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WARNING: CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING CONTENT. BESTIALITY (HUMAN WITH A TALKING FERAL), WATERSPORTS, SCAT, AND HEAVY PISS AND SCAT PLAY INCLUDING EATING AND DRINKING.

This is part 2 of a multi-part story. Scroll down to the description for the previous parts.

Today, you've made the worst mistake of your life: attempting to picnic in the middle of a cow pasture. It's not the pleasant countryside experience you were expecting. Instead, you have been seduced by a perverted cow named Chloe, whose bowel movements are somehow even more impressive than her ability to speak. The bovine belle shamelessly took an enormous dump in front of you, then threatened, teased, and tempted you into a disastrously dirty race between your loins and her bowels. You found her confidence in relieving herself in front of you surprisingly erotic, but even so you were unable to climax before being splattered by her uncontrollable diarrhea. This would be bad enough on its own, but you've foolishly gambled your freedom for the day away as well. Now you're required to obey the scat-loving heifer's every command for the rest of the day, and you know she has far more disgusting and humiliating acts planned than even the shower of manure you were just subjected to.

“What are you waiting for? If you're nervous, you don't have to use your mouth... for the first round." Chloe flags her tail and wiggles her hips. Her black and white splotched skin is spattered and caked with her own waste, but cleaning up is the last thing on her mind.

You timidly approach her. Despite your unfamiliarity with livestock you know never to sneak up on large animals from behind.

“Don't be shy, honey! I won't kick!" Chloe looks back at you with a wink. She's winking at the other end too, and her vulva is glistening with pale, milky liquid.

“That's not what I'm worried about..." The heifer's ample hips are more than level with your chin, although mercifully her pulsating pucker is closer to the ground than your mouth. But with her bowing down like that, you have a feeling if she decides to let loose again her unhygienic projectiles could be launched upward into your face anyway. You stand awkwardly off to the side and reach towards her befouled backside with shaking hands. Up this close the state of her rear is truly repugnant. Vile greenish excrement is smeared and caked across her cheeks and her naughty bits are an atrocious morass of filth. You reach out an experimental finger.

Chloe shuffles from hoof to hoof, and lashes her tail impatiently, smacking you in the balls with the filthy paintbrush end. “Stop pussyfootin' around and put those hands of yours to some use!" she bellows. “Pick a hole!"

“Sorry!" you yelp. You take a good look at how shitty your hands already are, and this helps you overcome the inhibition and plunge them into the mire. You brush your fingers tenderly over Chloe's soiled folds.

“Mm... that's better," she sighs. Her guts rumble. “Come on, stick it in... yeah... can't you put some more effort into it? You're treating this like a chore! It's makin' me feel like you don't appreciate my butt!"

“I'm sorry, this just feels really awkward!" You try to rub with more vigor. “Can you keep talking? It makes it feel less like... well, bestiality!"

She gives an exasperated sigh. “All right, but if I'm doin' that you better get all the way behind me."

“Yes Ma'am," you groan. But it gives you a thrill submitting yourself to her like that, willingly putting yourself in such a perilous position. Sure enough, you haven't been longer than a minute when the heifer shamelessly rips ass mid-coitus. BBBRRRRRFFFFFOOOOOOOOTT! She trumpets.

“God!" you groan. For a moment you think there's sweat dripping down your face from the sweltering barnyard butt-blast, but then you remember you're just plastered with your mooing mistress's wet fecal matter. “Fuck, that's - hurk – gross!"

“Thanks!" Chloe giggles. BBBLBLBLBARRBBRRRTTT! “Hee hee! I think a little came out with that one!"

“Fuck! Ugh! A little?" You wonder if she's joking or if this genuinely is a little by her standards. It's nothing compared to the magnitude of her previous sharts, but if she gambled on that fart, then you definitely lost. Flecks of chocolate syrup have spattered all over your face, further adding to your soiled condition.

“Keep goin', honey. Stick it in – no, the whole fist – ain't you ever seen a bull's dick? Oooh – like that! Don't worry about being gentle, I like my sex rough, my poop runny, and -" she takes a gasping breath - “My men dirty."

“Okay, that's hot." You take a deep breath, and plunge your hand deeper into her, burying yourself up to your elbow in cow vagina with an obscene squelch. “I... I like my women dirty too."

