Felicity the Fair
CW: Farts, sharts, Scat, Anal Vore, Post Vore Disposal—————————Fair Ventina, the shining jewel of the Tulia Sea. When the sun rises from the east, cascading a million sapphire glows from the bay, it first had to bow down to Ventina. A house for Wolves and Sheep to live amongst each other. Not that the Wolf didn’t eat the Sheep, just that the Sheep could be comfortable before plunging down the predator’s maw. The cliffside city was marveled for its beauty across the kingdoms. The vibrant green domes of the Saint Mava Temples were the first to catch in the sunlight, then the red towers of the Fulma Keep. The mighty castle left much of the city in shadow until ten in the morning, but for anyone inside, they were witness to the beautiful Tulia morning. As the sun crested the spired peaks of the castle, bell towers rang the city awake. The streets slowly began to move as masons kissed their husbands goodbye and shuffled towards Whitehill- Tulia’s largest marble quarry. The tinmakers reignited their forges, Potsmouth Square sending out wispy white smoke towards the sea. Finally, the bells of Cathedral Mavatipa started its overture, its twelve brass bells twice as tall as a man clamoring the rest of the population to rise. Mathilda Bittling was already awake by the time the bells were ringing. In fact, she had already been awake, washed, and fully dressed an hour before the sun rose. Her pale violet kirtle swished behind her as she briskly passed through the winding halls of Fulma Keep. Her long sleeves were rolled back so she could carry the front of her skirt, keeping her from tripping over herself as she walked. Her rapid pace undid a lock of raven black hair from her intricately braided updo, which she blew behind her ears. with a frustrated exhale. Appearance was everything for a lady-in-waiting, as was much of the Fulma Court. Mathilda was in no mood to ruin her well kept record. She made a sharp turn down a corridor to a half open door, barging in without so much of a knock. Three maids immediately bolt up from the table, their heads bowed and their hands in front of their aprons. None of them made eye contact with her as she inspected their uniforms. Behind them, an assortment of trays held an even more diverse assortment of food. A breakfast fit for a Queen. “Is she still asleep?” Mathilda absentmindedly asked as she gave them all a once over. The maid on the right perked up, “Yes milady.” “Good, that means she isn’t going to fuss about breakfast then. It might be a good morning for all of us after all.” she stepped back, seemingly satisfied with their appearance, “You have the cream and oats?” “With the berries picked yesterday,” the second maid answered. “What about the bacon and eggs?” The third maid turned around and picked up one of the many trays, “Cooked a few minutes ago, still piping hot.” Mathilda’s scrutinous gaze glanced over everything before she took a deep breath, “Okay.” she sighed, the tension in her body deflating for just a moment. Just as she finished, her eyes hardened as she stepped towards them intimidatingly, “What are you standing around for? Take the trays and follow me!” The entourage was silent as they glided through the awakening castle. Fresh guards from the garrison took over the evening shifts positions, the green banner of House Fulma adorning their tabards. Two more armored guards- Royal Knights as a matter of fact- flanked an extravagantly decorated door. Upon seeing Mathilda, they nodded at her and stepped aside. Mathilda paid them no mind and gently opened the door. The bedroom was still swathed in the darkness. Velvet curtains hung from the tall ceiling, the faintest of sunlight poking out of their edges. It was enough light for her to see. The spacious room was adorned with decorations from all across the known world. Paintings from some of the best artists this side of Tulia hung below finely woven tapestries. The furniture was handmade by druids of the Balsaic Grove, finely engraved with intricate designs. At the center of the room. A large bed made for three was flanked by columned bedposts. Beneath the thick covers, A sleeping maiden breathed lightly in her unconsciousness. The distant bells ceased ringing. It was now or never. Creeping closer to the bedside window, Mathilda was careful not to make any noise. an assassin would have been jealous of her guile and stealth. But she was not here to surprise nor intimidate. She simply did not want to face the inevitability that came with waking up the girl in the bed before the time was right. She glanced at the maids, who were busy setting their trays on the table set on the side of the bed. Once the breakfast was arranged, they turned around and stood at the ready. Matilda nodded. Standing up next to the window, she collected the velvet in her hands. She took a deep breath and held it, ready for what was about to occur. Turning her head aways, she pulled the curtain back and braced. BbBlBLBpLbpLBuURrrRPbLbplUUuuURrrrRrBPbLbPLBplPPPp-The room was flooded with a new sound and smell faster than morning light. Mathilda grimaced as a nasty fart rippled from beneath the covers, billowing the edges out and filling the immediate area with the stench of a cow farm. Matilda turned away in time, but the maids were not so lucky as they were assaulted by the roaring blast that droned on longer than a few seconds. One was unfortunate to have gotten full with the blast and momentarily lost consciousness, eyes rolling to the back of their head and knees buckling before managing to get back on her feet. -ppPPpPPRrRrrruUuubplBPBlbpLarRUuUUUURRrRbpblBPLppptTTtt!Mathilda counted the seconds as the wet rumbling noise droned on, her mouth pursed as her lungs began to burn. It almost seemed as if it would never end, only changing in pitch from a high rasp into a low bubbly warble, then to a loud airy hiss. She was able to count Twenty seconds of unadulterated rotten egg smell. As the fart finally rumbled to an end, she managed to keep a neutral smile on her face rather than a grimace.