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Lazmer was nothing more than a mushy smear of oil and sweat, tucked tightly into the under boob of the large tiger shark. He was hidden away, pinned beneath her tight bra forced to be smothered in her filth all night long. It didn't help that Megan didn't ever roll back over that night, leaving a lot of her weight on her bust. He didn't get any sleep, leaving him exhausted by time morning came.

When Megan finally woke up, the momentary relief of her lifting off her bust only lasted as long as it took for her to start walking around to do her morning routine. Her bust tried to sway to the motions, her bra did well to hold it in place and Lazmer was left being hammered under all that weight. Every bounce resulted him being squished, smearing more of the gunk hidden beneath her giant breast over him. It became so predictable that he winced when he didn't get smashed.

It felt like hours in this position, he couldn't well hear beyond her breathing and heartbeat, until that bra pulled away from his back. His body didn't fall from the lack of support, instead it just stuck there, trapped in place. A finger came in to dig him out and curl around him. The cage of fingers around him only held him briefly until he was deposited on hardwood. He didn't much have the strength to stand.

Opening his eyes he looked around to see Megan towering over him, but nearby was a giant dinner plate with a breakfast burrito placed on it bigger than him. The intended owner of that meal was sat at this table, his Mistress the vixen.

"See? Like, I told you I'd find him." Megan smiled.

"Ya ya, fine. I can see that." She grumbled in return, swooping a hand down to take up her meal.

The large vixen took a big bite of her meal, it was one of two burritos she was chowing down on. The smell of microwaved beans, cheese and meat wafted down over him. It was far from pleasant at this size, if he had the strength he might've crawled away from it.

"Girl you been like, eating a lot of that junk. Doesn't that give you the burning runs?" Megan pointed out.

"Eh, I been constipated lately, hoping it'll do just that. Besides I'm feeling lazy today, ain't you got something going on tonight?" She returned.

"Ah, ya I got another date. A few more days and I'll like, be over this heat but I'm gonna totally milk it while I can." She giggled.

"Alright, I got some shit planned today too, I'll take care of our butt slave, you go have fun." She dismissed.

Megan simply giggled at the prospected but soon latched her bra back on and headed out. The vixen was stuffing the last of the first burrito into her maw, Those frightening hues staring down at him. He felt, guilty. He didn't stay in Megan's cunt like he was told to, somewhere in the back of his mind he argued that it wasn't his fault but it was just a whisper of a voice now.

"I'm sorry Mistress." Lazmer whimpered.

"Eh? Sorry? Oh about fucking it up with Megan, we'll get to that later." She swallowed down a bit of her food before grabbing the other one. "You look like shit." She mentioned before taking a bite.

"I... haven't slept well. Being your servant is rough work Mistress."

"I didn't want excuses I was pointing out the obvious." She nearly spat chunks of food at him. "Look, I got some shit to take care of today. I want you alert for later so I'm leaving you here." She pointed out.

"Y-yes Mistress."

Lazmer was curled slightly into himself, he still reserved mixed feeling about his mistress. He watched her scarf down the last burrito, and then her hand came out to him. He couldn't do much else than lay there as her fingers wrapped around him. He was being carried off, where he didn't know but the prospect of rest was alluring. His ride was short and soon he found himself discarded into soft cloth, it was very inviting save for the smell. Stale sweat and fart imbued fabrics played at his sense of smell.

"When you're not with me, this is your bed." The vixen informed. "I took the time to separate out all my dirty underwear from the rest of my clothes just for you. I want you to curl up in the remnants of my rear as if you were separated by a close companion. I want your dreams to be of my butt, For you to beg for my ass to return for you." She growled from above.

"Y-yes my Mistress, I'm very thankful for this." Lazmer returned.

"You best be. I'll be home tonight, and I better find you snuggled up in my butt wear when I do."

She didn't even wait for a response, she headed out. Lazmer's heart was calming down from the frightening experience. He really had become nothing more then an object to her rear. At least she was sporting a very nice rear. Still the thought was somewhat distant, the smells were bearable enough and the cloth was far too inviting. Lazmer quickly found sleep in this pile of white cotton panties, even going so far as to pull a bit of the fabric over him. This would be the best sleep he had gotten since he was cursed.

Lazmer slept deep and hard, the odd comfort from used underwear he was snuggled up in was oddly welcoming to his exhausted self. He wasn't sure how long he was out for, but it didn't last long enough when thundering through the floor was pulling him back to the world of the waking. It was dark in the room, the sun had gone down but soon enough light flooded the room when the wall switch was pushed.

