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The mottled brown of autumn leaves disguised Karstch as he crouched among the fall foliage, hidden from the eyes of all but the most observant of prey. And the black and red dragon washing himself in the small lake in front of the large gryphon appeared to be anything but vigilant. A slow predatory grin spread across his beak as he surveyed the area, noting the crisp, clear waterfall cascading into the pool, its waters pristine enough to see the lake bed. The bathing dragon likewise shone with an almost brilliant lustre, his jet black scales, accented by streaks of bright crimson, gleaming with the light reflected from the water's surface. Karstch chuckled to himself. The drake could scarcely foresee how filthy he was about to get.

A squirming in the gryphon's ass distracted him momentarily, and he took a moment to enjoy the feeling of tiny hands pressing helplessly against his anal walls before he clenched down hard, his bowels contracting and packing the knight trapped within them in dense, foul dung. Karstch had caught the little bipedal lizard attempting to put a lance in him as he napped. Unfortunately for the knight, his lance had shattered against the gryphon's leg. Stripped of his armaments, he was no match for the large beast, who had merely snatched him up, peeled all his armor off with one claw like a can opener, and unceremoniously plunged the screaming reptile head-first into his anus, shoving hard until even his feet disappeared beyond the strong, squeezing pucker. How unfortunate for the lizard, then, that Karstch had discovered the bathing dragon in the lake. What would have been a swift, quick death in the gryphon's beak after being shat out had become hours of torment, constantly packed and repacked with the half-lion's foul shit, the muddy substance invading his mouth and nostrils, forcing his watering eyes shut, as the gryphon made plans for his new prey.

Making sure the dragon's back was turned, Karstch crept out from his cover, his feather and fur only slightly rustling the foliage as he padded quietly towards the top of the waterfall. Despite his bulky size, the gryphon was an excellent hunter, and well-used to stalking his playtoys and meals. After a few moments, he stood at the top of the small cascade of water, out of sight unless the black drake happened to look directly up at him. He noted that the wind had shifted, blowing up the stream and carrying the dragon's clean, fresh scent to him while preventing the bathing drake from smelling his own stench. Karstch smiled. Perfect. Stepping slowly into the stream, Karstch made sure he had a good view of his victim before relaxing his bladder. The large gryphon half-lidded his eyes as the feeling of relief surged through his lower body; he always stalled for as long as possible before emptying his bladder and bowels, in case he discovered a plaything to use their contents on. His sheath swelled as his cock pressed slightly, the tip pushing out of its furry housing before gushing a thick, deep gold stream of urine straight into the sparkling water. The effect was immediate, a thick dark yellow stain spreading out from the point of contact, washed quickly downwards by the waterfall and directly into the dragon's bathing pool. Karstch sighed and groaned softly in relief as he continued to empty his very full bladder, keeping an eye on his prey, even as he enjoyed the feeling of pissing in someone's bathwater.

The smell must have hit first, because the dragon suddenly raised his muzzle out of where he'd been washing it on the surface of the water, sniffing almost curiously at the air before wrinkling his nose in disgust and looking around for the source of the stench. Karstch knew the scent of his piss was almost overwhelmingly foul, even when diluted by the crystal clear waters of the stream, which were quickly turning deep gold past the point where his urine sprayed into the water. It was only made more potent by the concentration it had experienced in his bladder, being held in for almost days, at times. The gryphon could see the color seeping through the pool as it spread out from the base of the falls, slowly turning the dragon's bathing pool yellow. Its temperature rose, the once cool crisp water warming with the heat of Karstch's piss. At this point the drake must have realized he was getting more dirty than clean, and all the effort he'd taken to shine his inky scales was now for nothing as he was soaked from the neck down with a coating of stinking golden liquid. As the distressed dragon started making his way to shore, Karstch chose that moment to make his presence known.

"Leaving so soon? But you were just starting to smell so wonderfully foul," the gryphon rumbled with a chuckle. The dragon's head snapped around at the sound, finally looking up to see the larger beast grinning at him. His eyes followed a line from the gryphon's smiling beak down his white-feathered chest, across his leonine back, before finally settling on the sheath beween his hind legs where the pink tip of his cock was still geysering out a steady, thick stream of urine. The waterfall and pool continued to darken in color as the beast's hind paws choked the flow of water behind him, only a trickle of water making it through to mix with the gryphon's piss. As the dragon watched with disbelief, Karstch let out a loud, relieved sigh as he finished, the last few drops of deep gold dripping down into the flow, which quickly slowed to a crawl, his feet still blocking the flow of fresh water.

"Argh, gross!" The drake cried as he finally overcame the initial shock of watching the gryphon urinate into his bathwater, splashing towards the shore with even more urgency than he had before. But dragons were not meant to move quickly in liquids, and in a moment, Karstch had swooped down from atop the waterfall and landed heavily on his target's back, his heavier body weight shoving the hapless dragon under the surface, leaving only his head desperately gasping above the foul pool.

"That's no way to introduce yourself," Karstch taunted, voice slightly mocking, tinged with lust. "Here, let me go first. I'm Karstch. What's your name, prey?"

"I'm not prey! And my name is Deihnyx," the dragon protested, flailing a little with his forelimbs. "Let me go!"

"Deihnyx. What a pretty name for a pretty dragon. You're going to make the perfect filth companion for me, ha!" Karstch growled with lustful anticipation.

"W-what?" Deihynx's eyes widened as he shook his head vehemently. "No! Whatever that is, I won't!" As the warmth of the piss-stained pool soaked into his scales, his voice raised to a plaintive whine, "Eew, this is disgusting! Please let me get out and clean myself..."

"Oh, I don't think you'll be getting clean for quite a long time, Deihynx," Karstch replied, "In fact, when I'm done with you, I don't think you'll want to get clean at all!

"Unless..." the gryphon suddenly raised one razor-sharp foreclaw to the thrashing dragon's throat. Deihynx suddenly decided it would be wise to say very, very still. "You would prefer I gut you here and now. You're lucky you're such a beautiful little drake, or you'd be nothing more than shit in my guts right now. That's still an option, though..."

The small dragon shook his head slowly, taking care not to cut himself on Karstch's claw. The gryphon smiled mockingly, "Didn't think so."

"I'm going to get off of you, but don't think for a moment about running," Karstch warned with a growl, "I'm bigger and faster than you, and when I catch you, you're going to wish I'd just killed you instead. So stay put."

Apparently sufficiently cowed, Deihynx bowed his head, ceasing his struggles. Satisfied that he'd gotten the smaller dragon to behave for the moment, the gryphon unmounted him, splashing down into the lake. It was only now once the two were side by side that the difference in size was emphasized, with Karstch standing a full head and shoulders on all fours above his prey. The large half-lion didn't seem to mind that he was standing in a pool of his own piss, looking down at his captive.

