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This story is another gift chapter in the Club series. This one involves scat and foot fetish, as well as the stuff that has been happening for the last few chapters. Those with weak stomachs, clear yourselves away. Age warnings apply. Please comment.

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Chapter Four: The Dragon's Teachings

Damo grunted as he was tugged along in his sleep, the grip on the nape of his neck tight and hard as iron. He started slowly waking up as the tugging sensation went on, pulling him along. His bleary eyes expected to see the hippo, and they hoped to see Isaak. Either of them would have been great, if only because they were familiar and they had given him such pleasure at some point. Isaak had even been kind to him.

Instead, he woke up and saw the dragon.

The black scaled dragon, the one that had frightened the hell out of him more than a few times, and the one that had been responsible for his capture and treatment. Draconicon was his name, according to Isaak, and Damo honestly didn't know what he thought of the dragon yet. There were too many things about him that made the bear shiver, and not enough things that made him smile for him to like the dragon, but there weren't enough things that made him scream in terror for him to hate the dragon either.

It confused the bear cub. He wished that the dragon was nicer to him, the way Isaak was, or even just wanting to use him for sex the way that his hippo master wanted. If it was like that, he was pretty sure he could like the dragon.

But instead, all that Draconicon wanted from him was for him to be a resource to be tapped for revenue. Draconicon might feel some attraction to him, but if he did, the reptile didn't show it. He just pressed the training forward, time after time. Even when Isaak had been reluctant, Draconicon had pushed him to keep going, according to the polar bear.

Damo shivered a little bit at the thought of what the dragon was going to do to train him. Already, he'd learned how to deal with vomit, and how to deal with anal and oral, and even how to deal with watersports. If there was more after that, if the dragon had something else he wanted to try, he didn't know if he'd be able to take it.

The bear shivered a little to himself at the thought of that as he finally made his way all the way back to awareness. He looked around at the room that he was sharing with the dragon, and noticed that it was just about empty. In fact, if it had a few shower handles and spouts on the walls, he would have thought they were in a locker room shower. The floor was tiled the same way, and the center of the floor had a drain in it. There were even bottles along the wall that looked like shampoo and liquid soap, though the cub doubted they were anything like that, in this perverted little club.

Draconicon stood right in front of him, and wore nothing. The dragon's body was tall, though not particularly wide, and he towered over Damo. His genital slit was held open by the tip of his shaft, the member poking out just enough to make sure that it couldn't be ignored. Pre dripped from it, and for a brief moment, the cub was tempted to go to his knees and worship the member.

He stopped himself, though. This dragon was the reason he was stuck here, and he wasn't going to just pleasure him without a direct command. Damo knew he couldn't resist a direct command, but he wouldn't just give in to the dragon like that.

"What..." Damo paused, and swallowed hard. "What are you going to be teaching me, Master Draconicon?" he asked, looking down at the floor. As much as he hated it, he didn't dare look anyone in the club in the eye anymore.

The dragon grabbed him by the chin, and forced him to look up, which he did. Draconicon looked down at him with a smile on his lips and lust in his eyes. It was so intense that he couldn't help shivering from the sight of it. The hand on his chin migrated up his face, and stroked his cheek lightly as the dragon spoke.

"You've learned quite a bit in the last few days, haven't you, slave?" the dragon asked.

He nodded.

"You've learned how to drink piss. You've learned how to integrate vomit into sexual play, and you've learned how to take a cock up your ass and how to worship it as well," the dragon continued, his voice not deviating at all from the clinical, focused tone that it seemed to be permanently stuck in. The clawed fingers stroked along the side of the cub's cheek as he said, "All of that, I'm afraid, is going to be the lot of your life, things you will do every day for every customer. They will be the least of what you will have to do, and the most constant of your duties."

"They will be the most constant of your duties because you'll be doing them with just about everyone. Everyone throws up in a bar at least once, and everyone needs to piss. Every male likes their cock praised, and every male likes a good ass to put it in," Draconicon continued, lecturing like a teacher in a way. "What I am going to teach you is what to do with those that have more...eclectic styles of taste."

