# Under a Dragon's Ass

He inhaled. It was indescribable, gross, horrific and comforting. Brown stains smeared against the ass's blue scale; splattered like an explosion out from the dark crevice formed between hard muscular cheeks. It wasn't far and yet it still looked hazy; From heat or stench, it was impossible to say. A deep ruby tailhole puckered, beckoning. Drops of sweat formed and dripped off the scales. A thick salty distinctive ammonia taste; Unique from the rest of the ass's delights. Each drop was an overpowering dose of the dragon's hypnotic musk. Inches below, and yet so far away, Wes lay. Every drop that fell on him was a gift. Being here to witness this beauty was too. Him, a river otter, shouldn't even be compared to the dragon above.

Last night, so fondly, he had given it a meticulous and thorough tongue bath.  One that had taken hours. Somehow, here it was, muskier and filthier. That was saying something given how messy it was before. He enjoyed the act of cleaning it, lick by lick, but that final result didn't feel right. They both knew that this ass deserved to be coated in shit, sweat and grime.  If this was his last time seeing it, he was glad it was this dirty.  

Fear had left him. Wes couldn't bring himself to feel any form of terror or dread. Instead, the thoughts of last night made his cock stand up tall, relatively.  Even if his peen wasn't on the smaller side, the otter's whole body wasn't as tall as the dragon's cock.  His poking up, as the massive dong hung down made it clear who held the power.  He embraced the adventure ahead of him with an open needy maw.

It was comforting to think of Dez being so close to him. Having been part of what happened to his boyfriend last night made him so much more excited for his turn.  Even if he didn't know Rex that well, the unique bond they now shared through Dez was a powerful one.  Maybe it kind of made the dragon his boyfriend. Would that change when he ate the dragon shit this time? Dez in a new form. How romantic that he was going to eat them too. To be together, closer than ever.  The three of them in a thrupple made of love and shit.

The horny reality of it kept hitting him again and again. His only regret was that he wouldn't be able to appreciate the tightness of squeezing though that tail hole. He was going to, in a log that was made of both of them, it just wasn't something he would be alive to enjoy. Yet, that was what he wanted. Both of them always wanted this. They were pray, to be eaten. Born to experience the last and greatest thrill. How his life would become nothing more than a single meal. Temporary fuel for a shit factory. A deserving shit factory. It gave Was the best shiver.

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It had been 9 days since his fate was sealed.

When Dez had told him that they had been chosen by Rex, he had been horrified. "It was one thing", Wes had said, "to paw off to the thought of it, it was another to actually do It". But his boyfriend told him he would come around. Sure enough, that fear melted away and after only a few days, he might have been the more excited one.

In some circles, Rex was a bit of a celebrity.  He posted some extreme porn with some equally famous dragons, but he was known for his shit posts.  He claimed that for every 5 prey he eats, only 1 is worth posting.  Only the best piles of shit attracted the kind of 'sickos' that begged for the chance to be one of the worthy dumps.  Churned to shit and be lucky enough to advertise that glamorous fate.  It must be really successful.  Many posts were filled with lewd comments, some from friends of the former prey;  Lude comments about how beautiful the rich creamy logs that had once been friends looked.  The otters had been following him for a while, and Dez had DMed the dragon to see if he was interested.  The rest is history.

Hoping was all they could do.  The couple wouldn't get to know if the dump they would be made into would even be posted. Dez didn't seem to mind, but it bothered Wes a bit.  It was odd to wrap his mind around it, not being there to witness it. Dumb otter thoughts. After all, he would be shit by then.  It wasn't the thing shit should really be concerned about.  Thinking of himself like that was so easy, he couldn't wait.

Dez did all the planning and kept Wes in the dark.  It dominated his thoughts even with little to go on. He knew he didn't want to be first. If it happened, he could live with it. Not live exactly, but something like it. His fate, like him, would be the dragon's plaything. That was exactly where he wanted it to be. How would it happen? He didn't know. He knew Rex would likely eat them, and his beautiful cock would be involved, but the details, he didn't know. Not knowing drove him crazy.  Crazy horny.

