Deadly Dung
By Seydaschu

This is an adult story with heavy sexual and fetish themes.
Fetish Warning: Clean Scat (Hyper Scat, Eating Scat, Vomiting Scat), Fatal Vore, Alternative Vore, Absorption, Unwilling Prey, Multiple Prey, Rape, M/M, Implied Bestiality

	A van parked in the dirt lot of a small, isolated farm.  Eight men stepped out, all in work clothes, and approached the front gate.  Farmer John, a dark brown rabbit, opened the entrance as he saw the new farmhands approach.  The small friendly bunny smiled and waved, then shook hands with their foreman, a tall and muscular horse named Robert.

	“Hey Bob!  It's nice to meet you face to face.”
	“Yup.  It looks like we got more than enough men for the job.  Kinda small place, huh?”
	“Yeah.  I gotta go out to town this afternoon, so I'd like you guys on part-time.  I'm sure you'll get done in a jiffy!”
	“Great.  Ya wanna show us around, John?”
	“Alrighty then!”

	On the left when they entered, there was a large cow pasture.  Only one non-anthro cow was out, which he named Gerta.  On the right was a small barn.  In the center of the farm was John's quaint one-story home.  Behind his house was a corn field, and to the side of it, on the same side as the barn, was a pair of old silos.

	At his front porch, John gave his first orders.  He looked at a tiger.  “I'd like you to go feed Gerta first.”  The tiger nodded and walked away, not knowing what dark double-meaning the bunny intended.  Next, John spoke to a fox.  “I need you to pull weeds out in the pasture.  Don't worry, we aren't shoveling manure today, but you should still watch your step!”  The fox rolled his eyes, and made his way to the cow pasture.  Then the rabbit looked to Robert.  “The rest of your crew should be working out back.  We got a lot to plan out first, so let's step inside.”  The horse nodded, and the final six men followed the farmer inside his home.

	The tiger, Tony (no relation), went into the barn to grab a wheelbarrow and fill it with hay.  He was surprised to see no other livestock inside.  Was the cow the only farm animal being kept?  Tony would have to ask once he's finished.  Dale, the fox, already took a shovel from the shed, and climbed over a fence into the pasture.  He saw a dry patch on the other end and made his way over.  Sure enough, he had to watch his step for cow patties.  They sure were unusual, though.  All of them were completely black and smooth.  Dale couldn't smell them either, but he sure didn't feel like examining closer!

	Tony grabbed armfuls of hay from the wheelbarrow, and dropped them into the cow's feeding trough.  He figured it was pointless to use a pitchfork for this quick task.  The tiger looked up to the cow, whistling a bit and slapping his legs to beckon her to the trough.  The grass in the pasture was clearly short, letting him see all of her cow pies.  Far too many for one cow, unless it hadn't been cleaned in a month.  Gerta slowly waddled to the trough, then sniffed over the hay.  Tony found himself patting her on the head, watching to make sure she starts eating.

	Dale, meanwhile, shoveled up some dead plants, turning and taking a few steps to dump it into a dirt pile behind the fence.  The fox followed a slow, boring rhythm to the task, daydreaming about something.  He snapped out of it, though, when he stepped in something soft.  His boot was stuck in cow dung, in a spot he was certain was clean a moment ago!  He swore out loud, and pulled on his leg.  He was up to the ankle in pure black shit, and couldn't budge.  Now Dale felt embarrassed, thinking that he'd have to take his boot off to free himself.  While trying to gain leverage, he planted his other foot next to the cow pie.  His eyes bugged out when he saw the dung move on its own, enveloping his other boot!  “What the fuck?!” he shouted, but most of the crew couldn't hear, being indoors.

	Tony looked up at the fox, seeing him standing in an extra-thick cow patty.  Neither of the farmhands saw Gerta give a wicked smile.  The cow looked up from the trough, and yawned her mouth open unusually wide.  When the tiger looked back to the cow, he saw a thick black substance suddenly shoot out from her mouth!  His cry was rapidly silenced when the mass clamped over his muzzle, and enveloped his head.  His voice was now so muffled, not even Gerta could understand what he was trying to say now!  The cow's prehensile dung continued flowing out of her mouth and over the tiger's shoulders.

