Jacob yawned softly as consciousness returned to him, uncurling and stretching out across the hard wooden floor. His paws slid along the stained surface, groaning slightly as he first opened his eyes. He found himself laying just off to the side of Woody’s bed, near the foot of it in the dimly lit room they shared. Jacob’s position varied – sometimes he’d sleep on the bed with the large dragon, other times he’d be on the floor, or on occasion, passed out in another room entirely. He never minded though, happy to find himself waking up near the dragon he worshipped.

Jacob was rather groggy as he tried his best to properly wake up. He blinked slowly, eyelids gradually opening further each time they rose to let in just a bit more light. With a prolonged grunt, he shifted one of his paws back under himself and gradually pushed, raising his upper body up off the floor and attempting to sit. Before he could get very high, however, his head bumped against something unexpected. Slowly, the fox turned and realized that one of the dragon’s legs was hanging off the bed, and his footpaw was barely above where Jacob was sleeping.

Suddenly, it felt as if all the tiredness had left the fox. He scooted himself to the side further and sat up properly, reaching out and taking hold of the dragon’s limb to lift it up a bit. He leaned in, pressing his nose firmly against the sole and shuddering as he inhaled. His tongue quickly followed, sliding up from the heel of the scaled footpaw up to the clawed toes, collecting the grime the dragon had walked around on since the last time Jacob had licked him clean. He made short work of it, dutifully cleaning off the scales until they were…well, not neat, but at least less visibly dirty than before. It didn’t mean he stopped though – in fact, quite the opposite. Even after seeing that he’d consumed the dirt in front of him, he spent another few minutes sucking on the dragon’s toes, happy to worship the unconscious dean.

As he listened to the snoring above him, Jacob’s tongue eventually continued his march upward. He lapped along the dragon’s leg, never leaving it longer than he had to, following the blue scales up until his nose bumped into the edge of the blanket. The vulpine’s head quickly ducked underneath, blocking out the little light in the room at this early hour, and he started climbing onto the heavily stained bed to keep his journey going. Up and up he went, fully onto the bed now and almost entirely under the dragon’s blanket until his tongue finally had traversed the full leg, coming to rest near Woody’s crotch. It was extremely rare with the dragon, but for once, Jacob had found the shaft entirely flaccid and draped over the massive sack underneath.

Before he could do much more, a loud burst of flatulence echoed out from beneath the dragon’s package, amplified in the confined space Jacob found himself in. Distracted enough to abandon his first goal, the fox’s head dipped below the sleeping dragon’s sack and wiggled between the cheeks as far as he could get. His nose worked overtime, desperately trying to inhale as much of the scent as he could. While he huffed the dragon’s stink, he was also vigilant – it wouldn’t be the first time Woody had shat the bed, and Jacob wasn’t going to miss it if he did. Only once he was sure his breakfast wasn’t about to make an appearance did Jacob finally pull his head back out, face fur matted down with sweat and grime from the dragon’s crotch. 

With that distraction out of the way, the fox refocused his efforts on the Woody’s shaft. He reached out and lifted it up, feeling his way through the darkness underneath the blankets to heft the gargantuan length. Even soft, the thing was nearly as big as Jacob’s forearm. After licking his lips in anticipation, Jacob couldn’t resist any longer and finally leaned down, wrapping his lips around the head and running his tongue over it. The taste of their lovemaking from the previous night washed over Jacob’s tongue, a mixture of dragon cum and recycled waste greeting him. His lips soon left the tip, sliding them along the sides of the length to collect more of the disgustingly delicious treat he so craved. As he worked Woody’s cock, he slowly felt it stiffening in his paws, gradually getting harder and longer to the size he adored. It also made it easier for his tongue to scrape the mostly dried feces off the length and into his gut where it belonged.

Preparing for the length to be fully hard, Jacob made his way back up to the tip and engulfed it with his lips once more, attacking the surface with his tongue. Paws still worked up and down the sides, eager to fill his annoyingly empty throat with dragon meat. Just as he was about to move down further, however, he was caught off guard by a rather acrid taste across his tongue. 

“Morning, Jacob…” Woody said slowly, barely conscious himself as he released his bladder into the fox’s muzzle.

Jacob chugged the first couple mouthfuls of dragon piss dutifully, gulping down his favorite drink like there was no tomorrow. After he was satisfied with getting at least a little refreshment, he pulled off while Woody was still pissing like a firehose. “Morning, sir,” he said quickly, all while his entire front was becoming soaked in urine. He quickly replaced his mouth over the stream, once again slurping it all down as he dripped onto the wet sheets below. Despite the shaft continuing to harden in his muzzle, he never once thought of pushing it down his throat. He’d be damned if he was going to miss out on the taste of Woody’s morning piss. 

Bulge after bulge of urine traveled down the fox’s neck and into his stomach, entirely hidden from the outside world. Anyone coming into the bedroom would see something relatively normal, if not for the disgusting state of the furniture. A dragon laying in bed, under a blanket, slowly waking up. As you got closer, you’d notice a pair of fox paws and a tail sticking out the bottom, and only if you lifted up the blanket would you be greeted with the sight of Jacob laying on his stomach, chugging dragon piss.

A couple minutes passed before Woody finally emptied his bladder, and Jacob seamlessly transitioned into getting his second drink of the morning. He sucked every last drop of piss out of the dragon’s dick, and once satisfied it was empty, he brutally shoved the length into his esophagus. Paws dropped lower and massaged the massive orbs, giving them the attention they deserved. His maw took care of the rest, easily engulfing the entire length and pressing his lips firmly into the dragon’s crotch. He left it there for a moment, gulping around the length and working it with his throat before he pulled off, bringing his paws up again to stroke it while he spoke.

“Sleep well?” the fox asked from beneath the blanket before putting his mouth back to work.

“Not long enough. My alarm clock seems to have been horny today,” Woody remarked.

“I’m horny every day, thanks to you,” Jacob replied nonchalantly from under the blanket, still stroking the shaft. “Just like you are.”

“Yeah, but not at…7:30 AM…” Woody groaned, leaning to the side and looking at his nearby clock.

“Do you want me to stop?” Jacob asked, already knowing the answer and putting his maw back around the first few inches of cock.

Rather than respond, Woody brought a paw to his crotch and placed in on Jacob’s head, forcing the hidden fox back down. The gesture was filled with annoyance, but with obvious pleasure mixed in from waking up to a fox sucking his cock.

Needing no further instruction, Jacob simply returned to his oral work, servicing the dragon the best way he knew how. It didn’t take long with the dragon having all night to recharge his balls, and after only a few more minutes of rough sucking and ball fondling, Jacob finally felt the shaft twitching in his throat. He let the first few jets shoot directly into his stomach, pooling up with the urine stored inside. The next few went into his maw, bulging his cheeks out as Jacob filled his muzzle with dragon jizz, only to pull off completely afterward. The remainder – which was still most of the load – splattered everywhere, from the blanket to Woody’s legs to Jacob’s face and chest. The fox wasn’t exactly careful where he was aiming it. 

Once the dragon had been fully milked, Jacob finally crawled backwards and out from under the covers, sitting up near the foot of the bed and smiling at the dragon, maw still full of cum and fur drenched in piss and semen. 

“Enjoy yourself?” Woody asked, lifting up a footpaw and sliding it along Jacob’s cheek, feeling the cum now stuck to the bottom of it. Jacob could only nod, rubbing his cheek against the dragon’s scales. “Good. Me too. Next time, just wait longer though, at least until 8. It’s kind of hard to sleep with you rubbing your tongue over the head of my cock constantly,” he said casually, knowing Jacob had no choice but to listen to him. 

Woody groaned as he finally shifted himself into a sitting position, tossing the blanket off of himself and sitting up next to the fox. “Well, that’s not going down at all today with you looking like that,” he remarked, glancing first at his cock and then over to the fox. As took in Jacob’s appearance though, he finally noticed the bulging cheeks. “Your mouth’s still full of cum, isn’t it?” He asked, to which the fox nodded. “Oh no, answer me with words,” the dragon said sternly. 

“Yes,” Jacob mumbled, barely opening his lips and letting a little bit of the cum escape down his chin. He didn’t want to, but the dragon’s hypnotic powers over him prevented him from disobeying.

Woody sighed. “You’re really gonna make me do it, aren’t you? Fine. Answer me with words, but speak normally, as if you didn’t have a load of my cum in your mouth.”

“Yes,” Jacob said as normally as he could. His lips fully parted, mouth open as he tried to get the word out. The only noticeable effect, however, was the load of jizz flooding down Jacob’s front as he tried to speak. Woody burst into laughter as he watched Jacob’s torso become even more covered in white, knowing how annoyed the vulpine must be as he lost part of his drink.

“You’re mean, you know that?” Jacob said half-heartedly, smacking his lips as he tried to swallow what jizz was left in his mouth.

“I do. And you love it,” Woody started matter-of-factly.

“Well yeah, but…I still wanted to drink that…” Jacob whined.

“Oh no. I deprived you of one of about ten loads you’ll get today. Besides, if you were that thirsty, you’d have drunk it already instead of spraying down me, you, and my bed with half of it,” Woody said pointedly.

“Sorry,” Jacob said softly.

“For what?” Woody asked, confused.

“For…covering you and your stuff in your cum?” Jacob replied.

Woody just looked at Jacob even more confused. “Since when have you ever thought that’d be a problem? Do you not see how fucking disgusting this place is? If it weren’t wet, I wouldn’t even be able to tell you which cum stain on the bed is from this morning. We both shit and piss wherever in here, though with you, I don’t think you have much of an option,” Woody remarked, shoving a paw underneath Jacob’s ass and jamming a couple fingers inside to prove his point. “I’m just teasing you for your lost drink, you slut.”

Jacob smiled and looked down a bit. “I know. I just like hearing you talk about nasty stuff like that.”

Woody simply rolled his eyes. “Slut,” he repeated. “Now come on,” he stated, getting up from the bed with his erection bobbing in front of him. “Let’s go get breakfast before I get accosted again.”

“Yay!” Jacob shouted, bouncing up onto his footpaws next to the dragon and looking up at him, smiling happily as he started to follow his scaly master into the kitchen.

“So what do you want to eat today, sir?” Jacob asked, moving over to the stove while Woody took his place at the table.

The dragon simply shrugged. “I guess eggs, sausage, and pancakes works for today.”

“You got it!” Jacob said happily, darting about and grabbing things out of cupboards and setting up his equipment to prepare the meal. 

