Tino's Obsession

Story by stinkin_weasel on SoFurry

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#2 of Tino's Tales


The little fox from Tino's First Time returns for another round of scat with strangers. His little fetish is quickly turning into an obsession. Hope you like ^#^

After a few weeks of casual exploration Tino had been given a much more personal experience. Now he lay down on a club's bathroom floor, inside a stall, with his head opened wide leaning onto a toilet bowl. A rather handsome young horse with black and yellow fur hunched over him, with a brilliant swishing tail and a pitch black shaft, even impressive while flacid. They hadn't exchanged names, but through conversations on the dance floor Tino learned just how much this young stallion loved making cute boys his toilet. Tonight Tino had scored just that service, and waited anxiously for his prize.

His companion was shy at first and had trouble pushing anything out. Tino's patience was first rewarded with a drizzle of piss from the flaccid tip. It splashed warmly onto his chest, trailing over his entire body slowly. Horses were known for extremely powerful urinations and Tino was experiencing it first hand. As his bladder emptied the stallion's dark button rasped out a few bellowing farts. Tino had now been marked by both ends of the horse, already reeking of his scent before any shit had been pushed out.

Both the stream of piss and the nips of horse gas had stench you could literally taste and Tino felt privileged to have a close-up helping of it. He grabbed the long shaft of the stallion above him and dipped its pissing head into his mouth, quenching down the remaining essence of his yellow gold. It was good start but Tino was hungry not thirsty. Soon enough though, the horse was able to relax himself enough to let the first clump of brown descend slowly into Tino's gaping maw. With his tongue carefully poking at the edge of the crisp log, both he and the stallion were finally rock hard.

Tino let the thick chunk of horse dung break apart on its own. It landed with a quick thud into his throat, filling his mouth with a taste so pungent his eyes watered. As hard as it was to hold in he managed to wrap his muzzle around the whole thing, refusing to let any of it go to waste. It was hard to chew because of the horse's grassy diet and Tino was forced to swallow most of it whole. The horse waited before his next push, "You okay down there?" he asked gently. "Shut up and shit!" was Tino's only reply, mildly muffled from the dirty mess in his muzzle.

The stallion inquired no further, proceeding to force out a second piece that twice as big. Tino was finishing his last chew of the first piece and the new one hit his face instead falling just over his nostrils. He could hardly see between his tears as each breath in was a bombardment of putrid dung. Reluctantly he twisted his muzzle around to get half of the ripe wad over his lips. Every sludgy detail that came out of the horse's ass was stronger in stench and taste than the little fox had anticipated. With a bit of worry he reached his tongue out onto the next chunk, hoping his stomach could handle the assault.

Luckily like the last few times each chew and swallow onward made the taste that much more tolerable. Weirdly enough by the end of the large heap he was starting to enjoy its pungency. Before the horse could give him more of the warm meal it had some gas to let out. As the round of back-end belches rang out, Tino contently tickled his nose against the dirty rump, sniffing up every detail of the nasty air. He gave the dark button a small kiss as it finished and dug his claws against the cheeks of fur around it, "C'mon stud, gimme some more!" The stallion chuckled, more than happy to oblige his little toilet. With a crisp rasp another clump fell down into the fox's mouth. Now more than prepared for its harsh flavor, the little slave worked the gritty mound into small pieces. He found strands of grass in a few lumps and had to work them with a good hard chew until he could swallow them down. They tickled on the way down, gently grazing his throat. Odd details had caught in his teeth and he worked them out with his tongue. With each new plop of dung was a different piece of vegetation to sample, and by the time the horse had finished his business, Tino felt like he had shared every meal with him.

He gave the button a final wipe clean with his tongue, "Thank you for the meal!" The horse smiled as he stood up and held his cock over the fox's dirty muzzle, "Hear, let me wash that off for ya!" Tino grinned, shutting his eyes just as another blast of bright urine washed the odd pieces of muck off his muzzle. The horse sighed contently, wiping the slit clean on the fox's nose, "Let's go back to the bar and get you a breath mint!"

Later, after exhausting the resources of his stallion friend Tino took a cab down to another nightclub. This one had a bit of a reputation according to the scat community online. Tino sat at up at bar, next to a very attractive wolf that clearly had that look of searching for fresh meat. He gave him a cute little smile, innocently hinting at his intention of being that meat. The wolf sad nothing at first, casually sipping his drink. The bar tender, a well dressed giraffe stepped up to Tino and asked politely, "Can I get you anything?" Tino smiled, "I'll have whatever he's having" he said, devilishly looking to the wolf. The wolf ginned, setting his drink down, "-and I'll pay for it!" The giraffe nodded and walked away.

