Feral dragon Thyrsis and his scaly friends have some stinky fun with a group of villagers.

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Golden Rear

Thyrsis was a large golden dragon in his late juvenile years. He had the body of a fully-grown dragon, but was still rather immature in mind, especially in his rude sense of humor. Thyrsis loved farting, particularly on humans. Their smaller size coupled with the comfortable fabrics they wore made them ideal for cushioning his large golden rear, and Thyrsis adored sitting on them. He’d trap a human under his big scaly bottom and fart away until they reeked of dragon flatulence and he was out of gas. Being a dragon, Thyrsis naturally produced plenty of excess flatulence, an antiquated and often embarrassing bodily function that some dragons and human scholars thought their ancestors might have collected in their stomachs to sustain lift, but nowadays was just a smelly prank played by evolution. The younger dragons, like Thyrsis, oftentimes used this excess gas for playfully stinking up their human friends, while the older dragons tried not to pass gas around humans, smiling sheepishly or quickly changing topics if they did. Not that it was easy, with the thunderous noise that accompanied the lingering stench of a dragon fart, and assigning blame was always out of the question.
But any sort of social embarrassment was not a problem for Thyrsis and his friends, who simply laughed and made a face every time a fart erupted from their bottoms, and enjoyed the stares and complaints humans gave them when they did it in public. With a few small exceptions, dragons were allowed to come and go in villages as they pleased, the exceptions being some places that had grown tired of cleaning up after their discharges, as dragon culture did not have restrooms, and one was expected to relieve themselves whenever convenient and necessary, though usually in private. Thyrsis and other juveniles sometimes broke this rule, just to giggle at the villagers’ complaints and were lately sometimes yelled at or shooed away whenever someone caught them squatting with their tails in the air.
Their primary means of entertainment, however, had always been farting, and they always had a gas in both senses of the word whenever they did. Humans were not hard to find, and they could sometimes depend on the scholars who were interested in dragon study, shushing each other’s laughter as they waited in the bushes for someone to pass by, negotiating whose turn it was to sit on the scholar, then watching as the lucky dragon gently pounced on his victim, turned tail, and lightly sat down on them. They’d all come out of the bushes and roll about with mirth as the prankster farted up a storm in the scholar’s face, the human complaining and wanting the stinky dragon to get off, then sighing with relief and breathing some fresh air as the gassy animal finished his prank. Or they’d head down to the village, circle overhead, and wait until someone pointed out an ideal target or preferably a small crowd. Occasionally they’d poop on them, but more often than not they’d swoop down, giggling excitedly as the surprised villagers looked up to see a flash of scales and then a great big dragon bottom pressing them against the ground. They’d groan, as they smelled the smears of dried dung around their butt holes, followed by the warm stink of fresh dragon farts.
However gross and stinky Thyrsis and his friends acted, they were never mean or cruel. Whenever they finished a sit-and-fart prank, they would hop up off whomever they were sitting on, then turn around and grab them in a big friendly hug. They would purr kindly and reassure the humans that they were just joking and having fun, and were not trying to frighten or harm them. While the playful, giggling manner in which they performed their flatulent antics usually reassured humans that they were not being attacked, this act of cuddly repentance was not always effective in pacifying their anger after they had spent two or three minutes under the dragon’s stinky derriere. While some humans would shake their heads and call Thyrsis and his friends gross or rude, others would frown or shout at them and walk off angrily, and they had learned that the majority of the time these humans were older adults dressed in fanciful clothes who went around with their heads and noses in the air as though looking for something in the sky (which Thyrsis and his friends had tried before, and found there wasn’t much to see). Through some trial and error, Thyrsis and his friends had discovered that younger adult humans and adolescents like themselves were more generally accepting of pranks, usually (though not always) more so if they were male, and made some effort to find individuals fitting these qualifications whenever they wanted to share their farts.
Today had proven a great day for farting fun. Thyrsis and his friends sat in a group, in the warm afternoon sun, in the middle of a small village near their mountains that they often frequented for pranks. Each of their big scaly bottoms rested comfortably atop a villager, and as luck would have it, they were a group of male friends out for a day of fun much like themselves. They had been admiring the beautiful village triplets from afar, the lovely Genevieve sisters, and repeatedly daring one another to go over and talk to them, when the scaly stinkers had swooped down and sat on them. The dragons’ loud farts had scared off the delicate triplets, which initially upset the boys, who had yelled at the dragons for interrupting their fun, but now squirmed and complained beneath the huge rears as the dragons passed gas in their faces repeatedly, giggling all the while.
“Are you going to get off us already?” asked one of the boys, “You’ve been sitting on us for nearly three minutes now.”
“Maybe in a little while,” smiled the blue dragon who sat on him, “You’re just sooooo comfy!” And he scooted his butt around to make himself more comfortable.
“Can you at least stop farting?” complained the boy under the red dragon, “It smells horrible and you’ll ruin my clothes!”
“I think it might be too late for mine,” sighed another, underneath a black dragon’s bottom, “That last fart was awfully wet and I think it might’ve stained my shirt.”
“Sorry,” said the black dragon, “I ate too much cabbage.” And another bubbling fart exited his big butt, and all the dragons chuckled.
“This really is great,” Thyrsis said, scooting his butt on the blonde teenager and then letting a noisy “Ffffrrrrrrtt!” in his face, “It’s nice when we can all have someone to sit on, isn’t it?”
“You bet,” said the green dragon, an airy “pfffft!” leaving his butt hole, “Normally only three or four of us can find a comfy seat!”
