Keeping away from Kaa proved difficult for our young hero. The huge python was tricky to outsmart and evade, especially due to her hypnosis and agility.

Had he not woken up from her trance in the nick of time, Jamie was sure he'd have been disgested over the course of a week or so, and only seen his long-awaited escape from a gruesome, agonising death by becoming nothing more than a pile of shit inside Kaa's chamber.

So Jamie ran off as fast as his furry white legs could carry him up the flight of stairs. Luckily, he was still decently fit for a paladin-in-training. He may not have been at the top of his group, but he wasn't exactly one of the worst, either.

Thankfully, even after his encounter with the merciless reptile, his endurance was still at a good capacity as he legged it up the staircase for his next challenge.

Hopefully, the next guardian would have been easier than the first. They had better be, given that he still had 19 floors left to climb, towards the top where the evil poodle lady Georgette was waiting for him.

As soon as he reached the door, Jamie took a second to regain his breath.

He didn't need to get too tired so soon. He had to have enough energy for the fight to come.

After taking a couple deep breaths, he placed his hand on the handle and pushed it open, ready for the next ordeal.

But as soon as he did, he almost wished that he waited a little more.

The scent of sweat and semen hit his nose the instant the door was cracked open.

And it hit him like a punch to the face.

"Oh God, what is that?!" Jamie exclaimed.

It wasn't devastatingly overpowering to the point he couldn't breathe, far from it. Though it wasn't something he'd want to find out the source of, if he had a choice, and would rather get the whole thing over with as fast as possible.

But despite his disgust, he forced himself through, wanting to see if his nose had been deceiving him.

The room itself was a lot different than Kaa's dark dungeon theme. It looked more like a gym of some sort, with the walls, ceiling and floor being all one giant padded mat.

Jamie looked around, expecting someone or something to jump out at him. Maybe another snake, or at least a reptilian creature like the one that almost had his way with him on the floor below.

But instead, his eyes caught an odd figure on the other side of the room.

It wasn't like any creature he had seen before. Not an alive one, anyway; only in stories of both fiction and non-fiction.

She was a gorgeous orange in scale, with a pale beige color on the front of her pudgy body, from the chin to the underside of her tail.

Around her head, rather than hair, it was a bone structure of sorts, as well as a trio of horns; one of her nose and two on her head, giving away what she was.

A triceratops.

From the trophies in compeitions of fighting other "niche" sports & activities, he quickly figured out that her name was Cera, and she was currently in a fighting position, her thick arms swinging back and forth against a huge slab of meat, dangling from a hook.

Loud punches echoed through the room with each strike, as the remains of whatever deceased animal rocked back and forth after every display of her impressive strength.

What really caught Jamie's attention, however, was the size difference between them. From the distance between them across the room, he could see she easily towered over him, and he was sure she could squash him like a bug if sue wanted to.

No doubt, she was the cause of the smell, too. She probably hadn't washed in days, given her current state.

The young fox didn't know whether to speak up or not, but before he could decide, Cera stopped her training, and turned her head in his direction, making him almost jump in his skin.

"Yeah? What'd you want?" The dinosaur asked, sounding bored already.

"I- I'm here to see Georgette," Jamie said. "I've come to stop her."

Cera scoffed before esher started walking up to him. "Sure you are(!) That's what they all say."

She was now standing over him, and Jamie's heart rate rose considerably, seeing as the tip of his ears didn't even reach her tits.

"Alright, if that's what you want." Cera said, scratching the inside of her ear with her little finger. "Same deal as the rest of them, foxy. If you can take me down, I'll let you through."

Jamie gulped, but he nodded. He didn't like to imagine what the consequences of defeat would be.

"Well, you better get ready, then." She told him. "'Cause I ain't going easy on ya!"

Jamie didn't have time to react, as Cera immediately took a swing at him, grabbing his sword arm with lifting him up with ease.

"W-w-wait a second, hold on!" He cried out, squirming in her grasp.

