Silverstream's Toilet Troubles

It had been a few hours since Silverstream had wet herself. She was sitting with a few other hippogriffs, having a picnic. All of them were in wet pants, shorts, or dresses as well, so Silverstream was sure what had happened to her was natural. She had not changed or rinsed herself off since her accident.

As they were talking, Silverstream felt a pressure that seemed to be inside her butt. She wondered what this could be. Was it also part of being a hippogriff?

When the pressure reached its peak, Silverstream let out a loud fart. FFFFFRRRRRT!

The other hippogriffs looked at Silverstream. She merely giggled, feeling no shame. In fact, she thought it sounded funny. Then she sniffed the air around her. "What's that smell?"

"That would be you," said a female hippogriff. "I did the same thing about half an hour ago, and it came with a smell just like this."

Silverstream was feeling the pressure again. "You don't mind if I do it again, do you?"

"Go ahead," said the hippogriff.

Silverstream let loose with a flurry of wet farts. Soon her farts grew wetter and stinkier.

"I should probably warn you," said a male hippogriff. "When they sound like that, is usually means you're about to-"

PPPPBBBBBLLLRRRRRRT!

Silverstream's eyes went wide as she farted too hard and made a big mess in her wet shorts. And it smelled even more foul than her farts. She could handle her shorts being wet, but them being messy like this was very unpleasant. "I'll be right back," she said. She flew to the bottom of Mount Aris, and dumped the mess out of her shorts. She noticed similar lumps of the same substance laying around and came to the conclusion other hippogriffs had done this as well. Her shorts were still dirty but the mess was out of them at least, so she returned to the other hippogriffs and continued the picnic like nothing had happened.