Dragons Dirty New Job Pt 04

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

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Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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The last scene in his contract was, apparently, targeted towards a more niche audience, which was fine with him. It was, by far, the most highest paying of all the scenes he had been contracted to do and he'd read the script well, even if it did not appeal to him.

"I'm not sure this is one for me," he tried to broach with the director before the shoot, back in the porn studio with a large bedroom set up -- as if it had all been sized for ferals with a giant mattress again. "It's just...very niche. Very...ah...dirty. Perhaps there is another scene that I could do, to fulfil my contract?"

He wouldn't have even minded doing a couple, to make sure he completed all he needed to, but it was not that easy, no, not when they wanted something specific from him. Of course, the director reminded him firmly that his contract was for four scenes and that was the one they wanted him to do.

One more can't hurt...

He didn't know, of course, that they were punishing him for not behaving in earlier scenes and not quite living up to expectations, even if his videos were doing numbers and selling well. But that was a little payback from their side, only that.

So, he'd just have to get on with it -- and never go back to the porn studio, no matter how much land or territory they offered him.

He'd eaten and drank well before the scene, for they supplied food there, and his stomach gurgled faintly, reminding him he was still digesting his food. Remembering that time when he had lost control of his bladder, he asked the director if he could relieve himself before the scene began.

"No."

That was all, just one word: no. As if that was all he was worth, the weight of all he had eaten weighing in his stomach as Brezzen gulped and hoped his bladder would be up to the task of holding out -- all for just until the scene was over. With what he had read in the script, however, and the potential for flexibility and going off-script the gryphons in particular were allowed...he didn't have much hope for things going well.

The trepidation weighed on him as he was bound over the big mattress, the plush furnishings of the room oddly out of place, but comfortable. His tail, that time, was bound up and over his back, attached to the collar on his neck, all four legs manacled apart and his head drawn down by way of a second collar, tucked up at the top of his neck. That one had to be tightened, of course, to best stay in place, and he gulped reflexively against it. Even then, the discomfort reminded him he was about to do something he wasn't at all comfortable with.

Derriam was there, along with his brother, though Brezzen still couldn't see all that much of a resemblance between them. He supposed that was the way with twins, or just brothers. He didn't have a relationship with anyone from his clutch of eggs, but that was often the case with dragons.

At least he didn't have a muzzle or a mask on that time, though his stomach churned uncomfortably, hoping everything would be okay, that he could get through everything. There was little set up, a bud in his ear for them to communicate with him, but no one talking to him right there, not upfront.

The screens were out again, though they were dark at that time, not playing any dragon porn to get him hard and ready, nor did they show what was happening.

Everything felt a little more abrupt as the director called them to action and Derriam bowed down under the dragon, wasting no time in getting him ready with his beak and tongue.

"Oh, to have such a massive beast bound and helpless," he murmured, playing up his role, waving his tail high and making sure the cameras got a good shot of his back end, his twitching tail hole. "A cock like this should be savoured..."

He took his time, despite jumping into the scene with Nimmot waiting in the wings, his cock slowly growing hard, pulsing from his sheath as it filled out. Brezzen grunted and rocked back as the gryphon worked his way around from the dragon's slit, sensitive with the edges puffed out slightly, to his backside.

That was the part that was the most difficult for Brezzen to lean into, panting shortly and harshly as he tried to let out a stereotypical groan.

"Uhhhhh..."

It didn't sound all that convincing, though Derriam was most certainly doing something to him as he nuzzled into his backside, taking his time.

"Mmm... What a musky scent you have today," he said, for the cameras and not the dragon. "So thick... So heady... Mmmm, this must be coming from here."

He trailed his claw gently over the dragon's backside, pointing at his tail hole, and Brezzen grunted, shifting his weight. Brezzen panted through an open mouth, not chancing another moan, as Derriam leaned in, ready to prepare him with his tongue.