"Nope." Was all Cera replied, before tossing him across the room.

He landed in a crumpled heap, feeling a twinge in his leg as he tried to push himself up, and he could hear his sword clatter against the mat, sliding away from him across the room.

Cera chuckled at his pathetic efforts. She was used to it, though. This wasn't her first rodeo.

"Oh, what's the matter, fox?" Cera teased. "Did you want me to be gentle?"

"Of course not, but I didn't-" Jamie started, before he was interrupted.

"Too bad!" Cera yelled, charging at him. "Cause that ain't happening! If you wanna get past me, you're gonna have to make me submit!"

Once again, despite her size and weight, the anthro dinosaur moved too quickly for him to react.

He didn't get the chance to grab his sword or make a break for it, as she was suddenly upon him, wrapping her huge arms around him.

"H-hey! Let me go!" He pleaded/demanded, struggling to get free of her bearhug.

Instead, the big gal held him up so that he was directly in front of her, before tilting forwards.

"Timber!" She yelled as she plopped down onto her front, squashing Jamie beneath her, and forcing the air out of his lungs.

Cera's weight was so heavy that he was pinned down completely, unable to even attempt moving out from under her.

If she wanted, she could've finished him off right then and there. But where would the fun in that be? No sense rushing things.

"Hey, I thought you were supposed to be tough." She joked, smacking him lightly on the side of his head with her palm.

"C-can't... breathe..." The fox wheezed out, as he did indeed find it difficult to function his lungs.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll get up. Eventually." She said, rolling her eyes.

The young vulpine wasn't sure how much time had passed since Cera had laid down, but to him, it felt like an eternity, being crushed under her body.

And as he was laying helpless beneath her, the dino gal was just picking her nose.

Jamie was sure he was gonna die, if his insides didn't explode first, until finally, his captor decided to get off him.

He didn't care why she was doing it, he was just glad that she had...

For 5 seconds.

As soon as she was back up, the Triceratops turned herself around so her enormous ass was facing the canine.

Jamie could only watch as Cera lowered her bottom onto his face, and then laid down again, squishing him beneath her once more. Only this time, much smellier.

"What's the matter, fox?" She taunted, shaking her hips a little. "Not enjoying yourself?"

Jamie didn't answer her, as his mouth was occupied.

"I'll bet you're loving this, aren't you?" Cera continued to tease, getting comfortable on his face.

In any other situation, this may have been a turn on for him. A beautiful, scaly woman sitting on his face, her buttocks pressed up against his nose and mouth.

But he had a job to do, and a world to save, so the foul smell or excessive weight weren't helping him.

"You like that, huh? You like that big, fat, juicy ass?" Cera continued. "It's all a little perv like you belongs."

The more she talked, the more the fox wanted her to shut up. The clear dominance over him was one thing, but the teasing was making things worse.

The dinosaur gal didn't stop, though. She loved the sound of her own voice, and would've talked forever, if Jamie didn't need to consume oxygen regularly.

But she wasn't planning on killing him, or letting him go, either. She had something much worse in mind, and decided to give him a taste of what was to come.

"Hey, guess what?" She said, getting his attention.

Jamie didn't bother trying to ask her what, because he knew he wouldn't be able to speak, nor would she be able to hear him, anyway.

PRRRFFFFFT!

"MMMPH!" Jamie gagged, as his nostrils were assaulted with the smell of her fart.

"Ha! You like that?!" Cera laughed, continuing to blast him with her rotten eggs musk.

Despite not being able to respond, it was obvious to the both of them what the answer was.

The dinosaur girl smirked, and decided to have a bit of fun.

"Hey, foxy. You ever heard the story of the three little pigs?" She asked, wiggling her butt.

Jamie didn't know what she was talking about, nor did he want to listen, but he had no choice.

"Well, one day, the a horny little pig had gone off to the market. And when he came home, he noticed that his house was occupied."

As she was telling the story, Cera began rocking her hips back and forth, rubbing her smelly rear end against the canine's face.

