*Knock-knock*

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*Knock-knock-knock*

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*Knock-knock-kn-* 

“Shut the fuck up, I’m coming!” The angry preteen gator yelled from his couch. Butch took a moment to shove the last few chips in his mouth before balling up the bag and tossing it across the messy living “room.” In the small trailer, really every space was all the same “room” with false dividing walls giving some sense of a proper floor plan. As long as Butch didn’t have to see or hear his gross dad open-mouth snore through another beer coma, it was home sweet home.

He begrudgingly rose from off his back and wiped his oily green scaled claws on his sweatpants. “[i]Mmf[/i]…” He put a claw to his rotund stomach, changing positions shifted a bit of pressure in his guts. He leaned over and barely had to push for a bubbly [i]PPPPBBBBHTTTT[/i]. “[i]Mmh[/i].” He let out a soft satisfied grunt and felt a sense of pride at the rancid smell that reached his nose. That certainly would’ve pissed off his dad.

*Knock-knock-knock*

“I said I’m coming!” He grumbled, annoyed at this unexpected—and [i]unwelcomed[/i]—guest interrupting his Saturday wrestling. He hoped they at least heard that impressive fart. He stood up, a claw slid underneath his tank-top scratching his jiggly chest, and lazily shuffled over to the door. Barely 8 feet away, but it sure felt like 100 to him.

*Knock-knock-knock-kno-* Butch grabbed the knob and angrily swung the door open. “Didn’t I just fuckin’ say-” He stopped himself upon recognizing the guest who stood in his doorway, his chubby, smiling, bucktooth brown beaver-boy classmate, Trevor.

“Hi-” He barely managed to finish that syllable before the door slammed shut in his face. “Hey!” Butch headed back to the couch, he didn’t need his Saturday interrupted by a reminder of school. [i]Especially [/i]not such an annoying one. “Come on, you don’t even know why I’m here yet!” 

“Don’t care.” 

“But you get to light stuff fire!”

Butch paused, an eyebrow raised. “Like a house?”

“No, but rockets are way cooler to light!”

Excitement vanquished. “Don’t care.”

“Hey, remember that time I helped you with your homework? You still owe me!” 

Butch cringed, getting hit with that extremely rare, unsettling feeling of guilt. Stupid, pussy emotions. He sighed, he was almost at the couch. “Alright, [i]fine[/i].” He groaned, turning back around.

“And if you don’t come back, I’ll keep knocking until your head explodes!” *[i]Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-kno-[/i]*

“Jesus, I said alright!” Butch shouted, swinging the door back open. 

“Hi Butch!” Trevor piped, just as horribly cheerful as before.

“What do you want?” The gator responded flatly. 

“[i]Sooooo[/i], I just got this new rocket,” Trevor started, holding up the launch pad to an unimpressed Butch. “And I was testing it out, and it works! It flew [i]suuuuuper[/i] high! …But it landed in the junkyard and now I can’t find it. You know the junkyard really well, you wanna help me look for it?”

As much as Butch [i]really[/i] wanted to tell this annoying hyperactive nerd to off himself, he held his tongue for one of the few dorks in school to give him the time of day while [i]not[/i] under duress. “…Fine.”

“Cool!” Trevor said with a bounce and flap of his tail. “After we find it you’re gonna love lighting it!”

Butch blinked. It felt…[i]odd[/i], for someone to be excited to spend time with him. Like a weird fluttery feeling in his stomach…or maybe it was gas. Holding a straight face, he gave his guts a push and out followed a thunderous [i]FFFRRRRUPPPPT[/i]. 

Trevor flinched and went wide-eyed, finally making Butch break into a snicker. Though that paused in shock when Trevor himself broke into a full belly laugh. “[i]Wooaaahhhh, [/i]that was huge! [i]Oh-[/i]” He covered his nose. “And you [i]stink[/i] dude!”

Butch chuckled, there’s that satisfying disgust. “I once made my dad throw up.” He noted with pride.

“Woah, really?! Bet I could make a bigger one though!” Butch’s eyebrows rose as Trevor clenched his paws into fists, stuck his tongue out, and bent his knees into a hunch. [i]PPRAAT…BRUUPPP…FRRRAAAAAPPPP! [/i]“Ah…” He sighed.

“Jesus…” Butch said, taken aback.

“Yeah, I usually get really gassy after breakfast.” Trevor smiled on that bit of his own trivia.

“Oh [i]god![/i]” Butch coughed and waved fanned the air. “Smells like you shit yourself!”

“Nah, I haven’t done that since I was like 4. But it did feel [i]kinda[/i] wet at the end.” Trevor giggled.

