Date: Tue, 18 Apr 2017 22:54:22 -0700 From: Rottweiler Toilet Subject: Fed From a Stallion *Fed From a Stallion* (m/beast) [Gay]: Bestiality; Scat; Watersports Consider donating to Nifty if you enjoy (and if you're here, you do) this kind of writing. I love getting feedback, so if you enjoyed my story, please feel free to e-mail feedback to rottweilertoilet@gmail.com. Stay hungry and thirsty out there, you nasty boys and gals. As a forewarning, this story's primary focus is scat. I like to tag scat nice and early so folks know what they're getting into. If that's your jam, read on and get hungry, and enjoy. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Mmmmm. "You smell good, big guy." I took a deep breath. Fuck, that really did smell good. Very... animal-like. Masculine and warm, the way stud horses smell. And dirty and musky, but with the underlying scent of wildness, of sunniness. I licked and kissed at the fat, swollen stallion asshole in front of me. He snorted quietly in approval, and I moved in close and rubbed my cheek against his beautiful, soft ass. It was a wonderful mottled pink, dotted with dark grey spots, in contrast to his luscious white haunches. "Hey, boy... how are you today?" I cooed against his hindquarters, patting him firmly. I squeezed his butt. My hand could barely grasp a fraction of his rear end. Draft stallions. I jacked off idly with one hand, the other steady against thick horse haunches. His muscles rippled quietly as I fondled his donut hole with my eager tongue. I licked in, under, all around, and slobbered unabashedly over him until his butthole was shiny with saliva. It winked quietly, and I pushed my face in, taking another deep breath, planting another set of wet kisses against him. "You have something for me, handsome?" I took a another big whiff, and there was something dark and muddy there. My erection throbbed as the wave of scent hit me. I had just turned fourteen a few weeks ago. I was apparently a bit of a late bloomer, but I think everybody got dwarfed next to this stud's size, and it didn't matter my penis size when I could enjoy playtime with him. He was just one of many animals I lived with on the farm, but he was my favorite. He was a handsome draft stallion that stood staggeringly tall, well over a foot above me. I shuffled slightly on the stepladder I used to get my face to his ass height. It took me two steps up on the rungs to get to the perfect height to have my lips right at this stallion's asshole height. I kissed it again. It winked in response to my lips. "Okay, stud. Ready?" I asked, more for myself than for him. I had played with him fully erect many times. I had smeared his cum into my hairless groin and jacked off with his semen many times, wishing I could come the same amount myself. When I came, it was a tiny drop of mostly-clear fluid, whereas the stallion could fill half a Gatorade bottle with each ejaculation. Of course, that was the exact container I used to save horse cum, and drank it around the farm frequently. I was a farmhand for my daddy's farm, but he often left most of the chores to me, so I had many, many opportunities to be alone with any animal I wanted. Predictably, I spent a lot of time with this stallion. I was also thusly familiar with all his fluids, and while I loved horse cum, I definitely grew up to be more of a shit and piss pig, especially for thick, tall horses. The stallion shuffled, pushing his ass back against my face an inch or two. He was careful. I had been familiar with him for years. I was twelve the first time I licked him, and he had been raised with care to be more of a gentle giant than a wild ride. A snort rang out. The very first time I ate his shit, I was thirteen. It was over half a year ago. He was the first animal I swallowed feces from, and I wish I could say that I fell in love immediately, but it was definitely a concentrated effort to return and eat, bite by bite, day by day. Stallions shit a lot, obviously, so single bowel movements could often be meals for the entire day, and if I bagged and stored it or froze it, one dump could be good eating for an entire week. The stepladder was long-since stained with chunks of dry horseshit, and I never washed it. On especially raunchy days, I'd walk barefoot onto it, with most feedings resulting in shit sliding down my chest and onto my legs, coating my feet in a thin layer of fresh muck. I had read many stories about boys and men eating shit fresh from their stallions' rear ends, but