WARNING – This chapter involves descriptions of Shit Play and is mildly disgusting, but it does have a happy ending so you can skip to that part if you wanna avoid the grossness.
Frederick Peterson clapped Lewis on the back, it was January and the side-project had proved a quiet but noticeable success, Adam and Ally, and Dave and Darcy were preparing to say goodbye to their second litter, Clive and Clara had just given birth to their second a few days ago and Barry and Betty and Eric and Emma were expecting to give birth in the next couple weeks.
The foals leaving had proven just as popular as the first batch and already made close to 4 Grand on their own, the staggered births meant that profit margins came through slower but more consistently since there would always be mares giving birth at some point. Plus it helped Lewis and his team avoid crazy days like last time.
“You’ve done a hell of a job Carter, I’m impressed with your little outfit.”
“Thank you sir, but credit goes to my team, they’re the reason I get to go home at night and not sleep in the back office anymore. Besides we’re still small-time and the Fluffies are growing fast, by March the first litter will be old enough to breed, effectively doubling our output whilst still just having the three of us and Martha. Plus we don’t know how the Maths is going to work on an extended scale, if the prices can match the cost for food, shelter, labour, quality of life…”
“Carter, relax, these problems will be dealt with in time, for the moment enjoy the new year, go spend some time with that handsome boyfriend of yours.”
Lewis tried and failed to hide his blush. “Danny’s not my boyfriend sir, we’ve only been out on a couple dates.”
“Then go on another date and make it official, I mean it Carter, I appreciate what you’ve done but this has been a success, you’ve earned a break.”
“With all due respect sir, it’s not been a total success.”
Lewis looked over to Felicity’s home, where she and her daughter – now named Fiona – were playing with some wooden blocks. Despite the smile on her face Lewis knew that Felicity’s depression over not having a special-friend was only getting worse, especially now that she was the only mare not to have more foals and Fiona would soon be old enough to have her own family.
Lewis had noticed Felicity coddling Fiona a little bit too much lately and had to discipline her or risk Fiona developing Smarty Syndrome, still it broke his heart to do so.
The problem was that even when he could find an Alicorn friendly Stallion, half the time they tried to shit on her for being ‘poopie colour’, the other half they tried to rape her first then shit on her. Lewis was determined to find Felicity a partner, but Habio’s programming was fucking him up and he didn’t know how to bypass it.
As an unintended piece of luck however, somebody else did.
4 Months Earlier
From the moment Lewis took Martha away Katherine had hated his little hugboxer project. Not for the loss of Martha, but for the indignation that Lewis felt he had the RIGHT to change The Farm, like his ideas were better than what had been established and practised for years beforehand.
So she decided to use her Fluffy psychology, and fuck with his project from within.
Just before leaving that night she swiped two of the newborns from the mares, a colt and a filly. The colt was a prize, a baby blue Pegasus with goddamn rainbow coloured mane, wings and tail, it would easily make thousands for the company to the right buyer, even more once it was weaned and trained properly. Katherine knew that losing this foal would launch an investigation so she shaved off some fluff and dabbed it on the mouth of the nurse-mare who had him last.
They’d just assumed she ate him, milkbag the bitch and look at who the colts parents were to see if they could replicate the results. The filly on the other hand was a dull greenish brown colour with nothing remarkable about her, the only reason she hadn’t been chucked was because they wanted to see if she could be a nurse-mare to help ease colour judgement in the foals.
Still, there’d be no investigation for her loss.
Katherine took the two foals and called up an old friend to ask for some help.
“Yeah?” They answered, a little confused as to the late night call.
“Joe, you wanna hurt some Fluffies?”
Josef left the two chirpies in the cage with the auto-feeder and returned to Katherine in his kitchen. “So, you wanna make a Fluffy coprophiliac?”
“A what?”
“A Fluffy with a hard-on for shit. That’s what you’re getting at here right?”
“Right, Fluffy heads are easy to fuck with, you associate shit with sex and it won’t be able to break that brainwave.”
“Ok… why?”
“Oh come on Joe, don’t tell me you’re not interested.”
