[Furry Scat Story] A new challenge

A handsome busty vixen lawyer was waiting in a large courtroom, sitting next to her client at the table. She was dressed in a classic black and white custom outfit to fit her tail, a suit considered priceless. Today’s case was her biggest one yet, a class action lawsuit threatening a small local company for harm. Still, it was something that should be solved quick and simply, easy money for the vixen that estimated their opponents wouldn’t go too far in their position. It was now time to stand up and defend the cause.

When she left her chair, a growl came from her bowels. Immobile, looking at her belly, she said to herself “No big deal, I can hold it”. During her speech though she felt pressure and cramps slowly building in her stomach, producing a lot of small sounds and movement in there. A few minutes later when it was the opponents turn, needing some relief, she let out a fart. Bad surprise, hot brown liquid squirted in her white underwear. Shocked, she remained silent for a couple of seconds realizing what just happened, the smell slowly reaching her nose. She haven’t had diarrhea in almost a decade, nor even clearly remembered the last time she soiled herself, buried somewhere in her childhood. The poor vixen had seemingly forgot everything, how it was like and how to deal with a such thing.

Completely unfocused, she tried her best to get back to her point, speaking faster while losing her ideas as she was bloating. After she had said everything that the feeling of her sticky underwear against her anus, the muscle tension to keep her explosive diarrhea inside plus the strange look of her client hadn’t took away from her mind, she asked for a brief recess. The judge granted it and put in place a 20 minute break, great news for the lawyer who sighed in relief, but she had to be quick.

The vixen grabbed her stuff and rapidly walked to the nearest bathroom in an awkward way, trying not to let her anus touch her soiled underwear and even loosened her belt on the way. She knew she was really sick and did not have much time left to make it. She turned the corner and started running when she saw the women’s restroom at the end of the corridor. At the moment her paw touched the doorknob, the vixen realized with a second bitter surprise that it was locked for maintenance. The sign was right there on the floor, but she didn’t even noticed it until now that she was wriggling in place. Physically and Psychologically unable of holding it anymore, she meep as a strong wave of diarrhea loudly exploded in her underwear, and desperately pulled her pants down hoping to somewhat prevent damage to her suit.

Forcing again as much as she could to hold the rest of her runny poop in, she awkwardly walked with her pants down and heavily soiled underwear dripping down her legs on to the nearest trash can. She managed to slowly sit on it, gently pulled her soiled underwear and shook it for the few solid pieces to fall in the trash can, and then relaxed her muscles, letting the rest of the liquid poop flow out of her anus. The relief was wonderful, but the vixen had to be quick if she didn’t wanted to be surprised by people in the corridor. She could already hear footsteps reaching the corner and she wasn’t about to be done, as liquid poop was still uncontrollably flowing and squirting off her back. People was about to turn the corner then the women’s bathroom door unlocked from the inside. She made an effort again to stop the flow then put her messy underwear and pants back on, making her wince at the moment her lukewarm sticky underwear touched her butt again. She ran for the bathroom, her formerly white underwear still leaking down her legs.

In fact, too much have been leaking down her feet and she slipped on it. Time froze. She fell on the floor, hands first, her belongings going everywhere. Her belly hit the floor and she helplessly squirted again, diarrhea flowing from her back to her crotch, making another puddle on the floor. She just stood there, exhausted, and fell in tears silently. People passed by the vixen lawyer whispering comments to each other, and her sensitive ears got everything.

“eew!”
“Looks like someone is having a bad time”
“hey look out someone shit on the floor”
“Is she the lawyer?”

So much stuff passed in his mind. How could this day be saved? What would happen with her career? This is the kind of stuff that could destroy a reputation in pieces. But it’s not how life was meant to be. This was humiliating, but she had passed through even worse stuff in her life. Becoming a lawyer was about succeeding challenges, and in some way, this was one.

