“Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord…” Raegan muttered. The entrance to their latrine were a pair of humble wooden doors, always staffed by a servant for emergencies like this. “Open it up!” She barked, quite literally, at the human waiting with a torch. He opened it without even flinching at the beast’s snarl, a near daily encounter for him.

“Raegan!” Gael trotted in front of her and blocked her path in a defensive stance. “You will [i]not[/i] enter without your group!”

She growled in response, her feet doing a mini dance in place. “Can’t you see I’m about to burst?!”

“You think you’re the only one feeling urgent right now?” As he said that, a wet, zipper -like fart ruffled his tail fur. He cleared his throat. “…Excuse me.”

“I think I’ll let it slide…[i]mmmfh[/i].” Raegan grunted, her dances paused as her body forced her into a squat. She grit her teeth, curling her tail under her rump, a cramp pushing so hard to relieve itself. She felt her ring get weaker with every twitch, she couldn’t hold it. “Oh, lord [i]oooh[/i]-” [i]PPPPPRRRRRRAAAAPPPP! [/i]“Oh!” She gasped, shivering, but grateful the warmth in her tunic was only air. “Gael, don’t make me ram you!” She threatened, still half curled.

“I frankly doubt you’re in the condition to…[i]mmfh[/i].” Gael lowered his head, shivering as he bared through a pang himself. “Admittedly…I’m not in the condition to receive it either.”

“We’re here, we’re here!” Announced Breagh as the rest of the group arrived. “Sorry for lagging again.”

“You better be!” Raegan barked.

Regis stepped over to the ailing Gael and placed a paw on his back. Gael blinked at his touch, a slight blush appearing on his face. “Thank you, Regis, I-I’m fine.” He snapped back to his composed demeanor and cleared his throat. “Now, we’re all accounted for, let’s waste no time heading in, and [i]please[/i] do keep up.”

Gael led the way down the stone spiral stairs into the cellar. Steps in, and they were immediately greeted with the scent of damp mildew and a tease of the foul septic aroma that would only grow stronger on their descent. Their massive forms cast ghostly shadows as they continued round and round past torches on the walls. The tapping of toe claws, popping gas, and strained breaths echoed through their journey. 

The stairs always seemed to go on infinitely during emergencies, but in due time they finally arrived at the former cellar. The room was somewhat small, large enough for the guardians and their three servants who helped each one undress and use their ‘latrine’—an elevated stone platform with a hole hovering over a bucket. The wolves would climb up the platform, squat over the hole, and let the poor designated servant clean out their release afterwards. The space was big enough to comfortably do their movements, but the horrid stale air did little to encourage a longer stay.

“Oh, thank [i]god[/i],” Raegan sighed. “I’m absolutely touching clothe over here!” She rushed towards the steps of the platform, the servants instinctively headed to her for a speedy undressing, but Gael stepped in between them.

“You selfishly left the group on your own, you have no right to skip everyone else who followed their proper protocol.”

“[i]Argh[/i], dammit Gael!” She took a shaky drop to her haunches, the only action keeping her solids inside. “If I ruin this tunic, I’m wearing yours tomorrow!”

“I have full confidence in your ability to be patient. Now, Artair, go ahead.”

“Wha…w-why me?” He asked, suddenly clenching mid gas puff.

“Your need appears to be the greatest.” Gael’s keen eyes picked up the subtle strains in his face throughout the evening. His ears and nose on the other hand, didn’t need to be so keen.

“No, no need,” He responded quickly, red faced. “A [i]true[/i] guardian can wait.” He said, flickering his eyes first to Breagh, and then to wolf squirming on her haunches. Even in her desperation, Raegan still found the ego to snap her teeth in his face.

Gael turned to the second youngest wolf. “Well then, Breagh, after you.”

“Oh, thank you, but I’m fine to wait, really.” She replied politely, tightening her stomach under her armor.

“Regis, be our guest.” Gael offered in vain.

As expected, the reserved wolf shook his head. “Maybe our leader should do the honors.”

A flattered smile appeared on Gael’s face. “I truly appreciate the gesture, but I’m sure my need isn’t the greatest.”

