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Dragon's Dirty New Job

Part four of five

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Varesh

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The last scene in his contract was, apparently, targeted towards a more niche audience, which was fine with him. It was, by far, the most highest paying of all the scenes he had been contracted to do and he'd read the script well, even if it did not appeal to him.

“I'm not sure this is one for me," he tried to broach with the director before the shoot, back in the porn studio with a large bedroom set up – as if it had all been sized for ferals with a giant mattress again. “It's just…very niche. Very…ah…dirty. Perhaps there is another scene that I could do, to fulfil my contract?"

He wouldn't have even minded doing a couple, to make sure he completed all he needed to, but it was not that easy, no, not when they wanted something specific from him. Of course, the director reminded him firmly that his contract was for four scenes and that was the one they wanted him to do.

One more can't hurt…

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He didn't know, of course, that they were punishing him for not behaving in earlier scenes and not quite living up to expectations, even if his videos were doing numbers and selling well. But that was a little payback from their side, only that.

So, he'd just have to get on with it – and never go back to the porn studio, no matter how much land or territory they offered him.

He'd eaten and drank well before the scene, for they supplied food there, and his stomach gurgled faintly, reminding him he was still digesting his food. Remembering that time when he had lost control of his bladder, he asked the director if he could relieve himself before the scene began.

“No."

That was all, just one word: no. As if that was all he was worth, the weight of all he had eaten weighing in his stomach as Brezzen gulped and hoped his bladder would be up to the task of holding out – all for just until the scene was over. With what he had read in the script, however, and the potential for flexibility and going off-script the gryphons in particular were allowed…he didn't have much hope for things going well.

The trepidation weighed on him as he was bound over the big mattress, the plush furnishings of the room oddly out of place, but comfortable. His tail, that time, was bound up and over his back, attached to the collar on his neck, all four legs manacled apart and his head drawn down by way of a second collar, tucked up at the top of his neck. That one had to be tightened, of course, to best stay in place, and he gulped reflexively against it. Even then, the discomfort reminded him he was about to do something he wasn't at all comfortable with.

Derriam was there, along with his brother, though Brezzen still couldn't see all that much of a resemblance between them. He supposed that was the way with twins, or just brothers. He didn't have a relationship with anyone from his clutch of eggs, but that was often the case with dragons.

At least he didn't have a muzzle or a mask on that time, though his stomach churned uncomfortably, hoping everything would be okay, that he could get through everything. There was little set up, a bud in his ear for them to communicate with him, but no one talking to him right there, not upfront.

The screens were out again, though they were dark at that time, not playing any dragon porn to get him hard and ready, nor did they show what was happening.

Everything felt a little more abrupt as the director called them to action and Derriam bowed down under the dragon, wasting no time in getting him ready with his beak and tongue.

“Oh, to have such a massive beast bound and helpless," he murmured, playing up his role, waving his tail high and making sure the cameras got a good shot of his back end, his twitching tail hole. “A cock like this should be savoured…"

He took his time, despite jumping into the scene with Nimmot waiting in the wings, his cock slowly growing hard, pulsing from his sheath as it filled out. Brezzen grunted and rocked back as the gryphon worked his way around from the dragon's slit, sensitive with the edges puffed out slightly, to his backside.

That was the part that was the most difficult for Brezzen to lean into, panting shortly and harshly as he tried to let out a stereotypical groan.

“Uhhhhh…"

It didn't sound all that convincing, though Derriam was most certainly doing something to him as he nuzzled into his backside, taking his time.

“Mmm… What a musky scent you have today," he said, for the cameras and not the dragon. “So thick… So heady… Mmmm, this must be coming from here."

He trailed his claw gently over the dragon's backside, pointing at his tail hole, and Brezzen grunted, shifting his weight. Brezzen panted through an open mouth, not chancing another moan, as Derriam leaned in, ready to prepare him with his tongue.