She heard more people coming in the corridor so she stood up, took her belongings then ran into the restrooms to the first available stall. Exhausted, she removed her strong smelling pants and underwear and sighed as she finally sat on an actual toilet. The worst was over, but the need to go and the cramps were still there. The vixen looked at her ruined panties with despair before putting them down in the small trash can beside the toilet. Even if she should have, shame was keeping her from asking if someone in the bathrooms had some anti-diarrhea medication. The vixen stood on the toilet for a long time, squirting at random. She looked at her watch, realizing the recess ended in a few minutes. In a rush, she pushed the hardest she could to evacuate anything that was left, with poor results, then took great amounts of toilet paper to clean her butt and crotch, then flushed the toilet and tried to do some damage control on her pants using clean water and toilet paper. Time was running out after using everything remaining of the stall’s toilet paper roll. Desperate and without thinking, she opened her briefcase and looked for irrelevant paper she could finish wiping with. The vixen finished the cleanup the best she could, the paper hurting like hell.

She rushed to get back in time in the courtroom, somewhat trying not to tarnish her reputation as a lawyer even in this situation, still unnaturally walking with her anus aching. Now that she removed her underwear, she had to be very careful not to let anything out. It would be a nightmare if a puddle formed at her feet. She already had smelly pants soiled from the inside with a visible stain on the back, and walked so nobody would see it, hiding it with her tail.

The court continued and she sat back to her seat, waiting for her turn to speak. All her focus was on listening to the court, trying to forget what just happened. The biggest part was done, next time the vixen had to speak up was to present the evidence. She reached to her briefcase searching for the papers, but after some time, she became nervous, realizing the evidence was missing. The vixen panicked, remembering what happened when ran out of time in the restrooms. Flooded by stress, she lost all focus and felt the cramping in her bowels painfully strike again. Tears formed in her eyes. It was her final time in the court so she had to improvise in order to save not only this case, but her own reputation.

She slowly stood up, almost sharting, and walked to her spot. This few seconds felt endless to the poor fluffy lady, her bowels cramping like hell, her tired anus holding too much it could handle, Her completely soiled pants and her tail fixed in a position to hide it. She was visibly dying for a toilet, unable of thinking straight. The judge asked her to present the proofs, and the vixen remained silent for couple of seconds, desperately trying to find something to say. The judge figured out something was wrong, as the pose the vixen had with her arms around her belly was very suggestive. The judge asked if she was okay, and, taking a deep breath, the vixen realized it was all or nothing.

A loud splatter sound resonated in the room as she deliberately pushed all the contents of her bowels in her pants, forming the giant puddle she feared earlier. The courtroom became completely silent for almost a minute, seemed endless. She took another deep breath and dried her tears, concentrated to forget her messy bottom, got confident and ready to break the silence.

“I’ve been stupid. I made a huge mistake. I’ve ate at this restaurant in the morning, in order to know my enemy, and this is what happened. The restaurant we’re suing clearly isn’t salubrious, as everyone that ate there lately have been suffering from food poisoning. I am one of these victims. Did you noticed how much people are going in and out of the courtroom? Most of them ate at this restaurant. I couldn’t even make it to the bathroom on time during the recess, I bet this is because people made such a mess in women’s the bathroom that the janitor had to close it! I’ve always had a very strong immune system, so for me to get diarrhea from it, it has to be REALLY bad. How could a restaurant like this have even been running for all this time, have they bribed the health inspectors or what? Sorry I’m not sparing any detail, but this is what’s happening! There’s no need of papers to prove something’s that’s obvious!

Your honour, I’m sorry to get out of the “rules” by improvising a speech like this, but this is the truth. We’re suffering. This has to stop.”

The judge was so astonished of everything that happened in the last minute, speechless, that kept the room into silence even more, everyone waiting for the final verdict.
“Maybe you don’t have any proof on paper, but this is WAY more than enough to me… You win… Case closed. The restaurant has to be closed by tomorrow.”
The knock of the hammer into the room made the fox smile for the first time of the day, and actually feeling relieved for the right reasons.
“Security, please take her to the nearest restrooms, someone calls a janitor and if there is a doctor in the room, I think this lady needs one right now… I’m going home…”
The judge left, exhausted, a big unusual day over for everyone.

***

On the next morning, The vixen was feeling better, but still needed rest after having the runs all night. She got into the living room and gently sat on the couch when she heard news talking about the verdict, hopefully sparing the embarrassing details. Turns out in overall things have went way better as expected, as there was a lot of positive feedback concerning her and people were happy with the outcome.

A few minutes later, telephone rang. New clients were calling.
Her motivation reached its peak again when she realized it. With the worst experiences of all, she had still took advantage and made good out of it. This is why she was fit to be a great lawyer, no matter what.

Fin.

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