Dragusz II
Imported from SF2 with no description.
_You ask a dragon to let you be his toilet, but he is doubtful that you can handle it. You assure him that you can, but you aren't as prepared for it as you think… _
Dragusz is owned by Poverizer on FurAffinity.
The massive dragon curiously peers down at you, his head tilted down slightly, ears twitching. He gently leans down to give you a quick sniff, then cranes his head back up after savoring your scent. He seems pleased, signalled by a cheery draconic growl. You say "Sit on me and let me rim you." The dragon is a bit puzzled at your request, tilting his head down and gently pressing his clawed paw against your shoulder, silently questioning if you were sure. Otherwise, he sits right down, his backside and hindquarters being a few feet above you. The dragons behind and hindquarters are plump and heavy, the tail alone being almost 3 meters in length. The dragon's plush, green scales feel warm and soft against your skin as he carefully lowers himself onto you, his massive hindquarters coming to rest a few feet above the ground. His long, powerful tail swishes behind him, brushing against the ground and sending up small puffs of dust. You can feel the draconic heat emanating from his body. You extend your tongue and start to lick the dragon's light brown asshole. The dragon flinches at first, letting out a surprised, yet somewhat pleased, growl. The large dragon shivers, arching his back before giving a subtle nod, silently telling you it's ok to continue. He looks over his shoulder with a pleased expression, his eyes half-closed in enjoyment as you continue to worship his backside. The dragon's scales glisten in the sunlight, reflecting a kaleidoscope of colors as you explore every inch of his plump, round cheeks. You can feel the muscles in his hindquarters tense and relax as he shifts his weight, allowing you better access to his most intimate area. The dragon's stomach rumbles, and you keep licking his asshole, unfazed. The dragon's hole slowly expands, before a sputtering dragon fart exploded into your face, liquid dung splattering into your mouth. You swallow and keep licking. The dragon is amused but also impressed by the act. He lets out a deep rumble and shifts his hips a fraction, pushing his behind down closer to you and allowing you to reach farther. He gives an approving growl and grins, the corners of his mouth twitching as he waits to see what you will do next. The dragon's immense plumage of a tail swishes behind him, stirring up the dust around you. The taste of his dung is pungent and distinct, and yet you find yourself still compelled to continue pleasuring him. Your tongue expertly darts around his loosened opening, lapping up the residual traces of his previous emission. You continue to rim him, despite the obvious difficulty of effectively rimming the asshole of a dragon more than four times your size. You lap up the bits of dried dung flecking the asshole and some fresher bits from the shart that he had just deposited onto you. The dragon shudders slightly and lets out a surprised noise, his tail slowly starting to lash behind him. He moans quietly, his large body shifting on top of you, his behind pressing down against your face more. He lets out a deep moan, his tail thwapping against a nearby wall. As you continue to worship the dragon's backside, his moans grow louder and more frequent. His tail thrashes wildly behind him, sending up a cloud of dust and debris. The dragon's hole twitches and pulsates in response to your tongue, relaxing and contracting in time with his heavy breathing. You sniff his rear end. The dragon waits until he feels your tongue flick out to lick his ass again, and he lets out a wet, rumbling fart onto your tongue, splattering it with his ass juices. The scent of the dragon's rear end is powerful and musky, a mix of his natural dragon smell and the pungent aroma of his most recent emission. You can feel the heat radiating from his body intensify as his arousal grows, and his hips shift rhythmically as you continue to pleasure him. The dragon's eyes are closed in bliss, and his breathing is heavy and labored. You feel pressure and realize that the dragon's musky rear is pushing out a log of shit into your mouth. The log pushes against your nostrils, and the heavy scent of waste fills your nose, the odor incredibly strong. The dragon lets out a low growl, almost groaning, in an attempt to push out the massive log. The dragon's massive log of shit continues to fill your mouth, making it difficult for you to breathe. The log is warm and wet, and the taste is overpowering. You struggle to swallow the immense amount, feeling it slide down your throat in a heavy, lumpy mass. The dragon seems to be in a state of pure bliss, unaware of the challenge you are facing. You accept the shit into your mouth and swallow it. Another burst of gas hisses out into your face, smelling of rotten meat, before he stands up to release the rest of his dump. Another, wetter log splatters onto your tongue. You feel the warm, wet log of dragon dung land on your nose and cheeks. The scent is even stronger than before, and you can taste the bitter, acrid flavors of his waste on your tongue. The dragon seems to be in a state of pure ecstasy, his massive body quivering and shaking as you continue to worship his backside. The dragon farts again, the post-dump gas splattering more liquid shit over your face. However, it seems like he is finally emptied out. He turns around and leans down, sniffing you before he extends his tongue, savoring the taste of his own farts and ass juices. He licks you and then recoils when the taste really sets in. The dragon's tongue darts out, tasting the remnants of his own waste still lingering on your face. He seems taken aback by the intensity of the flavor, his eyes widening slightly before he recoils, pulling his tongue back into his mouth. He looks at you with a mix of confusion and amusement, his head tilted to the side as he tries to make sense of what just happened. He then goes to the corner of the cave and lies down, and lets you sit next to him. He had been unsure whether you were capable of literally handling his shit, but you had done much better than he expected. The dragon's massive form takes up a good portion of the cave, his plush scales shimmering in the dim light. He seems content, his body rising and falling with each slow breath. You can still smell the lingering scent of his waste, but it's not as overpowering now. The dragon's head rests on his front paws, his eyes half-closed in a peaceful daze.