Plop.

The Poo That Was Scared of Water.

I could feel it coming. He was squeezing. He was trying hard.

"You're constipated!" I screamed, clinging onto the sides of the tube inside his anus. Obviously, he couldn't hear me. He never did. He just kept squeezing me out and making me go through the torture of the death-bowl he, very unfittingly, named a "toilet", once more. It happened every day. He simply insisted on consuming me once more and going through the process over and over. I think they call it a 'toilet fetish'.

The tip of my body was poking out, the anal ring stretching wide in order to force me out and I could hear straining noises coming from between his gritted teeth.

"YOU'RE CONSTIPATED, YOU IDIOT!" I yelled, struggling to hold on, but I could feel myself slipping, lubricated by his internal bodily fluids.

"Here I go," I sighed, preparing myself for the worst, realising that I couldn't hold on any longer. I was about half-way out now, forcing his anus unbearably wide. Suddenly I felt it. I was splashed with blood, obviously from the strain of his constipation that he was forcing himself out of.

I heard a rumble as a squelch sounded, indicating that he was trying so hard that he had passed gas. Wet gas.

I cringed as the putrid smell surrounded me, forcing itself out along with me. He must have eaten eggs earlier. Possibly sprouts as well.

I wriggled around a little, tired of the tension. I could easily cling on to the side of the death-bowl and try to pull myself up. Maybe. I was about three quarters of the way out of his anus now, and his anal ring was attempting to penetrate my mouth. I wriggled my legs, trying to hurry the process up before I got an eyeful of anus.

And then... I slipped.

Screaming and kicking, I sailed down into the deep white horrors of the death bowl. As I passed one of the holes on the edge that water comes out of, I saw this as my last hope. I reached out and hooked a brown, handless, slippery arm around the hole and stopped myself from falling. I was safe... for now.

The arse above me was wiggling, obviously trying to get every last bit of me out of him, and then I saw the white paper rub against it, wiping the rest of my leftovers away. It dropped into the toilet, floating peacefully past me, and was quickly absorbed when it landed in the evil water.

This is why I was afraid of the water. It swept you away, stole your identity. Forced you to die.

The bum cheeks above me suddenly lifted away from the seat, allowing the light to penetrate the inside of the toilet bowl and almost blinding me. But he didn't pull his pants up like he usually did. Instead, he turned his body to reveal a large, long thing. It appeared to be mutated. It was a slightly darker colour than the rest of his body, and appeared to be wearing a hat. Maybe it was a different coloured and strangely shaped poo that wore clothes. As I was watching it dangle, I wondered if it were possible to pull its hat off. It looked nice, and maybe it would protect me from the dreadful water.

"Um, excuse me, could I borrow your hat?" I asked politely, but there was no reply. The hat was very stylish, nice and round, of a strange purple-ish shade. But then I noticed a hole in the end, and realised there was no way it could protect me from the water. The water would get through there. I sighed and looked away, until I heard the tinkle of water raining down like a waterfall and looked back up to see a strange liquid being released from the hole in its hat. It appeared to be yellowish in colour, raining down on me and splashing me. It smelled strange, unusual... but it wasn't a necessarily bad smell. I liked it. I turned my face up towards it in order to allow the strange liquid pour onto my face and down my body. It was nicer than water. Moisturising.

"Me gusta," I grinned, rubbing the liquid all over me with the arm that wasn't hooked around the hole that was keeping me from plunging into the dreaded water. I glanced downwards and noticed that the yellow liquid had dyed the toilet water in its strange, yellowish colour.

Interesting.

Suddenly I heard a loud roar, filling my ears, almost bursting my eardrums. It was coming. Water gushed from the hole I was trying so desperately to cling on to, and I let out a shrill scream, unable to hold on any longer. The rough stream of water dragged me down with it, splashing me, filling every hole in my body. I was flown down as I attempted to cling to the edge of the bowl.

Suddenly, I caught! I managed to cling on! I screamed in victory, but it was soon stopped short by the water filling my lungs. All I had to do was hold on until the water flow was over. It was coming to an end. The flushing never lasted long.

And, just like that, it stopped.

"Phew," I sighed, daring to let go. I was floating in the now clear water, gently bobbing on the surface.

"Hey, this isn't so bad," I murmured, splashing about a little. I could get used to this.

I watched as he lifted his pants and trousers and buckled his belt, expecting him to walk away so I could stay here forever, splashing and enjoying myself. But it was not to be.

He reached down, slowly, his fingers closing in a fist around me, and I was pulled from the peaceful water. I was raised, raised, raised...

And then he lifted me to his mouth and sunk his teeth in.

By Lily :D