Isabelle has just done the opening ceremony for a new public bathroom in town! But when she goes back to her office, she discovers that all 19 of her college degrees, along with a number of important documents and her favorite plushies, have all disappeared. Panicking, she runs to the new bathroom… Only to discover that all of those important things are being used as toilet paper and flushed by the villagers. And a certain blue-furred cat orchestrated the whole thing…

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This story contains: FxF, property destruction, scat, piss, flushing, dubious consent, poor Isabelle being very distressed as her life’s work goes down the toilet~
Word Count: 3215

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Note: This story focuses on Isabelle watching a lot of important things get destroyed. Don’t read this story if you’d find that distressing.

	It’d been years since the mayor had disappeared. The only human in the town, one day, he’d left, and simply never come back. In that time, someone had to take over operations, and the natural choice was his secretary, Isabelle. She was a Shih-Tzu dog with bright yellow fur and an even brighter attitude, her cheerful outlook, hardwork, diligence, and intelligence making her the perfect fit for the mayor position. However, the village hadn’t just chosen her - she’d actually had to make her case to a board of higher-ups in a different town, who’d approved her as a mayor. Of course, she also needed the vote from the rest of the town, but that was easily earned. 

Part of her job was, every year, submitting a long, 20-page, paw-written report about the town’s operations. Failure to submit it meant your permanent suspension from the role. Of course, Isabelle completed it early, but she needed to turn it in today; the deadline was 7 PM. She’d get to it that evening; she was confident in her timeliness. 

She had other things to handle first… Like the newest public work that’d been completed! Isabelle stood in front of a communal bathroom, located near the train station, for use by both residents and visitors. Everyone was gathered around to celebrate; Tom Nook handed her a large pair of scissors, which she held over the wide red ribbon that tied off its entrance. “Welcome to the grand completion ceremony for Pawville’s vital community bathroom project!” Isabelle announced; the crowd applauded. Isabelle cut the ribbon, and shouted, “Hooray for everyone!!”, following the script the previous mayor had used when he completed works. 

“Truly, thank you all for your donations here - we couldn’t have done it without you all!! I’d especially like to thank you, Ankha!” Isabelle motioned to Ankha in the crowd, a yellow-furred cat with an Egyptian headdress and a white robe. “Your massive donation really helped! We couldn’t have done it without you!”

Ankha smiled, a rare expression for her. “I was happy to contribute. I am quite certain I shall make heavy use of this project~” She walked toward the bathroom entrance. “In fact… I shall be using it immediately~”

“Go ahead, enjoy it! Everyone is free to use it!” Isabelle called out. “I need to get back to the office, but enjoy yourselves!!”

There was some excited chatter about the new project amongst the citizens; a few “Thank you Isabelle”s from the crowd as well, the villagers sure to show how much it meant to them. Now, Isabelle just had to do some admin work, then take that report over…

…A few hours later…

Isabelle was sitting in the mayor’s office - now, her office - finishing up a few forms. She’d changed the decor a bit; the desk was mostly filled with papers, that important report included, but it also had three little plushies, ones she’d brought from home to keep her company. A grey cat in a business suit, a bear with a beanie and a flannel, and a dog with a golden sweater that really shined in the light. She’d won them in contests of her accounting skills; she was quite proud of each one, the symbols of her hard work and victory. 

Speaking of symbols of her hard work, on the wall behind her, she had, framed, all 19 of her degrees. She’d gotten them from multiple universities; although a few were focused on engineering, she had ones in business management, finances, accounting, communications, and more. They’d been vital to her being accepted as the mayor by the board; she’d actually had to bring the degrees to the board, in-person, to prove she had them, as they’d all been given to her before electronic records had been made. She kept meaning to make some backup copies; if she lost them, she was really gonna be in a bad spot, since she’d have no proof of her education.

Just as she was about to leave, to catch the train and get to the city…

…Ankha walked in. 

“Ah, Ankha!” Isabelle greeted. “Is there something I can help you with today?”

“Isabelle, dear…” Ankha sighed dramatically. “I’m afraid the communal bathroom has run out of toilet paper.”

“Wait, really?” Isabelle was shocked. She’d stocked it so well… There were four rolls in each stall. “Every stall is empty?”

“I’m afraid so.” The snooty cat shook her head. “I expected you to be more prepared, Isabelle… This does not reflect well on you as a mayor. It would be best if you quickly took care of this issue.”