There was a brief silence as the pack looked amongst each other, save for the urgent gurgles in the air. Artair swallowed before tightening his sphincter and putting his chivalric face back on. “Please Breagh, in my place I insist-”

“Oh stuff it squirt,” Raegan’s voice made him flinch. “She’s a big girl and she’s said no. If all of you are just gonna stand there [i]frozen[/i] with chivalry, then I’ll take on the honorable burden of going first.” Raegan grunted standing back on her feet, keeping her insides so tight it arched her back.

“Yes, please go ahead.” Breagh encouraged with a shiver, a twinge in her stomach made her regret that decision. Regis silently nodded in agreement.

“O-oh, how b-brave of you.” Artair rolled his eyes, masking his panic as another silent fart oozed into his armor. 

“Since everyone approves, you may go.” Gael said, stepping back. The servants quickly sprung into action and flooded around her.

“[i]Ooooh[/i]…” Raegan winced, an impatient back leg hovering off the ground as she strained. “Hurry up, it’s about to slip out!” A warm, firm log made her anus bulge, and her compacted walls couldn’t reign it back in.

“[i]Ugh[/i], disgusting.” Artair scoffed, head tilted to Breagh. Though, Breagh seemed frozen with that distressed look again. He frowned, his cheeks growing warm. Maybe it was that last fart…

“[i]Auuggghhhh![/i]” Raegan droned, wispy air pockets hissed around her turtlehead. The humans worked speedily around her, first removing the outer royal-palate tunic, then each piece of the metal armor one-by-one, before peeling off that final layer of chainmail and revealing the dung widening her tailhole. All within 20 seconds, but it felt like an eternity to the writhing wolf. 

“Jesus, took you lot long enough!” Upon feeling the last weight leave her back, she trotted up the stairs to the latrine platform. A servant quickly ran behind her to place a bucket under the hole just as she spun around to squat. “[i]Ah fuck[/i]…” She swore under her breath, her crunched position forced the massive weight in her colon right up against her sphincter, it slid her log a full inch out of her trembling ring. With no clothes nor social etiquette swaddling her rump any longer, she was finally free to let [i]loose[/i]. 

“Lord I’m gonna…[i]e-explode[/i]…[i]ooooh[/i]….” The end of her sentence wavered into a moan as Raegan lifted her tail and gave her sphincter a badly needed push. That burgeoning turtlehead shoved forward with resistance, the full girth of her waste stretching her to her limits. “[i]Oooooh, [/i]it’s r-rippin’ me, [i]rrrnnggg![/i]” She grunted, baring down as that fat log accelerated through her hole, a [i]tight[/i], satisfying tingle rang through her walls, and a greasy crackling filled the small room. The log quickly transitioned to its moist, softer midsection and Raegan’s grit teeth transitioned into an open mouth pant. “[i]Ahhhh [/i]there we go…” It barely needed a push to keep going, it slid so easily out of her guts. “[i]Aaaauuuuughhhhh![/i]” She let out a visceral throaty grunt as the end of her log [i]flarped[/i] out of her and dropped into the bucket with a heavy thud. “Ohhhh, [i]yes! God[/i] I needed that.”

“O-oh dear.” Breagh commented.

“Absolutely [i]repulsive[/i].” Artair sneered in his most royal tone. Gael briefly held a look of annoyance on his face, but he peered at Regis who chuckled at the display, and switched to an unbothered stoicism.

Having a daily audience did little to give Raegan stage fright, in fact, seeing Artair’s scrunched, uncomfortable expression did quite the opposite. “Hey Artair,” she quipped. “This is how a [i]real[/i] guardian drops stone!” She grunted for another push, some small wet lumps of canine scat squelched from her now dirty ring in between airy farts. Another gloating, gratuitous groan of relief followed as she casually pushed for anything remaining in her colon. 

“W-well, I-I can o-outdo that…o-of course.” Artair sputtered red-faced, taking a brief glance at Breagh out of the corner of his eye. “B-but,” He snapped into a more regal stance. “A [i]real[/i] guardian doesn’t partake in such immaturity.” His heavy shiver contrasted with the forced look of seriousness on his maw. It was a struggle for him to stand still at this point, endless waves of silent gas and heavy squeezing near his tailhole tested his patience as his body aggressively tried to force his waste out. 

