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Fudge Camp

Day 2

Authored and all characters by Kyllistin

Discalimer:

(((If you do not know what to expect by now, there is no hope for you. Nevertheless, here is your second warning. The story that follows contains sexual acts between multiple male anthropomorphic characters, following a continuous scat and watersports theme.)))

Eightball was not the first in the room to stir when morning came. Through the night, a great heap of tangled bodies slept away, lulled and comforted by the constant gurgling of their collective insides. It made a squishy lullaby amid the heavy breathing and wandering paws, feet, and noses through the long hours of the night. The stallion remembered putting his face down on the twin pillows of someone's rump to go to sleep on, and now the squeaking breezes of morning farts were waking him up as they squirt into his wide horsey nostrils. The ass was fur covered but it was too dark to tell who or what this person was. The problem with everyone sharing their excretions is that after a while you can't tell one species from another by scent alone. He happily tucked his nose into the furry crevice and snoozed. Before long he could feel something stirring between his legs, but it was not himself. The curious little movements continued for several long moments until he figured out what was going on. Seems he was not the only fur to go to sleep face-to-groin that night. Eightball could not help but smile, shifting ever so slightly to leg his orbs rest on the eyes of some dreaming fur, the little shifts caused by his REM state of sleep. What wonderful dreams to have, he mused, with your face up a horses butt and his nuts giving you goggles.

The early hours wore on, the sunlight outside the large tent making the inside nice and cozy. Scents of the leftover waste and cum mixed with the bracing pungent odor of unwashed bodies started to permeate heavily. Before long the lighter sleepers were up and while a few quietly slipped outside, others were already licking paws, groins, and pits, enjoying the appetizers made by the bodies of their fellow campers. Eightball woke up thirsty and cotton-mouthed, hazy memories of lasts nights game of "Enema Truth or Dare" and several bottles of booze swimming achingly up behind his eyes. He glanced about, seeing the empty and near empty bottles dumped across the room and the discarded personal douches that always reminded him of a miniature turkey baster. The game was simple enough, like regular Truth or Dare, only your Dare meant that you took a shot of booze up the tailpipe and then blasted it right into the mouth of the person taking the challenge.

Giving his pillow a few adoring licks in thanks for its services, Eightball started to untangle himself from the arms and legs of the sleepers in his pile. Most everyone was stirring now, and already the sounds of farts, licking, moaning, and swallowing were rousing even the deepest sleepers. The equines bladder filled him with that sense of urgency he found so arousing in the morning, and already his cock was sliding from its sheath. Nice and heady smelling with days and days worth of sweat and musk, for even at home he almost never washed his cock. Yes indeed, that smell was his favorite cologne. Often he drove his truck with his fly open and the heat on, just to bask in it.

"Okay boys, who wants their morning juice?" he grinned, several sets of ears perking and tails waving at the prospect of starting off the day with the ever coveted richness of the 'first piss'.

"Oh me!"

"I want some!"

"Hehe, sure!"

Eightball looked at the volunteers and smiled broadly. All three of them messy from the previous days play. There was a blonde headed otter whose bright eyes were far too perky for this time of morning, a fox whose coat was usually firey orange but was now stained almost completely brown, and a skunk that looked as though his entire chest and tummy had buckets of sloppy mess poured on him.

"Ok then- all on your knees in a row." The horse grinned wickedly, and let out that tellale sigh that every man makes before letting his essence fly. The three furs scrambled hastily to get into place, noses up and mouths open looking like a clutch of baby birds waiting to be fed. Eightball flicked the little 'bean' of dried cum that sometimes plugs up a stallions urethra from the gel their body makes used for sealing up a mares sex after breeding. It bounced off the foxes nose, who tried to snap it out of the air but missed. Then the hot spray came, deep yellow and full of the unused nutrients, dead cells, and bodily toxins to make a cocktail of bitter-salty goodness. His piss carried an extra richness and sweet taste from all of last nights burbon as well. Holding his cock by the base, watching the eager faces as his stream waved back and forth across three mouths and covered their faces with urine. Their soaked furry faces dripped onto their bodies and the floor while the stud let them have it like a garden hose, the pattering sound of piss hitting fur and the rising watery pitch as it filled their mouths three times apiece. By now the fur whose rear he had been sleeping on, a small zebra, had gotten out his video camera and was recording the fun. Eightball took it from him and held it to his cock so the bottom of the image caught his flare and the hot gold stream feeding the three thirsty campers. After handing it back to the zebra, who began to eagerly film the trio as they fell about each other, licking faces, grinding paws into crotches, and getting ready for some prebreakfast fun he gave him an appraising look. The striped little hoss had a narrow chest, soft features and bright innocent eyes.

