Hello, animals and villagers~! I’ve been wanting to write about Isabelle from Animal Crossing for quite a long time; this ended up being the perfect opportunity~ In this story, a new secretary is working at the mayor’s office. Little does Isabelle know, they’ll have more than just a coworker relationship~

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	“Hrrngh…” Goldie sat on the toilet, forcing out log after log of slimy, disgusting shit, struggling to release it all; something she had eaten that day must’ve gotten to her. She was a golden retriever with some beige spots in her fur, two big, fluffy ears, and an adorable smile; to most, she was a sweet, kind, and very caring person. However, she did have one little blemish on her cute demeanor. Every time she needed to use the bathroom, whether it be number one or two, her load was always ridiculously large. She usually had to flush the toilet multiple times as she emptied her gut just to prevent a horrible clog; it was an inconvenience, to be sure. She grunted and groaned as she pushed out more and more, plops and plips echoing out in the small space. 

	She felt a little embarrassed, especially since this wasn’t even her own toilet - she was currently using the small, single-toilet bathroom in the town hall, and it was on her first day working there nonetheless! An election for the position of mayor in the town of Rhizome had just recently been held, and Goldie had won the vote almost unanimously - her friendliness and care for others made her an obvious pick. She had to wonder if their opinion of her would change if they saw this.

	As the last monstrous log fell onto the pile in the mayor’s porcelain throne, Goldie breathed a sigh of relief, blushing as she pulled the chain. A loud FLRSHHHH rang out, however, it was quickly stopped, without much water actually rushing down the drain - she looked between her legs to see that all of her waste had barely moved, rather, just making the water rise. She sighed; her first day on the job, and she already managed to clog the toilet - so embarrassing! The pipes must’ve been packed-full of her waste, piling up like a dam. She looked around for a plunger, but there was none to be found. She was surprised that one wouldn’t be included in the bathroom, but alas, all she could do was shrug her shoulders and go find one. She was wearing a plaid yellow and green dress, with her pink panties on the ground; she figured, if she was fast enough, she could probably get away without wiping herself yet - she didn’t want to worsen the clog.

	She opened the door to the bathroom and stepped out; thankfully, Isabelle was still at lunch - Goldie had specifically chosen to go to the bathroom before the secretary came back to avoid embarrassment. The town hall was fairly small and simple in design, but in a cute way. It had a wooden floor, ceiling, and walls, divided into two halves - the front half, where villagers could enter to do their business, and the back half, where Isabelle sat at the reception desk, with the mayor’s desk positioned a bit further north. The bathroom was located in the back, by the left corner, parallel to a closet on the other corner.

Goldie blushed more as she strode over to the closet, opened the door and walked inside, then looked through the storage. It was a complete mess, shelves stacked with boxes and random junk, dust everywhere - it was like it hadn’t been cleaned in years! Her search became more and more frantic as time ticked down; Isabelle would return any second! Her ass was slick with shit, her golden cheeks covered in brown, and the smell was horrible - she couldn’t let Isabelle find her like that.

Unfortunately for Goldie, however, Isabelle had already made her way back from her meal. The secretary entered the building when Goldie started looking through the closet, going entirely unnoticed. She was wearing her formal work attire, a plaid-green vest over a white undershirt, along with a blue skirt. She was also a dog, specifically a shih tzu, with yellow fur similar to Goldie’s, along with two big, floppy ears as well. She quite liked having someone of a similar look to her working as the mayor - they made for a cute pair! Even the simple things in life, like some little aesthetic coincidences, were a reason for her to smile. Most villagers would guess that she never needed to look very hard to find such reasons, as her demeanor was always one of cheerful service to her home; for the most part, they’d be correct. 

She dropped her empty bento box on her desk and headed for the bathroom, not noticing the half-open closet door, or the way the bathroom entrance was opened just a crack. As she got closer, however, she did notice something else - a horrible odor, emanating from the restroom. It smelled like a latrine; she winced a bit as it hit her, her strong dog nose intensifying the sensation. It didn’t stop her, though - she needed to release her bladder; it was always best to do it while they were still closed for lunch, so as to avoid any customers walking in on an empty office.

She opened the bathroom door… and gasped in shock, her eyes widening, as she looked at the toilet.

The seat was down, and the toilet bowl was filled with shit. It was so high that there was barely an inch of space between the rim and the waste, a mix of long, wide, slimy logs, all a light-brown color, some textured like tons of tiny pieces all stuck together, and others looking more smooth, like the stroke of a paintbrush. It was a disgusting sight…

…but Isabelle was instantly enamored.

Her tail started wagging excitedly, her breathing getting deep and heavy, as a pink blush spread across her face. She huffed, her mouth twisting into a wavy smile, as she leaned closer for a better sniff. The smell was even more horrid up close; it made her feel sick, but at the same time, it intoxicated her. 