He didn't need the dragon's cock hard, of course, at the start of the scene. That would come in time, but he dug his tongue into Brezzen's unwashed tail hole with raw abandon, grunting as the curve of his beak pushed in against the dragon's scales. His tongue flicked out sensually against Brezzen's tail hole, though it was not a bother to Derriam, not at all. He didn't mind a dirty hole, even though it was obvious, in that moment, that the drake had not bothered to clean himself for a while.

The dragon's full stomach rumbled and gurgled faintly, making Derriam smirk. Oh, he knew what was going on, what Nimmot had put together. But he didn't have to do anything to help the dragon out, for he was just there to do a scene. It was not as if Brezzen didn't know what he was doing that time, though perhaps not to the extreme nature it was going to end up being.

“Mmmm…"

Although Derriam could not talk while he was digging his tongue into the dragon's tail hole, he still made a show of it, wiggling his hind end back and forth, his tail lifting. His anal ring twitched lightly and Brezzen panted, tugging at the back of his collar with his tail, though that only put more pressure on his neck.

“Unff… Ah…"

He should have said something but, honestly, the gryphons were the chattier ones there and he didn't have too much to say, not really. Brezzen always preferred someone else to do the talking – whereas he could say what he needed to with his actions alone. At least, that was what he'd thought before as he panted heavily, his flanks heaving for breath, tingling shocks of electricity coursing through him.

Even then…Derriam's tongue felt good, kind of. Not his kink, but all the sensitive nerve endings in his dirty tail hole responded, his cock out and half-hard, twitching. It could have slipped back into his slit at any time, but he would, at least, be ready for all that was to come.

“Mmmm… Wonderful… Oh…"

Although the gryphon didn't have nostrils, just the nares on his beak, he sniffed and made a big show of it, Brezzen grunting as quick puffs of air tickled his backside. It was ticklish and not the kind of thing he wanted at all, though he didn't know why the gryphon was lingering there for so long. Maybe he had something else in mind than what was to come?

“There's quite a smell here," Derriam said, acting mysterious, even to Brezzen, though the dragon knew he had to say things a little more for the viewers who would end up watching the porn film later. “Mmmm… Whatever could it be? Mmmmph…"

Derriam grunted again, but Brezzen lifted his head as a small order came through the ear bud.

“Okay, it's time for you to relieve yourself. Make a show of it, you know what to do."

He trembled. It made sense why they hadn't let him go beforehand, for that may well have made the scene more difficult, though there was a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that didn't really have any kind of place there.

Oh no…

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At least if he only had to relieve himself, it was just him. It was not on him, not like when Nimmot had urinated on his muzzle. That was something he never wanted to relieve, his guts churning and gurgling as if there had been something more in the food he'd been given before the shoot.

But he didn't have time for that, not as his guts grumbled a little more urgently and he shook his head.

“I don't think…" He grunted, clenching his jaw, embarrassment rising in his stomach. “No… I can't…"

“Okay, Derriam, you know what to do."

It seemed he wasn't going to be given a choice in the matter as Derriam took charge, licking and nibbling around the sensitive nerve endings on his hind end and tail hole. It felt good but also stimulated something deep within him, something that made him want to bear down, his hind legs trying to bend.

“Unff! No… Can't…"

His body wanted to squat to relieve itself, but that didn't matter, as he was overstimulated. And Derriam knew all the tricks of the trade as he worked the dragon over, forcing his body to respond and even snaking his forepaw under the drake's stomach to tease a pressure point that would help him give in, relieving his bowels of their ready load.

“Unff… Agh!"

The dragon could not hold back, not as his body gave in and he released, a steaming log of waste pushing from his backside. Yet it was not all as he had expected it to be, humiliation burning viciously through him, grunting thickly in the back of his throat. He couldn't even ignore the cameras all around him as he let loose more of his bowel movements, some parts softer than others. However, every loose movement came with another blast of acrid aroma, clawing at his nostrils as if even that scent was trying to assault him.

“That's better," Derriam crooned, licking at the dragon's haunches. “Give in… You're doing everything you need to."

