Buck of the Cult I

At the edge of the evening soothing into the auratic night, nature begins to awaken as an unusual anomaly. It introduces itself as a presence of cacophonic smells, sights, tastes and desires from deep into the woods and swamps. 

The stench autonomously finds its way to civilization. It seems to know how to detect city streets and pathways. From there, it infiltrates homes through ventilation such as open doors and windows.

This seemingly sentient odour violently penetrates the noses of victims causing them to fall ill of uncontrollable nausea and vomiting followed by dopamine rushes, arousal and compliance to the overwhelming parasite, soon to be symbiote. 

Compulsivity takes control of the victims day to day life causing them to act in a gross manner at inappropriate times. These impulses include but are not limited to: emitting flatuence around others, soiling underwear, urges to consume fecal matter with a strong appetite and sexual attraction to feces in large amounts. 

As the mind continues to be overridden by the 'disease', these symptoms may grow and develop into uncontrollable addictions. The victim longs for more and more of the foul odour; they're sometimes reported to be seen wandering the streets at night in crowds in search of manholes and sewers.

Many victims report hearing a loud wailing call  from the wilderness usually in directions where a swampy area resides. This sound spikes activity in the infected parts of the brain that control sexual urges and the sense of direction to safety and home causing them to wander closer to the seemingly familiar voices.

Almost all cases of victims that lead their way to these dangerous calls have never returned home and remain missing to this day. The few  who have returned have caught a strong pungent and permanent stench deep within them which is unable to be masked by any means. 

They are also detailed to be addicted to scat-eating and refuse to quell the compulsion of living in hazardously disgusting conditions as they find indescribable pleasure from no other input than eating, huffing or smearing copious piles of faecal matter. 

All investigations have summed up no leads into the matter; they have only led to more incidents as the unexplainable and heavily rumoured "symbiotic scat society" remains to be uncovered.

"God, if this were real-" 

Equinox leans back in his chair, pondering deeply about what he would do if he could join this community of scat addicts. He wouldn't even need to be caught by the stench although he would really enjoy it overthrowing his subconscious like it were mentioned in the story; it could even help him find out where it is located.

The deer had not showered in over two weeks and his butt was muddy; so much so that his underwear was sludged and stuck against his ass. Anytime the deer felt the need to defecate, he didn't need to even focus efforts on letting his hole relax and letting slide a long steaming log that harshly slopped into his seat. 

He didn't change anytime he shit himself as he believed his own shit logs made for great comfortable, mushy cushions which were always warm and wonderfully fragrant. 

Satisfied with the literature left in the fetish forum, he leaves a like on the well-written story, visits the homepage of the author and leaves a message expressing gratitude for the delightful concept he really enjoyed. 
"Hey, this was a really hot concept. Now youve got me wishin it was real haha" Not seconds later, the author replies in a seemingly serious manner:

"This is not a concept. ive seen it long ago with my own eyes." The author claims. What could this mean? Could it be more immersion and storytelling or are they serious...? 

"Nooo that's just silly!" the deer tells himself, shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders. He decides to play along with what he believes to be his playful or misleading antics. 

"Oh really... Well why did you post this? Arent you afraid some people might go search for them?" 

"Ive been gifted with a scat fetish which is why im on this forum spreading awareness of this society. The piece I posted is a case study I made a few months ago before my encounter which I thought some may enjoy for its grotesque description."

"Right, and it is enjoyable, but if it is 'real' and you tell everyone that reads it that it's real, they could get themselves into trouble or put their lives at risk." The deer is still sceptical of the credibility of this mysterious person's claim but remains intrigued in regards to what they have to say.

"They pose no threat to people. Yes, they do trap them in the swamps and are forced to live in shit forever but I wouldnt say you should avoid them, they really love new people. You're stuck there because they truly believe life is better for you there, theyre really nice and caring. Even im tempted to go find them again."

The deer crosses his arms and questions his own belief of the occult. It's almost like a 'devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other' sort of situation with no clear go ahead of what to believe.

"No... This is just silly, he's gotta be gaslighting me." As much as he denies the existence of these entities, something resonates inside of him. He feels strangely nostalgic. 

In fact, ever since he clicked on the story a strong feeling of familiarity and longing had begun to spark without him realising. Is this why he had enjoyed it so much?

Equinox begins to type back again:
"Ok... who are you and what are you doing? You're really trying to make me believe that the story you wrote is real? You don't know what you're talking about do you?"

The initial reaction was to just defend his understanding of reality but halfway through writing the message he realised: " Maybe he's right and I'm wrong..."

