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The coyote slowly opened his maw, and inched out his tongue reluctantly, just a taste to test the waters of this foul anus. Just as his tongue was reaching out to caress the skin of her pucker, the vixen twisted, and moved. His muzzle was pushed into her wrinkles, with his tongue slipping over a long strip of her filthy hole. He winced, it didn't taste any better then it smelled. Lazmer tried to pull back from the sting of that foul taste but her hips pivoted, she bent over and his face smeared into her more.

Lazmer's nose punched into the center of her tailhole while his jaw scrapped along the outside of it. The gunk plastered to her scrapped into his maw as she pulled up her sweat pants. The coyote squirmed, having a mawful of her anus's generous gift, and having no choice but to clench and swallow it. His whole body shivered feeling that anus musk run down his throat.

Lazmer gave a gasp, choking on the putrid air he was trapped in after tasting that horrible meal. In his mind he tried to will power his way on, he was tasked with cleaning her whole tailhole, and he hardly made a dent yet. Though his prison was on the move yet again, her cheeks swayed as the giantess walked. While he was getting his face smeared into her gunky wrinkles, he couldn't get his nose out from the tight hug of her anus. Even just the simplest of twitches from her little muscle back here was holding him captive.

The canine couldn't do much to help his situation either, being chained up in her panties he really didn't have any leverage. Then he felt the pressure increase, she was bending over again but this time it was accompanied by a sudden dropping sensation. Her massive cheeks slammed down on a soft couch as she sat down, and while she settled back in front of the tv, Lazmer was crushed into her anus far more than before.

Lazmer could feel his nose poking through the other side of that filthy muscle, and the foul stench that greeted him from the other side was definitely the worst thing he's smelled since he'd been cursed. It was like mexican food, if it was left to rot in a skunks stink gland. He tried desperately to pull back out but the weight over he body on him, and her cheeks hugging him tightly kept him paralyzed in place.

She sighed softly, a rumbling huff of boredom as she scanned the channels to find anything worth her interest. She was completely unaware of the torment she was putting on the micro coyote being smashed into her ass. Lazmer completely disregarded the idea of cleaning her tailhole at this point, not that he could if he wanted to. Every breath he drew, even trying to just breath through his maw was drawing off the smell of pure shit inside her bowels. He would do anything to get his nose out from inside her, but he was entirely helpless beneath her.

Lazmer coughed and gagged on the stench, he wiggled and squirmed but he could hardly move. He had to admit defeat, he ass alone was simply far stronger than his meager little self could resist. He would just have to wait this one out, besides it would be better to wait to clean her tailhole anyways. He was suppose to be in here for a while so why clean it early for it to just get dirty again. For now he had to focus surviving this mind numbingly awful smell.

The small coyote was left using every mental exercise he could muster to just withstand painful minutes of that stench. He couldn't even imagine how a girl of her attractive form could create this rancid unworldly smell. Truly there must've been some horrific monster hiding inside the miles of her bowels to create these stifling fumes. He was sadly left there to fester in that stench. Worst off, those sweatpants were doing as their name implied, she was getting hot down here, and moist. He didn't have to smell sweaty ass, he was currently sniffing something far worst, but with his maw stuck open on the lower lip of her anus he was having to taste it.

Minutes passed by, agonizing minutes for Lazmer. He was getting the point by now, he did some bad things in his life. He took advantage of girls right and left, the world was his plaything but with these roles so thoroughly reversed, he simply felt beaten. Was this really how the girls he had abused felt? He was beginning to think so, helpless, taken advantage of and suffering.

As if to answer his own self pity, fate made his suffering even worst. A new pressure suddenly filled his sinuses as as squelch tore through her lower half. A fart built up at her back door and the pressure forced the putrid hot air into his sinuses. Sheer panic ran through him, the smell, how was it even worse than before? It was burning every cell of his airways. His eyes watered, his body wretched as he gagged hard on that foul fart.

Lazmer was ready for the sudden explosion of her farting on him, at least he could hopefully get his nose out when she did... but she didn't. Her anus tightened its grip around his snout and held. The toxic air poisoning him was pushing into his body and slowly hissing out his maw as it's only escape. The coyote squirmed uncontrollably, was she trying to save him from an massive fart or something? Why wasn't she letting this one go? Then a harsh rumble from far above... a snore, she was sleeping.

The coyote would've hurled if he could, the slow drain of such a potent, putrid fart was pushing through his being and there was nothing he could do about it be live in it's filth. She was far off in sleep land, unaware of the gas waiting to be released. This was far worse then any fart, it just never ended. His tiny little airway was barely making a dent in the massive air bubble inside her, the taste the smell it never diluted as the air kept rushing through him.

Lazmer was forced to breath every particle of air that made up her singular fart. After tormenting minutes after minutes of eating her gas the pressure was slowly fading and the end was soon near he prayed. He just wanted this to end, he'd rather be eating her shit then be stuck literally serving as her anus to relieve a fart. He even tried pulling on her fur to get her attention but he was not even an irritation to wake the sleeping giant.

