Dingodile grunts as he swings the barrel of his flamethrower forwards, slamming it into another one of the mindless animal servants running at him. “Grah! You think you can beat me that easily?!” He growls out, cackling happily as he steps back using the fire to scare off the other beasts as they attempt to swarm around him. Dingodile had grown tired of Cortex’s constant failures and being wrapped up in them. Turns out even obedience had a limit to them. A low growl leaving his mouth as he quickly moves to the side, kicking at one of the beasts as he takes another step back. “H-hrrff…” Dingodile growled softly, it was getting harder to fight, his head was swimming as he stumbled back, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep up with all of this, it felt like they just kept coming, no matter how hard he tried to fight back. They just wouldn’t stop. “D-dammit.. I have.. To find a way out of here..” He mutters quietly to himself, eyes darting around for any kind of opening, he knew there just had to be some way out of there, a single opening that he could use to flee. 


Though in taking his eyes off the fight he misses one of the beasts moving around him, lunging at his legs. Not seeing it Dingodile misses as it reaches out and grabs onto him. Pulling his legs out from under him. Sending the mutant tumbling down to the ground, crashing with a loud grunt. Looking back as he attempts to kick at the animal. “C-crap.. I-I won’t give up.” Though before he could say anything else another beast reaches out covering his mouth, a strange, mind numbing sense fills his mouth and nose. He thrashes around, still trying to break free, But slowly bit by bit he could feel his mind starting to drift, thoughts fading as his vision wavers. The stench wafting off this beast makes him groan softly into it. Eyes fluttering softly as finally he loses consciousness. He couldn’t keep himself awake anymore. He makes one last vain attempt to swipe at the beasts.  But by then his swipes were so weak, he could feel his strength being sapped away, until finally his consciousness slowly fades away, darkness clouding his vision as soon enough he drifts off into slumber, right before he loses it fully he could hear the sound of light footsteps approaching.


As he starts to come through, a low groan leaves Dingodile’s mouth, attempting to lift his hand up to his head, but he couldn’t move his limbs. Hell he couldn’t move his entire body! A short grunt leaving his mouth as he looks down at himself, squirming around as he hears a familiar, mad laugh echo all around him. “Well then, it’s good to see our good friend has finally returned. You really did take your time didn’t you Dingodile?” Cortex questions, standing in front of Dingodile as his vision slowly starts to fade in. Finding himself strapped down to a chair. “You certainly have been causing me a good bit of trouble. Trying to become like that wretched Bandicoot?” He questions, his voice filled with venom as he mentioned the beast. A long sigh leaves his mouth. Cortex attempts to calm himself down before putting on a forced smile as he continues. “Well no matter. We got you back now didn’t we, all is forgiven.. Well on condition that is.” Dingodile tries to retort though quickly finds that something was stuffed into his mouth, keeping his grin on Cortex continues. “Ah don’t worry it won’t be too bad. I just need you to do one more job, and then you’ll be free to go I promise~”


Cortex laughs, holding his hands out with a tilt of his head. Dingodile looked incredibly unamused, a muffled groan leaving his mouth, rolling his eyes. “You see, there’s a certain little.. Relic I need to be found, something that’s said to hold immense power. If you can get this to me then I will allow you to go free, does that sound like a fair deal?” He questions, snapping his fingers as two enthralled monsters pull the gag out of his mouth.


“Grrrfff… You’re not really giving me a good choice here. Either I help you or you turn me into one of these idiots..” He looks around weakly. Before sighing. “Fine, I’ll get you your damn relic, but then I’m done, alright?” Cortex gives a nod and wave of his hand as he walks off Not wanting to be around as he’s freed. Eventually two other grunt beasts free Dingodile. Giving him his gear alongside a map, looking down he sees the trek there shouldn’t be too long. Maybe a day at most, which made him curious.


It wasn’t that far after all.. “Why send me? Why not one of these?” He mutters to himself, eyeing some of the others around him. “Must be something more to this.. Hmm, for now all I can do is play around though.” He dusts his hands off giving his head a quick shake. “Likely going to be a trap after this.. Gonna have to be careful.” Once he has everything ready he makes his way out of the castle and off towards his destination. The wall there wasn’t anything too rough. Once again only proving his point that there had to be something he was missing here. Eventually he comes to a large, vast temple deep within the jungle. Furrowing his brow he lifts up his flamethrower and growls softly. It didn’t matter all too much he didn’t need to worry about this crap. He could easily break whatever got in his way. A sly grin passing onto his muzzle, tilting his neck with a slight crack. He was the strongest of that scientist’s mutants, it’s why he knew that he was too good for him. 