Isabelle had always been hopelessly addicted to shit. Just looking at it, smelling it, taking all the sights and sounds of the waste in made her heart throb… 

…and her dick. Her pastel-yellow panties bulged out and her skirt tented as her cock hardened, the dog using her paws to hold it down at first, only to end up rubbing it. She moaned in pleasure as she came in her panties, overwhelmed by the beauty of the load in front of her. Her horniness was not satiated; she remained hard and captivated, even getting on her knees as though preparing to pray to the celestial load. She lifted the seat and got a closer look, putting her paws on the porcelain and holding it like a pregnant woman holding her stomach, sticking her snout deeper in, and inhaling, nice and deep, once again. She even felt the slight, wet sensation of her nose tapping the solid brown surface, giving a much more literal meaning to being a brown-noser.

	It was amazing. An immaculate toilet bowl full of disgusting shit… it was like Heaven, the porcelain thrown being fit for a goddess. She wanted to sit there and take it in for hours and hours…

	…and this is the sight Goldie returned to.

	The golden retriever tilted her head in confusion as Isabelle’s tail wagged, the secretary kneeling in front of the toilet Goldie had just filled, listening to her huff the fumes. She could see the bulge in Isabelle’s skirt; it didn’t take her long to figure out what was going on there.

	However, instead of being grossed out or disturbed, she just smiled, silently dropping the plunger she’d finally found and closing the bathroom door. Isabelle jumped a bit at the sound of the lock clicking into place; she turned to see Goldie, smiling smugly, trapping them both inside the bathroom and blocking the exit. “So, what’s going on here, little secretary~? Enjoying the results of my bathroom break~?” Her voice was creamy, smooth, a little high-pitched in an endearingly cute way. It sounded like a voice that should be greeting you with a happy good morning, or shyly apologizing for a mistake.

	Isabelle blushed hard, extremely embarrassed and humiliated. Had Goldie just seen her huffing shit?! “I, I-” she stuttered nervously, at a loss for words; how would she ever recover from this? Did Goldie figure out her secret love for scat!? “U-um, I was, just, y-y’know, trying to u-unclog the toilet, s-so I could use it!” She let out a terse, nervous laugh, going to stand up, hoping that, by some act of God, Goldie would believe her… only for the new mayor to place a paw on top of Isabelle’s head and press it down, keeping her in her kneeling position, without letting her turn around. 

	“Hmm, trying to unclog it~?” The golden retriever gently moved her paw down Isabelle’s head, going to the back, keeping her grip strong, enjoying the sensation of the secretary’s smooth, fluffy fur. Her paw was warm and fluffy as well, details that just made Isabelle even more nervewracked. “I don’t know if I believe that. It looked to me like you were quite enjoying it~”

	Isabelle’s huffing grew faster as her cock got hard once again; what was going on!? “M-m-mayor?”

	“Do you like my shit, cutie~?” Her voice was smooth like silk, full of lust and affection.

	The secretary put her paws together, trying to quell the loud throbbing of her heart, ever-increasing in tempo. Her entire face grew strawberry red; her cheeks felt hot. It was like steam would rise out of her ears at any moment. What was happening? She chose to respond honestly. “U-um, I-I do, m-mayor,” she spoke, her voice timid and unsure.

	“Then why don’t you take a closer look~?” Goldie licked her lips; she felt powerful and dominant. She wasn’t sure what was coming over her, what odd desire was making her break the sweet, kind, innocent picture she’d painted of herself, but she couldn’t help but go further. “Turn around~”

	Isabelle looked Goldie in the eyes, and saw the deep feeling of lust and dominance buried within her. It made her shiver out of pure pleasure; she felt as though the strings of a puppet were reaching from the mayor’s paw and wrapping around the secretary’s every limb, and she felt no wish to resist. Goldie’s voice had become so much more sinister and tantalizing. She wordlessly obeyed the order, turning back to the toilet bowl, looking down into it. It was still a massive amount of waste; the way it piled up so high made her heart melt with joy.

	“Ready, cutie~?” Goldie gripped Isabelle’s fur a little tighter as the secretary grabbed the rim of the toilet with her paws, mouth agape. “I’m going to shove your adorable face into my shit so deep and get you so messy that your fur is going to be permanently stained brown~”

	“A-ah!” She moaned in pleasure just at the sound of those words exiting Goldie’s mouth. She must’ve been dreaming! This was everything she could’ve ever hoped for!

	“Come on, shit slut - tell me you want it~ Tell me you want me to put you where you belong, with all the rest of my shit, in the toilet bowl~”

	Isabelle squirted more precum into her panties; she was putty in Goldie’s hands. She couldn’t resist. “P-please, mistress, please show me where I belong!!”

	“Good girl~” Goldie dunked Isabelle’s head into the pile of shit with a swift, forceful push, burying the secretary’s fluffy yellow fur deep into the bowl full of brown. Drops of waste splashed up, hitting the golden retriever’s fur and coating the toilet’s rim, some even getting on the floor; the splatter coming from her head being forced in was loud and wet. Her entire face was inside, shoved in so far that even her two floppy ears were getting soaked. She could feel that slimy, greasy shit covering her fur, getting stuck in it, coating her lips; she managed to close her eyes, but her mouth was just slightly open, and she inadvertently got a bitter taste… although she didn’t mind it at all. The warm paw on the back of her head, still pushing her deeper and deeper in, was so pleasant, even as it was so forceful and dominating; she could feel herself going further down, her snout even tapping the porcelain at one point. She really did feel like she was a part of the mound, like she was nothing but shit herself, and it was amazing - she couldn’t imagine a better sensation in the world. 