Just as the gas was about relieved from the giant through the coyote's body, another squelch sounded above and much more gas filled in to replace what he had sift through. Lazmer would've screamed if he could past that putrid toxic winds blowing through him. As every part of his sinuses, throat and mouth was coated in airified shit, the deep rumble of the giant snoring above him carried on. She was completely undisturbed by the little discomfort a simple fart had.

Lazmer tugged and pulled on the binds that held him in place but even the chain no bigger than a necklace held him in place while the weight of the giant's rump smothered into his face. No matter how much he wrestled with that grimy anus, it kept a firm hug around his nose as her bowels continued to force an olympic pool amount of wretched female fart through him.

The coyote was left there, suffering on the tainted air for how long he simply couldn't tell. He couldn't understand how she could hold such a vast amount of gas inside her, but it simply kept coming. Anytime the pressure would die down and he thought it would end soon, another squelch ripped through her stomach and more nasty air pushed through him.

After a few grunts from the large beast, and a shift in posture that ground him in her sweaty ass even more, Lazmer finally understood what was happening in her rectum. All this gas, the active bowels and he recalled earlier her stating she hadn't gone to the bathroom in a week. She either took one of her infamous laxatives, or his invading presence was triggering her bowels. All this gas that should be exiting her tailhole was being hammered into him by a much more dreadful monster lurking inside her. It explained how badly the gas smelled, week old shit was lumbering closer to her back door and him.

Lazmer's only hope was that she would wake up from all this activity and it wouldn't wait until she had to urgently go. Sadly she seemed well off in dream land with how loudly she was snoring, the clock was ticking and not in the coyote's favor. More of the foul air pushed through him but the squelching was getting softer, there was less gas in her bowels. Then it happened, the air drained out. The coyote would have rejoiced if he didn't feel a rough wall of oozing shit push into his nose.

Instantly, Lazmer changed his opinion on eating shit instead of that fart. It was so bad, like week old rotting animal just pressed into his nose. Lazmer was retching against his will, but thankfully his Mistress was stirring awake. She shifted and lifted up, setting more weight on Lazmer, causing that horrific shit to push into his nostrils.

"Ugh... damn, is this finally the day I get all this shit out of me?" She grumbled tiredly.

Lazmer could confirm it as it was already pushing out of her body and into him slowly. To his great relief she stood up from the seat and began to wander across her house. Just a little longer, she'll drop her bottoms and rescue him from this torment. Even if she intended to shit in his face, maybe due to being sleepy she'll forget about him and snag the chain with her underwear.

The loud thunk of a door closing, and the hard smack of a porcelain lid being lifted told him it was finally time. He felt her turn, and start to bend. Lazmer's fists were clenched as he was ready to be yanked out, He felt the wedged panties rip out from her cheeks and cool air hit against him as her bottoms were lowered, without him. With a solid clunk, her ass landed on the seat. With a minor adjustment she was ready to push.

Lazmer felt her anus spread open, no longer was his maw caught open from her tailhole. Before he could even close it however, a huge wall of shit pushed into his face. It was hard from sitting in her bowels for so long and easily kept his maw open as it pushed into it. The awful taste of old shit mashing into his maw had him about screaming if any air could escape that giant mass surrounding his head. Sadly with how compact the shit was, it didn't want to simply ooze around him to get to the toilet.

Lazmer's Mistress pushed harder, her bowels heaved more and that shit began to crawl around his head slowly. Why would she do this to him? This was definitely the worst tasting thing he's ever had in his maw and it was so slowly pushing down his throat and around his head that she thought it was stuck.

"Come on, just go already." She growled impatiently.

No, she didn't remember he was there. He meant so little to her she completely forgot she locked him up to her anus which was currently pushing out to force more shit into him. This kind of horror, no person could manifest. With another grunt, she pushed more of the giant foul pillar through his head, it was splitting apart from the force and breaking off into the toilet while the core of it was forced down his throat.

"Oh god that reaks." She coughed from above him.

Her own repulsive smell pulled a gag from her, which only helped push more shit into him. Slowly, inch by inch that monster of a turd smashed over his face feeding him more and more. This suffering, not even the cruelest Mistress could perform, this kind of power to smother him in such unworldly filth was unnatural. She was no mere vixen, no Mistress... No, to accomplish this complete decimation of him she was a deity. She was his appointed Goddess, and for all his sins, he was her condemned soul.

As the long, large shit eventually made it past his head, it was quickly replaced with another, slightly softer pillar of putrid shit to fill him. These chains weren't letting him free from the direct fire of her purging tailhole and this wretched shit filling his maw over and over. Wave after wave struck her, and more shit began to pile up beneath him in the toilet from what he wasn't force fed. She grunted away, desiring nothing more then to purge it all from her system without any clue or concern of what her bodies natural process was doing to him. He was forced to witness this foul act in full, with all his senses being smothered by all manner of foul. This was hell.