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WARNING: This story is XXX-rated fetish material. It focuses on explicit bodily functions exaggerated by a curse, and the humiliation of the main character who is so accursed. The text describes many atrocious things happening to the characters. Think about the very worst sort of jokes from teen sex comedies and mix it with gross-out cartoon slapstick mayhem. If after reading the above description you still feel hesitant about proceeding, then the creator and the author kindly suggest that you do not read any further.

The "Khireseph" character, her career, and her curse were all devised by Virokaza four

Notes: All anthropoid animals in the story are unclothed since everyone knows that animals don't wear clothes. Apart from strict adherence to this rule, the readers should expect that this story will contain absurd, egregious, ridiculous, juvenile scatological excesses, abusive mid-climax humiliations, and all the usual nonsensical goings-on.

Thanks,

Sluimarath

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Foreign Policy, Chapter 1

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The heat of midday hung above the stone bridge, beneath whose gray cycloid arches the waters of a dark, turbulent river flowed southward. There were no sounds on the bridge save for that of water rushing beneath its stone supports.

A pair of furry, long-muzzled, bipedal figures came into view approaching one another from opposite ends of the bridge, with a mind to meet at its summit. Both had tails that extended well beyond the ends of their backsides. The creature on the right's fur was fair autumnal red, and it had the appearance of a kangaroo. She bore a pouch on the front of her abdomen, and above this she displayed a pair of breasts that were female-anthropoid, although her gait was decidedly marsupial, as were her seductive brown eyes and long lashes.

From the left side of the bridge arrived a slightly taller lupine-headed creature with eyes of golden-amber and a bushy brown tail that curled up behind her most shapely of large rear-ends. The she-wolf's beige fur was accented with light and shadow, white and black-maculated all across her head, back and shoulders to create a shape resembling that of cloak and hood in her fur. The long patch of her creamy frontal fur extended from throat to crotch, covering a full feminine torso with features matching those of a she-wolf, with the exception being her single pair of overdeveloped breasts, which made her torso appear much like that of her marsupial counterpart.

In one forepaw the female anthro-wolf held up a small black valise, and as she approached her doe-kangaroo counterpart she shifted both forepaws to show that she was carrying only the case. The kangaroo offered a similar gesture, raising both forepaws to show that both her paws were empty. Even though the two creatures were all alone on the bridge both behaved as though they were under the close scrutiny of several pairs of eyes.

After accepting the valise from her, the kangaroo opened it and began perusing its contents in front of the wolf, examining page after page of documents.

"So," the roo said, "I guess what I heard's true then, about the dragons attempting to make contact. How long has it been now?"

"They've already made contact," replied the wolf, withdrawing one of the pages from the stack and showing it to the roo. "This is the message I was supposed to give you. Apparently a delegate's already been sent, a dragoness by the name of Khireseph."

"One of the Elder Council?"

The wolf shook her head solemnly, but at the same time her yellow eyes filled with an eager light. "No, she's young, they said," the answer was half whisper, almost as though the speaker was becoming lost in amorous thoughts.

"Young?" the roo echoed. Her jaw fell open and remained that way a bit too long after she'd finished speaking, making her sexual arousal quite clear.

Her counterpart went on to say, "One of the youngest ever, they said, to be given a diplomatic post, but extremely--er... capable... their choice of words... Anyhow, the Elder Council gave us their solemn promise that she'd be coming to help us, and it's our hope that she will be able to rekindle the relationship that was lost to us more than a century ago."

"The dragons were never satisfied, not even afterwards," the kangaroo complained, frowning in bemusement, "after we'd gotten rid of our old, corrupt rulers. Do they really expect us to believe it took this long for them to contact us?" She shook her head.

"Their messengers told us how they'd waited for a long time for us to settle all of our differences. And now that we've been able to do that, now that the New Order has been instated, we can start to gather the resources we need to rebuild what was destroyed during the Weltering Years."

The kangaroo responded to this cryptic statement with a nod of her head. "And the dragons have agreed to help make certain we accomplish this, so reads this report," she declared, holding up one of the sheets, "and without expecting anything at all in return."

"They intend to reintroduce us to everything that we lost during that time," said the wolf. "And reverse every presumptive retraction applied to our lost civilization, in the name of self-righteous, aggressive conquest."

"I have heard stories all my life," the kangaroo mentioned, talking as though she drifted through a reverie, "about the grace and power, the pride and beauty of dragons. It's been a subject of discussion since they were sent away, by us. But how should I--I mean, I'm not even sure how I would be now standing next to one, or standing there with a dragon, you know, or in front of one. They're quite... large, aren't they?"

The wolf nodded, and said, "Which brings me to the next question, which you told me you'd address with the Ministers when you and I last spoke: Where will the dragons' delegate be staying after she arrives? Where might the town be able to quarter a creature as large as a dragon, and comfortably? And what will she eat during her stay, and how much? And who'll be responsible for keeping up her quarters?"

The kangaroo lifted both forepaws and made calmative gestures. "Slow down. It's all right. It's all been arranged by the dragons."

The wolf's brow wrinkled, and she frowned. "By the dragons?"

"No reason to worry," the roo interrupted, dipping one forepaw into her pouch and withdrawing a large pocket-watch from its depths. "None whatsoever, the answer to all your questions should be arriving at any... moment... now!"

As the kangaroo's eyes roamed from the watch-dial, the she-wolf followed her gaze to a place on the bridge opposite the spot where the two of them stood, where a loud splashing commotion could be heard be coming from the river directly underneath the stone rail.

The wolf and the kangaroo stood staring at the rail, and a moment later there was a huge splash and a large male anthro-crocodile used both forepaws to pull himself up out of the river and onto the bridge. The croc let the rail rest underneath his dark green arms for a moment and then he grunted, heaved, and swung the rest of his scaly, wet-glistening body and tail up and over. He landed on the bridge and approached the spot where the other two creatures were awaiting him, walking fully upright in the same manner as they.

The crocodile opened his long, serrate maw and stuck one forepaw down inside his throat. His big, scaly fore-claw emerged grasping a narrow, hollowed out cylinder made of a clear, hard substance. Some folded papers had been rolled up and stuffed inside the cylinder, and after handing this item to the wolf the crocodile informed both her and the kangaroo, "This just arrived today. It's about the diplomat that the dragons are sending here, something about altering her shape. I know that wouldn't really literally mean altering her shape... I don't think..."

The kangaroo hastily removed the pages the clear cylinder and scanned them. A few moments later she exclaimed, "Why, it looks like they did... They changed her size." She glanced at the wolf. "What he just told us is true. They altered her size, made her a two-legged anthropoid dragon, and then sent her on her way."

