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Vince cleared his throat and straightened his tie, looking into the camera he'd acquired for the day. The accompanying teleprompter was set up next to it, paused for the moment with the first line visible. While at the end of the day it wasn't extremely important, he did want to make sure his appearance was as good as possible for those who didn't watch through to the end.

Ready to go for it, he laid his forearms down on the desk in front of him and interlaced his fingers, scaly paws intertwined as he put on his best smile for the camera. The dragon pressed a button to his right and saw numbers flash across the top of the teleprompter, counting him down. With a final blink, he launched into his speech.

"Greetings, Springfield! I'm sure you all know and love 'Burger Shack', the diner on Lakeshore Drive, a local favorite for decades. However, I'm here to tell you some exciting news - it's come under new management! Yes, the old owner has decided to pass it on to me, but never fear - we're launching some exciting new upgrades! We've got new food," he paused for a moment, waiting for the teleprompter to scroll up a bit, knowing his editor would put in different images there of some of their menu items.

"We've got new staff," he continued, again pausing for the images of the staff that would be shown, "and last but not least, we've got a new name. So let me introduce you to...The Fox Hole!" he finished, pausing for a brief second as the camera would pan out to reveal the restaurant's new sign above the door.

"We've got all your old favorites, and some new stuff too," he started, but this time paused unexpectedly. His gaze into the camera intensified, grin widening a bit as it did. "So come on down to The Fox Hole today!" The dragon finally finished, sitting back in his chair and softening his gaze once more.

"How was that?" he asked, seemingly to no one from the camera's point of view. Down below, however, the fox kneeling beneath the desk pulled off the dragon's cock and licked his lips quickly, collecting the stray bits of pre.

"Sounded okay to me, sir. Why'd you stop so long near the end though?" he asked quickly, wrapping his lips around the tip of the dragon's shaft once more and making the trip back down it.

"No reason," Vince dismissed the statement, placing a paw on the back of the fox's head and keeping him there, enjoying the practiced maw massaging his shaft. He could feel the vulpine's tongue expertly manipulating his sensitive parts and swirling around the head each time it returned to the tip.

The fox was rather happy in his role at the moment, relishing any chance he got to service the dragon. He took great care to provide the best blowjob experience around, keeping his throat nice and tight around the fleshy invader. There was no doubt in his ability to take it all either - every time his nose met the dragon's crotch, he only pushed harder to take in more.

"Mmmm... you always know just how to treat a guy right..." Vince sighed, closing his eyes and getting lost in the sensations down below, feeling his hips involuntarily buck up from the seat occasionally. He directed the fox using his paw, not often having to do much himself, but occasionally wanting to feel the vulpine fully embedded on his cock longer than the mammal was comfortable with. He'd hold the smaller male down, waiting for his throat to convulse a bit from lack of air and really gulp around the length before letting him go, only to pull him back down shortly after once again.

It didn't take long with the service he was getting to feel his fun coming to an end. As much as he'd have loved to keep the experience going longer, it wasn't meant to be. "Don't...swallow...it all..." he managed to grunt, barely keeping it together long enough to get his demand out before it turned into a roar, cock throbbing madly as it unleashed the torrent of seed into the fox's stomach.

At first, the fox couldn't have kept it in his muzzle if he wanted. The dragon was holding his head firmly down all the way, the vulpine's nose buried in Vince's crotch as cum rocketed into his gut, feeling each pulse along the shaft. As the dragon relaxed his grip though, the fox pulled off until just the tip was inside his muzzle, feeling each blast directly across his tongue. It was weaker by this point, but still tasted just as potent as the fox collected his prize. He only swallowed when he had to, keeping his cheeks full of the stuff and savoring it as long as possible. The final few spurts entered his maw as he collected them, pulling off the dragon's cock once he was sure no more was coming out.

Vince lay back panting, knowing without a doubt the fox had carried out his orders. His breath took a while to return to him, but when it did, he finally looked down. There, between his legs and still beneath his erect shaft was the vulpine, sitting there proudly with his lips slightly open, showing off the prize within.

"As cute as you are down there...I do want to remember this in the future as well. Why don't you climb up here and show the camera how hot you are?" Vince 'suggested', already feeling the fox brush past his legs and cock as he stood up.

As the fox got to his feet, still dressed in rather formal clothes, the dragon did as well. The two matched nicely - the dragon in his jacket and tie without wearing pants, saliva-slicked cock now standing proudly above the desk. The fox to his left was fully clothed, but a rather obvious bulge stood out in front of his pants. Up higher, his mouth was now fully open, showing just how full of dragon cum it was. He swished it around a bit more, showing it off with pride before Vince finally told him to swallow. The vulpine did so, closing his lips briefly and letting out a pleased exhale, tongue rolled out for the camera.

"Good slut," the dragon commended, slapping the fox on the ass. "Now get back to work."

With a nod, the vulpine grabbed his order pad and pen off the desk and headed back out of the dragon's office. When the door shut, Vince finally reached over and stopped the camera recording. He'd get the tape sent over to his editor later. Somehow, he didn't think it'd be a problem to get two tapes made of what was on there, one for the commercial and the other showing his more entertaining acts. After all, he had managed to get the same guy to loan him this filming equipment for free.

Vince returned to his seat for the moment, thinking about what was to come. The commercial was set to go on the air next week, and it was sure to be a busy day for the restaurant. He'd gotten it on the most watched channel during the morning news program, sure to catch the eyes of several watchers. It was one of the nice things he'd learned at Timothy Rance University - you could almost always get away with hypnotizing the masses if you weren't too obvious about it. Those that looked at the TV would be trapped in the dragon's gaze and make their way to the restaurant. Those that didn't just heard a commercial with the usual speech, and while they may or may not come, they'd certainly feel an odd motivation to do so. Proud of his efforts, Vince set the remote to the side and reclined back in his office chair, preparing for a nice, post-orgasm nap.

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Dean Woodward sighed as he leaned forward on his desk, idly flipping through the emails he'd received. Updates on applicants for the upcoming school year, confirmation from the city officials he'd corrupted that the university's expansion was approved, and a few videos sent to the staff distribution list from various professors of them abusing their students in all sorts of nasty ways. Nothing that surprised him too much, and the large blue dragon simply bookmarked a couple videos to look at later.

As he was about to move onto other tasks, however, he received an email with the subject "New restaurant - Vince." Intrigued, he opened up the email to see what was included. It was simply a file containing the commercial that Vince had shot a few days before, complete with the dragon showing off his fox at the end. Smirking a bit, Woody made a quick note about the new eatery and looked down.

"Well, Jacob, looks like I'm going to have to take off again for a few days. One of our old students has taken over a restaurant this time," the dragon informed.

"Aww, again? You have to leave all the time..." a fox asked. Down below, Jacob was nestled underneath the dragon's shaft, still semi-erect and draped across the vulpine's face. He was idly lapping at it, dragging his tongue through the chunks of waste still covering the length from his recent fucking. Jacob was taking his sweet time to clean it off, simply enjoying being nuzzled up against it. Even lower, his well-gaped hole was struggling to hold in any of the dragon's seed, still leaking out and pooling on the floor beneath him.

"I know, but you know as well as I do that I don't have a choice," Woody remarked, knowing full well he actually did have one. "We've got to make sure the students aren't doing anything to reveal what happens here at the university, and that includes keeping their hypnosis secret. It's a pain to fix their messes, and besides, it's nice to get out and see what they're up to," the dragon responded, reaching down and lightly pushing Jacob's face harder into his crotch, even though he knew the fox wasn't going anywhere.

"Yeah...but I still miss you..." the fox whined, licking at the shaft a bit more.

"It's not like you're alone..." the dean sighed. "You've got the whole student body to keep you busy, and Professor Irwin always keeps you stuffed full, doesn't he?"

The fox mumbled a response, sounding slightly annoyed, but never stopped pulling shit into his muzzle.

"What was that?" the dragon asked, tilting his head.

"I said his dick's not big enough..." Jacob replied, pulling back a bit to make sure his words were heard.

"It's barely smaller than mine," the dean said pointedly.

"Yeah, but it's still smaller," Jacob said defiantly. "I can tell. It doesn't stretch me as much."

"I'm surprised anything stretches you at this point, but just suck him off or something so it's not as noticeable then. Besides, you're probably too preoccupied with your muzzle up his ass to even get fucked half the time," the dean said with a grin, lifting a footpaw and nudging the fox's stomach with it, poking at the gut sticking out a bit.

"I do more than just eat shit!" Jacob said indignantly, though almost immediately undercutting himself by licking at the waste smeared over Woody's cock and swallowing it.

"Uh huh. Right, I forgot, your goal in life is something other than being a toilet..." the dragon said, relaxing himself a bit. As he did, he started releasing his bladder, sending his piss raining down over Jacob's back.

As soon as the fox felt the cock jump, he pulled himself back. While he was too late to get it all, the vulpine quickly got to work and sealed his lips over the tip of it, glaring up at the dragon. With his newfound knowledge, Jacob was fully aware that the dragon had put this programming into him, but right now he was only annoyed at how much he loved it.

"Yep, totally not a toilet," the dragon chuckled. "You'll forgive me, you always do. I'll come back, and you'll have your mouth on my dick before I even shut the door, same as always. Just be as nasty as possible while I'm gone, okay?" the dragon asked, knowing the fox wasn't going to pull off to respond. He simply grabbed his phone while continuing to piss down Jacob's throat, looking up Vince's number in their database of alumni and giving him a call to schedule the visit.

Jacob's annoyance grew less and less over time as he continued drinking, feeling the acrid waste light up his taste buds in the worst ways. The dragon was right - for as much as the fox loved being uppity, simply presenting him with a cock or an ass was enough to completely override any opposition he had to anything. He exhaled through his nose, settling in and mentally preparing himself for a few days with the university's lesser dragons, idly listening to the phone call above him.

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Vince woke up with a start, reaching over and slapping a large paw down onto his alarm clock, shutting it up for the time being. He blinked a few times, yawning as he rolled over slightly in bed, annoyed at having to be awake at this point. Today was a rather special day, however, and he knew he didn't have a choice. This was the day that the Woody came to visit his restaurant.

While there were several people who could cause problems for the dragon, none could do more damage than Woody. Annoying customers, city officials, hell even the damn president could be annoying if he so chose, but Woody could control them all without lifting a finger. All the dragons who attended Timothy Rance University had a good level of respect for each other, and Woody was known for indulging in many of his former students' establishments. It was no doubt that it was part of the reason he was visiting the restaurant today, but far and away the more important reason was to ensure that Vince was upholding the university's beliefs as an alumnus. As Woody so often reminded the hypnotic class, they were all responsible for maintaining the reputation even once they'd graduated.

After finally waking himself up, Vince hurriedly got ready for work, practically dashing out the door. His only change for the morning was to forego his usual shower to appear more customer-friendly, though today his only goal was to impress Woody. Traffic was light at the earlier hour, and in record time, Vince made it to work.

As he walked into the back, he found his loyal staff having followed his instructions to come in early today. The dragon stood in front of his roughly fifteen employees, all vulpines, trying his best to remain confident but letting some of his nerves show through as he spoke. Some of the foxes yawned as they stood around, not happy about having to be there earlier than normal, but none of them could resist Vince's orders.

