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Tom was rudely awoken by a deep grumbling vibrating through his body. The small fennec woke up, tiredly finding himself regrettably still pinned beneath the large rump of the canine who got off on his face the night before. Tom tried to squirm free a little but found his paws still pinned beneath her meaty rear. It was warm, in fact having a big rear for a blanket was rather coozy in a way. Sadly it came with some drawbacks, like the smell of her unclean self stuffing up the limited space between her thighs and under that blanket. It was potent down here, causing his head to swirl.

While Tom was shaking the stars from his sleepy mind, he heard that rumble again. He could feel it through his body, but it wasn't coming from him. His german shepard captive gave a sleepy grunt, he felt those fluffy cheeks perk up and suddenly a burning, thunderous blast pounded into his chest. Her as sputtered a ripe morning blast that gushed wind over his face. Moist, burning air exploded over him causing him to cough and gag on the burning ass fumes. It was quiet the ultimate dutch oven he was stuck in down here.

Yet she didn't let one loose in her sleep, she was waking up and felt the need to relieve that pressure. Tom could tell cause moments later her hips shifted, and that crusty cunt with dried essence all over it came down on him. Tom was mid gag when her clit pushed into his maw. He could feel his jaw had been shoved a little bit into her folds, but his nose thankfully was above it so he could still breath. What he didn't know, was her piss hole was now aimed at his stuck open maw.

"Ohh!" Shelly perked. "That's right, I found the greatest little cunt pleaser last night. Well I bet you're thirsty after last night." She figured.

Tom would agree, he'd love some water to wash out the taste of her cunt out of his maw. He waited for her to get off him, maybe even let him go after enjoying her night tormenting him. Yet she wasn't moving, instead he suddenly felt a hot, salty fluid push into his maw. Just a few drops, but it made him recoil rather quickly. Tom quickly knew what it was, urine. A few more drops entered his maw causing him to squirm, it wasn't like the piss from yesterday. This was overnight urine, dehydrated dark yellow. It was strong from not being diluted from water.

Tom was wrestling with that cunt when a sprinkle of her piss spurted into his maw, he had didn't have much choice anymore. The damn behind all the urine was about to break and it was drown in piss or swallow though he strongly doubt he would be able to keep up with her full stream, she was simply too big for him. Tom took a swallow and groaned having to drink the nasty fluids, but a trickle of a stream had started, replacing what he just cleared away.

"Ya... Make sure to keep up, it would be very unbecoming of a proper lady like myself to wet the bed." She shivered.

Tom could tell she was really holding back, this stream was not nearly as powerful as the one from yesterday, he was able to keep up swallowing her stream of piss as it came, and came and came. She sighed in relief as she emptied her bladder into his face, and finally after drinking what felt like a gallon of piss it trickled off and stopped. He panted and huffed, feeling rather waterlogged drinking that much nasty piss.

"It's so nice to have my own portable toilet." She concluded.

She wiggled for a moment on top of him, Tom could feel her smelly cunt ground against him before her weight finally lifted off him and she stood up out of bed. With a huff, Tom looked down on himself, salty sweat covered most his body, dried nectar from the canine covered the upper half. He was a caked mess in her fluids and it was almost as nasty as the piss he had to drink down a moment ago.

"Now for my morning routine, and a shower from the mess you made last night." She blamed.

Tom blinked at the statement, he'd argue it but he was still mute. Then he watched as her large paw came down to hit against the bed nearby, he perked in alarm as the paw pat a new area. Then finally, the third time it came down in flattened him to the bed for a moment until her fingers gripped around him. He was pulled up off the bed and taken for another ride. She didn't go far before snatching up a discarded piece of clothing.

"Now where did all of my clothes go..." She looked around for the other pieces.

She managed to find her bra, and underwear from yesterday, then went for the pants. Before grabbing those, she moved what was in her paw to the other. Tom watched as those skull and cross bone panties filled his vision until it smashed against his body, her fingers unwrapped slightly before wrapping around him and the bra and panties with it. He was tightly squeezed against soiled underwear, the stench of old sweat and musk smothered him.