Equinox decides to delete the drafted message, realising that what he had been feeling wasn't just enjoyment. It was a calling, a signal to come home. He knew exactly who was calling him and where to go. A sense of urgency began to formulate inside him, a sense that he's been deathly homesick almost all of his life. 

He'd never given much thought into how he came to this world; all he knew is that he's never been conceived or birthed to anyone's knowledge. It all clicked as the deer realises this is his home. This is why he liked scat, why he naturally stank! 

The sudden epiphany had encouraged him to seek out those who were whispering to him. The deer gets off his chair and leaves his room for the final time in his life with no intentions of coming back. He left his house as quickly as he realised his purpose and without looking back, kicked the door closed without a care. 

Cut to a few hours later, the sun began to set. Night setting in meant the sky was melting into a hazy orange which added to his deliriousity by throwing him off focus during his search. Although Equinox hadn't encountered the so-called 'sentient stench', his nose was suddenly capable of picking up on foul odours magnitudes stronger than before. 

It couldn't be passed off as a placebo effect because the deer could now sense a waste pipeline he could never smell before, overloading his nasal senses to the point of his crotch ballooning so hard that every step he took almost ripped the fibres of his underwear from the pressure of his erect cock poking and prodding at it.

"Oh god, why is this turning me on???" 

Equinox realising his attractions are the masses' repulses resulted in strong humiliation and shame to flush over him. Why was it that only now he was attracted to waste from other furs? He'd only ever been interested in his own shit but now he has a strong craving for filth in general... 

It began with the instinctive unbuttoning of his shirt, then the unzipping of his pants which were discoloured with sweat and precum. The deer soon realised he had evolved a new sense: a hybrid of sight, smell and taste. 

Weak and brittle spots on the exposed sewer pipe stood out to him much more than anything else. The stream of hot sewage was even visible through the pipe... How was this possible? 

With hesitant steps forward and a few 'Snap out of it' steps back, he eventually got down the rockery to where the exposed pipeline rested in the pure darkness.

"It looks delicious- NO! It's not it's- disgusting? Maybe a taste won't hurt." 

Equinox places his paws on the weak spot of the pipe and applies enough pressure to cause it to creak and spill chunky sludgy shit onto the ground and on his feet. The feeling is amazing as it's somehow warm despite it being sewage.  

"Isn't sewage supposed to be cold and liquidy?" 
The deer rhetorically asks himself, curious in a positive manner as to how it would taste, feel.

He can already smell the sewage intensely, arousing him more and more. The thoughts of how it would taste and feel overload his head, pushing him to lean in and let the leaking shit drop onto his thirsty tongue with ease. The mush coats his tongue in a delightfully sickening manner which seeps deep into his taste buds. 

The bitter taste of sewage admittedly tastes far better than his own shit. His appetite only grows for more... 

A quiet concern arises as the taste refuses to subside from his taste receptors, making a permanent residence on his tongue despite the sewage having already been swallowed.

Should the deer have been anxious at this moment, a loud clicking sound emerging from the treeline solidifies his right to feel petrified.

"Eat" a mysterious voice demands from the trees in a forceful manner. 

Fearing for his life, he obeys this demand almost instantly without thinking as if it were the right thing to do. The deer slams the weak sewer pipe-

*BRRRRRRRRRRRSHSH*

As he had expected, a flow of muck which was barely liquid poured out onto the ground like oatmeal building a massive festering pile of mushy shit. It was surprisingly pure as if it was purely faecal matter and nothing else, this was very unusual but welcome to the deer. 

The figure reveals part of itself. A pair of golden-yellow eyes pierce the deer deep into its soul, inducing more corrupt thoughts and desires. A further examination reveals a brown wolf-like figure but it seems like it's not naturally brown, it's coated in a thick grimy layer of... Something.

"The power will feed you with all you desire. No more food, just poop forever. Once you are done, a piece of the power will live inside of you and guide you to the hive."

"O-okay... Thanks." 

The figure seemingly melts back into the treeline leaving streaks of brown smears on the trees. Whatever it was, fur or beast, it certainly wasn't hygienic.

Spontaneously, his instincts burst into action to ensure his eyes were locked on the growing pile of warm shit climbing higher with each gush of sewage from the pipe. His appetite for shit the equivalent of having not eaten for a week after running a marathon. 

The deer knelt down, eyeing the pile with hunger, opens his maw and stretches his tongue. A soft lick scoops up a mouthful of sludge and he massages it deeply into his tongue, getting the full bitter, musky flavour to coat his tongue and throat. 

