Now son, ya done right. 'Cause this here's a subject I can get behind. Or under.
Shee-it, I'm just a daggum walkin' encyclopedia of seldom-known debauchery. Right then. Brass tacks. Let's contribute some urinary definitions to the devil's dictionary, bestiality edition.
Dog: bitter, acrid, salty/saline, sometimes reminiscent of a
really concentrated chicken bullion cube gone stale. In other words, don't do this in the morning lol. Better later in the day. Think hot summers, after they've been drinking at the cow trough all day. Then it'll be more like warm water... but from his penis! I've already written elsewhere about how you can train them to a cat scratching post so I won't rehash that here.
Billy goat (in rut): most people can't handle this one. Even goat zoos think buck rut is terrible. But me, I love it. Only comes round once a year, in autumn, as that's rutting season for these boys. They mark themselves, piss all over their own faces and rub it all over everything, to woo the doe goat gals. I already wrote about it awhile back so I'mma just steal it from myself: "As to what it smells
like, well, its hard to say comparatively because its one of those scents that doesn't have an equivalent to compare to. It just smells "like" buck piss. But making some close approximations, I'd describe it as a cross between wood or timber rot (think
advanced rot, like soft and punky and black, not just a little early surface mold), faint ammonia, possibly some notes of citrus or fermented cider, and something else I can't quite lay a finger on."
Cow / bull: You can't make a bull piss except by getting under and rocking back & forth against his abdomen, grinding your bare ass on his sheath in hopes he'll rain down your back and call it piss (lol). But you
can induce urination in cows by rubbing between vulva and escutcheon! Vets do it all the time to collect samples. Rub her spot and she'll open her her floodgates with a deluge. Thar she blows! Bovine flavor is grassy, hay-ey, with the subtlest hint of... smoke? But that one might be unique to mine. See, I think this smoke influence creeps into it from the cedar needles & limbs my herd liked to sample. Most folks cut their cedars down like pestilential mesquite, favor their oaks instead since they don't drink as much water out of your pasture soil, but I left mine up. What can I say? Cedar makes irrigation hard, yes, but they're evergreen and I like the privacy thru winter. Also shamelessly stolen from myself since I already wrote it elsewhere: "Fun fact: cow piss has a sugary-sweet aftertaste! I suspect from them being ruminant herbivores with very complete & thorough digestion. All that grass & grain gets broken down from starch to sugar and the aftertaste in the urine might as well be syrup when it oxidizes on the tongue, for how deliciously sweet it is! Who knew?"
Jack donkey: pretty much identical to cow/bull since the diet is the same. Notable differences: the fossa smegma adds a very redolent, ripe, curdled-dairy-like odor (lactobacillus?) to the experience. Most people will be repulsed by it, but I think horsey cock-stink is just this side-of-heaven delicious. Donks have downright smelly peens -- and I'm totally here for it. The fetid odor of gamey maleness is a truly wonderful treat from these boys. I smear it on my nose or just press my nostrils into his flare and breathe deep. Thne I keep on inhaling like Frank Booth breathes from his O2 mask to get high, because I get
my drunk-on from penis musks
One thing that really helps you indulge in WS with donks, is they don't spread piss around at random. Nope, they designate certain places as their toilet and always return to these. So its pretty easy to just follow them when they have to go and get yourself some, since he'll always go back to the same preferred spots to pee. Also, the effect of marking you, on
them, is both pronounced and somewhat dangerous -- its not unlike giving absinthe to EA Poe and watching the night take a turn for the worse. And by that I mean they lose their fucking minds. Their self-control goes out the window and the night could potentially end in an ER trip instead of in bed if you're not careful. So stay vigilant, quick on your toes. The scent of their own piss, painted on you, sets free the lust demon. Turns them absolutely apeshit chasing you with a spear of an erection standing straight out and slapping as they run you down. 'Boxing' you with their front hooves and trying to mount you. That boxing really hurts, btw. Take a hoof to the head once, you'll know. Might not be a full horse but he still outweighs you, so he can knock you to the ground easy. Be
very careful playing WS games with jack donks. I'm not kidding. They get wildly aggressive-horny and will not let up, will not stop chasing, will not take 'No' for an answer anymore. Its a wild and contagious rush of shared passion being buffetted back & forth between the two of you, but its also a game of chance not breaking a bone or gittin' stomped. Ain't no lust like piss-painting jack donk lust.
Boar: fucking LOVE boar piss. Saved the best for last. These guys are my fave for several reasons. Firstly, because of the duration! These guys
outlast everybody else on the farm. When they piss, they're in it for the long haul, which allows
you to really take your time savoring it. It won't be over all-too-soon like other species (tho bulls can come in close second with lazy meandering streams sometimes too). Yes sir, the act of a boar relieving himself drags on and on, and
still on. Conway Twitty might not've had boars in mind but he sang it best: "You want a lover with a slow hand, an easy touch, somebody who'll spend some time,
not come 'n go in a heated rush." That's both boar piss
and boar orgasms for you! They take forever to finish but thats why you love them for it
. Almost as if... time and the earth stand still, while you just get deluged from all sides with piss. It fills your vision, it floods your ears and cancels sound with that hollow-seashell effect. It takes over your senses, turns off the outside world, and you get lost in abandon being wetted by him.
Plenty of time to savor it all. You drink the first streams in gulps, and when you need a break from that, you open up and let it spill, let the rest run all over and down your body, thru your hair, blast your face, down your trunk, pooling between your legs or underneath you, and you've still got time to switch back to gulping some more mouthfulls! When he finally tapers off, you lovingly swallow the last few, you don't let them run. That's your thank-you to him, for pissing on you. Oh, hogs are the gift that keeps on giving! Second thing I love about boars, is they tend to "fling" their piss out in front of their sheaths. That is, the urine stream comes out bursty, because they have this rapid twitching motion going on all the while at the prepuce opening (tip). This has the marvelous effect of 'throwing' their piss forward at you in spurts. This is the cherry on top for me, as it really adds to the submissive degradation -- because it feels like he's
flinging his piss into your face with arrogence and disdain. It translates to feeling like he's treating you as if you're less-than-worthless. Or as equally worthless as the piss he's throwing out at you. Fuck me, I love being under a good ol' fat stinky piss-laden boar when he has to go! Taste and scent? Ammonia-heavy, like his smegma. His preputial diverticulum is, after all, a sampling and fermentation chamber for all this, so it forms his unique 'fingerprint' scent for him to mark with. You remember that scene in Ferris Bueller? Yeah, this one. This here is boar piss. And the fact they shot the scene in a bathroom couldn't have been more prescient:
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Now granted, I've probably forgot half a dozen things. Maybe I'll add as we go and as I remember them. But that there's a good start. I spent half a lifetime blazing a trail for y'all wicked filthy libertines to follow. Now go forth and be wetted, eat ass, and get fukt!