He didn't need the dragon's cock hard, of course, at the start of the scene. That would come in time, but he dug his tongue into Brezzen's unwashed tail hole with raw abandon, grunting as the curve of his beak pushed in against the dragon's scales. His tongue flicked out sensually against Brezzen's tail hole, though it was not a bother to Derriam, not at all. He didn't mind a dirty hole, even though it was obvious, in that moment, that the drake had not bothered to clean himself for a while.

The dragon's full stomach rumbled and gurgled faintly, making Derriam smirk. Oh, he knew what was going on, what Nimmot had put together. But he didn't have to do anything to help the dragon out, for he was just there to do a scene. It was not as if Brezzen didn't know what he was doing that time, though perhaps not to the extreme nature it was going to end up being.

"Mmmm..."

Although Derriam could not talk while he was digging his tongue into the dragon's tail hole, he still made a show of it, wiggling his hind end back and forth, his tail lifting. His anal ring twitched lightly and Brezzen panted, tugging at the back of his collar with his tail, though that only put more pressure on his neck.

"Unff... Ah..."

He should have said something but, honestly, the gryphons were the chattier ones there and he didn't have too much to say, not really. Brezzen always preferred someone else to do the talking -- whereas he could say what he needed to with his actions alone. At least, that was what he'd thought before as he panted heavily, his flanks heaving for breath, tingling shocks of electricity coursing through him.

Even then...Derriam's tongue felt good, kind of. Not his kink, but all the sensitive nerve endings in his dirty tail hole responded, his cock out and half-hard, twitching. It could have slipped back into his slit at any time, but he would, at least, be ready for all that was to come.

"Mmmm... Wonderful... Oh..."

Although the gryphon didn't have nostrils, just the nares on his beak, he sniffed and made a big show of it, Brezzen grunting as quick puffs of air tickled his backside. It was ticklish and not the kind of thing he wanted at all, though he didn't know why the gryphon was lingering there for so long. Maybe he had something else in mind than what was to come?

"There's quite a smell here," Derriam said, acting mysterious, even to Brezzen, though the dragon knew he had to say things a little more for the viewers who would end up watching the porn film later. "Mmmm... Whatever could it be? Mmmmph..."

Derriam grunted again, but Brezzen lifted his head as a small order came through the ear bud.

"Okay, it's time for you to relieve yourself. Make a show of it, you know what to do."

He trembled. It made sense why they hadn't let him go beforehand, for that may well have made the scene more difficult, though there was a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that didn't really have any kind of place there.

Oh no...

At least if he only had to relieve himself, it was just him. It was not on him, not like when Nimmot had urinated on his muzzle. That was something he never wanted to relieve, his guts churning and gurgling as if there had been something more in the food he'd been given before the shoot.

But he didn't have time for that, not as his guts grumbled a little more urgently and he shook his head.

"I don't think..." He grunted, clenching his jaw, embarrassment rising in his stomach. "No... I can't..."

"Okay, Derriam, you know what to do."

It seemed he wasn't going to be given a choice in the matter as Derriam took charge, licking and nibbling around the sensitive nerve endings on his hind end and tail hole. It felt good but also stimulated something deep within him, something that made him want to bear down, his hind legs trying to bend.

"Unff! No... Can't..."

His body wanted to squat to relieve itself, but that didn't matter, as he was overstimulated. And Derriam knew all the tricks of the trade as he worked the dragon over, forcing his body to respond and even snaking his forepaw under the drake's stomach to tease a pressure point that would help him give in, relieving his bowels of their ready load.

"Unff... Agh!"

The dragon could not hold back, not as his body gave in and he released, a steaming log of waste pushing from his backside. Yet it was not all as he had expected it to be, humiliation burning viciously through him, grunting thickly in the back of his throat. He couldn't even ignore the cameras all around him as he let loose more of his bowel movements, some parts softer than others. However, every loose movement came with another blast of acrid aroma, clawing at his nostrils as if even that scent was trying to assault him.

"That's better," Derriam crooned, licking at the dragon's haunches. "Give in... You're doing everything you need to."

He knew his role and that was to satisfy the dragon, even if it came off in aggressive worship sometimes. Bubbling farts broke Brezzen's backside as he gave in, shuddering in embarrassment, the sloppy, softer mess of scat piling up behind his backside. The reek dug into even his eyes and the dragon tried not to breathe too deeply, even though he still had to keep breathing, still had to keep on taking air into his lungs.