He knew his role and that was to satisfy the dragon, even if it came off in aggressive worship sometimes. Bubbling farts broke Brezzen's backside as he gave in, shuddering in embarrassment, the sloppy, softer mess of scat piling up behind his backside. The reek dug into even his eyes and the dragon tried not to breathe too deeply, even though he still had to keep breathing, still had to keep on taking air into his lungs.

“Unff… It's…too much…"

The anthros around seemed to be having the same issue as a camera, shakier than usual, locked on to his backside, showing him just how softer bowel movements slipped from him, easing hotly over his anal ring and splattering down his hind legs. There were some harder ones still in there, but his body seemed to be struggling to catch up with what they had fed him, his guts gurgling faintly as he broke a series of wet farts again.

“Ugh…" Another anthro gagged, backing away from the camera. “Uh… Can't do this, no…"

They had to, permitted to plug their noses as Brezzen's eyes watered, wishing he could do the same. The smell dug even into the back of his mouth and he licked around the inside of his mouth and teeth, trying to sweep it from his maw. But there was no hope on that, not as more hot filth splashed down, marking the scales of his hind legs, another anthro backing away while the director rubbed a thick cream around his nose, stopping the smell from getting too much to him. He, after all, must have been prepared for just how vicious the final scene was going to be for Brezzen.

“Mmmm… Now, you really are a dirty slut to take my cock."

As if to add to his humiliation, Nimmot took his place, mounting the dragon with his hard cock bouncing off his underbelly, jerking back and forth in a lewd splatter of pre-cum that sharply contrasted the filth rolling from Brezzen's backside. Yet the dragon could not stop pushing out more and more waste as Nimmot mounted him, shoving his cock into the steaming, well-lubricated hole.

“Mmmm… Dirty whore…" He mocked, ramming in hard as Brezzen snarled, peeling his lips weakly back from his teeth. “How does it feel to be on the bottom again, submitting to a gryphon? This is your place… Unff… You need to be there…"

Brezzen moaned, shaking his head, eyes watering, a tear spilling down his cheek. He didn't think the gryphon was going off-script there, though that didn't mean he had to believe it too, the gryphon ramming crudely into him. The waste pushing from him still was softer by that point, even some parts watery, though that only made it splash back up against Nimmot's hind legs and his underbelly.

The gryphon wasn't bothered by that: he'd suggested the scene and done messy scenes before. He just knew his role as a dom and parted his beak in a smirk, leaning as far over the dragon's rump as he could while he slammed inside, the heated slick of waste steaming around his cock.

“Mmm… Can you groan louder for me? I don't think the microphones can pick up what you're saying, you weakling of a dragon…"

Brezzen growled, but he didn't know what to say. What could he do but take every stroke of the gryphon's cock as if that was all he needed?

He hissed through his teeth, Derriam under his belly making sure he kept his cock hard and ready, though Brezzen didn't know what he was keeping his cock out and hard for, no, not at all. He didn't think it would be used, but maybe it was all a show for the cameras. Maybe they still wanted to see his dick hard and aching while he lost control of his bowels, all for the sake of the cameras watching his every move.

“Guuuuhhhhh…"

He groaned, licking his lips, though instantly regretted it as the gryphon rammed in harder, short, sharp strokes driving into him, stretching his ass as his backside ached viciously. He'd thought being taken as he had been before was bad enough, but Nimmot had more in mind for him still, huffing and panting over his back while he made use of the dragon's sloppy tail hole. It slickened with waste product, slowly coming to a pause while his guts still gurgled, threatening at more.

Oh, how Brezzen hoped there would not be more.

Nimmot slammed in, grunting thickly, though he flared his wings and lifted his tail at that point of orgasm. Brezzen had no idea how that would play out on camera, not as his whole body quaked and he shuddered bodily, the gryphon unloading his heavy, swinging balls in his ass, filling him up. Cum still slopped out of him, oozing out alongside the sides of the gryphon's cock, Nimmot clearly enjoying himself in the moment.

The gryphon crooned, staying deep as he smirked at the cameras, even though there were only a couple of anthros there who could still film with the reek permeating the room.

