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Kraft20022, about a dragon who lands himself in paradise when he meets a village full of dragon-worshipping furries. Problem is, the dragon has some gas near his colon...
With special guest appearance by Derrick.
Beyond the world of furries was a small village consisting of dragon-worshipping furries and mythical creatures. The village was relatively small and had a tiny population, not even over 200 furries. It looked a lot like a town from a western movie and had nothing more than one single dirt road with a series of buildings on both sides. Beyond the village were a series of caves and a large lake, but other than that, the village was barren. It was Kren’s lucky day that he decided to make a pit stop in this small village. Kren was a large western dragon with red scales and a yellow underbelly, which was bulging at the moment and sloshing around. Kren spotted the village below and slowly reduced his wing speed, landing at the village entrance. The minute he landed, he was greeted by tons of furries who were chattering about him and practically praising him like a god. Kren cocked an eyebrow and observed the ecstatic furries.
“Welcome Lord of all who conquers the sky! You are our master and we…are your humble servants.” said the furry leader, bowing.
“Um…sup?” said Kren.
“Let us honor your arrival by making a hefty feast for you.”
“Oh, no, no, no, no. You don’t have to do that.”
“But we insist!”
“I appreciate the offer, really I do, but as you can see, I already ate a really big lunch.”
Kren stood on his hind legs and revealed his gargantuan belly to the townfolk, patting it twice and sighing as the fluids sloshed around. Kren wasn’t obese or even overweight, but his belly was a lot bigger after he ate his lunch earlier that day.
“Trust me, with what I ate today, I don’t think I’ll even bother eating dinner.” said Kren, getting back on all fours.
“Well what is it that you require?”
Kren smacked his mouth twice. “I am quite parched.”
“Come this way and I’ll guide you to the freshest drinking water this side of the country.”
Kren slowly followed the furry leader through a secret path that lead to the lake. Just the view of the area was beautiful with the sunset caressing the water and sparkling it like dew. The water was so clear that Kren could see his own mug staring back at him. Kren thought of it as his own personal mirror and smiled into the water, shifting his eyebrows left and right.
“Drink as much as you like, O Great One!”
Kren dunked his maw into the water and began to drink the fresh clean liquid, quenching his thirst by each second and wetting his throat. The leader could clearly see lumps travel down his throat with each gulp and knew that Kren was very parched. After drinking non-stop for 30 seconds, Kren stopped because the cold water was starting to freeze his teeth. The red dragon exhaled loudly and licked his lips, feeling much better.
“You were right. That was very refreshing indeed!”
“And now…time for your massage!”
Before Kren knew it, a bunch of massage therapists (most of who were female) walked up to him and escorted him to a resting area towards the back of the village. Kren began to lie down on his stomach while all of the therapists began to pamper and soothe various portions of his body.
“Wow! This is…amazing!” said Kren.
“I have some other matters to attend to so for now, just stay here and let my people take care of you.”
Kren sighed contently while the body massagers tended to all sorts of his body: His wings, his feet, his scaly back. He even had someone massaging his butt for him. He literally had an ass massager.
“So what’s up with you guys and worshipping dragons?” asked Kren.
“I’m not sure; I think it has to do with our ancestors. The leader keeps saying that long ago, our ancestors were plagued by malicious and spiteful demons from the Netherworld and when all hope was lost, you kicked their butts back to where they came from. The ancestors were so grateful, that they decided to worship and idol that dragon for all eternity. Now whenever we see a dragon, we worship him or her as though it were the dragon that saved us. Name’s Jared by the way.”
“Well that’s very kind of you.” said Kren, smiling.
Kren turned over so he was lying on his back and sighed as the therapists continued to squeeze his paws and hands, massage his torso and derriere, and soothed his neck and tail. Suddenly, Kren’s stomach growled loud enough for everyone to hear and, due to the relaxed sensation near his anus, he let out some gas right onto the two furries massaging his butt. Both of them quickly backed away and plugged their noses.
“Oops. Excuse me! Heh heh, I had a really big lunch today.”
Kren felt his stomach growl again and a ton of flatulence flew down his colon and was making way for the anus.
“Therapists, take five. I got a dragon fart comin’ that’s gonna break your windows!” warned Kren.
