The shifting starts for a while. Flexes that threaten to tug you in all the way as the German Shepard shifts around trying to get comfortable. Though your moments of darkness don't last as light shines from above, letting you glimpse up the exposed crack before something plunges through the cheeks. The big hand of the owner in question reaching down fingers touching just under its pucker and curling. The sound of massive fingers scratching one furred cheek then the other. Stirring up dormant scents matted into the fur as you are splashed in some lingering musk. Though just as the hand finished a finger came down scratching along the leathery hole hugging you moments away from being entombed. Pushing down and scratching the rim before the finger drifts over your head and draws back. The feeling of your head and hair fair different from the puckered ring. That momentary touch shoving you up to your nose in the foul hole leaving your eyes just high enough to watch.
The index finger rubbed against its thumb small circles being rubbed as the owner of the hand considered the feeling. Though the moment of reflection ended as the finger returned lightly pressing on you, leaving you just where you were, at the lowest outer dip of the anus as the finger conformed to the tight skin around it. Rubbing your head before shifting. Scratching and pushing at its anus as it tried to hook you head between forefinger and thumb. Pushing and prying until it painfully pinched your head. The weight pressuring in it felt as if your skull would crack as it started to pull you put. Extricating your body from its broiling interior back into the air. Relief flush on your face as the time dragged by. Eventually freeing you up to your waist. And right when you began to thank whatever gods were out there the pulling stopped.
The fingers till held you but there was some change above, and the pucker on your legs flexed. The tugging up having ceased as it considered something. And all at once the focus shifted from extracting you to sticking its thumb on your head holding you in place as its bowels flexed again and started to drag you in again. Panic setting in as you started to squirm, trying to put your hands on the pucker to push yourself out when it wasn't a flex of the bowels but a shove of the thumb that wedged your arms inside once more. Being devoured up to your chest. The thumb holding you in place as the anal walls flexed taking you up to your neck. Again the thumb circled your head before there was a shift. The anal sphincter relaxing before you, and the tip of the thumb were plunged up its but.
For the owner of said rear and fingers sighed. you initial squirming and struggling tickling in pleasurable ways. maybe a loose hair or piece of lint. So he shifted around. Trying to get everything to settle. Even folding his tail down to try and relax and ignore it though the tickling itch remained. With a groan he shifted again and reached back there, attending to the area with a good long itch, enjoying the relief until he felt something. Rubbing his fingers together he tried to place the feeling though figured it for compacted lint. The source of the ticking irritation. Scratching a bit more he managed to hook either side and pull. Dragging it out slowly as it tickled his insides. And what he expected to be a simple extrication kept pulling and pulling until he stopped. It was like lint but firm and it was far larger and longer than any ball of lint. Wrinkling his nose he didn't want to risk that the lint may have gotten lodge din some crap. Better to not dirty his cheeks and sheets unnecessarily .
He sighed. Moving his thumb over the logged object it seemed to still hold upright, confirming his fears a bit as he began to shove it back inside. Better to just stick it in there, wash his hands and worry about it when he needed to actually use the restroom than just make a mess. In no time he buried his thumb partway into his hole. Shifting out of bed to head to the restroom, as he pulled his thumb out with a faint pop, to wash his hands and go back to relaxation.
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