“Anybody know any scary stories?”
	“We don’t have to tell scary stories…”
	“Ooh, ooh, I do!”
	During a cool summer night, a group of cubs were circled around a campfire roasting marshmallows. A classic end to a day full of non-stop fun and excitement. Or at least it was supposed to be. 
	 “Nah, yours aren’t scary Trevor.”
	“You don’t think the Mothman is real?”
	“No!”
	“Y-yes!”
	“Moths are small and fluffy, I bet they don’t even bite!”
	Mark isn’t really an outdoorsy type. He was happiest when playing his SNES in the confines of his mosquito free, climate controlled, and comfortably upholstered bedroom. But his parents wanted him to get some “essential” fresh air and exercise so here he is. And after a day of sucking at sports, sucking at rowing a canoe, and so, so much sweating, he was looking forward to just stuffing his face with marshmallows. But then yet another problem reared its ugly head. 
	“The Mothman does more than bite. Every time he shows up, something bad happens! Like a forest fire, or a bridge falling!”
	“Are we gonna catch on fire if he shows up!?” 
	 “So, he doesn’t even hurt you? Just makes other bad things happen?”
	Mark winced and slipped a hand down to his moaning belly. His IBS was acting up, again. He had been anxiously waiting for the familiar feeling all day, just hoping it didn’t happen in the middle of panting through a soccer game or while barely keeping his head above water in the lake. It finally caught up to him during the one camp activity he actually wanted to do. Ugh.
	“I think falling off a bridge would hurt!”
	“You’re a beaver you’d just dive and swim!”
	“Oh yeah…”
	It would be too embarrassing to waddle away to the communal latrines in the midst of the group story time, they’d immediately know of the emergency at hand. Not to mention the ominous dark and twisted path to them, or how the latrines themselves had no light. It was a classic summer camp horror movie waiting to happen, and he’d be the 1st victim.
	Mark shivered against his rising cramps, squeezing his thighs together. Maybe he could just wait this out and go back with everyone else. It’s not too bad right now, and-hnng! Oh, Mark flinched and clenched at a sudden hard spasm in his lower belly. O-ok, even if a little gets on his undies h-he could just shower right afterwards! Y-yeah…he’s fine. “Hey Mark,” A tap at his shoulder. He turned to see Trevor pointing at the treat on his stick, which was now shaking in his grip. “You gonna eat that?” Mark frowned at it, perfectly roasted and probably ooey-gooey in the middle. But, he couldn’t risk it in his tumultuous tummy. He sighed and handed over his stick. 
	Trevor’s eyes lit up, well don’t mind he if does! But wait…when has Mark ever denied a snack? And why does he look so sad? “Mark?” He tilted his head. “What’s wrong?”
	“I have to…mmhf.” Mark ended with a blush on his face and a soft groan. He held his roaring guts, really, really, wishing he were at home in his own private, clean, well-lit bathroom.
	“Ohhhhh…” Trevor was well aware of his friend’s issue. A certain museum incident gave him firsthand knowledge. Good thing his best beaver buddy knew how to get him to safety. Trevor stood up and found his clearest loudest voice to announce: “I gotta poop!” 
	Suddenly the discussions of monsters and myths broke into “ewwws!” and boyish laughter. Mark smiled, his own predicament seemed a little less embarrassing, though still just as urgent unfortunately. Trevor pulled a flashlight from his cargo shorts pocket. Contrasting his boar pal, Trevor loved the outdoors and always came prepared. “Mark, come with me in case the Mothman shows up.”
	“Ummm, Ok!” Mark didn’t think he’d be of much help in the off chance a mythical creature attempts to reap their souls, but there’s a chance he might survive and make it to the bathroom. 
	“Don’t poop your pants when he shows up!” A badger shouted after them.
	“T-tell us if you see anything weird!” A skittish bobcat pleaded. 
	“Yeah, if it doesn’t get you first!”
	Mark nervously chuckled along as they walked into the encompassing darkness. His stomach seemed to be just as scared as it gave him a moan and a sharp cramp. “Ooh…” He had to bend his knees on each step, he could feel an airy pressure pushing against his exit. “U-um, T-Trevor the, f-flashlight?” 
 	“Oh! I got it…bam!” With a quick flick of his wrist, Trevor aimed and fired his trusty flashlight. Immediately the path before them was illuminated. “No Mothman sneaking up on us!”
