Stay at the Conch

You decide to remain at the tavern for a little while, petting across Drelfrumm’s chest as he pats your shoulder with a claw before departing. Not wanting to end up like the man you see being pulled from his booth by the paws of a panther and carried back to the other side of the room to serve as a seat cushion- though his friends laugh and call out their encouragement, at least until a couple wide wolves head over with tails a-wagging to do the same to them- you head back to the bar and start to order a drink, just a cool water for the warm summer weather, not wanting to spend the afternoon drinking with another rowdy night at the inn to look forward to, only to realize you don’t have any money. Thankfully a portly porcupine is kind enough to help out, buying your drink with a sangria for herself, asking only for a big hug in return, tittering at you as she holds out her arm to show you that her quills are folded down and you won’t get punctured- they feel a little like running your hand over a firmer row of wheat. She wraps you in her arms and smushes your head between her big soft breasts, the shorter fuzzier fur there brushing across both cheeks as she embraces you for a solid minute before setting you back down with a smile; not too musky, and very soft. She tells you that you’re more than welcome to join her at her booth after you’re done with your drink, brushing your cheek with the soft back of her paw before sauntering off with her glass, and you watch her for a moment before heading back to your own booth.

You sip your water as you wonder if the sound of the accordion is something you’ll grow accustomed to if you spend another couple days dockside, or if it’s more common to this specific tavern. The leopard shrugs when you ask him, stretching as he grabs the toad with a snicker, rubbing the amphibian’s nose into his fuzzy balls as he heads out of the tavern with his companion. The tapir finishes the second helping of potatoes he’s ordered and then decides he’d best be headed back to work as well, leaving you alone in the booth as you watch one of the card-playing alligators shout and bang the table as one of the human players tells him to Sniff Tail, the entire group sharing a laugh and a toast to a good game. A green dragon who has been sleeping on a rug next to the bar yawns and stretches, staring in your direction with a smile as he opens his big emerald eyes, and you’re wondering if he’s going to come over and ask you to play when two other anthros approach. The otter asks if he can join you at your booth while his much larger panda companion slides in alongside you, both setting down glasses of a clear liquor as they take their seats.

“I am called Rang, and my friend is Chobun,” you notice that the otter has a bracelet of large blue beads around his wrist as you shake his webbed paw, receiving a heartier handshake from the panda as she pats your head with her own paw.

You ask about the beads and the otter explains he is a monk of the water goddess Akwatishikoto, asking if you’ve heard of Ami’Dala or the Chilang islands east of the continent, and you shake your head no. No trouble, he explains, as they are quite far, but… you have seen the serpentine dragons with antlers and fur of course, to which you say yes, and the otter informs you that all of these dragons can trace their lineage back to the Isle of Mountains and likely Ami’Dala as well, further adding that those without fur have their origins more generally in the Chilang islands. You’re fascinated as you’ve never heard of any of these places, and it isn’t long before Rang offers you a sip of his rice wine and begins to tell you of the great misty city, built in the valley of the Golden Eagle peaks, streets splendid with the smells of cinnamon and cardamom, turmeric and ginger, wafting from between the fruit stalls where you can buy apples and cherries and plums year round. The liquor has a hint of a sweet aftertaste, crisp on the palate but not as sugary as the wine you tried with the dragons last night, thinking of Murang as the otter recounts how the dragons would parade through the streets every year after the harvest festival, shaking their great manes with their whiskers dancing, gulping down a few lucky onlookers to fill their bellies or shoving them up their anuses or vaginas to carry to the valleys for a few hours of pleasure, the air thick with the smell of musky fur and fresh dragon flatulence. You aren’t so sure about that last part, but Chobun laughs and says that dragons are regarded even more highly on the isles than in Igrandranmyr, attended to in many villages and cities like kings, fed and washed and pampered and pleasured.

“If that’s the case,” you ask over the sounds of another shanty being sung off key by a few sharks who’ve had too much to drink, “As nice as Igrandranmyr seems to be, why should anyone ever want to leave such a paradise?”

“Ah, I wish I could tell you it was just the spice trade, people coming to settle down after long journeys, dragons doing the same,” Rang stares down into his cup as he swirls his drink with a tilt of his paw, “But there is another reason.”