The wolf turned to the fox, pushing a package back into his jacket, just slowly enough for Tino to catch the words 'Fast Acting'. "So," he spoke in a low smooth voice, "I'm guessing you came here for a reason then." Tino gulped a hard swallow as he choked up with excitement, "I umm, guess I was just looking for a bite to eat." The wolf laughed, grabbing the drink the giraffe suddenly passed him. "Well then, how about we have a meal together after your drink?"

Tino's eyes wandered down to the lump forming in the wolf's pants, "Ye-yeah, sounds good!" The wolf grinned, "Good, well here you are then." Tino took the glass from him, looking down with surprise as the wolf passed him a small capsule under the glass. "That'll make it go down smoother" the wolf cryptically teased, and Tino cleared his throat. "Th-thanks!" he spoke, washing the capsule down with his drink. The two sat together flirting as they waited for the pills to work their magic, and within minutes his stomach began to ache. His suspicions about the pills were correct. The wolf clenched his chest as well and looked over to the giraffe, "I think we're ready for our room now!"

The giraffe led them into a private room with bright colored furniture. As they got closer they could see everything in the room had been recently guarded with clear plastic-like sheets. Tino was surprised at how detailed the catering of this club was, and excited beyond belief on how far he was now sure the wolf would take things. The giraffe turned to the door and locked it. Before leaving he gave the wolf a wink and said, "You two have fun, my break is in fifteen minutes, if you're still getting dirty then I might come and join you!" The door closed behind him and snapped shut with a lock. Before Tino even had time to think, the wolf was discarding his clothing, "You have about ten seconds to get rid of those clothes, or my shit's gonna be all over them!"

The fox stripped in a quick pace, avoiding tempting fate. Although his own laxative was slowly starting to work, he could tell the wolf was reacting much sooner. He lay himself down onto the soft sheet-covered couch taking the submissive role. Only seconds later his wolf companion stepped up over top of him. His grey tail flopped over Tino's head, leaving the wolf's eager shit-hole exposed just under Tino's neck. The wolf grinned despite his burning desperation, "Okay kid, I think we've kept our fur clean for long enough!" What followed his sentence was a sigh that sounded as though he'd lifted a thousand burdens.

Tino gasped in surprise as he felt the sudden rush of runny mess splatter down his chest. The massive clumps were still solid, but very runny from their forceful ejection. It didn't take long for the liquid that trailed off them to slowly drain across Tino's previously neat fur. A sizable lump came crashing down into his waist and Tino grabbed hold of it, smearing it lovingly over his hard cock. "That's, what, I like to see!" the wolf huffed between groans, "Ready for some down the hatch?" Tino nipped the grey tail over his face in response and his partner laughed holding his rear up in the air.

"This one's just for you!" the wolf said as the hoisted hole sputtered out a rather rancid smelling chunk. It fell over Tino's muzzle with a loud splat, successfully covering the last inches of clean fur with murky debris. Tino nearly purred as he choked down the slimy excrement, completely unfazed by the harsh taste it exuded. With the pieces being much softer than the horse's grassy stool, Tino found a way of swallowing them with incredible ease. He even went as far as perching his mouth right over the dirty shit-hole, collecting all the drops of post-food his tongue could catch.

"Nothing like a home-cooked meal is there?" the wolf quipped as he was able to break from his near-constant outpour. "Mhmm!" the fox mumbled as he swallowed the last mass of sludge, licking the relieved wolf-hole clean. The wolf lay down beside the messy fox stroking a paw slowly through his muddied chest, "So how about dinner?" Almost on queue Tino let out a flatulent blow, quickly standing up in a squat over his wolfy friend, "I'm glad you're hungry, cause this ain't waiting any longer!"

His own contents emptied with urgency before he could line up properly and the first slippery strand fell just under the wolf's chin. He arched upwards just in time for the second piece, hearing it immediately slurped up from his companion. After a brief sound of munching the wolf spat out a muddied reply, "You're a pretty good cook yourself!" Tino laughed, "Room for seconds?" "You bet your dirty ass!" the wolf's expression was more than correct as Tino let out a dark heaping pile right on target. His jaw stretched open to fit most of it in, and it was indeed quite dirty.