Dez and him spent every day since on beautiful amazing dates. Every day he woke up wondering if today would be the day.  Every moment with the love of his life was bliss.  One made sweeter by the ending being so close. Each night they lived through they fucked.  They fucked like it was their last.  Each day that passed the intensity grew as the inevitable grew closer.

One evening, after a beautiful day spent at the beach, as they watched the sunset together, Dez held Wes' hand and spoke the words he feared and couldn't wait for. "It's today." They left and went right to Rex, hand in hand.

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Belongings were put in a box at the door, they were naked now, and descended to his dungeon.  The muscular blue dragon was there.  He leaned back with his legs wide open on a black leather couch.  He didn't talk, only grunted.  Whether it was an act or not, it was doing something for Wes.  

His naked form glistened with sweat.  With a grunt and a flick of his sharp yellow eyes, he instructed wordlessly for the otters to worship his temple of a body. They did. Both small wiggly creatures crawled over his shiny blue scales.  Both quickly found themselves on opposing sides of his massive dick.  Even soft, it hung down like a third leg over big weighty orbs. The otters were so similar. Of course they both wanted to suck it first. Both going straight for the cock musk before it was all licked clean by the other.

The river otters both had an insane horny appetite. As they worshiped, they playfully fought for the most rank parts of the dragon they could reach. The stink of workout sweat seeped into their fur as they crawled up his legs, sticking snoots under his gut and under his balls. The stench got all over them, making them one step closer… His cock hardened.  Electric blue and growing longer, bigger.  Seeing it in person was…

The worshippers fell away as the god got up. Naked, erect and confident, he strutted, then turned to look at the otters as he approached the door they came in.  "Stay, or go" He said, looking directly at Wes. A lick of his lips and a tilt of his head made Wes melt. Neither of them moved.  He shut the door and it locked with a metallic click.  

Rex took a few steps back towards them and lifted up both of his arms.  They absolutely radiated gym stink. "Smell that? Love it." he ordered with a devilish smile; It showed all of his sharp teeth.

They raced. Each chose a leg and started climbing. Pulling their soft bodies up along his muscular legs and torso towards his pits.  Sweat made the climb treacherous, slipping and coating themselves in the wet salty liquid. They were coated and dripping sweat themselves when they were able to go muzzle deep into those dark pits.  They choked themselves on the tangy taste. 

Rex grunted from time to time. Wes felt like this was a competition he would win.  He was determined to worship that pit more, to be favored.  His cock rubbed against Rex's chest and poked out of its sheath.  Stink, humiliation or competition: whatever it was, it made him blissfully buzzed.  He took a moment to look down.  The dragon's cock had grown hard and started to twitch lightly. Slimy pre dripped down to the floor.

A small rumble and a release of tension in the dragon's belly accompanied the rotten stench filling the air. His fart silently filled the room and hung there without comment. He moaned and watched Wes.  Dez was still buried in the pit and hadn't noticed.  The direct eye contact made him blush.  He blushed and breathed deeply, savoring the rank air.  He smiled shyly, before berrying his face back into the dragon's pit.  

The next one trumped and crackled. Wes gaged and caught his breath. His cock twitched with delight but he felt nauseous. A growing sickness rose inside his throat. It thumped inside him and he shook with need.

The dragon's chest shook as he laughed. He shook the two to the ground and crossed the room to a huge dragon sized rim seat in a few strides. Dez ran ahead, hitting the toxic cloud first. It had a similar effect on both of them.  Rex's dick bounced tantalizingly through the gap in the seat's frame. His boyfriend leaped for it and sucked at the tip, soliciting a grunt from Rez.

Wes approached slowly.  He knelt down to see the beautiful shiny ass of the dragon framed by the metal ring above.  It spread the cheeks he hadn't had enough time to worship yet apart. The most strained grunt yet accompanied a crackle of his tailhole. A huge log stretched the muscular ring and the scales nearby on its way out. With a thud, it landed on a stainless steel plate polished to a shine and placed under the rim seat for just such an occasion. Bits of white bone peeked out of the otherwise uniform dark shitty mass.

"Eat, Shitmuncher." Rex boomed from up above. His tail hole pushed out and in, in time with Des's licks. A messy hole flexing like it was preparing to follow-up with another log.  

