Farmyard Stink-Off
FARMYARD STINK-OFF
The horses and the bulls could be considered as friendly sports rivals on the stud farm. When the lights go down, the farm animals head to the back of the field to partake in secret wrestling matches. These wrestling matches would take place in a makeshift sumo ring. All it was really was a big circle in the dirt. The type of wrestling they did was far different from sumo wrestling, however.
While both sports involved big men pushing each other, the athletes on the farm weren't all fat. The farm animals were actually composed of a relatively equal amount of fat and muscle. In addition, while the goal in sumo wrestling is to knock your opponent out of the ring, the goal in the farm's wrestling was...quite different.
In the animals' sport, the goal was to make your opponent cum. Many would say this already sounded crazy enough, but there was more. The rules encouraged the use of flatulence, urine, and manure to turn on one's opponent.
Seeing as this was on a farm with no females in sight, the bulls and stallions had no qualms about turning each other on with bodily waste, or being turned on by it for that matter. In fact, privacy is pretty much impossible on the farm. If a horse or bull started going to the bathroom, it was pretty much certain that another animal would be there to watch or smell. So why, therefore, would anyone on the farm be opposed to being dirty and stinky?
There were many wrestling matches between the two species, but perhaps the most famous on the farm was the match between Duke the brown stallion and Mojir the black bull.
Both animals prepared for the match by eating loads of a food arrangement called "chow," a feed consisting of black beans, cabbage bites, and prune slices. In addition to lots of water, the food provided a nice, thick, healthy bowel movement in both species.
Both Duke and Mojir had their bodies washed and polished for visual appeal. It was probably the only bath they had in a while...definitely the only bath in a while.
Duke entered the ring strutting his big, juicy bottom that shone in the spotlights. He trotted majestically, swishing and swaying his flank to cause the fat and muscle on his body to jiggle. He was adorned with chartreuse leg warmers and a green leather choker.
Mojir's entrance was much manlier, involving plenty of muscle flexing and showing off. He showed off his biceps before arching his back and flexing his globular, dark-furred rump. The black bull wore a golden thong and a chain necklace.
Once both hulking farm animals were in the ring, they took their positions. The starting positions were just like that of a regular sumo match. Both contestants squatted and dramatically lifted their legs and feet in the air before slamming them down. However, in this match, with each leg that was lifted, a hefty fart would be passed from both contestants before slamming their feet back down.
"I hope you're ready," said Mojir with a slightly Spanish accent and smirking lightly, "because I'm one cholo who likes to dish out bullshit." Mojir let out two thick, airy, wobbly bursts of bull gas that caused his muscular black ass to vibrate. He didn't even need to grunt before the reverberating waves of flatus erupted from his anus.
"You're pretty stinky, partner," said Duke also smiling but with a southern accent, "but this big ole' thang's gonna stink up your chances of winning." Duke's wobbly, brown rump released a couple of extremely musky poots. They had a muskier but less sharp scent than Mojir's flatulence. Upon slamming his hoof with another relaxing release of flatulence, Duke's bottom jiggled like chocolate gelatin. This, in addition to the bull's backwind, caused the audience of stallions and bulls to become slightly aroused. They all loved stinky smells, and were looking forward to the smelly exhibition that the two wrestlers would put on.
Duke and Mojir started the match by taking hold of each other's thongs. They both pressed their shoulders together and tried to push each other to the ground. Getting pushed to the ground wouldn't cost them the match, but it would provide one hell of an opportunity for the pusher to sit on his opponent's face. The feeling and smell of a big, furry, farm-ass on any bull or horse's face would be enough to drive his hormones through the roof.
Both Mojir and Duke were already starting to get turned on; their warm, strong bodies pressed against each other and their natural musk invaded both of their senses.
"You wanna rumble, huh," said Mojir before grunting a little. Suddenly, a moist, hot fart escaped the bull's anus and took over Duke's sense of smell. Duke smelled the shitty, spicy odor and moaned; it smelled absolutely wonderful to him. The distraction was enough for Mojir to knock the stallion to the floor and take a cozy seat on Duke's face.
"Look at you under my stinky culo," said Mojir wiggling his thong off to expose his dirty, brown anus, "here's that rumble I promised..." Mojir's rump cheeks spread a bit to accompany a juicy, stinky fart that was forceful enough to splatter a few shit droplets on the horse's face.
