In Which Thorax Learns Something About Dragons (And Himself)
The Dragon Lands had always been a foreboding and mysterious place. Few other creatures had stepped hoof or paw within its borders, and even fewer had returned to tell the tales of what they had seen. As such, the upcoming visit that Thorax was about to embark upon had a lot resting on it. More that is, than a simple visit to his friend, the Dragon Lord Ember.
This trip was a long time coming. While he had done his best, changeling relations with the rest of Equus had been mending slower than he had hoped. And while Thorax personally had a very good relationship with Ember, there was still far too much scrutiny placed on a trip such as this. But in the end, he got his way. (Alas, with the accompaniment of two other changeling guards.)
Plus, it was an excuse for Thorax to go to the Dragon Lands. Despite Ember being his friend for some time now, he had never been. The place always fascinated him, having heard stories over the years from the scant few changelings that had been. It sounded like an interesting place, an entirely different environment from where the changeling Hive was, and equally as different from anywhere he had been. And so the anticipation built as he made the journey with a few of his drones.
The desolate landscape of the changeling wastes where he lived slowly gave way to even rockier, yet somehow warmer terrain. The color of the stones dotting the landscape seemed to radiate a heat that could be felt even as high up in the air as they were. It could also have simply been an effect of them flying further south, but it felt right to him that the Dragon Lands were mysteriously warmer. Thematic, in an odd sort of way.
The Dragon Lands stretched out in a vast expanse of rugged stone, a palette of ochre and sienna baking beneath the sun. Mountains rose from the landscape like jagged teeth, piercing through the parched earth below them. There was little vegetation besides a few, hardy succulents and dry, thorny shrubs - the only survivors in this rocky stretch of desert. The scent of sulfur hung heavy in the air, laced with several other smells that echoed the pungent aroma of volcanic dust and flame.
And yet, despite the harshness of the environment, Thorax could not help but note the underlying, raw beauty of the Dragon Lands. The land painted a picture of resilience and strength - a story made to match those creatures who lived here. It was poetic, in a way. And Thorax appreciated that.
Eventually, he began to notice those rugged inhabitants. Dragons dotted the rocky landscape and soared through the sky proudly, their scales reflecting in the sun like shimmering gemstones. An occasional roar would echo through the canyons, and the din of conversation grew louder and louder in the background as Thorax approached the meeting point.
Dragon Lord Ember was waiting for him by her throne, a large, spiked seat carved out of the same rock as the rest of the environment. She was idly twirling her scepter in one hand, gazing out over the landscape with a bored expression. Her eyes lit up as she saw Thorax coming in for a landing, however, and she straightened up.
“Thorax!” she exclaimed. “Finally! I’ve been waiting all morning!”
The changeling gulped as he touched down, flanked on either side by his escorts. “A-apologies your, uh, highness?” he questioned, not sure exactly how to address her in an official capacity. His attendants simply bowed politely.
But Ember just rolled her eyes and leaned in for a hug. “I’m joking, you doofus,” she said with an exasperated smile. “It’s good to see you.”
“It’s good to see you, too,” he replied, wrapping a foreleg around the dragon’s back.
They separated and chatted for a moment, before Ember gestured around them. “So, do you want a tour or what?” she asked.
“Oh, yeah!” he replied. “That sounds great.”
The two of them took to the air and flew towards the large group of dragons that he had flown over previously. His entourage made to follow, but he waved them off. “I’ll be fine. Just stay here, please,” he said. They looked hesitant, but followed his command.
“Damn, Thorax. Bossy much?” Ember teased as they flew away.
Thorax frowned. “I just don’t see the point of them. I know you, we’re friends…” he paused and looked around. “And you don’t have any guards.”
“Nah, I don’t need any,” she said. “But you’re right. No dragon will mess with you here. Especially not when you’re with me.”
They continued on their tour, with Ember introducing Thorax to some of her dragon friends, and showing off some particularly beautiful parts of their homeland. It really was quite a beautiful place, with a lot of hidden charm. The hot springs were especially fun, and really nice to dip a hoof into. Thorax would definitely need to come back at some point to enjoy a thorough soak in them.
But while it was fun catching up with his friend, the journey to the Dragon Lands had not been a particularly short one, and some needs were starting to make themselves known. "Hey, uh, Ember?" whispered Thorax so that any other creatures around them wouldn't overhear. "Could you point me to the, um, bathroom?"
Ember raised an eyebrow in response. "You want to take a bath?" she asked, not caring about the volume of her voice at all. "Why?"
"No, uh... no," answered Thorax quickly as a red blush donned his green cheeks. "I need to, uh... I need to poop."
"And you need a bathroom to do that, why?" Ember prompted.
Thorax blinked. "Uhhh..." he said, not entirely sure how to further explain why he needed a bathroom to poop in.
Then, Ember snapped her claws. "Oh... right. A bathroom." She scratched the back of her head. “I forgot about that stupid pony thing. I guess it makes sense that changelings would have those, too.”
“What?”
“Bathrooms,” Ember repeated with a shrug. “We don’t have them. Or at least, we don’t have the same kind that ponies do.”
“No bathrooms?” echoed Thorax. “But… what… how?”
Ember raised a claw and pointed her thumb over her shoulder. “We got a waterfall.”
Sure enough, as Thorax tilted his head, he could see a lone waterfall, probably from the Dragon Lands’ sole source of water, bubbling in the distance. “That, uh… doesn’t really answer my question,” he said slowly, returning his gaze to Ember. “Where do dragons, um, relieve themselves?”
Ember shrugged. “Anywhere they need to, really,” she replied. “You landed in my ‘bathroom’ earlier, if you wanna call it that.”
Thorax looked down at his hooves, mildly concerned that he had stepped in something, but saw nothing but a dry hoof and the same, warm-toned rock that surrounded him. “What?” he asked, for what felt like the hundredth time since he got here.
“That’s just the thing,” Ember explained with a sly smile. “With the sun and everything, dragon piss just dries up in under an hour, and our waste hardens and kind of just crumbles to dirt and dust after a while.” She waves her arms around. “The only thing left behind is the smell, but that fades away into the sulfur from the lava and hot springs anyways.”
Now that it had been pointed out to him, Thorax did, in fact, detect the faintest trace of… something… in the air. The warm breeze carried a subtle, unmistakable odor along with it. It was not unlike one of the waste cisterns back in the Hive, albeit far less potent.
