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After sneaking into a Nintendo only club and overstuffing on way too much food, Knuckles becomes a contestant of a pooping contest.
Done as a request for
IDMOUSE.
WARNING: CONTAINS FLATULENCE AND SCAT
---
Deep within the world of furries was a secret club that welcomed all of the Nintendo stars without hesitation. Human or not, lizard or bird, every Nintendo character was invited to this club for their own secret raves and leisure activities. Although, sometimes characters from other videogame franchises tried to sneak in, most notably Sonic and his gang. It was actually very simple for them to get inside. The furry bouncer always thought that they were members of the Nintendo franchise and let them right in…when in reality, they were with the Sega crew. After infiltrating the club, Sonic and the gang split up and slowly began to ransack the place, acting rowdy and idiotic because they felt like it. However Knuckles took the opportunity to taste all the Nintendo foods and was sitting at the bar scarfing down all sorts of tasty dishes, most of which from Paper Mario. From Shroom Steaks to Roasted Horsetails, to Peach Tarts and Shroom Choco-Bars, and even Snow Cones and Ink Pasta. If it was food, Knuckles ate it.
Unfortunately, Knuckles ate way too much and all at one time, because the red echidna groaned and fell down onto the couch resting in a little circle with a table in the center. Along in the group were Fox McCloud, Wolf O’Donnell, Leon Powalski, and the green lizard Gex. All of them were groaning and sighing heavily as well, stuffed with all different kinds of food.
“Man…I knew I shouldn’t have eaten all that stew…” moaned Gex.
“Yeah, and all those Hot Shrooms sure are stuffing.” said Fox, patting his stomach.
Wolf didn’t even make a comment about how stuffed he was. He simply leaned over and farted for a long time before sighing with relief. Everyone around the area coughed and began to wave a hand in front of their nostrils.
“Nice one Wolf! Like we really want to get a whiff of your dog farts!” complained Gex.
“Lay off on the farts Wolf! You gotta save ‘em for the poop contest!” said Leon.
“The what?” asked Knuckles.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of the Annual Nintendo Poop Contest?” asked Leon.
“Uh, no.”
“Well, a bunch of us Nintendo furries sometimes eat a really big meal and have a fart or poop rally in the back alley. It’s kinda private; a bunch of those humans like the Mario Bros. don’t like it when we poop indoors so we gotta go outside.”
“Why don’t you just go in the toilet?”
“Where’s the fun in that?!” asked Gex.
“I thought Gex was a Playstation logo?” asked Knuckles.
“Shut up. Two of my games were on the N64.”
Wolf’s stomach growled viciously at him and he groaned loudly and held his belly in pain.
“When’s this poop rally gonna start?! I gotta go now!” panted Wolf.
“Well, it should just be about time, so let’s go!” said Fox.
And so, Leon, Wolf, Gex, Fox, and Knuckles walked out the back door of the club and arrived at the back alley of the building, where three random furries were sitting behind a dumpster like they were the judges for American Idol. But in this case, it would be Poop Idol.
“Okay so now that all of the contestants are here, let’s get on with the Poop Idol!” said the first judge.
“Awesome, now can we please get on with it before I crap my pants!?”
“…I dunno, maybe we should have a Poop-In-Trousers Idol.” said the third judge.
“But we’re not wearing any pants…or underwear.” said Knuckles, pointing to Gex.
“No worries. Just go snag some boxers from the store and—”
“GUYS!!!” shouted Wolf, letting lose a couple of sustained poots.
The judges sighed. “Fine, we’ll just have a normal poop rally. Since you’re so shaky Wolf, how’s about you go first?”
Wolf sighed with relief and stepped into the middle of the alley, ready to release the load within his bowels.
“Make sure you guys got your gasmasks ready cause I’m about to drop a stinker!” said Wolf.
Wolf turned around and pulled down his pants, revealing his hairy gray bottom. Wolf lifted his tail and squatted down, sighing with relief and passing some gas. Then his butt began to shake like it was shivering and the dung began to flow. At first it was just a tiny poot, but a large log of canine poop shot out of his butt hole in a long coil before another huge log. Then he raised his leg a little and farted again before two loud plops fell onto the pile. Wolf finished his defecation by letting out a long shart and sighing contently, pulling his pants back up.
“God that felt good!” said Wolf.
“Seven.”
“Seven.”
“Two.” said the judges.
