Return to the Drunken Dragon

“I think I’d prefer to head back to the inn. It’s a bit too busy here for my taste. Though how busy does the tavern get in the evenings?”

“Oh, we’ll get a decent clawful of visitors there,” Drelfrumm concedes as he leads the way back towards the alley, “But not nearly as many as the more popular locations in the center of town. We don’t have the university crowd and we mostly see just us residents and regulars.”

You’ve almost reached the archway leading back down the alley when one of a group of three large shark sailors stops the conversation he’s having with his mates to step out in front of you, brushing a big webbed hand through your hair. The other dockworkers and sailor anthros you’ve encountered have either seemed too busy or already occupied with the company of a human or smaller anthro beneath their tails or between their legs to tease you, and for the moment you reflect that traveling alongside a big dragon probably creates an impression that you aren’t available to play with, but the sharks don’t seem to care, the one who snatched you starting to turn around to reveal a great big pair of sharkskin buttocks as his finned tail flags in the air. He’s almost twice as big as you are, considerably fatter and a lot stronger, keeping you in place with that slick palm as he pivots, and before you can protest, you find your face pushed deep between those smooth cheeks until your nose makes contact with his ripe and sweaty butthole, the shark’s anus distending across your nose as he releases a deep, wet fart into your face, laughing as he follows up with a grunt and a little toot. You groan and squirm against the rotten fish fumes, but he keeps your head pressed between his buttocks, rubbing his butt across your nose as the stink lingers thickly and you feel shark sweat slicking over your chin and cheeks. You take a breath of fresh air a minute later, but it doesn’t last more than a moment before the sweaty finned grip of his friend pushes you face-first into a wide cloth surface, and it takes you a second before you realize this second shark is wearing a diaper.

“Ho ho, human, haven’t smelt a shark before, have ye?” he rubs your face into the cloth surface with a moan and a small fart of his own, “Must not be from the coast then, I’ll wager!”

“Aye, but he’s smelt one now though, or more’n one of us, harr harr!” adds the first shark, who’s removed his loincloth to paw at his gray erection.

You can’t break free of the second shark’s grip either, and although you wrinkle your nose to try and prepare for what’s coming as the diapered shark lets a few more little toots, your nostrils are vastly overwhelmed by the smell that follows. The shark gives a small grunt and sighs as he starts pooping, answering quickly the question of why he was wearing a belt with the diaper tied to his waist, as the white cloth starts sagging and turning brown as he fills it quickly and completely with a long, nasty bllorrrpptchhh! You groan and squirm in his grip, the stink already terrible before he’s halfway finished, your nose separated only from a hot faceful of fresh, muddy shark poop by the lining of the cloth diaper, into which the shark presses and rubs your face, pushing you down so firmly into the diaper you can hear the filth squashing around inside, and of course, the sound of him tugging at his own arousal around front at your disgusted complaints. You’d rather be smelling the first shark’s butt in comparison, and are thankful the third shark just wants to rub his sweaty balls in your face after the second finally lets you go; the musk is pretty ripe, but nothing compared to that diaper, and you aren’t even that upset when you feel a little splash of shark semen trickle down the back of your neck after a minute or two of him masturbating. The sharks snicker and grin as they sniff their handiwork, giving you another faceful of sweaty, gassy shark butt, dirty diaper included, before they dismiss you, the first adding that your dragon’s a good sport and they like him.

“Well, it appears I am your dragon now, my little human,” Drelfrumm snickers as you rejoin him and head towards the alley, “Oop! He made you a bit sticky, I see.” He licks his claw tip and then cleans the little spurt of cum from your neck, “Much better! You should be clean for the dragons back home to enjoy you, after all, heheh.”

You head back through the alley towards the fields, the afternoon sun shining down as the noise from the docks gradually recedes into the distance. On the rooftops, a pelican sits and chats with a crow friend, the two waving to a passing robin as he calls down a greeting. Drelfrumm chats with you a bit more about the long days at the docks, saying how nice it is to get back all hot and sweaty and have a nice relaxing shower, but he is looking forward to rubbing his butt and balls all over you at the end of the workday, if you will be staying on with him. Towards the far end of the alley, a pair of fat rats are noisily humping an ermine between them, one of the rat’s cocks slapping across the ermine’s belly while the opposite’s penis slaps across his lower back above the long tail, and you catch a sharp whiff of the trio’s sweaty fur as you walk past, one of the rats panting out that you’re welcome to a turn if you’d like, after they see if they can get the ermine to cum. You shake your head as you continue into the fields with the dragon, the rats resuming their raunchy fun as the ermine’s moans echo off the high stone walls.

A small group of groundhogs are chasing and wrestling one another in the fields as you head towards the inn, where the alligator from earlier is still sitting on the porch, who raises his half-drank flagon in greeting as you near the entrance. The blue dragon nods and chats with him a moment about the wonderful sunshine today, the gator commenting how nice it is to sun his scales with an ice cold drink, though it does make him pretty sweaty… Now you regret standing right beside Drelfrumm for an instant before the gator’s claw presses your face deep into his big scaly sac, leaning back in his chair to give you a faceful of musky gator balls, the rotund reptile rubbing them in your face a moment before he leans back again, wraps his thick scaly legs around you, blows some foul gator gas up your nose, then at last lets you go with a sigh as he tugs his dick a few times with a sweaty claw. Drelfrumm chuckles as you enter the inn with him, noting that they don’t see too many larger anthro customers here, mostly just dragons and their little friends, but of course anyone is welcome to drink or have a bite if they’ve the coin.

“Hello again, my friends!” Mersila smiles at you from behind the counter as you enter with a little tinkling of the bell above the doorframe, “I see you’ve brought the human back to us, Drelfrumm. Your sheets are all washed and back on the bed, though I can smell that human need a washing as well before you use them, hmm hmm!”

“Take him to the bathroom!” calls a portly red dragon seated on a human in one of the booths after he sets down his tankard and scoots on his companion, cupping a claw beneath his scaly balls to jiggle his dick in your direction, “I’ve got a full bladder ready for the emptying, ho haha!”

Drelfrumm laughs along with the rude red reptile’s suggestion, considering it for a moment with a nod.

“We do have showers in there, of course. In case a dragon or other guest should arrive with the need to poop a little friend out into one of the toilets,” he nudges you towards a wooden door at the far end of the tavern, a little to the left of the stairs leading up to the apartments.

To indicate the purpose of the room to the tavern’s patrons, the door features a small wooden placard depicting a silhouette of a dragon seated on a toilet, and a little silver handle shaped like the tail of an eastern dragon which your friend shows you raise upwards to enter, appropriately enough. The restroom itself is suitably spacious for dragon navigation, featuring a polished wooden floor, pearly wallpaper, a trio of stalls made of dark wood through which Drelfrumm informs you are located the same sorts of toilets as the one in his apartment, pointing out the special candles ensconced in silver holders on the walls- you go to see the wax is chiseled with a series of tiny runes, which the dragon explains magically spring them to life with cool flames when it gets dark. You’re immediately thankful for the little frosted windows slightly ajar near the ceiling, as you can smell upon entering the bathroom that one of the stalls is clearly occupied, the dragon within grunting as you hear a little wet flatulence followed by a sigh, reminded of your blue friend’s filthy fun earlier. Drelfrumm chuckles as he places a claw over his snout with a groan, calling out to the dumping dragon that he’s doing an admirable job of stinking up the bathroom who returns his greeting with a laugh, adding that it never fails to impress him these toilets can handle his loads; he’s clogged others in more anthro-centric establishments. You wonder at the wide ceramic trough on the far side opposite the entrance and stalls, and the blue male educates you by walking over and turning to lift a hind leg, taking a brief piss. He wanders over to the sinks to wash his claws, three like the stalls with a large bar of soap in a little blue glass dish next to each, turning the claw-shaped silver handles and drying with the nearby towel when he’s finished, which is half large enough for you to use to dry your body.

“And here we are, your shower, little friend,” Drelfrumm pulls back the thick white cotton curtain to reveal one of two side-by-side shower spaces near the sinks, compartments constructed of tiny copper-colored smooth tile with darker bronze fixtures, the spout large and high enough for dragon usage but the water handles and soap dish appropriately placed for your height. The reptile reminds you that these showers are mostly used by freshly pooped prey so while dragon or gryphon can easily join their filthy friends to wash, they are convenient for both users.

“You can place your clothes in the bin over here, and I will advise Rhyta for us that they need to be washed,” he indicates a wooden wicker basket you saw near the entrance, and as you go to undress and deposit your clothing, you hear a loud flush as you’re removing your boots.

With a stretch of his neck and a groan, you witness a great big copper-scaled dragon trudging from the stall, a huge beast nearly twice as fat as Drelfrumm with golden frills running down his neck and back and claws and horns so silver they might as well be painted. He approaches and sniffs you a couple times, and you can feel the warm breath from his nostrils as he presses his large snout to your chest where you’ve removed your shirt.

“Hello there, little human. I am called Vulgrust, and what is your name?”