“Come on baby, fuck the shit out of me," Chloe whispers sultrily. It's not like she needs any help releasing her bowels, you think, but you keep that remark to yourself. Her tail beats against your arm, and she poots with cacophonous force. “Whoops! Here comes some!" Her bulging, flexing pucker stretches open into a dark tunnel, and disgorges a steaming freight train of soft, gloppy turds right onto your bicep. In a move of foolish instinct you raise your other hand to catch the mess and hold it back, but just end up with a massive handful of soft, warm muck. You're not sure what comes over you, but you press it against her rump, rubbing Chloe's own shit into her short, velvety coat.

“Ooh - that's nice... now you're getting' the hang of it!" She unleashes another raucous methane explosion, blasting soft, clumpy muck in your face again. “Stuff me with it. Fill me up!" she orders, and you obediently shove another scoop into her.

Chloe releases another long, hissing fart, but then her slurry-ridden ring suddenly clenches, and her gut gurgles soggily. “Uh oh! This is gonna be messy! Better plug this hole up quick, city boy, I'm gonna blow!"

You're surprised that she even has the decency to warn you. Then you realize she just wants it in the butt. You're sure she isn't lying about the imminent explosion, she'd just have no qualms with letting loose all over you. With no time to waste to avoid hers being spewed all over you again, you withdraw your hand from the powerful suction of her vagina and... oh, it would be so rude to just shove it in. You give her filthy asshole a gentle, loving caress, before sticking in one finger, then two, then leaning forward and shoving with all your strength. You can feel resistance pushing back at you as you penetrate her warm, slimy cattle chasm. It's not empty in there, that's for sure. You can feel squishy mess between your fingers, but breathe a sigh of relief, and start rubbing her pussy with your other hand.

But as the pressure builds inside the cow's rectum, you realize you've made a grave error. You're now trapped. Not by the tightness of her hole, but because if you pull your arm out of her, it'll be like undamming a vast manure lagoon. You're like the proverbial Dutch fellow plugging a crumbling dike, if instead of the ocean it were holding back cattle slurry. You're now a hostage to the holstein heifer's gurgling bowels. Even worse, you haven't truly made a tight seal. Her butthole blorps and flaps as gas and sludge alike escape, dribbling down your arm.

And you know from the look on Chloe's face that she knows just what she's done, too. You've been outsmarted by the lecherous livestock.

“Ugh - this is getting' uncomfortable," she groans. “Sorry honey, I gotta just... let it out."

And with a purposeful step forward the coprophilic cow uncorks her colon. And sure enough, her anus doesn't even have time to close before it's blasted open by a surging torrent of waste. You stumble forward, trying to keep your hand in her ass, but you aren't quick enough, and the tug pulls you off- balance. Perhaps if there hadn't been a sticky cowpat underfoot you might have saved yourself, but of course with Chloe there's no such luck. Your foot sinks ankle deep into her fresh, mushy shit, and the suction traps it for a crucial moment.

Yes, I'm afraid the awful truth is that you trip and faceplant directly into that unholy geyser of incomprehensibly rancid ordure. Your nose falls right into the very epicenter of the spouting caldera of the mud volcano that is your cow mistress's ruinous rear end. You slump forward, your face sliding down her slimy, slippery backside, and your knees buckle in despair.

“Fuck! Fuck, I – oh god!" you retch, frantically wiping filth from your face. You've been doused in diarrhea a second time, your dignity utterly defiled. “Damnit!"

She continues to empty her bowels, unfazed. Your mistress's slurry fountain cascades down on your head, and you fall prostrate before the foul bovine. “Shit!" You hork up your lunch. “It got in my mouth! Fuck!"

“Bout time," Chloe says nonchalantly. She whacks you in the face with her shitty tail as the last of the latest wave of excretion drips down her backside. “You should've just drunk my pee before, to get used to that taste first. But that's really brave of ya, goin' down on me right then!"

“It was – it was an accident!" you sputter.

“I know it was, sweetie. No point tryin' to hold in all that, though! Whoo-wie! Maybe my tummy's a bit upset after" BLRORPLP. “After all!" she expels another pint of liquid mud on your back while you dry heave again.

You're afraid she'll be furious when you explain that you didn't mean to shove your nose right in her asshole while she had explosive diarrhea, as surprising as that may sound to her. But the cheerful cow just seems a bit disappointed.

“Oh, well," she says. “I was hopin' you might do it without bein' told, but if you'd rather not take the lead that's fine." Chloe sidles nonchalantly around you, bringing her face close to you and taking a long sniff. “All right, sugar. Now that you've got a taste, it's high time you started using your tongue on purpose."

