﻿Jacob grumbled slightly as he felt consciousness returning, sliding his head along the pillow. He’d slept a while, but opening his eyes and getting out of bed was something he just wasn’t willing to do yet. He was even more incentivized to stay right where he was as his nose picked up on something. The fox groggily shuffled his head forward, bumping the end of his muzzle into something soft yet firm at the same time. Intrigued by the scent, he stuck his tongue out. The salty taste against his tongue instantly lit up his brain, and he went back for a second helping.

After a few half-awake licks, Jacob opened his eyes and finally looked at what was in front of him. The second he registered the sight of his brother’s ass, he recoiled. Conflict overtook him - after what they’d done the previous night, this didn’t seem so bad in comparison. On the other paw though, Seth was still sleeping, and Jacob probably shouldn’t be pushing the boundaries further than they’d already gone. 

Try as he might though, he couldn’t stop licking his lips. While he managed to resist it for now, Seth had a tasty ass. Whether his thoughts were his own or driven by rupees, he wasn’t sure, but what was certain was that the flavors on his tongue were far from unwelcome. With a small shake of his head, he interrupted his thoughts and forced himself out of bed, taking care not to wake Seth as he did. 

Jacob gradually made his way over to his desk, grabbing his phone and checking the time. “Fuck,” he breathed. With how last night had ended, he hadn’t had time to set his alarms, and was already on the edge of not being able to make it work on time. Not wanting to go out in public smelling rather strongly of his brother, Jacob headed to the shower. 

As he climbed in underneath the warm spray, the fox let out a deep exhale. While yesterday still weighed heavily on him, it hadn’t gotten too bad just yet. There was a small part of him that was still hopeful he’d be able to lead a normal life. Or at least, as normal a life as he could when it involved sixty-nining with his brother to feed his addictions. All things considered, he didn’t hate it. It was going to be awkward with Seth for a while, but Jacob knew it wouldn’t be the last time they sucked each other off - rupees wasn’t the type of disease to care whether you got your fix from your brother or someone else. When the hunger struck, it was overwhelming. Jacob had never felt such a primal need to consume as when he was presented with a cock.

Today would be the first real test though. It was there in the back of Jacob’s mind, but he tried his best not to pay attention to it. He’d managed to feed four of his new desires, but the fifth would be the most elusive, and likely the nastiest. All he could think was that he hoped the doctor was wrong, and he only had four of the five needs. So far, those didn’t seem to be overly problematic to solve.

Knowing he was up against the clock, Jacob had to shut off the shower before he’d mentally prepared for the day. He quickly dried off and snuck back into his room, throwing on his work uniform and grabbing his wallet and keys, then dashing back out to his car. Thankfully, the trip wasn’t a long one to the store. 

Fifteen short minutes later and the fox was there. He was a tiny bit late, but not enough to cause real problems. Worst case, he’d get a small write-up for it - he’d just have to make sure it didn’t become a habit. As he rushed across the shop floor to clock in, he saw Evan dutifully stocking some shelves before the customers flooded the aisles and ruined much of their hard work. With no time to say hi, he hit the break room and registered his attendance, wincing softly as he noted the four minutes that had passed since the official start of his shift.

Having mitigated the damage as much as he could, Jacob sighed and started his workday. Seeing Evan already restocking pants in one section of the store, Jacob got to work with some of the dress shirts, hanging some while laying others folded on the shelves. As he worked, he found himself licking his lips, still able to taste some of the remnants of Seth.

As the first customers started entering the door, Jacob found the lingering desires taking a stronger hold. It truly did seem to be a primal need, the same way other furs needed water. It hadn’t even been half a day and he felt…not thirsty, but he could understand how it could be confused for that sensation. More than once, he felt himself salivating as he thought about what his body was now craving, having to push the thoughts to the side so he could continue work. It wasn’t until eleven that Jacob was first distracted from his stocking duties, giving himself something to take his mind off things. 

“Excuse me, do you happen to have this in a size XL?” a deep voice asked, reaching out and tapping him on the shoulder. A large ursine had appeared behind the fox, holding one of the folded, pink, collared shirts. Dark brown fur covered his body as he loomed over the vulpine, looking down at him expectantly.

“Yep, we do,” Jacob replied, turning on his customer service voice. “Right over here,” he said, half-turning and walking to a nearby shelf, picking up one of the shirts and offering it to the bear.

“Heh, thanks,” the ursine replied, taking the offered shirt and giving Jacob the smaller one back. “Don’t know how I missed it. Could you show me where the changing rooms are?”

“Certainly, just head straight down that way, take a left at the end, and they’ll be right in front of you,” the fox instructed, looking down past his pointing paw before smiling back up at the bear.

“You mind walking with me? I had a couple other questions,” the large male said, a small smile appearing on his lips.

“Uh…sure,” Jacob uttered, sparing a quick glance back at his box of packed clothes that still needed stocked.

“So, do you know if these come in other fabrics? Cotton’s not the most comfortable for me, but it works if nothing else,” the bear asked.

“Well, these aren’t all cotton, I think it’s a cotton-polyester blend,” Jacob suggested. “Let me take a look,” he offered, quickly taking the shirt back from the bear for a moment. “Yep, 75/25 blend,” he confirmed.

“Oh. That’s not as bad then, thanks. Any jeans you think would look good with them?” He continued.

“Well…” the fox trailed off, not really one for much fashion advice. “I suppose a darker color would look nice. Maybe a deep blue jean to highlight the contrast with the pink.”

“Thanks. I’ll have to grab a pair of those when I’m done in here,” the ursine nodded, stopping momentarily outside the changing room door. He looked around for a moment, and sensing they were alone, he pressed on. “One more question…”

“Yes?” Jacob asked, anxious to get back to stocking the shelves.

The bear leaned in close, his smile growing. “Do you always come to work smelling like some guy’s ass?”

“Wha- hu- n- what?” Jacob stammered, caught completely off guard.

“I know that smell,” the bear said. “Unmistakable. So, which is it - you got the rupees, or you just a kinky fucker?”

“R-rupees,” the fox spat, too surprised to be anything other than honest.

“You got the sweat one then?” the ursine pressed.

“Yes,” Jacob answered, slightly regaining his footing in the conversation.

“Well then. We might just have a common interest. I’m about to get naked in here, and I’d hate to get these new clothes all sweaty if I don’t want them…” the bear offered.

Jacob felt himself salivating. He had to take a moment to swallow just to clear his maw as he thought of all the nasty areas of the bear he could get his tongue on. With a brief shake of his head, he finally replied, doing his best to resist. “No…I can’t. I don’t want it,” the fox muttered, turning to walk away.

Before he could get very far, a large brown paw shot out and grabbed his wrist. Jacob turned back toward the bear, seeing a predatory smile on his face. “I know. It’s worse - you need it,” the ursine grinned.

Jacob stared back for a moment, but it was in vain. The small bit of resistance he put up came crashing down as his body overwhelmed him. Brain, stomach, and muzzle all desperately wanted him to follow that bear into the changing room, and seeing as his mind was betrayed by his desires, he relented. “Fine…” he breathed, letting his arm go limp and preparing to follow the larger male.

“That’s more like it,” the bear said, pushing open the changing room door and stepping inside, ushering the fox in behind him. He wasted no time in removing his clothing, carelessly tossing down the new clothes he planned to try on, followed by his own shirt and pants. His underwear peeled off soon after, leaving his plump sheath on full display for the fox.

“Why don’t we start up high,” the bear suggested, sitting on the small bench in the room and spreading his legs a bit. He reclined against the wall, resting his paws behind his head. “Left or right pit, your choice, sweat pig.”

Jacob almost objected to the wording, but he couldn’t stop himself. Right was closer, and seeing the fix for one of his desires only a foot away, he obliged. He clambered onto the bench next to the bear, leaning in and shoving his face underneath the ursine’s raised arm. His tongue extended and slid along the wet, salty fur, collecting as many droplets as it could get. He grew frantic once the taste hit his lips, lapping faster and faster each time, desperate to get more of the bear’s outpourings into his stomach.

The fervent licking wasn’t entirely pleasure for Jacob. His nostrils burnt with the scent of the bear’s body odor. The texture on his tongue was slimy. The bear clearly needed to take better care of his fur as well, as many stray hairs continued coming loose and onto the fox’s tongue. Even with all of that combined though, he couldn’t stop himself. Finding the licking taking far too long, Jacob leaned in slightly closer and sealed his lips to the fur in various places, attempting to vacuum it straight out of the bear’s pit and into his stomach.

“Plenty more where that came from,” the bear growled. “Left one’s just as salty.”

Jacob perked his ears as the bear spoke, but only reacted once he was pointed toward an equally viable source of sweat. He repeated the attack on the left side, climbing over the bear’s legs and attacking the other pit, drinking in the sweat like there was no tomorrow. As he made his way over, he briefly noticed the bear’s erection coming to life. Even though he had an actual job to do, he knew he was going to be here a while.

“Not bad,” the bear commented, leaning to the side and giving his underarm a quick whiff. “Not quite as bad as it was before. Fuck you’re a hungry one. Alright, next course,” he said, having to pry Jacob away from his armpit and point him a bit lower. The bear’s outstretched legs were slightly raised, and the fox could see him wiggling his stubby toes back and forth. 

Jacob could hardly recognize himself. A few minutes ago he was a normal, hardworking fur, indistinguishable from many others in the store at the time, his disease mostly under control. Now, here he was, with his face pressed into the bottom of some bear’s footpaw, and he didn’t even know the guy’s name. That didn’t stop him from inhaling sharply once he got down there, his body now acting of its own accord. What the fox hadn’t realized yet though was that he was getting hard himself, enjoying the act far more than he knew.

“You know,” Jacob started, though interrupted himself by taking one of the bear’s toes between his lips. He bobbed up and down on it a few times, collecting not just sweat, but some of the grime between the toes. Drenched pieces of lint were pulled into the fox’s maw and swallowed down, feeding the madness that had consumed him. After nearly thirty seconds, he pulled back off, completing his sentence. “I don’t just have the sweat one.”