You wonder a moment as you recall Drelfrumm’s earlier forgetfulness, asking the dragon if he’s always lived around humans.

“Ha ha ha, indeed!” the copper creature guffaws, fat belly shaking as he pats it with a claw and lets a little belch, “I suppose I’ve been around your kind my entire life. Though Drelfrumm hasn’t much of an excuse there either. Are you staying with us at the inn or just visiting?”

“That remains to be seen, though he will be joining us for the evening, at least,” the blue dragon answers for you.

“Oh, very good, aye,” the copper dragon plods over to the sink to wash his claws, “I look forward to spending some time with you in that case, little friend.”

You return to undressing as Vulgrust washes up at the sink, heading into the shower as the dragon is drying his claws. Your blue friend calls in after you to ask if you need any help with the water, but you tell him you’re able to figure it out. It takes a minute to get the temperature adjusted to your liking, but then you step under the warm cascade, sighing as you feel refreshed. It isn’t but a moment after you’ve started washing, though, when you hear the whoosh of the curtain being pulled back and turn around to encounter a great big set of scaly tan hindquarters squatting overtop of you, and judging by the amount of fresh poop sticking near that bronze anus and the copper color of the hind legs, it’s clear this butt belongs to Vulgrust. Before you can protest or try to maneuver around him, the dirty dragon backs his rump up against your head and chest, pinning you to the smooth wall tiles, adjusting his position slightly until you feel the doubly-sticky surface of his anus pressing hotly into your face. You feel the shift of his smooth, scaly, fat butt brushing you a little against the wall tiles as he rubs that warm poopy pucker across your nose and cheeks, getting warm dragon dung smeared across your features, hearing his muffled rumble of pleasure as he smushes your nose deep into his awful anus a few times before resuming his wiping. You groan in the sticky, muddy stench, Vulgrust’s rump too fat and heavy to move, feeling those dirty smooth scales and hot flesh of his anus smear and smooch back and forth across your features, the mucky male giving little wiggles and long rubs until, finally, he’s satisfied, and you feel the great weight lifting off you, wiping the dragon poop with the back of your hand as you lunge for the shower.

“Ahhh, thanks, little human!” you feel the warmth of Vulgrust’s chin resting across your shoulder as the dragon purrs in your ear, snorting wetly from his large nostrils as he takes a few whiffs of the mess his butt left on you, “Whoof! That was a stinky dump indeed, heheh!”

He takes the soap and helps you clean up, large smooth claws brushing across your chest and face, cocking his great head to eye his cleaning carefully before he gives you a big smooch on the forehead, thankfully with his mouth this time.

“See you in a moment, human,” Vulgrust gives you a big hug before turning to leave the shower, “Time to go sit on my favorite little human cushion, heheh.”

You finish washing with a sigh, wondering if you’ll end up wiping any other dragons this evening, Drelfrumm helping you to towel off before you exit the restroom and head upstairs with him as he suggests, the other dragons calling out how they can’t wait to feel your skin on their most sensitive scales as they watch you leaving the restroom naked. There’s a few you don’t recognize from before: a fluffy eastern humping a mouse into the booth, a golden dragon with feathered wings sharing a colorful cocktail with a purple western friend. Because you’re going to end up getting sat on or humped anyway, there’s not much point in getting dressed again, but at least the shower was refreshing. Upon reaching the landing, the blue dragon heads to the end of the hall and turns to knock on the door on his right, calling a greeting to Rhyta inside. You hear some claws padding across the floor and after a moment the door is opened to reveal a large female with gazelle-like horns and olive scales.

“Rhyta, this is a new human friend I met earlier today,” Drelfrumm introduces you by name as the old dragon peers down at you and gives you one long sniff, purring as she smiles slowly, “I’m going to introduce him to the rest of our group if you’d perhaps like to join us for a drink and something to eat?”

“Hmmm…” the olive female blinks a few moments as she considers this, and it occurs to you that the reason she appears older is because her scales lack the same luster as the other dragons you’ve met. After a moment, Rhyta shakes her head and turns to go back to the embroidery she was working on before you entered, a planter with a geometric pattern of green and yellow diamond shapes against a white background: “Thank you, I’m going to get a bit more work done on this project of mine. I ate earlier, but will join you for a glass of wine, and may enjoy the human… if the mood takes me.”

She turns to smile and wink at you, though you find it almost hard to imagine she gets in the mood too often. You compliment her work on her planter as you thank her for washing the sheets, which she says was no trouble at all, placing a warm foreleg across your shoulders as she chuckles when you ask about the meaning of the design. No meaning, just her favorite shape and colors, is all, she tells you, but if you’re staying awhile and really like it, she’d be more than happy to stitch one for you. You pet her snout as she nuzzles you appreciatively, asking Drelfrumm about her as you head back down the hallway after she’s agreed to wash your clothes for you for tomorrow. He tells you she’s worked here for as long as he can remember, washing clothes for the human guests and occasionally fun things for the dragons- a subject on which he gives you a broad grin but won’t elaborate when pressed- and mostly keeps to herself outside of coming down from her room for meals and to socialize briefly with the other lodgers. You’re a bit surprised when he laughs when you ask about her comment about enjoying you- firstly, he notes as he looks back at the top of the stairs, Rhyta isn’t as old as she looks, perhaps equivalent to about her 60s in human years, and second, she is still very much a dragon and subject to sexual needs as well, probably getting off about 3 times or so each day as opposed to younger females’ 4 to 6. While she doesn’t have a little playmate of her own, the other dragons are happy to let her borrow their smaller friends for her fun, and Drelfrumm notes you’ll get plenty of play time with everyone if you’re staying on.

“I’m not sure she’s indicated, to me anyway, a strong preference for anyone in particular to play with. If we have a squirmy seat for our farts and someone to rub off on, we’re quite pleased, really,” Drelfrumm notes as he descends the stairs with you, then pauses and looks back as you approach the tavern level, “Though perhaps Pipp? She did mention once she loves that feeling of feathers up her pussy. Hmm.”

A while dragon with a very full-looking lower belly wobbles past you on his way to the bathroom as Mersila calls you from the bar as you reach the tavern. A black dragon with silver underscales gives you a few sniffs and licks your cheek, the other dragons laughing as you hear a few loud farts from the booths on your left, along with the steady sound of someone getting humped on. The pink-scaled bartender dismisses the black dragon gently as she turns to finger her pussy at you and ask if you’d like to explore it for a little while, telling the black dragon that you are owed a drink and are probably hungry, and you’re grateful for the intervention. The black dragon sighs and takes her glass of wine, heading for a booth where an eastern dragon uncoils her hug from a human and the black dragon tucks him between her legs… all the way between her legs, headfirst, moaning loudly as her friend’s legs and feet slide inside her slippery sex, and she gives her silver vagina a little pat as she sips her wine, calling down a little tease to her friend inside. Drelfrumm chuckles and requests some food for you both as Mersila inquires what you would like to drink, rummaging under the counter to retrieve a dragon and human-sized bowl.

“Uh, I suppose whatever ale you typically serve here will do well,” you say, but both dragons laugh as Mersila shakes her head.

“Oh, we don’t have ale here, little one,” the pink dragon fetches a glass for you as she checks the barrels, “We dragons prefer a sweeter palate for our liquor- it compliments our affectionate ways, after all. How about a nice cold cider instead?”

Mersila pours you a glass of cider and fills a larger flagon for Drelfrumm, then heads to the kitchen to fetch the stew, returning later with two piping hot bowls along with a hearty loaf of dark grain bread, which is topped with oats and filled with seeds. She carries all of this on a wooden tray attached to her neck by means of a leather strap, which she unbuckles and sets behind the counter to return to the kitchen later as Drelfrumm gives her a few silver coins from a pouch he is wearing about the neck; Mersila shakes her head and insists this is on the house for their new little guest. You carry the food back to an area in which a few other dragons are eating with their smaller friends, a bit concerned as the dragons seated in the other areas call after you, recognizing the teal dragon with the fins from earlier who leans back in his booth to fan a small squeaky toot in your direction, winking and tugging at his dick. Your blue friend chuckles with the other dragons, and a ferret reassures you through a mouthful of stew that even amongst these very stinky scalies there’s rules of decorum, and so long as you’re eating or drinking, they won’t bother you, his golden-furred eastern friend leaning down to belch cavernously in his face as he laughs and swats her snout with a paw as she grins and adds: except like that. The food is very good- a hearty bean stew with tomatoes and okra, which you can tell from the other booths the dragons are putting to good use with their friends, hearing plenty of loud farts and laughter amid all the chatter while you’re eating, but you dip your bread and enjoy your meal in peace, taking a long swig of your cider as you chat with your companions.

