Pinned
Finally got around to finishing up this short story about a dog that wakes up in a precarious situation.
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[A husky wakes up pinned under a hulking, foul raccoon...]
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The husky regained consciousness seemingly in the same place he remembers losing it: pinned under the heavy bulk of a hulking, brown pelted figure. The sheer weight of the imposing mass before him should've terrified him. He was actually amazed he was still able to breathe, albeit at slightly hindered pace. What really impressed the slim dog is his ability to breathe through the scent emanating off of the backside of his impromptu captor. He had never smelled such a putrid, rancid scent coming from another fur. Nor had he from a dumpster, landfill, or sewage treatment plant. His snout was assaulted with the ripe smells of musky, unwashed, matted, sweat-drenched fur swirled with the stinging odor of an unserved outhouse, gleefully ripened in warm summer heat.
To most furs, this combination would cause stomachs to invert, expelling their contents from the grotesque, heavy smell purging the clean air from his brain. But this husky enjoyed it. Relished it. Desired and demanded it. He wanted to bask in the worse smells he could - and that's how he found himself pinned under the raccoon's porcine rear.
The husky groaned as more coon-scented 'oxygen' flooded his mind, his nose wiggling slightly as he opened it to pull more in. As his senses returned, he glanced up to watch a few beads of sweat roll down the coon's thick pelt, drawing his eyes to his wide base. Instinctively, the dog licked his muzzle, instantly tasting perspiration and something more substantially foul... Sadly he wasn't conscious enough to fully understand what was before him.
"Doing okay back there, pup?" The raccoon asked with a glance over his shoulder as a faint gurgle emanated from his thick midsection, produced a palpable quake against the husky's core.
"...mrrrf...?" Was all the dog could manage to return as his mind, among other parts, were too stimulated and overwhelmed by the display.
The raccoon chuckled to himself, responding with, "I'll take that as a yes... Not that your opinion matters here, pup."
The raccoon turned back toward to the husky's footpaws, a muffled fart barreling into the dog's chest.
He groaned as a wave of rank gas rushed towards his nose, though the smell lingered far longer than a blast of flatulence normally would. Though his mind was still heavily dimmed, the husky regained a bit more of his sense of the physical. His chest felt warm and he slowly raised his paws to rub at his fur to find out why.
The incredible display made the husky oblivious to what was right before him: a pillowy yet dense mound of scat just inches away from his muzzle. Realizing his position, his arousal doubled over, and his cock throbbed out of sight behind the wall of coon lard pinning him down. A soft chuckle fell from the glutton's muzzle, only muffled by another wet fart as the dog watched in horrified delight as the raccoon's large ass squeezed out another log of shit. The brown semi-solid excrement landed on the hillock with a satisfyingly wet squelch.
"Oof... Maybe I overdid it at dinner, hun. What do you think?" The coon asked as he reached his paws onto the dog's sheathed member.
The husky let out a soft whimper as he licked his muzzle, eyeing the mountain of refuse steadily seeping into his once white chest fur. At this moment the last handful of hours poured back into his memory:
A meeting with the behemoth now straddling his midsection. A buffet. The demands of the domineering raccoon. The promise of a well-deserved meal but not eating a single bite at the buffet...
The husky felt his cheeks flush, matching the heat radiating from his filthy chest as his senses were once again pummeled with the oozing muck pooling so tantalizing close in the divot of his chest fur.
The coon looked back over his shoulder, cocking an eyebrow and saying through his sly grin, "though you haven't eaten yet have you, puppy..."
He groaned and bucked his hips slightly, feeling his red rocket dribbling precum into his coon sweat soaked fur. The dog felt his stomach gurgle as he switched to breathing through his mouth: the gas and mess not enough for this particular canine's sensitive nose but so he could begin to taste his meal. Each heaving breath pulling in the rich, heavily odor that became nearly solid on his tongue.
"Well don't be shy, boy. I know how you dogs get when you're hungry!" The coon retorted as he rotated his doughy torso to allow one of his paws to sink into the mess with another audible squelch.
The puppy whimpered as he felt the moment slow as a plump, shit covered paw inched closer to his open muzzle. He squirmed a bit, still holding up his charade of disgust. The rancid odors intensifying as the matted feces-coated paw came within an inch of his tightly-held lips.
"C'mon.... Be a good boy and maybe I'll take care of other things..." The coon begged as his other paw wrapped around the dog's unsheathed, dribbling member.
