Latrine Duty
There was silence in the cave at the Anthro-Natural bonding camp, where those of the new world worked to create ties and bonds to their evolutionary ancestors. A lone shadow slipped across the cave wall, cast by the meager star- and moonlight. The shadow's owner, a slight bronze anthro dragon, kept close to the darkness, unwilling to create any unnecessary disturbance. He'd heard this cave was currently housing one of the richest dragons ever to gain admittance to the camp. And judging by the piles of treasure just carelessly thrown around the dwelling, that assumption was probably right. Searching through the endless stacks of gold, the Asian dragon finally found something worth his time. Whiskers twitching in delight, he snatched up a crystal goblet inlaid with gold. Strange runes were etched along its translucent surface, and the light that filtered through seemed to be from another world. He could spend all night staring at that cup, but urgency drove him on. Stealing silently from the dragon's lair, he slipped out the entrance to the cave. Suddenly, he was beset by a piercing headache. There was a bright flash of white light in his vision...then...darkness.
***
When he regained consciousness, he was seated limply inside the camp manager's tent. The manager, a stern-looking anthro gryphon, was seated at his mahogany desk, with his fingers pressed pensively against each other. He bowed his head, as if considering a choice he did not have to make.
"Well, Timanth, I've heard from Talmith that he caught you thieving from his lair, is that correct?"
Nodding apprehensively, the copper dragon gave a soft, "yes."
"The regular laws of the outside world state that a thief that tries for a dragon's treasure will have his hands cut off and then be given to the dragon to do as he wished," Timanth shuddered visibly at that, "However, at this camp, we do not believe in such strict punishment. So I'll give you a choice. I can either write you up for latrine duty, or I can just toss you to Talmith to play with."
Without hesitation, the scared Asian replied, "Of course I'll sign up for latrine duty."
"Mmmmhmm, thanks, we haven't had someone do that in quite awhile...We'll get you started right away, in the male section."
The manager led him to a deep pit, ominously the length and width of a dragon just barely comfortably fitted inside it. Looking around for some tools and finding none, the Asian dragon asked, "So...where's the shovel?"
Giving a slow chuckle, the manager grinned a lazy grin, "Oh, you won't need one for what you'll be doing."
Before Timanth had a chance to register that comment, the gryphon had aimed a well-placed kick at the bronze dragon's legs and sent him toppling into the pit. Peering over the edge, he remarked, "We'll come and get you in a week's time...If the waste level gets too deep for you to breathe in, you'll have to start eating. And by the way, that will be your only sustenance. Don't try to get out. A restraining spell keeps you from getting beyond three feet of height. So you really only have space to lie down, I suppose. I know dragons are strong. You'll survive."
Laughing at the dragon's panicked protests, he withdrew his head and walked back toward his tent. He felt very satisfied indeed.
***
He called until he was sure that no-one would hear him anymore. Then the copper Asian lay down on his side, and awaited whatever might befall him next.
He didn't have to wait long. Soon after the manager left, an anthro raptor strolled up to the pit. Apparently, the fact that his hole was now the new latrine had been circulated among the camp's inhabitants. The bipedal reptile gripped his member, aimed toward the pit, and let loose. A shower of golden urine splattered all over the bronze dragon's body, and he almost let out a shriek of protest. But fear that Talmith would discover he had been set to this odious task kept him silent. He took the torment without noise, as the spray of urine slowly spread across his face and legs. The raptor finished, squeezing the last few drops of urine onto the prone dragon's body, and walked away. Timanth knew this was only the beginning of the torment, and it wouldn't be long before someone's food made it through his digestive tract.
Meanwhile, he had to suffer through more and more bodily fluids as the rest of camp woke up. He tried to keep his head out of the arcs of piss, but it wasn't easy, especially with multiple creatures using the pit at once. Sooner or later, some would be bound to land on his face. It came sooner rather than later. A crocodile unceremoniously emptied previous night's drink all over the bronze dragon's muzzle, almost gagging him with the strong, briny stench. He opened his mouth to breathe, hoping that the less sensitive oral cavity would reduce the sting of croc piss. All that did, though, was earn him a mouthful of piss, as apparently, the reptile hadn't finished with his business yet. There was a groan of relief and another bucket-load of urine found its way into his mouth. Sputtering, he managed to clear most of the liquid, but the gag reflex made a few cups drain down his throat anyway. The taste of brine pervaded his mouth, even though he tried to clear it out with saliva.