"We've got a big day in front of us," the dragon said stoically. "I've got someone coming in to check things out around here, and if I don't impress them, they might shut the restaurant down. I know none of you want that with as close as you've gotten here, so we need to make sure everything's ready for him."

"Do you want us to clean up the place a bit?" interjected one of the waiters, looking around at the rather grimy kitchen and prep area.

"Clean? Oh no, the opposite. If anything I want you all to stop cleaning for the day. Don't go overboard and make it too nasty, but I don't want him to see any of you cleaning anything," the dragon replied. "He's very much like us - more so, I'd say, and the nastier we can be back here without letting customers know, the more impressed he'll be."

"Does that mean we can shit and piss on the floor now?" Asked the chef. "It's always annoying holding it and waiting for someone to come over to eat or drink it."

"No," Vince started. "You still have to use one of your co-workers. And before you ask, waiters, you still have to wait until the end of the day to eat since you have to actually talk to customers, but I'm sure our guest will be happy to help feed you then." A chorus of groans echoed out, but the dragon just shrugged. "Sorry, those are the rules, and I don't think any of you want to break them and get fired," he warned, which quickly quieted down the dissent.

"Beyond that, everyone, it's just a normal day," the boss continued. "Still serving customers, and our commercial airs a few more times today, so expect some big rushes. Get to it, start preparing, and make sure we're ready for the crowds. Same as always, make sure if you fuck before we open that you're not still knotted and unable to work when customers arrive. Dismissed," the dragon said with a wave of his paw, making his way back to his office.

Ordinarily he'd have stuck around and tried to make use of one or two of his employees before customers showed up, but today his nerves were getting the better of him. For as much fun as Woody could be, the blue dragon was also rather stringent in his requirements for students running a business such as this, and the consequences could be rather dire. He'd only laid out one for his staff - the restaurant closing - but that would just be the start. The staff would all be forced to go about their ways, potentially unable to find another job due to their unhygienic nature. Vince himself would likely be forced to forget he was a hypnotist, and while he'd only heard it as a rumor, there were tales of one dragon who'd been bound up on campus to be used as a permanent fuck toy, rendered mute and unable to escape from the torment of knowing he was being abused but powerless to fight it.

Shaking his head a bit, Vince tried to focus on his computer but wound up mostly staring at the screen, not even processing what was on it. His mind could only think about the upcoming day, both excited and nervous for it at the same time. College was one of the best times of his life, and the dean brought back those memories. The seriousness of their roles in society was also impressed upon Vince, however, and he couldn't focus as much on the fun as he'd have liked. Completely oblivious to how much time had passed while trapped in his own thoughts, the dragon was finally pulled out of his reverie by a voice at the door to his office.

"Uh...Vince? A dragon named Woody's here to see you - is that who you were waiting on?" one of the waiters asked, having greeted the blue dragon at the door of the restaurant.

Almost instantly, Vince perked up. He practically knocked his chair over getting to his footpaws, blowing past the fox in the doorway without a word. The waiter simply shrugged and got back to work, following the dragon back out of the office and resuming his duties.

As Vince strode out of the kitchen, nerves rattling around in his mind, he did his best to silence them and remember the good days at college. He put on his best face, smiling broadly as the other dragon came into view. Not a moment later and he was reaching out, offering his paw to his former Dean.

"Woody! So glad you could make it, welcome!" Vince beamed.

"Vince, it's been a while. Lovely place you've got here," Woody remarked, taking the offered paw and shaking it, glancing around the restaurant and seeing the happy diners.

"I'm quite happy with how it's turned out," Vince replied, only dropping his paw once Woody had as well. "Wait until you get the full tour - I think you'll be pleasantly surprised."

"I certainly hope so," Woody remarked. "You know what I left behind for a bit, so I hope this place can fill that hole," the blue dragon smirked, lips curling up more as he spoke, unable to resist making the obvious innuendo.

"It'll fill it in more ways than one, I promise you that. Let's show you where the magic happens," Vince said with a grin of his own, doing his best to keep his language customer-friendly for the time being. As he finished speaking, he turned tail and walked back toward the kitchen door, pulling a keycard out of his pocket and pressing it against the sensor.

"Security's kind of important around here, as you can imagine," Vince said over his shoulder. "Quite a few secrets in the kitchen we don't want getting out," the red dragon continued, holding the door open for Woody and walking around the short bend into the kitchen area. "Soundproofing between us and the customers, and that little turn to make sure they can't see into the kitchen when the staff goes in and out," he explained, Woody simply nodding in acknowledgement.

Once the blue dragon had full view of the kitchen, it became readily apparent why the measures were taken. Some parts were normal - foxes entered and exited, carrying orders for the customers and bringing dirty plates back to the kitchen. Others...well, other parts weren't quite as typical of a restaurant.

The most readily apparent thing was that all of the kitchen staff were completely nude. Despite this, the staff was generally professional - all were doing their jobs, focused on what they needed to do. Woody suspected at least part of that was due to Vince's orders - the place did have to make money, after all. A few moments in particular really stood out to the blue dragon though that showed just how depraved the kitchen was. The first was rather obvious when two of the cooks started speaking up. In the way that typical restaurants may call out orders that need to be prepared for the rest of the kitchen to be aware, two of them yelled in quick succession.

"Number one!"

"Number two!"

As Woody watched, only one of the foxes in the kitchen moved. Instead of heading to work on a specific dish, however, the moving fox positioned himself in front of the first one to call out, kneeling down and wrapping his lips around the small portion of the cock sticking out of the cook's sheath. Wordlessly, a bladder was released, and the kneeling fox started drinking. Woody watched as bulges traveled down the fox's throat, smirking as he realized just how much Vince was carrying over the university's nasty ways to the restaurant here.

It wasn't long before the fox had finished his drink and moved to take care of the second one that had announced his need to go. Rather expecting it now, Woody observed the kneeling fox shift around behind the second cook and work his muzzle up underneath the tail, opening wide and waiting between the cheeks. It didn't take long before the cook had a pleasured look on his face, sighing in pleasure as he was finally able to empty his bowels. The kneeling fox took it all in stride, slurping the shit down and licking the other's ass clean before returning to his station.

Woody looked on in approval, feeling his pants growing rather tight as he watched the show. As the toilet fox moved back toward the pile of dirty dishes in the kitchen, the blue dragon looked on quizzically for a moment, wondering why they weren't kept near a sink or something similar. It was soon made clear though as the fox picked one up and started licking it clean, leaving brown streaks in his wake until he'd finally licked long enough for it to start clearing up. Once the plate had no visible marks on it anymore, he simply added it back to the pile of clean dishes ready for use again.

"Enjoying the show?" Vince finally spoke up, grinning as he looked at the tent the blue dragon was pitching.

"I think you know the answer," Woody remarked, reaching down and simply unzipping and letting his shaft spring free into the air, knowing no one around would mind. He soon completely disregarded his pants, grabbing them off the floor and slinging them over his shoulder.

Seeing Woody's cock only made Vince feel more comfortable. The blue dragon was getting into things here, and if nothing else, one part of him certainly approved of what he saw. Things around the restaurant never slowed down though, and as he got undressed, he watched one of the waiters come back in from the main area holding a rather large garbage bag. Instead of heading out the back to a presumed dumpster though, the fox simply walked into one of the adjacent rooms and set it down, heading back out to the main area with a fresh bag for the can.

"What's he doing with that?" Woody asked, though he had a pretty good idea already.

"Oh, that'll be lunch in a few weeks," Vince replied. "They keep all the trash in the break room here for when they get time, but they let it rot a bit before they dig into it. Probably fifty or so bags in there right now."

"They eat all the trash around here then?" Woody continued, reaching down and gripping his shaft.

Vince nodded. "Yep. What you see there is just the trash the customers generate, but any of the cardboard boxes we come across, expired food, all that goes to their meals. You see Joe, over there?" Vince asked, pointing to a particularly overweight fox in the room. "We usually leave the grease in the fryers for a few weeks, but Joe's taken it upon himself to scarf it all down when it's cooled down and ready to be thrown out. Quite handy having a bunch of trash cans walking around here, never have to pay for garbage services. All of them have their preferences - some prefer the toilet duties, some prefer trash - but they all get fed well while on the job."

"Very nice," Woody said simply, idly stroking himself. "Well, I must say, from what I've seen so far you run a fine ship. I do have a few more questions though, ones I don't imagine you want to talk about in public. You have an office we can go back to?"

"Right this way," Vince replied quickly, turning tail and taking a few steps through the kitchen, turning into his office and shutting the door behind the Dean. The pair of dragons moved to sit at the desk, with Woody letting out a relaxed sigh as he leaned back, continuing to jerk off while they talked.

"Such a great gift, isn't it, hypnosis?" the blue dragon started. "Being able to create a place like this that fits your dreams."

Vince smirked. "Hell yeah it is. I owe a lot of that to you - you showed me how to use it the right way, and it led to this. It's not just fun at work either - usually I can get one or two to come home with me every night, so I'm never without a fox to fuck."

"Sounds like paradise to me," Woody replied. "I've recently taken a fox on as my assistant at the university, and I don't know how I ever survived without one constantly in my office. Best toilet I've ever used."

"You'll have to let me try him out sometime," Vince remarked.

"Only if you let me try yours," Woody quipped back.

"By all means. I didn't mention it earlier, but the break room isn't just for food. These guys usually take their breaks in pairs or more and fuck as much as they can in there. Once we get done here, feel free to hang out in there and make use of them as much as you can. They're all switches with each other, but they know to submit to any dragon that they come across."

"Good. As they should," Woody remarked. "Now as much fun as it is to talk about all the good parts, I do want to make sure you've done this right. It is the whole reason I'm here after all. If everything checks out, then I'll stick around a couple days and help give your staff a proper fucking, but if not...well, we'll come to that. So let's start at the beginning - how'd you come by the restaurant?"

Vince swallowed quickly, taking just a second before replying. It was a mix of emotions - having one of the other dragons back from his college days that he could speak openly with was great. No hiding his hypnosis, just chatting about the morally questionable things they did with everyone around them as if they were talking about the weather. When he was being tested, however...he knew that such a strong ally could turn into a dangerous enemy rather quickly if he didn't answer the right way, and one he couldn't hope to overpower.

"Honestly, it was kind of a spur of the moment decision. I stopped in for lunch one day, asked to speak with the owner - some elderly tiger - to let him know I enjoyed the meal, and things kinda took off from there. I realized what I could do with a place like this, and turned it into what you see today," the dragon paused, looking across the desk. Woody only nodded slightly in response, however, which Vince saw as his cue to keep going.

"It's a small town where most people know everyone else, so I took my time with this one. I met with the old owner in public quite a few times in various places and just chatted with him. I got introduced to a lot of people who stopped to say hello, and once I knew a decent number of people in the community, I decided it was time. Hypnotized the tiger, had him get his lawyer to draw up the transfer paperwork, and fed him some story to tell about how he wanted to make sure the restaurant was in good hands even after he was gone, and he trusted me to take it on. Made sure he and his partner both used the same story too, just so there wouldn't be any loose ends there," Vince finally finished, letting out a sigh as he looked to Woody for a reaction.

