[Comm] Ruby's Pancakes: A RWBY Toilet Story, Part 2

“Pass the syrup!”

“Ooh give me some more of that butter!”

Weiss stood in the doorway to the dorm kitchen still dressed in her nightgown. She scratched her head with confusion. Ruby, Blake, and Yang were hungrily digging into a big pile of pancakes dripping with syrup and butter in the center of the table.

“Where did these come from?” Weiss asked.

Yang looked up and swallowed a mouthful of pancake that was filling her cheeks. “Morning! Ruby made them! Come grab a helping!”

Ruby beamed. “And there’s more on the way!”

Weiss frowned, her mouth curling with disdain while looking at the dripping mess of carbs and sugars and fat.

“I think I’m good. Thanks.”

Her stomach, though, rumbled with a sudden roar.

Blushing, Weiss grabbed a plate and started adding pancakes onto it.

“Maybe just a little bit.”

***

Blake, meanwhile, was sitting in the Beacon library. She was slouched over her table, lazily thumbing through a book when suddenly her back straightened. Her hair stood up for a second. Her stomach gurgled. A pressure was building, twitching and moving through her guts, reaching her small peachy cheeks sitting on the wooden chair.

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A pungent, warm cloud of fart rose up around her. Blake spun her head around the library. Thankfully, no one had noticed.

She returned to her book, but a deep gripping urge grabbed at her stomach, the feeling of fullness, the need for release, overwhelmed her butt with squirming panic.

Blake pushed her chair back quickly and stumbled away from the desk. The library toilet was right around the corner but was certain she needed the privacy of the dorm bathroom to release this load.

***

Yang, meanwhile, was heading back to the dorm from her training session when a gassy gurgling escaped between her cheeks.

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Her buttcheeks in her tight shorts jiggled from the released, rippling air.

A sickening cramping shot from her stomach down, making her weak in the knees and her ass tighten with fear.

“I swear, every time Ruby makes pancakes!” she muttered.

Rushing into the dorm now, trailing sharp spurts of farty air, Yang ran through the door and beelined to the restroom. She slammed the door behind her, tossed her shorts and panties toward the corner, and planted her ass, spread-legged on the bowl.

She leaned against the tank, relaxing, expecting the bowl to fill up any second, for her butt to open and empty its contents and free her, but she was met with electric constipation pain through her guts. Wincing, sweating, she leaned forward and pushed. A trickle of pee sputtered against the bowl, but her butt was immobile. Her rectum felt like it was filled with cement.

“URRrrrggg….” Yang grunted, turning red.

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Dry farts escaped out of her ass, finally, followed by the smallest, driest nugget that plopped unsatisfyingly into the bowl.

***

Blake power walked down the halls, growing more and more desperate, trying her hardest not to squirm with every step. She turned the corner and in that moment felt a hard prodding at her asshole. Her butt, stuffed to the brim was beginning to overflow, and the nugget of the long log filling her rectum was poking out like a turtle head. Blake clenched up, leaning her hips forward. Her asshole, her cheeks, trembled, determined to stop the tiny tail between her cheeks from widening even further.

“Oh my God, you look like a penguin!”

Blake, red-faced, froze in her awkward, clenched waddling, and her lips twisted together.

Nora was leaning in the doorway to her dorm rooms with a big grin on her face. Blake shot her a look filled with daggers and she covered her mouth.

“Sh-shut up!” Blake stammered. Her guts gurgled threateningly.

Nora giggled. “It’s not your fault! Ruby’s pancakes always go right through!”

With a groan she rubbed her own stomach.

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She farted, a belching fart of wet air that made her skirt flip up.

“Oh, I’m going to be on the pot for a while!” Nora laughed.

Blake’s guts twisted with the sudden smell of fart filling the hallway. She took off at a much faster waddle, sweat starting to form across her forehead. The echoing laughter of Nora from the JNPR dorm followed her down the hall. Blake tried to ignore her, instead focusing on clenching up her butt and not letting the pointed tail of the turd poking through her asshole escape.

***

“UrrrggHHH... Come ON!” Yang grunted. It felt like spiky, rocky balls were grinding together within her poor ass.