He was only mildly surprised when the dragon turned around and attempted to bite him firmly in the neck, snarling as he jumped out of the water and lunging at the gryphon's feathered neck. Turning sideways, Karstch lashed out with a hindleg, catching him solidly in the stomach with the leonine sole of his foot. The dragon flew backwards out of the pond into the grass, struggling to rise from the impact. Karstch didn't give him the chance. In an instant, the gryphon was on him again, pinning him to the floor and closing his beak on the back of the dragon's neck, just barely rasping through the scales and letting the drake feel its sharpness.

"I'm taking you back to my aerie. You're going to follow me, and if I see you straying off course, I'll shred your wings. Got it?" He growled slowly. Deihynx let out a soft whine and nodded, and Karstch let go.

"But before that, I'm thirsty. I think I'll have a drink before we go." Deliberately, the gryphon bent down and took a large mouthful of his own piss, letting the dragon see his throat bulge as he swallowed the briny liquid.

"Eeyuck..." Deihynx gagged with a shudder of disgust, turning away from the raunchy sight. But Karstch didn't give him a choice, reaching up with one taloned forepaw to turn the dragon's muzzle back towards him before belching messily in his face, filling the young drake's nostrils with a putrid mix of piss and stomach gasses. The gryphon watched with barely-suppressed glee as the dragon gagged and retched, trying not to lose his last meal.

"Don't fall too far behind now," Karstch taunted as he took off with a splash, showering Deihynx with more of his foul urine as he beat his wings powerfully, surging into the sky. Reluctantly, the drake followed after him, trying to keep thoughts of tattered wing-sails out of his mind.

It turned out the gryphon's 'aerie' was actually an offshoot of a building in the sky, the levitating structure a marvel of magitechnical engineering, specifically designed to keep most ground-bound life out. It wasn't far from the lake, and it wasn't long before the pair were landing on the ledge that extended outwards from the door of the building. Karstch caught Deihynx glancing longingly at some of the clean pools of water passing beneath them a few times along the way, but perhaps the fear of losing his ability to fly had cowed the smaller dragon into submission, at least for the short time it took them to fly to his home. The gryphon took the time to make sure his little knight captive was still alive and squirming inside of him. While his bowels were foul, filled with the stench of his dung, they were anything but restrictive to a being of the lizard's diminutive size, and air was air, regardless of quality, even if the biped had to breathe flatulence filtered through nostrils packed with shit.

Karstch made sure the dragon landed ahead of him, tailing the younger drake closely and driving him into the lobby of his home with his presence behind. Casually, he sidled up slightly closer, growling, "Now listen up, because I've got some things to prepare, and I don't want you running off..."

"Wha-" The dragon never got to finish his question. As he turned around to face his captor, he took a solid punch to the face from the gryphon, jaw cracking as Karstch landed a haymaker that sent him sprawling across the plush carpet of the entryway.

"Heh heh, sweet dreams, future shitslave," he said with a laugh, taking ahold of the black drake's tail and dragging him deeper into his home.

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"Rise and shine, my little filthslut!" Karstch growled with a laugh as he bore down on his bowels. The large volume of flatulence he'd been holding in since he awoke rumbled through his bowels and blasted wetly out against Deihynx's muzzle, above which the gryphon had squatted down and positioned his ass. Bits of dried dung splattered against the dragon's face as he spluttered awake, his nostrils immediately flaring at the rancid stench forced into them, naris slits saturated with the half-lion's gas. The drake retched and bent over, the taste of bile in his mouth as the events of his capture the day before rushed through his head, the red-streaked dragon backpedaling against a nearby wall, coughing and hacking, his eyes watering from the stench.

"I thought we'd start the morning off right," the gryphon said with a laugh, backing up casually, trapping the dragon with his back against the wall before bearing down heavily again. Another blast of fetid gas erupted wetly from his bowels with a wet "PFRRNNT!", the flatulence forced directly up the nostrils of the black drake, whose muzzle was caught between Karstch's leonine ass-cheeks. The large half-eagle could hear the smaller dragon gagging behind him, eliciting another raucous laugh from his beak. "It wouldn't be a proper start to the day for my new filthslut if he didn't wake with the smell of my farts in his nose!"

"Euugh...that's so rancid..." Deihnyx whined, trying to squirm backwards away from the gryphon, but his captor had his head thoroughly stuck between the wall and his posterior, face sandwiched between Karstch's leonine ass-cheeks. "P-please stop it...I-I think I'm going to be si-" PFRRRGNT! The black dragon didn't get a chance to finish his plea before a third wave of putrid air thundered out of the large half-lion's ass, sending him into another gagging fit. Finally, the gryphon deigned to step forward, letting the smaller drake collapse to the floor, retching from the foul smell thoroughly embedded in his naris slits.

"Better get used to that smell, little shitslave, because you're going to be breathing it like air from now on, heh heh," Karstch said with a snicker, his aquiline beak grinning at the drake's discomfort. The dragon couldn't reply, his eyes watering, forepaws clapped over his nose as if that would alleviate the odor. The gryphon took the moment to push open a door into the adjoining hallway. He'd left the little red-streaked dragon on the floor of his living room after carrying the unconscious drake in from the entryway, but he had an entirely different place he planned for his captive to spend his days.

"Follow," Karstch growled demandingly as he saw Deihnyx woozily stand up. He didn't wait for an answer, padding down the hallway, his footsteps thumping heavily on the hardwood floor. To his satisfaction, after a moment, he heard the lighter steps of the dragon start up behind him. The gryphon led his new toy past doors on either side of the hallway. Everything in his home had been sized for him, and it was all just slightly too large for the black-scaled drake to use comfortably, were he to try. The decor had an almost Gothic Medieval flair to it, with wrought-iron lamp holders and stone statues of gryphons sitting proudly at either end of the hallway. The doors were wood bound with black iron, heavy enough so that only a creature of Karstch's size and strength could easily push them open. He didn't stop until he reached the door at the far end of the hallway, pressing an eagle-taloned forepaw against the heavy slabs of wood and easily shoving it open.

The stench greeted them first. While Karstch seemed unfazed by the malodorous wave of air that rolled out of the room, Deihnyx visibly staggered at the smell, the dark-scaled dragon having to retreat slightly after trying to walk up next to his gryphon captor, trying to control his rising gorge. "After you," Karstch said with a snicker, watching his draconic captive's reaction with cruel amusement. The smaller dragon appeared to steel himself, turning his head to take a deep breath of the air behind him before walking unsteadily into the room, the gryphon following soon after. Their footfalls faded into muted thuds as hardwood gave way to thick plush carpet at the threshold of the room, and the quiet clunk of the door closing didn't echo as Karstch closed the door behind himself.