The bear smirked. “Oh, really now?”

“Yeah,” Jacob spat. Seeing over the top of the toes just how hard the bear was, he figured this would be a good time to try to knock out more than one at once. “Cum too.”

“Ooh, we got a horny fox here,” the bear teased. “Today’s your lucky day then.”

“Why?” Jacob asked, barely getting the word out between licks against the bear’s sole. His tongue traveled from the heel all the way up to the toes, flicking off the claws and going back for more, his tongue coming back saltier each time.

“I’m on board with whatever you want. I’ve helped a bunch of guys with their rupees. All forms. And I do mean…all,” the bear finished, accentuating the last word. “I’m a nasty fuck. And if you’re as gross as I think you are, walking around with sweat all over your face…”

“I am,” Jacob breathed. He couldn’t let an opportunity pass up like this. Four fixes at once? This was going to be perfect.

“I thought so. I want to hear you say it though,” the ursine ordered.

“Say. What?” Jacob asked, pausing between the words as he gave another lick across the shorter brown fur. He had swapped footpaws, and immediately after asking, went back to worming his tongue between the toes.

“What you want me to do for you. What do you need?” the bear growled.

Jacob stayed silent for a moment, though he never stopped licking. It was a difficult thing to do, begging for something he still found absolutely disgusting, no matter how much he needed it. “I…I want your cum.”

“Oh no,” the bear replied, starting to pull his leg back away from the fox. “More than that. Especially if you want the rest too.”

“Okay, okay!” Jacob shrieked, trying to pull the bear’s footpaw back toward him. “I need your cum. I need your piss and shit, I’m starving. Please, I need it!” he begged, turning his attention toward the last toe not completely covered in his saliva yet as soon he started speaking.

“That’s more like it. Alright little vixen, we’ll get you what you need. Which one you want first?” the ursine asked.

Jacob thought for a moment, twisting his muzzle side to side to make sure he got the last bits of sweat from the bear’s footpaws that he could. He had one particular desire that was stronger than the others - at least, he thought it was. Given that he’d not had any yet, he couldn’t be too sure, but he was relatively confident that he knew what his body was asking for.

“Shit,” he said simply, at long last removing leaving his muzzle idle and looking toward the bear’s midsection.

“Jumping right into the nasty stuff. That’s my kind of fox,” the ursine growled. He stood up and turned around, showing Jacob his backside. With a couple reverse steps and a small squat, his ass was directly in front of the fox’s face.

With just a moment of hesitation, Jacob leaned in and pried the bear’s ass cheeks apart with his paws. Luckily for him, until his more solid meal was presented, he had plenty to fill the time with. His tongue slid over the bear’s wrinkly pucker, collecting the sweat that had accumulated in the crack and drinking it down, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body each time he made contact. The longer he worshiped the bear, the more energized the fox seemed to become, never once growing tired or achy despite having been licking for nearly ten minutes straight at this point.

The moment of truth soon arrived. He could easily feel the bear’s pucker widening against his lips, and knowing there was no turning back now, he opened up. Either he was going to find out very quickly that the doctor was wrong, and he only had four of the five, or he was going all in. 

The first log slowly rolled out, gliding along Jacob’s tongue and into his maw, where his answer arrived instantly. The fox couldn’t even wait for a break in the shit to start chewing, breaking the tip of the log into tiny bits. Everything about this was foul. The stench assaulted his nostrils as the bitter taste and slimy texture covered his tongue. Any ordinary fur would have thrown up, but Jacob wasn’t allowed to. Rupees had made it so he was powerless to do anything but swallow, gulping some of the waste down the second it could fit through his throat. 

The only thing he could attribute it to was how long he’d gone without treating this particular form of his disease. Nearly twenty-four hours after eating his first wrapper, he consumed another fur’s waste for the first time. It was simultaneously the most horrendous yet refreshing thing he’d ever done. Nothing else in life had ever repulsed him this much, yet nothing had given him this much of a good feeling either. He felt like he could run a marathon, when he’d hardly ever run a mile. 

He couldn’t deny his body what it needed, no matter what he had to go through. The fox vigorously continued sinking his fangs into the mess, pausing only when the bear did, and even then Jacob sucked on the hole to get his food faster. After a few of the crisper, viscous logs, a larger break happened, and the fox was so desperate for more than he shoved his tongue right up the bear’s ass and started digging. The bear let out a small moan as he felt the warm vulpine tongue invade him, collecting the smears and nuggets that were hard to push out.

The last few things Jacob had treated himself with had left an aftertaste that kept him going for a little while. He could immediately tell that not only would this be stronger, but it would last so much longer. While waiting for any remaining parts of his meal, Jacob briefly ran his tongue over his teeth, collecting anything he could find. So many nuggets were glued between his fangs that he couldn’t knock them all free at once, having to pause once more to accept the next log parting his lips.

This one was far softer and shorter than its brethren, and Jacob could easily fit it inside his maw whole. For the first time, he didn’t swallow right away, using only his tongue to break it apart. He slid the slippery muscle into the shit, feeling that same surge go through his body each time a new flavor hit him. He let the rancid flavor dance across his tongue for a while, subconsciously strengthening the association that filth was food, and gave him the energy he needed. 

At long last, the fox’s meal was complete. He made absolutely sure of it, collecting the sweat and shit mixture around the bear’s hole, delving back into its depths to remove any hint of the ursine’s bowel movement. Jacob whimpered softly as he realized there was no more solid waste, but he was momentarily distracted. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked down below, seeing his own erection standing proud. It snapped him out of things for a moment, wondering how the hell he could be hard with the taste of another man’s shit in his muzzle. He wasn’t given long to ponder it though before a rather hard smack forced him to refocus. 

Now with nothing left to give from his backside, the bear had stood up and turned around, bouncing his cock off the fox’s left cheek. “Well? Get sucking,” he said shortly.

Jacob needed no further invitation. Cum was something he’d treated twice already and was more than happy to make it a third time. He opened his lips and wrapped them around the bear’s shaft, forcing his way down to the base and letting the length effortlessly slide down his throat.

“Love fucking toilets like you,” the bear said, voice still muted in case they were overheard, but nothing told him anyone else was around. “No matter which end I stick it in, my dick stays dirty,” he noted, seeing the brown streaks appearing on his shaft as he pulled himself back out of Jacob’s muzzle. “And you’re always willing to suck it clean after.”

The fox did his best to nod slightly around the cock in affirmation, but with something so large holding his head in place, it made it quite difficult. This was by far the easiest so far for him - he already knew he was gay, and while he was being pushed into sex faster than he ordinarily was comfortable with, he quite enjoyed his position here, having his nostrils repeatedly shoved into the sweaty crotch of the still-nameless man. 

“Fuck, gonna blow soon, little fox. Listening to you snack on my shit got me going, and it feels so fucking good on my dick. Gonna have to shop here more often…” he growled, starting to rock his hips back and forth, fucking Jacob’s maw just as much as the fox was moving up and down the length.

A moment later, the bear bit down on his bottom lip, trying to stifle his orgasmic bliss. He tightened his paws around the sides of Jacob’s head, giving a few powerful thrusts until he left his cock embedded in the fox, shooting rope after rope of hot, sticky bear jizz directly into his stomach. 

While Jacob couldn’t taste it, he could certainly tell the effect it was having. The cum pooling on top of the waste in his gut was reinvigorating him even further. Desperate for as much as he could get, he used his tongue to massage the bottom of the bear’s length, trying to milk out every droplet.

As he felt the throbbing between his lips stop, Jacob expected the bear to pull back. When he didn’t though, the fox was momentarily confused, but realization soon washed over him. He prepared himself for the next onslaught, and soon felt it transitioning from a few droplets, to a trickle, to a full stream blasting his esophagus and flooding his stomach.

In under twenty minutes, the bear had managed to sate four of Jacob’s five triggers. This was by far the best the fox had ever felt, and couldn’t imagine how he’d gotten through life before this without the ability to hit these highs. All he had to do was hold still and let the piss flood into him, completing the transformation of his stomach from a gut to a sewer. It was almost as if his body was aware of what it had to do to get it as well, as breathing almost became secondary for him. His airways had been blocked for nearly two minutes straight, when before he struggled to hold his breath for one. Despite that, he still felt no need to pull off, idly wondering if his body could breathe piss at this point.

Eventually though, the bear’s bladder was empty, and he dragged his cock back out of Jacob’s maw. The fox fought it as hard as he could, trying to suck it back inside, but eventually he was defeated with a small ‘pop’. He licked his lips as he looked down the length that had fed him, wishing he could get more from it.

“Fucking great job, toilet. Rare I find someone disgusting enough to take it all and not spill a drop,” the bear panted.

“I told you, it’s the rupees,” Jacob noted, shifting to get back off his knees and stand back up. Before he could though, a large paw appeared on his shoulder, keeping him down.

“Heh, sure it is,” the bear chuckled. “We’re not done yet though. You’ve been enjoying this quite a bit yourself, haven’t you?” he teased, lifting his leg and sliding the sole of his saliva-slicked footpaw over the top of Jacob’s cock. The fox whimpered. By now, his shaft was extremely sensitive, and he was likely to blow at any point. 

“That’s what I thought. So here’s what we’re gonna do,” the bear replied, sitting back down on the bench and raising his other leg, sandwiching Jacob’s cock between his footpaws, cradling it with his toes. Before he moved further, he reached over toward his pants, grabbed his phone, and unlocked the screen. He offered it to the fox, who took it with a confused look on his face.

“You’re going to put your contact info in there,” the bear instructed, gradually moving one set of toes along the throbbing pink fox flesh. “So that I can find you whenever I need to take a dump, and make you suck my dick with your shitty mouth after. Once I send you a text and you prove you’ve gotten it, then you can cum.”

