"N-not quite yet!" Liz grinned uneasily. "I need to visit the little skunkette's room."
Morgan looked over to the portable toilets with a judging grin. "Those things? Really? They're gross."
Liz waddled off towards one. "Desperate times, desperate measures and all that." She laughed awkwardly as she hopped into one of the boxes and slammed the door.
The smell of chemicals and waste hit her immediately. She always tried to avoid using portable toilets when she could, but there weren't many other options now. The moment she locked the door her butt just let loose its tight hold, a very loud, very raspy toot rumbling thickly into the seat of her tight jeans, getting denser and bubblier as if assaulted her trousers for a good ten to fifteen seconds. She grimaced and sighed in a mixture of pain and relief, leaning against the door of the toilet and stretching herself out.
"God... I needed that.." Liz sighed breathlessly, sitting down onto the seat, but not removing her pants.
She sat with her arms resting on her legs, letting out little blasts of gas into the hole, hearing it echo around the box below the toilet seat itself.
The skunk began to feel an immense sense of relief as the farts emptied the pressure in her gut; with each muffled blart into the depths of the toilet below, she felt more and more comfortable.
Liz remembered hearing her cousin tell her once that they knew someone who'd used a portable toilet and realised a snake was living down in the waste collection area below the seat.
If there was any kind of animal hiding down there, judging by how bad her farts smelt today, Liz doubted it'd still be alive.
After five minutes spent letting out sporadic farts, Liz decided she felt just about comfortable enough to go and rejoin Morgan again.
The skunk took a nice, deep sniff of her ripe product; her farts were especially eggy today, but then again she'd be hard pressed to find a day when they weren't eggy.
Liz had effectively stunk up the entire enclosed space of the toilet, which made her smirk a little.
She got up to leave, letting loose a final bubbler of a fart before unlocking the door and stepping outside again.
Morgan smiled as the two rejoined. "You survived then." She said sarcastically.
"Just about." Liz answered just as sarcastically.
The girls continued walking, heading towards the pond they began making small talk.
"How are you liking Anthro city so far then, Liz?"
"It's alright. Very noisy."
Morgan nodded in agreement. "Cities usually are, but I've kinda lived here my whole life, so I'm used to it."
The pond wasn't as exciting as Morgan had made it out to be, it was more of a puddle than a pond, but Liz and Morgan sat beside it nonetheless.
Liz wasn't sure about things still. It had been a real struggle to hold her gas in earlier, and the idea of having to do that every day hardly seemed appealing to her. Sooner or later Morgan would need to find out about Liz's little condition, and Liz was starting to realise that it would be better if it were sooner.
She was hardly a shy skunk; far from it, and Morgan seemed cool. Surely she'd understand it... Wouldn't she?
Liz cleared her throat, causing Morgan to look over. She could tell by the look in the fox's eyes that she knew Liz was about to get real.
It was time Morgan found out about Liz's gas...
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