Centaurs Have To Poop Too (Scat Warning)

You then hear the door to the bathroom open. In a state of panic you lock your stall door and get up on the toilet bowl. Bending at the knees with your feet off of the ground, hoping that you wouldn't get caught in the girl's bathroom, even if the boy's one is locked, it's still embarrassing and very awkward to bump into anyone here. Your heart then sunk when you hear a voice with a British accent yell, "Hello, is anyone in here?" followed by the clip clopping of four entering the room. Of all of the people who could have walked through that door, it just had to be your girlfriend. It's like you've been cursed with Murphy's Law, where whenever something bad could happen, it does happen.

"Hello. Is anyone in the loo?" You look down on the ground as her shadow gets closer to the stalls, her hooves walking by as she peaks under the stall doors to see any feet. "No one? Okay, good. I got john all to myself." You hear Sally locking the front door. Now you're stuck in here with her, the only hope you have is that she doesn't notice you and leaves after doing her busyness. She's just a girl right, how bad could it be.

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You hear a loud, gaseous roar erupt from outside your stall. "Oh, that was a bad one. Glad no one was here to smell that. All that running this morning really got my insides moving, not to mention I've been constipated for the last day or two." The bad news just gets worst, is all you can think. You hear Sally coming closer to the stalls with the intention of using one. You pray to god that she doesn't use the one that you're. Each click and clop of her foot is like the tick tock of a clock that is counting down to your doom. Her shadow lumbers on the ground just under your stall, you hold your breath and close your eyes, just waiting for her to try and open your door but you hear the stall door to your left open instead. You sigh in relief then quickly covered your mouth so she wouldn't have heard that. "Oh, look at that toilet bowl, so white and clean and spotless. Not after I'm done for it I'm afraid. I hope the janitor won't be too made at me. Ha ha." She giggles as she steps out from the stall then backs into it like a truck backing into a parking lot. "Now, with no one in here, I can let loose and hold nothing back."

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Sally really does let loose with the most heinous fart you've ever heard. The never ending gas blast goes on for the two longest minutes you've ever spent trying to keep quiet. A part of you wants to laugh, it's kind of funny, but the smell grosses you out completely. With all of the loud noises her ass is making, you contemplate running out of the room but you can't risk her hearing you, not now since you're in too deep. "I guess I was more windy down there than I thought." You have to keep your nose plugged because of the smell and she hasn't even started crapping yet. Of all of the problems you thought of about having a girl who's half horse, you never thought about bathroom problems. In two minutes she made this bathroom that smelled of lemon, into smelling like a dirty barn. You are disgusted by this but by morbid curiosity, you have to see this. You slowly get up on your feet, which are still on the toilet lid, and peak from the back corner into Sally's stall. You see her humongous horse half hovering over the toilet bowl, her tail swinging back and forth, how odd is it that your girlfriend having a tail is the least weird thing about this situation. You hear her grunt and watched in horror as her tail bends upward and you see her giant brown anus puckering out from between her horse glutes. The foul thing looks big enough to swallow your head, no problem and trialing down from it is her fat taint which connects her anus to her over swollen, stallion balls. They look like two big swinging coconuts held up together in a brown, furry, leather bag. You watch in morbid curiosity as Sally's asshole opens wide and brown, mushy manure rains down from her gaping horse hole.

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Sally drops pounds of cow pies into the toilet, the brown fecal matter diving into the toilet water like torpedoes causes the muddy water to splash back, going onto the floor, the stall walls, the back of her legs, and onto her hanging testicles. One after the other, the brown clay like substance fires out of her backside with loud farts accompanying them. The toilet bowl gets full as the crap inside it reaches past the lid. Sally looks back and sees this. She closes her ass muscles, letting the foot long turd hanging off from her butt break off by her anus, half of it falling into the crap pile while the other half is swallowed by her pulsating pucker. Her hind leg then kicked up and hit the flush handle, the toilet struggling but succeeding in tacking down Sally's shit after two straight flushes. You think it's over but before you could even attempt sighing, the shit show starts up again as Sally resumes where her butt left off. More and more manure rains down on that poor toilet as it gets more liquidy. Brown shit mist blowing out of Sally's farts as she dumps all over the toilet. You thought, it could be worse, you're not the toilet. "Goodness gracious that smells terrible. I feel ten pounds lighter though. I'm glad Steven isn't hear to see me like this, what would he say." Sally says nonchalantly as she does her make up while looking in her hand mirror. "Oh, who am I kidding. He'd probably love it. That dirty boy. He can't keep his hands off from touching my horse parts. He has such a weird obsession with horses, it's a good thing he met me. Grandma always said there's someone out there for everyone." Your stomach starts to turn after hearing this. How can she thinks you like this, what has this new version of you've been doing with Sally? "If I asked him to clean my arse for me, he's head would probably explode. He always gets so excited when I let him play with my tallywhacker. I get excited when he does that too." The toilet bowl fills up again and Sally double flushes it to get the pounds of shit into the pipes.

You then see this centaur girl back up more, letting her big, stallion dick fall into the porcelain bowl. You then hear the sound of a powerful stream of water blasting against the bowl's walls as Sally moans from relief. You can't see her pee, but you can envision it. Her salty, sweaty dick blasting yellow liquid which quickly fills the bowl as the water covers the head, giving it a urine taste. "This week he's gonna do more than just play with my nob. I think I'm gonna go all the way with him. That cute little arse of his has been asking for it since day one." Sally flushes the toilet and walks away, her fifth leg dripping beads of toilet water and piss along the bathroom floor. You get down and look through the crack between the door. You see the British horse girl washing her hands with soap, then she brings her rear next to the sink. Turning around to wash the shit out of her ass and off of her balls with wet paper towels. It looks like this ordeal is over and you lean back and sigh for the last time.