"So apparently what's coming to see us isn't a true dragon," the crocodile mused. "But it looks rather interesting, nonetheless."

With one claw he thumbed the gray-tone medium-quality print-photograph of the dragoness that was located in the upper right-hand corner of an official document, which listed, among other items, the date of birth of the dragoness, her natal district, her region, her command security clearance, and the color of her hair/eyes (virokaza/picks).

"So they've transformed her into an anthro," the croc remarked, nodding his toothy muzzle toward the photo. "'No special accommodations will be required,' it reads. Well now," he said, grinning, "it was thoughtful of those dragons to send their youngest female diplomat, and to make her just the right size for me."

The wolf and the kangaroo both made faces at him, and the she-wolf laughed scornfully.

"That's exactly what I'd expect to hear come from you," complained the wolf. "You males are all so predictable. Besides, what makes you so certain that it's you she desires most? Perhaps she'd rather hold onto something soft and gentle."

"Perhaps she fancies an animal with a pouch," the kangaroo added.

The croc grinned enormously. "A dragoness?" he laughed. "Sure! A dragoness, she'll climb over a hundred of your squashy, furry stomachs just to feel scales stroking her undersides, and my cock stroking her insides. Wait and see." He climbed up onto the rail of the bridge and announced, "Well, I'm off."

"You're not supposed to leave that way," the kangaroo complained. "It's against procedure."

"So's having a concealed weapon in your pouch during a level 3 operation," said the croc, pointing toward the kangaroo's pouch. "And that canister of sleep-gas was for--who? The two of us? I'm off!"

The croc dove off the side of the bridge and into the water.

In the same instant, the kangaroo removed something from her pouch and threw it off the opposite side of the bridge then watched as the crocodile swam towards where it had landed. The small canister breached the river's surface a moment later, and the croc laughed maliciously as he hurled it back out of the drink, to land on the bridge next to the she-wolf's feet. The wolf quickly retrieved the item, while the kangaroo watched the croc swim away between the waves, her face a mask of snarling hatred.

Pausing momentarily, the croc offered her the briefest of waves with one forepaw, a mocking gesture, and afterwards he turned and swam off.

The kangaroo ground her teeth in a fury then swallowed and displayed a look of intense nervousness as the large, bristling she-wolf confronted her with the evidence of her attempted treachery.

"Why you little slut," the wolf snarled. "What were you about to do with that? Gas me?"

"If I'd had to, yes, I would have used it," was the kangaroo's rather casual reply. "I needed the information about the dragoness, to see it with my own eyes no matter what. There's a dragoness coming to town soon, and not just a dragoness, but a real anthro-dragoness, a creature just the right size for... Well, you have heard of dragons' enormous skill at venery by now, I'm sure. And since a night spent with a dragon of whichever sex is said to be a night of the utmost passions, of ultimate pleasures which are capable of producing the most astonishing climaxes known to animal, and with their tongues it's said that they--mmmmrrr--ooh--" she moaned, touching herself briefly. "Well, I'm off," she blurted suddenly.

The kangaroo suddenly turned tail and hopped/ran from the surprised and now quite displeased wolf, who pursued her briefly before giving up the chase, being that she was far larger, heavier, and more voluptuous than the kangaroo.

After realizing that she stood no chance at all of catching the smaller, lighter animal after such a huge head-start, the she-wolf reverted to procedure and left the bridge at once, heading in the opposite direction as the roo, and without any of the pages she'd brought with her.

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At dusk the streetlamps were lit, and the cool of evening settled over the broad circumambulatory walk surrounding the outside of Administration's giant palatial edifice. The building's eminence arose from the center of town like the enormous dorsum on an elasmosaur's back, with its two-hundred eighty-eight windows all lit up, row upon row of them. Outside, beneath the rows of yellow-lit glass panes there stood rows of lupine, vulpine, musteline, and scincoid warriors in armor, all of them guarding against intruders.

The noise from the adjacent reception hall spilled into the street directly outside of Administration's main entrance gate. Inside the ballroom, everything was warm and comfortable. Drinks and hors d'oeuvres were plentiful. Despite this, however, a number of animals had taken up positions across the street from the immense arch of Administration's main gate, whose tunnel-like conduit stopped short of piercing the massive walls, terminating inside of a capacious chamber which lay underneath the bulk of the outer walls, which lay adjacent to the reception area while still remaining open to the outside air.

It was inside this open-air chamber that the animals congregated, their attentions riveted on the shadowed distances as they waited for the first sign of the dragoness' imminent arrival, each one wanting to be the first to announce it to the expectant throngs. The individuals awaiting Khireseph's arrival talked, ate, and passed around tall, smoke-trailing glass nargilehs as they stood outside and inside the gateway. Soft night entered the streets and shaded buildings the color of ash, while a far off disarranged tenement of window-lights glimmered in the streets beyond Administration.

From the distances there came the sound of an echoing rattle, a sputtering, jarring assault that grew louder until a sleek flame-red coach swerved into view from around the distant corner. The crowds instantly erupted into cries of adulation as the motorcoach drove beneath the arched entryway, its roar echoing inside the tunnel, and headed straight towards them. The vehicle had an interior compartment with two side-doors, and eight windows whose royal blue curtains had all been pulled shut. After arriving, the fuming, rattling coach lurched to a halt directly in front of the crowds, at which point the engine shut itself off.

Silence reigned as the driver of the coach--an arctic fox with his fur impeccably groomed--climbed down from the cockpit and opened the vehicle's rear hatch, bowing low as he did so. For a moment or two the waiting crowds held their collective breath, seeing nothing at first, and then after a time a slender, fit, green-scaled leg ending in a shapely clawfoot emerged from the back of the vehicle and set down on the cobblestone walk. That leg was followed shortly thereafter by another leg, similar in shape, and then all of a sudden a creature with a magnificent spread of wings climbed out of the back of the red coach and stood in front of them with both her fore-claws uplifted in a blessing gesture.

Without hesitating, Khireseph the anthro-dragoness walked to the nearer side of the coach where the crowds stood awaiting her, admiring her every movement as she greeted them all in her native draconic tongue. And there was much for them to admire, for Khireseph was tall and vividly green, and she possessed the supple, spare build of an acrobat but with a pectoral development far exceeding what was usual for an anthropoid her size: athletic yet fully filled out.

