YAAWN


“Man, it’s just way too early for this kinda thing,” Falco complained to himself, looking over to the clock on his bedside table.


6:30 AM


“Who the hell on our team agreed to a 7:00 AM mission anyway?” Falco whined as he rolled himself out of bed. The pilot trudged out of his bedroom and into the hallway wearing only his boxers, soon coming up to the bathroom that he and his co-pilot Fox shared. “Yes! It’s open!” Falco cheered to himself. He stepped in and quickly closed the door behind him, neglecting to lock it before dropping his boxers and stepping out of them. Falco quickly turned the shower on and stepped in, washing shampoo into his feathers before suddenly getting an uncomfortable feeling in his rear.


Groooaannn


Falco could feel his bowels shifting underneath his tail feathers, notifying him that he’d probably need to do his business before he took off with the team for the mission. “Great,” Falco said with irritation in his voice. “Just my luck to need to take a dump right after my shower and right before our mission.”


Meanwhile, Fox McCloud had also set his alarm for 6:30 AM that day, and was already regretting signing his team up for the early morning mission. “Ugh...I...I feel like…


Pfffrrbbt…


Fox’s rear finished his own sentence for him, making him blush as he realized he’d need to drop off his load before the mission started. “Seriously?! Why now?!” The fox panicked a bit, knowing that the two available bathrooms on the ship would be occupied by his fellow pilots getting ready for the mission. He had been significantly constipated for the past three days, and it seems that the fiber he added to his diet the day before was already taking effect. Fox quickly rolled out of bed, also wearing nothing but his boxers. Standing up, he could feel the weight on his tailhole intensify, not to mention an equally heavy bladder. He needed a toilet within the next couple minutes or he would probably end up going in his pants. “Jeez, I can’t remember the last time I had to go this badly…” Fox mumbled, leaving his room and hastily making his way towards the bathroom. “Crap! Is Falco seriously already in there?” Fox whined, hearing the shower running through the door. “Maybe Slip and Pep’s bathroom is open!”


Fox took off down the hall, his tail now planted firmly between his smelly cheeks. His paws were glued to his rear, trying to keep the storm brewing in his bottom from wreaking havoc on his boxers. A few seconds later, he arrived at Slippy and Peppy’s bathroom, but to Fox’s dismay, the door was locked!


*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*


“Occupied!” Fox heard Slippy shout cheerfully through the door.


“Slippy!” Fox shouted desperately, “How long are you gonna be in there for?!”


“Me?” Slippy replied through the door. “Well...this is kinda embarrassing, but I’ve been having some….issues…”


“Issues?” Fox asked, unsure what exactly Slippy meant.


FLLRBBBT! Plop, plop


“Oh,” Fox said with a blank look on his face, realizing that Slippy was in a predicament similar to his own. The only difference was Slippy had a toilet to unload into.


“Yeah, I’m gonna--” Fpprt! “--hahh...stay in here for a little longer. Don’t you have your own bathroom you can do your business in anyways? What did you come over here for?”


“Falco’s in the shower! I can’t just barge in and take a dump while he’s in there!” Fox explained to Slippy, clenching his tailhole shut as he felt his load poke more forcefully at his exit.


“So? What’s the big deal about dropping a deuce while your buddy’s in the shower?” Slippy said to Fox, clearly not understanding the embarrassment he felt. “Peppy’s in here having a shower right now!”


“Howdy, Fox!” Peppy shouted over the sound of the shower and through the door.


“What the…” Fox said to himself, a bit weirded out by his crew. The vulpine pilot suddenly felt his urge for release grow more intense. “F-Fine, I’ll just go to my own bathroom,” Fox surrendered, afraid he was going to burst on the way over as he waddled quickly and carefully down the hall.


“Hurry!” Slippy shouted from the toilet. “We’ve gotta get going soon!”


Falco was nearing the end of his shower, feeling his tailhole swell a bit from the waste it was holding back. Suddenly, however, Falco heard a knock on the bathroom door.


*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*


“Falco?” Fox said through the door. Falco could pick up distress and desperation in Fox’s tone, making him worry that he would need to use the toilet.


“What is it, Fox?” Falco said, trying to sound irritated in an attempt to drive Fox away. “I’m kinda showering right now!”


