Latrine
I wrote this three years ago, finished it, never felt confident in posting it, realized nobody gives a shit about the quality of cheap smut. Enjoy.
But if you know me IRL... honestly, just don't read this. Or anything else I write. You'll like me better if you don't.
As Rena arrived for her shift she saw the fixture was vacant already, and frowned. She was right on time, or a little late, for her 10 AM shift. That meant she wouldn't have time for her stretching exercises she'd started doing before work. She sighed and trudged onward to her post. The green-scaled quadruped dragoness stepped up to the array of shackles, padded benches and polished-aluminum mirrors arranged in the park toilet area, stepping into the designated locations, each padded metal cuff snapping shut automatically as her paw came to rest on the respective engagement switch. Her tail was already shackled to the strap around her midsection and the position of the leg restraints forced her rump up into the air with an upward angle, so once the four leg shackles were in place she simply laid down on the padded seats and dropped her head into the headrest, letting the collar snap shut around her neck. The latrine fixture was fairly comfortable, considering what it was, but eight hour shifts left her stiff if she didn't stretch after waking up in the morning. The price she paid for wasting time before work.
The first couple hours of the day were uneventful as always for Rena. She watched the children playing at the playground center a short distance away, the part of the park that dominated her vision each day. She doubted it was an accident that latrine attendants were treated to this pleasant scene each day. Short of some kind of entertainment center - which would surely interfere with her toilet functions - this was about the nicest thing she could expect to tide her through early-morning boredom. Certainly better than watching the skateboarders do the same tricks day after day or the bums drink and pass out, though she still had to listen to the drunken rabble of all of the above.
As noon rolled around she heard her first "client" of the day approach. She looked over to the mirror to her left, which reflected the image from the mirror behind and to her left that showed a view of her exposed hindquarters, green-scaled vaginal lips and the tiny scales demarcating her tailhole. She couldn't see the person yet... ah, there he was.
A wolf, the same one she had every morning. Maybe a businessman passing through the park on his way to lunch, judging from the suit, or maybe just a fan of her services in particular. He stepped up to her rear, unzipped his slacks and pulled out his cock. He was not badly endowed, certainly not for a canine of his size, though even with his sizable knot he was still nowhere near the largest shaft she took on a daily basis. He stepped up onto the concrete stool behind her, slipped his cock into her vaginal slit and started to relieve himself. The warmth of his piss filling her vagina was always a welcome start to chilly mornings, and today was no exception. He must have had a venti this morning, because he filled her nearly halfway.
When he was done he simply pulled out, stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped up before walking off, presumably on his usual route. He was there every day like clockwork, always just to piss, never spoke. He was always a good way to start the day, at least. Latrine duty was obviously a stressful and frequently just plain disagreeable job, but there were a few things she enjoyed. One thing was the feeling of hot urine sloshing around inside of her, lapping against her cervix or dripping over her clit. Rena rocked her hips slowly, the tiny bit of movement she was afforded just enough to keep the liquid sloshing gently from side to side. She started to hum to herself, contemplating what was ahead that day when another client approached.
Another wolf, but this time he backed up to her, stepping onto the higher stool as he pulled his pants down. Her first bowel movement of the day, very early this time. The wolf raised his tail and pressed his tailhole tightly against her loose, gaping anal vent, stretched and elastic after months of pre-employment training followed by a few years of daily service. Despite the looseness of her hole, Rena could still feel his firm feces as he passed them into her, her empty rectum swallowing the solid waste. When he was finished the wolf simply pulled his pants up and left.
The next client had apparently been waiting already, and stepped up to the stools as soon as the wolf left. This time it was a rat, wearing no clothes. Probably a student, she speculated, dress codes never applied to them. He also turned around and backed up to her, but he stepped onto the lower stool, whipping his thin, furless tail into the air and pressing his pink pucker against her pussy. Rena stifled a gasp as he started to defecate into her, balls of dry shit filling her vaginal canal quickly and making the load of urine inside of her slosh out onto the ground, but replacing the feeling of warm liquid with one of warm, filling firmness. As he finished he drug his tailhole across her scales to wipe off any trailing remnants and trotted away.
Half an hour passed before her next client approached, a bird of some kind. Maybe a crow. He raised his tailfeathers, pressed his cloaca against her tailhole and shot a load of white paste into her intestines that drizzled down her scales and across her pussy, dripping onto her clit and burning slightly. Rena grunted quietly at the pain, but said nothing. A little pain was part of the job, and the crow had left already, his toilet lasting maybe two seconds. Immediately after his departure a group of three lizards approached, all apparently needing to relieve themselves at once. The first stepped up to her rear, pressed his vent against her tailhole and pumped a substantial load of semisolid waste, much like the crows, into her rectum. Her belly rumbled as the load of acidic waste settled into her gut, irritating her intestinal lining.
Meanwhile the second of the bunch had stepped up to her muzzle and raised his tail, pressing his cloacal slit against her snout. As his friend pumped his feces into her rear his slit didn't twitch, and Rena knew he didn't quite need to go yet and would need a little help. The dragoness opened her mouth and slipped her tongue out, licking at the outside of the scaled slit and then sliding her tongue inside, flicking up and down until she felt a convulsion. Pulling her tongue out of the reptiles cloaca, Rena opened her muzzle wide just in time for the lizard to void himself into her mouth, the load of shit small but still extremely foul. The bitter taste and acidic burn attacked her tongue but she swallowed nonetheless, her gag reflex and response to nausea completely eliminated after this long a service period.