was too afraid of the sheer volume and weight my first time, so I farmed it in the stable during cleaning time. On one lucky weekend alone, I finished my cleaning duties and shoveled the day-old shit into one of those several-gallon-sized plastic Ziploc bags, and snuck it into my bathroom to play with. It felt like I was getting away with something, and I was giddy with anticipation. I unlocked the bag and took a really, really deep breath, and to my surprise, the scent was actually quite palatable. It was wild, muddy, dark, grassy. The texture was firm but creamy, a somewhat firmer version of peanut butter, rich and fudgy. Opening the bag fully, I dipped a finger in, and brought it to my tongue. It definitely tasted like shit. It was a little cold, having sat on the floor for hours. I had tasted my own shit, warm, in my mouth a few times, but never had the courage to swallow my own. I had a huge bag of horse shit sitting on my tummy as I played with myself naked in the bathtub, though, so I closed my mouth and began to jack off with my free hand. I thought about standing behind a horse and opening my mouth nice and wide, letting my throat be a sort of gravity-powered funnel to the stomach for horseshit, and got hot. I dipped three fingers in this time, and scooped a smatter of peanut-buttery shit onto my tongue, and closed my mouth. I retched a little. It's challenging to swallow shit, mentally. I pushed the fudge-like ball against the roof of my mouth, and a bright, bitter, grassy flavor started oozing out, coating my gums. I began chewing. I was eating from an animal's rectum. I was eating horse shit! I smeared the inside of my mouth as best I could with my tongue, making sure to get bits under my tongue and near my gums, against the edges of my cheeks. I licked my finger clean. Now, chewing is where it all really changes. I started dry heaving. The fact that shit is really shit, the fact that you are chewing up waste that has sat inside another animal's bowels, really becomes apparent when you bite down on shit and your brain realizes that your teeth are trying to churn it into an edible paste. You're swallowing a bowel movement, after all, that sat inside an animal's rectum, a digested runny pasted mess of whatever the animal ate. And as the flavor seeped out as a result of my teeth pressing in, I opened my mouth, breathing deeply, and began to salivate. I stuffed even more into my mouth with my shit covered hand. This time, I dug in deep into the baggie, and shoved a whole handful into my mouth. Some of it missed the mark and mashed into my lower lips and cheeks, and a chunk or two spilled onto my chest. I rubbed it into my hairless body. Shit smearing wasn't really my "thing," but being enveloped in the heat of the moment made me want to be absolutely dominated and covered by it, so I smeared it into my smooth, freckled body. A nasty brown streak appeared on my chest, and I reached excitedly into the bag to grab another cold handful. I slapped the mess on my penis, an almost three-inch-long and wildly throbbing little mess at the time, and began to masturbate quickly. "Mmmauhhh." That's what moaning with a mouthful of shit feels like. "Mmmhhhuff..." That's what moaning while jacking off with horse shit while you have a mouthful of it pressing against your tonsils feels like. Your feeder loves that noise. Feeders, if you're lucky. Eating shit really makes you salivate. My mouth was quietly filling up with drool, which combined with the horseshit to make a runny sort of brown slurry. I was quietly swallowing small amounts of this fluid the entire time I was playing with myself, but the real weight of the stallion feces was still heavy in my mouth. I edged closer and closer, the bathtub echoing the squish and splatter of gobs of shit as I increased the speed of my masturbation. Little flecks of horse shit dotted my arms, and the bag sagged untouched as I began to focus on smearing my body with horse shit and sucking my fingers clean, spilling its contents onto the otherwise pristine porcelain tub. Fuck. "Muhmmff." I was getting close. "Ugmmhh." I thought about the amount of horse shit in my mouth. I thought about the amount of horse shit in the tub. I thought about the amount of horse shit inside the stallion even now. How warm and wet it must be, churning in his insides, waiting softly to be deposited into someone's willing and open mouth. I thought about how badly I wanted to be a stallion toilet. I had already been his urinal. I was