Barn Duties

by Hiona

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Profanity
Length: 1031

Anna, an Earth-Pony with a forbidden desire, finds herself drawn to the most repulsive of substances - cow manure.

Anna Bale, a rancher, finds herself alone in a hot and smelly barn. Will she succumb to the intoxicating allure of the cow manure?

Content Warning : Scatophilia, Olfactophilia, Masochism

Published 2023-12-25 19:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2023-12-25 19:00:01 UTC

Barn Duties

Anna eagerly approached the faded barn doors with a sigh. The ranch sizzled under the summer sun, but the sanctuary of the barn made it all worthwhile. She had just moved the cows into the accompanying field to graze, so now she had it all to herself. She was probably the only Earth-Pony excited to do this work. With a flick of her chestnut-brown hair, she pushed open the creaking doors. The familiar aroma of hay and cow manure greeted her.

She retrieved the shovel off the wall, wasting no time, and quickly plunged it into the closest pile of manure. As it cut into the heap of dung, the barn was suddenly filled with the overpowering odour of decomposing hay.

“Come on Anna,” she told herself, watching the shovel load of creamy brown manure splat into the wheelbarrow with a soft plop. “Don't be gettin’ distracted now.”

The dry crust of another pile crumbles, breaking apart as she slides the shovel in, revealing the darker, moist core. Raising the shovel only heightens the sharp scent, searing her nostrils and clinging to the back of her throat.

“Phew, that sure stinks something fierce!” she exclaims, pausing briefly to regain her composure. Anna continues to load the wheelbarrow with mound after mound. Working up a sweat, her musky odour blends with the pungent smell of the cow manure, creating an overwhelming, foul stench that fills the entire barn.

A loose chunk of dung slips off the edge of her shovel, landing onto her work boot with a wet plap. A thud echoes through the barn as she drops the shovel. Her heart starts to race as she feels the warmth of the manure seeping through her boot, sending a shiver of arousal down her spine. She feels a damp, sticky sensation as the mushy cow pat infiltrates her shoe, oozing through the laces and making contact with her fur.

“Oh, forget it!” She huffs, feeling overwhelmed by the warm sensation of her fur getting matted. "A little bit of play can’t hurt.”

Anna hastily leans down, undoing her laces with her mouth. Shaking in anticipation, the nauseating stench is now less than an inch from her nostrils. Firmly, she bites down on the aglets and yanks, letting her boots hit the barn floor one by one.

The hay teasingly brushes against her now-exposed hooves. Her gaze locks on a large, repugnant puddle of cow manure. A sickly greenish-brown concoction that resembled decomposing cream. Trotting over, she noticed flies circling the pungent blend of clumpy and slimy textures. Excitedly, she inhales. Deeply filling up her lungs with a nauseating blend of rotting vegetation, animal waste, and decay. A touch of earthy acidity lingers on her fur, a constant reminder of her depraved obsession. Her ears perk up as she listens out to see if anypony will notice her indulging herself. But the only sound that reaches her ears is the gentle mooing of the cows as they peacefully graze in the distance, the silence fueling her forbidden fantasies. Her heart races with anticipation as she gingerly extends one hoof. She sees her own reflection of her blushing face looking up at her distort and ripple as her hoof broke the surface of the beige crust that was only slightly darker than her fur. The vile manure envelops Anna’s hoof, reaching all the way to her fetlock. She moans, feeling its slimy consistency cling to her fur. Stepping in with her other hooves only causes the filth to squelch and squish around her. As the repulsive sounds and putrid smells assault her senses, Anna's eyes roll back as she relishes every revolting moment. The squelches and overwhelming stench only serve to heighten her pleasure.

Anna gasps as she loses grip in the sloppy manure. Letting out a gasp of surprise as she tumbles down, the repulsive filth cushions her fall as her flank hits the ground with an undignified splat. The gasp turns into a groan of pleasure as a mixture of shock and humiliation washes over her. The revolting warmth of creamy manure invades and tickles her marehood, only arousing her even more as she wiggles her flank in the puddle, enjoying the sick intimacy with the filth.

“I reckon I’m not better than a cow myself now!” Anna pants as she revels in the filth engulfing her, clinging to her body like a second skin. With a long, exhilarated sigh, she lets her legs fully soak in the errotic excrement. Her submerged pussy pulsates, aching her to give it some attention.

Obliging, She rubs warm, mushy manure against her wet, inviting folds, teasing herself to the brink of ecstasy, revelling in the raw, primal pleasure it brought her. Each touch sends shivers of delight coursing through her body, mingling with the revolting stench that fills the barn. She moans wantonly, continuing to writhe in the filth, her mind only focusing on pleasure as she becomes drunk on the stench.

“I’m a filthy cow!” she moans, the words dripping with sinful desire. Sinking deeper into the disgusting muck, her arousal only intensifies as it penetrates her pulsating marehood. A fly lands on the tip of her nose, attracted to the rotten mix of smells. But she doesn’t swat it away, too preoccupied with massaging clumps of shit into her wet, inviting pussy, then pushing them out again, birthing logs of stool coated in her juices. Her moans grow louder, echoing through the barn as she almost reaches her climax, her body quivering with uncontrollable pleasure.

As she succumbed to her ecstasy, she couldn't help but let out a deep, guttural.

“Mooo!” She moans. The low, primal sound only intensifies her pleasure as she cums. Truly embracing her inner cow. The barn falls silent once more, except for her heavy breathing and the buzzing of flies. Anna's body trembles with exhaustion and overwhelming ecstasy. The mixture of exhaustion and the vile stench that surrounds her sends her spiralling into unconsciousness. On the filthy barn floor, her body lay covered in a grotesque layer of manure. A fitting end to a day of depraved indulgence.

What a pitiful cow she has become.