FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

CW: digestion, disposal, bones, threatening, cop prey, M/M, sex, musk, cruel pred, name-calling/humiliation, smothered in shit, bone-breaking, pain, scat, face sitting, shit eating, live-stream

This is from early access* stories on https://www.patreon.com/PizzaTiger and was fully released earlier on furaffinity

His white fur is lustrous in the light of his bedroom, idly looking through his phone with complete boredom. His bright blue eyes and black backward cap are reflected on that screen with a skull on its front. Scrolling through his contacts on his phone, the mouse smiles and gives the German Shepherd a text.

"Hey cutie, it has been a while since we have talked. I was thinking maybe finally having you over. You game for something like that, hun?"

"You're the cutie, Gideon."

"Oh my god, not doing this again, Officer; we will continue arguing this one until the end of time."

"You're just mad I will win!"

"Pshhh as if. The mouse always wins, mutt!"

"Mmmn, better call me a mutt when I come over, big boy. ;)"

"Whatever, let me fix up this dump. Come over in about thirty minutes."

"Yes, Sir."

"You're a goof; you know that?"

"Rigghhtt back at you, hot stuff."

The mouse flicks off the screen but doesn't turn his phone off. Instead, he tossed it into the sheets like a hot potato. The mouse spends the next thirty minutes cleaning up the house, half-assing shoving things under the bed, tossing only a few things in the trash, and hiding dirty dishes in his dishwater. Gideon makes the place as superficially clean as he can make it. Unfortunately, that tight leather he always wore gave any curious onlooker a somewhat saucy show into the windows. Perhaps it is pure apathy, but the mouse never bothers to close the blinds.

Hearing that door ring, he opens it to see that shorter, blushing canine. Those eyes are already locking onto that tight bulge that was visible due to the black leather the mouse wore, boots, and gloves. His whole get-up screams I'm in a punk band. The amethyst stud earrings on each ear and a black septum exemplify it. Gideon gave the officer a slight glare before offering a smile of amusement at seeing the German Shepherd in his sheriff uniform. "So, did ya just come from the circus 'cause ya look like a clown without the makeup." The dog raises an eyebrow deciding not to respond to such a punk-ass comment. He heads inside as the larger mouse lets him inside. "So buttercup, we fuckin' right away, or would ya prefer I take ya' out to dinner first?"

The canine's face fills up to the brim with a firm blush; that forward nature made him hard. But, unfortunately, Those pants did him no justice hiding his tool throbbing wildly. "Seems like your partner in crime is speaking for ya, doggy; how about I help ya out with that?" The mouse firmly grabs that throbbing shaft hidden behind those clothes. "I want ya to fuck my ass with that goofy ass uniform on."

A firm blush spreads across the canine's face from such an affirmative tone coming from the stud mouse. "I uh, I think I would like to have dinner first!" The mouse turns around, pulls down his pants, and shows off that thick, bubbly rear. "I've got your dinner right here, boy, and you can fill it for dessert." The canine's cock is painfully throbbing against his tight pants, begging for freedom from this powerful teasing. "Can we at least go to the breedroom! I mean uh bedroom!" The mouse laughs and pulls his pants back up as he shakes his hips tauntingly. "Come along, dog, I will ride you better than any bitch in heat ever possibly could."

They walk along the hallway as the canine is lost in a lusty daze thanks to the mouse's big ass teasing him. Finally, reaching the bedroom, the mouse pins the dog to the bed and presses his lips firmly against the officer's muzzle. Gideon is groping that canine's bulge as he grinds his leather against the uniform. "Let's whip that bad boy out, shall we?" The mouse breaks that sloppy kiss unbuckling the dog's belt frantically, unbuttoning his pants, unzipping the zipper, and pulling it down alongside the dog's underwear to show off that thick throbbing rod. His hand begins to gently glide along that needy cock as the mouse smirks.