"Sounds like you did do it properly then," the blue dragon remarked, smirking as he saw Vince noticeably relax. "Stop being so tense though - look, from my point of view, there's no way you'd get like 20 foxes in here, turn every single one into a toilet that fucks openly during the workday, and manage to keep it all entirely hidden from the public unless you were doing something right. If I wanted to bend you over this desk and turn you into a mindless fucktoy, you'd already have a load in you with a second on the way. As it is, there's tons of other sluts out there, and I'd rather enjoy them with you than just make you another one of them. Understood?"

Vince sighed and looked down, slightly embarrassed but nodded. Regardless of how he felt, even Woody phrasing it the way he did left him with little choice but to release the tension, unable to resist the blue dragon's words. "Yeah, I'm sure you can understand why though. Obviously I like what we do with making these guys into shit eaters, but you're one of the few that could make me do that as well."

"Very true. Like I said though, if I wanted to bend you over, I'd have done it by now. Maybe it'll help to explain my thinking a bit - there's definitely a part of me that thinks it'd be fun to coordinate and convert the world to our ways. Make the world one giant toilet, turn everything into what's basically a full-scale version of the university. Then I think to myself that it wouldn't be nearly as fun. If everyone's already as filthy as we are, there's no one left to corrupt. It's always nice to turn these clean, healthy, normal furs into the staff you know and love, and if everyone's already like that...it just becomes normal, and isn't as special. It's a big reason I started the university at all - sure I have my own area and new whores every year, but it's still the same environment. I helped train you and everyone like you to build up pockets like this all around the world, and it's much more fun knowing there are others like us out there making society just a bit nastier. Make sense?" Woody finished, still never having stopped masturbating the entire time they talked. The blue dragon really did seem to get off to corruption.

Vince just nodded. "Yeah, it does. I'm sure you know the stories though...like how you...er, it's been said that you've turned dragons into slaves on campus before..."

Woody just laughed, causing Vince to tilt his head a bit. That was certainly not the reaction he was expecting. "You guys know about that? That was ages ago..." he replied, but quickly continued upon seeing Vince's nervous expression. "You have nothing to worry about though. That was after a chain of students constantly tried to challenge me for control of the university, sometimes even multiple at once. It got more annoying than anything, so after making an announcement telling them all to stop, I made an example out of the next one who tried. It sure as hell worked, I'll tell you that. I guess the story still does its job to this day," he finished, shrugging slightly.

"So...you wouldn't do that to me?" Vince bluntly asked.

Woody just waved the paw not stroking his shaft. "No way, like I said, I need you guys out here spreading our ways. I'd at least help you clean up your mess, and if I could just alter your mind a bit to make it something you wouldn't do again, I'd do that. Worst case I'd just find someone else from the university, have them take over your restaurant, and make you think you were a college student again so you'd come back and get taught properly how to do these things. Maybe make you eat my shit for a month or so. Not a concern with you though, things seem fine around here."

"I gotta say...it's a load off my mind," Vince exhaled, for the first time looking truly relieved.

"Good. Now let's get back to more fun conversation - I assume you at least fucked the old owner a few times before you sent him on his way?" The blue dragon asked, now with a huge grin.

"I didn't actually - too old for my tastes," Vince said. "Doesn't mean he got off the hook that easily though. Remember when I said I met with he and his partner? They got the same treatment these foxes got, and I'm sure you can imagine what they're up to in their retirement now. I did at least leave them a nice parting meal," he reminisced, now grinning along with Woody.

"Good man," the dean replied. "Now how about the foxes? How'd you get them?"

"Few different ways - I figured I wanted the least amount of fuss with them and dealing with changing their lifestyles, so I found most of them through a hookup app. Already gay to start with, just added the nastier fetishes. A couple I found through just random applications we've gotten to work here, but I at least made sure they were single before I converted them. Don't want to deal with random breakups and angry exes storming in here about why they're suddenly gay and smell like shit. They've all taken to it quite well though, and most are pretty open about it outside work, actually. I've seen a few flat out advertising toilet services after they leave for the day."

"What, you don't feed them enough here?" Woody joked.

"You know foxes, they're never satisfied. We could designate a single toilet for the full staff each day and they'd still want more after they went home. Fucking bottomless pits they are," Vince countered.

"Too true. The one I've got at the university...damn, you should've seen him the day we first met. Looked like he'd swallowed one of the other students whole with as much shit as he'd eaten. One of the professors - Irwin, if you remember him - had used him for one of the initial training classes, and they really went to town on him. I met him a full day later and he was still absolutely stuffed with it, even after flooding his pants. God I love foxes..." Woody said, trailing off and speeding up his paw a bit.

"You and me both," Vince replied, "as if that's not obvious enough already by the staff here. Any other questions though, before we go have some fun?"

"Nah, like I said, you're fine here," Woody replied. "Let's go-" he started, but was suddenly cut off by a knock at the door.

"Come in!" Vince shouted, wondering what this was about. The staff usually didn't bother him when his office door was shut.

One of the foxes peeked his head inside - a waiter, from the rather clean look of him - and spoke quickly. "Sir, there's a customer out here who's rather insistent on speaking with the owner. He's really unhappy with his food..."

While normal restaurant managers or owners may have groaned at having to deal with an unhappy customer, Vince could only grin. He stood up from his desk, nodding to the fox at the doorway. "Thank you, I'll come take care of him," he said simply, just before turning back toward Woody. "I'll be back with our first bit of entertainment in a minute," he said happily, though quickly turned to frustration as he started to adjust himself, doing his best to hide the semi he'd gotten just from chatting with the blue dragon.

Vince sighed as he got his shaft pointed down one of his legs well enough to hide it, though keeping it down was a challenge as thoughts raced through his mind about what was to come. He followed his waiter out from the kitchen and to one of the tables, being led to a wolf who was dining alone. The lupine clearly had an annoyed expression on his face, though that was putting it mildly when he spoke.

"Fucking finally!" he roared, not really caring who heard him. A few curious patrons turned their heads to look, but most just tried to avert their gaze.

"Something the problem, sir?" Vince asked, putting on his best customer service smile.

"I'll say! This food's cold as shit, and it took forever to get out here! What'd you do, leave it in the kitchen for an hour before you decided I was finally worth the time to serve?" the wolf snarled.

"I do apologize sir, we try our best to make sure our customers are served on time. I notice, however, that you've eaten nearly the entire plate before complaining about it," Vince pointed out, now having trouble not flat out grinning at the wolf.

"So what? You think I'm just trying for a free meal? I oughta call the health inspector on your ass! Serving food this cold can't be right," the wolf continued, now standing up and poking his finger into Vince's chest. The aggression was almost comical at this point, with the lupine looking absolutely tiny next to the dragon towering over him. The wolf's ears barely reached Vince's shoulders, and he had to reach upward just to poke his finger into the chest before him. Next to any of the foxes, the customer would have been on the taller side - a similar height, but not too far off. Vince, however, could have picked up the wolf with one paw like it was nothing.

"You're right, of course. Why don't we go back to my office? I can take a formal statement from you to record the complaint, and I can make sure you get a properly warm meal - free of charge, of course," Vince offered.

"Fine, but don't think I'm letting you off the hook that easily. I'm still calling the health inspector," the wolf growled, starting to follow Vince to the back.

"As is your right," Vince said as they walked, swiping his card and gaining entry to the kitchen. "I will say the health inspector will be here Thursday anyway for a routine inspection. You're welcome to come back then if you'd like to state your complaint in person."

"I just might do that," the wolf said briefly, still fuming over his meal.

Vince walked quickly between the kitchen door and the office, with the wolf following very closely behind. The dragon was lucky - he used the wolf's frustration and determination to keep him focused on the goal of reaching the office. Had the lupine turned his head the other way, he'd have noticed a kitchen full of nude foxes, but as it was, Vince was able to get him into the office with no distractions. Once he entered and closed the door, however, all pretenses were dropped.

"What the fuck is this?" the wolf screamed, quickly catching sight of Woody at the desk, still as erect as when Vince left him.

"This is Woody - he's going to help me prepare your meal!" Vince said excitedly, grabbing the wolf by the shoulders and turning him to gain eye contact. With his practiced ways, it took next to no effort to have the customer completely under his control.

"Told you I'd be back with our entertainment," Vince said to the other dragon, with both already removing their remaining clothing. "You too," the red dragon said to the wolf, "lose the clothes."

"And what handsome entertainment it is..." Woody said with a grin, standing up and walking over to the pair. He stepped up behind the lupine and pressed his shaft against the newly nude back, grinding himself through the fur and leaving a massive trail of pre in his wake. "I believe you mentioned we'd be giving him a meal?" the blue dragon asked.

"Among other things," Vince replied. "To use his words, his meal was 'cold as shit.' At the very least, I thought he needed to learn that fresh shit is anything but cold. Beyond that..." he trailed off, knowing Woody could certainly take it from there. Vince stepped up to the wolf's front, pressing his shaft against the lupine's chest and sandwiching him between the two dragons. The cocks were each half as big as the wolf's entire torso, a credit to just how large the dragons were in every way. Pre was constantly dribbling down both sides of the lupine, completely matting his fur as the much larger males began their work making a mess of his body.

"Wolf, you ever had a cock in your tailhole?" Woody asked pointedly, shifting his hips up and down slightly through the fur. Upon seeing the lupine mindlessly shake his head, the large blue dragon sighed. "Well, I guess that rules that end out. Can't completely break him without knowing who he'll run into later and get questioned by... Ah well. Still leaves us one end to play with. Kneel," he finished, ordering his last command to the lupine between them. Immediately, the wolf squirmed down to his knees, leaving him staring at Vince's hefty sack while the two shafts crossed above his head.

"Turn around," Woody said simply, doing the same thing himself. "Hope you don't mind," he started, now turning his attention back to Vince. "Been holding this in since yesterday waiting to use someone here. Had to make sure my fox got fed by some of the other professors instead, and he was definitely not happy with me. Let's make sure it was worth me holding it in."

"Now, back to you," he continued, swapping to his more demanding voice again, clearly directing himself to the wolf on the floor. "I see no need to give you too much motivation - you're here to be our toilet and swallow everything we give you. Until you're released from Vince's control, that's your entire purpose. Understood?" he finished, taking a small step backward until he could feel the wolf's muzzle on his ass. Upon feeling it move slightly up and down, he grinned. "Anything you want to add?" he shot over his shoulder to the other dragon.

"Nope, all set here. I'll handle the goodbye though - gotta make sure he comes back here for more, after all. Business is business! Now give him what he came for - a nice, hot meal," Vince said with a grin, stepping back slightly to give the two their space, reaching down and stroking himself slightly as he watched.

"Deal," Woody said simply, letting out a sigh as he started relaxing himself. "Be ready, wolf - it's gonna come fast," he said quickly. Down below, the lupine opened his mouth to follow the orders. Almost instantaneously, Woody relaxed himself and started blasting the tongue below with his gas, sending out rippling waves of flatulence against the mammal. Neither one moved in the slightest, with the wolf taking it full-on in the face and unwaveringly waiting for his meal.

The true dining experience started soon enough, and Woody wasn't kidding. The dragon's tailhole rapidly widened, and the first log soon forced its way through the new passage. With as long as it was being held for, it started extremely firm and chunky, a rather deep brown. Pre-emptively, the dragon reached behind himself and put a paw on the back of the wolf's head, keeping him pinned against the tailhole and unable to get away from the oncoming rush.

