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"Come on, 3 to go. Push it!" came the encouragement, with a large, muscular wolf standing over an equally-sized fox laying on his back, paws firmly grasping a bar and repeatedly raising it in the air. The wolf's paws were carefully placed beneath it, not helping but ready to catch if absolutely necessary. "2 more! Harder!" he continued, listening to the fox's grunts every time he forced the bar upward. "Last one! Finish it out!" he yelled, and with a pained cry, the fox finally raised it one last time and the wolf helped him lower it back in place. The vulpine's arms dropped to his sides after he finished, panting a bit from the strenuous activity.

"Damn..." he breathed. "New personal best."

The wolf reached down and tapped the fox's chest. "Knew you had it in you, Owen. Tied with me now."

"For now," Owen said, finally easing himself up. "I'll pass you before you know it Connor, and you'll be left in the dust."

Connor just laughed. "Come on bitch, you've never benched more than I have, and you never will. I'm just sandbagging so you don't feel bad."

"You tell yourself that. You're too fucking competitive man, there's no way you'd be able to stand yourself if you weren't pushing as hard as you can. Plus, come on, I listen to you grunt and groan every time you have to force that bar up the same way I do," Owen remarked.

"You would be focused on that, wouldn't you? If your blood wasn't so busy helping you bulk up it'd be rushing to your dick," Connor remarked, moving to start re-racking the weights.

"Hey, I can separate the two. Not like you don't enjoy it either."

"Maybe I do. But I still got to 400 first," Connor said pointedly.

"I'll get to 450 soon enough, you'll see."

"Cocky as always, Owen. As much as I'd love to see you do it, just don't push it. As much as I love seeing us gain, we gotta do it right. And if you do beat me, congratulations," Connor said with a smirk, only barely believing anything he said.

"Since when do you take the high road? You're usually throwing barbs just as much as I am," Owen said, tilting his head to the side.

"Since I'm winning," Connor said with a broader grin, turning and heading toward the locker room.

"Not anymore! I tied it up a few minutes ago!" Owen vented, moving to walk alongside the wolf.

"Must be a weird feeling for you, doing the tying instead of getting tied," the lupine joked.

"Oh come on, I don't always bottom. I've topped plenty of guys."

"Like who?"

"Uh...James?"

"That lion from chemistry? No way dude. Guy was a total dom."

"He powerbottomed!"

"Sure he did, Owen. Sure he did."

"You're such an ass, you know that Connor?"

"I do! And I've got a nice one too, though I'm sure you know that as well."

"Oh shut up already. Just shower so we can get out of here and get the rest of the day over with," Owen said, finally turning the conversation toward their day ahead.

"Don't remind me. Way too much work to do..." Connor sighed, shaking his head as both canines walked into the locker room, focusing on finishing up their routine. Each one stripped down, tossing their workout clothes into their bag and heading toward the showers. They quickly washed, getting themselves all tidied up and looking presentable before finally getting dressed once more. Once both had their stuff packed up, they grabbed their bags and headed out, idly chatting about what the day had in store for them.

---

"Fucking finally dude, we're here," the wolf huffed, setting down his last box with a rather loud thump on the floor.

"Seriously. Who knew you had so much stuff?" The fox quipped, setting down the storage container he was carrying.

"Me, asshole? You're the one with the 15 boxes of clothes. Why the fuck do you have all that anyway? All you ever wear is shorts and a t-shirt."

"For special occasions! And what's in all your shit anyway? Sex toys?"

"Why? Looking to borrow one?"

"Yeah right!"

"Good thing too, there's no way I have anything you'd even feel at this point," Connor said, glancing down at the fox's ass.

"Oh come on, you fucked just as many guys as I did in college," Owen replied.

"Yeah, but I was usually on top."

"Oh not this again. Why are you so sure I was a bottom?"

"Fox? Duh?"

"Foxes aren't all bottoms!"

"Yeah, but you are."

"Not all the time!"

"Often enough," the lupine replied, stepping over and ruffling the vulpine's headfur.

The fox simply huffed and pushed his roommate away, chuckling a bit. "Besides, what's so bad about being a bottom?"

The wolf simply shrugged and moved to sit on the sofa, lounging back and putting his footpaws up on the coffee table. "Nothing. Just usually the weaker guy."

The fox shook his head and took a seat next to the wolf, mimicking his posture and putting his paws behind his head. "Please, I can go toe to toe with you in the gym any day."

"Sure you can, squirt."

"I'm like half an inch shorter than you!"

"And don't you forget it."

The fox huffed once more, and the pair fell into a brief silence. Owen wasn't just talking a big game. He stood a proud 6 foot 5, with muscles everywhere you could feasibly find them. Whenever he wasn't studying in college, he'd been building them up and doing what he could to stay in shape. Bright orange fur adorned his body, with blue eyes focused on his now-roommate.

Said roommate, Connor, was much the same. While he also stood 6 foot 5 (and a tiny bit more), his ears stood up higher than Owen's, making him look slightly taller than he was. Every time the fox was in the gym, Connor was there right beside him, with the pair swapping roles and spotting for each other as needed. His fur was a much deeper gray, and as he glanced over at the vulpine, his green eyes briefly met the blue ones on him.

The gym wasn't just a huge part of their lives - no, it was the reason they even knew each other at all. Owen had been looking for someone to spot for him. Connor, needing a partner himself, offered to step in. That day they got to talking, found out they had a lot in common besides their working out habits, and became fast friends. They had stayed gym partners throughout their years of college, with their competitive nature fueling their push to become stronger and fitter.