"When he went to investigate, he found that a big, bad wolf was sleeping inside his house. But she was a big, strong wolf, so she made sure he knew his place in life, pulling the little runt under the covers."

"PRRRFFFT! HSSSSPPPPLLTTTT!

"And as he got under the covers, she loudly farted in his face. 'You're my bitch, now.' She said 'And you better be grateful I'm letting you be'."

Cera chuckled at the story, as well as his suffering of him inhaling her foul gas as she ripped another one right in his face.

"So, he accepted his position underneath the bigger and stronger girl, and he never forgot his place in life ever, ever, EVER again."

She ended her story with one last burst of gas, which left Jamie feeling light-headed.

Things all around his vision were buzzy and blurry, and what he COULD see wasn't too appealing to his peepers. Cera's fat ass took up the majority of his sense of sight, and smell, for that matter.

His tongue and snout were drenched in her sweat, and his ears were full of the sound of her booming gassy flatulence, as well as her voice.

He had no choice but to just sit there and endure her cruel humiliation, but luckily, he didn't have to endure it for long.

The moment he thought that passing out would be the best thing to happen to him right now, he literally felt a huge weight lifted off his chest as the dinosaur got up off him, allowing a brief breeze of fresh air into his lungs again. Though it was nowhere near enough to replace the tank-worth of flatulence in them already.

"Alright, you ready to quit?" She asked, looking down at him with disdain.

Jamie looked up at her, and tried to get his voice out.

"N-no..." He wheezed, though he didn't sound very convincing in his confidence. "Ne-never..."

"Oh, good." The triceratops followed up, quickly dropping to her knees on the much smaller fox.

He was grateful she landed where she did; her knees knocked the wind out of him as soon as she crashed into his lower section, but at least she missed his testicles.

If she was a few inches lower, he was sure she would have crushed them, and that wasn't even worth thinking about.

It was already bluntly clear to him that this girl enjoyed playing rough & dirty, but if she had done that, Jamie didn't even think he could continue living after that. Whether literally or metaphorically.

Regardless of crushing his baby-makers or not, the aspiring hero only knew that he was trapped again. This time from the front by the stronger, heavier and admittedly, beautiful dinosaur girl.

Leaning down to slam her hands into his cheeks and keep his face looking straight at hers, the dinosaur parted her lips in an O shape, aiming squarely down for little Jamie's.

The canine struggled, trying to escape from her, but he wasn't strong enough to move his head in the slightest, let alone push her away.

The dino's mouth began to dangle out a bulky string of saliva, which descended down towards the helpless canine's already-disgraced face.

As it neared his mouth, he attempted to clamp it shut and refuse entry, but Cera was far from done yet.

Without warning, the young hero felt a large, hard tail jab itself into his small testicles. Even though they were still covered by his pants, it succeeded in giving him a shock to his core and instinctively opening his mouth from surprise.

Unfortunately for him, the bigger gal timed her shot perfectly, getting her gross string of drool in his exposed mouth, and almost all the way down his throat.

It didnt stop there either, as Cera quickly clamped his mouth shut with her hands, giving him no way to remove it in any way other than what she wanted him to.

"Mmmm-mmmph!" Jamie protested, as his eyes began to water up from the taste.

It was awful, like eating a pile of rotten food and vomit mixed into one. He could tell that Cera knew that and not only didn't care, but was enjoying his suffering.

"Swallow it." She instructed, firmly holding him in place. "Come on now, be a big boy!"

"MMMMPPH!" He yelled, still fighting her. He barely moved an inch, but at least the effort was there.

"Oh, for crying out loud." She said, before deciding to force him herself.

She placed her fingers on either side of his face and slowly squeezed his cheeks together, making him have no choice but to gulp the dirty hot liquid down his throat, much to his reluctance.

This wasn't how he expected his first real "fight" in the tower to go down, but if he was going to win, then he had to put up a struggle.

And as he continued to choke down the sloppy, slimy saliva, the fox tried again, this time grabbing her wrists in a feeble attempt to pry her hands off him.