The dragon let go of his face, and let the hand fall down to his shoulder. He squeezed lightly before pulling, and Damo followed as the dragon led the way. They walked around in a little square inside of the shower kind of room they were in, their double nudity something that no longer registered in Damo's mind. It was just seen as normal for him now.

Draconicon continued talking. "You probably hate me right now, cub. If you do, I don't really blame you. You wouldn't have chosen this lifestyle-" He paused, and chuckled a bit, shaking his head. Damo blinked at the dragon as he turned to look at him again. "Well, I suppose it's possible you would have chosen this lifestyle, eventually. You like sex enough for it, that's for sure."

"No I don't!" Damo protested, glaring at the dragon. He stopped and put his paws on his hips, squaring himself against the dragon. "There's no way I'd ever choose to be a...a slave! I don't like sex that much."

"Well, I suppose that's true." The bear blinked at the dragon's admission, but before he could press his point, the dragon continued. "You don't like sex, not that way, but you do love to be fucked. You love to be taken from behind by someone you know is more powerful than you are, and you love being told what to do. That makes you perfect as a slave."

The dragon pressed his finger against Damo's mouth, stopping his retort. Damo muttered and growled at the adult as Draconicon leaned in, his face just a few inches from his own. "You can deny it all you want. You can hate me all you want. It doesn't really matter to me. I would like us to have some friendship, considering that we are going to be working together for the rest of your natural life, but if you want to hate me, I'll understand."

"But listen to me, cub." The dragon pulled his finger back from Damo's mouth, and sighed. "I wouldn't do this without no other choice. There are so many things I could do to excuse myself here, and heavens knows, I'd like to, but I can't. I kidnapped you. I might regret it later in life, but right now, it's the only way I can keep myself, Isaak, and Karlos off of the street. I know we're mostly strangers to you, perhaps fuck buddies in the case of Isaak and Karlos, but to me, those two are my dearest friends in the world. I would do anything for them. Anything."

"So, I'm sorry for putting you through this, cub, but I will not stop your training. We've already spent days getting you this way, and I will not let it go to waste. So hate me, or whatever else you want to do. It doesn't matter to me," Draconicon said.

Damo stared at the dragon through the miniature oration that he put together. It was interesting to hear this rationale from the dragon, quite interesting indeed. He kept the figure of a tough guy wrapped around him so tightly all the time that the bear never would have guessed that he was like this in the least. He still kept it around him now, but there-there was this look in his eyes.

He peered a little deeper into the plain white eyes of his dragon master. There was a worry in those eyes, a trembling little thing that would have been impossible to see if he were any further away than he was. Damo knew that look. He had seen it almost every day on the streets, on the faces of mother and fathers that had to take care of entire families with almost nothing to their name. They shared the same look of determination through fear that the dragon had, and a compassion and love for their family that Draconicon had when he mentioned Isaak and Karlos and-

And him, surprisingly. Damo stared at the dragon in sheer amazement as he realized that. There was love, compassion for him in the dragon's eyes, even though he was putting him through this. "Do you..." Damo started to whisper. "Do you...really think it would get that bad?" he asked, changing what he was going to ask at the last minute. He wanted to ask if the dragon loved him like he loved the others, but he told himself that was stupid.

"I know it would get that bad," Draconicon said. He sighed and stood up straight again, pulling his face and head back. "There's only so much attention that various clubs can get, and most of it is taken up by all the other sex slaves that other clubs have. If I had managed to get Karlos to listen to me before, we might not have to take these drastic measures, but the past is past. Nothing we can do to change that now."

"But we have a chance to get this club back on its feet, and that chance is you, cub," Draconicon said. He smiled a bit, and that flash of compassion was in his eyes again. "The other slaves in the clubs across the city might be more practiced than you, but none of them, but none of them, show the joy and pleasure you do when you're being fucked. You really like it when people are enjoying themselves with your body, and it shows. That's something that can pull us back into the profit zone, and keep us all off of the street."

