Need to use the toilet. (!!!)

WARNING - This chapter contains poo and pee. Scat and watersports. Defecation and urination. If you do NOT like this stuff, I suggest skipping this one, okay? If you do like it, shine on, you crazy diamond. Don't say I didn't warn you! Don't go smacking that dislike button and sending me angry messages after disregarding this warning! This has been a community smut service announcement™.

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Caught in post-orgasm bliss, lounging nude in public on the lap of her personal assistant, Jasmine couldn't help but feel like she was in some ridiculously wonderful dream. A spirit dragon, a magical book, sex in any way she wished it, how could she be sure that this was the real life, and not just fantasy? An uncomfortable feeling in her lower body happily cleared up her doubts. The feeling of needing to relieve oneself was usually a cue for Jasmine to wake up, crawl out of her lumpy mattress and drop her ass on the cold toilet seat. It was an annoying feeling, but it hadn't knocked her out of this dream-world; rather, proved that it was reality. A smile crossed Jasmine's face and she opened her eyes. Macey was watching the woman on the other end of the park bench furiously masturbating with her phone with an air of disinterest.

"Uuugh, I have to peeee ... I don't wanna get up. Wait a secon' here." Jasmine sprung upwards, sitting up fast enough to startle Macey. "Feng, which hole does my pee come out of?" As soon as she said it, she felt a little dumb. However, it was a valid question. As it was, she did have two urethra, after all. Logic would dictate it would come out the same way it always had, but logic meant nothing in the face of magical penises.

"Oh hoh hoh hoh! I had wondered when thy curiosity, or thy bladder, would draw thee to such a question. The answer is ... wherever thou wouldst prefer!" Feng chuckled, lazily floating through the air around Jasmine's head.
"I can ... pee out of either of them? Whichever one I want?"
"Of course! Logic would dictate it--"
"Yeah, I got the picture. Okay! Time to find a bathroom!"
"But I don't want to do any more walking ... " Macey groaned. Jasmine looked down the road. She could physically see the Bigg & Co. building from where they were seated.
"Macey, if you don't get up, I'm going to pee on you instead. Wait, hm. I ... I could, actually."
"Hm? Whatever. As long as I don't have to get up."

In any normal circumstance, that joke would have remained a joke. But this wasn't a normal circumstance. In a world where a slip of paper could turn a useless assistant into a full-time sex toy, peeing in public was small time. Peeing on aforementioned assistant would be just as easy. Jasmine doubted the scrawny, messy girl would even wash it off. As exciting as that sounded, Jasmine didn't really want her office smelling like a public bathroom too. Someone else would have to do. Looking to her side, she ruled out the phone woman, having not the heart to disrupt her attempts at 'getting a better signal'.

Looking out across the park, she made her decision. On another bench a short distance away, a woman was doing some sort of warm-up stretches. Her particularly short, neat blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes complimented her fair skin, her lithe and slightly toned body showcased by the sporty attire she had chosen for the day. A tight-fitting tank-top held her average-sized bust in place, while brightly coloured short-shorts did nothing to hide her toned buttocks and thighs. Acting almost on instinct, Jasmine felt the Dragonbone Book appear into her hand, quill sprouting out of thin air in the other. As she wrote, Jasmine could feel her shaft readying itself for combat. She almost hoped this wasn't how often it was up for an average guy, considering this thing had been erect or there-abouts for almost the entire time she'd had it.

"Excuse me!" Jasmine waved over the sporty blonde, "Would you mind filling out this short survey? It won't take a moment of your time."
"Oh, certainly!" Jogging over, she happily took up the quill and paper and looked over the page, filling it out as she went along.

EVERYTHING WRITTEN ON THIS SURVEY IS ABSOLUTELY TRUE

• What do you do for a job? - Fitness instructor
• What is your favourite food? - Beef stroganoff
• What is your favourite drink? - Fruit smoothies!
• What do you like to do for fun? - Jogging :)

"Okay, here you go! That was a really short one. What are you--"
"Hold on. Looks like you made a couple of mistakes on here." Jasmine smirked. "I'll just fix them up and then you can read them over again to make sure, okay?"
"Um ... I'm not sure how I can make a mistake on-- Oh!"
Jasmine quickly crossed out every single answer, replacing it with a new one before handing it back. The confused look on the jogger's face was replaced with misguided understanding as she read over the changes.

