Note: This is the first story in what is planned to be a 3-part sequel to "Portrait of a Scat Family," which ended with the Bashears -- mother, father, and their two grown daughters -- discussing plans to attend a scat ranch in Colorado. The 3 subsequent stories will deal with them at the ranch. All the stories can be read independently, though "Portrait" contains background details that will make the rest better understood.
All characters are fictional and over 18 years of age. Please check tags: contains scat.
"You didn't pack a lot of clothes, did you?" Vera Bashear asked her younger sister Tess while they sat aboard the flight to Denver.
"No, a couple of sundresses maybe, not much more than that," Tess responded. "We're going to a scat ranch. I assume we'll be naked most of the time."
"Good. That's what I figured, too."
The two sisters, along with their parents Andy and Lyn, were on their way to the Timbervale Ranch, a scat resort located in the Front Range just west of Denver, Colorado. The Bashears were a scat-loving family, scat-obsessed might be a better term, and now that Tess had turned 18, it was decided they would vacation for a week at the ranch. The ranch catered to scat lovers much like a golf or tennis resort indulged its guests with their preferred activity. It was owned and operated by a woman named Chloe, a woman Andy and Lyn had known from when she was a college student in eastern Pennsylvania several years before and lived with a woman named Suzy. All four were extreme scat enthusiasts back then and became involved in many scat sessions together on Suzy's farm and elsewhere.
When they got to the airport in Denver, they were surprised to see Chloe waiting for them. She was wearing faded jeans, a denim shirt with fancy buttons, and cowboy boots. The only thing missing was the cowboy hat and she could have fit in at any rodeo in the country. The requisite hugs and kisses were exchanged, and Lyn introduced her daughters to her. They had met fleetingly only a few times before and only in the most platonic of circumstances.
"Normally I send an assistant to make pick-ups at the airport," Chloe said, "but I had to see someone in town today and figured I'd do it myself. Besides, I couldn't wait to see you again, it's been way too long."
As to be expected, much of the conversation on the one-hour drive to the ranch was taken up with the older folks getting reacquainted and mulling over old times. Vera and Tess were amused with some of the stories about their scat adventures, like the time, as told by Chloe, "Amara and Keith left one of Jessica's Friday night scat parties naked together and still covered in shit, Amara always willing to do the most outlandish things, and they got a flat tire. Keith, who was something of a car guy, was outraged when he discovered there was no jack in the trunk."
"What did they do?" Vera asked.
"They decided that Amara would stay with the car and call roadside assistance while Keith hid nearby in the woods. She wrapped herself in a blanket they had and told the mechanic she had had a terrible accident and shit herself, which is why it smelled so bad and would explain the blanket, and why she couldn't get out of the car. 'So embarrassing and humiliating,' yada-yada-yada, she told him. Now this is only Amara's word for it, so I don't know, but she said that after he was done, if he didn't mind the smell or the mess, he could get in the car and she would give him a blowjob or he could even fuck her if he wanted."
"Did he?" Tess wanted to know.
"Amara says she was just about begging him to, not even caring anymore that she was covered in shit under the blanket, but he turned her down."
Then Lyn said, "It's totally in character for her to make that offer, but what happened next has been verified by Keith and is not hard to believe at all."
"What's that?" Vera and Tess both inquired at the same time.
"That they took the blanket and went into the woods a short distance and fucked their brains out on it."
"And," Andy added, "they used up the container of saved shit they were bringing to Amara's house from the party right there in the woods. They were even more of a mess when they finally got to Amara's then when they left Jessica's."
Chloe glanced at Vera and Tess through the rearview mirror and said, "Speaking of messes, your mother's told me that both of you are old pros when it comes to scatting and aren't at all reluctant to get as dirty as possible, which is good to hear. You'll be happy to learn that you should meet some very interesting people your age during your stay here. There's a college fivesome in one cottage that appear very adventurous and three couples in another not too much older than you, though they seem somewhat private and might be harder to get to know. How old are you, Vera?"
"I'm 21 and Tess turned 18 a few months ago."
"Ah, now I remember. Well, there's a girl named Naomi here with her mother and another relative who is in her early twenties and might be someone you'll want to strike up a friendship with. She was here last year with her mother and, let me tell you, she really impressed me with how filthy she likes to get. And I'm not easily impressed."
Lyn turned to look at Vera and smiled at her. Before leaving home Vera wondered about meeting people interested in exploring the scat fetish with her. "There you go, love. Something to look forward to."
Timbervale Ranch was located in a secluded canyon several miles down an unpaved road. The canyon was somewhat protected from the elements and was warmer and less windy than much of its surroundings. Nights could become chilly and each guest cottage was equipped with a wood-burning stove for such occasions. But the days were usually warm, except if it was rainy, which was rare. So the wearing of clothes was frequently done away with, and it was normal to see everyone walking about the ranch naked.
Each cottage had a patio attached with outdoor furniture, and most of the scatting that occurred happened there. There was no pool as of yet, though Chloe was working toward getting one installed. Instead, a small clearing next to a large stream that meandered through the property had been converted into a beach, and swimming was available there. A lot of scatting took place on the beach as well, with the stream a perfect spot for cleanup.
Chloe finally pulled off the dirt road and through a log-framed entranceway. "That's the main lodge," she informed everyone after stopping in front of a fairly large ranch house. "I occupy a couple of rooms upstairs along with Opal and Brady, my assistants. They're married and into scat play about as much as anyone you've ever seen. You'll see them frequently about the ranch doing cleanup, helping out with things -- and don't be afraid to ask them to join you in your scatting escapades, they'd be more than happy to. I usually make at least one round through the premises daily myself and also love to participate where things look especially interesting. I've been looking forward to hooking up with you two, Andy and Lyn, since you made your reservation and filed your clean bill of health. Everyone here has to do that, by the way."