The otter tells you of the events that occurred 1000 years ago, and again 400 years ago, of a terrible incursion upon the misty city and the villages in the surrounding hills and mountains by evils spirits, bringing with them sickness and decay. Normally, he explains, such spirits are not a problem, and can be driven out with offerings to the gods and the aid of ancestral Spirits, channeled by monks like himself, and of course the many magical wards and barriers set up by the dragons to protect everyone. Yet evil spirits are as crafty as they are malevolent, Rang continues, and as shrines and temples were left dusty and neglected as more people moved to the capital city, cracks in the outer barriers in the distant peaks went unattended for many years, and those natural emotions of fear, jealousy, hatred, and anger, lurking in the murky depths of human and anthro spirits, called out to the evil spirits and slowly gave them more power. Each time, the plagues lasted for a full decade, and each time, neighbor began to blame neighbor, and some blamed the priests and gods and dragons for being unable to protect them. So those who could fled to the central continent, across the vast sea and did not return, seeking a new life and prosperity when Igrandranmyr was barely large enough to be considered a proper town.

“But if you want my thoughts on it all,” Rang paused and took another drink, setting the empty glass down on the table with a thud, “The people are themselves as much to blame as anything else. I have heard many stories from dragons I have met here who lived during those troubled times, and it was only through everyone’s efforts and combined rituals that the spirits could be exorcised for good. The hole in the barrier allowed the spirits inside, but the hole in our hearts allowed them to spread. I think we should have stood united, village to village, and it would have been a matter of months, not years, to drive the evil away.”

You sit quietly a moment, considering these events as Rang adopts a more cheerful expression, placing his paw across your hand.

“But the continent has seen her share of troubles too, yes? I am sure the Windbourne Riders and other dragons have stories of driving out demons and evil spirits as well. We must thank the gods and Spirits we live in such peaceful times, and celebrate with each other!”

You’re happy to toast to that sentiment, the otter and panda laughing as the monk notes the other animals certainly enjoying their time with each other as the flatulence of several sailors and workers resounds from the opposite side of the tavern as they sit on their smaller friends. Chobun rubs your shoulder with a large paw, huffing as she tells you she wouldn’t mind having a little fun of her own with you, as Rang chuckles, adding that you are a very cute human. The panda tugs at your pants and underwear, sliding her paw inside as she undoes the buttons and you gasp as you feel the smooth leathery surface of her pad and the soft fur of her digits brushing along the length of your dick, Chobun huffing as she pulls off your boots and goes to work with your stockings in turn, brushing the back of her large black paw across your legs as she unbuttons your shirt before petting across your chest and belly. The problem of what do with your clothes is quickly solved as Rang goes to retrieve a woven square basket near the entrance, giving it to the bartender who passes it to his newt assistant who takes it to a store room for safekeeping, as Chobun hugs you between her boobs like the porcupine did earlier and carries you over to a free space at a nearby booth. She sits down and turns you over to sit across the fur and fat of her soft white belly, giggling as she presses her big panda boobs together on either side of your face while Rang sits across from you panting and tugging at his exposed otter penis, having left his loincloth with your clothes in storage. He tells you not to worry as you stare at him a moment, pausing his masturbation to inform you that there are no celibate religious orders in Ami’Dala, and that according to the sacred texts, Akwatashikoto would not have any problem with these sorts of activities.

“And since you’re wondering, human,” Chobun sets you down on your back in the booth as she hovers her fat panda bear buttocks over you, “We gran pandas are larger than the smaller panda species you’ll see here. My ancient ancestors mated with dragons, and it definitely affected our size…” her buttocks plop down on your chest and face with an audible squash as her fur and fat presses you down into the brown booth cushion, unwashed odor flooding your nostrils as you groan, “And our smells!”