"Unff... It's...too much..."

The anthros around seemed to be having the same issue as a camera, shakier than usual, locked on to his backside, showing him just how softer bowel movements slipped from him, easing hotly over his anal ring and splattering down his hind legs. There were some harder ones still in there, but his body seemed to be struggling to catch up with what they had fed him, his guts gurgling faintly as he broke a series of wet farts again.

"Ugh..." Another anthro gagged, backing away from the camera. "Uh... Can't do this, no..."

They had to, permitted to plug their noses as Brezzen's eyes watered, wishing he could do the same. The smell dug even into the back of his mouth and he licked around the inside of his mouth and teeth, trying to sweep it from his maw. But there was no hope on that, not as more hot filth splashed down, marking the scales of his hind legs, another anthro backing away while the director rubbed a thick cream around his nose, stopping the smell from getting too much to him. He, after all, must have been prepared for just how vicious the final scene was going to be for Brezzen.

"Mmmm... Now, you really are a dirty slut to take my cock."

As if to add to his humiliation, Nimmot took his place, mounting the dragon with his hard cock bouncing off his underbelly, jerking back and forth in a lewd splatter of pre-cum that sharply contrasted the filth rolling from Brezzen's backside. Yet the dragon could not stop pushing out more and more waste as Nimmot mounted him, shoving his cock into the steaming, well-lubricated hole.

"Mmmm... Dirty whore..." He mocked, ramming in hard as Brezzen snarled, peeling his lips weakly back from his teeth. "How does it feel to be on the bottom again, submitting to a gryphon? This is your place... Unff... You need to be there..."

Brezzen moaned, shaking his head, eyes watering, a tear spilling down his cheek. He didn't think the gryphon was going off-script there, though that didn't mean he had to believe it too, the gryphon ramming crudely into him. The waste pushing from him still was softer by that point, even some parts watery, though that only made it splash back up against Nimmot's hind legs and his underbelly.

The gryphon wasn't bothered by that: he'd suggested the scene and done messy scenes before. He just knew his role as a dom and parted his beak in a smirk, leaning as far over the dragon's rump as he could while he slammed inside, the heated slick of waste steaming around his cock.

"Mmm... Can you groan louder for me? I don't think the microphones can pick up what you're saying, you weakling of a dragon..."

Brezzen growled, but he didn't know what to say. What could he do but take every stroke of the gryphon's cock as if that was all he needed?

He hissed through his teeth, Derriam under his belly making sure he kept his cock hard and ready, though Brezzen didn't know what he was keeping his cock out and hard for, no, not at all. He didn't think it would be used, but maybe it was all a show for the cameras. Maybe they still wanted to see his dick hard and aching while he lost control of his bowels, all for the sake of the cameras watching his every move.

"Guuuuhhhhh..."

He groaned, licking his lips, though instantly regretted it as the gryphon rammed in harder, short, sharp strokes driving into him, stretching his ass as his backside ached viciously. He'd thought being taken as he had been before was bad enough, but Nimmot had more in mind for him still, huffing and panting over his back while he made use of the dragon's sloppy tail hole. It slickened with waste product, slowly coming to a pause while his guts still gurgled, threatening at more.

Oh, how Brezzen hoped there would not be more.

Nimmot slammed in, grunting thickly, though he flared his wings and lifted his tail at that point of orgasm. Brezzen had no idea how that would play out on camera, not as his whole body quaked and he shuddered bodily, the gryphon unloading his heavy, swinging balls in his ass, filling him up. Cum still slopped out of him, oozing out alongside the sides of the gryphon's cock, Nimmot clearly enjoying himself in the moment.

The gryphon crooned, staying deep as he smirked at the cameras, even though there were only a couple of anthros there who could still film with the reek permeating the room.

"Maybe I should clean up a little," he suggested. "This is a very messy whore..."

