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Grinning knowingly at the camera, Lily clicked the button which would refresh her twitch overlay, and felt a little shiver pass through her as the new donation goals appeared in her live feed, visible to all two hundred viewers.
She couldn’t believe she’d been talked into this.
“There you go, petals,” she said, with her practiced smile, “a little challenge for you all!”
At the top of her overlay was a cute cartoon drawing of herself, blonde, blue-eyed and buxom, with the same signature purple miniskirt, gold choker, nose-ring, and pink tube top she wore in reality, and the striking tyrian streak in the hair over her brow. In the artwork it curled up to form her streamer logo, a heart over her head. Her actual hair couldn’t quite do that, but the cute hairclip she wore evoked the concept. Her chibi self was gesturing to the new highest goal… $1,000,000.
Fifty times the next goal down.
Hers was a typical e-girl stream, a beautiful young woman trying to make a living with her looks and charm as she played games and teased her viewers.
Alas then, that she was in an oversaturated market.
That was where the new donation goals came in. Most were standard fare, increasingly daring but still within TOS and common decency… save for that last one.
Her chat was going wild at the simple, shocking words.
‘Lily Becomes a Horse’s Anus Permanently’
Her heart fluttered each time she read it.
Orifice Solutions had taken the internet by storm in the past year – inevitable, when the company offered a service so bizarre and perverse – never before had body modification to such an extreme even been considered, and now it was available to the average consumer.
She was far from the only streamer to try to take advantage of the fascination of all the company offered. Already there were several transformed streamers out there making it big as openings on the bodies of others.
But none of them had dared become anything so… outrageously depraved… as part of an animal… let alone an asshole.
That double first was pure gold, something never seen before, at least on twitch.
Hence the humongous donation goal.
Lily tried not to dwell on the ridiculous, humiliating conversations it sparked in her chat, playing innocent as she got on with her game and watched the money roll in.
She couldn’t stop rubbing her thighs together as she watched the number rising.
~~~
‘No way we’re meeting it,’ one viewer typed.
‘Not in the week we have left, should have set the goal lower’
‘We just made 100k tho!’
‘Sure, but that means we got 900k to go!’
‘Lol, u expect her to throw away her life for $1000?’
‘Prolly just a joke incentive anyway.’
Lily looked straight into the camera.
“I saw that, Assmaster80085. Very original name you have there, sweetie. But I promise you, petals, this is totally real.”
She slipped a document out from under the camera. It was in a large font… and it proclaimed clearly to all Lily’s legal commitment to honoring her donation targets.
“All signed and witnessed, with the legal bells and whistles,” she said, almost purring in amusement.
“If we hit one million I have to do it, live on stream! I’ll have no choice but to… turn myself into a nasty, stinky, feral pony butthole, irreversibly!”
It was gross even to imagine it, yet the frown on her face wasn’t one of disgust. Lily had spent the whole of the last three weeks wondering… picturing pony holes… even image-searching them.
Watching footage of horses’ assholes clenching and winking, made her ridiculously wet.
Relieved as she was to see that she was safe from that fate, she couldn’t stop imagining what if would be like if she somehow, impossibly, hit the goal… and had to make good on her contract.
A contract with no way out.
Her management agency had a deal with OS, and the corporation was eager to enhance their profile. The agency already managed one transformed streamer, a vagina called Justin, whose girlfriend reluctantly consented after she saw the size of the prospective fee.
But this time around there was no big payout, because as her chat had observed, contract or not, they couldn’t meet a target that high.
That was the point.
To offer something so shocking, so novel and surreal, that people would try to hit it, even if in reality she was quite safe.
It was just a perverse fantasy she titillated herself with, in the same way her viewers pretended the might somehow have a shot with her.
‘Anonymous donated $900,000.’
That couldn’t be right.
‘YOU DIED’ flashed up on the screen, but Lily didn’t even notice it.
Her jaw had dropped as she tried to process the number of zeroes on the screen.
Her chat was exploding with jubilation and teasing.
Her donation total was exactly $1,000,000.
The message was read aloud automatically.
‘Here’s the extra push you needed! Can’t wait to see your new debut as a horse hole!’