	Dale was panicking, and looked over to where Tony was, in time to see the tiger being captured by the innocent-looking cow shitting out of her mouth!  The fox's feet felt numb, and his body started to sink downwards!  His body was lowering, and the cow pie was starting to expand.  “Fuck!  What?  This is...”  He was dumbfounded, his jaw hanging open.  A tentacle of dung rose from muck, and forced itself into Dale's maw!  It had no taste or smell, but stopped him from trying to call for more help.  Gerta simply wagged her tail happily, knowing that her first two prey had finally been silenced!

	Tony found himself cocooned in dung all the way down to his waist.  Gerta lifted the tiger off of the ground and into the air.  He kicked weakly, being slowly suffocated by the dark mass.  The cow tilted her head up, and started to swallow, pulling her dung back down her gullet and drawing in her prey as well.  She easily stretched her jaw over Tony, devouring him effortlessly!  She soon ran her tongue over the tiger's lower body as it limply disappeared into her maw.  It was difficult to tell if Tony was dead, or simply gave up.  Gerta casually sauntered over to Dale while the last of the tiger vanished between her thick lips.  She seductively licked her lips as she walked, the form of her prey being concealed very well under her flesh.

	Dale tried shaking his head, but the dung in his mouth held him still.  He was down to his waist in dung, and soon he felt his hands being swallowed.  The fox was getting weaker, too much of his body had been digested.  He closed his eyes slowly.  Now relaxed, he could notice how warm the blob was around him, and how pleasant the painless conversion felt.  He couldn't help smiling around the length stuffed in his maw.  The mass quickly climbed up over the rest of Dale, enveloping what remained of the fox, before suddenly squishing back down!  The round ball shook and squirmed for a few moments, before settling down flatter.  The cow pie had just finished eating a fox.

	Gerta walked over the dung pile that the fox had sank into.  She positioned her hind end over the pile, and lifted her tail.  A thick dung log smoothly slid from her pucker, hanging down lower and lower until it joined with Dale's remains.  With one end still firmly in her bowels, she started absorbing nutrients through her dung!  Slurping noises were made as some of the mass on the ground appeared to be pumped up her log much like a hose.  The cow licked her lips again, now able to taste the fox as his predigested body was sucked through her anus!  Soon enough, she stopped pumping, and withdrew her dung-hose back into her pucker, leaving behind only the mobile cow patty she had laid in the first place to catch prey!

	Farmer John finished discussing some details inside, and stopped stalling for time once he was certain Gerta had silenced the first two men.  He left Robert the foreman in the dining room so the horse could go over paperwork.  The bunny stepped out the back door, being followed by the other five workers.  John mentioned that he needed some woodwork done in one of his silos, so Austin, the deer, volunteered.  The remaining four started plowing a new row for the corn.  The rabbit and buck made small talk as they walked to the further silo together.  There were quite friendly to each other, John was genuinely enjoying Austin's company.  It was a darn shame that he was about to murder him.

	The two climbed up the ladder along the outside, with the deer climbing first.  When Austin reached the top, he stepped inside to the platform.  He looked around for tools, but it was too dark inside.  John finished climbing, then turned on the light for them.  There were no railings, but what caught the buck's attention first was the silo's contents.  Two-thirds of the way up the tower, was solid blackness.  He was confused.

	“Huh?  There's no corn in here.”
	John answered.  “Oh, the corn's in the other silo.  This one's for manure.”
	“A whole silo for manure?!  For this tiny place?  Where the hell did you get so much shit?”
	“By feeding it!”

	The bunny winked, and gave Austin a shove!  The deer fell off the platform, trying to scream out, but the fall was rather short.  With a slapping sound, his whole body sank into the muck at once, and the surface quickly closed above him.  Meanwhile, John carefully leaned over, watching the now smooth surface closely.  There was absolutely no sound or movement.  After 20 seconds of waiting, the bunny sighed in disappointment.  The buck wasn't coming back up, he was already dung.  Standing back, John then smiled.  He thought that Austin was such a friendly guy, he deserved a quick and merciful digestion!  The rabbit quickly climbed back down the silo, and returned to his home, getting a glance of the four other workers busy in the corn field before stepping into the back entrance.