"Alright, listen up, shitslut, heh. I've got some rules for you if you want to stay as anything more than a meal digesting in my guts, and I figured the dungeon was a good way of introducing you to your new life," the gryphon growled, smiling slowly as the dragon took in the state of the room, enjoying the way the little drake's eyes grew wider and wider. Unlike the clean, well-kept state of the other chambers in Karstch's home, this one was a mess, in the very literal sense of the word. Although a variety of cabinets, closets, and drawers sat around the edges, the room was dominated by a massive circular bed in the center, large enough for a creature of the gryphon's size to sprawl across comfortably, draped with comfortable-looking sheets and filled with plush pillows. But the entire arrangement was incredibly filthy, obviously a main contributor to the funk saturating the room. The once-white sheets and pillow cases were stained a variety of colors, mostly differing shades of brown and sickly dirty green, with deep gold splashes of piss dried in rivulets across the fabric. Chunks of what was obviously dried shit caked the bed at regular intervals, and thick globs of dried cum streaked across the dirty landscape. While the bed seemed to have bore the brunt of the filthy activities transpiring in the room, the carpet had not escaped their depravity. Once a purposefully-light shade of beige, it too was stained and splattered, no inch of it spared from the gryphon's raunchy desires. The other prominent item in the room was a massive glass tank set near a corner. It appeared to be an aquarium meant to hold the larger variety of fish, although it didn't appear to be connected to any water pumping system. Indeed, it seemed to be completely sealed off. The entire rectangular tank was filled almost to the brim with deep yellow urine, leaving only a small gap between the surface of the liquid and the lid of the tank. Karstch enjoyed the way Deihnyx's eyes bulged as he tried to make out the purpose of the tank before spying the second dragon floating in the musky fluid. This one was of the furred variety, although currently all of his normally glossy fluffy coat was completely saturated with stinking gryphonic piss. The dragon's buoyancy was enough to keep him afloat, although he paddled occasionally to raise his muzzle above the surface to take a musk-laden breath of air.

"I see you've noticed one of your playmates. Maybe I'll let the two of you get acquainted with each other later," Karstch said with a laugh. He strode over to the far wall, thumping an avian fist against it in three quick knocks. After a moment, the whirring of a mechanical dumbwaiter sounded briefly through the thick paneling before the gryphon slid open a square window, the section subtly disguised as just another part of the wall. Another type of smell entirely filled the room as he did this, tantalizing and savory. The gryphon smirked as he caught Deihnyx's mouth watering before the dragon stopped himself and swallowed. Reaching in, he retrieved a large haunch of meat set atop a broad silver plate, drizzled in warm sauce and surrounded by a thick helping of herb-dusted potatoes. He carried the meal over to the bed and sprawled casually across it, taking a large bite out of the leg of meat and grinning as he watched Deihnyx stare at the hefty meal, the black drake's stomach growling audibly.

"Hungry?" Karstch asked lazily, "I had the cooks in the night club I own pull double duty to feed their boss. Keeps me sated, and keeps them alive, heh. Sorry, they only made enough for one, but don't worry. I'll be feeding you plenty later."

By now, the flavors in the room had started to mix, and the initially tempting fragrance of the roasted meat was being slowly putrefied by the pervasive stench in the air. Somehow, it was even worse than just the stink of the room alone, and Deihnyx found himself gagging again, unable to look at the bed. "That's disgusting," he muttered, "How can you even eat when it smells like this...?"

"When I'm done with you, that will be the least of your concerns," the gryphon answered with a snicker, pausing his meal to reach down over the side of the bed and scoop up a weighty black object. He held it up so his captive dragon could see it clearly, "First things first. If I don't have my cock stuffed into that tight hole of yours, you'll be wearing this."

He laughed at the drake's reaction, which went from curiosity, to revulsion, to recoil in the span of a few seconds. The heavy silicone object was very obviously a buttplug, but one designed for creatures of Karstch's size, not the red-streaked dragon that was not even two-thirds his size. Even fitting the bulbous plug inside of him would be a challenge, not to mention its state of cleanliness, or lack thereof. The toy had obviously been used recently, and had never been cleaned, bits of dried dung still smeared in muddy streaks over the glossy black surface and clumped around the base, stained here and there with splashes of old cum.

"Th...there's no way that will fit..." Deihnyx whined softly. The true extent of his predicament had started to dawn on him as he realized that what he'd endured before was nothing compared to what was to come. He'd gotten off easy so far; the gryphon obviously had much more depraved plans for him.

"Heh, don't fret, my cock will make that seem like child's play after the first time I'm done pounding that tight little dragon ass," Karstch replied lustfully, his sheathe already swelling, growing thicker above his weighty balls. To say the gryphon was well-endowed would be an understatement; his sheathe itself was already as thick around as the smaller dragon's leg, and the head of the cock slowly pushing out of it was even wider, stretching and swelling its furry housing as it emerged.

"Second rule," he continued, casually tossing the buttplug onto the bed where it sank into the plush mattress with its weight, creating a new brown stain where the dirty silicone met sheets, "As my filth companion, you're going to have to learn certain cues."

The gryphon snapped his fingers once, the sound loud in the room and causing Deihnyx to flinch. Karstch followed the snap by arching his index claw backwards, pointing it up like a curved tail. "That means you stop whatever you're doing and raise tail for me, because I feel like filling that scaly ass of yours."

He snapped his fingers again, this time moving his forepaw to point at his posterior. "I think you can guess what this means, but I'll make it clear for you. My finger points behind me, you shove that muzzle under my tail and bury your nose in my ass until I'm done with you, got it?"

Taking the dragon's silence for assent and ignoring his obvious expression of revulsion, Karstch kept talking. "Last, you'll see there are no toilets in my home. That's because filthslaves like you aren't allowed to relieve themselves unless I let them, or when I'm pounding them in the ass. And I sure as hell don't plan on using any toilets, not when there's always a perfectly good mouth around to feed or ass to fill, ha!"

The idea that this wasn't just a one-time occurrence, and that Karstch actually structured his life around these filthy practices, finally seemed to sink in with the gryphon's last few statements. Deihnyx looked away from the large half-eagle as he continued to take solid bites out of his meal, the dragon's face screwed up in a sickened expression, his normally black scales almost turning green with nausea.

"You're sick," the drake muttered with a repulsed whine, trying to back up out of the room, but finding his way blocked by the solid mahogany door behind him, heavy and immovable.