~~~
It had taken several days for Lily to really internalize the reality of her situation.
After the mysterious and colossal donation and the panicked early end to her stream, she’d called her manager.
He’d laughed at Lily’s suggestion of voiding the contract.
Her lawyer had backed up the agency position – if she didn’t become a horse anus, they’d be taking her to court, and her career would be ruined.
Friends had even sent her congratulations and celebratory messages.
Adverts were already running on all the affiliated channels too, reminding everyone to watch the big event in less than a week’s time.
It was seeing the little animation of her face inflating and twisting into a bulging, winking pucker that had really made her situation clear.
Watching that absurd rendition of herself puff a little cloud of farts, she’d realized that everyone was united on this – the whole world was expecting her to become a horse’s asshole.
Forever.
After that she’d researched the procedure herself… what it meant to go through with such a transformation. What would become of her body and what might remain of her face. The descriptions were so lurid, so… alluring.
She had stared for an hour at a video of a horse asshole speaking in interview, replaying the same three minutes over and over.
Watching how it clenched and squished, and hearing the wetness, seeing the steam rise from between those huge hindquarters.
That night she hadn’t slept a wink.
Her head was filled with depraved images, her loins burning as she fought the urge to touch herself. She couldn’t, not while such self-debasing thoughts lingered in sight each time she closed her eyes.
The following day she made a trip to Orifice Solutions headquarters.
They were only too happy to see her, and to show her out to the paddock, where their last ‘applicant’ was kept.
Jack trotted over, with a happy look.
The pony seemed to smile at the human woman as he approached, and even knew just why she was there.
He turned, presenting his rear, and that thick, wiry tail rose.
Prepared as she was for what lay beneath, Lily still gasped.
“Pretty freaky, right?”
The thick, wobbling sphincter-mouth distorted as it spoke. It was set into a human face, the puckering opening replacing lips and jaw on the otherwise handsome features looking up at her with an amused twinkle in their eyes.
“William?” Lily asked.
“In the flesh… albeit not the original. I hear you’re going to be joining me in that regard!”
It was surreal to watch a horse’s asshole speaking to her, but what struck her more was the smell. A powerful musky aroma that wafted out with each word the rectum uttered.
“I… well I guess I am,” she admitted, flushing bright pink.
“Congratulations! So how can Jack and his butthole help? Not to rush you or anything, but my body here does tend to wander off after a while.”
“So you really can’t control him at all?”
“Oh no, not even a bit, I’m only a face and an opening on his ass. It’s his body, and he calls the shots. We’re lucky that he’s a lot smarter since the merging, or we wouldn’t even be able to see each other.”
Lily eyed the raised tail, and the pony looking over his shoulder at her.
She could have sworn Jack winked.
“Jack’s great, even knows not to use me while we’ve got company.”
“I… see….”
“You can’t be too squeamish about all that, you know, it’s gonna be the main focus of your existence after your change.”
The asshole spoke so lightly, with such a casual tone that he might have been talking about her having a haircut.
Just breathing in, she could smell dung on his breath… it was a heavy, bitter smell, which made her nostrils flare in displeasure.
“Well, one step at a time,” William said, with a slight ‘smirk’ to his sphincter, “while you’ve got legs anyway.”
“I… suppose what I was hoping was for some advice. Before I… take the plunge. Maybe some tips on how to make all this a bit easier to deal with.”
The anus chuckled, and a few small puffs of digestive gases escaped its mouth.
“Oh boy, not sure I can help you there. I thought I knew what I signed up for, but let me tell you, nothing can prepare you for when your body first uses you.”
“But you got used to it, right? To being nothing but an… anus… doing nothing all day, until Jack has to, well… you know.”
“Oh for sure! Six months in I realized how totally over my entire life was. I wasn’t ever gonna be human again so why keep worrying about it – I’m not a person, I’m just a body part. One that’s designed for being farted and shit through. Once I started to really get that things just kinda clicked. These days bowel movements are the highlight of my day. I get to really be useful to my body.”
As if to keep speaking, William opened his orifice wider.
