Ruby's Pancakes: A RWBY Toilet Story

Weiss Schnee looked out the classroom window. To everyone else I the class, it looked like an ordinary day for the aloof ice queen of the school, but someone paying close attention might have noticed her eyes moving around in subtle nervous jerks, the micro movements of her butt against the seat, and the slight dampness forming on her forehead, hidden by her bangs.

Earlier that morning Weiss and her teammates had Ruby’s specially-made pancakes for breakfast, and now those soft and fluffy pancakes were having their revenge on Weiss’s poor, trembling guts. Her fingernails tapped on her desk. Her colon was squirming, twisting, with the building, quaking urge that was slowly overtaking her mind and spreading dangerous pressure from her stomach to her clenching butt cheeks.

The class was dismissed, and Weiss stumbled upward, moving a little to quickly, a little too jittery, resisting the urge to bulldoze her way through the classmates crowding the way through the door ahead of her. A nasty fart slipped out of her butt. It was toxic from the building sewage in her rectum. The other classmates made disgusted faces, but thankfully they didn’t know where the smell came from in the crowded class, and Weiss was already on her way out through the door and into the hall.

Weiss powerwalked through the halls on her white boots, past the public restrooms and on her way to the dorms. She couldn’t bear the thought of emptying her butt in the semipublic space, where the noises could interrupt her alone time, her special time with just her, her butt, and the toilet. Weiss was incredibly poo-shy, and the dorm toilets would hopefully offer more privacy.

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A noxious fart cloud escaped from her butt and with such force that it lifted her skirt slightly. The gagging, rotten stench followed the sweating, increasingly desperate young woman as she walked faster and faster.

Entering her team’s dorm building, Weiss beeline to the bathroom and wrenched at the handle. The handle rattled, but it didn’t open. Locked.

“o-occupied!” a sheepish voice said from behind the door.

Weiss leaned against the doorframe. Release was so very very close. Her butt was sticking out behind her – her back arched – her pert little butt was wiggling slightly with excitement, and the sweat on her skin, running down her forehead and legs was becoming more noticeable. Modesty forgotten, she grabbed at her buttcheeks with her hands to try and stop the fidgeting. Her fingers clenched her buttcheeks through the now wrinkled fabric of her skirt.

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A high-pitched toot squeezed its way out of her squashed little cheeks and her colon screamed with sudden lightning cramps.

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

The belching farting splattering of shit against water and porcelain greeted Weiss’s ears through the door. The sounds were immediately followed by the throaty moans of relief, the moans of complete and shameless abandonment that can only come from emptying one’s ass like a desperate animal.

Weiss pulled away from the door and danced on the balls of her feet, hopping up and down. She bit her lip. The sounds of shitting from behind the door filled her with jealousy and anger. She took a deep breath and pivoted to the doorway to try JNPR’s dorm next door.

Heading into the JNPR’s dorm room, Weiss was immediately greeted by Nora.

“Hiya, Weiss! How’s it going?” Nora said, looking up at Weiss. She gave Weiss a little wave.

Weiss turned her head to the ceiling with disgust.

Nora was sitting on the toilet with the door open. Her skirt and panties were discarded on the ground, and she sat bottomless on the commode. Nora then leaned back forward and pushed.

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Slorping, slopping turds slid out of her and joined the cesspool of shit forming under Nora’s butt.

“OH GEEZ!” Nora sighed. She leaned back on the toilet seat and spread her legs open. “Ruby’s pancakes really get their revenge, huh?” she laughed.

Weiss pinched her nose. Her face was curled in disgust, but the smell was making her guts ache with need. She was dancing, uncontrollably, from foot to foot with her butt stuck out, a very desperate and undignified poo poo dance. Her guts gurgled and shuddered. She grabbed at her stomach and fidgeted on her toes like a wiggling worm.

“get off the toilet!” she gasped.

Nora giggled at Weiss’s desperate request.

“I’m kind of in the middle of something,” she said.

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A slimy nugget fell out of her butt with a rippling fart, and it splashed against the filthy, almost full toilet bowl. Weiss’s hands grabbed at her butt, clenching them tight. She squeezed her eyes shut. The pain in her gut seemed to radiate down to her now weak and wobbling knees.

“ohhh…” Weiss moaned.

“But you could always share my throne with me!” Nora laughed, tapping on the side of the commode.

Weiss opened her eyes and looked down at Nora. Horrified, she immediately looked away again. Nora was flashing Weiss her pussy between her spread open legs. The slick and hairless pussy was dribbling white globs of post-shit discharge into the swirling mess of turds underneath.

“You’re disgusting!” Weiss said, pointing her nose to the sky. She rushed out of the door to find a new toilet.

“Suit yourself!” Nora called after her. She grabbed her knees and leaned forward again, squeezing curving, wide turds out of her opening ass with grunting gasping moans.