The golden dragon finishes and curls her ferret up with her long tail, heading over to find a free space and lies down with her companion curled into her backside. You finish your cider and follow Drelfrumm, the other dragons cheering and waving you over, a few of them having called out the occasional tease about getting you beneath their tails, walking around the white dragon who has returned from the toilets and is snuggling a bat laying on a large rug, and you join Drelfrumm in a booth as you recognize the two blue females from earlier today. You see that one has two little horns on the end of her snout and the horns on her head curve inwards like a ram’s, while the other has one larger horn at the edge of her snout and her horns curve upwards like a gazelle, Drelfrumm introducing them as the twins, Prix and Frix- short for Prixanritra and Frixtandalyrn, not actually twins nor related but so called for their resemblance, both having blue scales, green eyes, and light blue underbellies with similar stocking patches of fur around their ankles. They’re also both sitting on the same human, Prix wiggling her haunches and letting a short fart over his face as you join them, while Frix snickers and keeps his legs pinned beneath her bottom; this is Timothy or Tim, whom Prix scoots off of slightly as the sweaty brown-haired man greets you briefly before shifting her hindquarters back over his head, the fat females licking their lips as they huff and place their claws across your bare chest, saying you’re welcome to a turn when they give Tim a break, but in the meantime, their pussies are perfectly unoccupied, leaning back on their human to part their slits with the tips of their claws. You ask after a nervous glance, recalling how horny Prexa was with you earlier, how they can stay sitting comfortably on top of Tim and get your head between their legs at the same time, given that they had to shift their bottoms so Prix’s tail hole wouldn’t even be in her friend’s face, and Frix titters and rubs your shoulder with her claw, leaning down to huff across your forehead.

“Now, who said anything about sitting on you with my dragon vag, human? We can get you in muuuuch deeper, hmmm…” she fingers her sex as Prix purrs and does the same, passing another squeaky toot on Tim. The smell of dragon farts from the nearby booths is so thick in this part of the tavern, you can’t smell anything either of the females are letting, but Tim sure can as Prix farts again more noisily and you hear a muffled complaint form under her tail.

“Come here, little human,” Frix pulls you onto her belly, purring and sighing as she shifts you downwards, pinching her slit open to reveal the purple flesh within, “Let’s get you tucked inside all warm and cozy, so I can make you all hot and wet and sticky, hmmm?”

You know this isn’t exactly a suggestion and look to Drelfrumm for support as Frix keeps her claw on your back, gently pushing your head to lay across the slippery surface of her labia, but your other blue friend is leaned back in the booth and busy playing with his dick, merely smiling at you as her observes the fun unfolding- and no so figuratively either, as the musk of the female’s vagina begins to rise as she wiggles her fat flanks slightly to part her folds against your cheek. Frix moans as she begins to use her claw to push your face deeper between her legs, the folds of her vagina overlapping your cheeks easily now with a wet sucking sound as you see a dim lilac light and the musky smell of dragon pussy fills your nose more thoroughly, not unlike what you experienced with Prexa earlier, but this time, the dragon doesn’t stop with your head, as you feel a tug and begin to sink further inside her up to your shoulders, feeling her claw caressing your lower back, buttocks, and legs without. There’s another tug, and you’re pulled in halfway up to your arms, then another a moment later as she has you up to your legs, an excited cry as she feels your cock slipping into her vulva, you’re immersed in this sea of warmth and slimy flesh, another pull and only your ankles and feet are outside her, and one final tug and she has you all the way inside, the hot edges of her vagina sliding shut over the bottoms of your feet with one final pulling sulktch.

“Hrmmnn… c-comfy in there, little on-uhhnn… one?” You feel the pressure of Flix’s claw patting you without as you shift around in the hot and slippery depths, causing the dragon to cry out with pleasure as she feels your flesh against her own, “G-gooood human! Don’t s-s-squirm too much now… I want to… mhnnn… enjoy you a while…”

The hot wet walls squeeze and press against every part of you, firm and viscous with their mucus-like slime, like a long tight hug, lasting for a second or almost half a minute, and then relaxing once again. You feel a pressure as the dragon pushes your feet down to part the edges of her sex, the air of the tavern without almost cool by comparison as your body is covered in sweat that is both from your own skin and Flix’s vagina, then there’s another slurp as you’re pulled back in deeper, tucked inside her wet flesh as she grips you once more. You feel the press of her claw without, the muffled moans reaching your ears as your feet slide closer to her labia and she calls down a few words of teasing and comfort, asking if you’re enjoying yourself inside her, but then adding she can feel it every time she clenches down on you, hoping you can feel the excitement of how nice and wet you’re making her. Her pussy pulses rapidly all across you, over and over, becoming a little faster now, then slowing down, gripping you in another full body slimy hug as you feel the walls getting stickier, more slippery, the musk that fills your nostrils with each breath developing a growing hint of ripe blueberries. The process cycles, a series of rapid pulses, deep embraces with her sexual flesh, pushed a little lower, pulled a little deeper, that much languorously, slippery and sweaty and hearing her muffled moans and groans, a little dizzy from the heat and the cider not helping… then, that smell of blueberries intensifies as you feel a more viscous slime dribbling over your forehead and face, then another a few minutes later, splashing your shoulders and chest, and then Frix comes with an audible roaring moan from without, a hot splash of blueberry stickiness that sprays across you from head to toe, dribbling out the edges of her pussy as it opens near your feet a little. She keeps you inside, catching her breath and savoring the afterglow, the walls pulsing slowly as you lie there in her sticky slimy seed for a minute or two more, then you feel your feet and ankles being pushed back out of her vagina, slowly excreted with her sleek secretions into the outside world of the inn once again.

“Huhhh… good human, mmmm….That was very pleasurable, oh yesss…” Frix lifts you and brings you to her big blue lips, her chest still rising and falling with deep breaths as she slides your legs into her maw, her big forked tongue slurping across your buttocks and lower back as she sucks you clean of her cum, “Don’t worry, little friend. I’m not going to eat you. It would be too long a trip and I know there are other dragons wanting to play just as much as me. Won’t you try some of my seed, it tastes just like warm blueberries?”

You have a taste as Frix smiles and purrs, sucking you into her mouth with a little pop to help clean your upper body, the faint light emanating from her throat letting you see the warm dragon drool coating you even as she removes the cum, her bright blue uvula slipping stickily over your dick and belly as you wonder what it would be like to pass through her insides, if it would be as warm and slimy as being inside her vagina. She finishes sucking you clean and pops you back out of her mouth, smiling as a long strand of saliva breaks from your upper arm, gently lowering you back onto the couch where Prix is scooting her bottom across Tim’s face some more. You blink in the bright light of late afternoon as you adjust after what you find out was over twenty minutes inside her, Prix soon getting off of Tim as she announces she needs to take a piss, and would likely just as soon as taken him with her to the toilet except for Frix declaring she felt the stew hitting and wanting a cushion for her gas. You speak to Tim briefly as she makes herself comfortable, wiggling on his chest as her bowels begin to grumble, and he tells you that’s roughly his experience for the past year living with these two big scaly girls, ending up both of their dragon pussies several times each day, then Frix cuts him off as she sits on his face with a grunt and begins farting loudly. You’re thankful to move away with Drelfrumm as her fumes are spreading quickly and she does not smell nice.

“Ohhh, human! It’s the human I’ve been wanting to play with. Finally, you’re free now!”

You find yourself pulled against the white underbelly of the teal dragon who’s been teasing you all day, looking up into his purring face as you can feel his big erection along your lower back. He lays you down gently on the booth with a smile, frilly tail swishing over the red backing as he rears up and brings down his rear end on top of you, giving you a glimpse of his blue anus before the oily orifice finds pungent purchase on your nose a moment later, the teal dragon passing a silent, stinking fart as he sits down. You groan beneath his butt as he supplies some noisier gas, blowing a deep prrrubbbtt… fffrruummppnntt, the latter leaving you coughing and squirming as the sewery stink lingers thick and warm under his big tail and fat rump, dragon huffing and pawing audibly above as he wiggles his farts into your nose. His butt scales and pucker are already sweaty, and you aren’t positive it isn’t just the dragon farts, but his rump doesn’t smell too clean either, catching a strong hint of dried dung when his gas finally stops lingering. He sits and wiggles his haunches on you for a little longer, sighing as another nasty silent fart parts the folds of his tail hole over your nose again, as you squirm and shout up at him, and he gives you some air with a chuckle, scooting forward as his tail swishes and he reaches a claw down to help fan some of his awful stench.

“Sorry down there, my cute little cushion!” the teal dragon wiggles his scaly bottom across your face again and then shifts forward as he teases you, “I know my big gassy tush is pretty stinky tonight. But you’re so nice and comfy, and I’ve still got more dragon farts for you to sniff, sooo… shout at me again if you need another little break, sweetie!”

“Fulvern! Are you stinking up that poor little human, big guy? I leave you for a minute to get us a drink and you’ve already claimed another cushion.”

“Awww, I was just having some stinky fun with my new little friend!” Fulvern sits and rubs his backside against your head and chest again, **** to get off of you, but shifts himself down a moment later with an annoyed little snort from his nostrils. You sit up to find a sparrow smiling at you, extending a talon to shake your hand as he pats the teal dragon’s leg.

