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Lazmer felt himself floating, it was cold all around him. There was quiet, it put him at ease. He didn't feel any forces pushing on him, just floating in coldness. He could only guess he was in cold water, he didn't know why or how but it never felt so good on his sore body. Then he heard a muffled voice far off.

"Ya tomorrow, I promise I'll have them on."

He couldn't figure who it was just yet, but slowly his eyes began to open. There was light, wonderful light blinding his world. Tall white walls all around him, and cold water... Then a face filled his sky. It was her, that vixen. He couldn't believe it but... he was actually happy to see her. She was the only person who knew he existed.

"Wake up you little shit." Her voice boomed from above.

Lazmer pulled himself from the mushy shit he was in, just barely managed to stand as he coughed out the remnants of shit still in his mouth. He looked up to watch that giant face, those blue eyes staring down at him.

"You still a disobedient turd?" She asked down at him expectantly.

"No..." He barely shouted back up at her weakly.

"No Mistress." She corrected.

"No Mistress..."

"Good. You were in there for longer than I intended, so I'm gonna give you a chance to rank up from Piece of shit not worthy of my body, to my personal butt toy. How about it?" She asked.

"Yes Mistress, I would be honored." He called back, still a bit dazed.

The large vixen grabbed a wad of toilet paper and plucked him from the toilet. She placed him into her sink along with an ample amount of shampoo.

"Clean yourself up, my butt deserves a clean toy, not a shit splattered one." She commanded.

Lazmer had no strength to argue with her, he also feared her wraith at this point. He did as she commanded. She turned on a soft stream of warm water for him, and he got to work cleaning himself off. It was his reward for being obedient, his freedom for living that hell.

Once the vixen was satisfied he was cleaned up, she shut off the water. Lazmer really wanted to just relax in the water but it seemed she had different plans for him. A large hand reached down and pulled him up out of the sink, and the well tone female took him off to her bedroom.

"Don't mistake me being nice as me caring. You had your moment to recover from Megan, your time as my butt toy starts now." She firmly stated.

The vixen had taken out a spool of string, and tied one end firmly around Lazmer's neck. The coyote didn't have it in him to fight her. She moved that string to wrap around his shoulders, down his torso which pinned his arms to his sides and then down his legs to his ankles before doing the same back up his body. She then tied off the tight string around his neck again.

"I don't talk to my toys and they don't talk back. Your soul purpose now is to pleasure my asshole. If you're as good as my other toys then I'll keep you, if my asshole doesn't like you, back to the toilet." She stated the rules clearly to Lazmer.

"Yes M-" Lazmer suddenly squeaked loudly as the fox's grip tightened around his body.

"Toys don't talk."

Was her parting words. She roughly dumped the fox into a top drawer. The coyote bounced lightly against soft fabrics before tumbling to land on hard rubber. The vixen moved one of her cotton panties over to cover her toys, giving it a pat before shutting the drawer. The coyote was pushed roughly into that rubber column that stunk of stale cunt. Lazmer figured she had tossed him in with her other toys and left him to be until she felt the desire to use them. He truly was being treated like a sex object.

The string wrapped around his body was too firm for him to do much more then wiggle lightly. He was reduced to a barely mobile worm with how she tied him up, and between the layered fabrics of her clean panties covered up his back and the dildo's he was stuck against, the coyote wasn't going anywhere. He had to lay there and breath the stale smell mingling with fabric softener.

Lazmer wasn't too upset about it, after what he'd been through laying in an underwear drawer was a vacation. Still, the idea that he was being treated no more than an object was messing with him. There wasn't much for him to do here, he thought perhaps he could try to void the massive amount of shit that violated his rear but for some reason his digestive tract didn't do anything. Lazmer supposed when you don't have to eat or drink, there's not much use for the intestines to process anything.

Lazmer spent a good amount of time resting beneath clean underwear and stale used dildo. It wasn't until later that night he felt that drawer pull open again. The underwear against him pulled off, and he held a mix of worry and fear that he was about to be used. Yet out of the corner of his eye he saw her picking out a couple of pairs of underwear and looking between them for a moment.