By now, the two were absolute specimens, still working out almost daily after graduating and moving in together. They'd found jobs in the same city - whether on purpose or not was anyone's guess - and found a cheap apartment. Spacious enough, two bedrooms, with all the amenities they'd need.

While both were gay and rather open about it, the two had never done anything with each other. They were more than comfortable around each other after all the gym showers, and virtually no conversation topics were off limits. Teasing was rather common, and each of them had groped the other numerous times, but that was as far as it went. The pair of canines were more than happy with what they had - someone like themselves they could hang out with.

While they took a moment to relax, it didn't take long before they got back up and started unpacking. Like true guys, they started with the essentials - getting the TV set up and video game consoles around it in the living room. Boxes were everywhere with no food yet in the place, but both Owen and Connor soon had controllers in their paws with loud noises coming from the TV. Barbs occasionally flew back and forth as they played their first game, but for the most part focus was put on getting the win. To an observer who had no idea what was going on, it seemed random, but all of a sudden a very excited yell and a defeated groan echoed out at the same time.

"Suck it! Who's the squirt now?" Owen said, reaching down and grabbing his crotch as he thrust it toward Connor.

"Yeah yeah, you got lucky. First time you've won in ages," Connor replied.

"Because we haven't played in ages. In case you hadn't noticed, we've been moving dipshit," Owen said, gesturing to the boxes around them.

"Right, how could I forget lugging all your shit up here."

"Oh no, we're not going back on that. You lost, bitch."

"Fine, fine, I lost. I'll get you next time. Hey, I'm gonna order pizza, you want anything?" Connor asked, abruptly changing the conversation topic to not have to dwell on his defeat.

"Nah, I'm good, I ate earlier."

Connor tilted his head. "Huh? Dude, we've been together moving all day. Or did you forget in the last 10 seconds? I'd have known if you stopped to eat."

Owen shrugged. "I've had some protein bars I've been snacking on as we went; I'm good for a while."

"And you didn't share with me? Ass!"

"Well you know what they say, you are what you eat," Owen said with a grin.

"Guess that makes you a dick too. Whatever man, I'm gonna order some pizza. You gonna unpack?"

"Nah, I'm gonna take a nap. Tired as fuck after moving in."

"We gotta get you doing more cardio, dude. You shouldn't even feel it at this point."

"I have been spending too much time bulking up..." Owen said pensively. "Alright, it's a date for tomorrow. Night man."

"Night," Connor replied as he turned to his phone, dialing up a local place he had a flyer for. As he watched Owen walk off, however, he couldn't take his mind off the vulpine's lack of appetite. Working out as often as they did, the pair usually never passed up a meal, especially after not eating all day. Connor knew he'd have seen Owen munching on a protein bar too, unless the fox was purposely hiding them for some reason. Then again, foxes were usually sneaky... His thoughts continued for a bit, but were quickly interrupted by the voice on the other end of the line asking to take his order.

---

While the two were rather good about maintaining their bodies, they weren't the greatest about doing the same for the apartment around them. Boxes stayed for weeks as the canines only took what was needed out of them, leaving the rest to sit around. It wasn't until four months after they'd moved in that the last box had been broken down and thrown in the recycling.

Both males had settled into their routines rather nicely. They'd wake up early, hit the gym, shower off, and head back to their apartment to get ready. Owen went to work a bit earlier than Connor, but that also meant that he got home earlier as well. Usually by the time the wolf got home, the vulpine would be either cooking or playing games, which Connor immediately joined in on. Meals were cooked in bulk to support their huge calorie burn, and the number of controllers and consoles lying around became almost untenable. They had to get a bigger TV stand two separate times after running out of space to put new things.

Tonight, the pair had settled in and thrown a football game on the TV while they ate. Groans and cheers alternated through the night, until only a few seconds were left in the game. They'd finished eating by now and were very intently staring at the screen. Both leaned forward, paws clenched into fists, chanting together. "GO! GO! GO!" they cried, fists moving up and down as they anxiously watched to see how the final run would end. Only after the play had finished with their team crossing the goal line did they both jump up. "YES!" they cried, grabbing each other and hugging tightly, jumping in a circle with one arm raised in the air while the other kept the hug going. After a few seconds (and likely a few annoyed neighbors), the muscleheads settled down and crashed back onto the couch.

"Holy fuck dude, did you see that?"

"How did he make it through those defenders?"

"He almost fucking tripped during the celebration too!"

"He did!" Owen finished, with the pair ending in laughter together. After it died down, the fox continued. "Fuck, man, it'll be a while before we get a game that good again."

"No kidding. Can't remember the last time I've seen one that close that wasn't just because of one team fucking up."

"Yeah...fuck. Glad we got to see that. Alright, I'm gonna hit the bathroom, then let's play some Call of Duty?"

"You know it. I'll get it set up while you go piss yourself."

"Funny," the fox remarked, Owen turning tail and heading toward the bathroom. He wasn't gone long, and soon enough the two were back at their gaming. It went much the same way as it did the first night they'd moved in, with the fox turning out the victor. He set his controller down with a wry smile, looking over at the wolf.

"I win again. Can't say I'm surprised."

"Man, I have no idea how you do that. You're fucking hacking or something," Connor retorted.

"Nope. Just good," Owen said, wiping imaginary dust off his shoulders.

"If only you put this much effort into working out, maybe you'd actually bulk up," the wolf said, reaching over and poking the fox's biceps. As he did, however, he noticed something curious. "Speaking of...you been eating chocolate? You know that shit's not good for you man."