On the floor, the lupine had no option but to accept the waste. Woody's orders prevented him from closing his maw, and with nowhere else to go, the shit forced its way into the new body. Excrement quickly slithered across the tongue and into the waiting throat, stretching it around the log. The wolf didn't even have time to chew before his muzzle was completely stuffed with the mess, leaving only one path for the shit to go - straight into his stomach. Vince's control over his body was the only thing keeping the lupine from gagging for a wide array of reasons, from the taste to the abrupt intrusion of his esophagus.

The first log finished rather quickly, and the wolf didn't have to chew even a bite of it. By the time the first log was swallowed, the second was already on its way out and pushing it down, just as firm and nasty as the first. Despite not having to chew, the wolf did have to keep his jaw stretched to the limit, fitting his mouth around something nearly as large as his forearm as it worked its way into his throat. The 'easy' part was soon done, however. Woody's immediate pressure was released, and things started slowing down.

"Can't make it too easy on you - ready to put in your fair share of effort here?" he asked rhetorically, grinning as he finally felt he had more control over his bowels. The next batch of shit started coming, this time much slower. Between the more gradual speed and the slightly chewier texture, it wasn't strong enough to force itself down on its own. The lupine, operating on the orders given to him, soon started his work to swallow everything given. Once his muzzle filled up, he tried swallowing, but couldn't quite do it without a bit more work. His instincts kicked in and started chewing as he would any other food, sinking his fangs into the dragon's dung.

Ordinarily, the wolf would have vomited the second he got onto his knees. Neither of the dragons took hygiene seriously in the slightest, and both of them had rather heavy scents attached to their cocks. While nothing was all that visible due to the well-trained foxes who sucked them clean, it did nothing for the smell. If that somehow wasn't enough to push the wolf to regurgitating the supposedly cold meal he'd just had, the taste of shit would certainly have sent him over the edge. By now though, it was readily apparent that the dragon's hypnosis was enough to keep the waste down. Shit completely coated the inside of the lupine muzzle, wedged in every gap between the teeth and completely surrounding the tongue. Soon enough, he'd managed to make his first swallow of his own accord, gulping down half the shit inside at once.

Once he got started, the wolf was never given another chance to stop chewing. Woody was able to roughly gauge how quickly the waste was being consumed, as every bit that couldn't quite fit inside the hungry muzzle ended up mashed against his ass. It wasn't a perfect speed, but the dragon made sure it wasn't easy to keep up with him. Log after log barreled out, each one becoming softer than the last. The softer texture allowed the wolf to swallow much sooner, though the experienced feeder dragon realized this quickly and strained harder to keep the mouth full.

Not too much later the blue dragon finally felt himself emptying out, stepping forward and turning back around to face the wolf. It was always a fun sight, watching someone chomping down on your waste, but it was extra special knowing you forced their first time on them. The entirety of the wolf's muzzle was painted brown now, both inside and out. The two dragons watched and slowly jerked themselves off as the jaw before them worked itself up and down, softening the last bit of waste even more. Eventually, the last of the meal was gone as the wolf gave a rather rough swallow, sending it down into the sewer gut to join the other logs. His brown tongue hung out of his mouth as he panted slightly, having accomplished his first task for the dragons. Woody thought for just a second about whether or not he'd extend it, but decided to leave his ass in the state it was in - it was rare for him that there wasn't a fox nearby who'd already have licked it clean, and he quite enjoyed leaving it covered in shit.

"Wish I could stuff shit down every last one of their throats out there..." Vince mused, stepping forward again and jerking himself over the wolf's head. "This guy's just the lucky one who gets the chef special. I dunno about you though, but watching that, I'm not gonna be able to contain myself much longer, and with as much as you were fapping earlier, I bet you're ready to blow as well. Want to help me ice the wolf?" Vince asked with a grin.

"Definitely," Woody replied, stepping closer again and gripping his shaft. Both dragons kept themselves pointed slightly down at the wolf's head, jerking rapidly as they forced themselves toward orgasm. With as pent up as they were, it didn't take long before the red dragon fired off. Having watched the particularly nasty display in front of him, not a minute after he started did Vince end up shooting off, roaring as the first ropes of cum rocketed out of his cock and slapped the wolf in the face. True to his programming, the lupine did try to swallow everything he was given, but neither dragon saw fit to make that possible here. Vince aimed his cock all over the wolf's body, making sure strings of dragon jizz painted it up and down. He did, however, spend a particularly large amount of time making sure the lupine's head was drenched.

Once Vince started, the sight was enough to allow Woody to join the party. Before the red dragon's orgasm had finished, the blue one's had started, and hot cum plastered the wolf's body from both sides. By the time everything was said and done, not a single spot of head fur wasn't covered in jizz, and a good portion of the body below was nice and sticky as well - and all that was after the wolf had somehow managed to swallow about a third of it.

The pair of dragons stood side by side, slowly regaining their breath, semi-erect shafts still pointed at the latest recipient of their gifts. Jizz still oozed down the mindless lupine kneeling before them, dripping off random bits of fur and landing with a splat on the floor. As time went on, the white jets slowly faded to clear as gravity continued spreading the sticky goodness out over a wider area. Even without as much color, however, it was immediately obvious what had just happened here. If the scent wasn't enough of a giveaway, the wolf looked like he'd just run a mile in the rain, and the clumped-up nature of the fur sure as hell made it obvious it wasn't water on him.

Vince and Woody smiled as they continued standing in silence for the moment. Nothing needed to be said - they were both rather pleased with themselves, though it soon became apparent that they weren't done quite yet - a simple glance toward each other was enough to confirm their shared intentions before they looked back down. Almost perfectly in sync, both draconic shafts jumped and started giving the lupine his second shower.

Piss sprayed freely through the uncontrolled cocks, neither one of the dragons feeling any particular need to reach down and aim themselves. Vince's piss was a much darker gold, likely evidence of the free soda he was able to take advantage of in the restaurant, while Woody's was a bit lighter, though still violently yellow. That, however, was the only noticeable difference - both streams were powerful, unyielding, and as the lupine soon found out through the lowering of his head and opening his maw, horrendously disgusting.

No matter how bad the taste was, it would never come close to allowing the lupine to go against the dragon's wishes. He drank with reckless abandon, managing to flood his stomach even more than it already was. It was as if he'd walked up to Niagara falls and opened wide, just chugging away at a flow he couldn't possibly hope to contain. Piss flew everywhere, quickly washing the remainder of the jizz onto the floor below, leaving a much harsher scent deeply embedded into the wolf's fur. A month's worth of showers wouldn't be enough to remove this much stink, and Vince and Woody were only intent on adding more.

The lupine was hunched over, just shy of ending up on all fours, bent down to keep his muzzle in the path of the oncoming storm. Neither piss stream was particularly centered, but enough was finding its way in to keep all three satisfied. Every time one of the cocks jumped, the jet would spray over the top of the gray-furred head and onto his back, only to relax back down onto the tongue below.

Soon enough, the wolf was following the trails of the shafts downward, working his way after the dying streams, eventually rolling onto his back in the massive puddle and facing upward just to continue his drink a little longer. A pair of chuckles sounded out above him as he splashed in the waste below, but he paid it no mind as he continued drinking the last drops of his newfound love.

"Oh I wish we could keep him..." Vince said slowly, finally reaching for his cock once more and giving it a couple shakes. "He looks so cute down there like that."

"He does...You know how it has to be though. We can't just kidnap random furs all the time and have it go unnoticed," Woody replied, despite knowing Vince was fully aware. "Doesn't mean we can't have fun with them though - besides, everyone has secrets. There's just...more than usual that happen to be coming out as filthy furs these days as they find their new love," the blue dragon said with a grin.

Vince returned the smile and nodded. "Sure are. I'm just glad they feel so comfortable showing their nastier sides to us. Though before we let him go...I can't help but notice his little shower cleaned his mouth out quite a bit. We can't let him leave like that, and besides, he did come all the way back here to complain about his meal. I'd better make sure he's full before he leaves..." Vince trailed off, turning around.

"Kneel, and put your muzzle against my ass. Same thing as before - eat it all," the red dragon said simply, directing his words back to the wolf on the ground.

Quickly adapting to his new orders, the lupine stopped lapping at the stray urine and shifted back onto his knees, continuing to splash around as he did. Wordlessly, his muzzle opened and pressed firmly up against Vince's tailhole, lips sealing themself against the entrance. He remained quiet and motionless, and while Vince strained for a few seconds, the only sounds in the room were droplets of piss dribbling into the pool.

The first log soon appeared, but it moved slowly. Having an array of foxes to choose from around the restaurant, Vince never had to hold it long, but he always made sure to keep enough to make his customers happy. Rich, creamy waste pooled out into the lupine's muzzle, quickly filling it and bulging his cheeks out. The wolf found out soon enough that not much chewing was going to be required, simply mashing it up with his tongue and drinking it down like a thick chocolate milkshake. His throat had to constantly work to keep up with the flow, but that was more a testament to the sheer girth of the waste than the speed Vince was pushing.

"Ungh...." Vince grunted. "Such a lucky wolf; had no idea when you came in and tried to rip me off for a perfectly fine meal that you'd be getting a whole new appetite instead. Since you clearly didn't like what most furs consider 'normal' food, I think," the red dragon started, pausing to grunt once more as another log finished and wet fecal matter sprayed over the inside of the canine muzzle below. "I think," he continued, "that a new diet's in order for you. From now on, you're allowed to eat everything you have before today, but you won't enjoy any of it. The only reason you'll eat it is to maintain appearances with people you don't want to share the truth with, but your new truth is that the only food you truly enjoy is nasty, disgusting, hot male shit."

"You'll still try to hide it where you can, but just the sight or scent of shit will arouse you and give you a painful hunger, only to be sated when you next snack on someone guy's recycled food. Even a random guy farting within earshot will make your dick start leaking like a faucet before you know what happened," he paused once more, again to blast the wolf with his gas. The last couple logs slowly slithered out and into the waiting esophagus, but as they did, the dragon continued laying out the lupine's new life.

"It won't just be for food, either - you won't even be able to cum unless you're being nasty. You can still get horny from whatever, but unless you're either eating waste or covering yourself in it, you won't be able to get off. Feel free to try it too - in fact, I want you to jerk off tonight for an hour, as hard as you can, but with no shit involved. Then, after an hour, just reach down and shit into your paw - watch how fast you start shooting across the room," Vince ordered, finally slowing down as he stood up, not giving the lupine the chance to lick his ass clean, preferring it to stay at least a bit dirty. "Oh, and no girls either - the only ones who you'll tolerate in bed, and the only ones who'll tolerate you, are raunchy, disgusting, shit-loving males. Nod if you understand me," the red dragon finished, turning around and looking down and the compliant lupine.

"Good. Now, a few last things - first, obviously, you won't remember anything that actually happened inside the restaurant today. Your memory will be that you arrived, came in for a bite to eat, then met up with a guy in the back alley who covered you in this filth. No one in the restaurant knows about what the two of you did back there, and no one knows who you were with. If anyone does see you, you'll look embarrassed, but quietly admit you were doing nasty things with a hung guy in the alley, then move even more quickly back to your car. You won't remember having ever met either of us, or any of the other staff of the restaurant, and we won't know you," Vince finished, glancing to his side as he picked up on the sound of Woody masturbating all over again, trying to finish before the blue dragon started making the wolf even messier.