“I’m interested, and intrigued, and a little disgusted. But most of all confused, what is the end-goal of this?”
“To fuck with Carter and his little group of holier-than-thou fuckwits. Colt like that is one in a fucking million Joe, I bring him in, say he’s a rescue from some abuser and Peterson will throw him into Carter’s Group before the paperwork’s dry. From there they’ll waste so much time and effort trying to get him to mate and wondering why his dick springs into action whenever someone takes a dump.”
“You know if order to pull this off you’ll need to spend a lot of time around Fluffy shit, and before you ask no, I’m not letting you use my basement for this little experiment. I’m all for fucking with Fluffies but I’m not having you stink up my home.”
“It’s fine, I’ve got some room in the shed, all I need is a lamp-heater and some blankets. As for you, all I need is one little thing for you to do for me.”
“Alright, what do you need?”
“I need you to pillow the bitch.”
With Josef’s help, Katherine set up a small nursery in her shed, the lamp-heater kept the two foals warm while the nest of blankets made for a small Fluff-pile between the two of them, although the colt did seem to get annoyed when his hugs were never returned.
Katherine bought two milk bottles and some formula to feed the foals with, the colt’s she handled normally, wanting him to grow up as healthy as possible. With the filly, she added just a little bit of Fluffy poop to the mixture to ease her into the taste, litter-pals didn’t tend to last long but Katherine figured if the filly got use to the taste, she’d hold out a little bit longer.
Naturally she gagged and threw up a few times at the taste but once her little mind accepted that this was the only milk she was getting, she was able to hold it down. If only just.
After a few days both foals began to open their eyes, the colt went first.
“Mummah?”
Katherine immediately went to her best friendly voice. “Oh hi little guy, yes I am your new mummy. Aren’t you the cutest little thing?”
She gentle stroked the colts’ belly as he grabbed her fingers and hugged with all the love his little body could give. “Wub mummah.”
“And mummy loves you too.” You little cunt.
Suddenly the colt spotted something moving in the corner of his eye, he looked over and let out a small burst of pee.
“Mummah? Wha wong wiv nyu fwiend?”
The filly slowly opened her eyes, she had had the most terrible nightmare that her leggies were missing, and the nightmare never seemed to end. But now she was awake, the nightmare was over and she could see a human woman and a little colt in front of her, she smiled at them both.
“Mummah?”
She went to stand up and hug her new mother, only for nothing to happen, why weren’t her leggies working. Then it hit her, the nightmare was real, she has no leggies.
“MUMMAH! MUMMAH WHEWE WEGGIES, BABBEH NEED WEGGIES!” The filly screamed and cried, which set off the colt screaming and crying as well. Katherine quickly tried to sooth them both – fighting her every instinct not to crush their little bodies – and quietly hushed them down from their panic attacks.
“Hey, hey, it’s ok, Mummy’s here. I’m sorry dear but you don’t have any legs, you were born without any, you’re what’s known as a ‘Poopie Fluffy’.”
“Wha, bu am onwy babbeh, nu wan be poopie.”
“I’m sorry but that’s who you are, you’re job is to help your friend here stay clean and make good-poopies, and in return I will look after you and make sure you’re kept safe.”
The filly started crying again. “Nu wan num poopies, wan mummah.”
Katherine flashed a wicked grin across her face. “Your mother is the reason you’re in here, poopie Fluffies only give birth to poopie Fluffies, she had you so you could take over her place. Imagine hundreds of Fluffies, all expecting you to give them lickie-cleans, I saved you from that, I didn’t want a baby to suffer like that. All I ask is that in return for helping you, you only have to clean one Fluffy, my little friend here.”
That little piece of fear about giving birth to another poopie would scare the filly away from ever wanting babies, not that she ever could cause Katherine had Josef spay her as well but the little shit didn’t know that.
The filly looked over at the colt, something in their programming was settling off alarm bells, saying that something wasn’t right about Katherine’s statement of poopies Fluffies, but neither of them had any reason not to trust her. The colt stepped forward.
“Babbeh nu wan huwt nyu fwiend, wiww twy an gib wittew poopies.”