"Mmm, this will feel so good going up my ass, don't ya agree?" The officer smiles and looks over the towering mouse, and his eyes widen at the sight of that massive bulge. "Ooooh, doggy, likes the sight of a big juicy bone?" The mouse notices immediately where the canine is looking as the mouse takes off his leather pants and underwear with ease as if expecting this to happen. His cock was long and thick, humanoid, about twelve inches in length, 10 centimeters wide. It is a monster in the form of a penis as it drools pre-cum the tip having silver piercing on it.

"Rffff fuck me already, that beast belongs in me." The mouse blushes a firm shade of red as the dog compliments his thick member. "Mmm, eager to get fucked, boy? Are you sure you don't want a piece of this juicy mouse ass?" Gideon smears his fat plump ass right against the canine's face in one swift movement. The mouse slowly lifts the canine's shirt rubbing a hand across the shep's chest.

The officer slurps across that thick ass, suckling on that fat mouse pucker, unable to contain himself. That swampy ass was just too juicy to pass up. The canine eats out that ass like it is the freshest peach in the pit as he makes love to the clenching folds of puckering flesh. "Mmm fuck, good job, boy. Ya know what? Bend the fuck over. I am gonna fuck ya doggy style!"

The mouse is getting off the shep as that wet pop from the canine's lips from the mouse's ass sets free. Gideon eagerly beams at the eager dog as he turns around to see that tail upward and wagging ferociously. "God, you're such a cute mutt, gonna destroy your ass, though." He crassly exclaims, removing those pants and underwear fully this time.

Gideon wastes no time as he prods his massive cock against the dog's pucker. "Alright, ready or knot, here I come!" Letting out a firm chuckle before pushing his cock slowly into the shep's hole. That piercing at the tip of the cock rubbing against the sensitive walls. The officer whines and moans with delight as that thick tip penetrates him.

Each inch of that monstrous cock slips inside the moaning mutt. The pulsing shaft makes the dog's legs quake as Gideon thrusts that cock with care and grace. It didn't take long for that monster to squeeze thoroughly inside the officer, causing him to pant and whimper as that beast invaded his sensitive hole. Pumping that thick cock once it fits inside that perfectly tight hole. Pinning the dog to the bed, he howls out in pleasure as that bulbous member takes every inch of his aching hole.

Thrusting with vigor and roughness, the mouse moans as the dog whines ever louder with delight, the clenching confines massaging that member so efficiently. That piercing makes it difficult for the dog not to cum from the sheer sensation of his walls receiving such immense touch in all the right places. It is as if Gideon knew which areas to dive his hips into with such precision and brutality. The mouse knew that dog was enjoying it, given he was soon feeling that warm seed around his legs. The officer cannot handle the constant thrusts and submits to pleasure, letting out incomprehensible words of ecstasy with each hump. An hour or so passes before the mouse's endurance test finally comes to a close as his hot seed pummels into the warm depths of the officer's now stretchy hole. That donut gets good glazing as those ropes fill up the insides as Gideon pulls out.

Huffing and panting, the two lay in this sexually driven daze, a fog of indulgence in the sweet sheets stained with love. Gideon holds the officer tight in his uniform as the two begin to doze off into a blissful high.

"Mmm, so I was thinking, doggy, how about you become my pet? You seem so eager to be a good boy for me."

"Mrrr, would you get a collar for me, sir?"

"Might take a bit, but I think you will like the name I give you."

"As long as I am yours, sir."

About a few months pass, with the two eventually living together. The mouse has become far more dominant through their time together. "So Mouseshit, ready to have your pretty collar I got for you? I know you said you wanted me as your master. So I got one specially engraved for you, mutt." The mouse grabs the nude canine and kisses him passionately before the dog can even nod. Breaking away with a sloppy kiss, the mouse heads toward a brown bag and pulls out a black collar. The leather is thick, and metallic-looking spikes surround the outside of the collar.

The nametag has "Mouseshit" engraved into the front of the metal. He snaps it around. Mouseshit's neck fits snuggly into it as he adorns his new title.

"RRrrrf!" The dog barks eagerly as the mouse smiles at Mouseshit as his tail wags with delight.