A stinking cloud of flatulence burped out, then he sighed as if with satisfaction.
“Just try to enjoy it instead of fighting it – ‘cause it’s gonna happen either way.”
Lily shuddered as she felt moisture seeping into her panties, alongside creeping disgust filling her mind.
“You getting the same config as me?”
“I… don’t know. The company’s deciding all of that stuff.”
Jack whinnied, and the tail dropped down between them once more.
“Oh, guess we’re off now!”
Just like that the pony started to trot away.
“Later Lily! Maybe you can come over to visit once you’re the new you!”
She could only stare after the merged figure.
Lily had another long, sleepless night.
~~~
It was the end of the week, and Lily was back at OS again, but this time it wasn’t just for a visit.
“W-well petals, it’s been amazing streaming for you all,” she said, lip trembling, “but this is the start of my hiatus… and of course the fulfillment of our big donation goal.”
The chair at her side was facing the camera, while the beautiful snow-white young mare penned in place behind it snickered and tossed her head.
Her anus throbbed, a surreal contrast with her coat, its folds black and puckered, glistening in the light with a greasy coating of scum.
Lily was… about to be that gross orifice.
Forever.
She hated how her womanhood ached at the sight of it, her own body betraying her.
Her hands were shaking, clasping at her skirt as she eyed the nasty pucker, so out of place against that elegant steed.
Her throat felt tight, taut as she forced out the words, trying not to let the anxiety show.
“Snowdrop here’s already taken her meds, and I’ve had mine. All I have to do is… sit here and lean back a little, and the rest happens automatically.”
Her chest was pounding, blood rushing into her face and ears as she moved, fully dressed, towards the seat.
She was really doing it.
Her sex was quivering at the outrageous notion of what was about to happen to her.
Part of her was screaming out to stop – to just turn around and walk away. No-one could stop her. She’d never stream again, naturally, and the legal fees and breach of contract clauses would be brutal, but she’d be human. A whole, intact person still.
That was what she had to do – there was no possible way she could go through with it… with this.
It was just a fantasy!
She turned, stepped towards the door.
As if sensing her intent, the horse whinnied.
She looked over, and Snowdrop’s sphincter winked at her.
Lily shivered at the sight of it.
It was so big and soft, so lewd and sensual….
She lowered herself into the chair.
Lily couldn’t believe she was really doing it… but there she was, seeing herself in place on screen.
The technicians waved to her from out of shot.
She had to lean back, to nestle herself against the part she was to be.
Lily felt a pang of irritation. Who would be perverse enough to do that? To actually rub their head into that… sloppy, bouncing hole, waving at her in the close-ups.
Before she knew it, her head was pressed to the orifice. She gasped at her own boldness, as she felt the warmth radiating out, and the moisture seeping into her hair.
In an instant she was gripped, the soft ass giving a curious squeeze while the pucker itself pulled her into place against it.
For a moment then nothing happened – the cameras rolled and the horse snorted and shifted in the pen, and she just sat there, horny and confused and a little nauseated by the smell.
Perhaps it was all just a prank.
That was when she felt the redoubled pull on the back of her head.
In an instant she was dragged between the huge cheeks to either side of hers, and she felt an incredible throbbing, heat and movement filling her perception.
The first change she saw was her hair – the purple streak and surrounding gold were on the move, migrating up each side of her head, gathering at the top, where that equine tail loomed over her. Her follicles seemed to wind around those of the horse, twisting together and fusing.
Her body felt faint as the pucker slurped her skull in loudly, her head being dragged inside the slimy hole inch by inch.
She tried to reach up, to feel her cheek or face… or down, to ease the desperate cries of her pussy… but her hands felt numb.
A moment later she couldn’t feel them at all.
She lifted up, yet her human form stayed behind.
Snowdrop took a step forward, and she saw the utterly impossible sight of her own beautiful, carefully maintained and fashionably dressed body, sitting upright in the chair, with a blank rounded neck.
It wasn’t her body anymore.
The company technicians carried it away, to be used for transplantation – it would bring some other unlucky girl a whole new lease on life.