She was ignoring him? She put him in this position the least she could do was use him. Lazmer wasn't understanding how she could be this way with a living being. She seem to pick a pair, and toss the rest back in the drawer. She stood there for just a moment staring at her toys until her maw peeled back in a grin and a large hand grabbed up not only Lazmer but the stale dildo he was laying upon.

While Lazmer was glad he wasn't being ignored anymore, that was a rather tame feeling to his fear of what this meant for him. The large vixen moved over to her bed, and set her tools down between her thick thighs. Lazmer got the perfect view of those tone muscles, and a heated cunt. The scent of arousal was billowing off that sex and drowning the coyote in the air he was breathing.

The vixen's fingers were trailing down to her sex, toying at her clit as a shiver pulled through her muscles all around the coyote. Those swollen folds, something he might've considered taking advantage of in his past life, now grew damp. Her very scent from her sex was stinging at his nose. Just below her ramping up cunt was his intended home. Strong looking cheeks beneath those thighs. He could make out the shelf of her ass, and the fold of her crack that was hiding his ultimate destination.

Before Lazmer could enjoy the view for too long, her hand reached out to take the dildo next to him. Lazmer watched as the head of that dildo was pushed to her folds, and slowly pushed them open. The black shaft of that toy sunk down into her depths and soft moans rumbled from above as the vixen pleased herself. He could also see her free hand take up a very full grip of her exposed breast and began playing with it.

A bit of her essence began dripping down her lips and into the canyon of her ass crack as she powered that slick dildo into her. The sound of flesh walls sliding over rubber filled his ears. Then it happen, it became his turn. She left that dildo stuck inside her as that hand reached down to pick him up firmly. Lazmer had to quickly remind himself of her rules, he didn't want to go back to the toilet. So silently he felt her hand pull him closer to those two mounds pushing against each other. The vixen's self love desired something to fill her asshole and he was to satisfy her desire.

Lazmer felt his head pushed between those cheeks. He was slowly pushed through fur and plush muscle that firmly hugged against him. Lazmer quickly found out why her scent was so strong, as the smell of salty, oily unwashed ass invaded his nose. She clearly hasn't showered today, and the scent assaulted him strongly as he was brought deeper into her ass. Then the scent suddenly changed to a sharp shit smell as he face was smashed into an asshole caked in a film of gunk.

She teased her asshole a bit, rubbing Lazmer's face all over that muscle and coating his face in her waste. He wondered why she wasn't using lube, apparently she was satisfied with her bodies natural essence. Her muscles tensed as she enjoyed slowly teasing her ass. Those large muscles all around Lazmer that he was waist deep in squeezed against him, then that filthy muscle relaxed.

The vixen stopped grinding him against her asshole, but instead gave a rough push. The hungry muscle greedily swallowed Lazmer's head into it. His head was submerged through tight muscles until it breached her bowels. Hot, musky air of ass filled around his head, but she kept pushing. His shoulders were a bit rough to push through that muscle but his body couldn't resist against her urges. He was pushed inch by inch up into her. Lazmer's form pushed open slimy walls, coating his fur in her bowel juices as she pushed him deeper and deeper into the abyss until he felt his knee's reach that anus, then she stopped with a low moan.

It was a very tight fit for him inside her, some of it due to that large rubber dildo he could feel on the other side of her wall robbing him of room. The tight string around him kept him from doing much more than wiggling, but she seem to enjoy that so he wormed about. It seem she wasn't fully satisfied with that alone though, as he felt himself being pulled back out through those thick walls, then roughly thrust back into her again.

It was a dizzying experience, as he was pistoned in and out of her asshole yet he never was pulled back beyond his shoulders. Then he felt that hard wall of the dildo in her cunt begin to piston in time with him. The experience was unpleasant to say the least, all the contents of her bowels was coating over him and the smell was unbearable. He spent long minutes being driven in and out of her bowels, muffled moans through her body and the picked up heart rate of blood pumping through those walls told him she was getting close.

Lazmer's service as being her artificial dick was doing well apparently when she roughly shoved both her toys into her and her body tensed. He felt her hand let go of his form mostly buried inside of her, then a single finger press against his feet. Lazmer alarmed quickly, but her desire to feel that extra inch seem to outweigh losing her toy inside of her and that finger pushed hard.