Woody smiled as he watched the naked fox dart back and forth, erection kept firmly up by the sight of that formerly tight ass pointed in his direction. Somehow, the fox had even managed to get a few shots of cum across his back earlier as well. As he waited, he reminisced about the first time Jacob had tried to cook for him. It was edible, but nowhere near the dragon’s standards. He’d given another of his commands to the vulpine and ordered him to learn to cook properly, taking classes specifically around ways to prepare his favorite meals. Jacob was disappointed – time spent learning took away from his time servicing the university’s dragons – but was quickly reminded that the more he got the Woody to eat, the more he could eat as well, and his attitude quickly changed.

“You know what you did this morning is rape, right?” Woody asked.

“Hmm?” Jacob said while prepping his gourmet omelet.

“You groped me and sucked me off while I was sleeping, I didn’t consent to it,” Woody explained.

“So?” Jacob asked, not understanding the point.

“So it’s illegal,” the dragon remarked.

The fox stopped cooking for a second and turned around. “I’m just surprised you’d care. For someone who’s brainwashed literally tens of thousands, if not a hundred thousand, furs over the years into either being toilet sluts or dominant hypnotists who feed those toilet sluts, I’m surprised you’d care at all about consent. At least you know I sucked you off, I bet most of the guys you fuck don’t even know you did it.”

Woody simply smiled as he sat in the chair and looked over at the fox, grinning.

“What? Do you not see the hypocri… Oh. You’re doing to me what I did to you earlier. You just want to hear me talk about the nasty stuff you do to get you off more,” Jacob said, now his turn to shake his head, but couldn’t help smiling. He turned back to his cooking, doing his best not to drip cum into anything where he could. “You know how nasty I think you are, sir. You’re one of the most sadistic people I know – the only reason I stop short of downright evil is because everyone you hypnotize is happy like that. You could make me adore the taste of your shit and piss with a few words, but you don’t. I think it’s horrendous, disgusting, and downright foul. Yet, at the same time, I can’t get enough of it. I live off it. Every fiber of my being tells me to eat more of it, despite the taste. I could have swallowed your cock earlier and let you piss into my gut directly, but I didn’t – I tasted it willingly, despite what my rational mind tells me. You’ve warped me so far that I don’t find that a contradiction anymore, and neither does anyone else here – disgusting things are still awful, but we love them. I love them. I’d go out and just take a bite of dirt to be nastier.”

“I couldn’t even imagine a better life if I tried for myself. I mean, look at me – I was an orange fox when we met, and now you can’t see a single strand of fur on me that’s orange anymore. Might as well have been born brown. This whole university smells worse than a sewage plant, and it’s all your doing. I was straight and a virgin when I applied here, and now I couldn’t close my tailhole if I tried. I’ll fuck any guy who asks and not bother knowing his name. I can’t walk past a log of shit without eating it or smearing it on myself and feel proud of doing it. You took every bit of free will I have away, to the point I don’t know what decisions are mine or not anymore. And you know what? I fucking love it,” Jacob monologued, knowing the dragon was behind him jerking off to his words the entire time.  

“And what do you think about the university itself?” Woody asked, egging him on, still jerking his cock at the table.

“Oh it’s both wonderful and terrible. Students come here thinking they’re going to get a world-class education by the time they leave. And don’t get me wrong, they do – the professors here do still know their stuff – but they have no idea how great their lives will be afterward. Not a single soul leaves here straight, and after four years of toilet life, they spread your will and these nasty fetishes around the world. Students and professors freely fuck everywhere possible, yet the non-dragons have no idea it happens. A wolf walking through the halls can be confronted by a dragon, be hypnotized, have his clothes taken away and his stomach filled with piss and shit and his tailhole widened a couple inches, then walk away knowing absolutely nothing happened to him. I recall first coming to your office literally swollen with how much shit I’d eaten, and I didn’t know it until you let me see it. Now, I try to end every day that way. If I can’t get it from you, I can walk up to any of the other thousands of furs here and start sucking them if I want. I can go find stray piles of feces laying around if one of the other students wasn’t made to eat it first. I can have a golden shower from ten guys out in public, or completely slather myself in feces, and no one bats an eye. This little society of filth you’ve created is paradise for us, even if we didn’t have a choice in taking part. It’s amazing not to have to hide being a slut or a toilet. If anything, I’m celebrated for how willing I am here, even though most of the other students just think I’m actively being hypnotized and won’t remember it. You’ve just changed me so much that I crave it. Every single cock, every log of shit, every drop of piss, I want inside me. I want to worship every horribly disgusting footpaw, lap the B.O. from every guy’s armpits, sniff their belches and inhale their farts. I want to do whatever I can to please everyone around me, and the university has no shortage of guys to please. And that’s all thanks to you,” Jacob continued.

Woody, smiling broadly, finally stood up and walked over to the stove, tapping Jacob on the shoulder. “Kneel,” he said simply, and once the fox had, shoved his cock directly between the already-parted lips and started roughly thrusting down Jacob’s throat. He took hold of the fox’s head and made sure it didn’t move, fucking it nearly as hard as he would have done to the vulpine’s ass. Thrust after thrust battered Jacob’s throat until finally Woody left his cock entirely inside, spraying his second load of the day directly down into Jacob’s stomach. He stayed there for a few minutes, almost to the point where Jacob started needing air before finally pulling out.

“For making you spill the last one,” Woody said with a grin, heading back to the table.

“You could have let me taste it,” Jacob whined.

“Oh just wipe some off your chest if you want to taste it so badly,” Woody retorted.

Jacob, needing no further invitation, did just that and sucked on the cold jizz for a bit. Now that the dragon’s second load was out of the way, he was a bit calmer, though no less erect. Jacob quickly got back to work, thankful that nothing burnt while he was down on his knees. It didn’t take long for him to finish the remaining work, bringing a plate absolutely covered with food over to Woody for breakfast.

As the dragon tucked into his meal, Jacob went back to tidying up the kitchen – at least, his version of tidying. He simply ate the egg shells, plastic containers, and other trash generated while preparing the meal. The pans weren’t wiped down in the slightest, to the point where some of the lesser-used ones in the cabinet were starting to grow mold. At most, Jacob simply moved the stuff off to the side or put it back in a cabinet where he could find it later for the next meal. After making sure it would be prepared for dinner, Jacob headed back over to the table and dutifully sat down on the floor next to the dragon.

“Is it good?” Jacob asked.

“Sure is. Want some?” Woody teased.

“Ha, no thank you sir. I left behind that kind of food when I came here,” Jacob said happily.

A sadistic idea suddenly popped into Woody’s head. “You know, we could fix that.”

“Fix? But it doesn’t need a fix, I’m a toilet,” Jacob remarked.

“Sure, but you could eat other things too. As a matter of fact, I want kind of want to see how you get on like that,” Woody remarked. “Stand up here.”

“I don’t want to…” Jacob said, annoyed, but still getting to his footpaws.

“Too bad. I better focus for this, with as big a change as it’ll be…” Woody remarked, maintaining eye contact and putting him under a full hypnotic trance, rather than relying on the innate power of his words. “From now on, you have no desire to consume feces or urine. You will revert to desiring the foods you ate before your first arrival here at the university,” Woody said before dropping his trance.

“Great…” Jacob remarked. He looked down at some of the stains of feces along his arms, yet didn’t feel the usual desire to raise one up and start lapping at it.

“I’ll ask again,” Woody said with a grin. “You want some?”

“Yes…” Jacob said slowly, annoyed with himself for it. The dragon held out a forkful of eggs to the fox, and Jacob opened wide and accepted the food. He chewed it a couple times, face contorted in disgust before he finally spat it out onto the floor below.

“What’s wrong? Didn’t want it?” Woody asked.

“No…I did, I haven’t felt like that in a while. I thought I was going to throw up; my body really couldn’t hold it…” Jacob said, holding his gut.

Woody couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course it didn’t! You’ve trained it for a year to eat nothing but shit, so it doesn’t know how to handle ‘normal’ food anymore. It probably tasted downright raw to you. Now let’s get you your actual breakfast,” Woody remarked, scooting over to the edge of the chair and lifting his tail slightly, making sure the hole was off the seat.

A loud crackling sound echoed throughout the kitchen as the dragon began defecating. A long, chunky, deep brown log pushed out of his hole and soon landed on the floor below, curling around before it finishing exiting the dragon. Once it did, the remainder flopped down onto the pile and second log soon followed it, nicely coiling up on top of the first. A few more slightly softer, smaller ones landed on top to complete the meal, interspersed with some messy flatulence as the dragon’s bowels were evacuated. Finished with his movement, Woody scooted back onto the chair and smeared his messy ass across it, leaving some fresh stains in his wake.

“Feels weird not having you practically trying to shove your head inside me while I shit,” the dragon remarked. “What’s wrong though, not hungry?”

“No, I am,” Jacob replied, still standing as he flared his nostrils and inhaled the stench. “I just don’t want to eat that.”

“Eat it anyway,” Woody ordered, returning to his meal but keeping an eye on the fox.

Not left with any other options, Jacob got down onto all fours and placed his head above the pile. While the stink still lit up the pleasure centers in his brain and kept his forever-ignored shaft hard, he felt no pull to eat it other than Woody telling him to. He opened his muzzle and took a good-sized bite out of the top of the pile, feeling the sticky waste between his teeth. The disgusting flavor flooded his taste buds, and if he hadn’t been told to eat it, he’d probably have spit it back out. He willed himself to continue chomping down on it, finding his body at least willing to keep this inside. It wasn’t until the feces was mashed into a fine paste that Jacob could gulp it down, panting softly before going back for more.

The next bite wasn’t any easier than the first. Even after taking a second one away, Jacob could hardly tell the pile was any smaller. Every bite renewed and strengthened those disgusting flavors in his mouth, more clearly able to tell which of the dragon’s meals he was recycling. It was almost painful to him – Jacob could clearly remember enjoying this more than anything else in his life, but Woody deciding to be an ass today kept him from loving it. He had to force himself to keep eating to obey the command, soon taking another bite.

Once he’d made it to the bottom of the pile, it only got worse. Each log was thicker and more viscous the further down he went, and chowing his way through the dung took longer with each new piece. The first couple that Woody pushed out were practically like glue, and Jacob could hardly pry his jaws apart to keep eating. Each chew made it easier until he had to go back for more and start the process all over again.

Woody, having finished his meal far quicker than Jacob could his, turned his attention fully on the fox. “Come on now, you used to love this! Eat up!” he said with sadistic glee. The dragon turned himself in the chair and placed his footpaw directly on top of Jacob’s head, shoving it down into the pile and dragging it back and forth, smearing Jacob’s head with feces.