As the therapists hid behind a bush, Kren sat up and inhaled sharply, blowing a large accumulation of stinky dragon flatus into the atmosphere. It was very loud and, to his word, shattered a couple of windows. The smell of it was like stuffing your nose into a bag full of rotten eggs and unsanitary weasels.
“Oh man.”
“WHEW!!” exclaimed Jared, waving a hand in front of his nose.
“Sorry.” muttered Kren.
Kren’s stomach churned very loudly and he groaned, quickly rising to his feet. He felt like his belly was about to explode.
“Where’s your bathroom? asked Kren, shifting uncontrollably.
“Well, we have a large barren area outside of town you can use. I’ll show you where it is.”
Kren groaned and held his stomach as he followed Jared to the toilet facilities. It was nothing more than a large area full of nothing but sand and a few trees. There were brown smudges on the ground, obviously dried up patches of dung from the previous dragons that visited the village. It even had the faint odor of dragon excrement. Kren sighed with relief and ran into the field, turning around and expanding his butt cheeks. A raucous burst of gas shot out his anus followed by several hundred pounds of excrement. It all shot out in a large log, followed by really fat logs that instantly detached from each other. Kren grunted and that’s when he discovered that he had the trots, as liquid poo started to fly out with Hershey Squirt farts. Jared had his nose plugged with a clothespin and yet, he still caught wind of the flatulence and dung.
“Whoa, dragon! What did you eat for lunch?!”
Kren sighed heavily and lifted his leg, farting one last time before walking out of the field.
“Roast beef, 50 pounds of cheese, broccoli and beans mixed together, followed by spicy meatballs and hamburgers patties.”
Jared looked into the field and saw that over half the area was doused with large chunks of dragon poop, courtesy of Kren.
“It’s gonna take us forever to clean that up…” moaned Jared.
Even after releasing roughly 90 pounds of excrement from his bowels, Kren still held his stomach as it growled at him. He lifted his tail and farted again, trying to cover up the smell by wafting the smell away from his read end.
“HEY! What’s with all this cacophony?!” asked the leader.
“OOOOHHH…that is not good.”
“What?”
“Our leader doesn’t tolerate dragon flatulence. Despite how much we worship you creatures, there are times when you guys can get really stinky when it comes to your derrieres. He knows that flatulence is a common thing but two years ago when a dragon came by, he passed so much gas that when someone lit a match, the whole village exploded. No one died, but we had to rebuild the whole town and the leader doesn’t want to go through that again.”
“So what should I do?”
Jared escorted the dragon over to the lake and Kren sat down in the water, sighing with relief when the water cooled and cleaned off his butt. With nothing to retard his flatulence, Kren hiked up his leg and farted into the lake, giggling as the bubbles formed around his tail.
“This won’t pollute the lake will it?”
“No, of course not. The water is so fresh it’ll purify itself whenever pollution lands inside of it. This way, you can muffle your gas and the water will be clean.”
It was around this time when the leader of the village came by, observing Kren sitting in the lake next to Jared.
“Ah, there you are! What are you doing inside of the lake?”
“I was hot.”
“Oh. Would you mind helping me out with something Jared?”
“Sure, what?”
“Would you care to explain this strange foul odor that appeared not too long ago? It smells a lot like dragon flatus…”
“That was me. I had some stomach problems so I used the bathroom. You might want to wait until the dung airs out; it got pretty messy.” warned Kren.
“Oh. Well, would you mind helping me clean up the dung?”
“Sure.”
Kren surreptitiously hiked up his left leg and passed some more gas into the lake, emitting several bubbles and giggling with his mouth closed. The leader noticed the bubbles and cocked an eyebrow.
“Hmm, that’s strange. The only time I’ve seen that many bubbles within the water near someone’s posterior are when someone is passing gas.”
“Yeah, strange isn’t it?” asked Kren, shrugging.
“Anywho, let’s get that dung picked up!” said the leader, walking away with Jared.
Kren got out of the lake and started walking through the village, being greeted by many more dragon worshipping furries. However his stomach pain did not cease and he still had some gas lodged in his bowels. Kren crouched over to an abandoned mine and sat his butt down over the hole, sighing with relief and farting profusely.
“Ahhh…that feels much better!”
