FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Mark yawned and stretched his arms, grumbling softly to himself as he grabbed his phone and turned off his alarm. He was up a bit earlier than he wanted to be on a Saturday, but today he had good reason. The fox had a new roommate moving in today, and he had to be sure everything was ready. He shut his alarm off on his phone, shifted the blanket off of himself, and gradually eased himself onto his footpaws. He rubbed his eyes a bit before finally lifting himself completely off the bed, stumbling over to his dresser and throwing on a quick pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

Most of the heavy work had been done the previous night, but Mark wasn't one to give off a bad first impression. As he made his way out of his room, he wandered the apartment looking for anything that might seem out of place or strange to a newcomer. Messes were cleaned up and a couple decorations had been moved into his room from the living room. Mark finished quickly given his earlier preparation, and soon retired in front of the TV to pass the time until the newbie showed.

As he watched, Mark's mind began to drift, wondering about his new roommate. Adam, a dragon, had applied along with everyone else after the sudden departure of his last roommate. On paper, the dragon seemed like any other typical applicant. When Mark had met him, however, the dragon seemed almost overeager to move in. Adam was very energetic and seemed to almost assume he had the spot before he'd even been approved. Even worse, he also seemed to fart rather often, always excusing himself for it but seemingly not trying to stop himself. Still, something about him was charming, and he was easily able to take care of the rent. Without a better option, Mark accepted the application, and Adam was set to move in.

Eventually, a knock at the door woke the fox from his reverie. Mark snapped to attention, jumping up and walking quickly across the room, unlocking and opening the door. There stood Adam, a rather large, imposing figure. Black scales adorned his body, easily a couple feet larger than the fox's. Before he spoke, simply standing before the dragon would be intimidating enough. Once he got to chatting though, he was as friendly as could be.

"Adam, welcome!" Mark said, extending a paw.

"Yo Mark, how's it goin'?" Adam asked, reaching out and shaking it enthusiastically. "Hope I didn't keep ya waiting too long."

"Nah, all good. I imagine you want to get settled though - you need help with anything?" Mark replied, tilting his head a bit as he looked the dragon over.

"Nope. Got the couple boxes here," Adam started, gesturing to his right where he'd set a couple storage crates down, "and not a lot else. Figured I'd go out and just buy a bed or something today since my old one was shit anyway." Adam finished and shrugged, leaning down and grabbing the boxes. "You could show me which way's my room though, if you don't mind."

"Not a problem. Right this way," Mark answered, turning tail and striding back the hallway, quickly pushing open the last door on the right. "Not much of a tour to give. You saw the living room and kitchen when you came in, we passed the bathroom on the way," Mark said, pointing toward the door on the right they'd passed, "and my room's the one on the left there. Work for you?"

"Yep! Thanks foxy," Adam said with a smirk. "Give me a bit to get settled in here and I'll come back out and chat."

"Have fun!" Mark said with a wave, walking back out and turning the TV on once more, busying himself while the dragon got to work.

---

The rest of the weekend was rather smooth for the duo. Adam quickly got the few things he brought unpacked, and drove out to pick up a cheap bed and dresser for his room. He'd worry about other things later; this would do for now. He and Mark discussed general rules around the place, divided up space in the kitchen for each of them, and talked over financials to make sure the bills would be paid on time and evenly split. Adam didn't seem to have a problem with any of it, much to Mark's pleasure, and the two seemed to be getting off on the right foot.

It wasn't until the third day of their cohabitation that the two got into their first dispute. Adam had been lounging around on the couch most of the day alone, watching television. Mark, however, had gotten home recently and was rather tired after the day. He wandered over to the couch, sitting next to the dragon and striking up a casual conversation. Not five minutes into it, however, Adam leaned to his side and let out a rippling fart against the couch.

Mid-sentence, Mark stopped and faced the dragon. "Dude, come on, I know you're gassy, but at least try to hide it in public."

Adam looked away as if he was embarrassed, but his voice was steady. "Yeah, sorry, it just slips out sometimes, or I forget where I'm at. Won't happen again."

"I hope it doesn't," Mark replied, now holding his nose. "It's fucking disgusting..."

"Yeah, I know," Adam said simply.

"Anyway..." Mark trailed off, getting back into the conversation. He only lasted a couple of minutes, however, before Adam leaned to the side and did the same thing, letting out a much louder, trumpeting burst.

"Fucking hell, man! What'd I just say?" Mark yelled.