***

Weiss was now waddling through the school grounds. Her back was slightly hunched, and sweat was dripping down her face. Her ass was screaming for release, and it was all she could do to hold it in. The squirming shit snake pusshed at her back door for desperate escape. She felt feverish. Her knees knocked together. She couldn’t hold it in for much longer.

She leaned against a wall and could see through bleary eyes that the closest women’s restroom had a long line of more than half a dozen students. At the end of the line was Ruby. Ruby was waiting patiently and seemed completely calm. She was standing upright, graceful, not like the doubled over disaster Weiss was who looked like she was about to violently shit her own panties.

Weiss glared at the back of Ruby’s head. Her teeth ground together.

This is all your fault! You poisoned me, you witch! With your shitty recipes that destroy everyone’s asses every single time! This indignation is all because of you!!!

As if sensing the rage directed at her, Ruby turned to see Weiss standing a little over ten feet away. She gave a little cheerful wave, completely unaware of Weiss’s situation or the burning rage pulsing through her poo-addled brain.

Weiss breathed out, a deep seething huff. She glared at Ruby and her mouth opened readying itself to absolutely chew out Ruby and her questionable cooking skills when suddenly-

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In her rage she sharted herself.

Weiss bit her lip. She grew pale and shaking. Warm liquid shit ran down her buttcheeks and her soft crack. Her dirtied panties clung to her ass. Her asshole trembled, threatening that it would not hold for long. The next release and her panties would be filled with unholy pounds of vile feces. Her stomach rumbled, more sharp electricity sparking and lancing at her guts.

“s-Screw it!” Weiss shouted.

She ran past Ruby, past the other women waiting in the line – with all of their heads turning to follow her – and she sprinted right at the men’s room and dove through the door.

“h-HEY!” Jaune stuttered at one of the urinals. He leaned forward protectively into the urinal to try and protect his dick from the feminine invader, but Weiss completely ignored him. She rushed right into the nearest open stall. Shaking with excitement, she hiked up her skirt, yanked her shit-painted panties to her ankles, and pointed her bare dirty pale butt at the bowl before slamming it down onto the seat.

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 “OUHHHH!” Weiss threw her head back and moaned. Her ass opened and a long slithering turd slid against the walls of her rectum before splashing against the bowl. Her gaping ass sputtered and hissed and belched, bursting sharting blasts painting the inside of the bowl with flecks of rotten sulfuric shit.

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“OHHh fuck…” Weiss gasped. Her sweaty bangs clung to her face. Gripping her knees, she pushed. Her asshole distended and slimy watery diarrhea squirted out of her puckered anus like a muddy garden hose.

Weiss doubled over, her head between her knees. “oull it burnnssss….” she whimpered.

Her ass spewed spray after spray of acidic, rancid liquid shit into the bowl with each push, turning the water under her butt into a sea of orange-brown shit. Piss trickled out of her, adding to the stew of sewage filling the bowl and polluting the air with its inhuman stink.

“RRRrrrr…” Weiss growled and grunted. A rocky turd was lodged in her ass at an awkward painful angle. Her opening ass pushed again and again. The turd shifted against the sensitive skin of her opening, stretching asshole before falling into the water with a wet thud; the impact sent still-warm shit water splashing against her cheeks and the removal of the hard turd let loose a new pocket of ass-shaking, hot, farting gas.

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“Ohhhhhhh Oh GOdddd…” Weiss panted.

“Weiss, are you all right?”

Weiss looked up to see a very concerned looking Jaune poking his head into the stall.

She had forgotten to close the door. Weiss’s heart shuddered and her brain lit on fire with panicking flames. She was sitting here with her dirty panties completely exposed on the ground, her clumped up skirt around her waist exposing the almost full length of her sweating legs, her slorping ass still shitting out muddy ropes, completely beyond her control. Remembering Nora’s slimy pussy flash, she leaned forward on the bowl, folding over, to try and make any glimpse at her privates completely impossible.

“i’m fine…” she said. Weiss swallowed, trying to shit as discretely as possible.

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Her ass deposited two quick nuggets into the bowl beneath her. It was filled with so much shit that the water was rising to her downward pointed, shit-covered ass cheeks. Her asscheeks ticklish from the poo mud across their surface, Weiss turned and saw that there was no toilet paper next to the bowl.

“can you get me some toilet paper, though?” Weiss asked, not daring to look Jaune in the eyes.

“Sure!” Jaune said, thankful to be of help and to get out of the range of Weiss’s horrific stench.

As he disappeared into the next stall to find toilet paper, Weiss wiped the sweat from her face with her hand and sighed.

“I’m never eating Ruby’s pancakes again,” she vowed.

***

In RWBY’s dorm, the restroom door finally opened and not one, but 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 while they both shared the toilet and destroyed it with their impossible diarrhea.

“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 stains as toxic shit leaked through the fabric of their underwear.

The bathroom door slammed shut and the sounds of humiliated moaning, shitting, grunting, and farting bled through the door along with the smell of their poor, tortured guts.