"What're you talking about? I haven't had chocolate in years."

"Dude, don't lie to me, you've got some left on your lip there," Connor said, moving his finger up and pointing. "It's your life, but I'm not gonna let you throw away all this nice work," he continued, gesturing up and down Owen's body.

Owen ran a claw along his lip where Connor had pointed, and pulled away a small bit of the offending substance. "Fuck," was all he said before bounding up and running toward the bathroom, where the sound of the sink running could soon be heard.

As the wolf sat there on the couch perplexed, one thought crossed his mind. He could clearly hear the sink from the living room couch, but when Owen ran to the bathroom earlier, he'd never heard the sound of the toilet flushing...

---

The next morning, Connor sat on the couch with his gym bag next to him. He had everything he needed - a couple towels to wipe himself down with, a large refillable bottle of water, and a change of clothes for after the shower. He tapped his footpaw impatiently, waiting on Owen to get his stuff together. He hadn't spoken to the fox since their encounter last night, and wondered how the morning would go.

He didn't have to wait too long, as only a couple moments later the fox came bounding out of his room, looking much the same as Connor, dressed only in a tight tank top and gym shorts. "Sorry man, couldn't find my water bottle. You ready?" He asked, already heading toward the door.

"Yeah, finally. Let's do this. You ready to run?" Connor asked.

"If I have to. Not the best exercise, but it works. Why'd you want to go early today anyway?"

"It's cardio day! Gotta make sure we have time to keep ourselves looking this good," Connor remarked, flexing briefly.

"And you do look good," Owen said with a wink as he opened the door and led the way downstairs to their apartment's gym.

As they climbed the stairs, the fox remained in silence for a few moments, only speaking as they approached their destination. "Hey, look man, sorry about last night. I just got really ashamed at having snuck something, and I didn't know how to deal with it. No more chocolate, I promise," he said, in what seemed to be a rehearsed apology.

Connor smirked, not believing him for a second. He didn't let on for now though, simply waving a paw. "No worries dude. Your body, but I'm not gonna stop pushing you, and it's gonna get harder if you're putting that trash in there. All's forgotten, now let's do this."

Owen nodded, wordlessly heading into the gym. The pair of canines settled into their routines, stretching first to make sure they didn't pull anything. Since today they were focused on cardio, they put special attention onto their legs. Only once they felt good and loose did they grab treadmills and start them up. A moment later both of them had taken off at a brisk pace, music blaring through the headphones in their ears, focused on their workout.

This was where the two males truly shone, in their feats of physical prowess. Rippling muscles showed over their bodies as they ran, bulging their fur out. Their eyes were focused straight ahead, maintaining their rhythm, heads bobbing slightly to their music. As Connor got comfortable though, he couldn't help but steal a glance over at Owen. The fox was still on his mind after last night, and the wolf had to be sure before he made a move. It took a bit of concentration to maintain his pace while he did it, but Connor shut his eyes, lifted his tail, and pushed out a bit of flatulence. It wasn't anything Owen would hear over this music, but he'd certainly smell it.

Not a moment later, the fox slightly stumbled over his footpaws. The scent caught him off guard, causing him to cough slightly, but he kept his pace. Connor made absolutely sure to keep his head pointed forward, but he was carefully watching Owen out of the corner of his eye. As hard as the fox tried not to, his head was slowly drifting toward Connor. He was trying to be subtle about it, but when watched carefully, it was clear the fox was inhaling a bit irregularly even while running. Connor, with a knowing smirk, moved his gaze back forward and focused on his run. He knew for sure now, but he still had to tease the vulpine a little bit.

After about an hour and a half and a few different machines later, the canines had finished their workout. Panting slightly, the two made their way to the locker room, dressing down and showering quickly. They were doing their typical mix of ribbing and complimenting the other, even pushing the other around a bit as they walked. Eventually, Owen had settled down on the bench next to his locker while Connor was standing before him.

"Fuck, I'm starving man, I'm gonna eat so goddamn much after we get back upstairs," Owen remarked, still dripping a bit from his shower.

"Just remember - no chocolate," Connor quipped with a grin, striking a pose. "Remember what we're doing this for."

Owen grinned, looking the naked wolf over. "Mmm, and I'd hate to give that up. Spin around for me."

Connor obliged, spinning so that the fox could see his backside. The wolf stood with his legs apart, flexing both arms up, looking over his shoulder at Owen. Figuring now would be the perfect time to tease again, the wolf strained slightly and let out some silent gas.

"Liking what you see?" The wolf asked, knowing the answer already.

"Eh, it's alright I suppose..." the fox quipped, playing coy.

"Oh really? Seems a certain part of you really does like what you see," Connor replied, nodding down to where Owen's shaft had started peeking out of his sheath.

"What can I say? You've got a n-nice body," the fox replied, voice shaking a bit as he did so. The real reason was that the smell had reached his nostrils, but he certainly wasn't going to admit that.

"That I do," Connor agreed, going along with it as he dropped his pose and moved to start getting dressed. "Any idea what you want to eat after we get upstairs?"

"Man, I want everything. Toast, eggs, bacon, sausage, everything. Just cook the whole fridge worth."

"You seem like you brought the sausage with you!"

"Oh shut up. You know you're hot."

"Oh I know it," Connor happily agreed.

