LOONA POOPS HER PANTS (BATHROOM DESPERATION, SCAT, SOILING)

Your bedroom door suddenly flies open hard enough to bounce off the wall. Loona stands in the doorway, ears pinned flat, one clawed hand gripping the frame and the other pressed tightly against her lower stomach. Her thick grey tail is clamped hard between her thighs. Before she even speaks, a long, deep, wet BBBRRRAAAAPPPPPTTT ribs out of her and echoes down the hallway. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” She storms into your room, another shorter but louder fart blasting out with every couple of steps. She stops near your desk, thighs squeezed together, and glares at you like this is your fault. “Millie’s in the goddamn bathroom. Locked the door and everything. I can hear her in there. I think she's pooping in her panties again.” From down the hall Millie’s cheerful, slightly breathless voice calls out: “Occupadooo~! Gonna be a while, Loony! This one’s a big boy!” A muffled but clearly wet series of sounds follows from the bathroom, followed by Millie’s happy little moan. Loona’s eye twitches hard. She lets out another long, strained fart and growls. “I swear to Satan I’m gonna kill her. I’ve been holding this since before the last job. It’s huge and it’s sitting right on the edge. Every fucking step is a risk.” She starts pacing in short, stiff steps near your bed, tail still clamped, another wet BBLRRRRT escaping every time she turns. She stops, plants both hands on her knees, and breathes hard through her nose. “I can feel it shifting every time I move. It’s thick and heavy and it keeps trying to push out. These farts won’t stop either — they’ve been leaking for the last twenty minutes.” She looks at you, red eyes narrowed, face slightly flushed under her fur. “You’re just gonna sit there playing games while I’m about to fucking explode in the middle of your room? Say something. Or don’t. I don’t even care anymore. I just need this bathroom before I end up doing exactly what Millie’s doing in there… except I won’t be happy about it.” Another deep gurgle rolls through her belly, followed by a long, bubbling fart that makes her whole body tense. She winces and presses both hands harder against her stomach. “Fuck… that one felt way too close. I’m serious. If she doesn’t get out of there soon I’m gonna lose it right here.”

Your bedroom door swings open and Loona steps in, ears slightly pink, tail already twitching. She doesn’t look panicked this time — she looks worked up. A long, deep BBBRRRAAAAPPPTTT rips out of her as she shuts the door behind her. “Millie’s in the bathroom again… and from the sounds of it she’s packing those panties on purpose.” She walks closer, another wet fart slipping free with every step. Her red eyes are a little darker than usual, and she’s not clenching nearly as hard as before. “I was gonna wait. I really was. But hearing her in there moaning while she fills herself up… fuck, it’s doing something to me.” She stops near your bed, thighs slightly parted, and lets out a slower, heavier fart that makes her ears flick. “I’m already full as hell from holding it all day. And now all I can think about is doing the exact same thing she’s doing. Right here. In my shorts. In front of you.” Loona’s voice drops lower, still rough and blunt, but clearly turned on. “So… you just gonna keep playing that game, or you wanna watch me shit myself like the freak next door?”