“Oh,” he said, not really sure what else to say.
“It’s okay,” Ember said, patting a claw on his shoulder. “I was also surprised when I went to Equestria for the first time, and I saw how ponies went about their business.” She wasn’t lying - the idea of having a special room, entirely for the purpose of shitting, was downright ludacris to her.
She could still remember that first experience. Ember had just arrived in Twilight’s crystal castle in Ponyville, Thorax had been there too, if she recalled correctly. Given that it was a state visit and she really didn’t feel like dropping a deuce on the floor in front of Equestrian royalty was appropriate, she had tried to excuse herself.
“I’m gonna go find someplace to poop,” she had said to Twilight.
The pony princess had given her a weird look before replying that, “the bathroom was down the hall and to the right.” It had been an odd response, but ponies were weird and it made some sense that alicorns probably had some silly ritual about having a specific room to shit in. There wouldn’t be any rain to clear it away, but there were probably hoofmaidens to do that sort of work.
So Ember had followed Twilight’s directions and found quite a nice room with a tiled floor and a shower. The door appeared to lock in case she wanted privacy, but who needed that? And there were a weird assortment of water features on the walls as well. It figured that a princess’ poop room would be gaudy and opulent, she supposed.
There was a distinct lack of crap in the room, also. The floor was spotless, not a single brown smear to be seen. Did somepony really come in here every time some creature took a dump and clean it up? That was really freaking weird. Without any real guidance on the strange etiquette of the pony poop room, Ember simply took her position in the middle of the floor and squatted down to make her deposit.
The Dragon Lord made quick work of pooping, squeezing out a fat load of shit onto the otherwise pristine white floor. Normally, Ember would take her time with this - taking a crap was one of the best feelings in the world - but she was on a diplomatic trip and they were waiting for her to come back. Her wet pussy would need to wait. Speaking of…
Ember grunted quietly and pushed on her bladder. An arc of piss sprayed out of her slit and splashed in front of her as she shat. The tiled floor made it spread out far more than it would have in the rocky landscape of the Dragon Lands. It quickly formed a puddle under her, pooling around her feet as she emptied her bladder. As always, the thick logs sliding out of her tickled her anus in just the right way, shooting a tingling pulse of pleasure up her spine as she pushed out the last of her shit out onto the floor.
She had left behind quite an impressive load, too. One that she wished another dragon was around to see. But, Ember guessed that was what happened when you held it in for the long journey and a morning of meeting ponies. She left it in the bathroom, as the rancid smell of her fresh feces began filling the enclosed room, and quickly returned to Twilight and her friends without giving it a second thought.
Later that day however, Twilight had come up to her, and awkwardly opened with a quiet, “Did you poop on my bathroom floor?” under her breath. Thus followed a long and boring explanation of Equestrian shitting customs that Ember tried not to glaze over during. The gist of it was “don’t shit on the floors, shit in the weird fountain-seat ponies use” anyways.
“So yeah, no bathrooms,” Ember summed up. “We’re civilized out here.”
Thorax bit his tongue, trying not to mention just how uncivilized such a practice sounded. Instead, he just took a deep breath as he tried to center himself again. This proved to be the wrong course of action, as a peculiar smell tickled his nose. He wrinkled his muzzle as the stench hit him. Once one noticed it, it was kind of hard to ignore. "Whew," he commented. "Is it just me, or is the smell getting worse?"
"You get used to it," Ember replied nonchalantly. As if on cue, one of the dragons to their left let out a loud, sputtering fart. Thorax froze as his ears shot straight up and a light blush tinted his cheeks. Usually, he was not one to draw attention to such an action - he wasn't rude after all. But the flatulent dragon seemed to actively want to draw attention to his burst of anal air, laughing and wafting it around to his friends.
The changeling brought a hoof up to cover his nose as the unmistakable stench of feces drifted over to him. He initially thought that it was simply the stench of dragon farts that had been blown over to him, but a cursory glance back in front of him brought him to a jarring halt. Thankfully he had looked down, as he was just mere steps away from trotting right through what looked like a fresh, steaming pile of dragon droppings.
"Oh, ewwww," he muttered as he sidestepped the mess, swatting away a few stray flies. He pushed his hoof harder against his muzzle as he walked by, lest the stench in his nose get any worse.
Ember did not seem to share in any of Thorax's disgust, breathing normally and laughing along with her fellow dragons when one of them let a loud fart rip.
"So, yeah," she said with a smile. "Dragon's don't use bathrooms or toilets or whatever you want to call them. We just use the land around us. The sun dries up our urine and turns our poop into dirt in just a few days."
“So you’ve said,” muttered Thorax, unconvinced.
Thorax took a look around, his hoof slowly pulling away from his nose as he did so. Everywhere he looked, he could see piles of dragon droppings littering the rocky surface. They varied in size, some just small, pitiful pebbles while others were large, heaping mounds. Around them, drying puddles of what was presumably urine filled the shallow crevices between the crags, and off in the distance, the changeling could vaguely make out a slim female dragon making one of her own. He found his eyes locked on the scene for a moment, unable to look away, until there was a firm slap on his side.
"Come on," Ember chided playfully. "Don't stare. You'll see plenty more of that as we go."
Thorax blushed. "I... I wasn't-"
"Uh huh," the Dragon Lord chuckled. "Sure you weren't." She began walking in the direction of all the other dragons, and Thorax stole one, final glance at the pissing dragon in the distance before hurrying to catch up to his friend.
Thorax quickly learned exactly what Ember meant by "seeing plenty more of that" as they went. Now that he was specifically looking out for it, he could see the signs that wherever one needed to do their business, they simply did it. That lone dragon he saw earlier was not an anomaly.
As he watched a slim dragon push out the last of her waste onto the ground just a few steps away from them, he found himself vaguely amused by her post-defecation ritual. She reached behind herself, shamelessly running two of her digits up along the crack of her green, scaly ass, and pulled them out. They were covered in a thin coating of her shit, and she brought them close to her face. Thorax was briefly shocked that she might taste her own crap, but instead she just curiously sniffed them before rubbing it off on one of her thighs and jogging away to catch up with her friends. It didn't even seem to register to her as her foot squished right through another dragon's cooling pile of scat from earlier.