It had the clear leafy stink of the horse-helping with the consistency and color of Tino's last real meal. Sure enough as the wolf began to chew, he found pieces of both contents scattered together. The grimy waste was almost more than he could handle which both surprised and excited him, "Holy shit you are one nasty pig!" Tino blushed at the compliment sliding forward to use a few logs as primer for the wolf's fur. He massaged the dark scat gently over the grey fur as his backend still fed the wolf. Hearing him moan in between chews was a delightful sound, and Tino pushed out everything he had to keep that sound going.

Just as the last log made a triumphant drop into the wolf's mouth, the door suddenly sauntered open to the surprise of the mud bathed lovers. They heard a low chuckle as they turned, their eyes meeting with the handsome giraffe waiter. "Wow looks like you really found a little stud to keep up with you this time!" the giraffe said to the wolf noticeably impressed, "Gotta admit though, it smells pretty rank in here!" Tino was very much confused and looked to the wolf for answers. He replied as soon as he had swallowed enough to allow recognizable words, "-the quie' ones you haffta worry 'bout!" debris hit Tino's face as the hard T's sputtered through his partner's lips.

"Don't talk with your mouth full you nasty brute!" the giraffe sarcastically bitched as he too started to remove his clothing. As he shed the last article he crouched over the two freaks, tail flickering about with an excited speed. Under the swift black tail was the giraffe's soft grey hole that was something to be admired for beauty, well kept, clean, and good smelling. It was surprising to have an ass like that crouching over the nasty little dirtmouths, quivering as it tried to push a load out.

"Pucker up boys," the giraffe called as a little lump peaked out, "...this one's on the house!" The two pigs held their lips close under the grey hole as a round chestnut-brown clump fell heavily into their sharing mouths. It was solid and thick, and took a good clamp on their jaws to break in half together. "Make sure to chew that, it won't go down very easily!" the giraffe almost sounded sadistic as he lectured the two on how to eat his well-formed dung.

"Christ, the hell d-ya ea'?" the wolf phrased out between the mound. The giraffe laughed at his frequent customer, forcing his jaw closed around his waste, "That's for you to figure out shithead!" He turned to Tino, admiring the cute struggle he made to swallow his own helping. "At least your friend here makes an effort," he called to the wolf as he softly touched Tino's shitty chin, "He deserves a little bit of help." The giraffe pressed the end of his rather magnificent cock up to Tino's lips, brown slime smearing against the tip. "Here boy, open up and I'll give you something to help wash that down!" The fox gratefully took the offer for a drink, lifting his lips just slightly to let the giraffe-piss fall from the slit and drain through the shit-clump on its way to his throat.

It was incredibly sour, only tolerable from the bitter edge it got from soaking through his shit. He choked down as much as he could, fortunate to have most of it soaked in by the mound. He was thankful though, because of the piss-load his helping of dung was now soggy enough to chew with ease. The giraffe looked dumbfounded as the little fox swallowed it down only to beg for more with his eyes. "Damn, this kid just lives for this stuff doesn't he?" he asked the wolf, who had only just been able to force back his own helping. "Yeah, he's quite impressive!" the wolf panted. The giraffe held the fox back a bit, making it easier to get another crisp chunk into his mouth. Tino found the strength to keep eating the potent mess the giraffe had made, needing only an impressed smile as a reward.

The giraffe turned to his wolf friend, his smile quite twisted, "Sure as shit, this boy just wants to be a little slave, I think I've finally found my errand boy!" The wolf's eyes widened as his grin took the same dark tone as the giraffe's. Tino wanted to know what he was walking about, but was unable to speak as his current master kept him gagged with shit for the remainder of their time together.

When he was finished he simply walked over to his clothes and said one final sentence on his way out the door, "Make sure you two use the showers before you leave, and foxy, if you want more play-time with me come back at noon tomorrow." Tino merely smiled, too shy to reply. A sudden shitty palm patted his back and his wolf friend grinned wildly at him, "Man is he gonna humiliate you!"

The next day Tino calmly stepped into the bar, making a straight path to staff room. He was allowed in without question and found the giraffe already there waiting for him. He held a soft-looking white object, folded out in one hand, and a bobbypin in the other. Tino soon recognized what it was and looked curiously at the giraffe. "Put this on," he said frankly, "You're helping me run errands today, and there won't be any time to take a trip to the bathroom!"

To be continued.