Malenia's Miasma
by test715

(Warning: Contains F/F facesitting and fatal fart torture. The victim does respawn though, so it’s not that dark.)

After a grueling journey to the roots of the Haligtree, Alys had finally reached the location of Malenia, the Blade of Miquella. The infamous swordswoman was slumbering just ahead. Her fiery red hair stuck out dramatically against the otherwise muted colors of the chamber, making it mpossible not to notice her. Her hair wasn’t her only striking feature either. Even from Alys’ current distance, the demigod’s massive stature was apparent.

Thank goodness… Alys sighed with relief. She’s not awake…

Malenia’s deadly reputation preceded her, so rather than dying repeatedly in a fight she was unlikely to win, Alys decided to take a different approach. With her was an unalloyed gold needle of her own design. Alys hoped it’d not only allow Malenia to resist the scarlet rot festering within her, but possibly even cure it. A simpler needle had worked wonders for Millicent, and considering she and Malenia were kin of some kind, Alys was hopeful her needle would function as intended.

Of course, Malenia’s rot was far more virulent than Millicent’s. Curing an Empyrean would require an Empyrean’s touch… and it just so happened Alys was consort to one.

Although no longer bound to the doll, Ranni still occasionally repossessed it to check in on Alys’ progress. It was during one of these liaisons that Alys explained her plan. Initially she hadn’t been sure if Ranni would agree to help, but her mistress was surprisingly receptive to the idea. Ranni herself enchanted the needle, all but ensuring it’d work as intended. All Alys had to do was insert it, then the needle would dissolve and, supposedly, cure Malenia’s rot permanently.

“Come on…” Alys whispered as she lifted the needle with gravity magic. In order to work, the needle would need to be embedded in the demigod’s flesh. The only viable target was a bit of exposed skin on Malenia’s inner thigh. An extraordinary difficult shot. “Please work, please work…!”

Alys flicked her staff, launching the needle away from her and towards Malenia at tremendous speed. The needle found it’s mark, avoiding the demigod’s armor as it entered her leg.

At first, nothing happened. The rot didn’t recede, nor did Malenia awaken from her slumber. The only indication that Alys had hit her target was a slight twitch of Malenia’s leg, like she was bitten by an annoying insect. It definitely went in her… Why isn’t anything happening?!

Before Alys could fret too much, Malenia’s face began to change. Not in expression, but in its very composition. The dry, rotten skin which covered her upper face faded, revealing a remarkably beautiful visage befitting an Empyrean. She looked as if she had never been infected in the first place. No one would have ever suspected this woman had been the source of Caelid’s devastation.

As Alys observed the drastic change occurring, Malenia began to stir. She opened her eyes for what must have been the first time in ages, and was momentarily blinded by the gentle light streaming into the room. She blinked rapidly as her eyes adjusted, until finally she was able to look upon her arm and see that it was no longer covered in rot.

“My… flesh…” She murmured. “It is… cured?” After caressing her soft, untainted face with her now rot-free hand, Malenia then turned her attention towards the stranger in front of her. “Tarnished…” Her voice was low, and much softer than Alys had expected from a deadly warrior. “Is this your doing?”

“Uh…” Alys hesitated. She was pretty sure Malenia was pleased, but wasn’t certain. The fact she hadn’t been impaled yet was reassuring, though there was still plenty of time for Malenia to change her mind. Okay… Moment of truth. “Yeah! I wanted to see if it was possible to cure you and, uh, I think I did!” She smiled nervously. “My name is Alys, not Tarnished, by the way.”

“Well Alys…” Malenia’s lips curled into a small, but warm, smile. “Though I know not your motive, you have done me a great kindness. You have achieved what even the Greater Will could not... Or perhaps chose not to. As thanks, I shall bestow upon you the greatest gift I can offer…” Malenia stood to her full height and walked forward. Alys was easily half her height, barely coming up to Malenia’s waist. “I offer you myself. I shall take you as consort and slay your enemies, ensuring you become Elden Lord. We shall seek out my brother, and together we shall forge a new, perfect Order.” Malenia extended her hand to Alys expectantly. “How do you respond?”

“Oh, wow… That’s…” Alys shifted around uncomfortably. “That really sounds great but… I don’t think I can accept.” She glanced towards the ground. “…Sorry.”

