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I used to share an apartament with a friend who paid bills for both of us - yet only under one condition: I would never ever leave a mess around for longer than half an hour.
Some time has passed when - unexpectedly - a dazzling Moltres made its way to the living room through the opened window. Seemingly gusts of strong wind made it too hard for it to defecate in the air without bringing the dirt on itself, so it chose to do so indoors on the first chance it got.
I watched in sheer terror as a growing mound of feces piled across the floor. Having no options of employment, my standard of life has been threatened as I knew that my roommate would force me out. Festering pile of poop was too big however to be cleaned up without spreading material all over the flat, so I had no other option than to drop to my knees and devour excrements faster than they poured out.
It felt so bad, yet with every piece gone into my mouth and down my throat waves of arousal spread across my body. When I was ultimately done, I have reached climax.
I got to keep my place in friends apartament. Moltres stayed with me - for I have become its personal toilet.
THE END.
