Private with Fire

Thinking quickly, he got off of her then whipped around and planted his paw above her mouth, holding it closed.

She battered his belly with her forepaws, claws slightly unsheathed.

He hesitated, indecision churning at him. He had agreed to letting her spit it out, but a part of him just dreampt of watching and listening to her swallow his shit.

She squirmed, wanting him to move so that she could spit it out.

It was the biggest one, and he sighed as he put it right into her mouth. He wouldn't ever dream of doing something that his mate had just done, and he glanced at her face to see her cheeks swollen from his dung on the inside.

Her claws flexed as she awaited the last piece.

"One more," he hissed out, curious to see if she'd be able to take all three pieces and not swallow any of it.

She would have whined if she wasn't afraid of what it might have done (say, making her swallow), chewing that piece too.

"There's more," he warned, feeling another piece of dung slip out. He tightened his ass around her muzzle so she couldn't spit out the previous dung.

She let his dung enter her mouth, trying not to retch as she chewed it.

He sighed heavenly as he felt the pressure ease, and he felt his dung ease out just past his entranceway and onto her lips.

She flattened her ears, quickly closing her eyes and opening her mouth again.

He thrusted his hips back down once he got her agree, not wanting to give her the chance to back out now. He began to let his natural body function take over, feeling his tailhole flex in preparation.

She huffed. "Fine," she muttered, trying not to gag at the thought. She was starting to regret ever having agreed to this.

He mumbled incoherently at her denial. "Will you chew on it so that I know you've tasted it, then?"

"Of course not!" She said vehemently, startled.

He shifted restlessly on his paws as they sat in that position, feeling a little uncertain as he asked, "Pineleaf, will you swallow it all too?"

She swallowed nervously, opening her mouth for him.

He turned as though in a 69 position, thought this time rather than introducing his cock to her mouth, he lifted his tail and put his ass right up against her lips.

She nodded, keeping her eyes closed.

He flexed his claws passively into the ground on either side of her, staring down at the creature he was using right now. His cock dripped still, but he was getting impatient. "Ready?" he breathed.

She winced at the feel of the warm liquid landing on her, knowing she wouldn't be able to wash herself until that night. She'd definitely be diving into the river.

The steam of piss came out slowly at first, then gained momentum until the sound of a stream of yellow liquid slapping against fur could be clearly heard, and he used his paw to direct it all over her lower end up her body to end at her face.

She closed her eyes, trying not to think about what she had consented to.

He suddenly leaped at her and pushed her to her side, softening her landing with a paw. He put a low spread stance over her, wanting to mark her quickly and get straight to it.