“UGH! This fucking swamp!” Randal yelled in anger, “I’ve been here for three Arceus damn days and I still can’t find a way out!” He said, walking in a direction he was hoping was a that would bring him towards civilization. He sighed in frustration as he looked at himself for a moment. What was left of his pants were all ripped up and his shoes ripping open and showing off his feet. He had lost his shirt when it got snagged on something and disappeared in some swamp water and Randal sure as hell wasn’t diving into THAT disgusting water. He sat down somewhere and gave another frustrated sigh, pulling out his phone to see if he could get some sort of signal. Unfortunately, his phone had died on the second day he got stuck in the swamp. Randal’s face turned into pure anger as he yelled once again and threw his phone far into the foliage. “FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!! FUCK. YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He yelled.

Randal was breathing heavily at this point but a part of him was telling him to also stay calm as well. Looking around and finding what looked like tree that had fallen over, Randal walked over and sat down on it. Breathing a bit and trying to calm himself down. “Alright… no need to worry… you’ll get out of here…” Randal spoke to himself, looking up and giving a smirk. “Ha, what am I talking about? Of course I’ll get out of here! I’ve been through worse!” Randal said with a smirk, standing back up and looking around and thinking about where he’s been and what direction he’s been in. However, something would catch his attention as he looked around.

What looked like something glowing in the distance caught his eye. It had to be an exploration team, trying to find him ever since Randal went missing three days ago! A look of happiness washed over his face as he quickly ran through the vegetation of the swamp, ready to get out of here and never come back again. However, as he ran through the foliage, he soon came to realize that the light that he had saw was coming from a cave. He blinked, slowly walking over and looking around curiously. Inside of the cave, the glow appeared to be apart of the cave itself in many different areas, illuminating it a bit. Randal walked in, still in awe with how beautiful this place was. His eyes would suddenly set on an entrance even deeper into the cave and he was tempted to walk deeper into it.

However, as his curiosity began to get the better of him, Randal heard what sounded like loud stomps coming closer and closer to the cave. “What the hell!?” He said to himself, looking around for a place to hide. Nothing. His eyes had glanced over to where the deeper cave entrance was, but he had no idea what waited for him if he were to get deeper into the cave and if he’d be trapped by what made those big stomps. Randal, in both his fear and worry, had decided to take the risk to try and run out of the cave and avoid whatever was coming closer to him. This would prove to be his mistake because as soon as Randal turned, his face hit something big, causing him to fall on his back.

“Oww…” Randal rubbed his head a bit. “What the h-“ Randal was about to say before he gave an audible gasp. Before him was a dark green dragon looking creature. It had fins on its head, green reptile eyes, and what looked like tribal tattoos on it’s face as well. It leaned down to sniff at Randal. Randal, frozen in fear, said or did nothing as the dragon sniffed at him. “U-uh… easy big guy... I was just taking a liking to your home… it’s uhm… really bright…” He said, hoping the dragon creature would understand him as it sniffed at him. The dragon breathed out, a green mist coming from its nostrils and towards Randal’s face before it suddenly gave a growl.

Randal backed up some, “Woah woah! Hold on! No need to get angry! I was just leaving! I promise!” “Leave? No one ever leaves once I find them… especially your type,” The dragon said. Randal blinked, “What the hell’s that suppose to mean!?” Randal said, getting up and crossing his arms, “If you get something against Pokemon AND Vulpix’s, then maybe I should teach you a lesson!” He said, the confidence and ego he was known for coming back for a moment until the dragon growled louder, causing Randal’s confidence to fade a bit. “I could care less about what species you are… but I do not like men… they murdered my whole family, my tribe,” The dragon said. Randal blinked, “Listen… I had nothing to do with that! There’s no reason to blame me!” Randal said, trying to say something so the dragon would let him go.

