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Riley paced the floor of his parents RV, frustrated, his thick cock hanging stiffly from his slit. Waking up with a hardon wasn't unusual for a 19 year old dragon - but after four hours it was getting a little old.

He quietly cursed his mothers overenthusiasm. She'd woken Riley and his father the previous morning in a frantic hurry, demanding they get on the road to start their vacation immediately. His father, half awake, struggled to convince her that leaving before they bought any supplies for their trip was absurd, but she wouldn't have any of it. The forecast for the next day was much cooler than it had promised when they planned the trip to the mountains, and his mother insisted they leave early, spinning a tale of delays and closed highways and a night wasted in a motel a hundred miles from their destination.

Of course none of that happened, and they arrived in the state park hours ahead of schedule... with no food, and the closest store a two hour drive away. Exhausted from a twelve hour drive, his father put his foot down; they would eat whatever the park convenience store had in stock and drive to town the next morning. Riley couldn't complain - a meal of Cheez-Its and Ho-Hos would be his preferred dinner any night.

Now he regretted supporting his father's lazy solution. He woke up to a note pinned to his bed from his parents saying they'd left for town and wouldn't be back for four hours and a stiffy insisting he give it attention. Normally this would just be a happy part of his morning routine, but unfortunately he'd gotten shortchanged by his parents genetics. His particular breed absolutely required lube to masturbate.

Some dragons had external sheaths; long, stretchy tubes of flesh that kept their penises well-protected. Others with more human interbreeding in their ancestry had shafts with sensitive heads and foreskins to protect them. Any juvenile dragon with either of those learned, the moment puberty began, how easily their protective skin slid up and down on their cocks. His particular bloodline was more closely connected to their reptile ancestors however, and their cocks were protected by retracting into a cavity leaving only a tiny, scaly slit exposed to the world.

A few studies had been done of the different breeds of dragon to see how their penises differed, and some of the conclusions suggested that the dragons with genital slits enjoyed sex more. Foreskinned dragons only had sensitive flesh on their head, and sheathed dragons had a harder time getting their cocks all the way in to their mates, while dragons with slits could bury their entire shaft in a partner with ease and feel sexual pleasure from every single inch of flesh right to the base. None of these studies talked about the frustration these "lucky" dragons might have while masturbating, however.

He'd opened every cupboard, every drawer, every cubby in the RV. Nothing. No hand cream, no soap, no mineral oil. They'd taken delivery of the RV two days prior and hadn't had a chance to stock a single item. He had momentarily eyed the last cream-filled cupcake from the previous night, but decided there wasn't nearly enough cream to do more than get him sticky and even more frustrated.

Playing videogames or surfing the web on his phone had done little to distract him and he was starting to feel like he was losing his mind. He paced the RV, one hand wrapped gently around his thick, dark red cock, squeezing it periodically. It was driving him mad, but he couldn't resist trying to get whatever pleasure he could out of his dick. As he continued to squeeze, he felt a tingle that he recognized as the need to pee. Well, oops. Squeezing his cock had always stimulated that response. This turned out to be a particularly inconvenient moment for it, however.

He groaned in frustration as the urge to urinate increased. He'd probably had a sorta-full bladder for a while, but now that he'd triggered the urge it wasn't going to go away - and to make matters worse, the RV hadn't been hooked up to water or sewage yet. He couldn't even use the toilet. He was going to have to pee in the bushes.

Was pissing in the forest even legal? He wondered about it, but it wasn't like he had any choice in the matter. He plopped onto the undersized mattress pad in his sleeping nook and quickly threw on his underwear and pants from the day prior. Fastening his jeans proved to be a problem, since his penis had no intention of getting any limper, but he was able to force his stiff shaft to slip inside enough to zip and button up. He had a huge bulge in his pants, but there was nothing he could do about it. He'd have to just hope nobody saw him.