Her soft and musky butt cheeks pinning your shoulders and chest, you feel her rank rump shifting over you as she passes a deep prrammppnntt into your face, a few smaller poots following behind it before her pink panda pucker finds purchase on your nose. At least, you suppose it’s pink, not being able to see anything down here and the stench from her powerful fart and stinking butt crack definitely making you start to consider otherwise; the stink reminds you a bit of being coiled in Murang’s butt actually, though of course dragon hindquarters are very different from anthro buttocks and you aren’t sure if it’s just her earlier words making you compare the odors. She grunts with satisfaction as she presses her anus across your nose and passes another frrrunnpptt, making you groan and cough as the smell multiples terribly with her initial fart, and Chobun scoots off with a snicker as she sits on your chest and fans a paw in front of your face, teasing as she wiggles her hips that you haven’t smelt a gran panda before if those little toots are already getting to you. You can hear Rang moan as he keeps pawing and watching his friend have her fun- he has no desire to lend you a paw, you realize as the panda’s big sweaty butt plops back down on your face, nor do the kangaroo or iguana you’re sharing the booth with, both anthros too busy stinking up their own smaller seats. Chobun passes a lengthy prrrammppbbnntt, her furry butt cheeks pressing and sweating on either side of your face cheeks as she takes her time smearing that one into your nose, following it up with an equally potent prrrubbbnntt, her powerful panda pooters lasting several seconds each and festering for far longer as the sweaty fur of her black buttocks keeps your nose right where she wants it. You shout up at her as that second fart makes things too rotten to bear beneath the bear again, and she scoots her big butt down with a snicker as before, teasing you as you feel her playing with your penis with her paw.

“Mmm… frrrupptt…ahhh… prubbtt… heheh…” her laughter and sounds of enjoyment are muffled by her fat furry fanny until she scoots off your head again, giggling as she feels how sweaty her bottom has left your face, “Just a few more now, my cute cushion. Prrupptt… fruppnntt…ahhh… let’s see how your little nose likes the last couple, shall we?”

You groan and sigh beneath her gassy bear bottom for a few minutes more, hearing her bowels grumbling above before she farts again across your face. The soft fur of her buttocks sweats and brushes your cheeks and chin and upper chest as she scoots in the smells, just shifting and growling with pleasure as her pungent panda pooters linger thickly in your nostrils, the wet wrinkled ring of her rectum pressed hot onto your nose. Rubbing in one last good brrummppnntt which tapers off in a little squeak, the gassy gran panda sits and sweats a bit as she catches her breath, before you feel Chobun’s soft weight rising off of you, sitting up in the booth as you wipe a bit of her butt sweat from your face, able to smell the stink her butt left on you. You ask Rang where the showers are, but the otter chuckles as he explains there’s no need, running the tip of his paw along the beads of his bracelet which flash with blue light as he recites a magic spell, and you feel a cool rush of water all around your body, looking down to see your skin is encapsulated as though you were wearing clothing made of a flowing river. With a snap of his paw tips, the water evaporates instantly, leaving you clean and dry, and the iguana asks if you can do the same for her human as she snuggles him into her scaly boobs, before you see Chobun’s softer set headed for you as she lays on top of you and smushes you into the booth beneath her bosom.

“You did good smelling my big butt, human,” Chobun grinds your face between her breasts as her soft furry body presses you into the booth, “Now, I want to feel your face in my panda pussy.”

The great big gran panda sits up across your chest as you notice the silver ribbon tied about her waist again, fastened in a bow just under her tail. You manage to ask about it before you feel her huge hips sink down across your shoulders and the musk of her loins envelops your face, which soon makes full contact with her other pink flesh. As ripe as her panda pussy smells, you are at least confident it’s cleaner than her other end, feeling the shifting of her hips as she starts bouncing and humping your face with a steady slapping sound from her wet flesh across yours, explaining as she huffs that the sash represents the gran pandas’ eternal bond with their dragon brethren, worn by all members of her kind. She sits and scoots slowly for a while as you breath in the warm scent of her sex, feeling her labia and vagina slipping across your chin to your forehead and cheek to cheek as she explores every inch of your head, the soft fur of her inner thighs brushing your chest as her legs keep your shoulders pinned down. You’re a bit surprised it doesn’t smell fruity and wonderful when you feel the hot spat of her cumming sometime later, then remember you’re under an anthro and not a dragon so everything still just smells musky and wet as she sits there and pants on top of you for a little while as she catches her breath and rubs her slimy sex around your face.

