The boys high fived each other as they laughed and walked away. Leaving Ken trapped as the smelly asshole, with his owner full of gas. As the horse let out another long blast of hot gas, Ken began to black out. The smell and taste was far worse than anything he had experienced before.
Ken slowly opened his eyes, letting them adjust to the bright light. He slowly began to wake up. Before his mind started shaking off the cobwebs of sleep, he noticed a terrible taste in his mouth he was all too familiar with. Every single day Ken woke up, he wished that it was all a nightmare, but the horrible taste told him that nothing had changed; he was still trapped as a horse's anus. He would forever have the residual taste of horse shit in him mouth. It truly was a personal hell for Ken.
Now awake, Ken sighed to himself, thinking of his terrible predicament. However, instead of sighing, Ken's anus body puckered up and blasted out a hot and smelly horse fart. He felt the stinky gas pass his lips. The smell was horrendous as was the taste. He cursed those boys for trapping him in this wretched form, and he cursed them for allowing him to keep his sense of smell and taste! Kens lips puckered again and another rancid fart escaped his lips. It was disgusting! Smelling the horse's gas, Ken thought to himself that he must have the worst morning breath in the world!
The nasty farts had attracted Kens old pals, the flies. As they landed on Kens lips, they began to feed on the leftover shit smeared on Ken. Afterall, horses can't exactly wipe their ass. As the flies danced all over Ken, it drove him insane! The flies would tickle his sensitive anus body to no end. "Shoo!", Ken tried to yell, only to release another fart out of his anus mouth. This drew more flies to Ken. Or was no use, he would have to put up with the maddening tickling.
As the flies crawled all over Ken, he was trying to think of how long he had been cursed as an ass hole. He had no concept of time, but if he had to guess, it had been a few months. "Damn those boys!" Ken thought to himself. Even being trapped as this horses cock was factors better than this! Ken was disgusted by all the piss and chunky horse semen that blasted out of his urethra mouth, and it sure did taste foul, but it was so much better than revolting chunks of horse shit coming out of your mouth. Worse yet, Ken could always taste the residual shit left behind. Even being stuffed into a smelly mate's vagina, being violently thrust in and out, only to vomit out another load of nasty horse cum seemed like a vacation to Ken!
Just then Ken felt a pressure in the back of his "throat". "Uh oh", Ken thought. He knew what it was. He felt a large mass of something moving up his throat. It began to push past his lips as the taste and smell hit him. A piece of shit slowly pushed its way out of his lips and plopped to the floor. The taste was horrendous! Ken was mentally crying, lamenting his fate as another turn pushed its way out. Ken was disgusted to the core of his being, and the bad thing was he had to do this multiple times a day, every single day. If he could move or do anything, he would have ended his life ages ago. Alas, Ken was trapped, with no other option but to suffer through it, turd after turd. Ken was stuck in this stinky, nasty prison for good.