“What the hell?!!? That was one of the biggest dumps I’ve taken in weeks!”
“It just wasn’t as big as I thought. Compared to how much was in my toilet yesterday—”
“That’s not fair! I had the trots yesterday!”
“So?”
Wolf grumbled angrily to himself and stepped back into the line, resting against the wall.
“NEXT!” shouted the first judge.
Leon quickly rushed into the spotlight and held his stomach, ready to do Number Two in front of the judges. The sly chameleon turned around and pulled down his trousers, wiggling his butt and making his tail erect. Then he began to let out a bunch of silent but deadly farts that traveled smoothly through his rectum. Everyone in the back alley, including the judges themselves veered their heads back and plugged their noses, groaning loudly as Leon blasted a bunch of fetid reptile farts. After he finished, steamy wet chameleon dung plopped on the ground behind him, making loud splashes. It seemed as though Leon had a case of the trots because his poop was a lot more liquid than solid and coiled. Despite Leon’s quick performance, the alley began to reek of his excrement and his pile did have an impact on the judges.
“Seven.”
“Nine.”
“Nine.”
“Hey, what’s with the seven?” asked Leon, pulling up his pants.
“I feel like you tried to season your dung with the smelly gas at the start. The poop itself wasn’t all that much.”
Leon growled and slowly unsheathed a knife from his sleek clothing, just in time for Wolf to stop him.
“Leon it’s okay. You can slit his throat after the contest when the lights go out.”
“Okay.” said Leon, smiling deviously.
“NEXT!”
Now it was Fox’s turn, whose stomach was churning the minute he stepped into the spotlight. He had just finished eating a big platter of chili with jalapeño peppers inside so his bowels had been very active lately.
“Well if I get a two, I bet Fox gets a negative seven.” chuckled Wolf.
“Don’t be mad that you didn’t eat chili before you started!” shouted Fox.
Fox pulled down his pants and squatted down on the pavement, almost planting his rear on the ground. Then he lifted his tail and spread his legs, thinking about waterfalls and farting cows. The furry brown creature relaxed himself and inhaled sharply as the poop began to flow. First it was just a long log of poop that fell on the ground, followed by two more drops. Then Fox farted loudly to lubricate his rectum and another coil of poop plopped behind him, just before he let out a shart. Fox was so relaxed that he decided to empty both exits at once and began to pee onto the wall next to the contestants, who all groaned loudly and shifted to the right.
“Fox that almost hit me!” snarled Wolf.
But Fox was too busy defecating and peeing to care. Not only was he marking the alleyway with his strong urine, but he was leaving a giant “souvenir” for other furries to see. He didn’t even mind the smell of his farts…but the judges sure did!
“WHEW!! I take it you had some strong peppers Fox?” asked the second judge.
Fox finished up and pulled up his pants. “You have no idea…”
“Nine.”
“Ten.”
“Nine.”
“OH THAT IS BULL—”
“NEXT!” shouted the judge, interrupting Wolf.
Gex walked into the spotlight and turned around, getting into his pooping position. Meanwhile, Knuckles was nervously hopping up and down holding his butt cheeks as his stomach churned loudly at him. All that food he ate back in the club was traveling to his bowels and trying to find an exit. Leon was chuckling evilly at him.
“Make sure not to think about waterfalls or smelly bathrooms or horses farting in prune fields or laxatives—”
“Shut uuuuupppp…” moaned Knuckles, letting out a few farts.
“Oh yeah, and try not to think about moving your bowels all over yourself.”
Knuckles whimpered and started to pee right on the ground with his legs shaking, soaking his shoes in the process. He also farted a couple of times and was on the verge of doing what Leon said.
“I think I see a log comin’ out…”
Knuckles punched Leon in the face so hard he hit the wall and slipped into unconsciousness.
“Nobody…talk…” growled the red echidna.
Elsewhere, Gex was busy grunting when a large trail of diarrhea shot out his anus and started to spew everywhere. Gex sighed heavily as the diarrhea began to fall out his butt with no effort at all. Unlike the rest of the contestants, Gex didn’t have to force his crap out and it all just came out on his own.
“Not your best work but you sure did mess up the alley…and it sure does make a stink!”
“Seven.”
“Six.”
“Nine.”
“NEXT!”
Knuckles walked into the spotlight and stopped holding it in. He turned around, squatted, and grunted as hard as he could, spreading his legs and makings fists with his hands.