Once again, Cera seemed completely unfazed by his useless struggles, and her grip didn't falter in the slightest.

"That's it, hero(!)." The triceratops girl sarcastically encouraged the little fox, who was not in a position to reply. "You've nearly got me off(!) Just a few more good pushes(!)"

The young vulpine was starting to panic. His strength was fading, and his attempts were weakening.

And his breathing was becoming harder and harder to control, as he felt Cera's nasty glob was beginning to clog his airways.

"Nearly there! Nearly, nearly neeeeearly..." The dinosaur continued to tease, pushing herself off the fox, inch by inch.

From what little thought power he had left in him, Jamie knew she was just mocking him, but couldn't respond to her.

Finally, just as it seemed like he may have had a chance to escape, it all came tumbling down...

Quite literally.

Cera slammed her whole body down on him, pressing her entire weight into him, and pinning him down.

"Gotcha!" She exclaimed triumphantly.

Jamie let out a pained gasp, and he could feel his organs shifting around inside him from the impact, which didn't feel pleasant at all.

He soon realised his face was smothered right i between the triceratops' breasts, which should have been paradise for the young vulpine.

Yet, given the circumstances and who he was dealing with, it was closer to a nightmare.

She was far too big, too strong and too heavy to keep fighting. If he could even call this a fight to begin with.

There was no doubt in his mind that if Cera had been serious from the start, he wouldn't have stood a chance of surviving this long.

"You've been a good boy." The horned dinosaur complimented, running a hand through his head's fur. "You put up more of a fight than I thought you would... Though I guess that's not saying much."

Jamie wanted to respond, but even if he could from under her massive cleavage, he was sure it wouldn't faze her in the slightest.

"I've had fun with you, but now I think it's time to teach you where you really belong." She finished, getting off him and pulling him up by the collar.

The fox struggled against her, trying to pull himself free from her iron grip, but it was no use. He didn't have the strength nor the willpower to keep fighting. And even if it did, it would just lead to more gross pain.

He was at her mercy, and the triceratops girl clearly didn't have a merciful bone in her body.

Speaking of her body, she lifted up her arm and pressed his face into her sweaty armpit, rubbing him around in circles as if she was polishing a crystal.

Jamie had to admit, her sweat was pretty tasty compared to her farts, but that was probably the only thing that was.

"Get a good whiff, boy." She instructed, pressing the back of his head harder into the dirty pits. "Show me that you've learnt your place, and I'll let you take a rest"

He didn't need any further coaxing. If being in her armpit like this and taking a breath of air would mean an end to the torment, then it was well worth the humiliation.

Getting his long tongue out, Jamie proceeded to lick the big gal's pit, taking in all the sweat, dirt and stench.

"There's a good little hero(!)" Cera taunted, giggling as his wet tongue lapped up her armpit. "Just imagine how proud your friend would be(!) To see you made it up 1 flight of stairs and gave up on the second floor. I bet they'd be soooo proud(!)" 

The taunting continued, as Jamie reluctantly kept licking and sucking up the sweat from the horned girl's underarm.

"What's the matter? Don't you like being a hero?" She mocked. "Is the great hero of the village really just a little weakling? Can't handle a few girly farts or some smelly pits?"

He could feel his dignity melting away with each insult she threw at him, and it didn't help that she was right.

He wasn't the strongest, or the bravest, and certainly not the smartest fox in town, and if he didn't know it before, then it was very clear now.

Even if he still had his sword, there was no way he'd be able to stop her. He was outclassed in every single way.

But even though his spirit had been crushed, his body had not. His member was rock hard from all the teasing and humiliation, and if his hands weren't pinned down, then he'd probably be jerking himself off pretty shamelessly.

Cera could feel his hardness as he rubbed against her much larger body, and smirked.

"I bet you're dying to fuck my cunt right now, aren't you?" She teased, knowing that she'd get a rise out of him.