“We’re not seats, we’re human beings,” complained the boy under his rump, “And it’s not nice to sit on people and fart like this!”
“We’re not being mean!” the black dragon insisted, blasting a juicy five-second fart, “We’re not hurting you in any way; we’re just having a little stinky fun! Don’t you think it’s funny?”
“C’mon guys, it is kind of funny being sat on by a great big dragon butt,” said the blonde teenager under Thyrsis, “It’s not like we haven’t smelt dragon farts before. They’re just playing, and they’re teenagers like us, so they’re not going to be very mature about it.”
“Exactly!” insisted the boy under the blue dragon, interrupted by a loud “Poooot!”, “Oh, that stinks! If they’re teenagers like us, they should be a little more mannered than to go around farting on people! You don’t see us doing anything so vulgar!”
“Well, there was that time we made Luke smell that cow’s butt,” said the boy under the green dragon.
“Ugh, don’t remind me!” said the boy under the red dragon, and the humans and the dragons all laughed. The red dragon laughed so hard a four-second fart slipped out.
“Whew!” said the red dragon, catching a whiff of his fart, “That one’s gonna stick around for a while.”
“Even if they’re teenagers, though, they’re still dragons, so they have different ideas of entertainment,” said the boy under Thyrsis’ butt, “And as long as they aren’t hurting anyone, they should be aloud to amuse themselves, shouldn’t they?”
“Yeah you would think that, Mr. Dragon-Scholar,” replied the boy under the green’s dragon’s rear, before having another fart blown in his face, “Nasty!”
“Ha ha, sorry!” laughed the green dragon, “That one slipped! You were saying?”
“I’m saying Jacob’s opinion doesn’t count, since he studies dragons for a living,” insisted the boy, “He’s naturally biased.”
“Awww, Jacob, is that you under Thyrsis?” asked the black dragon, “I didn’t get to see you last time you came to the mountains, buddy!” He leaned over so that his victim was still stuck, and tried to shove Thyrsis off.
“Move please, Thyrsis, I wanna sit on Jacob!” he said.
“Uh, I’d really rather you didn’t,” Jacob said, “I’ve smelt enough of Thysis’ farts and I’d really like to get up now.”
“Yeah, I guess if no one has any more gas, we should probably go ahead and get up,” said the red dragon.
“Awww, no fair,” pouted the black dragon, “I wanted to sit on Jacob, because he’s really comfy! But… that’s okay. I am gonna sit on you next time you’re in the mountains though, okay?”
“Oh, goody,” teased Jacob, “I’ll have to watch out for you then.” As a scholar, he accepted fart jokes as a normal playful aspect of dragon behavior, and as long as it didn’t hurt anyone, he was fine with it.
The dragons climbed off the befouled teenagers and grabbed each of them in a big friendly hug. Their cat-like purring was naturally phonetically pleasing to the human ear, and some of the boys gave the dragons a friendly pat on their heads.
“See, they’re not so bad,” Jacob said, petting Thyrsis, “They just like to have some really stinky fun.”
“Yeah,” said the black dragon, as the human he had sat on reached forward to reluctantly give him a pat on the head, “It’s okay, little human, I don’t bite.”
“I didn’t think so, but I don’t think you should be rewarded for sitting on me,” said the boy.
“Would you feel better if I gave you some shinies to buy a new shirt?” the dragon asked after he and his friends set the humans back down.
“He’s going to reimburse you the money in gold pieces,” Jacob explained, “Say yes.”
“Oh, yeah, that’d be great!” the boy said excitedly, “And maybe some gems, too?”
“Now don’t get greedy,” Jacob warned.
“I’m not greedy, this is a very expensive shirt!” the boy lied.
“Genuine sheep’s hair,” teased the boy who had been under the green dragon’s butt, “Yeah, that’s going to cost a fortune to replace. Told you not to wear it if we’re not visiting royalty.”
The boy with the ruined shirt scowled at him and he and the other boys laughed.
“Can you come back with us to the mountains, Jacob?” asked the black dragon, “Please? We were all going to go flying and there’s going to be storytelling later tonight. It’ll be really fun! Please?”
“Well, I could use some field research in dragon mythology traditions,” Jacob mused, “I’ll definitely come by a bit later. You guys should come with me, I’m sure you’d enjoy it.”
Several of the other boys nodded, but the one who’d been under the black dragon shook his head.
“I’ve got chores to do,” he sighed, “And my mother’s going to kill me if I slack off again.”
“Chores, really?” Jacob shook his head, “Over free entertainment?”
“Sorry, I can’t,” the boy replied, “I would, really, but I can’t do anything tonight.”
“Fine, okay, I guess I’ll bring the black dragon’s shinies to you then,” he said, “But I hope the rest of you will be there?”
“Yeah, definitely,” the other boys reassured him.
Thyrsis smiled and looked up at the clear blue-sky overhead. This had certainly been a fun day and it was always nice to make new human friends. He thought it might be a little weird to make them by farting in their faces, but people made friends in all sorts of strange ways, right? All in all, it was nice to spend time with his friends. He was glad they’d all been able to find humans to sit on this time, too, and glad that they would be able to share stories instead of just farts with them.
A pressure in his rear followed by a sudden, noisy blast of flatulence interrupted his thoughts.
“Awww, Thyrsis, gross!” Jacob said, fanning the air.
“Sorry!” Thyrsis said, “Guess I still had a little more in there after all!”
He grinned widely, and everyone laughed.