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When the royal guards pledge their life to Queen Zoey, they indirectly pledge themselves to Pancake. Who is Pancake you ask? Well he is Queen Zoey's royal pet of course! A royal guard stands at attention inside Pancakes massive playroom at all times with the official reasoning being to protect him from potential assassins that wished to bring harm upon the queen's beloved pet. In reality, it was to make sure Pancake always had a playmate. Queen Zoey ordered regular shift rotations for the guard detachment that specifically protected Pancake, changing every hour on the hour to ensure there was always a fresh plaything for him. One such guard was a toned corgi man by the name of Belman, marching towards his first day of guard duty in his new black plated armor.

He approached the double wooden doors to Pancake's room just as they swung open. A large bear guardsman stumbled out, reeled over wheezing and dry heaving as if desperate for air. Her armor was slimy and wet and dented in the torso area. In the bears peripheral she saw the corgi standing nearby and turned their head to look at him, "You-you here to... Replace... Me?" The bear asked in a raspy feminine voice. "Private Belman ma'am!" The corgi shouted, saluting his superior. Belman could smell a sour stench emanate off the bear and slightly wrinkled his nose in disgust. The bear coughed as she hocked up a thick loogie and spat it out on the floor, "Ahh.. New guy huh.." She panted, "You're in for-quite the.. Quite the treat with this one."

The bear now stood upright, standing a foot and a half taller than him. She cleared her throat before speaking, "I'm Lieutenant Priya, you're taking over the night rotation." she explained, "Do you accept your duty to protect the queen's beloved pet, guardsman?" The corgi saluted yet again, "With my life, ma'am!" Priya chuckled pitifully, shaking her head, "Ah you newbies are always so naive. I envy you." She spoke before lumbering off with a limp.

Belman walked in through the chamber doors and into Pancake's massive den. A cemented floor surrounded by black stone walls and a tall wooden ceiling. It was dimly lit with torches along the walls and the entry door being the most brightly lit area. Pancake's den was very spacious to say the least, you could easily fit two whole regiments in here and still have room. It was a bit unnerving how massive the room was, just what exactly what species was Pancake? The corgi took his position by the door, beginning his night shift until dawn when he would be relieved. A ground shaking footstep threw Belman slightly off balance, the booming step echoed off the stone walls. What the hell was that? Another footstep resonated, bigger and louder than the last, then another and another progressively becoming deafening. Belman could tell something was approaching him and stood on a defensive stance. Shield and spear raised, awaiting what came his way, but what came into light was a sight he did not expect in his entire life. A large foot came down as the creature was illuminated, a towering brown feathered t-rex stared Belman down with its magenta colored eyes.

Belman looked up in awe at the feathery creature, it was magnificent, it was otherworldly. He was lost for words. The corgi expected the Rex to chomp him to bits at any moment, but it just stood staring at him, as if checking hin out. Its round belly extended out, having recently had a meal. Belman saw the creatures tail twitch slightly as a soft PFFFFPHT! emanated from behind it. A sour stench soon followed, just like Priya smelled. Slowly the gears began to turn in the corgi's head. "Pancake?" he called out. The rex's tail began to move, wagging back and forth excitedly at the sound of the name. Belman eased his stance as he came to the realization. Queen Zoey's royal pet was a fucking Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Pancake began to turn about, turning until it faced away from Belman and it's headquarters now stared him down. Two gargantuan molds of fleshy orbs, each dwarfing the size of carriages and wobbled heavily with each step it took, a terrifying, but strangely intriguing sight. Pancake stepped backwards a few steps towards the corgi, stopping only a few feet from him, and he stood back against a wall. It's ass was close enough for him to feel the heat come off from above him. A strange low rumble came from Pancake's belly, working its way down into his intestines before' PRRRBBBP! A steamy sour fart bellowed out into Belman's face! He winced in response to the tingling sensation in his nostrils and waved his shield in front of him trying to fan off the stench.

Belman could be heard panting come from the mouth of the pet as a second fart washed over the canine, he was clearly having a fun time with this. Pancake veered his head around to look at the guard choking on his farts and wagged his tail in joy at the guard's response to his gas. "Ugh.. What kind of meat do they feed you?" Belman asked rhetorically between coughs. The butt of the pet came closer now, pressing right up against the corgi and pinning him against the wall. "NO NO NO STO-" the guard yelled before being encompassed by dinosaur ass. Only the muffled sounds of his yell could be heard from behind the butt, "HMMMPPPFFF MMMPPH!" Belman cried for help as the meaty cheeks crushed him. Up and down the cheeks began to grind, side to side they rhythmically slid against the stony surface with the corgi being the buffer. Though no pain was felt, his high quality armor protected him well and only left him feeling slightly compressed and hard to breathe properly. While he remained in darkness, Belman knew he was crammed against both cheeks at once, leaving his head plunged in the rex's canyon sized crack and while it was safer than being smothered under a single cheek, it left him vulnerable to Pancake's farts. BRRAAAUMMPP! A fresh thick fart pelted the corgi right in his face, a new dose of nostril burning sulfur.