Stepping into the temple almost right away Dingodile could feel a strange wave washing over him. Gritting his teeth slightly he growls and looks around, nose twitching slightly as he picks up a strong stench hanging heavy in the air. One that once again made his head spin. “R-rrrgg… What is that?” He mutters quietly to himself, giving a small shake of his head, doing his best to ignore it before pushing forwards. Keeping his gaze ahead, he isn’t sure how long he’s left walking for, just walking through the temple. It was starting to get hotter and hotter with each step. His sweat felt like it was starting to stick to the inside of his jacket. Tugging at it slightly with a groan he notices long streaks of brown slime sticking to his skin. But his scales also felt softer. Poking and prodigy softly at his body he shivers at the feeling. Despite how gross it felt, something about it almost felt.. Nice too. The smooth, slimy feel of his body made his mind spin in confusion, what was this, why did it smell so bad?... And why did it feel so good? As he continues to think over it, the changes only seem to pick up in speed, more of his body sweating out that same brown slime that slowly trickles down his body. 


Soon enough as his entire chest is softened, turning into a strange foul smelling substance. Still lifting up his quickly forming moobs he breathes in deeply. Huffing up that stench as it flickers across his mind. His eyes steadily rolled back as he started to realize just what was happening to him. That his body was turning into a living pile of shit, a part of him knowing that this was wrong, that he should be terrified but he felt amazing, he was so utterly turned on by the feeling. Reaching a browning claw down he rubs at the front of his pants softly. Groping and squeezing at his junk, cock steadily hardening with each pulse of pleasure. Eventually reaching a large empty room, at the end of which lay a strange stone slab. It was covered in ancient runes and from what he could  see, it almost seemed to be pulsing with a glowing shit-brown light. The sight of it almost seemed to accelerate the changes. The filth spreads  up his limbs, nostrils flaring from the stench flooding them. He leans up against the pedestal below the relic. 


Shakily he starts to tear off his clothes. Tossing them off to the side as his cock throbs. The base of it takes on that slimy brown texture as well. Tilting his head back with a growl he starts to pump his shaft, jerking himself off as fast as he can go. Each pump sends another wave of changes through his body. “G-ggrrrff f-fuck I’m such a hot.. Pile of shit~” Dingodile groans out, slowly starting to pump his hips. Humping and grinding into his hand, getting more, and more filthy with each passing moment. He could feel his body sweating more of that slime. As his entire body from the waist up had been turned to shit. With one last firm thrust he blows his load hard, cumming thick, brown ropes of filth across the ground. A deep rumbling leaves his maw as he tilts his head back, the changes seeming to stop only for a moment as Dingodile thrusts his hips forwards one more time. Panting heavily as he falls back, his mind steadily starts to clear back up. Jumping slightly while he looks down at his body, feeling over himself in utter confusion. 


“E-eugh.. God is this me?” He questions, turning to the relic behind him. Blushing even deeper as his eyes seem to flicker. He didn’t know how, but this is what he was looking for, it’s what he came here for. Shakily reaching his hands out he grips the relic, the glow growing even brighter, flashing over his eyes as he yanks back on the relic. Stumbling back he could feel his mind shrouding with confusion. Looking down over himself as the filth starts to spread again. His thighs and legs started to soften, transforming bit by bit, turning into shit like the rest of him. Moving up towards his neck and eyes, the white of his eyes turning bright, filthy yellows as he lets out a small groan of pleasure. But with his entire form turned to scat, he felt his body starting to wobble around. Slowly turning around he holds the relic out in front of him. Feeling his body stiffening. Making it harder to move, he just had to get out of here, and then he would be free. So shakily lifting one leg after another he starts to slowly make his way back down the hall.


By the time he could see the light of the exit lumps of filth had started to fall off his body. Piling up behind him as finally with one last stumble he falls forwards, body wetly slapping against the ground as he falls apart into a mindless pile of shit. The relic rolling forwards and outside. Despite the situation Dingodile could only feel immense pleasure from the feeling. Each, and every lump of his body. The filthy shit covering the dirt ground of the temple were all very much aware of themselves and what had happened. It all felt just so blissful, but unable to move it can only lay there, basking in the filth as the temple doors slowly close. Leaving the piles of shit now fully contained deep within the temple. On the outside a familiar potoroo kneels down picking up the relic and running his fingers along it. Pinstripe chuckling slightly. “Well looks like the big guy got it.” He muses looking at the rune etched into the relic. He could feel the power pulling off it already, having no idea how the doc would even control such a thing he shrugs it off. It wasn’t for him to worry about after, or so he told himself as he slipped it into his bag.