just a step away from fulfilling my full duties. I just had to swallow. I thought about living on a diet of animal feces. I thought about how fucked up it was that I was willingly consuming animal feces for my own pleasure. I started sweating as the rhythm of my jacking off picked up even faster still. And the bathroom stank. It absolutely reeked of horse shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I could do this. The shit sagged wetly in my mouth against my cheeks. I wanted to eat the entire bag, four or five pounds of cold, clammy horseshit. Maybe from now on, I could go and eat it fresh, nice and steamy from the source. I hoped. Fuck. "Fmfkckkk." That was my cursing through a full mouth. Finally, I felt myself at the edge. I tilted my head back so that my throat was as perfectly vertical as I could get it, and closed my lips. I took a deep breath through my nose, finally, and let the stench of creamy horse shit waft deep into my sinuses. I squeezed my cock harder, feeling the clay-like texture of the clumps of shit enveloping it. And I closed my eyes. ...and then I swallowed. "MMMF! Fu-fuck!" I sputtered, smatterings and chunks of horseshit still stuck to my lips. "Auh! Fuck!" And I came. And came, and came, and came. It was an earth-shattering orgasm. I was thirteen years of age, so nothing came out, but I did come. And I came and came, and my body heaved, weighed down by pounds and pounds of horse shit. I spasmed. My throat pushed my massive mouthful down my esophagus and towards my stomach, and the knowledge that I had finally managed to not only swallow shit, but that I swallowed a massive fistful of it washed over me, and I sat in the tub spasming, writhing. My throat was now coated in a thin layer of animal feces. It was on my tongue, up my nose, in my breath. "Auffghhh..." I started heaving, now that the orgasm had diminished. The smell was overpowering now, and quickly transforming into disgust. But I was so proud of myself for having the stomach to swallow and digest animal shit that I was ecstatic underneath the filthy, gunky mess I found myself in. For a brief second, my stomach churned, overwhelmed and seemingly overfed, but I held it down. I looked around me at the sticky, paste-like mess that ran down my lips to my chest. I was still sitting in horseshit. ...I realized I wanted to go farther! So I scooped, both hands now dirtied, and lifted towards my mouth. Drooling, I opened, and stuffed fat, thick handfuls of horseshit in. I stuck my tongue out and wiped my fingers on it, and swallowed. And then I swallowed again, and ate another handful, and swallowed again. And I repeated this until the bag was approximately half empty. The other half, I rubbed into my skin, over my hairless buttcrack and my three inches of shit-stained boner, and I moaned. I started jacking off again. I managed to come two more times, somehow. As I sat there and enjoyed the afterglow of my newfound courage, I started fingering myself with a dirty hand. I placed a small chunk of horseshit onto my tongue, letting it roll around in my mouth until it began a buttery brown paste. And I swallowed. I luxuriated in the tub, stained with streaks of horseshit, now warm to the touch from contact with my skin. I had gone where people didn't come back. And I loved it. "Mmmm..." I moaned. I popped another chunk of shit into my mouth, rolling it around. Once again, it slowly turned into a runny brown paste. I swallowed it. I burped and it smelled like horseshit. I licked some smears off my hairless arms and used it as a makeshift lube to finger myself with. I slipped in two, then three fingers, and tried to mash a few really firm chunks into my butt. I wanted to know what horseshit in my rectum would feel like, so I kept playing. I managed to get about a cup's worth inside myself before the feeling of having to go overwhelmed me, but I tried to hold it in for as long as possible. I was filthy. There were clumps of shit stuck to my hair, dripping off my chest, all with slightly different textures and colors, different scents. Some had become runny with drool, like a pasty diarrhea, whereas some bits and turds remained firm and spongy. Most of it was uniformly fudgy though, and that was my absolute favorite texture, especially for feedings. I licked and ate apprehensively, trying to gauge the different textures and flavors. God, this was fucked up. I giggled to myself, playing in a pile of horseshit. I felt like I was in love. Eventually, the night drew to a