"...Hm?" Malenia was taken aback by Alys’ refusal. Not at all the reaction one would expect to a generous offer from a beautiful Empyrean. “You do wish to become Elden Lord, do you not? Surely you don’t prefer wedding my decrepit shell of a mother?”

“What? No, no, you’re great! You’re tall, strong, beautiful…” Alys ceased her compliments as she felt Ranni glaring down at her from the stars. “I really do appreciate your offer, it’s just that… Um… Damn, this is awkward…” Alys scratched the back of her neck anxiously. “I’m already married to an Empyrean. Ranni the Witch." She glanced sheepishly towards the Empyrean. "I, uh, think you two know each other?“

Malenia narrowed her eyes. “…Ranni?”

”Do you not recall her? Perhaps the rot has affected your memory... She’s a witch with a white dress and a blue doll’s body, who-“

“Oh, I remember my treacherous step-sister quite well.” Malenia clenched her fists and took a step closer. Alys had to crane her neck back to maintain eye contact. “I offer to take you as consort and make you Elden Lord… and you reject me for a possessed husk of twine and porcelain?”

“I… Uh… Is that a rhetorical question or…?” Malenia responded by walking back to her chair, donning her helmet and prosthetics, then grabbing her weapon. “Whoa, whoa, hold on! Let’s talk this through! Um…” Alys’ mind raced as she thought of ways to defuse the situation. “Maybe I could be consort to both of you, and you two take turns ushering in your Orders? Would that work?”

“Leave.” Malenia said sternly. “You have done me a great kindness, and for that I shall stay my blade. But consider my previous offer rescinded. Now begone, before I-” A twinge of discomfort flickered across Malenia’s face as her stomach audibly churned.

“…Are you okay?”

”I am fine…” She said shakily. “I just- Ugh…!” Malenia clutched her stomach and lurched forward as an even louder gurgle was heard. Whatever was causing this discomfort, it must have been truly powerful to elicit such a reaction from the normally stoic Empyrean. “What is this accursed sensation? Is there still rot festering within me? I feel as if I must- Ngh!”

Malenia winced as a monstrous fart exited her and echoed throughout the previously serene chamber. Not only was it lengthy, droning on for nearly 15 seconds before finally sputtering out, but it was incredibly powerful as well. The back of her armor actually fluttered slightly as the fart wavered in tone, a feat especially impressive considering she was wearing a layer of heavy gold chainmail.

Alys, meanwhile, was equally impressed and disgusted as she bore witness to the Empyrean’s vile release. In some ways it was a paradox. It was utterly ungodly, something that should never have come from someone of divine heritage, while simultaneously inhuman, as no mortal could ever produce something so monstrous.

Alys’ awe was quickly replaced by complete and utter revulsion upon breathing in the horrific stench. Malenia’s gas reeked of the scarlet rot’s sickly sweet aroma mixed with what could only be compared to an overflowing chamberpot. Alys was (regrettably) no stranger when it came to scarlet rot, having trudged through entire swamps of it in the past. She was (also regrettably) no stranger to the stench of dung either, having trudged through the capital’s sewer system as well.

Point being, Alys had far more experience that she would’ve liked with fetid, toxic odors, but had still managed to endure them. But this? What she just inhaled was far fouler than any miasma she’d previously encountered. One whiff was all it took to make Alys fall to her knees and heave. Even as she feebly tried to crawl away towards fresh air, it was as if the gas had seared itself within her nostrils.

When the impressive blast at last ended, Malenia’s sense of relief was overshadowed only by her complete and utter embarrassment. What she just unleashed was unbecoming of a demihuman, let alone demigod! Even her own eyes teared up upon breathing the rancid stench, and she had been the one to produce it! She had to resist the urge to join Alys in falling to her knees and gagging.

Malenia had been capable of breaking wind long ago, but nothing like this. Never before had she expelled so much wind in so violent a manner, and yet already she felt more gas curdling within her. For all the terrible symptoms that came from her festering rot, uncontrollable gas had never been one. In fact, once the rot had consumed her lower body, she became incapable of even releasing any. Whatever was wrong with her was something new… and there was only one obvious culprit.

“You…!” Malenia hissed, lunging towards Alys. The sorceress was still too overwhelmed by the demigod’s flatulence to react, not noticing Malenia’s grab until she was already being hoisted up by her robes. She was truly a pitiful sight, with her nose running and tears streaming from her bloodshot eyes. “What have you done to me?” Although her voice remained soft and composed, her tightly clenched jaw and burning red face belied her inner rage. It took a great deal of self-control to sound as calm as she did.