Jacob groaned as he was submerged into his meal. Immediately, he was conflicted - he loved the feeling of the waste squishing around his head, but knew his meal would only be that much harder now. The fox found his head pinned rather firmly to the floor, unable to really move it with the force of Woody’s leg pushing him down. After clearing his muzzle, he stuck his tongue out and scraped up any of the shit he could reach, still fighting his complete disgust to swallow it down. 

“I, uh…” Jacob started, after sticking his tongue out and finding nothing but a scaled footpaw above him, “I can’t reach any more of it…”

“Oh, sorry about that!” Woody said gleefully, in a way that indicated he was in no way sorry whatsoever. The dragon removed the pressure on Jacob’s skull and started using his footpaws to shovel the feces back into a smaller pile, centered around the vulpine’s muzzle. As Jacob took another bite, Woody shoved Jacob’s face down once more, only this time a nice load of dragon feces was smeared across the back of his head too.

The pair carried on like this for a while, with Woody prolonging Jacob’s meal for nearly half an hour. Only after Jacob had spotlessly licked both the floor and Woody’s footpaws clean did the dragon finally let him sit back up, holding his stomach but with no signs of impending vomit.

“God, it tastes so fucking horrible…” Jacob moaned, smacking his lips and desperate for a way to remove the taste from his maw.

“You’re never happy, are you?” Woody teased. “First you whine about not getting your drink, now you don’t like the breakfast I cooked for you.”

“You made me not like it!” Jacob retorted, still trying to swallow the last stray nuggets down to get them away from his tongue. 

“Yeah, but it’s cute to watch you actually disgusted for once, rather than just hopelessly hungry around my shit,” Woody remarked.

“Well, it’s not cute for me,” Jacob opined.

“A good toilet says ‘thank you’”, Woody said, tapping his toe on Jacob’s nose.

“I’m not a good toilet right now,” Jacob replied. 

“Sure you are. You ate my entire dump!” Woody boasted.

“Yeah, but a good toilet would do it faster and willingly,” Jacob said.

“I swear you always fight me on this stuff. I thought I made you just submissive,” Woody said, now just planting his footpaw over Jacob’s whole face.

“Nope,” Jacob remarked. He stuck his tongue out and lapped over the scales before him – even if he wasn’t a willing toilet, he still got off worshipping the dragon’s footpaws. “If I recall, your orders to me were basically to be a filth slut, and do whatever you asked me to do,” the fox said between licks. “Nowhere in there was there anything about being submissive, or even about bottoming, technically. If you one day decided you wanted me to fuck you, I could do it, if it would please you.”

“Hmm. We’ll have to fix that,” Woody remarked, curling his toes around Jacob’s head.

“I don’t think you will,” Jacob said confidently, though muffled a bit from talking against the footpaw on his muzzle. “I think you like our little quibbles. If you wanted a mindless slut who only agreed with you, I’d have been that ages ago, and you’d be bored. You want an interesting slut who brings their own ideas too. I’m basically you, but opposite. You’re a sadist, I’m a masochist. You’re top, I’m bottom. You hypnotize, I can be hypnotized. You shit, I eat shit. Or at least, I used to, until you changed me a bit ago. But beyond that, we both love this university beyond anything and regularly brainstorm ways to make it better. I’d never have taught a class if I were only submissive, and you loved that idea I brought up. I think you prefer me like this – a partner in crime, as it were, but one who’s also your slut.”

“Sure about that, are you?” Woody asked, grinding his footpaw into Jacob’s face.

“I am,” Jacob replied, lapping at the scales once more.

“You know, for someone I usually just think of as a shit sack, you’re pretty smart. Almost exactly spot-on with that. It all depends on the type of interactions I want. If I wanted a mindless slut, you’re right, I could have one. I like someone intelligent – dare I say it, almost as intelligent as myself – to discuss university plans with. It’s more fun to have those discussions balls deep in someone, so you’re naturally a perfect fit for it. Same as with the other students – I could just turn them into submissive whores as well, but I don’t. I can’t exactly make them slutty since the dragons here need to practice their hypnosis and take what they want rather than having it given to them, so having the others ignore what’s going on was the best compromise I had,” Woody explained.

“Thank you, sir,” Jacob said, giving an appreciative lick. “And I agree, you’ve done a wonderful job structuring this place. I only wish I could enjoy the filth as much as you are right now.”

“Oh, go on then, I guess you’ve earned it. Stand up here,” Woody ordered. As Jacob stood, Woody couldn’t help but laugh. “Damn, I really shoved you in there,” he remarked, reaching up and wiping the feces away from Jacob’s eyes so he could properly hypnotize him again. “Suck,” he said briefly, placing his shit-covered fingers inside Jacob’s maw, and feeling his cock throb briefly at making the fox eat just a little more while hating it. 

“Alright,” he started, making eye contact with the fox once more. “You can have your overwhelming desire to consume shit and piss back, and no longer feel any want to eat any of the foods you ate prior to coming to the university,” he said, undoing his earlier command, and freeing the vulpine from his control once more. 

“Fuck yes, thank you, thank you,” Jacob gushed, immediately reaching up and scraping some of the feces from the top of his head off and shoving it inside his maw, head tilted slightly back in pleasure. 

“My pleasure, shit slut,” Woody said happily.

“You know, you’re kind of like a reverse genie, in a way,” Jacob remarked, still trying to scrape shit into his muzzle, thinking about the commands he’d been given.

“Excuse me?” Woody asked.

“Yeah, like with a genie, you get three wishes, and he does what you want. In this case, you’re the one who gets what you want, but you get like an infinite number of wishes,” Jacob tried explaining.

“Uh…I don’t know what all you think I can do, but I can’t make a new house appear out of thin air for you or something,” Woody said, head tilted to the side.

“Maybe not out of thin air, but you can basically make anything like that happen. If you want a house, you can make someone give you theirs. If you want me to be sluttier or shyer or louder or whatever, it happens with just your words,” Jacob mused.

“I suppose…what’s your point? This isn’t new to me,” Woody remarked.

“I dunno, maybe no point. Just a weird thought,” Jacob remarked.

“What, do you have a wish you want, slut?” Woody teased.

“Oh no, I’m happy letting you pull the strings. I said it earlier when I was cooking, I couldn’t imagine a better life than this. If I do, I’ll let you know though,” Jacob said happily. 

“And it would be my pleasure to grant it,” Woody replied, giving a small mock bow. “As long as I want it too.”

“Of course, sir,” Jacob said quickly. With his filth hunger back, he wasn’t about to waste any time. The vulpine knelt back down and moved between Woody’s legs, forcing his way underneath the dragon’s sack, determined to lap up the waste smeared across the chair and make up for not being Woody’s toilet paper earlier.

The blue dragon could only laugh, raising one of his legs and laying it on the table, giving Jacob easier access. “I appreciate the enthusiasm, but hurry up, we’ve got someone to go visit,” Woody remarked, straining a bit to blast Jacob’s face with the little remaining gas he had inside.

Jacob’s tongue slid between the dragon’s scaled cheeks, passing right over the messy hole and collecting more shit than his tongue could hold. Nevertheless, he tried to pull it into his muzzle, scarfing it down with glee. “Who’s that?” Jacob uttered, muffled from underneath the dragon.

“Surprise,” Woody said simply. The dragon left it at that, staying still for a few more licks to give Jacob time to get his fill. Once he felt the tongue scraping him a bit too much, he knew it was time to rise, preventing Jacob from completely cleaning him. 

“Aww come on, let me finish…” Jacob whined, licking his lips and trying to clean them of any stray feces he’d smeared upon himself down there.

“No. It’s not like you’ll never see it again, and besides, do you really want my ass to not smell like shit?” Woody retorted.

“No…” Jacob admitted, putting his head down a bit. 

“That’s settled then. Now come on, we’ve got to be on our way,” the dragon remarked, heading toward the front door and pausing for a second. “You want the leash today?” He called over his shoulder.

“Sure,” Jacob said, still slightly disappointed that there were streaks of dragon shit he wasn’t allowed to consume. He followed in Woody’s footsteps, joining him by the entrance. “Oh, if we’re going out, let me make sure I look alright,” Jacob said quickly. He squatted down a bit, placing a paw behind himself and reaching for his tailhole. Far more easily than anyone should be able to, he slipped his entire fist inside, worming his fingers up and looking for his prize. A lot of straining later, he finally grasped a log, bringing it out and smashing it on top of his head. He worked his head fur over with his paws, using the feces as a sort of styling gel, slicking it back and making sure his head was a fresh shade of brown. “How do I look?” Jacob asked, smiling up at Woody.

“Like shit,” the dragon noted, knowing Jacob would take it as a compliment. He then grabbed the leash and collar off the hook and snapped it around Jacob’s neck, straining a bit to make sure it clipped. “Tight enough?” Woody asked, giving the leash a tug for good measure.

Jacob nodded, feeling the collar restricting his breathing a bit with how tight it was. Part of him only wished it were tighter. “Yes sir,” he wheezed.

“Good. Let’s be off then,” Woody prompted, opening the door and heading out of the small house on campus they shared, specifically built for the dragon. He jerked the leash as he did, almost causing Jacob to fall forward onto the pavement outside. Somehow, he managed to keep himself upright, struggling to walk nearly as fast as the large blue dragon.

As the pair headed outside into the bright morning light, they got a good look at the campus around them. Nothing was too active at this point, and both Jacob and Woody had to imagine most of the students were still in bed, willingly or otherwise. Some of them were heading to class, while others were simply enjoying the nice outdoor weather. A few dragons were resting in the grass having their morning wood was attended to, and still others were taking a more active role in railing some of the students who’d otherwise be in class. 

The most exciting scene on their journey was a trio of dragons surrounding a wolf on his knees. None of them were fully hard and seemed to be taking turns pissing into him any way possible. Ears, eyes, nostrils, and mouth all seemed to be a target, and despite coughing up a storm, the wolf was never given a reprieve from his onslaught. Woody had to practically drag Jacob away from that group with the fox scrambling to join in, jealous of the wolf’s plight.

“Come on, let me have some fun…” Jacob whined, fighting the leash.

“You had plenty of fun at home earlier,” Woody said pointedly. “Now let’s go.”

“You haven’t even told me where we’re going,” Jacob continued, straining to speak through the collar squeezing his throat. “And besides, you had more fun than I did, I wasn’t allowed to enjoy the best part of it.”

“And the fact that it pleased me should be enough for you, right?” Woody shot back.

