Dirty Little Freaks
Curiosity
By Dirt
		Francis leaned up against the doorway to his bedroom and let out a long sigh. The genet stared back at his room, shaking his head in disappointment. The room was littered in boxes with vague descriptions of the contents inside of them. They stacked up around the room, on his bed, and outside of the door. His new room was barely large enough to support all of the boxes as they were, and he knew it would be just as big of a challenge unpacking them as it was getting them in the room in the first place.
	Francis started with the nearest box, opening it up to see what was inside. Clothes. It’s always clothes. He began to unpack the box, taking his time with each shirt and hanging it up inside of his tiny closet. He might have misjudged the size of the room that he was given. By the time that he finished with the first box, the closet was already a quarter filled. His ears folded back and he rubbed the back of his head, looking around the room to get a perspective of how long it would take.
	It only took seconds for Francis to realize that he was done for now. The room was crammed with boxes and he didn’t need to go through any of them to know that it was going to take all night to finish this chore. As well, he wasn’t looking forward to doing it in the condition that he was in right now. His fur stuck uncomfortably to his shirt and pants from a layer of sweat that had built up from moving boxes all morning. He searched through the boxes until he found the one with his bathroom stuff before heading into the bathroom.
	Francis had just moved into a college house with a couple other students. It was his first time away from home and he had to admit that it was scary. He was stuck in a tiny house with two completely strangers, a crocodile and an otter. They offered him to go to a movie with them, but the genet wasn’t quite ready for that yet. He wanted to keep as much distance between the rest of his roommates and himself to keep his secrets safe. Also, the movie they wanted to see looked dumb.
Francis put his box down on the counter before peeling off his clothes. The grey sweatshirt and the t-shirt came off as one, still glued together by his own sweat. He pulled down his pants boxers in one go as well, wrinkling his nose at the smell of himself. The work that accumulated from the day had managed to build up in his fur and produce a very fine and distinct flavor of its own. He would have got caught up in it if he hadn’t browsed the mirror.
He was mesmerized by the sight of himself. His black and white striped and spotted fur was short, giving him a very clear view of himself. The genet was about the same heights of all the roommates that he had met thus far, but he had a bit more weight on him and wasn’t nearly as muscular. Still, the masculine figures that he did have showed and gave him a bit of confidence. His little gut poked out from his abdomen and sunk down to his crotch. Francis’s sheath was slim, but long enough to make him smirk at the thought of his own erection.
He froze for a second, perking his ears as thoughts of arousal passed by him. He glanced at the door than back at the shower-tub combination. He told himself that he wouldn’t be doing any of his little ‘adventures’ while he was with his new roommates, but already, he questioned his decision. His roommates were out and about and his privacy was secure by the door and the fact that the only way to come in was a tiny peephole that allowed steam to escape. Francis pulled out his black briefs and put them back on.
Francis called out for his roommates as he poked his head out of the bathroom. His slim muzzle poked around, looking back and forth to listen for a reply. It was not enough for him to just hear for a response to know that he was alone. He darted outside the bathroom, running across the halls and peeking his head inside of each their rooms to make sure they were truly gone. 
His paws were wrapped around his crotch, concealing the front of his briefs as though it would have done any good. The mere fact that he was so exposed was already beginning to work its magic. He could feel his sheath pressing against his paws through the fabric. He couldn’t help but let his fingers play with himself.  When he checked every corner of the house, he quickly ran to the front door and bolted the door shut. He wouldn’t know what excuse he would use for locking everyone out of the house, but he figured he wouldn’t take too long.
	The genet ran into the bathroom, the same one that he shared with all of his roommates before slamming it behind him and glancing at the mirror. His paws were resting on the bands of his briefs teasingly. His erection was pressed tightly against the black briefs. It forced the fabric to extend as it far as it would go. It would have been slightly uncomfortable to the civet if he wasn’t too busy enjoying it.
	His fur rough short fur clearly outlined his chubby body. His body was a mixture of designs. Along his sides were dash like black spots and on his back was a cape of black fur. The fur that was not black was a dirty mix of both grey and white, giving off an impression as though he hadn’t showered in a while. His tail was covered in black rings that went from the base of his tail to the tip of it.
The genet rarely played with himself, and he felt that he could use some good alone time to catch up.  Francis’ hands wandered, reaching up to his chest and feeling his nipples through the short fur. He took a quick gasp, still a bit shy even to himself. He relaxed his hands on his chest again and traced them down to his gut and rubbing it until he reached the band of his briefs. He stretched the elastic out and pulled the tight fitting briefs down. His erection bounced when the elastic was pulled over it. It twitched and pumped as if it was cheering the newfound freedom that it achieved.
Francis pulled the briefs down, bending down with it until they hung at the end of his feet. He pulled his feet through each of the openings before kicking the briefs with the rest of the clothes. When he stood straight again, he gave himself another look in the mirror. He knew that the excitement was more than enough to get him off at that very moment, but he also knew that he came to the bathroom for a reason. If he was going to have fun, he was going to take it all the way.
Francis turned his head to the bathtub and smirked. It was a large shower/bathtub combination, almost more than enough to accompany two people on its own. He licked his lips and hopped inside of the tub before sliding down to his rear. He turned his head one last time to the door, making sure that it was locked. When he was sure that nothing could actually interrupt him, he slid down from his rear all the way to his back. The boy was shivering, scared that he was going to try this…thing again.