"I don't remember," Adam said, now confidently looking at the fox, a predatory grin adorning his face. "I wasn't paying much attention. I assumed you liked it."

"Well I...didn't..." Mark started, but quickly faltered over his words as the dragon's speech seemed to slow his mind.

"Aww, that's too bad. We'll have to see what we can do about that. You're probably hungry after a long day at work, right? Go grab me a plate from the kitchen." Adam commanded, already taking his shorts off.

Mark slowly got to his footpaws and obeyed, grabbing one of the largest plates from the kitchen and bringing it back, setting it down on the table for the dragon. He remained silent the entire time, feeling trapped inside his own head but unable to do anything about it.

"Much better," Adam rumbled, grabbing the plate and putting it on the floor instead, squatting over it. "Now watch closely as I make dinner for you."

Mark stared at the dragon's ass as his tail lifted up. Adam was bent forward enough that the fox could see the pucker open, stretching wide for the first log of shit to make its way out. The thick, chunky, brown waste drooped from the dragon's behind, coming to rest against the plate and curling around. It soon broke off to make way for a second and third log, each longer than the last, coiling across the top of the pile. With a grunt, Adam strained and pushed out a couple more small nuggets, cascading down and landing on the edges of the plate. Feeling himself empty, the dragon turned around and surveyed his handiwork, taking a big whiff as he lifted the plate.

"Mmmm...dinner sure smells good. Let me know how it tastes, alright?" He asked, setting the pile of feces down in front of the fox.

Needing no further direction, the fox reached out toward the plate and picked up a couple of the small nuggets. Without hesitation, he popped them inside his muzzle, chomping down on the dragon's shit and quickly swallowing it. Aided by the hypnotic state, his body protested but was unable to overcome the dragon's desires, allowing Mark to keep his dinner down for the moment.

With a shit-reeking exhale, the fox reached down and grabbed one of the large logs off the top of the pile. Almost robotically, he brought it up and started feeding it into his mouth, having to bite it off before he could even get it all inside. Mark's cheeks bulged out with dragon shit as he chomped down on it, barely able to contain the excrement that Adam had so dutifully prepared for him. Shit squished between his teeth as he ate, swallowing four or five separate times just to get the mess down. He'd made a noticeable dent in the pile, but still had plenty to go. Adam wasn't kidding when he said he'd made a full dinner for Mark.

Eventually, the fox leaned back on the couch, brown tongue hanging out of his muzzle as he panted, having somehow managed to scarf it all down. Adam had watched in earnest, eagerly enjoying the sight of his new roommate turning into his new toilet. Making sure he cleaned up after himself, the dragon took the plate over to the kitchen and popped it in the dishwasher, leaving no evidence of his antics with the fox.

Wordlessly, the dragon grabbed his shorts and slipped back the hallway to his room, breaking off his hypnosis with the fox as he did so. As Adam lay on the bed, the dragon grinned to himself as he heard Mark running back the hallway, the fox bursting into the bathroom and promptly regurgitating his meal. Adam simply lay there jerking off as he listened, imagining all the fun he was about to have.

---

The next day started out the same way as the previous. Adam woke up after Mark had left for work, lounged around on the couch most of the day, and waited for the fox to come back home. Despite having the night to recover, Mark was still holding his stomach as he walked back through the door, rather gingerly walking back inside. Adam turned off the TV as he noticed, standing up and walking over.

"Everything okay? I heard you throwing up last night..." Adam trailed off, playing dumb.

"Yeah...must have been something I ate I guess. Last thing I remember is coming home from work, feeling hungry, then...running to the bathroom and puking my guts out. Did not sleep well last night either. I feel like I can still taste it, whatever it was..." Mark replied.

"Oof. Well, don't eat the same thing again. Can't have you vomiting all the time, it keeps me up too," Adam replied, doing everything he could to make sure the fox didn't suspect a thing.

"Sorry about that. Yeah, let's just play some games for a while...I'm sure my appetite will come back later," the fox mused, wandering over to the couch and starting the game.

"No complaints here. Hope you do get your appetite back," Adam said genuinely, picking up the other controller and starting their battle.

The males played for a couple hours, trading blows and swapping victories before finally Mark set the controller down, letting out a sigh. "Damn, that was fun. Can't believe you got me on that last one."

Adam just shrugged. "Honestly, I have no idea how it happened either. Frankly more luck than skill there."

"Doesn't surprise me you can only win by luck," Mark replied, sticking his tongue out at the dragon. Adam didn't miss the fact that the fox's tongue was still distinctly more brown than normal.