close, and I flushed the remaining horseshit. Using my hands, I grabbed big piles of cold muck, careful to not spill any on the tiled bathroom floor, and it took three full flushes and some odd eight or nine trips before the bathtub was empty enough to just fill with water to clean the residue stuck to the sides. I let the warm water wash over me, taking off bits and pieces at a time, and soaped up, though it only barely covered the smell -I decided against brushing my teeth that night. I wanted to savor my first meal. And that's what brought us here today. It was dinnertime. "Open up, handsome." I cooed gently, and paused to use my hands to open up his puffy, moist hole. "Feed me, won't you?" I pressed my nose and upper lips into the twitching, pulsing opening, and could feel something rumble from deep inside. He lifted his tail to give my face better access and I dug in deep, jittery with excitement, with hunger. I pushed my face in deeper and stuck my tongue out as far as I could. Fourteen-year-olds don't have very long tongues. But after a few seconds, my tongue made contact. "Mmmm....!" I gasped with nervous energy. I opened wide and pushed my lips in, trying to suck out horseshit from just inside this rectum. It was warm. And smooth. Wonderfully smooth, and fudgy. Fresh. Dark, muddy, earthy, rancid, creamy, fudgy, all the right words shit eaters like to use to describe eating shit in their stories. I was living their stories! But my favorite thing about eating fresh shit was just exactly how warm it was against my tongue. I pushed my lips into the mess and sucked in a chunk. I chewed it up, my lower face still firmly embedded in stallion rectum, and swallowed. And I repeated. I took in his rich scent and we settled into a rhythm, the barn lighting up with the sounds of swallowing and the smack of lips and of chewing upon mouthfuls and mouthfuls of horseshit. There was something that just tickled me about eating shit out of a freshly-evacuated colon, something unmistakable about the bodily warmth of feces that had been sitting in the small intestine, just waiting to be dug into by a hungry mouth. The stallion pushed the load entrenched in his colon out slowly, inch by inch. I moaned against his fat haunches, using my fingers to catch anything my mouth missed, popping them back in. I licked, kissed, and sucked, but most of all I swallowed. Some mouthfuls, I would chew until it was full-on liquid, and tilted my head back and swallowed, feeling the gritty mess slide down my throat and into my expectant stomach. But most of the time, I would just keep my mouth open, tongue out, and try to relax my throat, so that as much shit could slide right in, past my gums and tonsils and straight down my throat. That was definitely my favorite. I drooled as I ate, enamored with the sensation of being a real horseshit toilet. I flushed frequently, swallowing big mouthfuls. I've only finished a stallion's full gutload a few times, and usually I have to edge for a pretty long time to get hungry enough. Today was one of those days. I swallowed and swallowed, losing count around sixteen or seventeen mouthfuls. But I continued to eat as eagerly as the stallion could force his bowel movement into my ready mouth, so I ate. I ate and ate, and made sure I wasn't jacking off until after I had completely finished the meal he gifted me. I hoped he would piss later, too. Animal urine is a great chaser to animal shit. I had some stored away under my bed in airtight mason jars, which I made sure to play with whenever I had alone time. "Mmm." I continued moaning as I ate. His tail swished again. He winked around my lips. I put my arms around his hindquarters and encouraged him, planting another set of sloppy kisses against his rear. Another clump of shit pressed against my lips, and I opened them, sucking in the contents. "Khhp gohng, hndhsmh." I murmured through a mouthful of warm shit. And he did. The minutes flew, and my knees buckled, exhausted from balancing on the tacky stepladder. Maybe if I grew nice and tall after puberty, I could just stand behind him, and wouldn't need the stepladder. I hoped, silently. Still, I continued to eat, mouthful after mouthful of rancid waste slipping into my stomach. I was getting full, but feeding time wasn't really about my pleasure, it was about performing a service. And a toilet that couldn't even take one measly bowel movement was a poor one, so I opened my mouth nice and wide to continue to take big gulps of slippery, slimy