“Good morning Princess,” she managed to say without gagging once.“Good morning Princess,” the maids said in unison with less composure.bbPLBooOrRRPptT!Another loud fart rumbled from beneath the duvet, the force of the fart waving the heavy fabric as if it were cheap linen. The princess poked her head out of the covers, completely unfazed by the concentrated farts she had been subjecting herself to. Like the rest of House Fulma, Felicity had many of the family’s noticeable traits. Her long wavy hair was the remarkable strawberry blonde, shades of red streaking the gold tresses as the sun hit it the right way. Her mousey face was adorned with freckles that dotted her tanned complexion from rounded jaw to button nose. She was smiling, although her amber eyes were still peeked open, adjusting to the brightness. “Good morning Mathilda,” She greeted in a surprisingly alert tone, “I bet you didn’t think I was awake already.” “I didn’t,” Mathilda countered, “I thought you would still be dreaming of the banquet you held last night.”“I would be, but I’ve been having the most dreadful noises that stirred me from slumber!’’ she raised a hand to her head in faux distress, “How can a princess like me be interrupted from her beauty rest?”Felicity interrupted herself with another bubbly blast, albeit shorter than her previous outbursts. The maids swooned as they were subjected to the sour smell. Even Mathilda’s breathing turned shallow. Throwing the duvet aside, an extra pungent stench lifted into the room; the stench of dozens of Felicity’s sleep farts being concentrated beneath the covers. The cause of such awful smells always shocked Mathilda. Despite being the same age, Felicity was shorter, with a skinny frame. Her stomach lay flat and slim, her chest the only thing developed about her. Freckles dotted her larger than average breasts. “But alas, I must be princess-like and wake up as if Mava herself has sent me down to Ventina.”“Oh don't be coy with me.” Matilda scoffed as she pulled the curtains fully away, allowing more light into the room,“It’s a good thing you’re ready for the day before I could make you. You should be thanking me that I kept your schedule as tight as it was. Else you'd have to be woken before sun up.”“Felicity yawned, stretching her bare arms and legs, “ I would have woken up earlier if you decided to cut the party short last night.” “And who do you think would have paid for that decision? You would have gotten rid of me and continued your revelry” Stepping away from the bed, Mathilda hurried to open the rest of the windows, “If that happened, who’d wake you up in the morning in time for your appointment with Madame Ophinna?” Felicity groaned as she got out of bed, “Is that today? Can’t she just…take a look at the pots like she always does?” “The Madame keeps a record of all the Royal Families traits to measure growth, tenacity, and gauge the worth of your suitor’s dowry. Now that you’re eighteen, it’s important that he gets your measurements for the records.” “I don’t want that snake to write my arse into the records!” “The rest of your family have already been measured! It’s the duty of a princess to prepare for the needs of your House, and you do so by having her stick a rod up your bum.”Crossing her arms, Felicity pouted as she went over the breakfast, poring over the selections. She plucked a berry from the cream and oats and popped it into her mouth, “If she shoves something up there, it’ll be the last time she sees it.” Mathilda scoffed, the last curtains pulled and the room now awash in vibrant color more befitting a princess’s quarters, “Considering she is the court mage and deals with all the revival magic for the staff, she is not to be your food, understand? Besides, your backside won’t be the last she sees.” “Hmmph.” As she savored the berry in her mouth, her gaze turned towards one of the maids. The taller woman was practically quivering where she stood, trying to avoid looking back at the princess. Her eyes darted one second to felicity, making eye contact for only a fraction of a second. Her quivering worsened as Felicity’s pout turned into a smile. “Well if I’m going to get measured, I might as well try to break some records.” she turned to Mathilda, “Last night at the banquet, how many guests were there?” “Six, princess.” her lady in waiting responded. “Let’s see if we can make that seven.” She stepped in front of the maid, breaching her personal space by rubbing shoulders as she rounded her smaller body against the servant, “What’s your name, ma’am?” The maid could barely open her mouth. A whisper escaped her lips, too quiet to hear. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that? Your name?” “M-maria, princess.” Felicity tugged on the strings of Maria’s apron, fiddling with the frayed ends. She glanced up at the maid, her eyes aglow with a low burning excitement that made the air thick with tension. “Maria…” she tutted, “I don’t recall seeing you. How long have you worked here?” The maid stuttered as she responded, “Five days, princess.”“Five days! And we haven’t even been properly introduced!” Felicity grinned. She curstied, although lacking a dress to lift made it a rather poor curtsy, “Maria, maid of…where did you say you were from again?” “I-I didn’t say. I’m from Potsmouth,” she quickly added. “Maria from Potsmouth, would you have the honor of being part of my breakfast this morning?” Maria looked at Mathilda with wide eyes. The lady in waiting shot her an urgent glare, directing her towards the princess. Her abrupt expression wordlessly said There are worse places to go than what you’re about to do. With a final nod, Maria swallowed down her fear. She got on her knees and looked up at Felicity, her fearful eyes almost passing for reverence, “It would be my honor.” Felicity’s grin widened as she turned around, aiming her pert behind towards the maid, “Very well! And for the record, this means that next time, I won’t be asking permission. Princess privilege and all that.”With that, she sat down on Maria’s face and began to relax.PppBpblbPLBlPBlbPppPPpPppRrrrRRrRRRRrrrrRRrrrrbbBpt!“Princess!” Maria started to say something, but Felicity was too busy ripping ass to listen. Her open mouth became a receptacle for liters of princess farts, echoing in her cheeks before blowing out of her nose. Mathilda could only imagine the taste was as awful as the smell.As Maria was pressed against the royal asshole, she felt the pinkie sized hole suddenly move. All of a sudden it was two fingers wide, then four. As Felicity relaxed her body and leaned back on the maid’s head, her hole began to stretch ever wider until it was big enough to crown Maria’s scalp. Felicity looked between her legs and waved, her smile wide as she grimaced.“Thanks for the breakfast!” she exclaimed before grunting.It was only a matter of seconds. Maria let out a gasp as her head was sucked up into Felicity’s backside, wet gulping noise made by the princess’s guts as she flexed and adjusted herself to take in the larger woman. Her neck vanished into Felicity’s anus before a moment of reprieve, where her broader shoulders faced more resistance. Another grunt and squat was enough for those to go with a resounding pop! As Felicity pulled the maid in, she put a hand on her stomach, which gurgled violently as the newcomer was introduced to it. Despite the size of her prey, her body showed no signs of her entering. It was almost as if her ass was a portal to another dimension instead of just another entry way into her guts. She grunted one last time, and the rest of the girl was dragged into her pink abyss, her anus returning to tight and pert as she stood back up. “Whew!” she put her hands on her hips, “That hits the spot! Although…” She took the tray of bacon and eggs and sat down at the table, chowing down on the piping hot food with her bare fingers. She seemed completely unfazed that she had pushed a full grown woman up her butt, even with her stomach making considerably loud gurgling and groaning. Mathilda rolled her eyes as she stood by her princess. Every few seconds, she glanced at her tush, as if she were afraid it would lash out and swallow her up too. “Your diet has changed since last year. I remember when you were only eating oatmeal for breakfast.”Felicity kept chewing, “Mother said that it was natural for women like me to get hungry, especially now that I’m eighteen.” “Your mother is especially gifted. Queen Sofia’s voracity is unrivaled. To see you grow in her shoes…” her voice trailed off, her gaze focusing on Felicity’s butt one second too long. “...There will be a lot of changes in your daily patterns.”“Like having to visit Ophinna a lot, I know.” she finished the eggs, slurping up the yolk in a single gulp, “That’s why father got me that beautiful pewterpiece on my birthday.”Mathilda nodded, “Yes, there’s that too. But having your gift also means being more patient and controlled. Less…farting and swallowing maids.”“Mother farts and swallows maids all the time.” Felicity countered.“Around you, yes. But today, you will be visiting the peasantry, and it would be unwise to take whoever you please just because of your hunger. Things must be done rationally, and with good measure.”Sighing, the princess began picking the bacon apart into tiny bits, “I guess. Fine, I promise not to shove any of the peasantry up my ass today when I’m hungry.” She smirked, “Besides, I don’t do it just because I’m hungry.”