"And that's why rabbits don't have paw pads," Fluttershy said. She fell silent as the classroom was filled with the sounds of pencils on paper. She had a pretty good feeling for when they'd be done taking notes and ready for her to continue. Teaching was just a matter of rhythm, really. Just as she breathed in to speak again, however, she felt a pressure relieve itself from her posterior before she could hold it in.
It was loud enough for all the students to hear, and she immediately blushed.
"Oh!" she said as the suddenness of it snuck up on her and startled her. "I'm so sorry, everycreature. Please excuse me."
Most of the class laughed, making Fluttershy feel rather self conscious.
Sitting near the front, Gallus laughed too, but his was a nervous and forced laugh.
He really hoped nocreature noticed the pink tip of his penis peeking out from its sheath, despite shifting himself about to try his best to keep it in.
"Okay, class, that's enough," Fluttershy said. "Let's move on, now. So, bunnies, just like every other creature, need plenty of love and attention, not just food and shelter."
Gallus focused his attention on note taking, and it worked fine for a few seconds.
Until the smell hit him.
Fluttershy's stinky fart attacked his nostrils with unexpected force, and his initial reaction was to sniff harder, feeding more of it into him.
Keep it together, he thought as panic rose in him nearly as fast as his now-stiff member.
In desperation, he scooted his butt back and leaned forward, trying to hide his erection from his classmates and teacher.
The smell didn't go away, however, and he writhed in his chair as his cock throbbed against his bellyfur.
He strained and whimpered, pressing his quill to his notebook paper.
His lungs were empty, now, needing air, and starting to burn. Trying to not draw attention to himself, he attempted to breathe through his mouth, but a trickle of the surrounding air still came in through his nostrils, tickling at his defenses.
The tip of the quill snapped against the paper as he convulsed, giving in and breathing deeply of the cloud of stink. His shaft throbbed and began to shoot hot jets of his seed against his own belly and onto the classroom floor. Shame and terror gripped his heart even as he continued to cum, incapable of stopping himself.
Fluttershy was staring, wide-eyed, at him. Her eyes wandered down and shot back up, and Gallus knew she had seen what he had just done.
"Actually, class," Fluttershy said as soon as she composed herself, "let's have an early break."
The students, mostly unaware of what had happened, cheerfully rose from their seats and headed out the door.
Silverstream, sitting to his right, had apparently missed it and was out of the room quickly. Ocellus, however, sitting on his left, had seen everything, and she was slow to get up.
Gallus wanted to crawl under a rock and die. His gaze was directed down at his notebook, but he could feel Fluttershy's eyes burning into him like powerful magic laser beams.
There was a soft clop clop clop coming from Ocellus. A quick glance revealed that she was clapping.
"Ocellus," Fluttershy said, "please go take a break with the rest of the class and don't mention what happened here, okay?"
"Oh… okay, Professor," the changeling replied. As she stood up and walked past him, she whispered under her breath, just loud enough for him to catch it. "I just wanna say, that was impressive."
What? Gallus thought. His attention returned to Professor Fluttershy when she cleared her throat.
"Gallus," she began gently, "what happened?"
"I'm so sorry!" he blurted out. "I didn't mean to! It just… happened!"
To his surprise, she nodded. "I know. I saw you trying to hold back. If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine, but I need to know if this will be a problem in the future."
"I…" Gallus said. He felt awful for disrupting the class. "I'd rather not… um… talk about it."
Fluttershy nodded. "Would you like to talk to Counselor Starlight? As long as you're okay and we can keep it from happening in class again, it'll be okay."
"I… okay. I'm so sorry for--"
Holding up a hoof, she interjected. "Ah, ah, ah. There's nothing to be ashamed of. It's totally natural, and I know Starlight can help you control it. Why don't you clean yourself off and talk to her right now? I'll take care of this here."
Gallus nodded and wordlessly wiped himself down, blushing as he left the classroom.
The scent of his teacher's ass followed him, lingering in his mind. If he hadn't just cum, he'd already be hard again.
On the way to Starlight's office, he saw Silverstream and Ocellus talking in hushed whispers. Oh no, he thought, they're already gossiping.