“I think you’ve had enough fun Raegan.” Gael said. He stood strong, masking the tight pressures inside of him. His toes scrunched against another fart pushing hard on his rump.

“[i]Ahhh[/i], it’s never enough.” she said with a sigh, pushing out those last puffs of gas. “Alright, have at it.” As soon as Raegan gingerly trotted down the steps, the servants went back into action, grabbing the bucket and quickly running off upstairs to dump its contents.

“Artair, you’re next.” Gael declared.

“I don’t understand this insistence.” Artair said, clenching so stiffly he could barely turn his neck to look at Gael. He nervously stiffened as Gael approached with a serious expression. He then scowled with sheer horror as Gael sniffed his rear, the same rear that only seconds earlier let a ripe cloud slip.

“I’m sure you understand.” Gael replied, exasperation written on his face. Behind him, Regis smiled with amusement.

“H-how i-incredibly rude!” Artair stuttered. He took steps to pivot his rump away from the older guardian but froze pressing his legs together when a heavy pressure prodded his hole.

“Much ruder to be subjected to it Fartie boy!” Raegan gave him one last comment before heading up the steps.

“One day you’ll be grateful for such care, [i]servants[/i].” Gael called with a single bark.

“[i]No![/i]” Artair snarled at the humans approaching. He tried to take on a lowered defensive pose, but keeping his insides at bay made it more of a trembling arch. “I-I’m fine,” He stuttered with a self-aware blush. “Breagh, p-please, after you.”

“Uh…” Breagh took note of the visible clenching on his face and decided she could wait. “You’re so kind but please, you came down ahead of me.”

“B-Breagh, I [i]insist[/i],” Artair encouraged, almost panicking as tried to duck under the humans’ hands. “I said, [i]stop![/i]” The servants paid his outbursts no mind, one grabbed him by his sides, another his neck, while a third started disrobing the ornery wolf. “Let me go! Don’t you know I’m a guardian?!” His resisting squirms resembled more of a potty-dance.

“You are indeed a guardian, so behave like one! [i]Nng![/i]” Gael’s anger triggered a stab in his stomach. Before he could even clench to stop it, a mild fart buzzed from under his tail. “Don’t prolong our patience!”

“As a guardian, I should have my commands respected!” Artair’s voice jittered from his struggles in the servants’ grip, they were in the midst of unpiecing his armor. “I-I don’t even feel the urge to-” Just then, a human’s hand landed extra firmly on his muscular flank. He flinched, his tail flickering up to let blow out a loud [i]FRRRRRRPPPPPPPPTRRRRrrrrptt[/i], ending with textured air pops. Artair froze stiff, he bit his lip and squeezed to prevent anything else from following that fart. “I-I’m…f-fine…” He hissed out. The servants took advantage of his sudden stillness and quickly removed his armor. The air teasing his creamy stomach fur only put more urgent tingles in his colon. An extra wet fart squelched its way out of his hole, sounding like pure grease.

“Oh dear…” Breagh mumbled.

One of the servants returned with a freshly cleared bucket under the hole. Once placed, the other two began pushing Artair towards the steps. “H-hey!” They forced his stiff legs to step, and he gasped when he felt the tip of his log finally poke through. “[i]Stop![/i]” He roared, snapping his teeth at their hands, finally provoking the humans to back away.

“Artair!” Gael bellowed. “Respect your staff!”

“I told them I wasn’t ready!” Artair snapped, crouching out of desperation and growling at the servants circling him.

Gael’s ear twitched hearing Regis chuff air out of his nose. The great white guardian stood off his haunches and made his way towards the cantankerous wolf. The humans took another generous step back as he approached, the tips of his ears could easily reach their chins, there was no stopping him if they tried. Artair quickly found himself looking up to the massive guardian’s red eyes, his stomach issues suddenly seemed far away. “U-um, R-Regis please-[i]hey![/i]” Regis easily used his snout to push the wolf towards the platform. “Wait, wait-[i]oh![/i] R-Regis-[i]ah![/i] Ok, I’m go-[i]ooh! [/i]Y-you’re gonna make it slip-[i]nng![/i]” Regis kept shoving him until Gael’s front paws landed on the first step. “G-good, l-lord…” Artair mumbled, shivering like a leaf. He slowly made his way up the steps, his back legs taking twisting steps to keep his load from leaving too early.