	Once in the dining room, John greeted Robert again, who was reading over some charts.  The bunny told the horse that he'd get them something to drink, then walked behind the foreman to reach the kitchen.  He stepped into the pantry, then squatted down to slide out a large plastic tub.  He moved the cans on top of it to the floor, then popped the lid off the box.  Inside, coiled up, was a huge, black, clean turd almost as big as he was!  He lifted the length of dung out of the tub, then draped it over his shoulders much like a feather boa.  It was light enough to carry, and farmer John wasn't vulnerable to being absorbed into the strange mass produced by his predatory cow.  He kept dung like this hidden in a few places in his home, just in case he needed to kill someone privately!  The thought made the rabbit's jeans tent over his crotch.

	John carried the dung coil back to the aptly-named dining room, and stood behind Robert.  He licked his lips, resting his hands on top of the soft mass over his shoulders.  The rabbit could feel it beginning to move on it's own, and he broke the silence.

	“Well, Bob.  I think I've got everything under control.  Nice knowing ya.”
	“Hmm?  Are you headed out already?”
	“Naw.  Nothing personal, I'm just helping Gerta eat y'all.”

	The horse turned in his chair to look back, just in time to see the length on John's left side move forward, striking its end out like a snake!  The tip spread over Robert's face, muffling his cries and clamping over his head!  The bunny just stood there and smiled, letting the carnivorous dung do all the work.  It sucked hard, pulling in the foreman's shoulders.  Robert forcefully stood up, knocking his chair aside.  He reached up to grab the mysterious thing enveloping him, only to find his hands sinking into its soft sides!  The dung worm forced it's 'head' downwards, pinning its prey's arms down to the elbows, before letting his hands free.

	Once over the waist, the horse's feet were lifted off the ground, and John briefly buckled under the new weight.  Soon enough, the bunny could feel the bulge of his victim behind his head, getting even more aroused by the muffled noises close to his ears!  The dung didn't make any slurping noises as it swallowed up the horse.  Once its meal was off the ground, the whole process was eerily silent.  The foreman's body was soon filling up the other half of the dung boa hanging on John's right side.  With the prey's feet disappearing into the mass, the weight was finally balanced, and the rabbit could stand up straight.  Robert struggled as much as he could, but the bunny could only feel some subtle wiggling inside the powerful turd.

	John stroked over the bulges on each side of the dung coil, and whispered.  “Mmmm, you're going to make so much dung, little bronco.  None of ya are gonna survive, y'all shit-food.”  He continued his monologue as he carried the dung cocoon to his bedroom.  “Gerta's dung is the most beautiful stuff in the world.  You're so lucky.  We've turned hundreds of folk into perfect dung.  And we're gonna keep going until there's nobody left.”  The bunny closed and locked the door to his bedroom behind him.  He unzipped the fly of his jeans, and slid them and his underwear down just enough to release his erection.  Still mostly clothed, he lay down on his bed on his back, sliding the bulging turd over on top of himself and hugging it like a body pillow.  The clean mass only stuck to its prey, so John wasn't worried about his body, clothes, or bed getting messy.  The end with the still-living horse's head was in front of the bunny's face, and they were belly to belly.  John smiled, and spoke to the muffled shouts inside.  “You're a lot sexier like this, Bob!  I was hoping to get into your pants before, but I know I'm gonna have fun raping you like this before we digest ya!”

	The bunny slowly sank his exposed cock into the warm black mass.  At the same time, a much larger penis formed in the dung behind Robert's ass.  It quickly ate away the pants underneath, and probed into the horse's anus, making the blob shake noticeably.  John's thrusts were being translated into this dung dildo, allowing him to indirectly fuck Robert much like a sexual voodoo doll!  The bunny wrapped his arms and legs around the dung log, humping it rapidly like a feral bunny would.  He pressed his lips against the mass in front of his head, and poked in with his tongue.  Sure enough, a larger copy of his tongue forced its way into the foreman's mouth, transferring John's kiss to Robert!  The horse was strangely able to breathe the whole time, a bizarre property of the dung that allowed it to hold prey for a long time without digesting it.  The horny rabbit didn't last long, moaning into the dung, and pumping his small load into the quivering mass.

