As another turd slicked across your lips before you pinched it off. As it dropped to the ground, you were forced to endure the slimy residue that it left behind. You hated this so much... being trapped and covered in poop, unable to do anything about it. Thankfully for you, the dragon curled up and began to lick his anus clean. You were forced to stare right into the face of the dragon who trapped you here as his tongue cleaned you up. As the dragon’s breath mixed with your own fecal smell, you were beyond humiliated. At least you’d be rid of the excess crap stuck to you. You’d lost track of how many years it had been since the dragon directly acknowledged you. Sometimes, you wondered if he even remembered that you were there, tucked under his tail. But no, you knew he remembered. And you knew he enjoyed tormenting you. As he finished cleaning you off, he began to pull his head away but his gaze lingered on you. He gave a knowing grin, clearly satisfied at how utterly helpless you were. After a few moments passed, he stood back up and went on with his business.
As the dragon walked along, you could see his tail sway above you and his legs beneath you, with some occasional movements stretching or squishing your body, all completely involuntary to you. You had been an anus for so long... probably closing in on 100 years. If not for this cursed dragon, you’d probably be long dead. Instead, you were spitting up dragon turds...
So far, today had been a fairly “normal” day for you. Now that the dragon had relieved himself for the afternoon, you could resign to being carried along as an unwilling spectator for whatever the dragon was doing. Despite the “normalcy” of a day like this, it was still torture for you. As an anus, you still had to deal with the lingering smell and occasional fart. But for as bad as a normal day was for you, abnormal ones were even worse. After this much time as a tailhole, you’d dealt with all manner of experiences, ranging from constipation to diarrhea. You’d even been face-to-face with another dragon’s anus when your host was mating, which did not help your ever-degrading self image. You really hated the life you were trapped in. Despite all this time, you still tried to resit or cry out for help, hoping that somehow you’d be freed or resist the inevitable draconic defecation. But you couldn’t do it. You were just an anus after all. And yet, despite all this time, the dragon was still relatively young. You would be pooping out dragon crap for hundreds of years to come.