“Um… r-right, sorry,” Isabelle said, a little anxious over Ankha’s words. “I-I’ll order some more right away… S-sorry to disappoint you…”

“Make less apologies, and take more action,” Ankha advised. “Swiftly, Isabelle.”

	“Mm, right! I’ll get right on it!” Isabelle nodded, standing up and heading right out the door, past Ankha. She’d always been a bit of a pushover; she hated to see the villagers being upset or mad at her. If they asked for something, she tended to comply pretty quickly and fully. Every villager had a bathroom; really, this could wait until tomorrow, but she didn’t want to disappoint Ankha…

	It took a while, but Isabelle soon returned to town, an order for new toilet paper made. It was 6:30; the report was due at 7:00. She needed to get it and hop on the train right away, or else, she could kiss this job goodbye! She rushed back to the office, still fairly upbeat, knowing she’d still have time…

	Until she opened the door to her office, and found a terrifying scene.

	It was totally ransacked, a complete mess. Her filing cabinets had been opened, papers were spilled across the floor, her desk drawers hung out of their places and had been mixed around, contents spilled all over. “Oh no!” She cried, panicking… Her desk was the only clean part of the room.

	And it was only clean because it was totally empty. Everything had been taken off of it. The plushies, the papers, the report… All gone. She quickly looked around the papers on the floor, but she couldn’t seem to find the report! And, weirdly… There was broken glass and wood, too…

	She looked up, filling with dread, as she realized her diplomas had all been taken down. She shivered. The frames were broken; they’d all been emptied. And of course, the degrees weren’t just sitting on the ground… They were nowhere to be seen. And neither were her limited-edition, hard-earned plushies. “Oh goodness… W-who would do this!?” 

	A sudden realization hit her.

	The bathrooms were out of toilet paper… But on her way over, she’d definitely heard people using it. She desperately hoped she was wrong, but she quickly ran over to the new public works project…

	And found that all four stalls were in use, feet hanging from the toilet on each one. She heard paper being crumpled… And a deep FLRSHHHHHH~! coming from the first one. Oh no, oh no… T-this couldn’t be right… But it really wasn’t helping that she could see an empty manilla folder, marked “Pawville Office Records”, right under one of the stall doors. She couldn’t help herself; she pushed the stall open, finding it unlocked.

	“Ah, Isabelle,” a villager greeted. It was Shino, a white-furred deer with red horns… Sitting on the toilet, and… Actively wiping her ass with Isabelle’s accounting degree. 

	She didn’t seem to mind Isabelle barging in, she even didn’t seem to care that Isabelle was now watching as she pushed the rigid piece of paper between her ass cheeks, using it to mop up slick shit from her crack. “Is something wrong? You look pale.” 

	“Shino… Um… Y-you…”

	“Yes?” Shino questioned, dropping the degree in the toilet, and grabbing the toilet’s metal handle.

	“Wait, no, no no no!!” Isabelle cried—

	CLUNK! FLRSHHHHHH~!!

	The dog ran up and looked between Shino’s legs, only to get a brief glimpse of her degree, along with a stack of other water-soaked and shit-streaked papers from her office, getting swirled and swirled, easily all sucked down the drain. 

	“I absolutely love this new public works project, Isabelle~!” Shino said, patting Isabelle on the head as the toilet water refilled. “I worried when you ran out of toilet paper, but someone found plenty more. Isn’t that lucky?” 

	“Mmngh…” Isabelle quivered, unable to believe that her accounting degree had just been used as TP and flushed. “I… I g-gotta go…” She quickly ran out, and to the next stall. What important records and files had already gone down the drain!? Maybe she could stop anymore from getting fl—

	FLRSHHHHHH~! The next stall’s toilet flushed; she jolted, immediately rushing over, pushing the stall open. Inside was Fauna, another deer-villager… Actively plunging the toilet.

	“Hi, dearie!” She eagerly greeted, her brown skirt hiked up, her ass in plain view, panties around her ankles. “I’m sorry, did you need the stall? I’m almost done here… I just need to unclog this. This new toilet paper really doesn’t go down easy! Nature really called, and I guess I overdid it.”

	“Oh, um, i-it’s okay!!” Isabelle called, as Fauna actively shoved the plunger in; even from there, Isabelle could see corners of papers sticking out of the bowl. Taking a step closer, she shivered, recognizing at least four of her degrees floating in shitty toilet water, chunks of turds stuck to them, streaked, crumpled, unrecognizable. “W-w-wait, p-please, d-don’t unclog it!!”