Towering in the middle of the room with a hand firmly on the wall to secure her was his Mistress. Her giant, muscular form stood nothing on. Her entire form was bare, and it seemed like even she was just noticing this as she slurred out.

"Where the fuck is all my clothes?"

The vixen wobbled slightly off balance, cluing Lazmer in that she must've hit up a club tonight and got plastered. She stumbled across the room towards her dresser for a moment, taking a long pause to think. She rummaged for a moment through her draws before giving up on them, and recklessly making her way closer towards Lazmer's side of the room.

"Fuck it, don't wanna wear nothing I'ma mess in. I'll just, wear something already dirty." She settled for.

Lazmer perked, now much more awake when her hand reached down to snatch up the very underwear he was sleeping in. The crusty pair of stained panties carried Lazmer with it, as she rocked back and forth to try and put her legs in those holes in the underwear. The constant movement forced Lazmer to grab a hold of the cloth so he wasn't tossed aside. Before he knew it, orange fur and toned muscle was blurring past him as he got a look at his destination. A sloppy, cum soaked cunt.

Lazmer was determined not to relieve drowning in male fluids and frantically kicked at the underwear, pushing himself backwards. With an alarmed squeak, he was hoisting into the vixen's hips, the underwear sat tight on her curves but left enough room in the back for the coyote to lay against the back of the panties and gaze at the perky ass cheeks, and the deep crack beyond hiding a familiar monster. His lower half was being pushed against a wet cunt oozing fluids against him. Then his world began to rock as she started stumbling off again.

Lazmer's hands pushed out against her cheeks as they tensed and relaxed to her movements, they were difficult to keep pushing against. This was a rather rude awaken, but then he began to feel his stomach leap, he was falling. Her hips came down as she sat on her bed, and that rear smashed into him. His face pushed between those cheeks and that's when the shock of the situation was overpowered with the smell of rank ass. Oils built up from poor hygiene, sweat from the night of fun and a hint of his old nemesis, shit.

Lazmer coughed at the invading smell attack him when he heard a rumbling far above him. A loud, unladylike like belch pulled out of the vixen, and with that announcement from her, she fell back into her bed and passed out. Lazmer wrestled with the plush cheeks as he tried to free his face from this gross embrace. He didn't have long in his struggle when another rumble struck the vixen far closer to the little coyote. Her tailhole happily relaxed and a massive blast of gas from her bowels freed Lazmer from her ass cheeks and plastered him back against the panties as speckles of cum and shit splattered over his upper half.

Lazmer couldn't regret more moving to the back of her panties, he'd rather drown in the cum filled cunt. When the stench of her fart hit him, it was sickly death with a burning sensation that reminded him of those breakfast burritos. Before he could even recover from gagging on the putrid gas, the odd sensation of hot sticky ooze crawling up his stomach hit him. She was laying on her back, and all the contents of her cunt was dripping down to cover him. He'd get the best of both worlds tonight, and she wasn't going to save him from it. She wasn't even aware he was trapped in her underwear, and she was out cold.

His hips were pinned from the tight underwear to her cunt that was drooling a slow moving flood of creamy white cum up his stomach and over his chest. Lazmer had nowhere to go while gagging on thick ass fumes and potent body odor all while trapped in a rather dirty pair of underwear. All the smells combined to make his head swirl. All he could do from that position is try to fight off the encroaching ooze covering over his body, he desperately swatted at the soup of sex.

The coyote was fighting a losing battle when her body had to expel another bubble of air. Toxic fumes blasted the fur back on his body as a gush of cum that had sought it's home inside her anus came splattering out. He was sprayed with a mix of bowel juice and thick semen, becoming nothing more than a stain against the back of her underwear. She was right in her concern of ruining a clean pair of underwear as he experienced first hand. Even her ass cheeks were splattered in the mess from the shit monster nestled deep between them.

While trying to come to terms with his new prison for the night, Lazmer felt the copious amounts of fluids drooling out of her relaxed sex crawl over his chest and face. He struggled to wipe it away but was quickly running out of options. He would open his maw to breath but the thick fluids would invade it, filling him with musky male taste as well as potent female juices. Lazmer had to drink the fluids to regain his ability to breath her stinky backside.

For more than eight hours Lazmer had to fight against swallowing cum, breathing filth and even having to endure the choking fumes of her ass that sprayed him with gas through the night. It was far later in the hours of horror that the constant air blasting out of his Mistress's ass had suddenly stopped. Lazmer found that the putrid air was actually helping him fight against the cum covering his form as each forceful blast would plaster the ooze outward making the dirty underwear filthy but relieving the layers from his face for a moment.