Unfortunately, the mine wasn’t abandoned, because after he farted, Kren heard faint yells of disgust from below him and when he got off the mine, a couple of furries emerged from the mine shaft, groaning and holding their noses.
“Ew, did that dragon just break wind on us?!”
“Uh…no?” said Kren.
It just so happened that Kren also broke wind when he was nervous too. As Kren backed away from the disgusted furries, he blew out a sputtering fart that stank like a dead animal. Kren turned around and sat down in the sand, making sure his butt was planted firmly on the ground, He grunted very hard and started to fart every three seconds, making sure all the gas got out.
“HEY!!”
Kren yelped and got on all fours when he saw a mole furry come out of the ground, shaking his head with his nose plugged.
“Could you please release your malodorous flatulence somewhere else? Like in a toilet perhaps?”
“But my butt won’t fit on a toilet!”
“There’s always the lake.”
Kren snapped his fingers. “Of course! I’ll just go back in the lake again!”
Kren flew back over to the lake (passing some more gas as he flew over the town) and arrived at the lake, sighing with relief when he stepped into the water. Kren abruptly gasped when he looked inside the water and noticed a bunch of cetaceans were inside swimming. He didn’t want to anger the water creatures (mostly because they were sharks and looked aggressive) so he returned to the center of the city and came up with an idea.
“I got it! I’ll just hold it in and release it back at home! It’s already dark so I’ll just leave early and come back when I feel better!”
Kren grunted when he felt the leader grab his hand and drag him along the ground.
“Come Great Dragon! Now is the time for dinner!”
Kren’s stomach growled at him and more gas began to form in his bowels.
“But-but I already told you, I had a very big lunch!”
“Aw, come on! I insist!”
Kren’s stomach began to growl louder and louder and the gas was slowly leaking through his anus.
“Trust me, you do NOT want me to eat anything right now.”
“No dragon that we know of has left our village without eating our favorite traditional dish! It is something my ancestors ate with glee!”
Kren swallowed hard and began to sweat, pressing his butt cheeks together and holding in the gas as hard as he could before it came spewing out. Kren looked down when the leader stopped walking and saw a dish that was being served on a large tray complete with a gray circular lid.
“What…what is it?”
The leader took off the lid and Kren was horrified at what he saw.
“Beans!” said the leader, smiling.
“HNNNNRRGG!!!”
Kren lifted his tail and opened up his derriere, knowing he wouldn’t hold his flatulence a second longer. The second it opened, gallons upon gallons of foul dragon flatus shot out of his butt, blasting the village with great force. Everyone who was outside was knocked over from the force of the fart and everyone inside could hear and even smell the odor from throughout the walls and windows. The ground began to shake and all the trees and plants began to flutter and sway in the breeze. Some of the trees were even blown out of the ground and a lot of the plants withered up and died from the overexposure to hydrogen-sulfide and methane. 40 seconds Kren farted, stinking up the whole village so much that the smell was beginning to stink up the pedestrians. After blasting the thunderous fart, Kren sighed and let out a tiny squeaky poot. The leader of the village was gazing at the “destruction” with wide eyes. Kren turned around and heard several furries groaning with much protest and plugging their noses, trying to fan the smell somewhere else. Some of them were even crying because the smell was burning their eyes.
“Oops.” said Kren, meekly.
The leader turned his head towards Kren.
“Look on the bright side: No one lit a match!”
Suddenly, Kren and the leader heard a match strike against a rock and saw a mole with a lit match, ready to smoke a cigar.
“Oh shit.”
ELSEWHERE…
Derrick was wiping the hood of his sleek Chevrolet car and smiled widely when he finished cleaning it up.
“Finally! It took me five days, but I’ve finally got my car free of pee! Good thing too; that smell was making me nauseous.”
Out of nowhere, a charred Kren fell out of the sky and landed right on top of Derrick’s car with a thunderous crash, crushing it under his stomach beyond recognition. Kren coughed two rings of smoke and groaned. After the match was lit, an explosion was triggered and Kren was sent flying into the air. No one got hurt in the explosion, but he was pretty sure the village had been destroyed. Derrick looked at his wrecked car, put his hands on his head, and shrieked.