"Now, don't go ruining that. That's my job." Gideon smirks, pulling on that collar as he drags the dog towards his ass. Mouseshit leans his head between those fat asscheeks without the mouse saying a word. The droplets of sweat from Gideon's ass drip down on the dog's fur, matting it as it fumes that powerful mouse musk into that sensitive nose. His tongue laps against that fat black pucker as he eagerly suckles on that hole. The mouse is moaning as his fat cock throbs freely. "You know, Mouseshit, I could just sit down a little more, and my fat ass would gobble you up."

The canine's ears perk against those plump ass cheeks hearing that taunting voice as he desperately suckles and kisses that ass. He shows that he is a good boy and shouldn't vanish into a mouse ass. Each rapid suckle and lick made that mouse cock drool. "Fuckkk, but you're such a good boy, I ought to feed you breakfast."

Mouseshit doesn't get much time to react to the crass comment as a bitter taste slides onto his flat tongue. The clumped-up mass of turds starts to funnel out of that hole as the mouse huffs in pleasure. As each thick mushy solid shit flows out of the mouse's ass, what follows is the dog's loud and rapid gulping. Desperate to keep up with the rate of it gagging on the bones and fur in a mulchy mess of shit. Mouseshit's cheeks puff out with the massive load filling up his gut, making it sag and bloat.

Gideon grinds his fat ass teasingly against the dog in each pinch of those loaves, using his chin partially as a wipe as his fur had grime cling to it after each grind. That grotesque smell and the bitter flavor didn't bother the submissive canine as it slid down his eager throat; that shade of crimson paints a perfect picture of Mouseshit in complete bliss as it smears under his eyes. That slew of messy clumps slowly began to shrink in girth, from nearly swallowing the size of soda cans to roughly the size of sausage links. Wet eager gulps follow that constant flow of food for the dog as his mouth might as well be stained brown from the excess gunk feeding the hungry boy. The smothering sweat and heat of that ass make it like a masculine sauna as the mouse's cock is begging for release. "You're such a good fucking boy, Mouseshit, gonna give ya my cum as a reward."

As the last of his shit tapers off, he grabs the dog's tongue and wipes it against his ass cheeks, huffing and growling as Gideon uses his toilet paper to clean up what remains on that ass, glistening from the drool, his hole and cheeks were nearly spotless when Mouseshit finishes up. Mouseshit watches as his master turns around and thrusts that thick cock into his shit-ridden mouth. "Fuck, you're such an incredible toilet!" His hot, warm seed pumps into the dog's mouth as ropes flow down that throat, giving the dog a healthy protein load.

Burst after burst of cum bloating out of that dog's gut, making likely a messy pool inside those groaning chambers. Mouseshit's gut sags and sways with all that plump seed as the mouse's cum eventually stops flowing down his greedy throat. "My my, what a fat mutt you've become." Gideon grins and lets out a soft chuckle as he rubs the canine's head affectionately.

That wagging tail made Mouseshit look adorable, even with brown stains on his face and other body parts. The lips of the mouse curl into a devilish grin as his foot hoists up, and the canine immediatly rushes up underneath the rubbery pads as his filthy tongue begins to bathe that grimy sole. Each wet suckling slurp is filling Mouseshit's nostrils with the potent fumes of Gideon's masculine scent.

The assault of licks washes the thick foot in dog slobber as the mouse moans and murmurs with delight. That confident grin on Gideon's face as his foot presses against the canine's face and pushes him to the ground.

"Suck on my fat balls, bitch." Dipping to the ground, the mouse teabags his balls straight into Mouseshit's open muzzle. His pursing lips are eagerly suckling on the thick orbs. Those balls are bouncing in his drooling jaws. The wide beads of sweat douse the dog in a torrent as Gideon bounces back and forth down on that suckling muzzle. His massive cock drooling thick globs of pre, like a waterfall of sex juices matting down that fur into a sticky mess. "Mmff, you're such a good boy, Mouseshit."

Each powerful bounce from the mouse's hips brings a fresh batch of fumes to the canine's sensitive nose as he starts to somewhat gag on the sheer girth of those thick orbs that are bouncing in and out of his mouth.