The dragon stared down at Randal for a moment and scoffed, “I suppose you are too weak to even try and attack me…” The dragon said. “Wanna bet?” Randal said, crossing his arms as he looked up at the dragon, earning him a glare from the dragon, “Try that and I’ll make you into a snack,” The dragon said, causing Randal to shut up. “What are you even doing here if you’re not here to try to kill me?” The dragon asked. Randal stayed silent for a moment, “I got lost. I’m trying to find a way out. Trust me, once I’m out of here, I never wanna come back,” Randal said. “Is that so?” The dragon said, “Hmm… how do I know you won’t tell others about me?” The dragon said, “You could easily tell someone, and they’d come and find me and take away all of my… pets,” The dragon said. Randal was confused on that last part, but he wasn’t going to ask the dragon what he meant.

“I-I won’t tell anyone! I mean you’re being merciful if you’re gonna let me go… I’d hate to end up like uhm… everyone else…” Randal said, rubbing the back of his head. The dragon smirked, “I’m going to keep you for a few hours to… get the message across of what I’ll do if I ever see you again,” the dragon said, Randal’s face becoming fearful of what the dragon was gonna do to him. “Uhm… what do you want me to do…?” He asked. “You’ll see soon enough… first… what is your name?” The dragon asked. As much as Randal hated to admit it, the dragon was at least slightly kind in some ways, protective yet kind. “R-Randal…” He said. “Hmm… you don’t look like a ‘Randal’ but that doesn’t matter. I am Lazarus,” The dragon, known as Lazarus, said.

“C-cool… can I go now?” Randal asked, to which Lazarus rolled his eyes. “No. You have a long day ahead of you. Now lay down for me,” Lazarus said. Randal gave Lazarus a weird look but decided not to get the dragon angrier and he did what he was told. Laying down on the hard floor as he stared up at the dragon. The next thing he knew was that Lazarus was turning around, giving Randal a full view of Lazarus’s huge balls and even bigger ass. “H-holy shit…” He said silently. He had been sat on before by big asses but this one before him made him worried that he’d be wedged right between the cheeks!

 “Normally I’d have one of my pets do this but… I will do this to you just for the sake making sure you never come here again…” Lazarus said, wiggling his huge ass a bit, preparing to drop it onto Randal. “W-WAIT-“ It was too late for Randal to speak. Lazarus had roughly dropped his huge ass onto Randal, pushing him into the ground some but also getting the feeling of softness Lazarus’s huge ass had. Lazarus smirked as he felt the Vulpix wiggle around his ass, being so small that he had basically disappeared under it! Lazarus had begun to rub his huge ass around some, making sure Randal was getting nice and deep into it. Randal groaned some. On one hand, the dragon’s ass was soft and plush! On the other however, the amount of rubbing the dragon was doing hurt. The thing that made this whole thing worst was the smell. It had to be one of the worst things that Randal had ever smelt. ‘Swamp Gas’ was the best way to describe it to someone, as with every kind of smell that invaded his nostrils.

What made Randal begin to worry completely was the sound of Lazarus’s stomach making all sorts of loud gurgling sounds. Lazarus didn’t say anything as a loud

PPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRPT!!!!

Erupted from his ass and right onto Randal’s full body. Randal was already gagging as soon as the smell of that loud fart invaded all his senses. “Dear Arceus…” Randal sound aloud, although his voice was muffled. Lazarus simply gave a sigh of relief as that fart exited his huge ass. “Gagging already? Most of my pets can’t get enough of my ass and the smells it holds… and those who don’t break very quickly and end up loving it anyway. For you however…” He stopped as another loud and bubbly fart erupted over Randal, “I hope you don’t get addicted… this IS a message after all…” He said. Randal gagged loudly. He had smelt the scents of others before, but this was unbelievably bad. Even his closest skunk friends’ gas weren’t as bad as what the dragon was pushing out.

Every few seconds, a fart came rushing out of the dragon’s ass and right onto Randal. It was almost as if the dragon was constantly gassy, probably from all the people and creatures in the swamp he’s eaten before. Randal was suffering under the dragon by this point. Even if the dragon wasn’t releasing a fart onto him, the scent of his slimy ass was nauseating enough to make the Vulpix’s mind go blank for a while until another fart brought him back to reality. Every now and then Lazarus would move his ass around to get Randal even deeper into his ass, almost as if he was trying to get Randal closer to something.