After a seemingly never-ending series of quips, the two managed to get themselves dressed with bags on their shoulders, slowly marching their way back upstairs. They continued to chat about the breakfast awaiting them, both of their stomachs rumbling after having worked up an appetite. Connor entered the apartment first, opening the door for Owen as they tossed their bags to the side and headed to the kitchen.

"You mind getting started on breakfast? I need to, uh, make some room, as it were," Connor said with a grin, heading toward the bathroom.

"Gross, dude. But fine, I'll get started," Owen replied, turning toward the kitchen and grabbing some things out of the fridge.

Once the fox's back was turned, Connor's evil grin adorned his face. He quickly made his way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind himself and settling in on the toilet. Almost immediately he got to work. The wolf's hole opened up, making way for a long, snaking log of shit to gracefully land on the water's surface and coil around. As soon as it dropped off, another chunky, deep brown log landed right on top of it, and more kept coming. With as much as the canines ate, it all had to go somewhere, and Connor was proving that right now. The pile easily rose out of the water by the time he was done, with more shit than water in the bowl. Very purposefully, however, Connor did two things. The first was that he didn't bother wiping, and for the second he made absolutely sure not to flush.

The wolf stood up, surveyed his handiwork, and just smiled. This was going to be interesting. Satisfied with his setup, the lupine headed back to the kitchen, checking in on Owen. "Damn, I needed that. Feels like I dropped ten pounds."

"I could tell," Owen replied, the fox clearly having been listening. "You weren't exactly quiet about it. Just glad you're finally done, I gotta go too. Now take over this so I can drop my load."

"Sure," Connor said simply, moving into the kitchen and pretending to do things with the pots. As he watched Owen move toward the bathroom, he slowly started turning the stove off. One by one he powered everything down, then quietly made his way to the door of the bathroom.

It was days like today he was thanking his lucky stars the two were so comfortable around each other, meaning neither one locked the bathroom while using it. Connor pressed his ear against the door, listening intently to try to figure out exactly what the fox was up to. After a moment, he slowly twisted the knob of the door, quietly pushing his way inside. Owen was hunched over the toilet, head halfway inside, very obviously chewing. Connor stood there for a moment, leaning against the door and watching, waiting for the fox to lean back down and grab another mawful. It didn't take long, but once he did, the wolf spoke up. "Whatever happened to no more chocolate?"

Owen's head shot up, eyes wide and muzzle absolutely coated in the wolf's waste. He froze in terror, just staring at his roommate, unable to process the situation. Connor was patient though, simply smirking down at the fox, waiting on him to make a move. It took almost a full minute, but a bulge finally traveled down Owen's throat, and he opened his muzzle to speak.

"Uh...Hey Connor..."

"Hey buddy. Whatcha doin'?" The wolf asked, absolutely loving this.

"Nothing..." the fox sheepishly replied.

"Nothing? Doesn't look like nothing to me."

"Come on, don't make me say it."

"Oh you know me better than that Owen. You're gonna have to say it."

"Fine, bitch...I was eating your shit."

The wolf's grin couldn't have gotten any wider as he stepped forward, still looking down at the fox. "Somehow I thought you would be. You were huffing my farts all morning."

"You, uh, you noticed that?" Owen asked, averting his gaze for the first time.

"Yep. You weren't exactly subtle about it. You were even getting hard in the locker room from it."

"Great, so you knew I was lying then too...How long have you known?"

Connor shrugged. "I dunno. Since yesterday for sure, when you had 'chocolate' on your muzzle after not flushing in here."

"Fuck. I knew I forgot something..."

"Well, it's not like there was anything to flush after you got done, right?" The wolf joked.

"Yeah yeah...rub it in, asshole," Owen remarked, then drifted off into silence for a moment. "So...where do we go from here? I imagine you're probably judging me hard right now, and I don't know if I can put up with all the jokes about me eating shit, so..."

Connor just continued smiling. "I have at least one idea," he remarked, moving over and kneeling next to the fox. He leaned forward, sticking his tongue out and licking the side of the fox's muzzle, pulling up a significant amount of his own waste and slurping it down. Rather pointedly, he let out a belch back in Owen's face before sitting back on his hindpaws and knowingly looking at the fox.

Owen's shock was immeasurable. He stared at the wolf for a few moments, mind absolutely frozen from what had happened here. He thought he was going to have to move out, that Connor would shame him to all their friends, that he'd be embarrassed for life. But...the wolf just licked his face?

"What's wrong foxy? My shit's not that sticky, you can open your mouth and talk, I---" Connor started, before Owen decided to cut him off. The fox threw himself forward, wrapping his arms around behind Connor's back, pulling him into a tight hug and shoving his lips against the lupine's. Connor immediately responded, and not a second later tongues were moving back and forth, swapping shit between their muzzles. The wolf had returned the hug as well, and both strong males were rubbing their bodies together as they indulged in their shared fetish.

After they separated, their muzzles were equally covered, both canines staring at each with shit all over their faces. Sensing the fox was still somewhat in shock, Connor stood up and turned around, dropping his shorts and raising his tail. "I had a feeling you'd be in here doing this, so I didn't wipe. You - never mind." He started, only to be cut off by the fox again. As soon as Connor said he hadn't wiped, Owen's muzzle shot forward and attacked the hole, slurping over it and collecting every last bit of waste he could find. A small moan slipped out of the wolf's muzzle as the fox's tongue slipped inside, twirling itself over the walls and gathering his meal. Before Owen could finish, the lupine stepped forward, regretfully pulling himself away from the tongue. He turned back around, showing the fox his painfully erect cock, knot almost fully engorged at the base.

