Stinky Survivors

I was searching for survivors in the woods. I could see a campground lodge in the distance, I figured there might be someone holed up there. Leaves and branches crunched beneath my feet as I trudged along. Each noise made me a little anxious, I wasn't sure what was out there but I was constantly terrified of being found.

It had been a few months already and I had been surviving on my own for a while, but I still didn't really understand what was going on. All I knew was that society had fallen apart, and someone or something dangerous was responsible for that. And that there weren't many of us left. So I did what I could to find others in the hopes that we could help each other survive.

I had made my way through various buildings in the city where I was living, but everyone evacuated the cities early on. I didn't find any survivors, but I did stock up on survival supplies. I was confident enough in my own survival skills to keep myself alive, but I knew that in the long term I would need others. Other people to lean on for support, but also just for the connection of human contact. I was lonely. Lonely, but hopeful.

This lodge seemed like a sensible next step. As I approached, everything was quiet. It was both comforting, and eerie. If there was danger here, I expected it would be obvious. Survivors wouldn't want to make themselves known, so I hoped that the quiet was a good sign. But there was still an anxious unknown.

I made my way to the main building, and on my way there I came across an outhouse. I peeked inside cautiously. It was absolutely full and overflowing with massive thick turds. It was hard to tell, but the most recent dump didn't look too old and stale. I hoped it was fresh enough to mean that someone was still here. Someone safe.

I admired the pile before continuing my search. The stench overwhelmed my nostrils. For a moment, I imagined someone desperately evacuating their bowels into an already full toilet. Their steaming fat turds plopping onto the back and sides, and even onto the floor. I breathed in the stink for another moment before closing the door and moving on.

As I approached the door to the main building of the lodge, I made sure to muffle my movements as much as possible. I had been quiet and cautious moving around outside, but I felt the need to be particularly silent entering a building. If anyone was here, they were most likely to be in this building as it would have the most resources. Whether I encountered someone dangerous or safe, I wanted to make sure I didn't spook them.

I slowly creaked open the front door and peeked my head inside. As I did, I surely made enough noise to alert my presence, at least to anyone paying attention. I thought I could hear a faint, clumsy scurrying sound, but I couldn't tell which direction it came from. I had some sense that whoever it was probably wasn't out to hurt me, and although I had no guarantee of that, I decided to take a risk.

"H-hello? I'm not going to hurt you, I want to offer my help..." I called out in as kind of a tone as I could manage.

I stood up straight and braced myself for a response. My body was tense. I didn't know what to expect. I was excited at the prospect of seeing another person, terrified at the possibility of meeting my immediate doom at the hands of someone less kind than myself. I waited by the door, anxiously shifting in place and looking around. I wasn't sure if I should go further into the building, or keep waiting in hopes that someone would reveal themselves to me. A few minutes passed as I battled with myself on what to do next.

Eventually, I heard muffled clattering followed by measured footsteps. A girl emerged in the doorway to my right. Her head was down, but she kept her eye on me. She didn't speak right away, so I took a moment to evaluate her condition. She was pretty, and probably around my age, maybe a bit younger. Early 20's, big green eyes, long dark brown hair, short and petite. She was very unkempt, though. Her clothes were completely soaked through with... sweat? And just... filthy. She looked like she hadn't showered in days, maybe weeks. And the smell confirmed that. She stunk, bad. Her body odor was nearly as overwhelming as the enormous shit pile I encountered earlier.

"Hi..." she finally said, timidly.

"Hi, are you okay? Are you alone?" I asked, moving toward her slowly.

She flinched and retreated back a step. I stopped moving. She hesitated to answer. Maybe she didn't want me to know she was alone, in case I wanted to take advantage of her.

"It's okay, I'm alone too. I've been searching for survivors. Safety in numbers right?" I said.

"Y-you won't hurt me?" she whimpered.

I shook my head, "I know it's probably hard to trust a stranger, but I promise you, I have no interest in hurting you or taking advantage of you."

The girl nodded, "Well I can't stay here by myself forever anyway. I'll need to trust someone eventually. I guess it might as well be you."

I reached my hand out. She cautiously stepped over to me and put her grimy hand in mine. We shook hands and introduced ourselves. Her name was Maisie. I told her my name was Max. She explained her situation, and I explained mine.

She had been holed up in this lodge with her friend after everyone else fled. She sustained herself on all the non-perishable food while her friend went out in search of help. She knew that without electricity or running water, and a finite food supply, she couldn't keep staying here and was thankful that I had come along.

I told her that we needed to go out and find more people, she agreed and requested that we start by finding her friend.

"I told her I'd stay here, and wait for her to return, so we didn't lose each other, but..." she trailed off.

"How long has she been gone?"

"It's been hard to keep track of the days since I've been alone, but... too long. I'm worried. I really need to find my... Claire."

"We'll find her. Gather what you can carry, we might not come back here," I instructed.