It took Wes a moment to realize Rex was talking about him.  Fantasies about scat were becoming very real very fast.  It would have been shocking enough but this wasn't regular shit, given the dragon's diet, it had been someone. He closed his jaw (how long had that been open?) and wiped drool from his chin. "No, I'm not the best eater. I have, once or twice, but if I'm gonna eat it.." He started.  Wes looked back at the turd, crawling closer, under the rim seat now. The smell was horrendous. The farts before were worse but this was deeper, richer, a different nausea circled around it. He swallowed hard. His cock demanded attention.  One paw idly satisfied it as the possibility of complying with the dragon's order closed in around him. He couldn't ignore them.  So many small bones.  "Could I at least know who they were?" He asked, not actually caring.

"Lunch." Rex said, a sneer was very evident in his tone. Another crackle accompanied a second log landing on top of the first. The thud was deeper. A skull poked out of this one. Maybe a rabbit's? It was hard to say. "I don't hear eating, fucker."

Wes looked up. All he saw was the dragon's ass but he could imagine the dragon's eyes gleaming at him and he blushed. He jerked off his needy cock as he put his nose to the top turd, inhaling it. From the corner of his eye he watched as Dez took his mouth off the dragon's dick and mouthed the word "Hot" to him. From above, the dragon's claw gripped Dez's head and shoved him deep down on his dick. A fart crackled from above with an accompanying moan from the Dragon.

Deep breath in, the shit stank. He opened his maw and bit into the soft mush. It looked harder than it was. A solid shape that gave in to soft mush.  Less like him filling his maw with mud instead of dirt. The taste wasn't so bad. Not compared to the smell. He chewed. Once, twice, three times, and it hit. The gag inducing taste struck suddenly.  It matched the smell making him sick. Sliding his tongue against his teeth didn't help.  New deeper bitterness that he couldn't escape from.  His cock twitched, as he forced himself to swallow. It was terrible.  It was satisfying. He gasped a big mouthful of air. It activated the taste again. He could smell it coming from inside him now, his maw stank like the dragon's farts. He filled his mouth with a second, larger, mouthful. A whiny moan welled up in him as he pushed himself to swallow again. Before he thought anything else he went in for a third bite.

Soft viscous waste was interrupted by bone. In surprise he bit. A small crunch echoed through the room as the bone caught in the otter's teeth. He lifted up his head, and it bounced against one of the dragon's ass cheeks. His paws felt for the ends of the leg bone clutched in his mouth. Cracked and lightly splintered, his eyes glazed over and licked the bone clean. He tossed it aside and whipped his dirty paws on his chest, then looked at the remaining pile. He hadn't made a dent yet.

Wes's stomach gurgled, unhappy already, but he didn't care. He attacked the pile. Shit filled his face. Small bones gave texture to the soft mush. That's all he thought of them as, texture. The variety was something to focus on and it helped him ingest more. After going through the dragon's digestion, most of the bones were brittle. Some crunched and he swallowed them to his toilet of a stomach; The bigger ones, he licked clean and set aside. A new pile of gleaming white bones. He hated it. He loved that he hated it. If he let his higher instincts overrule the horny thought that had led him here, he would have been horrified. Knowing he would be nothing but bones in the dragon's shit soon made his cock leak and his tail wag.

Face first in his feast, he only caught glimpses of Dez. The dragon used him as a fleshlight as the otter flailed, reaching out on instinct in an attempt to grip anything. The dragon's cock forced its way in and out of his maw. Fear and horny need, he was having a great time.  The otter's cock had made a mess at some point. A small pool of cum and piss directly below him was accompanied by streaks that made their way onto his belly as well as the back of Wes's head.  They were both serving the dragon and enjoying the horrible just as much as the good. His limbs flailed as the dragon pushed the otter down all the way and let out a moan. A pulse shot down Dez bloating his stomach, as a trumpet from above sounded. The heavy weight on the back of Wes pushed him face first into the shit pile. The tail of the heavy log curled down his neck and landed with a thud on his back. 