“Well, this has certainly been fun,” Rang smiles as the panting panda rolls off of you, bringing you back to her belly so she can sandwich your head between her boobs again, “Though Chobun and I should probably get going. She has to get ready for her shift at the Hare on the Hill and I have my shrine duties to attend to.”

The otter gives you a big hug as you feel his cock brush against your own, Rang smiling as he gets a little pre on your belly; it almost feels strange to hug an anthro who’s only slightly bigger than you. He rubs a paw on your shoulder as he brings his fuzzy face close to yours, close enough to feel his whiskers brush your cheek.

“It was a pleasure meeting you today, my friend,” the otter gives you another long hug and you can feel him aroused near your navel, “I’d love to play with you myself, but I think the shrine dragons might be a bit jealous if I got off with you before I played with them. But come visit us at the Akwatashikoto shrine near the city’s western gate, a little ways past all these taverns. I’d love to show you around and I know our dragons would love to seat… er, haha… meet you as well.”

You aren’t sure if he misspoke or not on that last sentence, given your experience with dragons here, but you thank him and bid them farewell as he and Chobun leave the tavern. You’re heading back to the bar to ask for your clothing back so you can make your way back to the docks- knowing you won’t have a chance to get back unperturbed walking nude past a dozen taverns packed with horny, gassy talking animals- when you hear a shout of “hey, human!” and find yourself snatched by the slippery fin of a sweaty sea lion. You might have been a little quicker in getting to the bar, but a hippo was ordering a drink and of the two butts you could have ended up smelling, the sea lion’s might have been the better option, you consider as he carries you back to the booth he’s sharing with his fellow sailors, all clapping and barking cheers that they’ve got a second human to play with. His blubbery gray rump squashes down on your head like their other little playmate, sweat-stinking pucker opening with a nasty frrapppttt as a rotten odor like low tide fills your nose, and you wonder if a single hippo would have smelled worse as his butt lifts with a flabby squelch a few farts later and down bounces another, gray buttocks jiggling and sweating as the sea lion’s warm anus opens with a loud and smelly fart. You’re squashed and stunk as blubbery buttocks plop down and rub in sweat and warm fishy flatulence, the five sea lions laughing and slapping each other’s butts as they break wind, taking huge swigs of ale as they sit and swat at their cocks with their finned paws and chuckle at the stench they’re producing.

One gives you a noseful of his musky balls for a bit after they’re all gassed out sometime later, then they let you and the other sailor go with a few pats on the head with their fins, but not before a sandwiching squash for both humans between two pairs of sleek-blubbered bellies. The other sailor offers to buy you a drink for enduring the stink with him, but you decline as you head for the bathroom, wanting to wash off the incredible stench those musky males rubbed and passed on you. A lynx belches as he pats his squirming belly and moves past you with a small fart, commenting that it’s time for him to dump breakfast so he can make room for lunch, as you get the feeling the friend in his stomach isn’t the only one making a trip through his insides this afternoon, heading through the bathroom door behind him. The stone floor here isn’t as nice as the wooden one back at the Drunk, you notice as you observe a red dragon emptying her bladder onto a ferret at the urinal trough, though at least things seem clean, outside of the elephant and walrus stinking up two of the six stalls as you see the lynx sitting down in a third and a few poopy paw prints leading to one of the showers. You decide to complain to the bartender about that one, as you start the water and grimace at the bit of filth that didn’t get washed down the drain from whatever prey was cleaning themselves in this shower last, standing back before you step under the shower head and reach for the soap. It’s a basic floral scent, but you probably shouldn’t have expected anything fancy in a cheap tavern like this one, and you relax under the hot water until the sound of heavy footfalls from the other side of the curtain causes you to tense up, before a big paw yanks back the white cloth.

“There’s the cute little human!” the pudgy porcupine from earlier steps into the shower, the smell coming from her fur filling the space with a foul and musky odor as she draws closer and backs you into the wall, the fat softness of her big belly smushing across your face, “Mmmnn… I wanted to snatch you for myself earlier, but then that panda was enjoying you and all of those sea lions. But thankfully my timing worked out sooo well, because I waited to use the toilet until I saw you heading towards the restrooms.”