He pulled his dirty T-shirt over his head, slipped his sandals on, and opened the door. He blinked in the bright sunlight, cringing a little as his eyes adjusted. He glanced around - nobody was watching, good. In fact, the little dirt clearing of their campsite wasn't in view of any others. This state park hadn't gone for the "pack 'em in" approach, which was one of the reasons they liked coming here. The forest stood silent and tall around him, California redwoods towering overhead. He should be able to make it without any embarrassing encounters.

He made for the gravel road, trying to remember which direction he needed to go to find a private clearing. He was pretty sure it was right, and took off in that direction, hobbling a little as his hardon made it difficult to walk evenly. After a few uncomfortable minutes of walking he saw a tiny opening to the right of the main road; there it was. He turned onto the path with great relief, though his seemingly-bulging bladder reminded him that he wasn't out of the woods yet. The mental pun did not make things better.

The path seemed to go on for a mile. He wished he could move quicker, but at least it meant he would be far away from prying eyes. Eventually the path widened, and opened up into a tiny clearing. He wasn't sure what the point of it had been when the park staff made it - a round dirt clearing centered around a single tree. A pipe protruded from the ground with a corroded, but functioning water faucet. He'd come here before to get water when they didn't have the right hose adapter for the hookups at the site, and found it a pleasant enough place to spend some time alone.

He unzipped and unbuttoned, pulling his boxers down until his hard cock popped out, still as stiff as ever. The feeling of the rough underwear fabric popping over his sensitive shaft made him bite his lip, trying not to yelp with the nearly-painful sensation. He picked a spot at the edge of the clearing and aimed his dick at the dirt, then gently pinched it between his thumb and index finger, an inch from the tip. After a moment his bladder released, and a stream of yellow urine gushed from his cocktip. He stifled his voice, softening it in case anyone really was nearby, but nonetheless moaned in relief as he emptied his bladder, yellow dragon piss frothing as it struck the dirt with a wet splatter. It wasn't as good as an orgasm, but god damn, the feeling wasn't all that different.

After a few seconds - his bladder really wasn't all that full - the stream turned to a trickle and stopped. He shook his cock as best he could given its unyielding firmness, then started the process of tucking it back inside his constricting underwear. Another sensation made him pause: a tingle in his tailslit.

Riley closed his eyes and turned his face skyward, quietly cursing in further frustration. He needed to take a dump, the toilet in the RV would be even less useful for that without a water supply - and this was WAY grosser than just pissing in the bushes. The tingle intensified. Uh oh. He knew what was coming.

A sudden cramp came over him, making the dragon cringe. His guts rumbled, intestines suddenly broadcasting deep displeasure with whatever he'd last put into them. The cramp came again, almost making him double over. He'd never had the strongest stomach, and he knew this sensation well: he had diarrhea, and he was going to have to purge it in this clearing as well because it wasn't going to wait for his parents to get back and hook up the sewer line.

He kicked his sandals off, grimacing as he set his footpaws down on the bare forest floor, feeling the pine needles and tiny rocks digging into his scaly soles. Next came his pants, which he folded up to keep them as clean as possible, and his boxers went on top of those. Wearing nothing but a day-old T-shirt, he squatted a couple feet from the puddle of urine and lifted his tail, exposing his bulging tailslit. He grimaced as he bore down, feeling the sting of the diarrhea on his inner sphinchter. Riley /hated/ diarrhea.

After a few seconds of struggling he felt his muscles give, and a burning sensation filled his rump as liquid dragon waste gushed from his tailslit, striking the dirt of the forest floor with a wet slopping noise. He yelped with the sudden sting and clenched up involuntarily, panting a little from the pain. He knew the next try would hurt less though, so he just set his mind to concentrating on pushing the rest of the stuff out of himself. He lifted one hand and wrapped it around his still-stiff cock to make sure it didn't droop down and get splattered.

As he pulled his dick up out of harms way he inadvertently squeezed it, and a tiny spark of pleasure ran up his shaft. In that moment, feeling the burn of a half-digested dinner in his shit chute and the tingle of his stimulated cock, Riley had a disgusting idea. He hated himself for even thinking of it. It was vile, unholy. He hated that he even knew that it was possible, but... it was tempting.

