CW: desperation, shitting, pissing, messy streets. Mentions of a lot of piss and public indecency. Alongside detailed descriptions of said messy streets.


Slight crossover with the events in Street Carnival and Peelizabeth Line (WIP Name):

The sun’s influence had just begun to dwindle, a sign the carnival would soon cease for the night. Formally anyway, as other private venues had been gaining momentum to continue the evening of drinking and partying.
Ember had been enjoying the day's festivities with his boyfriend Purple. The blaziken’s stamina felt as though it had been tested with the kilometres of walking they both endured.

However it wasn’t just his stamina that was tested, ever since he stopped off at the first food vendor, his stomach had repeatedly acted up. Threatening an emergency pitstop whenever the chicken’s stomach grumbled. 

“Ugh, that food hasn’t sat well all day.”

“Hey, you’ve had plenty of chances to go! Like in that alley~”

He said smirking, though he did feel sorry at his boyfriend's predicament. Most of the restrooms found at the carnival were either crowded or simply not convenient to get to, so they followed what many others were doing and used the alleys and other secluded spots throughout the day instead; it wasn’t surprising to find a wall fully occupied by furries pissing against it. That’s not considering what horrible state the restrooms would be in at this time of day.

“My bowels aren’t consistent! I either get a small window to find a toilet, or I’m about to blow.”

“So long as it isn’t on the tube back, especially not the one that’s stranded without power…”

It was only a recent development, but one of the city’s metro lines had been grounded to a halt, with a train being unable to disembark riders as it was left stranded. Ember certainly would not wish to be in that situation, considering they all lack toilets. If the delay continues those carriages will probably require deep cleaning before being reintroduced back into service, but that would be another story.

With not much else to explore given the encroaching darkness, it was decided that they should head back to their hotel. The venues mentioned earlier, such as nightclubs and bars, did not seem desirable for both the exhausted chicken and horse. Although the party atmosphere very much persisted throughout the city.
They were quite deep into the carnival’s streets, and given how both were unfamiliar with the city, Ember withdrew his phone to check ‘PoodleMaps’ for directions.

“It seems… The nearest underground stop is here.”
The chicken shared his phone, showing how it was at least 200 metres away.

“Not too far then.”

Immediately pressing onwards, Ember’s upset tummy strikes, almost to oppose their plan. His bowels trembling the chicken as he froze in place. Fighting bouts of flatulence as he held in his need.

“I-I’m not sure how much of this I can take…” 
His sight darted around the street, naturally there were no toilets in sight as he desperately resisted his bowels. Although as fast as it appeared, the sensation left. He hadn’t soiled himself yet, so that was a good enough sign to continue.

The streets in the evening of the carnival seemed reminiscent of a warzone; with almost a million other furries present throughout the day, the infrastructure had been nowhere near appropriate with the turnout, and it shows. Typical carnival activities such as paint is splattered along walls and the asphalt, along with glittering confetti that had been sprinkled everywhere. Dispensed containers of them were found abandoned by the curb. Various types of fast food, cans and other litter was strewn in abundance across the street, some having accumulated into huge mounds, allowing attendees to chuck any loose rubbish they had onto it. Besides the unappealing sight of literal hills of plastic waste, it was also an additional hazard for the two to avoid. 
This wasn’t mentioning the potent smell of urine that lingered in the air, the side streets coated in puddles of urine that had been contributed to throughout the course of the day. Many were still being added to as they passed, treated as if they were a regular urinal. 
Such as a wolf that stumbled drunkenly, carelessly spraying a spot nearby, undisturbed by others walking beside him as the crowd seemed equally as unbothered, many of which likely to have been in a similar situation during the event. The ground below the wolf was entirely glazed in urine as liquid gently flowed onto the road, spreading into a larger lake as there was no drain nearby, many other streets were in a similar state.
Practically anywhere that provided even a tiny bit of cover within a street was a suitable spot to piss; doorways, gardens, electrical boxes, even between cars. If they didn’t have a visible puddle that sprawled across the ground, it’d have a used tissue to indicate its past use. 
This is not mentioning the various other, even more secluded spaces such as alleys and any other hidden areas, which would have seen extensive use as alternative urinals.
However Ember did not particularly feel comfortable using those spots to resolve his need, but maybe if it was a particularly private one…

There were still hundreds of others milling around, but considerably less than even an hour before. Many presumably also headed for various underground stations or wherever they had parked for the event. Though there weren’t many heading in the direction of their station, which may have been concerning if they themselves noticed it. 

“Ah, here we are. Pawyal Oak. Now where’s the entrance?”

