You groaned, finally regaining consciousness. For a moment it was hard to even think with the spinning in your head. How did you even pass out? As the feeling of sleepiness finally left you, a gasp came. You could clearly remember now. It was a day just like any other, but the moment you stepped down a random alley you were assaulted by some weird, smelly dog...

Groaning, you got up, looking around. It was clear from a glance that you were no longer on the city’s streets. That would have been a good thing, except for the fact that this place was completely unfamiliar. Underneath your body was a clearly worn down and old mattress and the blankets that covered you were thin, ragged and have gaping holes in them. 

The place you were in was cramped, with four small walls and were all the same length, boxing you in. Walls made of clearly old but sturdy wood surrounded you. Crawling off of the mattress, you got up, touching your now bare free to the cold concrete floor. You still couldn’t make heads or tails of where you were now. Though a door led to a way out, there was hesitation and fear of what you would find on the other side kept you inside. 

Just as you stepped away from the door, it suddenly swung open, leading to a flood of light that made you wince and hiss in slight pain. But a familiar voice met you, chuckling. Your heart raced as that dog was before you again. Though he stood at about half your height, he carried himself with a strange confidence. 

“So you’re finally up. I was starting to think you died,” the terrier just chuckled as he stepped up to you. 

Still very much confused, you dared to ask the dog what happened to you and where you were.

Another chuckle came from Iggy as if it was such an absurd question. “After you passed out I was kind enough to bring you back to the junkyard. I hope you like this little shed here.” 

The junkyard? How did you get all the way out here? It was a long way from the heart of the city...

“Hey, what’s with that look? You know worse things could have happened to you why you were just lying in the alley... Really, you owe me one. I got my boys to put you somewhere safe.” 

Now you were really confused. There were more of them? 

“That’s right, I’m the king of the dog underground. And as king, I say you’re not going anywhere. See, when I caught you trespassing and gave you a proper...punishment... Well, you got something special with that tongue of yours. And with me offering you this generous hospitality, I think it’s about time we finish what we started back there.” 

You then gulped as it all came back to you. Not only did you encounter the terrier in the alley, but he somehow got you on the ground. He sat on your face and made you lick his smelly ass, even passing gas in your face. 

While you were thinking about it, Iggy had already moved close to you. With a simple wave of his paw he now had something in it. A leash... Made of grains of sand? He gave it a tug and your body was pulled forward with a surprising amount of strength. Around your neck was a sand-made collar as well. 

“I could really use a new pet,” Iggy said as he led you outside, indeed showing that you were now in a wide open section of the junkyard, with rusty and busted up cars in the distance. 

Another hard tug sent you downwards into the dusty earth. You coughed as clouds rose up around your body, filling your lungs with the rising dirt. As you sneezed it out, your eyes drifted up to see the black and white canine smirking. Before you could prepare, he planted his paw on your face, just as he did when the two of you first met. 

It pressed down, grinding its sole over your lips and nose. You had to take a breath and when you did, your nose was filled with the thick, cheesy smell of unwashed feet. It immediately struck you hard, assaulting your senses with the heavy foot musk. The last time you found the scent completely disgusting, but this time it was something different...

Another whiff. You breathed in against the sweaty toes willingly and was met with the scent. It set in your lungs. Your mouth started to water and the pace of your heart suddenly picked up. A small sound came from you, one of clear pleasure. 

From the canine came a snicker. The foot moved up and down your face, grinding his scent and sweat over his nose and lips, replacing the scent of your muzzle fur with it. They came back down and you pressed your nose against the toes and took another deep and long whiff. One of your hands reached up to grab the footpaw, using it to put even more pressure on your own face. 

It was then that you started licking, dragging them against the flexing toes, rubbing them slowly along the curvature, collecting the strong taste of sweat, both fresh and old. The powerfully bitter flavor was strangely appealing and you got a taste for the next, steadily cleaning the canine’s underfoot. 

Iggy watched as you did so, now glad that you were starting to go along with it. He had a lot planned, but it was still fun to watch someone worshiping his smelly footpaw. 

“Nice to see you finally catching on.” 

He continued to watch but was interrupted by the sudden and violent rumble from deep within his stomach. A groan came from him and he did his best to keep standing tall. But his body seemed to be working against him. Rather than fight it, he was quick to pull his paw back, even while it was being licked. 

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he gave a toothy grin that quickly formed into a frown. He winced as another deep rumble of his gut came, followed by a sudden blast of hot gas that filled the air. 

