Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2013 00:54:19 +0200 From: Piggietail Subject: Matthew and Peter 03 (scat) The following story is purely fictional. Please read it legally - be of a legal age and in a legal place. Any similarity in plot or resemblance to a real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Please do not copy and/or publish this story without expressed permission from the author. Thanks :) Please be aware that an archive of this size needs your donations to be kept alive and offer the pleasure of reading to you and many others. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I forgot to mention that you should only be reading the set of Matthew- and-Peter-stories if you like scat and scatplay. The protagonists of these chapters are looking for this everywhere and also have no inhibition involving a horse into their becoming of sexual age. Have fun reading this ;-) Matthew and Peter 03 The last two lessons Peter's thoughts circled about what we had experienced. He really had to find out who was able to produce such a big turd and how he has done that ... Who was that skinny boy with blond curls? Why was he always staring at him searchingly as if he knows something that Peter did not know? When he sniffed his hands he he still got the earthy smell of the monster sausage and his thoughts drifted back to the experience in the stall while again his 'hobby' was erecting between his legs. After class, he could not resist making his way home through the boys toilet. He looked again into the stall - to his astonishment, the toilet bowl was empty and clean - as if the monster turd had never located there! He took a fast look in the other cabins, but he was not mistaken in the door - the shit loaf was gone! He went home puzzled. After he had done his homework he felt like the roof of his room would fall on his head and decided to take a walk out in the fields that began behind his parents house. Like very often before his way passed by a property with a house and a horse gate. Sometimes there was a family in the house spending the weekend, but most of the time no one was there except a brown stallion standing alone in the gate. On previous occasions Peter had observed that in the morning, a farmer from the neighbourhood came by and supplied the horse with food and cleaned out the small barn in which the horse could take shelter. During the day the animal was alone and reacted happy about random people passing by the fence that bordered the property against a small path leading through the fields. He took up the habit to bring something with him when visiting the stallion - an apple, a handful of grass or a piece of dry bread which he took with him from home. Close to the fence, a trunk was lying in the grass – when he had time the took it as a seat and regarded the stallion. Today he brought an apple which he had picked from a tree on his way. When he arrived at the gate the stallion already looked expectantly over the fence. Peter offered him the apple to the animal ate happily. Then it put his head back over the fence and peered at Peter as if it wanted more apples. Instead, Peter stroked the stallion on his velvety nose – he liked the nose because of its softness – he thought that the rest of the horses fur was rather bristly. The stallion seemed to like the way he was touched - he held his head still, and each time when Peter's hand touched his nostrils, he pressed them against his hand. This went on for quite a while until Peter suddenly heard kind of a clapping noise from under the horses belly. At the same time, the stallion arched his back and grunted with a wrinkled nose. Peter wondered about what had happened - and again he heard the clapping sound as the horse slowly turned to the right. Then he saw what it was: the stallion was sporting an erection and the clapping sound was caused by twitching of that huge penis that made it hit against the horses belly – Peter was surprised by the enormous size. Just now the stallion was casually walking with his boner swinging from one side to the other into the right corner of the gate. Over there towered a sizable mountain of horse droppings. As he saw nowhere else lying any horse droppings around, Peter assumed that it probably acted as a kind of toilet place for the horse. At the bottom of the mountain the feces already disintegrated while on the top of the pile were still quite fresh pieces of horse dung. Arriving at the droppings the horse lowered his head and sniffed the lumps that were lying on the top. Peter observed that the stallion touched the lumps formed by his shit with his lips and moved them around sniffing at them. As he did so his erection the horse against his stomach – every time this happened the animal rose its tail a bit up. After examining the pile for a while, the stallion made a stiff step forward so that his boner was hanging just above of the mountain of horse droppings. By making this step he set his back legs wide apart. For a moment nothing happened, but then suddenly a massive stream of dark yellow horse piss splattered on the droppings. The liquid splashed off in all directions and flowed down in small streams on all sides of the mountain. For Peter this lasted like an eternity until the piss-stream finally cut off and the horse went away from his toilet. After a few steps he turned around and moved back to the mountain. Again the stallion pushed his now moist manure with the nose back and forth, sniffing and grunting softly with greater interest than before. While doing this, his erection grew again and hit its belly several times. Then the stallion snorted and walked away from the pile towards Peter. He poked his head through the gate and Peter saw a greasy mixture of horse shit and piss hung on the animal's nose – even as the sight of the horses boner, seeing the horse playing around with its dung and seeing the massive piss flood drove Peter to a rock hard erection, he felt no desire to touch that dirty nostrils. The