“What do you do it for, then?”Felicity shot her a glance, noticing Mathilda’s indiscrete staring. Trailing her eye contact, She licked her fingers clean and moved her buttcheeks apart, her asshole pressing against the wooden chair. Scrunching up her face, she smiled as she gave a little push.BPBLBPBLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRBPLBPBLBPBLBLPP- Maria seemed to have produced quite a bit of gas struggling in her colon. This fart-forced and pressed against a hard surface reverberated against the chair. Considerably louder, more forceful, and smelling of unsaintly natures, it tore through the near area as if Aelis, Saint of Wind, had passed through. Cutlery was launched off the table, the maids recoiled as they were hit with a near physical wall of stink. Mathilda staggered as she was the closest to the epicenter. Her eyes watered and her nostrils flared. Felicity herself was unfazed at all, scrunching her nose with effort and grinning. BBBLBLLRRRFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUAAAAAAAABLBPLFFFFFFPPPPTPTPFFFTTThe fart was prolonged on the surface it was blasted into- blocking its pure strength and directing it outwards. As it hit the forty second mark, even mathilda was finding it hard to maintain composure. Producing a handkerchief from her bodice, she held it to her mouth, trying to take in the lavender scented perfumes she had soaked it in. Unfortunately, even the flowers had no use masking Felicity’s flatulence. The princess herself didn’t seem to mind the smell, taking a deep breath before pushing again, changing the fart’s tune to a series of high pitched squeaks until finally, the farts turned into a wet squelch as she tightened her asshole and shut off the steamworks The room was no longer akin to a princess’s chamber; more like a swamp sauna. The temperature was several degrees warmer, humid wipe like thick roiling bog. The maids struggled to breathe through it, gagging and wheezing on their knees. One was able to make it to a window, but was too gassed out to properly pull it open. Guffawing at her minute and a half fart, Felicity couldn’t help but giggle incessantly, “Whew!” She fanned her fanny, lifting it off the blasted chair, the veneer completely abrased from the wood. “Maria really didn’t agree with me! Remind me to have her for tomorrow’s breakfast!” Mathilda waved her own hand around her face, trying to purify the dense fart clouds with her handkerchief, “I’ll notify Ophinna at once.” “Ough, I bet she’s going to be roaring through my arse all day. Best get a dress that is built for wind.” Staggering to the maid attempting to open the window, Mathilda successfully pushed it open, allowing the fresh sea breeze in, “I’ll fetch one that suits you.”“Thank you Mathilda.” Felicity took in a deep breath of the fresh fetid air, tinged with the pure wind from outside. Just to contest it, she leaned on one cheek to let out another one. BBPBLBBPBLBPLBBPLLRRSSHHKKPPPPPP-Instead of a fart, she let out a shart. Prey didn’t last long when trapped in her bowels, and while it may have been too early for Maria to have been churned into a royal slurry, the other six had all night to be digested and properly reformed.RRRRRRRRRPRPBPBLBPLBBPBPLBPLAAKKKT-BLBPLLRRPBLRAAA-The wet rasp started quiet, then louder as she pushed again. Just as it reached a crescendo, she gasped as something more liquid came shooting out with a splattering burst of gas, splattering the side of the chair and the floor next to it with an unmistakable brown. Instead of sealing the gate after the first escape, she pushed a bit harder, hoping to clear the sensation that tingled in her bowels. The shart went on, dollops of wet scat staining the chair and the floor with a wretched smelling salvo. -BLBPLLBPKSSSHKKKKCKCCKCKPLLAAAAPPPTT!Finally, the shart crowned out a disgustingly soiled article of clothing. Maria’s headscarf, the frills matted in shit and the white now a light beige. The other maids paled as they watched it land on the edge of the chair, then get farted off the edge and onto the floor with a resounding splat. Felicity chuckled with a tinge of embarrassment as she glanced back at the mess she made, ”Hehe, whoops. Would you two mind cleaning that?” The maids looked at each other with wistful eyes- perhaps begging for a different profession- before they produced clothes from their aprons to clean. By the time Mathilda returned from the wardrobe, the two maids were gone, and Felicity popped the last berry on the tray into her mouth, “What happened to the scullery maids?” she looked around quizzically.Felicity smiled innocently as she swallowed the berry, “I’m sure they’ll pop up sooner or later.” —----------------House Fulma wasn’t an old house. Of the many different lords of Ventipa, they were not the most powerful. Their farmland was half the size of House Tripurnia, and their standing army was only a quarter of the entire legions that Ventipa united. Armies and land are good for ruling, but on rare occasions, all it takes is one ambitious woman to change the fate of a noble house. Fulma Keep was built originally by House Tripurnia, in honor of Queen Caesia, who married the two Houses together. Many parts of it’s interior were built to her design, including the Queen’s privy. Now, nearly two hundred years since Caesia sat on her throne, her descendants were using it in the same fashion. “HNNNNNGGGHH-GAAH!”cccccccCCCRRRRRSPSLSBKKKKKKLLEE-SPLATMarcela listened as the grunting echoed down the hole above her before a massive turd fell from the roof of the chamber, landing with a heavy thud into the basin forty feet below its origin. Upon release, it might have been twenty pounds heavy, dense with a plethora of bones and scraps of clothing. As soon as it collided with the deep pot, it shattered into a wet pile, the impact smashing it into a incohesive mess of pungent remains. Marcela glanced down at the pile with a scrutinous look on her face. One, two…there were three skulls in this one. She made a mental note as another huge deposit of dung similarly was demolished by gravity. The Underkeep was Ventipa’s busiest parts of the castle. Constructed under Caesia’s orders, it was a bustling series of chambers, halls, and corridors meant to service one