The dragon's voice is muffled from your prison of dung, but you can still make it out.
"You should be honored, human. I bet you smell a lot better in there."
His tail uncurls, and slides out of the pile with ease, leaving you completely alone.
"Feel free to stay as long as you like~." He says smugly. "But it'll only get harder to escape once it starts to solidify. And there are plenty of other creatures out here that would love to have a turn with you too. Creatures that won't be as accomodating as I have."
"Speaking of..." He grunts, and you hear another coil of waste add to the mound, increasing the intense heat and weight you're subjected to. He lets out a loud fart as well for good measure.
You hear him laugh as he stops off, leaving you alone in the hot, thick mound of dragon dung. Everything from the intense heat to the overwhelming weight is sapping your strength, but the stench is weakening you far more than anything else. You have to squirm your way out soon, before you're too weak to move!
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