“Heyo, pleased t’metcha! Name’s Pipp, and this is my dragon, Fulvern. He can be a bit of a… well, noseful when he gets gassy. He’s a big naughty boy, but also my best friend. Aren’t you, big guy?” the sparrow pets the dragon’s belly affectionately as Fulvern purrs, “Are you new in town? We’ve been here about a year now and I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. Unless one of the dragons pulled you in here, this tavern doesn’t attract very many tourists.”

“I’m the dragon that pulled him in here,” Drelfrumm leans in with a chuckle, “Just introducing him to all of our friends. He’s met Rhyta, teal tush there, the twins, and our mud bottom snatched him in the restroom earlier.”

“Wheew! Well, getting wiped with by Vulgrust makes you an official member of our group here,” the sparrow gives a chirping snicker.

Recalling Drelfrumm’s earlier comment about a certain olive-scaled female, you begin to venture: “I’ve been told that-” but before you can finish, a big white pair of hindquarters with a sweaty blue pucker sits down on top of you, as the teal tush known as Fulvern declares, “M’kay, you can talk later, cute cushion. Right now I have more farts for you to sniff.”

His sweaty hole and hindquarters scoot across you as he blows a wet prrrupppbbtt, snickering as he follows up with a few more toots, including another hot and silent stinker that irritates your nostrils. Frrrummpptt… prruppllltt… frrupppmmpllllppttt! The last one really splutters and burbles out of dragon’s tail hole, sending you squirming before he’s finished almost ten seconds later, the dirty dragon sighing with relief and satisfaction as you hear him pawing away above, scooting in the stink deep and slow as his butt sweats and presses you into the smooth leather cushion of the booth. In a way, you consider as Fulvern scoots down with a snicker to fan away some of his rotten gas, it’s kind of like having leather against you at both ends, but the dragon’s rump is smoother and sweatier and also doesn’t stay still for too long. Fulvern sits and paws and you can hear him chatting and laughing with his friends as he gives your nose a few wet kisses with his stinky anus, huffs and moans interrupting his conversation as he enjoys his little cushion, though the stink from all those wet dragon farts festers continually, and he snickers when you shout at him and scoots down a bit to give you some air. You gasp as you feel his big sweaty balls plop down hotly over you own cock as he grinds his scaly sac across you when he gives you another break from smelling his fat butt, teasing about how he can feel you’re having a good time and apologizes again that his tush is just sooo gassy this evening with a giggle as he sits it back down on your face to fart further.

“Ahhh… prrpfftt… huhh…. M’kay…. I think… prrubbtt… nope… okay, yeah… that’s all my farts for now, sweetie. Just gonna… sit here until those… stop stinking and… enjoy your face a bit more…” Fulvern sits and scoots long and deep as his sweaty pucker slips side to side over your nose and cheeks.

“You really stunk up our new friend, tailwind!” Pipp chuckles and pets the dragon’s leg a few minutes later, as Fulvern momentarily releases a foreleg he’s snuggling you with and pulls his bird across his balls as Pipp chirps happily and nuzzles at the reptile’s cock, “Hope he didn’t stink you up too bad, he gets pretty nasty when he gets blowing. He’ll keep snuggling you all night though if you let him, until he needs to fart again, anyway.”

“I’m… starting to get used to it...” you relax against the warm white scales while the teal claws pet down your back, “I’ll hazard the smell doesn’t really get better with experience though?”

“Oh, no,” Pipp chuckles as a dragon in the adjacent booth farts massively, his friends cheering and clapping and encouraging him to stink up his seat, “It always smells like giant reptile butthole.”

You bid farewell to Pipp and Fulvern for now as you decide to wash up in the restroom again, a few other dragons encouraging you to hurry back so they can take their turns with you. By now, you’re starting to suspect that’s going to be your lot this evening, and… maybe every evening if you decide to stay. You wrinkle your nose with a groan as a dragon in one of the stalls grunts and reinforces your point on the way to the showers, stinking up the entire bathroom as Drelfrumm fans a foreclaw with a chuckled “sheew!” The dragons certainly seem affectionate and the town is amazing, but they aren’t likely to let an hour or so pass without passing gas on you or using you to rub off. But really… it has been oddly enjoyable, and there’s no denying you were rather excited under Fulvern’s balls and with Prexa and Flix’s pussies earlier- Spirits be Kind, even their huge butts, however foul, do feel pretty warm and comfortable sitting on you. And there’s no denying the obviously incredible contraptions they’ve created, you reflect as you admire the pouring water from overhead while your friend washes you with his claws again, then takes a moment to hump you against the shower wall as his pink penis presses and rubs across your belly and chest.

“Mmmm… bladder’s all empty, now it’s time to let my bowel breezes blow,” a golden-furred eastern dragon trots over to you with a big grin, his whiskers dancing as his tail starts snaking around your ankles and legs, “C’mere, human. I don’t think I’ve played with you before.”

As the dragon uses his long and flexible tail to curl you against his big soft backside as he heads for the sink, huffing as your face presses flush with his tight warm anus, Drelfrumm informs you that his is Murang, one of their furrier friends and probably the most flexible dragon of their group. Murang asks your name as he uses his tail to rub your head into his soft musky rear, saying it’s a genuine pleasure to meet you as he washes his claws at the sink, passing a little prrfftt up your nose with a huff, and you can feel his erection straddling your legs as his hot, fluffy balls rest… well, very comfortably close to your groin, honestly. The eastern dragon purrs and hums a little tune as he heads back to the booth, passing a few more little poots in your face as he saunters and sighs and giggles and tells you the bigger winds are coming in a moment, reaching a claw between his legs to rub along his big golden shaft. You can only see a little pinprick of gold from his bowels as the furry dragon farts a little deeper, passing a loud fffrrruppmmtt as he wiggles into the booth next to his friends, but you can hear them laughing and asking who he’s got curled in his tail. The golden dragon laughs and farts along with his friends, warm prrruppffts and deep pllurrrbbbnts filling your nose with rotten stink as you feel his warm balls getting damp across your waist as he grinds himself along your legs and down into the cushions, rubbing you across his soft, warm bottom with a practiced shift of his tail, reaching a claw down between his hind legs to feel your penis and jiggle it against his sac, rolling onto his side to play with own dragon dick. Shifting himself, Murang sits down on top of you, his soft butt sweating and stinking as he rubs in his deep dragon farts, petting the soft pads of his claw through your hair and onto your face when you need a little break.

“Mind if I have a turn for a bit? I haven’t gotten to enjoy the human under my dick yet.”

You feel Murang’s fluffy butt rising up off you as you find Vulgrust grinning down, his big copper cock clearly ready to rub off on you. With a huff, the huge bronze dragon flops down and begins doing just that, the smell of musky male filling your nose as his shaft shifts from your navel to your chin, his balls warm and sweaty against your own cock. You relax and let the huge reptile hump across you, the warm sweat of his fat belly and tacky penis feeling stimulating against your bare skin, the firm member pressing across your chest as the cleft of his tip prods across your chin with each thrust. That musky odor begins to smell faintly of honey after a few minutes of steady dragon humping, Vulgrust huffing and moaning somewhere above, the other dragons chuckling as you feel a few claws and snouts brush against your sides as the reptiles ask if you’re getting as erect as Vulgrust and petting you to make sure you’ve comfortable. The big copper dragon at last lies still, a sticky spurt of honeyed cum across the side of your face as he lays and sweats with his big belly rising and falling over your face before dragging himself off with a groan, smacking his lips as he smiles down and brushes you with the smooth back of his claw, not wanting to get all the way off just yet.

“After all…” the copper creature purrs as he rubs the smooth base of his claw down your chest and belly to rest it upon your dick, “We still have so much of the evening to enjoy each other.”

“Well, I’m certainly grateful to have a little break from your fat, scaly rump!”

You sit up in the booth to see the source of the voice, belonging to the human who Drelfrumm informs you is Vulgrust’s companion. What you weren’t expecting is to see a woman with her hair in a long brown braid sitting before you, entirely naked like yourself. In truth, while you haven’t actually seen all of the other humans the dragons are sitting on, those visiting and in residence at the inn, you hadn’t considered there would be women as well as men. You find yourself staring at her for longer than you intended, but as you adjust to the initial surprise, you find yourself… unaroused. It is not to say that she is unattractive, or that seeing her naked doesn’t send a slight jolt through your nerves, but rather that in comparison to the dozen lustful dragons surrounding you both, or the fact that you’ve literally had the very large pussies of two female reptiles enveloping you today already, there’s nothing in the human female- or your fellow males here- that sparks any desirous interest.

“Ahem,” the woman frowns and narrows her eyes at you as her voice snaps you back to the present, “I suppose your parents taught you ‘tis rude to stare?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean…” you begin, but the woman shakes her head and extends her hand.

“Lorna, pleased to meet you,” she shakes your hand and gives Vulgrust’s fat scaly belly a scratch, “And this muddy-rumped reptile is called Vulgrust. He’s as sweet as he smells terrible.”