In contrast or perhaps as a compliment to the she-dragon's full-breasted anthro-figure was Khireseph's wingspan, whose size remained impressive even after her huge reduction in size. Her wings afforded the crowds an impression of just how large they must have been when she was her true size.

More and more animals were coming into the entryway-tunnel to see Khireseph. The dragoness greeted the crowds in their own tongue this time, and she told them not to fear, that help had finally arrived, and they all cheered and applauded her while the fox tried to keep them back and clear a path for her.

In the meantime, the crowds looked upon Khireseph's newly remade anthro-dracosaurian face, with her adorable pair of short, curved horns that rose from either side of a crest of bone, with her alluring, serrate smile, fangs as pale as alabaster. That smile was always quick, and always seemed relaxed; the dragoness seemed to feel at ease being friend, companion, guide, and authority all at once... And she was beautiful, this transformed dragoness!

Indescribably so, it appeared, for some in the crowds became so excited that they nearly fainted when Khireseph smiled at them. Others smiled back lustfully, or blew kisses, or grinned at her when in fact they were grinning to themselves, drifting through perverse, sensual thoughts of the dragoness while they stood in the midst of the crowds.

Amongst this latter group were a trio comprised of a small red doe-kangaroo, a sleek male crocodile, and a plump brown she-wolf, all three of whom stood well apart from one another, taking no apparent notice of each other.

The croc wore a fancy long cloak across his spare shoulders, and the kangaroo and the wolf both displayed brand new furstyles and wore jeweled tiaras. When at last the three took notice of one another they appeared quite displeased to see each other.

"What are you doing here?" the croc immediately asked the roo.

"I have every reason to be here," she answered scornfully.

"Such as?" His yellow eyes flicked from her over to the wolf. "Oh, her too? Well this ought to be fun. Nearly all the other herps are out guarding the palace right now, because we guard it better than anyone else. Who arranged it?" He pointed proudly to himself and mock bowed his long, green muzzle toward them. "Look around, there's hardly another scaly hide in this crowd besides mine, and I'm larger and more powerful than any lizard. That dragoness is mine. You may as well go home, the both of you."

"Take it easy," said the wolf, nodding and gesturing toward the croc's enormous, roseate erection, which had already distended from underneath his lower abdominal scales and was now three-quarters of the way erect and quivering, while its salient tip appeared sticky and wet. "If the dragoness sees that, she'll laugh till she cries. If that ridiculous cloak you're wearing doesn't cause her to turn away first."

"And turn towards the first fat wolf she sees," the roo corrected, causing the she-wolf to spin around to face her, bristling with anger. "Don't get your hopes up, Rapha," she said, calling the wolf by name. "She's mine."

"Just who are you calling fat?" Rapha snarled in anger, displaying her fangs. "You are a limp, useless little fleshsack, Ara," she accused, calling her foe by name as her angry sneer turned into a smile of cruel menace. "Prey! That's all you'd be, were it up to me and not the City Charter."

"Oh?" the kangaroo interrupted. "You could devour nearly anyone now at your size, couldn't you? And you've read the section of the City Charter that deals with food and eating how many times now?"

"You little--" Rapha snarled, and she made a grab for Ara. The kangaroo hopped all around and away from her, nimbly avoiding the wolf's forepaws.

All of a sudden the both of them stopped and looked up from what they were doing.

"Where's Max?" the pair of them shouted both at once, calling the croc by name.

Quickly Rapha and Ara surveyed their surroundings, and almost immediately they were able to locate him.

"Oh Khireseph!" Max was shouting, waving to the dragoness with one fore-claw as she drew closer to where he stood. "Over here, milady! Khireseph!"

Max arrived at the edge of the path created for the dragoness and her entourage, and stood amongst the throngs of animals, waving in order to gain Khireseph's attention. But the dragoness was entirely distracted by the crowds standing opposite Max, not even seeing what was directly in front of her, let alone anything in his part of the crowd.

At that moment Max observed that there was a large puddle of thick, slimy mud lying directly in Khireseph's path, and as a gesture of chivalry the croc deftly removed his cape and made to cover the ooze so that the dragoness' feet did not become all mud-stained. At the moment that Max bent down to stretch his cloak across the puddle, Ara leapt from above and landed rump-first on top of his muzzle, sending Max's jaws crashing into the mud-puddle, while the heavier Rapha landed on top of the croc's back and collapsed his hind-legs underneath him, crushing him into the ooze and effectively trapping Max's struggling hindquarters and tail underneath her heavy rear-end.

Ara then turned on Rapha, heedless of the fact that they were both still on top of Max, and she and Rapha both seized one another by the throat and began to strangle each other mercilessly, squeezing with both forepaws as they trampled Max who shouted and thrashed his tail as he tried to escape.

Khireseph, feeling somewhat taken aback by the altercation which had erupted directly in front of her without warning, retreated to watch the battle from a distance. She wore a bemused, intelligent expression with her head tilted at an angle to denote serious concern. A faint, pretty smile of nervousness--not quite worry--lingered on her fanged muzzle as she viewed the three animals fighting.

A few moments later, a male anthrolupine and a male anthroscincoid, clad in armor and both wielding spears, pushed their way through the crowds, heading directly towards where the kangaroo, crocodile, and wolf were fighting in the puddle of ooze.

"Ara, Max, and Rapha," the skink-warrior declared, as he and the wolf pried Ara and Rapha's struggling bodies apart with their spear-hafts, "we've been sent to tell the three of you that your presence is demanded by the Ministers, in their quarters, without delay."

"You're all in trouble," growled the wolf-warrior.

"Trouble?" both Ara and Rapha asked at once, and they immediately stood and ceased to strangle each other, climbing off Max as they did so.

"Trouble?" asked Max, lifting his dripping muzzle out of the ooze. "For what?"

"For asinine behavior," the skink-warrior said.

"For being an embarrassment," the wolf-warrior added. "Now, you three must come with us; don't you dare make the Ministers wait. Come on."

When Ara, Max, and Rapha all turned to look, Khireseph had already moved some distance down the path and was heading further and further away between the rows of thronging, waving animals, further inside the building. She continued to greet the revelers and smile in a captivating way, which in turn caused the roo, the croc, and the wolf to salivate as they watched her departure.

"Idiots! They said without delay!" the wolf-warrior said, prodding them with the blunt end of his spear to break up their reveries.

Without further argument the kangaroo, crocodile, and wolf were all led away from the scene of Khireseph's arrival, casting forlorn glances over their shoulders at the dragoness as she diminished in the distance. They entered the building through the main doorway, bypassed the festivities, and presently found themselves traversing the interior of one of Administration's main corridors, with the two warriors in armor marching behind them, leveling the points of spears at their backs.