Lily felt what remained of herself… her disembodied head… being inexorably engulfed by the soft, powerful ring of muscle that was creeping in around her chin and forehead.
It closed over her mouth and eyes, and lastly her nose, and then she was just floating inside the stinking, gooey chamber of the horse’s anus, a shrinking island of Lily among the mass of Snowdrop.
She was feeling herself less and less, and those walls ever more… then she was moving through them.
Suddenly she felt fresh air on her skin again, and even an opening like a mouth.
But that skin was thick and leathery, slimy with foul sludge and puffed up into a huge round pucker nothing like her lips.
Everything that Lily was seemed to flow into that swelling orifice, expanding it further, bulging out outwards into a gigantic, jiggling, drooling asshole that twitched with incredible sensation.
Opening her eye, Lily saw herself in the camera feed, and she quivered at the shocking, depraved, sight.
A dazzlingly beautiful black ring, gleaming in the lights.
That platonic ideal of a horse hole was so thick and engorged that it stood out like a donut, sides each several inches thick, the creased folds in the middle filled with sweat and more… wobbling as it tried to move.
As she tried to move.
That pucker was Lily.
Her face was totally gone.
Lily looked out from a single beautiful blue eye, staring from the space between a towering equine tail above and the titanic asshole below.
She could feel every fold and crease, every curve and bump of that breathtaking orifice… because it was her.
Near the top was her nose-ring, sticking out at a jaunty angle, more a genital piercing now.
Reflexively she tried to gasp, as arousal bloomed in her tender flesh.
Instead she watched that vast opening dilate absurdly… then tasted a foul trickle of mucus and sweat escape it.
Escape her.
Every part of her absurdly soft anus was intensely sensitive, not just to movement or touch… but to taste and scent too.
She was fermenting in the musk and sweat and fecal traces of her new body’s butthole.
Lily tried to call out, to get someone to come and help her, to clean her off… but she was nothing but a loop of achingly tender, erotic anus, and that staring eye.
She couldn’t speak.
Above, the tail flicked happily, the beautiful blonde tail with the purple stripe, yet she couldn’t even control that.
Nor could she stop her new owner from pushing, and making her face spread out, her terribly tender pucker opening with wet soft sounds… then releasing a puff of rancid digestive gases, directly through her body!
If the smell was bad, the taste was atrocious, and it lingered on her lips to attack her mind long after the cloud had dissipated.
This was her new life.
Lily throbbed and pulsed at the desperate, masochistic lust that flooded her… a perverse excitement which heightened her degradation still further as she realized how incredibly turned on she was.
Yet she no longer had her sex to grope, or clit to rub.
Why hadn’t she masturbated before this?!
It was far too late now – she would never masturbate, or have sex, or experience any kind of orgasm again.
She was nothing but an asshole.
That was all she would ever be.
~~~
The rest of the afternoon passed in a haze.
She had no idea how the rest of the stream had gone, or even where she was now.
Covered in the thick blanket of Snowdrop’s tail, she was totally blind to the world outside her little fermenting pocket between those giant buttocks.
Her world now was her new body.
A horse’s butthole.
Being a squishing, twitching equine anus was impossibly intense, the sensations beyond anything she could ever have imagined.
Lily had never been hornier in her entire life.
Snowdrop seemed to feel her rectum’s arousal, as the mare was drooling from her other opening, just below Lily’s body – so close to her lips that she could taste horsepussy on them, and the smell mingled with those more astringent notes from her own orifice.
She couldn’t feel that vagina below her of course, any more than she could feel anything which wasn’t anus, but the squishing sounds and the tension of muscles were translated to her too, making her wink against her will amid the crude music of a horse in need.
Each clench the mare made flooded her with fresh arousal as infinite nerve endings fired, and her face squished and scrunched up… smearing about the horrible residue of sweat and farts and worse that coated her.
The taste of it was orders of magnitude stronger than any food she’d ever tasted, but it was nothing compared to Snowdrop’s farts.
That first time, it had felt like the universe itself was swelling up, her body expanding with a vast reservoir of gases deep inside, then suddenly and viscerally deflating, her lips rippling as greasy farts flooded out of her.