“Maybe I should clean up a little," he suggested. “This is a very messy whore…"

He stilled inside the dragon's ass and Brezzen, for a moment, thought it was over, all over. But Nimmot sighed, relaxing against him – and then a hot stream of piss streamed into his backside, splashing out along the length of the gryphon's cock as if it really was trying to wash out all the scat from his backside. Brezzen trembled, not knowing what to do – and it was not as if he could do anything at all with the manacles keeping his legs far apart, locking them in place.

“Unff… Please, don't…"

His voice was low and raspy and, thankfully, not loud enough to be picked up by the microphones, or else it would have ruined the shot. Desperately, Brezzen focused on the camera before him, how it zoomed in on his backside, the stream of urine sloshing from him, hot and splattering. It didn't do all that much of a good job of cleaning him up as Nimmot had said, but it sank him just a shade deeper into another nuance of humiliation had he not thought it possible to reach.

The gryphon pulled his cock out, spending the last spurts of piss over the dragon's scales, trickling down, marking him with his scent. Waste and cum bubbled out from the dragon's tail hole and he grunted, closing his mouth tightly, a hard line running down the length of his jaw. It was not so much of a cream-pie as much as it was a mud-pie, dirt and slick and mess oozing out along with the gryphon's seed.

For the cameras, it was the money shot for their niche audience they had been wanting.

“Okay, cut for a moment! Get him into the next position."

Brezzen blinked, in a daze as they took charge, unchaining him and flipping him on to his back, though his legs were keen to buckle, weak in the aftermath of that treatment. He groaned as the was bound on his back instead, his hind legs splayed and his tail unfastened from the collar, so the position would be at least a little more comfortable for him.

It still put him in the mess of his scat, slick and rubbing into his scales. He murmured under his breath, his mind trying to shut down, to take him away from the scene that he was being forced to play out. His limbs were spread, securely locked down so there was nowhere for Brezzen to go.

And, even though he could have left before they bound him again, Brezzen stayed. Because he wanted the land they'd promised him, because it was his last scene.

He just had to get through it, whatever they threw his way.

Finally pleased with the position, Nimmot nodded to the director and the stoat grinned. They might not even need to use the sling with him, for that would only have dragged the dragon up out of his own waste. The stoat could see, from his position, what a good shot that was. It would be a money grabber for sure, one of the shots to hook in the viewers as the dragon squirmed, bound, in his own mess.

“Okay… Next scene… Action!"

The next part rolled on as Brezzen quivered and Nimmot strutted around to his head, his feathers fluffed up and his tail waving gently back and forth. He was the epitome of power while the dragon was low and dirty, though Brezzen's stomach sank. What could he even do about that?

“Hm… I think it's time for me to relieve myself too," Nimmot said, speaking directly at the dragon. “And you are the perfect candidate to receive my bowel movement… What a waste it would be for my scat to simply pile on the ground…like yours."

Nimmot seated himself comfortably on Brezzen's face as he grunted, squirming weakly, though there was nowhere for him to go. The dragon tried to shove him off, but his blue scales were sullied and dirtied already and Nimmot paused there, his guts grumbling obnoxiously.

“All that food too," he teased. “All that is coming through me too, just like with you. But more than ever, more than even you ate. The feast after the scene with Ahmeria was just the start of it, preparing you for this… The fans want to see you down and dirty, sullied, a waste of a dragon. And who would I be to deny them what they want?"

Derrian churred and nipped at the dragon's cock, his claws sliding through the mess of waste on the mattress, though he wasn't worried by it. Brezzen quailed and tried to turn his muzzle away, even if his head was trapped under Nimmot's musky rump.

“Smell me…" Nimmot instructed. “You need this, need to know your place. I took your mate and now I'm taking your pride. All this scat, it's coming to you, going to be pushed out all over you, your head… Mmm…"

He broke wind, a rippling fart rising from his back end, though the gryphon wasn't trying to hold it in either. He didn't have to, not as he treated the dragon to his farts, the waves of gas coming more and more frequently, ruffling his fur softly as they passed by.

