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Cyniras was alone in the cave. He was sure. Yes now that he thought about it he'd seen Vaihorn leave earlier, about 10 minutes ago.

Cyniras was a young male, feral dragon, just out of his teens so he was well past puberty, but despite being 21 he was still living with an older dragon, as is common with his age and species. He was small for his age but very strong and fit and unlike almost any other creature he was an elemental which meant that he had control over one of the 4 ancient elements, his was fire. This meant he had his very own trainer.

His trainer or sensei was a large golden dragon named Vaihorn (also male). Vaihorn was about 4 times the size of Cyniras and he was a lovely role model and was a friend as well as a sensei and teacher, in fact Cyniras had had a little bit of a crush on him for a while now but he refused to own up to it. He was often caught staring at the larger male's strong body and fine physique. Though he had never been caught he had often tried to see under Vaihorn's tail.

Recently Cyniras had brought a few magazines from a strange anthro dragon on the corner of the street. There were also some videos with these magazines. Now, Cyniras had bought these magazines because he had a secret fetish. Watersports. He often thought about it, he thought that it must seem strange to others but he had known his fetish long enough to give in to it and accept it. He loved the idea of having someone pee on him and it made him tingle when he thought about it. It was just so dirty but he couldn't help himself. He wanted to be a toilet to another dragon and he didn't care what anyone else thought. He thought it'd be hot and have a strong musky taste but he'd yet to try so he only made fantasized assumptions. He often dreamt of it on him, the hot waste liquid trickling down him but that always made him hard.

But, now Vaihorn had gone out hunting, and Cyniras was left alone with a full bladder.

For many days Cyniras had been trying to work up the courage to feed the hunger that was his fetish. He hadn't purposely urinated on himself before and so far he always chickened out at the last minute, but not today. No, today he was going to do it and he wasn't going to regret it.

He sat there in the bathroom and coaxed out his 14" member with gentle strokes and the thought of how he was about to destroy his innocence forever, but to be honest he didn't really care because he was going to gain so much more. He lay down so that his tailhole was pushed up against the wall next to the cave waterfall so that afterwards he'd be able to clean it easily. His heart pounded in his ears and he calmed his breathing and tried to relax his body. He shook slightly and considered pulling out of the whole thing but he managed to keep his cool enough to know that that would make him regret it.

He slowly slid his lower body up the wall while moving his upper half closer to the wall, jumping at every sound that happened. One time he thought he saw Vaihorn at the door but was sure that it was his imagination because there was no way he would have come back so soon. He ended up nearly vertical and with him looking into the head of his 14" hard on which visibly shook with him. His heart pounded as he thought about how this must disgust so many others and yet he yearned for the urine to splash on his face and down his chest and even inside his mouth. He wondered whether his yellow nectar would taste like he had thought and would make him ill.

He shut his eyes and took a shaky breath. He tried to relax his bladder, but he struggled to go. He tried again and again becoming desperate he was just pushing now and working himself up; he hadn't come all this way to stop now. He stopped. He took a long deep breath and waited for the pounding in his ears to stop and then he relaxed his bowels and he ever so gradually felt a warm trickle spread down his chest and onto the floor. Once the thick yellow stream was going there was no stopping it. He opened his eyes to see what it looked like and he found his penis throbbing at the sight of it. It seemed so wrong and yet felt so right. He got braver and began to spray his chest making sure he was covered in it. He decided that he wanted more. Smelling strongly of urine now, he shut his eyes and pushed out his piss harder than he was and felt the hot stream hit his face, his penis throbbed and ached so much it hurt but he loved every moment. His mind quickly filled with others peeing on him and marking him, he dreamed of all the dirty things he wanted to do and then he realised that he wanted to taste it. He gingerly opened his mouth and it was quickly filled. He spluttered and coughed as the salty bitter taste invaded his mouth. The liquid gold flooded his senses and he forced himself to swallow some of it but he coughed a lot of it back up again. Hi bladder started to wane and he tried to put some more into his craving mouth but his stream didn't have the strength to reach it. As his flow began to fade he realised that he would defiantly do that again. It gave him a rush and a sense of freedom and sexual happiness that he knew he would keep with him.

But before he did it again, he felt another problem.