“Oh, we’ve, uh, met earlier,” you say as the dragon grins broadly at you, “I wasn’t trying to be rude with-”

“No, but thoughts and nature, I suspect,” Lorna sighs, taking a swig of her own cider and brushing her mouth with the back of her hand, “One of the reasons I came out here, to get away from all that nonsense. Back home in Keldair, girls were expected to be prim and presentable, white lacy dresses with little flowers, all started working on their wedding vows at ten years old, and talking of husbands to be. No, I packed my bags and ran the day I turned twenty, folks pressuring me to settle down for two years straight. And you can be sure I’d rather be stuck under the unwashed bum of a fat old dragon than under the thumb of anyone else.”

“Always happy to oblige, my little one!” Vulgrust laughs along with the other dragons as he brings his fat rump down on Lorna once more, and you hear her muffled groan as she calls her friend a stinky scaly, and indeed he is, judging from your experience earlier. Drelfrumm smiles as he pulls you to his belly and sits you across his dick so he can feel yours against his much larger member, brushing your chest and belly with his own smooth claws.

“And so you aren’t too stinky a human for these other dragons, it’s time to get you washed again, little one.”

“But they are only going to make me stink again, Drelfrumm?”

“Of course, silly human! Such is half the fun!”

You sigh as he walks with you back towards the restrooms, thankful to avoid any overpowering odors from occupied stalls this time. There’s another eastern dragon lifting a leg by the trough and a furred-and-feathered female squatting with her rear end towards the ceramic as they both piss, but outside of saying hello, you make it to the showers without any reptilian rudeness this time. That is, until your blue friend backs his great big beige butt and smushes you to the wall of the shower, blasting a bubbling plllurrrbbmmnntt in your face that echoes off the surrounding walls. You can hear the laughter of the dragons at the trough before he proceeds to rub it in for awhile with a huffing sigh, a few more little dragon toots squeaking from his pucker as he presses and smooches them into your nose in kind. Drelfrumm chuckles as he washes the smell of dragon dick and tail hole off of you, the scent of the floral soap gradually replacing that of his gas as he answers your question of why he just farted on you now as opposed to earlier, reminding you that there’s plenty of other cushions to enjoy this evening and that he wanted you to spend time playing with the other dragons. He leans his head close and kisses your forehead gently, purring in your ear as he adds that he hopes you’ll be spending much more time together anyway; at least with a dragon, there is no question of doubt as to how they are feeling towards you.

Returning to the bar afterwards, Mersila calls you over to offer you another drink, which you accept, having a light buzz from the first cider but considering another might be in order with the playful chaos of the evening. She chuckles and tells you, that, if you’d like, you could come hide behind the bar with her a little while, resting her big pink head on the counter as she blinks her emerald eyes slowly at you with a huff; her sudden lustful response is a bit unexpected, but then she tempers this by adding that she’ll take very good care of you, reaching a foreleg across the counter to pet your shoulder. Drelfrumm smiles and rubs down your back as he adds that Mersila’s a true sweetheart and you two should certainly spend some time together, but then your conversation is interrupted as another man walks over, depositing his plate and cutlery on the counter as he turns to introduce himself as Paul, informing you that Murang is his dragon friend.

“Sorry if he got a bit… excitable with you,” Paul shrugs as Mersila chuckles and places his dish and fork in a wooden bin to take back to the kitchen, “He’s a good boy, but doesn’t really have respect for boundaries unless you shout at him.”

“I am beginning to realize that is true about most dragons,” you nod, turning to Mersila to order another cider.

Murang drifts over from the booth where he has been chatting with a fat fox who is seated on a vole, quickly coiling his upper middle section around Paul and resting his fluffy chin across his chest, elegant whiskers dancing as he purrs loudly. Paul smiles and pets down the creature’s large and velvety snout.

“Hello again, this is my human, Paul,” Murang smiles widely at you, uncoiling himself from the man’s bare chest and legs to wrap his long tail around his smaller friend, pressing Paul’s face snugly beneath it with his backside flush with his head, the dragon giving a little wiggle of his rump as he laughs, “He’s a good boy, but I don’t think he really understands just how nice and comfortable he feels against my butt!”

Murang laughs and wiggles again in Paul’s face, then snakes off of him, coiling his companion fluidly back in another full-body cuddle.

“Hey, why don’t I get you a maple shot? Ever tried one?” Paul offers as you shake your head, “Oh, they’re just about the best drink you’ve never tasted! Me and Murang have them every day after we’ve finished deliveries for the university.”

He orders a round for all of you, Mersila again generously denying payment. You wonder if she’s being overly generous in the hopes you’ll decide to stay at the inn as you toast to new friends with the others, but right now that seems like a decision best left for tomorrow morning. The liquor has an incredibly sweet taste, perhaps not surprisingly for a dragon cocktail, but also a strong jolt of cinnamon on the finish you weren’t expecting. Paul asks if you’d like another, but you decline and return to your cider, the man and his dragon heading back to the booth with the fox after another toast. You sip your drink and observe the other dragons awhile, chatting and drinking with their human and anthro companions, laughter and farting filling the air, moans and huffs as the big horny beasts lay and sit on their companions, glasses clinking in continued toasts as the raunchy reptiles compare farts and erections and the wetness of pussies, toasting one another with every act of playful, harmless dominance. The tones of a drinking song reach your ear, and you strain to catch the words as the quartet of three males and a female with various scales and fur and feathers intone something about a flight across a vast ocean to a faraway island, when Drelfrumm’s snout brushing your shoulder catches your attention.

“Had enough of a break, little friend?” he nods in the direction of a booth occupied by three dragons who are all each drinking a very colorful cocktail with a layer of red, green, and blue spirits, “There’s still a couple more friends I’d like to introduce you to.”

You wander with him over to the booth at the other side of the tavern, placing a hand in front of your face as the large hindquarters of an emerald dragon jut outwards to fart on you, the male laughing with his friends as he returns to the human he was sitting on. Another emerald-scaled dragon greets you from the booth as you approach him with Drelfrumm, brushing down the darker fur of his chest and patting the lighter underscales of his belly as he burps a little, taking another drink of his cocktail. It’s hard not to notice he’s also wearing a dragon-sized diaper around his backside and that said dragon diaper is also very full, the incredible stench reaching your nostrils and making you wince before you even join them, the green dragon noticing your reaction with a pleased little rumble in his throat, as you notice some motion from within the sagging cloth and discern that the diaper is filled with more than just his dung. A silver-furred male with a scaly underbelly laughs and takes a swig of his drink, winking as he tells you that if Brummox’s diaper is too much for you, you’re more than welcome to hide under his balls or tail, the periwinkle-scaled female to his right tittering as she comments she wishes she could do the same, parting the folds of her lilac sex with a claw and advising you that her musky cave will give your nose sound and slippery sanctuary. It’s hard not to be drawn to her beautiful features- her pearl horns curling in pointed spirals, the light blue plumage of her wings, and the patch of pink fur across her ankles, chest and loins, along with the large fuchsia fin cresting her head and neck. She purrs and smiles as you observe her, patting the booth next to her as she invites you to sit, introducing herself as Lilltra.

“Oh no you don’t, human!” Brummox snatches you with his big green claw, laying you down in the booth as you see his great big dirty diaper headed right for your face, the stinking sack landing on you with an audible spluttch as he sits down, “Mmmm… I want to feel you beneath these nice full pants first, hurhurr!”

The dung inside is still warm, and despite your squirming, the only thing you’re accomplishing is to bring Brummox pleasure as you can feel him playing with his dick through the front of the cloth just below your waist. Though you’ve been under multiple windy dragon rumps today and wiped two of them, it isn’t an exaggeration to say this big beast’s diaper is one of the worst things you’ve ever smelled, like being trapped in a hot pile of dragon poop, and you can scarcely imagine how much worse it must smell inside his pants, feeling the trapped human also raising muffled complaints from within. You can feel his legs and buttocks as Brummox shifts and scoots and squashes his diapered butt against you both, his actual scaly rump sloshing the human within around with all of his muddy poop, while the sack brushes smoothly across you with a putrid warmth, your entire face contorted in a grimace as your nostrils fill with the sack’s overwhelming odor with every breath. Slkutch… pluctch… prifthch… splufftchh…the sounds the dragon’s dung makes as he rubs his diaper on top of you are almost as disgusting as the smell itself, and Brummox responds to your complaints by saying he’d give your nose a break but, with how full his pants are, he can’t really scoot down off your face easily, and… well, you can hear how much his claw is pulling and rubbing around front as he replies with several huffed sighs. You aren’t sure how long this goes on for, the feeling of the dragon’s heavy, squishy, terribly smelly diaper pressing and shifting on top of you, Brummox pausing his smushy scoots to concentrate on his cock, but at last you hear a loud moan and the dragon sits still, muffled heavy breathing from above informing you he just came his pants; now, you just have to endure the stink a little longer until he scoots off.

“Huhhhn… thank you, little human,” the green dragon brings you to his chest and nuzzles your forehead, giving it a big wet kiss, “You’re a good human, letting me enjoy my dirty diaper on you like that. Some friends scream at me, and then it isn’t any fun anymore.”