	The hungry turd quivered around its prey, sucking all over Robert, especially his unwilling hard-on.  Despite his impending doom, the blob raped him to orgasm, absorbing his seed along with John's!  The bunny didn't break apart his kiss when the digestion began, he continued holding tightly.  The horse's last cries were slowly silenced, and the bulges softened and smoothed out.  The rabbit moaned, able to taste the horse mixed into the normally flavorless dung.  He took a bite out of it, chewing and savoring the flavor of his recent prey mixed in!  He happily swallowed down the edible dung, then slipped the massive log off the edge of the opposite side of the bed.  Robert was going to be a late-night snack for weeks!  John then zipped up his pants and left his bedroom, leaving the door open.  He knew that anyone snooping in would meet the same fate as the horse.  The bunny went to the living room to relax on the sofa, and started watching TV.

	The four men in the corn field had worked in pairs, plowing from each edge until they met in the middle.  It was hard work without power tools or work animals, but it's what they were paid for.  It was time for a break.  On their way to the back door of the house, Jim, the blue jay, said he had to use the bathroom.  While the other three stepped inside to find John in his living room, the bird had to go to the outhouse.  When he opened the door, Jim was surprised that the old-looking wooden enclosure didn't stink.  It didn't smell like any other air freshener was covering something.  Was this never used until now?  He shrugged it off, and lifted a square plastic lid on the seat to reveal a huge round hole.  The blue jay was worried that he could fall in.  He slid the basic lock to hold the door closed, then slid down his pants to expose his rear end.

	Jim planted his ass over the toilet hole without looking, but felt himself sitting on something soft and squishy.  He looked down to see the hole completely plugged up by a black blob, shifting on its own and spreading around his buttocks!  “Holy shit!”, he cried.  If only Gerta were able to hear him, she may have taken that as a complement.  The blue jay tried to stand, but found himself stuck.  He felt his butt-cheeks being spread apart, and something hard pressing against his anus.  Jim could only swear and scream as the living dung slowly penetrated his rectum!  Nobody could hear the poor man, however.  The bird was all alone with the shit that was raping him!

	Jim only felt brief moments of pain as the mass forced its way deeper into his bowels.  There were strange tingling sensations in his lower body.  He was unaware that his insides were already being converted into dung.  It was starting to feel surprisingly pleasant.  The blue jay soon sported an erection, which the black blob spread and wrapped around!  His struggles stopped, and his cries turned into quiet moans.  Jim was completely surprised to be enjoying his time with this bizarre monster!  He gently smiled downwards, and rubbed his hand over the dung ball over his crotch, which was sucking him off.  “Aw, poor thing.  You must be so lonely trapped in this outhouse.”

	Now that the bird was cooperating, the mass gently lifted him up into the air, using the grip it had around his waist.  Jim let it happen, getting friendly with his predator.  “What are you?  Did all the waste down this hole get a mind of its own?”  The blob was unable to answer.  Once high enough, the blue jay's feet dangled over the entrance, then the dung pillar lowered inside along with its catch.  Jim felt a numbness inside of his guts, and saw where he was going.  He was starting to realize what was happening, but was still happy.  “Mmm, are ya hungry, little guy?  Awesome!  I know all about the vore that goes on all around this state.  I'm kinda a prey type, but I never would've guessed that my pred was going to be a sexy pile of shit!”  He licked is lips as he was lowered past the waist into the hole.  He made no attempts to resist by grabbing the seat, he had turned into a completely willing prey!