"Aren't you a little short for a camper?" but paused and winked at him, "Forget I asked, an come see me sometime tonight." Then the horse pulled on his dingy cutoff sweatpants and walked out into the light, blinking in the midmorning sun and looking about the camp.

Most campers he saw were shuffling along towards the lodge, some of them with a little bit of the ass-fucked hobble to their step. Others took long steps with a brisk, relaxed stride, glowing from the days early sexual conquests. Eightball surveyed the hungry furs and marked most of them as veterans like himself, about half of them had showered themselves off so to start all over again decorating themselves with messy fun. The others, like him, went 'as is' and were all more or less the same colors of sludgy browns and yellows. Hoofing it towards the lodge, he fell in step with the other vets and newcomers alike, many of them knowing that the more and more often you ate, and ate right, the more mess your body would be able to produce. As they filed in to the aptly named MESS HALL, they found many campers already eating (and sometimes playing with) their food. MESS food was fairly unique in this dining hall, Eightball glanced at the menus on the wall, categorized by the kinds of dumps you were likely to have from the result of eating them. There were recipes that would make you backed up and give you huge compacted shits, dining tips for the loose wet messy movements, and a list of items that made you gassy enough to give you cramps before blowing your buddies nose off with a scent foul enough to blister paint and wet enough make you check your shorts afterwards. The horse did not know what time it was, and frankly didn't much care. While he was here, nothing else mattered but having a good time and the outside world simply ceased to be. Breakfast type food was still being served but it looked as though the staff was getting ready to break the bar down so they could start setting up for lunch.

"Load me up." Was all he said when it came his turn, and the staff gladly scooped up the eggs, meats, hash potatoes, and French toast sticks onto his plate. Satisfied that the quantity and weight of the plate would keep his body up to speed for his stay, Eightball then went and found a seat with his leonine partner.

"How's the food?"

"Tastes like shit of course!" the lion grinned, dipping a clawed finger in a nearby bowl of what looked and smelled to be like whipped feces mixed with butter that he spread onto his eggs and licked the finger clean.

"Get any trick sausages?" the horse asked, knowing of the staffs instructions to disguise bits of scat and mix it in with the regular food.

"Nope, just got last nights fun still on my cock. How'd you do?" he grinned.

"Hard to say for sure..." Eightball replied, trying to think back through the fog of the drunken revelry. He could remember drinking shots of booze out of the skunks ass, the firey liquid further stimulating his senses as the skunk added a bit of his own natural stinks. He remembered using red balled douche on himself, pumping shots into his own ass for others to suck out. And then... growling and twisting, butts getting filled and then fed into eager mouths. Cocks getting stuffed into mouths and tailholes regardless of how dirty they were and then licked clean to a polished shine... again and again until they had all passed out. "...but it was a good night." His partner gruffed amusedly and grabbed the equines junk roughly, making him grunt.

"Hope you saved some for me!" he growled with a menacing grin.

"Oh, I think I know better." He chuckled and started eating, biting into his first sausage and feeling it squish in a very un-meat like manner. Then he smeared the bitten end off on his lips, and gave the lion a kiss. Making out with him and grinding his mouth on the other males. Sliding his tongue across the greasy mix of meat and scat and then smearing it on his buddys mouth. Finally he broke the kiss and gave him a dirty peck on the cheek, leaving a lip-shaped mark.

The horse ate his fill, recharging his supply of raw materials to be used for the fun and games later, once his body finished with them. Licking the rest from his lips, Eightball went for a walk. He wandered about the grounds sampling the sights, sounds, and especially the smells. He passed the outdoor showers and saw several furs scrubbing themselves clean. Eightball watched them for a while, but didn't see the point of it. Getting dirty initially was fun, but nothing beat a five or six day funk in a place like this. He rubbed his own member, still caked with mess and sweaty, digging his fingers in the soft folds of skin under the equine flare and licking the cheesy greasy residue from his fingers. Yeah... that was a man's smell!

A clopping sound approached him from behind and he felt a broad muzzle nudge on his backside.

"Hey there prettyboy." A deep rumbling voice intoned to him. Turning, Eightball found himself looking at a full size feral horse speaking to him.

He grinned and at the chestnut colored stallion walking by with a leash in his teeth. On the end of that leash was an otter. There was no telling what color his fur was originally because he was so filthy that it covered every inch of his body. He was greenish and moist from head to toe.