purpose; the receiving and recycling of the Royal rears. After all, how were the farms supposed to grow such bountiful crops if it weren’t for the fertilizer contributions of House Fulma? And the contributions were generous to say the least. It was only the first day of the week, and two stone pots big enough to fit ten men inside were already filled to the brim, a cloth laid over the full ones to keep the flies from entering.Then there were the poor victims who had been turned into said fertilizer. Rites had to be done, revival magic cast upon the insured staff members and other fellows permitted to a second- or however many times they ended up here- chance. Not everyone was granted that mercy. The poor souls that weren’t on the list stayed digested scraps of bone and shit. Such was the way in Ventina; where chamber pots were cheaper than coffins.Such a place had to be run by someone well trusted and skilled. And no one was more skilled than Ophinnia. “How is our Majesty the Queen doing this morning?” Marcela glanced back at a large figure veiled in swathes of ceremonial nightsilk. The trailing robes made it hard to tell where her silhouette ended, and they were clasped in silver skulls. A diadem of several spires rested behind her covered brow. The Mages of Urkalli- Saint of Death- did have a level of pomp to them. Compared to the simple shift wearing Marcela, she was a looming and imposing figure. SPLCPLPKKKKRRRRLLLEE-PLUD Curtseying, the servant glanced back as another thick turd destroyed itself upon impact in the bowl, “Madame Ophinnia, She’s having some trouble it seems. Perhaps not enough-” “HHHHHHNNNNNGGGH-BY THE SAINTS!” a voice cried out above “-fiber.” Marcela finished. Ophinnia glanced up the hole, which seemed to have paused its transit of mighty logs from above, “Boldesde, that’s no good. This is the third day she has been pushing! I’m gonna have to talk to the kitchens, maybe prepare her a flaxseed meal to go with her lunch.” “A wise idea, Madame.” Pulling her veil away to get a closer look, Ophinnia uncovered her face. Her appearance suited her attire. Her face was warm yet austere, her glittering green eyes sparkling with mana and a smirk lifting her cheeks. Her darker complexion contrasted the pale pink locks that were braided to support her diadem. There were some more interesting traits that defined her features. Long knife shaped ears that twitched with each groan that came from above. She licked her lips occasionally, a forked tongue darting in and out of her mouth. When she moved, her dress moved with her, and if one looked closely enough, they would notice the tip of a tail sticking out of the end of her robes. Ophinnia was a Lamia, one of the few that had chosen to make Ventipa their home. “Her Majesty is stressing about something.” Ophinnia guessed, her eyes staring astutely at the mess in the bowl, “She has forgone eating, her only remedy whoever she takes with her.” she reached out a bangled hand towards Marcela without looking, “Tell me, how many are on the list for today?”“Twelve today, madame.” She handed her a small slate, names written in chalk. Reading through it, the Lamia sighed as another guttural grunt echoed down into the Underkeep, “At this rate she’ll barely pass eight.” handing the slate back to her servant. “I’ll have a word with her about this. Maybe it’s something-”BPLBPORROPBLBPLLOOORRRRPBLBPLBBBBBBBBBLLPPLBPLBPLOOORRPPA rather unique sounding fart rippled through the chamber, distinctly wet and sputtering. Ophinnia seemed to recognize it. Slithering a few steps away, she couldn’t help but chuckle at Marcela, who looked up expectantly at the hole.“That’s strange,” Marcela commented, “This is the first time she broke wind. Perhaps it was just a blockage rather than low-”BBPBLBOOUURRRSSHHKKKBLBPLBOLBPBLLPLPPTTTTShe was interrupted by a squelching explosion, a deep bubbly mixture of gas and shit all released at once. Seconds after the initial shart, the results followed; a tidal wave of reeking diarrhea that hit the bowl with more backsplash than the crashing waves on the castle’s cliffside. Marcela was directly in the splash zone, knocked over by the thick wall of sludge. She tried to get up, but the slippery waste kept her from rising to her feet, only for another powerful blast to knock her on her ass once more.BBPBLBPLRRRRPPTT- BBBRRRRRRPPPTT- SPSCKCPKLLKKKKLLEEAs the deluge finally began to slow down, Ophinnia carefully got closer to the basin, now filled to the brim with a menagerie of bones, corroded armor, and shattered weapons. The front of the Lamia’s robes shifted during her inspection, as if there were a second snake crawling up her lower torso“Perla Graserre, W-wow!” she stammered translating her amazed expression, eyes wide and smirk turning into a full on quivering grin, “Those guards must have been pent up in her! Look at how their chainmail was unwoven! And the weapons, completely bent and dulled. Her bowels are growing stronger by the day!”Marcela managed to wipe most of the gooey gunk out of her face, “Indeed Madame,” she responded with a droll tone. SPRBPLBPLBLPKKKKTTT-BRRRAAAARRPP The dump concluded with a small toot, just a few seconds long. A single soiled cloth fell below, a thick streak left on the fabric. Ophinnia smirked at the extra garnish gently placed on top of the pile before staining even more, then sinking completely. “It only took one pot for her dump.” she stated, “I gather more will come later in the day. Have this brought over to the revival chapel. I will attend to it soon.”