“I mean, yes, but…” Jacob faltered, unable to come up with a response. He looked up at the dragon pitifully, but especially with a nearly two-foot size difference between the two males, it only seemed more pathetic.

“Then nothing. Using you made me happy, and you’re okay with that,” Woody said, shutting the conversation down. 

“I guess…” Jacob lamented. He strode along behind Woody for a while, stopping only briefly when he spotted a stray log of feces on the walkway. Quickly, he stooped down to grab it, seizing his prize as Woody dragged him along. Jacob quickly fell under the force of the leash, being dragged along the concrete sidewalk for a bit before he scrambled back onto his footpaws, still clutching the waste in his fingers. Bruised but pleased with his efforts, he shoved his prize into his muzzle, really having to chew through the cold, hardened waste. It paid off once he broke inside though, as the disgusting flavors released lit up every nasty pleasure center of his brain, only motivating him to chew faster.

Woody could only roll his eyes as he watched Jacob’s antics. He never once slowed down or made any effort to ease things for the fox, simply holding onto the leash and heading toward their destination. While he wouldn’t say it, the vulpine’s devotion to filth really did turn him on, and despite using him twice already, he was ready to go again. They had more pressing matters to attend to briefly though, and soon enough, approached their destination.

“The math building?” Jacob said through his mouthful, struggling to mash up the firmer, dry bits of feces.

“Yep,” Woody said simply.

“Why’re we here?” Jacob asked, unwilling to drop the matter, even a few moments away from the goal.

“You never shut up, do you?” Woody sighed. “Look, we’re here to see Professor Irwin. I’ve got to talk to him about something – about you, in fact.”

“Me? And shouldn’t we go to his office then?” Jacob asked.

“Okay, actually shut up now,” Woody said, exasperated, knowing that Jacob would have no choice but to comply when stated as a command. “Yes, you, and he’s not in his office. He’s teaching a class, and I thought showing up with you during it would be a nice surprise.”

Jacob smiled a bit to himself now, happy he got his answer, but frustrated that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t reply. Trying to show thanks the only way he could, he reached over and placed a paw on the dragon’s shaft, giving it a couple quick rubs.

“Later, slut,” Woody replied, pushing Jacob’s paw away. “I promise I’ll give you another load soon,” he finished, pushing the doors in front of him open. Confidently, Woody and Jacob strode into the auditorium where Professor Irwin was teaching. The pair simply stood inside the doors at the front of the classroom, smiling over at the dragon instructing the class by the chalkboard. Briefly, the professor shot them a quick grin as hello while continuing his lesson.

“Go on then, go say hi,” Woody replied, reaching down and undoing the collar around Jacob’s neck. Immediately, the fox strode forward and walked over toward the teaching dragon, kneeling in front of him and wordlessly taking the semi-hard shaft into his muzzle.

Despite the interruption, Professor Irwin never stopped his lesson. A crowd of nearly fifty students looked on as Jacob simply started sucking on the filthy shaft, with only the dragons aware of what was really happening. Various words like ‘integral’ and ‘parts’ were thrown around as Jacob vaguely listened to what the dragon was rambling on about, but none of that mattered to him. Audience or no, he was quite happy with a cock in his muzzle.

Jacob could clearly tell Professor Irwin had fucked someone prior to class – usually when he encountered one of the dragons, their cocks were either previously sucked clean or had dry feces stained upon them from their last fucking. Irwin, however, still had lukewarm chunks of dung along his shaft that Jacob was more than happy to suck down. As Jacob managed to fit inch after inch of mostly hard dragon dick down his gullet, he briefly perked up when he heard the dragon stop speaking for a moment. A grunt echoed out, and suddenly the lecture continued. At the same time, Jacob suddenly felt his esophagus heavily warming up as the dragon started pissing inside it.

Conscious of the fact that he had an audience, Jacob was determined to get them to pay more attention to him than to the lecture. It took some strong willpower, but he managed to pull the length out of his muzzle and keep it pointed at himself. He lowered himself a bit further, letting go of the dragon’s cock and feeling the piss wash over his fur. He wiped his cheeks with his paws, lifted an arm and rubbed the urine into his armpits, and gargled a healthy amount of it before letting it wash down his body. Satisfied he’d completely covered himself in it, he left his muzzle a few inches away from the tip of the shaft and chugged every bit that entered, giving the class a show of his toilet abilities. 

When the stream had finally stopped, Jacob glanced back over the class again. Far fewer of the students were paying attention, and most of the dragons had one of the formerly diligent students in their lap taking care of them. Considering his work done, he finally reattached his lips to the professor’s cock and resumed getting him to full hardness.

While the lecture-turned-orgy went on for a few more minutes, Jacob was now effortlessly taking the full length down his throat. Irwin had to shuffle him along the floor a few times to continue writing on the blackboard, but Jacob never once let more than half the cock out of his mouth. Soon enough, Irwin finally announced that the class was dismissed. Jacob, too caught up in what he was doing, didn’t even realize until he heard multiple students rising and shuffling toward the exits, with some leaving in pairs if they hadn’t finished getting off during class.

Now free to give his full attention to the fox, Professor Irwin grabbed the sides of Jacob’s head and held him still, pulling all the way out and roughly forcing himself fully back in with one thrust. His paws quickly became muddy with the waste coating Jacob’s head, but he paid it no mind. “Think you’ll just come in and interrupt my lecture, do you? I’ll show you what you get for that,” he aggressively stated. The thrusts were slow but powerful, one every few seconds, mostly focused on hurting Jacob more than getting off. Small involuntary whines escaped the fox’s throat as he struggled to accept the facefucking, but he wouldn’t have given it up for anything. 

After a few minutes of brutally slamming his crotch into Jacob’s nose, sending strings of saliva and snot all over the fox’s face, Irwin finally picked up the pace. He doubled over and only pulled half his length out at a time, ramming it back in almost immediately. His breathing picked up as he felt his second orgasm of the day nearing, keeping up the fastest pace he could before finally roaring out through the now-emptied classroom, exploding down Jacob’s throat and feeding the fox his third load of the day.

Panting a bit, Professor Irwin finally pulled out, grinning slightly at the strings of cum and saliva connecting his cock to Jacob’s lips. The fox quickly remedied the mess, sticking his tongue up and breaking the strands to pull them into his maw. 

Woody smiled as he strode over to the pair, holding a couple of the larger chairs from the room and setting them down near the chalkboard. He took a seat in one, leaving the other sitting opposite him as he watched Jacob and Professor Irwin finish up. “You can stop shutting up now, Jacob,” he said simply.

Jacob panted a bit, swallowing a couple more times to clear his muzzle before looking up. “Hi, by the way,” he said with a silly grin on his face, tongue hanging out to the side.

“Hi to you too, Jacob. Still a great muzzle on you, as always,” the dragon replied. 

“Thank you, sir,” Jacob said happily. “And you really know how to use this,” he said, reaching up and wrapping both paws around the shaft above him, giving it a couple more appreciative strokes. 

“I’m just surprised you didn’t choke on it,” Professor Irwin laughed.

“Practice, sir. Woody and I practice that a lot,” he proudly stated.

“It’s true; we do,” the blue dragon piped up. “Both force and endurance. Going to have to try really hard to choke this one out. But by all means, please try.”

Jacob enthusiastically nodded. “Yes, please!” he said happily.

“Good whore,” Professor Irwin stated, smacking his cock off Jacob’s face as he turned to face Woody for the first time. “I assume you have some other reason for paying me a visit, besides wanting to watch this one interrupt my lecture?”

“I do, yes. Though I must admit, it was a lot of fun watching. Before we get started though – Jacob, usual meeting position,” he stated, and immediately Jacob sprang into action. He moved down onto his back, lying flat on the floor and scooting himself between the two chairs, his face directly against Woody’s footpaws. Professor Irwin took the other chair, extending his legs and sandwiching Jacob’s head.

“Does he usually do that during meetings then?” Professor Irwin asked.

“Yeah, it’s the only way I can distract him enough usually. Otherwise, he’ll be sucking or rimming or fucking or whatever, and it usually ends up enough to derail the meeting. This at least gives him something to keep his mouth busy,” Woody replied, feeling Jacob’s muzzle appreciatively sucking on one of his toes.

“He certainly seems to be enjoying himself,” Professor Irwin remarked.

That he certainly was. Jacob was greedily attacking the sweaty soles on his face, slurping over every square inch of them. It seemed his mouth never tired, first attacking one of Woody’s, then one of Professor Irwin’s. Every bump between the scales was traced over by his tongue, slurping up dust, dirt, shit, piss, and anything else that had stuck to the bottom of them. The dragons remained silent for a moment, teasing the fox by squeezing his face or poking him with their toe claws, but Jacob’s enthusiasm never waned. 

“So anyway,” Woody started, wiping his saliva-slicked sole along Jacob’s piss-and-shit-covered cheek, “I wanted to talk to you about him, actually.”

“You’re finally letting me keep him?” Professor Irwin asked enthusiastically. “Fuck yeah, he’s one of the best sluts on campus!”

“No, no, he’s mine and not going anywhere. But you would get to see him more often. Do you remember how we let him teach a class?” Woody asked.

“Yeah…the one that’s basically an orgy to find the more leadership-type dragons?”

“Something like that, yeah,” Woody replied. “As Jacob and I confronted the ringleader after the last lecture, he recounted all the events of the class to recap what happened, and it turned into something rather…unexpected. He obviously could remember everything, as opposed to the other students, and it let him give commentary on what happened. He started trying to give feedback on the hypnosis and how it could be better.”

“Wait…like, how we could use him better?” Professor Irwin asked, intrigued.

“Exactly. I mean, he wants the same things we do, just from the other side. What was it you said, Jacob?” He asked looking down at the fox for a second and lifting his footpaw away.

“I told the student he went too far into his metaphor during his hypnosis, and I wouldn’t have understood he wanted me to eat his shit if I didn’t still know I was a toilet from your intervention. None of the other students here would have done it with how he phrased his orders,” Jacob replied.

“That’s it,” Woody replied, shoving a toe back in Jacob’s mouth. “So, you see, given that he’s in a special position of willingly trying to increase the abuse against him, I thought he could help in one of the hypnosis classes. And since you using him is partially what led him to me to start with, I thought I’d offer you the first crack at it.”

“So…let me get this straight,” Professor Irwin replied. “He’d join me for the class, and basically help me teach it?”

“Pretty much. Obviously, you’d get free use of him too, but whatever makes sense – fuck him as an example, let other dragons use him for practice to get feedback, however you want to do it. He’s probably the only one on this campus that gets laid more than we do, and I imagine he can use that experience to improve the hypnosis lessons.”