"Hey yourself, pony." Taking a whiff on the air as they went by, he could tell that the otter was a shitslave for the weekend. He grinned and followed them along for a bit. They had not taken ten steps when an ominous gurgling was heard from the stallions belly. He groaned and jerked on the leash. With a surprised squeal the otter stumbled forward against the stallions large rear. Eightball took a step back and stroked himself as the fun ensued.

A blowy wet shart hit the otter full in the face. He gagged and got down on his knees obediently, sporting a messy hardon himself. The big feral spread his legs and squatted right there in broad daylight. The otter opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and laid his ears back. Diarrhea exploded in a hot nasty fountain from the equines flowering pucker. A flood of the liquid shit, carrying tiny blobs of semisolid filth hit the otter from chin to tummy. It sprayed and burbled wetly while the stallion sweated, gritting his teeth and groaning from the violent release of his overactive bowel.

Eightball was stroking himself, inhaling deeply as the scent filled the air. It was hot, earthy and oat-like, and had a scent reminiscent of burned sugar. Seems the stud went on a special diet for just this effect, and the results were both potent and putrid. The otter swallowed and gagged as another slurry of the hot messy soup rained down on him. The slave wore it like a fresh coat of paint, dripping from his eartips to his bent knees in the yellowish-green waste. Masturbating furiously with a wet sloppy pawful and eating the stallions ass clean while it flexed outward against his tongue and farts sprayed his face with saucy squirts from his diarrhitic guts.

"Aaaaahh.. damn. That hoss looks like he enjoyed the show. Hey kid, go give him an invitation." The otter wiped filth from around his eyes and scooped sloppy piles of it from where it gathered on his thighs. The horse walked him over to where Eightball was leaning against the tree, working his pipe. The otter knelt in front of him and coated the stallions cock with the ferals messy bowel. He licked and kissed the stallions flare, nuzzling and sucking on the tip in a way that showed he had had some training just to please horse cocks. Eightball shudder with delight and watched as the otter turned his pole into a glistening tower of hot horse feces.

"Ah shit.. what's the invitation to?" He hurr'd and snorted, bucking his hips to pump that thick cocktip in and out of the otters mouth. The big stud gave the leash another tug and the otter turned around, his tail up and exposing a very dirty and very well used hole.

Without a second thought, Eightball guided his cock into the shitslave, feeling himself squish not only from the ferals diarrhea but also the cum and mess already packed into the otters rump. Grabbing the smaller furs hip he slammed his length in deeply, guessing that this little trick was already taking it in the ass from his big beastial master.

Hot cum and filth oozed from the otters hole as it got stuffed, making him moan loudly. For this display he got another tug on the leash.

"This isn't for you, toiletwhore! Get to work on that stud and make him blow a nice wad!" the command was barked by the gruff bass voice of his master. With a soft moan the otter started to buck his own hips back and forth, impaling himself with a practiced rhythm on Eightballs cock. The sloshing sticky mess felt wonderful. Soft, gritty and yielding as he pumped his dick in and out of the hot messy ass. "This is my invitation to you stud. Should I have a need for you and my slave isn't around, you are invited serve my diarrhitic ass. That's the price for giving my boy to you for this hot messy fuck."

"Ghrrummff... sounds.. fair!" Eightball gasped, clutching the otters bubble butt and driving himself harder and deeper into him. He fucked the little willing slaveboy with gusto. Panting and savoring the nasty smells and the lurid wet squelch as he felt foreign seed and waste creeping into his sheath and urethra even as he added his own contribution. Before long he was whinnying and shooting his load into the otter while the feral horse watched with a grin and a thick erection slapping his belly. No sooner had Eightball pulled his own cock free to admire the mess and lick his dirty fingers than the otter was under the horse and nursing on the larger dribbling meat.

"I'm Eightball.. guess I'll have the pleasure to look forward to later mister..."

"Scout." The stud groaned, the otter was well trained indeed and it was clear he served this particular horse on a regular bases, familiar with all his best spots. "That toilet... nnh, just call him... Grasstain." The stallion spread his legs out and leaned his neck forward, shaking his mane with a long moan of release. Eightball could see his cock pumping and throbbing as the otter was forced to drink down shot after shot of the thick seed. His cheeks bulged obscenely around the fat flare as the equine fed him more than he could take. White drool spurted from Grasstains mouth and got his face even messier with the excess cum that his master delivered.