As a matter of fact, from the changeling's point of view, it would seem that most dragons appeared to have a sort of fascination with their waste products. Many could be seen smelling their fresh shit and piss, and a few were even playing with it. A portly dragon with red scales and blue spines seemed to be creating some sort of elaborate claw-painting with his own feces, smearing it across the rocks in broad strokes while a fellow dragon beside him squeezed out some more, sloppy shit to help him out.
All around him, the denizens of the Dragon Lands were relaxing and relieving themselves all over the place. And true to what Ember had said, Thorax barely noticed the smell anymore. His hoof had long since left his nose, and he was breathing normally as if the sour scent of urine and scat were not even there. Even stranger, in fact, was the realization that Thorax wasn't entirely weirded out by it.
The entire concept seemed somewhat freeing in a way. Just being able to relieve oneself whenever and wherever was needed. He could see the appeal. Being a changeling, Thorax could sense the sexual energy in the air, and it was hard not to be affected by it. Ember, beside him, was doing a good job of keeping her lust reigned in, but he could still sense it, just like the countless other horny dragons around them.
Not that he would ever partake in such an act, however. No, he would still like to do his business in private, thank you very much. No matter how strange watching all of these dragons was making him feel…
"Ember," Thorax said, a slight whine in his voice. "Ember, I really need to go!" The changeling was getting more and more desperate as the need pressing at his backdoor grew.
Ember trailed off in her explanation of the cave network to look at her friend. "Huh? What are you talking about- oh..." She trailed off as she watched the changeling's subtle shifting in place. "You still haven't gone?"
Thorax grimaced. "N-no, I haven't," he said shyly.
"Why not? I literally just showed you that everyone else does it. Pretty much everywhere."
"I know," the changeling admitted. "But, what if this isn't the right place? Or what if some creature watches me? Or... or-"
The Dragon Lord held up a claw. "I'm going to stop you right there, Thorax." She sighed, looking around for a moment before settling her gaze back on the changeling. "Okay, here's what's going to happen." The dragon pointed between the two of them. "You and I are going to take a shit together, right here, right now."
Thorax's eyes widened and his ears flicked back at the sudden command. "Wait, what?! Both of us?" he cried out. He frantically looked around at all of the dragons around them. "Right here?!"
A claw suddenly came up to grasp his chin and pointed his gaze towards a nearby group of dragons. "Look," Ember said in his ear, her voice somehow soft and comforting despite the firmness of her grip. "See that big guy over there, he's about to drop his load. Watch."
Thorax was briefly taken aback by the appearance of the absolutely giant dragon. The creature had to be one of the largest he had ever seen, easily dwarfing any other drake that was near it. It was so large that the changeling had to wonder how the rock outcropping could have possibly ever hidden it. But he did not have long to ponder anything of the sort before his shock was doubled.
The giant dragon shifted around to face a large tower of haphazardly stacked rocks, arranged in a cairn that came up just past his waist. Thorax's eyes widened as he reached down with a claw and wrapped it around his massive, currently flaccid cock and shook it a few times. A large pair of full, round balls hung behind it, not quite as low as a changeling's testicles, but the sheer size made it even more impressive nonetheless.
Then, with a grunt, a burst of dark yellow urine sprayed out of the tip and splashed over the rocks below. It quickly pooled on the warm stone before spilling over and trickling over the sides. The dragon sighed as his bladder emptied, and he threw his head back in bliss at the sensation. It must have felt really good, imagined Thorax. He, of course, had no context as to how long this particular dragon had been holding it in, but he imagined it must have been a while. Similar to how he was feeling right now…
Beside him, Ember bit her lip as she watched her fellow dragon piss. The sight was nothing new to her of course, but the simple fact that she was experiencing this with someone new was enough to excite her. It was always great to share some of the more unique cultural experiences of the Dragon Lands with newcomers. And hopefully, it would encourage Thorax to participate.
The need in him to piss only increased as the mighty dragon’s steaming stream hosed down the rocks in front of him. His claw was still lightly gripping his giant cock, aiming it around in lazy circles, seemingly covering as much of the stone in front of him as possible. Was he marking his territory? Thorax didn’t know. Maybe he should ask Ember later.
But finally, after what must have equated to a torrential downpour of pee, the dragon gave his flaccid dick a few firm shakes, the last remaining droplets of urine raining down below. The shaking transitioned into a little bit of idle stroking, and a couple of the female dragons nearby let out some lewd whistles as his length firmed up slightly from the attention. Thorax swallowed thickly as the giant drake winked and turned around to face the crowd, giving the ladies a clear view of his hardening member.
The gaggle of drakes around him laughed and cheered raucously as the trio of females who were watching from a distance gestured something that Thorax couldn't quite make out from his angle. But it was undoubtedly something crude based on the lewd motion that the dragon made in reply.
"See?" Ember whispered. "No hesitation. He needed to go, and he just let loose right where he was." Thorax shuddered at the sudden realization of her proximity. As he had watched, he had almost completely forgotten she was beside him. At some point, her claw had dropped his chin, and his gaze had been locked on the drake of his own volition.
"He didn't care about the crowd at all," Ember went on. "He probably liked it, actually." Her breath hitched by his ear, and it did not take Thorax very long to figure out why.
The large dragon in front of them had lifted up his tail once again, baring his whole ass to view for a second time. He had squatted back down over the piss-soaked rocks as those around him watched on with intense interest, Thorax and Ember included.
Then, presumably still gripping his cock, the dragon slowly lifted his tail up, fully showing off his ass to the two onlookers below. His two, toned cheeks parted with the motion to reveal a tight, wrinkled star nestled between them, just above his large, taught ballsack.
Given what he had seen of the Dragon Lands so far, Thorax probably should have expected what was going to come next, but alas, the flexing of the large pucker followed by a loud, booming fart took him by surprise. Ember chuckled beside him as the wave of fetid, stinky flatulence reached their noses, causing the changeling to wrinkle his nose and cough lightly.
"Oh come on," Ember said as she took in a deep breath through her nose. "It doesn't smell that bad!"
"Like roses," Thorax managed to gasp, his eyes watering as he watched the larger creature begin to strain. His tight pucker opened up without any delay, and an absolutely massive turd began to slither its way out of his ass. It bent down towards the ground, its creamy brown body looking soft and malleable as it descended in one long, unbroken rope from his anus.