"Well, I think this changes our breakfast plans. I'm gonna head back out there and finish making stuff, you stay here and finish your, uh, appetizer. I'll call you when it's ready," Connor said, still smiling down at Owen.

The fox was mindlessly opening and closing his jaw, smacking it and swirling his tongue inside, collecting some of the stickier smudges and nuggets of shit and swallowing them down. He was still too far in shock to really speak, so just nodded wordlessly at the wolf.

"See you in a bit, shithead," Connor joked, spinning on his heel once more and exiting the room, leaving the fox with a half-eaten pile of shit still in the toilet.

Both got to their task dutifully, and almost half an hour later they had finished. Connor took a bit longer with breakfast, and Owen had busied himself with licking every last smudge of feces he could off the toilet bowl. Once the wolf had set down the final plate, he called for his roommate. "Owen, breakfast part two!" he said with a small chuckle.

Owen, upon hearing his name, finally stood up and left the bathroom. Most of the surprise had worn off by this point, it was just hard to accept that his roommate was as nasty as he was. Both canines greeted each other in the kitchen, both still rock hard, neither one wearing pants by this point.

"I never, in a million years, would have thought that would have gone that way," Owen remarked.

"I mean, I did, but I also knew you were into it first," Connor laughed.

"Well...I'm certainly not complaining. Thanks for the breakfast though...both parts of it." Owen said, truly meaning it.

"Anytime. I expect you to repay the favor soon though, assuming you haven't already eaten that too," Connor said with a wink.

"With as much as you made here, I'll be able to repay you ten times over later. Even with as much shit as you put out in there, I'm still starving, so let's see what we've got."

"Enjoy," Connor said simply, though he kept his eyes firmly on the fox as he sat down.

Both canines loaded their plates with eggs, toast, sausage, and bacon, practically overflowing them with the food. Knowing how much the fox enjoyed it, Connor prepared a large amount of gravy as well, which Owen proceeded to dump all over his plate. As soon as the fox took his first bite, however, he looked up at Connor, questioning the flavor in his muzzle.

"Did...did you shit in the gravy?" Owen asked, still chewing.

"Surprised you can taste it with as much is left around your face there," Connor laughed. "Yeah, I had a bit left after I gave you your surprise earlier, so figured I'd use it.

"Fuck yeah," Owen said happily, diving back in for another bite. "Wha' else d'ya do?" He asked through a mouthful.

"Keep eating and find out," Connor said cryptically, starting to eat his own helpings.

Owen happily obeyed, continuing to take in as much as he could. He took a rather large bite of toast covered in the shit-spiked gravy, noticing nothing particularly new there. It didn't stop him from shoveling as much into his muzzle as he could though. Once he started on the eggs, however, a new taste became particularly clear. "Yep, there it is. You pissed in the eggs, didn't you?"

Connor nodded. "Figured it'd be easier to 'hide' it that way, yellow on yellow, you know. How are they?"

"Absolutely disgusting," Owen said cheerfully, immediately taking another bite.

"Just like I planned. One more surprise for you, and it should be pretty damn obvious," Connor remarked.

Owen looked around the table as he chewed, and it didn't take long before he noticed the usual pitcher of milk was overflowing. "Hmm, I wonder...usually you don't get this much milk out, and the drops on the outside look rather...sticky," he said, smiling just as broadly as the wolf now. They both knew what it was, but were having fun with their little game.

"Why don't you try some and find out?" Connor said, egging him on.

"Don't mind if I do," Owen obeyed, reaching out and picking up the pitcher. Some of the 'milk' spilled out of the overfilled pitcher and onto his paw, but the fox didn't mind. Not even bothering to use a glass, the vulpine brought it to his lips and started drinking, tilting the pitcher up as he got a giant taste of it.

"Been a while since I've had wolf spunk. Never had it mixed with milk though. How much did you add? Can barely even taste the milk in here," Owen said, smacking his lips and taking another drink.

"None at all," Connor said with a grin. "That's 100% Connor you're chugging down there."

The fox set the pitcher back down after drinking about half the jizz inside, exhaling heavily and licking his lips clean. "Damn, dude. You cum a shitload."

"What can I say? You got me rather worked up in there. Had to let it out," Connor noted.

"I know the feeling...Hang on a sec," Owen said, picking up the pitcher once more. He brought it back to his lips, slurping down spooge as fast as his throat would allow him. Bulges were visible in his throat of every bit of wolf jizz he drank until the pitcher finally emptied, ending with Owen belching cum back across the table, only further seasoning their breakfast. Soon after, he set the pitcher on the ground next to himself and knelt next to it. It only took a few pumps before he was able to fill it back up, with Owen letting a long-overdue moan out as fox jizz started spraying into the still-coated container. Surprising even himself, he managed to fill it just as much as Connor did, overflowing the thing. The last few spurts trickled down the sides and onto the floor. Panting heavily, Owen got up and set the pitcher down on the table for Connor, still dribbling a bit of cum out as he did so.

"There...Least I can do to pay you back," Owen breathed.

"It's a good start," Connor uttered, barely getting his words out before he was drinking just as fast as Owen was. The wolf was clearly an expert, whether with cum or beer was anyone's guess, but he didn't have to stop to breathe once while downing his drink. Thick fox spunk coated his muzzle as he worked it all down, coating his tongue and every last one of his teeth. After taking his last gulp, Connor mimicked Owen's actions and slapped the pitcher back down onto the table, similarly belching cum back out across their meals. "Fuck, that hit the spot. I need to drink your spunk more often."