"Whoa, I never said only by luck. Just that that one was. Why're we stopping anyway?" Adam asked.

"Think my appetite's back...Let's see what we can find." Mark replied, glancing over to the dragon.

"Oh good! I've got something extra special for you tonight!" Adam practically yelled, jumping up as he stared at the fox.

Mark tilted his head, confused at first, but felt a similar sensation wash over him as the previous night. "What's that..." he asked monotonically, quickly succumbing to Adam's will and facing the dragon with an expressionless look.

"More of your new favorite! And I do mean more. Come on!" Adam said, heading back the hallway and opening the bathroom door. As Mark got up and rounded the corner, he laid eyes on what the dragon was talking about. A massive pile of dragon shit awaited him on the floor, easily three or four times the size of his meal yesterday.

"I tell you, I've really had to go today like nothing else. I think I took three separate dumps in that pile since you left this morning! Bottom stuff's probably a little cold and stiff, but I imagine it'll taste just as good. Dig in!"

Mark wordlessly dropped to his knees next to the pile, never taking his eyes off it. The fox reached out and was about to grab a pawful, but before he could, the dragon spoke up again. "Uh uh, not this time. Maw only, no paws!"

Mark obeyed, retracting his paw and shifting down onto all fours. Almost immediately, his jaw opened and he snapped up his first bite, taking a hefty bit out of the dense, sloppy pile of excrement. It was clear the dragon's bowel movements were less healthy as the day went on - the bottom of the pile was rather solid, but the closer you got to the top, the more runny it got. This particular bite was definitely from a recent batch with as wet and soggy as it was. Nevertheless, the fox gulped it down like a good toilet, going back for more each time his muzzle emptied.

With as large as the pile was, Adam could only be proud of how long it was taking the fox to finish his meal. Mark finished the sloppy bits rather quickly, now working on some of the thicker brown waste near the bottom. His body was certainly not happy with him, evidenced by the fox slowing down the longer he ate, but the hypnotism was still stronger than the urge to vomit. At one point, Adam thought the fox was going to do just that, only to watch him belch up flecks of shit back over the pile, then immediately dive back down and take another bite of dragon feces. No matter how long it took though, Adam certainly wasn't going to relent on the fox. After all, training a fox to be your toilet wasn't going to work if you went easy on them.

Soon enough, however, Mark finally took his last bite off the floor. It took next to no time for him to swallow it down, but just as he shifted back onto his knees, Adam chimed in once more. "Nope. Not yet. Floor's still dirty, and we can't leave it like that, can we?" He asked rather pointedly, grinning as he did. The fox's tongue was soon back in action, putting down more shit than it was picking up. Adam's orders hadn't changed despite the increasing mess, and the fox was stuck licking until he'd swallowed enough shit streaks to start cleaning instead of dirtying. It added another five minutes onto the task, but it was well worth it in the dragon's mind to watch the smaller fox desperately try to get every last morsel of Adam's shit into the Mark's sewer gut. All he could think as he watched the last bit get licked up was how wonderful that tongue would feel on his ass...

---

Days went by much the same around the apartment. Mark had really started to worry something was wrong with his body after waking up vomiting a few nights in a row, and Adam was doing nothing to make it easier on the fox. If anything, the dragon was eating more than he should just to give Mark some good-sized meals. Adam would shit in multiple locations in the house throughout the day just to make sure Mark had more floor to clean, and the fox was none the wiser. Mark was still eating normally whenever he'd left the house, but Adam made sure every meal while Mark was home was one the dragon had eaten first.

The biggest development in their relationship happened during the third week of Mark's new diet. Friday night after work, the two were doing their usual stuff, hanging out and watching TV. The dragon, still feeling absolutely no shame, started passing gas on the couch as usual. What changed, however, was that Mark was no longer complaining about it. The fox could clearly smell it, but he wasn't asking Adam to stop. Curious, Adam quickly got Mark's attention and put him back in his trance, wondering how the fox would behave this time.

"I don't have to go quite as much this time, but it'll still be a meal, that I can promise you," Adam started, seeing no reason to lead into their playtime at this point. He got straight to it, dropping his pants and turning around immediately for Mark. "We're going to try something new though. It's a pain to walk all the way to the bathroom - To fix that, you're going to eat straight from my ass from now on. I do think you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Mark nodded, moving himself into his usual kneeling position, only this time it was facing directly at Adam's black-scaled ass, almost licking his lips as he eyed the pucker before him.