“I mean, sure, why not?” Professor Irwin replied. “He knows how to use his mouth better than anyone else here,” he paused, nodding downward as Jacob focused on lacing his tongue between the dragon’s toes, “so worst case I just get to fuck him during a lesson.”

“I thought you’d approve,” Woody replied, half-standing on Jacob’s face as he stood up, uncaring about the pressure on the fox below. “Your first lesson of the semester’s next week, right?”

“Sure is,” Professor Irwin replied, standing up as well. He stood rather close to Woody, causing their cocks to rub together as he made sure he could leave a footpaw pushing down on Jacob’s chest. “I look forward to having him.”

“And I know he looks forward to it too, even if he can’t say so,” Woody replied, leaning in and giving his fellow dragon a hug, prolonging the pressure on Jacob. Eventually, they broke apart and finally stepped back, causing Jacob to go into a coughing fit as he could finally breathe properly again.

“Aww, why’d you stop?” the fox said hoarsely, propping himself up a bit and looking toward the two dragons.

“Sorry, I thought you liked staying conscious,” Woody replied sarcastically.

“Sometimes, I suppose,” Jacob said, truly not caring whether he was or not. “As long as you enjoy it.”

“God you’re such a whore,” Woody replied. “Now say goodbye to Cory.”

“Byeee Coryyyyy,” Jacob said in his teasing voice, pushing himself up back onto his knees and shuffling around underneath the professor’s tail, giving his hole a kiss goodbye.

“That’s Professor Irwin or sir to you, slut,” the dragon remarked. He lowered his tail and pinned Jacob against the opening, pushing down hard to meet the fox’s tongue. Soon enough, the pucker widened and the fox’s tongue slipped inside, immediately meeting a solitary log of waste. The runny sludge spilled forth into Jacob’s muzzle, barely needing to be chewed before he could swallow it down. Any runnier and it would have been diarrhea flowing freely down Jacob’s esophagus, but whatever the consistency, it was going down the hatch. Jacob merrily ate his parting gift, only sad when the pucker closed back up and the dragon stepped away, not giving Jacob a chance to clean up after himself. 

“Fank ‘oo” he muttered through his mouthful, swishing the disgusting feces around like mouthwash before finally gulping it down. He patted his chest a couple times before a resounding belch echoed out through the room, sending flecks of shit back out and across the floor.

“Nice one,” Woody said appreciatively. “Now come on,” he said, reaching down and snapping the collar around Jacob’s neck once more. 

“Bye, Professor Irwin,” Jacob said properly this time, spitting it out before Woody practically dragged him out of the room by the leash.

“Bye slut. Come back soon!” Professor Irwin said happily, thrusting his hips lightly in Jacob’s direction as he left the room.

A small whimper escaped Jacob’s lips as he turned around, practically jogging to keep up with the dragon’s larger strides. “Where to now, sir?” He asked, turning toward Woody.

“Just back to the office. Nothing else planned for the day,” the blue dragon remarked, retracing almost the same path they’d taken earlier.

“Works for me. I’m happy to spend all day with you,” Jacob said happily.

Woody looked down at the fox, shaking his head slightly, seeing that the fox wasn’t making eye contact with him. “Are you talking to me or my dick?”

Jacob’s head snapped upward. “Huh? What’d you say?” he asked, his reverie broken.

“Just that you’re a whore,” Woody remarked, giving a pointed tug to the leash. 

“Thank you, sir,” Jacob said, dropping his gaze once more.  

Woody could only sigh, continuing back to their normal outpost during the day. The journey took a couple minutes, but to the dragon, felt like ten. Not only was Jacob’s slutty nature continuing to keep him hard, but he also grew frustrated at having to pull the fox along. Now that the second lecture period of the day had started, more and more students were out and fucking, and Jacob made every effort possible to join them. It seemed it would never come, but eventually Woody opened his office door and dragged Jacob inside.

The fox stopped at the entrance as they reached the dragon’s place of work, expecting Woody to take his collar and leash off for the time being. Instead, however, he found himself rather effortlessly lifted, carried across the room, and slammed face-down on the desk. His legs hung off the side, unable to reach the ground as Woody roughly lifted his tail and shoved his cock inside, not bothering with any preparation whatsoever.

“Horny, are we sir?” Jacob teased, not minding in the slightest.

“Horny? Let’s see,” Woody started, slamming into Jacob about once a second, roughly forcing the fox’s hips against the edge of the desk. “Since I got off last, you’ve eaten a rather large load of my shit, gotten absolutely covered in both my shit and yours, had a rather exaggerated golden shower, worshipped both my feet and Professor Irwin’s, and sucked a fresh load out of him before eating his shit. So yeah, after watching all that, I need to let off a little steam. Hope you don’t mind,” he said sarcastically, pinning Jacob down with one paw and pulling the leash back with the other.

Jacob tried to reply but found the leash restricting his neck a bit too much to do so. A raspy noise escaped his mouth, but no words followed. The fox simply shook his head, closing his eyes and enjoying the moment, feeling his tailhole stretched by one of the few cocks on campus that still could.

Woody bent over top of the fox as he continued thrusting away, arm held back to keep the leash nice and tight. There were no niceties observed here – this was pure carnal lust, and Jacob was simply the handy vessel to help satisfy the well-hung dragon. No words were exchanged, and none of their usual banter was shared. Slap after slap was the only noise in the room, hips meeting ass and balls slapping against balls, accompanied by the occasional squeak as the large wooden desk was shifted an inch or two. 

The dragon spared a passing thought to the sensations around his shaft, suddenly feeling the entrance becoming a bit wetter and messier – clearly the fox was doing his best to void his bowels, using the little control he had to lube up the entrance a bit more. Naturally approving of the gesture, Woody redoubled his efforts and hilted himself even faster inside the vulpine, soon feeling Jacob’s dinner from last night decorating his crotch as it made its way out. The warm waste made up for the lack of tightness in the fox’s bowels, and combined with the fresh stench permeating the air, the dragon couldn’t last much longer.  With a few more powerful thrusts that required him to step forward to keep up with the desk’s movements, he possessively roared out, claiming the well-used fox rear once more and flooding it with an ocean of seed. 

As Woody came, he finally dropped the leash, allowing Jacob to collapse forward onto the wooden surface. He panted heavily, finding his vision spotty after his airways were restricted for so long. It took them both a couple minutes to recover, with Woody’s weight keeping Jacob pinned down onto the desk as they did. As they rested, a steady dribbling of cum and feces leaked from Jacob’s tailhole, splashing onto the ground below and creating a thick, brown puddle. Once Woody found himself able to pull out though, the dribbling briefly turned into a river, running down the fox’s legs and splattering onto the floor, the desk, Woody, and everything else in range. It was as if someone turned on a faucet at full blast, but instead of water, shit-stained cum poured forth.

Proud of his handiwork, Woody slowly walked around the desk, trying to retain his balance after such an intense fucking. He practically collapsed into his chair, leaning back with legs spread, his messy erection still standing proud in front of his conquest. Knowing his job now, Jacob soon followed, wincing a bit as he got off the desk from painfully being shoved into it. He circled around and knelt underneath the desk, between the dragon’s legs and started lapping at the underside of the shaft, cleaning up Woody’s crotch. He didn’t quite feel able to suck it clean with as breathless as he was, but his tongue was still usable, and he was determined to use it as he swallowed his own dung back down.

No words were needed between the two. Even as intense as it was, this was a relatively normal experience in the office, and Woody knew Jacob would clean up after him. The vulpine spent a few minutes with his head buried in the dragon’s crotch, tonguefuls of feces being scooped back into his stomach, but much creamier than usual when mixed with the salty, viscous dragon jizz. While the cock and balls ended spotless, the stink still remained, and Jacob could easily tell he’d been freshly fucked by the scent of Woody’s dick. Pleased with his oral work though, he moved back under the desk and strained to push it back into its normal spot, fixing the odd angle it was at and moving it over a foot back where it belonged.

“Anything else, sir?” Jacob breathed, still finding swallows a bit painful.

“Nothing for now, slut,” Woody remarked, scooting his chair in and pinning Jacob underneath the desk. With the size difference between the two and Woody needing a desk to fit, there was more than enough room for the fox to curl up underneath. He laid down in a ball and closed his eyes, happily dozing off as Woody raised one of his footpaws to rest on Jacob’s face.

The rest of the morning and most of the afternoon was spent just like that. Woody handled some administrative work and planning for the university, all while Jacob dozed off underneath the desk, his soft exhales flowing out against Woody’s sole. The most exciting portion happened shortly after lunchtime for the dragon, after returning to his desk and getting back to work. Finding himself needing to piss but his toilet asleep, he simply chose to go where he was. His semi-hard shaft hung off the edge of his chair and sprung to life, spraying a burning hot stream of his dark gold piss over the floor and the fox below. Miraculously, Jacob never woke up as he received his second golden shower of the day, completely matting down his fur and giving him a puddle to sleep in. Not once did Woody look down, uncaring where his piss ended up, far too used to simply going wherever he was at the time.

It wasn’t until a knock sounded at the door that their usual day was interrupted. Woody glanced up from his computer, shifting a bit in his chair and sitting more upright. “Come in,” he said plainly. The door opened quickly, and a pair of dragons marched inside. “What is it, Dan?”

The professor spoke first, his paw on the shoulder of the slightly smaller student in front of him. “I encountered this young man on campus earlier today. Care to tell Woody what you were doing?” Dan asked.

“Nope,” came the quick reply, followed by an exasperated sigh from Dan.

“Alright, we’re doing this the hard way then,” he remarked, roughly grabbing the student’s shoulders and spinning him around, making eye contact with the younger dragon. It was a bit of a fight, but as expected, the professor won out, and the student was soon under his control. “Now,” he continued, “tell Woody what you were doing when I found you.”

“I was hypnotizing other dragons,” the student replied.

“Yes, that’s obviously fine, but what were you telling them to do?” Dan asked.

“Telling them to not go to their classes,” came the reply, still monotonous and forced from under the professor’s trance.

“Specifically, their hypnotism classes,” Dan added. “And why were you telling them this?”

“Because we’re all strong enough as it is, and we don’t need to learn how to do things better. I already know what I need anyway.”

“And therein lies the problem,” Dan replied. “He’s clearly powerful with as many students as I found listening to him – which I corrected, don’t worry – but he’s arrogant. I thought you might be able to teach him a lesson.”

“Interesting. Well thank you, Dan. I think I can take it from here. Free him and leave us,” Woody said simply.