“I need to come in there right now and use the toilet,” Fox explained, making Falco groan in frustration.


“Really? Do you think I can just have the bathroom for another few minutes?” Falco offered, hoping Fox could just wait and hold it.


“We’re leaving for the mission soon and I’ve gotta go now,” Fox explained, grabbing the doorknob and twisting, discovering that Falco had forgotten to lock it. “I’m coming in!”


“Wha-?!” Falco exclaimed as he turned to the door, seeing Fox stepping into the bathroom. The shower curtain in the pilots’ bathroom was completely clear, so Fox got a full view of Falco’s wet, naked body. Falco quickly covered his penis and balls with his wings, hoping Fox didn’t get too close a look. “Fox!”


“Not right now, Falco!” Fox shouted as he scurried over to the toilet, dropping his boxers to his ankles and plopping his furry, orange cheeks onto the toilet seat. Pushing his penis down between his legs and aiming into the bowl, the vulpine pilot finally relaxed.


PFFRROOOFPT! psssssssssss


“Phew!” Fox sighed, feeling the blissful relief of letting the rotten air sputter out of his tightly clenched butthole while his urine pattered into the water below. 


“Gross, Fox!” Falco complained as he watched from behind his clear curtain, “you’re seriously doing that while I’m in the shower?” Seeing Fox sitting on the toilet with a somewhat relieved look on his face made Falco’s bowels shift again, and before the blue avian could stop it…


FFsPPRT!


Fox’s ears suddenly perked up, drawing his attention to Falco standing completely still behind the shower curtain, cheeks burning bright red.


“Haha, that was you?” Fox joked, feeling less up-tight after considering Slippy’s attitude about the situation. “I’d say you need a quick turn on the toilet before we go, Falco,” Fox teased, watching the agitation and embarrassment on Falco’s face grow.


“That’s the thing, Fox,” Falco said in annoyance as he turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel off of a hanger on the wall. “I really need to go too!”


“Well then hold on a sec!” Fox said, closing his eyes as he grunted and tried to push out the dry monster of a log that had been plugging him up all this time. “HnnnGH! It’s not working!” Fox complained, feeling a blush forming on his face as he looked up and saw Falco watching him closely. “I’ve gotta go like nobody’s business, but I’m totally plugged up.”


“Yeesh! TMI, Fox,” Falco complained, thinking for a moment about the options Fox had to relieve himself. “If you’re backed up, you can--hnnngh!” Falco grunted, trying his best to hold in the gas poking for escape from the orifice between his blue, feathery cheeks. “You can probably stand on the seat and squat. I don’t know how long I can wait, though...”


“Squat?” Fox asked, sounding a little embarrassed by the suggestion but ultimately swallowing his pride and standing up from the toilet. Stepping out of his boxers, he raised his footpaws up, placing each on one side of the toilet seat behind him. Straddling the water and feeling a distinct breeze over his dangling privates, Fox closed his eyes and felt his bowels begin to relax as the dried mass in his rear shifted downward. The large, brown log breached slowly from Fox’s straining tailhole, descending with distinct crackling and popping sounds from between his cheeks. Falco couldn’t help but closely watch the extremely revealing display in front of him. He felt his cheeks burn red as the log continued to descend, getting lighter in color as it picked up speed. As Fox’s bowels cleared up a bit, his urine stream continued. Falco watched Fox’s log suddenly quicken in its pace, and before he knew it, the brown mass tapered off and plopped into the water. “Hahhhh…” Fox sighed, feeling a bit relieved but remembering he still had three days’ worth of meals to unload.


“You done, Fox?” Falco asked anxiously, one wing holding his towel over his crotch and the other firmly on his bottom. “I’m gonna end up going on the floor if you stay on there much longer.”


“You have to go that bad?” Fox asked, feeling more and more waste piling up in his colon. “If you really do need to go that bad, we could probably...share…” Fox got quieter near the end of his suggestion but Falco heard him loud and clear.


“No! No way!” Falco refused, crossing his wings before feeling his bowels suddenly shift again. “I mean...how would that work anyway?”


Fox was astounded that Falco was even entertaining the idea after so harshly refusing it. “Well,” Fox began to explain, “I would be standing on the right side of the seat and you’d be on the left. We’d have to lean our backs on each other while we squatted, but we could probably make it work. Only if you really need to go, though.”