Breagh let out a few giggles at the display, the only heaves her throbbing insides could take. It was somewhat endearing to see Artair like this and gave her just the faintest sense of relief to see him getting his own. Very, very faint.

Regis returned to his perch next to Gael, who welcomed him with a professional nod of gratitude. “The assistance is much appreciated, I’ll remember your methods for the future.”

“My pleasure, that was fun…[i]ooh[/i].” He sighed while folding himself back down to his haunches.

“Everything alright?” Gael asked. Regis nodded, just a slight look of strain as his stomach twisted. “Shouldn’t be much longer…” Gael mumbled, reorienting himself to keep a fart from slipping out. 

Artair let out a few whines under his breath as he turned around in front of the hole, his legs trembling and his cramped ring growing tired under the pressure of his load. “O-oh god,” He commented, unfortunately meeting eyes with Breagh. She quickly looked away with a shy smile. “Sorry…” He preemptively apologized as he dropped into a squat.  

Instantly, greasy crackles errupted from his crowing tailhole. “[i]Ung![/i]” He grunted out, the head of his log burst from his rump with a ferocity he was unprepared for. It was so soft and warm, firmly expanding his tender ring and still gentle enough to feel [i]divine[/i] flowing through his insides. Just a few seconds in and his second tail had already grown to foot in length. He didn’t even need to push at that point, he relaxed his muscles and panted for a moment, letting gravity slowly pull that rope of waste until it broke off. The most urgent of his need satisfied, he could still feel lumps of waste hanging in his bowels. He closed his eyes and pretended Breagh wasn’t below, it barely took a push before another log slid through his tailhole. The latter portions of his scat grew wetter, slapping the bucket with a sound increasingly similar to a splatter. He let off that push with a sigh, already feeling so much relief. He gave his sphincter another extra firm push to get out his final contents. The small stubborn bits of slimy dung felt like they were crawling through his rectum, lazily dropping out of his hole with tiny gas bubbles.

Artair let out a great exhale, his mind cleared, and feeling light enough to fly. Though, a small bitter part of him felt like he could’ve held it longer as he [i]intended[/i]…[i]oh[/i]…and that’s when he remembered Breagh was watching that whole display. She smiled back shyly when they locked eyes. “I-I’m…f-finished.” He flustered.

“I’d hope so after such a movement.” Regis commented, a hint of teasing in his voice.

“S-sorry about the…s-scent.” Artair said, flickering his eyes to Breagh before climbing down.

“None of us are much better.” She reassured.

“Breagh, after you please.” Said Gael.

“O-oh…” Breagh shivered at the offer, as if the knowledge that relief was near shifted her body into overdrive. The hot bloating she had been battling in her stomach all evening suddenly intensified, and she felt her tailhole bulging out once more. She couldn’t risk getting off her haunches. “T-thank you, u-um…”

“Is something amiss?”

“N-no, I-I just…I need a minute please.”

Gael let out a short huff under his breath, his own desperation nearing intense as well. He looked to Regis who nodded, seemingly unbothered. “Of course, take your time.”

“Breagh,” Artair approached her closely and spoke in a soft voice. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine…” She strained.

Artair moved in close. “Please I…m-maybe I can help.”

“It’s…” Breagh sighed. “I-I can’t move, or it might come out…” She admitted, her bloated stomach moaning its discontent. 

Artair smiled sympathetically, that confidence growing back. “I assure you’re in good company.” He circled around and rubbed his cheek against hers. “Please my lady…if you stand, the servants can start on your armor sooner.” He said, gently pressing upwards into her.