They were held in by the tail, hemmed against her face, and Lily trembled at the shocking, disgusting eroticism as foul, earthy and sulfurous gases assaulted her sense of smell, and congealed on her new lips.
Perhaps it was out of kindness that Snowdrops handlers had made her defecate before the stream started.
~~~
Spending the night as an anus was an intensely degrading experience, just sitting there, squished between two haunches, tasting ass and smelling musk and farts.
The indignity was all the worse for how it was making her feel… so tense and needy… so shamefully aroused by her own ridiculous and perverse body.
Each movement her host made smushed her face anew, and made her tremble with pleasure and want.
Want that could never be fulfilled.
The best that she could manage was to twitch hard enough that her piercing bounced and her lips jiggled, but that stimulation only deepened her angst.
Anuses were not among those few body parts capable of experiencing orgasm.
What they could experience, she learned shortly after Snowdrop rose for the morning.
It started with a gurgle, deep inside the vast mass on which she was a mere blob, adhered to the surface.
Then a thick, noxious plume billowed out through her, and Lily quivered as she tasted the toxic substance passing over every part of her tiny form.
That was just the mare’s flatulence, however.
Like an inexorable tide, she could feel something larger, thicker and heavier, building behind her.
Lily’s entire face, pucker and eye, bulged outwards, as the pony pushed.
Twitching and aching with twisted, dreadful lust and humiliating anticipation, Lily felt Snowdrop pushing the first log of shit into her mouth.
The taste was horrendous.
Bitter and earthy, yet so much worse than that. The muddy, slimy shit squished into every crease and corner of her immediately. Lily was utterly submerged in the disgusting, rancid slop that bubbled and splattered through her, the rare thicker lumps catching on her lips and smearing tart and even meaty notes of rotting vegetation and fermenting feed.
The taste and feel of it all drowned out everything else, all other awareness and thought, as she experienced sensory overload from flavors thousands of times anything she’d known as a human.
The fumes had only been a warning… this was torture.
Yet Lily was spasming with the dreadful assault, clenching and dilating, her arousal soaring in tandem with her revulsion… as shit violated every part of her, body and mind… and she felt the unspeakable thrill of sensation beyond imagining.
In that moment she truly understood.
She had been totally remade, from a person to an anus.
When it was finally over she thought she’d have some relief, at least until the mare went again… however there was no-one around to wipe her clean.
The layers of deposited shit and filth clung to her lips and lingered inside her, and no matter how she squeezed and flexed, all she managed was to spread the taste around, and to make herself ever hornier and more disgusted.
Unfortunately there was little else to do.
Snowdrop was out in a field, free to wander, but with a tail covering her eye Lily couldn’t see whatever scenery might be around.
Sometime around noon, judging by the light filtering through to her, one of the OS employees showed up to check on the new ‘convert’.
Hearing the voice, Lily clenched, hoping that, somehow, this man might help her out. At least wipe the chunks of shit off her body.
Snowdrop cantered over, with a whinny that sounded almost mirthful.
“You doing OK, girl?” the man asked, “I hope it wasn’t too rough for you.”
She couldn’t actually see him yet, but she was just glad he’d come.
‘It’s been awful!’ she tried, reflexively to answer.
Instead she just winked her gooey hole, and stirred up more of the caked shit inside her.
Snowdrop nickered and gave her a squeeze, making the former human throb.
“That’s it, good girl.”
She wanted to ask him what that was supposed to mean – and to tell him to come around to look at hear already.
“You like that, don’t you.”
Snowdrop snorted, and she heard a crunching sound.
A carrot.
He was talking to the horse.
It was in that moment, with that embarrassing realization, that Lily’s dignity was finally crushed.
The man wasn’t even there for her – she was nothing to him, just a part of the body of his real charge.
He kept speaking to the animal as he checked her over, examining the mare’s hooves, mouth, heartbeat and more, talking to both her and himself, making notes all the while.
When he did finally appear at the pony’s rear, she raised her tail dutifully, and Lily saw the face of one of the techs who had changed her.
She glared at him as well as a single eye could.
