Waking up with a hangover is an unpleasant experience Maria was unfortunately rather used as the wolf groaned and sat up. A cursory glance of her surroundings and familiar pressure in her bowels let her know she at least made it back to her apartment after the party and she didn’t spend the night alone. With a smile Maria made her way to the bathroom eager to let her overnight guest out the “back door” and get a start to her day. Crouching over her toilet the wolf reached down spread her cheeks, while noticing how plumper each handful seemed to be, and grunted as she pushed out log after log of former prey into her reliably robust porcelain pool, her hangover seeming to fade with each pleasurable plop and splash. Maria smirked and looked back when she felt the extremely familiar sensation of a human skull stretching her anus on the way out and wondered if she might have gotten a hold of that blushing human at the party. Her alcohol soaked memory made it hard to recall any concrete details but she was sure his name started with a “J”. With the last plops and an echoing fart Maria wiped herself clean and grinned with smug satisfaction as she looks over the massive pile of wolf shit before hitting the plunger and sending it all swirling down the drain. With her morning ritual complete the wolf hopped into her shower happy she could start the day with a nice dump another tally on the tank.

A sketch comm for  TarenGe, in which I went with more deteailed disposal since the patient soul waited far too long for it.