"Never said I wasn't!" Karstch laughed, finishing the last bite of his meal and belching loudly in the dragon's direction, the rancid odor of stomach acid and digesting food wafting over his captive, making him cringe at the smell.

The gryphon used a few moments to send the empty plate with the remains of his meal back up the dumbwaiter. He took his time, his attitude unconcerned with any action his draconic prisoner might choose to make while his back was turned. Finally, the feathered, furred beast turned back towards his new toy, sitting down at the edge of the bed, compressing the mattress beneath his heavy weight.

"Those are your basic rules," he growled as he leaned forward slightly to regard the smaller dragon with a lustful expression in his azure eyes, "Any questions?"

For the first time, the drake's own blue eyes looked directly into the gryphon's, a combination of disgust, desperation, and defiance in them. "Why are you doing this to me?" he finally managed, voice slightly weak.

This elicited a loud laugh from the gryphon, the raucous rumbling mirth filling the room. "What kind of a question is that? Because I want to. Because I'm larger and stronger than you. Because turning pretty dragons like you into my personal filthsluts makes me hard. Take your pick!

"Now," he continued, eyes roaming over Deihnyx's body hungrily, "Let's see if you remember any of the commands I taught you."

Karstch snapped his fingers firmly, eagle talons roughly rasping over each other before he bent his index talon backwards, giving the black-scaled drake an expectant look. Deihnyx stayed put, his back pressed against the door, the hint of a snarl on his face. An amused expression flashed across the gryphon's face.

"You know," he growled, "the rules are partly to make it easier for you."

With a sudden burst of speed, the beast surged off the bed, barreling towards the dragon almost too fast for someone of his size, leonine hindpaws driving him forward to pin Deihnyx against the door. The startled drake flailed in Karstch's grip, unable to move more than a few limbs against the gryphon's bulk. "Did you really think that I wouldn't be able to take what I wanted, whenever I wanted?"

Turning, he grabbed the smaller dragon with both forepaws and tossed him roughly onto the bed, the drake skidding forward on his face as he landed, sliding through the stains and dried excrement. It took a few seconds for the him to recover and for the stench to punch through his dazed state, but by the time he'd started to push off in disgust, the gryphon was already upon him. The heavy, warm bulk of his captor pressed down over his back, forcing his face back into the filthy mattress as Karstch rumbled lustfully behind him, reaching down and roughly yanking Deihnyx's tail upwards.

"My, what a nice, tight little ass you have. A shame I'm about to completely ruin it," the half-eagle crooned, white feathers mantling slightly in anticipation. His cock was fully out of his sheathe, hard and throbbing, thick, clear pre leaking out its tip, drooling down against the dragon's tailbase, oozing slowly down around his pucker, causing him to shudder at its disgusting wet warmth. Karstch let his heavy, tapered cockhead thud firmly down against Deihnyx's tight little anal ring, the drake's entrance seeming almost ridiculously small against the fleshy pink girth of the gryphon's phallus.

The dragon whimpered at the feeling of weight against his tailvent. "Please..." Is all he managed to get out before Karstch braced his strong leonine legs against the bed and shoved his cockhead into the drake's ass.

"Arrgh!" The gasping cry of pain was forced from Deihnyx's throat as he felt himself stretched wide around his captor's shaft, mixing with the louder, growling moan of pleasure from the beast above him.

"S-stop! You're too big!" He whimpered as Karstch continued to sink his thick meat into the dragon's pucker, inch after inch inexorably pushing past his anal ring, brutally ironing out any resistance it might have offered, the gryphon's pre only barely sufficient as lube.

"Such a tight little fucktoy!" Karstch crowed, his weight shoving his captive's face against the dirty mattress. The dragon's ass felt so tight around his cock, sending heavy pulses of pleasure up his crotch every time the little drake tried to clench with resistance. The gryphon continued to shove his hips forward, not stopping until his entire length was buried inside of the red-streaked dragon.

Deihnyx had lost the ability to form verbal protests at this point, the pain and stretching in his ass combined with the overwhelming scent of the mattress reducing him to groans and whimpers. The gryphon's scent, lightly pervasive through the entirety of his home, was concentrated to an almost intoxicating degree on the mattress, the musky scent rubbed into the filthy sheets through repeated hard use without washing. It mixed with the putrid smells of old piss, shit, and cum to create a revolting aroma that invaded the dragon's nostrils, making his stomach churn and his gorge rise.

Karstch enjoyed the moans and cries of the dragon under him almost as much as he enjoyed the warm, tight ass wrapped around his cock. The gryphon gave his partner no time to adjust to his size before pulling his hips back, using his avian forepaws to pin the drake's forelegs to the mattress as his cock pulled almost all the way out, barbs dragging against the smaller dragon's guts. With one heavy thrust of his hips, he sank himself all the way back in again, roaring with pleasure as the motion caused Deihnyx to squeeze hard, clenching around his length. The gryphon settled into a slow, pounding rhythm, withdrawing almost all the way before ramming the whole length of his meat back into the dragon's tailpipe. He grunted and growled as he plowed his playtoy into the bed, pleasure causing his cock to throb and flex with every forward pump of his hips.

With every stroke, his cock shoved against Deihnyx's prostate, its repeated abuse causing the dragon's own member to involuntarily press out of its housing. "Heh, I knew a little slut like you would enjoy getting his ass pounded," Karstch taunted with a mocking laugh, picking up the pace. His hips smacked heavily against his victim's ass, the sound loud in the room, blending with the dragon's cries and the gryphon's moans and creating a lewd cacophony that echoed off the walls.

As the half-eagle neared climax, his knot swelled out of his sheathe, the large bulge of flesh punching brutally against Deinhyx's anal ring as his captor's cock reamed him out. Karstch's thrusts became short and deep, keeping most of his length inside of the black-scaled drake, barbs rubbing roughly back and forth inside the dragon's guts as he tried to force his knot past the tight hole resisting its entry, grinding its bulk heavily downwards every time he thrust forward.

But pleasure soon drowned out the desire to ruin his playtoy's pucker, and with a few more hard, pounding bucks of his hips and a roar that shook the chamber, the gryphon planted both forepaws atop Deihnyx's head, shoving the dragon's face deep into the dirty sheets before his cock erupted with hot, sticky cum, gallons of the thick white goop flooding his victim's bowels, filling them to the brim and stretching their capacity. Deinhyx's belly bulged out with the volume being pumped into him, the dragon's cries becoming shocked gasps that wheezed out in time with the spurts of gryphonic spunk.