”I… I don’t know what-“ Alys paused to retch. “Bloody hell, that reeks…!”

”I’ve noticed.” Malenia effortlessly lifted Alys higher, as if she were an infant. “Now tell me, before I lose my patience… Why have you afflicted me with… with this?!” She grimaced as a brief fart slipped out of her. “Was the indignity of my rot not enough?!”

”I-I had no idea this would happen! I truly thought I’d be helping you!” Alys coughed out. “I even had Ranni assist me in enchanting the needle, to make sure it’d work permanently!”

“Of course…” Malenia’s voice lowered. “I should have expected as much from that treacherous little doll. Though this is a new low, even for her.” She was more so thinking out loud now than talking to Alys. “She can’t tolerate any threats to her precious Order, so she needs me out of her way… Only she’s too weak and cowardly to fight me herself, so she attempts to render me indisposed instead…”

Alys wanted to deny the accusation, but even she wasn’t convinced of Ranni’s innocence. The lunar princess had a proclivity towards well-laid schemes, and had motive enough to execute this one. With Miquella missing, Malenia was the only other Empyrean capable of usurping Marika’s godhood and ushering in a new age. It stood to reason that Ranni would do something about her potential rival, the only question was what.

Partially curing Malenia’s rot would prevent her from blooming again, as she did when fighting Radahn. Giving her chronic gas might marginally diminish her combat prowess as well, and might make her wish to remain in hiding. But if Ranni’s only goal was to weaken Malenia, then surely she could have done so in a different manner? Which is why Alys suspected the horrific gas was meant to punish her, not Malenia.

Despite being married and supposedly forgiven for her past transgressions, Alys suspected the lunar princess still harbored some ill-will from her time against her consort’s arse. While Ranni herself might not have been physically capable of breaking wind on Alys in reprisal, what she could do was goad Malenia into acting as her proxy.

How Ranni was able to ignore her consort’s absolution was a mystery, one that Alys doubted she’d be given an answer to. Alys would need to have a word with her “dearly beloved” after this… just as soon as she was no longer choking ln Malenia’s fumes.

“Hear this, accursed witch.” Malenia raised her voice and looked towards the heavens. “You may have cast off your flesh, but no obstacle shall obstruct me from hunting you down and rending your very soul apart. But before I grant you the Destined Death you so duly deserve, know that every indignity I’ve suffered shall be inflicted back upon you tenfold. This I swear to you, in my name and in the name of my dear brother, Miquella.”

A weak cough reminded Malenia of the pitiful Tarnished still in her grasp. “And what should be done with the witch’s consort, I wonder? The one responsible for executing this plot in her stead?”

“Truly…!” Alys choked out, every word a struggle. Her voice was dry and body weak. “I didn’t know- I didn’t know that-“ She was cut off by her own coughing fit.

“I care not for your excuses. If the effect truly is permanent as you claim. it makes no difference to me whether you are her co-conspirator or merely an easily manipulated pawn.”

Malenia threw Alys to the ground and pinned her underneath the heel of her prosthetic foot. “Whether by maliciousness or ignorance, you are complicit in this detestable deed and shall be duly punished.” She pressed the tip of her blade against Alys’ neck. “Be grateful your grace renders me incapable of permanently killing you. If you are wise, you shall not seek me out again.”

“W-Wait…!” Alys wheezed. Between the lingering gas and the impact knocking the wind out of her, merely speaking was an overwhelming battle. “You promised to… to spare my life! Surely… you’re a woman of honor, right?!”

“…Honor?” Malenia’s composure faltered, and she raised her voice. “You strip me of what few scraps of dignity I still possessed, and you dare ask me about honor?! Tell me, what “honorable” demigod breaks wind like a wretched beast?!” Alys opened her mouth before wisely choosing to remain silent. “…Now perish.”

Alys closed her eyes as Malenia raised her blade, awaiting yet another death. Well… Alys thought. I suppose there are worse ways to go. Being beheaded is certainly better than continuing to choke on her wind. I knew there was a decent chance she’d try to kill me, I just didn’t expect this to be the reason...

Before thrusting her sword downwards, however, Malenia paused. The pressure continuously building within her bowels had given her a devious idea.

