The evening air was crisp, carrying the scent of a recent storm. Beck, a small mouse with fur the color of toasted almonds and marshmallows, hurried through the shadowed streets, his eyes darting from side to side, holding a bulging bag slung over his shoulder. It contained a good amount of supplies, a blend of food and medicine that could mean the difference between health and sickness. His destination was an unassuming apartment building, nestled between a convenience store and a tailor shop, where his friend Phin was waiting.

Phin, a goat with fur so white and silvery it seemed to be spun from moonlight, was laid up in his apartment, wrestling with a nasty flu that had turned his once robust body into a limp ragdoll. The room smelled faintly of mint and chamomile, a sign of Beck's previous visits and his attempt to soothe the illness with herbal teas. However, the distinct smell of sickness lingered in every corner, every nook and cranny of his small apartment.  Despite the warmth of the blankets piled on him, Phin's nose remained cold to the touch, and he shivered as the fever rocked his body.

Beck arrived at the apartment complex, panting slightly from the run. He had been so worried about Phin that he had dashed through the streets without noticing the cool breeze or the rustling of leaves beneath his nimble feet. He took a moment to catch his breath, then scurried to the third floor, where Phin's apartment was. The stairs groaned under his weight, echoing his urgency through the otherwise quiet corridor. When he reached Phin's door, Beck paused and took a deep breath before knocking gently.

The door creaked open to reveal Phin's bleary eyes peering through the crack. "Beck," he rasped, his voice barely more than a whisper, "You're back." Phin's face showed his tiredness, his silver fur matted with sweat, and his eyes were half lidded. Beck's heart tightened at the sight of his friend's condition, but he managed a comforting smile. "Of course, Phin. I brought you some supplies to help you get better."

Carefully, Beck maneuvered into the apartment, his tail swishing with concern. He placed the bag on the kitchen counter and immediately started unpacking it. The sound of cans clinking together filled the air as he laid out soup and juices, breaking the silence that had greeted him moments before. Each item was a hope in the fight against Phin's illness. Beck's nose twitched as he caught the faint scent of the sickness that clung to the room, but he focused on the task at hand.

With gentle paws, he pulled out a bottle of clear liquid, the label shimmering with the promise of relief, and a picture of a smiling leopard. It was a strong medicine that Beck had go to several stores to find, but it was one that was supposed to be effective against the  flu going around. He poured a measured dose into a spoon and carried it to the bedroom. Phin's eyes followed Beck as he came in.

"Take this," Beck said, offering the spoon.

Phin's eyes narrowed as he took in the bitter scent of the medicine, but he trusted Beck. With a grimace, he opened his mouth, and Beck administered the potion with a gentle touch. Phin's throat constricted as he swallowed, the taste like liquid fire coating his throat. Beck watched his friend with a furrowed brow, waiting for any sign of relief or discomfort.

As the medicine settled in, Phin felt a slight warmth spread through his body, and his shivering subsided. Beck's smile grew wider. "That should help!" he exclaimed, his voice a beacon of cheer in the dimly lit room. "You'll be right as rain soon enough!" The words hung in the air, a promise of better days.

But Beck's gaze fell to the bed, and his expression grew serious again. The blankets, once pristine and white, were now a mottled mess of gray, soaked with sweat and stained with the grime of sickness. He couldn't let his friend languish in such an unclean environment. With a swiftness that belied his size, Beck grabbed the blankets and whisked them off Phin. The sudden exposure to the cool air made Phin's teeth chatter, but Beck was already in motion, striding over to the laundry basket in the corner.

The goat could feel his cheeks flushing, his body exposed in nothing but a pair of boxers. But Beck was his friend, and he knew Phin wouldn't judge him for his current state. Still, the embarrassment was palpable as he laid there, almost too weak to move. "You don't have to do that," Phin murmured, his eyes averted.

Beck ignored the protest, his focus on the welfare of his friend. He quickly tossed the soiled blankets into the basket and turned to the closet, pulling out a fresh set. The fabric was cool and clean, smelling faintly of lavender from Phin's favorite detergent. As he approached the bed, Phin's blush deepened, his eyes squeezed shut.

But before Beck could lay the new blankets over him, a sound echoed through the room that was anything but comforting—a loud, guttural growl from Phin's stomach. It was a roar that seemed to come from the very depths of his being. Beck's ears perked up, not knowing if it was hunger sounds he was hearing, or...sounds bound for the other end.

Phin's eyes shot open as he realized that sound, and now pressure was from his gut ready to unleash a torrent of foul mess over the bed. "Oh no," he murmured, his eyes widening with horror. "Beck, I think,"  another rumble echoed through the room, "please get out of here.  You don't want to watch this...please."