She lightens the press of her belly on you, brushing across your cheek with the back of her paw as she licks her lips.

“Tell me, little cutie- how do you feel about wiping up my porcupine poop?”

You grimace as you anticipate the disgusting incoming odors, but then are surprised as she starts to lather your face and chest with her paws, grinning as she whispers, “don’t worry, we’ll get there,” in response to your confused expression. The musky mammal lifts you with both her paws and instead of tucking you between her buttocks straightaway, begins to wash her big body with you instead- humming happily as she cleans her face with yours, down her neck, really taking the time between her boobs along the inside and outside of both soft smelly breasts as she giggles and huffs, then slides you down to scrub her belly. Being her wash rag is an awkward experience as she brushes your face over every inch of her underside, not wanting to make you wash her quills, which wouldn’t harm you folded, but she also wants this to be nice and comfortable, she giggles as her paw shifts you along her hefty hips and thighs. It’s musky but not too bad overall- her foot paws are a little dusty and her groin is fairly ripe, but you grimace as she starts scrubbing in the much stinkier spots, giving you a long and sour noseful of her anthro armpits before bringing you down between her legs to wash the outside and the inside of her slick porcupine pussy. Then she finally brings you around the back side and brushes you down the underside of her tail, the awful smell of her unwiped butt rising into your nostrils as her paw pushes you closer before sticking you deep between the tan fur matted with warm sticky brown. You groan and complain as she giggles, really rubbing your face deep in there as she washes both of her inner butt cheeks along with her anus, poking your nose into her hole as she squeezes out a little prrfft, the lengthy, stinky experience reminding you of showering with Drelfrumm when you first arrived back at the inn yesterday, and as she takes twice the time she spent washing her breasts, all you can do is grimace and wait for her to finish as her large paw keeps your face wedged deep into her dirty butt crack.

“Mmnnn… huhhh… thanks, cute human…” she huffs as she finally pulls your head free with a nasty squelch, covered from forehead to chin in warm porcupine poop as she paws her pussy and brushes a paw down your leg, “That was really nice… mhnnn… let’s get you cleaned up now so I can finish enjoying you in my porcupine pussy, m’kay?”

It is kind of nice being washed by the soft paws and smooth leathery pads of the porcupine; like the dragons after they’re done stinking you up, there’s a sweetness to the intimacy despite the fact that she needs you clean to finish getting off with your face. A long session of head humping later, she releases her paw to let you pull free of her porcupine pussy, giggling as a strand of her cum strings from your cheek to her sex, brushing it off with her paw as she thanks you for the fun and lets you clean. She does turn back to add that she wished she’d gotten to share more porcupine poots with you, but she’s seen you around the docks and will have to come find you when you’re free again sometime, which you realize is going to be most of the time. You finish washing up and grab one of the towels to dry off, heading back to the bar as you sidestep a farting ferret who’s heading for one of the toilets on your way to exit the bathrooms. You’re heading for the counter once more when you hear a deep but sweet voice calling out, “come here, human friend,” and turn to see the green dragon smiling placidly at you as he lies across the rug, sunlight from the window making his emerald scales shimmer.

You’re a bit worried he’ll come over and curl you underneath his tail or rub you into that rug, maybe find a booth to sit on you, but he yawns and continues observing you, purring and smiling until you decide to go over and see what he wants, aware of the possibility it may also be your face in his huge scaly balls. But it turns out dragon just wants to snuggle, pulling you gently to his sun-warmed chest as you relax across his smooth scales, thankfully not getting covered in dragon sweat for now. He purrs deeply in your ear and nuzzles your shoulder with his chin, saying you looked like you could use a good cuddle as you shake your head and explain that you aren’t stressed, merely overwhelmed by the strange and exciting events of the last few days, the big dragon chuckling as he kisses your forehead and tells you that’s what it’s like to live in Igrandranmyr. But… he’ll be quite happy to give you a sniff below his tail or between his balls if you’d like? You shove him as she chuckles and cuddles you to his chest, saying you can’t blame a dragon for asking, and you just relax and listen to his deep purring for a while as the sun warms you both.

