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The Perfect Spell Part 3 ; Home, Stink Home

Senereus smiled down on his new cult of followers. Small, but efficient. They'd followed the dragon out of the school and town, all the way up to these ruins nearby. The ruins themselves weren't too nice, but it provided a free home for Senerus and the others. The effects of the repeated spellcasting were over the top, to say the least. Sitting on his new throne, wriggling a bit for comfort, his heavy balls were so caked with grime that the original color of the flesh wasn't easily discernable. The off-yellow and brownish filth was sticky and soft ,covering most of the repugnant ballsac.

Above that, his sheath was a force of nature all its own. The thick, gorged sheath was bubbling over with hot, large chunks of dick cheese, the entire opening obscured by the disgusting substance. The sheer amount of smegma oozing and bubbling out of Senerus' sheath was enough to make anybody gag, even the most seasoned of filth-lovers. It would twitch occasionally, spilling another large glob of the stuff onto the stone floor beneath his feet.

At his feet, his enormous ballsac was resting on the floor, creating a thick and visible puddle of slime, spreading outward from his balls. The repeated dripping of smegma from his sheath splattered down into the puddle of slime, sloshing it up his ankles and legs a bit. The dragon enjoyed that feeling...the hot wet grease smearing in between his toes and against his legs. It was hot in more ways than one.

Speaking of those feet....since re-casting the spell, the stink wafting off of them had grown to such levels that it threatened to overpower his ball stench. Not quite though - there was still something so potent about his ballstink that kept it in charge of the other smells. The cheesy corn chip scent wafting from his feet wasn't easily dismissed, however. The dragon's reeking feet were literally and visibly steaming now, adding their funk to the mist swirling around.

That mist that poured off of his body had become a thick and choking fog, covering everything in the ruins. The mixtures of his various foul odors had spread into this thick cloud that blanketed the ruins, spreading up into the sky, a translucent and slightly green cloud. It was foul beyond foul, the kind of foul you'd only find in the deepest pits of hell. Not only was Senerus' filthy odors spreading the cloud, but smaller clouds of stink had begun wafting off of the other occupants, mixing up the batch of funk that'd spread out of the ruins.

The other males were completely hypnotized by the rank stink that coated everything. Their own bodies had begun shifting on the way to the ruins, producing excess smegma and ballsweat, until things started clumping up, congealing, just like the dragon. However, for the others their filth was on a smaller scale, not having had the spell cast on them as much as the dragon had. In particular one otter was looking like he hadn't ever taken a bath, his fur tangled in so many twists and knots that it barely resembled fur anymore. The sweat had congealed into these tangles on the otter, a thick white translucent glob forming over parts of the otter's body.

The otter currently found himself crawling towards the seated dragon, tongue hanging out as he did so, tail flagged high in the air. Upon reaching Senerus, the otter leaned down and planted his lips on the dragon's smelly feet, his lips twitching as the incredibly sour flavor rushed into his mouth. "I....must please you...." Was all the otter could manage to mumble, his paws running up the dragon's leg nice and slow. He looked up to the dragon for affirmation, lust and adoration in his eyes.

Senerus grinned a wicked, evil grin. His eyes glinted and glowed that fierce purple color he was known for, and he spoke calmly, spreading open his legs as he did so. "Good...you will serve me well...clean me with your tongue, little slave...." His words carried a mystical, hypnotic power, matched only by his raw stink. As his legs spread open, a musty cloud of funk spread out from his crotch, released as his legs spread to let it out. This particularly foul cloud blasted right into the kneeling otter's face, visibly inhaled by the depraved male, the dragon churring happily as he watched this happen.

The otter had his orders and needed no second invitation. He practically face planted into the ballsac before him, trying feebly to wrap his arms around it, feeling them sink into the mire of squishy filth coating the dragon's balls. His face sunk into an equally disgusting mess, right into the cleft between the two orbs. As the otter tries to pull back so he can use his tongue, he actually had to struggle against the ballsac, the filth seeming to hold him in, caressing him and surrounding him with the wickedly intense odor.

With a loud and wet 'schluuurp' sound, the otter's face was temporarily freed from the muck, a thick gob of whatever was coating the dragon's balls dripping off of his face, splattering to the floor into the puddle of filth already there. He could feel the slick, greasy slime all over his knees and legs as he knelt, but he loved it. He opened his mouth, leaning in towards the massive ballsac, sticking his tongue out slowly, dragging it up the filthy balls. The dragon churred again at this, leaning his head back on his arms and groaning his approval.