"Now, leave out the back of the restaurant, and get back to your car without being seen. You won't get your clothes back, and you won't clean your car of any of the filth that gets in it. And for good measure - you won't shower for the next two days either. Call out sick from work if you have to," he paused, now fully turning to his side and looking at Woody. "Anything you want to add?"

"Nope, think you got it covered," the blue dragon smirked, continuing to stroke.

"Alright then," Vince replied, turning back to the wolf. "Make sure you tell everyone that this is your favorite restaurant, and tell them that they have to come try it. Now lick my cock, say thank you, and do what I told you," he finally finished.

The wolf shifted forward and ran his brown tongue over the underside of Vince's shaft, leaving a very noticeable brown streak along it. "Thank you," he said rather automatically, before finally standing up and walking out of the office, leaving piss-covered pawprints in his wake. The pair of dragons waited a moment and listened for the back door to close, after which Vince blinked once more, ending his control over the wolf's mind.

"Nice work," Woody remarked, wiggling his toes a bit in the pool below. "Always fun to see you guys take my teachings to heart and show the wonders of filth to cute toilets like that."

"I owe it all to you - you started the place that trained us and showed us how to use it the right way," Vince said, spinning it around. "Just gotta show everyone the wonders of shit. I didn't even have to lie when giving him those orders - I don't think either of us will remember him without even his name. Lucky for you though - everyone here already knows just how wonderful being nasty is. I'll shut up though - I imagine you want to take care of that," Vince paused for a second, nodding down toward Woody's shaft, "and we've got plenty of foxes for you to make use of."

"Oh they'll all be used before I'm gone, that's for sure," Woody remarked. "Didn't get to fuck the wolf toilet, so going to have to go find a fox one that can handle something this big," the dragon remarked, now stroking his ego as well, hefting up his shaft a bit.

"They'll be able to take it, don't worry. I think I saw three of them all fisting another at once before," Vince casually remarked. "It's not like they can tolerate tiny boyfriends at this point, so most of them are regularly kept open even outside work."

"Well yeah, they're foxes - it's not like I expect them to be saints outside the kitchen," Woody chuckled. Even before you got hold of them I'm sure their asses were gaping. The only difference is now they provide their own lube," he winked.

"True enough," Vince said with a grin. "I'll come join you in a bit though - I've got a bit more work to do in here," he said, nodding back toward his computer.

"You know where I'll be. Or if not - just follow the sounds of crotch meeting ass," Woody remarked, still slowly jerking off as he walked out of the office, turning the opposite way the wolf had before and making his way to the break room.

Vince shook his head, smirking as he looked down at the pool of liquids covering his office floor. His footpaws were covered in piss and cum, though he paid that no mind for now. He walked forward toward the door to the office, splashing with each step he took, and poked his head out of the door.

"Drinks on the floor in here," he called out to the kitchen, turning back toward his desk, unable to stop himself from taking hold of his cock as he walked back through the puddle. 'That damn Woody...' he thought, 'he doesn't even have to hypnotize me to get me to jerk off like he does,' the red dragon chuckled to himself, settling back down and struggling to get back to work. The sight of two foxes who'd accepted the invitation and were now sucking down every last drop of piss and cum they could get their muzzles around proved to be too much of a distraction.

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A couple more days had passed, and not much had changed around the restaurant. The only noticeable difference was that the break room was much busier than usual. Woody practically never left it, either participating in or ordering various acts with the foxes coming in and out, and with a hung dragon always available, the staff tried their best to spend time in there too. Vince wasn't even sure that Woody had left the restaurant in the last two days, preferring to fuck all night long here with vulpines that stayed to keep him company. The new owner wasn't exactly free of guilt here either - with the increased lust around the place, he was far from immune to it, and found himself taking more and more breaks to indulge himself. He'd even started taking laxatives again just to put on more of a messy show for Woody, spraying quite a few of his employees with liquid shit.

What he'd told the wolf before, however, wasn't a lie. Vince was quickly reminded of his major task for the day as a calendar reminder popped up on his computer, signifying the impending arrival of a routine health inspection. These were always a great time - he'd make sure a few minor things showed up on the report so it'd look legit, but the guys who came to audit them didn't tend to stay in the same line of work for very long. Something about being forced to eat a dragon's shit and finding a newfound love of filth just drove away their desire to ensure restaurants were up to code.

Today's visit would be no different, and Vince struggled more than ever to hide his erection as he wandered out of his office to meet the unknowing victim. He strolled through the kitchen, feeling himself throb as he glanced into the break room to see Woody bending one fox over a table, tailfucking a second, and giving a warm, shitty breakfast to a third.

Knowing he'd be joining them soon, he managed to stay composed long enough to make his way to the front entrance. He walked past a few of his waiters, knowing full well the only reason they weren't "on break" right now was that he'd ordered them to remain presentable and professional during work hours, but that pent up desire meant they were even more wild once the customers were gone.

Giving himself a few moments to calm down, he stepped outside into the cool morning air, leaning against the wall of the restaurant and relaxing in the breeze. The effort was largely fruitless, however, as his mind refused to focus on anything but the sight of Woody taking full advantage of his employees. Just as he realized he was nearing full erection, he spotted a smaller male in a rather formal suit walking toward him, holding a clipboard. He perked up immediately, even more excited than usual as he made his first observation.

"Hey, I assume you're here for the health inspection? First time they've sent a fox down here," Vince grinned widely, offering his paw.

"Yes...I am," the vulpine started, a bit unsure of what was happening. It wasn't often you had someone even neutral toward a health inspection, let alone this excited for one. The only reason he hadn't noticed the rather large bulge in the dragon's pants was the height difference between the two, with the vulpine having to crane his neck just to look up at Vince. "I'm Arden, and...I assume you're Vince?" he asked, still a bit weirded out as he checked his clipboard for the dragon's name, nearly forgetting to return the pawshake out of politeness.

"Yep!" the red dragon said excitedly, shaking the fox's paw a bit harder than he meant to. He was aware he was making Arden uncomfortable, but that wouldn't last very long.

"And...uh, do you have a problem with foxes or something? Not to be rude or anything, but kind of weird to call out my species before you even know my name..." Arden said slowly.

"What? No, I love foxes! Why do you think we call this place The Fox Hole? Look, all the waiters are foxes!" Vince continued in his jovial tone, gesturing through the window.

"I...okay, I thought that was just a name, but apparently not. It's...not really my place, but you might want to be careful if you're discriminating against other species to only hire foxes. I'm just focused on health, but I know how the other auditors are, even if there's a 'theme' you're trying to set for the restaurant."

"Oh it's no worry at all," Vince said quickly, waving a paw to dismiss the concern. "Now..." he started, turning his gaze back from the foxes inside to the one standing before him. "Before we go too much further, let me get a good look at you."

"A good...what?" Arden asked, confused, tilting his head a bit as he looked up at the dragon. Slowly but surely, he felt his confusion wash away. His arms went limp next to his sides, and the clipboard even fell to the ground.

Working quickly to not arouse suspicion, Vince quickly gave his first order. "Pick that up and follow me please," he said simply, turning to walk back through the restaurant, making a beeline for his office. Vince's erection hadn't waned in the slightest while speaking with Arden, justifying his haste to prevent customers from noticing it. Once they'd safely gotten back, however, he knew the fox's mind was fully under control and wouldn't have any complaints. With a relieved sigh, Vince sat down at his desk and shucked his pants off, happy to let his cock free once more.

"That's better..." he said softly, chuckling to himself as he saw the mindless fox standing right next to his chair, the vulpine expressionless even as he saw the monster cock starting to leak a foot away from his face. Simply enjoying his ability to act as he pleased, Vince reached down and collected a few droplets of pre on his fingertips, only to then turn and smear it over Arden's unmoving nose.

With a smirk, he finally started speaking again. "I do believe you came here with a job to do, but you're going to do it a little bit differently than you might have expected. First and foremost - you are not to communicate any of your findings to anyone at any time, including to me, unless explicitly instructed by me to do so. Second, you are not to feel any emotion, good or bad, as you go about your inspection here. I want you to write down everything you'd normally find as an infraction, and be as thorough as possible. You are not to react to any of your findings - be purely logical, note them down, but then come back to me with them once your report is finished. You are not to enter the main dining area, bathrooms, or any other area where customers are at any point in time, nor are you allowed to leave the restaurant. For now, you are also not to interact with any of the other employees here. If they speak to you or try to interact with you, ignore them. They're all aware the inspection is taking place today and shouldn't bother you. Understood?"

When Arden nodded, Vince smiled. "Alright then. I'll be here when you get back with the report," he said simply, ending his control over the vulpine's mind. Arden remained expressionless as he matter-of-factly turned and walked out of the office, looking down at his clipboard for the start of things to inspect.

Vince's mind wandered as he kicked back at his desk - he could have gone to the break room to let off some steam, but if things went according to plan, he was going to be busy enough later and wanted to make sure he saved it for then. He busied himself at his computer, mostly killing time in anticipation of what the inspector would bring back for him. His erection had come and gone as his thoughts wandered to and away from what things Arden was running into, but just as it was dying off again, it quickly sprung back into life a few hours later when the fox entered the office once more and shut the door behind him.

"I've finished," Arden said monotonously as he walked forward and stood before the desk holding his clipboard, which rather obviously had a few new stains on the back of it.

"So I see," Vince remarked, quickly putting the fox back under his spell and jerking himself to full hardness once more. "Why don't you come around this side of the desk and strip down for me?"

Arden quickly obeyed, temporarily setting his clipboard down on the desk as he undressed, unbuttoning his shirt and undoing the fastener on his pants, slipping both off and tossing them onto the ground, soon followed by his underwear. The now-bare fox stood before Vince, with both males almost at eye level with each other since the dragon was sitting down.

"There we go...comfortable?" Vince asked, slowly sliding his scaled paw up and down his shaft, easily within an arm's reach of Arden, though for now the fox remained unsullied.

"No," the fox replied automatically, still holding his clipboard and blindly looking forward at the dragon.

"Well don't worry, you will be soon enough. Until then though, read out your report to me, but put some emotion into it. Present as you would to your boss about what you really think of our restaurant," Vince said with a grin.

The wheels turned in Arden's mind as he processed his new order, but soon began speaking as he was given permission to act naturally. "Before I start...I have to say, this is by far the worst place I've ever encountered, and I cannot begin to fathom how you haven't been shut down yet," Arden started, his voice finally gaining some confidence back to it, sounding less like a robot and more like an inspector again. "It's like you read the health codes and tried your hardest to make sure you violated every single thing on the list. Frankly, I'm appalled not just that a restaurant like this exists, but also that you clearly don't care about any of this stuff, and have employees who are...well, more than happy to work in these conditions, shall we say."

"I appreciate your honesty," Vince said with a twisted grin, paw moving a bit faster up and down his shaft now as he listened the fox speak. It was easy to get lost in the world of filth he and the foxes lived in, and it was always nice to have a reminder just how far he'd been able to push the limits of this place.

"Right, well, let's get started. I have no idea why I'm even still here, normally I'd have stormed out by now, if not just called the police on this place..." Arden said, shaking his head slightly and looking down at his clipboard. "Small disclaimer at the start, these are just my notes on the situation. You will receive a formal written report in 4-6 with proper mapping to health codes that are violated and how," Arden continued, clearing his throat. Vince remained silent, still smiling and masturbating, knowing no such report would be coming.