	Jim gave a long low moan when he suddenly felt an orgasm.  He thought he had ejaculated, but what he felt was actually the sensation of his genitals being digested!  His legs were absorbed into the pillar holding him, and soon the blue jay could feel nothing past his abdomen.  Him disappeared down the hole, then quickly sank neck-deep into the gentle dung that was converting him.  It was getting difficult to breathe or speak once the mass took hold of his lungs.  “I... love this dung.  I wonder if John knows...?”  The bird was breathless.  Amidst all of this, the blob pressed against his open beak.  The bird closed his eyes in the darkness, enjoying their last kiss.  His last thoughts were if the dung had feelings, and loved him back.  Finally, Jim was thoughtless, as his brain was digested.  A subtle tentacle of dung reached out of the hole, and unlocked the door, letting it swing open in order to invite in its next meal.

	Farmer John was watching TV in the center of his sofa.  On his left sat Casey, a chubby St. Bernard, and too his right was Sam, the alligator.  Standing behind the couch was William, an otter.  William was getting impatient.

	“I didn't see the foreman.  Do you know where Bob went?”
	John answered.  “He had to go back to the van.  He got a phone call, and said it was too loud in here.  Do you know where that blue jay is, Bill?”
	“Yeah, Jim had to use the outhouse.”

	The bunny nodded, knowing full well that the bird wouldn't be returning from that death trap.  The otter left the three lazing on the sofa, out the front door towards the parking area.  He glanced over the pasture and paused, seeing no signs of the tiger or fox that were supposed to be working there.  William assumed that they had followed the horse to the van, and could be talking together.  The cow stood still and watched the otter walk past, towards the shade of a tree opposite of the pasture.  He paid no attention to the tree, not knowing about the black, snake-like length wrapped around a branch overhead.

	When he passed under the branches, Gerta licked her lips, and one end of the dung fell from the tree, catching his head instantly!  Not even the cow could hear his muffled cries, he was already dung-food!  With the rest of its length anchored on the branch, the hungry turd sucked its prey upwards.  William was lifted off the ground, and he fruitlessly kicked in the air.  Swallow after silent swallow pulled the otter into the thick mass.  The dung wasted no time eating him, and began digesting immediately.  William's kicking quickly ceased, it would seem as if the otter had given up, yet in actuality, he had died!  The limp corpse disappeared into the bulging shit, and the blob starting pulling itself back up into the branches.  The already softening body gave the turd enough flexibility to wrap around its branch again.

	The whole time, Gerta watched, flicking her tail.  She had been controlling this feeding directly!  As the otter turned into more clean dung, the cow had an idea.  The mass in the branches changed shape, splitting into much smaller pieces.  Shiny black spheres hung from different points of the tree, focused over the path underneath.  It had shaped itself into wicked fruits, each one capable of dropping onto an unsuspecting victim and devouring him right where he stood!  Gerta couldn't help licking her lips again.  She knew those apple-like dung balls would be delicious as well!

	John continued to relax inside, trusting that Gerta could handle the otter, leaving only two people left to murder.  The three of them were idly chatting about the show they were watching, making it hard for the bunny to think up a fun way to turn them into dung.  He knew it didn't have to be subtle if these were the last two survivors.  He idly turned in his seat, checking behind himself.  John was then shocked to see an exact copy of the sofa they were on tucked into the corner!  Then he realized that the real sofa was in the corner, and there were now on a dung clone!  The surface was shiny and leathery, but the black was the wrong color.  When the rabbit turned forward again, he could feel a familiar give underneath him.  This clever shit must have slowly covered the couch while they were watching, silently sliding out the old one while filling the shape it left behind!  John was so glad this stuff was on his side.

	The bunny turned off the TV, then idly laid his arms over the sofa, touching Casey with his left hand and Sam with his right.  This gave John some odd looks from the St. Bernard and alligator.

	“What gives?”, said the dog.
	“Oh, it doesn't matter.  It's almost over.”, replied the rabbit.
	“Is our break done already?”, asked the gator.
	“No, I meant all of your lives.  You two are the last ones!”

	This answer resulted in Sam giving John a fierce look, with teeth bared.  That was, until the reptile's right arm sunk into the armrest, and his rear end was glued to the cushion!  Meanwhile, the bunny still relaxed and smiled, as if nothing was wrong.  Casey tried to stand, but found his own ass literally stuck to his seat.  The canine put his hands on his knees, and shot up, successfully ripping his jeans off of his backside, allowing him to stand!  This legitimately surprised John.