It curled into a soft coil on the ground, forming a semicircle before it finally broke off from the dragon’s rear. More followed it, sliding out a little faster than the first. A few sputtering bursts of gas popped out around the soft waste, and the giant dragon sighed as he emptied out his ass onto the ground beneath him.
If Thorax was transfixed by the sight of him pissing, the sight of the dragon shitting somehow captivated him even more. He had no idea why it was so fascinating to watch a creature so wantonly relieve themselves in public - an act that would doubtlessly be shamed back in the Hive. And yet, it was.
The dragon’s tailhole flexed a few more times as he pushed, making sure that all of his crap was out. Evidently it was, as nothing more was produced. But instead of then standing back up as Thorax would have expected him to, he lowered his ass down to the ground.
As his scaly cheeks squished down the soft pile of poop under his weight, the changeling’s eyes widened. He glanced quickly at Ember, expecting his friend to have a look of shock or disgust on her face, but she merely had a smirk as she took in the sight before them.
His claws splashed in the shallow puddle of piss he had previously made while he wiggled his ass down into the warm pile underneath him. The waste smeared up over his butt as his tail wiggled around in the air behind him. It definitely looked like he was enjoying basking in his filth.
As the dragon stood up, Thorax could clearly see the shit caked on his toned ass cheeks and smudged up into his crack. The light brown waste stood out against his green scales, making a real mess out of his entire backside. The changeling could not exactly imagine what that might have felt like, but it must have felt really good because the dragon reached back with one of his mighty claws to give his left cheek a firm squeeze before spanking himself. The action caked his claw with poop, and served to only smear his own feces even further out across his butt.
The sight of the large dragon's shit-covered buttcheeks as he stood back up should not have been an intriguing sight to Thorax. It really should have been disgusting. But the changeling could not help but wonder just how that must have felt. Did it feel good to sit down and have your own cooling, yet still warm feces push up and smear against your ass as you push down into your mess? The dragon certainly looked as though he was enjoying it.
Then, because nothing seemed to be off-limits for public display in the Dragon Lands, he reached forward, shit still coating his palm, and grabbed his hard cock with his dirty claw. He let out a deep sigh, dual plumes of smoke seeping from his nostrils, as he began to slowly jerk himself, smearing his crap all along his ridged length as he did so. But after a few moments, the drake must have decided that the residual scat wasn't enough, and he reached down to scoop up even more from the pile and plop it right onto his hard, aching cock.
Thorax didn't think his eyes could get any wider as he watched the display. "Is this..." he started softly, not sure how to find the right words to phrase his question. "Is this... normal?" Thorax was starting to kind of wrap his head around the public defecation and stuff, but the open display of kinky and dirty self-gratification was harder to swallow.
Next to him, Ember nodded. "Yeah, pretty much," she said, most of her attention still focused on the masturbating dragon.
Then, suddenly, without hesitation, the dragon brought one of his shit-covered claws up to his face and took a deep sniff of his own filth before opening his maw and sticking a few of his fingers in his mouth. Thorax let out an audible gasp as he watched the drake suck each of his fingers clean, scraping the scat off of his scales with his teeth.
Thorax turned to Ember, who was still standing beside him and watching the display with rapt attention and unabashed arousal. “That’s normal, too,” she chimed in before Thorax could even think to ask. He blinked a few times before returning his gaze to the larger creature, and watched as he reached down to scoop up the remainder of his poop with his now-cleaned claws.
The dragon lifted the mound of shit up in his claw, bringing it right up to his muzzle. His nostrils flared a few times as he breathed in the stench of his own production directly, his eyes closing as he savored the undoubtedly foul fumes. Thorax could guess what was coming next. Considering he had just seen him lick his claws clean of the filth, it was not too shocking to watch as the drake extended his tongue, and ran it over the top of his soft and smelly waste.
A low hum reverberated through the air as the giant dragon let out a sound of satisfaction at the taste. He licked his lips once more before opening his mouth wide and taking a big bite. His fangs cleaved through the soft dung easily, the thick, gritty lumps of scat quickly mashing into a greasy paste as he chewed his stinky snack. It smeared across his lips as he dug in, leaving a brown film on his mouth as he happily ate his own shit.
Ember watched from the sidelines as the dragon gorged himself on poop, his cock flexing needily as the flavors undoubtedly filled his mouth. She knew exactly what he was tasting - as a matter of fact, she was pretty sure she had tried his crap before - and she knew exactly just how hot it was to eat. The sour, earthy scent of fresh feces filling her nose… the bitter and salty flavor of the warm shit in her mouth… the heavy weight of a thick, dirty log filling her mouth… The mere thought of eating shit made Ember’s pussy glisten in anticipation. Maybe she would get a chance to indulge herself later today.
“Oh… oh my,” Thorax whispered as he watched the drake squash the remainder of his bowel movement into his mouth. It was a strange thing to witness. Even as he heard the dragon moan and watched him enjoy the pleasure and taste of his own filth, the changeling couldn’t wrap his head around what was going on. But combined with the increasing urgency to relieve himself, his mind was really only focused on one aspect of what he had seen.
The dragon had just squatted down, and pooped without any hesitation as all. No creature batted an eye, no creature commented that it was odd. Sure, the dragon had gathered a few stares, but they had all been watching in interest, not disgust.
And, oh my gosh, if the changeling did not shit soon, it felt like his asshole was going to explode.
With all of this in mind, Thorax made a choice. The hesitation that he had previously felt had been diminishing rapidly as he watched all of the dragons relieve themselves around him, and by now, it was completely gone. His need to poop had outweighed any lingering embarrassment he might have felt. Besides, it seemed that not pooping would be a weirder occurrence in the Dragon Lands than just letting himself go right where he stood.
"O-okay," he said as he took a shuddering breath. "I'm gonna go now."
"Go? Go where?" asked Ember as she raised an eyebrow in confusion.
Thorax squatted down. "Right here!" he exclaimed as his anus flexed, struggling to hold back his waste. "I'm gonna go right here!"
"Oh," Ember's eyes widened in realization. "It's about freaking time..." she trailed off as Thorax's pucker pushed outwards, and a low, rumbling fart ripped out from between his cheeks. He pushed again, and another one quickly burst out as he gasped with the release of pressure in his colon.