For the rest of the time he was sealed away, Lazmer was faced with cum plastering his form to the tainted cotton fabric slowly thickening and even hardening. It became very difficult to fight against it, the ooze now turning into a glue all while choking on the horrible smells trapped inside the only article of clothing she was wearing. Even if he could adapt to the horrible smells, her thunderous snoring wasn't letting sleep be an option for the tiny coyote.

The last hour of the long night, Lazmer found himself losing the fight against the musky filth that layered him. It had grown too thick to simply wipe away with his hands and he was now choking on the ripe essence. Finally his struggles would come to an end when the snoring had stopped and the large form he had been pinned to started to shift. Unfortunately for Lazmer, her first action was to sit up on the bed. Her giant muscled ass rolled over him with all her weight while his head was pushed up between those messy cheeks.

Lazmer was both relieved and distressed at the same time. Her furry cheeks had wiped away the filth strangling him but as he gasped for air, the stench was far worse now that he was far closer to that oily and cum splattered tailhole of hers. He then heard her grunt in discomfort, and that bunched up circle of muscles in front of his face bulge outward enough to kiss his nose and smear it with the layer of filth that coated it. Lazmer squirmed franticly but with his hands pinned beneath her tone cheeks he couldn't do much, it was however enough for his Mistress to notice.

"Eh? Is that my little butt slave all too eager to reunite with my glorious ass?" She questioned.

A probing finger reaching down ran over Lazmer's rump, forcing his hips to push up against her wet folds for a moment. Lazmer would've replied if he wasn't gagging on the terrible smell of her tailhole practically pushing into his face. All he could do is squirm beneath her superior weight as that anus was all too happy to greet it's little toy.

"Mmm my happy little shit stain. I bet you're looking for a welcome back kiss hmm? I'll blow you a big wet kiss." She grinned.

She seem to paint him in such a way that he was enjoying this, Lazmer truly wasn't but he wondered if she did this to torment him or if she truly thought he did enjoy this. The threat of a blown kiss was clear as day to him, something he wanted to avoid anymore of. He tried to overpower the stench so he could beg her not to but she wasn't waiting for a response. Lazmer opened his maw to cry out no and he was met with those muscles giving way to a deafening explosion of hot spitting gas.

Lazmer's face was filled with hurricane force winds, the air was hot and disgustingly humid as the putrid burning fumes of her fart hammering into his senses relentlessly. The stale fart that had been baking inside her for hours drew on, and it became clear that this trapped air was room-mating with raw shit inside her as the potency of the smell was beyond overpowering. He could feel her muscles bunch up as she was forcing this fart to drag out as long as possible, starting off loud and powerful until growing low as it sputtered. It wasn't until the tail end of the expulsion that the 'wet' promise in her remark was fulfilled.

The squelching sound of air squeezing through shit and bowel juice made the event sound incredibly wet, and Lazmer confirmed how bad it was. Juices, and bits of cum soaked shit broke off the monster turd packed inside her to smack into his face held firm right in front of her evacuating hole. Lazmer had shit, gas and juices fill his maw as her tailhole started to close at the end of the fart causing the last bit of air to bubble out through the filth that layered the muscle before it finally came to an end. He had been blasted with all manner of filth to the point that his eyes wearing tearing up from the potent stench and taste.

"Damn that was a wet one, fucking big too. But it felt really good." She relieved before picking up on the potent smell of her own gas. "Ugh nasty. I'm pretty sure I messed myself on that one." She surprised.

Lazmer couldn't get a response back to her, to tell her how nasty this was and how much he didn't like it. He was covered in all manner of filth his body was actively trying to reject but it was smeared all over him. Even the nasty stench of that fart was trapped inside her underwear were it was most potent. He squirmed and made incoherent noises as he gagged on it all.

The coyote's paws pushed against oily fur and firm cheeks just trying to save himself from sinking any further into this filth when he felt those muscles tense. The large mounds of her strong rear squeezed in around him forcing him to squeak against all the muck he was covered in. His body became even more trapped inside the hot and moist ass, then she began to walk. The large walls covered in shit and cum began to smear back and forth over him.

It was but a short walk but even that managed to smash sweat, oils and secretions into his fur like a fuzzy trash compactor. Then his body, and the filthy panties he was plastered to dropped. Dizzy, choking and blinded for a moment, he eventually got his bearings. He was laid across the back of a brown and white splatter fabric, the giant pillars of his Mistress's legs on both sides of him as she sat with her underwear at her knees.