He stilled inside the dragon's ass and Brezzen, for a moment, thought it was over, all over. But Nimmot sighed, relaxing against him -- and then a hot stream of piss streamed into his backside, splashing out along the length of the gryphon's cock as if it really was trying to wash out all the scat from his backside. Brezzen trembled, not knowing what to do -- and it was not as if he could do anything at all with the manacles keeping his legs far apart, locking them in place.

"Unff... Please, don't..."

His voice was low and raspy and, thankfully, not loud enough to be picked up by the microphones, or else it would have ruined the shot. Desperately, Brezzen focused on the camera before him, how it zoomed in on his backside, the stream of urine sloshing from him, hot and splattering. It didn't do all that much of a good job of cleaning him up as Nimmot had said, but it sank him just a shade deeper into another nuance of humiliation had he not thought it possible to reach.

The gryphon pulled his cock out, spending the last spurts of piss over the dragon's scales, trickling down, marking him with his scent. Waste and cum bubbled out from the dragon's tail hole and he grunted, closing his mouth tightly, a hard line running down the length of his jaw. It was not so much of a cream-pie as much as it was a mud-pie, dirt and slick and mess oozing out along with the gryphon's seed.

For the cameras, it was the money shot for their niche audience they had been wanting.

"Okay, cut for a moment! Get him into the next position."

Brezzen blinked, in a daze as they took charge, unchaining him and flipping him on to his back, though his legs were keen to buckle, weak in the aftermath of that treatment. He groaned as the was bound on his back instead, his hind legs splayed and his tail unfastened from the collar, so the position would be at least a little more comfortable for him.

It still put him in the mess of his scat, slick and rubbing into his scales. He murmured under his breath, his mind trying to shut down, to take him away from the scene that he was being forced to play out. His limbs were spread, securely locked down so there was nowhere for Brezzen to go.

And, even though he could have left before they bound him again, Brezzen stayed. Because he wanted the land they'd promised him, because it was his last scene.

He just had to get through it, whatever they threw his way.

Finally pleased with the position, Nimmot nodded to the director and the stoat grinned. They might not even need to use the sling with him, for that would only have dragged the dragon up out of his own waste. The stoat could see, from his position, what a good shot that was. It would be a money grabber for sure, one of the shots to hook in the viewers as the dragon squirmed, bound, in his own mess.

"Okay... Next scene... Action!"

The next part rolled on as Brezzen quivered and Nimmot strutted around to his head, his feathers fluffed up and his tail waving gently back and forth. He was the epitome of power while the dragon was low and dirty, though Brezzen's stomach sank. What could he even do about that?

"Hm... I think it's time for me to relieve myself too," Nimmot said, speaking directly at the dragon. "And you are the perfect candidate to receive my bowel movement... What a waste it would be for my scat to simply pile on the ground...like yours."

Nimmot seated himself comfortably on Brezzen's face as he grunted, squirming weakly, though there was nowhere for him to go. The dragon tried to shove him off, but his blue scales were sullied and dirtied already and Nimmot paused there, his guts grumbling obnoxiously.

"All that food too," he teased. "All that is coming through me too, just like with you. But more than ever, more than even you ate. The feast after the scene with Ahmeria was just the start of it, preparing you for this... The fans want to see you down and dirty, sullied, a waste of a dragon. And who would I be to deny them what they want?"

Derrian churred and nipped at the dragon's cock, his claws sliding through the mess of waste on the mattress, though he wasn't worried by it. Brezzen quailed and tried to turn his muzzle away, even if his head was trapped under Nimmot's musky rump.

"Smell me..." Nimmot instructed. "You need this, need to know your place. I took your mate and now I'm taking your pride. All this scat, it's coming to you, going to be pushed out all over you, your head... Mmm..."

He broke wind, a rippling fart rising from his back end, though the gryphon wasn't trying to hold it in either. He didn't have to, not as he treated the dragon to his farts, the waves of gas coming more and more frequently, ruffling his fur softly as they passed by.

"Mmmm... Is that better? You can better smell me now," he grunted, mocking Brezzen. "This is what you need, to be put in your place. And I think you know all that's to come too... This will not end anytime soon."