Kraft20022, about a dragon who lands himself in paradise when he meets a village full of dragon-worshipping furries. Problem is, the dragon has some gas near his colon...With special guest appearance by Derrick.
Beyond the world of furries was a small village consisting of dragon-worshipping furries and mythical creatures. The village was relatively small and had a tiny population, not even over 200 furries. It looked a lot like a town from a western movie and had nothing more than one single dirt road with a series of buildings on both sides. Beyond the village were a series of caves and a large lake, but other than that, the village was barren. It was Kren’s lucky day that he decided to make a pit stop in this small village. Kren was a large western dragon with red scales and a yellow underbelly, which was bulging at the moment and sloshing around. Kren spotted the village below and slowly reduced his wing speed, landing at the village entrance. The minute he landed, he was greeted by tons of furries who were chattering about him and practically praising him like a god. Kren cocked an eyebrow and observed the ecstatic furries.
“Welcome Lord of all who conquers the sky! You are our master and we…are your humble servants.” said the furry leader, bowing.
“Um…sup?” said Kren.
“Let us honor your arrival by making a hefty feast for you.”
“Oh, no, no, no, no. You don’t have to do that.”
“But we insist!”
“I appreciate the offer, really I do, but as you can see, I already ate a really big lunch.”
Kren stood on his hind legs and revealed his gargantuan belly to the townfolk, patting it twice and sighing as the fluids sloshed around. Kren wasn’t obese or even overweight, but his belly was a lot bigger after he ate his lunch earlier that day.
“Trust me, with what I ate today, I don’t think I’ll even bother eating dinner.” said Kren, getting back on all fours.
“Well what is it that you require?”
Kren smacked his mouth twice. “I am quite parched.”
“Come this way and I’ll guide you to the freshest drinking water this side of the country.”
Kren slowly followed the furry leader through a secret path that lead to the lake. Just the view of the area was beautiful with the sunset caressing the water and sparkling it like dew. The water was so clear that Kren could see his own mug staring back at him. Kren thought of it as his own personal mirror and smiled into the water, shifting his eyebrows left and right.
“Drink as much as you like, O Great One!”
Kren dunked his maw into the water and began to drink the fresh clean liquid, quenching his thirst by each second and wetting his throat. The leader could clearly see lumps travel down his throat with each gulp and knew that Kren was very parched. After drinking non-stop for 30 seconds, Kren stopped because the cold water was starting to freeze his teeth. The red dragon exhaled loudly and licked his lips, feeling much better.
“You were right. That was very refreshing indeed!”
“And now…time for your massage!”
Before Kren knew it, a bunch of massage therapists (most of who were female) walked up to him and escorted him to a resting area towards the back of the village. Kren began to lie down on his stomach while all of the therapists began to pamper and soothe various portions of his body.
“Wow! This is…amazing!” said Kren.
“I have some other matters to attend to so for now, just stay here and let my people take care of you.”
Kren sighed contently while the body massagers tended to all sorts of his body: His wings, his feet, his scaly back. He even had someone massaging his butt for him. He literally had an ass massager.
“So what’s up with you guys and worshipping dragons?” asked Kren.
“I’m not sure; I think it has to do with our ancestors. The leader keeps saying that long ago, our ancestors were plagued by malicious and spiteful demons from the Netherworld and when all hope was lost, you kicked their butts back to where they came from. The ancestors were so grateful, that they decided to worship and idol that dragon for all eternity. Now whenever we see a dragon, we worship him or her as though it were the dragon that saved us. Name’s Jared by the way.”
“Well that’s very kind of you.” said Kren, smiling.
Kren turned over so he was lying on his back and sighed as the therapists continued to squeeze his paws and hands, massage his torso and derriere, and soothed his neck and tail. Suddenly, Kren’s stomach growled loud enough for everyone to hear and, due to the relaxed sensation near his anus, he let out some gas right onto the two furries massaging his butt. Both of them quickly backed away and plugged their noses.
“Oops. Excuse me! Heh heh, I had a really big lunch today.”
Kren felt his stomach growl again and a ton of flatulence flew down his colon and was making way for the anus.
“Therapists, take five. I got a dragon fart comin’ that’s gonna break your windows!” warned Kren.