The towering vixen sat on a toilet, her hues staring lazily down at the mess of her panties. Lazmer couldn't tell if she was looking at him, or just the filthy mess she made in them. As he contemplated saying something up to her after he recovered on fresh air, a roar of piss emptied into the toilet as she relieved her overly full bladder. When the scent of her urine wafted up between her legs, Lazmer recoiled into the mess of the panties from such a strong odor. All the drinking she did the night before clearly dehydrated her, leaving nothing but incredibly sour and bitter smelling piss that he could taste just breathing through his maw.

"I'm a fucking mess down there..." She sudden remarked. Lazmer looked up to trace her gaze and notice she was staring at the mound of thick cum and juices that coated the crotch of her panties. "Hey butt bug, we need to talk." She firmly stated.

Lazmer was a little confused why they were having a talk while she was relieving herself but gave a timid nod. "Yes Mistress." He powered through the smell.

"You let Megan down, you were suppose to stay in her cunt, but you're so obsessed with shit and ass's you ended up her's again. I need to punish your unworthy actions understand?"

"Y-yes Mistress... I'm truly sorry I failed."

"Ya I don't want sorry's I want actions. So as for your punishment, move yourself to the crotch of my panties."

Lazmer wasn't sure what kind of punishment this was, but if it got him away from the brown blast radius on her cotton underwear he was ok with it. It took some work to pry himself off the plaster cloth, but eventually he carefully crawls around to the crotch of the underwear. The reinforced cloth kept any of the juices from leaking through it easily, this left a thick layer of paste like sex so much that he couldn't even see the fabric beneath it. The thick smell of cum and dirty cunt was thick here. When his hands would try to stabilize himself against the fabric, they would sink into the layer like mud.

"Good." She stated, having just finished pissing and without even wiping, the large vixen stood up casting a large shadow over her underwear. "Lay on your back." Her next command came.

Lazmer turned himself, struggling to free his hands from the goop but eventually got himself facing up, and laying his back regretfully into the mass that stuck into his fur. His eyes looked up watching in awe at the large hips staring him down. He could see her matted fur all over those swollen lips of her cunt. This soup of sex clearly plastered across her sex as much as it did her underwear, she was quite a mess down here.

"I don't feel well with a hangover so I don't feel like much of anything much less a shower, so you're punishment is to shower for me, specifically my perfect cunt. I want you to clean all of it, including the crotch of my wonderful panties that holds it. And no, you can't try to shovel off somewhere else, you have to dispose of it. That means eat it my little cunt sponge. If I'm not spotless by time I have to use the bathroom next, then I'm going to use you as a douche." She threatened.

Lazmer shrunk at this punishment, he had to eat all this filthy thick cum before she next used the bathroom? Not only was that frightfully gross but he wasn't even sure if he could with how thick it had become. It would be like chewing the most gross taffy he could even think of. Before he could even agree to those terms, the panties were hosted up and he was plunged into the hot filthy cunt he was dreading a moment ago. Her furry folds pushed tightly against him, smearing old cum and the strong smell of piss into him.

"I know it's probably a little crusty down there so I saved this to help loosen things up." She remarked.

Lazmer was slightly curious somewhere beneath disgusted and squirming for air when the sting of hot piss pushed into his face and ran over his chest. It was a little squirt of urine to her but for him it was a gallon at least. The dark gold liquid was like a punch to his senses, it was so foul his body wanted to reject it immediately. He didn't even have time to adapt to the putrid urine when he felt her large hand smash up into her crotch as she smeared that urine around. It mixed into the paste like cum making it more runny again but now the musky wad was mixed with that horrible piss and he had to consume that.

"Mmm and if you manage to clean me up, I'll even give you a generous reward afterwards. See I'm not so unreasonable, you're pretty damn lucky to have me as your Mistress." She believed.

Lazmer felt her paw finally move from smashing him into her filthy cunt, stuck in the middle of the muck swamp of male and female musk, cum and probably the most putrid piss he ever had the displeasure of tasting. He wasn't feeling the luck, or seeing any reason as he had to summon all his willpower to try and swallow mawfull after mawfull of this horrible stuff. He had to be smart about this, his time was limited and he didn't know what the reward was but he definitely wanted to avoid the punishment.

Lazmer decided to start on the outsides of her cunt, around the area's where her sex wasn't slowly oozing discharge for him to fight against. It was very difficult, not just to stomach the foul mess he had to scoop up into his maw and swallow, but each of her movements grind his face between her fold and her inner thigh.

Once Lazmer had mawful after mawful of well aged creme that flooded her panties, he was stuck licking the crusty stains out of the cotton fibers. He worked bit by bit cleaning everything he could, even through being sat on and smeared across her groin though thankfully she lifted a leg up with an open leg spread relieving some of the pressure off him.