As the gryphon's minutes-long climax waned off its peak, he casually pulled his hips back, forcing a whine from the dragon under him as the barbs on his shaft scraped the drake's sensitive anal ring. The half-lion's cock pulled free with a loud, wet "schlorp," the last few spurts of cum painting Deihnyx's asscheeks as Karstch flexed his meat. He took a look at the dragon's anus, eagle eyes half-lidding in satisfaction at the state of its gape, rubbed slightly red and raw in some places, unable to return to its previous tightness for the moment. Oozes of thick warm seed leaked out of the stretched hole, trailing down the drake's taint before dripping onto the sheets, leaving tendrils that stretched upwards to his posterior.

"Now there's a properly wrecked hole. It looks good on you," Karstch crooned with a chuckle. "Have to make sure you don't leak like a faucet, though, heh."

Reaching over the bed, the gryphon easily scooped up the dirty plug. It took a moment for Deihnyx to register what it was, but when he saw his captor reach for his ass, he whined and attempted to squirm away, unable to do much more than writhe in his current state. The massive silicone toy somehow looked even larger and filthier than it had before. That didn't stop Karstch from yanking the black dragon's tail up with one hand and roughly shoving the rounded head of the buttplug against his gaping pucker, eliciting a whining sob from the drake as his tailhole wasn't allowed to close or even recover, immediately being stretched again by the mass being sunk into him. He shuddered with disgust at the feeling of the plug churning up the cum his captor had pumped into him, the fluid mixing with the dried excrement on the toy to make a disgusting slop that he could feel scraping off against his tailring and anal walls. The gryphon kept steady pressure with his palm against the base of the toy, pushing until he felt the narrower base seal the thick plug inside the drake's ass. A small sighing groan escaped Deihnyx's lips as the silicone finally passed its widest point, allowing his sphincter to somewhat close back around it, granting him the barest of relief.

"Told you I'd make it fit, and now you're nice and plugged like a good little ass-slave. Hm...I've got a few more things for you to wear. Don't go anywhere," Karstch said, laughing at his joke, giving the base of the buttplug a final slap with his forepaw, the impact sending the thick toy deeper and drawing a yelping whine from the subdued dragon.

The big gryphon rolled off the bed, paws thumping heavily in the carpet as he padded over to a nearby cabinet, pulling the doors open and considering its contents thoughtfully. After a moment, he reached in and pulled out two items, closing the cabinet with his leonine tail as he turned around and walked back to the bed. He set the items down in front of Deihnyx, taking the first and holding it up for him to see. The thick black leather of the collar had a dim shine to it beneath the warm light of the room, the buckle at the back fitted with a sturdy lock. A heavy silver ring hung from the front, right above an engraved plate that read "FILTHTOY" in bold capital letters. The black-scaled drake read the words with growing disbelief, shaking his head violently.

"I won't wear that! That's so degrading..." he protested, trying to squirm backwards away from the collar.

"Ha! What's degrading is being a pile of shit being squeezed out of my ass after I've digested you. Is that what you want?" Karstch asked menacingly, yawning his beak wide to give the smaller dragon a glimpse of his gullet, slick and deep crimson. His breath carried the stench of carrion, and his throat seemed to clench with anticipation.

"N-no..." Deihnyx whined, recoiling from the sight and trying to keep his muzzle away from the gryphon's gaping maw.

"Then you'll keep this on and not complain about it!" The gryphon growled, clapping the collar roughly around the dragon's neck and cinching it snug, snapping the lock closed at the back. "Looks good on you," he said with a lewd chuckle. "You should feel honored. I haven't found a pet worth collaring in a very long time."

Reaching back towards the bedsheets, he picked up the second object, a thick ring of solid gold etched with intricate runic designs. "You dragons are suckers for gold, right? Like to hoard it and lounge all over the stuff. Figured you'd like this one, then," the half-eagle said with a sneer. He didn't give the dragon a chance to respond, easily rolling Deihnyx over onto his back, forcing a cry of discomfort from the smaller drake as the girthy buttplug shifted inside of him. Reaching down with the ring, Karstch neatly slipped it over the dragon's crimson shaft, the dragon's cock invoulntarily hard from the constant press against his prostate from the silicone mass inside of him. The gryphon pushed the ring down until it hugged snugly around his new toy's dragonhood, drawing a shuddering moan of pleasure from the smaller dragon as the ring squeezed near the base of his shaft.

"See, that part wasn't so bad, was it?" the gryphon crooned with a laugh. "When I'm done with you, you'll love being my little filthslut.

"Now, you must be absolutely starving," he continued, grinning as he rolled over onto his back, spreading his leonine hindlegs comfortably as he gauged the dragon's reaction. A renewed squirming inside his bowels reminded him that his little lizard guest was still alive and kicking in there; the vigorous activity of the gryphon's sexual thrusts must have roused him from his stench-induced stupor. "You're in luck! Some idiot knight thought he was clever and tried to kill me while I was napping earlier today. I've got him stashed away; he was going to be a snack later, but I think you've earned a meal."

Karstch could see the smaller dragon visibly salivate at the thought of real food, and his grin widened. It certainly wouldn't be the meal his new pet expected. "That doesn't mean I'm not going to make you work for it," he growled demandingly, snapping his fingers loudly and pointing down at his brown-furred ass. His deep pink pucker, stained with old dung, flexed and clenched in anticipation. Deihnyx had to maneuver himself back upright to see what he was being ordered to do, every motion causing his own ass to try and clench, which made his cock throb against its ring. When he finally righted himself and followed the gryphon's pointing talon to his dirty tailhole, he recoiled, averting his eyes.

"I-I can't..." he whined quietly, trying to look anywhere except his captor's tailhole, "Please just let me eat..."

A menacing rumble filled Karstch's chest, the gryphon reaching forward faster than the red-streaked dragon could react, grabbing both his horns and roughly yanking his head forward. "You ungrateful little shit!" he snarled, "Good little shitslaves don't talk back to their owners."

He continued pulling forward on the Deihnyx's horns until he had the squirming drake's face buried in his crotch. The thick, musky scent of gryphon immediately flooded into the black dragon's nostrils as his muzzle rubbed up against his captor's sheathe. It was tinged with a slightly rancid saltiness, residue of old urine and fresh cum mixing with the smell of Karstch's body. Deihnyx could smell himself as well, the gryphon's cock having been smeared with the odor of his new slave's bowels as he fucked the smaller drake. The stench was overpowering, and the dragon coughed as he was denied fresh air, all of his intake filtered through Karstch's stinking crotch. With a low, demanding growl, the half-eagle shoved his toy's face lower, right against his taint where his large, furry balls rested over the collared drake's nostrils. The other smells were slowly replaced by pure gryphonic musk, the scent masculine and almost overpoweringly bestial.