Eightball left the two of them to continue or finish, enjoying the smells of the horses loose messy bowels wafting up from his cock and mingling with the funk of his own unwashed balls. Before long he could hear an electric buzzing sound. It was a curious thing to hear out in the woods, and it wasn't a vibrator either. Poking around and following his ears, he soon came across a bench and a table. The form of a massive bull was hunched over and was holding a pen-like instrument with a long line running to some machinery. He would pause, then return to his work often making the other individual moan on the table.

The stallion got closer and watched, a bit puzzled to find this bull running a tattoo salon in the middle of the fudge camp. He got closer, seeing the work on the back of a prone dolphin who was making the soft grunts and groans while the bull worked the needle on his lower back.

"Getting tramp stamped?" Eightball chuckled. The bull just grinned while the dolphin nodded between deep breaths.

"Yeah, it's my first camp so.. nngh! I want a good souvenier!"

The horse noticed the sign set up by the little operation, a simple piece of torn cardboard from a pizza box with dark marker writing out the words "GET YOUR SHIT INKED HERE" on it. Eightball watched, thinking about it for a moment while the dolphin was getting with the sweeping tribal marks of the classic stamp.

The bull snorted and went to refill his cartridge, pouring a generous amount of black ink into a bowl and then scooping a finger full of scat from a plate and mixing it into the ink itself. It was soft and light brown, and the horse could tell it was the dolphins as similar colored streaks adorned his rump under the long fat tail. The bull went back to work after blending the two components together into a liquid form.

Eightball shook his head in wonderment, watching the dolphin receive a marvelous tattoo made in part from his own waste!

Fingers curled into his mane tightly from behind.

"I've got you now. No more running away." A familiar voice growled in a low purr. The hoss shuddered and flicked his tail back at the offender teasingly.

"Well you better find a way to keep me from running off if that's how you want it." He chuckled and tugged his hair in that strong grasp.

"Good idea." The lion just slapped him hard on the ass with his other hand and stalked away from the bull and his business. He pulled Eightball along backwards at a march, straight back past the lodge and up the hill. Looking towards his destination he saw that a couple was finishing up on the toilet-like feeder seats.

The feeder was some mix breed of dog, and he had just finished dropping a big load of messy soft-serve onto his friends face. It was impossible to tell who this other friend was exactly, looked like a mouse or perhaps a rat, maybe even a possum. They were so utterly painted from ears to tail in dark grimy filth that they seemed like they were made from the stuff.

The lion pushed Eightballs face under his tail, waiting for the other couple to leave and hoping they would not bother to clean up first.

"Get licking, horsey!" he growled, flexing his rear and blowing a great loud fart right up Eigthballs nose. He heard his friend cough and felt the soft tongue dig between his cheeks and lather him up from balls to tailhole.

"Ugh.. damn Luke. What you been eating?" he said between tonguefulls of sweaty musky lion ass. He curled his tongue upwards and scooped across the lions dingy hole. Sucking the tart flavors from it, nice and fresh from that expulsion of gas.

"Someshit, I dunno." Luke gruffed, waving his tail and letting his arousal build up. The couple up on the feeders chair were taking their time, the canine getting his own share of filth from the rodent as they embraced each other, grinding their filthy bodies into each other. The lion felt his own insides tremble and his sphincter start to give and loosen under the probing strokes of the horses tongue. "Ghrrrfff!! Fuck you're good at that...." He resumed anal tightness with a supreme effort of will, clenching back at the horses eager intrusions. "Come on."

Leading the way, the lion pushed Eightball face first down under the toilet seat. The horse was on his front, and Luke pushed his face down into the pile of fresh dog shit that lay on the ground steaming. The horse moaned and his partner grinned, sliding his own fierce erection under the studs tail and pushing his tip lewdly at the entrance.

Rubbing his buddys face in the pile of horrid smelling waste, Luke penetrated the hot winking gate below the hoss' tail and started to piss inside him. Like a hot firehose the liquid sprayed and started to fill Eightball up with a most lewd enema. Luke groaned deeply, closing his eyes and tucking his chin to his chest, the tightness of the horses rump made him have to push the hot urine through to keep the flow going. Between deep breaths he flicked his tail and forced the contents of his bladder into the gray steeds rear.

The horse could only moan and try not to squirm lest he lose any of that hot bloating feel in his guts. The piss swirled and churned amid the contents baking in the horses bowels while he had his face and nose rubbed in the doggie-doo. When the great flood of hot lion essence began to ebb, he felt his friend thrust forward, hard. Grunting as his ring stretched to accommodate the thick lion cock and feeling trickles of warm piss running from his burning asshole.