Sandwiched between shit, he let himself sink deeper.  Wes groaned. The pain in his stomach, greater now, didn't cure his hunger.  He pushed himself to eat more. Slurpy sounds of a cock dislodging from his boyfriend's throat filled his muffled shit covered ears. Long strained breaths and gurgled coughs. A piss stream, panicked garbles. Wes' cock twitched. He wished he could watch the sheer volume of piss being discharged into Dez's maw, but in his shit cave, he had a lot of eating to do, and couldn't stop for a second. The floor around him got wet, and then more heavy turds weighed him down. A thunderous crackle from above and the dragon's pleasurable grunts were muffled music to Wes's ears.

"Clean up this mess." The dragon said. "I want it spotless before I eat." The slimy sounds of his cock being jerked accompanied a low growl he gave. Wes pulled his head back, and saw Dez, exhausted, kneel next to him.  Taking a paw into the remaining pile, Wes offered it to his boyfriend. He didn't mind sharing the mountain of shit as long as he got more of it. Des licked his paw and the look of revolution filled him as he took one bite, then another.  Wes smiled, his teeth were probably all brown.  

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Burping tasted bad. Wes held his stomach and felt more shit sink down him. He shivered, and continued licking the skull for any waist he missed inside. He rubbed his dirty fur against an only moderately cleaner Dez. They clung to each other for probably the last time and both had hard needy cocks waiting for the dragon to decide.

"So, which toilet is dinner?" The dragon said, smiling cruelty. He played with a coin. "With the Skull, you call it."

With wide eyes, Wes squeaked out "Tails." Rex flipped the coin. With a loud smack, Rex slammed it against his arm and slowly revealed what must have been a custom coin. The image on it was an ass shitting on a fox. A mountain of shit already accumulated around it, and it reminded him of earlier. It made him shiver. What did winning even mean? Was he first? His heart beat fast and he squeezed Dez's paw.

"See that?" The dragon said. He pointed a blue clawed finger at the coin. "That's gonna be you tomorrow." He grabbed Dez by the scruff of his neck, pulling him out of the other otter's arms. "He's gonna make a nice dump, and it's gonna go straight into you.  Cocksucker, you wanna be shit?"

Dez breathed heavily. Swaying, they shivered and shook. For a long moment he stared at Wes. "Yes, I do." He said, then looked Rex in the eye with pride.

Rex grunted. "And your gonna be a good fag and eat him right? Tell him."

Wes clutched the skull and looked back and forth between the two of them. "I… I am going to enjoy eating you when your dragon dung. I want it, I love you and I will love you as shit." Wes cried. Were they tears of joy or stress? They were somewhat both. He broke down. It was blurry and whipping his tears away just got shit in his eyes.

The dragon picked Wes up and put him on a high table.  The perfect height to watch as Rex tilted his head back and dropped the love of Wes's life in his maw, feet first. The otter balanced for a moment in the dragon's maw, with sharp teeth surrounding him. Dez looked excited and terrified.  He grinded against the dragon's tongue as he reached out a paw. His face streaked with tears. His maw lightly speckled with the dragon's shit. Wes took his paw and gave it a squeeze. They leaned closer and closer.  "I love you, even when I'm-." He just missed his lips as the force of swallowing pulled him down and out of sight in less than a second.

Wes scurried forward. The wiggling bulge moved down the dragon's neck and into his gut. Wes followed it with his paws, hugging the outside of the dragon as best he could. It's real, he kept having to remind himself. It made him shake. His cock brushed up against the dragon's scales and he came. Doubled over in pleasure, he shook and hugged the dragon's stomach from the outside. The wriggling and muffled moans from inside were him.  His boyfriend. He wouldn't leave him until they were together again.

The dragon shook with deep guttural laughs. "That's the gayest shit ever." He said. "Ya, hug my belly, mmm and rub it, that's it. Help him turn to shit, just lean a bit left, ya."

Wes let himself be guided by the dragon's paw. He felt the tip of the dragon's huge monster of a cock poke at his tail hole.  The dragon's thick clawed hand wrapped around the otter chest. "I'm gonna fuck that shit out of you." He said pushing the otter down till he could feel the cock slide down and lock in as his tailhole clenched behind the cocks ridged head.