He'd been on the internet, he'd seen shock videos. He knew what scat porn was and knew what guys could do with their own feces. He was as disgusted by it as the next person, but he was desperate. His parents wouldn't be back for three hours, and he couldn't stand not getting off that whole time. And even once they did get back, where would he do it? It'd be dinnertime by then, he couldn't find an excuse to sneak back here, and then it'd be getting dark. He'd have to wait until the next morning to get away. His stomach rumbled, and not only because of the load of liquid shit disturbing his bowels. He had to do this.

The dragon closed his eyes and reached between his thighs, holding his cock out of the way with his other hand. He slowly reached backwards, sliding his fingers over his smooth, scaly perineum until he felt the little break in his scales that hid his anus. As soon as his fingertip touched the slit he felt wetness. He almost heaved; he was touching his own diarrhea. He gritted his teeth, willing himself to think about something, anything else, and slid his hand further back until his fingertip touched his tail.

He bore down again and felt his tailslit bulge outward under his palm. It was a bizarre sensation, having never shit in his own hand before. The burn made him clench up again, but he pushed harder and was rewarded with a rushing sensation in his anus followed by a warm wetness in his hand.

It was too gross to think about, but he knew he had a pawful of his own liquid shit. Riley forced himself to breathe through his mouth, knowing what would happen if he didn't. He slowly pulled his hand out from between his legs, then opened his eyes. What he saw /did/ make him retch. Sitting in his palm was a pile of what looked like melted milk chocolate, only it was warm, and he could see lumps of solid poop mixed in with it. The mess was spreading, covering his scales, about to drip off of his hand. The sight had driven a wave of nausea through his already-upset stomach, but he didn't want to lose his nerve. This was his only chance to get off today.

He almost whimpered as he brought his hand towards his dangling, dark-red, stiff-as-hell cock. When his filthy hand first touched his shaft, almost all doubt disappeared. He'd worried that his shit would be... wrong, somehow. Not as liquid as he thought, or gritty, or whatever else made for bad lube. It wasn't. It was perfect.

He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and rotated his hand a couple times to distribute the filth over his bare flesh, moaning out loud in relief as he felt warm wetness coating his stiff dick. The diarrhea was thick and slimy, just the right consistency, and the lumps weren't quite solid. They mushed against his shaft as he squeezed his gut mess against it, and when he drug his hand from base to tip for the first time, he felt every little lump of his digested dinner softly pressing into his sensitive flesh.

It was incredible - the feeling of relief, and just how damn good the "lube" was. As he started stroking enthusiastically, every little lump stroked his dick like the nubs in a fleshlight, stimulating all his favorite spots, making him gasp and shiver. He could feel the glimmer of clever ideas about how to make this from the lotion he normally used, but the thought was quickly filed away for later. He pumped his thick, shit-coated dick vigorously, his hand making wet sloppy noises as he rapidly worked the pleasure he needed from his straining shaft.

As he masturbated with his own diarrhea, he closed his eyes and started thinking of one of his favorite fantasies: his friend Jake. Another dragon, but shorter, skinnier, and with a beautiful sheath that matched his viridian blue scales. He and Jake had messed around once, months earlier. It had been awkward, and he wasn't sure what their status was now, but he did know that sucking Jake's long, slim cock had been incredible. He thought about how he'd slipped his tongue down into the stretchy, scaly sheath, drawing a loud, pleasured moan from his friend as he tickled and slurped on the hidden flesh of his cock.

The clearing was filled with the sounds of wet scales on bare flesh and Riley's panting as he worked himself towards an orgasm. Soon enough, though, he felt his scaly fingers stroking a little harder than they should, and knew he'd need more lube.

The prospect didn't excite him - it was bad enough the first time - but it had to be done. He kept stroking gently with one hand to keep himself from losing all the arousal he'd built up and reached back between his legs with the other, thanking the stars for his ambidextrous masturbation ability. He gritted his teeth again as he bore down, hating the coming sensation, until he felt his tailslit give and another pawful of wet mush slid out into his palm.