“Oh, this looks like a big one!” said a judge.
Knuckles prepared for the aftermath, knowing the pile would be huge and smelly. But then…a fart came out. No excrement, no sharts…just a simple fart.
“…That’s it?” asked the first judge.
“Sorry, no prizes are given for farts only. I’m afraid you’re dis—”
Knuckles screamed and his butt exploded with power out of nowhere. Echidna poop began to fly out his butt with great force, in diarrhea and solid form. He was farting in a grotesque manner as more and more poop began to shoot out his butt with great intensity. He was pooping so much that it was squirting on the walls of the alley and was coming out in multiple directions. The pile of poop behind him was slowly growing by inches each and every second. Knuckles was doing nothing but grunting and passing gas, letting his butt do all the work for him. Finally, after a long shart, Knuckles lifted his right leg high and blasted a giant stinky trail of diarrhea right in front of the dumpster the judges were sitting behind, compelling them to duck for cover. Knuckles finished the little extravaganza with a squeaky poot and sighed heavily, standing back up.
“So how’d I do?” asked the echidna.
All the contestants and the judges stared at Knuckles with wide eyes before looking at the alleyway and the entire load of poop on the walls. Not only that, but the load behind Knuckles was actually taller than him. They were all starting to wonder how all the dung was in his bowels in the first place.
“Uh…40.
“40.”
“712.”
“And it looks like we have a winner! Knuckles the echidna!” announced the first judge, handing Knuckles a gold trophy with a pile of gold poo on the top.
“Uh…thanks.”
Knuckles still felt weird about receiving a trophy for something as grotesque as defecating, but hey, free trophy for him! Plus he could gloat to Sonic and his friends at how he had a trophy and they didn’t.
“Hey wait a minute!” shouted Powalski, regaining consciousness.
“What?”
“Knuckles isn’t part of the Nintendo regime! He’s with those Sega bastards uptown!”
Everyone began to crowd Knuckles, growling at him and cracking their knuckles.
“Um…”
Knuckles socked Leon in the face again and jumped over the crowd into the street.
“TOO SLOW BITCHES!!”
Knuckles then proceeded to run away from the group at lightning speed, laughing wildly.
Done as a request for
IDMOUSE.WARNING: CONTAINS FLATULENCE AND SCAT
---
Deep within the world of furries was a secret club that welcomed all of the Nintendo stars without hesitation. Human or not, lizard or bird, every Nintendo character was invited to this club for their own secret raves and leisure activities. Although, sometimes characters from other videogame franchises tried to sneak in, most notably Sonic and his gang. It was actually very simple for them to get inside. The furry bouncer always thought that they were members of the Nintendo franchise and let them right in…when in reality, they were with the Sega crew. After infiltrating the club, Sonic and the gang split up and slowly began to ransack the place, acting rowdy and idiotic because they felt like it. However Knuckles took the opportunity to taste all the Nintendo foods and was sitting at the bar scarfing down all sorts of tasty dishes, most of which from Paper Mario. From Shroom Steaks to Roasted Horsetails, to Peach Tarts and Shroom Choco-Bars, and even Snow Cones and Ink Pasta. If it was food, Knuckles ate it.
Unfortunately, Knuckles ate way too much and all at one time, because the red echidna groaned and fell down onto the couch resting in a little circle with a table in the center. Along in the group were Fox McCloud, Wolf O’Donnell, Leon Powalski, and the green lizard Gex. All of them were groaning and sighing heavily as well, stuffed with all different kinds of food.
“Man…I knew I shouldn’t have eaten all that stew…” moaned Gex.
“Yeah, and all those Hot Shrooms sure are stuffing.” said Fox, patting his stomach.
Wolf didn’t even make a comment about how stuffed he was. He simply leaned over and farted for a long time before sighing with relief. Everyone around the area coughed and began to wave a hand in front of their nostrils.
“Nice one Wolf! Like we really want to get a whiff of your dog farts!” complained Gex.
“Lay off on the farts Wolf! You gotta save ‘em for the poop contest!” said Leon.
“The what?” asked Knuckles.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of the Annual Nintendo Poop Contest?” asked Leon.
“Uh, no.”
“Well, a bunch of us Nintendo furries sometimes eat a really big meal and have a fart or poop rally in the back alley. It’s kinda private; a bunch of those humans like the Mario Bros. don’t like it when we poop indoors so we gotta go outside.”