EVERYTHING WRITTEN ON THIS SURVEY IS ABSOLUTELY TRUE

• What do you do for a job? - Public toilet
• What is your favourite food? - Human poop
• What is your favourite drink? - Fresh urine!
• What do you like to do for fun? - Offer my holes to people for using as they see fit :)

"Oh, geez, I'm sorry," the now-former jogger slapped herself on the head comically, "I can't belive I made so many mistakes! I must have been thinking about my last job, of course."
"Don't worry about it at all!" Jasmine smiled, astonished that it even worked, "I knew you were a public toilet when I saw you, even though you're wearing clothes."
"My clothes ... ? Oh, of course. These are just going to get dirty and in the way." With nothing more than an embarassed laugh, as though she had forgotten something really important and made a fool of herself, she began to strip off, throwing her clothes in a nearby rubbish bin. Her skin was a shade lighter under the clothes, her perky nipples and clean, shaved pussy exposed to the air.
"Don't even know why I bought those, seeing as a public toilet like me doesn't need clothes."
"It is a 24/7 job, after all!" Jasmine laughed. "I bet you don't even lock your door at night, seeing as it's perfectly fine for anyone to walk in and use you no matter what, right?"
The newly-made toilet-girl flinched. "I can't believe I forgot to do that ... I should tell everyone around where I live so they can use me whenever they want, too. God, I must look like such an idiot, forgetting all these basic things! Can I make it up to you somehow?"
"I thought you'd never ask!" Jasmine beamed brightly. She pointed down to her thick cock. "I've been needing to use the toilet ever since I saw you. Do you reckon you could get down on your knees so I can just, you know ... "
"Oh, you want to shove that thick thing into my mouth, right?" The toilet-girl began to kneel down, coming to eye-level with Jasmine's monstrous member.
"There's, uh ... " Jasmine almost hesitated to say it. Was this going too far? No, she decided, we hadn't gone far enough!
"There's what?" A sweet innocent confusion filled the eye of the woman, whose warm hands were already wrapped around Jasmine's shaft in preparation.
"My shit, of course. How are you going to eat my shit when you're drinking my pee?" The toilet girl seemed to think for a moment, and then pulled her hands off of Jasmine's penis.
"I'll catch it with my hands, and then I'll eat it afterwards, okay?" Jasmine was almost taken aback by the smiling, cheerful attitude with which this woman had taken to her new job. Either she had been just as passionate about her previous job, or she was really just a nice girl. Perhaps this really was the right job for her! Jasmine felt better already.
"Absolutely! I'll start using you now then, okay?"

Sweet relief! As soon as the toilet-girl's hands and mouth were in position, she let herself go. The head of her cock was just inside the girl's mouth, her thick and heady urine turned dark by all the soft-drinks she had drunk earlier surely running straight across this athletic blonde's sensitive tongue. It almost seemed like she was enjoying the taste, her tongue lapping up the seemingly endless stream as she swallowed like a true career toilet-girl.
Meanwhile, on the other end, Jasmine let her bowels loosen, realising she hadn't actually had the thought to take a shit since the entire incident with the ritual and Feng's appearance. A thick log of brown slowly extended from her widening asshole, inching closer to the girl's hands until the tip made contact, not breaking apart but beginning to swirl like a chocolate ice-cream. Even as she greedily choked down Jasmine's urine, the toilet-girl had the mind to slowly dip and move her hands as the amount increased, letting her clean hands grow dirtier with sweet chocolate.

