A Shitty Halloween
On a lonesome Halloween night we find a young skunk draped in 4-ply toilet paper and cardboard accessories approaching a spooky dilapidated house. Halloween wasn’t exactly Sammy’s favourite among the holidays but it’s always been the most fun. He’s always been drawn to arts and crafts and naturally he loved making his own costumes from random stuff around the house. For this Halloween he’d dressed up as a classical mummy but with a lot more thought and effort put into the costume. A cardboard headdress painted gold and blue with a matching cardboard neckpiece, a towel around his waist and of course half a dozen rolls worth of toilet paper all over his body… with nothing but a pair of tighty whiteys underneath.
Sammy at this point had already been having doubts on whether or not he was too old for trick or treating being called a “scaredy baby”. One thing led to another and now Sammy’s found himself having to prove he’s not a baby by staying in the “haunted” house ‘til midnight. Likely all of you reading will have probably already known by now how exactly this will go down and all that’s left is to find out how exactly things don’t go as planned for them.
So after a full night of trick or treating, about an hour before midnight, Sammy entered the haunted. The door creaked slowly as it opened creating a sense of unease in the young skunk. He wasn’t aware of it but the tension coming from the atmosphere of the house was making him digest all that candy he ate earlier faster. He couldn’t just enter and leave though he had to stay there for a while to prove himself. Not wanting to really explore the house much he just paced around nervously. As he continued to walk about in the house’s run down and stripped bare living room he started to let out a few farts involuntarily only beginning to notice after a few minutes have passed. After a while he actually grew bored and through shear boredom .so he starts exploring a bit hoping to quench the boredom and… maybe find a bathroom. It was at that time that the other kids thought it was time to strike. When the young skunk entered the house they snuck into the house from the backdoor and waited it out at the second floor of the house. They were aiming to make the little skunk piss himself… and not much more… his friends were not very bright and did not know what exactly a skunk does when scared half to death.
Sammy walked around inside the house finding it very… empty. Every piece of furniture that wasn’t bolted onto the floor or walls seemed to be missing. When he finally manages to find the bathroom he finds that even the toilet is missing. He held his stomach as it growled. He was really starting to feel the need to relieve himself but luckily the hard log that was posed to emerge out of his fluffy boy cheeks acted like a cork and let out only gas. He continued walking and had remembered there was a second and started to make his way to it. As the boys hear him approaching the staircase they move. They scrambled towards the staircase. And as they readied themselves to scare the living crap out of their unsuspecting friend they-
CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHH!!!!!!!
In a single moment the staircase collapsed, the boys all screamed in terror and surprise, and Sammy let out a torrent of skunky musk spraying it all over the room and filling the room with the insanely strong stench of skunk while also pissing himself.
Sammy scrambled his way out of the house too scared to feel the log turtle-heading between his cheeks and staining his underwear and also leaving behind a trail of urine. As he reached the door he involuntarily slipped on his own piss and tumbled right out of the house through the back door. As he fell the log jettisoned its way out of his ass curling into a nice snug coil between his cheeks. He fell on his ass with less of a *thud* and more of a… *Splat*. Coming to his senses no longer being overcome with intense fear he felt his warm turd mushed between his cheeks and feeling it spread out and leak from the sides of his undies… He was now overcome with intense desperation instead of fear. That fecal plug was the only thing keeping the putrid and rancid contents of his bowels at bay.
The boy hurriedly stood up clenching his cheeks desperately trying to hold in the inevitable landslide. He was doing an awkward brisk walk around the house telling of the fact that not only did he have a massive turd in his undies but was also holding back a huge load. His mind was racing thinking of possible places to maybe relieve himself because he knew for certain that he couldn’t hold in for very long. He suddenly felt a huge cramp and with a loud fart ejected a spray of liquid diarrhoea. His knees buckled as he clutched his ass when this happened. He was gonna shit himself right there and he knew it. The young skunk finally gave up now wanting only to do a little damage control and remove his undies atleast. He however did not think his costume through having wrapped layers of toilet paper over his crotch. He felt another surge of diarrhea only know with some semisolid chunks. The little skunk boy was almost in tears now in desperation frantically ripping of the crotch area of his costume. As he was about to drop trou he felt another surge coming and halfway through exposing his butthole tot eh cold air of the night he started splurting out more feces now flying out of his ass violently. He shimmied his briefs down as he continued sharting. When his pants were down he realized that it was too late for his undies and they’ve been completely ruined. As he lifted his leg up preparing to finally yank his now brown briefs off of his leg another surge of desperation hit him as he felt a cramp signalling another wave of crap soon to come. He doubled over in pain and knelt to the ground feeling this one was going to be big. He spread his legs to try to get them out of the way and lifted his tail high up. What followed was a torrent of shit spraying out of his ass with semisolid chunks far out behind him. As it continued he grabbed all of the TP that he ripped off that was still clean and started wiping the shit off of his thighs. The diarrhoea started to slow down to a constant drip with chunks of scat now finally starting to die down. He got himself up while still dripping. With his bowels now almost empty he crouched a little and grunted letting out the last of his shit. 
And as the last of his scat dripped from his anus he said to himself softly
“Thank god I’m already covered in toilet paper”