The dragon slowly kneeled down, and for the first time, Damo was looking down at him. The bear wasn't sure what to think about that. His scaly master looked at him, and then took his hand. Those scaly fingers rubbed along the top of his hand lightly. "I know this isn't the life you'd like, cub, but this is the life that you've been dealt. I can promise you that you'll get the chance to be fucked and fuck like crazy for days on end, and I promise you that you'll be given food and water and shelter at the end of each day. It's better than your life would have been on the streets, not by much, but by a bit." The dragon paused, and looked him in the eyes. "You know you don't have a choice, but knowing what you do now, would you perhaps go through the rest of your training with less anger, with less rage in your heart?" Draconicon asked.

What else could Damo do? He nodded.

Draconicon smiled a bit, and patted him on the shoulder. "I'm glad that you have some sense to you, cub. Now, why don't you get a good night of sleep? Unconsciousness isn't nearly the same, and you've been working pretty hard. No grooming yourself, but you can paw off, if you want, so long as you let the cum stay on your fur," the dragon said, patting him on the shoulder and giving him a little push from the room.

Damo walked out of the locker room shower mockup, or whatever the heck it was. He didn't really know what the club staff were thinking when they made that, but it was a little odd to put a place like that here.

He sighed to himself as he walked past the lounge that he had spent time with Isaak in, pausing at the doorway to just look at the cushy seats and the various bits of bright and eclectic furniture inside. Even if it was as a slave, he had enjoyed the time that he had spent with the polar bear in there. He didn't like admitting it, even if Isaak had been good to him, but it was the truth.

Walking into the room with a small smile, the bear cub stopped at the couch on the other side of the room, looking over a fountain in the middle. He stroked a hand along one cushion on it, enjoying the soft feel against his fingers. One of his claws paused on a stain that hadn't been there before, and he giggled. That was some of the cum that had slid out of his ass after he had been fucked by the polar bear. He hadn't thought that there would be signs of it left here, afterwards.

The more he touched the couch, the more he realized just how sleepy he was. Yawning like one of his more feral relatives would upon hybernation's urge, Damo slipped himself up onto the couch. He could just lay down for a few minutes, really. It wouldn't mean he was going to sleep here. He was just going to rest for a little while.

He kept repeating that to himself as he slowly slipped off into slumber, drooling onto the pillow that he used to keep himself propped up, his body spread-eagled and his little butt exposed to any of the club members.

Damo wouldn't know that Isaak came around during the night to check on him, and spent an hour just sitting by him, rubbing his head, his back, his arms, just touching him with the affection and love that he would have missed with not having a father on the street.

He wouldn't know that Karlos had been back with him, rubbing some balm along the bear's backside, and combing out parts of the hair around the bear's haunches that had been tangled with shit and dried piss.

And he most definitely wouldn't know that, when he started looking like he had nightmares, the dragon had walked in and sat by him. His scaly hand had reached out and held the cub's paw, stroking it, rubbing it, until the dreams had gone away. And before he left, he left several dream catchers on the wall, to stop any other bad dreams from getting in.

All this happened during that night of sleep the bear had, but he would never know, unless they told him.

And all of the club owners would have said that it was for the best.

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The bear wouldn't wake up for a while. After all, he'd been awake and through quite a bit of training, so it was quite understandable that he would need time to get his feet under him again. Being unconscious was one thing, and perhaps in a pinch it could really substitute for sleep. In these circumstances, however, it wasn't enough for the bear. If he hadn't gotten the eight hours of sleep that he just had, things would be a lot harder for him this day than they would otherwise be.

He almost tried to sleep through the day as well, but two things kept that from happening. First was Damo's fear of being hurt or punished if he didn't perform his duties to the satisfaction of his masters. Karlos, at the least, was quite capable of doing that. He would think that Draconicon was as well, but after last night, during their talk, he wasn't quite so sure.

Secondly, a stream of light was hitting him right in the eyes, and it was hot and bright enough that he didn't think he'd be able to sleep through it even if he was able to overcome the fears that were burning in the back of his head. Slowly, Damo opened his eyes to see what was shining so brightly.

