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To this day I still ask myself, why do I take the short cut through the forest? It's not like I don't know what I'm getting into. Dumb old Dalmatian I guess, young and horny, gluten for punishment. You see the problem with my school, is the bullies have some really depraved methods. If anyone ever finds this journal, trust me, you're in for some sick shit. The things you're about to read are all dirty, cruel and disgusting, and the worst part...is I honestly love everything they put me through.

It was just yesterday when it happened again, I found myself cornered by the three bullies who'd come to expect my presence there. I tried not to smirk as I saw the brutish bulldog fiddle with his buckle. The other two, a thin but jerky looking fox and a buffed out ox, were quick to cover my other sides. "Well lookie here!" the bulldog cackled, pulling his belt away as the other two began to loosen my clothing. I stared on at the bulldog with a fake attempt at fearfulness, trying not to laugh as he had that dumb triumphant grin on his face.

His goons made quick work of removing my shirt as he dropped his pants the ground. "You going to take the rest off willingly or with a fight?" he had grown cocky of guessing my answer. Sometimes I worry that I make it too easy for them, but sure enough he was right, within moments I was baring every inch of myself to them. They laughed heartily at me, I was after all just a toilet to them, and they thought this was torture for me. As always it started out with the flopped out entrance of the bulldog's cock. He always expected a quick blow job as courtesy and I always paid off. He was big into sports so it had that wonderful sweaty reek all over it.

I tried not to pant as he dropped it over my muzzle, rubbing the musky shaft over my nose to make me beg for it like a slut. I shifted my head away in an attempt to look unwilling, and within moments his two paws were jarring my jaw open to shove his junk in. I loved the salty unwashed flavour of his thick meat as he pushed it down my throat, sneaking my tongue in under his foreskin in what would feel like an accident to him. I don't think he every really cared if I was being good on purpose or not, he always just lay back and road my face. As soon as he had worked out a nice load of precum over my lips, he pushed me back, turning to shove his even sweatier ass in my face.

"What are you waiting for slut?!" I waited for him to say before all too willingly digging my tongue deep into that sweaty pucker. My god the musk was outstanding, like having your face tied to a jock strap used by an entire team. I pushed my tongue lovingly against, tickling every inch I could reach as I dug my muzzle deeper and deeper, breathing in his scent as I went along. I pretty much worshipped that damn ass, equally getting off to the fact he took my services without asking. Alas it never lasted too long, wouldn't want his 'straight' friends to see him getting off to this.

Keeping himself from getting too hard he pushed me away and the three got ready for round one. With another booming round of laughter soon out of the way I was quickly bombarded by three pungent warm streams of urine. There's nothing better than a nice hot shower before a meal and these boys always gave it to me. Their diet was all salts and sugars so their pee was always dark yellow and stinky as all hell. It stung as it hit my eyes, watering down over my muzzle and into my nostrils. I learned to snort a good amount of it before I needed to sneeze and when I eventually did that just left them with more space to fill my ears with it.

Eventually they forced it in my mouth. It always tasted horrible, but I loved it. The coughs and gags were real, but not the fake whimpers I acted out. There must have been a gallon of that nasty yellow mess before it was finally over. By this point I was rock hard and as always I got the weirdest looks from them, but they never mentioned it. I think deep down they knew I got a kick out of their treatment and I'm sure deep down they didn't do this just to bully me. By the end of their little sessions they almost always left sporting wood. The ox in particular had a lot more to hide than his friends.

After the peefest ended, the bulldog turned his back to me and bent over, pressing his buns against my face. There was oddly nothing I loved more than that bully's sweaty ass over my nostrils. The sweat from his workout, the musk from his rear, all of it swarming over me like a sauna. His fox friend grabbed me suddenly and pushed my face into that rump as hard as he could. Talk about preaching to the choir. "Give me some tongue faggot!" the bulldog boomed. "Yes Sir!" I said in my mind as I licked that sweaty hole happily. I got a few nice and clean licks before things got gross. The genius thought of the only clever thing he ever could, gag me with a fart!

