"Hey, that guy has been watching us for a while." In the equine shopping district, in front of one of the more popular feral stores, a pair of colts glanced behind them.

"Where?" Barry, the brown colt scanned the crowd.

"Just there." Gary, the grey colt tilted his head. 

Barry caught sight of him. An range fox, who blushed and looked quickly again. 

"I saw him a few streets back. Can't seem to get enough of our asses." Gary walked forward, just far enough to find a reflective shop window. He saw the fox walk a little forward, not losing fight of the horses. His infatuated gaze rested on the two horsey hindquarters.

"Think he's into it? Like, nasty into it?"

"One way to find out." Gary lazily flicked his tail and raised it.

[b]BFFWOOOOORT[/b] 

The thunderous fart ripples out of his thick, horsy cheeks, spraying heavy stink into the air. There were a few glances from the crowd, but in the reflection they say the fox blush and stick a telltale paw between his legs. 

"Oh yeah, big freak alert. The best kind." Gary smirked. "Been a while since I really let loose. What say we take him somewhere?"

"I'm up for that. I could take a load off!" Barry nodded.

They trotted together around the corner, with the occasional glance to make sure their passenger was still following. Then they paused and waited. They were ready when the fox walked right into them.

"Hello there! Been admiring us from afar? You know it is quite rude to stare."

The fox trembled as he was squeezed between their two powerful haunches. 

"Lucky for you, my friend and I don't mind too much. In fact, we thought we might take you a little somewhere so you can show us how affectionate you really are?"

The fox squeaked, then nodded. Gary nodded approvingly, noting the bulge in the fox's pants, and the pressure let up slightly. 

"Good boy. Now walk right behind us." He said, whipping his tail back across the fox. "We wouldn't want you to get trampled by accident."

The fox obediently walked between them, away from the busy market street and down some twisting alleys, until they came to a cul-de-sac. 

"This is a good place. The only people who come down here are the kind of perverts who might want to join in." 

"Good. Now, as for you..." The two horses turned and circled the fox, turning until their butts faced him from opposite sides. "Let's give you a closer look at what you love so much!"

They backed up, pressing him between their cheeks. Two sweaty horse-donuts kissed the side of his face. The fox whimpered happily as he was rubbed all over with their stinky halls, their heavy nuts slapping against his arms. 

"So, what do we call such an ass-worshipping fox?" Barry asked casually, as he rubbed his donut across the fox's face.

"Hmm. Pet? Slave? Slut?" Gary responded. "Ah, wait, I know. [i]Toilet[/i]."

The fox whimpered louder, and the horses grinned. 

"There we go. So why don't you show us just how much you want it. Beg like a good toilet."

The horses took a step forward, releasing the fox from their stinky haunches. The fox settled on his paws, panting for a moment, before dropping to his knees. He looked up pleadingly at the two butts, paws cupped in front of him. 

The horses shuffled closer together, presenting themselves.

"That's a good answer." Barry smiled as he let out a grand [b]PHLLRRRPTT[/b] that blew the fox's fur back across his face. A soft sigh from Gary was the only warning before his tailhole opened wide and dropped out a thick spray of horse-apples, dropping right into Toilet's paws. 

The fox shivered in delight as the flow of muck spilled over, dropping onto his chest and his lap. Barry's hole twitched, then spread, sending out a solid stream of dung as well. Toilet moaned in bliss as he was used by the two horses, his body and face painted deep brown by their muck. 

He was panting, his own tail flapping in delight as the onslaught of sludge gave way to another helping of hot, horsey gas.

[b]FFRRRRRRAAAAPPTT[/b]
[b]BFFFWWWRRRRRPPPTTT[/b]

"Ah, that felt good." Gary grunted, fanning his ass with his tail. "So much better than using a stall." 

"We're not done yet." Barry's flexed his brown-glazed donut. "I bet our toilet would [i]love[/i] to properly clean us."

The fox took the hint immediately. He leapt up, pressing his face against Barry's ass, lapping his tongue along the ass. His eyes glazed as he savoured the bitter, grassy taste of the horse's packed dung.

"Ah, you're doing good work there, Toilet!" Barry pushed his hips harder against the licking fox. "Don't forget the balls! There's a whole lot of sweat built up there." 

Toilet obeyed, giving the musky balls a deep sniff before beginning his work, lapping along the horse's potent, heavy orbs. Everything was going to smell and taste of horse musk and horse shit for the next week, but Toilet loved that. He wanted to experience that every day. 

Barry gave a little grunt of satisfaction as Toilet swirled his tongue around inside the rim of his donut. 

"Alright, I think you might be clean enough, Barry." Gary stepped in, gently nudging the brown colt out of the way. "Don't want you to get too excited. Besides, you'll want to get this while its fresh."

Toilet admired the brown streaks running down the horse's ass, then put his muzzle into their taint and took a deep sniff. Just like he'd been told, he started from the balls and worked his way up, licking in all the strongest scents before tasting his chocolate-glazed dessert. The hole was the source of so many strong, musky odours, he was going to get addicted to the taste...

"That's much better. Nothing like some personal service." Gary stepped forward, leaving the fox lapping at nothing. "Nice to meet you, Toilet. Hang around here and maybe we'll see you again. We'll tell the other horses what you're into, don't you worry. Anyone who can smell that stink on you is going to know [i]exactly[/i] what you like." 

The fox sat, whimpering with shame and excitement, sitting in a pile of manure.

"Need something more?" Gary raised an eyebrow. "I suppose you've earned it. Go ahead and jerk yourself off with that shit. Heck, hump the pile. Pump it full of your Toilet spunk. That's the proper place for it." 

Toilet was more than happy to follow this order. He dropped his trousers and got on his hands and knees, his throbbing fox-cock angled over the steaming pile. With a whimpering gasp he thrust himself in, creating his own love-tunnel in the hot, wet mess. He yipped as he pounded the poop-pile, delighted in his obedience. 

[i]Good toilet! Good toilet![/i]

The horses walked out of the alley, leaving him gleefully rutting their mixed manure. On the way back they passed a mare and a huge, broad draft horse, both farting with excitement and reeking of heat. They gave them a little heads up about the playmate they'd left behind. 

"Toilet's gonna have a lot of fun back there." Barry nodded back to the sloppy sounds still coming from the alley. "Say what you like, but my ass has never felt so clean."

"Indeed." Gary nodded. "You don't need to worry, I got his number from his phone while he was worshipping your ass."

"How?" 

"With difficulty. But it is worth it to have a willing Toilet on call."

Both horses grinned.