"It's here whenever you want it, bitch," Owen teased. "As long as I get yours as well."

"69 before every meal now. Got it," Connor retorted, only half-joking.

"So what made you do all this today anyway?" Owen asked, taking a large bite of pissy eggs covered in shitty gravy.

"I found out my hot roommate's a toilet fag like I am last night," Connor replied, leaning to the side and ripping ass against the chair. "I figured that'd be a pretty good way to let you know I am too."

"You could have just told me, I thought my life was over when you walked in there," Owen said in return. "You're an ass, you know that?"

"You are what you eat," Connor said with a wink, repeating the usual joke between them, though it now had a much different meaning.

"So yeah, you're a pile of a shit," Owen said, still smiling.

"Nope, you're the pile. I'm just a few sticky smudges along my roommate's cheek."

"Fine, fine. We'll make you a pile soon enough."

"Damn well better. Not fair that you get to eat mine and I can't eat yours."

"Sorry, I didn't exactly have time to prepare anything today. I forgot to check my calendar for the shit-eating reveal today," Owen said, rolling his eyes.

"Wipe the shit out of your eyes and look harder next time then," Connor replied. "So, what does this mean for us now?"

"Uh...I don't know, what do you want it to mean? Are we like...just friends with benefits? More?" Owen asked, a bit unsure.

"I wouldn't mind more, to tell you the truth..." Connor said, sounding shy for the first time since Owen had known him.

Sensing his friend's apprehension, Owen reached up with one of his footpaws and lightly ran it along the wolf's shaft, teasing him a bit under the table. "I wouldn't mind more either. So that's it, we're boyfriends now?"

"I guess so," Connor said. "Shittiest relationship on Earth."

"Not yet, but it certainly will be," Owen said with a wink.

---

After that first morning, things changed dramatically for the two canines. Clothes were very infrequently worn around the apartment, with both choosing to admire the view of the other's chiseled body as often as possible. Paws groped one another when they weren't flat out fucking in every room. Both males made sure they were always near the other whenever they had to pass gas, and their waste was endless being cycled from one's ass into the other's maw. The bathroom quickly became useless outside of cases where they had to clean up quickly, though they still preferred to try to use their tongues for that whenever possible.

The apartment was still in a respectable state, though it wasn't quite as clean as it was before. A few shit stains lay around here and there, and the windows remained shut to keep the stink in as much as they could. The worst, however, was Connor's bed. It was the larger of the two, and he and Owen had taken to sharing it. One particular morning, Owen was resting with his stomach against Connor's back, having fallen asleep with his knot buried deep inside the wolf's tailhole.

The fox yawned, opening his muzzle wide, browned teeth shown off to anyone who cared to see as he tried to wake himself up. He blinked a few times, looking at the back of his boyfriend's head, smiling as he felt the pressure remaining around his cock from the previous night. With a grunt, he pulled himself backward before the situation could get him going even more, pulling his knot out with a soft 'pop'. His seed soon started leaking out, but Owen quickly put a stop to that. He inched his way down the bed, squirming until his muzzle was firmly against Connor's ass, sucking the shitty cum out and gulping it down. As his tongue worked over his boyfriend's hole, the wolf started stirring, groggily looking behind himself to see the fox's head moving slightly under the covers.

"Looking for breakfast?" Connor sleepily asked, not bothering to even move, simply enjoying the feeling of being rimmed. Down below, Owen nodded, not willing to pull his head back at the moment. "Probably going to be a big one, with how much you made me eat last night..." he mumbled, closing his eyes and continuing to rest on the pillow as he pushed his ass back into Owen's face a bit harder.

The fox's ears perked as the wolf spoke, and he loved every word of it. He continued slurping, now more moving his tongue around for the enjoyment than any meaningful amount of cum leftover, but the main course soon approached. It was slow with how tired Connor was, but the first log nevertheless started pushing Owen's tongue out to make room for itself. No matter how many times he feasted, the fox was overjoyed, taking the full length of the shit into his muzzle before he started to chew.

The feeling of eating shit was still indescribable to the fox. Every fiber of his being told him that it was disgusting, reprehensible, that he shouldn't be doing it. His stomach had told him for months to stop doing it until he'd beaten the damn thing into submission with more and more waste. No matter how much he knew it was wrong though, something about it just felt so right.

As his teeth sank into the log for the first time, the fox's cock was already throbbing at attention once more. The sticky, slimy nature of it made it stick to his fangs, nuggets wedging their way between his teeth and squishing up against his gums. Before he opened his jaw again, he pressed it up against the room of his maw with his tongue, getting a strong taste. A couple years ago it would have made him throw up; today, it only made him want more. He cherished every single time he chomped down, savoring the wolf's shit like it was the finest meal in the world. There was nowhere he'd rather be than against his boyfriend's ass, and Connor was happy to keep him there.

Owen realized he couldn't keep chewing forever though, and eventually swallowed half of the first log. He kept the rest inside, swishing it back and forth, simply adoring the taste as long as he could. It wasn't long before it was replenished, however, as two more logs slowly started working their way into his toilet mouth. He happily accepted them, wrapping his lips around them as they pushed their way out, feeling the slick outsides caressing his mouth as he took them from one hole to another. As he sucked up the third log, he noticed the shit had started getting a bit softer. If he knew Connor's ass, it meant it would only get softer from there once the hard stuff was out of the way.