As the therapists hid behind a bush, Kren sat up and inhaled sharply, blowing a large accumulation of stinky dragon flatus into the atmosphere. It was very loud and, to his word, shattered a couple of windows. The smell of it was like stuffing your nose into a bag full of rotten eggs and unsanitary weasels.
“Oh man.”
“WHEW!!” exclaimed Jared, waving a hand in front of his nose.
“Sorry.” muttered Kren.
Kren’s stomach churned very loudly and he groaned, quickly rising to his feet. He felt like his belly was about to explode.
“Where’s your bathroom? asked Kren, shifting uncontrollably.
“Well, we have a large barren area outside of town you can use. I’ll show you where it is.”
Kren groaned and held his stomach as he followed Jared to the toilet facilities. It was nothing more than a large area full of nothing but sand and a few trees. There were brown smudges on the ground, obviously dried up patches of dung from the previous dragons that visited the village. It even had the faint odor of dragon excrement. Kren sighed with relief and ran into the field, turning around and expanding his butt cheeks. A raucous burst of gas shot out his anus followed by several hundred pounds of excrement. It all shot out in a large log, followed by really fat logs that instantly detached from each other. Kren grunted and that’s when he discovered that he had the trots, as liquid poo started to fly out with Hershey Squirt farts. Jared had his nose plugged with a clothespin and yet, he still caught wind of the flatulence and dung.
“Whoa, dragon! What did you eat for lunch?!”
Kren sighed heavily and lifted his leg, farting one last time before walking out of the field.
“Roast beef, 50 pounds of cheese, broccoli and beans mixed together, followed by spicy meatballs and hamburgers patties.”
Jared looked into the field and saw that over half the area was doused with large chunks of dragon poop, courtesy of Kren.
“It’s gonna take us forever to clean that up…” moaned Jared.
Even after releasing roughly 90 pounds of excrement from his bowels, Kren still held his stomach as it growled at him. He lifted his tail and farted again, trying to cover up the smell by wafting the smell away from his read end.
“HEY! What’s with all this cacophony?!” asked the leader.
“OOOOHHH…that is not good.”
“What?”
“Our leader doesn’t tolerate dragon flatulence. Despite how much we worship you creatures, there are times when you guys can get really stinky when it comes to your derrieres. He knows that flatulence is a common thing but two years ago when a dragon came by, he passed so much gas that when someone lit a match, the whole village exploded. No one died, but we had to rebuild the whole town and the leader doesn’t want to go through that again.”
“So what should I do?”
Jared escorted the dragon over to the lake and Kren sat down in the water, sighing with relief when the water cooled and cleaned off his butt. With nothing to retard his flatulence, Kren hiked up his leg and farted into the lake, giggling as the bubbles formed around his tail.
“This won’t pollute the lake will it?”
“No, of course not. The water is so fresh it’ll purify itself whenever pollution lands inside of it. This way, you can muffle your gas and the water will be clean.”
It was around this time when the leader of the village came by, observing Kren sitting in the lake next to Jared.
“Ah, there you are! What are you doing inside of the lake?”
“I was hot.”
“Oh. Would you mind helping me out with something Jared?”
“Sure, what?”
“Would you care to explain this strange foul odor that appeared not too long ago? It smells a lot like dragon flatus…”
“That was me. I had some stomach problems so I used the bathroom. You might want to wait until the dung airs out; it got pretty messy.” warned Kren.
“Oh. Well, would you mind helping me clean up the dung?”
“Sure.”
Kren surreptitiously hiked up his left leg and passed some more gas into the lake, emitting several bubbles and giggling with his mouth closed. The leader noticed the bubbles and cocked an eyebrow.
“Hmm, that’s strange. The only time I’ve seen that many bubbles within the water near someone’s posterior are when someone is passing gas.”
“Yeah, strange isn’t it?” asked Kren, shrugging.
“Anywho, let’s get that dung picked up!” said the leader, walking away with Jared.
Kren got out of the lake and started walking through the village, being greeted by many more dragon worshipping furries. However his stomach pain did not cease and he still had some gas lodged in his bowels. Kren crouched over to an abandoned mine and sat his butt down over the hole, sighing with relief and farting profusely.
“Ahhh…that feels much better!”