“As you say, Madame.” Marcela finally stood up, “Oh, and one more thing.”“Yes yes, I haven’t forgotten about our princess Felicity. I hear she’s become a splitting image of her mother.” she sighed dreamily, “The pots she’s going to fill.”Marcela could only look so excited. Her melancholy expression could barely bee seen through the muck however. Ophinnia raised the veil back to her face, “Be sure to be cleaned up before the sun is at its zenith. I gather we will be much busier by the end of lunchtime.” “As you say, Madame.” —--------------------Lamias were not often considered when designing the architecture of a Keep. Fulma Keep lacked proper snakekind infrastructure. The corridors were too thin for her wide hips, and her tail kept knocking over candlesticks. Despite that, she did her best to climb to the Tower of Lune, where the Princess’s quarters dwelled. The guard at the door stepped aside as Ophinnia passed, knocking at the heavy wood. It was heaved open by a Lady-in-Waiting, her black hair frazzled by winds… or what kind Ophinnia could easily guess. “Madame,” Mathilda greeted, “I managed to bring her in on time. Thank you for your patience.” Her eyes brightened at the sight of the woman. She gave a slight bow, her snake bottom coiling together, “Lady Bittlings, good to see you faring the day! I would have gathered that I ought to see you in the Underkeep more frequently.” “While your company is most pleasant. It would behoove me to leave the Princess neglected if I was-disposed of. That I must leave to the maids and others with less responsibility.” “Your resistance is formidable, milady. Speaking of the princess, May I enter?” “Please, everything has already been prepared,” Mathilda stepped to the side. She entered the room proper, the large windows casting a warm glow throughout it. The examination chamber was built to assist in urgent surgeries should they be needed close to a royal chamber. A granite table and a desk sat in the middle of the room, adorned with the proper tools for the duty at hand; ink and quill, examination rod, leather gloves.Standing next to the table, Felicity was dressed in a gown appropriate for royalty. The sight of the Lamia seemed to alter her mood, eyes widening and face tightening. “Good day, Princess!” Ophinnia curtsied as best as she could- the tip of her tail raising in respect. Felicity reciprocated with her own curtsey. Her movements were rigid, as if trying to remember each part of the greeting, She looked awkward in the dress. The shoulders were broad and poofed out, descending into trailing sleeves that could fit an entire torso through. Her form was accentuated through tight fittings, her tiny waist betraying what laid within them. Her hair was done into a long pleat that wrapped around her head, a tiara placed around it. “Madame Ophinnia,” she didn’t meet her eyes as if slightly abashed, “how good it is to see you again.” “Daceurd, Indeed! The last time we spoke in this regard was your sixteenth birthday. Back then you had not developed your familial heritage, and my services were scarcely needed. But look at you.” she gestured to her with a little giggle, “Elegant as a swan and dainty as a hummingbird.” Mathilda scoffed, “And as noisy as a goose. Ever since she’s gotten her abilities, it’s been constant noise coming from both ends.” “That’s what I like to hear!” Her polite smile widened, “It’s good for a growing woman like you to develop your pharyngeal and rectal muscles alike. But before I divulge in that,” She slithered next to the examination bench, “please, take a seat.” Felicity carefully hoisted herself onto the bench. Her hands glided across the granite slab, her legs swinging nervously. She glanced nervously at Ophinnia as she sat down at the desk next to her. The mage unfurled a blank papyrus scroll and dipped her quill in ink. She scribbled her words in clean penmanship as she began her examination. “I’m afraid I wasn’t there for your first prey.” she commented, glancing up at the princess, “Tell me, what happened then?”Felicity glanced at Mathilda nervously. Her Lady-in-Waiting didn’t look her in the eye, a reddening disposition rising in her face, “Well, that was the day after my eighteenth birthday. I was feeling something strange in my arse. Like an itch inside that I couldn’t scratch. So I asked Mathilda if she could see if there was something wrong-“-and I ended up being her first victim.” Mathilda finished, “I remember waking up in the Underkeep afterwards, cold and afraid.” “I told you sorry so many times!” Felicity whined. Ophinnia jotted down the information quickly, “And did the itch dissipate once Lady Bittlings found her bed in your bowels?”“It actually did! I still have the itch occasionally. It’s not strong or hurts or anything, but the maids scratch it pretty well when I make them.”“After Lady Bittlings, how many others have you had?”“It’s hard to keep count, there’s just so many” She winced, “Plenty of servants. Maybe a clerk or a scullery maid too if I’m feeling excited.”“Hmm,” Ophinnia compared her notes to her leatherbound journal, “Your average is far lower than your mother… Perhaps you take after your father? At the same time, it is well documented that growing women like you often find space for more as they age.” She looked up to Felicity, “Do you recall your highest record?” The Princess’s smile returned, “I’m sitting on it right now. I’m at nine right now.”