“Oh fuck, [i]euch![/i]” Butch gagged, not finding the rotting stench of sulfur quite as funny. “How the fuck are you worse than me!? Move, [i]move! [/i]Get away from my house! [i]Euuuch![/i]” Butch pushed the chuckling beaver away from the trailer before he could soil anymore of his air. And thus, the pair’s adventure gracefully began. 

The trailer park was right next to the junkyard, an unfortunate placement for the cheapest real estate in the city. Rough and tumble Butch however thrived among the mountains of trash, making it his own playground over the years. Plenty of stuff to smash, light on fire, and the occasional discarded appliance that could be reused with a little elbow grease.

“Woah,” Trevor took in the variety of items in the yard as the gravel road crunched under their feet. “There’s so much cool stuff in here.”

“Yeah, and it’s all mine so no touching shit.” Butch declared, feeling a bit territorial of his ‘playground.’

“Really, [i]aaaallll [/i]of it?”

“Yep.”

“What are you gonna do if I touch that?” Trevor asked, pointing at a rusted sink embedded in a trash mountain.

“Beat your ass.”

“And that?” Trevor pointed to a broken lamp opposite the sink.

“…Beat your ass some more.”

“And that?” Next was a deflated basketball.

Butch narrowed his eyes. “I’m gonna beat your ass [i]now[/i] if you don’t shut up.”

“Hmmm…” Trevor’s smile was unwavering, unafraid. Butch felt more of his blood start to boil. “But can you beat me up when I’m [i]this[/i] fast?” Upon that last word, Trevor took off running to the sink.

“Hey!” Butch ran after him, not one to be tested by some nerd. 

Despite their similar pudgy builds, Trevor was surprisingly nimble, easily darting from object to random trashed object with little concern for his finger’s hygiene. “I’m touching your shit, I’m touching your shit, I’m touching your shit!” He chanted merrily.

“Fuckin’…[i]stop![/i] You…dickhead…” Butch spouted between breaths struggling to keep up. All the activity was churning his stomach, already working hard to process today’s diet of junk food. A blush grew on his face as popping farts slipped from between his sweaty chunky cheeks on each step. Trevor’s chuckles only inflamed his frustration. “Come back here…asshole! [i]Ooh[/i]…” Butch put a claw to his lower belly, a cramp under his gut quickly extinguished his motivation. Those last few farts grew greasier and more muted as his feet finally slowed to a stop. “F-fuck it.” He admitted defeat, resting with his claws on his knees and clenching against that mild pressure. That little run churned up more than just gas, they better find this damn rocket soon…

“You’re not gonna kick my ass?” Trevor jogged over with a gentle pant.

“Fuck you.” Butch groaned, leaning up and stretching his back as that cramp pasted. “Where’s your rocket dumbass?”

“I dunno.” Trevor shrugged.

“Whaddya mean you don’t fuckin’ know?”

“The whole point of looking is ‘cause I [i]lost[/i] it.”

“Didn’t you see what part of the yard it landed in?”

“Ummm…nope.”

Butch groaned. “You’re so fucking [i]stupid[/i].”

“It’s more fun than being smart!”

“Whatever, let’s go look over here.” Butch walked over to a relatively low pile.

“Ok!”

Butch casually looked over the trash with jaded claws tucked away in his pockets. It was the standard busted open trash bags, some broken furniture, dirt, [i]boring[/i]. All the while that nagging pressure in his stomach reappeared again. He couldn’t believe he was passing up his Saturday wrestling to help some loser…who’s being really quiet for some reason. Butch turned his head and scowled at the blank bucktooth face standing less than two feet behind him.

“What?”

“The fuck are you doing behind me?”

“I thought we were gonna look.”

“I [i]am[/i] looking, you go look over there.”

“Nu-uh, you’re just standing here!”

“This is how I look! You want your rocket so bad, go crawl through that shit yourself!”

“Alright, jeez!” 

As Trevor walked around the pile, Butch gave his guts a push, and a squeaky bout of gas oozed from his hole. “Damn, I should’ve farted before you moved.” He said, trying to distract himself from how unsettlingly [i]warm[/i] that felt.

“[i]Grooooss![/i]” Trevor chuckled. “Wait, wait, [i]hnnnng![/i]” Already bent over to survey the pile, he raised his tail and grunted. A loud [i]BRUUUMMMMPFFT [/i]vibrated his buttcheeks sounding like a rusty trumpet. “[i]Aaaaah[/i], that felt good.”

“W-what the fuck?!” Butch broke into a semi-disturbed laugh over the [i]power[/i] Trevor’s hefty rump seemed to hold.

“If you think it sounded great, just wait till you smell it!” Trevor used his tail to flap the noxious cloud in Butch’s direction.