“Actually… I've reconsidered.” Malenia’s voice had returned to its usual calm, which was arguably more frightening than her anger. “I promised to spare you my blade, and I shall…” She tossed her weapon aside, but didn’t let Alys go free. “For you do not deserve the mercy of a swift death. Instead, you shall suffer the consequences of your actions directly.”

“W…What…?” Alys opened her eyes just in time to witness Malenia turn around and squat over her face. Her nose was now mere inches away from Empyrean’s massive, rotten posterior. Alys could feel her face grow warm in this new position; not from Malenia’s body heat or her own panic, but from the lingering gas emanating off of the demigod’s arse.

The stench was truly revolting, but not strong enough to kill Alys outright. Given the incessant gurgling Alys heard above her, even a bluntstone could realize Malenia's foul intentions. “No, no, no, no!” Alys tried to crawl backwards, but Malenia had grabbed Alys’ legs and was holding her in place. “Please, use your sword instead! Or use your bare hands if you wish to humiliate me!” Alys begged as she futilely tried to break free. “Anything, just not… this!”

Alys’ pleas fell on uncaring ears. A gentle grunt was followed by an anything-but-gentle explosion from Malenia’s rear. The deafening blast of burning, fetid wind blew Alys’ hair back and forced its way into her nostrils, immediately triggering her gag reflex.

Opening her mouth while still being barraged by Malenia’s gas was about as pleasant as one would expect. Alys would have preferred gargling a cup of sewage to having her tongue coated in the unholy miasma which had come from Malenia’s bowels. Whatever strategies were once present in Alys’ struggles had all but disappeared, replaced instead by animalistic writhing more akin to convulsing than fighting. If she wasn’t sure the world was fundamentally broken before, she certainly was now. No benevolent Order would have allowed such a wretched flavor to exist.

For as terrible as Malenia’s gas tasted, it did at least accelerate Alys’ death dramatically. A grim mercy, but a mercy nevertheless. As more and more tainted air filled her lungs, her writhing slowed to pitiful twitching and her vision began to darken. One more breath was all it took to do her in. After a final weak cough and spasm, Alys’ eyes rolled back and her body began to fade away.

———

Alys gasped upon reviving at the nearby Site of Grace, relieved to no longer be inhaling Malenia’s fumes. After what she just endured, inhaling the dank, stale dungeon air was a joy like no other.

Upon catching her breath however, whatever relief she felt quickly faded as she began processing her disturbing defeat. That wasn’t a nightmare… She truly killed me… with her arse… She crouched over my face and broke wind until I… Until I…!

Alys’ eye twitched slightly as the full weight of her disgrace set in. She had died many times in a myriad unpleasant ways, but none of them had been even remotely this humiliating. Oh gods…! She sobbed. That was no mere death, that was defilement! My body may yet live, but my very soul has been tainted by her wind! How can I still aspire to be Elden Lord after enduring such disgrace?! No matter what I do now, my honor is forever sullied! Even grafting is a nobler fate! And the stench! She heaved at the mere remembrance. Marika’s tits, the stench…!

As Alys curled up into a ball and tried to come to terms with her new reality, she recalled the tonic of forgetfulness she still possessed. It would be so easy to drink it and have all her unpleasant memories melt away…

Before Alys could fully succumb to despair, she felt a frigid sensation coming from her pocket. “Ranni…!” Alys growled, her sorrow suddenly replaced by rage. Alys yanked out the miniature doll and put it front of her, a profanity-filled rant already forming in her head.

…But by the time she laid eyes on the puppet, the chill had already left and the doll was inanimate once more. Frozen on the its face was an almost imperceptible smug smile, all but admitting responsibility for her scheme. Most wouldn’t have ever noticed it, but after spending so much time together Alys had become skilled in reading her subtle expressions.

Of course… Alys scowled. She doesn’t even have the decency to confront me… I bet this is just hilarious to her... The poetic irony of being farted on by a woman whose advances she had rejected was not lost on her.

Her hopelessness fading to sullen resignation, Alys glanced warily towards Malenia’s chamber. I still have to deal with her, don’t I? Like it or not, Ranni is still my ticket to becoming Elden Lord. The last thing I need is an angry demigod showing up and publicly humiliating me during my coronation… It’s better that I endure her torments prior to becoming Elden Lord, rather than after. She sighed deeply as she got up and walked towards Malenia’s chamber. …Maybe she’s gotten it out of her system and I can try reasoning with her now?