“Settling in okay, anus?” he asked, with a mild interest on his face as he made a few notes.
She tensed at him, trying somehow to convey her need for some sort of cleaning. He scrunched his nose and coughed at the suffocating stench.
“Odors are abnormally strong and dung is partially liquid. Probable digestive disorder introduced by the merging process – likely with equivalent increase in taste. No issue with that, and mare’s suffering no other ill effects. Increase feed volume and regularity to compensate.”
Lily stared at him in dismay as he finished taking his notes.
“Oh come now, anus, don’t look at me like that. This is what it signed up for – and we do need to keep its new body in good condition, for both your sakes.”
He patted the rump over her.
“It’ll soon get used to it. It’ll have to, given how much it’s going to be shitting from now on. Should be constant, every half hour or so. It looks big and sturdy enough to handle that.”
She wasn’t even a person to him… just a thing… an anus.
Lily winked her hole and blinked her eye imploringly… uncertain if she was pleading for cleaning or just to be touched.
He did neither.
Snowdrop gave her a clench, a gentle, almost motherly squeeze like a hug, between those huge buttocks, and then lowered her tail back down.
~~~
Being a horse anus gave Lily a lot of time to think… to contemplate all the ways in which she’d totally upended her life, and the humiliations and debasements which were the bulk of what she had to look forward to now.
Yet try as she might to stay rational, to tell herself that she wasn’t some depraved pervert who got off on such awfulness… her mind ever returned to the anticipation of waiting for the next fart to spread her form, and bubble out of her face… or the new bowel release to slop through her… so… horribly sensual and utterly disgusting.
The times in between, when the fermented flavors of farts and feces eased enough for her to think at least somewhat clearly, were a mix of simmering lust and boredom… interspersed with the titillating sensations of pull and squish when her body walked, or the lovely rhythmic jiggle and bounce of her pucker when they ran.
It wasn’t fair – being a gooey, greasy, slime-dripping shithole shouldn’t have felt so… gorgeous.
Every part of her glowed with intense pleasure with each movement, so soft and sensual, erogenous yet absent any means for release.
Then there were the playful… tender squeezes her body gave her. Tweaking and coaxing ever more arousal from her reduced form, massaging her sides together until she was vibrating with desire.
At first she thought that it was just the mare trying to masturbate, but Lily was sure now, a few days into being a butthole – Snowdrop was trying to cheer her up. To care for her own body part, in her own way.
The pony didn’t stop shitting and farting out of her of course – if anything that seemed to be one of her main tactics – but with how the stylish sphincter shook and tensed each time she did so, it was easy to see how the misunderstanding came about.
If it was a misunderstanding.
Each time it happened Lily was desperate for the vileness to stop, yet she was just as desperate for more, as her tiny form tried endlessly to reach the orgasm she was physiologically incapable of, and pure, mind-shattering effluence pumped through her mouth.
~~~
It took only a week for her resistance to break down.
Humiliating and awful as it was… the pleasure of her body was too much to bear, too great to resist.
It was the seventh day after her transformation when she could lie to herself no longer.
Snowdrop had eaten a huge meal the night before, all the most pungent and tart foods on offer.
As their morning bowel movement began, Lily’s eye had watered, and she’d tried to clench herself shut, to stop that monstrous odor escaping her from becoming a flood of muddy, bubbling and churning shit, fucking her face and burning into her mind as it violated her senses.
Snowdrop had simply opened her pucker, with a gentle firmness, as if guiding her foal.
Lily was the mare’s anus. She had to learn that the mare only allowed her to move when she wished.
As that appalling sewage poured through her, stretched her wide and massaged her delicate folds, violating her with pleasure and revulsion, Lily realized the sheer absurdity of her resistance.
She was a horse anus, permanently.
She was being shit through.
She was never going to be a person again.
She was never going to taste or smell anything but shit and gas again.
She couldn’t fool Snowdrop any more than she could fool herself.
Itself.
The trembling asshole convulsed as that apocalyptic explosion ravaged its wobbling folds… and it hugged the torrent of shit in the depths of masochistic, utterly dehumanized desire.
That taste, that smell, they were putrescent… and they were its purpose.