“Would you mind doing me a favor?” you ask the dragon as you shift in his forelegs so he’ll let you up, “I agreed to meet some friends at the docks and, um, I’d rather avoid being sidetracked by anything smelly, if you understand my meaning. Could you… walk me back?”

“Certainly, little human, no trouble at all,” the green dragon rises and stretches, a stoat backing away as that scaly tail lifts, and the reptile waggles his rump at him teasingly as the mammal’s friends all laugh, “Get your clothing and we shall journey together.”

The afternoon sun shines down as you journey with the dragon, the sounds of dockworkers and sailors laughing and shouting spilling out from every tavern as the smell of animal flatulence drifts down from a few of the porches where the big anthros are enjoying their smaller friends’ company. You ask what he is doing at the tavern besides enjoying that warm rug, as you didn’t see many dragons inside, and he explains that he’s there to keep an eye on things, being a daydream dragon and you recall Lilltra from the inn and he tells you that yes, he knows her as well. Having a daydream dragon is common at many taverns as the soothing vibes they give off help keep the peace if things get heated and of course he can also just swallow or sit on anyone who doesn’t cooperate, he adds with a chuckle, and you recall Lilltra’s distinctive fur and feathers, asking why he just has scales and fins along his back instead. The dragon stops walking and tells you to come closer, and you back off a few paces when he lifts his hind leg, but he laughs and promises he isn’t trying to pee on you (though he’d love to do so if he actually needed to go). The scales along his inner flank shimmer and a series of glowing lines and curves and dots appear like a vertical tattoo along his leg, which the dragon explains are the hallmark of a daydream dragon.

“We are able to manifest them at will, but the markings are there at birth, just not in the same place on everyone,” he informs you as you reach the edge of the path where the dirt meets the white stone of the docks, “It can be a fun game to play, having a little friend explore your body to try and find them, hee hee.”

“Well, we are here now, friend human,” he gives you one last hug as he pats his claw across your back, “Thank you for cuddling with me. Should you find yourself back at the Conch, I am called Taymor, and would love to see you again. Though I make no promise we won’t have some… smellier fun. Please greet Lilltra for me when next you see her.”

You say goodbye as the green dragon heads back into the maze of taverns and you head up the docks towards the warehouses, spying Drelfrumm heading towards the “love shack” with the baker he was speaking with earlier; he must also be taking his break. Prexa smiles as you approach the warehouse, purring as you pet along her snout before Malory motions you to stand aside as a group of men hauling several chests between them approach, so his dragon can go to sniffing. You hear a shout and an irritable growl as you look to see Noctrus skipping over in your direction, a nearby weasel ducking out of the way just in time as the excited reptile is not watching where he is going. The black dragon nuzzles across your face, telling you he’ll be back in just one moment before he skips back to Amerst and you overhear the tiger first reprimand his companion for dashing off without permission and then begrudgingly telling him he can go on break to hopefully relieve some of that excess energy, before Noctrus skips back to you, apologizing as he barrels over another weasel who stands and dusts his fur after a moment. Weasels and tiger both shout at the dragon to be more careful as Noctrus nods and calls out an apology before turning back to you with a huge grin, maw opening with a steamy huff as his forked silver tongue lolls, and he gives your face a big wet lick and tells you to come with him.

You follow him a short ways from the stone to the fields towards the smaller warehouse, as the black dragon walks ahead of you, giving you a clear view of his large leather diaper as you gulp nervously and consider what it’s going to smell like in there. Walking around a yellow dragon squatting to empty her bladder over a parakeet in the grass, you head into the warehouse where a human is being smushed and rubbed between the hindquarters of two gold and silver dragons, and a turquoise dragon is pushing an ermine into her pussy with a loud moan, the scent of dragon flatulence and musk filling your nostrils as those present contribute to the pervading odors. Drelfrumm greets you when you enter, busily rubbing his scaly balls across his human friend, giving a little moan as he informs you he’s got something to tell you later when you’re both done playing with your friends. Noctrus wraps his foreleg around you, giving you a big kiss on the forehead as you lay across his silver-scaled chest, pulling back the front of his leather pants to give his big blue dragon dick some room to breathe as it stands firm with anticipation of your skin, smiling as he pushes you slowly down his smooth scales with a claw.