Tom tried to wrestle with the underwear but he was helpless in her grasp. She carried her clothes and him out of the room and across the hall to the bathroom where he suddenly felt her let go of him. He dropped a few inches before hitting carpet, and those clothes fell on top of him. He got the wrong side of those panties pushed into his face, it was crusty with streaks of white and yellow very clearly on it. Tom was nuzzled against the discharge that her large cunt left in these things, and then she dropped her pants and shirt on him, pinning him there.

Tom heard her feet thumping off out of the bathroom, leaving him there. Slightly confused, he tried to wrestle his way out of the pile of smelly clothes. It was potent, he couldn't tell if this was what underwear on a women smelled like after three days or three months but he was leaning on the latter. He couldn't even smell a hint of cleaning product on these, proving she really didn't use the stuff.

Tom was starting to feel rather sorry for Shelly's underwear. Tom even managed to wrestle a bit of the crusty panties out of the way hoping her bra wouldn't be as bad but that thing wreaked of her body odor too. Tom continued to try and free himself from this pile, but he could clearly feel her large belt above him, pinning him down. The thing was just too heavy to wiggle free from while under all this cloth tangled up around him. He just wanted some clean air instead of choking on her pungent scent.

Tom was stuck there sucking on her dirty garments for nearly half an hour until he felt the thumps of her coming back. He felt her weight shift about the room for a moment, then heard the spray of a shower turned on. Tom slumped, seems like he'd be stuck in this filthy prison a bit longer, or so he thought. He was suddenly fished out of that pile of clothes by the shepard, and pulled up in her paws.

Tom was certainly confused for a moment as she carried him into the shower with her. He only had a moment to look around before being sprayed with her by the hot water coming out of the shower head. At least the water felt nice, washing off some of the filth he's gathered from the previous day, but something else started to pummel him, fur.

Shelly was rubbing the small fennec all over her body. He felt her muscle and wet fur run over him as his front was smeared across her shoulders and arms. Tom tried to squirm but her firm grip wasn't to be disputed, then he caught a glimpse of those large mounds of her chest she was bringing towards him. Tom gasped, even with her fur laid flat from water she had some sizable breasts for her height. Compared to him, they were large beach balls he was headed towards.

The canine about slapped Tom into one of her breasts, the plush mound conformed around his body as she mercilessly smeared him around on it. He could feel her nipple drawn over his body while he was being smothered by the large breast, she was certain to rub him over every inch of it, before moving him to the other breast and doing the same.

"Mmmm..." She moaned softly as she drew circles with him around her erect nipple.

Tom noted that she seem to be enjoying this far more than he was but before she could get too into it he was shifted around to her stomach. Drawn across those abs beneath the wet fur, and smeared about along her sides and even wiggled head first into her not so pleasant smelling armpits. Tom noted that she was thorough rubbing him all over herself and she certainly did, but saved the best for last.

After being rubbed over her back, and legs he was punished against her plush cheeks before there was a hesitation in her. She paused in thought for a moment before he was drawn between her legs. His perspective was a waterfall of that shower running down her thighs and cunt, but his head was positioned behind her to see those tone cheeks he just was drawn across. She seem to hover him there, lying face up towards her groin. Tom whimpered, it was the last place he hadn't been used to clean and she seem to have dark thoughts in mind.

The fennec was right, she brought him up until his torso was smashed into her cunt getting a shiver out of the large canine. She shifted her hold on him so he was laying with her palm, his head on her fingertips as she began to grind that swollen sex against his torso. Tom squirmed lightly, but at least she wasn't getting off on his face this time. His relief was short lived, as it seemed she was fully intending on cleaning the smelly monster hidden deep in the crack of her rump. Her fingers curled behind his head, and shoved his face through those walls of wet fur.

Tom's paws moved up to push against her cheeks but he was overpowered by her fingers alone as his head was shoved up between her lush cheeks until his muzzle pressed into the budding flower of her pucker. Tom was immediately met with ooze caking against his face. Leftover shit and butt gunk gathered from poor hygiene habits, it was a foul stench only a tailhole could create. Then she started teasing her tailhole in short circles with his head.

"Oh ya..." She happily played with herself on his body.