"Nnnh, fuck me hard, babe.." the stallion groaned, but the lion needed no invitation. He started to jam and thrust his prick into those leaky bowels hard and fast. Each drive pushing the studs nose into the gooey slick pile of dog shit on the ground, forcing its scent further up his nostrils. He groaned and it got in his mouth too, clinging to his tongue and behind him the lions hips slapped his ass over and over again.

"Do it... shit all over me, try and push it out while I ram this gorgeous butt!!" Luke growled deeply, looking down to watch the murky piss dribble off his own cock while it mixed with the mess inside the stallion. Eightball groaned a sloppy wet groan and he felt the horses insides tighten and push. It felt great to fuck against that extra pressure, fighting those muscles and forcing those walls open with his throbbing, needy member. Claws teased across the horses back, making him whinny and his hips buck up. There was a gurgling wet sound and then Eightballs ass opened and a blast of shitty lion urine sprayed on his navel and his nuts.

Luke groaned loudly and fucked his friend harder, pushing his body up against that ass as it pushed out sloppy pasty horse shit mixed with the lions own heavily scented urine. The pungent gold fluid turned green as the brownish gritty shit coated his dick and made hmm fuck harder still. He panted hard, sweating over the stud while he raptured in the feel of that nasty mess coating his cock while he pumped it in and out of that flexing, clenching, winking horse hole.

"Aaahh yeah!! This is what shitting is for!!" He bellowed, slapping sounds heard while Luke beat his cock roughly inside Eightballs ass. The gritty slimy filth was making it all too much for him to last much longer. Her chuffed and groaned, wanting to feel his thick solid staff reaming back and forth in his friends filth forever. The sounds and smells made it all so deliciously vile. Luke was cumming even before the convulsions hit him, fighting and fighting to make it last. Closing his eyes he fucked slowly as his body jerked so hard it made him stammer while gasping through deep moans, the intensity wracking his body and left him making ridiculous faces.

Eightball sighed deeply as the lion started to cum. Finally adding those creamy spurts of seed to mix with all the nastyness inside his bowels. The horse hurrrrr'd deeply, wriggling his abused and messy butt back against the feline.

Luke pulled out and a hot gush of cum, piss, and scat plopped out in wet sloopy splats down Eightballs nuts and onto the ground between his spread legs. The lion flipped him over and strapped his arms and legs to the leather cuffs on the pavement. He also slipped a leather band up under his chin, keeping his head up so that he could not look down at his own body. Then he quickly sat himself up on the throne, his ass hovering inches from the horses face.

"Time for lunch." He purred softly, pushing on his insides and farting another great breeze into the horses face. The lions ring started to expand, and he felt an eager muzzle pushing around his cleft, snorting and sucking in those scents. With a grin, the feline reached out with his footpaw and started to tease the horses junk. His toes slid on the greasy pole, curling and dragging up along the belly of that fat horse cock. He purred and grunted, loosing his bowel while the thick foalmaker pulsed and throbbed needily under his footpads.

The horse was in pure heaven. Tied, teased, and now getting a facefull of that awful stuff he couldn't help but love. He watched entranced as that ring spread open and the dark tip of the brown shit poked through the opening. He was close enough to put his mouth over Luke's anus if he wanted to, but he watched that first thick log slide out first. He could hear the slick noise as that log was pushed from those insides. The smell of it drowning his sense of smell with that rich earthy musk. Licking his lips, the horse lay his head back on the ground and just let the log grow and grow, dangling from his buddys rear until gravity made it break and plop down across his muzzle with a wet slap.

Luke heard his friend groan though he wasn't sure if it was from the dump he was taking or the workings of his paws. He had both feet forward now, dragging them up and down the messy length of horse cock. Growling and holding steady on the toiletseat with his hands, the lovely feel of release coursing through his body while he gave Eightballs member a nice firm push with his foot, pinning it to his body and dragging his pawpads up and down, grinding on it while the horse squirmed and precum shot upwards onto his body.

Luke noticed an observer standing by with a video camera, and beckoned the voyeuristic zebra to come closer. The second equine gave a broad grin and the lion curled his fingers through the bristly brushy mane and hushed softly while bending his face down to that messy feline cock.

The zebra used his hands first, fingering the spent member and rubbing some of the filth into the surrounding fur. Luke growled and pushed his face down into his crotch, and the zebra happily went to town with his mouth too. The cock was coated in generous portions of cum, filth, and urine. The young stud stroking his own erection while serving the lions needs for a good cleaning. He swallowed the bits of Eightballs shit that stuck to the felines fur, licked down into his sheath and got a salty mouthful of piss that gathered in there, sucking it out greedily.