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Rough fucking while he felt the last moans and noises of Dez sent him into overdrive. He took the dragon's cock deeper than anything else he had ever taken. He didn't feel any pain, just numbness and insatiable need.  Things got messy, not that that was a problem for either of them.  His cock went from slightly brown to coated in nasty twice digested rabbit when the dragon's lunch had gone through the otter in no time.   It was an odd experience, cringing at the smell of his own poop.  It didn't bother him most of the time, but this was a unique combo with the shit he gorged on before that somehow met him gag hard.  

By the time Rex's belly stopped gurgling, Wes' ass was sore beyond belief. He knew he would have been gaping and leaking out if Rex's dragon knot wasn't tightly in him.  He was a bit out of it and the dragon just held him to his belly as he went about the room.  The knot yanked out of him hard.  He felt a wave of burning pain as his ass was stretched and gaped.  Not even a moment later, the stretching got worse. It burned as it stretched more.  Unlike the knot coming it, this push in felt hard and cold.  The burning wasn't going away.  It took a moment for him to realize why.  That wasn't burning, something was freezing cold!  

Wes yelled out. Whatever it was, it was hard enough to stay firmly in place, wider than the dragon's knot had been and hurt with heat or cold, he couldn't tell. "What, what's going on?" Wes said frantically. 

The dragon grinned. All those sharp teeth looked back. "Breakfast thinks he needs answers, how cute." Wes blushed and tried to cover his face. The dragon gave a deep chuckle.  "I'm done with your ass, so you are too. I blocked it with a frozen melon, should hold up until you're here." He slapped his stomach, his beautiful belly, not even any bigger than when the two otters had arrived.   "Solid, wont mess up my shit and will keep your breakfast," He rubbed his belly the way Wes had been. "Inside of you when I shit down your throat so hard it hurts."

Wes gulped. His tailhole burned and his cock throbbed. "My…ass." The finality of it was exhilarating. He reached around for his hole.  It was held open and he could stick his paws a few inches into himself before he felt the sphere lodged inside him. The melon felt like it was crushing his prostate.  He collapsed.  Bowing, every part of him pleading. "I can't wait! Please, can I… Could you make me worship your ass now too? I uh, kind of have a crush on it." His face was red and burned almost as much as the melon inside of him.

"Ya, sure." He said with a shrug.  The dragon grabbed the otter by his headfur and plopped him at the end of a bench. The dragon got on and put his legs up on a bar and wide apart.  It gave Wes the perfect view.  His ass spread wide, brown smudges, and a cock covered in shit hanging down.  "But it better be spotless."

Wes felt that pressure on his prostate building.  This was perfect.  He inched towards, not sure where to start when one of the dragon's feet spread the process along, leaving the bar to shove him face first into the shitty crack right below the dragon's sweaty scaly balls.

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Through the night, Wes clung to the dragon's stomach. He worshiped and loved every gurgle, every noise from within. The last of Dez remaining. 

Just before morning the dragon's tail shifted. A wet sounding fart escaped his ass. The first smell of his boyfriend's new form. His cock stood at attention. More gurgles came more and more frequently as the dragon slept.  It was peaceful, and Wes was about to drift off to sleep when the dragon gripped him tightly.  It took his breath away as he was squeezed against that belly. "Breakfast.  First yours, then mine?" The dragon's voice boomed.

A muffled agreement noise was all he could manage. Having had hours to process the fate of his partner, the complicated mix of emotions he felt didn't stop him from. None of them changed how much he wanted this. Today was going to be short but intense. Then they would be together again, on the same side of Rex's belly. His heart beat hard. It was beating for two.

Before he knew it, there he was, under the rim seat.  Under Rex.  Those cheeks pulled apart so he could look into the brown messy hole clearly. It was Dez. His boyfriend was here helping him through this perfect hell. His cock stood at attention. Wes's mind raced, all the events leading up to now flooded through him as he looked up in awe of the musky shitty ass above him. This was it. The end. He was ready.

Slowly, he lifted himself to the ass and licked the dirty sweaty shitty surface. He cried tears of joy. He tasted a bit of Dez. He believed he did at least.