Jacob typed as fast as his fingers would allow. He made a few mistakes, shivering in pleasure as the bear kept him right on the edge, but eventually got the correct info in there. He quickly double-checked it before handing it back to the bear, who promptly fired off the message. Jacob’s phone vibrated, and as proof, he reached into his pocket and held it up toward the bear. With a nod, the ursine sped up and pressed more firmly against Jacob’s cock, curling his toes around it and stroking.

It took all of five seconds for Jacob to blow. After being so close for so long, his orgasm was the second-best sensation to hit him so far today. He sprayed his load across the bottom of the ursine’s feet, where the bear made sure every rope of fox cum sprayed across his fur. 

“Good boy,” the ursine noted, wiggling his toes and feeling the sticky mess covering them. “Dessert’s served.”

The fox sprang into action. He got down onto all fours and started collecting his own cum, pulling it off the bear’s footpaw with his tongue and swallowing it down. It wasn’t the jizz that was the most interesting though, but the leftover sweaty texture. Jacob was sure he’d managed to clean most of it off earlier, but even now, the tiniest amount of sweat from someone else was so much better to him than a healthy dose of his own cum. After a minute or so, he’d sucked the bear’s toes clean, smacking his lips as he swallowed the last of his cum.

“And what do we say?” the bear asked.

“Thank you,” Jacob spat, hardly able to get the words out fast enough. 

“You’re welcome, pup,” the bear noted. “You did well. I’ll find you again soon, I promise. Before I go though, I’ve got one last gift for you…”

Jacob sat back up into a kneeling position, head cocked slightly to the side. This time, he truly had no idea what the bear had left to offer, having ingested just about every bodily fluid he could come up with. He watched as the bear reached toward the side, grabbing his boxers and holding them out toward Jacob.

“For…for me?” the fox asked, confused.

“Oh yes. But not to keep. You said you’ve got all five, right? Well, those have a bunch of holes anyway, and I was going to throw them out soon. Now seems like as good a time as any. Eat them,” he ordered.

Jacob looked down at the garment in his paws. Those few words were enough to transform his perception of them from an item of clothing into garbage, made to be consumed. Feeling his last line of hunger spiking, he snarled as he ripped off a huge hunk of sweaty fabric, surprising himself with just how aggressively he attacked the former clothing. He sucked on it for a moment, draining it of the residual sweat to enjoy before he forced himself to swallow, coughing after the rough trip down his esophagus.

He repeated the act a few more times, ravaging the boxers until only scraps were left in his paws. Unceremoniously, Jacob crammed them into his muzzle, sighing with true relief when they landed in his stomach with the rest. He hadn’t realized it before, but for the first time since he was diagnosed, the lingering feelings of desire were gone. All five were temporarily sated, and his mind truly felt like his own again, albeit turned up to eleven.

“Until next time,” the bear said simply, turning toward the door and heading out. Jacob hadn’t even noticed the ursine getting dressed during his last meal, too focused on tearing apart the underpants to be aware of anything else going on around him.

Finally able to refocus, a moment of panic swept over the fox. He was so caught up feeding his disease that he failed to realize everything else that should have been a higher priority. He could only thank his lucky stars that no one else had come into the dressing rooms while he’d been busy - at least, no one he knew of. He licked his lips, cursing the bear for pissing directly into his stomach - he could have used it as mouthwash to knock some of these stray bits of feces out from between his teeth. 

If he had to guess, he had to assume at least half an hour had passed. Jacob quickly stood up, felt his face to make sure no stray fluids were in his fur, and dashed back to the break room. His priority was to clean his maw, hopefully before anyone spotted him. Rather soon though, his hopes were dashed when he almost bowled Evan over.

“Whoa, hey, someone’s in a rush,” the otter joked. His nose wrinkled as he caught a whiff of the fox and took a step back. “Geez, what the fuck is that stench?”

“Uh…” Jacob started, unsure where to really begin.

“It smells like shit,” the otter said, reaching up and covering his nose.

“Hmm,” the fox added, keeping his maw mostly shut. 

“Did you fucking rip one on the way back here?” Evan asked, scrunching his face up a bit more and turning away.

“Mmm-mm,” Jacob mumbled.

Evan paused for a moment, still holding his nose, but turned back toward the fox. “You okay? I know I’m the talkative one, but usually I can get more than a word out of you.”

Jacob froze, unsure what he was going to say. Of anyone here, Evan would be the most likely to empathize with his condition, but it was still a lot to reveal to someone. Given that they’d be working together though, and this was unlikely to be the last time Jacob had to take care of his needs on the job…he decided to try for honesty. He relaxed his jaw slightly, letting out a deep exhale, preparing himself to speak. Before he could though, Evan immediately butted in.

“Fucking hell, it’s your breath?!” he asked with surprise as the smell assaulted him, clear as day even through his paw plugging his nostrils.

“Yes…” Jacob slowly admitted.

“Fuck, okay, if we’re gonna talk, I’m moving over here,” Evan said, shuffling back a few feet. “What the fuck? First you get the trash rupees, and it turns you into some kind of…filth lover overnight?”

“Okay, yes, I went to the doctor yesterday, and I have the trash rupees. But I also have…all the others…” he explained briefly.

“Bullshit. You only get one at once,” Evan countered.

“No, it’s true, look,” Jacob said, quickly striding across the room and grabbing the pamphlet out of his bag, brandishing it toward the otter. “Doc gave me this to explain all the different types.”

“So what?” the otter asked. “I got the same one. It’s not like they make different ones for different types, it’s just the same one for all of us.”

“Ugh,” Jacob grunted, turning back around and rummaging through his pack. Seizing the other paper he was looking for, he pulled it back and offered it to Evan as proof. 

The otter’s eyes went wide as he read, skimming over the report Jacob was given as he left the doctor’s office the day before. “You…you’re serious. I’ve heard stories about people with all of them, but didn’t think it was true. I feel like I’d have had more than one by now if I could have, but…damn. I’m sorry, dude.”

“Thanks. It’s…weird,” Jacob said, unsure what else to really say. 

“I bet. It was for me too,” Evan replied. “I don’t think I was quite as neat as you were before I got mine, but I certainly never thought I’d be drinking piss every other day. Definitely never thought I’d smell shit on your breath.”

“Me either,” Jacob said softly. “It’s…I mean, it’s not as bad as I thought it’d be at first. Rupees…I mean, for as annoying as it is, at least it makes it palatable…”

“Right? I thought I’d be vomiting every time I tried to treat it, but now I find the taste of piss… almost comforting, in a way,” Evan said, pausing for a moment. “I know this might be a weird question, or too soon for you to know, but does it, uh…arouse you, now…” he trailed off, almost ashamed of asking it.

“I…” Jacob started, squirming slightly. “I don’t really know for sure if all of them do. Obviously sex does when I need cum, but the others…I’m not sure,” he lied, sliding his tongue along his browned teeth and feeling a shameful stirring in his crotch. As he did, he realized Evan probably still thought he absolutely stank. “Look, we can talk more later, but I’d like to not walk around smelling like a sewer all day. I’m gonna go…rinse my mouth out, or something.”

“Yeah, you…probably should,” Evan replied, wafting his paw in front of his nose. “Let me know if you, uh…need anything…” he offered lamely.

“Will do,” Jacob said unconvincingly, offering the otter a small nod and walking off toward the restroom, cursing himself for not bringing his toothbrush even after thinking of it last night. He soon found himself in front of the sink, staring into the mirror and looking over his disheveled fur. Clearly his romp with the bear earlier had left him more unkempt than he expected, and spent a couple minutes trying to fix his appearance.

While he looked better, he still hadn’t taken care of the smell. With a quick flick of his paws, he turned on the water, intent on washing his muzzle out. As he leaned over though, he paused. The hold his disease had on him was growing, and as he slid his tongue around inside his muzzle a bit longer, he found himself wanting to wash the shit away less and less. He had to force himself eventually, splashing some water up into his mouth and swishing it around, choosing to swallow the tainted liquid instead of spitting it out. While he didn’t hate it in the moment, once he was done and had time to reflect, his actions scared him. If these desires grew any stronger…he wasn’t sure he’d be able to resist becoming absolutely filthy. Now cleaner, he renewed his resolve to stay that way, refusing to let the rupees win.

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Over the next couple days, Jacob’s resolve remained, but it was quickly faltering. It seemed like each fix he got only worsened his drive for it, and he could hardly go an hour before the need for something else came over him. Occasionally he could buy a bit more time after treating multiple forms at once, but it was incessant. After the second day, he had to buy a new toothbrush due to how soiled his first one had gotten, which promptly enabled him to eat the first. 

He didn’t know where he’d be without his family though. It wasn’t every day that he was lucky enough to have a burly bear stop by work and take care of every need he had. His father seemed most willing to help, but much like the last time Levi had tried, he couldn’t resolve the issues on his own. Jacob’s needs were much stronger and more frequent.

Unsure where to turn, the fox resorted to the person who was supposed to be there to help with his medical needs - his doctor. Sebastian quickly proved unhelpful though. Jacob called a few times, only getting to talk to the receptionist, who told him that the doctor was busy. Once though, he managed to speak to the hyena, only to be shot down. Sebastian was apologetic at least, but there really was nothing else he could do. There was no treatment he was aware of, and having Jacob come in to be checked out and spend more money for nothing seemed pointless.

Nevertheless, the fox remained resolute. He continued calling the next day, knowing there had to be something - he didn’t care if it was experimental or dangerous or what, he had to have a way to lessen the burden this disease carried on him. The receptionists eventually grew tired of his attempts though, especially since the doctor wasn’t even in the office that day. Despite knowing it was wrong, one of them finally caved and told Jacob where Sebastian lived, with the hope that it would put a stop to the vulpine’s harassment once and for all.

Not wasting any time, the fox threw on a jacket and practically ran out the front door, jumping into his car and heading across town. Sebastian lived in Paradise, somewhere Jacob had never been, but heard plenty about. He was nervous about heading to what seemed to be a seedy area, though left with few options, he knew he had to go through with it.