Eventually, Lazarus got his wish. Randal’s nose was right next to Lazarus’ huge pucker. Randal, surrounded in complete darkness this whole time, knew what it was as soon as he breathed in the smells of dead and rotten everything, causing him to gag more and even tears to fill his eyes. Lazarus let out a fart right against Randal’s face before speaking to him, “Be a good boy and start licking,” Lazarus said with a bit of a growl at the end of that, giving Randal a warning if he refused. Randal, refusing to argue, closed his eyes before beginning to give that nasty hole a slow lick.

Randal shuddered violently as the taste of that sweaty, slimy hole filled his mouth, lurching a bit and refusing to puke at the terrible taste the dragon’s hole had. “Dear Arceus… this is terrible!” Randal shouted, but it all came out as muffled noises. “I shouldn’t hear anything from you except you licking my asshole like a good boy. Now… do it,” Lazarus said with a growl, scaring Randal once again before he gasps a deep breath and dove into his hole, hoping if he did a good job the dragon would let him go. Lazarus simply gave happy sighs as the Vulpix licked at his hole.

“You’re not as good as my pets… but you are doing well,” Lazarus spoke to Randal, giving him a small compliment but also ripped a loud fart that ended up going right in Randal’s mouth as he was licking, causing him to swallow it and shudder once more at the taste of it. Randal continued his work on the dragon’s hole, stopping for just a moment until he finally resumed the licking of the hole. Lazarus would continue to pump out all his nasty gas as the Vulpix licked more and more. Randal had already concluded that the bubbly farts that the dragon let out onto him were the absolute worse, and he didn’t wanna know what would happen if the dragon decided to be crueler with his gas.

Lazarus gave a happy growl as he felt Randal continue to lick at his hole. He wondered how long it would take until Randal broke and became a loyal ass slave to him but that wasn’t the point that Randal was here for. He needed to know that the torture that the Vulpix was going through was enough to send Randal a warning about him sending others after him or seeing the Vulpix again. After this point, he didn’t want to see the Vulpix in his swampy home again and if he did, he was planning to be much crueler with him, which he was sure Randal didn’t want.

As Randal continued to lick at his ass however, the big dragon would give a yawn, not seeing the point of staying awake seeing that the Vulpix was trapped in his ass and had no way of escaping. Lazarus would lay down carefully, making sure that Randal wasn’t going to escape as he napped. He laid his head down and with one last huge fart to Randal, he began to close his eyes, still smirking at the idea that the Vulpix was going to be stuck in his ass until he saw fit to let him go.

Hours would soon pass, and he was waiting for Lazarus to say something to him about how he was good to leave or something that confirmed he had done a good job to leave the dragon’s home. However, Randal had stopped his licking when he heard what sounded like a loud snore from the dragon. Had Lazarus fallen asleep as he was rimming him? “Oh shit…” Randal said, not liking the idea of being stuck next to the dragon’s hole for a full night or until the dragon even decided to wake up. Randal decided to do all he could to get the dragon to wake up, figuring the punishments would outweigh what he was dealing with now.

As much as Randal tried to escape from Lazarus’s smelly ass, it was no use. Lazarus appeared to be a deep sleeper and nothing Randal did worked. Randal’s strength he had left would soon take a hit as the dragon’s hole would pucker a bit before releasing a huge fart onto Randal. It was worst than anything he had smelt so far, and it made Randal wonder if Lazarus was holding back on him this whole time to avoid accidentally knocking him out or something else!

After a few minutes of trying and breathing in all sorts of nasty smells from the dragon, Randal had given up. He wasn’t escaping any time tonight and the dragon wasn’t waking up. With another loud, bubbly fart from Lazarus’s hole, Randal closed his eyes and passed out from exhaustion and smell, hoping he could get some kind of rest within the dragon’s soft ass.