Right in his face, the dragon spluttered a big wet fart. Shit splattered across the otter. Only then, the rumbles came. He felt it deep in the dragon's hole, getting closer. Right at the end of his muzzle, it crowned. A log, the first of Dez's new form, cracked as the tip slid out of the muscular tailhole. Was he ready for it? He had to be. He wasn't sure.  Fear filled him and he fell back to the ground.  No, there was a hand beneath him.

The scaled hand gently at first caressed the back of his head, forcing him back up. Fingers fumbled across his face feeling for his maw, opening it, wider, sticking a finger in to keep it that way. With a sudden jerk his open maw pressed against the dragon's hole. The tiny bit sticking out was nothing. A huge continuous log of scat pushed hard out of the dragon and into the otter's maw directly. Wes's eyes went wide. It could have been the best thing in the world and he still would have gaged as the flow of it just overwhelmed him.  

It was foulis stomach wanted to heave it all out, but there was nothing as special as he wished for.  The foul shit could have been made from anyone. It didn't taste better or worse, or even that different from yesterday's shit. Bones poked weirdly throughout. Under the pressure from above, his throat consumed it all. All of it passed over his tongue and he adjusted to it. Bones and all, he accepted, forcing their way inside the otter and bones whole down his maw to make way for more scat to follow.  His stomach and cock felt like they were going to explode.

The log finally ended, but the paw didn't retract. He saw the dragon piss out if he looked down far enough.  It went everywhere, Rex didn't seem to care where it landed.  With the piss, his maw felt another log of softer shit fill his maw. With his stomach full, his lower guts gurgled. Shit was forced somewhere in him to make way for the rest of the onslaught.  He wanted to throw it all back up, but it just kept coming.

His bladder failed.  Pissing felt great.  Like cumming but it just kept going. He was vaguely aware that this was probably his last and that this was caused by how full he was, but he didn't care anymore.  Something else failed and cum joined the piss shooting out of him painfully.  That melon in him hit him hard.  He wasn't trying to push it out but it felt like it was trying to pull the biggest knot out of him ever. It couldn't hold for long.

A grunt of exertion accompanied the appearance of a small third log, and finally the dragon released his hold. The third log landed on the otter's messy face. In it was a skull. The skull of an otter. With a mouth and throat full of shit, he couldn't do much, but shakily fish out the skull and hold the last bit of his boyfriend that was at all recognizable. If he didn't know it was Dez's, he wasn't sure he would have recognized the species. He always assumed that he would know Dez when he saw him, and he did but barely.  Wes tried to swallow, he couldn't.  Shit clogged his throat and maw.  Through labored breaths, he was still alive.  Still here to hold his lover's skull close to him.  It must be time.

Rex forced as much of the third turd down his clogged throat and wiped the rest on his fur.   He chucked and shook his head when he saw how Wes held the skull. "So fucken gay." He said, and opened his mouth with its sharp teeth. The teeth barely grazed them as Wes went head first.  The maw, warm and slick, went so fast.  He held onto the skull, wrapping himself around it, as much as he could as the fleshy darkness at the back of the dragon's maw consumed them whole.

Squeezed and pushed down.  Down in darkness and a head rush of emotions.  Squeezing into a small chamber, it expanded to hold them. The melon bathplug broke.  In the dark confines of the dragon's stomach, Wes felt like he was taking the best shit of his life.  The pool of otter or dragon dung, otter depending on how you think about it, mixed with the stomach juices, creating a bath.  One that would be his last.

Wes swallowed, now with a bit of space to put all the shit in his mouth. "Hey Dez." He said addressing the skull mostly although he was aware how much of him and the pool was also his boyfriend. "I'm so excited to join you. But you're so full of shit…" He brought the skull down to his crotch and pushed his hard dick into it. He could feel the mush inside be displaced and ooze out.  "That I'm gonna have to fuck the shit out of your brains."

Rex rubbed his belly, caressing the wiggling and appreciative otter inside. Wes enjoyed every second he was alive inside there. He never would find out if his shit was blog worthy or if he was destined to be somebody else's meal. It didn't matter any more.  He would be shit like his boyfriend by then. It was everything he wanted to be.