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In a remote, wood-paneled chamber far away from the revelry and the noise of Administration's lower floors, a heavy wooden portal opened silently and a trio of mud-stained animals wearing expressions of unhappiness filed into the room. The three-- wolf, crocodile, and kangaroo--all at once shuffled to a halt and stood in a row with eyes downcast, facing the massive oaken desk at the far end of the chamber.

A second trio of figures was seated behind this desk--an aged white-furred he-wolf, a gray-green raptoress, and a male black wombat--and all three of these animals appeared thoroughly displeased, if not overtly angered and snarling, as though the mere sight of the three who had entered the room was something which supremely enraged them.

Ara, Max, and Rapha all stood and stared shamefully down at their hind-paws, occasionally gaining the courage to glance up, only to cringe back down, as they were upbraided one at a time by the three Ministers:

"Ara, you are a worthless lack-wit," proclaimed the wombat. "Who authorized you to carry that canister? Was it in your pouch the entire time? Then you must've taken it from the armory without authorization. I remember I met with you shortly before that operation commenced. Was it concealed in your pouch then, when you were with me, in my office?...."

The white wolf displayed his fangs in a snarl. "Rapha, has your mind deteriorated to the point that you can't even remember what you're doing? You were supposed to come away with the documents. How many pages were missing when you returned? It was left blank in your report, in which you described them as 'missing.' You don't know the number? Exactly--and why is that? Because the kangaroo's got them. The fucking kangaroo's telling me how many pages I'm missing, telling me to make arrangements to deliver official documents--my official documents--to my office...."

"Max," the raptoress stated calmly, "you have crossed the line far too many times for me to address them all during this single meeting. This past incident only shows me that you haven't exerted any effort towards making the improvements that you promised me you'd make months ago. We have not seen the least bit of improvement from you, or from these two, from whom I can recall hearing similar promises not so long ago."

"And so it has been decided," the wombat continued where she had left off, "that the three of you shall be punished for your transgressions, and the punishment we have elected to administer shall be one of immediate restriction from all festivities, up to and including any and all of the social functions which the dragoness Khireseph will be attending during her two-week stay--"

Upon hearing this pronouncement, the jaws of the wolf, crocodile, and kangaroo all fell open simultaneously, and all three appeared crestfallen at the news.

"Furthermore," the raptoress continued, "you three shall be sent to the Capitol City two weeks in advance of the dragoness, to prepare for her arrival there and to take notes on the proceedings after she's arrived. You must follow the instructions which are waiting for you in the City. Go directly to the Ministration Building and ask for Bakua.... Hssh! I still can't believe the three of you!"

"Get out of here, everyone leave," the wolf commanded, pointing to the door with one forepaw, and Ara, Max, and Rapha turned and trudged slowly and shamefully toward it. Their two lupine and scincoid guards followed them out. "And don't let me hear of the three of you bungling this operation! Go and get cleaned up and prepare to leave on your journey. A convoy will leave for the Capitol City at nine, and I want the three of you to be on it, no questions. The city guards will arrive at your homes at seven to make certain you arrive on time for your journey. I would suggest that the three of you be all packed and ready to leave for the station by seven o'clock. In other words, do not make another mistake."

The guards closed the door behind them after they exited the paneled chamber, and afterwards the raptoress sighed and shook her head. She turned to view the wolf, who was doing nearly the same thing as she, shaking his head almost imperceptibly, while he looked at the door through which just he'd seen the croc, roo, and she-wolf exit.

"That Max will be the death of us all," the raptoress remarked. "I have never in my life experienced greater idiocy..."

"Have you ever spent five minutes alone with Ara?" asked the wombat.

"Those three will all be the death of each other, hopefully," the wolf quipped casually, glancing at a wall-clock. "Well now, I think we ought to be getting back to this grand reception that has cost us a round sum, wouldn't you all agree? Where's this dragoness now? We have to make an appearance, the four of us together."

"Well then we ought to be downstairs right this moment," said the raptoress, and she and the other two rose at once to leave, "to make our appearance before the formal portion of the dinner commences. Mm, gods, I am famished. I've eaten practically nothing all day."

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Khireseph burst through the door to an expansive, marble-tiled washroom off one of the main corridors and hurried over to one of the latrine-stalls. Perhaps it had been the bumpy coach-ride across uneven stone pavements on their way into town, perhaps it had been the last thing she had eaten, but the fact was that her insides, namely her anal tract, felt stuffed to the straining point with a turd so enormous that it threatened to come out of her with every step she took.

While riding in the coach, Khireseph had felt nothing at all, and then almost as soon as she had arrived at and set foot on the ground outside, the she-dragon's intestinal discomfort had begun. Thereafter it had intensified, until Khireseph was suddenly unable to clench her ass-hole tight enough to prevent the release of several small farts while she was standing before the noisy crowds, though their noise and odor had gone mercifully unnoticed by everyone else but her.

She was able to maintain a genial and unconcerned expression throughout the experience, believing the odor to be undetectable. But it had been these involuntarily released farts which had impelled Khireseph to seek the place in which she currently found herself. After whispering to the arctic fox that she needed to find a washroom at once, she and the vulpine driver had accompanied the city guards to nearby a side-corridor, the fox had pointed the way, and all of them had shown Khireseph great deference, being as discreet as possible they let her escape awkwardly down the corridor, while they kept the crowds from following.

At present Khireseph was seated on the porcelain latrine with both green knees bent towards one another, feeling the coolness of the hard seat against her scaly thighs. She heaved a sigh of immense relief, relaxing her anus and letting the huge turd which had been filling her rectum for the longest time at last come sliding out. To Khireseph's enormous surprise, however, the stuffed-up sensations inside her showed no signs of arriving at a remission of any sort, but instead only continued to fill her, much to her dismay and her increasing panic. Khireseph's ass-hole clenched over and over on the squashy softness of her own shit as she gasped, squeezing her rectal muscles in constant expectation of a relief which never arrived; the huge, thick turds kept pushing her anal sphincter apart, keeping it fully open and circular at all times and making Khireseph gasp for breath as her weary ass pumped out more and more feces.

At last she could feel the rising pile of her own moist dung squishing up against her crotch from underneath, and she panicked and almost gagged.

Khireseph swallowed. Becoming almost frantic, she whimpered mindless pleas of "Oh no, no, no, ss--stop, stop, ooh oh, stah--oh, stop, unnnh, ooh," her speech becoming inarticulate near the end, and rife with gasps of what almost sounded like pleasure.