“I can’t say I blame them with just how awfully you smell,” you shake your head and reach an arm to pet across the large emerald snout as the dragon purrs, giving you another big kiss, “Perhaps you should wash me first before you kiss me, given where I’ve just been?”

Brummox laughs and holds his belly with another claw as it jiggles, then gives you a big lick.

“Oh, not to worry, friend human,” he reassures you as he reaches a claw down to pat at the back of his pants, “This diaper is made with a magical cloth, preventing it from leaking, staining, and making it faster to dry when washed. Though it retains my pee and cum very nicely, hurhurr!”

You comment that you still certainly wouldn’t want to have to change it, and Brummox gives a snicker-snort as he tells you that his friend would be glad to let you know all about that. He shifts forward in the booth and pulls back the rim of the cloth and the man within squirms out upwards, dragon dung sticking to every inch of his skin. He takes a moment to at least ensure he won’t get any in his mouth when speaking to you, blowing a bit from his nose which he rubs onto the underside of Brummox’s tail.

“Noah, nice to meet you,” the man is readjusting to the light as you did earlier after leaving Frix’s vagina. He might have short brown hair or actually be covered in that much poop, though he’s mindful enough to place his arms back down into the mess so as not to get it anywhere else, “I’d shake your hand but… well… In case you’re wondering, yes, Brummox adores doing this, and he is quite a handful to change, though he’ll help out after I yell at him a bit. And aye, it always smells this bad though I’ve gotten accustomed to it; he sticks me down here daily to fart and pee and rub himself off as well. Speaking of…” he shouts upward at the green dragon, “You’ve had your fun, Brummox. Now let’s go outside and get you changed so we can both clean ourselves.”

“Mmmnn…” the green dragon frowns and whines until Noah reprimands him, then slowly stands on all fours, “Fine, you’re right. But… you didn’t say we needed to hurry.”

With a chuckle and a huge grin, the green dragon reaches back a claw and tucks his friend back down inside his poopy pants, waggling his diapered backside back and forth to shift Noah around in his poop once more as he slowly walks towards the entrance, the other dragons laughing and cheering as he looks back with a broad smile at them, comically waggling his dirty diapered backside.

“Now that he’s had his fun, it’s my turn to play, human,” Lilltra smiles and purrs at you, brushing the back of her claw across your cheek and the pad down your chest, scaly and smooth, “But we should probably go get you washed up first, just to be safe. Come with me.”

Drelfrumm and the silver dragon raise a glass to you as the lilac female curls you up into the pit of her foreleg, giggling as she gives you a noseful of her musky underscales. It might be the disorienting position of being hugged into the equivalent of a dragon’s armpit as she walks on all fours carrying you, or the fact that the potency of Brummox’s diaper startled your senses before, but you’re starting to feel the effects of that **** when Lilltra sets you down in the shower, stumbling on your feet as you hold against her side for support.

“Awww, did you have too much to drink, little friend?” She places a paw across your shoulder as you nod and blink, trying to stop the shower from tilting; was it just that maple shot that sent you over the edge? Lilltra presses her snout to your chest and nuzzles and shushes you gently, telling you not to worry, that she’s got just the thing to help.

You prepare to receive a faceful of her big scaly rear, but instead she presses the base of her claw to your chest and feels for your heartbeat, whispering a few gentle words in a tongue you don’t know as a little shimmer of rainbow sparkles shine around her claw, which she then touches to your forehead. You blink again as she lowers her foreleg and find yourself considerably less dizzy, as though back to a light buzz like after your first cider. She smiles and explains that she is a daydream dragon, naturally gifted with magic that inspires, soothes, and… excites, narrowing her eyelids as she cups her claw across your penis, giving it a few gentle tugs as she sighs and her claw begins to shimmer again.

“In case you’re one of those humans who has a little trouble after too much ****…” she removes her claw and smiles down at your erection, “There we go, good boy. Now we can enjoy each other’s company more properly, little one. Let’s get you washed so we can have some fun.”

Like Drelfrumm, Lilltra soaps up her claws and begins washing your face and chest, but unlike your blue friend, she doesn’t stop there or just give your cock a tug with a playful grin, instead continuing to wash down your entire body with both her claws, feeling your skin with her pads and tips as she cleans you by inches, exploring the shape of your shoulders and back, the curve of your buttocks, and the outline of your legs. Judging by the way she nuzzles and plants warm kisses with her periwinkle lips across your chest repeatedly, and moreso her flanks thrusting up and down as she brushes her soapy claws over your body, she’s enjoying this very much, but there’s something so sweet in the tenderness of her touching that if it weren’t for the liquor, you’d think you might be getting feelings for her. Unlike the boisterousness of the other dragons, she also is more talkative, asking you about growing up on the farms of the south of the continent- which is incredibly dull but she still seems to want to know all the details- and telling you of the long flights she’s taken over the city at sunset, to the white sand beaches of the northern coasts, maybe sometime she can show you, if you’re going to stay, of course. She raises her tail with a bubbly little toot, pivoting and pressing you against the shower wall after smiling at your grimace for such a teeny fart, rubbing her musky rump all over you as she farts deeper and longer, chiding you for your complaints on the smell by telling you that you should have offered to wash beneath her tail for her; now, you’ll just have to smell her big bottom in all its fat stinky glory, pawing herself with a huff as she gases up the entire shower space. As she finishes rubbing in a smaller poot, she pushes you downward with her butt and then removes her anus, giving your face a nice washing as she feels you with a claw under her tail, rising her haunches up a little so she can smush you to the wall again, this time with her other lilac lips, scrubbing her vagina deep into your features as she moans and pants.

“Just… a little taste for now, friend…” she catches her breath a moment as she lifts her pussy off of you a minute later, turning off the water and motioning you out to dry, “I wanted to see how nice… mmhnn… you’d feel in there. But we’re going to go have some real fun now. Come with me.”

Back into her “armpit” you go, as you wonder if this is her preferred way of carrying humans, though thankfully she did take the time to actually wash herself, hindquarters excluded. You’ve been around enough dragons all day to know that’s because she intends to enjoy you back there, but though her dragon farts stank as badly as any other’s, you’re looking forward to her playing with you more. You consider this might be the spell she cast earlier as your erection has not gone down, though it feels more warm and pleasant than uncomfortable, especially as Lilltra sets you back down at the booth and gives your dick a pat with her foreclaw.

“Don’t go anywhere, my friend! I’ll be right back, and…” she eyes Drelfrumm and the silver male seriously, “Don’t let these two have fun with you while I’m gone, okay?”

Drelfrumm holds you against his belly while he purrs and chats with his silver friend. Finishing his drink with a belch towards the other dragon’s snout to stay compliant with Lilltra’s command, he asks how you’re enjoying the evening and liking the other dragons. Fun, however rude and disgusting, you concede, as the silver dragon toasts the sentiment, asking the same question as everyone else, if you’re planning on staying at the inn. He does have room in his cave just west of town, though he has a badger friend you’ll have to share it with, nodding towards a booth where several badgers are drinking together and enjoying a couple of human seats, switching who gets to sit on their heads as the badgers fart loudly in their faces and slap their furry knees. So not one, but two different species of gassy animal to smell on a daily basis- technically fewer than you’ve already smelt today, but this dragon’s offer doesn’t seem completely serious.

“Hello, little human! I have returned with a gift for us to enjoy, my small friend,” Lilltra saunters down the stairs clad in an enormous pair of dragon panties, their colors opposite to hers- pink with a large periwinkle heart sewn into the seat, you see as she pauses at the base of the staircase to turn and show you with a giggle. She meanders back towards your booth as you hear the other dragons calling out compliments about how those panties look wonderful and how nice and soft they must be, several dragons encouraging her to get a human or two down in them as they paw themselves at the thought; unlike human catcalls, the randy reptiles seem more interested in what Lilltra is going to do with those panties than how attractive they are covering her rear, although they do fit her quite nicely. She smiles at you when she gets back, Drelfrumm and silver fur telling her they look lovely and hoping she’ll enjoy making them very stinky, to which the light purple female huffs and replies oh, yes, she most certainly will be, turning to you with a nod as she climbs partway into the booth to rest her head on your lap, eyelids narrowed as she blinks at you slowly, asking if you’re ready. There’s no question of how ready she is as she rubs her scaly chin against your arousal, and you hear a bumping sound nearby and lean forward to see the dragon is grinding herself into the side of the booth, clearly in heat as Prexa was earlier, and you nod nervously as she smiles wide enough to show her teeth. Pulling back the rim of the front of her panties, she lifts you with the thumb-digit of her foreclaw above your belly, then lowers you down inside slowly, purring all the while as you feel the smooth cloth brushing along the backs of your legs and up your lower back, as down into the panties and against the warm fur of her loins you go, that now-familiar scent of dragon musk filling your nostrils. When you’re all the way down, the rim across the back of your head as your ankles and feet are almost touching her anus and the heat from her sex spills across your belly and chest, gently, gently brushing your skin as you can feel how much she wants to spill more then her warmth, you feel the brush of her claw across your shoulders and back as she reaches down inside to pet you.