	“What the fuck is going on?!”, shouted Casey.
	“Uh?  Um, well, Gerta's a very special cow, you see.  You eight were brought here to feed her.” answered John.
	“That cow's a pred?  Oh no you don't, we ain't gonna let that fatty anywhere near us!”, Sam said bravely.
	“Oh, she doesn't have to.  The most special part about her... is her dung.  It's got a mind of its own, and it's eating you two right now!”, the bunny said with a giggle.

	At that moment, when the St. Bernard though he was free, the front of the couch seemed to reach out, and his ankles were quickly wrapped up in the black mass!  The alligator had sunk deeply enough to cover his hips and thighs.  Both of his hands were stuck in the blob, and his legs stuck out uselessly from the front.  Even his tail was halfway into the sofa's back.  Meanwhile, the dog was forced backwards, sliding into the hungry sofa until he appeared to be standing in it, up to his knees in shape-shifting shit!

	“Jesus, what the fuck is even happening?”, Sam said in panic.
	“This ain't dung!  It's like... some slime monster!”, said Casey.
	“Yeah, I know, it's pretty weird.  But it's so smooth, and odorless, not to mention powerful.  You'd better get used to it, that dung is gonna digest ya, absorb ya, and make even more dung with ya!”, John said as a threat.

	Sam found himself lower, nearly sitting on the floor within the dung.  His legs were brought up, and his knees folded so that what remained of his legs outside were pressed into the false sofa.  The gator's back was pressed into the couch's back, while his tail fully disappeared into it.  Casey's knees were also forced to bend, dropping him down quickly until he was kneeling on the floor within.  He held up his arms, avoiding contact with the blob, so the mass pushed the dog's upper body into the sofa's back as well.  Strangely enough, the center of the amorphous sofa was still firm, supporting John at the same time it absorbed two other men!  The bunny was stroking his crotch bulge through his pants as he looked back and forth over his final victims.

	“You sick fuck!  Why are you doing this?”, screamed Sam.
	“Why are you being spared?  Does this shit like you?”, asked Casey.
	“Mmmm, yeah, I loooooove this dung!  It always tastes so good after it digests someone.  Gerta kept me alive so I can lure in more people, so we can enjoy the edible dung together!”, John answered in a creepy, joyful tone.
	“Jesus, no!  You're a serial killer!”, cried Sam.
	“W-wait, don't let it eat us!  We can help!  Just, don't...”, Casey begged.

	The bunny's last reply was another playful giggle, as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his erection.  At the same time, the two prey were silenced by having their muzzles sink backwards into the sofa.  All that remained outside was the St. Bernard's limp arms, which were slowly tucked into the seat.  Their cries and screams were muffled, and their faces made well-defined bulges in the sofa's backrest.  Now that he was alone on the couch, John turned and lay on his side, pointing his back to the TV and facing the backrest.  He was facing the bulge Casey made, propping his feet up on the opposite arm rest which had earlier swallowed Sam's right arm.  He masturbated furiously to the sight of the two trapped men, before moaning and ejaculating over the center cushion.  His seed disappeared almost instantly into the mass.

	After the bunny's orgasm, the deadly sofa began the digestion process.  John was still perfectly supported while laying on the soft cushions, while underneath him the bodies of two hired hands painlessly dissolved into solid black dung!  The backrest smoothed out in front of the bunny, and the muffled cries inside died along with Casey and Sam.  John then lay on his back, staring at the ceiling in bliss, enjoying the silence, and the satisfaction of a job well done.  He considered getting rid of his old sofa, and keeping this dung copy as his default!  It was softer, cleaner, and in just the right spot to eat someone in his living room, right under everyone's noses!

	Now that they were finished, farmer John stood up, and zipped up his fly.  He stepped out the front door, and gave a wave to Gerta.  The intelligent cow nodded her head, and wagged her tail happily.  When the bunny reached the fence, he pat her head gently, and spoke to her.