The door burst open in the middle of her sensitive, desperate plea and Blake filled the doorway, clutching at her stomach. A blushing Yang realized that she forgot to lock the door. Or her legs, which left nothing to the imagination, her hairy, pee-slick pussy, every inch of her flexing thighs, the suspended crescents of her buttcheeks, her tense and twitching asshole.

“EEe!” with a yelp, Yang covered her crotch with her hands.

Blake stood momentarily stunned, both by Yang’s bottomlessness and the smell of her farts that had been filling the tiny one-toilet bathroom.

“Sorry! Sorry, I-” her panicked apologies were cut off by the slimy slithering of shit within her ass and the wrestling and prodding of the turd lodged in her hole against her panties.

A woman possessed - her hands were already going to the waistband of her shorts.

“MAKE ROOM!” she commanded, her voice cracking with desperation. She slammed the door shut and locked it.

“Wait, wha-” was all Yang could get out before Blake turned around, bent over, and dropped her shorts and panties to her ankles, sticking her pale moon completely in Yang’s face.

Her warm cheeks descended, falling into Yang’s lap. As soon as her ass touched down, it exploded. Her asshole stretched open and a wet, slorping log rushed out of her in a farty blast.

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Her cheeks jiggled against Yang’s lap with each popping, bursting fart.

“OUuhhh fuckkkk,” Blake moaned, her relief getting the better of her modesty.

The trapped Yang was blushing, burning bright red all over as the half-naked, smaller woman used her as a toilet seat, the warm rotten farts from her ass exploding onto her crotch and rising up to her face. She reached behind her and flushed the toilet bowl several times, worried that Blake would destroy the pipes completely with her onslaught.

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“Oh, damn that was a thick one,” Blake grunted, bending forward and pushing, using her ass muscles to rocket missiles of shit through Yang’s trembling, pink blushing legs and into the bowl. Nervous, Yang could only release a few tiny turds from her clenching ass.

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Blake’s farting ass finally could only release gas, and she gasped, fanning herself.

Yang tapped her shoulder, and Blake turned as if made aware of the other girl’s presence under her butt for the first time.

“Sorry Yang,” she said softly, looking away.

Yang chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. This sort of thing always happens when Ruby makes her special pancakes. She’s probably somewhere on campus destroying her own toilet.”

Blake smirked. “Ruby should learn how to make pancakes from Ren.”

A sudden rustling at the locked door made them both freeze in fear.

“O-occupied,” Blake stammered, shaking. Yang’s whole body tensed up and her ass shuddered and gripped the shit within it in pain.

Silence.

“...Are you going to be long?” the voice, Weiss, asked the door while knocking on it with firm knuckles thumping against the wood.

“weiss must be facing her own colon catastrophe,” Blake whispered, turning to Yang, who was very, very pale, trembling, and sweating. Beneath her, her sore, constipated ass finally released.

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Horrific, three-inch-wide logs burst out of her ass, thudding against the water with their rocky weight.

“OOOUGGHHHHH,” Yang moaned, screamed really, her own shit violating her as it punched its way out of her stretching her ass, but with the pain came relief. Her eyes watered. With each crackling turd and splattering of slimy diarrhea, she felt lighter, relief spreading through her spasming guts.

The diarrhea especially burned her tender asshole, but not as much as the packed up, balls of shit that were buried deep within her colon. Whimpering, Yang instinctively grabbed onto Blake for support. Blake jerked at the sudden contact, one of Yang’s strong arms coiling around her still sensitive belly while the other gripped her thigh.

Her belly tingling with nervousness and strange excitement at the gripping muscles hugging her, Blake was filled with the growing, pressing need to shit again. She shifted in Yang’s grip, rubbing her warm ass against Yang’s lap as clouds of shit enveloped them.

“Ouhhlll…” Yang whimpered, lips trembling as much as her shitting, shaking cheeks. She lifted herself up onto to her tiptoes while sitting, pressing all of her body into Blake’s back, her face onto Blake’s shoulder as she gripped her and pushed with all her might. With splashed against the now muddy, practically full bowl, three black balls of turds fell out of Yang’s pushing, distended hole, each in quick succession.

