The next morning started off in an uncomfortably familiar way. After yet another long night underneath the dragon’s tail, you finally felt him begin to stir. As he stretched, he let out a fart, giving you a fresh reminder of the hell you found yourself trapped in. That awful, yet now dreadfully familiar stink overloaded your senses. Gods… how awful it felt to know the smell and taste of this dragon’s bowel movements so intimately… and yet despite that familiarity it was just as foul as the first time you experienced it, all thanks to his curse.
As you tried to mentally prep for another day as a dragon’s anus, you were met with a break in the typical routine of the dragon. Rather than lowering his tail and forgetting about you, you suddenly saw your world shift as he moved his head into your view.
That fucking face… the face that had damned you to a life of expelling shit. HIS shit… Reduced to his tailhole for the rest of your life, unable to even twitch in protest. You dreaded what this change in routine meant for you.
“Hello there my beautiful anus. I’d ask if you slept well, but a mere part of me has no business sleeping. But alas, I’ve been quite bored lately and I think you are the perfect solution to that boredom.”
A chill went down your spine… or, it would have if you had a spine to speak of. You didn’t dare to imagine what cruelty awaited you at the hands of your owner.
“I think a tailhole like yourself should be given the opportunity to admire itself once in a while, don’t you?”
Without a moment to process, the great beast stood itself up and began walking across his cave. From beneath his tail, you didn’t get much of a view of where you were going, just the scaled underside of it, occasional flashes of the world around, and the floor. As you were dragged along, the tail suddenly lifted up, revealing a reflective crystal. Staring back at yourself was the haunches of a dragon. Blue scales covered his body, and his massive tail was raised, revealing his privates… revealing you. Your puckered, anal body was front and center, forcing you to take it all in. The humiliation burned. That dirty hole was all you had to call a body. You knew quite well what that hole was used for, and seeing yourself from this view drove home even further the absolute hopelessness of your situation.
“Mmm, I just love feeling you mentally squirm in there. I’m almost tempted to let you speak for but a moment, but I think your voice is better left as the sound of my farts. Speaking of…”
On queue, you involuntarily relaxed and let out a burst of foul air. The dragon began laughing. Even worse, you could see his cock reacting, as he was visibly aroused by your torment.
“Oh, but don’t think that’s all I have planned for you.”
You were terrified, humiliated, and reeking of dragon ass. You did your best to brace for whatever else he has planned for you…