two stood for a moment before each other, then the stallion nodded his head and walked to the end of the gate where his hay was stored. Peter was thinking back: He was not only able to arouse the stallion by folding his nose. The animal obviously had pleasure in playing and sniffing his own shit. Up to now the smell of shit normally his own, but occasionally the smell of other peoples shit, had an exiting effect on him. The rubbing and stretching of a big turd pushing out of his asshole combined with the stink excited him so much that he immediately had to take care of his seven inches boner. This morning in the stall the sight and touching the giant loaf of shit and its smell nearly drove him out of control. The Boner that actually itched again in his pants spoke for itself - if someone would come along the way, he would certainly see the thick bulge forming at Peters crotch. Hectically he looked around at all sides if he was still alone. Then he moved his boner to a more comfortable position making it pointing to his left front pants pocket. He put his left hand in this pocket and began to rub his cock through the pockets fabric. His 'handicraft work' didn't happen unnoticed - the stallion had left his food and again poked his head over the fence - his nose was dry now, only around the nostrils there were still showing some light brown marks. Which effect would the smell of horse shit have on him? He rubbed his hand on the nostrils, then he led them to his nose and sniffed - he immediately felt a tingling feeling in his stomach and his erection hardened even more. He urgently had to move it again to make the tightness of his trousers more comfortable. Peter apparently needed for too long for that because the stallion turned away from him and walked stiffly back to the pile of horse apples. Peter followed him this time going along the fence, curious to see what would happen. Like the times before the stallion lowered his head and sniffed the shit on top of the pile. Meanwhile, his tail raised slowly - then he suddenly rose his tail up high and stepped, accompanied by a few loud farts, stiff-legged over the pile so that his butt was positioned over it. In this motion, he had to walk slight curve to go so that he was standing with his backside showing directly to Peter, who was standing only ten feet away. For a moment the stallion was standing with his tail standing upright, then he turned his tail to the side – like a brown curtain the hair went aside and Peter was offered an exciting view. As a country boy he was used to horse droppings being a common sight, and he had often seen how they were produced as he couldn't look away when it occasionally happened, but such an exclusive look at the ass of a horse he never got offered before. Fascinated, he watched the two broad, muscular buttocks that ended up in a triangle of black skin under the tail. Surrounded by a big corona of deep wrinkles a muscular, strong, tight asshole was sitting in the middle of the triangle. Right now the wrinkled skin was pushing out rapidly with the sphincter swelling up. A hand in his pants, he saw the appearing of a black, thick bulge on which the sphincter was sitting still clenched. The movement came to a halt and the skin around the tensed muscular ring tensed so much under the pressure that it got a pinkish colour where Peter recognized a bulging texture under the skin. Then the stallion grunted and pushed the bulge out even further - in this movement, the sphincter opened and Peter could see light brown chunks of horse shit in it. The asshole bulged out even more while opening widened to the diameter of a baseball. In the asshole was wedged an aggregation of chunks that formed the opening into a highly irregular shape. He saw the bulgy structure of this turd continuing under overstretched skin of the bulging out asshole. Some parts of it were so stretched that he saw the skin shimmering pink over the lumps. The stallions asshole seemed to have widened to its maximum diameter as the movement stagnated once more as if the mess of balled horse dung was too thick. Nervously fingering his hardon Peter thought that the asshole of the boy who made the monster turd at school might probably look at as monstrous as his actual sight. Then he noticed that the stallion had turned his head watching him - the animal made a nodding motion grunting at him before he continued further to push out his shit. Peter watched transfixed as the stallions asshole stretched out into a grotesque hose as the turd of chunky horse dung oozed out. The texture of chunks could be clearly seen moving under the stretched skin before they came out of the hole and fell to the ground in thick lumps. The irregular contour of the sausage forced the assholes opening into irregular forms and even stretched it to a larger diameter when thicker chunks passed through - in such moments, the stallion snorted out loud. A large bucket of shit had oozed out of the horse's ass as the last chunk fell from the swollen pink opening - through the gaping hole a part of the colon was pushed to the outside. Then the stallion squeezed his asshole and the intestines skin formed kind of a pink rose fluffing up a brief moment before being pulled back into the horses ass with a slippery-wet sound while the stallion grunted out loud. Then he took a step forward and turned to his fresh droppings. With lively interest he sniffed his fresh shit. He took the chunks with his lips and slid them back and forth as if he would sort them. Each chunk of these had a size that Peter would call an impressive shit if he would have made it. After sniffing for a while the stallion looked to Peter with shit smeared on his nose – that was the moment when peter had a huge orgasm in his pants. The stallion looked interested the boy trembling in excitement - as Peter calmed the animal went away to eat again. Peter looked around guilty - there was no one else to see. He went back home through the fields with his underwear soaking wet ...