Arranged around the couch were about six different heat lamps, most of them turned up to a point that made the couch and its surrounding area heat up to at least a hundred degrees. Damo immediately started sweating through his fur, the slick sweat making his fur go limp and stick to him. The shit, piss, and residual stains of vomit slicked up in his fur a bit, turning into a slew of muddy materials as they pulled against his fur tighter. The air wasn't just hot though. With the fountain in the room, it added a lot of humidity, and he panted for breath, feeling like he was swimming rather than moving.

"This is another part of your training, Cub." The cub turned around to see the dragon standing behind the couch, and watched him as he walked out from behind it. "There are people, myself among them, that likes to have a lot of heat when they enjoy themselves. I like to be really sweaty, really slimy with it, and this is the best way to make it happen. Plus, it has the bonus of indulging a certain fetish of mine well."

The dragon walked around the couch until he was in front of it. Standing where he was, he took up the full force of two or three of the lamps, letting the bear cool down if only a little bit. Crossing his arms, Draconicon continued to talk. "You probably feel quite a bit weaker. In addition to your training in how to pleasure the specific fetishes of the clients we will have, you need to learn how to do it no matter how you feel, no matter how strong or weak you're feeling at the time. If you can't do that, then there's no chance of you being up to par with the other clubs in the city."

Damo looked back and forth a little bit, gazing at the heat lamps. With all six of them on, this place was going to get really hot really fast. The dragon would probably be careful enough to keep it from getting to the heat of an inferno, but he didn't know how careful his master would be. And even disregarding that, they could both get dehydrated, he was sure, particularly if this involved some kind of wet fetish.

But he couldn't disobey his master. He no longer even saw that as a possibility. Even arguing with them, as he did the night before with the dragon, was hard to contemplate. He needed to be angry for that, and right now, he just felt hot. Hot and tired.

He leaned back a bit on the couch, trying to get away from the heat and only succeeding in matting his fur down more. The heat was making him sweat so much that he was just drenched. Dripping with his own juices, Damo looked at the floor. "I understand, Master," he whispered. "What...what kind of fetish will you be teaching me?"

"I will be teaching you two different ones today, both of them things that will come up, though not quite as much as oral, anal, and the other stuff you've done so far," his master said, moving towards the couch. He slipped from standing in front of one heat lamp to another before sitting on the couch and letting the full blast of the heat through again.

Panting softly, Damo looked at his master. He didn't seem to show any signs of being affected by the heat when he was standing in front of the heat lamps, but now that he was closer, sitting next to him, Damo could see that the dragon's scales were soaked. They dripped sweat down their shiny, smooth surface. He sniffed lightly, and he could smell a powerful musk rolling off of the dragon, rolling off and slamming into his nose.

The must grew stronger as the dragon moved closer, the peculiar smell all reptiles shared, combined with the rank, powerful scent of sweat and body musk after a hot day. Damo could barely believe that the dragon's scent was invisible. It felt like it should be this green shape in the air, it was so strong. So strong, and he...he was liking it.

He was loving the smell of the dragon's sweat and body odor, growing stronger as the heat lamps pressed down on them. The bear's own smell joined it, but the dragon's scent was just so much stronger that he might as well not have been in the room. He didn't know what the dragon did to make himself this strongly scented, but he did it well.

Draconicon's hand pressed down on his shoulder as the dragon moved close enough to be sitting next to him. Looking up at his dragon master, the bear blushed a bit. "What...what do you want to teach me, master?" he asked, his tongue hanging out of his mouth like a dog.

"I want to teach you of the pleasure one can get from feet, and I want to teach you what one can do to pleasure others with shit." The dragon looked at him, the smile on his face turning to one of lust.

Damo blinked, and looked down. The dragon's feet were shining more than the rest of him, shining with the sheen of sweat. They were dripping with it already, as if the dragon had been soaking up the heat from the heat lamps earlier. If he was supposed to do something with them, he wondered if the dragon would let him clean them off a little bit.

He doubted it.