As the dragoness spoke these words, she reached around behind in order to flush the overflowing latrine. Most of her excrement was washed away by the water which flowed down into the porcelain sewer, but the stench of her feces still lingered in the air, overpowering her senses.

"W--what... What in the world i--is going on?" she stammered in confusion. "Oh gods no! Ooh no, no, oh no--"

Khireseph reached for a toilet-tissue and began to wipe herself, chanting nearly the same words over and over. Before she was able to complete this task she dropped the tissue into the latrine and instantly found herself bracing the sides of the stall with both forelimbs as she involuntarily cut several loud farts, and then began once again to expel enormous amounts of shit, and to suffer the most dire sensations of relief-never-arrived. The circular orifice of her ass-hole, which kept clenching around what Khireseph kept telling herself must have been the last of her shit, was not able to squeeze itself shut even for a moment, because there was simply no end to the she-dragon's defecation.

As Khireseph's sickening, humiliating torment went on without abatement, the feelings of relief-unresolved inside of the she-dragon's anus started to cause her to moan and move around even more, and to actually squirm around while seated on the toilet and shitting into it.

"Oh, oooh, oh damn shit," she half growled and half moaned, moving her claws from the walls to the toilet-seat and grasping its filthy edges. "Ooh, oh damn it! What in the name--name of all--oooh!"

Once again, Khireseph reached back frantically to flush the latrine when she felt even more turds falling out of her ass, squishing up uncleanly against her crotch as the toilet overflowed with them. At this point her voluminous defecations ceased, and for the space of several minutes it appeared that there were only farts were left inside her, as loud bursts of flatulence continued to escape her.

Presently Khireseph felt another soft, thick expulsion-to-be filling her anal tract, packing it literally to the straining point. She whimpered plaintively as she felt that she was once more about to start shitting, and it was at this moment, as Khireseph reached behind her to flush again, that the dragoness realized the latrine upon which she sat was so clogged with her shit that it would no longer flush.

In desperation, Khireseph fled the stall and entered the one next door. She seated herself and proceeded to fill the latrine with her feces until piles of the foul substance had once again filled the toilet and almost reached her crotch.

"Ooohh! Oooaaaghh!" Khireseph half moaned and half bellowed draconically as turd after turd bulged her anal ring and slid out of her. The dragoness reached back to flush the second latrine only to find that it too had become clogged with shit.

"Oh n--no, no," she panicked aloud. "What is happening? This... this can't be. I--oourrgh! Aaaagh! Aagh! Ooh no, no, no!"

She cried out in a panic as endless warm, soft squishiness slid out of her ass and moist, warm piles of it squashed straight up against her crotch.

The noise of someone pounding on the washroom door was followed by the loud query from outside: "Milady! Khireseph, is everything all right? Khireseph?"

"Yes, ff--fine," the she-dragon stammered, as she practically leapt out of the second stall, banging the door against the outside as she flung it open. She hurried into the third stall to sit down, at which time she began to fart loudly into the toilet.

"I'm all right!" she called out to the person at the door, and she then shitted and farted simultaneously with an eruptive sound. "Oooh! Oh! Oh n--no, unnhm! Ahh... it's nothing. Nothing is wrong. I was--just, uh, I was simply, ah, unnh--"

Just when it seemed to Khireseph that there was nothing which might staunch the flow of excrement coming out of her anus, the near-continual expulsion of shit from her weary ass-hole, that filled her lower parts with such simultaneous relief and discomfort--

--the stream of shit came to an abrupt end.

Khireseph blinked.

She switched over to farting, and in desperation she lay with her arms hugging her thighs, her chest resting on the cushion of her breasts, pinned in by her upper arms, as vast volumes of wind escaped her ass. She stared at the floor tiles, breathing the stench of her own fecal matter.

"Oh!" Khireseph cried out involuntarily during a particularly loud and abrupt fart, to which the voice outside the washroom door replied: "Are you all right, Khireseph?"

"Yes!" the dragoness gasped desperately, as still more turds started to flow out of her poor, tired ass-hole, finally ending after nearly a minute.

Afterwards Khireseph sat on the latrine, hyperventilating from exertion, and was consumed by a great deal confusion and dizziness. Her arms still hugged the undersides of her smooth-scaled thighs, and her soft green breasts heaved, lifting and lowering her slender torso as she lay on top of their cushion, staring at the floor tiles. She could smell only her own feces and she felt the moist, nauseating touch of dragon manure against her ass and crotch. The substance was smeared all over her ass, and its presence underneath her kept muffling the repeated sounds of her farting.

Suddenly the dragon looked up in a panic as she heard the door to the washroom open and a voice called into the room, "Khireseph!"

"Fine! Yes!" poor, bewildered Khireseph responded hastily, rising from her seat with a burst of flatulence and frantically starting to wipe her shit-besmeared under-parts with copious amounts of tissue.

The arctic fox was standing outside the door, not coming in, not willing to invade her privacy.

She explained hurriedly: "One of your latrines wasn't working, that's all. Wipe outside f--er, wait outside for me, ah, would you please, kind sir? Thank you. It's been a very long journey."

"Ah, all right, if you say so," the voice replied with evident uncertainty.

"Oh gods, gods," Khireseph moaned. Once the fox was gone, she walked out of the stall with ribbons of tissue still hanging from her shit-besmeared ass, stuck in the foul substance. In order to clean herself the dragoness had to bend forward at the waist and walk carefully backwards over a low porcelain sink, setting her supple, scaly rear-end astride it and letting water flow down her lifted tail into the crack of her ass for a time, using the prehensile end of her tail to adjust the spigot.

Khireseph gritted her sharp teeth and made a face as only cold water flowed from the faucet. Evincing much discomfort she cleansed her crotch and ass, but the three shit-clogged latrines behind her were still filling with water after being flushed too many times, and were now overflowing onto the floor, creating a terrible, foul mess.

"Oh my," Khireseph whispered, horrified. "Oh, this really is... extraordinarily bad, ooh. I should... I--I must tell them all before... before--dinner, oh shit!" she stammered, and she immediately fled toward the exit.

Khireseph met the arctic fox in the door halfway as she opened it and pushed him outside, urging him not to wait around: "No, there's no time! We must find the Ministers at once. I have something to--a--a concern about--it was, umm, their agendas. I must find them at once!"

As the she-dragon and her somewhat confused retinue hurried together along the path, outdistancing the crowds which had remained ever upon Khireseph's step since her arrival, she and her entourage at last arrived at a tall pair of double-doors which opened upon an immense, crowded banquet hall.