While he wasn’t sure exactly where the boundaries around the Paradise district of Riverside were, as he got closer to his destination, he had a pretty good idea. It wasn’t completely rundown, but there was a noticeable decline in the quality of the area. Yards were less maintained, buildings had chipped paint, and fewer shops were open and advertised even along what seemed to be the main roads. 

With the state of the area, Jacob hadn’t expected to see many furs out and about, but that couldn’t have been further from the case. At least a few were heading down each sidewalk, moving in and out of unmarked buildings, clearly sure of their way around the neighborhood. The further in he got, the less clothing he seemed to notice as well. Most of the furs still were covered, but it was certainly not uncommon to see someone walking around without a shirt or even fully nude. The fox even swore he saw someone in one of the alleys being fucked up against a brick wall, but he couldn’t be sure. 

After a few twists and turns, the fox finally ended up at the address he was given. He double checked it twice against the note he’d taken, finding it surprising that a doctor would be living in a place like this. The brick building didn’t have much of a yard, and while it wasn’t completely wild, it certainly hadn’t been cared for like the houses near Jacob’s. Part of him thought the receptionist had made up an address to get him to stop calling, but he had to take the chance. He parked along the side of the street nearby and headed up the front walkway, pausing for a moment in front of the door. A brief moment of clarity told him he was invading the doctor’s privacy, but it was quickly shut out as the pangs of hunger attacked once more. He raised his paw and rapped a few times on the door, barely waiting a second before he heard speech from the other side.

“For the last time, we do NOT need a live-in coc-” the voice started, cut off as it opened the door and saw the fox standing on the other side of it. “Jacob? What the fuck are you doing here? How did you even know where I lived?”

A few things crossed the fox’s mind immediately. First, he was certainly at the right address. Sebastian stood in the doorway looking slightly downward at him, curious as to what the fox was here for. Second, he’d clearly interrupted something - the hyena was half hard, and his cock was pointed directly at the fox. The doctor wore an extremely tight-fitting t-shirt, but nothing else. Finally, he realized he’d not even practiced what to say, and stood for a moment flapping his lips, not able to produce a coherent sound.

“Ugh, look, I told you. There’s nothing I can do. You’ll just have to live with it. Now if you’ll excuse me…” the hyena said, turning around to head back inside.

“Wait!” Jacob said frantically, reaching out and grabbing the doctor by the arm. “Please, I didn’t know where else to turn,” he spat, though couldn’t stop himself from repeatedly glancing down at the hyena’s crotch. “I can’t handle it. If it’s not shit, it’s piss, or trash, or cum, or sweat. I don’t have a life anymore; I’m constantly finding some kind of filth to eat to make sure I don’t go crazy. Please…” he trailed off, desperation evident in his voice.

Sebastian sighed. “I did tell you it wasn’t going to be easy…Just…come inside. There’s nothing I can do for you at this point, but if you just want to talk…fine.”

“Alright…” Jacob replied, ears flattening a bit upon hearing again that nothing could be done. After a moment of awkward silence upon following Sebastian inside, he piped up again, trying to break the tension. “What…what were you saying when you opened the door?”

“Huh? Oh, that. There’s a ferret who’s been going door-to-door for the last week trying to find someone to let him live there and suck their dick. Guessing he recently got his rupees as well and wants a more stable way to treat it. Keeps advertising himself as a live-in cocksucker, but my husband and I are perfectly fine getting each other off without him,” Sebastian said with a wave of his paw. “So how did you find out where I lived, anyway?”

“Uh…one of your receptionists told me…” Jacob said sheepishly.

“God damn it. Rochelle?” the hyena asked.

“I…I think so?” the fox replied, unsure.

“Going to have to have a talk with her tomorrow…” Sebastian said with a sigh, shaking his head. 

“I’m sorry…” Jacob muttered, looking down at the floor.

“Look…I get it, rupees sucks. I’m not in the office right now, so forgive me if the usual bedside manner slips a bit. I know a bunch of guys with it. Not to your extent, but none of them exactly have it easy. The difference with them though is they’ve generally all sucked it up and realized what they have to do. You’re still looking for an easy way out, and just won’t accept it,” Sebastian said bluntly. 

“But it’s all the time,” Jacob whined. “The few I know treat it like once a day, twice daily if they’re lucky or every other day if they’re not. It’s annoying, but not debilitating. Mine seems to compound on itself - I can treat all five first thing in the morning and I’m desperate again in the middle of the afternoon. And that’s if I can find all five - sometimes it’s just one, and I’m nervous and itchy and everything until I get lucky to find someone who can help.”

“See, that’s your problem - you’re still waiting for the answer to come to you. You didn’t even come here looking for a fix, you came looking for another easy answer. Paradise is full of guys who are all willing to trade one bodily fluid for another, yet instead of asking one of them, you come here. Why?” Sebastian pushed.

“Because it’s weird! It’s not how life’s supposed to work. I’m not supposed to eat filth, and I’m certainly not supposed to suck off any guy I can find. I was a virgin less than a week ago, now I feel like I’m some helplessly addicted filth slut,” Jacob lamented.

“Well, I got news for you - you are. The sooner you realize that and actually live like it, the easier it’ll be to deal with your rupees. The more you fight it and resist it and try to prove you’re not, the more you’re going to be disconnected from reality, and the crazier you’re going to get over this. Just let it happen. Life throws curve balls at us all the time, and we have to deal with them,” Sebastian lectured. 

Jacob opened his maw to reply, but was cut off by a wild, feral-sounding cry from the other room. “What was that?” He asked.

Sebastian let out a frustrated exhale. “My husband. I was trying to give him his fix when you arrived, but I haven’t been able to go for a couple days.”

“Oh…I’m, I’m sorry,” Jacob stammered. “I’ll…just go…”

“No…stay. We might be able to help each other,” Sebastian offered.

“In what way?” Jacob asked.

“Gerome has shit rupees, but obviously there’s not many people nearby to treat that,” Sebastian said.

“Obviously? I thought you said this place was filled with them?” Jacob asked.

The hyena gave him an odd look. “I…wow, okay, I thought this was more common knowledge. Maybe you were more sheltered than I thought. Paradise is basically filth-central for Riverside, but even within it, groups of furs with the same form of rupees tended to migrate toward each other for easier treatment. This is basically the cum district, even though it’s not an official name, which is why I thought you were that stupid ferret at first. Shit district is like a mile away, where most of the willing feeders go.”

“So…why do you live here then?” Jacob asked, raising his voice over another moan coming from the other room.

“Price. Shit’s the hardest form of rupees to treat given how few furs are willing to feed someone if they don’t have a form of it themselves, with as nasty as it is. The few that exist have congregated in that area, which means if you’ve got shit rupees, you desperately want to live there. It’s not any less common than the other forms though, so you’ve got a ton of furs fighting for a place there, and as a result, it’s somehow the most expensive place in the city. Cum’s much easier to find - basically just find a guy around and he’ll likely say yes - so no one feels as strong a need to move to this district, which means I can afford a house here,” Sebastian explained.

“Ah,” Jacob said lamely, not sure how to reply to that.

“Look, are you going to help, or not? Or, I should ask - can you? Gerome needs someone to shit in his mouth, and I need someone who can shit. You need to go or no?” Sebastian asked.

“Uh…I can a bit, yeah. Isn’t there a risk he gets some other versions though from me?” Jacob wondered.

“Yes, but it’s unlikely. Most furs aren’t susceptible to multiple forms, and you’re an especially unlikely transmitter since yours was genetic. Given what you’ve said about your sex life so far, I assume you haven’t been the most promiscuous, so I doubt you’re carrying a ton of viral loads in you to spread along either. It’s worth the risk though - Gerome is starting to go crazy, and if he picks up another version, it’s not going to be any nastier than shitting in his maw every day. So, are you in? If not, I need to head out and find someone who is,” the hyena pushed.

“Okay, fine. I suppose it’s the least I can do after barging in on you like this…” Jacob said, still with a hint of shame.

The hyena let out a sigh of relief. “Thank fuck. Okay, follow me,” he said with some urgency, quickly turning and walking into the other room.

Jacob followed behind the doctor, eyes now glancing down at the hyena’s naked ass as they made their way into the back room. Almost instantly after arriving though, the fox paused, caught off guard by what he saw. A mink was leashed to a hook on the wall, a frantic look in his eyes - one Jacob knew all too well. The chained male let out an excited squeak and tried to scurry toward the oncoming duo, but quickly moved toward the end of his leash, held right where he was.

“Uh…is he…feral?” Jacob asked, not quite sure how to proceed.

Sebastian just smirked. “You really are sheltered. No, but he’s my good little boy, aren’t you?” the doctor asked rhetorically, kneeling down and ruffling Gerome’s cheek fur, causing another excited squeak out of the mink. It didn’t last long though before the restrained male started moving his muzzle toward Sebastian’s side, hoping the hyena was about to turn around and feed him.

“Sorry buddy, nothing’s coming out, even when you tried licking it. But Jacob here’s gonna help feed you, right Jacob?” Sebastian asked, looking upward toward the fox.

“Uh…yeah, I’m here to help,” he offered lamely, offering a small wave to the mink and stepping up alongside Sebastian. Immediately, Gerome swapped his gaze over toward the vulpine, desperately straining against his leash again. While he knew some of it was just the roleplay, Jacob could see in the mink’s eyes just how desperate he was to get fed - it seemed to be borderline insanity. He hoped he would never reach that point. The doctor’s words rang true in his head, that he really had to make an honest effort to treat his new disease.

“Well? Go on then, help,” Sebastian said, reaching up and giving Jacob a small push forward, encouraging him to do what he’d signed up for.

With some hesitation, Jacob undid his pants and slid them down onto the floor, mirroring Sebastian in wearing a shirt but nothing down below. Gerome, meanwhile, was fully nude, and Jacob suspected he was always in that state. It still felt strange, but less awkward at least than the first time he’d done something with his dad and brother. 