The fetid stench of Thorax's farts tickled Ember's nose and she jokingly waved a claw in front of her face. "What a stinkbug," she commented, even though the smell hardly bothered her. If anything, it excited her.
"Hey!" Thorax complained as he let out another fart. "I may be a bug, but I'm not stinky."
"Yeah, but your farts are!" giggled Ember as she breathed in his fresh dose of anal air. "It's okay though, I like 'em."
A pink blush flushed across his green cheeks. Thorax didn't quite know how to interpret what his friend meant by that. She liked his farts? But he didn't have time to linger on that thought right now. The waste inside of his rectum desperately wanted out, and the flatulence was just a precursor to what was coming.
Quickly, Thorax spread his hind legs and squeezed his eyes closed, ready to push. Realizing what was about to happen, Ember quickly repositioned herself behind the changeling to get a front-row seat to what was about to happen. In this spot, all of Thorax was on full display for her to enjoy. His muscular, toned flanks were parted perfectly with a pert, wrinkled roundel of an asshole set nestled just below his railed tail. A full scrotum sat right between his legs, full, heavy testicles held with just enough give to have them jostle slightly with his every movement. And hanging down below was the impressive length of his pale, pink phallus. The color contrasted with the rest of his pale yellow and green chitin. It was also vaguely equine in shape, with a few extra ridges and bumps to match the rest of his bug-like appearance. And instead of the domed flare that was typical of a pony cock, it tapered out into a round head that looked like a flower bud, capping off his length with its own, unique flourish.
She licked her lips at the sight. Ember did not have any real experience with a changeling, or even a stallion for that matter. But she had seen a few cocks in her time, and even more rears. But Thorax's looked especially tasty. And as his asshole began to flex and spread around the head of his waste, she couldn't help but let her mind wander to what that tight little rosebud tasted like.
The changeling grunted as his butthole widened, a brown knob poking out from inside of his ass. The log slowly advanced forward, out of his pucker and descended down towards the ground between his hind legs. Ember watched, totally transfixed by the sight. She hadn’t ever watched an equine take a dump before, let alone a changeling, and she didn’t want to miss any of it.
The first log did not grow very long before it broke off and fell onto the rocks below, but the changeling’s asshole did not wait before flexing again and producing yet another turd. It stretched around an even thicker chunk of scat, this second helping sliding out much faster than the first. It left behind a greasy smear of shit around his wrinkled ponut as it slipped out, joining the first on the ground after only a few moments.
He let out a sigh at the relief of finally emptying his ass out onto the ground. It felt as though he had been holding it in for ages, and being able to release the pressure in his rectum felt so good. And Thorax also couldn’t deny just how freeing it felt to do it in the open like this. For some reason, shitting where anyone could watch him felt so incredibly good, and paired with the relief, it almost felt arousing. He could feel his cock stirring underneath his barrel, as if it wanted to slip out of his sheath as he defecated in front of his friend, right out in the open. Thorax continued to push, and even more poop spilled out of his ass and piled between his hind legs, forming a formidable mound behind him.
Changeling poop, in appearance, did not really look all too different from pony poop. Ember did not have a whole lot of experience with the so-called horseapples, but she had seen a little bit of it left behind in discreet places (a clogged public toilet in Las Pegasus being her most… fortuitous encounter, yet). She couldn’t guess as to what exactly Thorax’s shit was made up of - how does a changeling digest love, after all - but it was brown and lumpy, and smushed together into tightly packed balls of dung.
Dragon shit, on the other claw, was usually softer. Their meat-based diet resulted in longer “logs” of waste that could often get quite soft and creamy in consistency. If a dragon’s poop was hard and lumpy, that meant that they were a little constipated.
As she watched Thorax defecate in front of her, Ember was doing her best to not let the growing warmth between her legs get to her. She could not deny that growing up in the Dragon Lands had led the dragoness to develop some fetishes that ponykind might find a bit odd. While shit and piss (or scat and watersports, as ponies might say) were common sexual inclusions among fellow dragons, other creatures tended to shun such activities as taboo and grotesque. Ember, however, reveled in it. Perhaps more than the others around her, even. And as Thorax punctuated the finale of his bowel movement with another, weaker fart, Ember bit her lip.
"Damn, Thorax," she said as she eyed the mound of crap that he had just pushed out. "That's quite an impressive pile you've made there.”
Thorax blushed. “Thanks?” he questioned as he straightened back up. “Oh, wait, I still need to pee.”
“Don’t let me stop you,” commented Ember huskily as she raised a claw up to her face, biting her knuckles as the changeling cocked one of his hind legs backwards, putting his penis on full display for the Dragon Lord.
A jet of yellow piss quickly poured out of his length, puddling on the ground beside his fresh pile of scat. He let out a sigh of relief as his bladder emptied out, not even caring that Ember was watching him. He had already put aside that concern when he was pooping, and now it was a long-distant memory in his brain. Who cared if she watched? As a matter of fact, it was kind of hot to know that someone else was watching him take care of his most private business and enjoying it.
And, after all of this, Thorax could admit to himself that he kind of enjoyed it too.
Ember's pussy dripped as she breathed in the earthy scent of Thorax's fresh shit and acrid piss. There was a need growing inside of her, not just arousal, but the need to relieve herself as well. A familiar pressure had been growing in her gut throughout the afternoon, and she needed to let it out. But after the generous show that Thorax had just given her, she needed to give him a show of her own.
"Hey, Stinkbug," she called playfully as his pee stream tapered off. "Wanna see something fun?"
"Not a stinkbug," Thorax mumbled under his breath, but it was good-natured.
With a smirk, Ember spread her wings and took off. She flew up and hovered just a few feet over Thorax's head. Thorax was briefly confused as to why Ember was hovering in the air next to him. “Something fun?” Was she planning on doing some flying maneuvers? However, as she reached a claw down between her legs and parted her blue pussy lips in clear view for him to see, he quickly realized exactly what it was she meant by a show. She had just watched him relieve himself, and the dragon intended to return the favor.
The changeling found himself staring at the wet slit set between Ember's thighs. He had never seen a dragon pussy, especially not up close. It was actually quite interesting; the rigid, yet flexible scales that covered most of a dragon's body seemed to split, fading away to expose the softer flesh underneath. Ember's cunt was a nice shade of blue, perhaps just a tint lighter than her scales, and it split to reveal the slick, pink flesh of her parted flower.