Immediately, the professor dropped his control over the student and made his way out of the room. The smaller dragon attempted to follow but was immediately cut off by Woody.

“And where do you think you’re going? Stay here, and shut the door,” the blue dragon ordered, waiting for his target to return to the middle of the room. “Now, we don’t even know your name! What is it?”

“Eli,” the dragon spat.

“Eli,” Woody said warmly. “Well, Eli, since you’re so confident in your skills, let’s put them to the test, shall we? I just so happen to have a willing participant right here. Jacob, wake up,” Woody remarked, abruptly kicking the fox in the side.

Quickly but groggily, Jacob opened his eyes and sat up slightly under the desk, looking up from between the dragon’s legs. “You kicked, sir?”

“Come meet our guest, Eli,” Woody said, scooting back slightly to let Jacob up. 

The fox got to his footpaws, crawling out from under the desk, still dripping wet from his unexpected golden shower. “Hi, Eli!” The fox said happily. “Are you going to fuck me?” Jacob asked hopefully.

“That depends on him,” Woody interjected. “Eli has a bit of an attitude problem, and I want you to help us fix it, Jacob,” he instructed before turning to face the other dragon. “So, Eli, I’ll make this easy on you. Jacob will already willingly do what you want, so you don’t have worry about keeping the trance up, just focus on what you tell him,” he said, before turning back once more to the fox. “Jacob, I know what you want to do, but you only do what he asks. Exactly what he asks, nothing else. No extra enthusiasm, nothing. If you can find a way to do what he wants in an unexpected way, do it. Let’s see how good he is,” Woody said with a smile, leaning back in his chair and waiting.

“Alright, fine, let’s do this,” Eli said confidently. “Jacob come here and give me a blowjob,” Eli said rather bluntly, pausing for a moment as the fox got down onto his knees in front of him. “See? I said a blowjob instead of sucking, since he’d just suck the tip and nothing else,” the dragon said confidently.

Jacob did obey the command – he got down onto his knees in front of Eli, wrapping his lips around the dragon’s cock and working his way down the length, finding it comparatively easy compared to his sessions with Woody. After about a minute, however, he tightened his jaw just a bit, causing Eli to jump slightly and pull out.

“What the fuck? Why did you bite it?” Eli shouted, looking down at the fox.

“Sorry, did my teeth get in the way?” Jacob asked innocently. “I couldn’t really tell.”

“Alright you little fuck, if you don’t want to suck me off, drink my piss,” Eli said, annoyed, quickly starting to blast Jacob in the face with his stream.

Jacob quickly opened up to do as commanded, letting the golden liquid flow across his tongue and into his throat. After a couple swallows, however, he stopped, closing his maw and letting the rest of it wash over his face.

“Why’d you fucking stop?” Eli shouted, continuing his stream and angry at the fox.

“You said drink your piss,” Jacob explained, trying to angle his muzzle to speak while it was being assaulted with liquid waste.. “You didn’t say ALL of it.”

“That should have been obvious!” the dragon roared.

“Not to someone under your spell. They don’t have context unless you give it to them,” Jacob said simply.

“I think we’ve seen enough,” Woody interjected as the stream over Jacob’s face finally died down. 

“No, come on, he just doesn’t listen well!” Eli complained.

“Jacob has been my personal slut for over a year at this point. If you think I don’t know how to make him listen, then this becomes a whole different conversation,” Woody said, very thinly veiling his threat. “Jacob, do you remember what you said to me this morning?” He asked, turning to the fox.

“Um…I wanted to eat your shit?” The vulpine asked hopefully.

“Of course you’d say that…” Woody said. “No, the conversation about how I never actually made you submissive. We’re going to put that to the test. We’re going to run the same experiment we just ran but reversed.”

“Wait…what?” Jacob asked.

“Yeah, excuse me, what?” Eli echoed.

“You heard me. Eli, you are to do whatever Jacob asks, and only what he asks you to do. If you can find a way to do what he asks but in an unexpected way, do it. Just don’t hurt him,” Woody started, but stopped when Jacob let out a whine. “Okay, fine, you can hurt him a little,” he said, rolling his eyes, while Jacob let out a sigh of relief. “Jacob, same goes for you as it did for him. Ask him to do whatever you want.”

“No, come on, don’t let-“ Eli started, only for Jacob to interrupt.

“Shut up,” the fox said happily, walking around to the other side of the desk. He quickly hopped up on it, sitting down and swinging his legs slightly in the air, looking up at the dragon. “Kneel, and stay on your knees until I tell you to get up” he said, keeping it simple for the moment. Eli immediately obeyed, frustrated that the fox foresaw his attempt to stand again after going down.

“Now, I think it’s only fair to show you how to do what you did to me. I want you to give me a blowjob, obviously without me ever feeling your teeth on my dick. But I want to see passion from you. Believe that blowing me is your favorite thing on Earth, and the more satisfied I am after it, the more pleased you’ll be with your work. Crave the feeling of my dick on your tongue, and squeeze behind the knot when I’m close to make me feel like I’m tying with you, but not too tight, like an actual tie. I want you to drink everything that comes out of my cock and thank me for it afterward. Oh, and no vomiting. Got that?” Jacob asked.

Eli nodded, an angry look across his face, but with nothing he could do about it. It was a simple line, but it heavily changed the dynamic. Jacob tied his pleasure to Eli’s, and just like that, if the dragon did something that would annoy the fox, it would annoy him too. Frustrated but left with no options, the dragon shuffled forward and wrapped his lips around the tip of Jacob’s cock, sliding it inside his muzzle. While Jacob wasn’t small, his cock was easily serviceable to a dragon much larger than himself, with the tip barely invading Eli’s throat as he pressed his lips against the knot. 

It was clear now why Jacob tacked on the ‘no vomiting’ clause at the end. The fox’s cock hadn’t been touched in what was likely the entire time he’d been in Woody’s custody. As a result, it was covered with a year’s worth of dried feces, urine, cum, and anything else that had spilled out of Jacob’s mouth and fell onto it. It was by the far the worst, most rotten thing Eli had ever tasted, yet as much as his stomach wanted to void itself of its contents, Jacob’s order prevented it. 

The vulpine, however, couldn’t be more pleased with himself. Not only was Woody enjoying the show, which made Jacob enjoy it even more, but as Eli’s saliva wore away a year’s worth of grime on his cock, Jacob felt the sensations of the lips and tongue even more, shivering in pleasures long forgotten. He remained still, leaving a paw loosely on the back of Eli’s head, eyes shut as he simply enjoyed the feeling.

“No wonder you created this place,” Jacob moaned. “It feels so fucking good having power over him.”

“Doesn’t it?” Woody asked, slowly stroking himself as he looked on.

“Fuck yeah. He’s such a good slut, too. Can you make more of them let me do this?” Jacob asked.

“I mean I can, but if I do that, you’ll miss out on them being able to dominate you,” Woody said with a grin.

“True, very true,” Jacob replied, continuing to talk as if Eli wasn’t here. “Well, wait, I could just tell them to do that!” 

“You could, but it doesn’t feel the same. It’s one thing to have someone dominate you, and it’s another to have the safety net removed where you couldn’t make them stop even if you told them to,” Woody instructed.

“Hmm. I suppose you’re right,” Jacob mused. “You, down there, fart for me,” he said simply, tapping the back of Eli’s head. Grimacing, but finding himself oddly pleased by the request, Eli lifted his tail and pushed out a rippling bit of flatulence into the air. As Jacob sniffed it, his cock jumped inside the dragon’s maw, spraying a bit more pre down the throat before him. “Good boy,” Jacob cooed. “One more treat for you. Hold your head still,” he instructed, causing Eli to freeze in place.

Jacob struggled a bit to relax himself, but as he did, he managed to release his bladder in spite of his stiff shaft, spraying Eli’s tongue with his recycled piss. The dragon’s eyes went wide as his cheeks were flooded, desperately trying to spit it out. ‘What the fuck?’ he thought, unable to void his muzzle of the waste. ‘Why can’t I…’ he started, finding himself having to swallow to keep from spilling any. ‘Oh that fucking sneak…’ his mind raced, remembering Jacob told him to drink everything that came from his cock. 

Despite still needing to fight the urge to vomit over the disgusting flavor, Eli soon found his anger and annoyance giving way to pleasure, as the fox’s happiness seemed to pass into him. Each gulp of fox urine caused his own shaft to jump, dribbling pre onto the ground below. 

“You can resume the blowjob now,” Jacob instructed, despite the piss not having ended, watching the dragon swallow it down as he bobbed along the length. Knowing Eli wasn’t going anywhere, Jacob leaned back on the desk a bit further and spread his legs wider, finding his cock growing sensitive with the workings of the tongue under and around his flesh. Eli raised a paw and started squeezing the base, trying his best to simulate a tie as Jacob’s cock madly twitched, but still orgasm never came. After what seemed like ages, Woody finally spoke up, interrupting the sloppy sounds of dragon lips inhaling fox dick.

“How the fuck are you still going? You haven’t cum in like 3 or 4 months, and it’s been…nearly twenty-five minutes,” Woody remarked, glancing at his computer clock.

“I’m not allowed to cum unless you tell me I can,” Jacob said, clearly straining to hold back his impending orgasm.

Woody simply burst out into laughter, unable to contain himself. “I forgot about that!” he roared. “Oh god, how long have you been ready to cum?”

“Since he started, basically,” Jacob admitted, causing another round of laughter out of the dragon.

“Alright, fine, you can cum, Jacob, but just this once,” Woody finally stated, nearly a minute after he’d started laughing.

Almost the second he was given permission, Jacob flooded Eli’s muzzle with an oversized load. After having been blue balled for ages, he was finally given release, and the size of the load was proof of how long it had been. Eli couldn’t even be annoyed with how long he’d been on his knees, as the more Jacob enjoyed it, the more he did too. The smaller dragon guzzled down every drop of Jacob’s load, finally pulling off the cock once he felt it stop throbbing, the inside of his maw completely coated in salty jizz. As he gulped down the last bits, he saw a tiny bit more dribbling out of Jacob’s cock, causing him to lean forward and lap it up to fulfill his orders.

“See how it’s done?” Jacob said, panting and looking down at the dragon.

Eli could only grumble in response, staring up at the fox, both frustrated and annoyed at the pleasure he felt at giving Jacob release.

“Oh right, you can talk again now,” Jacob said with a small chuckle.

“Thank you,” Eli started, unwittingly having to obey the fox’s order still. “You asshole,” he continued. “You fucking pissed in my mouth.”

“Just as you did to me. What’s your point?” Jacob said with a grin.