“Aww fuck, no, [i]no![/i]” Butch skittered back, surprised to find himself laughing at such a gross display. How could a nerd [i]out fart[/i] him?!

The pair spent some time surveying the general area, Trevor putting in much more effort than Butch, who rather quickly concluded that the rocket was nowhere to be found in this section. Though he did find a discarded backscratcher, good for poking through stuff, maybe he could use it to mess with his dad later.

“C’mere rocket, rocket, rocket…” Trevor chanted as stepped through trash, as if calling for a lost pet.

[i]What a dumbass. [/i]Butch rolled his eyes as he squatted before a pile of clothes. He used the backscratcher to aid him in his side mission of hopefully finding a wallet in one of the pockets. “[i]Mmhf[/i]…” In his position, a bubble of gas too easily found its way through his guts and pressed against his hole. All it took was a gentle squeeze for that bubble to finally pop out. [i]Frrraaappfffff… [/i]It started out in a quiet duck-like squawk and petered out into a silent hiss. Butch sighed midway through it, that slick flow felt pretty nice tickling his ring on the way out. That peace was interrupted by a sudden cramp sinking in his colon.

“[i]Ugh![/i]” Butch snapped to his feet and clenched his cheeks together. His eye twitched and his shoulders rose towards his ears as he rose out those sharp pangs. “…[i]Ooh[/i].” He sighed, it only lasted for a few moments before winding down, but was jarring enough to leave him shivering. A pretty good sign to hurry the fuck up. “Hey dumbass,” He took casual steps over to Trevor, letting his body gradually readjust. “The rocket’s not here, let’s move already.”

“No wait, I didn’t finish looking through all the garbage yet! There might be cool stuff even if there’s no rocket. Here rocket, rocket, rocket…” Trevor continued through the trash, kicking over random detritus and bending down to peer over the junk.

Butch groaned under his breath, annoyed with this nerd’s persistence. He couldn’t help but notice how Trevor’s shorts and NASA underwear slipped down just beneath his tail, too much rump to be contained, exposing a generous amount of jiggly brown furred buttcrack. Butch looked at the pointed opposite end of the backscratcher and smiled, noticing a clear opportunity to protest his grievance. His backscratcher armed, he approached the still bent-over inspecting Trevor with a serial killer grin. One swing up and the backscratcher came flying down, embedding itself in soft beaver crack.

“[i]Aaaahhhh![/i]” Trevor flinched and shouted. His plump crevice held onto the backscratcher until he spun around, unlodging the weapon from its fleshy holster. “W-what was that?!”

Butch laughed, drinking in the panic on Trevor’s normally unbothered face. “I told you let’s [i]go![/i] You’re lucky I didn’t shove it all the way up your ass.” Butch let out more snarky guffaws as he went around Trevor to retrieve the backscratcher. But in his cockiness, he let his guard down and similarly bent over right in front of his foe beaver. Trevor too could spot an easy opportunity.

“[i]Yoink![/i]” Butch’s eyes went wide. He felt his sweatpants suddenly whip down the back of his legs, and cool air flood the intimate spaces of his rump and testicles. “[i]Oh-[/i]” Trevor cackled seeing a fat, green moon facing back at him. The sun shined off his scales and emphasized his chunky round shape, while the tight pink ring between them flickered with panic. Just the hilarious cherries on top. “Dude, where's your undies?!”

“I don’t need them cause I’m not a fucking baby!” Butch raged, yanking his pants back up with a bright red face. “I’m gonna fucking kill you!”

“[i]Woah![/i]” Trevor jumped back just in time to avoid a livid fist to the face. It did little to discourage him, however. “[i]Hehehe[/i], can’t catch me!” He hopped out of the trash and ran deeper into the junkyard, a furious gator in close pursuit.

“Stop running you little bitch!”

“Hey Butch, why are your balls so small?”

“Shut up!”

Even while powered by petty rage Butch found it hard to keep up. Round and round trash piles, darting left and right, Trevor’s unending pep proved to be a much more energy rich fuel. And just as before, Butch’s gurgling stomach decided it had enough running around.

“F-fuck!” A sharp stab tore deep into his guts. He quickly slowed to a stop as his shaking knees threatened to drop on him. Suddenly the opinions of his balls seemed so far away. 

By the time that wave started to wear down, he felt that spine tingling, greasy [i]squinch[/i] of a wet turd curling an inch deeper in his intestines, an inch closer to its exit. All the while the pressure of freshly slipped gas teased his puckering butthole. [i]Ugh[/i], he shivered, readjusting to that icky feeling. 

“Butch?” The alligator in question flinched as Trevor appeared from behind. “What happened?”