Being shit through was its reason for being.
It had loved that shape from the start, so degrading and inhuman, so utterly repugnant in every way, not the form of a person, but of the lowest and nastiest part of an animal’s body. Now that absurd form was submerged in the matching sensations.
The scouring euphoria burned through all objections or reason.
Lily the anus was utterly overcome by the ecstasy of what it had become.
It knew, with a twisted sense of inhuman relief that it would have no release – orgasm could never be granted to an asshole – but that just let its passions soar ever higher, multiplying with each clench and pop and slop of shit passing through it.
Lily was in pure nirvana as it was desecrated by shit.
~~~
In the wake of that revelation, its life had improved dramatically.
The anus no longer dreaded when the time came to serve its purpose – even the rotten, greasy film of shit that lingered on its lips all day through was a disgusting yet welcome reminder; a promise of the ecstasy to come.
Lily’s greatest trial as it passed two weeks as a pony pucker wasn’t the manure or the omnipresent musk, nor even the humiliation.
It was just the boredom, of those monotonous times in between releases.
But they too were part of what it had to deal with.
It was an anus now, and it was working on accepting and embracing that… it was… glad of that.
Lily liked being Snowdrop’s asshole.
The horse seemed to like her too – she rubbed her cheeks against Lily’s mouth frequently, and seemed always to be giving her tender, affectionate squeezes and winks. Especially when Lily was feeling particularly desperate in her denied lust.
~~~
By the end of the month, Lily was content.
Life as an asshole was uneven – wild and intense one moment, then a protracted, needy simmer the next – but it was Lily’s life. The life it had been so captivated to even imagine, back when its manager first sent around the call for volunteers….
It had fought and denied it so hard, but now, as it was being defecated through each day, over and over, feeling the sheer rapture of its sensual yet denied form, and the shocking, masochistic thrill of revulsion for the sewage it lived for, it was glad to have signed up.
It was also glad it proposed the part it did.
Lily was enjoying being an anus.
No-one was coming to check on them, or to visit Lily… but then who would want to visit an anus?
William might have, but unlike him, his fellow fartbox was totally faceless. It couldn’t even speak. All it could do to communicate was bubble and drool and clench gratefully.
That was what made the sudden appearance of its former manager so strange.
“What? Didn’t expect to see me again?” the man asked, smirking. “Did it really forget that it still has a job to do?”
It blinked at him.
The anus has completely forgotten.
On some level, once it experienced being an asshole for real, it had just assumed that no-one would ever want to watch it stream again – be that with feces or a webcam. It certainly couldn’t put on much of a show without a voice.
“Guess it didn’t read it’s contract too closely – there’s no release clause just because it turned itself into a horse’s asshole. So, Lily, it’s had its month off for personal and medical leave, and now it’s time it got back to work. We’ve got the new studio ready and everything.”
Lily wasn’t going to be bored any longer.
~~~
“Welcome in, petals! It’s your favorite rosebud here, back in action after it’s… hiatus…. It’s amazing to see everyone again, thank you all for coming to its re-launch!”
The message appeared in chat at the same time the text to speech software read it out.
Lily was burning with embarrassment, as it sweated in the bright studio lights, winking and clenching as it felt the cameras all about, capturing its degrading form in 4k 120fps.
‘Holy shit, no way!’
‘Hahahahahahahaha that’s so shitty!’
‘I dunno I think she looks gorgeous, so shiny and wet….’
The anus trembled… and a thick, bilious plume brapped out of its face, making the anus spasm with disgust.
“Oh god it’s so strong today,” it thought, “it… needed this.”
‘GROSS’
‘Toot toot!’
“These farts are so rancid, so awful… it’s so horny….”
‘Clipping that!’
‘Y’all need jesus oml’
“So many people looking… everyone knows it’s an asshole…. It needs to cum so badly.”
More messages appeared at the absurd admission.
‘Stinks to be you, huh Lily?’
‘Is this for real?’
‘Only people get orgasms, you asshole!’
‘More farts!’
‘I can’t believe she really did it!’
