Done as a request for  IDMOUSE and a gift for  Onikunibuta, this short story is about the Great Dane Scooby Doo calling nature inside of an empty well...just in time for a hefty noisome skunk to join him.




It was a normal day in the world of furries and famous dog detective, Scooby Doo was walking through a secluded forest not far from the Mystery Inc. HQ. The Great Dane with brown fur and black spots was exploring the area after getting a familiar scent of food in his nostrils, when he stopped and twitched a little, squinting and crossing his hind legs. His bladder was full and needed to be emptied as soon as possible. Scooby started to sniff the ground relentlessly, finding a nice spot to pee on. Scooby sniffed one tree, but groaned loudly and ran away, getting the faint smell of skunk oil in his nostrils. He sniffed another tree and groaned in the same fashion, quickly running away to another large oak tree. And yet, that one smelled like skunk oil too. In fact, all of the trees in the area reeked of putrid skunk mist, irritating Scooby and his olfactory sense. After searching for a very long time, Scooby found this fresh, huge sequoia tree that overshadowed the whole forest and was ripe for the picking…peeing. Scooby lifted his left hind leg and shut his eyes, smiling widely as he began to urinate.

“Ruh?”

Scooby saw a tipped-over white sign with red lettering written on it. It read, “NO URINATING OR DEFECATING IN THE AREA” and had two images of a furry peeing and pooping with a large red X going through them. Scooby sighed exasperatedly and put his leg down, holding his pee back in. Scooby started to whine and looked all around the forest for something he could pee in without staining the woodland. Scooby had no problem peeing on trees and ignoring the rules, but half the time he’d get in trouble afterwards and would be punished with no Scooby snacks. Scooby would rather have his bladder explode as opposed to having no Scooby snacks. Scooby was losing all hope, thinking he would pee all over the grass right then and there. It seemed like the flow of urine just wouldn’t stop. Then Scooby spotted a hole with gray brick blocks built around it in a circular formation. It was a well. Scooby ran to it and looked inside, dropping a pebble inside to see if there was water inside or not. Seven seconds after he dropped it, he heard a loud crack, indicating the well was dry to the core. Scooby sighed and sat down over the well, planting his silky brown bottom on the cool bricks. He would’ve just hiked his leg up and peed right inside, but he couldn’t risk having so much as a drop of pee land on the grass. Scooby moaned contently as he released his bladder, dousing the side of the well with his musky, yellow dog piss. There was so much urine pouring out he thought the side of the well would break apart and crack. After he peed, he leaned over to his right, aiming his toned gluteus-maximus into the air, and broke wind. The smell of it was appalling, even to him.

“Ree-yew! Rat stinks!” said Scooby, holding his nose.

He then did his trademark laugh and prepared to get off the well. However, his stomach churned very loudly and something fairly large hit his bowels and began to travel to the rectum. By the sound of it, Scooby Doo had some doggie poo that also had to be released. Scooby continued to sit on the well and farted again, giggling as the sound echoed throughout the empty well. Then he expanded his anal sphincter and relaxed his bowels, letting a nice log of dog poop squeeze its way through, detaching itself from his butt crack and landing in the well. Two more chunks eased their way out, followed by a sputtered fart that tickled Scooby’s rectum, making him laugh again. Just then, someone ran next to Scooby panting heavily and sighing with relief when he found the well. It was a large skunk with black and white fur, wearing a red T-shirt and blue sweatpants with a green stripe on the side. He must’ve just started a new workout routine, because his belly was huge. Scooby knew if he wore regular sized pants, once he bent over, they would rip and reveal his undies. The skunk turned around and pulled his pants down, revealing a filthy, hairy behind that smelled worse than Scooby’s and was nowhere near as attractive as his. It was also a lot bigger than his butt and was hogging up most of the well, forcing Scooby to scoot over and let the skunk have room.

“Rey! Go rind rour own rell!” said Scooby.

“I’ve been looking for a bathroom for hours and if I do not go right now, this whole forest will be knee deep in skunk droppings!” said the burly skunk.

The skunk grunted and two hisses were heard, before a loud trumpeting noise. Scooby plugged his nose as the air filled with the scent of sewage waste, garlic, rotten eggs, and skunk farts. Two nasty streams of skunk spray shot out the skunk’s grimy behind, before he cut a huge fart that mixed the two odors together. Scooby was lucky that the skunk was of the spotted family or else the thiol compounds in his anal scent glands would be much stronger. Granted, the skunk spray still reeked, but if the animal sitting next to him was a striped skunk instead of a spotted one, he’d probably vomit from the horrible odor. Scooby wasn’t a big fan of skunks, as he was sprayed by so many when he was a puppy.