Once, a lone gryphon wandered its way slowly to the pit. After the expected shower of piss upon his body, Timanth relaxed, expecting the unwanted visitor to leave. But after a moment, slow moans of pleasure began to emanate from the edge of the pit. He strained his neck to find out what happenings were occurring beyond his field of vision. But the bronze dragon needn't have wondered so much. A moment later, there was a roar of pleasure from above, and a small spurt of liquid splattered across the Asian dragon's muzzle. He knew what it was; the slightly denser weight attested to that. His muzzle pulled downward in a grimace of disgust, slimy tendrils of gryphon semen stretching between his lips. The gryphon padded away with nary a thought for the occupant of the pit.
An ambience of roars and laughter signaled the beginning of breakfast, where beings and creatures took a meal together, chattering about the latest gossip, and plans for later in the day. The bronze dragon's stomach growled; he hadn't had anything since lunch the previous day. He'd gone without dinner to improve his mobility. Not that that made any difference whatsoever. Hungrily, he turned his head toward any sustenance that his punishment had to offer. Finding nothing, the words of the camp manager sprung to mind. No...he would not reduce himself to that level of filth...not yet. But his throat burned with a fiery thirst, and he knew it wouldn't be long until he would be forced by his body to drink something...anything.
The noise died down to a soft pattering of words as the commune broke up, each creature/being pairing deciding on its own agenda. Surprisingly, one pair of voices gradually drifted closer, close enough so the bronze dragon could discern the words.
"Hold on, Shirnam...I think last night's dinner may have just gotten through..." The words chilled the copper dragon. He knew what was coming next.
A deeper chuckle came from somewhere above, "Of course...I'll just take an after-meal nap."
The lighter steps of an anthro-creature stepped closer, until with suddenness that startled the dragon, a muscled leg crossed over the pit, digging into the packed dirt on the other side. Timanth now had a clear, if slightly twisted, view of the occupant. The legs were finely scaled, and he surmised that the creature might have been an allosaur, judging by the slightly longer arms and muscular legs. But of course, the bronze dragon most clearly had a panorama of the dinosaur's rump, which was situated above his chest, giving him a tantalizing view of what lay under the muscular tail. There was a grunt, and the muscles above him flexed, working rhythmically to push their load out. The tip of a log emerged at the mouth of the allosaur's anus, stretching the opening. Another groan, and the tip was shoved further out, more of the slimy waste emerging behind it. The muscles on the creature's behind flexed again, the sphincter muscles stretching wide to allow the log to pass through. Finally, there was a sigh of relief as the first log slipped out of the allosaur's anus and onto the bronze dragon's chest. The slimy mucous that coated it slipped and slid on the dragon's body, but didn't all-together prevent the substance from rubbing off as it slid off of his chest and onto the floor of the pit. Following the first mass, many others followed, the allosaur's anal ring stretching wide to accommodate each log as it was expelled from his body. Between pushes, Timanth had a clear view of the dinosaur's bowels through the stretched ass before another mess took the place of flesh. Meanwhile, a wet sensation emanated from the dragon's belly and groin as the allosaur's pushing also expelled fluids stored within his body. The stench of combined piss and bodily wastes overpowered the poor dragon's nostrils, and they flared wide as the rancid odor invaded his senses. Allosaurs were meat-eaters, and the waste they digested tended to carry a much more potent pungency than the herbivores did. Not that the bronze dragon actually had such personal experiences with that, until now. Finally, the allosaur left, and the twin footsteps of him and his larger companion padded away into the mountain forest.
Several eventless hours passed, with the occasional visitation from a being or creature who had had too much to drink. The sun baked down on the pit of waste, making the odor even more pronounced. Timanth's nostrils had not quite been able to ignore the continued pungent stench of the bodily wastes, and his innate sense of time told him he would have some rather unpleasant visitors soon.
He was not mistaken. Soon after, a crowd of five creatures, conversing avidly, approached the pit. As they straddled the latrine, the dragon could catch glimpses of various scaled behinds of various shapes: a tyrannosaur there, a dragon here. He groaned inwardly. All five of them together covered the entire length of the latrine pit, and no amount of wriggling could save the dragon from being completely covered in their waste. He couldn't even salvage his muzzle. As the five let lose, the Timanth tried to keep his muzzle out of the worst of it, but unfortunately, the one positioned above his muzzle also seemed to have the most copious amount to give. He tried to close his eyes as mass after mass splattered on his face, the mass rolling down his cheeks and onto the ground. The warm waste in the humid air retained both its viscous properties and its acrid scent. Before long, the combination overwhelmed him, and he turned his muzzle to wretch. But nothing came up, not even bile. His stomach had been empty for too long for him to cough anything up. As the silent torment continued, the bronze dragon caught snatches of conversation that floated down to him, none of it useful. The only thing he could do was let out a sigh of relief as the wastes finally stopped splattering onto his body, and the five left, laughing and chattering.