The coyote was pushed up into her bowels, his feet went beyond her tailhole as she called out loudly in pleasure to her erupting climax. He felt her muscles clamping in waves of pleasure as she rode out her climax until finally everything relaxed. She panted softly, murring above as she bathed in the afterglow of the orgasm, then that finger withdrew from his feet and her asshole leaving him inside her.

Lazmer then felt that added pressure of the dildo leave, she clearly pulled that toy out of its prison yet the coyote was left inside of her. He felt his world shift as she got up, he thought maybe now she would push him out or something but after several minutes he heard the tall tale signs of water pummeling against her form. She was taking a shower, with him still stuck deep inside her.

Lazmer kept expecting her to withdraw him eventually, even has he felt the added pressure at her tailhole somewhere near his feet while she cleaned that filthy muscle. Yet she never did, even after she was done with the shower and toweled off he remained. He felt her shifting around a bit, assuming she was putting clothes on when he heard it. A metal click, followed by several clicks afterwards.

"Seven days here we go, at least I took care of everything down there before hand." Her voice rumbling through her body.

Lazmer suddenly understood the gravity of the situation, she just put on that metal underwear she told Megan she would wear. Not only was he stuck deep inside her hot and moist bowels, but he wasn't coming out anytime soon. The only thing he could look forward to stuck here, was her next bowel movement. The thought terrified him, not this again, but she wasn't like a shark. No she was a vixen, who had normal bowel movements, he could expect her ass that happily held him in a firm embrace to introduce him to her waste sooner rather than later.

With that thought sharp in his mind, while also drowning in the foul taste and smell of her bowels he felt gravity shift again as she laid down. She was going to bed, and he had a long seven days to enjoy the full function of her anus.

Lazmer spent the night swamped in the vixen's anal juices, choking on them, it was in hospital. An anus was gross, hot and full of horrible functions no person should ever have to experience. Due to his tiny curse, he would survive what many wouldn't be able to. He laid trap deep inside her to bake for the whole night in her ambient juices. There wasn't any sleep to be had fending off the ever accumulating ooze of her tight cavern.

After a long night, he felt her moving again. Her sitting up scrunched him in her bowels rather uncomfortably. That moment didn't last too long as she stood up and got to her morning routine. She clearly had no intentions of retrieving her butt toy, her anus was holding him tightly. Nor could she with that time lock chastity underwear on.

He couldn't tell the time of day in the black void of her bowels, only what was happening through the movements of the vixen and the occasional rumble of her voice. At one point horrific reminders of a certain shark and his experiences with her was brought up when he heard his name mentioned by the Vixen.

"Ya it's on. You can even check the lock, seven days." The vixen informed.

"Like wow girl, you're really gonna do it. It's gonna be a total mess though."

"Well that's why I left one of my toys in my rear, stop the flood."

"Oh, smart girl ain'tcha? Bet it feels good too."

"Oh ya, I left it on vibrate. Duel purpose toy, some pleasure out of it while it blocks that dirty ending."

Lazmer heard all of this and was shocked, he wasn't so much a butt toy, as he was a butt plug. On top of that it sounded like she wanted him to keep her pleasured during his nightmare stuck in here. Then something pulled through deep inside her intestines. Lazmer wiggled lightly not sure what was happening until the walls holding him tightly pulled back. Air powered into his nose filling it with a burning sensation of stale shit. Lazmer immediately writhed, wiggling against those walls as he was forced full of her gas.

His gags on the horrible air pulled through him, then that high amount of pressure began to lessen as air seeped out around his feet. The harsh rumble of a bostorious fart filled his ears as those slimy walls closed in around him to hug him once more. Once the air escaped her, his muzzle was pinned pointing up into her depths by those tight walls as he heard a relieved sigh from the vixen getting rid of the uncomfortable gas.

The rest of the day was somewhat uneventful aside from his squirms and all that mess his fur was coated in. Yet something bothered him even more, that fart she pushed past him was different then the one the many he got from that shark. He could tell Megan had a meaty diet from the gas alone but this one, it was hot. It burned, something about it stuck out even beyond the foul smell.

Lazmer didn't have too long to mill it over, suddenly those nasty walls hugging him began to tighten, her entire body began to crunch and expand. He was being ringed out by those walls and soon he realized she must've been very physically active. He grunted, and yelped as he kept being curled up and stretched out, stomach curls. She was exercising, it was raising the heat inside of her. It wouldn't kill him, but it was about as uncomfortable as being mashed about inside of her bowels.