I fake the best gag I can every time he does it, but the smell really doesn't bother me. From the stench I can tell it's been all cafeteria crap for these numbskulls again. Not like I have a preference, but a little more choices on the menu wouldn't hurt. After his little round of gas he grunts a little, straining himself. Yep, I know what's next. My muzzle is quickly met with the first chunk of brown litter as it strains out of the bully's pungent stinkhole. As always I faked avoidance but his fox friend was quick to jar my jaw open.

Yum, here came the first course. This one took some chewing, who knows what the nasty bastard had for lunch. I didn't have much time to finish that as his second lump hit my nose. That was the one thing about his terrible diet; his loads came in the pounds. Before my tongue could reach that second lump I was thrown hard to the ground by the brute. The log just missed my eyes as it fell off my face and my view was soon obstructed by all three of the bastards pulling their pants down and squatting over me. Buffet it was then!

The bulldog's mound never really stopped forming it just splattered over my chest now instead. The other two took a moment to get ready rasping out a bit of gas over me. The fox was first with his small logs dropping just under my chin. It was an easier mouthful so I scooped it up with my muzzle. It was a little less bitter and softer, much easier for swallowing. I soon felt a third pile build up across my waist, spilling gently over my cock. The ox was doing his thing and it was just behind the bulldog at the moment in terms of size and stink.

I rubbed the mound around my crotch until the fur on my waist was entirely brown. We had just passed the point where the four of us held our composure. This was the only time our true colors truly came out and every time we finished we acted like we had no memory of this moment. The bulldog had started to stroke himself, clearly focused on much more than my humiliation. It was clear in his eyes that he was just as turned on by watching his friend's shit slowly drop out of their assholes. I was just the excuse for the three of them, I didn't mind too much though.

I always liked to tease their little 'closet obsessions'. I dragged my tongue across the fox's ass in between loads, keeping his little behind clean. I could just barley see his cock overhead, but I could tell it was throbbing hard. The ox was a particularly nasty fellow, and I knew I could coax something far more foul out of his bowels. All it really took was to spread the mound of bulldog shit across my chest. Once he saw the bits and pieces stuck in my fur and my beautiful coat now sullied dark brown, that was enough for him to practically throw his two friends out of the way.

All I could see now was a huge filthy ox ass hanging over me. He had quite the junk in the trunk and it was already as muddied up as my chest. He was riled up now and no one was in his way, which let him truly give me a coating. His asshole let out a low belch as it widened out, and his waste literally piled on me. It came out in thick dark mounds that smelled so putrid both his friends had to hold their shirts over their muzzles. It was almost too much for even me, but I was a total trooper, especially when he decided to arch back and pop out a pile into my gaping maw.

Good god did it taste rancid. For once I didn't stop to admire flavor, I just choked it right down. I was really glad I didn't know what the hell he ate. He was always the finale of the show, having a pile so stinking and off-putting the others couldn't stand to look at it for very long. The first few times he had done this to me I couldn't help but vomit everything up, but since this little dance had become a habit, I was now able to swallow most of it down, with the odd gag and cough of course. The other two had stepped away now, leaving me with an inch of vision unclouded by the black dung pile, stomach arguing with me as I choked down what little bit I had the strength left for. Then it happened, the inevitable ending I had come to expect. Now if you're feint of stomach, might wanna skip over this.

As a last insult the ox did what couldn't be helped, he took in a big whiff of his own horrible dung and with a horrifying splash, wretched up the bit of food he hadn't digested smack down over my dung piled face. Even for me this part was always a bit too far, and kept my eyes closed to avoid the sour sick as I heard him and his two cronies cackle away as they made their exit. I lay there, as always for a few painful moments, no longer enthused and with a deadly stink hung over me. In this moment as always, I could only think of one thing: 'Thank god there was a stream nearby!'