	“That's eight men into delicious dung.  God, I love you.”
	He kissed the cow on the nose, then the seemingly feral creature spoke!
	“Mmmm, yes, they're going to make soooooo much dung!  Thank you so much, John.”

	She tilted her head up, and locked lips with the bunny.  Her thick tongue explored his mouth, and then her throat bulged out.  Gerta regurgitated some mass right into John's maw, which he swallowed down without question!  The air was filled with the sounds of gulps and groans as the cow happily fed her handler some edible dung.  The bunny soon parted the kiss, licking over his own lips.

	“Hmm.  Was that the tiger?”
	“That's right!  He was an easy catch.  How does he taste?”
	“Meh, not bad.  Who else should I try?  You got Bob, didn't you?”
	“Was that the fox?”
	“No, the otter.  I told him to go this way!”
	“Oooh!  Yes, we must try him!  Oh, you're going to love this.  Get the wheelbarrow.”

	The bunny did as instructed, taking the abandoned wheelbarrow that Tony had left behind at the trough.  He pushed it over to Gerta, then she gestured to the tree across from her.  John looked at in confusion, but his eyes lit up when he looked up into the branches.  He quickly wheeled underneath, then the cow made the dung balls drop from the branches.  John was impressed by the load he was getting, and laughed when one bounced off of his head harmlessly, then into the wheelbarrow!  He moved around to gather about half of them, before bringing the full load over to the fence.  John offered a plump dung fruit to Gerta, who wrapped her huge tongue around it, then swallowed it whole with a moan!  The bunny himself took another, then bit right into it.  He chewed, savored, and swallowed the former otter's product.

	“Mmm, amazing!”, said Gerta.
	“I know!  This is such a perfect new fruit you've made!”  He laughed out loud.  “Cow apples!”
	Gerta laughed back.  “Oh, I didn't even think of that!  I should definitely make more.”
	“Man, these are so great.  Y'know, I think I could share these with people inside!  Let 'em get a good taste of your former prey before getting turned into more delicious cow apples!”
	She chuckled.  “Ah, great idea.  You're so twisted, I love that!”  She gave a bunny a huge lick on the cheek.  “Alright, the fox was baked into a cow pie.  I can feel where the other five ended up, but I'd like to hear what you did.”
	“Alright.  Austin, he was a nice deer.  I shoved him into the dung silo, but that was quick.  I kinda regret it now.”  Gerta nodded in understanding.  “Hmm... then I wore a dung garter in the dining room and fed the foreman to it!  I carried him to my room, and fucked that beautiful cocoon!”  The cow gave a naughty grin.  “Then, while watching TV with the last two, I noticed my couch was already dung!  I just sat there and let them sink in.  Did you do that, or does it do that by itself?”
	Gerta shook her head.  “I did that after turning the otter in cow apples.  Thought it'd be a pleasant surprise!”  John nodded.  “I think you missed one.  Someone was fed to the outhouse?”
	“Oh yeah, a blue jay.  He looked cute, but I didn't see him get eaten.”  He thought to himself a bit.  “If I had a choice, I'd like to see Austin and Jim some more.”
	Gerta gave a warm smile.  “I understand.  Their dung... have some feelings in them.  It's like my dung kept part of them alive?”
	John's expression lit up.  “Ooh, can you use that?  Can you clone people like you cloned my couch?!”
	Gerta chuckled.  “We'll see!  You've had a long day, you'd better get to cleaning up.”

	The bunny nodded, and parted ways.  He left the wheelbarrow by the barn, then scooped up an armful of cow apples to bring inside.  He put some in a fruit basket by the table, and the rest in the pantry.  He found the keys to the van on his table, and considered it his now.  He stuffed the paperwork into a drawer, thinking about who he could lure in next time.  Finally, he walked into his room, happy to see the fat dung-snake that had consumed Robert waiting for him on his bed!  He closed the door and quickly undressed, hopped right into bed, then excitedly humped the log while biting off and swallowing mouthfuls of it at a time!  He finally had time to enjoy his dinner.