The fox was soon proven right, as almost as soon as he'd taken another couple quick swallows, the wolf's hole opened up to continue feeding him. Owen kept his lips sealed firmly against the hole, feeling the waste growing runnier and runnier each time until he was chugging pure wolf diarrhea. The liquid shit sprayed into the fox's muzzle in bursts, filling his muzzle in under a second and forcing him to gulp it down to keep the bed from getting any messier. He wasn't perfect, however, and some dribbles ran down his maw and marked up the sheets where they'd blend right in. This too soon finished, much to Owen's dismay, and he was left with a mouthful of loose stool while his boyfriend blew a couple last blasts of gas up his nose.

With a relaxed sigh, Connor finally spoke up again. "You enjoy?" he asked, finally sounding a bit more awake.

Owen finally took himself out from under the blankets, still not having swallowed the muzzleful of diarrhea. After revealing himself to Connor, he made a show of gargling the waste, showing it was still around and he was very much enjoying himself.

"Such an ass, Owen. Always getting your breakfast before me," Connor teased.

Owen stuck his middle finger up at the wolf, but soon simply leaned down over his boyfriend and locked lips with him. Connor didn't object to the sharing, opening up and taking his own waste inside. The two canines pressed it back and forth, tongues wrestling as the shit traded holes. Each of the two swallowed some bit by bit until they were simply making out for the fun of it. Owen eventually pulled back, looking down into Connor's eyes lovingly - that is, until the wolf ruined the moment by belching right in the fox's face.

"Gross, Connor!" Owen cried, laughing a bit at the irony of having just scarfed down a heaping helping of wolf shit.

"Not gross enough," Connor corrected. "I still haven't had my breakfast," he continued, reaching up and groping Owen's ass, poking at the hole with one of his claws.

"Yeah yeah, it's ready. One sec..." Owen said, twisting himself around and backing himself up, pressing his ass firmly against his boyfriend's face. Almost instantly, the fox pushed out a burst of flatulence, assaulting Connor's nostrils with the stench of the oncoming waste.

"Smells delicious hon," Connor sighed, leaning in and taking a huge whiff.

"Should thank yourself. You did make me dinner last night after all," Owen joked.

Without another word, both canines got to work. Owen began pushing, sending Connor's meal down toward him. The wolf wasted no time in shoving his tongue in deep, lips shoved right up against the fox's tailhole and desperately searching for the first fresh taste. He didn't have to wait long, as the first log quickly pushed his tongue back where it came from. Connor's cheeks immediately bulged out as he took in two quick, firm, solid logs and started chomping away at them. The dung was extremely thick, making the wolf really work at it to break it apart. It was every bit as nasty as he hoped though, finding the taste both horrendous and arousing at the same time.

Down below, Owen quickly saw the effects his 'meal' was having on Connor. The wolf's shaft was standing at attention, idly dribbling pre onto his stomach. The fox's was pointed in the opposite direction as he sat on his boyfriend's face, leaking his own mess into the gray fur beneath him. Deciding to take an even more active role, Owen leaned down and swallowed the throbbing, leaky cock, taking it into his practiced throat with ease. Connor quickly reacted, letting out a muffled moan through his meal, pausing his chewing for only a moment.

The wolf was waking up the best way possible. He'd gotten his ass eaten out, was getting a hot meal, and was getting his dick sucked, all while the most effort he'd had to put in so far was to roll over and chew. And chew he did - Owen's bitter muck continued flowing into Connor's muzzle, seemingly endless. The wolf dutifully swallowed every bit of it down, refusing to let any of it escape his waiting jaw. As he worked, he was thrusting harder and harder upward into Owen's esophagus, already worked up at having listened to the fox chomping down a few minutes earlier.

The vulpine could tell that Connor wouldn't last much longer. He was leaking pre like someone had left a faucet on, and his knot was almost fully engorged. Owen wrapped a paw around the base of it, squeezing tightly to simulate the tie as best as he could. Instinctively, Connor started humping upwards, desperately forcing himself into his boyfriend's throat. Owen wasn't one to deny himself a drink, and gave a few rough sucks to the cock to bring the wolf to climax. That was more than enough for Connor, and bursts of seed soon assaulted the fox's throat. Owen drank every last one down, every bit a cum bucket as much as he was a toilet. He pulled back a bit, keeping his lips only around the tip of the shaft, making sure the last dribbles still ended up inside his mouth. As he looked down, he surveyed his handiwork, smirking as he saw the fresh brown streaks painting the outside of the shaft - leftovers from his breakfast.

Connor struggled to swallow the last bit of waste as he climaxed, feeling the sticky shit sliding down his throat as he struggled to breathe. With a rather large gulp, he pulled the last bit into his stomach, panting heavily the second he got it down. His brown tongue hung out the side of his muzzle, lips painted with fox shit and teeth practically invisible through the mass of waste stuck to them. He took a moment to calm down, still feeling Owen's muzzle offering a slight sucking sensation to his cock. Knowing what was expected of him from their usual routine, the wolf finally relaxed himself and gave Owen his last drink, releasing his bladder into the fox's muzzle.

Owen graciously accepted his final treat, feeling the almost burning piss spraying across his tongue. It was a very different experience than scarfing down the wolf's shit. The solid waste was more bitter, took longer to get down, and the disgusting flavor usually got stronger once he bit into it. Piss hit him like a truck all at once, with the acidic, disgusting taste firmly present on his tongue the second it entered his muzzle. He was more than accustomed to it at this point though, and swallowed it down without a second thought. Unlike the giant dumps the two canines took, their pissing sessions were usually over much quicker, and this was no different. Once the urine was entirely in the fox's stomach, he finally pulled off the wolf's shaft, belching against it, sending brown flecks of urine back against the surface. He sat back up a bit, content but still achingly hard, grinding his ass across Connor's nose.