Your heart pounds so hard it nearly bursts. You know she's not talking about a kiss. She's presented her behind to you again. Your stomach churns as you imagine burying your face in the source of this indescribable stench. But your cock has other ideas. Ever since your little trip, you've been throbbing from the vulgar humiliation of the shitty situation you're in. The taste is so foul, but that makes this scatological subjugation all the more of a degrading thrill.

“Come on, city boy, hurry up before it dries and gets all flaky. Animal husbandry's a dirty job, you might as well get used to it."

“I never submitted a resume," you grumble, but can't help gently running your knuckle along the length of your shaft as you kneel before the befouled bovine. You run your hand lovingly over the curves of her rear and shudder as you brace yourself for the unfathomably abhorrent flavor. But you summon all your courage and do your duty. Her dirty tail slaps wetly against you, and she drapes it over your back, almost holding you in place.

You're sure there must be something wrong with your brain. You're not sure if it's worse to get off to being forced to service an unwashed cattle cunt, or to be aroused by this dirty deed solely for its own sake. Not even the flies seem willing to touch Chloe's backside, and yet here you are, fighting your urge to recoil and retch at the taste of her poopy pussy until your body shrugs in despair and tells you it's your own fault if you catch something.

Chloe seems to be enjoying herself too. She lows in ecstacy and pushes back against your head, nearly bowling you over. You're not sure if she's wet. There's something leaking out of her vagina all right, but it's the same muck you stuffed in there earlier.

You don't blame her if she's having such a good time that she doesn't want to take a break to relieve herself. That can only be seen as a compliment. But when you hear the unmistakable wet spluttering of heifer Hershey squirts above you, and feel warm, soupy liquid spread out over your plastered scalp and drip down your ears and temples, you can't help but be appalled that she'd be so reprehensibly inconsiderate as to let fly without so much as a warning.

“Jesus!" you sputter, pulling back and spitting out a vile mixture of saliva and manure. “Can't you hold it in for five minutes?"

“Sure, I could, but the best thing with diarrhea's to just let it all out." Chloe's voice is as silky and seductive as the runny slurry bubbling out of her butthole. “Unless you want another explosion like that last one. Come on, don't stop – I'm close!"

You are too. Her anus is still leaking, and unhygienic chocolate syrup substitute flows over her feminine folds, but you plunge your tongue in regardless, abandoning your own masturbation to hug and massage her divine, curvaceous thighs.

“By the way, I've gotta warn you – I'm a squirter!"

“Uhh... from which hole?" you ask. You're starting to get a feel for her sense of humor now.

“All of them."

Despite this warning, you dutifully continue to slurp away at her poopy privates. You hardly even notice the smell by now, but you feel lightheaded from the rank miasma of methane that keeps leaking from Chloe's sphincter. And perhaps other reasons as well. As she gasps and moans, the knowledge that you're giving the lovely cow such pleasure fills you with a sense of pride and affection.

But Chloe's first spasm of climax fills you with something much more tangible. The heifer's hips buck and push back against you, and a jet of warm liquid bursts exuberantly from her folds, instantly flooding your mouth. You instinctively recoil and spit it back out against her crotch, causing her to gasp in delight. The stream stops, and thinking quickly, you brush your index finger between her fold with a tender yet rapid touch. The fountain pulses again, a powerful jet of liquid far too yellow to be anything but urine splashing your forehead.

But even the salty, acrid flavor, with perhaps a grassy bouquet, is a vast improvement over the foulness you've been tasting for this entire session. Once the initial shock of your lover releasing her bladder right in your face gives way, you realize this is a golden opportunity to cleanse your palette, one you shouldn't let slip away. You summon your courage and open your mouth, letting the babbling, hissing stream of livestock lemonade bathe your teeth and tongue. You spit again, but lean forward, kissing and lapping and wrapping your lips around the delightful river of cow pee.

“Ahh... oh my god..." Chloe pants, her stream now less intense but still flowing nonstop. You happily gargle the warm saline mouthwash as it pours from her pussy. Suddenly it makes more sense why people believe this has medicinal properties. “Whew! That weren't too bad for a first timer!"

“I've eaten a girl out before, you know!" you say defensively. “God, how was your bladder full again already? You just went!"

“Oh, sweetie, it wasn't full. I barely even noticed that. But you just gotta drink plenty of water. Speakin' of which, I've worked up a thirst. How about we take a break?"

You gratefully follow the heifer to a massive water trough. She shoves her face right in and starts greedily chugging. The water isn't exactly the clearest-seeming, and you're sure there's plenty of cattle backwash in there. You're parched, but you hover anxiously nearby.