Butch held a straight grumpy face to mask his panic and gave his bloated colon a gentle nervous push. Two short [i]FLARRRP[/i] bursts slapped out of him, feeling a little too wet for comfort.

“[i]Pffffft, [/i]whaaaat? That was weak.” Trevor scoffed. “Check this out! [i]Hmph![/i]” He bent his knees and grunted. A sputtering fart managed to breathe life for a second before being abruptly cut off. “[i]Oh.[/i]” Trevor whipped a paw to his crotch. “I almost peed on that one.” He shamelessly admitted with a chuckle.

Butch snorted, taking enjoyment out of someone [i]else’s[/i] near accident. Though, it didn’t make him less keen on avoiding a full one of his own. “So, uhm, you find that fucking thing yet?”

“Uhhhh, nope.” Trevor said, shrugging. He clearly made no progress since being [i]interrupted[/i] just minutes ago. “But I do gotta pee now. Is there a bathroom here?”

“’Bathroom?’ Does this look like a hotel to you?”

“So what do you do when you gotta pee?”

“I just piss wherever I want, like a [i]real[/i] man.”

“Oh…cool!”

Butch’s eyebrows rose, surprised and disappointed to see Trevor’s eager acceptance, he just can’t break this damn nerd. He was outright [i]shocked[/i] however, to moments later lay his eyes on Trevor’s penis. “What the fuck?!”

“What? You said you pee wherever you want.”

“I-I didn’t mean right [i]next [/i]to me, dumbass!” Butch’s eyes flickered between meeting Trevor’s gaze, and his thick, uncut 2-incher.

“Why not? Didn’t want to find out my dick’s bigger than yours?” Trevor flashed a sly grin.

Butch recoiled like he was punched in the face. How [i]dare[/i] this little bitch nerd insinuate that, does he know what an alligator can do to him?! Butch channeled all his reptilian strength and unleashed it in a raging red-faced “[i]Nu-uh![/i]”

“Prove it.” Trevor retaliated with a non-sealant confidence that nearly killed Butch. He lifted his shirt, baring a round pudgy belly and fupa without care. Moments later a golden stream spouted forth from his foreskin. “[i]Ah[/i]…”

Butch watched the display, mouth agape and steaming red. How…w-wha…w-where is his [i]shame? [/i]Where’s his fear? Trevor just casually smiled as he watered the ground, it’s like Butch wasn’t even there!

[i]FRRRRPPPPT[/i]. “[i]Aauuuggghhh[/i], there it is.” Trevor let out a throaty sigh in double relief.

Oh, that fucking [i]does it[/i]. Butch isn’t gonna be bested by some soft beaver bitch! He threw his sweatpants to the ground, not even flinching at the exposure of his sensitive parts to the world. He confidently grabbed his stubby uncut length and aimed, readying for a strong stream to put Trevor to shame…that’s gonna happen…[i]now[/i]…[i]right [/i]now…in a moment…

“Oh…it is smaller than mine.” Trevor chuckled as his stream started to thin.

“Shut the fuck up, it’s the same size!” Butch barked, thrusting his crotch closer to Trevor’s for a comparison. 

“Hmmm…” Trevor squinted at it.

“Fuck you, you can see it just fine!”

Butch’s green flaccid penis looked a similar size to Trevor’s with the naked eye, if not exactly the same length, just perhaps a little bit thinner. “Uhhhh, nope. I’m bigger.” Trevor declared as his flow slowed to a dribble.

“No you’re [i]not![/i]” Butch raged.

“Aren’t you gonna pee?” 

Trevor shook the lingering drops from his length and zipped himself back into modesty, leaving Butch alone in his nudity. All that anger fizzled back down to a burning self-awareness. “Y-yeah, s-shut up.” Butch flushed pink as he tried to concentrate. His bladder wasn’t exactly full, only enough for a brief casual stream. And each time he tried to give that flow an encouraging push, he felt his anus bulging between his cheeks, all too eager to release [i]another[/i] flow. 

“Why’s your butt all twitchy?”

“S-stop looking at my ass!” 

“You’re the one who pulled your pants all the way down, weirdo.”

“S-shut up, I'm tr-trying to piss!” The command had a panicked tinge feeling the log shove his hole harder.

“Aww, are you pee shy?”

The mix of patronizing sympathy and charmed in Trevor’s tone would’ve made Butch vomit, if only the contents of his stomach weren’t clawing its way to his other end. “No!” He spouted in the most boyish voice he could muster. With a new determination to piss like the [i]man[/i] he is, Butch clenched his rump eye-twitchingly tight and gave his bladder a proper push. A thin stream gingerly leaped from his hooded glans and splattered the ground with a light sprinkle. His solid load felt like a rock jammed against his closed anus.