	“Don’t you worry, Isabelle, I got it!” Fauna said, shoving the plunger down, crumpling the papers further, shoving them in the drain. “You may be the mayor, but that doesn’t mean you need to take care of every little thing, like unclogging the toilet!” The cute deer turned, grabbing the toilet’s handle, her deer-tail holding her dress up and letting Isabelle see her perfectly clean, furry, cute ass, which had unknowingly sowed destruction across Isabelle’s whole career. “Look, it’s all handled!”

	“Wait, d-don’t—” Isabelle tried to speak, but—

	FLRSHHHHHHHHHH~!!

	“No!” Isabelle rushed forward, watching as all the degrees swished easily down the drain… Along with a bunch of other papers. Oh god… S-so many years… All down the toilet… She was quivering. 

	“See? I had it handled!” Fauna chuckled. “That was actually the third toilet-bowl’s worth of toilet paper I had to use - the first two went down way easier! Maybe because I only used a few of those really hard pieces of toilet paper with all the fancy words on them.”

	“Mmmnghh…” Isabelle’s heart thumped. She could feel all the time and effort she’d dedicated to earning those degrees actively being plunged into the sewer system. 

	“I do feel bad for the person next to me,” Fauna said, motioning to the next stall. “They really must’ve had a rough one… Just look at all those empty toilet-paper folders!” She said, motioning to the many manilla folders, empty, on the ground. 

	Isabelle rushed to the next stall, pushed it open… To find Lolly, a blue-furred cat villager wearing a sweater on top and nothing on bottom. She was standing, her ass toward the stall door, wiping her dirty crack with… O-oh no…

	“Isabelle! Hi bonbon!” Lolly greeted. “Thanks for ordering all this cute, fuzzy toilet paper!! This one’s my favorite!” 

	She was, of course, referring to the plushie in her paws, which was a grey cat in a business suit. First-place prize for the 2012 Accounting National Championship. It had already been thoroughly used, each side of the extremely fuzzy, well made, high-quality plush covered in streaks of chunky, dark-brown shit, its fur out of place, its expression smeared, its ears folded, its outfit a wrinkly mess. The highest quality materials possible were used to make that… 

	“Ah, I think I’m finally clean~” She held the plush over the toilet; Isabelle whimpered, shivering. “Is something wrong, Bonbon?” Lolly asked, looking concerned, the poor plush dangling over the toilet.

	“Umph… N-no…” Isabelle sighed; there was no way she’d get that thing clean. Those stains were permanent… “I-It’s fine… J-just f-f-flush it…” Her heart panged. 

	“Alright, if you say so,” Lolly said, dropping the plushie, which fell into the toilet with a splish~ “I hope it’s alright if I flush all three at once, these toilets are fairly strong, but don’t be too mad at me if it clogs.” 

	“W-wait, a-all three!?” Isabelle jumped toward the toilet, right as—

	CLUNK! FLRSHHHHHHH~!

	Lolly pushed the handle down. Isabelle saw all three of her most prized, valuable plushies, which meant so much to her, which were all uniquely one-of-a-kind, swirling in murky brown toilet water, each one streaked with scat. She reached in to grab them, just that desperate to save anything she could! She’d do her best to clean them, she could live without the cat, but the dog was her absolute favorite!!

	But they all slipped from her paws… Right down the drain. Glug glug glug…

	“It was so nice of Ankha to bring those here for us,” Lolly commented, walking out the stall. “You should be sure to thank her!”

	“A-Ankha?” Isabelle questioned; the last stall… She could see a tail underneath the gap. Striped yellow and blue…

	Shaking like she’d never shook before, Isabelle pushed the last stall door open. “A-A-Ankha?” She asked, too scared to look. 