The fox could barely turn around before he felt the mink’s muzzle against his ass. The tongue was wildly flailing around, lapping over every surface it could reach, in desperate search of any remnants left over from bowel movements past. Once it got closer to its target though, it became a much more focused effort. The second Gerome’s face planted itself between Jacob’s ass cheeks, he shoved his tongue forward and unceremoniously pierced the fox’s tailhole, swirling around in search of food.

Jacob jumped slightly as he felt the tongue enter him. It was different being on this side of things, helping someone else treat their rupees instead of shoving his own face in someone’s sweaty ass. He’d never been rimmed before but was now mentally preparing himself to shit down a stranger’s throat. As he started pushing, he couldn’t help but notice small differences in his behavior versus Gerome’s - Jacob’s rupees gave him plenty of reason to enjoy the ass itself, lapping at the sweat pooled up in the crack before getting to the main meal. Gerome had no care for it though, solely focused on the shit and nothing else.

A moment later, a faint crackling noise echoed through the room as the first log finally exited the fox’s ass. Gerome greedily slurped it up, eating as if he’d gone days without food - which, Jacob reminded himself, he likely had. Barely a second had passed before the mink’s muzzle was against his hole again, tongue plunged deep in search of more. He must have swallowed it nearly whole, as it felt extremely solid on the way out, and Jacob didn’t hear a whole lot of chewing. 

As he settled in, Jacob glanced over to his left, watching Sebastian slowly masturbating to the scene in front of him. He couldn’t help but lick his lips as he eyed the familiar hyena shaft, remembering only a few days prior when he’d sucked it dry. The fox glanced slightly upward and made eye contact with the doctor, who gave him a knowing wink.

“Get on all fours,” Sebastian ordered, and Jacob was quick to obey. As the fox got down onto the ground, Gerome’s muzzle followed, never once leaving contact with Jacob’s tailhole. After he got settled, he managed to push out another sloppier log for the mink. Gerome had seemingly calmed down enough to chew this one, as the fox could feel the leashed male’s jaw moving up and down against his taint.

The hyena knelt in front of the duo and, without a word, pressed the head of his cock against Jacob’s lips. The fox reacted more on instinct than anything, opening wide and engulfing the length, shuffling slightly forward as he did, swallowing it straight down to the base. Gerome immediately followed suit, now straining hard against the leash, but he wasn’t about to lose contact with Jacob’s messy hole. Once they all got into their new position, Sebastian took hold of Jacob’s head and started leisurely thrusting in and out of it, choosing to take control of the situation for himself.

The fox was more than happy with this arrangement. His own needs spiked once his muzzle was filled with cock - it was as if his rupees could sense treatment in the vicinity and acted up to make sure it got it as soon as possible. Jacob closed his eyes and focused on relaxing his jaw, lips held firm around the shaft but not tight enough to prevent Sebastian from fucking his throat.

On the other end, his bowel movement had started slowing down. A couple smaller, slimier logs piled out onto Gerome’s tongue. The mink mashed them around, shivering in pleasure as he got his fix. The recycled waste hit harder the second time around - a purer, more concentrated form of what rupees needed. It didn’t remove his desire though - every time his maw emptied, he jammed his tongue straight back into Jacob’s soiled pucker in search of more.

Sebastian kept thrusting away, growing less concerned with Jacob’s wellbeing the longer he went. He knew from experience those afflicted with rupees were much more tolerant to that which treated their disease, not just mentally, but physically as well. The fox’s muzzle could take a proper beating, even holding his breath much longer than previously possible if he was swallowing waste. As such, the hyena leaned over a bit, paws gripping the sides of the fox’s head more firmly now as he repeatedly slapped his sack off the vulpine’s chin. 

The trio continued like this for a few minutes, with Jacob desperately hoping Sebastian would cum soon. He could stay like this a while longer, but his need for cum was through the roof, and he would do anything to get it. He’d long since finished his bowel movement as well, but with no one to tell him to stop, Gerome was constantly French kissing his sphincter, making the fox’s ass cleaner than it had ever been.

At long last, the fox received his gift. Sebastian forcefully slammed his crotch into Jacob’s nose a few more times before leaving it in place, firing his load directly down the tight, warm throat. His cock madly throbbed, slightly visible through Jacob’s neck, flooding his stomach with hot seed. He wasn’t done though, as just when Jacob thought he was about to pull back, he felt a much more constant stream of burning piss assaulting his esophagus. Sebastian had seen firsthand just how Jacob had chugged a glass of it, so he knew the fox could handle a larger, harder stream of it.

Jacob felt more energetic than he had in a few days. The hyena’s piss so soon after his jizz was stronger than any energy drink Jacob had ever tried before. He’d had the girthy shaft embedded in his throat for nearly three straight minutes and he was sucking harder than ever on it, hoping it would never have to leave.

Unfortunately for both of them though, it did. With a pang of sadness, Sebastian finally removed his length from Jacob’s muzzle, wishing he had more to provide. A quick idea sprang into his mind though, realizing that while he had nothing else, it didn’t mean he couldn’t provide a bit more for the fox. He raised his head a bit, looking over Jacob and back at Gerome.

“You get your fill, buddy?” He asked, letting out a breathy chuckle as he watched the mink’s head move up and down against the fox’s ass. “Good. Well then, I’ll tell you a little secret. Jacob here’s like you - he’s got shit rupees too. I still feel constipated though, so how would you like to give him a quick snack?” He asked. The mink let out a happy squeal, spinning in a circle. Jacob perked up as well when he heard the doctor’s plan, feeling his cock throb at the prospect of a meal. 

“Lay on your back, Jacob,” Sebastian instructed. “It’s easier for him.”

The fox nodded and spun himself around, watching the mink do the same thing. Jacob flipped himself over, lying on his back with his legs flat, cock pointed straight up in the air in anticipation of what he was about to receive. As he looked up, his vision was quickly blocked by Gerome squatting down directly over his muzzle. The mink had shifted around and prepared to take a dump the way a feral dog would, only with much better aim directly at the fox’s mouth.

Feeling exactly the same way Gerome did a few moments ago, Jacob lifted his head slightly and sealed his lips against the pucker, roughly shoving his tongue inside. Immediately, he felt it pierce a rather mushy log of waste, but it didn’t stop him from pushing further in. Once he collected as much as he could, he scooped it back out, pulling the waste straight from the mink’s ass and gulping it down.

As he ate, the doctor’s words echoed around in his head again. He still had no idea who this mink was, and certainly wasn’t used to the master/pet dynamic going on in the house. Yet, despite the initial discomfort, he was on cloud nine as he ate the stranger’s heavily recycled feces. It still wasn’t natural for him, but he realized that putting himself out there wasn’t quite so bad. He might be able to make a go of it in Paradise after all, finding different guys to sate his needs.

For now though, he was focused on his meal. Semi-solid scat poured out into the fox’s maw once Gerome started pushing, and Jacob collected every morsel of it. It wasn’t quite diarrhea, but it was impossible to discern any individual logs in the waste. He chugged it like an incredibly thick milkshake, somehow both simultaneously the nastiest thing he’d ever eaten and the most arousing at the same time. Sebastian smirked as he looked on, watching bulges travel down the fox’s throat and the vulpine’s cock jumping in time with the swallows.

With as thin as the shit was, Gerome was emptied out rather quickly. Much like he’d done to Jacob though, the fox was now returning the favor, spending the next few minutes giving the mink’s ass the tongue bath of its life. Not even the remotest molecule of shit was left behind when Jacob got done, inhaling every last bit of grime and filth he could get his lips on. He removed himself eventually of his own accord though, smelling like a sewer but both filled and energized to take on the rest of the day.

“All better?” Sebastian asked, offering a paw to help Jacob back into a standing position once he’d finished eating.

“Much. Thanks,” the fox said, lapping at a stray brown stain on his upper lip.

“No, thank you. Gerome was starving, and I’d been straining for about twenty minutes trying to feed him when you showed up. If you’re willing to help me with him, you’re welcome back any time,” Sebastian said, patting the fox on the back.

“I’ll...I’ll have to take you up on that,” Jacob nodded. “It was fun.”

“I’ll say. I know it’s the rupees, but you’ve got a fine muzzle on you,” Sebastian grinned.

“Uh…thanks,” Jacob replied, not sure what else to say. 

After a moment of silence, Sebastian piped up again. “Well, I’ll show you back out. Gerome, what do we say?”

The mink looked up at the fox, clearly putting a lot of effort into what he was doing. “Th-thank you!” he croaked, almost struggling to speak, clearly not used to it. 

“M-my pleasure,” Jacob said, stammering a bit, still finding the whole interaction a bit strange. He bent over quickly and snatched his pants off the floor, stepping back into them and struggling to zip them back up. His cock hadn’t died down in the slightest, and with an engorged knot, he was left with it sticking straight out of the crotch of his pants.

“Don’t worry about it. No one here’s going to care,” Sebastian noted, shaking his head a bit at the fox’s antics.

“Alright…” Jacob said, leaving his cock out in the open for the moment.

“Few things before you go though,” Sebastian said, walking back with the fox toward the door. “First, I mean it. You’re welcome here whenever. It’s hard to find guys who are both willing to shit for Gerome and let me unleash a bit of my own filthy side on them.

“Thanks. I’ll be back for sure. Especially if I’m in Paradise more often,” Jacob assured him.

“Alright. Second, and to you probably most important…well, I hope you can understand why I couldn’t offer this suggestion in a professional capacity. It’s…certainly not the easiest one, and probably a bit extreme for your tastes. If you’re really willing to do whatever to treat your rupees though…I think it might be worth it,” Sebastian said ominously.

“Yes! Please, whatever you’ve got, I want it,” the fox spat, desperate for any type of solution.