As he approached, ready to pass by them while pretending he didn't notice them, Silverstream saw him coming and suddenly ran off. Ocellus didn't seem too bothered by this, however, and she smiled and waved at him.
"Hey!" she said.
Gallus cleared his throat and looked away, not sure what to say.
"I've never seen any changelings do that without, y'know, touching it. I didn't know griffons could! That was really cool," she said.
"Huh?" Gallus asked, shaking his head. "I didn't mean to… I mean, it wasn't on purpose."
"Wow, that's even hotter--er, cooler, I mean." Ocellus giggled nervously. "Could you do it on purpose?"
"Ocellus!"
"Sorry! Sorry. I'll stop asking. You, um, you alright?"
Gallus sighed. "Yeah. I'm about to ask Counselor Starlight if she has some kind of spell for this sort of thing so I don't do it in class anymore."
"Oh," Ocellus said, not even trying to hide the disappointment in her voice. Then, she brightened up. "What if you don't need a spell?"
"What do you mean?"
"What if you just need to find the right… outlet?"
"Outlet?"
"Yeah. You know, like how Professor Pinkie Pie takes breaks during class to rub one out."
"Wait, she does what now?"
"Oh, right, I forget not everyone can sense this sort of thing."
Gallus grimaced. "Look. I'm not gonna ask the professors for breaks to claw off during class. Besides, it just kind of… happened."
Ocellus paused and thought for a moment. "Well, how about you head back to the dorm rooms first and take a shower before you talk to Counselor Starlight?"
"Okay..." he replied. Something about her suggestion struck him as odd. It wasn't the suggestion itself, as he could feel the fur on his belly still matted with semen, but the way she said it like she wasn't telling him the full story.
It was a quick trip to his room, where he grabbed a towel and headed out to the communal bathrooms to shower. As soon as he opened the door, a rancid scent hit him like a brick wall. It was enticing; vile yet inviting, almost cloying. With nocreature around to see or judge him, he breathed deeply, drinking it in like a sommelier tasting a fine wine. When he exhaled, the stench was very potent on the way out as well, and he could nearly taste it.
His barbed griffonhood stood stiffly at attention once more.
This was far stronger than Fluttershy's had been.
But who could have done this? Before he could play detective, a feminine voice lilted from one of the bathroom stalls.
"Who's there?" it asked. Gallus knew, then, who it belonged to.
"Hey, Silverstream. Just me. Gallus. Gonna take a quick shower. I, uh, spilled some...thing. On myself." He mentally winced at his not-so-smooth excuse.
"Oh-ho-kaaay," she replied in her cute singsong way.
He kept his beak shut and breathed through his nostrils. Was that really coming from Silverstream? It was so potent. And everywhere. He half expected to see the paint bubbling and peeling off from the walls. Any other student would have turned green and fled the bathroom immediately upon entering.
As he entered the shower stall and turned on the hot water, the steam mixed with Silverstream's scent, diluting it a bit and making it more mild and relaxing to his senses. He let his claw wander down to his stiff member, working it slowly as he basked in the miasma from his friend's ass.
As he picked up his pace, he shuddered as he inhaled more sharply, trying to keep quiet so that Silverstream wouldn't hear him while also stifling so much pent up excitement. He panted, inhaling nasally and exhaling from his beak, as his climax drew near.
A sound, loud enough to be heard over the shower but quiet enough that it was difficult to identify, reached his ears. It sounded like a gasp or groan coming from Silverstream. Or a moan perhaps? Then, a cacophony of bowels emptying violently into the school's toilet.
Gallus's eyes widened at what he heard. The downpour of shit was absolutely torrential, plopping into the water like griffons diving into a river during fishing season. Between the solids, there were impressive volumes of gas, playing through Silverstream's ass like air from a balloon. And it kept going. Much longer than he expected. Longer than should be possible.
The toilet's water eventually got covered up, and he could tell because the hard bits stopped making splashing sounds, instead making wet plap-plap-plaps against the rising mountain of poop.
And the smell. Gallus thought he was going to faint from a lack of oxygen, but it was not quite so hazardous as it seemed. He could feel it, sinking into his fur and feathers, where it would cling until he washed it out.