“I’m better than you, I can do that,” Eli spat.

“Usually yes, but not right now you’re not. Having fun down there?” Jacob teased.

“No. Let me up,” Eli ordered.

“I don’t think so,” Jacob replied, though it took some effort. While the hypnotic dragons typically could exert some level of control with their words outside of a trance, the strength of the target typically dictated how much they’d follow them. Woody was still the only known one who could have full control regardless of the target. Jacob, in this case, bolstered by Woody’s commands over his behavior, was able to do whatever he wished. 

“Now!” Eli shouted.

“Nope,” Jacob chuckled. “You’re lucky I don’t make you eat my shit while you’re there. That stuff’s for my mouth only though.”

“Disgusting whore,” Eli grunted.

“That’s me! And this disgusting whore just fucked your mouth. I’d remember that if I were you. You couldn’t do a thing about it because this disgusting whore knew how to order you around better than you could order me,” he replied, reaching out and tapping the dragon’s nose with his toes. As he did, a thought finally clicked in his head.

“Wait, sir,” Jacob paused, turning around for a moment. “I know he pissed on me, but I was already wet when you woke me. Did you do it too while I was out?”

“Yep,” Woody said simply.

“Oh. Sorry for not being awake then,” Jacob replied, disappointment apparent in his voice. “Anyway, Eli, you can stand now. Anything else you want to say, sir?”

“I think you covered it pretty well,” the blue dragon laughed, reaching forward and patting Jacob on the back. “But if you needed any further encouragement to behave, I’ll say this. Eli, you are not to go around hypnotizing other students dissuade them from going to their classes, nor are you to convince them that they are more competent than they are,” he paused, thinking for a moment. “I hope this whole experience has taught you that you have more to learn, but just in case it hasn’t, we can let the voice of the student body decide. If I catch you setting another toe out of line, I’ll add a little recording of your encounter here to the hub,” he threatened, jerking a thumb over his shoulder and pointing up at the shelf behind him, presumably where a camera was hidden. “I’ll even make sure it’s nice and edited to show how you just knelt down freely and started sucking off my fox here.”

“But that’s not –“ Eli started, but cut himself off. “Fine. Point taken,” he grumbled, humiliated enough by the experience to not prolong it. “Can I go now?”

“I don’t know. Can he, Jacob?” Woody asked.

“Yeah, Eli, you can go. I’ve got other things to attend to,” Jacob remarked, reaching behind himself and placing a paw on Woody’s cock. Eli grumbled as he made his way out of the office without another word, still hard after sucking the fox off, knowing he was going to take his frustrations out on the first guy he saw. Woody and Jacob shared a laugh as the door slammed shut, leaving the pair alone once more. 

“Alright, come here,” Woody said lustfully, leaning over the desk and lifting Jacob up, showing his strength by fully bringing him to the other side. With practiced ease, he maneuvered the fox until cock met ass, and slid Jacob down into his lap, fully hilting himself inside his slut as he did.

“So how’d I do?” Jacob asked, grinning as Woody lifted him up and down, using him like a warm fleshlight.

“Better than I could have expected,” Woody remarked, almost like a proud father as brought the fox back down against his crotch. “Where’d you learn to do that?”

“Like you said earlier, I might be a slut, but I’m smart. I pay attention to all the stuff you order me to do, or one of the professors, or even the students at times. I just thought ‘what would I want to be told to do?’ and told him to do that,” Jacob said proudly. “It’s about making him want it, not just dictating the actions he takes. It might not be the lessons I thought I’d learn when I came here, but I like them a hell of a lot more,” he continued, placing his paws on Woody’s shoulders to stabilize his bouncing on the oversized shaft.

“I know I don’t say it a lot, but you truly are a special little slut,” Woody said, a bit more forceful the next couple times he slammed Jacob down to show his appreciation. “It’s one thing to want it, it’s another to be creative and fun while being as whorish as you are.”

“Thank you, sir,” Jacob said. “But I owe it all to you, of course.”

“The slutty side, sure,” Woody remarked, “But you’ve turned out better than I could have imagined.”

“I do try,” Jacob replied simply, doing his best to squeeze his ass around the shaft, but even clenching was hard at this point with how worn out it was.

“So did you enjoy being on top this time?” Woody asked.

“Oh yeah, I didn’t really expect to, but I did. I think partly because I knew you enjoyed it, but that sense of power I felt was just….mmmph. Felt almost as good as getting spitroasted, or eating your shit. Almost,” Jacob said with a grin.

“It’s addicting, isn’t it?” Woody replied with a grin of his own.

“Hell yeah. Any time you want to use me to punish someone, I’m down,” Jacob practically pleaded.

“I’ll keep it in mind,” Woody said with a small laugh.

“You never did tell him to stop following my orders though,” the fox noted.

“You’re right, I didn’t,” Woody said, an evil grin adorning his lips. “I guess he’d better watch out if he finds you again.”

“That’s mean, I love it,” Jacob added. “He won’t suspect a thing, there’s no way he’ll remember that. Oh, and I forgot to ask – what’s the hub?” Jacob wondered.

“The hub? Haven’t I shown it to you?” Woody said, confused.

“I don’t think so…” Jacob trailed off, trying to remember, but nothing came to mind.

“Well, I can show you now,” Woody said, reaching around Jacob to grab his computer mouse. “Keep bouncing,” he instructed, as if Jacob would do anything else. “The hub is a private repository of videos from our students and alumni. It’s not connected to the internet, but we make it available to any of the dragons here. Any time a particularly nasty or interesting thing happens, or for anyone who just really wants to be a porn star, a video gets added. There’s a few of the professors, in addition to myself, who have access to the live feeds of the cameras,” Woody paused, clicking a few times to show a video of himself and Jacob on the computer, fucking exactly as they were now, “and we can all take clips to separate out and share with the other students. Anyone can upload videos they take themselves though.”

“Are there any of me?” Jacob asked.

“Oh yeah, tons,” Woody remarked, clicking a couple more times and going into his favorites. “I go back to this one often – this was the first time we met.”

“Ugh, I looked so clean then,” Jacob said, repulsed by the thought.

“That’s what you call clean?” Woody replied. “Half your body’s covered in shit, and your pants are full of it.”

“Yeah? I mean, first of all, I’m wearing pants, which…ugh. Second, you can still see orange fur like all over me. Sure, there’s brown splotches, but I don’t think I could handle not being completely covered in shit at this point,” Jacob said. “Best day of my life, right there though,” he continued, remembering the day on screen quite well.

“For me too,” Woody said appreciatively, moving back to treating the fox as a fleshlight. 

The two remained quiet for a bit, simply enjoying the sights and sounds of wet slapping both coming from the computer speakers and from the live fucking going on in front of them. Having gotten off a few times already today, Woody was able to last quite a bit longer than usual. The pair watched as Jacob was spitroasted on screen, then got his first conscious feeding of piss and shit, before finally taking two dragons in his ass at once. As the video finished, Woody made every effort to as well, standing upward and bringing Jacob with him, bending the fox over the desk once more and wildly thrusting into the sloppy hole. Soon enough, the fox received his second load of the day in his ass, only one behind the amount he’d received in his other hole today.

“Fuck I love when you do that,” Jacob breathed, held down onto the desk once more by the dragon. 

“Me too,” Woody repeated, still panting as he rested atop the fox.

“We should do it more often then,” Jacob uttered.

“Slut, I’ve put four loads in you today,” Woody said pointedly.

“I stand by my statement,” Jacob replied.

“Of course you do,” Woody mused. “Well, day’s not over, you’ll get at least one more tonight.”

“You promise?” Jacob asked, whining softly as Woody started to pull out.

“When’s the last time we went to bed without fucking first?” The dragon asked. 

“Right, just want to be sure I’ll get more,” Jacob said.

“Yes, slut, you’ll get more cum. Now clean me up,” Woody ordered, falling back into his chair once more.

No further words were needed as Jacob and Woody resumed the same positions they were in before Eli joined them. Jacob moved under the desk and licked the dragon’s crotch clean, though to his disappointment, it wasn’t nearly as messy as earlier. The fox hadn’t had quite enough time to process his breakfast yet, so nothing fresh could come down to lube up the dragon’s entrance. Nevertheless, every drop of cum that wasn’t pouring from Jacob’s hole was lapped off Woody’s cock, and the fox soon returned to his resting place under the desk. Two scaled soles found their way back onto the messy vulpine, and the fox napped once more. 

A few hours passed before Woody yawned, checking the time and realizing it was later than he thought. A couple clicks and he shut down his computer for the day, standing up and giving a quick kick to the still-sleeping fox. “Alright, let’s go slut.”

Jacob almost immediately sprung to attention, tiredness overridden by the dragon’s words. The pair headed out of the dragon’s office, making their way to the neighboring building they called home. Woody stopped in the kitchen for a few moments to grab a quick bite for dinner, with Jacob waiting patiently before they headed into their shared bedroom. Woody practically collapsed onto the bed, lying on his back and looking over at the fox, waiting to see what he’d do.

Jacob hopped up on the edge of the bed and reached over for Woody’s cock, using both paws to grip it and still not quite able to fit them all the way around it. It wasn’t fully hard, but Jacob knew that would change soon. “So, what do you want to do tonight, sir?”

“I thought about that earlier, and I want to try something different. I want you to do what you want tonight,” Woody said slowly, “As a reward for being so good today.”

“So, you want me to piss in your mouth, like Eli?” Jacob teased.

“Hah. Nice try. I think you know at this point I certainly don’t mind getting messy, but under no circumstances will I ever drink piss or eat shit. That’s your job,” Woody remarked. 

Almost as if on cue, Jacob’s gut started rumbling. “Well, let’s do that first then. Can I have my dinner please?”

“Ugh. Making me move…” Woody said, faking agitation as he sat back up. The dragon shifted around until he was in a squatting position on the bed, with his back facing Jacob and tail lifted high. “Not getting underneath?” 

“Nope. Just go on the bed, I have other ideas,” Jacob said mischievously.

“As long as it doesn’t involve making me eat it,” Woody remarked, starting to push. Not having gone since breakfast meant the dragon had quite a bit saved up, and he was going to let it all out. It was far softer than Jacob’s first meal of the day too, collapsing on itself as it met the blanket below. Creamy, mushy logs of waste piled on top of one another, until each new log spilled off the side of the pile with how large it had gotten. The shit grew less and less solid as time went on, until near the end, Woody simply spewed a fountain of diarrhea across his sheets. Unable to fully resist, Jacob reached forward and cupped his paws under it, grabbing a quick drink to chug down while the dragon finished, savoring the hot, nasty flavors.