As the two reptiles finished defecating into her and stepped back, the third took his place at her rear. Rena studied the image in the mirror and saw that he had more traditional male genitals, a stiff grey cock protruding from a slit in his crotch. With the position Rena was bound in to keep her from spilling the waste that was deposited into her orifices he was too short to reach even her vagina comfortably, so the little lizard took the only hole he could reach. He stood as tall as he could and slipped his cock over her clitoris and into her urethra, pushing deep inside and releasing his bladder. Rena groaned quietly at the penetration into her tightest, most rarely-used orifice, then again as she felt her bladder swelling with his cool urine. Soon he was done and he pulled out of her, hopped off the stool and left with his friends.
An hour passed uneventfully. At one thirty Rena heard a clop-clop-clop moving through the park, and as she listened the sound grew closer, then moved behind her. As she watched in the mirror a human appeared, followed by the rear end of a quadrupedal horse which he guided backwards until the creatures rump bumped against hers. The horses owner lifted the beasts tail and urged it a little further back until Rena felt its fat, puffy anus pressing against her stretched and leaking sphincter.
The human patted the horses ass twice, and a moment later Rena felt a sudden pressure against her tailhole, followed by an incredible rush of sensation as the animals intestines started to push an enormous tube of feces at least three inches thick into her, pounds and pounds of horseshit simply flowing through her loose and ragged tailhole, through her rectum and into her colon, her belly quickly bulging as the enormous load of shit packed into her lower intestine. From experience she knew the waste was soft, almost pudding-like, but it was full of something gritty that made her entire tailhole sting slightly as it slid past the ring of weak muscle. Fortunately her lack of tightness and her protective outer scales reduced the sting to just a tiny pinch in her inner anus, and she was used to much worse.
She heard a pattering noise which turned into the sound of a stream of liquid striking the earth as the horse voided his bladder onto the ground. The flow of feces still didn't stop for a full minute, and by that time the bulge in her abdomen was plainly visible, her colon packed nearly to bursting from end to end. Rena moaned quietly to herself and rocked her hips from side to side, flexing her diaphragm and hoping some of the waste would be soft enough to work its way up into her small intestine and provide some relief from the pressure. Groaning noises emanated from her abdomen as the mess moved further up into her gut.
The horse stepped away as it finished emptying its bowels, the last of its feces plopping onto the ground behind the big dragoness. She watched curiously in the mirror as its owner produced a huge shoulder-length latex glove, rolled it onto his arm, made a fist and then drove it into her anus, pushing the load of horseshit further up inside her so that none could dribble out. He pulled his arm out of her rear with a slurp, snapped the glove off, balled it up and pushed it into her pussy. Rena frowned at this, but said nothing. She wasn't supposed to be used as a general waste receptacle, though this blurred the rules enough that she chose not to comment. The horse and owner disappeared into the park.
The next few hours passed with no real excitement. Different creatures came and went, filled every hole in her body with all kinds of multi-species mess. A couple drunk reptiles vomited into her pussy, which burned briefly before it was diluted by the next users urine. The sky darkened as the day wound on and the park streetlamps flickered into life. Finally as she was coming up on the final hour of her shift, she got another everyday visitor.
The darkness and awkward viewing angles made it hard to see him approach until he was right behind her, but she knew exactly who it was as soon as she saw his grey fur. "Hi Jacob!" she called as the raccoon stepped up behind her.
She saw the raccoon smile as he waved at her in the mirror. "Hello yourself, dragon lady. Have a good day? Got much for me?"
Rena smiled back and replied, "Oh, it was fine. And boy, do I." She wriggled her hips suggestively, but Jacob needed no urging. Already he had his muzzle pressed tight against her tailhole, licking around the filthy rim of the stretched and used hole, tasting samples of the flavors inside her. Rena bore down and immediately feces started to flow from her hole, not impeded by a sphincter with any stopping power, filling the coons mouth quickly and pouring out over his face. He squealed happily as the larger-than-usual load pushed into his mouth and started gulping it down as fast as he could, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of mixed shit, some lumpy and almost dry, some near-fluid. As he fed on the blend of waste coming from her intestines he pushed a paw into her pussy, rooting around for a good lump of solid feces, ears perking up in surprise as he pulls out the horseshit-coated latex glove.
Not missing a beat Jacob slipped the glove over his stiff cock and started to stroke himself with the messy mixture of vomit, shit, piss and avian slice from her filthy vagina inside it. He pulled back and gasped for air several times as he ate her load and worked his cock furiously, soon shooting a huge load of raccoon cum into the glove. He slapped her rear to indicate he was finished and pulled his muzzle away from her hole, licking his snout clean as he pulled the cum-filled glove from his cock with a wet slurp and pushed it back into her pussy.
"Thanks, Rena!" he said simply, waving goodbye at her in the mirror before jogging away, his muzzle fur still absolutely coated in muck. Rena smiled and relaxed as he disappeared, knowing he was probably her last customer of the day. She hung in her bonds for a while longer, counting off the minutes she estimated until end of shift. As she reached the two minute mark the cuffs around her limbs and neck snapped open and she immediately got to her feet, stretching every way she knew how. As soon as her muscles were workable again the big dragoness set off for home, where she looked forward to a long, productive sit on the toilet and a nice hot shower.