By the time Silverstream was done, he could only imagine what her stall looked like.
He looked down at the drain.
Thick gobs of griffoncum clung to the floor and metal grille over the drain, threatening to clog it.
When did I…? he thought. He didn't remember cumming, but his claw was sticky with seed, and he could feel that post-orgasm sensitivity setting in. Was I really that distracted by her?
Silverstream flushed the toilet. Then again. And again. Apparently, it hadn't clogged, but it took several more flushes before she eventually left Gallus alone in the bathroom.
He finished his shower, cleaning off the semen, but he wasn't sure he would be able to leave without smelling like Silverstream's ass, as it still lingered thickly in the air.
That didn't bother him, though, as he kind of liked the idea.
As he wrapped his towel around himself and left the bathroom, he didn't pay any attention to a totally innocent-looking pile of dirty towels. Nor did he realize that they hadn't been there when he had come in. Once he was gone, a pair of blue eyes appeared in the middle of the pile.
And then, there was a quick flash of blue fire.
Gallus was anxious. Eyes down, he idly watched his claws click against the stone floor as he walked. Normally, he'd fly, but his mind was too distracted, and he'd crashed into other fliers enough to have learned his lesson.
He had fairly thick skin and usually didn't mind what others thought of him, but Counselor Starlight had a bit of a judgmental streak sometimes. How much could he tell her? Definitely not everything. But even telling her the bare minimum might be difficult.
Yeah, just gonna need you to cast a spell on my balls or something so I don't cum uncontrollably in class, he thought. It sure didn't sound like a conversation either of them would enjoy, and the awkwardness was already almost palpable.
He was on a soft rug now, and he dug his claws lightly into the material, pulling at it enough to produce a satisfying feeling of small strands ripping without causing visible damage. It helped ease his mind a bit.
Starlight's office was close.
The first thing Gallus saw was that the sign on her door was flipped over to "In Session -- Please Wait." He sighed and curled up on a nearby cushion, using a blanket to make it into a little nest.
He rested, then, going over possible scenarios with Starlight in his mind and thinking of ways he could word his problem without sounding like he was playing a joke on her.
When the door opened, he heard a cheerful "Byyyeee, Counselor Starlight!" and was surprised to see Silverstream leaving the office.
"Hey, Silverstream," Gallus said nonchalantly.
She made eye contact with him, and she stopped in her tracks.
"Gallus!" she said, adopting a very forced smile. "What are you, um… I mean… gotta go, see ya!"
He called after her as she ran off, but she pretended not to hear, and was around the corner and gone.
"Next!" Starlight shouted from her office.
Just as Gallus began to stand up, he got a noseful of Silverstream's stink emanating from her.
How did I not notice it before? he wondered, looking longingly at the corner she had disappeared beyond. He imagined a green trail floating behind her, marking where she had walked.
"Anypony out there?" Starlight called. "Er, I mean, anycreature. Hello? Gallus, I can see you."
"Oh!" Gallus said. On a whim, he made a decision. "Yeah. Never mind!"
"Can you flip the sign..." Starlight tried to ask, but her voice was already too far away to hear as Gallus hurried after Silverstream.
Swiveling his head back and forth like a dog's wagging tail, he sniffed the air and followed his nose. With class still in session, the halls were empty, and despite the school having excellent air flow, the trail was as easy to follow as a line drawn on the ground. It was potent. Heavy, like thick raincloud, but concentrated to where she had been.
And in the end, Gallus was brought to…
"The bathroom?" he asked aloud. Hadn't she just gone? This one was one of the school's public bathrooms, and wasn't equipped with showers.
He nudged at the door with his face, easing it open until the same smell hit him, making his eyes sting.
There was loud coughing and retching, and then Sandbar came around the privacy partition, making Gallus move back.
"Eck! Blagh! Gallus?" Sandbar said as he exited, gulping lungfuls of fresh air. "Don't go in there! I don't know who it was, but somecreature just came in and totally blew it up. Agh, Celestia, I can taste it on my tongue."
"Oh, okay," Gallus said. "I'll just, uh, wait, then."