Tom's face was smeared across the wrinkles of her dirty pucker, that nasty gunk was mashed into his fur and even pushed past his lips. He was tasting that waste which was absolutely foul. She was humping into his body really getting into it, and the more she pressed against him the more he was being pushed into her filthy rear. He could feel her juices leaking out of her charged cunt smearing over his chest and stomach. Then she clenched her paw tightly, and his muzzle pushed past her tight anus.

"Oh fuck right there" She gasped.

Tom clenched his paws on the shelf of her rear as he was introduced to smells even more foul then before. Her ripe anus was filled with gunk and air no one was ever meant to breath, and he was choking on in. All while she continued to grind out an orgasm on his body, keeping him pinned to her nasty tailhole. She was going through the throws in noisy moans as her cunt tighten squirting more nectar on him.

Poor Tom was left there to gag on the potent smells of her insides while she came down off her high. She panted softly before finally pulling him off her groin, his muzzle slipped free from that filthy tunnel with coughs and gags for fresh air. She turned off the shower and happily stepped out feeling a bit more energized for the morning after that.

"You're so much better then my old wash rag, that thing is a filthy mess." She cheerfully pointed out.

Tom groaned, taking a moment to regain his senses as she toweled off a bit. She then slipped into her bra and panties from the day before, making him wonder why she even bothered taking a shower to wear soiled underwear. She pulled on the shirt before looking at the pants, then at the invisible fennec securely in her paw.

"Ya know I think I got an idea for you you're gonna really like." She thought.

Instead of putting the pants on, she simply picked them up and carried them and him back to her room, tossing the pants aside. Tom didn't like her idea's, they've all been horrible to him and he knew this one wouldn't be any different. She moved over to her desk where a fresh cup of coffee was waiting for her, and moved the Fennec down to the seat of the chair face up.

"Since you got such a wonderful night with the true scent of a female's cunt, I'll let you enjoy the wonders of my rump for a while." She happily declared to his dismay.

Tom watched as her hips shifted over, she never gave him a chance to flee, keeping him pinned there until her black clothes rump came down on him. Tom tried to push the rump away but it came down as if he wasn't even there. Her panties cunt sat happily against his chest while her cheeks were content in pushing over his head, pushing his muzzle up into the crack of her rump. The musky stale smell of the seat of her panties was bad enough, he had to breath through them to draw air but the air he got was from between her unwashed damp rump. It was a toxic combination that he choked on.

"There, now you enjoy yourself down there while I write up this piece for tonight's open mic jam. Don't worry, these things usually take me a few hours to type up." She reassured.

Tom barely heard her muffled voice through her ass, she wiggled lightly on his face getting comfortable and putting his nose just a little closer to her hidden tailhole just past these well aged panties. He couldn't handle this for a few hours, not even five minutes, it reeked back here. Maybe she simply didn't get how bad she smelled without proper showering and cleaning but she was unknowingly smothering him in this awful stench thinking he was into this. He never wanted to serve as a seat for anyone let alone be smelling what he believed was the stale scent of farts that have been blown through this fabric in it's past which only further convinced him these panties have never been properly washed.

Tom was stuffed in that ass for a while as she casually sipped at her coffee and typed away at her computer when he heard a distant voice speak up from her door.

"Hey, can't you pick your fur out of the drain after you shower?" She asked

"It's just fur, get it yourself." Shelly responded.

This followed with something he had been dreading but still was unexpected. An explosion of puttering sound while hot air blasted over his face as she farted on him. A sigh of relief came out of the canine as she relieved the air bubble in her bowels, drowning Tom in an awful smell of a potent fart that drew tears to his eyes. He writhed, coughing and gagging on the terrible fart, his lungs burning from breathing it's stench.

"Ew nasty Shelly! That's fucking gross." The room mate complained.

"It's a natural bodily function, and some guys out there actually think it's kinda hot." She shot back.

"Gag me, that's nasty. I don't think anyone could be into that Shelly. I'm out of her before I smell it." She closed the door and ran off.

"I know someone who is..." Shelly smuggly said to herself. "My own little butt lover." She confidently claimed all while Tom suffered on the putrid air lingering in her panties.