"I thought you would. Now, be sure to eat it all - Small little guy like you needs to eat lots of dragon shit to be big and strong, understood?" Adam asked, watching for Mark's nod before continuing. "Good! Then get in there toilet, and eat my shit!"

As the dragon spoke, Mark was already leaning forward, reaching out and spreading the dragon's cheeks slightly with his paws. He placed his head right between them, lips sealing themselves around the pucker as he waited. It wasn't a long wait though, as the hole before him rather quickly started widening. Mark was taken by surprise at first - he'd never had to deal with the girth of the logs before, simply taking bites out of them when they were on the ground. This time though, he stretched his lips rather far to fit around his oncoming meal, accepting it as best as he could. Before he could even get the entire first log inside, his cheeks were already stuffed with waste and Adam clearly wasn't stopping. Some was forced directly down the fox's throat, while the rest mashed out from his lips and against Adam's ass. Mark desperately started chewing, but even as he got his first swallow down, more creamy waste was spilling down his front and onto the hardwood floor beneath. Adam certainly wasn't complaining, only sighing as the fox ate and doing his best to push it out even faster.

Mark grunted a bit as he ate, his body desperate for the flow to stop. Dragon shit freely flowed down his throat, and Adam's hypnosis prevented the fox from even coughing to expel it from his airways. Shit started slipping into Mark's nostrils the more it got bunched up around his face, and the front of his shirt and pants were absolutely covered with the feces. The pile of shit on the floor was almost as big as the first one Mark had ever eaten before a break finally came, and the flow of waste stopped. A few more spurts of runny waste came out at the end, blasting Mark in the face as he unpreparedly chewed on what he already had, but the fox paid it no mind. With a huge swallow, the fox finally finished what was in his muzzle, exhaling hard after he felt it hit his stomach. Adam was about to speak up when Mark took up the action anyway, leaning closer once more and starting to lick the dragon's ass clean.

Adam was shocked, to say the least. He noticed he fox was at least not quite as averse to the smell as he had been before, but he didn't expect Mark to start eating more than he was told to without being prompted. Too stunned to really move, Adam simply let Mark work, enjoying the feel of the fox tongue slipping over his cheeks and lapping up the chunks of waste stuck to them. This time, Adam wasn't nearly as picky about Mark getting every last bit of it out, not minding in the slightest if his ass was a bit dirty.

Again of his own accord, Mark soon transitioned to the floor, tearing into the pile of feces he'd missed the first time. It was almost as if the fox was trying to make up for his own mistakes, scarfing it down faster than the dragon had ever seen him eat before. With practiced ease, Adam soon had his meal finished, even slurping down most of the smudges on the ground.

Finally coming to terms with what just happened, Adam shook his head a bit and reached down, patting the fox on the back of the head. "Good toilet. I'm proud of you - finally eating the way a real toilet should. Now give me those clothes, and go jump in the shower. Can't have you looking like that when you wake up!"

Mark quickly stripped, handing over his t-shirt and shorts to the dragon. Adam smirked as he could feel his own shit against his paw, but paid it no mind for now. He watched Mark head off toward the shower, and soon retired to his own room. He listened closely, waiting for the shower to shut off. While Mark was busy, Adam was laying in bed with the fox's clothes stuffed against his muzzle, inhaling sharply while he jerked off. As he heard the shower finally end, he abruptly terminated the control he had over Mark's mind, leaving the fox wet and confused.

Mark blinked a few times as he stood in the shower, dripping wet. He couldn't remember how he'd gotten here, and definitely didn't remember turning the shower on. The most obvious thing to him though was the taste in his muzzle. He'd been experiencing it for almost three weeks, and really couldn't understand where it was coming from. As horrid as it was though, this time was different. Not only did he not vomit from the taste, he didn't even feel the need to brush his teeth afterward. He smacked his lips a bit, trying to figure out what it was. The longer he went, the more he realized he didn't completely hate the flavor. When he flicked one of the leftover nuggets of dragon shit out from between his teeth and got a bigger taste, he realized he actually sort of enjoyed it. As he idly pondered where it came from, he dried himself off and finally went to bed, falling asleep with some shit stains still around his muzzle.

Adam, on the other hand, had been listening for Mark's characteristic vomiting. He knew he'd dropped the control, but after about 30 seconds, he realized it wasn't coming. Almost immediately, his paw started moving faster than ever, realizing that the fox was now fully capable of stomaching his shit and keeping it down. It wasn't long before Adam exploded all over himself, drenching his front and his sheets in dragon jizz, soon after falling asleep in his own mess.