Unfortunately, the mine wasn’t abandoned, because after he farted, Kren heard faint yells of disgust from below him and when he got off the mine, a couple of furries emerged from the mine shaft, groaning and holding their noses.
“Ew, did that dragon just break wind on us?!”
“Uh…no?” said Kren.
It just so happened that Kren also broke wind when he was nervous too. As Kren backed away from the disgusted furries, he blew out a sputtering fart that stank like a dead animal. Kren turned around and sat down in the sand, making sure his butt was planted firmly on the ground, He grunted very hard and started to fart every three seconds, making sure all the gas got out.
“HEY!!”
Kren yelped and got on all fours when he saw a mole furry come out of the ground, shaking his head with his nose plugged.
“Could you please release your malodorous flatulence somewhere else? Like in a toilet perhaps?”
“But my butt won’t fit on a toilet!”
“There’s always the lake.”
Kren snapped his fingers. “Of course! I’ll just go back in the lake again!”
Kren flew back over to the lake (passing some more gas as he flew over the town) and arrived at the lake, sighing with relief when he stepped into the water. Kren abruptly gasped when he looked inside the water and noticed a bunch of cetaceans were inside swimming. He didn’t want to anger the water creatures (mostly because they were sharks and looked aggressive) so he returned to the center of the city and came up with an idea.
“I got it! I’ll just hold it in and release it back at home! It’s already dark so I’ll just leave early and come back when I feel better!”
Kren grunted when he felt the leader grab his hand and drag him along the ground.
“Come Great Dragon! Now is the time for dinner!”
Kren’s stomach growled at him and more gas began to form in his bowels.
“But-but I already told you, I had a very big lunch!”
“Aw, come on! I insist!”
Kren’s stomach began to growl louder and louder and the gas was slowly leaking through his anus.
“Trust me, you do NOT want me to eat anything right now.”
“No dragon that we know of has left our village without eating our favorite traditional dish! It is something my ancestors ate with glee!”
Kren swallowed hard and began to sweat, pressing his butt cheeks together and holding in the gas as hard as he could before it came spewing out. Kren looked down when the leader stopped walking and saw a dish that was being served on a large tray complete with a gray circular lid.
“What…what is it?”
The leader took off the lid and Kren was horrified at what he saw.
“Beans!” said the leader, smiling.
“HNNNNRRGG!!!”
Kren lifted his tail and opened up his derriere, knowing he wouldn’t hold his flatulence a second longer. The second it opened, gallons upon gallons of foul dragon flatus shot out of his butt, blasting the village with great force. Everyone who was outside was knocked over from the force of the fart and everyone inside could hear and even smell the odor from throughout the walls and windows. The ground began to shake and all the trees and plants began to flutter and sway in the breeze. Some of the trees were even blown out of the ground and a lot of the plants withered up and died from the overexposure to hydrogen-sulfide and methane. 40 seconds Kren farted, stinking up the whole village so much that the smell was beginning to stink up the pedestrians. After blasting the thunderous fart, Kren sighed and let out a tiny squeaky poot. The leader of the village was gazing at the “destruction” with wide eyes. Kren turned around and heard several furries groaning with much protest and plugging their noses, trying to fan the smell somewhere else. Some of them were even crying because the smell was burning their eyes.
“Oops.” said Kren, meekly.
The leader turned his head towards Kren.
“Look on the bright side: No one lit a match!”
Suddenly, Kren and the leader heard a match strike against a rock and saw a mole with a lit match, ready to smoke a cigar.
“Oh shit.”
ELSEWHERE…
Derrick was wiping the hood of his sleek Chevrolet car and smiled widely when he finished cleaning it up.
“Finally! It took me five days, but I’ve finally got my car free of pee! Good thing too; that smell was making me nauseous.”
Out of nowhere, a charred Kren fell out of the sky and landed right on top of Derrick’s car with a thunderous crash, crushing it under his stomach beyond recognition. Kren coughed two rings of smoke and groaned. After the match was lit, an explosion was triggered and Kren was sent flying into the air. No one got hurt in the explosion, but he was pretty sure the village had been destroyed. Derrick looked at his wrecked car, put his hands on his head, and shrieked.
Category Story / Fetish Other
Species Western Dragon
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