Before he could talk, the dragon leaned back and pulled his feet up from the ground. The sweaty soles pressed against Damo's belly, the heels pressed down against his crotch. He blushed a bit as his sheath swelled against the pressure, and looked up at his master. "What...what do you want me to do, then?"

"Right now, I want you to worship my feet," Draconicon said. He wiggled the toes, fanning the funky smell from them, from the sweat trapped between each set of scales, up at Damo's nose. "You already know how to worship a cock, now start worshipping these feet. It shouldn't be all that hard for you, I'd imagine."

Looking down at the scaly feet, Damo considered that the dragon might be right. He definitely liked the smell that was wafting up to his nose, even if it was stronger than anything he'd ever smelled. He knew what garbage smelled like, and he knew what various waste products like shit and piss smelled like. He even knew what a set of really stinky feet smelled like, after being kept in a pair of shoes for six days. He knew how to deal with those smells, because he dealt with them on a daily basis out on the street.

These feet smelled worse than any of that. Yet, he still found that he was enjoying the smells. He even felt his cock starting to get hard from the smells, strange as that was.

Picking up the foot pressing against his sheath, he lifted it up to his face level. The droplets of sweat left little lines down the side of the foot, leaving tracks in the scales as it moved from the toes to the heel. Each little wiggle of the toes fanned more of the musky, salty smell to his nose, and Damo unconsciously moaned at the smell sliding through his nose.

Slowly, he leaned forward, until his nose was pressed against the softer scales of the dragon's foot. He nuzzled his cheek against it, lovingly, rubbing the scent of his master's feet and musk into his facial fur. It felt so good, smelled so good, Damo thought to himself. He turned his head, and pressed his lips against the small, dripping wet scales of the dragon's feet. He panted as he kissed from the heel to the toes, grinning to himself.

This was a fetish that he could get into, the bear realized. He loved being fucked, loved being taken by a more powerful male, but here, right here, was where he belonged. He belonged at the feet of his masters, doing whatever they wanted, licking their feet clean of their filth, sucking their cocks, whatever they wanted.

He was exactly what Draconicon had told him he was. An ideal slave.

Damo realized this, and realized that he didn't care anymore. He just knew that he was finally where he belonged, and he would never want to leave. As he came to this realization, he pulled back from his master's feet for a moment, and looked up at the dragon's face.

Draconicon looked back at him with understanding. "You know what I mean now, don't you? You realize your place?"

"Yes, master, I know what I am. I am your slave. I am Karlos's slave. I am Isaak's slave. I am the whore of the club, to serve and pleasure anyone that wants it. That's my place," Damo said. He grinned as wide as he could, picking up his master's foot again. He kissed along the line of the dragon's toes, nuzzling against each one after it was kissed before meeting his master's eyes again. "I would never want to give this up."

The dragon smiled at him. "Good, Cub, very good," he said. He pushed his other foot, the sweaty, lovely, dripping, black scaled piece of art that it was, against Damo's sheath, pinching it between two of the toes and stroking it lightly. It was enough to make Damo gasp, and the dragon laugh. "As a reward for that, I will give you this little footjob while you continue to rub and worship my foot. Just make sure you don't stop, or I'll make sure that you don't get to cum for a few days," Draconicon threatened playfully.

Damo had no problem with that. Pressing his face harder against the foot he held, he sucked two of the toes into his mouth and lashed them with his tongue. Their taste, salty, musky, with the slightest hint of bitterness to them, caused him to moan again and again, each time his tongue completed a pass over them.

What really made this difficult was that foot on his crotch. The large, scaly, sweaty foot had a dexterity to it that Damo hadn't expected in the least. It pressed and stroked. The toes wiggled up and down his small shaft, tugging the pre up from his balls with each little dance of the toes. And when the toes wrapped around his cock, pulling his shaft between two of the toes and jerking him off...he had to clench his entire body to keep from shooting right there.

Draconicon seemed to be able to sense it, and he teased him more and more. Damo whimpered around the toes in his mouth, focusing on sucking them like they were miniature cocks. He had to focus on them, or he would go mad from all the pleasure the dragon's foot was giving his crotch.