Despite both roommates having gone to bed, the night wasn't quite over yet. Mark lay there quietly, breathing in and exhaling his shitty breath. Adam, on the other hand, wasn't having an easy night. A few hours after they'd gone to bed, he was woken up by his stomach rumbling. Something he'd eaten earlier wasn't agreeing with him and he knew he didn't have much time. Quickly jumping up and dashing into Mark's room unannounced, he grabbed the sleeping fox, shaking him awake.

"Mark, wake up, you've got more to eat!" he spat hurriedly, already doing his work to hypnotize the fox. By the time Mark was even partially awake, he was already under the dragon's spell, groggily sitting up in bed. "Come on, faster!" Adam demanded, and despite his fatigue, Mark obeyed. He quickly ended up on his knees, and before he could even open his mouth, Adam backed his ass up onto the fox's head and started defecating.

Mass amounts of diarrhea sprayed out of the dragon's behind, drenching Mark's naked form as it did. Adam sighed with relief as he went, finally feeling the pressure released. Mark, on the other hand, was quickly trying to get back onto form. It took him less than a second for his muzzle to seal itself around Adam's tailhole, but that was long enough for his head and torso to be covered in muck, as well as the side of his bed and the carpeted floor beneath. There was no way this was cleaning up quickly, but Adam was beyond caring.

Mark struggled slightly at first with the taste, but as Adam felt the fox's mind fighting back a bit, his own quickly overpowered it. The fox was guzzling dragon shit like it was his job, desperately chugging down the foulest liquid he could get his muzzle on. If anything, it was actually easier than his earlier meal, as it could go straight into his gut without chewing it. Small rivers of liquid scat dribbled from his lips as he couldn't quite keep up with the pressure, but the vast majority went right where it was supposed to.

The encounter started almost as soon as it began, with the spontaneously spraying fire hose that was Adam's ass finally shooting out the last few bursts of diarrhea into the waiting muzzle. Mark didn't take it away immediately, unsure when it would truly stop, and only did when Adam finally gave him the word to do so.

As the dragon stepped away, still pushing out droplets of feces onto the carpet, he exhaled sharply. There was no way he was going to be able to clean this up quickly, no matter how much Mark licked at it. Unsure of what to do, he eventually gave up and headed back to bed, resolving to keep Mark hypnotized until he came up with a plan. As Adam crawled back under the covers, smearing his shitty ass over them and falling asleep, something unexpected happened. He'd never tried keeping someone under his spell overnight, and what he didn't know was that Mark was regaining his own mind right about now...

---

As Adam woke up the next day, he groggily sniffed the air, realizing it stank much more than usual. Groaning to himself, he started making a mental note. "Ugh, need to make that fox lick me more..." he began, only to stop himself as the thought started. Mark. He couldn't feel his control over the vulpine's mind any longer, and there was no doubt the fox was awake at this point. Knowing the gig was up, but unwilling to confront Mark just yet for fear of what could have been done or who could have been called while he was sleeping, Adam stayed in his bed a while longer. If cops were out there, his hypnosis wasn't strong enough for all of them, and Mark was smart enough to have them waiting.

Hours passed as Adam remained lying in bed, unsure about what to do. It was virtually impossible to take his mind off of things with the smell in his room, and even found himself needing to jerk off once to clear his mind, adding to the dried jizz from yesterday. Eventually realizing that staying in his room wasn't going to change matters, he finally decided to venture out into the living room.

The first thing he saw was the fox simply sitting on the couch, watching TV. Perfectly normal for a Saturday, only he hadn't cleaned himself up from the night before. Dried diarrhea still adorned the fox's fur, and he hadn't bothered putting any clothes back on. Adam was curious - was this a trap? What was Mark's game here? As he approached, the fox's head turn, and Mark greeted him with a friendly wave.

"'Sup Adam? You were asleep for ages, it's almost 3!" Mark remarked before turning back to the TV.

"Uh...just tired, I guess..." Adam said as groggily as he could, knowing he hadn't been asleep for hours.

"Well, come grab a seat. I have no idea why I watch this shit, honestly. Just gets a stupid laugh out of me..." Mark said, shaking his head.

Adam followed, too stunned to say anything. Mark was acting like nothing had happened, chatting away, yet he was naked and covered in dragon shit. Adam wasn't going to push his luck though until Mark did. The dragon had to endure a few more hours of torture before Adam's stomach finally started rumbling, abruptly changing the conversation.

"You still not feeling well?" Adam asked curiously.