Trevor looked at Butch sideways, the gator’s face was red with strain and wheezes escaped his throat on each breath. “Uh…you Ok?”

“…Y-yeah.” Butch barely rasped out as his brief stream quickly fizzled out. “O-oh shit.” He sent his claws to squeeze his quivering nude rump. The pressure in his guts quickly neared unbearable, just as much as relaxing his glutes would spell absolute [i]disaster[/i].

“Uhhhhh…”

“S-shut the f-fuck up! D…d-don’t look at me! [i]Agh[/i]…” Butch lowered his head and just grit his teeth as the cramp rode through him. Gas bubbles burned at the bottom of his stomach, and the waves of urgency made his sphincter push in sheer need. With his butt forced shut all that resulted was a brief additional spurt of piss, and a not-so-brief round of intense pain. “[i]Ugh[/i]…[i]fuck[/i].” He groaned, his entire body shaking as it passed, and the pressure let off his waste. All of that firm sludge in his rump eased away from his now grimy winking ring, and he was left with that heavy snake weighing down his insides. That was [i]too[/i] close, he can’t keep fucking around with this nerd.

“Uh…you still Ok?”

“Fuck you, I gotta take a shit.”

“Ohhhhhh, that’s why you were acting all cranky! You know Mark gets grumpy when he has to poop too-”

“Oh my [i]god[/i] you’re soooo fucking annoying. [i]Ugh[/i]…” Butch quietly groaned as he bent over for his pants, a silent fart slipping out of his spread rump. His slimy log inched back and forth through his insides like thick toothpaste, it made him shiver pulling his waistband back up. 

“You gonna poop out here too?” Trevor asked with a hint of curious excitement.

“Yeah, I got a place.” Butch said, taking no time in starting off towards said ‘place.’

“Your [i]own[/i] pooping place? [i]Oooooh[/i]…”

Butch furrowed brow at that sound of morbid wonder, why does Trevor…[i]like[/i] everything? Is he just impossible to piss off, or make scared, or cry, or something? But at the same time, a very tiny part of Butch kinda…[i]liked [/i]it. It was kinda nice to have someone who enjoyed his gross habits for once, and even [i]outdo[/i] him. Is…is this what friends are like? Hmmm, feels weird…or maybe that’s just gas…[i]FRRRUUUPP![/i] “Oh fuck…” Butch moaned, the short blast ended with a sudden squeeze in his rectum. Perhaps it’s better not to risk pushing anymore.

“[i]Ewwwww[/i] that sounded wet! [i]Hnnnnng![/i]” Not to be out done, Trevor grunted and gave his bowels a push. A rather disappointing, short sputter buzzed through his cheeks. “[i]Ah[/i]…jeez I think I need to go too.”

Butch turned a skeptical eye. “Are you fucking with me?”

“Uhhhh no?”

“Yes you are! You’re copyin’ all the stuff I do to piss me off!”

“No, I’m being for real! I had a ton of waffles and bacon for breakfast and now I can feel it in my butt!”

“Ugh, gross.”

“And this always happens with Mark too! Whenever he has to go, I have to go too! Well, only sometimes. He usually has to go a lot more than me…and he’s way smellier.” Trevor added with a giggle.

“…You’re fucking weird Trevor.”

“Aren’t we all?”

“Not as much as you dude.”

The pair walked deeper through the junkyard, passing a rainbow variety of trash, dirt, and unrecognizable debris. Trevor paused occasionally to survey a pile for his lost rocket, a goal that Butch had thoroughly given up on, before running to catch up empty handed. After a short while, they had finally arrived at what seemed to be Butch’s ‘place.’ “Aw shit…” The gator sighed.

“Are these…toilets?” Before the pair were scattered, jagged pieces of porcelain in a small dirt clearing between mounds of trash. Some of them were in large enough pieces to resemble portions of a toilet bowl, or a standing chunk of a toilet’s base.

“Yeah, they were…I’m so fucking dumb.”

“What happened to them?”

“I got bored last week and started blowing ‘em up with firecrackers…some of them still had my shit in…it was pretty funny…” A brief prideful smile graced his lips at that memory, only to quickly give way to a scowl. “[i]Ugh[/i] I gotta shit, [i]fuck[/i].” He rasped, sending a claw to his rump as a cramp started to rise again.

“Me too, [i]hmmmm[/i]…oh![i] [/i]Maybe we can glue them back together?”

“We don’t got glue dumbass, [i]augh[/i].”

“Oh yeah…” Trevor watched Butch hold his rump while his bent knees shivered. “Uh oh, is your poop poking out your butthole?”

“Sh…sh-shut up.”