As he stared at Ember's spread pussy, the dragon relaxed her bladder and began to let a stream flow. A slow trickle of piss dribbled out from her urethra and began to piddle down to the stone below. The stream gradually increased in strength as it rained down, splattering messily on the ground in front of Thorax, who was completely captivated by the sight. So captivated, in fact, that Ember got an interesting idea.
Still urinating, Ember thrust her hips upward slightly in a quick motion, causing her pee stream to arc even higher upwards briefly. This adjusted the trajectory of her piss enough to platter against Thorax instead of the ground. Trails of her urine splashed against his forelegs and up his chest, and a little bit even managed to hit the tip of his muzzle. Dark streaks ran in rivulets along his green chitin before the stream returned to the ground.
The changeling sputtered as he was suddenly covered in dragon pee. "Whoa, hey!" he cried out. "Watch it!" Ember just laughed in reply, her stream sputtering out as her body shook. Thorax found himself also grinning, and he realized that he didn't really mind it at all.
Funny how just a few hours ago, he probably would have been absolutely disgusted if he got some other creature's urine on him. And yet right now he couldn't care less. As a matter of fact, it was kind of... hot?
Looking at the wet ground in front of him, Thorax thought for a moment before taking a hesitant step forward. His left hoof dipped into the fresh puddle of warm dragon piss pooling on the rock, and he bit his lip at the feeling. It was a lot warmer than he expected, something that in hindsight made sense for a creature with such a high body temperature that they could literally breathe fire.
Meanwhile, things had continued to progress up above him. Ember had moved on to voiding her bowels, pushing and squeezing her colon to get the waste moving. Her scaly pucker flexed a few times as her tail raised, ready to drop her load. What only she noticed however, was that Thorax's hesitant step forward had brought him right underneath her, and directly in her line of fire. The dragon grinned at the realization as she began to push harder.
Ember’s anus winked a few times as her shit advanced towards its exit. Then, her butthole opened up to let a soft coil of light brown scat slowly slide out. The turd was reasonably thick for how soft it was, and dangled down for a good few inches before it tapered out and fell under its own weight…
…and landed with a splat against one of Thorax’s antlers.
The soft, brown shit smudged against the bright orange bone before sliding off and falling to the ground with a plop, right in the middle of her puddle of piss. Thorax let out a startled noise and took a few steps back in shock as another thin rope of smelly dung slid out of Ember and fell beside the first in a neat coil.
“You… you got it on me!” he complained, going cross-eyed as he tried to see the mess on his horns.
“The mess… hnnng,” Ember grunted. “...is part of the fun!” A bubbling fart accompanied her next log, this one even softer and smellier.
Thorax’s muzzle twitched as the scent of her shit hit him, tickling his nose with its pungent vapors as she pooped. While certainly stronger, it wasn’t horrible, and a small part of him admitted that he kind of enjoyed it. He had gotten used to the lingering smell of dragon shit around them, but this was something different all together.
She kept pushing, her tailhole winking as she squeezed out a few final dollops of creamy shit. While she hadn’t quite been as desperate as Thorax, it still felt good for it to be out of her. Plus, she loved the feeling of her soft turds smearing against the ridges of her sensitive pucker as they slid out.
Having finished shitting, Ember touched back down next to Thorax, going behind him with a little skip. She stood next to his pile of dung that he had made just a few minutes ago, looking at it for just a moment before she looked back up to meet his gaze. “See, I’ll get messy, too!”
And then, without any hesitation at all, Ember squished her foot right into the mess of fresh scat. His brown waste smushed up between her toes as she rammed her heel into the ground, coating it completely with his waste in a matter of seconds. She wiggled her foot around for a bit before she bent down and grabbed one of his horseapples with her bare claw and lifted it up. Her eyes narrowed as she inspected it, feeling its weight and its texture for a moment, then she brought it to her chest and smashed it against her breast.
The dark shit smeared across her blue scales, covering them as she spread the mixture across her chest and down to her stomach. It was slightly gritty, a combination of digested hay and a few seeds interrupting the otherwise smooth and damp texture of the manure. “Try it,” she encouraged as she reached down to grab some more to spread on her ass and tail.
Thorax looked at the soft coils of dragon poop that Ember had deposited right in front of him. The scent was still quite a bit sharper than the fumes that lingered in the background, and he couldn’t help but take a deep breath in through his nose. Already there seemed to be a few flies that accumulated around the pile, having been attracted by the scent in the last few minutes. He shooed them, a few brushing against his hoof as they flew away. Their tiny wings fluttered against his chitin, and he accidentally crushed one as he placed his hoof down next to the pile.
“One of your ancestors?” Ember joked as she slapped one that had landed on her shit-covered ass, keeping her trend of bug-relating teasing. Most of her torso and legs were covered with streaks of brown, stinky shit, and she held a lump of changeling waste in one of her claws. He didn’t even have time for a reply as she reached over and smeared a thick streak of his own waste down the side of his body. “You gotta get into it,” she said. “Trust me. It feels fucking great.”
Feeling that was the only further encouragement Thorax needed. He dipped his hoof into her soft pile of scat, collecting a large glob of it before he brought it up and smeared it on his chest. The texture was surprisingly gritty, and as Thorax looked down at his chest closely, he noticed tiny, glittering flecks in the soft shit. It added a subtle iridescence to the otherwise light-brown cream as it spread over his body.
Curious, Thorax scraped some of the sludge off onto his hoof and brought it up to his face to inspect it closer. They were small pieces of multicolored crystal that looked as though they had been shattered into a million pieces. “Oh wow,” he muttered, as he realized what they were. “They’re gems…” Evidently, dragons could not digest all of the rock-hard gemstones they consumed as snacks, and tiny granules of it were present in their feces.
“Yeah,” echoed Ember as she smeared a glob of poop across the side of his barrel. “Gemstones are my weakness. I can never eat just a couple!”
Thorax reached back down to her pile of dung, and another scoop was added to his hoof. He brought it up to spread even more of the shimmering scat around as Ember walked around him, streaks of his own smelly dung following wherever her claws roamed across his body.
