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He was short for a male dragon-hell, at five foot three inches, he was short for a male, period. Smooth blue and white scales covered his body, and his grey eyes were wide with nerves. A small bulge twitched in the pair of skimpy white panties that he wore for this occasion. He cleared his throat, but his voice still came out timid and quiet. "Thank you for letting me come back, Miss Nadia," he said, looking at the vixen who was going to control him for the rest of the evening. He hadn't been told to sit, so he remained standing, staring at her awkwardly and expectantly.

Miss Nadia was sitting down, eyeing the dragon up and down with disdainful green eyes. "Francis, right?" she asked. "I remember you. You were the one that started crying like a bitch when I farted in your mouth." The fox wore only a lacy black bra and black knee-high socks, her orange-and-white-furred body a gorgeous, voluptuous delight.

Francis, on the other hand, winced as she mentioned their last meeting. Ever since he left the domineering vixen's apartment red-eyed and whimpering a few months ago, not a day went by that he didn't think of her. The overwhelming heft of her big smothering ass, the endless stream of verbal abuse that Miss Nadia berated him with, that burst of throat-scorching heat that erupted from her tight pink pucker...it was too much for him then, but now he wanted it more than anything.

"Yes, Miss Nadia," Francis said, sheepishly. "That was me. But..." He swallowed a bit of a lump in his throat before continuing. "But I'm ready now." At least, he thought so-but he couldn't imagine deterring him from being underneath that decadent, shapely rump again. The fox nodded, before pointing at the ground before her feet.

"On your knees," she ordered.

Francis fell to his knees immediately, before giving an embarrassed grimace. In his haste, in his desperation, he fell to his knees some ten feet away from Miss Nadia. The vixen smirked, rolling her eyes. "Crawl here, dumbass," she said, and Francis couldn't say no to that. He crawled across Miss Nadia's soft blue carpet, making his way to her feet, before looking up at the vixen who owned him.

As though they belonged to a goddess determining a sinner's ultimate fate, Miss Nadia's jade green eyes gazed pitilessly at the dragon kneeling pathetically at her feet. "Tell me what you want, ass-kisser."

Francis swallowed again, before he started talking too quickly to stop himself. "Miss Nadia, I want to lay my head down on your couch cushion and s-smother under your g-godly ass," he said, stumbling over a couple of words before continuing. "I want to breathe in nothing but your ass crack, I want you to talk filthy to me, and I want you to..." He trailed off, and Miss Nadia tilted her head.

"What do you want me to do, boy?" she asked. "Go on."

"I want you to..."

"Spit it out." Her tone was as hard and sharp as a blade that could cut diamonds. Francis moaned before speaking again.

"I want you to fart in my face," he said, quietly.

Miss Nadia leaned forward, a hunter's grin spreading across her face. "Say that again?"

"I want you to fart in my face, Miss Nadia," Francis said, louder this time. His eyes were wide, as though his mouth had started running on its own and his mind was powerless to stop it.

"I don't think I heard you," Miss Nadia said, white teeth glinting. "One more time?"

"Please!" Francis blurted out, desperately, as though the word had come alive in his throat and burst out in a hurry. "Please f-fart in my face, Miss Nadia." He already sounded like he was on the verge of tears. The vixen domina had half a mind to send him out on his ass-if he was this worked up about it already, how would he handle the real thing?

Well, she was certain it would be great fun for her, either way. The fox stood off of the couch, motioning for Francis to get into position. The dragon flipped himself around, sitting in front of the couch and laying the back of his head on the black leather seat cushion, looking up at Miss Nadia with that sweet, pleading expression on his face.

Straddling one leg on either side of his body, Miss Nadia stood over Francis, positioning herself so that her bare ass was mere inches above the dragon's face. Christ, it was as beautiful as he remembered-gloriously thick and juicy, creamsicle-colored fur plush and soft over beautifully fatty and jiggly cheeks. He was about to lean his head up to give one cheek a big, wet kiss before she sat down. He gave a muffled "Hmmmmrf!" as his face was swallowed in her crack, Miss Nadia shifting her hips this way and that for a moment to get comfortable. He sat perfectly still for her, eyes shut as his face was pressed ever deeper into that ass crack-if he reached up and touched her, consequences would be dire, indeed.

It was at this point that Miss Nadia started to run her filthy mouth. "Fuck," she said, grinning as she settled her ass back on Francis' face. "I honestly thought I'd seen the last of you when you pussed out on me last time. I mean, I wouldn't have cared if I never saw you again, but I didn't expect you to come back begging me to rip ass in your face." She ground back and forth, bouncing her ass up and down a couple of times, earning muffled moans from Francis as she did so.

