"Okay, hold on a second. Gorg, I need you to--"
Gorg responded by farting loudly and dropping two large lumps of ogre dung in the latrine. You scream loudly and start to kick the door furiously before he hikes up his leg and farts again. The gas smelled horrific and it was seeping into your corneas and burning your eyes.
"DAMNIT GORG!!!"
Gorg chuckles and passes some more gas, farting so much you heard something crack and thought it was the wooden latrine.
"WHOO!!! Now that's a big stink!"
You groan once you hear loud splashing and deep, but loud flatulence and realize he was releasing his load with no hesitation. You plug your nose and start to whine.
"What are you moaning about? You should be glad I'm not pooping all over your face like last time!"
"That wasn't funny then and it's not funny now! Please don't bring up that fetid story again!!"
Gorg let out a quick poot before sighing and relaxing himself on the latrine. He patted his stomach and began to release the contents from the other end, urinating heavily into the hole. The smelly ogre giggled and sighed as the pee trickled down, adding a musky smell into the air.
"Okay...okay, at least you're done now. Compared to your farts, I don't mind the smell of urine that much."
"Good."
Gorg squirted out a few more drops of yellow pee before he stopped completely and was finished using the bathroom.
"You done?"
"Yep!"
"Good. Now help me get this door open!"
Gorg's stomach growled loudly. "Wait a tick..."
Gorg grunted loudly with fists made and his eyes shut and raucous splashing and farting was heard. The green ogre was farting at an intense rate and poop was falling out his stinky ass at a fast rate. You scream loudly again and start kicking and punching the door to try and get free, but nothing was working.
"Sorry John!! You're just gonna have to sleep in here tonight!"
You yelp and stare at the ogre, shortly before he defecates again and rips a huge, trumpet-echoing fart.
"Hey, I think that's my corn dog!"
Gorg stuck his hand into the latrine and took out the digested, poop-infested corn dog and shook off some of the poop.
"You still want it?"
You scream and wail incessantly.
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