“Alright, alright, keep your pants…well, most of the way on. I don’t know if you remember, but I did say I was aware of one other person who’s got all five forms. I’ve never met them though, but I’ve heard stories around Paradise about them. They’ve essentially given in as hard as possible to the disease, and live completely addicted to and surrounded by filth. He’s done some disgusting things even I won’t speak of, and I just set up a routine shit swap between you and my husband. If there’s anyone who can offer you advice, or knows what you’re going through…it’s him.”

“Do…do you know where I can find him?” Jacob asked cautiously. He wasn’t sure he wanted to meet someone who’d completely given their life up for filth, but…maybe he’d be able to learn a thing or two about how to manage it.

“Not really. I assume he keeps to the center of Paradise, near the intersection of each of the districts so he can treat whatever form is spiking at any time. I…think I’ve heard other furs say he’s a wolf who lives out of dumpsters, so…I guess just head toward the middle and start looking behind restaurants or stuff like that. If you find anywhere that seems particularly disgusting…you’re on the right track, I’d say. Oh, and I’m not sure about this, but…I think his name is Verne.”

“Okay…” Jacob sighed. It certainly wasn’t how he expected to spend the rest of his day, but knowing he likely wasn’t even going to be able to make it home before one of his other forms begged for a fix…now was as good a time as any to go check it out. “Was there anything else?” He asked.

“Just one more thing,” Sebastian said. Rather abruptly, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around the smaller male, pulling him in nice and tight. He smashed his lips up against the fox’s, shoving his tongue into Jacob’s maw with no warning. It took the fox a moment to get up to speed, but he eventually wrestled back, swapping saliva with his doctor and trading back and forth whose maw their tongues were in. Sebastian was ferocious with his kiss, reminding Jacob of his own desperation when he realized Gerome was about to feed him. After a good thirty seconds, they both pulled back breathless, a bit of spit dripping from each of their lips.

“Wow. Uh…wasn’t expecting that. Do, uh, I hope it’s not weird to ask, but do you have the shit rupees too, then?” Jacob asked.

Sebastian smiled broadly as he looked down at the fox. He paused before answering, smacking his lips and making a show of really enjoying the taste of the inside of Jacob’s maw. “Nope,” he said shortly, offering the fox a quick wink before turning and shutting the door behind him, leaving Jacob erect and stunned outside.

The fox stood there for a few moments, too surprised by the doctor to move. He knew fetishes like that existed, but it was still another thing entirely to be around someone who was willingly subjecting themselves to shit, even when their bodies didn’t require it. He couldn’t deny though, the doctor did have a hell of a tongue on him - not that Jacob had the most experience with making out with anyone before.

Still processing everything that happened, Jacob turned and headed back to his car. As he sat back in the seat, he reached down for his pants again. Something nagged at him though, and before he could try to zip them up again, he stopped. The doctor was right - his life had changed, and he had to accept that. The sooner he did, the sooner he could get on with things, and maybe even find happiness in his new situation. Trying to blend in more like those in Paradise, Jacob went the other direction - he shimmied out of his pants and tossed them on the seat next to him, staying nude from the waist down. 

With that, he set off. He still wasn’t sure exactly where he was going, but he had a lead, and he had to chase it. The deeper into Paradise he got, the more he believed he made the right decision. Clothes were the exception rather than the norm, and while there was still some level of decency in that furs took their lewd deeds into the alleyways, they weren’t exactly hidden from sight. It took a couple minutes before Jacob believed he’d left the cum district, finally seeing other forms of filth being spread around. One block in he’d noticed someone pissing into another’s maw, and a couple blocks further someone’s lower half was hanging out of a dumpster, presumably eating whatever they could find inside. 

This seemed as good as any place to start. The fox pulled over on the side of the road and parked, nodding softly as he climbed out, telling himself he was doing the right thing here. It was so strange, adjusting to this new life - he’d already shat in someone’s maw, had them shit in his, sucked off his doctor, and drank the hyena’s piss. And with any luck, that would just be the appetizer for what the day had in store for him. None of his triggers were particularly demanding right now, but not knowing how long that would last, Jacob set off in search of the stranger like him.

Discomfort still wracked the fox as he wandered through alleyways. It was still a small fear that he’d become truly at home in all the filth he was surrounded by, not wanting to lose himself fully to this disease. He grimaced as he stepped in a stray puddle of some sticky brown fluid, equally debating whether he’d try to scrape it off using the ground or his tongue. For now, he opted for the former, sliding it along the asphalt and at least making his fur a bit less messy.

With very little information on who he was tracking, Jacob kept his eyes peeled. He knew he was looking for a wolf who hung out in nasty places, and his name was Verne. That…was about it. Jacob had to get over his nerves and go up to random strangers to ask their identities, and that was scarier than just about anything he’d done so far. After questioning a couple wolves he found on the sidewalk to no avail, he found one leaning against the wall in a narrow alley. Clearing his throat in advance, he slowly walked up to the tall, gray, naked creature, looking upward to make eye contact with him.

“Excuse me, are you…Verne?” he asked hesitantly.

“Depends who’s asking,” the wolf replied. 

“I, uh, I’m Jacob,” the fox said, introducing himself.

“Jacob, eh? Whatcha want, looking for someone to suck your dick? Fifty bucks,” the wolf answered.

“Uh, no…” the fox said, caught off guard slightly. Why would someone who needed cum be charging for it?

“Whassamatter, scared I’ll bite it off?” The wolf teased, stepping away from the wall and slowly approaching the fox.

“No, I just…” Jacob said, too scared to finish his sentence.

“You wander into my alley, cock out, and refuse to let me suck it?” He pressed, with a hint of a growl appearing in his voice. “No, I don’t think so. Pay up and give me what’s mine.”

Jacob frantically sought an answer in his mind. Not only was his wallet still in his car, but who carried cash on them these days? He could understand someone being desperate for cum, but dealing with this wasn’t worth it. He likely wasn’t going to get away from the powerful lupine and had to use his wits. Unfortunately though, they seemed to be failing him. “Uh…you, you wouldn’t want my cum, I don’t shoot a lot,” he stammered, completely unsure of what to say.

“Cum’s cum, foxy. Rupees don’t care how much it is. Unless, what, you got the shit rupees or something? Ain’t never fucked someone with that before, and don’t wanna. I ain’t catching that nasty shit,” the wolf spat.

“Yes, actually!” Jacob said, perking up as he saw a way out. 

“How convenient. Prove it,” the wolf snarled, leaning down over the fox.

Jacob thanked his lucky stars he’d spent the time with Sebastian that he did. While his breath didn’t smell nearly as strongly now, he still had quite a bit of the mess inside him. He braced himself and focused his diaphragm, letting out the loudest belch he could right in the wolf’s face, more than capable of smelling the waste he’d eaten earlier.

“Oh, fucking hell,” the wolf shouted, backing off and waving a paw in front of his nose. “Get the fuck out of my alley, you sick fuck,” he ordered, coughing heavily from the intense stink assaulting his nostrils.

The fox took off the second he was told to. He sprinted to the end of the alley and around the corner, adding on another block for good measure. He stopped when he was sure no one was behind him, panting softly as the fear slowly left his body, though it didn’t stop his heart from beating far faster than normal. 

After pausing for a few minutes, Jacob finally stood back upright and let out a long exhale. That was far more than enough adventuring for one day. Taking great care to avoid the alley he was just in, he took a more circuitous route to try to get back to where he thought his car was. His sense of direction wasn’t horrible, but he worried he’d have to wander a bit to find it once he got close. 

The unfortunate thing with all of this, beyond having searched for Verne for so long with no results, was that his rupees was starting to flare up again. He could feel his need for trash in particular rising, having sated three of the others fully with Sebastian, and at least getting hints of sweat in along the way. Finding himself alone in one of the alleys he cut through, he approached the dumpster near the middle of it, already licking his lips as he saw the heavily stained exterior. What he didn’t expect when he looked inside, however, was a pair of legs.

The dumpster was half-open, with the upper half of the black and purple body obscured from view by the closed lid. He couldn’t be sure, but the legs looked fairly canine, and someone sleeping inside a dumpster had to be a good start. With one last chance that he’d found the right fur, Jacob tapped on the metal side, clearing his throat.

“Um…V-Verne?” He asked cautiously. At the very least, whoever was inside seemed to be less of an immediate threat than the last wolf he’d approached. The fur inside groaned softly, rolling over atop the trash, but otherwise made no notice of the fox intruding on his sleep. “E-Excuse me? Verne?” Jacob asked, raising his voice slightly.

“Uuuhhh,” the dumpster diver moaned. “Wha’ time izzit?” he mumbled drowsily.

“Like…three?” Jacob said, unsure without his phone on him.

“Ugh. It’s too early, fuck off,” the voice echoed from underneath the lid.

“No, three in the afternoon,” the fox corrected.

“I know,” the mysterious canine affirmed, rolling over onto his side and facing away from Jacob. 

The fox paused for a moment. He felt rude doing it, but he had to know if he’d found the mythical wolf his doctor told him about. “I’m sorry, but I need to know - are you Verne?” He asked more assertively.

“Yes, I’m Verne,” the wolf said with a hint of annoyance in his voice. “Now can I go back to sleep?”

“Wait, I - I was sent to talk to you,” Jacob said quickly.

“God damn it, not another one,” Verne sighed, finally reaching up and pushing the lid of the dumpster open and against the building wall. The black and purple wolf sat upright in the mess, his head barely over the edge of the dumpster as he looked out at Jacob. “Look, I don’t know which of my guys sent you here, but they should have told you to come later at night when I’m actually awake. Since I’m already up though, fine, we can do it. I always wake up with cravings anyway. So which ones you got for me?”

Jacob tilted his head slightly as he looked at the wolf, wondering what the hell he was talking about. “Your guys? Huh?” He asked, totally lost.