"Now then...Section 1, food preparation. No standards for food preparation seemed to be present - food was haphazardly cooked, routinely dropped and reused, inconsistently made to different temperatures and specifications, and no appropriate methods of preventing fur from getting in the food were found," Arden read, sounding more agitated with each word, wondering just how the customers could tolerate even eating here. The only thing Vince took from the first sentence, however, was that the wolf from a couple days ago likely was right about his food being undercooked. Oh well.

"This is more just a personal note, but it seemed like your employees were...almost unfamiliar with the concept of the things they were cooking as 'food'. I don't know how to describe it. There was hardly any effort put forth to make things look edible or presentable in a way that ordinary furs would find enjoyable. If mistakes were made following a recipe, it seemed like they just...proceeded, even if it made something virtually inedible."

"Yeah, they're not the healthiest bunch. The foxes out there tend to eat much more heavily processed food, they'd never eat something as raw as what they're cooking," Vince replied, adding another couple quick strokes on top of his usual pace.

"Yeah, but processed food still looks...never mind. I think I saw what you mean out there at one point..." Arden replied, sounding on the brink of nausea, but his duty to read the report prevented him from throwing up. "Which leads me to Section 2, Restaurant Cleanliness. Notes here are very short; I basically wrote 'everything possible wrong'. I couldn't find a single cleaning implement or chemical in this whole place. None of the cooking surfaces were cleaned between meals, even when different ones were made. The floor is covered in grime and my footpaws got stuck to it every other step I took. At least twice, I saw an employee squish a cockroach on the floor, then pick it up and eat it. The fox washing dishes was licking the plates clean and reusing them afterward, employees were scratching their ass and immediately touching food after it, and the only presentable foxes I saw were waiters that came back in the kitchen to grab orders. All other employees were naked, and covered in what I believe to be their own waste," Arden continued.

"Not just their own," Vince corrected, as if he was somehow helping, continuing to speed up his masturbation.

"That doesn't make it better!" Arden said, exasperated, unable to fathom why he was still staying here. "Employees were covered in shit," he pressed on, "as was nearly every surface in the employee break room. Trash seems to have never left the building, and employees were spotted eating from older, rotting bags during their lunch breaks. At least five times as I walked past, I spotted employees having sex in the break room, along with a dragon who doesn't seem to do anything here. When I asked him what his role was, he just simply said 'feeder and fucker', and asked me if I wanted to see a demonstration. I left before he could do so. Two of your employees were on either side of him, so I can imagine what happened next based on everything I've seen around here."

"Anything else?" Vince asked, the lust in his voice growing more and more apparent as his red, scaled fingers slid through the rivers of pre leaking down his length.

"One last section, miscellaneous. Restaurant was not able to be examined in full capacity - initial sightings of dining area did not appear to reveal any obvious flaws, but staff areas indicate a pattern of uncleanliness throughout the restaurant. Management does not prioritize health and safety in the restaurant, choosing to masturbate instead of paying attention to the findings in this report," he said pointedly, looking up at Vince for just a second, leaving the sounds of a slick paw sliding up and down a cock to permeate the silence. "Overall recommendation, The Fox Hole should be shut down and quarantined, and all employees and management should undergo a psychiatric evaluation," Arden finished, lowering his clipboard and setting it on the desk.

"Thanks for that..." Vince breathed, pumping almost as fast as he could by now. "Really got me going listening to you there. Just a few questions now, and answer them honestly, as usual. Are you single?"

"Yes..." Arden replied, unsure why the question was asked, but was powerless to prevent his answer.

"Do you live alone?" the dragon continued.

"Um...yes..." the fox said once more.

"What about family? How often do you see them?"

"Not very...I live about an hour from here, but my family's mostly on the other side of the country..."

"Good, very good! Normally I'd just send you away after I had my fun, but in this case, with no one around you to really question it...I think you'll come work for me. Now hold perfectly still, and we'll get you into your uniform..." Vince trailed off, paw now working overtime up and down his shaft. Arden remained silent and still as he stared forward, eyes locked on the fapping dragon. The scent of powerful, unwashed musk continued assaulting his nostrils, almost as if his head was trapped underneath the dragon's sack.

It didn't take long after hearing about all of his misdeeds, and after a couple minutes of masturbating in the fox's face, Vince finally blew. Jets of burning dragon seed shot out over Arden's face and torso, practically pouring down his body. It was if someone had dumped a bucket of syrup over his head, only with a much stronger smell. Vince milked himself for all he was worth, frantically thrusting his hips forward and panting Arden's front white.

Soon enough, the last few spurts of jizz dribbled out of the dragon's cock and either landed on the floor or Arden's footpaws. The lonely drops down below were soon joined by thick globs of cum running down the fox's stomach and onto his legs, pooling a bit onto the ground as Vince caught his breath. He leaned back in his chair for a while, admiring the sight of his new employee, feeling his cock jump every few seconds even after having let it go.

"I think you'll fit in well here..." Vince finally said, still enjoying the scent of his spunk permeating the air. "You've got a lot of training ahead of you though. I've got a bit of an orientation speech to give you, and I don't want you to stand there lifeless during it. That being said..." Vince trailed off, extending his legs a bit and planting his footpaws squarely in the puddle of cum underneath Arden, wiggling his toes a bit. "I want you to lick those clean, for starters," he ordered, nodding downward.

Arden quickly knelt onto the floor, doing his best to heft up the large sole before his face. It was no easy task, and Vince sure wasn't helping. If anything, the dragon was pushing his leg back down, easily overpowering the fox's arms. The most Vince seemed to allow was for his heel to rest on the ground while the remainder was raised in the air. Unable to do his task any other way, the fox eventually laid down on his stomach and started lapping, resting nicely atop the dragon's jizz.

"That's more like it," Vince praised once Arden had finally gotten in his desired position. "Since I haven't explicitly said it already, once you get those clean, you will quit your job as a health inspector with no notice, and you'll sign an agreement to work here effectively immediately. You'll send over a false report as your inspection on this place so that it doesn't need to be redone. You will move out of your current place and move in with me, until we can find you a closer home to the restaurant. If you're asked why you left the inspector's office, you'll simply say that you enjoyed the restaurant so much that you begged me to work here, and I couldn't say no to such an enthusiastic applicant."

Vince smirked as he finished the bookkeeping portions of his commands, curling his footpaw downward over the fox's head a bit. He lightly ran his toes over Arden's cheek, still able to feel the tongue swirling around the bottom of his sole, lapping up every last bit of cum he could reach. The fox's addled mind couldn't seem to grasp that licking from the bottom wasn't very effective since cum just continued running down from the top, but Vince wasn't about to correct him.

"You are not to tell anyone about the conditions of the restaurant or convey them in any way to anyone else," the dragon continued. "You will do everything in your power to ensure no one outside of the staff of the restaurant has any reason to believe this is anything besides a normal place, and you're all simply preparing food or doing other typical restaurant tasks. You will use the employee parking behind the store and go straight home after leaving the restaurant each day," he paused, smearing a bit more jizz around on the fox's cheek.

"Now for the fun stuff...we need to fix your attitude before you start working here, or you'll never fit in. First of all, if you weren't before, you're completely gay now - though I find it hard to believe any fox isn't at least a little bit already. No women for you, purely guys. You're also a switch when it comes to sex, and open to having it with any guy who asks. Around the restaurant, as you've noticed, it's basically required. As long as it does not violate any of your other orders or get in the way of your job duties, you will always excitedly accept any offers for sex or sexual activities you get from other employees here, and routinely make such offers yourself. The only exceptions to any of this are when you encounter a dragon - you will be solely subservient to any command a dragon makes of you, and you will always both be a bottom and submit to one, unless otherwise instructed."

By now, the dragon could feel his cock rising once more, standing proudly as he felt the fox working toward his toes. He tapped them on Arden's nose as he felt the muzzle moving dangerously close to them, only to soon feel those warm lips wrapped around one of his cum-covered digits and furiously start sucking it clean. Vince paused in his orders while the vulpine worked his way down the line, sucking each one clean and finally polishing off one of the footpaws, soon moving over to start on the next one. As time went on, the speed of the fox's tongue noticeably increased, clearly growing aroused by the taste in his muzzle. With Arden slightly on his side as well, Vince could see the vulpine's erection taking form, pushing through the jizz on the floor until it reached its full form. The new mindset was clearly taking hold.

"I think we need an additional cook with the increased demand, so you'll be one of those, and make orders as requested according to the recipes in the kitchen. As you won't be visible to customers, you are required to be naked during work hours. While sex isn't restricted to your breaks, it cannot get in the way of actually doing your job - we have appearances to keep. For example, if you and one of the other cooks want to jerk each other off while you work, or if someone on break wants to fuck you or suck you off as you cook, fine."

"As for fetishes on top of that, you've probably noticed the filth around the restaurant. Filth, nastiness, and being outright disgusting will be your main kinks, and you'll look to incorporate them in sex any chance you get. You are prohibited from eating anything that could not reasonably be classified as filth, and any piss or shit you produce must either be consumed or used for sex, both at work and outside of it. Eating your own waste must be a last resort - you must always prioritize sharing it whenever possible, and you will never turn down consuming another male's. Beyond that, any kinks you have are up to you, but you must be willing to try everything that does not put your life in danger at least once."

"The only other thing is that you'll obey my orders at all times, sexual or not, without question. The only reason you'll do something that overrides these orders is if I explicitly tell you do it anyway, and the new orders will take precedence, but these will remain intact once the new order is completed," Vince finally concluded, simply sitting back and letting Arden do his work. He'd almost forgotten he had the fox under his spell for a while, lost in the sensations of a canine tongue scraping cum from his scales. Knowing everything was in place now though, he blinked and removed his control from the vulpine, causing the tongue to pause for a just a moment. Once Arden had fully woken up from his stupor, he immediately resumed his task, if anything lapping more intensely under his own free will. He rather shamelessly reached down and started jerking himself off as well, seeing no reason to hide his arousal.

"Excited to work here?" Vince asked, putting his cleaned footpaw back down in the cum, not really caring about ruining the fox's work or keeping himself cleared of cum - he just enjoyed making Arden do the cleaning.

"Oh. Yeah. I. Can't. Wait," Arden spat, uttering a word quickly between each lick, unwilling to pause even for a moment between each one. Not a single thought was spared for his hard work having gone to waste after Vince re-dirtied his footpaw. If anything, he was already getting excited about cleaning it all over again.

"You can stop licking then. Let's get the boring stuff out of the way, then we'll start your training. I've got a rather urgent first task for you," Vince said mysteriously, though soon shifted in his seat and farted in Arden's direction.

Arden whimpered softly as he pulled his muzzle away from the footpaw, collecting a nice tongueful of cum to bring with him and savor for now. He stood up and got to work with Vince, with Arden fetching his phone from his discarded clothes. He sent the required information and resignation to his former boss, signed the new paperwork with Vince, and did all the bureaucratic stuff required to make sure there were no questions on the outside. Neither one of them could keep their paws to themselves throughout the process, with Vince working a few of his fingers inside his new employee and the fox gripping the dragon's shaft whenever he wasn't holding onto a pen.