horseshit. I wanted to be the absolute best toilet I could be for this stud. My little cock throbbed as I felt the weight of my mouthfuls added to the pot. I began moaning openly. "Mmmf." "Mmmaufff." "Mmgh." I gulped and gulped. My stomach must've distended a little bit. It felt like I had swallowed well over four or five liters of horseshit, but I kept going somehow. My stomach was full-to-bursting. I thought about the sewage swishing around in there, my stomach aching and grumbling loudly, struggling to digest once-passed waste. I was happy to have my stomach be that second pass. I swallowed another thick mouthful. I wished I could just eat forever. My throat was totally coated in horseshit. I couldn't taste or smell anything else. I loved it. My little cock ached. I wanted to jack off so badly while enjoying the feeling of just being fed, but I abstained. I was a toilet first and foremost. I held my mouth open again, letting another chunk just slide past my throat. Then I opened wide, and let my mouth fill completely before committing to one massive gulp. Mmm. The flow of sewage slowed down. I let out a big sigh of relief. I was stuffed. My stomach gurgled, uncomfortably full. I sucked any scads of shit off the horse's ass, and took another deep breath against his massive, thick haunches. I was almost done... "Let's clean you out, big boy..." I dipped three fingers into the horse's round, sloppy hole easily, rotating them around to dislodge any stray clumps of shit. I treated my hand like toilet paper. I brought my hand, coated in horseshit, to my mouth and sucked it clean. Then, I repeated with four fingers. Finally, I slowly dipped my fist in, inch by inch, and used my hand to collect the chunks of shit I encountered. I licked my hands and arm clean, popping the horseshit chunks into my mouth, and repeated this several times, until my forearm came out clean. I made sure to lick the underneath of my nails clean, and ate out any bits stuck inbetween my fingers. "Mmm." Tired, I slumped meekly against his haunches, easily strong enough to support my weight. My cheek rubbed against his butt and I closed my eyes and took in that wonderful, lusty horse odor once more. I fondled his hole with my tongue for a few more minutes, and kissed it one more time before finally resigning myself to cleaning up for the evening. "Thank you so much for the meal, handsome." Yeah, I was a freak. I stepped off the ladder and wiped my face clean with a stray shit rag, and then removed the shit-smeared stepladder. Immediately, my foot made contact with still-warm droppings. I reached down and rubbed the runny horseshit into them. They were sore from standing in place for so long. I didn't care. I was in love with the scent. I burped. My erection jumped when I tasted it. "That was delicious, handsome." I nuzzled my face against his neck. He nuzzled back intuitively. I exited the barn, closing the door quietly behind me. The moon shone brightly outside. I would eat from the same source again that weekend, twice. Another would be bagged and snuck once more into the bathroom, where I would play with it excitedly, trying to force some firmer chunks into my own asshole. I tried to get more and more in. The idea of being filled from both ends with horseshit made me horny. Finally back in my bedroom, I took out a mason jar underneath the bed. It was one of over a dozen, all filled with varying quantities and colors of horse piss. It had been collected some days ago. I didn't keep count, just made sure to fill them up whenever one was available, and I drank from the darkest ones on the nights I was the most horny. I drank three full jars, finally adding some necessary liquid to wash away the horseshit clinging to my sewerpipe throat. I jacked off, finishing just as I swallowed one last big gulp. My little cock throbbed quietly, producing the tiniest pinprick of clear liquid. I drifted off to sleep, still coated in globs of horseshit. I could wash the sheets tomorrow. I felt like I ought to smell like horseshit. I had farm sewage breath. I lulled away peacefully while my body worked overnight to digest the massive dinner I had been fed. Maybe tomorrow, I could visit the pigs. I had the entire weekend to myself. ----------------------------------------------------------------[END] If you enjoyed this story, feel free to e-mail me at rottweilertoilet@gmail.com with feedback, compliments and criticisms, or to share your own story. Thank you for reading; hope you enjoyed the ride.