We both filled backpacks with supplies; food and whatever else we might use for survival. Maisie and I headed out into the woods, in the direction Claire left in. I felt comforted having someone else by my side. I felt bad, she was clearly scared, and worried. But I think she was comforted too. She had clearly been on her own for some time. We walked slowly and cautiously.

We chatted quietly, and became a bit more comfortable with each other. It was a nice distraction from the anxiety and fear, and just nice to finally have someone else to talk to. We made some progress in the woods and I kept a close eye on Maisie. She started to look more and more uncomfortable. Some time had passed, and we hadn't found any signs of her friend. Maybe she was getting more and more anxious that we wouldn't find her.

More time passed and I heard her stomach begin to churn. She started to quietly moan and grunt with discomfort. Pfft. She let out a gassy fart.

"Ngh, sorry..." she said, turning her face down.

Her stomach got louder, churning and gurgling aggressively. She kept farting - louder, longer, and wetter.

"Um... can we stop for a minute? I really have to use the bathroom..." Maisie said, her face turning red.

"It's been quiet, I think we'll be okay if you can't hold it." I reassured her.

"I really can't, I've been holding it in ever since the toilet got full... it's been a while," she said. "I know it's dangerous out here so maybe you can keep watch for me while I go?"

She was clearly embarrassed. I nodded, happy to help, and give her the relief she seemed to so desperately need. I turned away from her and she dropped her pants and squatted down behind me. A loud, wet fart preceded her loud grunting.

"Augghh... sorry about this," she whimpered.

I said nothing, but felt bad that she felt she needed to apologize. I heard the noisy squelching and crackling of a turd passing through her sphincter. Her grunting became louder and more pressured, and peppered with whimpers and even moans. She was incredibly loud, and her moans were oddly sexual. If I was nervous someone would hear us earlier, I was doubly nervous now. But I also couldn't help but become aroused.

Heavy turds audibly plopped onto the dried leaves on the ground. The stink reached my nose, the familiar stink from the outhouse at the lodge. It had been her that overflowed the toilet.

I was getting turned on by the whole situation. The humiliation of dumping in the middle of the woods right in front of a stranger, even if I wasn't watching. The delicious stinky combination of her body odor and her shit. My depraved mind was racing with desire. She moaned louder as she released more and more from her bowels. Minutes passed and she just kept pooping.

"Ugh... it won't stop... just keeps coming..." she grunted.

I started to become impatient. I knew I couldn't stop her before she was finished, but every minute we stayed here, I felt more and more vulnerable. I was terrified of being found, especially in such a compromising position, but her loud grunting and moaning as she pushed out her final turds overrode my anxiety and turned it into lust. She finally let out a series of deep exhales and I could hear her rustling around and pulling up her pants.

"So stinky... Thanks for keeping watch. Do you need to go too? I could keep watch for you in return," Maisie said calmly.

She seemed less anxious now, and I was starting to feel a bit more at ease simply because we had already been in one place for so long without encountering anyone or any danger. And I did need to go. I had been holding it for quite some time, not wanting to be vulnerable and take the time to go by myself. With her keeping watch, I felt a bit more comfortable.

I nodded, and she turned away from me just as I did for her. I looked back at the mess she made, a gargantuan poop pile. I had a hard time believing it came from a human, much less a petite girl like her. It was bigger even than what I might expect to see from a bear or an even larger animal. It was impressive, and it turned me on. I found a spot near her pile and squatted down, pants around my ankles.

I tried to keep my grunts a bit quieter than hers, but I did have a big load to push out, too. It didn't take me as long, but I was squatting there pooping for at least several minutes. My pile wasn't nearly as impressive, but I was still a bit surprised by just how much I had in me. I finished up my dump and looked around for something to wipe with. I looked to her pile and didn't see any leaves or anything she might have used.

"Um... how did you..." I started.

"Do you need to wipe?" she answered quickly.

"Yeah..." I said sheepishly.

"I can help... if you want," she said, turning to look at me.

I hesitated at her offer. How did she intend to help? I wasn't in a position to question her, though. I nodded.

"Okay, um... stand up," she said.

I again hesitated, but stood up after a brief moment's contemplation. My pants were still around my ankles. Maisie looked me up and down for a moment and then knelt down behind me. I looked over my shoulder to watch her as she reached forward to spread my ass with both hands. She then plunged her entire face into my ass crack and began aggressively licking my messy hole. She sucked and slurped on my shit covered asshole.

I was aroused enough already, but that took me over the edge. I moaned as she ate me out, my dick stiffening. She was back there for a lot longer than she needed to be. Maisie pushed her tongue inside my asshole and gripped my ass tighter. She moved her hands to my hips and pulled my ass into her face. Her fingers grabbed at my butt, pulling my cheeks apart so she could get deeper. Enthusiastic moans vibrated from her soft lips to my butt. My cock was swollen, throbbing, and leaking precum. She sucked on my asshole so good, I had never been so horny. I needed to do something about it.