“Nine!” she had to set down her pen, “By the Saints, nine at your age is spectacular. Normally it takes at least two years to build a tolerance for ten and above. You’re more than a fledgling, Princess. You may well be a prodigy” “Thank you,” Felicity blushed. As she continued writing, her tail began to shift as she sat, “Now your outputs. We have documentation of your…dumps, pardon my brusque language.” “It’s no sin. I quite like the word. Dumps.” “Indeed no? In my native tongue they’re called Sermarro And your Semarro are quite remarkable, at least a half pot full each time. You have a healthy diet, and the maids you’ve taken tell of no major harm or injury before well… they get turned into your dump.”Felicity smirked, a little color filling her cheeks. Ophinnia noted that mentally, “While we have reviewed your dumps, we must see your oral and anal expulsions. Burps and farts for a more simpler term. Tell me, how have your burps been?”Felicity took a moment to ponder, “Not any greater than normal. I guess it’s because I don’t swallow people down.” “You don’t swallow?” Ophinnia paused to look at the princess with concern. “Not yet at least,” Felicity admitted, “Everyone I’ve had so far has gone up my other end.” “I see. That is most irregular. You should already be orally inserting.” she raised from her chair, her snake body rising higher until she was eye to eye with the princess, “Open your mouth please and say ‘aah.’” She did so, her throat undulating as she kept the tone. Ophinnia got a good look down her cavernous throat. But while she may have had a wide opening, there was something off. “Hmm,” she stroked her chin, slithering back to her seat, “It seems that your pharyngeal muscles have grown any further than when you were last here.” “Is that a bad thing?” Mathilda asked as Felicity moistened her dry mouth with her saliva. “It’s not unheard of. Your grandmother had the same issue. It doesn’t hinder activities or the digestive process.” She scribbled it down, “You’ll just have to get used to using your other end. Speaking of which, we’ll be checking that now.” She reached beneath her desk and pulled a cushioned pillow from a compartment in the table. Handing it to Felicity,she smiled, trying to withstand her excitement, “If you could get on your knees, I’ll just get a quick peek.”Setting the cushion down on the table, Felicity carefully turned around and sat on her knees. She carefully lifted up her dress, going through layer by layer until her skirts were collected in her hands and she lifted up to reveal her pale thighs. She had forgone undergarments. After all, one spends so much time using their arse, there’s no reason to have it covered. Ophinnia looked at Felicity’s asshole intently, “My my…Quite an interesting specimen.”She glanced back at the Lamia, eyebrows furrowed, “Something the matter?” She said with a concerned tone.“Not at all. Simply…the size of this thing!” She reached for her measuring rod and angled it against Felicity’s backside, “It’s rather small!”Felicity anus was quite small. Its pucker was petite, a pretty pink with plenty of wrinkles. A little dimple was above it, a tinier complement to the real thing. It hardly looked like it could be the producer of such legendary Fulma farts. “Surely size isn’t the matter for all things,” Mathilda countered, “I’ve seen her take full grown women without so much as a discomfort!”“Then perhaps there is more than meets the eye.” she gingerly touched Felicity, who moaned a bit at her touch.“Oi! That’s cold!” Felicity exclaimed.Ophinnia blushed, “My apologies, Princess.” she didn’t pull away from her intent examination, “When I sent my letter, I prescribed six. You’ve taken nine. Not at all a problem, but it should have produced a considerable amount of wind.”“And a terrible amount of smell.” Mathilda spoke sharply. “If your majesty would, please follow the breathing exercises you were taught. Relax on the inhale, hold and push on the exhale.” Nodding, Felicity took in a deep breath, exhaling the first time. Her fingers trembled with anticipation as she slowly deflated her lungs. Her assshole twitched, the muscles contracting, tightening the valve. Another deep breath, shaky this time. There was a low gurgle from within, Ophinnia leaned in closer to get a better listen, now less than a foot away from the puckering hole. She too exhaled, ready to fill her lungs with whatever was going to exit this royal rear.A sharp exhale, then Felicity moaned slightly as she gave up control of her bowels, and a surge of sensation rushed down to her petite exit. BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAA-Ophinnia smelled a lot of foul winds in her time as Court Mage. Felicity’s farts had set a new bar. The roaring bubbling gas was perhaps one of the most disgusting smells Ophinnia had the pleasure to be subjected to. Stronger than a full pot of her mother’s deposits, the smell was heavy, like a morning fog on the bay. She caught more exotic aftertones as the fart transitioned into a series of loud blurts, star anise? Looks like the princess’s victims had been prepared. It made it easier to identify them by smell when they eventually got out. -AAAAAAAEEEEEEERRRRRRUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOBLBPLBPLBPLB-Changing pitch, the fart grew wetter as Felicity’s hole widened, the low groan of her gut ushered forth