Meanwhile Eightball basked in the warmth of fresh shit all over his face. This was what the horse liked the most. Like a fresh baked loaf, pushed and formed out of the lions ass and right down onto him. He loved the heat on his face, almost like a relaxing mud facial mask. Were his hands free, he would press it flat on his cheeks and rub it all over his mouth, nose, and face. But all he could do was be an obedient toilet right now. Eightball took a deep breath and pushed his lips up to close around that anus. It was twitching and winking again, getting ready for another dump. He washed the ring with his tongue, kissing lewdly while Lukes rumpcheeks did the job of mushing that first heavy log into his face. Grinding his hips, gunting as the lions paw came down firmly on his cock again, making it swell and throb heatedly. The horse fucked his messy dick between the lions splayed toes, shivering whenever those claws would unsheathe and tease his length. He licked with a will up at the lions dirty hole, his tongue scooping up the dregs of that first shit. Luke was bearing down and pushing again, this next log widening his hole and making him groan with effort. In his mouth, Eightball felt that ring blossom wide and started to coax out the thick turd with his tongue. He drew it back into his mouth, further and further it worked back into his muzzle. The meal leaving dark streaks on his tongue while Luke groaned and fought to keep it going, this shit was too big and splendid to pinch off so he worked up a fine sweat trying to keep it all going without breaking. Toes curled around the bell of the stallions flare and the sensation proved to be too much.

Eightball jerked and squirmed in his bonds, the long fat mess sliding to the back of his throat where he started swallowing it. His concentration nearly lost as he creamed Lukes footpaws with sticky milky cum. The equines balls twitched and the flare spat thick dollops of his seed, so much that it started to leak through the lions toes and dribble up across his ankles. Finally the huge messy log of shit gave in, breaking near its end and sliding down the horses throat where he continued swallowing it whole. He could feel it pushing and sliding down to his belly, a hot fat mass of squishy solids coiling in his stomach as he fought to push it all the way down.

Luke was panting too, rubbing his messy footpaw all over the horses spent cock, making it glisten and shine wetly with the stringy gooey load of jizz that had erupted from it. Soon, however he felt that greedy tongue lapping at his tailbud. Soft strokes from the wide moist organ giving him such sweet feelings as it ministered to his backside. His toilet did a fine job cleaning him afterwards, munching with his lips along the cleft and firmly scrubbing away the streaks and clumps of filth that clung to his fur. The lion sighed languidly and slouched in the seat, wiping the sweat from his face and enjoying the tender licks and lewd kisses on his derriere. An idea was starting to take shape in his mind, and with a sinister grin he stood up and looked down into the bowl at the filthy visage of the grey horse.

'Having fun down there, pony?"

Eightball nodded, bits of shit clinging to him from ears to chin. "I could do this all day..."

The lion rumbled a deep soft purr. "Good idea. I think that's exactly what I'll let you do."

"Who was that other guy?"

"Beats me." Then he turned, and Eightball saw only the flick of his long leonine tail as Luke walked away, leaving the horse tied to the ground as a public toilet for all to use at their whim in whatever way they wished. He was in the perfect position for the feeders to come along. They tended to be of a shyer breed than Luke or his other friends, and enjoyed relieving themselves on others without wishing to get themselves dirty.

The insatiable horse serviced folks like this for a while. Acting the part of a dutiful toilet and unable to tell one ass from the next, he relaxed for the better half of the afternoon while load after load was dropped onto his face and sometimes his chest. A few times he got offers to be released but he only asked to have his right hand free so he could rub in the mess where he wanted and scoop the grime away that got too close to his eyes.

The sun was drying out the waste that clung to his fur, the sludge getting caked and brittle and making his fur stick together in unkempt little tufts. Eightball was considering letting himself out when he felt someone new rummaging around his lower extremities. A narrow tongue started to caress his semisoft shaft, and soft lips gave it kisses along it's cheesy musky length. The horse tried to look down but the chin guard made it difficult. He could see the ends of a pair of long white ears at the edge of his vision. A long soft sigh escaped him and he flexed his prostate and rear muscles making his cock throb and bounce a little. There was a soft giggling in reply and a renewed application of mouth and tongue nomming away on his messy member.

Growing stiff, Eightball fought off the temptation to release himself for fear that it might scare his new little friend off. So instead he bucked his hips and snorted, playing the part of the helpless stud while friendly paws and mouth had their way with him. The narrow mouth opened around his flare and popped over it, gulping and pushing as much horse cock it could into that muzzle. The stallion groaned as the hot little tongue dug the filth and smegma from the divot where his pisshole lay. Up and down the soft mouth went, gradually coating him with saliva and enjoyed making a slow feast of the horses thick member.