The rubbing forced another weak moan out of the canine as his maw slowly opened. His tongue slipped out from behind his teeth and gave the filthy paw a slow, deliberate slurp. He winced as the foul flavor pinged every taste bud he had, making the inside of his maw feel as though a grimy filter had been sprayed to coat every inch of its surface. Beneath the hot shame and offensive flavor, the dog relished his ability to discern individual flavors from the raccoon's earlier meals. He bucked his hips and shifted as much as he could manage under the wideload.
"Mmm... Good boy. See... I said you'd have dinner..." The heavy coon coyly said while leaning toward the dog's pulsing cock. He added, "But now it's time for my dessert...!"
The dog swallowed hard as the coon leaned away from him, his thick ass pushing some of the mess towards the canine's maw. As a good pound of refuse sloshed towards his muzzle, he felt a very experienced muzzle take his doghood in. The husky huffed and moaned, opening his muzzle in delight but forgetting about the avalanche of muck headed towards him.
The coon squeezed at the dog's thighs while pulling in the entirety of the lithe dog's member into his drooling maw. He let out a moan as another bubble of gas began to push out of his puffy tailhole, the wet splurch topping the mound of shit with another 'treat' for the dog. The added weight helped in moving the mess closer to the dog's snout, the scat now encroaching on his muzzle.
The once black and white husky whimpered as his muzzle filled with sticky, mucky feces... Again a blast of flavors and liquidity running over his sensitive tongue. He gurgled as he felt the tip of his cock twinge into the gargantuan coon's throat. The dog's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he began to messily chew on the mess, streams of drool and liquid crap dribbling onto his white muzzle fur while he gulped down the brown muck. He felt his orgasm growing near but knew the demanding coon wouldn't let him off so easily...
As if on cue, the procyon eased off the canine's member and scooted his wide ass back, eclipsing the dog's vision even further. Before the husky had time to react, the coon's ass and the mound of shit between them forced his open muzzle into the expanding pile. He squirmed and yelped as the massive posterior forced a great deal of the scat right into his muzzle. The remainder not jammed down his throat squished around his already stained maw and back into the coon's enormous ass. The husky whined in response but knew he wasn't leaving without his finishing his 'meal' even if it meant passing out again.
The poor husky began to swallow the putrid collection of past meals, tasting what he could only imagine where the gluttonous coon's typical diet: dozens of greasy burgers, oodles of cheap burritos, and loads of processed junk food. The only option was to gulp down every morsel stuffed into his maw as a couple hundred pounds of ass had forced it on him. The dog's tongue slurped through the mound, getting a taste of sweaty, foul ass - his efforts were returned with a low rumble that slowly transitioned into a rumbling belch from his 'captor'. A response that included a rush of warm air and saliva over the dog's throbbing member.
"Mmmff... good b-boooy..." The raccoon whimpered as he farted lazily and leaned back, forcing the dog's muzzle between his filthy cheeks. "I hope y-you... don't... urrrlp... mind but I have got t-to piss..." He added, listening for the dog's whine of a response.
The dog felt the coon rock forward as he felt something firm that had been buried under the sea of rank racoon fat prod into his rapidly scat-filled stomach. The action forced him to take a deep breath of gas and scat-scented air, delivered through the filter of rump and muck, which prevented him from passing out. As the dog huffed, he felt the raccoon shift some more as the behemoth bucked some lazy thrusts into his bloated body. Each tenuous push forced the air from the canine and caused him to suck down more putrid muck. After what seemed like an eternity, he felt his torso growing warm - warmer than several inches of doughy, coon belly fat could yield. The yellow puddle began to trickle over his sides, onto his arms, and into his saliva and sweat-slicked crotch.
The time had finally arrived and the dog felt as though his brain was overheating - his breath ripe with raccoon rump and mess as the rest of his body was coated in a grimy layer of butter-like sweat and piss. He pushed his muzzle as deep as possible into the raccoon's wide pucker and let out a pained moan as he began slurp wildly and shoot jets of his hot seed all over his piss-soaked body and the heavy-rolled coon pinning him down. The howl was already muffled but was dampened further as the coon let out a final, wretched push from his bowels. The dog's muzzle was spread open as a steady stream of scat about the consistency of frozen yogurt flooded his senses once again and took him back under the murky darkness of his own unconsciousness.