His cock was pulsing hard from the touch of the dragon's foot, holding it clenched between two toes. The toes squeezed and released, squeezed and released as they made their way up and down the shaft. They were the perfect instruments to keep pulling his lust to higher levels, yanking and pawwing his cock harder and better than his hands ever could. Oh, Damo knew what he would always ask for as a reward, now!

Panting as he pulled his head back from the dragon's toe that he was sucking on, Damo's face twisted up as he lost control of himself. Moaning softly, and cutely, his cock spasmed and shot cum all over the dragon's foot. It was hot and thin, spreading over his master's foot like snot spread over a tissue after blowing one's nose.

The pleasurable spasms that followed the orgasm continued wracking his body for nearly a full minute afterwards, and he fell back against the couch as he shook. He looked up at his master with some fear, worried that he was making the dragon mad by cumming this hard from the footjob.

Rather than looking upset, his dragon master smiled down at him. He lifted his cummed on foot away, and wiggled it back and forth in front of Damo's face. "I like it when my slaves and sluts have such excitement, and let it out. What I love more than that, though, is having my feet covered in cum by the males that love my feet. Something tells me, Cub, that you're one of those that will love my feet. Am I right, my little slave?"

Damo looked up at his master, and panted softly as he nodded. His cock was slowly going down, but that was only from the fact that he had just cum. It fought to stay hard, particularly with the foot in his face, but there was no fighting against this biological response. He nodded again, and said, "Master...I love your...feet...."

"Really? Why don't you tell me what you love about them, Cub?" His master looked down at him, and wiggled that cum covered foot again.

Damo almost reached out to take it, and clean it as well, but the other foot, the one he'd been sucking on for so long, still pressed against his face. He couldn't move forward the least bit. He had to stay down, and worship the feet of his master, if he wanted to do anything at all.

The heat of the lamps suddenly reminded him just how hard it was to think, how tired he was, as he tried to think of the best things to say. The heat lamps pressed waves of heat down on him, making his fur more matted down than it already was. Damo panted as his cubby body was swamped with sweat and heat, and his mind raced as best it could, as sluggish as the tortoise was against the hare.

Still, just as the tortoise made it to the end of the race before the hare, so did Damo's thoughts make it to the comments needed, eventually. Panting in the heat, he opened his mouth, and said, "Master, your feet are like God's gift...they're wonderful...so sexy, hot and smelly. They make me so hot and horny...I want to hump them, cover them with cum every day...I want to lick them clean, and then do it again, and again, and again..." he panted softly, licking at the base of the foot in his face. Moaning at the taste, Damo added, "Oh, Master, I just want to be underfoot forever! I want to be your foot slave forever!"

He panted as the foot on his face pressed down on his muzzle a little harder. There was so much pressure behind it, and he didn't know if he could take it for much longer without something giving way in his muzzle. He didn't know if his master wanted to break his face, but he could do it without much trouble if he kept this up for much longer.

Slowly, the pressure came off of his face, and Damo grunted, rubbing his face as he was finally allowed a little more comfort. However, he still kinda wished that the foot had stayed on his face, letting him smell and taste it for a little longer.

His master leaned back on the touch a little bit. He bent over his feet, and surprised the hell out of Damo by actually starting to lick some of the cum directly off of his feet. The bear cub watched in amazement as the dragon licked, sucked, and pulled all of his cum off of the black, scaly, sweaty feet. Draconicon smiled as he pulled his head back, and licked his lips.

"I really do love the taste of cub cum," Draconicon confessed as he moved to a more normal seated position. The dragon rubbed his head a little bit, rubbing some of the beads of sweat from his hairless head off and rubbing it against his chest.

The stink in the room was worse than ever. The two of them were sweatier than Damo thought any two people could ever be. The musk and stench they were producing was beyond belief, strong, slapping him in the face each time that he took a breath. There was sweat, body musk, some dried piss that was in the bear's fur, and...

Damo paused in his thoughts, and sniffed again. There was a new smell filling the air now. It was like a fart, almost, but stronger, sharper, and a little deeper as well. It was more rancid even than the sweat and stale piss in his fur.