Lazmer yelped into the gunk of her insides, he squirmed trying to fight against her powerful muscles but they had full sway over him. The coyote was getting a healthy helping of all that ooze around him smeared into his fur, and even into his face. The more she moved about, not only the hotter it got but more of her he was memorize in his maw. He could feel all her movements, twists and stretches. Then a squelch, a tiny little air bubble pushed down her intestines from all those movements. It was smaller than the previous one, but it pushed down into his head and couldn't make it past his shoulders and those tight walls.

Lazmer gagged, the wretched smell it was searing air at his sinuses. That stench again, nasty old shit smelling stench but it was the burning sensation it was... spicy? It was clear then, as he was being mashed up in her biles, stuck to suffocate on her little gas bubble that it was something spicy she ate somewhere deep inside her and it was making its way towards him. He didn't have much ability to worry about what would be, each bend she made forced air out of him then her returning to normal would pull that wretched air back into his lungs.

She was keeping her body in that great shape she did, and Lazmer was learning how hard she hit the gym. It was hours worth of physical abuse and psychological as he was drowning in her bodily functions. Hours of being bent and twisted about inside her, forced to breath hot ass. The gas bubble was so minor to her she didn't even notice it was there but Lazmer was insignificant enough to her body that he suffered on it.

As she worked her body, more of those little gas pockets worked there way down to join around Lazmer's head and was further blocked by his body. Each little bubble wouldn't be much, but it kept a steady stream of wretched shit stinging at him. It was bad enough to make his eyes water up yet the vixen wasn't making any moves to clear her bowels.

Finally she stopped, her workout done and she was off to head home he presumed. He didn't care where she was headed, he was strangling on her trapped wind. Then out of nowhere the pressure around him increased, massively. The walls of her intestines pulled back as a giant air bubble pushed around him. He gagged, squirming violently as it was even worse than the previous drip of air. It was everywhere, burning at his eyes and nose. Then that clenched tailhole finally opened, he had never been so happy to hear a female pass gas and it was a monstrous one.

The shattered sound of thunder rumbled through her lower half deafening him. His body was helplessly flapped around in her insides as the torrent of wind pushed past him and out the backdoor. The walls closed in around him as that long fart sputtered out until finally all the gas was let go. The walls once again held him in a tight, wet embrace. That's when he felt it, his feet they were out of her body. That anus was gripped around his legs tightly. That fart pushed him out just a little but, something was stopping him.

His feet could feel cloth, a thong? Lazmer couldn't figure why she would choose to wear a thong with that metal underwear unless... She was purposefully keeping him trapped inside her. With his feet tied up, and that cloth fit nice and firm between his ankles, he wasn't getting any further out of her anus. The little hope he had, was crushed and his job was kept firmly in place. He was suppose to block her anus of any matter and she ensured he would. The coyote in his pure despair gave a scream into her bowels, but the small creatures cry was quickly muffled out from another thunderous expulsion of gas.

"Huh, not half bad." The vixen amused at her powerful fart.

Lazmer seem to be spared after that from anymore expulsions of rancid hot gas. He spent hours hugged in those slimy walls as he felt her tight cheeks at his feet shift left and right as she moved places. Then, gravity shifted once more as he felt his host lay down, it must've been bedtime finally. Lazmer could knock a day down, six more to go.

As she laid there, and the world around him went still, the coyote tried to relax. This was the most ideal his prison could be, there was no gas assaulting him, no shit other then the ambient bowel juices he was already covered in, and only the smell of sewer all around him. Oddly, it wasn't as bad as a lot of things he's been through so far. In an odd sort of way, if he could focus beyond all the unpleasantness this was sort of an odd sensation.

Having that heat, and muscles cradling him from all sides. It made this a sort of, smelly, hot sleeping bag. A very well guarded one at that, no one could hurt him in here, no one even knew he existed. Even if someone did, he believed this vixen wouldn't let them have him, her newest toy. There was something even slightly, reassuring about it. These were the thoughts he had to hold onto, it allowed him to keep from heavy despair and it even let him find sleep this night.