You can only whimper now, covered so thoroughly in the giant dragon's dung. It's almost impossible to move under the weight, and the smell is sapping away at your energy with every passing minute. You'll never be able to wash this horrible stink out of your clothes, let alone the rest of your body.
It takes a few minutes of helpless squirming before you feel a powerful force tug against you. It's the dragon's tail, still clinging to you after all this time. With a disgusting shluck sound, you're pried free, and left hanging upside-down as the beast smirks at you. He gives you a sniff.
"Much better. That human smell is almost completely gone."
You want to say something, but the beast is too intimidating. All you can do is whimper. He starts to walk off, wrapping more of his tail easily around your waist as he takes you away. "But why stop there? I have so many other scents to show you. I'm just wondering if I should take you back to my lair, or to the hole...
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