She was right, Jamie would do anything to bury his face between her legs and eat her out, but he was in no position to negotiate.

"Too bad. I'd rather eat shit than fuck a loser like you." The Triceratops went on, followed by a cruel laugh.

He didn't have the willpower to feel dejected anymore. That was long out the window by now.

And what was worse, Cera wasn't even done with him; her sickest plan for him yet hadn't even been implemented, until now.

"Speaking of..."

Without further warning, The dino gal picked him up effortlessly and carried him over her shoulder to another room on the floor.

"Let's get you acquainted with your new home."

The room she took him into was just as dark as the rest of the tower, and not much else seemed to stand out about it.

The main difference, however, was the toilet-looking wooden and steel box that sat in the middle of the room, with a little hole in the seat.

There was something in front of it, planted into he ground as Jamie noted when she put him down.

As soon as he was let go, however, Cera made sure he kept his eyes on her, with that fierce gaze not leaving her eyes at any moment.

"Strip. Now." She ordered, and the young fox obeyed.

He didn't know why she was still bothering with the whole "dominant" act. He'd submitted a long time ago, but he did as she asked.

His Armor and clothing were discarded on the floor, leaving him out in the open like that. He didn't even bother covering up his junk; he knew Cera was gonna poke fun at it anyway.

"So, "hero. "You finally learned your place?" She asked.

Jamie just nodded, not wanting to talk.

"Good. Then I'm sure you'll understand what I'm about to tell you and why you're here."

The thicc dinosaur walked behind him, to the part of the floor in front of the toilet box, beding down to the foot of it.

Lifting both the floor and the front side of the box up to reveal what was inside, Jamie's heart sank even further when he quickly put two and two together.

It was some kind of bondage set to lie down in, with chains and cuffs to hold people inside it.

The triceratops stood back up, and turned to the fox.

She just pointed at it, and he already knew the rest.

"Inside." She instructed, and he was quick to obey.

Jamie crawled into the device, and as he laid back, the dinosaur lowered the front and put the chain around his neck, keeping him held down.

She proceeded to do the same with the arms and legs, ensuring the bonds were as tight as could be.

"How do you like it?" She asked. "Comfy? It's all for you. Just for a little loser like you."

He was about to respond, before she pushed a button, and the chains began to move, bringing his whole body further inside, his head getting closer and closer to the exact spot underneath the seat hole.

To say the smell was atrocious would be an understatement, but it was clear from the look on Cera's face that she'd been planning this from the start.

As soon as he stopped moving and was fireclay beneath the hole, he could hear the sound of Cera locking the cuffs from outside the box, before slamming the floor part down over him.

He was truly trapped, now. There was no chance of escape.

The only part sticking our from under the floor was his head, and that was about to get messy real quickly.

Cera lifted the lid up off the seat, revealing his face below the hole, and his eyes were immediately drawn to the contents of the toilet once he could see a bit more clearly.

There were a lot of things inside the toilet bowl, from rotting food scraps to what looked like an old dead mouse, as well as what he guessed were her faeces. He could also just barely make out some toenail clippings and even a few used pads.

He'd never seen such a mess in his life, and the stench was absolutely overpowering.

"Alright, "hero(!)" Cera said, looking down at him again. "I don't wanna hear a single sound from you. No talking at all! I don't care what anyone says or does to you; you use that mouth only for eating and drinking what I give you! Understood?"

Jamie wanted to say something, but he was too frightened to disobey her, so he nodded as best he could, withthe limited space he had to do so.

Without another word, Cera turned around and sat her fat ass down on the seat above him, sighing contently.

"God, I've been holding this one in all day. I hope you're hungry, fox." She laughed, relaxing her anus muscles.

PRRRFFFFFFT!

With an obnoxiously loud fart, Cera let the gas fly down, directly into Jamie's face, and there was no dodging the blast, being so close and with nowhere else for the rancid air to go.

Any possible way of fresh air getting inside the toilet box was non-existent, and the poor fox had no choice but to inhale the dirty fumes and swallow them.