It felt good as she gave his backside a firm squeeze, two shitty clawprints left behind on the green chitin. They continued to cover Thorax with poop, Ember taking care of his rear while Thorax smeared it all over his front and forelegs. At one point, the dragoness picked up the remainder of his shit and brought it over to mix with what was left of hers, smushing them together while Thorax splashed in his now tepid piss to smear even more of the drying scat around.
The changeling was not one to deny his own feelings; what they were doing right now was fucking hot. The cooling shit felt amazing against his chitin, and as he lay back on the combined pile and rolled around to smear it across his purple wings, he knew that his cock was starting to slide back out of its sheath.
“Forget stinkbug,” Ember giggled as she sensually smudged some more shit around her inner thighs. “You’re more like a dung beetle.” Thorax giggled as he continued to play in his shit. Ember’s humor was all in good fun, and much better than the bug insults he would get if he went to Canterlot. Besides, she was kind of right.
“Okay,” he admitted with a giggle as he rubbed more of her shit onto his chitin. “I guess you’re kind of right, there.”
Ember was glad that Thorax was enjoying himself. She watched as he eyes roamed over his shitty body, eventually drifting back over to the remnants of her poop that lay beside him in curiosity. Even though she was raised in an environment where such activities were normalized, Ember was well aware that shit was an acquired taste. Not every creature liked it - there were even some dragons that did not. So when she licked Thorax's scat off of her fingers, she in no way expected the changeling to show any interest in trying the brown delicacy for himself.
For his part, Thorax had now watched two dragons taste poop. The larger dragon from before had, of course, taken that large, full-mouthed bite out of his own waste, while Ember had merely sampled the smeared residue of Thorax's crap off of her dirty claws. He had already grown quite accustomed to the smell, and was able to detect and appreciate some of the undertones that one could relate to food in its peculiar scent. Ember's fresh shit smelled earthy and musty, with a hint of something resembling a faint spiciness underneath the potent odor. And as he breathed it in, Thorax couldn't help but wonder if it had an equally as complex flavor as its smell.
As Ember's claws returned to his flank, massaging the scat into his already greasy chitin, Thorax reached out with a forehoof to her cooling coils of poop. His hoof cleaved into the mound easily, smearing the soft shit against his frog as he scooped up a respectable amount of the dung and brought it up to his face.
The smell was even more powerful up close, and threatened to overwhelm his poor nose. But even as his muzzle scrunched up in disgust, his heart rate increased and his arousal grew. The mere idea of how dirty this act was combined with the nervous anticipation of what he was about to do was turning him on immensely. And why shouldn't it? After all, he had just rolled around and smeared shit all over himself.Why shouldn't he find out what Ember's nasty shit tasted like?
He stuck out his tongue, and hesitantly ran it over the pile of soft waste on his hoof. A bit of it smeared off onto his tongue and he pulled it back into his mouth, letting himself get accustomed to the flavor of dragon poop.
The taste of Ember's shit was somehow familiar, and yet so very different from anything else Thorax had ever tasted. The earthy, bitter, and somewhat tangy flavors danced across his tongue as he licked his hoof, and his first gut reaction was one of disgust. But he powered through, and continued to analyze the flavor rather than spit it out. The more he tasted it, the more the changeling came to the conclusion that it really wasn't all that bad.
He went in for another lick, and Ember's wide eyes settled back down into a sultry, heated gaze. "Tastes good, doesn't it?" she asked softly. Thorax didn't immediately reply, opting instead for a third taste of her soft dung. That was an answer enough for her, though.
The Dragon Lord reached down to scoop up the last of Thorax's manure, bringing it up to her own face just as her friend had done with her own waste. She had, of course, already tasted his shit, but there was just something so incredibly sexy about tasting each other’s crap together. Each of them enjoying the other’s fecal product. Tasting the filth that they had just smeared over each other’s bodies.
Ember’s pussy practically gushed as she shoved the soft, lumpy ball of changeling dung into her mouth and chewed into it. The earthy clump easily broke apart as her jaw clamped down, grinding the bitter snack into a wet, gritty paste - its consistency only interrupted by the soft crunch of a fly that had not taken flight fast enough. She resisted the urge to reach down and play with herself as she ate her friend’s shit, opting instead to let her brown saliva drool out around her maw just to smear it all over her chest with her dirty claws. It added to the mess that already sullied her breast, loosening the poop that had begun to dry in the desert sun and allowing the dragoness to spread it around even more.
Thorax had also completely indulged himself in Ember's scat. The changeling had leaned down, pushing his entire muzzle into her dwindling pile of poop with his mouth wide open, collecting as much as he could in one go. He gagged a little bit, more from the volume of waste rather than the foul taste, and leaned back to smear it around his gums with his tongue. Sure, the flavor was absolutely disgusting, but he loved it. The texture was rich and creamy, making the hard crunch of the gemstones distinct in the gross, fudgy mix. He wasn’t too concerned about them - as a changeling, he could digest pretty much anything without a problem.
‘There is definitely no coming back from this discovery,’ he thought to himself as he slumped to the ground to enjoy the nastiness of what he was doing. He was definitely going to experiment more with this when he got back to the Hive. Maybe other changelings were just as dirty and kinky as the dragons were.
Taking a cue from Ember, he rolled over and sat up slightly and then opened his mouth to let the half-chewed dragon poop drool out of his mouth and land on his stomach with wet “plop.” He smeared the fetid mush around his hoof, coating his underside in brown, sloppy mush. It had been warmed back up from being in his mouth, and it felt amazing against the vulnerable, soft chitin of his belly. He wanted to be covered in shit.
He rolled around on the ground, spreading his legs wide as he made a complete mess of himself. Ember laughed as she watched, glad he was enjoying himself. It almost looked as if he were trying to make a-
“Look!” Thorax exclaimed as he noticed the Dragon Lord watching him with amusement. “I’m making a poop angel!” He moved his legs up and down across the rocks, smearing brown residue across the surface in a disgusting approximation of a brown, greasy snow angel.
The sight made Ember burst out in raucous laughter, and she lay down next to him, doing the same. Together, they painted a disgusting mural of their shit all over the ground, rolling around and making as much of a mess as they could.
Sitting up and spreading his dirty wings, Thorax noticed that Ember was staring at his cock and balls, and he smirked. “What, you like dung beetle dick?” he commented, remembering what she had teasingly called him earlier.
The Dragon Lord smiled sultrily as she shuffled a little bit closer to him. “I don’t know,” she said. “Never had a chance to try one out.”