	As Goldie made her sink further, Isabelle had to stand up, her ass in the air, knees bent, to allow her to get as deep as possible. A little bit of shit was even dripping over the sides. The golden retriever chuckled; it was an adorable sight. The secretary’s tail was still wagging like an excited puppy, and her entire body was shivering out of immense happiness. She felt so cute on her paw - clearly, Goldie had just discovered a new obsession. Her own tail was now wagging as well, a slight pink blush on her face, her smile smug, condescending, dominant, and affectionate. She felt empowered and pleasured.

	“Here, toilet slut - let me help you get a bit deeper~” Isabelle heard the muffled talking from the puppy, confused, barely able to understand her, until she heard a few sounds. Goldie grasped the toilet’s chain and flushed, pressing Isabelle down even harder as the toilet water began to swirl around her. It was like a whirlpool of shit, all of the liquidy, soft, disgusting waste spinning around Isabelle’s head while simultaneously dragging her further into the toilet, getting her snout stuck in the drain. She acted like a plug, clogging the toilet further, preventing any shit from making its way past her, just causing the water to continue spinning brown matter all around her head. She felt herself being almost fully submerged now, only a bit of her fur remaining above the shit, where Goldie was pressing her in. Her big ears were now in the mess, even getting flung around a bit by the swirl; Isabelle would’ve expected something like the classic swirly to be quite unpleasant, but she loved it immensely. It was so, so perfect, and it felt even better to have Goldie doing it now!!

	Goldie watched the shit and water rise up even more, spilling waste onto the floor, dripping down the porcelain sides of the toilet bowl. It was gross… but she didn’t care. “Hmm, is the toilet clogged~? Looks like I still have a big piece of shit in there that needs to be flushed~ Let’s try again~” She flushed once again; Isabelle struggled a little in surprise, squirming as the toilet water sucked her in, keeping her in the bowl, not letting her escape. That was even better for her - she didn’t want to escape; she wanted to stay there forever. The shit rose up once again, more of it spilling onto the floor, and a lot more getting stuck in Isabelle’s mane, another flurry of waste seeping into her. 

	Goldie pulled the dog up once the flush ended, having to use some force to get her back out with all of that shit dragging her down. The dog was a mess; on the top and back of her head, multiple logs hitched a ride, sticking to her fur and slowly dripping down, leaving streaks of slime in their wake. As for her snout and front, it was soggy, the bright, cute yellow turned into a light brown, like a rag dipped into dirty water. Multiple streaks and even bits of shit coated her snout. She huffed and panted, her tail still eagerly wagging; she felt so good.

	“You really enjoyed yourself, didn’t you, toilet girl~?” Goldie reached into Isabelle’s skirt and rubbed her cock through the cum-stained panties; the secretary moaned and immediately let out another load, brought to her knees by the new mayor’s warm stroking.

	“I-I did, m-mayor!” She said, turning to look Goldie in the eyes, like a puppy greeting her owner after they came home from a long day of work. “T-that was amazing!”

	“Good girl~” The golden retriever petted Isabelle on the head, making her close her eyes and wag her tail even faster, holding her hands together and smiling. “I’ve never done this before… but I don’t think this is going to be the last time~ Not by a long shot~” She gave the secretary a little kiss on the lips, making Isabelle open her eyes in shock; her lips were so soft and wet! And it seemed the mayor didn’t mind tasting her own shit, as Goldie simply licked her own lips clean with a smile. “Start cleaning, Isabelle. From now on, your job title is not secretary, but rather, shit slave. Understood~?”

	“Yes mayor!!” She didn’t quite understand the meaning of her words, but at this point, she was prepared to do anything to please Goldie, the events of that day making her fall madly in love. “I’ll have it all clean as soon as I can!”

	“Wonderful~” Goldie gave her a few more pats and began wiping her ass with a nearby roll of toilet paper, tossing it onto the pile of shit in the toilet. “Good luck unclogging that. I want it to be spotless when I get back in here, ok~? I might have another load ready by the end of the day if you do a good job~”

	“I will, mayor!” Isabelle responded, standing up and enthusiastically taking the plunger. “You can count on me! Though, it’ll be sad to see all this shit go to waste…”

	Goldie chuckled. “Don’t worry, darling - I’ll have a fresh load for you sometime soon~ Now, get to cleaning~”

	And, as Isabelle quickly cleaned up the huge mess left by their play, Goldie went back to her desk, and, later that night, got some materials from Re-Tail to make some modifications to her chair, adding a new compartment to the bottom and a hole in the leather seat, right where her asshole would be located. This position was going to be even more fun than she had expected.

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