	Mark chuckled and breathed a sigh of relief.  “Thanks Trevor, I think you just saved my life.”
	“No problem! I actually have to poop for real.”
	“Really?” Mark felt flabbergasted to know that somehow their bathroom habits might be linked.
	“Yeah!” Trevor chuckled. “Maybe our butts are telepathic!”
	“Ugh…” Mark didn’t feel as upbeat about this potential revelation. The loud messy releases IBS cursed him with didn’t need an audience.
	Continuing on Mark let his guiding light take the lead down the path. Trevor took no issue with all the weird bugs and creepy looking branches that Mark flinched and took outsized steps around. The strange walk didn’t do his bowls much good, wet slick poots leaked out from every maneuver and the rest of his watery waste prodded for its turn to leave. He held the sides of his rump and took a stiffer knock-kneed walk.
	“Ummm, Mark?” Trevor looked back to see his friend lagging behind. “Am I going too fast?”
	Mark flinched, embarrassed to be caught half crumpled. “N-no, I-I’m fine!” He heaved and tried to force himself more upright.
	“It’s Ok.” Trevor gave a comforting smile and lowered his pace to walk next to his friend.
	It made Mark blush, it’s not like he was a baby, but it felt nice to have a friend so caring about an awkward problem. He tried to keep a steady pace for his friend anyway, after all Trevor had to go too, but it wasn’t easy. He gasped and cringed at every cramp and involuntary push, though soon enough the wooden door of their shared toilets finally came into view.
	“Hey, we’re here!” Trevor chipperly announced.
	“Hurry, hurry let’s go in!” 
	The door opened with a creek. Instantly the pair was hit with the scent of dust and rotting sewage. Mark groaned, a feeling of dread mixed in with his raging guts. Well, he wouldn’t have to worry about waiting on a free stall, because there weren’t any. It was like someone had cut holes across a bench and put toilet seats on them—a communal outhouse! No privacy and no plumbing, he couldn’t believe this would be his bathroom for the next 2 weeks. 
	“Woah, this place is kinda cool at night.” Trevor shined his flashlight around the room. The casted shadows and sounds of night crawlers gave the graffiti some new flair.
	“M-maybe to you.” Trevor shivered, he could feel his waste bubbling and churning inside him. “Mmm, ugh, I gotta go…” With little luxury to be found, Trevor stiffly walked over the open hole with the least amount dust or scratched in graffiti. 
	“Don’t poop your pants!” Trevor watched friend squirm while trying to line the seat with toilet paper.
	“I’m t-trying not to!” He panicked, hopping from foot to foot. Unfortunately, the toilet paper wouldn’t cooperate. The thin pieces floated off the seat with every gentle breeze from the boar’s arms. “Oh god…” Screw the paper, Mark could feel it coming. 
	He whipped his shorts to the floor and backed up to the seat. “Oh crap, oh crap!” His knees shaking, before he could even take his final step a wet fart bubbled its way through his cheeks. Following closely behind it was a sloppy jet of chunky hot brown liquid that splattered into the cavernous hole with an echo. “Oh my god…” Mark sighed, the most urgent of his pain subsided in one blast. His dripping butthole twitched at that familiar hot wet sensation, eager to empty the rest of its burden.
	“Woah…” Trevor gasped, taken aback by the violent expulsion he just witnessed. 
	“H-hey!” Mark’s bright red faced whipped towards his voyeur.
	“What?”
	“Don’t watch!”
	“I gotta make sure you don’t miss the hole or something!” Trevor said as he wiggled the light over Mark’s exposed backside. 
	“N-no you don’t! Just, just, turn it the other way ‘till I’m done!”
	“Fine, I gotta poop too anyway.”
	Mark felt some additional relief when that nosy light left his rear end. He could push out the rest of his load with some privacy…or as much as he could find in a communal bathroom. Still not as bad as it could be.
	His ear flicked at the sound of clothes rustling and the creaking of the toilet seat next to him. It was quickly followed by an airy fart and a sigh. Mark turned, horrified to see that Trevor decided to sit right next to him. “Trevor!”
	“What?”
	“You had to sit right next to me?!”
	“Oh, is that weird?”
	“Yes!”
	“Oh…” There was the sound of crackling and wispy gas from below. “Sorry, my…p-poop’s already…c-coming out.” Trevor huffed between grunts. 
	“Oh my god…” Mark sighed. He cringed as he listened to Trevor gently groan and push his solid log out. It sounded a little wet, just enough to smoothly slick its way through his hole. It almost made Mark jealous that he could have such a clean dump. 