It was a fairly unremarkable location, a uniform brick exterior with an entrance leading to elevated platforms, allowing easy traffic thoroughfare below. Around the station was some vegetation nestled between the few parking spaces and the brick viaduct. Signs of the carnival's influence weren’t hard to miss as the ground seemed equally as messy as the nearby streets.
After a brief check around the corner, Purple calls out to Ember, pointing towards the sign.

“Oh fuck off, ‘closed due to overcrowding’??”

“I guess it is right next to the carnival…”

“We’ll have to find the next closest stop, and actually make sure it’s-”
Once more, his stomach tugs at the chicken’s bowels. It could be placebo, but it sure felt more ferocious than last time.

“-S-shit!!”

His eyes darted towards the vegetation beside the Victorian viaduct. As the station was closed, the area around was quiet, if he could just quickly hide behind the bushes… 
His muscles gripped tightly around his anus to restrain his bowels, making a move for the bushes.

“K-keep a lookout, I’ll be quick…”

“Oh I’ll be looking at something!”

Purple's response caused Ember to chuckle, though not before his anus sharply reminded him to stay focused.

The chicken reaches the bushes, the rumbling of sound systems still heard in the distance, and ambience of carnival goers mere metres away on the various streets. There was even another avian relieving themself at the other end, taking advantage of the privacy offered by the empty car park. They likely wouldn’t have cared about another bird adding to the mess.
Ember reached the end of the asphalt, frantically stepping over a couple scrunched tissues and plastic waste to reach behind the shrubbery. The soil itself was already damp, the discretion provided by the vegetation had clearly attracted others during the carnival.
Finding this spot sufficient, the chicken loosened the belt on his shorts to lower them to his knees and assumed the squat position, exposing his junk to the elements as it dangled above the ground, his equally exposed ass now primed to release.
The pony could only see Ember's strained beak appear from above the bush, as he attempted to jog his bowel movements.


“Hng- C-come on!”

After a brief moment of grunting, Ember sharply exhaled and began panting, the paranoia getting the better of him as he looked back over the parking lot. The sight of furs milling around the busier main street was unnerving. A bovine had just rounded the corner, ducking behind a rubbish bin to squat. This quiet spot appears to serve as a very convenient urinal.

Attempting another push, his anus puckered. But to no avail, his urge once again vanished.
In the process however, the avian had relaxed his bladder, soon feeling his cock beginning to pour urine onto the soil. Prompting a gentle sigh, the stream created a loud hiss as it sprayed past his foreskin.
While it wasn't his bowels being emptied, it was better than nothing, the pressure put into Ember's bladder had been far outshined by his other need. 
A puddle immediately began pooling above the dirt; it was very evidently inundated with many others kindly watering it throughout the day. His stream by now was entirely clear, having stayed well hydrated. Just two hours earlier, Ember and his boyfriend were pissing in an alcove that may as well had a restroom sign beside it; the dirt having terraformed into mud with how much urine it had received.
The blaziken, mostly obscured by the bushes, could hear the pattering of his stream collect beneath him, as he has a clear sight of the activity around the car park. The bovine almost finished their pee as their partner stood by, idly standing by as the bovine shook their hips to dry. Just for the two of them to swap places, the already large dark patch across the floor spreads further on the asphalt.
Eventually, the chicken’s stream lessened as his bladder had been drained, leaking droplets below into the pool of his and others urine as the earth struggled to soak it.
Ember, soon to reappear from the shrubbery, readjusted himself while sighing disappointedly; he’ll have to continue dealing with his bowels until another opportunity arises. 

“Anything?”

“Nope, no fertiliser for those plants.”

“While you were doing… that. I did look up the next nearest stations: This one is closest, but only for exiting, same with this other one. But this-”
Purple said, tapping a station named ‘Furwick Park’.
“-is open, though it’s a bit further than the walk here.”

It wasn’t like they had a choice. For the carnival, the entire area had been cordoned off to all traffic that wasn’t pedestrians, buses were therefore not an option.

Ember briskly escaped from the car park, Purple following closely behind. As they did, a group of furs had ducked in from the busy street. Brazenly entering the vegetation where Ember had been to also use it as their toilet, clearly doing so a lot easier than the chicken could as a horse faces the brick viaduct, blasting the wall with his piss as others position themself to do the same, with a couple eager to contribute to watering the soil. At least the station served a purpose as a urinal…
Not much had changed throughout the streets, if anything the reduction of chaos from the lower crowd size was more than compensated for by how many were stumbling around the streets drunk, contributing to as much public indecency as had happened a couple hours earlier.
All while Ember was pestered by his stomach, every now and then Purple would hear his boyfriend toot as an indication of its occurrence. 