It was amazing- His soft blue eyes lit up while his maw opened wide. As his teeth sank into the scat, a loud mushing, crackling symphonic bliss entranced him enough to keep biting and filling his maw with warm meal.

Any gags were heavily repressed not by free will but by a strange autonomy. It was a surprise his stomach was holding the waste as well as it was. 

The more sewage Equinox ate, the less full he felt. The less full he felt, the hungrier he was. 
He was now shovelling mush greedily into his already packed maw forcing his throat to bulge and retract with each swallow. This was something that needed to change; his insides were puny compared to the amount of filth he needed. 

Even if he had a great hunger, deep down he knew it would never be truly sated. He would forever need more shit to pack, cover and huff himself with. The presence inside of him awakens. The Power.

A deep chord is struck, the path home clear as day marked by a brown smudge path that meandered deep into the woods. This was it; time to go home. Before departure, he claws up a handful of the slurry and carries it with him as a snack to sate his urges on the way. 

Blue moonlight spotlighted the floor of the forest rife with scat smudges, smears and piles. The raw smell of sewage birthed a new hope of life. This felt right at home for Equinox.

The path twists and turns around trees. It winds all over the place with no clear direction until it stops right at the foot of a particularly odd looking tree; Its leaves withered in an almost artificial way caused by toxicity from abundant fumes which filled the air in harsh amounts. It stank, but stink was becoming a great commodity for Equinox; the disgusting became extremely alluring.

At the foot of the tree was a miniature metal cube emitting a strange captivating hazel glow. A strong wave of heat radiated from this mysterious object hitting the deer's paw when it got closer.

Before he could touch the cube, a familiar figure popped into sight to greet him once again. 

"You followed. Good. Now I want you to sit down in front of the power and release your waste for it." 

Fully complacent and understanding, Equinox planted his already muddy butt onto the ground. 

*smrrrsh*

"Now shit." The entity orders. 

Equinox needs not to try as his hole tenses then loosens to relieve a silo of mush which eases out of his ass and onto the ground. His ass was warm and burning from the ton of shit that slid past it. The shit hits the ground with a loud sloppy:

*SSHLRRP*

but not before he releases a loud, rumbling:

*BLLRRRRRRRRFT*

A new wave and rush of senses overstimulated him to plonk his hovering ass down full-force into the pile and rub it deep into the soil, fertilising it with his disgusting deer slurry.

Just as he began relaxing into the mass of shit he had just laid, the cube was now glowing a deep filthy brown; the same colour as his waste. It even began to stink just like his shit. 

"It is you! Here, I'm taking you home."

"W-what?? Home!?" 

Before the deer could further question the scat-wolf, he is unrightfully snatched by the arm and trudged hastily through the trees. 

"Where are you taking me!?"

"We have been waiting for your arrival; it has been foretold for many revolves. You will love it there." 

With his free arm, Equinox grabs the clump of sewage he had stuck to his fur earlier and stuffs it in his mouth. The taste is unbelievable; the further the corruption progresses, the better it tastes. It's more that the taste becomes more acquired than it changes, furs corrupted by this force still taste scat the same, it is just enjoyable afterwards.

After what felt like 10 minutes of sprinting past tree after tree, becoming more and more dirty and brown, they finally reached a ditch in the ground. Instead of water, it was just a stream of shit leading to a small quaint, smelly town just by the coast. 

A large, rusty shit-smeared gate guarded the town. The gate only answered to the most disgusting of individuals, requiring shit to be stuffed in its 'keyhole' for it to allow the request to open. 

The wolf creature grabbed a chunk of his own torso and ripped it off. At first, it seemed dangerous but the deer soon discovered the wolf was made purely of scat. It had no flesh, its bones were solid dried shit. The wolf mashed his own scat-fragment deep into the keyhole allowing entry to the town.

Every house seemed to be crafted from slabs of shit, the pathways just a huge smear of dung leading into a massive well near the centre full of not just sewage but piss and occasionally ejaculatory fluids.
The well was situated right in front of a massive throne made of, as expected, shit. 

This 
Was
Amazing.
The deer had a twinkle in his eyes and a raging erection. A while town made entirely of shit was right in front of him, his home and abode was in a living dream.

"How has this been kept such a secret? This settlement is huge!" 

"Only those truly seeked by the power can comprehend and understand the sight of our lands. To normals, our town is any old town. But those who hold the powers might may seek us."

(END OF PART ONE)