The plopping, the fiery rotten stench was too much, and Blake curled up in Yang’s arms, ropey diarrhea shit slorping out of her as Blake farted chunks of watery-yellow slime into the toilet bowl from her own ass.

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They were both gasping and moaning and whimpering, a strange entangle of arms and butts and thighs and sweaty hair and shitting, sore holes. Until, finally, their butts both stopped, only able to release soft farts into the devastated toilet bowl beneath them.

“F-finally…” Yang gasped.

Blake’s eyes were darting around. She didn’t know where to put her hands without touching Yang.

“That was rough…” was all she could say.

The two half-naked women untangled from each other on the toilet seat and stood up. Both their asscracks were caked with inhuman amounts of shit, and they hurried to wipe it off before it dripped down their legs. Yang was wincing as she ran her toilet paper covered hand across her sore asshole. They turned away from each other to avoid eye contact.

“I’m concerned about what Ruby puts in those things,” Blake said.

“I’m concerned about Weiss,” Yang remarked. “She did not sound like she was having a good time.”

Fully wiped and covering her crotch for modesty, Blake looked at the toilet, which was clogged to the brim with their combined shit. She dropped her used toilet paper onto the top of the hell mound of feces.

“How are we going to explain that?” she asked.

Yang dropped her own toilet paper onto the mound.

“Let’s blame Nora and put up an out of order sign,” Yang suggested.

“Agreed,” Blake said, pulling on her bottoms. The seat of her panties was thankfully unstained from when she was turtle-heading earlier.

The restroom door finally opened, and the two embarrassed women awkwardly walked out. Blake and Yang were both blushing and trying not to look at each other.

Blake tugged at the fabric at her top, airing it out. Yang picked at a wedgie she had gotten from being so desperate to tug her clothes back on and get out of the hot, fart-filled bathroom, the stench of which was slowly drifting out and filling the rest of the dorm.

“We, uh, we really did a number on that toilet, didn’t we?” Yang said, trying to break the awkward silence.

Blake shuddered and her hand went to her butt, which was still vaguely warm from sitting on Yang’s lap.

“Let’s never speak of this again,” Blake said.

As soon as she said this, however, Yang’s stomach gurgled violently, and Blake’s ass answered with a hot, spicy fart. Reacting to the new, fresh scent of gas, Yang grabbed at her stomach with panic. Her knees shook. Blake pressed both hands against the seat of her shorts.

“Oh no…” she said.

“Round two?” Yang asked.

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Twin panty-ruining sharts burst out of both girls’ clenching assholes, splattering muddy liquid into the seats of their previously clean panties. They both ran into back into the bathroom. As they struggled in the doorway, the seats of both their shorts became stained as toxic shit leaked through the fabric of their underwear.

Slamming the door behind them, the two grabbed at their drooping shorts and danced on the linoleum. Dribbling, watery shit leaked down their legs.

“WHERE ARE WE SUPPOSED TO GO?!” Yang gasped, looking at the full, ruined toilet.

Blake, however, was immediately tossing her ruined bottoms to the ground and running toward the trashcan in the corner of the room.

“Oh god Ohgod Ohgod,” she gasped, shit running down her legs and buttcheeks. She shoved her ass into the toilet and moaned, a deep guttural moan, destroying the trash can with a roaring splattering of diarrhea.

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“OOouuhhhhh,” Blake moaned, throwing her head back, gripping to the sides of the trash can with tense spider fingers.

Yang, dancing on her toes, saw no other option but to drop her pants and panties to the ground and shove her ass into the sink.

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Her ass practically twerked with the rippling fart Yang squeezed out, she squished her eyes shut to try and force the gurgling, boiling horrors out of her poor butt.

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Shit exploded behind her, black, viscous diarrhea, that splashed up against the side of the sink and splattered all across the lower half of the mirror, a shockwave of feces.

“OOOUUhhhhGGGG!!” Yang gasped. Her eyes crossed. Her ass shook and sputtered, releasing belching explosions of shit into the ruined sink and mirror, a Jackson Pollack of pain and diarrhea.