It was a miracle he didn't pass out after that first one alone.

"Mmm, yeah. That's the good stuff." She commented, smacking her lips as she let another one rip.

PRRRFFFFFBTT!

Even more of the horrid air met Jamie's snout, entering his lungs in only seconds after being let loose.

It was like he could feel his insides rotting from the vile gas, but he knew this was only the beginning, of what was to come.

Cera didn't hold back on the farting, letting loose as many as she could, one after another.

Jamie lost count after about the 5th or 6th one, as his nose and mouth were constantly assaulted by the dinosaur girl's foul gas.

How he managed to stay alive, let alone awake during that onslaught was anyone's guess, but he complied with his orders and didn't say a word.

No matter how much he wanted to cough, gag or even throw up, he remains totally silent.

Finally, after what felt like a decade, the farting had stopped, and he could breathe.

But knowing his new mistress the way he did, it was clear the flatulence was the easy part; now came the hard part.

With his vision still blurry from the rancid air particles invading him, it wasn't easy to make out what was happening next. Especially with how dark it was in there, with Cera's enormous thicc arse blocking the only income of light in the wooden tomb.

A loud, disgusting and sloppy plop was heard from the top of his new home/prison, as the first turd fell from her butt, landing right on his lips.

It didn't take much brainpower for the young fox to figure out what the hell it was, and where exactly it had landed, either.

"Open wide!" Cera called down to him, shaking her rump back and forth above him.

Jamie knew he didn't have a choice, parting his lips and allowing the smelly log in his maw.

The taste was even more repulsive than her drool had been. The dino shit was mushy, like she hadn't eaten many different kinds of actual food in days.

Which wouldn't be a surprise, given how huge her body was, but that was no excuse for her shitty tastes.

It truly smelt and tasted like something had died and was making its way into his throat.

"Yeah, that's a good little foxy. Swallow up that dino doo-doo." Cera taunted, continuing to push out the rest of her waste.

The more he tried not to taste it, the stronger the flavor was, and he could feel his life-force leaving his body, bit by bit.

A shame, really. His life-force was the only thing he had left right now, and if this new diet kept up, he knew it wouldn't last long.

Speaking of, Cera began letting out another fat log from her dirty anus, letting it fall into the young fox's mouth.

Once again, the fox had no choice but to open his maw and let it into him, chewing the mushy, smelly shit.

The more he ate, the more he wished he never set foot in the tower.

What was he thinking, trying to take on someone like Cera? How could he have ever thought he had a chance, even a sliver of a chance at beating her?

He knew how stupid he'd been, and that was why he was where he was. This was what he deserved.

Soon enough, the triceratops had finished doing her business and stood up, allowing her new toilet slave to see the ceiling again.

"Well, I've got better things to do than keep watch on you, so I'll leave you to enjoy your meal." She told him, as she held up his clothing and moved his shirt to her anus, beginning to wipe herself with his clothes. "You've got a long and stinky road ahead of you, hero."

He couldn't do anything to stop her, to save his village or get out of here. He was truly doomed, and now so were his friends & family.

This was all his fault.

Leaving him with that thought, Cera threw the dirty shirt into the corner of the room and shut the lid on the box, trapping him in the dark.

Not a moment later, Jamie heard her exit the room, closing the door behind her, leaving him in silence, the only sound he could hear being the sound of his own heartbeat.

There was nothing else for him to do, but swallow his dinner and wait for his next meal.

---

It was hard to guess how long had passed since Cera used him before, but Jamie didn't much care for that right now. All he knew was that he would have to get used to this new life of his, and whatever would happen to the people in his old life was because of him.

He deserved every bit of blame they had for him, and he could do nothing about it now, anyway. He was trapped, and there was no way to escape.

The sound of the door opening made him jump, and his heart began to race again.

'Time to be useful again.'

He didn't know whether he should be excited, relieved or even dreading the moment.

All he knew was that he needed to serve his new mistress as best he could.