After a moment, he recognized it as shit. There were enough homeless people on the streets that he smelled it often enough in an alley that someone had used as a toilet, but he hadn't expected to smell it in here, not when he was surrounded by the other smells, and when it had mostly gotten out of his fur.

"Master, where is that-"

Draconicon interrupted him with one finger, a finger that first halted his speech, and then pointed down at the couch.

Damo followed the finger, and stared at what he saw. His master's legs, spread out enough to show his tailhole, were stained with shit. It was still flowing from the dragon's ass, the hole stretching for each prodigious log that slipped out. It was like each log wanted to stretch the dragon's asshole as far as it could before it was all the way out.

Draconicon leaned forward a bit, and stood up on the couch, rubbing his feet against the pile of shit. It soaked into his scales and had the couch smeared with it. Now that it was exposed to the heated scales of the dragon and the heated air of the heat lamps, the shit started to...caramelize, for lack of a better term. It hardened and stuck to anything that it touched, and the stench doubled in strength, maybe tripled.

The dragon moved over to him, and turned around. His filthy tailhole was pointed right at the cub's face. Crouching down until the hole was pressed right against Damo's face, Draconicon said, "It's time for you to learn how to deal with scat. First thing to learn: How to eat it without losing your stomach contents."

Damo's eyes went wide at the thought of eating his master's shit. He knew that he was destined to be a slave, that it was his purpose in life now. He was ready to embrace that. But shit eating wasn't something he thought he was ready for.

Of course, he didn't have a choice in the matter. His master was going to shit in his face, and that was that.

The flow of shit started without warning. It flowed out of his master's ass faster than he could imagine, and the only reason it didn't immediately drop to the couch was because his mouth had been open wide in shock. The acrid, bitter taste of the almost liquid waste in his mouth almost made him vomit, and the only reason he didn't was because his mouth was so full that it was forced deep into his throat, the mushy material taking on the shape of his throat and filling it up like a form fitting gag.

He didn't have a choice in his actions. He had to swallow.

The shit slid down the back of his throat slowly, like a long stream of molasses. It was like it just didn't want to leave his throat and mouth, sticking to his throat, his tongue, his teeth, everywhere that there were a chance of it sticking. The bitter, strong flavor of his master's waste clung to his mouth, and no matter how he gagged, he couldn't dislodge it.

So he swallowed it as fast as he could. Damo couldn't believe that he was eating shit, but he was. And...he wasn't hating it.

He wasn't liking it, either, but he wasn't hating it. The soft texture of his master's logs pressed against his throat as it made its way down, conforming to the shape of it as it made its way down. It was like he was shitting into his stomach, rather than out his tailhole, Damo thought with a giggle. The giggle nearly made him choke, though, so he stopped that.

Slowly, the logs made their way down his throat and into his belly. There was so much, though, and it flowed so slowly, that a lot of the logs of shit fell from his mouth and onto his belly, some even falling down far enough to land on his sheath and onto the couch. Those felt kinda nice, though he wouldn't want to admit that. Still, he allowed a little more to fall from his mouth down to his crotch, and didn't feel too bad about that.

Draconicon pressed his butt back a little harder against Damo's face, and the cub panted for breath around the sweaty, musky ass in his face. There was just as much pressure on his face as there had been from the foot earlier, and the shit just wasn't stopping. It kept sliding out of his master's ass into his mouth, and he was forced to keep swallowing. It was moving faster now, and he actually had to chew it apart in order to get it to go down without choking him. He panted softly as he sucked down the shit, chewed the bitter, soft texture, and swallowed it again.

His throat hurt from having to swallow so much so fast, but he couldn't stop. He paused for just a second, and a full log slipped out of his mouth and onto his lap. The tip lodged into the opening of his sheath, some of the shit actually sliding into his sheath. The slick, soft substance rubbed against his cock, and made him moan around the throat-full of shit he had, just at the new feeling.

"You love master's shit, don't you, Cub?"