“YANG!” Blake gasped in disgust. She covered her mouth and nose with her hands, in the process losing her grip on the toilet and falling butt first down into her own warm shit with a SPLAT, her own waste splashing across her butt and pussy and thighs with a sudden, violating discomfort.

“OH NOOoooo!” she wailed.

“I’m-”

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“-Sorry!” Yang panted, interrupted by her exploding asshole.

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The two girls moaned and sobbed and shit, but their butts were far from done.

***

The line finally dissipated, Ruby walked calmly into the women’s restroom. She click-clacked calmly across the linoleum to a stall, opened the door, dropped her panties to her ankles with a soft rustling of her skirt, and daintily set her round but down on the seat.

She hummed softly to herself as her ass opened up and diarrhea streamed out, painting the bowl and coloring the water sewage-brown in an instant with the chunky semi-liquid material. She released a stream of pee, both ends splashing down into the bowl as she relaxed and emptied herself.

The diarrhea was giving way to crackling, more solid chunks covered in rectal slime. Despite the horrors coming out of her hole, Ruby was leaning forward with her head cupped in her hands, completely relaxed.

She would occasionally grunt softly as the turds became more and more solid, pushing and unleashing the full contents of her bowels.

She sighed, the logs released, but the next turd shifted in her ass: a large pinecone shaped turd that filled her rectum at an awkward angle.

“Urrgh…” Ruby grunted, bearing down on the new stubborn log plugging her up and stretching her cheeks apart from the inside.

“RUBY!” Weiss screamed, stomping into the restroom.

Ruby arched an eyebrow.

“I’m in here, Weiss,” she said, trying not to sound annoyed.

The sweating, disheveled, humiliated Weiss peeked under the stalls until she recognized Ruby’s panty-clad shoes.

“You did this to me!” she gasped, yelling at the door. “DO you KNOW what I’ve been through! How much SHIT I’ve been pushing out! The EMBARRASSMENT I’ve suffered! Jaune saw me shitting! I even had to ask him for help! And my favorite panties! RUINED!”

Ruby was half-listening to her rant. Her face was scrunched up as tried to push out the turd, her asshole stretching in and out as she pushed and released with her butt muscles to try and dislodge it.

“Well,” she said. “My pancakes do often have... side effects, but everything always works out in the end. Yang and I have been eating them for years, and we’re okay. I must say, I’m surprised that you’ve finished pooping so soon.”

Weiss’s eyes widened. “What do you mean so… soon…” she felt dizzy. Her stomach cramped up again, her guts seized and twisted with desperation. She grabbed at her stomach, but it was too late.

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Her panty-less ass exploded. Burning diarrhea ruined her skirt , completely staining the inside and flipping it up with the force of her violent bowel movement. Shit splattered across the ground several feet behind her, a brown slimy stream of burning feces.

“Never mind,” Ruby quietly remarked to herself.

Weiss didn’t hear her; she clutched at her skirt around her waist, looking over her shoulder at her shit covered, desperate, naked, trembling asscheeks. Her gut spasming again and she doubled over while stumbling into the stall next to Ruby.

“AAUHHggggHH!!” Weiss screamed. She shoved her slimy ass onto the seat, almost slipping off, spread her legs and pushed.

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“OOUgghhhhWWHHHYYY” Weiss screamed, her sobs piercing through the stalls. Her ass, her sore hole, was a creature with a mind of its own, shitting non-stop into the bowl, filling it with monstrous ropey turds and diarrhea.

Ruby sighed and rubbed her ears. “You should have used the dorm toilet if you were going to be this… vocal,” she muttered.

Beneath her, her stubborn turd finally dropped into the bowl with a gentle PLOP.

Ruby rubbed her stomach, which still felt full and constipated. In the stall next to her, Weiss was wailing and whimpering, spraying shit into the bowl like a splattering firehose, her skinny seated legs dancing and skittering across the linoleum, while her ruined skirt dripped shit onto the floor.

Ruby sighed. “I think we’re going to be here a while.”