“Hmmm…” Trevor looked around for any possible alternatives to save his friend. Maybe a [i]mostly[/i] intact toilet bowl? Or even a regular bowl? Or a pot? …If not those, finding his rocket would still be cool. He paced around the mounds of trash, finding neither a pot, pan, bowl, nor rocket. But, he gasped upon finding something that might be [i]even[/i] better. “Butch come quick!”

“I can’t come quick, I’ll shit myself.” Butch’s voice grumbled from somewhere behind the trash.

“Well…come slowly! I found something we can use!”

“[i]Auuuggghhhhhh[/i]…” Butch announced his hunched shuffling arrival with a groan of annoyance and agony. He met Trevor’s eager grin with a mopey grimace.

“Look!” Trevor gestured to the giant tractor tire laid upon the ground. “You just gotta sit on it, and kinda hang your butt over the middle!”

Butch’s brows rose. “Oh shit, you actually did something smart!”

“I dunno what we’re gonna wipe with though…”

“TP’s for pussies. Go wait behind some trash, I gotta shit.” He shoved Trevor aside and quickly stepped to his new ‘toilet’ as the peak of cramp raged through his colon. He found it hard to keep his feet still for the mere second it took to whip his pants down. “[i]Oh[/i]…” He groaned, just exposing his rump again gave him an early sweet sense of relief. He shivered as he finally crunched down and took a seat on the side of the tire, making sure to sit back far enough to hover his deep green crevice over the opening. The warm, flimsy rubber bowing underneath his hefty rump shivered with him, and he had to lean far forward over tense legs to avoid it collapsing completely under his weight. Not as comfortable as his erstwhile toilets, but alas as his winking anus was close to turtle heading, he didn’t have much of a choice. “[i]Hoh[/i]…” He sighed as he finally gave his tight, aching insides the push it longed for. [i]Pffffttttttt[/i]…A long silent fart hissed through his twitching hole. Following closely behind it, a thick log pressed through his walls on the satisfying slither down. Oh [i]yes[/i], this massive, [i]fat[/i], dump is gonna feel so fucking go- “What the fuck?!”

“Huh?”

Butch jumped feeling a pair of soft, warm, squishy mounds press against his butt. The thick turd, and all the sharp pressures it held hostage took a painful pause. Butch strained his neck to see what exactly had just touched his ass, and of course, found the usual nerd. “What the fuck are [i]doing?![/i]” He bellowed at Trevor.

“I have to go too! [i]Mmfh[/i]…” Trevor leaned back, feeling a ready twinge from his ring. It was made for a tight fit over the hole with their tails pressing against each other. “Could you scooch back a little?”

Butch seized, horrified, upon feeling the strain of Trevor’s push reverberate through his soft flesh. “Get off you dickhead!” He said, twisting around to shove at Trevor’s shoulder.

“Uhhhh…I c-can’t.”

“[i]Augh![/i]” Butch grit his teeth, that log was starting to bulge out his hole, and more slick farts bubbles teased him to push. “Get [i]off![/i]” He commanded again, desperation making his voice raw.

“I can’t, it’s already coming! [i]Nng[/i]…” A small fart from Trevor buzzed both of their thick rump cheeks, and to add to Butch’s disgust, he could also feel the subtle movements of Trevor’s glutes opening around the girth of his dump.

“Oh my god…” Butch groaned to himself and his knees started to shake. His anus winked and squelched over the progressive tip of his log, the pressure behind it was absolutely unbearable. “Fuck, fuck, [i]moooooooove![/i]” He yelled with a burning red face.

“C…c-can’t…[i]aah[/i]…” Trevor’s glutes tensed as a wide log stretched his butthole wide and finally descended from his split cheeks into the hole. Firm, moist, rancid, it took a bit of work to initially accelerate, but his turd gained momentum and turned into a smooth, pleasant flow through his walls. It crackled and curled underneath the cave of the boys’ pressed butts, the heat radiating from it laid a gentle warmth on their backsides. Butch could feel the muscles along Trevor’s back gradually transition from a strain of effort to a shiver of relief as that first rope of scat traversed through his hole. “[i]Oh[/i]…[i]phew[/i].” Trevor sighed when the end of his log fell out of his winking hole.

The disgust, the horror, the pressure, the [i]enviable[/i] relief, it was too much. It made Butch’s head spin and the grip of his rectum weaken, he can’t take it. “[i]Ah[/i], oh s-shit…” He groaned, bracing himself as the tip of his log completely forced open his hole. Much greasier than Trevor’s breakfast load, it easily continued to slide through his insides, propelled by gravity and corked gas. Red stung both of his sets of Butch’s cheeks, stunned that he was doing this [i]ass-to-ass[/i] with the most annoying nerd on the planet, and unable to stop it. Any attempts to clench just resulted in an urgent twinge so harsh it winked his ring right back open. He swallowed his pride, his panic, and hunkered down to give his body that long begged for push. That soft turd accelerated, suddenly rushing through him so fast it made his toes curl. Tiny popping toots embedded in the log dusted both boys’ fat cheeks as it quickly coiled beneath them.[i] FRRPPPPT![/i] “[i]Augh![/i]” Butch’s first load blasted to an end with a deep bassy fart, and a guttural groan of relief. Just the first log, and his insides were already felt lighter.