	“Ah…” Trevor sighed as that initial log fell from his butt. “Are you done Mark?” He asked, noticing his friend didn’t make any movements since his own started.
	“N-no…” Mark mumbled. “But I can’t go…” His messy ring puckered in and out, too shy to let out the rest of his load.
	“You should just sit,” Trevor casually remarked back. “It makes it easier to go.”
	“No way, it’s dirty! I can’t believe you just put your butt on it.”
	“That’s what it’s for right? And it only gets dirty if you don’t use it right, like how your butt might drip on it.”
	“D-don’t look at my butt!” Mark sputtered. His cheeks clenched instinctively to hide his dirty wet butthole. He flinched feeling and hearing a squish.
	“If you sat, I wouldn’t have to see it.”
	Mark groaned, how did he get into a situation this stupid? “Fine.” He gave in and cringed as his backside finally met the toilet seat. It was a little cold, but otherwise didn’t feel too terrible. And the second he did a squelching sound echoed from the chamber beneath them, just as Trevor suggested it made his bowels less constricted. He huffed to push it along. 
	“See?” Trevor said with a smile.
	“Hmmm…” Mark grunted, feeling even more embarrassed over Trevor’s support. A very soft almost liquid stream of poop gushed from out of Mark’s back side. The flow ended with loud farts bubbling through the film of liquid waste staining his butthole. He flinched at the at the sound and feeling of it slapping out, that was way louder than he expected.
	“Nice one!” Trevor chuckled. “I think I can…do…a l-louder one!” He bet while squeezing his colon once more. His pink ring bulged out and expanded around the wide head of a log, he gasped out the feeling of it stretching his insides. “W-wait, it’s coming!” He groaned and gripped his knees as he continued to force the log out. Mark felt some morbid curiosity, wondering just how big of a log would make his friend push like that, and how it’d feel coming out. It’s been so long since he had a solid load that he couldn’t remember.
	“Ngnnnn…” Trevor’s crackling snake came to an end with rather short mild poot. “Ah!” He gave his colon a few more pushes, making his hole bulge and twitch, but alas he was empty. “Aww man!” He sighed. “Guess you win…”
	“But I don’t wanna win!” Mark chuckled. His silly friend could make a competition out of anything. He grunted for another push, only to come back with another ripping, dryer fart that echoed through the latrine box they sat on. He gasped feeling that explosive relief, before joining Trevor in a hearty laugh.
	“I can’t believe you don’t know how cool that is.” Trevor said as he reached for the roll of toilet paper.
	“It’s not cool when you get teased for it, or other people think you’re weird in public.” Mark responded in a less than cheery tone.
	“If I were you, that would just make me want to fart even louder! Scare away bullies, make those weirdos in the other stalls throw up!” He blew a raspberry for an example “Ahhhhhhh, argh, bwaaaahhhh!” 
	Mark laughed at Trevor’s impressions. Only Trevor could make him feel all giddy about his ‘gift.’
	The pair wiped up and washed their paws, feeling much lighter than when they first entered. Mark felt especially good, he managed to use the camp latrines with minimal embarrassment or traumatizing experience. Maybe camp won’t be that bad with his best friend around.
	 “Wow, look!” Trevor gasped as he shined the flashlight into the toilet holes. “Mine was so big! And yours looks like hot lava!” He giggled looking down upon their creations.’
	“Yuck, I don’t think I want to.” Mark shuddered just imagining what the gory mess below those seats. Not only their rancid waste, but those from the butts of hundreds of cubs before them.
	“You sure? It’s pretty gross!”
	“That’s exactly why I don’t wanna look. Come on, let’s go back before they eat all the marshmallows!”
	“Fine, we’ll be here for 2 weeks, I know you’ll look before we leave!” 
	“I don’t think so…”
	“Hey, do you think we’ll see the Mothman on the way back?”
	“You don’t believe he’s real, do you?” Mark asked. He was skeptical, but the mysterious dark made him nervous regardless.
	“Yeah, but he only shows up when bad stuff happens, and nothing bad happened.” Yet, Mark thought to himself. “Do you wanna say we saw him anyway?” Trevor asked with a mischievous smile.
	“Sure!” It’ll be nice to be on the other side of the tricks and teasing for once. The pair spent the rest of their walk back, thinking up the perfect scary story to keep their fellow campers up all night.