What begin as medication for mild constipation, surprisingly took root as a new addiction for the umbreon.  An over the counter, pill-shaped, suppository is what begin the weekly trend. Prescribed by Nurse Joy, of course. 

	It started with administering the suppository one day. Michael called over his umbreon and handed her a treat as a distraction. Yet with the soothing words to keep his umbreon calm, Dusty knew something was odd. Michael unwrapped a pill, covered his pinky in lube, and took a deep breath for himself. Nurse Joy did say that the suppository had to be pushed deep into the umbreon, and to take it slow. Michael raised Dusty's tale and slowly inserted the medication. The umbreon was clearly startled as Dusty dropped her newly given treat, aside from that the umbreon remained calm. As Michael pushed his pinky up to the 1st knuckle his umbreons legs began to tremble. Sneaking a glance to see how Dusty was handling this intrusion, Michael saw umbreon's head was pointed high towards the sky and ears standing up on end.  Michael's finger slid in easily thanks to the lube. Yet Michael wanted to make sure the pill would rest deep inside like he was instructed.  Michael pushed his pinky up to the 2nd knuckle and pulled out slowly to not hurt Dusty. Michael could feel Dusty's ring clenching and relaxing as his pinkie began pulling out. Michael heaved a sigh of relief as he didn't end up harming his umbreon. Dusty's gaze penetrated Michael's, the umbreon trying to perceive Michael's intentions. Michael couldn't figure out the thoughts behind his umbreon's eyes, he'd never seen that expression before. The umbreons golden rings glowed brightly.

	Michael became surprised at the sudden amount of attention and cuddling Dusty demanded. All the extra heads scratches, belly rubs, leg scratches, even butt patting... especially the butt patting. Dusty pressed a rump up against Michael's leg and he patted and scratched away. Michael had gotten the feeling that this just wasn't scratching the itch that his umbreon wanted. Yet Michael had no idea what that itch could be. Eventually Dusty went her own way, most likely tired from all the stimulation. Michael stayed on the couch in the living room, right by the back door. The packaging did say the need for a bathroom would take 30 minutes to an hour to kick in. Michael powered his game console and waited out the hour playing one of his RPGs.

	An hour swiftly passed and the umbreon ran up to the back door, tail hugged tightly to her body, and back legs dancing wildly. The pawing at the door and desperate whining is what caught Michael's attention, he scrambled from the couch. Michael stopped in his tracks, stunned, at the suffocating stench that smelled like someone shit everywhere. Michael's hand flew to cover his nose, as he looked behind where his umbreon would've ran. There  was is nothing coving the ground, it was still clean. Michael's attention snapped back to task at hand due to a panicked, high-pitched, bark from Dusty. If it hadn't happened yet, based on smell alone, his umbreon was certainly ready to unload that burden. 

	The umbreon instantly dashed out to the yard once the door was open. While squatting town and tail still hugging her body, Michael saw his umbreon stubbornly attempting to sniff out a good spot. Dusty had no time to be picky as her legs seemed glued to the spot and her squat deepened. The moonlight and bright glow from umbreon's golden rings unfortunately gave perfect view of what was happening, for Michael. Umbreon's tale uncurled and lifted out of the way, revealing a three inch diglett poking to freedom. With head pointed high and ears laid back, Dusty pushed out the already escaping beast. Michael heard it all too. All the crackles, the plops, and bursts of moist sounding flatulence as the umbreon's multi-day load expelled on the lawn. The pile was huge even for what his umbreon could put out. Michael could see dusty's breath panting from effort in the moonlight. Michael soon realized he was going to have to pick it all up. Michael is gonna have to pick it up now too, unless he would forget and step in it the next day. As umbreon happily trotted back into the house, Michael steeled himself. If a fart in a house was that bad he couldn't imagine what the actual load is gonna smell like picking it up.

	Michael re-entered the house, stomach churning as he couldn't hold his breath the entire time cleaning up the fresh refuse. The rapid *squeak squeak squeak* of Dusty's favorite toy could be heard from the bedroom. "You know what, if I released a load that size I'd have a bunch of energy to play with too," Michael decided. The next mistake Michael made was going to try and rub Dusty on the head for her intestinal problem being tank care of.  The umbreon wasn't just playing with the toy, she was humping it aggressively.  Michael retreated from the room embarrassed at how much passion umbreon unleashed on that stuffed gengar. "I don't think I've ever taken a shit that relieving." 

squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak 

"I have to get rid of the squeaker from that toy."