Silently, Thorax leaned back and spread his hind legs even wider to fully reveal his junk to his friend. The action gave Ember wordless consent to go ahead and try him out, and the dragoness licked her lips as she moved even closer.
The changeling sighed as Ember cupped his balls in her claw, feeling their hefty weight in her palm and gently rolling them around as she felt up his sack. His testicles were full of what could only be unspent cum, and she bit her lip as she imagined him emptying them.
“Careful,” he giggled as her claws daintily brushed along the underside of his sack. “That tickles.”
She looked back up to meet Thorax’s eyes as she gave his nutsack a soft squeeze, watching as his giggles turned into a muffled moan. “Well, Thorax,” she cooed. “From my first impression I’m liking what I’m seeing.”
Thorax’s eyes fluttered shut and he tilted his head back as Ember continued to fondle his balls, panting as she played with him. His cock flexed, hardening as the dragon continued to play with his bits. Her touch was soft but skillful, and it was making his dick hard and needy from playing with his balls alone.
For her part, Ember was impressed by just how large Thorax was. She had caught a glimpse of his cock when he was pissing, but it was a whole different beast up close and hard. Ponies were known for their impressive penis sizes, especially for how small some of their bodies could be when compared to a dragon, and it appeared that changelings also fell into that camp. Fully erect, Thorax’s dick was roughly the size of Ember’s forearm, and perhaps even a little bit thicker.
However, as large as he was, there was one thing missing.
Ember glanced over to the spread out pile of shitty mush the two of them had made. Their individual waste was indecipherable at this point - it had all been boxed together into a stinky brown paste that was everywhere around them. Both of them were covered in thick streaks of their combined scat, but Thorax’s genitals had been spared most of the mess while they were retracted inside of his sheath. It was time to change that.
She reached out with her free claw, the other still cupping his balls, to scoop up some of the cooling dung from the rocky ground. The creamy waste smeared along her digits as they cleaved into one of the larger deposits, and Ember lifted a good handful up and over towards Thorax’s bobbing cock. It was amazing that there was still so much of it left, even after all that got spread across their bodies. But she was going to put it to good use.
Thorax’s eyes widened as a new sensation spread along the length of his penis. He looked down to watch as Ember slowly stroked his aching prick, smearing a thick glob of scat along his member as she did so. “O-oh… oh shit,” he muttered, the feeling of the poop on his dick so new and so, so good. “Holy crap.”
The dragoness smiled at his response. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” she asked softly. But she already knew the answer. The other drakes loved it when she did this to them.
“It feels so freaking good,” Thorax breathed out, his breath hitching as Ember’s thumb rubbed along the ridge at the tip of his cock.
Once his cock was fully coated in a healthy layer of shit, Ember reached over to grab even more. This time, she smeared it all over the balls she had been so lovingly caressing. Her claws dragged lines of filth across his smooth skin, covering every inch of his pale yellow sack with stinky brown scat. Both of her hands were absolutely coated with feces, and each brush of her fingers left behind a deep brown trail. Within minutes, the entirety of Thorax's crotch was covered with a thick coat of dragon and changeling poop, any semblance of green, yellow, or pink fully drowned out by the overwhelming brown.
It was an impressive work of art, from her point of view at least.
On his end, Thorax was now as hard as a rock. The combination of Ember's soft and gentle touches with the unique feeling of cooling shit smeared across his dick had brought him right up to full mast. His cock was bobbing upwards as Ember coated his balls with stinky poop, and he craved any sort of direct stimulation as his lust grew more and more. He could practically taste Ember's own arousal, her love aura glowing like a beacon right in front of him.
Ember plopped the rest of the poop into a small pile right in front of her as she began to steadily stroke the changeling’s cock. As the dragon picked up her pace in jerking Thorax off, she scooted forward, smearing the pile of scat against her dripping wet pussy. The mess coated the inside of her thighs and she let out a low moan as she began to slowly hump the pile. She let go of his balls and began to finger herself, enjoying the feeling of their gritty crap as it slid along her juicy, inner walls.
The two of them rapidly succumbed to mutual pleasure. Ember had already been horny as fuck from everything that had proceeded this, and Thorax was greatly enjoying this new discovery.
Thorax let out a loud groan as his balls clenched and his cock twitched. Ember bit her lip as she kept on stroking, her other claw still fingering her filthy snatch as her friend went over the edge. With a grunt, the changeling’s dick pulsed, and a jet of thick, white cum burst out. It rocketed into the sky before arcing over and splattering down against his stomach. Another burst of cum quickly followed, then another, and another as his full balls emptied themselves.
His hips bucked upwards as he came, leaving thick ropes of changeling jizz all over his chest and Ember’s claw. It left streaks of crisp, clean white against the brown mess that covered both of them.
Ember humped the pile of shit between them, fingering herself frantically as she reached her own climax. She fell backwards with a cry of pleasure, letting go of Thorax’s throbbing cock as she came. Her petite frame was racked with spams as clear, creamy fluid squirted from her shit-covered cunt, raining down over Thorax’s panting form in front of her. It drenched his softening cock as another burst of dragon juice exploded from her convulsing form, her moans attracting the attention of a few dragons who were passing nearby.
The sight of the Dragon Lord enjoying herself among them was not particularly new, but her choice of partner was certainly interesting to them. They let out a few lewd cheers and comments as they walked by, enjoying the sight of the two shit-covered friends coming down from their consecutive orgasmic highs.
As the intensity of his pleasure faded into a gentle warmth, Thorax didn’t even realize he was drifting off to sleep. He only noticed when he was jostled back to full consciousness by a weight crawling on top of him. The changeling blearily opened his eyes to see that Ember had nestled up over him and had wrapped her arms around his torso. Without really thinking, he brought a foreleg up around her back and pulled her closer. The two of them sighed as they cuddled into one another, their wet and sticky bodies smearing up against each other as their various fluids and feces slowly dried.
“Shouldn’t we go, like… clean up?” whispered Thorax, even though he couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do less at that moment.
“Nah,” Ember replied, snuggling closer. “Let’s just stay like this for a bit.” Thorax closed his eyes again, easily giving in to the temptation of a post-orgasm nap.
“When we get up, then I can bring you to that bathroom you wanted to see,” Ember quietly joked as the two of them drifted off to sleep.
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