All characters and locations are fictional; all characters are also over 18.
Vera was in the library at Cee Nova College when she decided she'd had enough of Geoffrey Chaucer for one day. It was a Friday afternoon, warm and sunny, and she thought she would meander over to the W.L. Merd apartment complex, a short distance off campus, and check things out. She had several friends who resided there, most of them fellow students, though she herself lived at home. It had once been a mini-mansion but had been converted into ten apartments, each shared by 2-4 occupants. It also had a fairly large communal room where parties could be held.
The unique thing about the Merd, and why Vera counted so many friends there, was that everyone who lived there was a faithful and dedicated fanatic of the scat fetish. Just like Vera. The owners, a married couple, were devoted scat lovers themselves, and from the beginning hoped to fill the apartments with like-minded people. It took a while, but eventually their goal was accomplished. It's doubtful that any other place in the country had as large a concentration of filth-worshipers living under one roof as the Merd.
Just as she exited the library, Vera's phone dinged. It was a text message from Miranda Armstrong, Dean of Humanities, asking her, if still on campus, if she could stop by her office before heading out. Vera decided to postpone her visit to the Merd and made her way instead to the Humanities building. The outer office was busier than usual, especially for a Friday afternoon, and was seen over by Miranda's chestnut haired, green-eyed voluptuous office manager, Cheri. She was the perfect choice for Miranda to have in this role since both were insatiable scat queens. Some days it seemed they spent more time in the ladies' room together getting up to messy mischief than in the office. Both carried soaps and creams, even a toothbrush, in their handbags to clean up after their filthy scat sprees. Cheri kept a supply of peppermint candies in a dish on the office counter that both women partook of frequently.
Vera, being a senior, had known Cheri for a long time, had scatted with her at parties at the Merd, and liked her very much. She had even participated with her and Miranda in some of their bathroom fun, once on the last day before spring break after the campus had emptied. They finished off a bottle of rum Miranda had in her desk and then trashed the ladies' room and themselves in a filthy scat threeway that had them all half-covered in shit while bringing each other to orgasm after orgasm. Then it took them an hour to clean up the mess. They all had to go home coated in shit beneath their clothes, and when Vera walked in, her parents took one look at her (fortunately her sister Tess was staying at a girlfriend's house for a sleepover) and escorted her to their oversized shower stall where everyone picked up where the three revelers had left off. All three of them were soon wallowing in shit to their heart's content. Just another joyous memory Vera had of her wonderful home life with her scat-loving parents.
"Dean Armstrong wanted to see me," Vera said to Cheri, assuming a formal role more conducive to the setting. Other students and professors in the office might be shocked if they heard her call her Miranda.
"Yes, I know," Cheri replied. "Lucky you. Go on in."
Vera opened the door and entered Miranda's private office. She was seated in a semi-slumped position at her desk and had a flushed look on her face that made Vera wonder if she had been fingering herself under her desk. Or perhaps been up to something even more deviant.
"Hello, Miranda. Feeling good?" Vera asked, smiling.
Miranda took a deep breath eliciting a barely audible moan and answered, "Yes, fine, thanks for asking."
"You didn't shit your panties sitting there, did you?" grinned Vera, not the least bit reticent suggesting such a thing to the dean.
"I might have if I were wearing any, but I slipped them off to better finger myself."
"And what made you decide to do that, or is that just your idea of a coffee break?"
Paying no attention to her question, Miranda said, "You wouldn't mind crawling under my desk and licking my cunt, would you? Or eating my ass? That would be even better." Miranda, likewise, had no qualms about speaking to Vera so shockingly.
Vera clucked her tongue loudly and asked, "Is that why you wanted to see me? I'm flattered, but I'm sure Cheri would have been happy to do that for you." This bantering would have been astonishing to hear for most anybody, both the subject matter and the ease with which they conversed about it. But Vera and Miranda had known each other going on four years now and had engaged in the most intimate acts imaginable together, so spoke to each other like sisters, at least in private. It was the same with all the scatters on campus.
Miranda got herself in a slightly more dignified position before responding, "That's true, Cheri usually fulfills that request whenever I make it and most pleasantly, too. No, that's not why I asked you to stop by. It's this I wanted to show you. Know anything about it?" She pointed to a carboard box on her desk, maybe a foot square, with a brown paper bag inside. She opened the bag and immediately could tell what was inside by the smell.
"Jack brought it to me," Miranda said. Jack Ross was the Athletic Director and Miranda's frequent scatting companion. "Somebody left it on the lid of his toilet. It wasn't you, was it?" Jack was one of the lucky few, maybe the only one on campus, to have a personal toilet in his office. He, like Miranda, was well-known to all the scat fiends on campus and was a frequent attendee at their scat parties at the Merd and elsewhere. But these same students were often playing practical jokes on him, a favorite being taking a shit on his toilet seat lid when he wasn't there and attaching a note to it, something like, "Miss you, Jack" or "Surprise!" He usually didn't mind, often making good use of the turd or turds, sometimes with Miranda. But there were a few close calls when other "regular" students were with him, and once he came into his office with the head basketball coach of a rival college who fortunately had a bad head cold at the time and couldn't smell anything. Jack was able to swoosh the offensive log into the toilet unnoticed, which pissed him off, seeing a good log go to waste.
Vera took the bag out of the box and rolled the sides of it down until the shit was exposed. Then she licked it. "It's not mine," she announced.
"What," grunted Miranda. "You had to taste it to remind you whether you shit on his toilet lid or not?"
"No, I just felt like licking it."
"Can you tell from the taste who it might belong to? Jack is getting a little tired of this joke."
"Miranda, shit is shit, there's no way to tell whose it is by tasting it. You haven't figured that out yet after all this time?"
"I never thought about it, usually being too preoccupied getting as covered with it as I could."
"It must have worked because now you're a dean, and we know what they're all full of."
"Careful, young lady, or with a click I'll change all your grades to C- on your transcript. Goodbye graduate school."
Knowing they were just ragging one another Vera looked back at the pile in her hand and continued, "If I were to guess, this shit Jack gave you might belong to my sister, Tess, though I would deny ever telling you."
"Oh, that's right, your sister Tess is at Cee Nova now, isn't she. I think I met her the first time at the pool during a midnight water polo gathering. It was after in the empty wading pool and all I remember seeing is this very pretty freshman with every inch of her body covered in shit giving Nevin a blow job. He was also covered in shit." Miranda was referring to a top-secret water polo team consisting solely of scat lovers, most of whom resided at the Merd, run by her and Jack that met every other Sunday after midnight at the school's pool, always followed by an open scat orgy in a convenient wading pool and the showers.
"Yeah, that sounds like Tess," said Vera.
"Why do you think it might be hers?"
"Now don't get all upset and worried," Vera answered facetiously, "but I think she likes Jack a little. But then Tess likes anybody who's into scat."
"Well, you might want to pass the word around at the Merd to cool it whoever's doing it, but there isn't much I can do about it. I'll have to tell Jack later he is just going to have to suck it up," which got them both to laughing as they agreed it was what he'd probably be all too happy to do anyway, "from one end of a juicy log to the other."