“C'mon, ain't you thirsty too?"

“I, uhh... I am, but I can't drink without... contaminating the water," you admit. There's no container you can use, and your hands are filthy. You briefly think you've had a brilliant idea by using your face, then you remember it's also caked in fecal matter.

“It's okay, I don't mind."

“It's not about you, it's... the other cows! And me!" You know it sounds a little ridiculous given that you've just eaten her shitty vulva out and gargled her piss, but you never swallowed her unsanitary excretions. The sun is hot, though. Surely just a little water wouldn't hurt...

Chloe raises her head, her muzzle dripping. She rolls her eyes, turns around, and dips her filthy tail in the water, some of the muck washing off as a cloud of brown. “There. Now you don't have to worry about getting' it any dirtier." She turns again and resumes drinking. You gag.

But thirst overpowers your fear. You wipe your face clean as best you can, then bend down and choke down as much of the filthy, sun-warmed water as you can stomach. Your bladder is bursting, and your gut rumbles uneasily.

“You done already?"

“I can't drink as much as you." You can't believe she's consumed this much water. She's drunk half the water trough.

“Ahh!" Chloe belches and waddles off, flicking her tail from side to side. “Well, I'd better have a snack too. Think I'll try some of this grain." She ambles over to a trough full of silage and starts gorging herself. “If you're done already you might as well make yourself useful." The cow raises her tail again, ready for more.

“Fine," you sigh. The water didn't exactly taste good, but you'd been enjoying the brief moment without the strong aftertaste of bovine bodily fluids. You try just rubbing at first, but she demands oral service again. She begrudgingly allows you to wash her private parts, but it's too hard to carry the water in your cupped hands and all you managed to do is wet down the sticky mess. You sigh in defeat and get under her tail again.

“Higher," she orders, her authoritative tone becoming a gasp.

“You're not gonna shit in my mouth, are you?"

“Don't be silly, sweetie!" she giggles. “Of course I'm going to shit in your mouth!"

“Why did I bother asking?" you grumble, but you must obey. You have to stand up to reach, and lean forward, caressing the stinking, winking sludge-crater with your tongue. Ugh... you know the substance is the exact same as what was covering her pussy, but it still somehow feels grosser to be kissing and licking the very source of such obscene foulness. You brace yourself for the inevitable, but to your surprise, she doesn't fulfill her sadistic promise. Not immediately, anyway. But you can't relax even for a second, not knowing that you're eating a diarrhea-laden cow's ass. The rhythmic flexing and quivering of her pucker, and the ominous gurgling of her bloated stomach, seem to be taunting you. You could be gagged with cow shit at any moment. You can't resist touching yourself. The pressure is gradually, inexorably building in both of you, and you know she's savoring the anticipation too.

Why are you doing this? You ask yourself. This is disgusting. This is obscene, unsanitary. Have you no shame? You know she doesn't. It'll taste horrible, and she won't even care. That disgusting, naughty cow. Maybe you should stop. Maybe you should turn your head aside. Maybe if you use your finger she won't notice, it's not like she can see you in this-

But as you contemplate whether to back out like a coward or let your bovine lover defecate in your mouth like a real man, it becomes too late to make a choice. As you push your tongue against her asshole it suddenly gives way, plunging your taste buds into deplorable-tasting muck. But just as quickly your whole head is forced back by a crackling tide of mushy excrement.

“Ullgglmfff!" you groan in despair as cattle fudge fills your mouth. You turn to the side and spit.

“You like that, toilet boy?" Chloe taunts.

“Not... really!"

“Too bad, 'cuz here comes some more. Why don't you replace that lunch you lost earlier?"

“Please don't make me eat it," you say with a shudder. “I'm not ready..."

“Aww, it's okay, you won't have to eat any!"

“Really?" You say, a little surprised by this display of mercy.

“Yup. This next wave's gonna be pretty runny, so you can just drink it down."

“Oh, fuck..." Your heart sinks, though your boner grows ever stiffer. SPRRPLRBLBLRRPRPBRLLRRTTTT!

If nothing else, you think, she's honest. The stream of slurry that blasts noisily from her sphincter is almost completely liquid, a greasy chocolate milkshake polluting your palate with incomprehensibly repugnant toilet mud. It's overflowing your mouth, raining down on your throbbing member as you furiously stroke yourself. Chloe lets out a gasp of delight. You're barely conscious of your own movement, but your hand finds its way up to her vulva. Despite your utter revulsion at this unclean diarrheal debauchery, you stay put right where she wants you. Under her tail. Under her disgusting, shit-smeared tail. You choke down a mouthful of the thick fecal sludge. No chewing required, just as advertised. Your hips and stomach spasm, and your body tries to reject this unhealthy meal, but your nausea is overwhelmed by your arousal at consummating this most forbidden and degrading of acts. You feel so sick, but you just can't stop. At least, not until the fecal flow pauses and you immediately spew the freshly eaten horrors back up.