Moments after entering the huge hall, Khireseph spied the trio she had come seeking: an imposing gray-green raptoress, a mature he-wolf, and a burly male wombat, all standing together to one side of the banqueting table, of which not a single chair was yet occupied. Everybody stood around drinking and eating hors d'oeuvres, and they all turned around to greet the dragoness' arrival with smiles and polite applause.

The she-dragon smiled back and waved nervously, lifting only her forearm while she kept her elbow in close to her body and waggled her claw ashamedly, as though her hideous accident was already known to these animals. Although there was no way the crowds could have possibly known what she had been doing moments ago, the feeling of so many eyes on her, even friendly gazes, left Khireseph feeling vulnerable and awkward nonetheless.

Thereafter she made her way swiftly across the hall to where the saurian, lupine, and marsupial trio stood.

All three of them looked up at the dragoness approaching, and grinned amiably at her.

"Yes, Khireseph," said the wolf, "it's wonderful to meet you at last. I've heard a lot about your s--ah, is everything all right, milady? You look a bit... worn down, not to seem rude, but I'd heard that there was some sort of a" --he hesitated-- "delay?"

"Y--you heard..." she stammered at first then recovered instantly. "Oh right, of course, delay. Right, yes, well, and one or two of the... sinks in the washroom were not, ah... functioning properly, really a minor concern. I, ah, I wouldn't look into it until later, you know, after dinner. It's really nothing. But there was something--"

"Are you feeling all right?" asked the raptoress, evincing genuine concern.

"With regard to my health," Khireseph began, "I was actually about to say that I should probably n--"

The sound of a silver fork repeatedly tapping a crystal glass chimed above the noise of the conversations in the banquet hall, interrupting the dragoness and rapidly silencing almost everyone else in the room.

"Oh, wait a moment, Khireseph," said the raptoress, holding up a claw in front of Khireseph's frowning muzzle and turning away from her. "This is very important."

At that moment a loud voice proclaimed over the diminished voices of the guests: "May we have everyone's attention! The hot dishes and roasts are about to be served, so will everyone please take their seats...."

Whereupon all the animals in the room instantly started toward their pre-assigned seats, including the three with whom Khireseph had been talking.

"Oh, no time for it," the raptoress interrupted Khireseph the moment she opened her jaws to speak again. "We have to take our seats," she said, and with that she started to walk away.

"But--" Khireseph began, but the raptoress immediately cut her off:

"Go, please. We'll discuss it later. Hurry, go."

And having said so, she and the wolf both left Khireseph and walked to the far end of the table to take their seats, while Khireseph, having no choice, took her seat as well, glancing uncomfortably at her surroundings.

Everyone was soon seated, and within moments all of the animals turned to view pairs of chef's assistants walking through the wide-open double-doors at the far end of the hall, which opened on the kitchens. They bore twenty-six enormous platters above their heads as they came out in a long file. In their upraised paws were held all manner of sumptuous dishes: fowl, fish, game, and herbivorous fare. No two appeared the same.

After everyone had been served, and the conversations went swelling through the assembled guests as they prepared to feast, the clear-chime sound of a silver fork tapping against crystal glass arose from the midst of the voices to quiet everyone again. All heads turned to view the wolf Minister, who upheld the two aforementioned items in his paws while he announced to everyone:

"Our friend and ally Khireseph has something that she wishes to say."

And having spoken, the wolf turned to the dragoness, who rose from her seat with trepidation and held her knees close together and her anthrosauroid tail held in and pointed as close to straight down as possible. Her ass-hole she kept tightly contracted so as to prevent anything from escaping. She did not feel the urge to shit at that moment, but she was nonetheless terrified of her bodily functions and aware of them at every moment. Her body's processes were under her control for now as she stood before the assembled guests, but at any moment she felt that the scatological nimieties she had experienced earlier might return and quickly surge beyond her control.

The more thought that such a thing might come to pass in front of so many guests terrified Khireseph, and she commenced to trembling and quickly caught herself.

"I, ah--" she began unsteadily. "I've really nothing at all to say, except how very pleased I am to be here. Let's all enjoy this fine meal."

Afterwards Khireseph took her seat to brief applause, and as the animals seated around her began to dine on roast ostrich and steamed fish, peppered rabbit and jagleop haunch, two-prawn salad, liger-cub stew, and a host of other dishes without hesitating, Khireseph abstained from the feast altogether.

Everywhere else animals dined on their favorite dishes, while a string-quartet played soft music on a low stage directly behind Khireseph's chair, filling the hall with the elegant aura of comfort.

Only one guest did not appear comfortable.

The dragoness, recalling her most recent digestive event, took her first tiny bite of springbok cautiously. She swallowed warily, waited a moment or two, and then glanced around. Presently her eyes settled on the wombat, for among the Ministers he was the one seated the closest to her.

She called out to him, "Eyh, Minister, excuse me, sir... Excuse me."

But the marsupial was engaged in animated conversation with the pantheress seated next to him, and he clearly did not have any idea that he was being summoned.

Khireseph quickly found the raptoress and the wolf, who were seated further down, close to one another. "Oh Madam Minister... Your Honor..." she called to the two of them, lifting a claw as she tried to gain their attention.

The raptoress saw her, smiled, and held up one digit of her fore-claw in a gesture. She mouthed three words to Khireseph, "Wait one moment," and afterwards returned to her conversation with another guest.

The wolf paid no attention at all to Khireseph.

Although the dragoness was evidently distressed by this, she remained quietly where she was. She did not stand up or shout for attention. Behind her, the string-quartet continued to create soft, soothing melodies, while all around her the other animals were eating, drinking, and clearly enjoying themselves a great deal more than she.

An abrupt, low, gurgling noise came from Khireseph's end of the banqueting hall, and her yellow eyes opened wide, while she braced both fore-claws over her snout in an attitude of pure panic and gulped loudly.

"Oh no," she exclaimed in a weak voice.

With that sound the string-quartet ceased to play their melodies, and the violinist, viol-player, and cellist all turned to stare at the bass violinist. The bass violinist was looking at his instrument in apparent confusion. He was holding the bow upright, and it was nowhere near the strings of his violin, when all of a sudden the same sound from before was repeated: an eruptive burst of flatulence whose second emergence quieted even more of the dinner guests than the initial sound had.

Completely mortified, Khireseph swiftly lowered her head almost to the table's surface and tried covering up her face. She set her elbows down in her lap and looked as though she wished to crawl under the table and hide, but there was nowhere for her to go.

