Royco Cup a Soup

The fox had been thoroughly soaked through his fur when the shower had finally stopped. He looked at his body, matted and sticky. Most of it was yellow and brown instead of white now, Paul felt like a true and proper toilet fox now, and this was only the beginning! He heard Byron grunt again and looked up to see his friends pucker relax and expand. Quickly a long dark shape started to emerge. Paul gasped and a shiver ran through him. The bears dump was almost as big around as the foxes fist! Not really sure if it was a good idea or not, Paul opened his jaws as far as they would go. The long bear-log slid straight onto his tongue and he began to lick. The taste made his eyes water and the smell was so strong his nostrils burned. Nevertheless he kept licking at it, enjoying the sheer putridness of its flavor, its feel, its texture too. Then he began to notice something. The clod broke and fell into his mouth, the fox started chewing right away but the bear did not stop.

...im not even going to post about that picture...
Oh wait i just did...

WWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!! *TRP commited suicide*