	“Greetings, Isabelle~ Come in~” Ankha said, pleasantly. “I was just finishing my wiping… I didn’t know you’d achieved so much in your studies. I believe I do remember a management degree in there somewhere, but I can’t quite remember any of the others… I must’ve used around eight or nine. I tended to wipe before I read them… My streaks were quite strong. They made it nearly impossible to make out the names of the studies! A few of them tore as I was using them… Not very high-quality, if you ask me. Likely best that they’ve all been flushed~”

	“Hnngh… A-Ankha…” Isabelle looked, huffing, as Ankha veeeeery slowly wiped her ass with the last of the degrees. It was so smeared and curmpled, Isabelle couldn’t even make out what college it was from. “P-please… Wait… D-don’t…”

	“Don’t do what?” Ankha smirked, dropping the toilet-paper-diploma in the bowl. “Don’t flush~?” CLUNK~ Her tail wrapped around the toilet’s handle, and pulled it down. “Oops~”

	FLRSHHHHHHHHHHH~!! Ankha stepped out of the way, allowing Isabelle to rush forward, just in time to watch four different diplomas get flushed away. Her mouth hung open; her whole body shook tremendously. She couldn’t believe it… E-every single one… W-was gone… All f-flushed down the toilet… All those years, all that effort, all that work, flrshhhhh, down the drain. 

	“Isabelle, dear…” Ankha put a paw on the crotch of Isabelle’s pencil-skirt; the mayor gasped as she felt the cat directly push against her privates, making the dog blush. “It’s oddly wet here… Am I to understand that you found some wicked enjoyment from seeing what just happened~?” Ankha chuckled. “Such a perverted doggy~”

	“Mmphh…” Isabelle panted, still staring at the now-empty toilet, left with only some brown streaks. She couldn’t hide it… She was so horny. Such destruction of what was important to her, so much achievement literally turned to toilet paper and flushed… I-it made her so weirdly horny. She felt dread, despair, distress, but also, such a deep, twisted pleasure, from watching her downfall. “P-please… D-don’t tell a-anyone…” She whimpered. “A-and… Y-you’re done, r-right? T-that was a-a-all of them?”

	“That was all of your degrees, yes… But, well… I wouldn’t say I’m done~” Ankha grabbed, off the floor, one more manilla folder. The label, “REPORT - DUE TODAY”.

	Isabelle gasped as Ankha pulled out the first page of the report. “I remember you working on this quite hard for a good amount of time… All written by paw, too. Such a shame that I’m not done with my wiping, and this is the only toilet paper I have left~”

	“No… D-don’t… P-please no…” Isabelle quivered, holding her arms…

	As Ankha pushed the report between her yellow-furred ass cheeks, crumpling and wrinkling it, tearing it at the edges, a big, wet, fresh, light-brown streak of shit going right down the center. 

	“Ahh… Much softer than your diplomas.” She dropped the paper in the toilet. “And softer than your birth certificate, I might add… I should’ve waited for you before I flushed that one, but, ah, I simply couldn’t help myself. Watching it swirl was so good~”

	“Mmmngh… M-my birth c-certificate…” She whined. “P-please… L-leave the r-rest of the r-report, at least… I-I need it… T-they’ll fire me…”

	“Oh, will they~? I better return this then… Oops~” She ‘accidentally’ dumped the rest of the folder’s contents into the toilet. 

Isabelle gasped, covering her mouth. “No… No no no…” It was all soaking up toilet water… Becoming illegible…

Ankha sat on the toilet, pulling her robe up, so Isabelle could watch, in real time, as she took a fresh shit, right on the report in the toilet. Fresh, steaming logs, landing on the papers, pushing them down, crumpling them up, into the drain. “Oh well… No saving it now, is there~?” Her tail wrapped around the toilet’s handle. “Say goodbye to your mayorship~”

“Wait… No…” Isabelle murmured… As Ankha pushed the handle down~

CLUNK! FLRSHHHHHH~!!!

And, with all those hours and days of writing and labor, swirling with big cat-logs, all going down the drain… Isabelle knew she was watching the most important thing to her in her life, her position, her job that she loved, get flushed down the toilet.

“Ahh, excuse me, Isabelle… I seem to have made quite the mistake. Using the toilet without any toilet paper present… Such a classic blunder.” Ankha smiled. “But seeing you shiver… Seeing the dread, fear, despair, desperation… Hearing it in your voice… And knowing, underneath it all, you’re shaking with lust… I simply can’t help but make your precious mayoral position go swishing down the toilet’s drain~ But, don’t worry… I promise, I’ll find you a much more fitting position. To start with… Why don’t you get me some more toilet paper~? I think all copies of your resume and any records of your work as mayor should do nicely~”

The wet spot on Isabelle’s crotch grew much wetter, stickier, and bigger. She was a shaking, shivering, quivering mess. Her legs felt like jello. She felt so weak, so powerless… So… Dominated…

“Y-yes, Ankha…” Isabelle huffed. “I-I’ll get it f-for you…~” 

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