"Smell that?" he chuckled, "That's the scent of your owner. Don't forget that. You wouldn't like what I do to little fucktoys who forget their place."

Taking a firm grip on the Deihnyx's horns with his talons, he shoved the black-scaled dragon's head lower, forcing the drake's muzzle between his leonine asscheeks and pulling it in against his dirty pucker. "Now be a good little ass-slave and lick me clean, or you won't be eating for a month!" the gryphon threatened.

The possibility of starvation seemed to motivate Deihnyx, as the dragon squirmed and made several tentative overtures with his tongue, each time just stopping shy of actually touching the filthy sphincter. As the rumbling of the gryphon above him grew more impatient, and he felt his tormentor's grip on his horns tighten, the black drake finally decided to try and get it over with as soon as possible. Screwing up his face and shutting his eyes tightly, he stuck out his tongue and gave a quick, light lick over Karstch's tailhole. Even that small amount of contact against the gryphon's anal flesh was enough to saturate his taste buds with the foul taste of his shit, bitter and thick. The approving growl of pleasure from above let him know he was at least doing something right. The dragon chanced opening his eyes, and to his dismay, saw that his effort had only served to moisten his captor's tailring, covering it with a slick glistening layer of draconic saliva. All of the dried excrement was still crusted to Karstch's pucker, even if it was now slightly damp.

"Rrff...That's a good start, but you're going to have to lick harder than that if you want to get any cleaning done," the gryphon said with a laugh.

"Urrgh...that's so disgusting..." Deihnyx groaned as he tried to pull back, but his captor's grip kept him still with his face firmly in between the half-lion's cheeks. Steeling himself, the black-scaled dragon shut his eyes again and pushed forward to give several long, firm licks across the gryphon's tailhole, trying his best not to gag at the awful flavor. Despite his attempts to stop thinking about what he was doing, it was impossible to ignore the feeling of the chunks of dried shit slowly moistening and scraping off onto his tongue, coating it with a muddy cake of excrement.

"Better work faster," Karstch warned mockingly, "I feel some nasty gas coming on." His gut gurgled, almost as if in agreement about its oncoming flatulence.

Whining, Deihnyx tried to force himself to speed up, telling himself that either way, the taste had already befouled his tongue, so he might as well lessen his exposure time to the awful flavor. The dragon dragged his tongue in fast swipes across the flexing gryphonic anus, trying to quell his rebelling gorge as he licked. Finally, he opened his eyes and saw a cleanly pink anal ring in front of him, pulling back his tongue and panting heavily, trying to get the taste of muddy shit out of his mouth, to no avail. The old dung congealed like a thick paste on his flesh wherever it touched, smearing streaks of brown across his maw.

"Okay," he whimpered, "I'm do-"

Deihnyx didn't get to finish as the gryphon spread his legs and let out a trumpeting wet fart directly into the dragon's face, pulling hard on his horns to shove the red-streaked drake's nose directly against his yawning pucker, blasting the rancid gas directly into his victim's naris slits. Letting out a loud, groaning sigh of relief, Karstch laughed at his slave's reaction, the dragon's lips curling up in disgust, nostrils flaring at the sudden intense stench.

"Guess you didn't quite finish in time, filthslut, heh. But since you did such a good job, you can have your dinner. I've been keeping him warm just for you!" He grunted, bearing down hard on his bowels.

"Wh-?" Deihnyx's initial look of confusion was quickly replaced with one of disgust as the gryphon's tailhole yawned open. It clenched and stretched, working rhythmically as its owner grunted again, finally pushing out a pair of legs, almost unrecognizable as such with the layer of shit packed over them. But as soon as they escaped the damp, fetid confines of Karstch's anus, they began kicking desperately, the trapped knight attempting to struggle free, even as he was squeezed slowly through the gryphon's sphincter. Muffled screaming could be heard from inside Karstch's colon as his powerful anal muscles clenched on the knight again and again, working him out like a tube of toothpaste. The lizard's tail and torso came next, followed by his arms, normally forest-green scales completely covered over by deep brown dung. Snickering lewdly at the sight of the knight hanging out of his tailhole, the half-lion clenched down firmly, catching his victim's head just inside his pucker. His bowels, already in motion from his exertions, gurgled in protest at this sudden stop to expulsion, and the bipedal reptile inside him only had time to give a small final scream before the massive load of shit being forced towards the gryphon's rectum piled over his face and buried his head in it, pressing needily against the inside of Karstch's sphincter.

"Gross..." Deihnyx protested, trying to get his muzzle as far away from the lizard's struggling body as he could with his captor holding his horns so firmly, "I'm not eating something you've been keeping in your ass..."

"Suit yourself, but I think if it's between this and starvation, you'll eventually make the right choice," Karstch replied, a slow, sadistic smile on his beak, which only widened as the dragon's belly growled with hunger, reminding him just how long it had been since he'd eaten. "I think your stomach has already chosen for you, ha!"

It was true; the longer Deihnyx stared at the flailing form of the knight, the more it seemed like food and the less it seemed like something his tormentor had just squeezed out of his ass. Judging from the way the gryphon talked, this was likely to be the only "real" food he would have for quite awhile, unless he managed to escape, somehow. Even as unlikely as that was, he would still need his strength to make the attempt, and that required him to eat, no matter how repulsive the state of his food was. Trying to blank his mind as much as possible, the black-scaled dragon darted his head forward, closing his mouth around the lizard's body and tugging it back, pulling it free from Karstch's clenched tailring, the knight's head squeezing past the tight hole with a wet crackling squelch. The resultant louder screaming only fueled the drake's predatory instincts, and almost automatically, he tilted his head back and gulped the reptile down whole, cutting off the noise. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't ignore the awful taste now coating his tongue and throat, nor could he suppress the stench that flooded into his nostrils. The combination made him gag, his belly threatening to disgorge its contents, knight and all. After wrestling with his nausea for several moments, the drake finally regained enough control of himself to realize that Karstch had not released his horns.

"You're not done eating yet," the gryphon growled, a grin on his face as he pulled his toilet's mouth closer to his ass, which had yawned open again to reveal a thick, brown mass inside, the massive load of shit now pushing forward without the obstruction of the knight, rapidly filling Karstch's rectum. "Third rule, no toilets, remember? So time to open that warm mouth of yours!"

"N-no! I won't!" Deihnyx's struggles renewed as the full extent of what he was expected to do dawned on him, his fore and hindlegs flailing in a panic, to no avail. The only resistance the drake could offer was shutting his mouth tightly, even as it forced him to breathe through his nose, wafting the incredibly foul odor of the gryphon's posterior through his nostrils.