“Mmmm… Is that better? You can better smell me now," he grunted, mocking Brezzen. “This is what you need, to be put in your place. And I think you know all that's to come too… This will not end anytime soon."

His stomach rumbled as Brezzen flinched and heaved, even if there was nowhere for the dragon to go, his bondage holding him fast.

“Stay still. This is an important part of the scene."

“Unff… But I…don't want to…"

Brezzen whined, not even trying to appear strong as the gryphon forced him to inhale – for it was not as if the dragon could ignore the stench or even his need to breathe. Even the gryphon's fur reeked, as if it had been laced with something putrid, something rotting, clawing at the insides of his nostrils, digging deep into him. But it was the foul reek of his gas that had the dragon's eyes watering well and truly, huffing and panting, straining futilely to turn his head away, to do anything at all he could to get a break.

Nimmot didn't allow that, no, not as he ground down, rubbing his backside over the dragon's snout, though he focused on Brezzen's nostrils. He was good at his job, after all, and only had to lean into the moment as Derriam nuzzled up under the dragon's belly.

“Oh, you are going to love everything he's got for you," Derriam breathed, even though Brezzen most certainly would not – it still had to be played up for the cameras. “The feast… Oh, all that food that's been eaten… It's all a prelude for the filth to come!"

Derriam stated it with relish, as if it was something that he was looking forward to, but that was just what the gryphon was thinking, panting and chirping, nuzzling into the drake's cock and sucking it into his beak. He caught it neatly without using the sharp edge, the dragon's shaft forced to stay hard as he worshipped him. Of course, as the power bottom, Derriam mainly focused on taking what he wanted in the moment, not worrying about much else. One thing he had to do, however, was to keep the drake's cock hard for the cameras.

Everything else, well… It would all fall into place exactly as it needed to. Derriam smirked, licking the edge of his beak, running his tongue up the underside of Brezzen's cock, from the base to the tip. Even then, Derriam knew the cameras were zoomed in on him, focusing on how he pleased the dragon. Surely the dirtiest of viewers wished they could be in place too, but it was Derriam, even then, who was the lucky one.

He always would be, as long as he remained good at his job.

Derriam chirped, swishing his tail back and forth to give the cameras a nice shot as the drake's cock softened. That wouldn't do! Why couldn't Brezzen just stay hard for him? The head of the dragon's cock gleamed with a hint of pre-cum, but it was not that easy, no, not even then.

“Unff… Seems someone needs some extra special attention."

Derriam crooned, but Brezzen only shook his head, the rippling farts and bubbling, grumbling stomach of the gryphon above him commanding the majority of his attention. To his surprise, Derriam turned around, using his hind end and the plumper round of his backside to grind into the dragon's dick.

“Unff… What are you…"

Nimmot rolled his hips back, stealing the words from Brezzen's lips as he forced the dragon to submit. That left Derriam free, apparently, to hump and grind against Brezzen's cock, even as his own stomach grumbled and groaned.

“Ohhhhh…" Derriam moaned, letting his beak hang lewdly open, though he had to stifle a laugh at another anthro backing away from the scene, stifling their retches. “This is gonna…be a big one! Ohhhh, it's coming!"

For it was not only Brezzen and Nimmot whose stomachs had been affected, although Brezzen was not to know that what he had eaten had been laced with compounds to make him need to go to the bathroom a lot more frequently too. His stomach grumbled and churned and the dragon let out a muffled shout when he realised what was about to happen.

Ah, but it was too late, Brezzen hacking and gagging as Derriam relieved himself with a messy, rumbling fart. The gryphon had no sense of shame, seemingly, as he broke wind, relieving himself messily as thick, long logs of waste pushed from his backside.

“Ergh!"

Brezzen snarled, but he couldn't snap with Nimmot dominating him, hissing through his teeth as a wet, splattering load of waste slopped over his lower body. Derriam took his attention away from grinding back specifically on to the dragon's cock, instead putting on a show, his shrill keens and moans cutting through the air even as the eye-watering stench around them swelled with every passing moment.