“Time to have fun down in my dragon diaper, little friend,” Noctrus purrs as he continues to push you down the warm slope of his belly and closer to his loins, as you feel the warm head of his cock against your lower back, “First I want to feel you around front.”

The interior of the diaper is lined with a smooth velour-like material, giving it a soft and slightly fuzzy texture, you discover as you slide down into the pants, feeling the heat of the dragon’s big blue balls across the front of your legs and knees as the beast’s massive cock straddles your chest. As musky as it is tacky, Noctrus’ privates are ripe and sweaty from being tucked inside his big leather diaper all day, and now you find yourself pressed tightly against them as the dragon releases the tip of his claw, learning that this diaper fits a bit more snugly than Prexa’s panties, not providing you much room to squirm. With a muffled groan above, you feel the weight of the dragon’s dick and balls fall across you, soupy sac slapping your legs as his hot shaft rubs across your chest, tip prodding at your chin as Noctrus falls forward on his belly and starts humping you into his diaper, the soft tanned surface across your back as warm reptile penis grinds across your front. You lay back as you feel him sweating and rubbing on you, thrusting slowly as the heat of his cock warms your chest and his smooth-scaled balls pool around your legs, leaving that area of the diaper damp as the increasing musk rises in the enclosed space and starts to become a little overpowering to your nose, especially as you feel the black dragon’s claw slide across your shoulders to push you down beneath his balls, his rump brushing your belly and legs as you get a noseful of his odorous orbs. You grimace as dragon rubs his great big balls along your head a little while, brushing sweat across both cheeks, forehead and chin as you hear a distant huffing and little moans from without, before he suddenly lies still and his large claw reaches down again to shift you back to his penis, the smell of cinnamon on the head as he drips a little pre and lays erect on top of you, panting a few moments.

“Huhh… mmm… just wanted… to feel you along my cock, little one…” Noctrus pants as you feel his claw pushing you further down now, below his big thick tail as you smell his musky rump and sticky pucker before he actually seats himself properly, pressing his hot and smelly tail hole into your nose just to make sure he’s got you in the best possible position, but leans forward a bit so you can hear him speaking, along with his bowels grumbling above, “Now, it is time to feel you around the back. Time for you to smell my dragon farts too, little friend, hmm hmm.”

The sweaty silver scales of Noctrus’ wide rump, warmed from being down in the leather diaper all day, press firmly down across your chest as the dragon’s anus puckers over the bridge of your nose, as ripe and musky as his balls and fouled with dried dragon dung from a dump earlier. He wiggles his haunches, hindquarters brushing you as you feel the damp smooth surface of the soft interior of the diaper along your back, then his anus opens with a little prrfft and you can hear the dragon giggle above as he smooches that little fart into your nose with his great big bottom. While he’s clearly enjoying the teasing, his playtime with you is also limited, so it isn’t a few seconds later he follows up that little toot with a much longer frrammmppnntt, the big dragon fart blowing directly across your face as you’re unable to move in his snug diaper, stinking up his pants terribly as he follows with a nice pllurrbbbbnnntt… bllurrrnnnpmmttt… prruppbbntt… at which point you’re shouting into his tail hole as the unbearable stink is making your eyes water and your nose sting a bit. Noctrus’ leather diaper being less pliable than Prexa’s silken panties, the dragon airs things out a little for you by holding the rim open with a claw, venting some of the worst of the stench as you realize just how unfortunately well those firmer pants keep the smell contained as he rubs his rear on your chest and says he’s sorry his farts are so stinky this afternoon and blames all the beans he ate earlier. It isn’t more than twenty seconds or so, however, before the claw releases the back of the diaper and you’re left trapped with the stench of his scaly butt and the heat of his balls near your legs in the darkness of the leather diaper with his festering flatulence, only a dim light from his butt hole as he blows another prrrippplltt… frrummppnnttt… prruppbbnntt… pressing each fart down with wet, sloppy smooches from his puckered hole, feeling the dragon’s claw tips brush near your ankles as he sticks a claw down his pants around front to enjoy his erection, groaning into his backside and shouting for more fresh air. You suppose you ought to at least be thankful, given how wet and dirty his farts sound as they splutter and rumble into your stinging nostrils, that at least he hasn’t pooped in his pants… yet.