“Woah! That made my butt shake!” Trevor chuckled. Butch’s eye twitched feeling Trevor’s crack shift upon his heaves, a rather rude awakening out of his dump bliss. “I bet I could make a bigger one! [i]Hnnnnng![/i]” Trevor’s effort was immediately rewarded by a small airy fart to tickle their cracks, which itself was soon followed by a second log crowning through his hole. It was easier to push, only a gentle squeeze from his colon required for its smaller, softer girth. It slid through him like butter and sloppily plopped onto the growing scat spile. “[i]Ah[/i]…aww, that one was weak.”

“You’re so fucking gross dude.” Butch said with a deep disgust from his chest.

“Nu-uh, you stink [i]waaaaay[/i] more than me!”

“I mean you’re gross for putting your nasty ass against mine. You’re lucky I had to shit so bad, or I would’ve beaten you into the ground.”

“What? How is this gross? Mark and I pooped at the same time like this before, it’s not like we’re [i]touching[/i] the poop or anything.”

“…What the [i]fuck?[/i]”

“It happened on this class trip to museum, and he had got diarrhea and-”

“Nope, nope, shut the fuck up, I still gotta shit.” Butch shook his head as if he could shake that visual, or this [i]moment[/i] out of his memory. Butch gave another push and felt the start of another movement in his guts. His remaining waste came out as a couple of short, mucus-y dung ropes, popping through his hole with sloppy wet squelches. They slid out of his hole like dessert, feeling so sweet and easy through his rump they made him huff. After they passed, Butch strained to make sure his system was completely empty. “[i]Hmph…[/i]” His ring flexed outward with effort, but only produced a measly quarter sized scat-ball. A few more anal winks, and Butch sighed. Finally empty.

“[i]Ewww[/i], smells like rotten eggs!”

“Fuck you, by the way your ass was moving you shat way more than me.”

“I always poop a lot but it never smells [i]that[/i] bad! And…[i]mmh[/i], I think I still got a little bit more…[i]hnnnng![/i]” Butch cringed, feeling Trevor’s glutes dimple and tense against his. He could hear the small, muted crackles of a mini log pumping out of Trevor’s butt, and the subsequent unencumbered hiss of gas through his hole once it fell. “[i]Hnnng, nnnrrg![/i]” Butch could also feel those exaggerated pushes and spreading of Trevor’s rump, his anus dipping in and out for those final colon checks. Alas, Trevor was finished as well. “[i]Ah[/i]…I’m done.” He sighed.

“Me too…” Butch mumbled, ashamed to echo the sentiment. His guts were sufficiently empty and stretched out, and his insides tingled with that post relief glow. His face burned red…he [i]hated[/i] how comfortable he felt in the moment, ass-to-ass with that [i]freak[/i]. Soft, cozy, and warm inside and out…[i]god[/i]. For the first time in his life Butch wanted a shower. 

“Hey Butch?”

“What?”

“What are we gonna wipe with?”

“…Nothing.” Butch put his claws on the side of the tire and pushed himself up onto stiff legs. “TP’s for pussies…[i]augh[/i].” He groaned as he stretched his back, shamelessly popping his nude flaccid bits forward.

“So, you’re not gonna…” Trevor watched as Butch bent over for his sweatpants. As Butch’s hefty cheeks parted, Trevor could see the grimy mess coating his ring. “[i]Ewww[/i], your butthole’s all dirty!”

“Stop looking at my ass!” Butch whipped his pants back up, trying his hardest to ignore the [i]squish[/i] between his rump.

Trevor looked around the surrounding trash for anything to wipe with, naively hoping someone threw away a nice cushy pack of toilet paper…or alternatively catching a glimpse of his rocket, but only found broken pieces of old furniture and appliances. Perhaps on a day he’s feeling braver it would’ve made a useful substitute…but not today. He popped himself off the tire, unwiped, and turned to survey their work. “Woah! My dump’s waaaay bigger than yours!” Trevor pointed at the larger lumpy pile on his side with glee.

“Yeah, yeah, congratulations weirdo.” Butch huffed and rolled his eyes, pretending he wasn’t disappointed in being outdone.