Still, the t-rex happily scooted his posterior against the wall without a care in the world, spraying fart after fart, stinkbomb after stinkbomb onto the guardsman for a good few minutes, cooking him in dino stink before backing off and letting him fall to the ground with a clank. Belman coughed, trying to get the rancid air out of his system and take in fresh clean air as he laid flat on the ground. It was no wonder Priya was so exhausted coming out of her shift. The corgi put weight down on his palms and slowly lifted himself up onto his knees. As his arms held up his body, a brown tail slipped under Belman and coiled around him, hoisting him up in the air. Pancake held him in a firm grip in his tail as he walked off into the darkness towards another dimly lit part of the den. As the guardsman was swung around, he made out a big pink doggy bed not far ahead. No doubt the pet's bed.

As they approached the bed, Belman was tossed onto it landing on his back The bed was plush and very soft to the touch and he sank lightly into it. Up above was the familiar sight of Pancake's ass hovering above. Belman could barely move, Only able to watch as Pancake positioned himself before crashing his blubbery feathery ass on top of the corgi. Pancake sank deep into the bed from his hefty weight and in turn sinking Belman deep as well. As he was smushed further down, the guardsman found himself forcibly wedged in the trex's asscrack. The two mountains of fat squeezed around the guardsman's armor, making it creak from the PSI as he was crammed deeper in dino crack. Further and further the corgi went up, where he would end up he did not want to imagine, though he didn't need to as he soon came face to face with Pancake's tailhole. A black ring wrapped around Belman's face and head, holding it tightly in place. A good fit that let little in and little out.

The warmth of the beast's body heat caked the corgi's face in damp sweat and musk, the after-smell of preceding farts lingered so in Pancake's bowels. Some rhythmic weight shifting from above indicated that the royal pet was laying down to sleep, taking slightly less pressure off of Belman, but leaving him trapped in for the night. Belman's shift started at midnight and the night rotation ended at six in the morning. He now had to sit through six hours straight of smelling Pancake's asshole. The guard sighed deeply in his thoughts, at least it couldn't get worse. As Pancake lied down slumbering off, his bowels loosened up.

GRRROOORRN Pancake's loud digestive tract came back to life with an ominous roar. How could he STILL be gassy? Belman though to himself as the bubble of methane came closer by the second. PBBRRUUUUPPFFF The first wave of new farts hit the corgi full force. Most, if not all, of the blast went up his nose or in his mouth. His throat dried up, feeling sore from gulping down the sizzling fart. Belman couldn't even struggle the least bit, his arms were forced to his sides through his armor in the tightly cramped space. The heat already began building up after just a single blast. Belman found himself already beginning to sweat, dripping down his face and slipping down onto his black plated armor. BRRRNNNNT BLLRRRRBBPFF FRRRLLLLBBT Now Pancake's intestines were really kicking in, slapping Belman with three consecutive farts, each smellier and raunchier than the last. The levels of potency forced tears out of the canine guard's eyes. His mind felt like it was beginning to melt from the combination of sultriness and fetor. Miasma wavered around Belman's limited breathing space, the feeling of a reverse sneeze hit him each time he inhaled the tainted air.

Throughout the entirety of Pancake's beauty sleep, Belman fell in and out of consciousness. One moment he will black out from a single silent fart, the next he's woken up by a boisterous bubbly fart. Luckily, (or unfortunately depending on how you see it), his body quickly adapted to the agonizing conditions. His breathing sated by being able to take in the little bits of oxygen that came through the confines of the t-rex's anus mixed with Pancake's dreadful fumes to act as his air supply to keep him alive. While absolutely disgusting, it was better than death. Or maybe it wasn't, Belman could not think properly.

As dawn came around, sweet little Pancake woke with a soft, almost squeaky yawn before sitting up that was barely audible to Belman. Another hot burst greeted the guard, PRRFFFRRP which he reluctantly sucked down. Pancake's cheeks slightly parted as his tail squirmed inside and yet again wrapped around the corgi before pulling him out. There lied the guardsman: red eyed, baggy eyed, sopping wet and twitching in his newly dented armor. His vision was nothing but blurry squares and bright light sources. Above, he could barely make out the blurry brown figure that was Pancake looking down at him. The t-rex leaned down and from what little Belman could comprehend, gave him a lick on the face. Belman could not be angry at Pancake, he was just a pet after all. He was just being playful and didn't know any better. Pancake meant no harm, besides the guard wasn't really hurt. Belman clumsily rolled over off the bed and stumbled onto his feet, holding onto the bed for balance. The corgi looked in the general direction of the t-rex, "Jour-a-good-boyy-pincake." He sloppily complimented, earning a happy purr from the pet.

Belman lumbered over to the doors, swaying and nearly tripping over himself as if a drunken state, eventually reaching the doors and throwing them open and stepping outside the pet's chamber. He leaned against the wall across from the doors, catching his bearings before noticing a figure standing in the side of his vision. Lazily, the corgi peered over to see a german shepherd guard standing before him in shiny new armor. "Private Sharla reporting for first rotation sir!" She saluted. Belman chuckled, "Ssho you musht-be my replashement.." He slurred. "Ye-yes sir." Sharla hesitated to say, catching a whiff of the corgi's reeking self and holding a hand to her nose as she walked past him to go inside Pancake's chambers. Belman stumbled down the hallway, keeping himself from falling by leaning on the wall the entire way. Down the hall behind him, he could hear Sharla's scream of terror before being silenced by a thundering BOOM. "Tsst. Newbies..." Belman snickered to himself as he continued his way sluggishly down to the barracks.