The dragon gagged, bile rising in the back of his throat, yet he had to push it down. He couldn't add to the humiliation and grossness, no, not when his own stomach bucked and roiled with disgusted fury. However had he got himself into that scene? Panic jolted in his stomach, a cold hand gripping him tightly, and the dragon hissed, but Nimmot crushed his head down, Derriam excreting everything in his bowels with kinky moans of relish.

“Ohhhh… Yes… Yes, I need this…"

The gryphon lost control over the dragon's cock, Brezzen trembling as hot, wet splatters of semi-solid waste poured down over his cock. It just felt like it all kept coming and coming, piling up at the crease of his hind legs and his body, grinding and digging into all the little gaps in his scales that the dragon didn't really ever think about.

He was aware of pressure around the base of his cock, though he'd only find out later that the sensation was Derriam taking a moment to slide a cock ring around him, making sure his cock would have a hard time getting soft indeed, despite what he was being forced through. Yet there was no arousal in it for the dragon as his eyes streamed with horrific moisture, tracking down his cheeks and muzzle, Derriam grinding back over his cock to make sure the filthy spattering of waste went exactly where it was supposed to.

The bondage cupped his body perfectly and the dragon twisted his head, broken, not privy to how the cameras zoomed in on his cock and showed off exactly how mess slopped over it, staining his shaft. The reek was not the worth thing anymore as he gagged, the sensations the worst of all – and how warm the gryphon's bowel movements were.

“Unff… Nngghhh…"

“Oh, look at how he struggles," Nimmot mocked, wriggling and grinding down on Brezzen's muzzle. “But how would it feel to take it over here, dragon? Would you then show everyone what a dirty bottom slut you are? That you were never made or bred to fuck anyone else, that you always were meant to be a gryphon's whore?"

“Mmmph!"

The dragon gnashed his jaws and Nimmot raised his hips off him, guts grumbling. Ah, so it was time…

“We're going to need one more in here," the director said, his voice muffled. “Stan… Get in there."

Stan turned out to be a lean crow who had the nares on his beak plugged, though he still had anthro inclinations and could smell something. His eyes watered and he clamped his beak shut as he ignored the cameras, clearly far more at home behind the cameras than he was in front of them. Although Ambor, the wolf, had colluded with Nimmot on the whole thing, the wolf still struggled as he watched the scene. It would have taken a much stronger soul, after all, to hold back all outward appearances of disgust at such a gross display.

The anthro, who Brezzen did not really care about, pulled the dragon's jaws open, eyes streaming even as he focused on the job. That section would have to be cut from the final film, of course, but a gag slid into his mouth, wedging his mouth open as if it was a weird dental tool. Brezzen knew it was coming, though he didn't like to think of the implications of having it in his mouth, not as more liquid waste petered down around his cock, a rancid reek rising from it.

“Unff…"

“Okay… There…"

The voice in the earbud chuckled and then switched their attention on to him.

“Okay, last part of the scene. Make it count, dragon!"

Dragon? They knew his name! But they did not care about his name, not then, not in that moment, Brezzen huffing, his eyes wide as he was forced through the more rancid experience of his life, swallowing hard, the lump in his throat rising and falling constantly as if he could force everything back down. He tried to control himself, in that moment, but there was nothing to be done, not as they wedged his jaws open for the stomach-churning disgust to come.

And there was no escaping it, not as his cock, mostly hard but not by any arousal of the dragon's, throbbed, tingling with sensation that was very much not wanted there.

Another anthro had to back away, asking for a break – though Brezzen only saw them as Nimmot had raised his hips from his head. It showed him, in horrific detail, how the gryphon's tail hole twitched and puckered, pushing something out.

Oh no…

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He twisted his head but Nimmot had his clawed hind foot on the drake's neck, holding him in place with a sadistic growl.