There was a brief pause of reprieve before Gideon thrusts his thick cock straight into the canine's open mouth, causing the dog to choke and gag on that beast of a member. Each inch of that cock bulges out of Mouseshit's throat, each pulse of that rod making those veiny bulges even more intense. That fierce dick is stealing the breath from the eager canine as his tongue slobbers over the drooling meat.

Each wrenching gag was a noise of delight to the mouse's ears as his thrusts choked out the canine. His face starts to change hue with how long it has been since he got fresh air. Hot pumps of mouse seed funnel down Mouseshit's throat as he rapidly gulps down the thick spunk. He looks almost out of breath before the mouse finally gives the canine reprieve by pulling out his thick, throbbing, juicy meat. The mouse is flopping down onto the ground as he wraps his girthy paws around Mouseshit's face. "Mmmm ya know mutt. I could crush your skull with these paws. I do a lotta strength trainin' with 'em." The canine can't respond, gasping for air from the excess of oxygen, breathing in and out heavily as he feels an intense pressure on his skull, those massive paws crushing his head very meticulously. The cocky mouse was holding back.

The scent of those feet was utterly intoxicating. That masculine odor wafts like a thick hurricane of smell funneling down Mouseshit's nose. Gideon is grinning with glee listening to his pet whimper and moan like a bitch in heat as he was on the verge of snuffing the dog out like a light before swiftly stopping. "Though it would be boring to kill you this way, and I betcha don't wanna die, right, mutt?"

"Mrff gkk mnoo." The canine whimpers at the sound of his demise far too much in a daze to fight back properly. He pushes against the crushing paws, on the verge of passing out from the pressure and strength of those mighty paws.

The dog feels like his head is about to pop like a grape before the mouse lets go; he gasps with lust. Mouseshit's staggering breath as he wheezes and blushes profusely at his master's sheer force of will. Nothing but a man of brute force behind those paws as that glimmering grin Gideon has made the dog's cock pop out, throbbing wildly. "Gfff master, you're such a brute."

The mouse frowns and sits his fat ass down on the dog's face smothering him between those thick, grimy cheeks. "Shut your whore mouth, bitch. Doggys don't talk. You're gonna lick my fat ass clean for your insolence. I wanna see my reflection shine on my beautiful pucker."

The dog starts desperately lapping up that grimy pucker tasting the foul flavor of shit on his tongue. That grime and gunk caught in that filthy crack add to the grotesque taste of the mouse's plump rear. Gideon grinds his heavy ass back and forth, rocking his thick hips without much care. Mouseshit struggles to breathe under all that mass as that foul odor is like a suffocating yet intoxicating fog. "W-woofmmff." Gideon grins, hearing those pathetic whimpers as he smothers the canine with his thunder thighs.

Each lap against that crack set the mutt's mind further into a haze cramming his muzzle between those plump cheeks.

Gideon pushes his ass back further. "Ya know, boy, I could engulf you into those thick slimy walls. You wouldn't be able to do a damn thing. You would belong to me, be all mine." The huffing voice of the mouse makes the dog even more in a state of arousal.

Steamy logs of shit start to coil out of the mouse's filthy pucker as he huffs with delight feeling that shit funnels out of his nasty hole. Gideon grins as he smears the dog's head in waste and moves across his pet's body, covering him in the thick logs of mouse crap. Covering and burying the canine in lumps of that thick muck as it piles up, the mouse stands up with his tail hiking high. Gideon is giving Mouseshit a good delicate look at that ass that is burying him deep in the waste that has bones, fur, strands of clothes, wallets, things those bowels couldn't digest caught up so tightly in the packs of fudge.

Smearing the canine's fur to a far browner shade with each careless dump from Gideon's horrid ass, the stench would be unbearable for most. Instead, Mouseshit is lost in a euphoric daze as Gideon displays his raw dominance.