"There we go, and...done!" Vince announced as Arden signed the last line on the document, practically ripping it away from the fox and storing it back in his desk. "Before we do anything else, I do think you'll want to get rid of this," Vince remarked, reaching over and grabbing the written up report Arden had generated earlier, pulling the sheets of paper from the clipboard and offering them up. "Go ahead and eat it."

Wasting no time, Arden crumpled up the paperwork and stuffed it inside his muzzle, doing his best to chew through it. At first it was difficult, with the fox unable to really tear it apart with his fangs, but over time his saliva broke it down and made it much easier to handle. The soggy forms quickly disintegrated and traveled down the vulpine's throat in chunks, with Arden letting out a rather proud belch once they were finally ingested.

"Good boy," Vince reached out, ruffling the fox's headfur. "Now I've got something much more filling to chase that down with," he continued, leaning to the side again and ripping ass against the chair. "Go ahead and kneel down," the dragon ordered, watching Arden lower himself once again into the puddle of jizz that remained on the floor. Curious to see what the vulpine would do, the dragon didn't wait for him to get in place - he started pushing as the fox was still lowering himself, leaning his head back and sighing as the first couple logs of shit rocketed out and mashed between his ass and the seat of the chair.

Immediately getting a whiff of the meal, Arden sprung into action. He shoved his face forward, muzzle slightly open as he forced it underneath Vince's hefty sack, looking for his treat. Shit soon forced its way into his nostrils as shoved his face into the growing pile, instantaneously followed by its presence on his tongue. Arden attacked the waste like a mad dog, vociferously tearing into the mashed up logs, pulling them into his muzzle and scarfing down the waste like he hadn't eaten in weeks.

"Fuck yeah...eat my shit, toilet slut!" Vince said rather loudly, breaking his usually formal character and showing just how turned on he really was. The dragon reached down and put a paw on the back of the vulpine's head, forcing him in even further, feeling the muzzle beneath opening and closing as it kept moving around in search of more food.

Even with Arden not in a good position to consume it all as it came out, Vince wasn't about to stop shitting. He'd been saving this for the last two days knowing the health inspector was coming, and it had to come out one way or another. Whether he'd hired the fox or not, Arden was going to be eating his shit today - it was too good an opportunity to resist, a young male muzzle entering his domain that he could corrupt to the filthy side.

Excrement continued pouring out of the dragon's behind, completely coating not just Arden's face, but the dragon's ass and the seat of his office chair as well. The awkward position prevented the fox from getting most of it, causing shit to even start falling down in clumps from the edge of the seat, landing on the ground below. Neither one paid it any mind for the time being - Vince couldn't care less about the state of his office, and Arden was busy chowing down on the bulk of his meal.

The fox's mind was lit up with pleasure as he tore into the dragon's shit. He couldn't believe he'd never tried something like this before, despite believing he'd always been into it. In his mind, he'd finally found a group of people who liked the same things he did, and he certainly wasn't about to turn down the opportunity. Scat completely covered the inside of the fox's muzzle as he ate, sticking between his teeth and absolutely coating his tongue. The only part of his head that wasn't brown at this point was the back of it, and more of his fur down below was growing brown as it was painted with waste that fell from the chair.

Once the vulpine realized some of his meal was falling, he did the only thing a sensible fox could do - he picked up what he could reach off the ground and slathered it on his cock, erupting practically the second the mess touched his flesh. His mind's corruption was complete, and he couldn't be enjoying it more. He sprayed his load onto the ground beneath the dragon's chair, pumping out every last rope of cum he could while never stopping his meal.

Vince acknowledged the fox's orgasm with a simple pat on the back of the head, but that was about it. He still felt the pain in his gut from holding it in so long, and the mounds of waste both in Arden's stomach and on the floor were only growing larger as he relieved himself. The texture started changing as well the longer he pushed, transitioning from the initial firm logs, moving into more of a soft-serve consistency, before finally just spraying diarrhea all over Arden's face. What was once clumps falling off the chair soon became a river, quickly overpowering the pair of cum puddles and turning them brown.

While Arden was in heaven and hoped the flow would never stop, Vince could feel it finally ebbing. Nearly three minutes after starting he finally felt the first break in the flow, allowing his sphincter to close for a moment, only to feel it blow open and shut a few more times as he sharted over the fox. Arden, however, could hardly tell due to the copious amounts still around his face.

"Oh that's better..." Vince sighed, shifting his ass a bit against the vulpine's muzzle. "It was worth it though, and somehow I know you think so too," he commented, rubbing the back of Arden's head, knowing also that the vulpine wasn't about to stop and respond. "I'm so glad you came by today...I had no idea I'd have another fox so willingly walk in here this morning, but we found the perfect fit for you. Go ahead and finish eating it all, then we'll introduce you to your coworkers. But no licking anything clean!"

Arden could barely hear the dragon above him due to the amount of shit that had somehow managed to get inside his ears, but he understood enough of it and certainly wasn't about to stop. He continued using his tongue to scoop feces from every crevice between Vince's ass and the chair, pulling it into his muzzle and chugging it down. It took another few minutes before he'd finished everything that hadn't fallen down, and only when he realized he'd gulped down every nugget he could find did he move to the pile on the floor.

After Vince felt the fox's muzzle move away, he looked down and simply watched as Arden ate, flexing his glutes a couple times as he felt the waste still covering them. His paw returned to his shaft, realizing that Woody's influence continued to grow - Vince used to be able to keep his cock almost solely for his employees, but it seemed the blue dragon's habit of always having his cock in a paw or a fox was quickly overtaking Vince as well. With a grunt, he stood up and continued idly jerking off, admiring the sight of the covered office chair and the ever-spreading puddle of diarrhea and cum surrounding Arden's meal. The vulpine continued attacking the pile from every angle he could, with all etiquette thrown out the window as small globs of shit flew out of his muzzle with each noisy bite.

It took another few minutes for the vulpine to finish, and as he did, he finally knelt back upright and caught his breath. His paws moved to his stomach, patting the lightly bulged part of his body as he realized just how full he was. The formerly-orange face was now brown, and a significant amount of his white chestfur had been covered as well. The fox's shaft still stood erect, knot engorged and covered in dragon feces, looking as if it were raring to go for round two already. A few seconds later, Arden finally realized a perfectly good dragon cock was standing erect right next to him, and immediately moved over to start lapping at it.

Vince laughed, letting the fox do his work for a few moments. Arden made more of a mess than anything, smearing the dragon's shit over his own cock, though quickly proved that oral prowess wouldn't be an issue. He stretched wide and took the first few inches of Vince's cock inside, lightly bobbing his head on it, only to be confused when the dragon finally pulled him off.

"I appreciate the enthusiasm, toilet, but we've got to get you introduced to everyone else. Besides, next time you get to play with this," Vince paused, rather roughly slapping his cock into Arden's cheek, "it's going in your ass."

Arden nodded understandingly, disappointed but unable (and now unwilling) to go against Vince's wishes. The fox finally stood up once more, smiling up at Vince before unexpectedly wrapping him in a big hug, smearing his shit-coated fur over the dragon's scales.

Vince was more confused than anything, but lightly returned the hug nonetheless. "Happy to be here I take it?" he asked.

"More than anything. Thank you for showing this all to me...I can't believe I've never done this before. And your shit...it's so fucking disgusting and amazing at the same time! Like, part of my brain says it's horrendous and to get it away, but a bigger part both tells me to eat it and gets off knowing the other part doesn't like it, if that makes sense," Arden said rather excitedly. From his perspective, he was happy to have finally found someone he could talk openly about these fetishes with. "It's just so taboo, and my stomach feels full to bursting, but...I just want more!" He cried, finally pulling away from Vince, giggling softly to himself as he saw the fox-shaped shit stain now present on the dragon.

"Let's go get you more then," Vince said cheerfully, turning and walking out of his office, leaving the mess behind for now. Arden eagerly followed, mostly watching where he was going, but the dragon's shit-covered ass in front of him kept stealing his gaze. The fox kept subconsciously licking his lips every time he looked at it with the recent buffet still fresh on his mind. Soon enough, however, the pair had rounded the corner into the break room.

Vince smirked as he walked in, almost sure of what he would find inside based on the loud slapping noises from the hallway. Woody was sitting on one of the rim seats in the room, holding one fox around his stomach and forcefully lifting him up and slamming him back down on the pillar of dragon meat, while another was down below clearly enjoying a meal. Another couple foxes watched as they jerked each other off on their lunch break, scarfing down a random selection from the garbage bags lining the room.

Vince clapped a couple times, drawing attention from everyone in the room as he entered. "Everyone, I'd like to present Arden, our new employee!" He said happily, putting a paw on the fox's back. "He initially joined us this morning for our routine health inspection, but after seeing just how much fun we had here, he said he couldn't resist joining us and practically begged me to take him on," Vince said, pausing to share a glance with Woody. The blue dragon nodded once at him in approval, understanding what had really happened in the office. "He's going to be one of our cooks, but he's got a lot to do before he really fits in around here. I want you all to treat him like you would any other employee, and show him why this place is really called The Fox Hole! Now, Arden, come over here and hop up on your back for me," Vince instructed, striding over to one of the two tables in the room, patting it a couple times.

The fox soon followed, climbing up onto the table, very soon realizing that it had been specifically designed for someone of the dragon's height to make use of. As he laid down on his back and looked off the end of the table, he realized he was staring right along the length of Vince's cock. The dragon quickly moved away, however, grabbing a few of the restraints that were already installed on the table and securing Arden's midsection, preventing him from getting up.

"You stay there until we let you free - no trying to get up yourself. Everyone else - have at him!" Vince said happily, moving to a rather heavily ripped and soiled sofa on the edge of the room, kicking back and watching the show.

The rest of the day continued with the same lustful tone as Arden was introduced to all of his coworkers at some point throughout the day. The pair of foxes who were jerking each other off started the parade, coming over and positioning themselves at either end of the table and quickly getting to work, spitroasting the new vulpine. As other employees wandered in and out of the room, they quickly learned of the situation and made an effort to get to know their new colleague. Whenever his mouth wasn't full, Arden introduced himself and even struck up conversations with some of the other foxes, though they were routinely interrupted when he was given a new cock to suck, or some shit to guzzle down. Some of the other coworkers climbed up on top of the table and bounced on Arden's shaft, while others stuck to stuffing his holes with knotted cocks.

After a few hours, Arden's stomach was slightly more bulged out, and not a single bit of fur on his body wasn't covered in shit. What didn't end up there naturally through sex was put there manually, with a couple of his coworkers taking great delight in shitting on Arden's stomach and rubbing it everywhere they could reach. Arden's cock was intensely sore with as much attention as it had gotten today, but he couldn't get it to go down and wasn't able to refuse any of the other foxes' offers.

Being the horny bastards they are, some of the foxes even started conspiring at one point to give the new guy as much attention as he could handle. Arden questioned what was going on for a little while, remaining strapped to the table for about half an hour without anyone else coming by, feeling the shit drying to his fur as he waited. It soon became apparent, however, exactly what everyone else was up to. As soon as the number of customers had died down, several of his coworkers took their break at the same time. Arden quickly found himself with not only a cock in his muzzle and ass, but someone bouncing on his cock at the same time. Two others satisfied themselves with receiving handjobs, while still two others thrust themselves against the soles of Arden's footpaws. Unable to find anything else to do, the remaining fox climbed up on the table as well and simply busied himself shitting on Arden's chest, sitting down in the pile and smearing it around. All told, eight foxes had convened around one and were doing their best to give Arden the ride of his life, really welcoming him into the fold.