Breagh flashed from flustered to panic at his touch. Her shivering haunches inched off the ground and her tailhole started to twitch wildly. “A-Artair, I-I don’t think, [i]ho-![/i]” She could barely yelp before a wet sputtering fart ripped from her with gusto. “[i]Augh![/i]” It was so textured, feeling almost [i]solid[/i], a grunt of relief and fear came with it. “S-sorry! [i]Oh[/i]…”

“N-no offense t-taken, m-my lady.” Artair stuttered, awkwardly stepping back as the servants took their cue to help the hunched blonde wolf. A shade of pink covered his face watching the scene unravel.

“[i]Oh, [/i]o-oh goodness.” Breagh moaned, the subtle shifts and pokes from the busy servants teased her stomach like a bloated balloon. “[i]Mmmm[/i] please hurry…” She pleaded, her back legs dancing. A firm press into her stomach, and her anus forced open. “[i]A-ah![/i]” A hot poot blast through her rump just as a servant was perched behind her. “Sorry!” She mewled. The humans nevertheless remained professional, and she was free after a few more grueling seconds. “O-oh goodness.” She mumbled, scurrying to the steps.

“Hurry, hurry!” Artair encouraged.

“Dear god…” Gael muttered to himself, shaking hard trying to stay in his professional perch. “I-I can’t…t-take this much…l-longer…” A fart sounding like paper tearing slapped the ground beneath him. “[i]Ooh[/i]…one thousand pardons Regis.”

“Remember your teachings.” The white wolf responded, his deep voice had a touch of strain.

“‘Handle with subtlety,’ I understand, I failed.”

“No, many of our unit have been far from subtle today. Unideal, mildly amusing, but no true harm. Remember the teaching that you approach every battle with your full strength and unwavering bravery. There is no such thing that you ‘can’t take.’”

“Oh, I…I see.” Gael wrinkled his snout forcing himself to sit straight. The sharp pains would be enough to make a lessor wolf whine, but he’s no ‘lessor wolf,’ he’s a [i]guardian[/i]. He can take it. “I apologize, as a prospective leader I should know better.”

“Don’t apologize, leaders make mistakes. Just put the lessons you learn to good use.”

“Understood.”

“Though I admit…[i]mmfh[/i]…” As Regis paused, visibly clenching, Gael could hear the intensifying growl of his stomach. “…They can be very difficult to remember.”

Breagh made her way up the steps as did the previous two users, and swallowed as she turned around. She told herself not to look down, but she found herself looking into Artair’s eyes anyway. He seemed just as flustered to meet her gaze. “P-promise you won’t listen.” She requested with a shy smile.

“Er…promise.” He said, returning the awkward smile.

“Thanks.” She said with a chuckle. With that little reassurance, and on the verge of exploding, Breagh was finally free to let go. Before her knees fully bent into a squat, a loud booming [i]PPPPRRRRRBBTT[/i] launched out of her rear end. “[i]Ah! O-oh[/i]…” She moaned out as wet ropes of scat followed, each one broken by thunderous airy farts. “[i]Augh![/i]” She grunted as she let off her push and just let the wet mix poot out of her. “[i]Ah[/i]…” Her tailhole twitched, her pent-up gas was already starting to push the next round out. Burning red, she tried to give her bowels the gentlest squeeze she could. [i]FRRRUUUUUUPPPP![/i] “[i]Oh![/i]” Her spine tingled feeling that moist fart flying out from deep within her guts, it easily blew out the slimy gobs of waste that teased her exit. She kept pushing and more sloppy feces rocketed from her, hitting the bucket with a splatter, while those harsh blasts of canine air echoed off the walls of the small room.

Artair, despite all his best efforts to keep that promise, couldn’t turn his ears off for her movement, nor his eyes for that matter. He strangely found himself growing warm taking it all in. Her grunts of effort and relief in between her blaring releases rung in his ears. The moment from earlier kept replaying in his mind, feeling her visceral shudder against him before her rump exploded. Clearly, she was holding back a lot…that has to feel amazing, even better than his own release…

“[i]Ooh[/i]…” Breagh groaned as she pushed her guts one more final time, squeezing so firmly, and the feeling so satisfying it made her bite her lip. A few chunks of mucus-heavy scat plopped from her, interspersing a wet bubbling fart. She sighed, finally empty, and her tailhole tingling after such strong blasts. “…Thanks for not listening.” She shyly smiled down at Artair.