It isn't long before mouse shit is coating the canine from head to toe as it steams hotly off his body. Gideon gives a devious grin toward Mouseshit. The canine's face is not visible due to those raw, foul turds blushing profusely, that thick layer of mud caking into that slick fur likely staining it a much browner shade. The mouse leaves the canine in that glorious assault of stench as he goes about his regular day of being a jackass online and making money through skeezy ventures.

A few days pass as the canine continually goes through a cycle of getting clean and then getting that brown sheen of shit, further ingraining the scent of his master into himself. "You know, Mouseshit, I think you need more training. You shouldn't be cleaning yourself; your master is giving you a lovely gift of his plump beer can-sized shit, and you're just washin' it down the drain. Plus, dogs don't wash 'emselves. They lick 'emselves clean of all that gunk and grime." Gideon presses his fat paw into the dog's face, clutching the muzzle. That mighty paw squeezes around the muzzle tightly, threatening to shatter Mouseshit's muzzle.

Growling with a sense of arrogance and impatience, Gideon shoots daggers at the whimpering mutt with those sharp eyes. "Listen to me, Mouseshit. If you wash yourself again, I break your muzzle and stab your teeth into your body. Ya' got that?" Mouseshit barks with weak wheezing. That muffling grip is nearly suffocating from the sheer power. Gideon lets go giving a warm smile before sitting his ass down on the dog's face grinding his fat ass into his new seat while he clacks away at his keyboard. "So anyways, chat, sorry I was AFK for a lil' bit had to teach my old toy some manners. I am thinking of stuffing em up for a feed stream. Gimme five kay bitches, and I'll do it in a week where ya get to see my plump toy get tucked away."

Those fowl words made the canine's ears are flat as he whimpered in a muffled manner trapped between those rotund ass cheeks, sweat, and grime engulfing his senses smothering him with thick layers of musk and a masculine odor that by now has long since fried the poor dog's brain.

The man is subjected to such treatment day after day soon, and the officer is long gone. A shell of a man eager to obey and please his cruel master in his place. Lumps of that putrid shit filling his maw, at this point, swallowing it without being told a single thing. He is choking and gagging on the mouse's thick caked shit occasionally. The experience of gulping down those logs of remains made it near impossible to breathe or think properly nearly a toilet instead of a person. Every passing moment, day, the dog became plumper from those greasy, thick logs of mouse shit that made his stomach sag. The mouse was recording the entire thing, showing off to his audience of like-minded twisted individuals enjoying the macabre display of the dog's will being broken down into a whimpering, wobbling, full mutt.

The mouse licks his glistening black lips seeing the mutt full showing off the rotund canine to his stream, proud of his work as thousands of eyes gaze at Mouseshit so muddy and having a thick layer of mud on him that he might as well fit his namesake at this point. "Hey stream, I am feeling rather hungry. Are ya' thinking I should eat my meal right now? Or should I give em a few more days, make em even more of an immobile blimp?"

The mouse quickly posts up a poll, and thousands of votes come in all at once. Surprisingly, numbers ticking back and forth a good number wanting to see a fat snack. Mouseshit's ears flattening, unable to move, no desire to speak after all the treatment he has gone through, senseless, horrid, his sense his will, is shattered upon hearing that he was better off as mouse food from his master.

Perhaps the act of playing as food finally realizes why he is so fat with mouse turds, hearing those sloshing glorps of his upset stomach and his screaming tastebuds. He looks at his master with a pitful look of desperation, those big lousy puppy dog eyes enough to make any man with a moral compass give a dog what they want. "You're food, that's final; chat decided as much." That gruesome grin on Gideon's face shows no sense of mercy as Mouseshit whimpers and tries to get away from the mouse. It is far too late to run now. That opportunity left the moment the canine entered the home of a ravenous bastard. The dog knew what he was getting into yet. He paid no mind to all the warning signs.

Gideon grabs the whining mutt, and his jaws unhinge, those buck teeth alongside those sharp white daggers saliva dripping from every wet crevice of the slimy cavern. That pulsating rhythmic flesh guides the black abyss like pink, red carpet, a seductor to some, a grave, a place of horror. Mouseshit's head is just meat for the mouse as that wetness closes around his head. The wet sound of suckling filled the sensitive eardrums of the dog. That indulgent noise makes his body thrash and flail while the viewers of his stream egg on the eager mouse.