Maisie kept hungrily eating my asshole, sloppy wet sounds getting louder and louder. She finally pulled her face out of my asshole and licked her lips.

"Ah... stinks..." she said, sitting back on her ankles. "Sorry... I got a bit carried away there. You have such a nice butt."

"Glad you like it," I said, turning toward her.

She saw my erect cock as I turned to her.

"Oopsie, did I do that?" Maisie chuckled. "You like my poop, don't you?" she teased.

"No more than you like mine," I bantered back.

She just smiled at that, and reached a hand up to touch my throbbing dick, "It's so fucking big. Do you need help taking care of this?"

"I wouldn't say no," I replied.

"Do... you like... anal sex?" she hesitated and stumbled over her words a bit.

My face went flush. It was all I could think about since smelling her turds in that nasty overflowing outhouse toilet.

"Fuck. Yeah, I do."

"Good, you should stick your cock in my shithole," she said.

Maisie stood up and removed her pants, bending over away from me. I gazed at her dark, slightly brown, sweat drenched, loose, puffy asshole and my desire skyrocketed. Her asshole was far from clean, but there was no visible shit. I wondered how she wiped herself, but I was too overwhelmed with lust to ask her now.

She winked her moist hole at me. I got down on my knees and took a big sniff. Her stink turned my mind to mush. I buried my face in her ass just as she had done to mine, slurping her dirty hole. Her filth fueled my desire. I couldn't bear to eat her out for long, because my cock was screaming out to stuff her stinky hole.

"You'll have to cum fast, we've already been in one place for too long." she said flirtatiously.

"That won't be a problem," I said, standing up and guiding my cock to her hole.

I pressed my cock head against her sloppy wet hole and she moaned, just as she did when she was pooping. Her hole was so loose from pushing out massive fat logs that it accepted me quickly. I pushed myself just inside her with no resistance at all.

"Don't hold back, just fuck me until you cum!" Maisie demanded urgently.

I obliged and plunged the entire length of my cock into her guts. Again, no resistance. At all. I started thrusting in and out, pounding her little pooper. She wailed and moaned louder than ever.

"God, you're so deep in my butt!" she yelped. "Ngh, it's thick like my dumps, too. Really stretching my stink hole.

I fucked her harder and harder until she was screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Good girl," I growled.

She whined. "Fuck. Thank you, sir. I want you to destroy my poopy little butthole!"

Her nasty mouth turned me on so much. I rammed her filthy stinking asshole as hard as I could, gripping her thin waist tightly. The stench of shit invaded my nostrils while I fucked her. I sniffed her sweat stink and savored all the nasty smells. Maisie's tiny body quivered in my hands as I relentlessly wrecked her poop hole. Her round bubble butt rippled against my pelvis with each thrust. The sounds of skin slapping against skin punctuated her yelps and moans.

"Your shithole feels so fucking good, Maisie," I moaned.

"Don't stop, I'm gonna cum!" she yelled in response.

I felt her rectum squeezing my girth and my cock tensed up.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum too!" I said.

"Do it, cum with me, Max!" Maisie demanded, just as she began convulsing in her own orgasm.

She shook violently as I grunted my load into her. My loud groan rivaled the volume of her screams as I emptied my balls. I spunked buckets worth of cum into her poop tunnel. I pushed my dick as deep as I could as I continued emptying my cum load into her, she just moaned while she took it.

I eventually finished and my dick popped out of her gaping hole. She slumped forward, catching herself with her hands as she fell to the ground just beside each of our shit piles. She laid there, sweaty and panting, my cum dribbling out of her open asshole.

"You really filled up my dirty bathroom hole," she said, farting out my jizz.

I grinned. I got down on the ground too, to regain my composure. My dick was still hard and throbbing. I watched her quivering body and pulsating butthole. I smelled both of our sweat, our dumps, and the stink of sex. I wanted more.

"I'm still hard," I said.

"Then fuck me again," she panted, weakly.

She didn't move, so I just climbed up on top of her as she laid face down in the dirt. I positioned myself above her and prodded her used up hole.

"Yeah, do it," she said quietly.

I plunged my cock down into her oozing butt and she moaned with what little energy she still had. I drilled into her violently, showing no mercy just as before. She moaned and whimpered. Her energy was all used up, but she took it like a good girl. Her butt jiggled as I pounded into her. I railed her until I felt my dick tense up once again.

"Agh, here it comes," I growled.

She said nothing this time as I released another load into her ass. She moaned weakly as I slumped over on top of her, my half hard cock still in her bowels.

"Thank you, sir," was all she could muster the energy to say.

I planted a kiss on her cheek. We both laid there together until we could both manage to stand up and compose ourselves for real.

When we had both regained some energy I finally asked, "So, I still don't know how you wiped yourself..."

"I just used my fingers, and then licked them clean," she said.

"You really are nasty," I said with a smirk. She grinned back at me and we continued making our way through the woods.