“Sorry. In the heat of the moment sometimes I just spray, y’know?” said the skunk.

The skunk wiggled his smelly behind on the well and started grunting, ready to poop. After sometime, the skunk farted in a raucous tone, before releasing two bubbly chunks of poop and cutting a wet fart. Meanwhile, Scooby was still plugging his nose from the stench. He couldn’t tell what smelled worse: the skunk, his farts, or his excrement squeezing through his foul butt cheeks. Another log of poop coiled around in the air and broke itself off the skunk’s butt hole, compelling the skunk to sigh contently. He then nudged Scooby on the arm and grunted again, blowing out a fetid wet shart that stained the side of the well.

“WHOO! That was hot! I gotta lay off the spicy curry!” said the skunk, waving a hand underneath his butt to cool it off.

The skunk suddenly turned to Scooby and smiled mischievously, before cutting another echoing fart.

“Roh, I get it…” said Scooby, before laughing.

The skunk was challenging Scooby to a fart-off…on in this case, poop-off. This wasn’t the first time he had been in a fart contest. Scooby could still remember the time when he and Shaggy got into a giant fart-off, so this was no different. It was just with an oversized stinky mephitidae. Scooby leaned over and let out a squeaky fart before dropping a few logs of poop, fanning the smell in the skunk direction. The skunk retaliated by oozing out a giant pile of excrement almost the length of yo-yo string. Scooby had to admit that he was impressed. The Great Dane lifted his tail and sighed as he sharted for a full 20 seconds, watching as the skunk held his nose and tried to fan the stink away. That’s when the skunk went on the offensive and leaned so far over that his butt was pointing in Scooby’s direction. He patted his stomach and watched as he farted directly on Scooby’s fur, fluttering it in the hot wind. Scooby almost fell off the well from the force of the gas and the skunk laughed heartily…at least, until his bowels acted up again.

“I think you should give up Dane.” suggested the skunk.

“Rever!”

Scooby grunted and started to wallop the skunk with a tremendous trail of farts and defecate. First he let out a sustained fart that lasted five seconds and sharted out more pounds of poo. Then he farted in a low, thunderous tone that echoed so much Scooby thought the bricks would fall apart. Lastly, Scooby pointed his butt in the skunk direction and farted as well, blasting a hot supply of rotten meat and eggs into the skunk’s nostrils. The skunk laughed and fought back, pulling his own finger and passing gas as a result. Scooby laughed at the move he performed and decided to do something similar, except he pulled his own tail from behind, sharting for a very long time. From that point on, the skunk and Great Dane continued to fart and poop one after another, sometimes simultaneously. Sometimes Scooby would shart and sometimes the skunk would spray skunk oil and fart, but overall, they were having a good time, farting and pooping without any hesitation. Sure, the smell was horrible and disgusting, but they had to admit, it was pretty funny defecating into a well.

“Rhat was fun!” said Scooby.

“Yeah, it’s been—”

The skunk grunted and let loose several logs of skunk manure which landed with several plops before he started talking again.

“It’s been a while since I got into a good poop-off.”

The skunk looked around for something to wipe his manure infested rump off with, but saw no toilet paper and couldn’t wipe his butt on the grass.

“Damnit.”

The skunk ripped the sleeves off his shirt and wiped his rectum with them, disposing of the soiled cotton down the well and pulling his pants back up. The skunk hopped off the well and began to walk away.

“See ya Dane.”

Scooby Doo farted one last time before he sighed heavily and hopped off the well, just in time for his pal Shaggy to arrive.

“Hey Scooby, you got any water? I haven’t had a drink all day and…”

Shaggy noticed the well next to Scooby and ran over to it, peering inside.

“Cool well dude! Is there any water in here?”

“Uh, Raggy I ron’t rink rou should—”

As Shaggy leaned against the bricks, some of them broke apart and Shaggy plunged into the well. Lucky for him, the large pile of skunk and dog poop broke his fall so he landed softly and didn’t get harmed.

“Like, why does it stink so much in here!? What’s in this water?”

“Raggy…rat’s not rater…”