You also winced as the noxious odor assaulted your nose. Iggy looked down at you with another smug smirk. He stepped over you and another deep tone came followed by another rush of gas from his tailhole as he stood over you. 

“Get on your knees.” 

You were given another tug that lifted you by your neck. Doing as you were told, you got on your knees, planting them in the soft dirt underneath you. Iggy turned around, standing his full height with his tail lifted and his ass presented to you. 

Another tug of the collar brought your face directly into the hot, sweaty, and musky hole. The moment your face was planted between the fat cheeks, you took another sniff, being exposed to the hot, rank smell. The leash was being held firm, forcing you to keep inhaling, taking in lungfuls against the brown stained pucker. 

“Now get to licking!” Iggy demanded with another tug and sway of his hips. 

Doing as you were told, you started to run your tongue along the unwashed hole, collecting more of the bitter taste of old sweat. 

A deep sigh came from the canine. He had been saving himself, waiting for you to finally make up. And now he was taking full advantage, grinding his ass against your face, smearing his dirty hole against your lips, groaning as he felt your tongue running over his tight hole. 

Another groan came from him before a long and loud fart reverberated directly against your nose, pouring hot fumes over your face. The thick cloud hung heavy in the air and the smell now clung to your face, assuring that you would take the smell in. 

“Get back to licking!” Iggy barked and you powered through the intense aroma, pressing your tongue to the grimy hole this time, daring to breach past the rim. 

You expected to feel the soft, yet stinking walls of the dog’s tailhole. But instead your tongue pressed to something else, something soft and squishy. As the hole opened up you could see something thick and brown pushing its way back towards you. 

“Hehe. Guess I should have warned you. Mmph... Just hold still... Here it comes.” 

Iggy strained a bit as he made sure your face was still pressed close. He finally groaned as the floodgates opened. His hole expanded as the mounds of brown spilled from his hole. It came out in a thick stream that piled onto your chest with soft splatters. It rolled down your body, streaking it in the canine’s filth. 

Grunting deeply, Iggy panted as relief struck him hard. His guts were churning hard as they worked to push out the backed up shit that had been held in. His cock throbbed and leaked pre. The fat logs passing his rim brought him so much pleasure, and it was multiplied knowing that he was shitting on his new pet. 

He had let go of the leash and yet he could still hear your groans and splatters of his soft digestions falling onto your body, telling him all he needed to know. 

Something within you changed in an instant. You gripped the black and white dog’s hips, watching more mess poured out of his hole, dropping onto the pile that covered your chest, stomach, trickling down your legs and finally onto the dusty earth. While he was shitting, blasts of fetid air still punched you in the face, but you took them in, starting to moan just as Iggy was, sighing deeply with the relief that came, steadily releasing the pressure that built for some time. 

Shamelessly, you wallowed in the filth, letting it all fall onto your body until Iggy had no more to give, pushing out a final soft long that left his hole slightly expanding and puckering. He sighed deeply, letting his tongue fall from his mouth. His ears flicked as he heard you groaning. 

“Oh? You didn’t pass out this time? See you’re learning already!” 

The canine pushed his ass and body back, knocking you onto the ground. You were still reeling from the nasty scent that was burned into your nose and Iggy took advantage. He moved down your body and quickly pressed his wet hole to your cock. Before you even realized, his body slammed down, taking your entire shaft in one go.

As he did a wet smack sounded as chunks of shit were smeared between the two of you. Iggy just giggled from the dirty pleasure, groaning out loud as he bounced his ass up and down, feeling his asscheeks becoming dirty and heavy with his own shit. Every bounce smashed it against his mound and your cock, working to make a well enough lube. 

“You like being covered in my shit, huh? You like watching my ass smear it all over your dick, isn’t that right freak? Hehe. That’s okay, I like freaky bitches that let their king do what they want. If you stay with me you can be my new litter box or something...!!” 

He slammed his ass down and cried out again. You raised your voice as well, feeling tight squeezes milking pleasure out of your dick. His body started moving again and you cried out, embracing the deep, putrid odor from the heavy, wet dog mud that clung to your body. 

With another hard press, you were forced into a climax, unable to stand it anymore. You could hear Iggy moaning as his ass was filled with your seed. He pumped up and down a few more times, stroking his cock hard. 

“Aaah! Fuck!” 

His own cock throbbed hard and spit ropes of his cum across the junkyard’s dirt. He panted hard but was quick to lift his ass and push it back against your face, grunting as he pushed a mix of his shit and your cum into your mouth with another deep rumble from his ass. 

“Aaahhh... I can get used to this,” the terrier sighed as he felt your tongue lapping at his hole again.