“How’re you doing down there, little friend?” Noctrus reaches a claw down the back of his pants again as you feel the scales petting your head, pulling back the rim of his diaper to air things out again as you cough in the stink, “Sorry, little one. I’m pretty gassy today and I know… prufftt… sorry, that one slipped out, heehee! I know my dragon farts are really stinky but I just have a few more for you to smell, okay? Just enjoy my diaper and let me know if you need a little break, buddy.”

You spend a few more foul and flatulent minutes down the dragon’s leather pants, gas sputtering and burbling across your cheeks and the bridge of your nose as you can faintly make out the black dragon pawing his dick and sighing somewhere above with relief and pleasure. At last, you feel Noctrus leaning again as he fishes you out of his diaper with a foreclaw, pulling you up to his smooth scaly chest for a big hug and a couple sniffs, recoiling and laughing while fanning a foreclaw in front of his snout in typical dragon fashion as he smells just how badly he stunk you up. He hugs you again, then frowns as he sets you down on the blankets with a sigh and says he hopes you don’t mind washing yourself as he doesn’t want to get yelled at by Amerst. You nod as he pets your hair and chest with his foreclaw, brushing it across your dick with a giggle, but instead of leaving, the dragon stands there a moment, cocking his great head to and fro as he observes you and thinks.

“I have a great idea, human!” Noctrus grins ear to ear, showing his teeth as his back legs twitch along with his tail in his excitement, “Oooh, this is going to be great! Listen, what we’ll do is-”

“Noctrus! It is time for you to resume your duties!”

The voice of the tiger shouting across the field as he stands with arms crossed catches both your attention. The dragon shakes his head and places his claw on your chest- it’s going to be a great surprise and he’ll tell you about the plan later. He trots back over to follow Amerst back to his post after telling you to come speak with him at the end of your shift today. Meaning at the end of Drelfrumm’s shift since you’re not actually here working.

“There’s my little human! Looks like that Windbourne dragon lived up to his title all over you, friend. Pheeew! Or smells it, haha!”

You turn to see Drelfrumm smiling down at you, deciding to leave the warehouse as a truly massive fart from a bronze dragon echoes off the warehouse walls and has everyone laughing and complaining as the other dragons fan before their snouts and applaud as the female grins and rubs her rump across her human cushion, every dragon soon using their wings to help air things out as all stick out their forked tongues with a grimace at her stink. He chuckles as some of the smell drifts outwards, giving his big blue wings a few flaps, and you ask where his baker friend ran off to. Drelfrumm explains he’s been helping during the slower moments between ships docking and departing from the port to transport cinnamon and sugar for his friend, whose bakery is near the center of town, and he saves a great deal buying the ingredients wholesale from the arriving merchant ships.

“I will introduce you two later, I think you will get along well,” Drelfrumm says as he walks with you back towards the wash tubs, glancing over the docks where three more ships are drifting towards the pier, “Back to work, I’m sure. But before I go, I wanted to mention- today is Sun’s Day and there’s sure to be a visitor or two at the tavern tonight I’d love to introduce you to.”

He hurries back towards the docks in Scarvy’s direction as you pour water into the tub and look around for someone to help with the heating. A long eastern dragon blows a jet of steam from her nostrils over the water and then cools it a bit with her breath as she invites you to test the temperature; she approaches you with a huff and paws between her legs as you climb in, but you’re a little tired and very stinky right now so she gets the message and snakes away in search of another friend. You place a hand across your face as you check the position of the sun, recollecting the afternoon thus far- Spirits Around, has it really only been a couple hours? Drelfrumm still has half his shift to go! Well, you admit as you wash yourself with the orange-scented soap, at least it’s been an exciting afternoon and this does give you plenty of time to decide if you want to speak with Noctrus about his secret plan or head back to the inn with Drelfrumm and meet this mystery guest this evening.