“I can feel that nice little penis of yours along my taint, sweet human,” Lilltra purrs and huffs as she starts to press you more firmly against the lilac folds, the warm stickiness of her labia and loin fur providing a strange and pleasing textural contrast, “Why don’t we get you deep, deep inside my dragon pussy so you can feel me all over your body, hmmm?”

You feel her laying down across the booth as you’re shifted against her large warm body, the front of her panties keeping you pressed up against her warm loins as the dragon’s hot privates rest across your chest, fur over your arms and shoulders, the upper edge of her sex sticky and musky as it smushes into your face. Lilltra gives a loud huff as she starts wiggling, moving you down in her panties to feel your features rubbing over the edges of her dragon vagina, laying and grinding herself firmly onto your head like this as she pants and exhales long and slow above. She needs you deep inside her but wants to savor every little moment of this game, wants to feel your skin against these sensitive places of her massive body, and so she grinds on you a moment more before she stars humping down across you, the sticky folds of her labia slapping across your face and chest as the dragon thrusts and thrusts, concentrating the motion to just her flanks and pelvis, gripping against you with those muscles as she begins to swallow your head and shoulders and arms into her wet, hot lilac cavern. Deeper, stickier, slippery wet flesh sinks over you headfirst now as she sits up and gradually adjusts your position with her claw, and you feel yourself sliding smoothly up into her sexual space as she sits down with your head and shoulders inside her, her vagina taking you in up to your legs as the world becomes a slimy tunnel of lilac lighted flesh. Her claw brushes down your legs and the bases of your feet, the fur around her pussy brushing the sides of your legs as she feels you midway up her sex, taking a moment to pet you as she inhales and exhales through her large nostrils, your smaller nostrils filled with her sticky musk, then she removes her claw, using her vaginal muscles once more to do the rest, stopping to huff and clench and pulse around your little cock crossing her threshold, prodding from her labia to her vuvla, sending a shudder through her entire body as there’s a splash across your forehead of what smells like sweet dragon pre cum- blackberries- and then she gives one last long pull and sucks the rest of you inside her.

“Hrrmnn… enjoy… huh, huh, huhhhnn…. l-little one…” her voice sounds so faint you strain to hear over the continual shift and suckle and squelching of the flesh all around you, a warm and sticky rhythm that is so smooth you could almost lie down and fall asleep in here, “Just… relax and… have fun in me…”

The walls pulse and shift slowly across your skin, like breathing, almost like your own, the smell is warm and musky, a little different from her leg pit. She clenches and pulses once in a while, like Frix or Prexa, sending oscillating ripples through those vacillating walls, gripping firm against your penis with the entirety of her enveloping vagina, but it doesn’t seem as if she minds if either of you get off, she makes no effort to stir herself to climax, just enjoying the sheer pleasure of having you tucked away inside her loins. It is such a different sensation, as though she were snuggling you with her vagina, sometimes giving you a gripping embrace, but mostly just holding you inside her special dragon place, the wet suckling sounds of her flesh muffling the outside raucousness to a dull buzz, the sweat of your skin intermingled with that of her secret flesh. Sometime later, with another little clench, you feel her beginning to trickle more sticky warmth onto you, the thicker slime a light purple secretion which dribbles in brief spurts down your forehead and chin and chest, splattering your back and shoulders from above, as she starts to orgasm in little turns. You can hear a whining moan without as she climaxes onto you for several long minutes, taking her time here as with her enjoyment elsewhere, splatters and splotches that drip and ooze across your whole body in little bursts instead of a sudden deluge, making her pussy and your skin smell strongly of blackberries, sliding down your legs to spill out of her folds and stain her lower fur and across the front of her panties. And when she has finished she lies back and pants and growls low and satisfied, patting the outer edge of her sex and telling you what a nice and wonderful little human you are, and you’re still busy catching your own breath to reply because the whole experience was so warm and sensual you don’t realize for a moment you also came sometime in the middle of her orgasm.

“Mmmm… did you have fun in there too, little one?” Lilltra rests a claw on the outside of her panties as she pushes you back out of her, giving you a moment to readjust to the lights of the bar, before fishing you out with her claw and bringing you to her smiling maw. “Oh my! Looks like I made someone very wet and sticky, hee hee!”

Drelfrumm and the silver dragon clap and bang their glasses upon the table as they chuckle at your cum-soaked body, saying it looks like someone had a very fun time. Lilltra purrs and pops your legs between her lips to clean you like Frix did, slurping her seed and your own from your loins and spent cock, which makes you halfway erect again thanks to her showertime spell. She cleans every part of your body with her huge mouth and forked tongue, from the bases of your feet to your forehead and hair, buttocks and armpits included, licking and kissing your face repeatedly when she’s finished. Then she exhales onto you from her nostrils, rubbing her fat belly with a claw, gasping as she realizes she was so eager to suck you clean, you didn’t get a taste of her seed. Back down in the panties you go as she pushes your head back into her vulva to have you lick it from the source, smiling as this causes great amusement to the nearby dragons, male and female cheering for her. She rubs her belly as it grumbles above you, shifting you deeper into her stained panties with a claw, maneuvering you around her backside and beneath her tail, sitting her big scaly butt down on you and wiggling her haunches to get her warm pucker across your face.

“Ready to smell my dragon farts, little one?” Lilltra calls down to you as she scoots her scaly bottom across your chest and features, as you’re now reminded by the pungent smell of her pucker that she didn’t wash herself back here in the shower earlier, “I’m going to enjoy making you a veeeeery stinky human…”

You’re pressed against the back of her panties by the warm weight of her butt scales, the fat female sweating on top of you as she shifts and rubs her rear end around your face for a little while, acquainting your nose intimately with the smell of her anus, which smells no better than any of the other dragons you’ve been under today, though at least hers is clean outside of being wet and musky. Her tail hole opens with a few small toots and warm pooters, spluttering and hissing and actually reminding you a little of Fulvern’s butt, Lilltra filling her panties with quite a stench despite her smaller farts, giggling and jerking the rim back a few times to help air things out when her nasty silent farts are too much for your nose. She rubs around for awhile and just lets the remainder linger, enjoying your nose and cheeks against her tail hole, as much as she calls down to inform you of this, and you can hear the other dragons chuckling, along with the sound of her bowels grumbling above from her building pressure. She stops rubbing her rump against you a moment and shifts her great weight slightly, as you feel the warm folds of her tail hole distend with a glimmer of lilac light form her bowels and a powerful frrrummpppllltt, that big dragon fart rumbling out of her for six full seconds, sending a new wave of stink into your nose and filling her panties with the festering fumes, groaning as you shout up at her for more air. She obliges you with a gentle giggle, reaching her claw down to pet you before farting again, another deep frrrunmpptt followed by a wetter pluurrrppbbtt as you hear her sigh and grimace as she starts slowly rubbing in those gassy smells, her anus sliding stickily across your cheeks, your own and the sweat from her bottom staring to leave a wet patch along the seat of her panties. She sits a moment and then starts passing a series of rapid little toots- the light from her large intestine like a candle sputtering- which culminate in a massive prrrammpppnntt, as you squirm and shout up at her until she gives you another little airing out, the muffled sounds of the other dragons’ laughter at her noisy farts and your visible squirming reaching your ears.

“Sorry, little one. Hope it isn’t… prubblltt! Ahh… hope it isn’t too… frrruppttt! Hee hee, they just keep on… prrfftt… bubbling on out of me, don’t they, sweet one? Anyway, if it gets… frrnnntt… ahhh… if it gets too stinky for you, just shout into my butt, okay? I’ve got a… flurrrmppnnt… ahhhh, mnnn… I’ve got a lot more in me, so just keep letting me know when your cute nose needs a little break, okay?”

Lilltra continues sitting on you and wiggling her big periwinkle backside, farting and sighing above as she relieves plenty more dragon gas. You can feel that she’s also adjusted her seating so she can tickle the tops of your feet and toes with the sticky edges of her vagina, but although she could probably get off with you again if she wanted, you have the feeling she just likes how your body feels against her pussy, and could sit on you like that even if she didn’t have gas. Which for now, she most certainly does, farting and rubbing and scooting and giggling and pulling back her panties when you need a little breather. You like the way she brushes your face with her claw to reassure you when she airs things out, even if she does scoot her wrinkled pucker back into position soon afterwards, and her rumbling anus provides the only light in the hot and sweaty and horribly stinking darkness of her dragon panties. After another ten minutes- probably? All of this excitement has made it harder and harder to keep track of time, her butt almost as disorienting as her vagina- you feel her claw wrapping around your back as she scoops you up out of the sweaty panties, bringing you up to the soft pink fur of her chest as she purrs loudly and rests her chin across your shoulders as you lay across her, sweating and stinking of her many dragon farts.

“What a sweet and comfy little human!” the periwinkle dragon purrs as she nuzzles into your hair, exhaling sharply from her nostrils as she groans and withdraws her nose, “Pheeew! I can smell I certainly met the goal of making you a stinky human indeed, pee yew!” she chuckles and fans a claw in front of her face, “Let’s get you washed up again, little one. I really need to pee after that first cocktail anyway.”