“Filthy dragon…"

It only took two words for that sense of innate loss and powerlessness to sink into the dragon, as if that really was where he belonged. He grunted and moaned and shuddered as Nimmot let his bowels go.

It was wetter than what Brezzen thought he'd excreted, though the mess of scat pouring over him came in big, slopping logs and watery splatters, wet and clinging to his head and neck, even inside his mouth. The only part of the dragon that he felt free to use was his tongue and yet that didn't help Brezzen at all as he closed his eyes against a brown mess soaking his head, dropping over his horns and marking even them.

The little reeks and marks of unwashed nuances during the scenes paled in comparison to going through that, the drake shuddering bodily, straining through the moment. Dimly, Brezzen was aware of something being said, something else that was just as humiliating as all that had gone before, yet to have it all captured on camera was the worst of all.

They'd all see… So many people… They'd all see his fall, his humiliation, that he had become nothing more than a shit dumpster for a pair of gryphons. And everything was so warm, Derrian grinding against his half-hard cock to excrete larger logs of waste, laying them down next to his cock, though the gryphon had very little control over the rate of which he let the scat loose from his body. The feast and the drugs, of course, had seen to that. The thing was there that two of them had known what they were getting into while the third, the dragon, had not.

Brezzen probably wouldn't have thought it would be that bad, anyway, if he'd known. The dragon had always been cocky, overly sure of himself.

His cock, however, throbbed, slowly hardening, Nimmot taking his time as more and more waste pushed from his backside. The dragon didn't have his eyes on the gryphon's twitching, pushing tail hole anymore, for he didn't need to be privy to the details of what was going on, no.

He felt it intimately, the brown specks of his scales seeming futile and faint with the slick, wet mess pouring over them. Waste piled into his mouth as he hacked and gagged, but the dragon could not stop himself from even swallowing some of it, those reflexes of his body, as horrific as they were, too much for him to bear through.

Not everything could be dealt with that easily, no. Brezzen could only grunt and groan, resisting the urge to drool as wetness filled his mouth, scat piling up and squeezing out the corners of his lips, slopping down his neck and staining the mattress under him.

“Make sure you get a good shot…" He heard the director say. “Okay, swap in with the new guy if you need a break… You're going to have to get a better stomach than that if you want to shoot the good scenes…"

It seemed the anthros were having more issues with the scene, though Brezzen grunted. They were weak… Just how would they have fared if they were in his position?

Yet Nimmot took his time, all so the scene could be shot to perfection, every angle captured, the true dirt and filth of everything they were forcing the dragon through spent to the extreme. With the dragon's hard cock standing out through the mess of waste, they'd be asked to do more and more scenes like that, he was sure, but Nimmot had only really done it to show the dragon just what he should have been doing all along.

Submitting. Being put in his place. For Nimmot was so casually dominant that he just didn't think there was any way anyone could have expected him to take another position. His brother was interesting but, well, the gryphon didn't really concern himself with what Derriam did. They just did the scenes that interested them, working and enjoying what they threw themselves into. Nothing else mattered.

Brezzen groaned, gulping down scat as big lumps of it travelled down his throat, eyes fluttering open and then snapping closed again as he tried to fight back. Yet the manacles holding him exhausted his predicament even more, highlighting to their audience just how extreme their situation was. Of course, the chains would be easy to clean, which was one reason they were often chosen for scenes like that. The dragon's scales, well…not so much. Brezzen could shower and bathe, of course, but getting the stench out of his scales and every ingrained scatter of filth, well…that would prove to be another matter entirely.

Yet the drake had done it all for the land, what they had promised him in turn for his contract, even as he lost control, a stream of piss shooting from his cock, like a false orgasm. The cameras caught it all, the gleam of light glancing off the stream, cataloguing it all for teasers and trailers, all to sell his body as they'd wanted to all along.

As dirty as it was, they had the drake where they wanted him. And there was nothing, even as the scene came to a less than gentle close, panting and groaning in piles of filth, Brezzen could do about it.

Not a single damn thing.

So… Had it been worth it?

Continued in part five of five…