“CGULK! HHEEURRRGGGHHHH!" You sputter, clutching at your stomach. It doesn't taste any better coming back up.

“Aww, you poor thing!" Chloe says sympathetically. “It's all right, just try again! I got plenty in me!"

“I don't... wanna... eat it!" you say with a gurgling moan. “Oh god this is horr – aaccckkk!"

BBBRRBRBBOOOOORRRPPFFFSPHLCK!

“What? Couldn't hear you over that!" Chloe cackles, having mercilessly let loose another outburst of stinking intestinal goulash. “Just be a good boy and don't talk with your mouth full."

Fuck, that's so cruel. So assertive. So dominant! So hot! Your loins tense again. You're so close! So close! Oh god, you can't help yourself! You gurgle your compliance, and tongue at her rancid potty pucker again, grasping her tail with one hand and tugging hard. With the other, you do the same to your shaft.

“Ooh!" Chloe squeals and squirts. “Careful honey, if you tug, you chug!"

“ULGGLBBLGLGLGLBLG!" You gurgle helplessly, a moan of pleasure drowned in sewage. You've found that out the hard way, but it's too late now. Your lips smack greedily at her muddy crack, and you run your finger along the base of her tail, stimulating the naughty bovine to release the true hellish force of her bowels. Specifically that one bit in Dante's Inferno where sinners are immersed in excrement. But you can't help but think he had his theology mixed up, because you don't think that was the circle of lust, and what could be more sinfully erotic than this? You bravely weather the tumultous shitstorm with your mouth wrapped around Chloe's rear-facing brown eye. You're udderly disgusted by the loathsome flavor of the dairy cow's soupy effluence, but the surging slurry pollutes your palate so severely that the last vestiges of your instinct to gag at the taste of cowshit is finally drowned with the first pulse of your orgasm. You thrust madly against the dirty cow's udder, completely losing yourself in the filthy throes of diarrheal depravity.

“Ahh... oh wow..." you gasp, your bovine lover's filth dribbling from your mouth. “Urgh... oh my god..." You feel weak and queasy, and you kneel and stare at your hands, completely brown with animal waste. In the post-orgasmic clarity, you slowly take in the awful cost this forbidden pleasure has exacted. Your stomach is full, practically bloated, like you've just had several helpings of hot stew. “I... I can't believe I just drank cow shit." An unbidden, gurgling methane-tained belch escapes your throat.

“How was it?" Chloe asks sweetly. She's facing you now, a beautiful, pure smile on her horned face.

“Not as bad as I thought," you admit. “But..." You recall news stories of beef and dairy recalls, of restaurants condemned due to manure-tainted food. “I'm gonna regret this in a few hours, aren't I?"

“What do ya mean?"

“I just ate literal shit. Aren't I gonna get sick?"

“Uhh... define sick."

“How can you not know what sick means, you speak perfect English!"

“Well, I don't think anybody's ever had to stay in the hospital on account of me... other than the mental hospital anyway... but, let's just say when you go home you might wanna stock up on diapers."

“Oh, no..." Well, it's about what you expected. You can already feel your bowels churning and gurgling.

“I mean, unless you'd rather just go on the ground, but I'm assumin' city folk don't take kindly to that? You humans are so weird about that even out here – and anyway, it's nice the way a diaper holds it and squishes it against you. Although your clothes are kinda the best of both worlds, right? Holds in some mess, but leaks all down your legs... I've tried to get the farmers to make me some but -"

“Okay, I get it! I'm going to have diarrhea!" you snap. “I'll be stuck on the toilet for weeks! My asshole's gonna burn like a chili eating competition winner! Thanks a lot!"

“Oh, don't worry, it don't hurt. Except a little if you try to hold it in too long."

“Whatever..." you sigh in resignation and slick your poo-plastered hair back. “It's too late now, anyway, and I'm still your slave 'til sundown, right? I'm not going to worry about that until the time comes."

“That's the spirit, honey!" Chloe licks your face with such tenderness that it's not until she pulls back and you see her tongue smeared with brown that you realize what the unclean beast has done. “You humans worry too much anyway."