“O-oh, o-of course, m-my lady.” Artair replied, bright red.

“She’s finished.” Regis commented. “Gael, please, take her place when she gets down.”

“Regis, I do appreciate the gesture, but—”

“Oh lord, I knew somehow you’d find another long winded refusal.” Regis weakly chuckled, shaking his head. “[i]Oh…[/i]do you know how difficult it is to laugh in this state?” His pregnant guts stabbed back on each heave.

Gael smiled back. “I do, which is why I absolutely insist you go next.” He watched Regis wince and shiver settling back down.

“You know, it goes against our teachings for an elder to proceed first.”

“As does a leader going before his unit.”

“But a [i]prospective[/i] leader?” Regis teased.

“Maybe not so much our teachings, but his ego will never forgive him.” Regis bowed his head and groaned as another cramp rocked his stomach. “Please Regis, take my offer as a showing of gratitude.”

Breagh kept her eyes down as she cautiously descended the steps. Although her colon was empty, she still felt plenty of bubbles from her overactive stomach prying to get out.

“Breagh!” She was greeted by Artair’s smiling maw as soon as she reached the base.

“[i]Ooh![/i]” A flick of her tail, and a surprised airy poot popped out of her. “[i]Goodness![/i] Excuse me.” She looked down, fanning the air with her tail.

“P-please, think nothing of it.” Artair mirrored her red face. “I hope you’re feeling better now.”

“Much better,” She nodded. “But I think I could use a good lay down.”

“Mind if I join?”

She did mind, and so did her still active stomach. Yet, she couldn’t find the heart to refuse. “Not at all.”

“After you.” As Breagh turned towards the stairs, Artair’s sweet, confident smile grew more excited and boyish. The pair headed back to the surface, leaving only two more guardians waiting to release.

“[i]Ugh[/i]…” Regis groaned, shivering on his haunches. The servants stood with hands politely behind their backs, waiting for one of the pair to step forward. “Gael, do I need to repeat my actions with our youngest member?”

“I frankly doubt you’re in the condition to.” The silver wolf responded with a smirk.

“Bold words…” Regis strained.

“And seemingly accurate. Regis please, you’ve given me such great guidance, you absolutely deserve to go first.”

“Are you not also urgent?”

“I assure you, I can wait.” Gael replied with confidence, his colon rested in a cautious equilibrium in between urgent waves. Regis stayed silent, thinking it over with the same stone expression. It didn’t take too long, however, before his face contorted with strain. “Regis?”

“F-forgive me…” He strained. He scrunched his eyes as a hissing sound filled the air, his very first fart that evening. The greasy air flow lasted for a good 8 seconds, ending in a few wet putters. “Oh…pardon me.” He mumbled, looking away with flattened ears. He lifted his massive frame onto trembling legs, his decision finally made. “I will infinitely appreciate this, you will be repaid Gael.” Regis said as he stepped forward.

“Think nothing of it.” Gael felt a bit of pride and catharsis watching the servants begin to disrobe Regis. His team was taken care of, and this show of self-control proved him to be a good fit as the next leader. He didn’t get to enjoy that feeling for too long however, before that ominous tinge in his lower stomach came back. He huffed through his nose, and let that fart freely buzz out from under his tail. He’s next, he’ll be relieved soon.

Regis, keeping with his teachings of stoic and graceful service, stayed silent and still as the servants did their work. Only the occasional flick of his tail and the flexing of his meaty backside showed any signs of urgency. Upon his full undressing, he gave the servants a thankful nod and continued onwards, keeping a measured pace towards the platform. Perhaps too measured, as wisps of gas popped and hissed on the first step. His jaw tightened, clenching as his load started to shift downwards, but his tired muscles could only slow its movement.

