Last night at dinner, there was only one slice left of mama’s delicious, sublime, sweet key lime pie for two scrappy backwoods fox brothers, 12 and 8, to share. Being the petty cubs they were, they each wanted the whole thing for themselves. It was inevitable that angry threats and snarky retorts would lead to flying fists and gnashing teeth. It was also inevitable that mama and pa would quickly break them up and threatened that they’d both lose pie privileges if they kept fighting. With violence no longer an option, the pair put their last two boyish braincells together and came up with perfect way to settle this: a poop off.
	The brothers forewent their usual after dinner bathroom break and ate a hearty breakfast the following morning. By now their bowels were packed to the brim and more than ready for an emptying. The older brother grabbed one of mama’s many baking pans—sure she won’t miss just one—and headed back to their room, ready to kick this contest off.
	“Hey, let me go first!” The younger Carson protested seeing Chester drop the pan at his own feet.
	“Nope, I’ve been holding this crap in since yesterday!” He bent over to drop his briefs. 
	“Me too, and I gotta poop real bad!” Carson pouted at his brother’s chubby orange moon, no doubt he purposely lifted his tail to tease him.
	“You shoulda got the pan yourself shrimp.” Chester kicked his underwear away and sighed as he settled into a squat over the pan. 
	Carson felt a bout of curiosity rise in him, he’s never actually seen poop come out of a butthole before. He imagined it would be pretty gross…and maybe kind of funny. He laid on the floor behind the pan and brushed his brother’s tail aside for a better view of the main event. “Move your butt to the side!” Chester’s crack was aimed right in the center of the pan, there’d be no space for Carson’s doodies if he went there. 
	“Hey! Get off my ass!” He gave Carson a few swats with his bushy tail.
	“I gotta make sure you’re doin’ it right! Move your butt over or I’ll tell mama you were cussin!”
	“Fine you weirdo!” Chester shuffled over, putting his butt right over the side of the pan. He lifted his tail, giving his younger bro a full view of his parted cheeks, and if he looked close enough, his pink member peeking out just in front of his ballsack. 
Carson’s eyes went wide, seeing Chester’s silhouetted butthole start the tiniest wiggle. Seems like the show was about to start. However, he only got a got a silent foul puff of gas in his face. “Augh!” He groaned and scuttled backwards, holding his nose.
	“Hehehe, it was one of the quiet ones!” Chester fanned the fumes back with his tail.
	“That smells like a dead rat!”
	“Still smells better than you.” Chester gave a soft grunt as he pushed again, this time to meaning to drop some logs.
Carson watched his hole twitch with anticipation. He couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of the ring gently stretching outwards and falling back…and stretching again, and falling back again…and again… “Are you goin’?” He asked with a tilted head.
	“I am, shut up!”
	Carson watched his hole push and shudder some more, before ultimately contracting back in. “It don’t look like it…”
	“Shut up, I’m pushin’ it!” Chester’s face gained a shade of pink. He wasn’t used to doing this with an audience.
	Carson could hear his brother grunt and see his body shake with each push, but still no result. He could even hear the slimy wet waste snaking back and forth inside Chester’s guts each time. That poop was so ready to come out, and so was his. “Come on Chessy, I gotta go too!” Carson whined. He leaned up and clenched his cheeks, his rear end was threatening to do the same as his brother’s.
	“Well I can’t go if you keep talkin’, so hush!” Chester closed his eyes and focused. He can do this, he’s no punk. It’s just taking a crap, nothing he hasn’t done a hundred times before. He huffed and pushed harder, no wimping out this time. 
	“Ooh! I see it comin’!” Carson inched in closer, seeing the brown tip of a log finally breach his brother’s expanding asshole. “Eww, and it’s stinky.”
	“Oh shit…” Droplets of urine sprinkled the carpet in front of Chester. He pinched his foreskin shut and stopped pushing. The head of his feces quickly disappeared back inside him, though not before leaving a stain on the insides of his cheeks. 