Now, something odd had begun to happen with the otter. As he bathed himself in the dragon's pervading, intense stink, the cloud wafting around seemed to completely surround him, and something began happening to his belly. The otter stopped and looked down for a moment, groaning and holding his belly. He didn't know what exactly was happening. The dragon however had a small idea, and it was all but confirmed as he watched the otter's belly suddenly start to well, hips spreading out to adapt to his new purpose. The dragon's powerful stink had converted the male otter into a breeding bitch!

The otter didn't hold his stomach for long, instead letting his face slap right back into the nutsac, starting to slurp and lick as his belly grew heavy, rounding out and swelling large. He could feel the signs of life moving around inside of him, such a strange feeling for a male, and brought on by Senerus' powerful stink! Just knowing he was carrying the dragon's offspring made the otter's cock gush a load of cum onto the floor, the chunk bits of smegma spraying out of the otter's cock along with his orgasm.

The dragon reached down and rubbed the otter's head, feeling that warm tongue slathering up and down his balls, but definitely not getting it any "cleaner". He growled around at the remaining males, beckoning with a finger, then pointing at the otter. "Come...worship me...show me your devotion..." He didn't need to say much. His mystical voice spurred every male in the place into action, slowly beginning to walk towards the dragon. He'd lean back again and relax, his heavy cock squeezing out and splattering the otter's back with smegma as it swayed above him.

The second male to kneel and crawl to the dragon's balls was a coyote. The look of pure ecstasy on the coyote's face as he approached was pleasing to the stinky dragon. He growled his approval to the coyote as the male nuzzled in beside the filthy otter, taking a moment to glance at the otter's belly, then up at the dragon, before plunging his face in right next to the otter's. As he kissed, sucked and licked, his tongue danced around, occasionally mingling with the otter's, a sort of sloppy tongue-kiss across the grimy surface of Senerus' balls.

It wasn't long before the coyote groaned, his hot breath washing over the funky balls, holding his stomach with his free hand, the other bracing himself against the dragon's balls. Just as the otter's body had, the coyote's began to change, hips shifting out, stomach beginning to sag and swell. Senerus fought an almighty urge to jerk off and spray his new sluts with his chunky thick cum...it was a hard urge to fight. The coyote's body had finished shifting, and below him hung a huge, rounded pregnant belly, the coyote would be feeling new life kicking eagerly inside of him just as the otter had.

One by one, the sluts surrounding the powerful dragon kneeled and crawled to him, burying their faces in his rancid balls....and one by one the change happened with every male there. Bellies swelling, heated groaning as hips widened out, bearing the dragon's young, ready to spread their filth to the next generation of sluts. Before long, Senerus would look down and see he had well over a dozen males latched to his balls, tongues dancing a tango over his sloppy sac, the pool of saliva these sluts were generating running down his testes and mixing with the steadily increasing pool of nutslime below him.

Senerus reached down to rub up the side of his greasy smeg-coated cock, shuddering as the motion nearly took him over the edge. The dragon was in a world of pleasure...just knowing these eager sluts were bathing in his filth, worshiping it, craving more...serving his desires. It gave him one hell of a rush. And the cherry on top was the swelling bellies, his young kicking around inside of each and every one of them, almost ready to be born.

As much as the tongues worked on his filthy sac, the dragon could feel and smell that his stink wasn't getting any 'better'. In fact, the longer he sat there basking in the combined stink of everything in the ruins, the more potent and powerful his filth became. That huge cloud of stink started spreading outside of the ruins, wafting towards the town, perhaps soon to entice more slaves to follow the dragon's powerful ball stench to the source.

He settled into his throne, ready to enjoy the longest ball-worshiping session he'd ever had, when something made him sit up a bit, peering down. One of the tongues had stopped. The otter, the first. The otter's body was trembling, and both paws were holding his stomach now, his face resting in the puddle of slime beneath the dragon's balls. Due to the angle and height of the dragon he could see behind the otter, and his surprise quickly turned to pleasure as he witnessed that otter's tail flagged high, the tailhole bulging out almost as if the otter had to defecate...but Senerus and the moaning otter both knew something much better was coming out of that asshole soon. With a large push, the otter's asshole opened and a torrent of slime gushed out, thick and smelly...the exact same thick slime pouring off of the dragon's balls! Senerus grinned and rubbed the otter's head. This....this was the life~