With vigor, his throat lumps out to the canine's shape as it inches down his horrid-smelling gullet, alcohol, smoke, chewed-up food, and various other unidentifiable odors fume into the canine's nostrils. Their body is trembling as his lips suck out that rich flavor.

Each wet and rhythmic swallow loudly reverberates Gideon, the watchers saying all sorts of horny things.

Mousefucker77": "God, I wish that could be me.",

H1_1N_DMS: "Moans"

Shit3ater: "Can you feed me your shit, mouse daddy?"

GodsMistak3: "Holy fuck, please fucking stuff your filthy underwear in my face, you sexy son of a bitch."

*GodsMistak3 has been banned for spam*

The mouse halted from making a cocky remark at his slowly descending meal as his cheeks filled up with that chest, those arms pinning to the canine's body. Thick layers of slobber make those wet gulps louder, silencing out whatever the dog may have to say in this perilous situation. Gideon grabs the dog's hard cock as it pushes against his chin. Showing the chat that thick throbbing meat as they all laugh at the whimpering mutt. That mutt is loving his horrid fate, or at least some part of him wants this more than anything, to make his master happy one last time.

However, with each wet, slobbery swallow cascade that bliss of serving his master, the canine's legs are kicking frantically as his figure bulges out on the mouse's powerful throat. Gideon finishes pulling those legs like thick noodles down that glistening throat; with a wet splash, the dog lands in the acidic pit as it squeezes around its meal.

"Master! I don't wanna die!" The panic fully sets in for Mouseshit, his adrenaline kicking in as he pushes and kicks fruitlessly against Gideon's stomach. The stench in that gut is horrid beyond belief, all those smelted prey arising into his nostrils.

The sloshing insides are nearly bursting with half-digested food, a few bones still lodged inside that gut and now stewing around with Mouseshit.

"Sooo URAPPP chat, do ya, HICK! Think that mutt got what he deserved for being such a worthless, yappy cunt?" The mouse crudely shouts as the chat almost unanimously votes yes. "Wow ya, all are some fucked up people, hear that Mouseshit. Chat can't wait for me to squeeze ya out like the worthless sack of meat you are!"

The mutt can only whimper helplessly, gagging on the horrid gastric confines. The putrid chamber contracts on his figure as the sapping enzymes leach off that shit-covered fur.

Agonizing stinging filled the squirming mutt's moments for what felt like an eternity. The money keeps rolling in as those seething enzymes chew and gnaw on the squirming mutt. That fucked up fanbase the mouse created was seemingly apathetic to the horrid demise of a once-proud German shep. Some say how much they are getting off to the delightfully thick mouse squeezing into his gut while those acids spew inward. His strength is slowly draining through each step in the muck.

The sauna of a stomach is macerating that canine so well as his flesh becomes exposed to the harsh elements. His eyesight is rendered from him as his eyes are now gone as the acids continue to pump through the thick gut.

His skin exudes from that once sleek body as he weakly cries out to deaf ears. "The best part, mutt? You did nothing wrong. Chat decided ya died, a bit of a shame, but they are lovin' it!" The canine's bones are creaking, and an agonizing snap shattered his arm, breaking under the crushing walls.

Time is impossible to tell for the canine except for the slow and agonizing degradation of his honor and form. Mouseshit is on his way out. That is all he can tell as his other arm snaps his upper half, starting to feel numb, all his ache drowning out from the suffocating cauldron of a gut. The rhythmic cacophony of noise in that stomach drones on in the canine's ears, the steady beat to his death. That heart was like a booming drum to his deafening ears, the taunts and teases growing ever so quiet. The black abyss eventually claims the canine as he dies an agonizing death suffocating on that acidic barf. "Awww, done already, mutt? You can do so much better than that. I guess you lost a lot of that mass feeding on all that shit. I can still feel all those turds you gobbled down sagging around in me. Well, chat; this is goodbye for now; catch me next time shitting this boy out at the pig trough. Betcha his buddies will love to see the makeover, eh chat!?" The chat is going wild with comments realizing the dog is long gone, just a melting stew of blood and bones still processing in that thick soup.