The door opened again, and Yona stepped out, looking disheveled. "Why Sandbar run out in middle of--" she said, noticing Gallus. "Er, in middle of… traditional Yak… bathroom… ceremony?"
"Could you not smell that?" Sandbar asked her.
"Smell what?" she replied.
"Only the nastiest dump in Equestria."
"Yaks have best noses. Yona not smell anything. Pony just making things up."
"Never mind. Let's just, uh… get back to class," Sandbar said.
Gallus waited for them to disappear around a corner before venturing into the bathroom. Once more, his nose was blessed with the toxic aroma of hippogriff ass. He shuddered deeply.
"Is someone there?" Silverstream asked.
Crowfeathers! She must have heard the door, Gallus thought. I might need to sneak out.
"Gallus?" she asked, a bit quieter and with a tinge of hopefulness in the one word.
He froze.
"Gallus, if it's you, I just need to… talk to you about… something," she said.
He was sure he had been caught, and that she was none too pleased.
"Y-yeah, it's me," he said. "I'm sorry for--"
"Gallus!" Silverstream cried, and he heard her fumbling with a lock on her stall as he fought the urge to flee. Eventually, she made it out. "Gallus!"
Silverstream hugged him, and he squawked in surprise, too stunned to return the hug.
"You came!" she said.
His eyes widened for a moment before he realized she had meant the normal kind of 'came'.
"Oh, yeah, sure did," he said awkwardly.
"And it really doesn't bother you? The, uh… this?"
"I don't know what you mean," he said not very convincingly.
"My poops!" she said.
"Oh, pffsh, no. Griffonstone was way worse. The whole city smelled like this all the time. You get used to it."
"And when you came in class..."
He smacked his face with a claw. "Oh no. You saw that?"
"Well, duh! I was sitting right next to you. Ocellus and me both."
"Yeah… Speaking of Ocellus, has she been acting strange?" he asked, hoping to steer the conversation to a more comfortable topic.
"Nope! She was telling me about how she could feel how horny Professor Fluttershy's fart made you, and then how you clawed off in the shower after she sent us both to the same bathroom, and--"
"She saw that?! She wasn't even… I mean… where did she… gah!"
"--so then Counselor Starlight said 'Maybe you should invite him into the bathroom with you,' and she didn't even know that Ocellus was already kind of setting that up, so I just came here and left something for you to follow if you wanted, and now here you are!"
Gallus once more found himself wrapped in a hug.
"So… you're not mad?" he asked.
"Mad?! Why would I be mad? I can't believe you actually like my poops enough to claw off to them! That is, like… so amazing!"
"Whoa. Really?"
Silverstream nodded excitedly. "And that was just a small one, too!"
Gallus gulped. "No way. You're joking, right? Are you joking? You must be joking."
Silverstream just laughed and dragged him toward the stall she had been occupying. She pointed at the toilet, and his jaw dropped. The mound of shit was level with the seat.
"No way," he repeated.
"I know! Isn't it great?"
"Y-yeah."
"I've never met anygriff--or, I mean anycreature--wait, does anygriff work for you too, or just hippogriffs? Anyway, I've never met anygriff who I could share this with! They all just ran away. Or flew. Or swam. I wonder if there's, like, some kind of pooping contest somewhere, because I think I'd be pretty good at that. What about you? Could I win a gold medal for pooping, or what?"
"How?" he said simply.
"Well, I'd just do my best, and--"
"No, no, no, I mean how does so much come out?"
"I dunno!" she said as if that was the most exciting thing she had said so far.
"It's impressive."
"Juuust impressive?" she asked, nudging him with an elbow.
"Uh, and hot."
"Ghee!" she squeed. "Wanna cum on it?"
"What?"
"Cum on it! You know, cum on it." She indicated the full toilet.
"Sweet merciless Grover, yes."
Gallus stepped toward the porcelain bowl as if it were a priceless relic on a pedestal. Needless to say, he was already stiff as a wooden pole. His claw wandered down and traced across his length, drawing a small groan from him.
He leaned over it and looked down. It was like mud. Thick clumps stuck together, half-melted into each other by gravity. The toilet's water wasn't even visible, with the pile's edges almost up to the rim. He was entranced by it.