Phin pleaded, his face reddening with embarrassment. He felt too sick, too weak to get up and stumble to the bathroom. His body was betraying him at the most inopportune moment, and the last thing he wanted was for Beck to see this side of him.

Beck's expression remained calm, his eyes soft. He had a secret, one that even Phin didn't know. In the privacy of his own home, Beck had indulged in a peculiar behavior—consuming his own feces. It wasn't something he talked about or was proud of, but it was a strange comfort to him, a secret craving that he had developed over the years. He had only ever tasted the scat of another once, and that experience had been... interesting.

Beck's tummy also grumbled loudly, but this was out of hunger.  He hadn't gotten a chance to eat after his shift at work.  Then, he went on the adventure to find Phin some medicine.  Here and now, though, a hunger and a dark, forbidden desire raced through Beck's mind.

The smell of Phin's impending sickness filled the room. To Beck, though the scent of illness was surprisingly appetizing to him, a fact that he kept tightly hidden from everyone. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. The growl from Phin's stomach resonated with Beck's own desires.

"Don't worry, Phin," Beck said, his voice steady and reassuring. He placed the fresh blankets aside and swiftly climbed onto the sweat laden bed. With surprising strength, he rolled his friend over onto his belly, his eyes gleaming with a mix of concern and something else, something deeper, something that was uniquely his own. "I'm always here to help."

What Beck did next was something no one would expect from the timid, helpful mouse. With a gentle but firm grip, he reached for the waistband of Phin's boxers. "What are you..." is all Phin could say as Beck wrapped his fingers around the back of Phin's underwear and pulled down. The fabric slid over the goat's hips, exposing his bare bottom to the cool air. Phin's eyes went wide with shock and confusion, his face a mask of embarrassment and vulnerability.

The pink star of Phin's anus was indeed delectable to Beck's eyes. It was a part of his friend that Beck had never seen before. The pink flesh was tight and was covered in old sweat, smelling strongly of his musk, that was surrounded by fur that was a stark contrast to the rest of Phin's body. Beck felt a strange, intense hunger.  Not for the food and medicine he had brought, but for something far more intimate and personal.

"Beck, what are you doing?" Phin managed to croak out, his body tense. Beck took a deep breath and let his eyes linger on the spot, his mind racing with the justifications he had constructed.

"It's okay, Phin," Beck said calmly, his voice steady. "I'm just going to help you out here. You're too sick to get up, and I don't want you to make a mess of yourself." He tried to keep his voice from shaking, knowing that his true intentions were not what he was saying. But in his mind, it was all for his friend's sake.

With the grace of a predator stalking its prey, Beck lifted Phin's short tail, revealing completely the tight pucker of his anus. The goat's body tensed, his breathing shallow. Then, the inevitable happened. The gurgle grew louder, a prelude to the eruption Beck had been anticipating. Without a moment's hesitation, Beck leaned in, his whiskers brushing against Phin's sweat-soaked fur, and took the goat's protruding asshole into his mouth.

Phin grunted.  He tried in vain to clench his tailhole.  Maybe, he thought, he would be able to make it to the bathroom.  However, it was a fight that he would not win.  As his body pushed more of his hot, foul scat down his bowels, Phin stopped fighting back and just relaxed his tired, weak body.

The first wave of hot, watery diarrhea filled Beck's mouth, coating his tongue and teeth with a bitterness that was somehow satisfying. As his tongue soaked in the flavor, Beck found it to be quite sour, unlike his.  Sour with a hint of coffee grounds.  It was a new taste that he was happy to experience.

He swallowed, the liquid sliding down his throat, warming him from the inside out. The smell of sickness was pungent, but Beck found himself craving more. Phin's body convulsed beneath him, his grunts muffled by the sheets as Beck eagerly drank in his friend's suffering.

As the river of watery shit flowed strongly still, Beck placed his tongue right under Phin's tailhole and curled the sides.  Relaxing his throat, he created a makeshift slide for the disgusting mess to flow directly down his tongue to his throat and right into his belly.  Beck's job was to make sure the bed was spotless, not to indulge in his darkest taboo.  At least, that is what he told himself.

Phin's body trembled with each spasm, his face buried in the pillow, mortified by what was happening. Yet, despite his embarrassment, he felt a strange sense of relief, as if the pressure inside him was slowly dissipating. The room was filled with the sound of Beck's slurping and the squelching noises of his tongue against Phin's asshole, creating a rhythm that was almost hypnotic.

Beck's belly swelled slightly with each mouthful, his throat working to accommodate the unexpected meal. His eyes were closed, lost in the moment, savoring what flavor and texture he could feel as Phin's scat traveled to his tummy. The warmth spread through his body, bringing with it a sense of comfort and belonging that he hadn't felt in a long time. The sensation was intoxicating, and he found himself craving more, his hunger growing with every gulp.

