This choice: You try to enact revenge on Dewey, but fail. • Go Back...Chapter #7Epic Fail and Training Session by: enigma95   You laid there for a few minutes as blessed oxygen entered your lungs. Eventually, you reached up and wiped the remains of Dewy's load from your eyes. Seeing how that your face was totally soaked, you decided to sit up and remove your shirt; using it to wipe yourself clean of the sticky fluid. You heard a strange splattering noise which caused you to look up to your right. However, all that you saw was Dewy standing there, staring at you with a look of disdain while he sniffed the overturned step stool at his front hooves.
"What the fuck Dewy?!?" you yelled hoarsely; your throat still sore from the absolute brutal reaming you had received. You stood up violently; tossing your ruined shirt to the chipping-covered floor. The stallion continued to stare at you blankly. Another unknown splattering sound was heard. "Stupid fucking shithead!" you yelled, seething with anger at your once obedient horse. You were done putting up with his insolence, and you intended to get even- Now. You rushed forward, fists clenched in anger as you attempted to swing at the maw of the defiant horse before you. However, Dewy, seemingly expecting this, quickly sidestepped 2 feet to his left. The force of your swing caused you to continue forward one more step until the legs of the long-forgotten overturned stool met your ankles with a painful thud and sent you tumbling, arms spread wide, through the air.
You fell hard and fast and, just before you hit the ground, you noticed your terrible mistake. Dewy, having been standing there for several minutes while you recovered , had time to create a nice present just for you- An enormous, 13 inch tall pile of fresh, steaming horse shit. Your mouth opened wide to scream, but it was too late to alter your course. With a sickening *splat*, you landed face-first into the pile.
Dewy whinnied in amusement and moved to get a closer look at your idiotic prone form as your head continued to slowly sink into the manure. Groaning, you placed your hands at either side of the massive dung pile and lifted up at your elbows. Like a suction-cup, with a loud *squelch*, your face came free from the pile of awful waste. The wet, semi-solid shit stuck to your entire face and neck, as you began to spit out the large amount of it that had been forced into your open mouth.
Dewy stood proudly in front of you now as he watched you sputter at the revolting, gag-worthy taste and smell of his foul waste. You were just about to get back up when Dewy placed a hoof to the back of your head - and pushed you back down!
Your chest slammed hard against the floor and, for the second time, your face squelched into the pile. You gagged as Dewy pressed your face further into the mess, forcing his dung up into your nostrils and destroying your ability to smell anything else but his awful stink. You struggled against his hoof, thrashing pathetically on the wood chippings until your horse lifted his heavy hoof up again. Your head came springing up immediately but, seeing that your mouth was firmly shut, Dewy decided to give your left asscheek a hard nipping. You screamed out in pain, only to be rewarded with Dewy shoving your face back into the depths of his fresh, steaming waste. You gagged once again as the dominant stallion pressed down yet again; shoving your head even deeper than before into the pile, causing your cheeks to bulge with the thick and slimy shit that was forced between your lips.
Dewy stood there in absolute pleasure. Leisurely, he looked down at your struggling form under his hoof. His once cocky master had never cleaned out his stall until the end of the week; forcing him to live in filth while he sat watching T.V. lazily in the farmhouse. Now, the tables were turned and you were unable to ignore it; as your mouth was currently packed full of his putrid, sloppy horse poop. Dewy was tired of your mistreatment. If you couldn't learn to take care of your responsibilities on your own, he would have to train you himself.
Keeping his hoof on the back of your head, he lifted upward about 6 inches. You squelched out of the pile again, gasping for fresh air. With you nose still packed with shit, you took in a breath through your mouth, only for you to be driven deep into the pile again by his hoof. He lifted again almost immediately this time, only to press down yet again. He continued this torture for another 5 minutes; shoving your face in and out of his waste over and over again, waiting for you to do something until, you finally realized what it was.
"Fine!" *SPLAT*
"I'll shovel your shi-!" *SPLAT*
"I'll clean u-!" *SPLAT*
"Dewy ple-MMMPH! *SPLAT*
Dewy kept your face submerged for a full 2 minutes this time; forcing you to savor that particularly extra-revolting and juicy mouthful before finally letting you up again. You choked and gagged as the still steaming and semi-solid globs of reeking stallion shit gushed from your lips. Defeated, you peered upward as you lay there waiting for your new stallion master to let you stand up.
Dewy looked down in pure ecstasy at your submission. The once handsome face of his previously arrogant owner held only the expression of humiliation under the mask of his thick, rank dung that stuck to your entire face. The once semi-solid waste had stayed in your mouth for so long that it had begun to liquify and, now mushy, oozed out of and across your plump, half-open lips. Dewy's face twitched in a fashion not too different from a smirk as he noticed that not only was the pile of his shit horribly vile but, now, your head itself was giving off noxiously smelly fumes of its own.
You waited desperately for Dewy to let you up so you could clean, only for him to do nothing but stare blankly back into your filthy face. Seemingly annoyed, he let out a huff and nodded his head at you . Confused, you laid there wondering how you were supposed to clean up from this position when, Dewy brought his head down to pick up a stray horse apple between his teeth. You didn't move, and Dewy took this as a sign to show you exactly what he meant. Suddenly he rammed his face forward, cramming the baseball-sized gooey horse apple between your lips and filled your mouth up, once again, with the absolutely gag-worthy taste of his hot dung.
You laid there, cheeks bulging and eyes watering from the vile intrusion. Then, you understood what he wanted you to do. Threateningly, Dewy slammed his hoof done next to your head and whinnied loudly to accentuate what he wanted. With the fear of what he would do to you if you refused, you submitted and began to chew. His shit lodged deep into your teeth and gums as you forced yourself to chew until it transformed into a slick, noxious paste. Looking up, you waited for a sign of what to do next. Dewy nodded again, tilting his head back. Looking up in fear and defeat you understood now, and you swallowed.
You couldn't believe what you had just done. You, the sexy stud of a country boy, just ate your own horse's disgustingly foul dung like a submissive whore. You stopped for a moment in disbelief and took in a deep breath through your mouth only for you to be driven - Hard- back down so far and with such force that your nose squashed all the way to the base of the pile and caused your throat's abused muscular ring to give way to the pressure- forcing you to swallow a massive mouthful of thick, Clydesdale crap. Dewy huffed as he held your head down and, humiliated, you began to chew another mouthful just to breath. You continued eating his hot, gooey shit, chewing and gagging alternatively as you gobbled up his turds like the submissive toilet-slave you had become. Your stomach growled as it stretched even more to accommodate the sheer amount of manure as you ate.
Dewy suddenly removed his hoof and, in shock, you opened your eyes and looked down only to realize you had only eaten half the pile! With your stomach warm and stuffed with Dewy's piss, cum and shit, your eyes rolled up into the back of your head and your mouth opened wide in an exhausted groan. You felt dizzy and your vision went dark as you passed out; falling face-down into the pile of steaming horse shit with a humiliating *SPLAT*.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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