When Dakota awoke the huge dire wolf was still on top of her. The kingfisher still felt hot and messy from the cum both inside and on her body. How long had she been here? Looking out towards the cavern’s entrance, Dakota could see that it was dark out. From what she could tell, the wolf was still asleep as he wasn’t moving much and the steady sounds of his breathing was heard by her. What they had just done was amazing but she was still trying to wrap her head around it fully. The wolf’s cock had been so big and she had been fucked by him so thoroughly. Her stomach was still very much swollen and the hot wolf spunk inside kept the rest of Dakota’s body feeling hot. She panted a bit, now wanting to get from underneath the wolf’s warm and slightly sweaty pelt. His scent was all over her feathers in various ways and it was still strong despite the time that had passed during her sleep. With a small groan, Dakota attempted to get the canine to ease up. His entire body was draped over hers and his dead weight made him seem even heavier than before. She was still feeling a bit tired but still pushed back against the beast, enough to make him stir. 

Unbeknownst to her, the wolf had been awake for some time now but he enjoyed laying his body on top of hers. On top of the comfort of the avian’s feathers he felt an instinctual need to do so, having claimed the anthro with his seed so many times. He felt her moving and assumed that she had just begun to wake up. But her pushing against him with more strength made it very clear that she was awake and trying to get away. He wasn’t ready for her to go just yet. While he no longer felt aggression towards the anthro avian, the canine was still a wild animal that acted on his own desires first and foremost. As the struggling and pushing became stronger, the canine sought to keep the kingfisher in line. 

In order to do this he did ease up. Dakota was thankful for that and she rolled over onto her back, relieving her inflated stomach of the pressure. While sighing deeply she closed her eyes. When she opened them again the wolf was still looming over her but something was different. Instead of his face, Dakota was facing his backside. A pair of heavy balls swung over her and the wolf’s tail lifted just before his rump came down, all but smothering her as he laid down again, this time having the anthro’s face pressed to his backside. Dakota groaned from the musk that reached her nose. They had their fun and she just wanted to rest before going back home. Her struggling did little good as her hands were pinned by the wolf’s weight and in response to her moving about, the wolf moved as well. He pushed himself back even more, putting more weight down until his soft, musky tailhole was directly shoved into the kingfisher’s face with hardly any room to spare.

It got the point that Dakota was utterly pinned between the wolf’s butt and the hard floor of the cavern. Dakota admitted defeat, resigning herself to being sat on. That was until she heard a familiar gurgling from the wolf’s stomach and felt his tailhole twitching against her lips. She knew very well what this meant and with greater strength than before, Dakota tried to get away. Being penetrated and sucking off the wolf was something she could handle and even enjoyed but now things were being taken too far. But for as much as she tried to get out, the wolf put down even more weight and shoved his hole even closer to her face without any trouble at all. 

The wolf didn’t bother to fight the sensation of needing to relieve the pressure in his bowels. The soft mush was already sliding further along. With just a simple push the wolf groaned and his tail flicked as an expression of relief and pleasure. Just like before, a thick rush of hot and slushy shit came rushing from the dire wolf’s expanded rim with force. Being pushed out with so much force that Dakota’s mouth was pried open against her will. Having it open allowed it all to rush in. Gushes of soft scat were already running over Dakota’s tongue and into her throat. She had no choice but to swallow the stuff. So much was coming out that she felt her stomach expanding even more. 

Another grunt and push came from the wolf. With renewed strength, his waste exploded from his tailhole and Dakota was powerless to stop the flow. She had no choice but to taste and gulp down the hot foul-tasting sludge. Taking even more caused her stomach to inflate even more, the large amount of cum being joined by the deluge of thick tar-like scat that clung to her taste buds, forcing her to taste. There was no room to move her head away or spit out the stuff, much to her growing dismay. 

Though she managed to close her mouth somewhat, that didn’t stop the wolf from releasing the remaining build up in his guts. The kingfisher thought that having her mouth closed would be better but now the scat was splattering all over her face, quickly covering it like a mud mask. The wolf really didn’t care whether or not Dakota swallowed it all, being too focused on relieving himself further, having not much more within him. Now Dakota was left groaning and spluttering as her face was being covered in hot, heavy, and smelly waste. 

“S-stop!” Dakota begged before her mouth was engulfed again, having another mouthful to reluctantly swallow down. That kept her lips sealed tight from that point on, leaving her groaning and wincing as more came out, starting to pile on top of what was already there. Dakota’s feathers, being streaked with pearlescent cum at first, were feeling heavy and left stained brown. 

A final gurgle and push came from the dire wolf. Following suit was the final large splatter of runny shit. Being churned out by the creature’s strong anal muscles, it came blasting out and Dakota quickly found herself nearly buried in what felt like gallons of fresh and steaming wolf dung. It was clinging to Dakota’s feathers, seeping in as she moved within the pile. There was no escaping from it, especially with the wolf’s weight still on the rest of her body. While she was left groaning from the feelings and smells, the dire wolf sighed contently, his tongue lolling from his muzzle as he flicked his tail back and forth again, fanning the rank smell into Dakota’s nose. 