“Please don’t waste my time after waking me up…what is it? You want a toilet, got some special trash you want me to eat? Just want a nasty dicksucker, or someone to worship your feet? I don’t care, I’ll do it, just tell me what you want,” Verne said, almost bored when describing the various disgusting acts.

“No, I…no. I mean, I’ll do all that too,” Jacob stammered, doing an absolutely horrible job of explaining himself.

“Then what do you need me for? I eat, I don’t give, unless you got something good to feed me in return,” Verne said pointedly. “Besides, only guys who eat what I’ve got are the bug chasers trying to get their own form of rupees.”

“Sorry, let me start over - I need your help. I already got rupees like a week ago, and I don’t know how to deal with it. Someone told me they’d heard stories about you, and…I hoped you’d be able to show me how you manage it,” Jacob explained. “It’s completely overwhelming me.”

“Not gonna get much sympathy from me. Don’t get me wrong, I fucking love having an excuse to get nasty all day long, but it’s a huge difference between one form and all of them. Whichever one you’ve got, just go to the district for it and find the biggest guy you can every couple days, so then you get the biggest load. Or if it’s trash, just grab a bottle of rotten milk from in here and let me get back to sleep…” Verne said, a mixture of both confusion and annoyance evident in his voice with why someone would come to him of all furs about this.

“That’s just it - I’ve got them all too,” Jacob countered.

“Bullshit. There ain’t no one like me, ‘cept me. I barely know anyone else that has two, and you want me to think you’ve got all five? No way. You’re just another filth chaser trying to take what I’ve got, and looking for me to hook you up with the foul stuff. Fuck off,” Verne growled, turning away from the fox and trying to lay back down.

“No, wait!” Jacob shouted. “Please, I’m desperate. You’re right, it’s a huge difference. My brother sucks off someone every other day and he’s good. I can barely finish getting one fix at this point before I need something else. I sucked off my doctor and drank his piss a little over an hour ago, and ate his husband’s shit. I already want more though. I can barely even maintain my job - three breaks in the day aren’t enough to fit in so many treatments. I woke up last night chewing on my fucking blanket, and my pillow has a few bites taken out of it. I’m going crazy, and I don’t know what to do,” the fox ranted, pouring his heart out to the wolf in the hopes that he’d listen.

Verne remained skeptical, however. It was extremely unlikely anyone like himself existed, but oddly, a part of him wanted to believe the fox. For one thing, it was odd that the vulpine was still wearing a shirt. It was rare that anyone who came to him was wearing any clothes at all, yet this guy apparently maintained a shred of modesty. No one else had ever described what it felt like to have all the forms as accurately as Jacob had either, though that may have been a lucky guess. Something told him that he might have a kindred spirit here.

“Fine. I’ll give you a chance to prove it. Climb inside,” Verne instructed, shifting toward the back of the dumpster. 

“But…” Jacob started, but soon realized he had nothing to say. No protest made any sense here, and besides, the longer he thought about it, the more willing he became. Quickly, he tossed his shirt to the ground next to the dumpster and hoisted himself up, struggling a bit to get inside.

With a wet squelch, the fox landed on the fresh garbage inside. While it had largely entered the dumpster in large black bags, Verne had seen to that. The bags were obviously clawed apart, letting their contents spread everywhere. Clearly, a restaurant of some kind was in the area with as much discarded food as there was here, with plenty of empty containers accompanying them.

“Lay down,” Verne instructed, interrupting Jacob’s survey of the area.

“Alright…” the fox said slowly. This whole thing was still so alien to him, but after what Sebastian had told him, all caution at this point was thrown to the wind. He shifted a bit, trying to find purchase on a surface that continued to move underneath him, eventually finding enough stability to ease himself onto his back. While his stomach grumbled, the mixture of sticky, wet, and sharp feelings all over his fur left him more than a little uneasy. He couldn’t deny his urges though, and reached over to his left, grabbing a styrofoam cup with some foul-smelling liquid remnants stuck to the inside. “Do you mind if I…” he trailed off, lifting the refuse.

“Go ahead,” the wolf shrugged, moving a paw over and sliding it along the fox’s sheath, already seeing the pointed tip coming back out.

Jacob paused mid bite, looking down to see Verne openly fondling him. He hadn’t even realized his erection had dissipated after his earlier scare, but the wolf was determined to bring it back. Snacking on garbage certainly wasn’t hurting matters in that area either. Again, the fox’s first instinct was to stop the wolf, but this was probably the only other fur who’d be willing to drink the vulpine’s cum without fear of further infection. He knew he’d likely be repaying the favor later anyway, whenever his own need for semen rose up. 

“So, you, uh, you live here?” The fox asked awkwardly, doing his best to start up a conversation.

“Between dumpsters and beds, yeah. I come back here most often though. The guy that owns the restaurant doesn’t have to pay to have his garbage hauled over to the dump in the trash district, and in return, he keeps the bags inside for an extra week or so once they’re full before he sends them out to me. Lets it rot a bit,” the wolf explained, grabbing a couple used napkins from near his leg and stuffing them in his maw. “Ooh, phlegm,” he mumbled through his snack, sucking on the used paper for a moment before swallowing.

“Why…uh, why let it rot?” Jacob asked.

Verne frowned, though his paw never stopped coaxing the fox into a full erection. “I thought you said you had all the rupees.”

“I…do?” the fox countered, confused. “But I still don’t understand…I’ve only had it a little while.”

The wolf sighed. “In short, the filthier, the better. Rupees basically turns us into society’s cleaners, so we’re more incentivized to go after the nastier messes so they don’t get left behind. Not only do you get more energy out of it, but it turns you on more too,” he explained, removing his paw once the fox’s cock now seemed to be fully engorged. He ignored it for a moment though, turning toward the corner of the dumpster and shoving his paw under layers of garbage. After a moment of searching, he found his prize: a milk jug.

“Here, try it yourself,” Verne suggested. “I was saving this for later, but you’ll see what I mean. Eat a random napkin or takeout box or whatever, then take a swig of this.”

“Uh…okay,” Jacob said hesitantly, still not sure whether Verne was fucking with him or not. In no position to refuse though, he quickly made his way through a cardboard to-go container, finding it satisfying, but nothing out of the ordinary when it came to rupees replenishment. After taking the jug though, he grabbed it and tilted it up over his maw, but nothing at all came out.

“Did you pack cheese in this or something?” The fox asked, recoiling slightly from the smell.

“Nope,” Verne said happily. “That was milk when it got here.”

“Eugh…” Jacob shuddered. He scowled as he looked at the container, still finding the thought repulsive. Nevertheless, he brought it closer to his face, barely sticking his tongue out and making contact with the opening at the top. With some considerable effort, he forced it inside, pulling a chunk of the curdled dairy back and quickly swallowing it. The effects were practically immediate. He could feel his cock jump as the mess hit his stomach. Immediately realizing what the wolf was talking about, he brought the jug closer and simply bit into the plastic itself, making no distinction between the harder shell and the rotten interior when it came to edibility. 

“See what I mean?” the wolf chuckled. Seeing Jacob busy with his snack, he decided it was time to prepare his own. Verne shifted forward and took hold of the fox’s cock again, raising it upright. He lifted himself up a bit, straddling the fox’s waist and preparing to drop himself down.

Jacob continued chewing but watched the wolf with interest. When he realized what was about to happen though, he paused, doing his best to speak through his muzzleful. “Wait, no, hang on, I’ve never-” he started, but it was too late. With a sickening squelch, Verne dropped himself down and took Jacob’s cock to the hilt in one go. Immediately, Jacob knew what he was sinking into, and why the wolf didn’t need any lube.

“What, never been a top before?” The wolf teased, starting to vigorously bounce up and down on the fox’s lap.

“No,” Jacob mumbled, trying not to spit any of his depraved meal out. “Never done anal at all.”

“What?!” Verne asked, incredulous. “But you’re a fox. How have you never done anal?”

“I, uh, I never got around to a whole lot of sex. Rupees kind of forced it on me though. Gave my first blowjob like a week or so ago. Didn’t even realize I didn’t have a gag reflex…” he noted.

“That’s the rupees,” Verne nodded, practically slamming his ass into the fox’s crotch, sending flecks of shit spraying across the dumpster as he did. “I could deepthroat before it, but after…I mean, I could shove a baseball bat in either end and still have room for more.”

Jacob’s eyes went a bit wide, unsure if the wolf was actually joking or not. He’d certainly never pushed his own limits, but Verne seemed the type to have done that plenty of times over. “Are you serious?” he asked, popping the last of the jug into his maw, chomping through the plastic and rotten mess.

“Okay, no, I’m exaggerating. Last time I tried I could only get about three-fourths of it in,” Verne said, looking a bit ashamed of himself. “But I put the thick end in first!” he insisted.

“Damn. I’ve…uh, never really tried to see what I could take…” the fox mumbled.

“Well, you’ll get to try this here in a bit,” the wolf said, reaching down and giving his shaft a few quick strokes. Once he let it go, it resumed flying up and down in time with Verne’s bounces, roughly slapping into the fox’s stomach each time he went down.

“Does…uh, does it work to treat rupees anally?” Jacob asked, feeling dumb even asking the question.

“No,” Verne replied simply, smiling down at the fox.

“Then why…” Jacob trailed off.

“You’ll see,” the wolf said cryptically, leaning forward and placing his paws on Jacob’s sides, focusing heavily on milking his new companion for everything he was worth. 

The fox remained silent, still unsure in his naivete how this was going to help with their disease. He remained silent though, feeling his cock throb each time it encountered more resistance in the form of Verne’s next log of his afternoon dump. Jacob’s crotch was a swamp at this point, with Verne making it worse when he landed. He practically had to peel himself back up each time, with so much gooey, viscous waste connecting them.

While every fiber of the fox’s being told him this was revolting and wrong, the only thing that mattered right then was that his dick was screaming yes. The assault of fresh feces on his nostrils only made him throb harder. The trash that he couldn’t stop snacking on even while fucking someone for the first time gave him more than enough energy to keep going. Even just the scent of the wolf’s pre matting down his chest fur was pushing him closer to orgasm.

