now it’s your turn.”  Christine said turning around and getting on her hands and knees, tail hiked high and wiggling happily as she showed off her butt hole, already opening as she started pushing out a log.

“I-I don’t know.” She said, going wide eyed at the sight of her hole and the log poking out.  “Ok.”  She whined, leaning in and licking at the tip of the peaking turd.

Lori’s muzzle and nose wrinkled at the taste of the shit, clearly not used to it, but she didn’t let that turn her off; she was far too worked up as she opened her muzzle and held it at the younger cub’s ass.  She held her muzzle there, letting her push out more of it before it broke off and she started chewing.

“You can do it, if you have to vomit, do it on me.”  Christine said, watching her heave and gag as she worked to chew and swallow the heavy log.

Lori managed to get it down and she went back in for more, licking at the opening hole as the next part of the log started pushing out. Christine didn’t have as much as she did, but this was a good start for her.  She would repeat the process of chewing and forcing herself to swallow.

“Good girl.”  Christine said, turning around and nudging the mutt onto her butt and laying on her belly as she started licking at her pussy.  The dingo’s belly would let out an angry sound as she gagged a little, it was clear that she or Lori wasn’t feeling their best.

“C-Chrissy, I think I’m gonna puke…” Was all that Lori could get out before heaving, her body shaking and lurching as a flood of bile, shit, and lunch rushed up her throat and out of her muzzle.  The mess splattered down her chest, belly and even splattering the dingo’s face; who at the hearing her friend, had opened her muzzle.

Christine felt and tasted the chunky, bitter, vile splatter hitting her tongue. The filth loving dingo caught all that she could and drank it as if she had been lost in the desert for ages.  The taste was almost too much for her, she heaved, tasting it and her own vomit before she swallowed it back down. Loir lovingly and sickeningly gave her two more good retches and waves of vomit that was happily swallowed and smeared into her fur.

Lori sat back a little, moaning as she felt her dingo lover going back to work, licking and lapping at the bile and chunks of shit and food clinging to her fur, even pressing some into her and against her clit.  The smell, the feeling and the fact that she was laying on her belly didn’t help how sick she felt.  Christine would gag and heave several times, fighting the urge to vomit as she got to her knees and nudged Lori onto her back.  From there she would pull her up, bring her lower half up onto her chest.

Lori’s eyes went wide at the sight of the dingo gagging again before her muzzle opened.  The surge of vomit that came out of her muzzle was far worse than what Lori had done. Large brown chunks would thud against her before sliding down her body.  Christine would take a breath, coughing a few times before another wave of gagging and heaving started.  This time Christine would use her thumbs to spread Lori’s folds before reaching again.

“Christine… Fuck, do it.” Lori whined out, know what was coming, “make me your puke bucket.”

Christine didn’t have to be asked twice as she opened her muzzle, a more watery, though still chunky flood of vomit sprayed out and quickly over filling Lori.  The gritty, stinging feeling of the vomit in her was too much for her, she came and hard.  Her walls would giver and push out some of the vomit, making room for more that kept coming out of the dingo.

Moments later, as the two came down from their highs, they looked at one another and the massive mess that they made.  “Ummm, wanna go wash off in the pond and then go get the fun toys?” Christine asked, getting up to her feet, burping and gagging again.

“I do.”  Lori said getting up and the two rushing naked and filthy to the pond to clean up a little before continuing their play time.