Back under the dragon’s again-sweaty leg pit and back to the bathrooms again you go, both you and Lilltra groaning as a black dragon is creating a terrible stink in one of the stalls. She lies you down on your back in the shower, steeping forward and squatting overtop of you as her vagina parts with a long and steady steam of warm dragon piss, the big female peeing primarily across your face for a solid minute, sighing and moaning as she relieves herself and her urine gurgles down the nearby drain. She waggles her flanks to shake a few droplets from her urethra, and then stands and helps you up with a giggle, starting the water and letting you adjust it how you prefer. You sigh as she washes you with her big smooth claws, feeling the damp fur of her ankles brush across you as she appreciates you enjoying the textures of her body as much as she enjoys your skin. A nice toweling later and you return to the tavern with a happy and humming Lilltra to join your friends at the booth as the silver dragon introduces you to his badger friend, who immediately shakes your hand with his paw before pulling you into his warm, musky fur for a big badger hug; you shake your head internally as you start to wonder why you bothered with the last shower.

As you’re chatting and being rubbed across silver dragon’s warm shiny dick, you turn as several dragons clap and call out as Rhyta descends the staircase, the old olive female shaking her head as she smiles at them and heads to the bar to order a glass of wine. Padding over to your booth, Rhyta nudges you with her snout and purrs, asking if you would like to join her for a little while, and you follow her back to join the white dragon from earlier, seated with his bat buddy across his belly, along with Brummox and Noah, the green dragon’s diaper thankfully clean this time. Following a sip of her wine, which tastes like sweet cherries, the female huffs and whispers to you that she’s in the mood for you with a little kiss on the cheek, and sets her glass down on the table as her warm scales and fat frame collapse on top of you, her yellow-green underbelly shifting across you as she moans above, the sticky, sweaty folds of her dragon pussy grinding side to side across your head until your face squelches between her loins as her muffled pleasured cry sends the other dragons clapping. The large olive female pleasures herself across you head for several minutes, and judging by her vigorous humping, what might be considered elderly among humans has not slowed her down one bit, although as things start to get a little wetter and stickier along your cheeks, you smell… pickles? The horny female lumbers off of you as she sits back in the booth, brushing and licking some of her cum from your cheek off the back of her claw, the other dragons nearly in tears at your confusion as she grins widely and winks at you.

“They don’t call me ‘pickle pussy’ around the Drunk for nothing, little one,” Rhyta huffs as she brings you to her lips for a big smooch and the customary licking clean, which you’re noticing most dragons seem to really enjoy after climaxing on you, “Now… how about I give you a big stinky kiss with my tail end, hmm?”

And so the night goes- time spent smelling more gassy dragon rumps, starting with a raunchy, rumbling Rhyta as the other dragons turn in their booths to cheer her on, encouraging her to make you stink, a trip to the shower as she washing you with her big claws, back to the booths for more big dragon butts- a literal rinse and repeat. The red dragon you met earlier tucks you beneath his big tail, as you feel the smooth scales of another dragon’s rear sandwiching you from the other side, both holes blasting your cheeks with bubbling dragon farts as their claws reposition you for filthier farts flush with their respective puckers. You’ve decided to switch to tonic water flavored with citrus at Mersila’s suggestion, considering you’re feeling lightheaded enough from all the musk and gas, which of course the fluffy purple dragon ordering a drink shows you is great for causing gas- burping loudly in your face with a chuckle before he curls you into his rump to fart all over your face- at both ends! Prix and Frix pad over to you as you’re being cuddled by Drelfrumm on the rug- the dragon shooing away more than one especially rude reptile who squats down low to try and fart in both of your faces- and the fat females carry you back to their booth as a possum watches and paws herself while they show you they slippery pleasures of being inside not one, but two big dragon pussies at once, both dragons competing to see if they will be the one to get you to climax into them as they take turns with your lower and upper body, the twins not listening to the fact that you’re a little spent for tonight; they aren’t, and you’re drenched in warm blueberry slime again and again. Murang shows you a fun position known as the pleasure pretzel with another fluffy eastern friend, both grinding you between the soft shifting bodies vigorously until your shoulders and back are doused in their sweet, sticky seed, and you find yourself trapped soon after between the light green and copper cocks of Brummox and Vulgrust, the males huffing and humping along your smaller body just like the rats playing with the ermine in the alley this afternoon. You’re grateful for the breaks between the excitement, venturing to chat with the other humans about your experiences growing up, life in Igrandanmyr, and life with the anthros and dragons, sipping your same glass of lemon-flavored tonic as you watch the dragons laughing and playing with their friends, pulled back into the sweaty, flatulent fun as another familiar or unfamiliar beast pads over on all fours to place a smooth claw on your leg, licking their lips with a twinkle in their eye before they scoop you up with said foreclaw for more festivities, your human companions bidding you good luck before they’re subject to the same.

The festivities wind down as midnight approaches, dragon guests departing as the residents head the way of Rhyta earlier, back up the stairs and to their respective rooms. Many have shifts earlier tomorrow with their jobs, Brummox informs you as he heads upstairs, so the Drunken Dragon closes earlier than the taverns near city center. Tim waves to the twins that he’ll be up in a little while, helping to gather plates and glasses along with Noah and Paul, as Murang and Lorna head to the kitchen to help Vulgrust with the washing up, Drelfrumm yawning as he rubs a claw across your shoulders and explaining it’s their turn to help clean, before heading back to his own room, pausing on the stairs to say he hopes you’ll join him soon. You feel a little awkward standing around while the others are working, but Mersila informs you that you’re a guest tonight so you don’t need to do anything, as Paul joins you from the kitchen to ask if you’d like to join him and Murang for a last nightcap? The maple shot is as sweet and spicy as before, the fluffy golden dragon toasting with you both to a fun and enjoyable evening well spent as he explains that he and Paul have a tradition of three shots each on a work night, his human adding that Murang is especially good at avoiding getting hungover since he drinks a ton of water to enjoy a lengthy morning piss on him, the dragon huffing and laughing as he curls partway around you and says he can pee all over you tomorrow if you’d like to join him instead, maybe curl his soft balls against your shaft and piss into his fur, carrying you to the shower, grinding his musky morning sac into your face… there’s all sorts of fun things he can do to you with his long soft body… You pet his chest nervously as you reply that you’ll consider. Paul and Murang wish you goodnight and head upstairs, Mersila informing you that this sort of partner exchange is very common, as dragons are very fond of sharing their friends and their farts with each other’s little friends.

“Speaking of…” Mersila calls you by your name as she meets your eyes with her own green gaze, lifting the gate of the counter to invite you behind the bar, “I’ve been a very patient reptile all day, little one. I don’t like stealing you away while others are having their fun, but now that everyone else has left or is readying for bed… let’s play awhile.”

The large pink dragon shows you a massive cushion she keeps behind the bar for such purposes, and you can’t help but notice it’s stained a little brown and looks flat from plenty of usage. Mersila chuckles as she tells you not to worry, she wiped and washed back there earlier, so her tail end is clean, pushing you down onto the cushion gently with the base of her foreclaw. She brings the downy surface of her loins down across your face, purring as she brushes you with the green fur and blue feathers as her warm pink pussy finds its place gradually over your cheeks, sliding down to take your head inside as the dragon gasps and moans loudly, pressing and rubbing herself down as everything turns sticky and pink. Mersila rubs and bounces on you for several minutes, a steady squelch sucking sound filling your ears as her sleek sex shifts and grips over your features, then pauses to catch her breath as she pants and sweats, withdrawing herself as she breaks a strand of warm slime smelling of grapefruit- just a little taste for now, it is late and she wants the energy to enjoy you more than just once. She stands and pivots, bringing her huge hindquarters down as the other dragons have before, the warm and sweaty smell of her wrinkled pucker pursed hotly across your face as she sits on you and wiggles her haunches and farts and farts again and again, shifting down for the smell and to speak to you between passing her dragon gas.

“Thank you for indulging me, little one. I trust you’ve made up your mind whether or not you’ve decided to stay? After I’m- ffrrupppnnnnt… mmnnn… after I’m done farting, why don’t you go and find a nice dragon friend to sleep with, hmm? Drelfrumm won’t mind, as I said earlier, we love sharing. Just go knock on their door and they’ll invite you in- prupptt!… ahh… my own bedroom is open to you as well. I would very much enjoy spending the night together, though… these smells are what you have to look forward to from any of us come the morning, hmm hmm…”

You consider all of this as you lay beneath her fat bottom in the growing cloud of her farts as she sits back down over your face and wiggles. These dragons certainly seem fond of your company, and with all the affection, however disgusting much of it might have been, you’d never be without friends if you remained at the inn. Okay then, that settles that, you decide as Mersila’s anus blows a wet squeak across your nose- you’ll stay. Now, the question becomes which dragon will you join for the night? That is of course, once this pink one finally finishes farting in your face.