The crunching of his now brittle bones cracking out a bit more as the mouse ends the stream for the night while he has thousands of dollars from all his followers indulging him in such hedonistic acts.

"Damn, a shame I can't eat ya again bitch ya brought in the dough today. At least you'll make another grand when I defile that shithole ya call work. Apt, eh? Pftt talking to a dead man, man, I must be bored" The mouse idly plays with himself throughout the rest of the day; he is blowing a few loads out all over his place, destroying a few electronics, ruining sheets, clothing, his home smelled like a whore house.

About a day or so passes by like lightning as Gideon's foul insides finally finish processing the once canine into that brown waste. So much of him is useless, and all those bones and fur indicate such as they pack up the mouse's bowels. The mouse doesn't bother to wear clothing as he drives to Mouseshit's police station. The drive is painlessly short as the mouse attaches body cameras to face his backside, both underneath his tail and around his upper back, another attached to the tip of his tail. Gideon heads up to the front of the door and turns around, hiking his thick tail up high.

"Alright, chat, we're around when it ain't working hours rather not get cuffed by the bastards in blue. Oinkers love chaining up fuckers like me. Anyway..." The chat has a flood of excited viewers as they all eagerly watch from the cameras he set up as his ass is pointed right at the doorstep of the police station. Next, the brown coils of shit start lumping out of the mouse's black pucker. Squelching nosily, the waste starts with a few shattered bones and small tufts of fur melding inside those thick lumps. Then, the money and the viewers spew in as the mouse spews out his shit, all the eager watchers looking at the dog's resting place.

Blasts of gas plumbing out like a thick fog of putrid stink, huffing as his cock twitches eagerly. Bobbing up and down, drooling thick pre as the dog's broken arm rubbed against Gideon's sensitive prostate. His legs shake as more thick clumps of crap snake out of his plump rear. That gorgeous crack filled with so much gunk and grime, parts of the dog's digested uniform appeared in those muddy logs. That muck is now covering up the entire entrance. All those pounds that have been packed on are finally being used as that pile topples to the side, splattering on one of the windows.

The mouse starts walking over to one of the vehicles meant for emergencies, and the chat goes wild. The thick lumps of shit continue to spew as he walks, leaving a trail of the dog's remains leading to that cop car. The weight of these massive dumps cracks the vehicle's windshield as the dog's vertebrae pop out like anal beads. Thick ropes of the mouse's seed spew onto the car as he groans with delight. Panting with raw passion and pleasure for his craft as the chat hears him orgasm violently on the vehicle as the lumps of crap start filling up the car. Finally, the chunks of the crap start to taper off as the roof of the vehicle start to cave in from the sheer pressure.

The fur and bones became even more difficult to discern from who was who. Bones that didn't belong to the dog, fur that didn't belong to the dog. So much crap that he had been force-fed repeatedly, now burying the car under an ungodly amount of shit. The dog's cracked skull eventually squelched out to finish the massive dump that the mouse let out. "F-fuck, you made one hell of a mess, Mouseshit. Your buddies are gonna love your makeover. OH, FUUHHH!" The dog wasn't done with his rear more shit was spewing out of the remains of his other prey.

An act of small revenge but all those fat logs splattering out into the driveway as the mouse stood on the ground whimpering. These turds fill up the garage as the wet plops and splatters continue. "God damn!" The mouse's speech slurred as if drunk on all the dumps of some of the dog's other broken bones and prey that Mouseshit ate. Finally, it ends with a wet squelch. "O-Okay, I think that's it for our cute whatever he was, I can't remember anymore. Oh well, thanks for tuning in and all the cash." Gideon wobbles off toward his car, the dog's badge lodged in his cheeks as he heads home. The mutt had found a new home on his master's thick thighs.