It felt like a full days work eating the nauseating goop of sex out of her panties and off her fur. The sting of urine mixed with it all was stuck in his maw but he was confident he did everything he could to clean her groin up. He was confident enough that he managed to get the job done, and simply laid crushing in her panties still damp from his licking and her now clean and moist cunt. exhausted and with a taste that would never leave him, he waited for his Mistress to see his work, and to get that reward.

It didn't take long before he felt his mistress moving again. Lazmer was smeared this way and that as he took large steps towards her destination and then his world dropped. The panties he was trapped in fell, and he was staring up her large tone thighs to her sitting on the toilet again. Her hues glanced down at him from those large mountains that are her breast, then a single hand reached down to feel over her cunt.

"Huh, not bad my little pet. You out did yourself, I really didn't expect you to manage it." She noted.

Lazmer had to admit, just a little bit of himself through all this felt oddly good to hear her praise him. He didn't have long to shine in his achievement though, as he heard a splash of piss spray into that toilet, then her large hand reached down to wrap around him while he was distracted. She fished him out of her panties and moved him over to the counter of the sink nearby.

Lazmer found himself standing on the hard white surface nearby some pile of little chains, perhaps a necklace or something he figured. He was a bit distracted to really investigate, as the smell he had been surrounded in for hours was thick in his own fur. He tried to paw at it but gunk matted his fur thick and had harden well into him. Hopefully she would allow him to clean up a bit after she was done though.

The coyote didn't need to wait long, the violent flush of the toilet filled his ears as he watched the strong vixen stand. Her giant form moved over in front of the counter he was on, giving him a wonderful view of her smooth abs beneath that short fur. Her claws moved down to pluck a strand of that thin chain nearby him and hold it up. It was an odd construct, appearing to have some sort of tiny cuffs welded into the links.

"Now for your prize, put your wrists into it." She firmly noted.

Lazmer was notably hesitant, but to deny his Mistress was far worse then whatever this odd 'gift' was, that much he was certain of. Timidly, he moved over to the chains, placing one wrist into one cuff, and another wrist into the other. Her free hand carefully moved down to pinch the cuffs short, they were lined with some sort of fabric so it wasn't rough on his wrists but they were tight enough that he couldn't wiggle free of them.

"Good, your reward is being my thong for the day. You get to spend a nice long twenty four hours with your favorite part of me, little butt slave." She finally revealed.

Lazmer blinked, this really wasn't a reward for him but at least it wasn't worst. He could do twenty four hours, he's done a full weak compacted in shit before, he could do this. Suddenly he felt himself hoisted up with the chains, and moved around to the vixen's back side. Before he was the well curved hills of her tone rump, that ass she was so convinced his whole life's purpose was meant to please.

Lazmer could smell the aroma rolling off that filled out rump, a musky natural scent of unwashed ass and stale sweat. His nose wrinkled to it, but before he could adapt to the smell of her rear he was suddenly plunged between those large cheeks. He felt fur and plush cheeks spread over his body as he was plunged deep into her rump. The chain cradled behind his head, and around his back before sneaking between his own rear and continuing on to wrap around the large vixen's hips. It pulled tight to pin him against her, and that's when his nose bumped into her tailhole.

The beast hidden between her cheeks was relatively clean, some slimy gunk caked around it just from not washing herself. The smell that Lazmer found however, dwarfed the musky smell he was forced to endure before. The stench kept tight between her cheeks was rather foul, a sting to his senses. He gagged lightly at the smell, this would take some getting use to. He eyed cautiously that wrinkled muscle while trying to recover from the initial shock of stench when he felt the chain suddenly pull even tighter.

Lazmer was nuzzled into her tailhole, he barely had any wiggle room for his head and that hungry monster before him. His mistress had pulled the chain tight, and clicked it into place so it wouldn't slip from her hips. Then she bent over, his nose plunged into the center of her anus, his cheeks nuzzled on the slimy surface of those wrinkled. He even felt his hips tugged tightly between her swollen folds. She slowly stood back up, and he felt a familiar cloth cradle his lower half, she pulled her panties back on.

"I think my ass is a little jealous of all the attention you have my cunt earlier, so make sure you lick me clean back there." This was notably an order."Oh and don't worry though, I'll make sure you're nice and warm, let me go get my sweat pants." She added.

Lazmer whimpered, he really didn't want to taste the filth of her anus but she would know if he didn't comply. He barely noted the sweat pants comment, a distant concern to the task that laid before him. Her furless wrinkled tailhole filling his vision that he was nuzzled up against. The grime and gunk that layered it was from days worth of neglect, and his duty to clean it with nothing more then his tongue. Before he merely had to endure this, but twenty four hours cleaning her, might be worse then he thought.