As Beck felt his belly grow even more, he sensed the flow from Phin slowing down. Now, a few chunks of solid foulness filled his mouth, and he had to work his jaw and tongue to keep up.  Selfishly, Beck wanted to chew and thoroughly taste this nuggets, so he did what came naturally to him as a mouse.  He stuffed a few chunks in his cheeks.

With a final spurt, the deluge ceased, leaving Beck with a mouthful of warm, gooey scat. Phin's body went still, his breathing heavy with the exertion of his illness. Carefully, Beck pulled away, his tongue snaking out to catch any last droplets that clung to Phin's fur.

Beck then moved the chunks of solid waste that were stored in his cheeks into his mouth proper. Now, he could enjoy himself.  He closed his eyes and savored the moment, feeling the textures.  The outside was slimy and slightly firm with a weirdly sweet taste. Then his teeth sank into a chunk, breaking it apart, releasing a burst of flavor that was surprisingly richer and more potent. It was a complex myriad of tastes.  The bitterness of the medicine, the sourness of the sickness, and the underlying sweetness of Phin's usual diet.

As Beck chewed, he felt his body respond in kind. His pink mouse cock grew hard in his pants, straining against the fabric. The wetness spread from the tip, soaking into his underwear, leaving a dark spot on his jeans. The scent of the sickness melded with the taste of Phin's waste in his mouth, sending a thrill through his body. It was a strange mix of disgust and arousal, a cocktail that had Beck's heart racing and his tail twitching with excitement.

Looking down at his friend, he noticed something he hadn't before. Phin's cock, though still soft, was definitely more substantial than it had been when Beck first walked in. It laid against his furry thigh, a thick vein pulsing along the underside. Beck's cheeks bulged as he chewed and swallowed the last of the chunks, his eyes locked onto his best friend's member. Was it his imagination, or was Phin getting turned on by this?

Pulling back, Beck gave a final swipe with his tongue to clean Phin's anus, his nose twitching with the lingering smell of sickness. "See?" he said,  "No mess!"

Phin's face was buried in the pillow, his cheeks burning with a mix of humiliation and something else, something that felt suspiciously like arousal mixed with disgust.  He didn't understand his feelings and being sick didn't help. He had felt Beck's eyes on him, had heard the mouse's wet, eager sounds as he devoured the evidence of his illness. He didn't know how to process the situation, his thoughts swirling in a tornado of confusion and disbelief.

When Beck tugged his boxers back into place, Phin let out a shaky breath of relief. His body felt both violated and strangely comforted. He didn't know if he was more embarrassed by the act itself or the fact that he hadn't had the strength to stop it. Or was he just too tired to care? "Th-thanks," he murmured, his voice muffled by the pillow. It was all he could say, the words sticking to his throat like a mouthful of thick syrup.

Beck grabbed the fresh blankets and spread them over Phin's body, tucking them in gently. The fabric was cool against his fevered skin, offering a stark contrast to the warmth Beck had provided. Phin felt a strange sense of vulnerability from his friends feast. He shivered slightly, not from the cold, but from the realization that his best friend had just done something so gross. So disgusting.  So...hot.

"Get some sleep, Phin," Beck said cheerfully, as he petted his friend's head. Phin's eyes flickered to Beck's stomach, which now had a noticeable bulge from his recent meal. He tried not to think about it too much, focusing instead on Beck's gentle touch and the comfort it brought.

"Are you leaving?" Phin's words were weak, his voice barely a whisper, as he peered over the edge of the pillow.

"Yeah, I think it's about time to head home," Beck said with a smirk, his cheeks still flushed from his recent indulgence.

"But Beck," Phin protested, his voice still raspy, "What if I have another... emergency?" His eyes darted down to Beck's bulging belly and then back up to his face.  He couldn't say it outright, but thought this was the best way to inform Beck of his feelings.

Beck looked at his friend's concerned face and knew what Phin was really asking.  "Don't worry, buddy," Beck said, his voice soothing, "I wouldn't leave ya like this.  I'll be on the couch but just call out if you need anything," His eyes narrowed, "And I mean anything." His hand gently patted Phin's forehead.   The bulge in both of their pants hadn't gone unnoticed.

With that, Beck grabbed the dirty blankets and made his way to the laundry basket, his stomach rumbling with the delightful weight of Phin's waste. He threw them in with a sense of accomplishment, knowing that he had not only helped his friend but also indulged in his own secret craving.

"Really...thanks for saving the bed," Phin called out weakly, his voice muffled by the pillow. Beck paused, his tail swishing as he considered Phin's words. Was there a hint of something else in that phrase? A twinge of arousal? Or was he just hearing what he wanted to hear?

"Of course!  What are friends for?"  He said with a wink as he turned to the living room.  His tail raised and formed a heart in the air as he walked away.