You snort a little. Micros are so unimaginative. You flick your tail a bit, grinning at the other macros around you, and say finally, “Then you won't go in my asshole. Fine. But I'll give you a little...Parting gift. Something to think about, when your better offers you something.” The lynx scowls before your pucker, muttering, “Whatever. Just get off me.” His words are cut off as you shift your weight back a bit, pressing his face against your pucker...Which yawns open a bit! He gasps in surprise, realizing what you're doing as you curl your taur body a bit, getting your widening pucker vertical to his head. With a sigh, you release the waste that had been causing all of your gas onto the lynx's face! Your tail hikes up nice and high as you force out the brown mass onto him, arching your head back with a soft groan. His scream is interrupted as you fill his mouth with your shit, casually reaching down and flicking your loincloth out of the way. Your half stock erection is shown to the crowd, and you close your eyes as you start to piss, rank and steamy. Several furs get struck by the stream, and they sputter...But your know something they don't: No matter how much they wash, you'll be able to smell them....And find them again! And your meals taste best after they've marinated a bit.
You grunt and shove out the dark mass in your intestines, at least twenty pounds of former foxes, canines, even a hippo you had for dinner last night. Fur, shit, stained bones, all slop out, surrounded by noxious farts. You smirk, shifting your weight a little so the lynx gets most of the shit on his chest. You smirk a little as you feel the bones from the hippo squirming through your rectum...Then gasp as her femur hit's just the right spot, making your already hard cock start to spurt cum, gobs of it covering the lynx, your belly, a few more poor furries... You arch up your tail and release a final, spattery fart, getting shit on a few of the onlookers. “Ahhh...” You sigh, looking over your shoulder at the slowly squirming pile. “Next time, accept the offer.” With a final flick of your tail you head to the showers, letting the poor lynx stew.
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