“Why don’t you just go in the toilet?”
“Where’s the fun in that?!” asked Gex.
“I thought Gex was a Playstation logo?” asked Knuckles.
“Shut up. Two of my games were on the N64.”
Wolf’s stomach growled viciously at him and he groaned loudly and held his belly in pain.
“When’s this poop rally gonna start?! I gotta go now!” panted Wolf.
“Well, it should just be about time, so let’s go!” said Fox.
And so, Leon, Wolf, Gex, Fox, and Knuckles walked out the back door of the club and arrived at the back alley of the building, where three random furries were sitting behind a dumpster like they were the judges for American Idol. But in this case, it would be Poop Idol.
“Okay so now that all of the contestants are here, let’s get on with the Poop Idol!” said the first judge.
“Awesome, now can we please get on with it before I crap my pants!?”
“…I dunno, maybe we should have a Poop-In-Trousers Idol.” said the third judge.
“But we’re not wearing any pants…or underwear.” said Knuckles, pointing to Gex.
“No worries. Just go snag some boxers from the store and—”
“GUYS!!!” shouted Wolf, letting lose a couple of sustained poots.
The judges sighed. “Fine, we’ll just have a normal poop rally. Since you’re so shaky Wolf, how’s about you go first?”
Wolf sighed with relief and stepped into the middle of the alley, ready to release the load within his bowels.
“Make sure you guys got your gasmasks ready cause I’m about to drop a stinker!” said Wolf.
Wolf turned around and pulled down his pants, revealing his hairy gray bottom. Wolf lifted his tail and squatted down, sighing with relief and passing some gas. Then his butt began to shake like it was shivering and the dung began to flow. At first it was just a tiny poot, but a large log of canine poop shot out of his butt hole in a long coil before another huge log. Then he raised his leg a little and farted again before two loud plops fell onto the pile. Wolf finished his defecation by letting out a long shart and sighing contently, pulling his pants back up.
“God that felt good!” said Wolf.
“Seven.”
“Seven.”
“Two.” said the judges.
“What the hell?!!? That was one of the biggest dumps I’ve taken in weeks!”
“It just wasn’t as big as I thought. Compared to how much was in my toilet yesterday—”
“That’s not fair! I had the trots yesterday!”
“So?”
Wolf grumbled angrily to himself and stepped back into the line, resting against the wall.
“NEXT!” shouted the first judge.
Leon quickly rushed into the spotlight and held his stomach, ready to do Number Two in front of the judges. The sly chameleon turned around and pulled down his trousers, wiggling his butt and making his tail erect. Then he began to let out a bunch of silent but deadly farts that traveled smoothly through his rectum. Everyone in the back alley, including the judges themselves veered their heads back and plugged their noses, groaning loudly as Leon blasted a bunch of fetid reptile farts. After he finished, steamy wet chameleon dung plopped on the ground behind him, making loud splashes. It seemed as though Leon had a case of the trots because his poop was a lot more liquid than solid and coiled. Despite Leon’s quick performance, the alley began to reek of his excrement and his pile did have an impact on the judges.
“Seven.”
“Nine.”
“Nine.”
“Hey, what’s with the seven?” asked Leon, pulling up his pants.
“I feel like you tried to season your dung with the smelly gas at the start. The poop itself wasn’t all that much.”
Leon growled and slowly unsheathed a knife from his sleek clothing, just in time for Wolf to stop him.
“Leon it’s okay. You can slit his throat after the contest when the lights go out.”
“Okay.” said Leon, smiling deviously.
“NEXT!”
Now it was Fox’s turn, whose stomach was churning the minute he stepped into the spotlight. He had just finished eating a big platter of chili with jalapeño peppers inside so his bowels had been very active lately.
“Well if I get a two, I bet Fox gets a negative seven.” chuckled Wolf.
“Don’t be mad that you didn’t eat chili before you started!” shouted Fox.
Fox pulled down his pants and squatted down on the pavement, almost planting his rear on the ground. Then he lifted his tail and spread his legs, thinking about waterfalls and farting cows. The furry brown creature relaxed himself and inhaled sharply as the poop began to flow. First it was just a long log of poop that fell on the ground, followed by two more drops. Then Fox farted loudly to lubricate his rectum and another coil of poop plopped behind him, just before he let out a shart. Fox was so relaxed that he decided to empty both exits at once and began to pee onto the wall next to the contestants, who all groaned loudly and shifted to the right.