Damo panted as he heard his master start talking again, and looked up as best he could. His master's scaly ass and tail kept him from seeing much, but he could see his master looking back at him, and smiling.

"Slaves like you love the taste of shit, being a toilet for their masters. You love being forced to eat shit, to feel it falling on you. You love the feeling of being coated with master's scat, with having the warm, brown logs rubbing all over your fuzzy body," Draconicon whispered, each little thing making Damo moan more. "I bet you'd love me to just drop you in a tub, and get Isaak and Karlos out here, so you can feel their shit falling on you, and just bath in it. Wouldn't you love that, Cub?"

Damo knew that he would, and pushed his mouth and muzzle harder against his dragon master's rear. He wanted more of that shit, wanted more and more of it. Swallowing down the shit in his throat as hard as he could, the bear cub leaned into his master's butt. He pushed his tongue into his master's hole, and sucked the shit out right from the source.

He moaned at the richer, darker taste that it had inside of the dragon's ass. Damo pushed his tongue in as far as he could, licking at the logs coming out to his mouth, and chomping at them as soon as they came within range of his teeth. The flavor as they broke across his tongue, without letting as much air touch them, was so much better, so much more pure to what it was. He didn't just not hate it, he actually liked this now!

The bear cub grinned as he sucked yet another log into his mouth, and chewed it up into tiny little pieces. He grinned at the taste of it, and started to pull at another bitter log, another piece of dark ass chocolate, but the dragon pulled away.

Whimpering, Damo tried to pull his master's butt back to him, but the dragon was strong enough to just pull away. Turning around as he reached the other side of the couch, Draconicon looked at him with a small smile. "And here I thought you'd need a little more teaching to be able to deal with scat," he said.

Damo blinked, and blushed. He hadn't thought that he would get used to it so quickly either, but he certainly had. It was like a duck that had taken to water, the way he had taken to shit. He looked away from his master.

His master prevented that by lifting a foot and pushing it against his cheek. The toes pushed claws against his cheek lightly, so he was forced to turn his head back to face his master. Draconicon looked at him with a smile, and patted his cheek with the foot there. "I'm proud of you, Cub. You've done really well here, so far. I think that, if you continue to do well, you'll be ready to be out and about as the Club's main attraction tomorrow night."

Damo stared at his master. He couldn't believe that the dragon thought he was ready already. After all, he'd only been here a few days. Did they really think he was trained enough to try and make them money already?

The dragon laughed at him. "Oh, if only you could see your face," he said. Draconicon reached out with one hand and turned off the heat lamps that were still burning. The sudden cessation of the heat source made the room that much colder, and with all the moisture in his fur, Damo immediately started shivering .

Draconicon reached out with a wing. The leathery wing wrapped around his shoulders, acting like a blanket, and the cub immediately snuggled into it for all the warmth that it would offer. He sighed softly in comfort, and looked up at his master.

The dragon looked back down at him. "I think you're ready. If you'd taken longer getting used to the scat in your throat, then maybe I would have waited a little longer. But you did so good tonight, Cub. You did so good, that I'm putting you out and having you service other masters tomorrow night. I know you'll enjoy that."

Thinking about it, Damo was pretty sure that he would. But there was one more thing that he was wondering about. Looking up at his master as he cuddled against the dragon, Damo asked, "Master...why are you calling me Cub, now? Everyone, even you, was calling me Slut for a while. Why did you change it?"

"I didn't, not really," Draconicon said. "In public, when you're servicing us or the others that will come to the club, you'll be Slut. That's what you are now, after all. But in private..." The dragon leaned closer, putting his arm as well as his wing around Damo's shoulders. "In private, with me, or Karlos, or Isaak, you will be Cub. You're our Cub, in this little family. You're our kid, the one we'll share, and take care of."

Damo just stared at his master. That, of all explanations, hadn't been the one that he'd expected. There was so much more to the dragon than he could have thought, so much more than he would have expected. He stared at the dragon for a moment, and then lowered his head.

"I think...I think I'll like that," he whispered, nuzzling against the dragon before slipping into a heat exhaustion induced nap.