***
Days had passed, and the dragon was growing weaker. Timanth's personal energy reserves had all but been used up, and the bronze dragon was growing thinner, not to mention filthier, every day. Remembering the camp manager's words, he turned to look resentfully at the piles of waste smashed up against him. Knowing he had no choice, the bronze dragon took a mouthful of the vile stuff into his mouth. The taste was horrible. Sick, cloying scents invaded his nostrils from inside out, and the feeling of digested food was almost too much for him. But knowing he would get sustenance no other way, he choked it down, then returned to the pile for another mouthful. Slowly, surely, he filled his stomach with the stuff others had passed out of theirs. Hunger quenched, he turned to his other side, where a shallow pool of piss resided. Lapping up the briny fluids like a beaten dog, he cringed as the ammonia burned his tongue.
Thirst slaked, he turned his muzzle back upwards, counting the days since he'd been sent on this wretched duty. However many days it was, the bronze Asian was sure he hadn't seen the black, scaled rump of the one he'd tried to steal from. Whether he could take that as a good or a bad omen was quite unclear.
An ominous rumbling in the ground shook the dragon from his reverie. Before he had time to react, 38 tons of saurian flesh pounded over the ground to come to a halt right over the latrine trench. As Timanth stared up into the clenching tailhole of an adult brachiosaur, he pleaded silently, futilely, at the huge rump above him.
"Oh, no, no, no...please don't...my god...don't..."
But his noiseless cries went unanswered as the saurian let loose. The first huge mass smacked him firmly in the stomach, knocking all the air from his lungs. Another huge glob of dinosaur shit buried itself in his muzzle, completely covering his face. Fortunately, the herbivore's defecation was not as pungent as carnivores', but it was still rank with digested plant matter. And the brachiosaur had lots to give. By the time he'd finished, the latrine waste level had raised by a good foot or so. The soft dung spread out and broke apart, distributing evenly. Timanth closed his eyes as the saurian stomped away, having finished his business.
***
The last day of the dragon's torment came, and he rejoiced in the fact that he would no longer have to stay in this stinking cesspit of filth anymore. To make it even better, Talmith had not showed up even once to torment him. He bore the day's latrine duty with an almost ecstatic pleasure. A hot shower and plenty of soap, and all the filth would be washed off of him.
Night drew close, and Timanth eagerly awaited the stroke of midnight. He almost did not mind the light stomping coming toward the latrine as the camp timer struck the bell nine times. But all pleasant thoughts were abandoned as the horribly grinning face of Talmith appeared over the edge of the pit.
"Unlike others," He hissed, choking back laughter, "I have been informed to what duty you have been assigned...And I intend to use you to your full potential!"
Not minding the waste and filth inside the pit, the black dragon waded right in, spreading all four of his paws out to get a firm hold on the ground. Using his tail, he wrenched the bronze dragon's jaws painfully open, keeping them apart while he planted his rear onto the dragon's face, his tailhole secured easily over the Eastern's wide-open throat.
"Ah, yessss...I haven't had a good shit in seven day's time, so the first portion will be abit...hard, hehheh."
Talmith sat back with his entire weight on the poor dragon's face, crushing the back of his head into the ground and spreading his jaws wider still. He began to bear down, working his anal muscles hard. Soon, he could feel the remains of breakfast seven days ago pushing through his digestive tract. The material had the consistency of round rocks, and the black dragon let out no few groans of relief as he passed out stone after stone into the bronze dragon's throat.
Timanth almost choked as the first rock-hard turd broke free from the larger dragon's sphincter and stabbed into his throat. There was no flavor, no scent, not after being in the dragon's body for that long. However, the overwhelming bulk of waste drove the stones down his throat, often painfully so. He could hear the black dragon chuckling in cruel amusement as he counted off the meals.
"Breakfast...lunch...and dinner...perhaps a midnight snack...Aaaah, that's better." He sighed as the last of the hard stones of compressed waste passed out of his body. But having not used the latrines for seven days, he had much more to give. Once more he felt his bowels stirring, and once more he bore down, filling the maw beneath him with all of his accumulated wastes.
Again, the Asian dragon was forced to swallow ungodly amounts of shit, this of softer consistency than the previous. It still hurt though, and worse, it smeared dry marks of scat across his inner cheeks and tongue. This held a bit more flavor to it, and he almost gagged at the pungency. He dreaded what later days' would taste like, and had a foreboding suspicion that he would find out sooner than he'd like.
"Day three...this is where it gets interesting..." Chuckling evilly, the ebony dragon put yet more of his weight onto his nether regions, methodically grinding the smaller dragon's head into the ground. He could feel the fat log pushing urgently at his anal ring, and he offered it no resistance. Talmith's sphincter opened quite readily, and began to stuff the heavy log down the Asian dragon's throat.