"Ha! Who said I was giving you a choice?" Karstch snarled with cruel anticipation, yanking hard on the dragon's horns and burying his muzzle between those leonine asscheeks, shoving his snout right up against that stretched tailring. With a loud grunt, the large half-eagle bore down heavily, his bowels constricting and squeezing. A heavy crackling filled the air as his sphincter expanded even wider to accommodate the size of the mound of dung being pushed out of it. Deihnyx only had the time to whine once before the entire front of his face was shoved into a log of fresh gryphon excrement, as large in diameter as his muzzle. A grin stretched across Karstch's beak as he pushed again, embedding the dragon's face even deeper into the firm mass, which slowly smeared forwards over his muzzle like thick, clumpy mud. The ambient pungent ripeness of the room seemed weak in comparison to the stink now rising up from underneath the half-lion's ass, reeking of rotting carrion.

The strength of the gryphon's gut muscles forced his shit forwards despite the resistance of the draconic muzzle in front of it, heavy lumps of steaming warm dung mashing against the front of his victim's face before pressing out to either side, slowly burying his snout in a growing pile of manure and staining his black muzzle scales brown. To Deihnyx's horror, soon the pressure had built up enough around his tormentor's ass that his naris slits became the path of least resistance. His attempts at thrashing his head around were handily defeated by the gryphon's strong hold on his horns, and soon, his poor sensitive nostrils were filled with a warm, mushy sensation as Karstch began shitting down his nose, the stench magnifying several-fold. The little dragon could feel his gorge rising, his gag reflex threatening to spill the contents of his stomach, but he knew any opening of his mouth would consign that hole, too, to being filled with his captor's clumpy dung. But even without the nausea trying to fight its way up his throat, the drake was rapidly running out of air. If he wanted to avoid asphyxiating in his malodorous prison, he'd need to find a way to breathe. Venturing just a crack of his muzzle open, Deihnyx slipped his tongue out, and steeling himself, quickly shoved against the incoming shit with as much force as he could muster. With each push of his tongue, the pink flesh became coated with filth, accumulating against the wet surface. But despite the intensely awful flavor threatening to overpower his gag reflex, his efforts were rewarded with a small pocket of fetid, but breathable air.

It was a few moments before Karstch noticed that his new toilet was not performing its function properly, the pile of shit between his legs only accumulating as he pushed it out. The dragon's frantic struggling as he ran out of air seemed to have lessened as well. Snarling menacingly, he folded his hindlegs inwards from their spread position, bringing his feet together underneath the black-scaled drake, slowly sandwiching his cock, kept almost painfully hard by the snug gold ring around it. Sharp claws scraped threateningly against exposed flesh, lightly pricking the dragon's shaft behind the metal band. Deihnyx suddenly went very, very still.

"I took all this time to prepare this welcome meal for you, and now my house guest is refusing to eat. I'm feeling very insulted right now," Karstch growled slowly. The dragon's ears hadn't been covered by manure yet, so the gryphon knew his little playtoy could hear him. "You just got that ring, it would be a shame if you lost it immediately..."

The thinly-veiled threat sent Deihnyx into a panic. He didn't want to be castrated! The dragon looked at the mound of dung piled up around the front of his muzzle, his eyes darting up to catch a glimpse of his captor's expectant countenance. Resigning himself, he screwed his eyes shut and tentatively opened his mouth. Immediately, his maw was completely filled with a thick, fat log, the floodgates seeming to open on the accumulated shit as Karstch pushed down hard on his bowels, groaning as he packed his toilet's muzzle full with warm, foul excrement. The taste was beyond awful; it was like rotting meat had been pissed on by a herd of passing animals and baked in the sun through a hot afternoon. The smaller dragon couldn't even chew, the flow of shit simply pushing down his throat, thick bulges in his neck showing the size of the loads he was forced to swallow.

"I seem to have unclogged my toilet," Karstch remarked casually, removing his claws from his victim's malehood and spreading his legs wide again. His tailhole clenched firmly behind each log he shat out into the dragon's mouth, giving him a scant few seconds to breathe.

It only took a couple minutes for Deihnyx's belly to plump up from the forced feeding, the dragon groaning as he felt his stomach stretched to capacity, completely full of the gryphon's shit. He could feel it backing up, which only exacerbated his sickness. The smaller drake tried to keep down his perverted meal, fearing the consequences of giving in to his nausea. But the more he fought it, the more his stomach threatened to disgorge its contents, until finally, after his tormentor's asshole clenched off a particularly large log into his mouth, the black-scaled drake dared to try and talk with a full mouth.

"Hleash..." he whined plaintively, "Ah'n so hull...Ah can'h...can'h...ca-HOURRGH!"

The dragon's plea was cut short as his stomach turned, his body finally unable to resist the rising wave of nausea that washed through it. Gagging heavily, he leaned forwards to puke, opening his mouth, only to find it clamped tightly shut again by strong eagle talons, Karstch having removed his forepaws from the drake's horns to close them around his muzzle.

"Keep it down, little shitslut," the gryphon crooned with lustful encouragement, "Good toilets don't throw up what they're fed."

Deihnyx thrashed in desperation as he felt the contents of his stomach rushing up his throat and flooding into his mouth, the acid taste of bile mixing with the bitter flavor of the gryphon's shit. More and more of the disgusting, chunky vomit heaved up his esophagus until his cheeks bulged from the pressure. But with the gryphon holding his mouth closed, there was nowhere for the rancid mess to go! The drake's lips curled up in a grimace of heavy discomfort, brown fluid jetting from the gaps in his teeth as another heave of his stomach backed the vomit up his throat and into his nose, the pressure expelling the shit plugging his nostrils as thick streams of tan-brown spurted from them, soaking the already-dirty bedsheets and the fur on the gryphonic ass in front of him. The smaller dragon felt absolutely miserable as he retched, unable to stop the constant flow of dung-laden vomit from his nose as he his belly heaved again and again, his eyes watering uncontrollably.

After what seemed like an eternity, the violent expulsions of Deihnyx's stomach lessened to a slow few hiccups. The dragon looked pleadingly up at his tormentor as he finished, but the massive gryphon only gave him an expectant look. Whining quietly, the smaller drake braced himself and snorted deeply, pulling the mess still inside of his nose and mouth to the back of his throat and swallowing, an audible gulp preceding the visible bulge of puke traveling back down into the black dragon's belly. It was only then that Karstch released his muzzle, letting him collapse forwards in a miserable, exhausted heap, muzzle falling into the mess in front of him with a wet squelch.