	“Aww, why’d you stop?”
	“Quick, gimmie a cup!”
	“Huh? Why?”
	“Cause it’s pushin’ my piss out too! Now hurry!” 
	“Oh, Ok!” Carson got up and ran to the kitchen.
After pushing the head of his log out and giving his colon that tease of release, the rest of his waste was all too eager to follow it. “Mmm, h-hurry up Carson!” He yelled out. He grunted and sucked in his stomach trying to keep his backed-up bowels contained.
“I’m back!” Carson came running, er, galloping in with a glass.
“What’s wrong with you?” Chester asked while snatching the glass from his paws.
“Running made me have to poop badder!” Carson winced and held his stomach while slowly getting back down to the floor.
“Dammit!” Chester fumbled and dropped the glass. “Ooh…” He groaned while reaching out for it. This position put more pressure on his lower intestines, he could feel the mass inside of him sliding ever so closer to its exit.
“Woah, Chessy! Your butthole’s poppin’ out real fast!” Carson watched in awe as his brother’s hole stretch and shrink rapidly while fighting to keep those logs in. It almost seemed in tune with a heartbeat.
“Agh, oh-h-ho shit!” Chester finally grabbed the glass and slipped his dick inside. Immediately he gave a loud grunt and the wide head of a shit log burst through his elastic hole. He flinched, the feeling of being stretched so wide so quickly overwhelmed him. He froze with the thick log halfway out of him.
Carson gasped at the sight, and then started hacking his lungs out from taking in a breath of a pure stench. Chester gripped his knees and took a breath to keep pushing. His eye twitched as the fat log slugged its way out of him, stretching and dragging along his insides. He never took a dump this thick, and the struggle in an odd way felt kind of good. Just a few more inches slid out of him before it broke off, curled inside the pan. He let out a blustering exhale. “Oh…my ass…” He sighed in between breaths.
“That was huge!” Carson exclaimed astonished. “But mine’s gonna be bigger.” He watched the head of shit sticking out of Chester’s butt as it quivered in and out with every breath, wondering if there was another giant mass waiting to come out. 
“Wait…I got more.” Chester huffed and started another push. The rest of his waste wasn’t as wide, he easily pushed the narrow logs out, aided by wet bursts of gas held deep in his colon. “Whew…that felt real good.” He said with a satisfied smile.
“You done?” Carson asked, his ears perking up.
“Wait…” Chester grunted, flexing his asshole a few more times with nothing else following. “I’m done…no, wait!”
“More?!” Chester grunted one more time. Carson watched his anus fluttering once again, only for a loud trombone sounding fart to blast through. “Ewwww!” The two shared a laugh over the foul burst. “You done now?”
“Wait…” Chester bounced at his knees, making his rump and boy bits jiggle and shake.
“Chessy come on!” Carson protested through giggles. “I gotta poop!”
“Just gotta shake this one out!” Chester chuckled and bounced faster, sticking his tongue out.
“Ooh!” Carson clenched, feeling a sudden pressure move to his butt. A silent slick fart slipped from between his cheeks, the pressure subsided slightly, but he knew it would come roaring back. He staggered back to his feet, squirming his hips as he stood. “Chessy!” He pushed on his brother’s shoulder. “I really gotta go!”
“Alright, alright, I’m finished.” Chester stood back up and stretched, his legs and back were sore after squatting for so long. He turned back and grinned at his masterpiece in the pan. “Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo! Look at how much crap I made! Try to beat that, shrimp!”
“I will!” Carson said with an air of determination while stepping out of his briefs. He stepped over the pan, got on his paws and knees, and backed his butt over the empty side of the pan. While not chubby like his brother, mama’s cooking still gave him a sizable rump, and he took care to make sure it was aimed correctly. “Hoo!” The position squeezed his bloated colon, a log turtle-headed out of his hole. 
“Damn, your crap’s already stickin’ out. Looks smaller than mine though.”