The aroma coming off of it hit him in waves, battering his senses with brutal relentlessness. He was clutching his cock forcefully, and had to consciously ease his grip lest he tear it off.
"You like the smell, huh?" Silverstream asked, startling him. He nodded mechanically. "Wanna smell it from even closer?" He nodded again and moved forward to press his face closer, but she stopped him with a claw on his back.
"No, I mean even closer," she said, wiggling her ass.
Gallus just whimpered.
"I'll take that as a yeee-ees," Silverstream sang and leapt up on the stall's partition, hanging over it on her chest and claws. She spread her hind legs so that her asshole was just at head height next to the toilet.
Wow, it's huge, he thought distantly. I bet I could fit my whole head in there.
Stepping over the toilet so that his cock was suspended above the bowl and his face was mere inches away from the ass of his deep desire, he clawed off slowly as he move his beak as close as he dared before sniffing.
He took just a small whiff at first, savoring it like it was his final meal. But even the finest Canterlot cuisine couldn't compare in his mind, because no pony food could ever be quite so intoxicatingly pungent. Another little sniff, a playful invitation of more with a stronger focus on noticing the details. It was sharp and heavy, but also told its own little story of what it once was and the journey it had made through his friend's body. And though he didn't speak its language to know what it was saying, he indulged in its story all the same.
A larger inhale, about a quarter of his lung capacity, and his hind legs shook. His claw slid across his member in a needy rhythm, playing a tune to reflect the one in his heart.
He exhaled, sighing vocally, and Silverstream giggled, an angelic song directly from her heart. Her voice was really quite beautiful, much like her filthy anus.
Gallus pressed forward more, his eyes closed now, and he felt his beak brush up against the rim of her ass. Feeling more confident, he inserted it inside.
The stimulation was a shock, and Silverstream's "Oh!" was so distant that he didn't even hear it. Here he was, right at the source.
He breathed in, inhaling from his very core, and he was infused with her ass and her shit so pervasively that it was going to become a permanent part of him. It was in his blood. In his veins. It permeated him on every level and in every conceptual way. He had achieved some form of higher enlightenment.
Gallus came harder than he ever had in his life, then. His balls could only hold so much, but his orgasm wrenched every last drop from them. A thick layer of his seed coated the rancid pile of poo beneath him, a white crown atop the queen of all shits.
He nearly fainted from the mix of exertion and sensory overload, but he remained standing on wobbly legs.
Silverstream climbed down.
"Wow," she said, panting. "That's amazing."
She reached a claw forward and pressed the lever to flush.
The toilet filled with some water, but nothing happened.
"Wuh," Gallus said, not yet conscious enough to muster any real words.
"Ah, dang it. I hate it when this happens," Silverstream said. She paused. "Okay, I actually don't, because I get to see the school plumber again!"
"Pluh?" Gallus asked.
"Discord! Toilet's clogged!" Silverstream shouted, making Gallus jump.
One magic flash later, Discord appeared, holding a plunger. "Ugh, not again!" he said. "I swear you do this on purpose, Silverstream. Every day."
She laughed. "Aww, come on, you love the chaos of it."
Discord threw his arms up. "Of course I do! Which is why I hate cleaning it up! I'd much rather leave it as it is!"
"But then you couldn't be the school's plumber!"
"You make a fair point," Discord said, sighing. He inserted the handle of the plunger into the toilet and turned the rubber plunger part like it was a valve. There was some kind of whirring noise, like a spinning blender, and the mountain of poo receded downward.
The toilet finished flushing normally.
"Thanks again, Discord!" Silverstream said with her usual giant smile.
"Yeah, yeah. See you tomorrow."
Then, he was gone.
Gallus's head was clear enough for normal thoughts by now, and he realized he still needed to see Starlight. After a second, however, he remembered why he was going to see her. He glanced at Silverstream's rump and took in a lungful of the still-reeking air.
Nah, he thought, I think I have a pretty good outlet for that now.
Above the toilet, now functional and clean thanks to Discord's magic, there was a vent. Inside the vent, a light blue changeling lay sleeping, more full of love than she had ever been before.