“I do,” Falco assured Fox, dropping his towel and stepping over to the toilet. Fox blushed as he watched his co-pilot’s bird dick and balls flop around in front of him. He carefully repositioned himself to only be on the right side of the toilet, still squatting over the water but having difficulty with balancing. Falco hopped onto the left side of the toilet, hearing the futuristic porcelain-metal material creak under his and Fox’s weight. He immediately felt Fox’s lower back and upper buttocks pressed against his own, making him shift awkwardly but ultimately push his own bottom up against him for balance. “Let’s...never mention this to anyone,” Falco said anxiously before a deep, resonant fart blasted from his rear.


PPFFRAAPPT!!! psssssss...


“Woah!” Fox exclaimed, having felt the vibration from his rear being pressed right up against Falco’s. “Easy back there, partner!” Falco’s cheeks turned red for a moment, but he committed to getting this over with as quickly as he possibly could. In the low squat he was currently in, Falco could feel his first log shift quickly down towards his relaxing tailhole, and his bladder slowly deflating into the toilet was helping move things along as well. Fox, after chuckling at his last remark, also took the opportunity to relax and continue on with his business. Slimy crackles and pops filled the air as each pilot’s log emerged from his rear. 


“Ahhhh…” Falco sighed in relief as his first white log descended quickly from his rear and tapered off, splashing in the water and soaking his tail feathers. Fox’s second log quickly followed, plunking in the water and sinking on top of Falco’s large, white loaf.


“Jeez, Fox, that reeks!” Falco complained to his co-pilot.


“Yeah, well it’s about to reek a lot more in a second,” Fox warned, grunting and pushing a fart from his puckered anus.


PffffBRPT!


“Oh boy...I think I’ve got an avalanche brewing,” Fox worried, looking over his shoulder at Falco who seemed to be having a similar struggle.


“Yep,” Falco said, rubbing his growling lower abdomen, “same over here.” Both of the pilots grunted and pushed, feeling log after log slither from their exits. The consistency of the waste got softer as their unloading continued, and the smell was beginning to get much worse.


“I have a feeling that not all of this smell is me, Falco,” Fox said, coughing and fanning the air near his nose.


“Yeah, well you’re responsible for most of it,” Falco said, his retort (unfortunately for him) being followed up by a quick sputtering fart from his rear.


Pffppppptttt!


“‘Most’, my ass,” Fox laughed and grunted, squeezing out another log of waste, this time at the consistency of chunky peanut butter. Feeling mostly empty, Fox squeezed out a bit more urine and one last nugget of soft, brown waste. “You about finished back there, buddy?” Fox asked in a mocking tone. Falco felt a bit more waste in his rear that he was ready to release. He grunted and pushed with all his might, managing to quickly squeeze out the soft, white log and staining his tailhole with his white scat.


“Hohhhh…” Falco sighed in relief, basking in the glow of his release. “Yeah, I’m all finished up,” he said with a fair bit of embarrassment in his voice. Fox grabbed some toilet paper from the dispenser and nudged Falco’s elbow.


“Here,” Fox said, feeling Falco grab the toilet paper from him, “clean up with that.”


“Thanks, heheh...” Falco said nervously to Fox, still trying to get over the weirdness of the whole situation. He brought the toilet paper between his cheeks and began to wipe thoroughly, Fox doing the same.


“Sorry about this again…” Fox apologized to Falco. “I didn’t mean to barge in on you right in the middle of--”


“GUYS!” Fox and Falco heard Slippy shout as he suddenly threw the door to their bathroom wide open. “We’re gonna be late for the mission! Are you guys…” It took Slippy a moment to stop talking and process what he was seeing, but once he registered Fox and Falco squatting over the toilet with their butts pressed against each other, he couldn’t help but break down in laughter.


“AHahahahahah!” Slippy laughed uncontrollably as he rolled around on the floor. Fox and Falco took the opportunity to quickly hop off of the toilet.


“So much for no one knowing about this…” Falco sighed, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his waist. 


“We’ll have a talk with him after the mission’s over,” Fox said. “Unfortunately, we’ll just have to hope he doesn’t pipe up until then.”