He gasped again with the pain, but it faded quickly, and he pulled his dirtied paw out, not looking at it this time. He could feel the load was bigger, though just as moist, and without hesitating he pulled one hand away and wrapped the other around his dick. The new load of wet dragonshit was even better than the first. This time the puddle of feces was full of lumps, and as he pumped his cock they spread out even further than before, covering his entire shaft with little stimulating lumps. His dick stiffened in his grip as he ground the new lumps of wonderful shit into his shaft.

Wait, wonderful? He was thinking of his poop as wonderful now? The latent nausea in his belly grew a little as he suddenly realized how disgusting this all was; crouched in the forest, both hands covered in his own sloppy, half-digested shit, and loving every second of it. He felt his arousal waning and desperately tried to get back on the image of Jake.

He closed his eyes again and concentrated, thinking about Jake. That body... beautiful sheath... nice, slim, pink cock... ahhh, yes. He felt the wave of sexual satisfaction washing over him as he vividly recalled the feeling of his tongue sliding deep into Jake's tight cocksleeve as he sucked his cock, and his friends hands gripping his shoulders as Jake moaned in ecstacy above him.

He let his mind wander further now, into fantasy, into things they hadn't gotten to do. Jakes hands gripping his head, pulling him harder down onto his cock, letting that slim shaft slide down his throat. Jake laying back, footpaws in the air, legs spread, exposing his dirty tailslit. Jake pressing his fingers against that little tailslit, feeling the mess coating it, pressing inside the tight little hole to feel the filthy load inside--

Riley suddenly realized what he was fantasizing about. Where had that come from? His eyes shot open as panic shot up his spine, and he made a crucial mistake - he forgot to keep breathing through his mouth. As he gasped in shock at his own thoughts, he took a deep breath through his nose, and instantly his sense of smell was saturated by the sick, rancid stink of his own diarrhea. He retched, body convulsing, and with no time to fight it he vomited. His stomach heaved, once, twice, and then on the third lurch he opened his muzzle and hosed half-digested lumps of the Ho-Ho he'd had for breakfast across the forest floor.

Trying to recover he unthinkingly took another deep breath, and another snoutful of rancid diarrhea stink filled his nose. He heaved again, and with great shock he felt, through the nausea, a bolt of pleasure shooting up his shit-covered cock, which he was still stroking reflexively. Another heave came, and with it that stab of pleasure, and he felt himself coming, the long-desired sensation of orgasm filling his entire body, arousal and relief mixing with nausea. His dick twitched in his hand, shooting long strings of brown-streaked dragon seed across the dirt floor and landing in his puddle of vomit.

The orgasm seemed to last an hour. The dragon crouched, shivering, body twitching, cock throbbing as he shot over and over, and then once his balls couldn't produce any more seed, his shaft just tensed repeatedly. Finally the feelings started to die down, and he opened his eyes. He felt drained, disgusted, satisfied, and confused. He also felt muscle cramps. Moaning as he suddenly felt the agony of his over-compressed leg muscles, he half-toppled backwards into the brush, wincing as the pine needles and pebbles bit into his ass, but preferring it to the daunting task of standing up. As he rested, he realized he was also sitting in a pile of his own shit, but he couldn't get himself to care.

He sat, back against a tree stump, and panted. He wasn't bothering to breathe through his mouth - his nostrils were already defiled, no point in fighting it. He stunk like a stopped-up toilet. Knowing that smell was coming from him made it a hundred times worse than it would have been otherwise, but it wasn't like he could wash up at the moment. He eyed the faucet near the tree. That was going to be mighty cold.

As he lay there, ass plopped in a pile of his own waste, both hands and his cock covered in his shitslime, huffing his own filthy toilet stink, he felt an insistent pressure. He still hadn't finished emptying his bowels. The thought of standing back up, squatting again... it was completely out of the question. So he didn't bother. Riley sat, hands still clenched around his filthy, softening penis, and pushed on his bowels until his anus gave again, and with a wet crackling noise the rest of his load of liquid shit started pushing out, flowing between his thighs and piling up until it touched his slit. He relaxed as the warm mess pressed against the base of his cock, enjoying his newfound pleasures.