Khireseph cringed deeply in her seat as she began to fart continuously into the cushioned chair, wilting beneath the stares of the animals in the seats adjacent to hers, as they all covered their muzzles and tried to leave their seats with as much grace and dignity as they could muster.

"I--I do sincerely apologize," Khireseph responded pleadingly, sinking lower and lower into her seat as more farts emerged, louder and more severely odorous than before. "Ulwp--" she swallowed again, wearing a grimace on her fanged muzzle. Afterwards the dragoness tried to restore the calm, diplomatic smile to her face, with notably poor results. "It is, ah, a certain condition," she explained rather pitifully, "very difficult for me to explain... but it has to do with--Imterriblysorryexcuseme," the dragoness stated very rapidly, and she rose from her seat and retreated suddenly from the table.

Even the few tiny bites of food she had consumed, it appeared, had been enough to cause her anal tract to fill once again with another tremendous amount of shit.

"Oh no, n--no, no, oh please," she begged, staggering awkwardly away, all of sudden desperate to flee the room before another flood of feces came surging out of her anus to saturate the banquet hall.

"I ha--ave to excuse myself," she stammered, "it's very im--please, please, please oh please--nonono!" she cried out as her ass let fly with several more farts. "Oh no, I sincerely do a--apologize for that. That was n--OH!"

At that moment a loud, wet defecation sound burst from Khireseph's ass-hole so that for a moment the dragoness feared that she had indeed shit herself, but it was only a fart after all. Nevertheless the amount of moisture she had felt in it told her that unless she made it to the latrine soon she'd be unable to hold back the surging desire for release that huge amounts of shit were creating inside her rectum.

"Oh n--no no, not ah--again," Khireseph panted, pleading as she ran awkwardly toward the large double-door by which she had entered into the banqueting hall, which were now closed. Immediately Khireseph seized both doors by the handles and made to throw them open, only to discover that both were locked; the double-doors gave inward slightly at the touch of her claws but failed to open.

Horrified by the realization that she was locked in, Khireseph immediately spun around to face the assembled guests. She looked out upon a banquet hall filled with many pairs of shocked, astonished reptilian and mammalian eyes, all of them watching her. Grinning and trembling in total ashamedness, the dragoness backed away quickly until she reached the double-door. She then began to push against the doors with her rear-end, trying to open them, but it was no use; they would not open for her.

Khireseph green-scaled countenance blushed dark with embarrassment. Her countenance disclosed even more severe distress when yet another wet-sounding defecation-fart escaped her anus, and then more of the same started to emerge, so that Khireseph was left to stand holding both cheeks of her ass together, whimpering pitifully as unbelievable volumes of farts escaped her. In the meantime the dragoness thumped her rear and tail repeatedly against the unyielding pair of doors, and failed every time to open them.

"Oh please please open," she nearly wept. "Please everyone, I--I sincerely had no desire for this, ah to become, ah--this is totally unpreceden--"

At that moment Khireseph felt her anus let go, and she whispered, "Oh no, n--" and as her last "no" ended prematurely she shut her eyes as a load of warm, moist feces came out of her ass-hole and bespattered her shapely thighs and ass, her calves and slender ankles.

Khireseph opened her eyes and, in a fit of unreasonable panic, she ran over to the banqueting table, seized great clawfuls of the guests' table-linens and started stuffing her rectum full of the cloths, trying desperately to staunch the flow of shit with napkins as she ran from one place-setting to the next.

Khireseph fled from the main double-doors to a secondary pair of doors and tried to open them, but encountered yet another locked pair. Trembling and grinning, she tried using her ass to open the doors again. She grabbed more clawfuls of serviettes from the table and stuffed more into her crack, while her uncontrolled anus continued to defecate all over the table-linens, the floor, her claws, and the doors behind her.

The dragoness ran to the next pair of doors, which was also locked, as was the next pair and the pair after it, until at last poor, humiliated, bewildered Khireseph had made her all the way from the doorway through which she'd entered at the opposite end of the hall, to the pair of doors which led to the kitchens.

The moment Khireseph's claws reached for the door-handles, but before she was able to seize the handles and pull the doors open, the doors burst open in her face and she was struck full-on in the abdomen by a hurtling, full dessert-cart with an ermine banquet-waiter pushing it from behind.

Khireseph was instantly flipped over onto the front of the four-wheeled cart, to land on top of its tray, destroying a number of pies, puddings, and crème-desserts as she landed. Two of the legs supporting the cart's upper portion collapsed the moment she landed, and the dragoness landed rump-first inside of a deep bowl filled with custard, making an awful mess of herself. The bowl underneath her was soon all beshitted, and a bowl of similar size slid off the top of the dessert-cart, upended, and landed on top of poor Khireseph's head, covering her eyes and drenching her head in sticky buttercreme frosting and fruit compote.

Stunned by her fall, Khireseph quickly came to and she grew to realize that the discomfort she was experiencing was still being manifested in the unrelenting flow of feces coming from her anus, piling up underneath her and smearing more and more of its sticky, foul substance onto her tail each time she moved.

"Ooh no, please noo," Khireseph begged, removing the dripping bowl from the now beslimed crest of her horns, exposing a custard-spattered countenance and dripping muzzle. She set the bowl aside and instantly retrieved a fallen pair of handle-bearing steel lids from two covered dishes that had earlier been on the dessert cart. She then used these to cover herself, holding one over the base of her tail and the other against her crotch.

But in spite of all the attempts to hide herself, the amount of shit Khireseph's ass was producing at the moment was not something that she was able to conceal. She sat in the bowl of sticky, slimy dessert and foul feces that felt like thick brown mud, squirming in a state of total distress as she used the two lids to veil those parts of herself that she wished to keep private.

But she had no hope of her doing anything of the sort anymore, as Khireseph had some time ago become the center of everyone's attention. She could do naught except stare back at their scores of eyes, and utter cries of pleading helplessness.

Suddenly the three Ministers arrived at Khireseph's side, presumably to aid her.

The dragoness stammered to them as her constant defecations occurred, "Ooh, I--I'm so very, very--ss--sorry... for this."

One of them, the wombat, shouted excitedly, "It's Rigor of the Digestive Tract! Someone go fetch some medicine! Go, quickly!" he shouted, and several animals ran off.

The other guests were already leaving in droves, not wishing to stay inside the hall for another moment because of what was taking place therein. Within moments it was nearly an empty hall, with the exception of a few irrepressibly curious spectators and several strong-stomached guards who held them back.