That too eventually died down as well, and Arden went back to handling at most three at once for the remainder of the day. He'd taken at least one load from each of his coworkers by now and lost track of his own orgasms somewhere around fifteen, though that was hours ago. Quite a bit later, as the restaurant closed down for the night, Arden lay on the table panting, belching up a mixture of cum and shit, barely able to contain it all in his gut. Jizz endlessly ran down from his tailhole and pooled on the floor below, waiting for one of the unconstrained foxes to lap it up.

After having watched the display for most of the day, Woody and Vince finally decided the new vulpine was ready. They stood before Arden, looking him over, both dragons stroking their shafts as they surveyed the handiwork done by the other foxes.

"They sure did a number on him," Vince remarked, smirking as he noted Arden's eyes rolled back in his head in bliss, brown tongue hanging out of the side of his muzzle, and cock somehow still fully erect against his stomach.

"I'll say. He's only been here a day and he looks like half the students I see, and some of them haven't showered in almost four years now," Woody said approvingly.

"Care to join me in fucking him up just a little bit more?" Vince asked, already knowing the answer.

"I thought you'd never ask," Woody remarked. "I take it you get his ass, since you brought him in here?"

"Duh," Vince replied, already moving to his end of the table, lifting up Arden's legs and positioning himself at the heavily-abused hole.

"Fair enough," Woody replied, taking his position at the other end and already starting to slide his shaft between the ever-willing fox lips.

"Better hold on tight, slut - you want to fit in here, we're not going easy on you," Vince warned, though that was the last either of the dragons spoke for now. Neither one stopped pushing until they were completely hilted inside, feeling their crotches pushed up tightly against the fox. Vince had to struggle a bit, stretching Arden's ass further than any knot had so far today, but he managed to fit himself completely inside. A rather large bulge stretched out Arden's throat, and had he not had his stomach swollen already today, another would have appeared there from Vince's intrusion.

Nodding to each other, Woody and Vince pulled out at the same time, but that was the last moment they would be in sync. Each thrust of theirs rather quickly picked up the pace, but after a day of being abused, they figured by now the fox would be able to handle it. Less than thirty seconds after they'd started, each of the dragons were slamming themselves in full force. Every time woody hilted himself, his crotch would slam into the tip of Arden's muzzle and his balls would swing forward and roughly smack the top of it. Vince's shaft routinely stretched Arden's ass wider than he would have thought possible, pulling the fox roughly against his restraints each time he pistoned his hips forward.

Arden thought he'd gone through the most intense part when his coworkers surprised him with a gangbang earlier, but this spitroast was even beyond that. Both his ends were on fire, though pleasure overrode the pain in his mind. He could feel every last bit of Vince's cock inside his bowels, and could only thank his coworkers for feeding him so much during the day as his previous meals started reappearing. He lubed up Vince's cock with some of the recycled waste he'd eaten throughout the day, making the entry much easier to deal with. The pain around his muzzle was much different, but he certainly wasn't in any position to stop it. His head was hanging upside down and off the end of the table at a perfect angle for Woody to thrust into it, practically a straight shot through his muzzle and down his esophagus, bloating it out.

The sounds of sex only intensified in the room as the fucking continued. The rest of the staff finished up their closing down duties and had joined the fucking trio in the break room. Some busied themselves with lapping up leftover waste from the floor, while others found the nearest hole or cock and had their own fun next to the dragons.

Being pent up as long as he was while watching the show all day, Vince soon reached his limit, feeling the vice-like grip of Arden's tailhole milking him for everything he was worth. A roar echoed out through the room as he hilted himself one last time, shoving his cock as far into Arden as he could and started painting his insides white. Rope after rope of sticky dragon jizz fired up into the fox's gut, joining the countless other loads that had ended up inside today.

"Already?" Woody asked teasingly, still going strong as he roughly continued plowing the fox's mouth, though the sight of Vince claiming the fox's hole did excite him further.

"Sorry, this isn't my tenth fuck today," Vince said through his short breath, still feeling himself twitch inside Arden's ass.

"Eighth, smartass," Woody replied, "though I did piss in two others and shat in three more. Still nothing next to this horny guy," he remarked, reaching up and roughly flicking Arden's cock.

"That's not a bad idea," Vince slowly remarked, picking up on Woody's pissing comment. It took him a while to relax enough to release his bladder, but he eventually managed it, letting a torrent of acrid waste shoot forth and further stretch Arden's bowels. It wasn't long after that the pressure simply became too much and started pushing back out past Vince's cock. Liquid waste practically poured down onto the floor as Vince kept going, finally giving his new employee some piss in addition to the shit and cum he'd gotten earlier. As he continued, he noticed a couple of the other foxes in the room quickly coming over and starting to lap it up. He raised one of his footpaws and stepped on the back of one of their heads, grinding it down even more into the growing pool of urine.

Woody watched the show with interest as he saw the foxes start scarfing down Vince's waste, somehow finding a bit of extra strength to plow that much harder into Arden's face. The slapping noises continued for a while longer until the blue dragon could hold it no longer, finally hilting himself one last time and letting himself go, roaring out as well and blowing his load down Arden's throat. Unlike Vince, however, he didn't leave himself hilted the entire time. Woody had enough presence of mind to pull out for a bit and fire a few ropes directly onto Arden's tongue, which the fox managed to partially swallow before the rest dribbled out of his maw. The dragon then pulled out all the way and fired across Arden's stomach, even shooting hard enough to paint a bit of Vince's chest at the other end of the table.

"Thanks for that," the red dragon remarked, wiping up a bit of the other dragon's cum and smearing it onto Arden's shit-coated fur.

"No problem," Woody said softly as his orgasm died down, knowing the other dragon didn't truly care.

"Ass. I think he's all trained up though," Vince remarked, still panting slightly, ignoring the jizz now dripping down his stomach.

"Yep. Not much more we can do to him, unless you want us both to fuck his ass at once," Woody replied.

"Tomorrow, sure. We'll give him a bit of a break for tonight at least. I'm gonna head back to my office for a bit and take care of the closing stuff, and I'll be back to see you guys tomorrow. Have fun while I'm gone," Vince remarked, finally pulling his shit-coated cock out of Arden's ass, still dribbling a little piss as he did.

"You want us to untie him?" Woody asked as Vince moved toward the door.

"Tomorrow," Vince said simply, eliciting a devious grin from both himself and Woody as the red dragon finally left, leaving the blue dragon and a room full of horny foxes alone for the night. Arden felt a mixture of both fear and excitement as some of the other males convened back upon him, genuinely uncertain if he ever wanted this treatment to stop as he felt another cock forced back into his tailhole.

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No one had actually gone home that night, choosing to spend it both sleeping and fucking in the messy break room. Even Vince couldn't leave when he heard the rough slapping still going on into the night. Arden was still targeted heavily not just for sex, but for all toilet needs as well, easily consuming over half the waste produced between all the males that night and the following day. It supplied him with plenty of lube as well, keeping his ass full of shit for the next cock to slide straight into.

Vince stopped by a few times on Friday to have his fun as well, feeding Arden twice and claiming both ends another couple times, though the bound fox was noticeably exhausted at this point. The red dragon stayed true to his plan, however, and only finally released Arden when the restaurant closed later that night. Aching everywhere, Arden finally tried to sit up on the table, but his swollen gut prevented him from doing so comfortably, being completely stuffed with all manners of shit, piss, cum, and garbage. Vince eventually helped him to his footpaws, giving Arden someone to lean on so he wouldn't fall over.

"Going to take him home?" Woody remarked, grinning at Vince.

"Yep, until we find him somewhere closer to the restaurant to live," the red dragon remarked. "Besides, he needs someone that knows what he's been through right now to take care of him."

"Bullshit, you just want to keep stuffing his gut."

"And you'd do anything different?"

"Fuck no, but at least I'm honest about it," Woody quipped back.

"Fine, fine, I'm gonna shit down his throat and fuck his ass rawer than it already is. Happy?" Vince asked.

"Very. As much as I'd love to stick around and see what he looks like tomorrow, I think it's time I head back as well. Jacob's probably going insane without me - he's become rather attached to me since he became my assistant.

"Well yeah, you probably don't let him off your cock at all, do you?" Vince teased.

"Of course I do! He's got to get off at least for a little bit so I don't have to shit on the floor," Woody replied.

"Didn't realize you were so fancy about it, only using the finest fox mouths to cradle your feces. Just shit on the ground like a man!" Vince continued.

"Hey, if you want to shit where you want like an uncivilized prick, that's on you. I prefer to feed my sluts directly," Woody remarked.

"Guess we'll have to agree to disagree," Vince said, though he was still smiling. "It was great to see you again though Woody, and I hope we get to do it again soon."

"For sure. You know you're always welcome at the university - just give me a call and let me know you're coming by, and we can let you in. I know Jacob wouldn't mind the extra attention there," Woody mused.

"I'm sure he wouldn't, knowing what you do to foxes," Vince said pointedly. "Speaking of those though, I do need to get this one home, he looks like he's about ready to collapse."

"Fair enough. Until next time," Woody remarked, offering a hug to the big red dragon. Vince quickly accepted it, wrapping his arms around Woody and patting his back. With his lack of attention to Arden, however, the fox did eventually crumple and land on the floor with a rather loud 'splat' in some of the leftover waste. Both the dragons could only laugh at the fox's misfortune, and as Vince broke the hug, he reached down and scooped Arden up in his arms.

"Later, Woody," Vince said as they walked out of the break room, going their separate ways to return home. The red dragon carried Arden off and out the back of the building, glad for the cover of night to hide their departure. Convincing the city officials to remove some of the lights back here hadn't hurt either. Vince soon reached his car and dumped Arden into the passenger seat, climbing in himself soon after and smirking as he saw the older stains on his seats covered with fresh ones.

Arden groggily shifted in the seat, barely conscious enough to put his seatbelt on, but happy to at least be off the table for now. He slowly tilted his head to the side, looking over at the red dragon and smiling as much as he could, though his lips were well worn out by this point.

"Thank you..." Arden breathed, reaching over and putting his paw in Vince's lap, lightly rubbing the length to show his appreciation.

"No, thank you," Vince replied, reaching down and taking Arden's paw in his own, starting to move it up and down the cock a bit faster. "Lean over here, I need to take a leak," Vince ordered, not really giving much thought to Arden's current state.

The fox slowly got to work as Vince turned the car on and started his way home, using the little strength he had left to lift the flaccid shaft toward his face and wrap his shit-covered lips around the similarly shit-covered cock. As soon as Vince felt him in place, he released his bladder, giving Arden a warm drink to enjoy on the ride. The fox's lack of energy prevented him from drinking all of it, resulting in a significant amount dribbling down into the car, but neither of them seemed to mind.

As they drove, Vince smiled and rubbed one of his paws along the back of Arden's head, pleased that the week had gone so well. He'd not only impressed Woody, but found a great new employee he could convert from one of the least filthy jobs to the filthiest one. He couldn't have imagined anything having gone better, and he was reaping the benefits of it even now. Arden, though his mind wasn't in any state to formulate thoughts right now, couldn't have agreed more, and simply knew that he felt right at home guzzling piss from a shit-covered dragon cock.