He bit his lip and stared up at the ceiling, taking deep breaths to try and calm himself down as best he could. He promised himself a week before ‘claiming’ the bathtub, but the intensity was too much for him. He could feel his bowels fighting him, not used to the idea of laying down like he was while he was trying to push. He took a gulp before squinting his eyes closed and giving a strong push. His sphincter gave way in an instant and he felt the tip of a log push out of his tailhole.
	Francis didn’t need to push anymore at that point. He opened his eyes and lifted himself was his arms just enough to get a look. He couldn’t see it just yet, but he could feel the solid piece of fecal matter sliding its way out of his tailhole and between his cheeks. He could smell the room filling up with the smell of his waste, but it hardly fazed him. He actually enjoyed the rank and unpleasant of the turd that pushed out of him. He had to restrain himself from reaching out and stroking himself to climax, wanting to keep it going as long as possible.
	Francis’ erection was flicking up and down with all of the intense feelings, as if begging for some attention from his hands. He could feel his relaxed state doing more for his bladder than his arousal. Without any warning, Francis felt his crotch become warm with urine. He peaked his muzzle down to watch the stream trickle down the side of his shaft. He smirked before closing his eyes and pushing as hard as he could.
	The trickle turned into a thick stream of urine. It followed up the genet’s stomach, coating his white fur with yellow piss. His fur was too short to absorb most of the piss and instead, it ran down the sides of his body and puddled around him in the tub. He pushed harder, opening his muzzle and receiving a reward for his effort. The stream splashed up against his tongue, giving him a mouthful of his own pee. He kept let his long feline like tongue hang out of his muzzle, trying to catch as much of the taste as he could.
	The stream died down quickly. It dribbled from his chest and to his stomach before eventually cutting out completely. Francis closed his muzzle up and swallowed down the urine that filled his maw. The stale taste of the warm piss didn’t agree with his stomach, but he forced himself to swallow it down regardless. He flung open his muzzle, letting his tongue flop out to the side while he gasped for air. His breath reeked of the bitter taste that clung to his lips and tongue.
	He looked down and made a wide smile when he saw the end of his tail. While his attention was drawn away to his piss, the long log had finally pushed all the way out of him and landed on his tail. He stretched himself out to get a good look at the mess he made. The massive turd left a trail from his tailhole all the way to his tail. Though one tail of it had still stuck to the base of his tail, the other end had reached down to plot itself on the tub. He shifted his eyes back and forth, wondering if he would be able to finally go through with his darkest desires.
	His tail flicked a couple time until the log broke free from his fur and fell onto the tub. By now the bathroom smelt like a sewage line. He could almost taste the filth from how thick the scent had become, but that was not good enough for him. Francis pulled himself up from his back and onto his knees. He licked his lips hungrily before giving a sick grin at the piece of turd below him. The genet was surprised that something that large could have come from him. The brown turd must have been at least eight inches long and maybe two or three inches thick.
	He rested one of his hands on the tub close to the monster he just laid. His other paw was under the control of his urges now. It wrapped around his six inch long shaft and began to stroke it furiously. He knew that he didn’t have much time before he would end up finishing. He dove his muzzle towards the pile, bringing it just inches away from the log. His tongue hung dangerously close to the shit, trying to get a taste of his desires.
	Francis took a long wiff of the mess before pulling back. It was no wonder why he never grew the courage to actually take it in his muzzle before. His lips pulled back and his muzzle opened up wide just as he let out a loud heave that could be heard throughout the house. He shook his muzzle a couple times. He had to rub his fat gut a bit before he could go back down. His body fought against him as he tried to lean into the steaming turd in the middle of the tub. Sweat and piss was dripping off of him and audibly crashing down onto the tub. 
	He managed to get just as close, taking a smaller sniff to gauge himself. It still smelt terrible and it still made him gag in disgust, but he fought it anyways. His tongue slid carefully out of his mouth, reaching down to the shit fearfully. He knew that his body was going to hate him if he actually went through with it, but he tried anyways. His muzzle arched down more, encouraging himself to lick the filth into his muzzle. He was millimeters away from achieving his goal, but just before he could get close enough an explosion happened in his mind.
	He froze, barely able to see anything anymore. A glob of saliva ran down the side of his tongue and mixed with the shit pile. His mind swirled with colors and stars while his body was frozen in paralysis. He couldn’t do anything but pant and whine, knowing full well what happened. When he could move again, he lifted himself up and looked down at his crotch. His fat member was still shooting out strings of seed onto the bathtub. He could see that his first couple spurts had managed to shoot out far enough to coat the shit with his own special frosting.
	The genet shook his head a couple times, almost as if he was waking up from a dream. He gave a couple glances back and forth, wondering exactly what he was doing until he saw the pile of shit in front of him along with the jizz. It didn’t take him long to put two and two together before letting out a sigh of relief. He didn’t know how close he had gotten to completing his fantasies, but he was glad that he only had to deal with the bitter taste of piss in his muzzle.
	Francis turned on the shower, letting the water get scotching hot to wash away the piss and shame that covered his body. His large feline-like feet stepped into the pile of shit, stomping it a couple times to loosen it up. The feeling of the shit mashing between his toes and sinking into his fur was enough to make him heave again. The hot mess did not want to break free, so he had to twist it a couple times until the water finally worked its magic.
	As he watched his enormous beast of a being broken up and washed away, a thought crossed his mind. He wondered if his trance of lust would ever push him far enough to get past this point. He knew that he got closer every time that he built himself up like this. He just wished that someone would have given him that millimeter push into his own waste. Little did he know that there was a pair of eyes watching him through the peephole of the bathroom that was more than willing to give him that push he needed.