Francis had forgotten just how well Miss Nadia could use her ass on a poor sub's face. It never sat still, and it moved the sub's head along with its every movement. It was like shoving your face in a Jello mold during an earthquake-except that Jello molds didn't smell like the salty, earthy depths of a fox's ass crack.

"Deep fucking breaths, pussy," Miss Nadia said. "Get your nose in there. Let me feel it against my shithole. Come on." She reached a hand back, grabbing a hold of Francis' fluffy white hair as she pulled him forward against her ass crack. She sighed as she felt that face push into her ass crack, further and further until she could feel his nose press right against the rim of her wrinkled pink pucker.

"There we go. Christ, I thought you were avoiding it or something." Francis just gave a low, submissive moan, his face feeling as though it was completely swallowed. She hadn't let him come up for air for a few minutes, and his lungs were starting to burn. Whatever air he could get was so stale and stuffy that it practically didn't count. All the while, Miss Nadia kept talking.

"I don't feel tongue," she said. As soon as she said that, Francis groaned and got to work, flicking his tongue out and dragging it up and down that tight asshole of hers. "Good queer," she cooed, condescendingly. "If you do a good job eating my nasty fucking ass, I'll let up for a little bit of air. How's that sound, rump-muncher?" Francis couldn't say anything other than a weak "uh-huh" beneath her ass.

It was hard to maneuver your tongue just so when your face is pinned beneath an all-encompassing butt, but Francis had to make do. It was hard work for his tongue-after only a couple of minutes of tonguing her pucker, it was tired and sore-but each time he flicked his tongue along the surface of her asshole, savoring that salty, spicy taste of sweaty crack, he got harder and harder.

This fact didn't escape Miss Nadia. "Look at all that fucking pre!" she marveled, reaching her foot forward to prod at Francis' bulge. "You're about to soak your panties through, sissy boy!" She laughed at that, reaching her hands back to spread and mash her hefty cheeks against Francis' face, sighing with pleasure as he gulped at her ass like a man dying of thirst given a bottle of water.

When Miss Nadia raised her ass off of the dragon's face, Francis gave loud, almost hyperventilating gasps, getting as much fresh air as he could, face stained with the vixen's sweat. Still, that big orange-furred ass hovered inches above his face, and the fox leered as she looked over her shoulder.

"Here's how it's going to go, bitch boy," she said. "I'm going to fart in your face, and every time I do you're going to thank me, praise me, and ask for another. Got it?" Francis, woozy from his time spent in that airless crack, murmured a weak "yes, Miss Nadia". The fox reached back, giving his cheek a firm smack. "Let's practice, asslicker. You ready?"

Even if he wasn't, there was no denying her. The dragon nodded beneath her, murmuring. "Yes, Miss Nadia."

The fox reached hands back, massaging her big soft ass cheeks, sighing as she leaned her head back...and then it happened. Inches away from Francis' face, her tight pink asshole blossomed open, hissing and sputtering for a few seconds. Pbbbllllrrrrt. It was quiet, as far as it goes, but you wouldn't be able to tell from Francis' reaction.

Immediately, the dragon jolted, nostrils flaring and eyes watering from the scent. It smelled horrible, of course, but more than anything it was the dry heat of it that made him retch. He swore he could feel taste buds sizzle as he coughed and gagged, trying to gather his composure to obey the vixen who was so thoroughly dominating him.

"T-thank you, Miss Nadia," he said, interrupting himself with another coughing fit. "I love your big mean ass. M-may I have another?"

The fox snickered. "Yeah? You're that much of a slut for me, aren't you? Well, here you go." Francis winced, bracing himself for the second time Miss Nadia farted in his face, watching with terrified fascination as her hole burst open and ripped another one.

BLLLRRRRRRRRT. This one was much louder than the first, and wetter too. As Francis coughed and choked around the wretched stench, he could swear the hot, greasy fart had taken up permanent residence in his nostrils.

"Thank you, Miss-glrk!" He turned his head to the side, gagging involuntarily as Miss Nadia's fart still ravaged his nose and throat. "Thank you, Miss Nadia. It hurts to sniff your farts, but I'm addicted to them. May I have another?" His voice quivered slightly on that last sentence, not sure if he was prepared for a third.

Whether he was ready or not, it came anyway. THHRRRRRRRRCHP. This one was a low, rumbling fart, humid and damp. Francis could practically smell what she had for breakfast and lunch that day, the scent of digested meats and pastries filtered through her earthy bowels. The dragon gave a whimpery little "noooooo" as it hit him, his coughs getting deeper and more desperate. Miss Nadia just laughed, clearly relishing her domination.

"Thank you, Miss Nadia," he said, weakly. "I could almost taste your breakfast. May I have another?"