The mouth was gone and Eightball shuddered, his sensitized throbbing horsecock bobbing in the cool late afternoon breeze. Listening intently, trying to see if he could hear what the little rabbit was doing next. He did not have to wait long, however, because soon he felt the wonderful unique feel of ass settling down over his cock. Straining to look down again, he could see the bunnies back to him while his right hand was back behind him, guiding that thick flare under his tail. Eightball pushed eagerly and the rabbit squealed a happy sound of being stretched by that formidable girth.

His insides were snug and sticky, as though they were lubed up with something the horse had never felt before. Never one to pass up a good freebie, he belted his hips upwards even as the white furred critter sank into his lap to ride. The rabbit moaned and took all of it into his sticky tight rear. Eightball grunted with pleasure and started to thrust his cock back and forth, scrubbing those insides as they clung snugly around his shaft. The longears rode in his lap happily, squealing and whimpering his pleasures while he used the tied hoss for a good long ride.

Eightball listened as the whimpering became moaning, and as his own orbs jerked and bucked upwards into the bunny he could feel the thump-thump-thump of a paw furiously masturbating. Moans turned to choked little cries of ecstasy and the sticky smooth insides tightened achingly close around his cock. Eightball felts his own pleasure soar and happily shot a full load of spunky hot horse cum up into the bunny. Surge after surge of pleasure wracked his body, making his heart pound and his vision blur. The hoss closed his eyes and just focused on staying buried as deeply as he could inside the little guy. The muscled walls of the rabbits tight ass milked him of his creamy boon, which Eigthball happily gave.

They both lay gasping but not for very long. With a little tittering giggle, the rabbit slid himself off that hot messy spire. Eightball felt his length get squeezed through that soft tight tube, his glans tugging on the slick ring of the rodents anus and pop free. In an instant the rabbit was up on the toilet, grunting and spraying the horse in the face with a mix of cum and a sweet sticky-tasting chocolaty goo. The bunnies ass frapped and spluttered lewdly, blowing the sticky mess into the horses face and more-than-willing mouth. Licking his lips and then kissing his tongue deep into that raw freshly-fucked little asshole, Eightball gave the chocolate bunny hole kiss after sweet sticky kiss. The taste of his own cock and its juices still clung freshly to the rabbits bum. When he pulled his mouth away, a final messy fart shot him in the face with a thick glob of molten candy that dribbled down his lips and cheek in a long runny stream. The bunny hopped off and went on his merry way, whistling while Eightball untied himself and stretched out.

He took a break, heading back to his tent to brush himself down and unstuck the matted knots of fur in his coat. Not that he wanted to be clean, for he would have gone to the showers for that. Instead he toweled off the big messes and combed the rest into his fur, mane, and tail. There was the Mud Bowl was coming up in a few hours and he wanted to rest up for that. He quickly fell asleep on his bedroll for the first time since arriving at the camp a day and a half ago, snoozing until dusk and happily digesting a tummy full of shit from so many donors.

When he awoke it was dark and he could hear the cheers of a distant crowd. Cursing, the stallion got up and trotted out to the arena. The glow of firelight made a distant hazy beacon for him to follow, wiping sleep from his eyes and cursing again that he missed the opening games.

Soon another cheer rent the quiet of the night and he came to an opening deep in the woods. The spas at the mudbath had been drained, and their contents shifted to a large shallow pool. The pool was divided into sections where males of all kinds were wrestling each other in knee-deep scat. Every time one was pushed off balance or the pair would topple into the filth together the assembled crowd would cheer them on for more. Half the time the pair would wind up kissing and rolling in the slimy filth or just going at it right there in front of the crowd, eliciting even more jeers and applause from the spectators in the stands. Torches and campfires lit up the perimeter and cast gleaming streaks of light over the sludgy dark brown pools.

Eightball was just in time to see two hefty bellied guys, an alligator and a bull clash into each other. Both were big toppish looking types, well muscled and even more well fed by the look of them. They grunted and drug their feet through the mess, the furrows their legs cut in the muddy filth oozing and filling in behind them. The two juxtaposed and grappled at each other, grabbing fistfuls of each others love handles and slamming their formidable bellies together with loud wet 'splaks!' that echoed across the makeshift arena. They grunted and huffed, each of them sporting a thick hardon that slid between their messy bellies when they came together. The horse watched these two for a while, fantasizing about getting caught in the middle of those soft scat-covered tummies and taking care of those twin erections for them in the process.