a foul miasma, hot and thick with a strong mixture of stench. Ophinnia squinted as she tried to peer at the source of the stink. She dared not open her mouth to speak; the gust might have forced it stay open. The rest of her ensemble was less fortunate than her. The desktop was blown clear, scattering paper and spilling ink on the cobblestone. Her robes whipped and snapped against the stormy fart, the clasps barely holding on. Any other woman would have gagged or retched. Not Ophinnia howeverOphinnia was loving it. -BBPLBPLBPLRBPBLRRRRRBBPPTTT!The fart lasted for a full minute before finally ending, Felicity’s hole slowly returning back to it’s unstretched size. Behind it, Ophinnia was in disarray. Her quill and papyrus gone, her robes tangled by the gale, and the diadem missing from her hair. The lamia gasped for fresh air and found none, the entire room now incredibly warm and humid. A single fart had laid the chamber low. But the answer she received was satisfactory, “Verrae…” Ophinnia’s curse and wide eyes betrayed her elegant form, “I mean,” She cleared her throat as she regained composure, “You have remarkable control over your bowels, Princess! I’ve never heard a fart so loud before, nor so powerful.” Felicity glanced back while wiggling her tush, “Runs in the family, I guess.”“Even your mother doesn’t have farts as big as yours. In the years I have served her, she’s only procured such outputs rarely!” Mathilda swooned where she stood, the lavender handkerchief practically stuffed up her nose, “Are you telling me this is not a common occurrence?”Shifting nervously, Felicity glanced back at the mage,“It might be now. I’m afraid I’m not done… would it be alright if I kept going?”“That is why I’m here, Princess.”“Oh thank the saints.”BBBRRRRRARAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEUUUURRRPPTT BBBRRRUUUUUPPPT Her eyes rolled as she relaxed again, her tight sphincter rasping loudly as dry air spat out of her and into Ophinnia’s nose. Hot and lacking humidity, it reminded her of the hot desert air that laid between Ventipa and her home city. It certainly didn’t smell like it however, the star anise gone in favor of reeking manure. Ophinnia took in another breath of the fetid farts, “My… indeed this does seem to be a precedent. Have you been experiencing such gas? Does it pain you at all?” “Not really. See, I’m normally quite gassy.”Felicity said while effortlessly unleashing a ten second fart that threw Ophinnia’s robes back like battle flags in the wind, “Mathilda tells me that I should be holding them in more. The problem is that when I do, they just get louder!”BBBBBBRRRUUUUMMMMMFFFFFFPPPTTTo prove her point, she fired a point blank explosion in the lamia’s face. While short, it sent her reeling, her knife tipped ears ringing a bit. Despite that, she continued to remain close, sniffing in the farts eagerly. “More gas just means you have a hearty digestive system.” she objected, “There is nothing to be ashamed of.”Felicity seemed to take that to heart. She grunted again, letting out another impressively loud bowel burp, this time much wetter than the first. A little bit of moisture tinged the edge of her hole. With no quill and paper, Ophinnia made a mental note; well lubricated. BPBLBPLBOOORRPPPTTAnother thundering toot sent her pink hair back. Felicity sighed as she pulled the dress back down, her brow wet with exertion. “Whew!” she sighed with relief, “I think I’m almost done.” Well,” Ophinnia wiped away the drool falling from the corner of her mouth, “You’ve clearly demonstrated a mastery of your bowels. I commend you, Princess.”BBBBBRRRRUUUUUUUUMMMBPBLBPLBPLBPLPPPPPRRRRRPPPPPPTT“Thank you Madame. Coming from you, that means a lot.” Her polite voice was cut short as another deep and bassy fart thundered out of her. “Saints, it’s good to let loose. BBBPBLBBUUUUUUUUUURRRRSPSLSKSKPPPPTTT As Princess Felicity finally concluded her ass blasts, Ophinnia could only exhale softly to release the pent up emotion that the gas had brought out of her. “W-well, I suppose there is not much else I must examine.” she smoothed her hair, trying to calm her nerves, “You are a perfectly healthy pred and a growing woman. A Fulma by blood and bowels.”“You honor me, Madame.” Felicity nodded as she got off the table“The honor is mine! Now, I have taken up your time. I will always be here should you have inquiries. Our next meeting shall be perhaps… How about a fortnight from now?”Turning to Mathilda, who was practically a shell of her normal gusto. The lady in waiting’s eyes fluttered before she managed a slight nod. Felicity grinned before curtseying, “If the meetings are a pleasurable as they were today, I’d be happy to.”Mathilda staggered towards the princess, grabbing the crook of her arm, “Thank you Madame Ophinnia.” She said breathlessly, “We will get out of your hair now.”As the two of them departed, Ophinnia leaned on the desk, a hand on her hip. She glanced around the room and the carnage it contained. She slithered over to her diadem, scattered on the floor next to her notes. Picking both up, she adjusted the headpiece back in her hair while glancing at the paper. Farts of that magnitude. She would make a great queen with a blessed butt like that. On that mental note, Ophinnia remembered her next plan for the day. “Saints be good.” She chuckled as she headed for the door, “Just like her mother.”...
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