His stomach growled as if annoyed at being ignored. 'Of course' he thought, his bowels wanted emptying as well. He had never thought about scat before, it seemed far off and extreme, he saw a few pictures now and again but he had always thought that they were stupid pictures that put him off it. Alas, now he was intrigued. If he wanted to be a toilet then he would get more than just piss and this thought spurred him on. He quickly decided that it was worth a go and now was as good a time as any.

He got himself down from the wall and watched as a torrent of hot dragon's urine washed onto the rocks under him. He moved next to the pool of piss and slowly lowered his tailhole towards the floor. He was unsure on this but he just about calmed himself to the point where he was ok to go through with it. He felt his tailhole begin to stretch slightly and he bent himself around so that he could see it. There he saw his pink rosebud begin to spread and the gap that was left behind was quickly filled with brown. It slowly made its way out of his anus and began to form a dark brown log as it sagged out of his tailhole and gravity dragged it down to the floor. He had trouble to push it out, as he hadn't eat well recently and it took an excruciating minute to push out one steamy log.

Cyniras turned himself around and stared at it. It didn't seem out of the ordinary, in fact it was incredibly ordinary, he did this almost every day. And yet this was the first time that his cock had gone this hard at it. He caught a faint whiff of it in the cave, a thick dirty smell that overtook his mind. He felt the urge to smell it up close and maybe even feel it and so he lowered his nose to it anxiously and sniffed. The strong scent was nearly enough to make him climax there and then. It smelt unlike anything he had ever smelt before, he had smelt dung before on the fields but this was dragon dung, and he was using it for sexual pleasure. He had never thought like this before. He used to find it a chore to go to toilet every day but now he didn't have enough in him to supply his needs.

His primal instincts took over and he thrust his muzzle into the log. His mind went into a state of euphoric overdrive and his tongue lolled out into the dung as his body relaxed. His entire body instantly stiffened as his mind was overrun by the bitter, dirty taste it left in his mouth. It stuck to every surface that his tongue touched and he couldn't remove the taste from the inside of his maw. Yet he found that he wanted more of this exquisite meal that he had given himself, more of the dirty taste, he wanted something dirtier to do with it.

He opened his mouth, still shaking from excitement and nervousness, and ran his tongue down the length of it. His tongue wrapped round it and licked it all over until it was covered in saliva. He pulled back a second to look at the wet log before going back again for a longer, harder lick across the surface. This time a small chunk landed in his mouth. He wondered about swallowing it, and decided that whatever happened it could probably be cured. The feeling of hot fresh dung sliding down his throat was indescribable. His body and mind screamed out for more so he lowered his head and then he took it into his mouth. His penis pulsed so hard that he moaned aloud, he couldn't believe that he had a whole log of filthy scat in mouth. He suckled it softly for a while before taking the plunge and biting half off. He chewed and chewed the log of dung until his mouth was full of a slushy lumpy brown liquid that stuck to his teeth, tongue and the roof of his mouth. He felt fine after, in fact he felt great; he didn't feel ill, just hungry. So he grabbed the other half of the log and did the same with it, but he was still hungry.

He squatted down again and pushed out the rest of his previous meals. This took a gruelling amount of time to him because he knew that he was wasting time and that Vaihorn would be back soon. He picked pawfuls up and began to chew his dung up. He made sure to chew every mouthful until nothing but a dirty paste was left in his mouth. While he did this he occupied his other paw with more dung and then began to rub it onto his penis and balls. He moaned as his cock throbbed for release. He put his paw into the scatty mess that covered his cock and started jerking off in it. It lubed him up so well and helped his hand glide effortlessly up and down his cock. He thought of how he would look to anyone watching him. How much of a dirty slut he must look. Now that he was covered in piss and shit he was truly like someone's toilet.

He was beyond control now and he bent his body and took all of his 14" into his mouth and sucked. He lapped the shit and the salty piss off of his penis and balls, desperate for the taste and before he knew it he blew his load right into his mouth with enough force to drive all of the salty cream down his throat. He sucked and swallowed all of the rewards for his release and thought that it must be his hardest orgasm that he's ever had.

He lay there for a few minutes breathing heavily and regaining his energy and then got up and cleaned the area where he had played and then jumped into the cave's lake to clean himself up. As he washed, he thought of how much he had enjoyed himself and had decided that he would like to remain a follower of watersports and scat and continue his fun whenever he could.

Vaihorn slowly closed the door that had been open after seeing that his student was fine after his fun. Little did Cyniras know but Vaihorn had seen more than Cyniras would have liked.