After nearly fifteen minutes of the world’s nastiest introduction to topping someone, Jacob finally could hold on no more. His moans were interspersed with labored breathing as he gripped the wolf’s hips, pulling Verne down and shoving his crotch up at the same time. It didn’t take too long with as loose as the wolf was, but soon enough the fox’s knot slipped inside, tying the two together. 

“There we go…breakfast is almost ready,” Verne said happily, feeling each jet of fox seed flooding his bowels. 

“B…Breakfast?” Jacob breathed. 

“Well, a late lunch or early dinner for you I guess,” Verne shrugged. “Just add the last ingredient and we can dig in.”

“Which is…?” Jacob asked, but immediately regretted it. “Never mind. One second…” he panted. It took a bit for him to be able to do it so soon after cumming, but after a minute or so, he was finally relaxed enough. It only came out in trickles at first, but once the stream started, it was powerful. Jacob bathed Verne’s insides with his urine, absolutely dwarfing the leftover shit and cum. 

“And breakfast…is…served,” Verne sighed, pleasurable warmth spreading through him as his bowels were warmed by the fox’s liquid waste.

“Do…do you want me to grab a cup or something?” Jacob asked, already looking around for one in preparation for when he’d eventually stop pissing.

Verne, however, didn’t reply. He instead chose to show off just how loose he truly was, only giving off a soft grunt as he yanked himself off Jacob’s knot. A mixture of cum, piss, and shit rained down over the fox’s crotch, but by the time the fox looked back at what was going on, the stream was being redirected. Verne had shifted himself around in a sort of sixty-nine position, pointing his ass directly at Jacob’s face. Once he aimed correctly, he pushed out hard, sending an avalanche of waste over the vulpine’s muzzle before he even had a chance to react. Jacob’s head was drenched in piss and shit in under a second, with odd clumps of brown waste smacking roughly into his face. He wasted no time in getting to his meal though, sealing his lips around the wolf’s abnormally gaped tailhole and chugging as fast as his throat would allow.

On the other end, Verne was equally as starved for his meal. He wrapped his lips around the fox’s cock and let him continue pissing inside, chugging the fox’s recycled urine until there was absolutely none left. This was his absolute favorite way to have a meal, and he’d only ever been able to do it with one or two other furs. Piss, shit, sweat, and cum covered Jacob’s crotch, and Verne was going to eat it all. He dragged his tongue across the soiled fur, collecting far more shit than anything, as most of the urine had drained off to season the garbage for later. The second any of it entered his maw though, he swallowed instantly, unable to even wait to savor his meal. 

The two canines worked frantically, with Jacob trying to suck Verne inside out through his tailhole, while the wolf did the same through the fox’s cock. Each bite only drove them further in their filth-crazed madness, satisfying all five of their urges at once. Even when the bulk of the mess was gone, neither of them stopped, dragging their tongues over everything imaginable. You could hardly tell Jacob’s crotch had been an absolute sea of shit a few minutes ago, or that Verne’s ass wasn’t freshly showered. The only reminder of their meal was the smell, but the duo still lapped away, almost scared of having missed the tiniest morsel.

Verne was the first to snap himself out of it, knowing there was more to come. He pulled his rump away from the whining fox, sitting back down on the trash and facing the vulpine. “Have fun?” he asked, licking his lips.

“Fuck yeah,” Jacob nodded. “I haven’t felt this good since I ate from some bear in a changing room a week ago.”

“Good. Ready for more then?” Verne asked.

“Oh yeah. What’s next?” Jacob asked, far too eager.

“We swap,” Verne said simply.

“Oh. Uh…okay,” Jacob said, a small bit of apprehension hitting him, knowing he’d never had anything really inside him before. “Do, uh, do you have any lube or something? I’m not nearly as loose as you are…”

“I’m sure you’ve got something inside,” Verne said suggestively.

“Uh…no, actually…” Jacob said, feeling a bit silly for his shame over not needing to take a dump. “I fed someone a couple hours ago, didn’t know I’d be doing this today…”

“Ugh,” Verne said, frustrated. “Well, as long as it went to a good cause. I can find something…” he supposed, rifling around in the pile of garbage he called home. “Uh…this’ll work, I guess,” he replied, turning back around holding what looked like the remains of a couple heavily spoiled and deconstructed cheeseburgers in his paws. 

Knowing better than to question the wolf at this point, Jacob watched as Verne lowered the meat toward his crotch, sliding them up and down his knotted pink length. He squeezed roughly, letting the unsanitary grease drippings and semi-melted cheese cover his already-filthy length. It wasn’t the best lube, but with as slippery as these oils were, Verne supposed it would work. It was far from the first time he’d used whatever he could find for lube, and it wouldn’t be the last. 

“Get on all fours real quick,” Verne suggested. Slightly nervous but eager for another meal like his last, Jacob obeyed, flipping himself over and shifting upright. Not wanting to press too quickly, the wolf moved behind the vulpine, lifting up the decreasingly fluffy tail. He moved his paw in, wiggling a couple fingers against the fox’s unsullied hole, finding it far cleaner than he’d have liked. His greased digits soon found their way in, with Jacob far more accommodating than he’d expected. It wasn’t too much more work to get a third finger inside, but the fourth was a bit more of a struggle. Verne wiggled them back and forth, carefully and diligently stretching out Jacob’s hole. As he worked though, he subtly used the opportunity to start stuffing random bits of whatever he could find inside, starting with the rest of the rotten meat. Leftover mushy fries and some sticky, sweet substance Verne couldn’t identify ended up shoved inside, painting Jacob’s walls to make way for the wolf’s cock. The latter didn’t necessarily make the best lube, but Verne couldn’t help himself, determined to fuck his way through some kind of mess. 

Jacob momentarily felt fully empty when Verne finally removed all of his fingers, still facing away from the wolf, preparing for the inevitable penetration. A moment later, it came, as the hot pink flesh was lined up against the fox’s hole. Verne wasted no time in pushing forward, moaning softly as he felt his length sinking into the mess of his own making. Jacob shuddered softly as he filled back up, his own cock springing back to life despite getting off a few minutes ago, already dripping pre over the garbage beneath.

Verne started up, and after both canines were already riled up from their first feeding of the day, the wolf was eager to bring about their second. He took it slow at first, but once he knew Jacob could handle it, he quickly adopted his natural pace. The wolf slammed inside roughly twice a second, more focused on the upcoming meal than enjoying the sensations he was going through now, knowing more filth to consume would give him enough energy to go again later. 

As usual, eating his own waste wasn’t nearly as satisfying as someone else’s. While Jacob wasn’t adding his own brand of lube, Verne was still eager to taste the fox’s insides. His glee soon grew, as even though Jacob had said he was empty, the wolf recognized the all too familiar sensation of his pointed length barreling through a log of waste. Somehow, he managed to increase his pace, frantically hilting himself over and over again in a desperate attempt to get fed.

Jacob, mostly along for the ride, was equally eager for his meal. He thought there would be more discomfort getting fucked for the first time, but he supposed rupees made his ass more forgiving as well. With some spare time while Verne cooked though, the fox set his sights on what was right in front of him. He lowered his head and snatched up everything he could find directly beneath, uncaring what it was, simply scarfing down every bit of garbage he could sink his fangs into. 

Verne continued working, but after holding his orgasm in while he rode Jacob, it didn’t take too long for him to blow. His knot took far more effort to fit inside than it did for the fox to enter him, despite being roughly the same size. It pounded against Jacob’s backdoor a few times before he finally mustered the strength to jam it in, causing the fox to moan in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he felt the wolf’s entire length inside. 

Unlike Verne, Jacob wasn’t nearly loose enough for the wolf to pull his knot back out immediately. It took some time for it to go down, but before it had, there was one last thing to do. Just like Jacob had done with him, he relaxed his bladder and stuffed the fox’s bowels even further, flooding his intestines with urine that had passed through the wolf’s system who knows how many times. It made it much harder for his knot to go down, but a few minutes later, it did. 

This time, Verne was much more focused on himself. As soon as he was free, he sank down onto his knees and shoved his muzzle under the fox’s tail, madly guzzling everything that shot free. Jacob panicked as soon as he realized he was being left out, spinning himself around, laser-focused on the wolf’s shaft. After a bit of tussling around, the two ended up on their sides, with both their muzzles where they belonged. Jacob attacked the wolf’s crotch, while Verne’s tongue scraped every bit of waste and refuse from the inside of the fox’s tailhole. Another ten minutes were spent just on cleanup, again leaving their plates spotless before they fell onto their backs, panting softly with their stomachs full.

“For what it’s worth…I believe you now,” Verne breathed.

“Huh?” Jacob asked, confused.

“That you’re like me, with all the rupees,” Verne added.

“Oh. Yeah, I told you. What convinced you though?” Jacob asked.

“Well, the jug honestly. I’ve seen guys who just want the filth, and they’d focus on the spoiled milk. You chewed your way through the plastic like it wasn’t even there though,” Verne noted.

“Oh. Well…yeah, I wasn’t kidding. I really needed help, and you sure know how to treat it. You’ve got this down to a science dude. I didn’t even think about it, but when I was cleaning you up, I fucking loved how sweaty your nuts were,” Jacob praised.

“Right back at you. You’ve got a disgusting ass on you, shit-filled or not,” Verne replied. “Well, given that we’re two of a kind, I think I know how you’re feeling right now.”

“How’s that?” Jacob asked.

“Like you could go ten more rounds,” the wolf said simply.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Jacob answered, promptly showing off his energy. He maneuvered onto all fours above the wolf, jamming his cock down Verne’s throat and engulfing the lupine’s own, working toward the second of undoubtedly many orgasms they’d have that day. While the fox was apprehensive to start the day, having seen how much fun it can be to truly give in and treat rupees the proper way…for the first time, he thought that living with his new disease might not be so bad after all.