He didn't resist when he felt the gryphon's forepaws on him again, this time lifting him up under his forelegs towards that sharp, wicked aquiline beak. To his surprise, the next thing he felt was the half-eagle's warm, wet tongue against his muzzle, lapping at his face slowly before insistently pushing inside his mouth. He had to fight the urge to gag and heave again as Karstch Frenched him, the taste of carrion mixing with the flavors of excrement and vomit on his taste buds. After a long moment, the gryphon pulled away, an expression almost akin to affection softening the lewdness in his blue eyes.

"Good boy," he growled quietly in satisfaction, "You finished your meal. Now to make the rest of you smell like a proper toilet..."

Slowly but firmly, Karstch lowered his new toilet back onto the sheets, guiding him into a sitting position on his haunches. The dragon's snout crinkled in disgust as he felt his rear sink down into the fresh pile of gryphon manure, logs squashing and smearing against his undertail along with his puke, a warm, slimy, mushy warmth spreading out against his posterior. But despite that, Deihnyx was too exhausted to protest, the red-streaked drake just grateful for the chance to breathe properly, even if the air was now completely saturated with the stench of shit. He could only watch as his gryphonic captor stood up to his full height on all fours, towering over him with an anticipatory look on that beaked face before turning around, presenting him with the sight of a dirty leonine ass, fur and pucker still stained with clumps of excrement. As Karstch sank back into a squat over his captive, his tailhole directly above the black dragon's muzzle, his belly gurgled ominously.

"You're done eating, but that doesn't mean I'm finished unloading on you, heh. Oof," he groaned with a grimace, "Get ready, shitdump. I don't know what they put in that meal but it's going right through me..."

The smallest of whimpers made it out of Deihnyx as he watched the anal ring above him work a few times, stretching and clenching, before it filled up with a thick yellow-brown mass of creamy shit. He coughed as the odor hit him, even stronger than before, bitter and rancid all at once. But it seemed like this had released the floodgates to the gryphon's bowels again, his asshole yawning even wider and smoothly pushing out a tube of soft, steaming dung. It hit Deihnyx's muzzle and immediately started smearing over it, spreading out with oozing warmth as a loud, squelching crackling filled the air, along with the half lion's groans of relief. The first load of mushy manure almost completely covered the drake's head, caking his scales with a thick layer of filth that would be impossible to remove without hours of scrubbing, staining even his bright red scales. It was followed by a loud blast of flatulence that splattered the small dragon with splashes of dung. The dragon had the barest amount of time to snort the excrement out of his nostrils before his tormentor grunted, the gryphon's anus unloading another mound of the vile stuff over his head. The thick, goopy shit ran like thick mud down his neck, slowly spreading over his body in rolling, fat clumps. The dragon was almost relieved when the ass above him shifted slightly, dumping another fat slug of manure down the back of his head, the mess sliding down his back and oozing down his sides.

"On your back," Karstch ordered, the gryphon not missing a beat, another wet fart rumbling out of him. He didn't wait for the dragon to comply, although a squelching, shifting sound beneath him told of his new pet's obedience. A grin spread across his face as he continued relieving himself on the smaller drake, feeling the last of his load flowing down towards his rectum.

A loud wet gurgling in the half-eagle's gut was all the warning Deinyx received before his tormentor's ass opened one last time, pucker clenching before yawning open and unleashing a torrent of the most foul-smelling substance he'd ever experienced. The first few logs shot out wetly in semi-solid ropes, splattering his belly, followed by a burbling flood of liquid shit, gushing out over his scales and washing them a bright gold-brown. Even his cock wasn't spared, the sloppy mess coating the crimson flesh and soaking the rest of his crotch, running down his tail. A final bout of gas finished his "shower," bubbles of flatulence-filled shit blowing out the gryphon's tailring before popping and expelling their contents over the brown-coated dragon.

"There, now you look and smell like a proper shitslut," Karstch growled in content, sighing with relief at his newly-evacuated bowels, clenching his pucker tightly and sprawling onto his side to admire his handiwork, grinning at the state of the smaller drake. There wasn't a single black or red scale on the dragon showing, his entire body completely covered in the semi-liquid mess. The bedsheets were rapidly gaining a new series of brown stains beneath him, and the room was positively ripe at this point, although the stench didn't seem to bother the gryphon a single bit.

"You must be exhausted, though..." the gryphon mused, rolling to his feet with a thump of heavy paws on the carpet. He padded to a nearby cabinet, opening the ornate wood door and retrieving what looked like a strange sort of gas mask. The mask itself was typical, heavy duty black rubber with thick polycarbonate lenses, fitted for long muzzles like those of a dragon. But instead of connecting to a filter, the mouthpiece instead fed into a long, thick rubber tube that culminated in something that looked like a large pair of leather underwear. Like everything else in the room, the apparatus was already crusted with old excrement, stained from previous use. With an air of easy practice, Karstch slipped the latter section on over his leonine posterior, the well-oiled leather creaking slightly as he pulled it snug. Draping the other end loosely over his neck, the beast walked back to the bed, sinking the mattress with his weight as he climbed on to show the mask to his captive.

"You'll be wearing this while we sleep," he said with a grin, watching with sadistic glee as the dragon's curiosity slowly gave way to tired dismay as he examined the gas mask and his eyes traced where the tube led, straight into the seat of the leather garment Karstch wore over his lion ass.

"No...no no no, please..." Deihnyx protested weakly as the gryphon reached for him. But he could do nothing to keep his new owner from fitting the mask over his shit-coated face, the snug rubber squelching and smearing the foul, warm muck into his scales as Karstch fitted the elastic bands over the back of his head, securing them behind his horns. The dragon couldn't even see clearly out of the eye-plates, gryphon dung having oozed up over them, giving everything a dirty yellow-brown tint.

A rumbling in his tormentor's gut was barely any warning for the first blast of flatulence that ripped out of the gryphon's ass and funneled down the tube directly into his mouth and nostrils, filling his senses once more with the nasty odor of the half-lion's bowels. After all he had endured that day, it seemed the lesser of his torments. The tube had just enough slack for the large beast to curl up on the bed, resting his head in his avian forepaws and narrowing his eyes to contented slits. As his chest rhythmically rose and fell, another wet fart burbled out of him, delivered by the rubber tube directly into Deihnyx's face. The dragon whined at this and likewise tried to curl up, his frame falling limp on the sheets in exhaustion, resting in the pile of filth. His attempts at sleep were interrupted periodically by the loud bouts of gas that the slumbering gryphon regularly passed, the sound of each fart an almost deafening PHRRNNNT! But at last, exhaustion overcame any other ability to stay awake, and he passed into sleep, nostrils, mouth, and ears full of his new owner's flatulence.