Feeling her urine's flow begin to flag, Jasmine gently placed her hands on the back of the toilet-girl's head, slowly but steadily forcing her lengthy phallus into the woman's throat, now peeing directly down into her stomach. Feeling the last of it die down, she drew her cock back out with the same delicious slowness, until the tip slid straight out of her flesh-toilet's mouth. Still pushing out the last of her shit into the woman's now over-flowing hands, an idea flashed into her head.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Jasmine smirked, looking down at the toilet girl. Still licking her lips, the woman looked away from her poop-filled hands.
"Oh no, did I forget something else? I'm so sorry!" The woman looked genuinely concerned.
"You're forgetting the clean-up, of course! You need to make sure my cock is clean and, naturally, when you're finished with my shit you'll need to get anything else out from my butthole. You're going to have to wipe me off with your tongue too, of course. It's, uh ... much more environmentally friendly than toilet paper!"
"Of course, of course, let me just ... Mm ... " Without breaking stride, the girl went straight to work. Her tongue ran up and down the length of Jasmine's cock, almost polishing it, sending shivers down her spine. With every inch polished thoroughly by the woman's insistent tongue, she sealed the deal with one quick head-motion, taking Jasmine's entire cock down her throat one more time, using her lips as she pulled it back out to collect any excess spit.
"Now for my favourite food! I've never had it before, but ... I just know it's my favourite!" The toilet-girl's eyes shone as she brought her hands up to her face, tearing into the heaped pile of shit as though she had never been hungrier in her life. **** bliss seemed to cross the woman's face as she bit off chunk after chunk, devouring Jasmine's waste with genuine glee. Jasmine found herself stroking her length without even realising it, transfixed by the astonishing and surprisingly erotic scene before her.
In less than a minute, the toilet-girl was already licking her hands clean of any last trace of brown. Hungry eyes turned to Jasmine.
"If you wouldn't mind turning around, I can clean your butthole now." Jasmine presented her rear without hesitation, excitement filling her.
"M-Macey! Get over here! I need you to suck my cock, before I go maaAAH!" A wet tongue slid against the entrance to Jasmine's rear hole, insistently clearing anything there at all. Macey reluctantly dragged herself up like she'd been asked to write a thesis, kneeling in front of Jasmine in a mirror of the toilet girl. Without mercy, Jasmine grabbed Macey's head and began fucking her throat, turned on to a ridiculous amount as the gentle cleaning of the toilet-girl continued. Macey reacted to this in the only logical way - to not react at all. It's not like getting face-fucked by your boss in the middle of a public park while she receives a rimjob was out of the ordinary or anything.

The toilet-girl moved on to the final stage of her cleaning, pushing her tongue inside to lick up any last scrap of poop that remained. Jasmine found herself cumming straight into Macey's stomach the moment she started, her orgasm persisting almost as long as the cleaning. The athletic toilet-girl licked as far as her tongue could reach, before sliding one finger inside to scoop out the rest. Popping her finger into her mouth and licking it clean, she announced that she was finished with a cheery smile.
Releasing Macey coughing for air but otherwise unbothered by the sudden face-****, Jasmine sighed a deep sigh. Sweet relief, indeed. Her asshole felt cleaner than it ever had in her life. Using the toilet had simply never been this good.

"Hey!" the toilet girl stood up, still unconsciously licking her lips and teeth. "Thank you so much for your help. I can't believe I forgot so many things about my important job! I was about to head home, but I'll make sure to practice my skills on the way. Not just because I want to eat their poop, of course!" Saying the last part with a conspiratorial grin, she began to walk away.
"W-Wait! Um!" Jasmine called out, drawing the Book from the air. "It's uh ... really important you fill out this extra part of the s-survey before you go!"
"For someone who helped me that much? No problem." She took a small scrap of paper from the book and handed it to the toilet-woman, along with the quill. The woman answered the questions and wished them a good day, jogging back off into the park as naked as the day she was born. She barely made it twenty metres before the third person she asked decided to take her up on her offer as a toilet.

"Pray, what did she write 'pon your page?" Feng came over Jasmine's shoulder, curious.
"Her address, of course. Geez, seriously?" Jasmine shook her head. "She's in the same apartment building as me too ... it's a small world, huh?"