Gael himself felt antsy watching Regis, he mentally encouraged him to go faster for both of their own goods. [i]Pfffffffffttttttpruprupbt[/i]… “[i]Mmf.[/i]” His continuous stream of farts grew greasier and more textured, and their smell grew far closer to that of his inner load. Gael winced at the start of another twisting contraction in his intestines. His body, so eager to release the pressure began to push without permission, and he quickly felt something [i]solid[/i] start to move. He closed his eyes and strained to reel it deeper back into his colon. “[i]Hoh[/i]…” Keep it together, he’s close to the end.

Regis’s eyes twitched climbing the stairs, his rump felt so awfully tight, all the knobby textures of his waste grinding against his insides. Yet he maintained the same graceful pace, his protégé’s watching, he needs to be an example. “[i]Nnng[/i].” Regis grunted, he could feel the open-air tickle his ring, he’s crowning. He hung his head, flexing every muscle on those final steps, but his body was simply overstuffed, and his waste extended far enough to stretch his haunches as he stepped foot on the platform. His paws danced, his tail instinctively hiking up as he spun himself around, his poise forgotten in such an emergency. “[i]Lord help me[/i]…” He whispered between heavy breaths, struggling for the mere second he needed to skitter back into position. Finally, his giant haunches dropped down, parted by a growing two inches of extra firm canine waste. 

“[i]Hng![/i]” His nose wrinkled as he gave his needy colon a push. His log, so dense and thick it neared the diameter of a servant’s arm, barely accelerated from the hard squeeze given by his guts. It felt so bittersweet, the rough surface was near overwhelming, yet absolutely heavenly massaging his walls. It strained his hole so tight, he had to grit his teeth as each knob along the log popped out of the thin flesh, each one feeling more satisfying than the last. His impatient sphincter twitched around the thick log, his body needed more of that feeling so badly. “[i]Ung…ugh…[/i]” He couldn’t hold back his moans as he pushed harder, his back paws inching further apart in his squat to help it along. The widest and densest part of his log passed and left him struggling to maintain the remainder of his composure. The softer, smoother part of his log went on for a few more inches, before it crawled to a stop. “[i]Nnnnn[/i]…” The entire mass stretched over a foot in length from his quivering hole, it shook as he tried to push it harder. Alas, his satisfied sphincter needed a break. His ring closed through the soft waste, letting it fall into the bucket with a hard thud. He let out a loud heavy exhale, and bowed his head as he caught his breath. [i]Good lord[/i], his insides felt so warm and tender.

“Regis…” Gael muttered to himself, shaking hard on his haunches, his tail launching out behind him. “Please hurry.” Literally every muscle in his body strained to help keep his load in. He looked longingly to the servants, who awaited a que from either of the wolves. He thought of having them start to undress him preemptively, it was going to be a very close call, but he didn’t want to show weakness. He’s guardian, a protector, a [i]leader[/i], he’s going to face harder battles, he [i]can’t[/i] falter. “[i]L-lord[/i],” He hunkered down, a sharp cramp shoved his dung hard against his ring. “[i]Unnnng![/i]” His heart raced, his inner muscles could no longer hold it back, he felt his hole start to open. He popped up to his feet and clenched his haunches so hard he felt the strain in his neck. Yet, the log continued to crackled away in his crammed backside.

Still squatted over the bucket and half blind with relief, Regis took a breath and pushed once more. A smaller log started to slither out of him like butter. He pushed softly, just letting it ease out of him, his maw hanging open and his eyes taking on a faraway look as he enjoyed that gentle relief. Even a log that was relatively small for his size was objectively massive for a canine, and it too landed hard in the bucket. His anus puckered in and out, squeezing out the final bits of scat and silent gas. His stomach was officially emptied. He let out a great sigh of relief. Not even the strictest followers of royal guidelines could resist the euphoria of a good movement.

“[i]Oh![/i]” A throaty gasp launched from Gael’s maw. A mix of squelching and gas bubbles grew louder from the rear end of his tunic, the head of his log finally pushed through his clenched ring. His dirty tailhole winked desperately over the tip, only managing to cut off and smear pieces of soft scat as roaring cramps forced it forward. His tunic was already soiled with dots of waste, he could feel it sticking to his backside. Yet he refused to give up, standing strong even as his legs threatened to give out. 