“That what you wanted?” The dragon asked, shaking his ass a bit to get the last few drops off. He quickly reassumed his position lying down on the bed, spreading his legs around the waste, with the enormous pile resting just beneath his cock and balls. 

“Fuck yes,” Jacob replied enthusiastically, diarrhea now dribbling from his lips after he hastily drank from his paws. He thought for a moment before grabbing another couple pawfuls of the waste and bringing it to the foot of the bed, feeling the warmth between his fingers. “I think we’ll start with a bit of a massage,” he mused, pressing both pawfuls of waste onto Woody’s left footpaw. He lifted it into his lap, working his thumbs into the sole as his paws moved up and down, completely coating it in feces. Brown fur traced over the dark blue scales and colored them to match, even working his fingers between the dragon’s toes, leaving no stone unturned. Satisfied with his work, he lifted the dragon’s footpaw up to his muzzle and simply pressed his nose into the sole, sharply inhaling the stench. Small bits of waste flew into his nostrils, but the fox didn’t care. His tongue soon followed, collecting dollops of his meal and slurping them down. 

Jacob paused occasionally to take another whiff, coughing every few times as his nose was filled with feces, but he simply licked up the mixture of snot and shit he expelled and swallowed it all. Raising his head slightly, he took one of the dragon’s toes between his lips, moaning as his vacuum-like lips removed the fresh dung he’d so recently placed there. His tongue caressed Woody’s claw, delicately removing every morsel of fox food he could find. 

After spending a minute on the dragon’s first toe, he moved down the line, giving the same slow, loving treatment to the next one, dribbling pre madly over the bed below as he relished the flavor of excrement on his tongue. When the row of toes was finally done, they practically shone compared to the rest of the footpaw, a line of blue standing above a sea of brown. Instead of cleaning up the rest, however, Jacob lowered the dragon’s footpaw, placing it in his lap and grinding his fully erect cock against the bottom of it. Meanwhile, he picked up the dragon’s other sole and started slathering it with more feces, intending on giving it the same treatment.

“You know I still haven’t said you’re allowed to cum again, right?” Woody asked, noting Jacob’s rather fervent thrusting against his sole. 

“I know,” Jacob uttered quickly, bucking his hips. “It still feels good,” he spat, bringing the other now-dirtied treat before his muzzle and pressing his face into it. “Besides, Eli sucked it clean earlier, and it feels weird not covered in shit.”

Woody simply left it at that, shrugging and leaving the fox to his work. He had a feeling Jacob wasn’t one for conversation much anyway, though he did expect much more frantic feasting than was going on. The vulpine seemed content just to keep his face pressed firmly against Woody’s sole, huffing the stink and snorting more shit while grinding his cock against the other. It went on for a good five minutes before Jacob finally stuck his tongue out, giving it a long, slow lick from heel to toe and setting it back down. He swished the mashed-up shit around in his muzzle for a bit before downing it in one large gulp, followed by belching up flecks of it over Woody’s legs. 

Jacob eventually set both of Woody’s footpaws aside, kneeling between them once more, not bothering to finish licking them clean. He scooted up a bit, close to the remaining pile of waste, still sizeable despite using quite a few pawfuls as an appetizer. “Now, let’s make use of this before it gets cold,” he said with a grin, grabbing another mound of manure with both paws. He brought them forward, holding it over Woody’s crotch and simply dumping it on the dragon’s shaft, repeating the process a few times until it was completely buried. Even after dumping most of the waste on the dragon, Jacob still found he had more to play with on the bed. Not seeing much else to do with it, he got down on all fours and simply shoved his face in the pile, snorting like a pig as he fought to inhale every last nugget in front of him. It didn’t take long with his appetite and the softer shit, and Jacob soon vibrated the windows with another Earth-shattering belch to signify the end of that part of his meal.
“Love smelling my shit on your breath,” Woody remarked, his cock bouncing slightly underneath the pile of feces coating it as the fox’s dirty air shot toward his face.

“Not as much as I love tasting it,” Jacob replied, licking one of his paws clean for emphasis. Or at least, as clean as he could get it. The entire effort was entirely pointless, however, as he immediately reached out and stuck both paws inside the pile he’d moved onto the dragon, fishing out Woody’s shaft and lifting it up again, licking his lips as he eyed his shit-covered prize. As he spread his jaw as wide as it would go, he still had trouble fitting it around not only the extremely thick shaft, but the coating of waste on it as well. He bobbed a couple times, not quite taking it all the way, but as his face moved down it, shit piled up against his cheeks when it couldn’t fit inside his maw. 

What did end up inside was quickly forced down Jacob’s throat, taking the draconic dick deep into his esophagus and shoving the waste home. When most of the shit had either fallen off or been swallowed, Jacob pulled off the length and started shoving more on, scooping it from Woody’s crotch and stomach and smearing it back along the length. Before putting it back inside, he grabbed another couple pawfuls of waste and shoved them directly inside his muzzle. 

To the fox, this couldn’t get any better. He was gorging himself on his favorite food while managing to worship his favorite part of the dragon’s body at the same time. Once his cheeks were again appropriately bulging out with shit, he quickly started jerking off Woody to keep the dragon nice and stimulated. He savored his meal, knowing he could have cum twenty minutes ago if he were allowed to just off the taste alone. His jaw opened and closed, chewing far beyond the point where it was swallowable, simply because he liked swishing the foul flavors around inside. Despite the chewed feces being completely indistinguishable from the most liquid and runny diarrhea, Jacob kept it on his tongue for a bit longer, unwilling to swallow just yet. 

Deciding upon a more fun way to use his mawful of waste, he leaned forward and pressed his lips right against the tip of Woody’s cock again, managing to somehow spread them around it while barely spilling a drop. As he went along, liquid shit spilled forth and dribbled down the dragon’s shaft, causing the noise in the room to increase tenfold. Jacob’s maw squelched and squished as he sloppily pleasured the dragon, occasionally pulling off to fill his mouth once more.

 After a few more iterations of smearing, blowing, and eating, Jacob slowly pulled off and started shifting around again. “Sorry sir, it’s hard from this side, your cock kinda bends upward,” he said, shifting around and lying face down on Woody’s torso, staring down the length again. He engulfed it once more, continuing his blowjob from a more comfortable angle now.

Woody suspected Jacob was merely making an excuse to move but wasn’t about to say anything. Not only was the fox now laying in the pile of shit that wasn’t on his cock, but Jacob had very purposely lifted his tail when he laid on top of the dragon. If the fox were taller, they’d have been in a virtual sixty-nine position, but as it was, Jacob’s ass rested on Woody’s chest. The dragon could easily see the damage he’d done from this angle. Jacob’s hole physically couldn’t close if he wanted it to, giving Woody a view directly inside it. The entire ass was permanently stained brown, with stray clumps of shit littering Jacob’s fur. Not one to resist an invitation like that, Woody reached down and gathered a few fallen bits of waste from the bed nearby and lubed up his fingers, sliding a few inside the fox.

Even with how gaping Jacob was, Woody still couldn’t quite fit his entire paw inside. Three fingers was rather comfortable, going in with relative ease. Once he slipped the fourth in though, he could feel a bit of resistance pushing them inside. The fox was already barely tight enough to grip his cock, and Woody wasn’t about to make him any looser if he could help it. He almost had to laugh as Jacob’s breakfast soon made its reappearance, seeing the log rather weakly pushed down the hole, barely wide enough to fill the tunnel it was falling from. Woody never stopped his fingering though, using it as more lube and adding to the squelching in the room as Jacob’s shit coated everything it could reach. 

With the shit play having gone on so long, Woody was understandably pent up. For once, he was trying to resist and let Jacob have his fun, but his patience soon ran out. “Sorry slut,” he said quickly, offering no further explanation. He gripped Jacob’s midsection and rolled the pair over in bed, pinning Jacob onto his back with Woody’s cock firmly embedded in his throat. From this angle, the dragon could freely thrust down into Jacob’s maw, facefucking him against the dirty sheets below, with the back of Jacob’s head lying in the wetness from Woody’s earlier diarrhea. No thought was spared for the fox as Woody’s lust took over, driving his hips home against the fox’s face as hard and fast as he could, sending shit splattering off both sides of the bed with the force of his thrusts. A roar soon followed as he could hold on no longer, spraying his load down Jacob’s esophagus and feeling his cock madly bulging out the poor fox’s neck.

Jacob tried to whine as he realized he wasn’t going to get to taste his creamy treat, but nothing came out with two feet of dragon cock blocking his airways. He was left with no choice, unable to move against the bed, left with Woody’s balls hanging over his nose as his stomach was used as a cum dump. The pressure only increased when the dragon collapsed down on top of him fully, out of breath from going so hard on the fox and waiting so long to cum.

Jacob squirmed slightly, trying to free his muzzle at least, feeling the cock buried within finally stop spasming. He tapped the dragon’s waist, but Woody seemed unwilling to move. As he hit it a bit harder, his heart dropped a bit. The dragon had started snoring. Fighting for a few moments, Jacob managed to free one of his paws, desperately struggling to push the dragon away enough to free his mouth. After a herculean effort, Jacob managed to crane his neck back just far enough to free himself, coughing a mixture of saliva, cum, and shit back up over the crotch in front of him.

While he was able to breathe again, that was about the extent of what he could do. His lower body was completely pinned underneath the dragon, and Jacob had no chance of completely escaping. As he decided that it wasn’t the worst way to spend the night, face buried in shit-covered dragon crotch, he started to close his eyes and tried to doze off along with Woody. Before he could do so, however, he was promptly smacked in the face.

After Woody’s shaft had softened a bit, it jumped up as his post-orgasm piss started, spraying the top of Jacob’s head with golden urine. The fox rushed to attention, struggling to get his maw in the way of the stream, managing to be partially successful. The odd angle made it difficult to swallow, and while Jacob tried his best to guzzle down his last treat of the night, most of his prize was spilled onto the sheets below, giving Jacob a soaking wet puddle to fall asleep in.

When the flow stopped, the fox grumbled a bit, sad he’d missed out on so much. As he lay his head back down though, he closed his eyes and breathed in through his nose, lips curling into a smile as he was presented with the fresh stench of the dragon’s wastes to fall asleep to. Eventually, he too joined the dragon in slumber, snores echoing through the room, face nuzzled up right against Woody’s shit-covered cock and the right side of his head resting against a pool of piss. His last conscious thoughts as he drifted off were how much shit was still covering the dragon’s body, and how much fun he’d have licking it clean for breakfast the next day and every day after.