Eventually the stallion made his way to the stands, sitting himself down between a large bear and his companion with a shit eating grin on his face. He slung his arms around them both affectionately.

"Hey there boys, been having fun?"

The smaller of the two, a fox whose fur had been a very pristine white yesterday looked up at him with a yellow-stained smile on his face.

"Oh.. hey! Eightball, right?" He slid himself into the horses lap and leaned his head back against the bears chest, who stroked his ears fondly but kept his eyes on the performance in the pool. Eightball had only seen them briefly yesterday but could sense a change in the foxes demeanor already. Before he had been timid, questioning, and looked pretty overwhelmed. Tonight though he looked like a champion shit-eater just like so many others around them. The bear was a beast of few words, but tonight he had a few for the horse it seemed.

"Spend the night in our tent. Got a surprise for ya." He rumbled in his deep bass voice, and before the horse could answer the enigmatic bear simply stood up, took off his sunglasses, and made his way down to the pool. Big D lost his boxers before stepping in, the muck barely coming halfway up his calf muscles. He scratched his own belly almost lazily and raised his paw up in the air, clenched into a fist. An open invitation to any challengers who thought they could take him down.

With a playful fox squirming in his lap, the horse watched as others took on the bear. Two, sometimes three at a time would pelt out across the sloppy shallows towards him. The bears strategy was sound, he waited in the middle of the pool for them to reach him. Mucky scat pulled at their legs as the oozing filth clung to their footpaws and weighed them down so that they were slow and winded by the time they got within arms reach. Big D would wait for them stoically and pluck them off their feet like a gardener pulling dandelions and toss them. Bodies sailed several yards across the open air to land with great squelching splashes in the muck that drove the crowd wild.

An atheletic looking kangaroo managed to keep pace the whole way through the pool, putting on a burst of speed and leaping with a wild cry at Big D's chest. D simply stood aside and let the aussie sail past him and into the possum that was sneaking up behind him. The two collided with a great "HURFF" and sploshed down into the clinging muck.

Shaking themselves and their dignity off, the two went back to the stands and garnered up a few more friends. Together they brought a rope out and challenged Big D to a 5-on-1 match of tug-of-war. The bear simply held out his hand for his end of the rope.

Big D widened his stance as the others lined up on their half of the rope. Soon as it was pulled to the last ounce of slack, the crowd started them off, roaring out a tremendously loud countdown

"3!! 2!! 1!! GOOOO!!!"

And the battle ensued. The five challengers leaned backwards on the rope, their footpaws skidding and slipping forward in the messy sludge. The thick foul waste in the pool sucked at their legs noisily and Big D quickly realized he needed more than his passive strength for this particular challenge. The huge bear narrowed his eyes and his shoulder bulged as he fought their pulling. The challengers were confident and determined to take the big mountain of bear down, cheering each other on and rallying their willpower as their feet slipped and slowly pulled the rope towards them.

Big D groaned and leaned forward under the relentless towing of the line. He shifted his paws and took a large step back, grinning and reaching out with his left paw to take the rope in both hands. The challengers had barely noticed that up until now Big D had been taking them on single-pawed!

"Ah crap." A single voice was clearly heard in the tense hush that followed when the bears paw closed on the rope and the progress of the challengers came to a standstill.

Paulie leapt up from Eightballs lap, whooping and cheering along with the rest of the campers as Big D hauled with all his might and pulled the five challengers face-first into the sloppy pool of filthy waste. The bear twisted his neck and popped it, tossing the five shit-covered furs his end of the rope and loped his way back to the stands. The bear got a fair share of congrats, and a couple meaty slaps on the ass too.

Paulie veritably leapt from the stands into Big D's arms and kisses him full on the mouth. Whereupon the bear kissed him back then slung the giggling fox over his shoulder and motioned for Eightball to follow. The horse caught them up as they were nearing the edge of the firelight and going back towards their private tent. The fox was smiling at the horse, his chin on his paws and his elbows resting in the thick fur of Big D's back.

"Can I be the one to tell him?"

"Sure."

The fox's grin widened and the horse perked his ears curiously.

"So... ever have an Alaskan Pipeline?"

"Heh. No.. what's that about?"

"Guess you'll know soon." Big D promised. Eightball whickered and took one last look over his shoulder at the distant glow of the arena. Then he grinned and hustled to catch up with Paulie and Big D.

"Looks that way." He agreed, and followed them back to their tent for what promised to be another long unforgettable sleepless night.

THE END