“I told you I had to go!” 
“Well go ahead, push it out so you can lose.”
“Wait…” He grunted. His exposed turd shimmied as he sucked in his stomach and arched his back trying to reel it back in.
“What’chu doin’? I thought you had to go.”
“I…d-do!” He blurted while straining. “But m-maybe if I…h-hold it in longer…the poop’ll be…b-bigger.”
“You dummy!” Chester laughed. “Crap doesn’t work that way!” Carson kept straining, undeterred. “Your head’s gonna pop if you keep doin’ that.”
Still, Carson pushed himself to hold it in. Chester has the natural advantage of a bigger stomach, his poops are probably always that big. If this had any chance of helping him win that sweet, sweet pie, so be it. 
“Ah…my tummy…” A rather harsh cramp was growing in his lower intestine. His body tried harder to push his waste out of him to relieve it. He squeezed his thighs together as his hole winked over the log’s head.
“Just give it up before you hurt yourself shrimp.”
“N-never!” Carson’s face contorted and grew red from the struggle. He said ‘never,’ but he was quickly realizing he didn’t have much of a choice anymore. The cramping reached a fever pitch, the pain was so intense he felt himself going numb. “Ooh…I can’t…” He pushed his hips forward to the floor in akin to an ‘upwards facing dog’ pose, grunting and clenching his cheeks hard in a last-ditch attempt to hold it in. “Hmph…oh no!” It still wasn’t enough. He could feel the soft wet mass squeezing through his clenched rear. 
Carson quickly swung his butt back over the pan just as a log erupted from his ass, accelerated by moist bubbly farts. He moaned, so much soft warm waste rushed out of him without even having to push. He shook with relief as the initial flow slowed to a stop. He gave himself a moment to breath, letting parts of the log still in his ass slowly drop into the pan.
“Aww geez Carson, that stinks!” Chester held his nose. “Smells like a skunk crawled up your ass and died!”
“S-still smells better than you.” Carson started another push. A stream of pee sprayed from his downward pointed cock as more fox dung slithered from his parted cheeks. His logs were nowhere near as wide as his brothers, leading to a fast pleasant release. A relaxed smile grew across his face. It felt so good to keep pushing he was disappointed when his guts were finally emptied.
“That all you got?” Chester asked, unimpressed.
“Um…” Carson strained, pushing with all his might but only getting tiny fart bubbles and dribbles of pee. “Wait, I feel a little somethin’!” He then giggled while shaking his butt.
“Yep, looks like you’re done shrimp.” Chester declared smugly. “And I win!”
Carson got back up, feeling good to be empty but ready to be disappointed when he turned around. At least he had fun… “Huh?! What are you talkin’ bout, I won!” Looking at his side of the pan, his poop-pile was clearly bigger.
“Naw, look at mine, it goes higher!”
“No, mine goes higher!”
“What? That part’s mine!”
“Nu-uh, all of this is mine!” Carson said, while circling his part of the pan in the air with his finger.
“You’re either stupid, a cheater, or both. This part is all mine, and you’re prolly both!” Chester responded by making his own shape.
Carson narrowed his eyes. Both of their poops looked pretty similar and despite their best efforts, they still touched each other in many places. He couldn’t make a definitive statement on which was or wasn’t his. But, he knew who could help. “I know.” Carson picked up the pan, squinting and holding the foul contents away from his face. “I’ll ask mama who she thinks won. Mama!” Carson called as he ran out of the room.
“What?! Carson you dummy, don’t show her!” Chester chased after him, both of the boys ran around the house bottomless and unwiped.
As it turns out, mama didn’t help much to decide who won. In fact, it seemed by her gagging and shrieking that she wanted as little to do with this contest as possible. Pop on the other hand found the situation funny, perhaps that boyish interest in the grossest of topics, but still punished the naïve brothers for ruining the pan and overall degeneracy. Suffice to say, neither of them got any pie either. Maybe next time they’ll be more amicable and just agree to split it.