"It has to be contained," the he-wolf declared heroically, and he went at once to one of the banquet-hall's false windows and tore the curtains off the horizontal rod, seizing the drapes in both forepaws and pulling downwards. Afterwards dragged the curtains over to where Khireseph sat, and with the help of the raptoress and the wombat, the wolf was able to wrap the long piece of fabric around the she-dragon's pelvic region and cover her over-productive ass-hole, wrapping it in such a way that it left a hole for her tail while still staunching the flow of her excrement.

The other three animals soon lifted the dirtied and bespattered dragoness and set her on her feet again, but it was not long before she staggered and nearly fell, as more feces squirted out of her with a flatulent noise, filling the impromptu curtain-garment she wore with enough of the substance to begin to bulge its thick cloth outwards.

Failing to notice the burgeoning bulge in the curtain-garment, the raptoress mistook Khireseph's ill-appearance for something else: "She's dehydrated. Someone--"

Breaking off in mid-speech, the she-saurian scanned her surroundings, spied a bottle of sparkling water resting on the nearby banquet table, and retrieved it. She tried to let the dragoness drink some of the water, but as soon as the carbonation bubbles hit her nose, Khireseph sneezed directly into the raptoress' face.

And it was no ordinary sneeze either, but a tremendous volume of sticky mucus that sprayed out of her mouth and nostrils, drenching the raptoress' head in thick snot and leaving her standing there, blinking and staring at Khireseph in stunned astonishment.

The raptoress tried to speak, and failed, "I, uh--I..."

The wolf interrupted her, "Don't just stand there! Get down here! Hold this!"

The raptoress looked down and saw that the wolf kneeling at Khireseph's right side, and pressing both forepaws against the places in her swaddled curtain-garment where several shit-leaks had sprung. Meanwhile, the wombat, no doubt after being urged to do so by the wolf, was doing the same on Khireseph's left side.

In the meantime Khireseph apologized fervently, wearing a grimace of the most awful embarrassment, "I am so terribly ss--sorry. I--aah, oh n--AAH--"

And she made as though she was about to sneeze into the face of the already snot-drenched raptoress, and seeing this the saurian quickly knelt in front of Khireseph and pressed both fore-claws against leaks in the she-dragon's curtain-garment, mostly doing so to regain her balance after her quick evasion. Her evasion, however, did not avail her in the least, for Khireseph looked down as she sneezed, and a true dragon-sized eruption of slimy snot once again bespattered the she-raptor, leaving her a dripping, mucus-soaked mess.

"Oh... gods... what--" the raptoress started to say, and then suddenly there was no time, as she knelt down and pressed forward with both fore-claws to suppress all the shit that was now leaking out of Khireseph's bulging curtain-garment.

"N--no, oh please," the dragoness cried out. "I apologize so very much for this! It really is not m--my--ah--"

"It's leaking from the back!" the wombat shouted excitedly, grasping the base of Khireseph's tail where the curtain was wrapped around it. "Hold her tail! Here! Hold it here!" he instructed the other two.

"No, wait!" the wolf exclaimed, his yellow eyes widening suddenly in fear. "No, I said to contain it. Don't seal it! It has to come out somew--" He made a quick grab for the wombat, but doing so caused him to release several of the leaks he'd been holding.

"Oh!" cried the wolf, and he fell back to pressing his paws against the leaks, while the curtain-garment Khireseph wore grew larger and larger and bulged further and further outward, until the bulge of it was poking the raptoress' in the snout.

All three of the Ministers were kneeling and squatting before Khireseph while the poor, bewildered dragoness apologized continuously and shit herself endlessly. Their six forepaws pressing into the leaks in the makeshift garment were now apparently the only things holding back the volcanic tide of a huge fecal eruption.

"Er," said the she-raptor, "I think we've made--"

"--a huge mistake," the wolf finished for her, nodding in affrighted agreement as he watched the curtain-garment strain and more shit leak out.

The wombat continued where he'd left off, "And we need to--"

Suddenly the dragoness sneezed three times in succession, once directly into the snout of the male wombat, once directly into the face of the raptoress, and as she turned further to the right, lining her dripping snout up with the wolf, he cringed beneath her sniffling, snot-oozing muzzle. Khireseph lifted up her head, her eyes closed, and she inhaled audibly: "Ah... AH--"

The wolf closed his eyes, and nothing happened for a moment or two.

He opened them wide in surprise then immediately whimpered, "Oh no--"

He looked just in time to see the dragoness in mid-sneeze. "CHOO!" A storm of Khireseph's sticky snot bespattered him from the end of his muzzle all the way past the backs of his ears, thoroughly drenching his head in slime.

"Oh... gods," the wolf Minister croaked.

"We must move her away at once," the raptoress announced feebly, shivering in the awful mess that had soiled her.

"To where?" asked the wombat, who was looking no better.

"Storage-closet, over there on the left," the wolf declared with grim finality.

"Uh, no," said Khireseph. "W--wait, I can't endure drowning in my o--"

"Quiet, you!" snarled the wolf, and Khireseph whimpered an apology and shut up at once, nearly crying. "Now we all move her together... On the count of three everyone stands up, and don't take your paws off her wrappings. Ready? One--"

"Oh no," the raptoress murmured unhappily, as several new fecal leaks sprung in the bulging garment directly in front of her besmeared countenance.

The wolf continued, "Two--"

"Oh no," the male wombat whimpered as he came to the same realization as the she-raptor, and he shut his eyes.

"Thr--uh," the wolf nearly counted, then he stopped and his yellow eyes grew too huge in his snot-beslimed face. His fanged jaws hung open in a weak acknowledgment of the punishment he was about to suffer, because his ill-conceived plans to contain the dragoness' shit by wrapping her in a curtain. He saw the tremendous, straining shit-filled balloon that Khireseph's garment had become as it burgeoned right underneath his nose, squirting brown filth onto his paws from half a dozen new leaks.

"Oh n--"

There was a tremendous explosion, one which left the feces-spattered raptoress lying on her back underneath the body of the fallen she-dragon. Khireseph landed on top of the female Minister, and now rested with her pelvis lying in between the prone she-saurian's spread-apart hind-legs, looking her directly in the face, while the two male Ministers wallowed on the floor nearby, groaning in agony and disgust.

Khireseph offered the stunned raptor a parody of a smile that was more grimace than anything, as she lay on top of the other shit-and-snot-befouled creature with slime dripping off the end of her snout. This slime landed on the end of the she-raptor's face as Khireseph uttered a weak laugh, one that she quickly swallowed and choked on when she saw the severe frown that the raptoress was wearing.

"I--uhm--think I ought to... explain," said Khireseph.

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