Tax, a THX logo, not to mention a feral one, was strolling around in a forest that was bordering a rural road.
She really had to "go". She felt the processed IMAX logo in her guts sloshing around before the sloshes slowed down, then she knew her lunch is now stool. Tax felt a shifting in her butt, which meant the carcass was ready to leave her.
"Oh crap. I gotta CRAP!"
Tax had to run over to the other side of the road to go to her tree that served as her toilet. She started, but it was too late. She only made it to the very end of the road, meeting the other side, when she released. She knew her dull-silver cheeks were blushing in shame when Tax closed her eyes and was enthralled by how hard she began to push.
"Oh, ow. *grunt*"
What used to be an aqua blue IMAX logo that gleamed so gracefully, is now a pile of a THX's black, putrid, heavy droppings, audibly smacking onto the pavement.
*Splat! Smack! Squirt!*
Tax could feel and hear herself uttering the starting, bass-like, low note of the Deep Note due to the fact of all the pressure being put on her pink hole.
After the pile was at least up to her ankles, she was relieved that her bowels were now emptied. Now, it was pee time. Out gushed a dark yellow, almost orange piss stream out of her vag, soaking her poo pile.
"Ohhhh.*shudder* That's better!"
She kicked up some grass onto the pile with her hind feet, to mark it. When she turned around, a voice from the grove of trees called to her.
"Wow. Nice dump. Even I haven't shit like that before."