The door of The Bannered Mare opens wide with a gust of cool wind, a young Khajiiti enters the inn, he boasts vibrent gorange fur with a streak of white layering down from his nose through the underside of his body, he wears his dark brown hair long past his shoulders, with adolescent hairs sprouting from his chin.

His green robes sway over his light leather armor, a dagger holstered to his hip, he takes a seat at the counter, ordering a lamb chop and baked potato, he eats hius lunch, washing it down with fine Honeyed mead; Hours pass, his belly bloats as it fills with Nordic cuisine, he lifts his tail to relese a blast of gas, not uncommon amongst the drunken men of the tavern, his ass clenches as something within him stirs.
"I'm sorry my friend, I need to take a break" he says to the ttractive man he'd been chatting up for the past hour as he stumbles his way to a room in the back of the structure, the room lacks any door, a row of 4 buckets aligned with a short stool above them, completely exposed to any onlookers.
The bucket is already filled with quite a bit of piss and shit, clearly well-used by other patrons.

He takes rips his pants down as quick as possible, resting his furry ass on the neatly pleced hole, pushing his ribbed dick down into the bucket below, relaxing his muscles as a stream of hot yellow water dribbles out of him, filling the container quickly; As the stream begins to die down, he lifts his tail once more, pulling his hole wide open as the tip of a chocolate snake worms out, the smell instantly hitting his nose while the firm loaf of shit slinks into the pail, it piles and coils in the horrid filth.
He stands, his assfur stained with shit, he then pulls up his pants and leaves the room without wiping.