“Fox that almost hit me!” snarled Wolf.
But Fox was too busy defecating and peeing to care. Not only was he marking the alleyway with his strong urine, but he was leaving a giant “souvenir” for other furries to see. He didn’t even mind the smell of his farts…but the judges sure did!
“WHEW!! I take it you had some strong peppers Fox?” asked the second judge.
Fox finished up and pulled up his pants. “You have no idea…”
“Nine.”
“Ten.”
“Nine.”
“OH THAT IS BULL—”
“NEXT!” shouted the judge, interrupting Wolf.
Gex walked into the spotlight and turned around, getting into his pooping position. Meanwhile, Knuckles was nervously hopping up and down holding his butt cheeks as his stomach churned loudly at him. All that food he ate back in the club was traveling to his bowels and trying to find an exit. Leon was chuckling evilly at him.
“Make sure not to think about waterfalls or smelly bathrooms or horses farting in prune fields or laxatives—”
“Shut uuuuupppp…” moaned Knuckles, letting out a few farts.
“Oh yeah, and try not to think about moving your bowels all over yourself.”
Knuckles whimpered and started to pee right on the ground with his legs shaking, soaking his shoes in the process. He also farted a couple of times and was on the verge of doing what Leon said.
“I think I see a log comin’ out…”
Knuckles punched Leon in the face so hard he hit the wall and slipped into unconsciousness.
“Nobody…talk…” growled the red echidna.
Elsewhere, Gex was busy grunting when a large trail of diarrhea shot out his anus and started to spew everywhere. Gex sighed heavily as the diarrhea began to fall out his butt with no effort at all. Unlike the rest of the contestants, Gex didn’t have to force his crap out and it all just came out on his own.
“Not your best work but you sure did mess up the alley…and it sure does make a stink!”
“Seven.”
“Six.”
“Nine.”
“NEXT!”
Knuckles walked into the spotlight and stopped holding it in. He turned around, squatted, and grunted as hard as he could, spreading his legs and makings fists with his hands.
“Oh, this looks like a big one!” said a judge.
Knuckles prepared for the aftermath, knowing the pile would be huge and smelly. But then…a fart came out. No excrement, no sharts…just a simple fart.
“…That’s it?” asked the first judge.
“Sorry, no prizes are given for farts only. I’m afraid you’re dis—”
Knuckles screamed and his butt exploded with power out of nowhere. Echidna poop began to fly out his butt with great force, in diarrhea and solid form. He was farting in a grotesque manner as more and more poop began to shoot out his butt with great intensity. He was pooping so much that it was squirting on the walls of the alley and was coming out in multiple directions. The pile of poop behind him was slowly growing by inches each and every second. Knuckles was doing nothing but grunting and passing gas, letting his butt do all the work for him. Finally, after a long shart, Knuckles lifted his right leg high and blasted a giant stinky trail of diarrhea right in front of the dumpster the judges were sitting behind, compelling them to duck for cover. Knuckles finished the little extravaganza with a squeaky poot and sighed heavily, standing back up.
“So how’d I do?” asked the echidna.
All the contestants and the judges stared at Knuckles with wide eyes before looking at the alleyway and the entire load of poop on the walls. Not only that, but the load behind Knuckles was actually taller than him. They were all starting to wonder how all the dung was in his bowels in the first place.
“Uh…40.
“40.”
“712.”
“And it looks like we have a winner! Knuckles the echidna!” announced the first judge, handing Knuckles a gold trophy with a pile of gold poo on the top.
“Uh…thanks.”
Knuckles still felt weird about receiving a trophy for something as grotesque as defecating, but hey, free trophy for him! Plus he could gloat to Sonic and his friends at how he had a trophy and they didn’t.
“Hey wait a minute!” shouted Powalski, regaining consciousness.
“What?”
“Knuckles isn’t part of the Nintendo regime! He’s with those Sega bastards uptown!”
Everyone began to crowd Knuckles, growling at him and cracking their knuckles.
“Um…”
Knuckles socked Leon in the face again and jumped over the crowd into the street.
“TOO SLOW BITCHES!!”
Knuckles then proceeded to run away from the group at lightning speed, laughing wildly.
Category Story / Fetish Other
Species Unspecified / Any
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File Size 47 kB
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