“Fank yu, babbeh hab heawt-huwties but wike nyu fwiend.”
Katherine clapped her hands together. “See, isn’t that so much nicer that we’re all friends, now I guess I should name you two, let’s see. Let’s name the filly Copro, and the colt Guano, that should fit your new roles quite well I’d say.
The two foals loved their new names, of course they did, they were too stupid to understand what they meant.
Katherine took it easy over the first few weeks, she wanted to keep them both on good terms before stabbing them in the back. Even with Copro’s brown fluff, Guano remained courteous with her, sometimes his tongue slipped and he’d refer to her as poopie, but he always apologised afterwards and tried to play with her when he could.
Once Copro was placed inside of her litter-pal box to keep her secured, she fell into her role quite well, thanks to Katherine spiking her milk with faecal matter whenever she had to give Guano lickie-cleans something sparked in her brain and she was able to hold down her stomach. She never liked it, but vomiting was kept to a minimum.
After about a month, once Guano had started to eat more solid foods and therefore had more solid turds, Katherine moved into the next stage of her plan.
“Copro, I have a favour I need to ask you.”
“Yea mummah?”
“Now that you and Guano are getting bigger, I’m going to need you to be more thorough in how you clean him, you need to give him much bigger licks now, all over as much as you can reach. Can you do that for me Copro, I’d hate to see Guano get sick because you couldn’t clean him properly?”
Copro gasped, she didn’t want her best and only friend to get hurt because she was a bad Fluffy. “Copwo du wha mummah say, gib Gwan-o bestesh wickie-cweans.”
“That’s my girl.” Katherine ruffled Copro’s head as a thank you.
Thankfully Katherine didn’t have to wait long to see Copro in action, not long after dinner that night Guano took his regular spot in front of Copro and shit into her mouth, apologising for the mess. Copro didn’t complain, she still wasn’t a fan of the taste of shit but not knowing anything else, she’d become neutral to it. Once Guano was finished she started licking him clean, making sure his wonderful fluff was free of any shit stains or poop marks, mummah Katherine was right, he was getting bigger and there was more of him to lick clean so Copro moved in closer and starting licking as much as she could, even if the spit was clean she still licked it to make sure. She cleaned him at the top where her poopie-place was, and then she started to lick lower, down towards his no-no stick.
The first brush of Copro’s tongue against Guano’s dick caused him to yelp a little, instantly she stopped for fear of hurting him.
“Am fwiend ok?”
Guano nodded. “Yea, Fwuffy jus a wittew jum-pee.”
Katherine noted the small lie in Guano’s statement and watched as Copro kept licking him, all the while Guano’s penis gradually grew more and more erect from the stimulation until…
“Ok, that’s good enough for tonight Copro, I’m very proud of you.”
“Fank yu mummah. Nu wan Gwan-o hab huwties.”
Katherine smiled and scratched Copro’s ears before picking Guano up and taking him through to his bedroom. Guano was confused, if Copro didn’t want him to have hurties, then why did he have the worst hurties in his lumps right now?
The next morning, Guano would wake up with his stuffy friend covered in a weird white liquid, and he would never understand why.
Katherine kept this up over the coming weeks, Copro would lick Guano clean, inadvertently touch his dick, he’d get hard and confused and Katherine would stop him before he got too excited. Her plan was to hardwire his brain into associating shit with pleasure, but she still needed him to remain relatively normal, if she had him shooting loads now then he’d likely end up as sex-mad stallion.
At least his wet-dreams remained a mystery to him.
After a while of this, Guano finally got up the courage to ask her. “Mummah, wai du Gwan-o hab huwties in wumps wen Copwo gib wickie-cweans?”
By this point Guano was coming up to four months old, only a couple more before he was of prime breeding age, but since he was asking about his lumps Katherine figured he was at least becoming conceptually aware of his sexuality.
If this worked out she needed to write a goddamn book on Fluffy psyches.
“Your lumps are hurting because you’re becoming a stallion Guano, you’ll soon be able to find a special-friend and have babies. Isn’t that exciting.”
“Bu wai wen habben wickie-cweans?”
