Date: Tue, 18 Apr 2017 22:54:22 -0700
From: Rottweiler Toilet <rottweilertoilet@gmail.com>
Subject: Fed From a Stallion

*Fed From a Stallion*

(m/beast) [Gay]: Bestiality; Scat; Watersports

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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.

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