[i]Gael[/i]. Regis opened his eyes, suddenly snapping back to his senses. He picked his rump out of the squat and shook out his fur. From his distance, he could clearly see his protégé was struggling, his tunic shaking like a leaf and pain stricken across his face. “Gael, stay strong!” Regis bounded down the steps.

“[i]Nnnnng![/i]” Saliva flew from Gael’s grit teeth. He could feel the doughy texture of his waste as it slowly crawled through his anus, tiny blips of gas crackling around it. His tired body was slowly giving into that soft, satisfying warmth clogging his intestines, while [i]unbearable[/i] cramping shifted it lower.

“Servants! Servants!” Regis barked for their humans. Alas, his load was so great that it took all three to carry the heavy bucket upstairs. “Your battle’s almost won Gael, hold out!”

That pang of guilt was the final blow to his colon. Right in front of Regis, right after assuring him he had the strength to wait. It was over. “R-Regis…” He strained, his back arched. “P-please forgive me, [i]oh…[/i]” At that moment, the pressure found its way to the very bottom of his intestines and forced him into a squat. As soon as his tail lifted, Gael’s poor rump finally exploded.

His maw dropped open as his messy burgeoning log burst forward, the tension in his stomach instantly disappearing. His soft moist waste rapidly filled the seat of his tunic, pumped along by horribly viscous fart blasts. He panted out in relief, it all felt so shamefully [i]good[/i]. The hot flow of scat rushing through his tubes, every rough fart rippling his hole and leaving him lighter than the last, he couldn’t help but push along with the great flow. It was enough to overpower the awkward sloppy heat of his accident, at least for this blissful moment. His farts bubbled the grimy waste deep into his rump fur, making the chunky mud cascade further down his tunic, caressing his balls in its greasy grip, and continuing down the back of his thighs. In the midst of his sublime relief, it was just another warm pleasant feeling on top of another.

“[i]Hah[/i]…[i]hah[/i]…[i]hng! …Hah…[/i]” Gael panted in between those last few pushes. Slivers of gas spat out small bits of wet dung from his nasty brown ring. As he stood up, those post-movement aftershocks kept his insides burning with relief and his legs couldn’t stop shaking. His waste formed a heavy lump in his tunic, which distended a considerable length from his rump, stretching the hole for his tail to its limits. “O-oh g-god…” He could feel that lump shiver along with him like a vile pendulum. There was a messy [i]squish[/i] along his ring and haunches whenever he clenched, and it all smelt like pure rotting garbage. It was finally dawning upon him just how much of a mess he made.

“Dear Gael,” The silver guardian in question flinched when Regis laid a paw upon his back. 

“Oh, [i]lord, [/i]R-Regis, I, I-I’m…I’m so sorry…” Gael sputtered, facing the wall with blazing red cheeks. He struggled to find his composure as his heart and lungs threatened to burst.

“No, please, I’m sorry.” Regis replied. “Feel no shame, I shouldn’t have been so selfish to proceed first and then take so much time indulging myself. I can only hope you find it in your heart to forgive me.”

Gael swallowed and slowly found the nerve to look Regis in the eye. He blinked, staring back at the bigger wolf’s solemn expression. “Well…I-I…” He felt so ashamed, so dirty, so…[i]relieved[/i], and so confused. He failed as a leader, and yet [i]he[/i] was being apologized to. He took a breath, fighting off the urge to shudder at his own rancid stench. “Thank you, Regis, I appreciate your infinite kindness and care, but this is truly my fault. I grew arrogant in my own abilities, a true leader understands his limits and acts with far more humility.”

Regis gave a warm, proud smile. “A true leader also learns from his mistakes and is never afraid to admit them. And frankly, I’m grateful that you show arrogance here than in the midst of battle.” Regis added with a chuckle, that forced a gut-wrenching awkward smile out of Gael. He hoped this would be his absolutely last ‘mistake’ in his position as leader.

Their ears flickered as the servants returned with the empty bucket. They paused, taking only a few moments to notice the smell, and the mess hanging from Gael’s rump to see that they were too late. Regis gave Gael a sympathy pat and backed away. Without a word, the servants quickly took action to facilitate their second responsibility: clean-up.