“Well, when Copro gives you lickie-cleans, she’s probably touching your no-no stick right?”
Guano nodded, a little embarrassed.
“That means you’re enjoying her touch you, if you enjoy something then it means when you find a special-friend, you’ll be able tell them what you like and have good-feels together. Does your no-no stick get hard when Copro gives you lickie cleans?”
Guano looked away, still embaressed. “Yea.”
“Does it get hard at anything else?”
“Nu fink su.”
Katherine decided to hammer the point home, in an effort to break through to Guano’s little brain. “Hmm, I guess there’s a connection between pooping and good-feels for you, but that’s normal for someone your age.”
Guano’s eyes lit up, of course it made sense. His no-no stick got hard when Copro cleaned him, she cleaned him when he made poopies. Poopies were what led to enfies, it was the only explanation.
“Mummah, can Gwan-o gu make poopies pwease?”
“Do you need to make poopies?”
“…Nu yet but…”
“Then no, go have your lunch first, then you can make poopies.”
Reluctantly Guano went through to eat, his phallus already hardening at the thought of having enfies. Katherine wanted to see how far this could go so while Guano was distracted by food, she grabbed a box of wet-wipes and ran through to Copro.
“Hey Copro, I just realised that I’ve not cleaned you for a while, I should probably do that so you don’t get owies on your bottom.”
Copro beamed at her mother. “Pwease mummah, poopie-pwace hab itchies.”
“It’s ok dear, I’ll sort it.”
Opening the back flap of the litter-pal box, Katherine got to work wiping down Copro’s ass, it was not a pleasant job and the room began to stink out from the stench, but Katherine held her breath, knowing that the results would be worth it.
She hoped they’d be worth it.
Katherine finished wiping Copro just as Guano bounded into the room, his eyes lit up at the smell of shit in the air and if anything got even more excited. Katherine stepped out of the way to let Guano do his business.
Conveniently forgetting to close the back-flap of Copro’s box.
“Hewwo Gwan-o, need make gud-poopies?” Copro innocently asked her friend.
Guano nodded. “Fink it be big poopies, need gud wickie-cweans.”
Copro was a little surprised to hear that, but thought nothing of it as Guano position his backside at her mouth and let out a log. It didn’t feel any bigger than usual to her but she still licked her best friend clean all the same, wanting to keep him safe from sickie-hurties.
Once again, her tongue started to touch Guano’s already hard phallus, the young colt was way too excited and shivered at the touch.
“Am Gwan-o ok.”
“YEA. Pwease jus keep wickin, pwease.”
This felt wrong, Copro moved her head back. “Nu, fink fwiend am cwean enuff, nu wan…”
Suddenly Guano spun round and jammed his dick into her mouth, the shocked scream she made tickled him in ways he never expected, Katherine had to hold back a laugh as Guano went cross-eyed.
“Enf, enf, enf. Fank yu for wickie-cweans bestesh enfie fwiend.”
Copro screamed and let out a blast of scaredy poopies, she didn’t want to be Guano’s enfie friend, she didn’t want to bring more poopie babbehs into this horrible life.
Unfortunately for her, that blast of shit is what sealed her fate, the stench wafted into Guano’s nostrils and he had to follow it. When he found the source in the open back flap, the mixture of shit and mare essence fucked up his already broken brain and he dove right in, embedding himself into Copro in one thrust.
“AAAIIIIIEEIIEIEEIHHHHH!”
Copro was heart-broken, not only as her best friend giving her the worst special-huggies ever, but he was doing it while she was covered in poopies, she tried to give him sorry-poopies but that just seemed to make him go faster. This wasn’t right, she was humiliated, she was disgusted, she was hurt.
She cried as Guano came inside her.
The little rainbow stallion fell back, panting, his first ever enfies and they were every bit as exciting as he believed. Once he had his strength back he would go again.
Katherine smiled at the sight, her experiment was a success.