Duke's erection was growing by the section and he had to think of something fast. The stallion immediately lifted his legs to take a grip on Mojir's head. He then bent his legs to bring Mojir falling to the ground with his face right under Duke's stinky horse butt.
"Ain't nobody gonna get the drop on me," said Duke before widening his fat, wobbly anus. A wet, misty wave of gas erupted out of the stallion's hole, making his fat butt cheeks wobble. The smell was heavy with overtones of moldy beans and horse manure, and it was clear that the horse would have to poop soon. "Ahh yeah...those farts are so smelly and...horsey...aren't they, buddy?" The bull was in absolute ecstacy under the stallion's anus as the hole expanded to different lengths to accompany different farts. But he had to focus on the goal, and refused to submit to the stallion's powerful stink.
In a high-risk maneuver, the bull pressed his hands into the stallion's fat cheeks to attempt to push him off. Unless he came to the feeling of the horse's squishy ass, he would proceed to his next attack.
It was difficult to hold back, but the bull managed to avoid leaking even pre-cum. Duke was on the ground now, and Mojir had the chance to start his messier plan. The bull stood right on top of the stallion's shoulders and looked down at him, aiming his thick meat right onto his chest.
"Alright, amigo," said Mojir cradling his bull cock with both hands, "Time for some fresh-made lemonade." The big, black bull released the contents of his bladder onto the horse's chest in a loud splashing sound. The golden fluids cascaded all over the equine's chest and Duke could do nothing but watch as his erection grew longer.
Then Duke got an idea; his erect dick was pointed right at Mojir's genitals. This gave the stallion a perfect window of opportunity.
"Give up, hombre, you can't..." Mojir said before feeling a warm, wet sensation on his balls, dick, and ass. He was aroused and horrified at the same time; Duke was peeing on his genital area.
"How do you like that country-style lemonade," teased Duke as he released his naturally horse-sized torrent of piss. Mojir stood and enjoyed the feeling and started leaking pre. As soon as he realized he was leaking, the bull backed up and aimed his piss at the horse's lower body.
Duke immediately stood up and continued to aim his pissing sheath at Mojir, who was almost out of urine at that point. Low on piss, Mojir felt a huge load of feces slide down towards his anus. Unable to hold back his poop, Mojir turned around and widely presented his ass as Duke, who suddenly ran out of piss.
"Oh...you wouldn't..." said Duke on the verge of leaking pre.
"It's in the rulebook...hombre," Mojir stated before spreading his anus wide to accompany a big, loud fart. This was followed by a faucet-like gush of bullshit from his bottom. "Hahhhh...Nothing like a big, gushing wave of caca..."
Duke was taken back by the literal shit-storm and realized he was leaking pre. He had to act fast. "I ain't gonna quit yet," said Duke starting to sweat from both arousal and holding his poop in, "here comes a fresh wave of good ole' horse manure." Duke's bloated anus gave way to a series of mushy, thick logs. The flow was less consistent than the bull's, but the constant bursts of gas made up for it.
"Oh no you don't," shouted Mojir before backing up and pressing his shitting ass into Duke's own ass.
"Two can play that game," yelled Duke as he pushed his bubbly horse butt back onto the bull's cheeks. Duke and Mojir's were now pressing their butts together, trying to make each other burst. Both farm animals were at the peak of their arousal, and it wasn't going to be long before they each ejaculated.
The mixture of both bull and horse shit caused their respective stinks to meld together in the air. The sounds of wet squishes and flatulence enveloped the air and the sight of their jiggly, soft bottoms bouncing and slipping against each other sent the audience into a frenzy.
One-by-one, cum puddles started forming at each of the bulls and stallions hooves. Several moans and sighs were heard as the contestants reached their climaxes, and they only got louder when both Duke and Mojir finally came. Their cocks throbbed as enormous loads of sperm erupted onto the ring, seemingly coating it in a fresh coat of white paint.
It was at that moment that the Mojir and Duke were reminded of the true purpose of this type of wrestling. The true goal wasn't to win or lose; it was to give everyone in sight and sound hard erections and the most pleasurable climaxes. After being covered in shit, piss, and cum, Mojir winked at Duke, who winked back in agreement. Winning or losing doesn't matter; every bull and horse that stinks wins at the end of the day.