Dragusz is owned by Proverizer on Furaffinity
You are on the ground, looking up at Dragusz's massive ass as it looms over your head.

Dragusz's green scaled hide shimmers in the sunlight, the individual plates glinting like a thousand tiny mirrors. The sound of his heavy breathing ruffles your scales, and you can feel the heat radiating off of him in waves. His massive claws dig into the gray stone, leaving deep gouges in the ground. You can see the muscles rippling beneath his skin as he shifts his weight to squat over you.

With half a ton of hulking dragon-mass towering above you, it's hard not to forget what you are down there for in the first place. You can see the dragon's pink asscheeks, and his precious, puckering asshole in the middle.

You can see the dragon's pink asscheeks, and his precious, puckering asshole in the middle.

Dragusz lets out a deep rumble, a sound that seems to come from the very depths of his being. You feel the ground shake beneath your feet as he shifts again, his massive tail swishing back and forth behind him. The tip of his tail grazes your head, and you shake your head to clear it.

However, you are reminded that Dragusz is not some display object: there is a dragon attached to that arse, and a mischievous one at that. He suddenly drops his ass down onto you. Your muzzle presses against his asshole, which is thankfully clean. You can hear him purring above.

The weight of Dragusz's massive body is almost unbearable, and you struggle to breathe under the pressure. You can feel the heat emanating from his body in waves, and the soft, most skin of his anus pressing against your nostrils, plus the light scent of dried dung.

However, his purring suddenly stops, replaced by the sound of his stomach growling wetly. Your eyes widen in fear. You knew exactly what that meant.

The sound of Dragusz's stomach growling sends a shiver down your spine. You know that sound all too well, and it doesn't mean that he is hungry. You try to wriggle out from under his massive ass, but it's no use. His weight is crushing, and you can barely move. After all, stay close enough to ANY creature's nicer half and eventually you will end up encountering it because... used. Whether you like it or not, or if you are in the line of fire - point-blank - or not. You knew the dragon was gassy, and you knew that you were taking a risk of being used as his toilet by choosing to allow him to sit on you. You didn't want to find out what the dragon's gas smelled like straight from the source, as they smelled bad enough from a distance. However, he wasn't giving you much of a choice.

Dragusz lifts a hind leg, raises his tail slightly, and lets go of his bowels, despite the fact that you are in the danger zone. You feel his hole puckering against your muzzle, spreading out to envelop your nose with a squelching sound. With a PFFFRRTTWRAPPPPTTTT A long, wet fart blasts out directly into your nostrils, causing the ground to shake.

The force of the fart sends a wave of heat and stench washing over you, nearly causing you to gag. You can feel the hot air filling your lungs, and the smell of digested meat and sulfur invading your senses. The fart is so powerful that it threatens to suffocate you, and you struggle to breathe through the putrid cloud.

He sighs, an expression of relieved contentment crossing his features (despite the fact that you can't see it from your position underneath him). However, his facial expression turns sour as the stench of the fart reaches his nostrils. 

The smell is overpowering, and you can feel your eyes watering as you struggle to breathe. Your lungs feel heavy, and you can't help but cough as the foul air fills them. The sound of Dragusz's contented sigh is replaced by a low growl when the smell of his digested miasma has reached him as well. That was no understatement, when the stars align - or right now, intestinal processes - it can get REALLY rancid. For a quadruped whose butt is usually far away from his nose, a poot of this magnitude from a sitting position doesn't spare him from the stench either! With a leng PPPPPFRRRRTTTT the dragon lets out another, sputtering fart. You can feel the sweat from his ass splattering onto your face as he does so. His tail curls on the ground behind him as he lifts a forepaw to cover his nose. You, on the other hand, are unable to do so.

The smell of the second fart is just as bad, if not worse, than the first. It's a putrid mix of rotting meat and sulfur that makes your eyes water and your stomach turn. You can feel the sweat from Dragusz's ass dripping onto your face, and you can't help but wrinkle your nose in disgust. The dragon shifts his weight, and you groan as you feel your body protest under the pressure.

Dragusz intended to gas you all along. He wanted to mark you with the scent of his ass, so that everyone would know you were HIS. However, he had only intended to mark you with one or two farts. However, his bowels had other plans, and he could feel the additional pressure of the bowel movement from his latest meal moving towards the exit. 

Dragusz strains, pushing out another burst of flatulence with a filthy FRAMMPPTT, the green stench filling your nose and staining your face.

Then, you suddenly feel the tip of something wet and slimy pushing against your muzzle. The dragon lifts his ass off of you and raises his tail. And now with your seeing restored, the gorgeous sight of a winking, crowning butthole with a turd's tip in the middle greets the smaller you while you are still gasping for fresh air. As you hold his tail up, you can see the crowing tip of the turd poking out of his asshole.

The turd is barely poking out. It's a sickly dark brown color, and you can see bits of undigested meat and bones stuck to the surface. The smell is indescribable, a putrid mix of rotting meat and sulfur that makes your eyes water and your stomach turn.

Dragusz looks back at you, unsure whether you want him to do his business in front of you. You definitely don't want the dragon to shit ON you, but you nod your assent to him doing his business on the ground next to you if he wants. It's his cave after all.

Dragusz seems to understand your intentions, and he slowly begins to push out his bowel movement. The turd emerges slowly, the dark brown color stark against the earth beneath it. It's a massive log, much larger than you would have expected, and it seems to keep coming. You can see more undigested meat and bones scattered throughout, and the smell is overpowering.

With a filthy FRRPT, Another tiny fart pushes out, followed by more shit. You start to wonder how the dragon's bowels could turn a regular meal into so much shit.

The dragon's massive log of shit finally comes to a stop, landing with a wet thud on the stone. It's at least a foot long and almost as thick as your own waist, a testament to the sheer size of the dragon. The smell is almost unbearable, a putrid mix of rotting meat and sulfur that makes your eyes water.

As it piles up in front of you, you feel increasingly grateful that Dragusz didn't just decide to use your face as his toilet.

After voiding his bowels completely, the dragon turns around and sniffs you, observing his handiwork. You definitely smelled like his flatulence and ass sweat, but you knew the smell would wear off, and you shuddered at the possibility of a re-scenting. However, this would also protect you from other dragons and generally dangerous creatures, as they wouldn't dare mess with someone that had been marked by a dragon..