Though the waste had been expelled from his guts and bowels, the wolf wasn’t done with Dakota yet. He was now feeling the strain of his bladder. With the same ease of voiding his bowels, the wolf began to lift himself. He kept his paws on the kingfisher’s body to keep her pinned down. At the very least Dakota was glad to have the weight off but she noticed that the canine was aiming to do something else now. While his front paws kept her down, one of his hindpaws was pressed firmly to the cavern floor while the other lifted up. Dakota gulped and on reflex she again tried to get away. But between the weight of the wolf’s paws pressing down and the heavy dung that also weighed down her neck, chest, and face. 

The wolf simply relaxed and let it flow from his bladder. It poured from the tip and struck Dakota’s scat-covered body. Still being stuck on the cavern floor, Dakota could do little more than watch the fluid come splattering down from the canine’s knotted flesh. It was a thick stream that came out with power. Some of the scat was being washed away but overall the urine and its scent were adding to the waste that was already there, making the shit even softer and the smell all the more pungent. It started out by striking the anthro’s stomach and chest where there wasn’t as much shit. 

The canine moved his body a bit, re-aiming the line of urine that was rushing out of him. Now it was dousing Dakota’s face. She had closed her mouth but underestimated the power behind the dire wolf’s urination. The musky smell of it was even more intense. Some of it got into her nose, causing the kingfisher to gasp and cough. That’s when it got into her mouth, running right over her tongue and down her throat as well. At the very least it washed away the scat that had clumped in her esophagus. The wolf noticed Dakota keeping her mouth open and moved in to take advantage of that. 

There was still plenty left in his bladder that he could make use of. The wolf was quick to change his position, planting his back paws on both sides of Dakota’s head. The piss arched from the sudden motion, covering more of her body before it straightened out, now back to cascading over her face. Pushing down with his hips, the dire wolf shoved his cock past Dakota’s lip while he was still urinating. It was now pouring directly into her throat, forcing her to drink it down if she didn’t want to be overwhelmed and possibly drowned by it all. When it was being gulped down, Dakota felt the heat flowing into her and the greater filling of her stomach. She was actually shocked by how much the wolf was releasing. Already full of dire wolf cum and shit, Dakota’s stomach was forced to expand even more. The wolf had been just letting it all flow naturally but he pushed the rest from his bladder, spraying it all into the kingfisher’s mouth. Suddenly it and her throat were being overfilled. She had to swallow down faster to keep up but still failed to keep some from leaking out past her lips and the corners of her mouth. This was kept up until the wolf had fully drained his bladder. Some of the thicker clumps of shit had been washed from her face but there was still plenty left along with the dire wolf’s piss, leaving behind a strong reek for her to endure. 

Though the wolf had finished urinating, he wasn't through with the kingfisher just yet. His cock had gotten fully hard once more while in Dakota’s mouth. Two of his needs had already been taken care of so what was one more? When he pulled his cock back Dakota was quick to assume that it was all over. It was jammed back inside. While the beast groaned she was forced to gag around the large canine shaft. The moment he got more of his inches inside the dire wolf didn’t let up. Pushing hard again he breached her throat with it and began to thrust, grinding that same long and fat flesh along the windpipe’s walls. On top of just being hot and wet, the sliminess from his own shit, piss, and now his precum felt really good to hump against. 

More and more precum gushed into Dakota’s throat, being even thicker but no less flavorful than his piss. When the last of his length reached in, the knot came in to bash against her lips. That was the constant from then on: the slaps of the dire wolf’s knot knocking into the avian’s mouth. While the canine was growling from the pleasure, Dakota was left to groan and strain around the flesh. She was being used yet again, marked from the inside with more of the wolf’s bodily fluids. He continued to rut her mouth even faster, putting his weight down. Unlike Dakota, the creature wasn’t fazed by the messiness of smell of his own wastes. 

Knowing that trying to stop this was fruitless, Dakota resigned herself to holding on as best she could. But it grew increasingly difficult as the wolf continued using her mouth with greater speed and volume, eventually culminating into a hard push that started to jam the knot inside, making Dakota groan from the added thickness she was forced to take on. 

When the knot was shoved in fully the wolf howled as he came, unleashing fat ropes that were ejected with force like the rest of his excretions. Having every inch and the knot in to lock her in place, Dakota felt her throat being forced to stretch from the floods of hot cum. She didn’t need to swallow as it was being directly into her stomach. Joining the previous loud, shit, and piss was yet another large helping of cum that was making her stomach expand even further. She groaned from the feeling, being stuffed fuller than what should have been possible. The wolf snarled and humped a few times, overinflating the anthro even further. This time there was nowhere for the cum to go when his weight came back down on her body. Trembling beneath the large musky creature, Dakota just sighed through her nose when the last spurt came, knowing she would be stuck on his knot for a while…