Katherine gave Guano a couple more days of poopie-enfies to really let the training sink in before taking him to a no-kill shelter she knew was on the delivery route for The Farm. She’d put on her best crying face and handed him over, telling the staff that she’d saved him from her fucked-up boyfriend and wanted to see him go to a good home, she ran out before they could ask her to sign any papers though. She wasn’t afraid of Guano’s origins going back to her, she never told Guano her name, the staff at the shelter had never seen her before, as far as everyone knew Guano was rescued from a mad-man and that was that.
As for Copro, Katherine showed a little mercy to the distraught filly and gave her a warm bath, before drowning her in the shitty water.
It didn’t take long for the company rumour mill to start churning and tell Katherine her job was complete, Lewis Carter had been given a genuine rainbow dash stallion and he couldn’t get the damn thing to hump. It was hard not laugh on shift whenever she heard of the pain and suffering that Lewis’ little group was going through.
Served him right for trying to fuck with her abuse toys.
After a week or so, Katherine decided to pay Lewis a little visit, under the guise of false friendship. Sadly Lewis wasn’t there, apparently he’d taken the day off to go on a date with some Scottish driver, but Jennifer was and that little soft-hearted bitch would do.
Katherine found her outside of Bay 45 and approached her with her fake smile again. “Hey, Jennifer is it? I’m Katherine, I work in the nursing unit.”
Jennifer’s smile by comparison was genuine, having no idea of Katherine’s abusive side. “Oh hi there, you must know Martha then?”
“Martha? I’m afraid not.”
“Sorry of course, Martha is what Lewis named 30-19 when she came here. Is that who you’re here to see?”
“No, no sorry. I’m actually here to be a little nosy, I heard you’ve been having problems with one of your new stallions. Now I’m not one to give into rumours but some of the stuff I’ve heard, I had to see for myself.”
Katherine felt her heart drop when Jennifer smiled at her. “Oh yes, you’ll be talking about Guano. He was such a tragic case when he came in, but I think we’ve been able to help him out.”
“What?”
“Just take a look inside, he’s the blue one with the rainbow mane, closest to the door on the left.”
Katherine peered through the window, looking at all the happy Fluffy parents playing and laughing with their foals, it sickened her. Then she saw him, Guano was sitting happily outside his little Fluffy home.
And next to him was a pregnant brown Alicorn mare.
Jennifer missed the look of barely restrained fury in Katherine’s eyes as she looked over the happy couple.
“It was a strange start to their relationship, but one that worked out for them both. You’ll laugh when I tell you.”
When Guano arrived to Lewis’ group, it didn’t take them very long to realise that he was a little different, aside from his name he always got excited whenever he or somebody else made poopies.
Flynn had to the clever idea to keep him in the carrier cage until they knew what to do with him, so all they had to deal with was Guano humping the bars in frustrations.
Lewis shook his head at the sight. “This ain’t good, Peterson was adamant we add this guy to the group, but how can we if he wants to fuck whenever someone has a shit?”
Flynn shrugged his shoulders. “Can’t we call him a lost cause and throw him out?”
Jennifer slapped Flynn’s arm. “Don’t be cruel, for one thing Peterson would never let us give up that easily on a stallion with THOSE colours. For another he’s a living creature and we’re not going to abandon him.”
Flynn looked down at Guano, his eyes widening in ecstasy at the smell of his own litterbox.“Well… what the fuck do you suppose we do?”
At that point, Martha tapped on Lewis’ leg. “Woo-ish, Mawtha hab thinkie-pwace pwan.”
“Alright, shoot.”
“Fowwow Mawtha.”
Martha led the team to other end of the room, where she pointed to Felicity sitting outside her home, still looking depressed.
Lewis got what she was saying immediately. “That’s risky as hell Martha, we don’t know what he’ll do to her.”
“Nyu fwiend wike poopies. Fewi-sitty hab poopies cowoa, wisky bu mite wowk. Wet Mawtha expwain wules.”
Jennifer placed the cage with Guano inside onto the floor, Martha knocked on the bars to get his attention.
“Gwan-o, wook at Mawtha pwease.”
“Hmm, wha Mawtha wan?”
Martha pointed over to Felicity. “See dat mawe?”
Guano looked over and instantly he felt his heart do a skip, sitting alone was the prettiest mare he’d ever seen, and she looked so sad, sad enough to make Guano feel sad at the sight of her.