“It’s getting worse every time, we should just… Stick near an alley or something!”

“All this fuss over your ass, I’m sure we’ll find somewhere for you to empty yourself~”

The sight of stained pavements and carnival goers openly using the street as their urinal only continued to tease the chicken. Knowing full well he couldn’t do so himself considering the situation, as ironic as it is. 
A dilapidated phone booth nearby felt as if it beckoned the chicken inside; its broken hinge had swung open, exposing the booth to be fully saturated with pee. A large puddle has collected on the floor below, and an amalgamation of stains along the walls inside. It’d be perfect to occupy in an emergency. Still, it felt way too risky, but at least others made good use out of it.

Further up the street, some of the makeshift restrooms were close by. While not portapotties, more so a collection of wheelie bins separated into crudely constructed cubicles, they were still a free and less embarrassing alternative to squatting in the open. Although given how late in the day it was, one could imagine the state they’d be in given how many people would have used them…
Arriving at them, only a couple were occupied, which was a nice surprise. however there were workfurs beside it, advising the nearby carnival goers.

“If everyone wants to use the toilets, do so now. With the carnival concluding they will be due for removal.”

Ember contemplated entering one. However his bowels were quiet, once again betrayed by them in his time of need, literally. It’s not like he could occupy one and wait, it had to happen now.
Then one of the high-vis workers approached the two.

“Excuse me sir, do you need to use the restroom?”

“U-uhm well, maybe if you could wait a minute…”

“Is that a no?.”

Ember wasn’t sure how to respond, feeling as though he couldn’t convey the situation he was in.
Soon enough the workfurs prepared to surround the wheelie bins, with the chicken still unable to resolve his bowels.

“Hey Ember, I’m sure we’ll find another restroom. Especially now there’s less people.”

“Hmfh, I guess I missed my chance again. Quicker we move on, the better.”

The sun now threatened to dip below the horizon, as the sky began dimming rapidly. The warm summer air cools without the sunlight. Ember and Purple edged closer to the station as the environment darkens. Passing another temporary toilet installation being dismantled, further insulting the chicken’s need as he spots a couple desperate carnival-goers shrug it off, only to casually obscure themselves between a couple of parked cars, squatting between them as a torrent of pee is noticed spilling onto the road from under the vehicle.
One fur wasn’t so lucky, watching the cubicles being torn apart as they squirmed in place. Their trousers even had a visible dark patch around the crotch, it seems they may have no choice other than to use the street. 

As Ember takes a large gulp from his water bottle, the last of the water inside empties into his mouth. Causing him to sigh as his mouth is still parched from the extensive amount of activity during the day, not helped by his body’s indecisive bowel movement.

“Welp, this is the last of my drink. Do you have any left?”

“Only a tiny bit. Which speaking of, I could really do with a piss…”

A familiar sensation suddenly rocked the chicken abdomen. Sending a sharp alert through his body, this time it felt even more dire.

“Oh fuckfuckfuck, not again.”

After a desperate search of his surroundings, there naturally weren’t any restrooms in sight.

“Is there anywhere I can go??”

“Maybe further up, I haven’t seen anything around here!”

Worried the feeling might subside, Ember frantically shuffled up the pavement with Purple. The current street was way too crowded for an emergency pitstop of this calibre.
As they reached a junction, Purple suggested checking down a side street, the trees obscuring visibility of what was down there.

“I can still feel it… I think I have to go.”

They quickly dipped into the quieter street, Ember having clenched his anus tighter than before. His uncomfortable aching of his bowels begging for it to loosen.
Not far into their walk, the overwhelming scent of urine consumed the air, quite typical for a street like this. However Purple passed some stairs beside the pavement. Curious, he walked towards the edge to browse over the railing that paralleled the pavement. Ember, struggling with his situation, inspected the situation too. The sight was still visible in the daylight that was left.

Below was a small alcove that was entirely flooded with a weekend's worth of piss and debris, the concrete completely dark from how soaked it was. Tissue was strewn everywhere in large piles and some floating over the top as were other various pieces of litter furs had shamelessly chucked from above. It was difficult to imagine just how many furs contributed to it.

“Wow, it's like the whole carnival used it…”

“If you excuse me, I’m about to use it too!”

The entrance was completely clear to pass through as Ember scurried down the equally messy steps, accidentally punting a can down below as his claws worked to loosen his belt. Quickly, he made it to the sunken alcove. Swerving around the bend, eager to contribute to the already ruined spot. 
The pool of urine below projected around his feet as sunken tissues were equally crushed in his haste. He positioned himself to face away from the back corner. Immediately assuming a low squat as his anus lets loose a projectile of slop, colliding into the ‘lake’ below with an initial splash, overtaking the previous ambience of loud music that had been blaring above.