However, when the toilet lid opened, it wasn't his mistress' face staring back at him.

It was a beautiful anthro poodle girl, wearing an elegant blue dress that matched her fluffy hair.

No doubt, this was Georgette. And no doubt, here to taunt him and gloat about her victory.

That was pretty clear, as she began laughing when she looked down at the state he was in.

"So, you must be this Jamie Cera told me about." The fancy-looking poodle girl said between her giggles. "I expected a little more from the village's last hero."

He had no way to reply, even if he was allowed, and she didn't seem to care.

"But then again, maybe they should have known not to trust such a little weakling with something like this. It's no wonder you got beaten so easily."

She was right, though. He gave in on only the second trial. It wad only through luck that he managed to get past Kaa on the previous floor. Facing off against Cera was only going to end one way.

"Well, I'm not interested in talking to someone like you. After all, what use is talking to a toilet?"

As she said that, Georgette turned around and reached under her dress, pulling down her underwear and sitting down on the hole over his head, showing him her anus.

To be honest, at this point, he should have considered himself lucky to be eating her shit instead of Cera's.

Jamie's eyes were immediately drawn to the anus in his face, and it was only when the first turd fell onto his face that he realised how badly he'd fucked up.

He was sure Cera had the worst taste, but her's was worse.

The first smell was enough to make his nose bleed.

The taste was even worse, though. It was like his tongue was melting off, and the texture was like something had crawled into her asshole and died.

It was probably due to some kind of magic, just to humiliate him further. Whereas Cera's was all natural, Georgette seemed intent on making it as bad as possible for him. The way is gracefully flew out of her arsehole helped with that idea.

But whatever the case, Jamie didn't complain, or try to pull away.

He had no right to refuse. He was nothing more than a toilet. A place for his betters to dump their shit and piss.

Toilets didn't speak, or have opinions. They were only good for one thing, and he was determined to be the best toilet for his mistresses.

The poodle girl had no issue letting out her waste into the young vulpine's mouth, one log after another, not caring about how he felt, or how gross it was.

"Hmmm hm hm hm hmm~" Georgette teasingly hummed, shaking her butt in his face as her scat got everywhere around him.

He did his best not to taste or smell it, but with his nostrils being constantly assaulted and his mouth full of the foul shit, he had no choice but to take it.

He didn't deserve to have a choice anymore, and it didn't bother him in the slightest.

It took a while, but eventually, the poodle had finished, and wiped her anus clean with the available toilet paper, keeping her snowy white bottom pristine and flawless, standing up to take a look at the pathetic fox beneath her.

He was helplessly eating through her faeces, taking great care not to miss any.

It was amusing, and it didn't hurt that the sight was a turn-on for the evil canine.

"I think I'll be using this often." She seemingly told herself as he got the majority of her bacteria-riddled waste down his throat.

Before he could breath properly, however, he watched as she dropped the used toilet paper over his still open mouth, and he quickly closed his lips, taking the disgusting, smelly material into his maw.

He chewed up the used tissues, not needing to be ordered to do so, but wished he hadn't.

At least the shit was edible. But the toilet paper was just a horrible addition, and was the last thing he wanted to put in his mouth, or anywhere near his tongue.

Still, toilets don't complain, or even think about that stuff. He was a tool, and nothing more.

"Mmm, what a wonderful toilet." Georgette commented, wiping her perfect bottom one more time for good measure.

It didn't even need to be wiped; there wasn't a speck of waste left on it, and yet, she didn't hesitate in putting the dirtied tissue in his mouth.

Jamie obediently took it and chewed again. It didn't go down as easy, but that was fine.

It didn't matter. Toilets didn't care about what was put in them, as long as they served their purpose and disposed of waste.

Georgette let out a little giggle and added a little drop of spit onto the fox's head, just for fun, before pulling her expensive panties back up and closing the lid, shutting him back into the dark, leaving him with nothing but the taste and smell of the waste still on his tongue and inside his nose.

BAD END 2: TOILET