"Nah, just hunger this time..." Mark said, suddenly shy.

Adam tilted his head a bit. "Have you not eaten yet today?" He asked curiously, knowing the fox had been up for ages.

Mark shook his head. "Nope..." he said again, rather quietly.

"How come?" Adam pushed.

Mark paused for an unbearably long time. He couldn't come up with a response that made sense in his mind, and certainly not one he thought the dragon would understand. Finally, feeling like he had to say something, the fox mumbled. "We didn't have what I wanted..."

"And...what did you want?" Adam asked, his hopes perking up a bit as he waited. Mark seemed even more stubbornly quiet this time, still looking down at the floor. Feeling like he had to push just a bit more, Adam finally continued, "Come on, you can tell me anything, you know that."

"Your shit, okay? I wanted to eat your shit!" Mark exclaimed, putting his head in his paws immediately after saying it, preparing for Adam to hate him. Instead, the dragon burst into laughter.

"Is that all?" Adam said, hours of tension being released in one burst of laughter. Even as he continued, he shifted his position on the couch a bit, placing his ass more squarely on it and serving it up for Mark. "Well, far be it from me to starve a fox. You guys need a big dinner. Eat up!"

Mark hesitantly looked up in Adam's direction, but as he saw the ass still covered in dried diarrhea waiting for him, he couldn't resist. The fox practically threw himself across the couch, laying down on it as he buried his face between the dragon's cheeks and quickly got to work. His tongue dug itself up the hole, quickly met with the first truly solid log of waste Adam had pushed out in a while. Mark bit off the end of it before Adam could even push it all out, slurping it down and diving back in. Every time the fox's maw was empty, Adam could hear small words slip out before it was quickly filled again. 'More.' 'God yes.' 'Mine.' 'Shit.' 'Yesssss.' All were muttered between bites, with Mark desperately chomping at every morsel he could get. Not a nugget missed his lips, and as he ate, Adam reached down and pressed the vulpine's head in more firmly.

"Good toilet...enjoying your meal?" Adam asked, twisting the fox's head around a bit. "Such a hungry fox, eating all that dragon shit by yourself. You're never going to have to worry about food again. Just come to me and I'll get you all you need to eat. We'll get you some nice solid logs and a big gulp of diarrhea to wash it down. Hell, I'll even let you help me plan my meals so you can figure out what you want to eat next. Just eat it all, shit slut, and show me how much you love it."

Mark did just that, not stopping until every last bit was in his stomach. After Adam had finished shitting, Mark was still searching around for any more of his meal. It got to the point where Adam physically had to drag him away, not wanting his ass to end up too clean after the fox got his fill. As Mark belched and proudly blew back the stench of his meal toward the dragon, Adam could only smile.

"Man, I can't believe I never asked you before. I could have been eating your shit all this time..." Mark said aloud, completely unaware of the events of the last few weeks.

Adam could only smirk. "Oh well. You'll never have to go without again," he said, leaning to the side and blowing some residual gas in Mark's direction. Believing he was taking the hint, the desperate fox started to move back down in search of more delicious dragon shit, but Adam stopped him. "Hungry toilet, it was just a fart. Believe me, if I have to shit, you'll be the first to know."

"You're such a tease, you know that?" Mark said disappointed.

"And you're such a toilet," Adam said, reaching out and wiping some shit from the side of Mark's muzzle onto his finger and jamming it between the fox's lips.

---

Life had changed drastically for the pair as Mark accepted his new life. Going to work was no longer an option, so Adam used his abilities to convince the landlord to let them stay for free and to cover the utilities. The apartment grew dirtier, mostly due to those days where Adam had to take a dump before he could get to Mark, or where shit came out physically faster than the fox could swallow.

The pair had varied their routine a bit, with Mark eventually starting to suck the dragon off and drink his piss, but the fox's solid diet continued to solely consist of feces. Mark would lean back on the couch while watching TV or reach behind himself in bed, putting a paw down under his ass wherever he was and collecting his own waste, immediately bringing it up to his muzzle. On days when diarrhea struck, it wasn't an unusual sight to see the fox wandering around the house sipping on a glass of liquid feces. Adam's shit, however, always went straight down the fox's throat.

Neither male had any complaints with their life, and if anything, both of them only wished the dragon could shit more often. One weekend as Adam was flooding the fox's gut with diarrhea again, the two shared a thought. Mark with his muzzle overflowing with dragon shit and Adam keeping it more than full, both of them knew there was nowhere else they'd rather be.