Timanth found himself almost suffocating under the weight of the amount of dragon shit being crammed down his throat. He couldn't breathe through his mouth anymore, and his nostrils were half-clogged with the weight of the dragon above him. What breath he did manage to draw was suffused with the cloying, pungent stench of digested meat and worse things. The log seemed to find no end, and instead seemed determined to fill up his entire throat. Soon, it began to back up and smear against the black dragon's ass, and flowed out of his jaw.
Feeling his wasted build up against his rear, the black dragon chuckled, "Hmmm...there seems to be a slight clog in my latrine...Perhaps pushing harder will make do!" He continued to bear down with his gut muscles, expelling all the solid waste that had accumulated for an entire week. The black dragon never noticed the fourth day's waste joining the third. Somehow the masses had gotten mashed together. He reached his tail behind him to pull the Asian dragon's jaws wider, stretching them to the cracking point.
Timanth struggled and thrashed futilely as he felt his upper jaw being pulled up to its breaking point and lodged firmly against the larger dragon's rump. Tears of pain rolled down his face and mingled with the bodily wastes as more and more dragon excrement was crammed down his throat. His belly felt boated to the point of exploding, but that didn't stop the piles of manure from forcing their way in.
Talmith groaned relief and roared it out of the pit as more and more of his backed-up wastes were flushed out of his body. Suddenly, his gut clenched, and a wet feeling filled his bowels. "Ah, you'll have to excuse me, Timanth...it seems I've run up against some indigestion..." Without warning, he stood up partway, still aiming his tailhole at the filthy dragon, and released the rest of his meals. Torrents of wet, slushy dragon waste came streaming out of his body, completely coating the poor dragon's face.
Timanth's blood chilled at the larger dragon's words, and braced himself. Still, nothing could have prepared him for the waterfall of almost-liquid dragon scat, plugging up his eyes, his nostrils, and smearing between his scales. He tried to turn away, but the cursed tailhole seemed to find him wherever he went, continuing to completely soak his head in dragon shit.
Talmith grinned and sighed as the last of his wastes left him and dropped onto the bronze dragon's muzzle. "Ah...much better. My gut feels much emptier now...but that still leaves the question of my bladder..." Without warning, he turned around, his cruel eyes boring into the filth-covered face of the bronze dragon. Deliberately, he lowered his sheath to the bronze dragon's tailhole. It steamed in the evening air. Sensing the alarm in the smaller dragon's eyes, he laughed cruelly and shoved his sheath against the tailhole, stretching it wide. Still staring into Timanth's terrified eyes, he began to relieve himself directly into the bronze dragon's body.
The Asian dragon screamed through the muck clogging his throat at the burning piss gushing from the dragon covering him into his tailhole. It felt like pure acid, streaming through his gut. And the black dragon seemed to have no end of this disgusting fluid. More and more dragon urine coursed through the bronze's gut, arriving finally at his stomach. He started to bloat more and more from both the excrement already in his belly and the new piss coming to mix with it.
Moaning with relief, Talmith groaned down at the dragon below him, "You have no idea how hard it is to hold in piss for seven dayssss....Aaaaaaah, yesssss!" The last of the urine drained away, leaving the black dragon devoid of wastes for the moment. He raised himself back onto all fours, and looked down at his handiwork. The bronze dragon below him was no longer proud, but completely covered with filth. He chuckled sadistically, for that was not all he planned to do with the bronze dragon. Lifting a paw, he began the process of thoroughly smashing his victim into the muck. Adopting the rhythm of one, two, one, two, he began to trample the smaller being. Lifting both left paws, then both right paws, he brought them crashing down one at a time onto the filthy body beneath him.
Timanth felt like he was being put through a steamroller. Each smashing impact of the paws upon his body brought more tears to his eyes, both from pain and from humiliation. His limbs slowly flattened out, and the pain was almost unbearable. He didn't black out though, he was far too strong for that. Perhaps that was a curse instead of a blessing.
The black dragon roared and finally stopped his rampage. "Mmmm...all this activity has made me quite horny indeed...You wouldn't mind obliging me one last time? Good!" Without waiting for an answer, he crouched down again and rammed his steel-rod cock into the bronze dragon's tailhole. Ignoring the heated protests, he began to thrust in and out, in and out. Every pump was a hilting, and every draw out took his member out to the very tip before sliding all the way back in. He continued this for almost five minutes, drawing out the torture before finally roaring out once more, spewing his seed into the dragon below him. Giving him one more quick thrust just for good measure, he pulled out, dribbling the last few drops of cum onto the Asian dragon's sheath before stepping out of the latrine and walking away, taunting the pit-stuck dragon as he went.
END