“Ooooh fucking finally~” 

Relief overwhelmed the desperate chicken, his face relaxing with a sigh.
Purple had traversed down the steps to join Ember, getting a full glimpse of his boyfriend’s exposed genitals as he saw his chicken unloading onto the floor. Making his way to the other end of the alcove, revealing his cock with the intention of adding more piss into the flooded spot.

“This place is filthy, but it's not like we’re doing much harm. Well, not me anyway.”

“Hey, I thought you would’ve kept watch!”

“If anyone did see us, they’d definitely know what we are doing.”

Ember’s stomach growled, almost as loud as his mixture of overwhelming sighs and grunts. Slightly flustered as his boyfriend would have overheard all of his cute, but embarrassing noises.
He was far from finished too, as the blaziken’s bowels continued depositing waste below, an almost familiar plop soon replaced with a softer sound as his viscous dump emerged above the water.
At the other end, Purple began draining his bladder in the alcove, coating the once white wall that surrounded them. By now the amount of residue urine from the gallons it had been subjected to had discoloured the exterior paint into a tint of yellow.

Ember had yet to vacate more faeces, the most urgent portion soaking on the flooded concrete below, being weighed down as the mess grew. With a quiet grunt amongst the ambience of Purple pissing nearby. Gas hisses from his behind, to reveal a more solid, but still mushy log. Peeking from his anus before his muscles coax it out with ease, breaking apart and partially slapping onto the pile below as a portion of it collapses into the puddle, beginning to dissolve into the lake.
With a huff, the rest of what had ailed the chicken collects underneath. Purple still casually added to the puddle in the meantime.

“Phew… That did NOT want to stay inside me.”

“Yeah, I could hear… I hope you have something to wipe up with.”

“Bugger, I bloody hope I do.” 

Now succumb with another uncomfortable sensation. Ember frisked the pockets of his shorts, there were a couple buttoned pockets which he usually hid stuff in, though nothing… 
Next were the pockets on his hoodie. He wasn’t one to throw away clean napkins from fast food places, they could always serve a purpose outside of food consumption, and you could never doubt them when they came in handy…
His claws felt the soft paper crush as his hand pressed into it, withdrawing a large collection of them that had been stored there. A couple loose napkins inside broke free, falling beside the chicken to land near one another in the water as they immediately became unsalvageable.
Either way, the chicken mutters ‘Thank fuck’ under his breath as he begins separating one of the freed napkins. Lifting himself a little onto his knees to reach his bum. He stuffed the white tissue between his cheeks, after a brief swab it immediately became filthy. He dropped it into the pool of liquid below to separate another napkin, this time to more thoroughly clean his behind. The discarded brown tissue drowned from the weight of pee and filth, quickly sinking to the concrete bottom.

At the time, Purple finished up his stream as it lessened to a meagre dribble. With a brief shake of his member, he hides it back inside his clothing.

“I bet you’re glad to have that out. I’m gonna head back up anyway, I’m sure you’d appreciate the privacy.”

The chicken smiled as he rolled his eyes, his boyfriend moving past him whilst Ember was preoccupied with the next napkin shoved between his red cheeks. Before the horse ascended back up, he replied back. 

“Soon we can actually head home!”

As the horse disappeared up the stairs, Ember had expended his third tissue. Letting it fall into the pool of liquid below, immediately weighed down in urine as it stacks above the others. He had many to spare anyway. Splitting apart his fourth one, he was sure to fully swab the rest of his mess, he wouldn’t want to make his underwear dirty after all.
Feeling satisfied, he let the last one glide into the puddle. Having made both a pile of his faeces and napkins as he rose from his squat, making himself fully decent again. 
Behind the fire type, his soft shit steamed profusely from its warmth, losing heat from the surrounding air as its low consistency diluted the yellow liquid around it into a brownish colour. Maybe it’d have gone by the time anyone gets around to seeing it, but the spot likely has other problems…


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Ember emerges from below to meet up with Purple, this time ready for an uninterrupted journey home. The rumbling of music in the distance had by now ceased as the carnival came to its conclusion.

“Remind me to bring my own food next time.”

“Oh? I quite liked seeing your desperation. You were so eager to find somewhere to squat~”

“Well I hope it’ll happen to you then, see how you like it!”

“And I bet you’d enjoy the sight too!”

“Hmpf…”