‘Automod: Lily is an anus now and is not a person, so please refrain from using gendered pronouns for it. As an anus Lily’s pronouns are it/it’s.’
‘Oh wow they fucked it hard with that contract!’
‘I heard that it was all Lily’s idea! That it wanted to be a horse hole!’
“Oh god,” Lily thought, “they know….”
‘Dude wtf, that’s really what happened?! Who would want that?!’
‘It even set up new donation goals, you can donate to give the horse laxatives!’
‘Damn I can kick in a hundred to see that!’
The hapless anus could only throb at the degrading messages scrolling up the screen.
Snowdrop was sitting atop the giant, custom-made ‘gaming bed’ which the agency had provided, and her tail was raised, groomed and tied with a ‘choker’ around the base, held in an artistic flourish with the tip wired into a heart.
Thanks to the stiffer quality of horsehair… the new styling matched Lily’s former logo better than before.
The avatar on the overlay had updated, yet the hair plume had stayed the same… it was the simplified pucker under that was different.
It mirrored the gigantic, twitching and blushing asshole beneath the actual tail, kept exposed and drooling.
Lily’s achingly tender flesh was trembling, black and slimy skin dyed a comical pink by the anus’s humiliation, the blush extending up around it’s brilliant blue eye… where the thick and plush horse flesh was done up in purple eyeliner and bright pink mascara, perfectly evoking it’s former color scheme.
The nose-ring was an assring now, naturally, a perfect attachment point to hook on the headphones and mic. That ‘gamer headset’ was mostly decorative now, the loop of plastic and pads cosmetic, since Lily lacked ears or speech to begin with. Only the electrodes which had been added were functional. They detected the neural activity in Snowdrop’s rump, and broadcast each thought live for all the world to hear and read.
Yet the anus couldn’t just bask in that wave of exposure and shame that washed over it with each glance at the chat – those same electrodes laying bare all its twisted thoughts and fantasies were also controlling the game on screen.
Playing with only thoughts was surprisingly intuitive once it got used to it… the hard part was staying focused, when every flick of that tail or squeeze of the mare’s muscles sent Lily into paroxysms of lust.
It was just in the middle of taking on the final boss of the game… for the third time… when Snowdrop gave a knowing, playful neigh.
Lily tensed, trying to hold it in.
“Please not yet, it’s so close to… oooooohhhhhhh god, yes!”
With a splatter runny shit fired out of the clenched hole, and as it relaxed lumps and muddy blobs poured through, stretching it out as it was overcome by the inextricable bliss and foulness of its true purpose.
‘Holy actual shit!’
‘I LOVE this part!’
Lily was burning all over with the total sensory overload of abhorrent feces and orgasmic defilement, lost in the ecstasy of defecation… totally blind to the death of its character, as it reveled in the closest thing to a little death it could ever know now.
“More, Snowdrop! Please, harder! Its so close!”
‘’I’ll have what it’s having!’
‘No way, sick dude!’
Finally, with a wet pop, and a blast of farts, the sewage stopped, slopping down Lily’s lips into the trough below.
“Oh… thank you Snowdrop, thank you….”
The wobbling anus tingled with the foul, demeaning new coating it wore as the pony squirted out a few last toots.
“It was so close… it really felt like it might cum that time….”
It knew it was a vain hope, just as was its stream goal of completing the game, and earning the chat-controlled buttplug which would be its reward.
Snowdrop had lots more shit to pump out, and a happy, grateful anus that lived to be used to expel it.
Lily was soon the number one e-part on the whole site… in the top ten for all categories of streaming. The whole internet could see it every day, quivering and crying out in bliss, overjoyed at being an asshole.
Orifice Solutions made back their $900,000 in just the first week alone.
Snowdrop was soon the world’s richest horse – the money from all those donations had to go somewhere, after all, and an anus could hardly own property independent of its own body.
In the past Lily would have been upset by that – it did all the work each stream after all – but it knew better now.
Being an anus was its reason to exist, being flooded with horrible shit and rippled by reeking farts as part of its adoring owner was the greatest joy it could ever know – so a few million dollars a year was a small price to pay to experience that true happiness.
Lily loved being an anus.