"There, you got your breakfast and a blowjob all at once. Happy?" Owen asked.

"Oh yeah...That was great..." Connor said, his voice muffled underneath the fox's ass.

"Was? Oh we're not done yet. Or did you forget that I still haven't cum?" Owen teased. "And I know just where it's going."

"Where's that?" Connor asked, but Owen made it rather obvious soon after. The fox shifted himself around again, moving to the foot of the bed and turning to face the wolf. He grabbed Connor's ankles, hoisting them over his shoulders and scooting forward a bit, lining himself up with the wolf's ass. It was under an hour ago that Owen had sucked his own seed out of Connor's ass, and here he was about to fill it right back up.

"Don't worry, I made sure to leave some lube behind earlier," Owen said with a wink, leaning forward and sliding right into Connor's backside. The lupine threw his head back, moaning out as almost a foot of fox meat invaded his insides, the already-engorged knot soon battering at his entrance. Owen didn't give him much time to warm up, knowing the wolf was fully capable of taking him and having been leaking pre since he woke up. The fox was going fast, moaning and panting as he repeatedly slid himself in and out, focused more on getting off than anything else now. It wasn't that long before he finally slammed himself home, slipping his knot into the diarrhea-slicked anus and locking himself inside. After a couple more thrusts, his orgasm hit, flooding Connor's recently-evacuated bowels with pints of fox jizz.

Finally, both canines were exhausted. Owen had lowered himself down a bit, placing his paws on either side of Connor's chest and resting on his arms, panting as he looked down at the lupine. The wolf was less out of breath, but still looked up at the fox, clearly satisfied with their morning romp. The air was filled with the noises of panting, but soon Connor broke the almost-silence.

"Didn't last long there, eh?" He teased.

"Let's see. I ate your shit, you belched in my face, you ate my shit, my nose was shoved in your balls and all I could breathe was your musk while I sucked you off, I drank your cum, and I drank your piss. Yeah, sorry, I don't know what got me so worked up like that..." The fox said, listing off their disgusting acts, rolling his eyes as he finished.

"Yeah. No idea. Just try to last longer next time," Connor said, obviously joking, his shit-streaked lips curling upward as he smiled at his boyfriend.

"Oh shut up, shit-eater," Owen retorted, leaning down and locking lips with the wolf, pressing his own scat-covered mouth against the lupine's. As tongues wrestled and shit was swapped, the fox relaxed himself a bit more, finally releasing his bladder into Connor's ass. Neither acknowledged it in any way, but both of them knew they were each enjoying it.

---

Neither Connor nor Owen knew just how great their lives would get after they'd moved in together. They'd gone from being gym pals and best friends to shit-loving boyfriends. The only regret they had was that they hadn't told each other sooner, knowing the years of debauchery they'd missed out on. The canines were making up for lost time in any way they could though.

The pair had fallen into a routine that they'd gotten comfortable with. They'd wake up, fool around, use each other as a toilet, and then finally get out of bed. They'd gone back to saving just a bit from their fun to mix into their meals, finding it harder to eat anything that didn't taste like complete shit nowadays. They had to shower both before and after the gym now, unable to leave the apartment given the state their bodies were usually in, but they considered it a necessary evil. During their workouts, they remained focused, but as soon as they were done anything went.

Despite still being in the gym after working out, one morning Connor kept poking Owen in the shoulder, their secret code for letting the other know that they really had to go to the bathroom when they were in public. The fox kept trying to tell him to hold it, but he knew the wolf really had to go. Somehow, the canines managed to make it to the end of their session, and practically ran to the locker room. It wasn't the first time they'd dashed off to the back, and certainly wouldn't be the last. Once they were out of obvious sight, the wolf immediately dropped his shorts, where Owen took his position against Connor's ass.

As he pressed his lips against the hole to muffle the oncoming flatulence, Owen sighed. As disgusting, abnormal, and repulsive as what he was doing was, he couldn't help but think to himself how lucky he was at the same time. The wolf's shit rocketed onto his tongue and straight down his throat, and the fox hungrily sucked it down. He smiled a bit to himself, knowing the wolf would do the same for him at a moment's notice. He couldn't have imagined a more perfect relationship if he tried.

Up above, Connor was thinking much along the same lines. Sure, he could have run to the bathroom down the hall, but both he and Owen would have been disappointed with that. They'd not used a toilet that wasn't their boyfriend in over a year at this point, and had no intentions of going back on that. Connor finished up quickly, blasting the last log into Owen's muzzle, mind stuck on how much better a fox tongue felt than toilet paper back there. He pulled his shorts back up as soon as he could, and Owen got back onto his feet almost immediately after.

As the two canines stood and faced each other, they both smiled. Wordlessly, they leaned in for a kiss, with Connor quickly tasting his own cooking before they pulled apart. They knew what to do from here, Owen would keep his mouth shut to keep the stench from getting out, and they'd hurry back upstairs as soon as possible to get another fuck in before work. Before they could pack up their stuff, however, Connor broke the kiss and looked into Owen's eyes.

"I love you," he said softly.

"I love you too," the fox whispered in return, grabbing the wolf's paw and leading him back into the main area of the locker room. While the upcoming fuck was the immediate highlight for them, their true happiness came from knowing they'd spend the rest of their lives together as they pleased.