“Wai pwetty mawe hab heawt-huwties, Gwan-o wan gib huggies tu pwetty mawe.”
“Dat am Fewi-sitty, she hab huwties fwom wast speciaw-fwiend, gib hew bad speciaw-huggies an caww hew poopie-munstah.”
“NU! Fewi-sitty am nu munstah, am pwettiest mawe eba.”
“Yu wan be Fewi-sitty speciaw-fwiend?”
“PWEASE, Gwan-o wan gib wub an huggies to Fewi-sitty su nu hab heawt-huwties nu mowe.”
“If Gwan-o wan be speciaw-fwiend wiv Fewi-sitty, den yu wisten tu Mawtha wules.”
Silently the three humans watched Martha work her magic.
“This is incredible.” Flynn whispered. “We need to take Martha into the pony shows.”
“Fuck that.” Lewis whispered back. “Let’s put her on the quiz shows.”
Below them, Martha made her rules clear. “Wule numba wun: Yu onwy gib enfies wen Fewi-sitty wan, nu gib bad-huggies.”
Guano nodded, suddenly feeling very guilty about what he did to Copro. He hoped his old mummah was treating her right.
“Wule numba twu: Yu ONWY gib enfies tu Fewi-sitty, she Gwan-o’s speciaw-fwiend nyo, nu-wun ewse. Wule numba thwee: Poopies du NUT mean enfies, dat am wie dat Gwan-o need tu ignowe.”
Guano couldn’t believe it, poopies did not mean enfies? Was his mummah wrong? Did she lie to him? He went to argue until he saw Felicity again and felt his heart skip another beat.
“Ok, Gwan-o undastan. Mite hab twoubew, bu wiww twy fow pwetty Fewi-sitty.”
Martha nodded, trusting Guano to his word, she nodded at Jennifer who opened the cage door and let Guano out. Now with freedom to approach Felicity, Guano felt his legs start to wobble from underneath him, he took a deep breath and walked over to her, Martha following close behind to make sure no funny business happened.
Felicity barely noticed the handsome stallion approaching her, but she readied herself for the sorry-hoofies all the same.
“Hewwo, am yu Fewi-sitty?”
This was new, she turned to the stallion, curious as to what his game was. “Am Fewi-sitty, who yu?”
“Am Gwan-o, was finkin du Fewi-sitty wan be speciaw-fwiends?”
Felicity scoffed and turned away. “Yu nu wan poopie speciaw-fwiend, yu jus wan gud-feews.”
Guano stepped forward and softly rubbed his head against her neck. “Nu, Gwan-o fink Fewi-sitty am pwettiesh mawe eba, yu nu poopies, yu am boo-tee-fuw.”
Felicity shied away, her caution slowly dropping away. “Fewi-sitty nu say yea, bu if Gwan-o wan tawk den Fewi-sitty nu mind if he stay.”
As the two Fluffies got to know each other, Lewis knelt down and rubbed Martha on her back. “You are a bloody genius, you know that right?”
“Mawtha nu geen-us, Mawtha jus knyo Fwuffies.”
As humble as she was, Martha couldn’t help but feel a little bit of pride seeing Felicity happy again.
Jennifer continued her story, still not seeing the rage in Katherine’s eyes. “We thought it would take longer for Felicity to open up, but the two of them were humping that night. Guano just adores her, whatever sick bastard messed with his head got in their deep and he still has some issues he’s working through. But now he has Felicity and their children to help him, I think in time they’ll be ok.”
“That’s… wonderful.” Katherine gritted her teeth at the happy sight.
“Isn’t it just. Anyway I should get back inside, it was lovely to meet you Katherine.”
“Yeah, sure.”
Jennifer paid no mind to Katherine’s dismissal and went back into the Bay, giggling as she was met by a chorus of happy cheering. Katherine stayed outside, her eyes never leaving Guano’s smiling face. She spent four months of her life staining her home with the sight and the stench of Fluffy turds, only to have all that work undone in less than two weeks by the power of boners.
She didn’t know whether to be hurt or impressed.
“Well… Shit.”