“I wish there was a contest, I would totally win…” Trevor bent over for his NASA branded briefs and begrudgingly pulled them up his legs. He tried to be careful sliding them into place, but inevitably the fabric got caught in his muddy crack as he stood up straight. “[i]Oh! [/i]…Aw man, I think I just ruined my favorite undies.” He whined.

“Don’t be a pussy.” Butch said with a smirk. [i]Finally[/i], he wiped that goofy ass smile off Trevor’s face…kinda. He would’ve preferred more tears and some violence, but whatever, small victories.

“A pussy would still have clean undies…” Trevor mumbled, pulling his shorts up.

“Nah, cause you’re a pussy and your underwear has shit marks.” Butch chuckled, though the novelty of seeing Trevor whine quickly grew old. “Alright, I wanna go watch TV. Get the fuck outta my junkyard.”

“But we still gotta find my rocket!” Suddenly Trevor’s whining was less entertaining.

“[i]Ugggggh[/i], fine…” Butch groaned. A dirty ass, and still forced to work on the weekend.

The pair continued to scour endless piles of trash, Trevor continuing to put in much more effort, and continuing to talk much more too. By the time they reached the chain link fence bordering the opposite end of the junkyard, Butch found a quarter, an old lighter, and some old boxers to throw at his dad, but no rocket.

“Here rocket, rocket, rocket…” Trevor droned on, foraging through the trash.

Butch groaned under his breath. His homework help debt [i]has[/i] to be paid by now. He was officially ready to give up and leave Trevor in the trash, it’s where he belongs anyway. But then, something shiny caught his eye. “Hey dumbass.”

“Yeah?” Trevor paused from picking at an old computer.

“Found your rocket.” Butch pointed up. Entangled in the barbed wire at the top of the fence was a red and white plastic rocket, stupid thing couldn’t even clear the fence.

“Really?!” Trevor ran over, his tail flapping with excitement. “Oh my god, you found it!” He hoped for joy.

“Yep…that’s what I said.” Butch said flatly.

“But…” Trevor stopped jumping and his smile disappeared. “How will we get it down?”

[i]Pfffft[/i], ‘we.’ “You gotta climb up and go get it, duh dumbass.”

“But I mean, it’s all tangled in the barbwire. It’s impossible to get it without getting all scratched up.”

“You never cut barbwire before?”

“No…”

Butch hesitated, looking in Trevor’s dumb, innocent eyes. He truly hasn’t experienced the rough—and occasionally cool—life that Butch has, no wonder he’s all [i]weird[/i] and stupid. Butch sighed. Yeah, this is looking like a ‘we’ job. He bent over and retrieved a Swiss army knife from the side of his sneaker. He flipped out one of the blades and held it before the face of a gasping Trevor. “Watch and learn.” He held the knife and his teeth and started to scale the fence.

“Wow Butch, you’re like a super-spy!”

[i]Hmph[/i]. Butch chuffed as he climbed, he’s far cooler than a spy. He reached the top and came within arm’s reach of the entrapped rocket, sharp pointed ends of metal gripped it tightly. He gripped the knife and popped out the switchblade. Time to put his experience to work…

“Wait, wait, Butch!” Trevor yelled from below.

“What?”

“Won’t you get in trouble?”

Oh, how innocent. How stupid. “Who cares!” Butch yelled back. Now, back to work…

“Wait, Butch!”

The gator groaned. “[i]What?[/i]”

“What if you cut your hand?”

“Do you want your rocket or not?!”

“I do but…be careful!”

Now, without any more [i]interruptions[/i], Butch started cutting through the barbed wire. Many times, he had ventured into closed off places, or made himself an impromptu shortcut. Overtime, he had mastered the delicate acts of cutting through the spiky wire with the scars to show for it. In just a few minutes and nimble hand movements, the rocket was freed. 

“Alright!” Trevor cheered as Butch climbed down. 

Butch couldn’t help but smile to himself with pride, dumb beaver would be helpless without him. “Here’s your dumb rocket.” He said, holding it out to Trevor.

But Trevor immediately didn’t go for the rocket. “Thank you!” Butch flinched when he instead ran in for a hug.

“U-um, y-you’re welcome?”

“You wanna light it with me?” Trevor released him to excitedly ask.

“Uh…” Butch blinked, finding himself flustered. Why does he still want to spend time with him? He already has the rocket! W-why did Butch, [i]like[/i] the hug? And why does his stomach have that weird feeling again?! It’s not gas anymore! “W-well, you made me miss all my wrestling shows…”

“Oh, sorry…”

“So, I guess I might as well.” His look of indifference countered the blazing red on his face.

“Alright!”

“This better be fun, dumbass.”

“It will! I promise, you’re gonna love it!”