Miss Nadia was silent for a moment. The fox's big ass moved backwards, ever so slightly, to level it with Francis' face. She spoke again.

"I'm going to shit in your mouth."

Francis didn't know if he heard her right. "W-what?"

"You heard me. I'm going to take a dump in your mouth." Her voice was low, growly, tense.

Francis' blood ran cold. "M-miss Nadia, I don't think I'm-"

"Open your mouth."

"Miss Nadia, please-!"

"Open your mouth."

"N-no!" Francis' voice spiked in pitch and volume; he stared up at those gorgeous ass cheeks with abject terror.

Miss Nadia grinned that sadistic grin of hers. "Beg, then," she said. "Beg me for mercy."

"Miss Nadia, please!" Francis swallowed a lump in his throat. "Please don't shit on me, Miss Nadia. It's too much. It's disgusting!" He spoke without thinking. "I'll let you sit on my face for the whole night, I'll let you fart in my face until I'm sick, just please don't shit on me...!"

The fox listened, silently. She reached her hand down, running a finger along her pussy, wet with sadistic pleasure.

"Your cock hasn't gone soft."

If anything, it was harder than ever; it seemed like the panties Francis wore were too small, because even his average-sized prick was straining them heavily. Pre dripped from the head of his dick like a faucet-even now, when the poor thing was faced with the prospect of becoming the vixen's toilet.

Francis knew what this meant. "Miss Nadia-"

A low, rumbling fart, like distant thunder, rippled from her asshole. The dragon panicked. He started to kick his legs, thrashing about in fear. "No! NO! NO NO NO!" he squealed. He did everything to show he wanted out-except, of course, actually get out, which he and Miss Nadia both knew he could if he wanted to.

Miss Nadia moaned as she spread her ass cheeks, laughing as Francis burst into tears beneath her. "Quit fussing, you pussy," she said. "You fucking love this, don't you? Don't lie to me." His thrashing cut out as he watched with horrified attention, watching her pink asshole open.

That fart got wetter and wetter, and smelled more and more like shit, the longer it went on. Soon, it gave way to a moist, squelching crackle, like stepping into a muddy pile of leaves. He saw just a hint of it at first, a dark-brown pinprick in her rosy pucker, before it expanded, and oozed out.

Miss Nadia relaxed her asshole, keeping her rump in position as she shat in Francis' mouth. A long, ropy coil of creamy, mud-like dung poured slowly from her hole, as though from a soft serve machine. As it filled Francis' mouth, a wet, buried choking noise could be heard.

"That's it, gag for me," Miss Nadia said, pinching off that load. "There's more coming." She grunted, elbows resting on her knees, as she squeezed out another load of sticky shit for the dragon to choke on.

"Fuck, that's good," she leered. "How's it taste? Maybe if you close your eyes, you can pretend it's chocolate." Of course, there was no way Francis could taste the gooey hell unleashed upon his tongue and think it was chocolate. Maybe there was a semi-sweet taste to it-that was the chocolate cake she had for a snack earlier. But that was overwhelmed by a disgustingly heavy beefiness and a bitter, leafy tang, filtered through with the unbearable taste of Miss Nadia's colon.

"Hold on, faggot," she said. "Miss Nadia's got another yummy treat for you. Hold on..." She grunted again, straining, as another fart rippled from her hole. This one was a big, soft, fluffy load of shit, plopping right into the overflowing mess filling his mouth, the dragon's jaw stretched by the thick, creamy turds.

Tears streamed down Francis' cheeks, from the power Miss Nadia held over him and the raunchy, filthy taste raping his tongue. His throat kept spasming and choking, preparing for the eventuality of choking down Miss Nadia's juicy load.

"Alright, ass-pig," the fox said. "Eat."

She looked over her shoulder, watching Francis struggle to close his mouth around the shit in his mouth, shuddering and whimpering as his teeth sunk into the bitter muck. Squishes and squelches came from within his mouth, but he fought on, cringing as he managed to close his lips around his meal.

It was a slow process, terribly slow. Groans, slurps and belches were near-constant, but muffled by the vixen's shit. He had to work it down slowly, fearing that he would choke on it, or fearing that he would be sick all over himself. He was sweating, and his face was blanched and pale. He felt faint.

And yet, through all ten minutes of him working down that load of sticky, nasty waste, through every whimper and gurgle and retch and cough, his cock was as hard as a rock. It pulsed, twitched, drooled, straining against its cotton confines. And, when Francis had swallowed down the last of that wretched filth, his dick twitched, and his hot load of spunk dribbled from the head of his cock and soaked his panties.

He looked up at Miss Nadia, twitching, panting, on the verge of passing out from disgust. The fox just rolled her eyes.

"I knew you were a dirty little toilet," she said. And she was right.