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Xarael was Bored WARNING!: This is a long story! It's like ten pages. So like...get a snack or something. I recommend something dry but sweet, maybe a nice cookie or perhaps some chocolate covered peanuts. Oh, also, this story contains fart fetish and scat fetish material, female domination(femdom), shrinking, demons, foxes, castles, old men, treasure maps, green eyes, reflective ice, vaults and leather clothes. If one or more of these does not apply to your tastes, then please turn back now. If not, then read on. Xarael was bored. Part One Xarael was bored. Xarael was a demoness, and no trifling one at that. She wielded powerful magic, and was much feared by demon and mortal alike, those who knew of her at least. She stood tall, nearly nine feet, with the powerful build of a warrior, wrapped in the lush curves and soft flesh of a plump noble, giving her a lithe, round, and eye-grabbing look. Her skin was the shade of bubble gum, a bright, inviting pink, and two small, black horns grew in an upward curve from her forehead, maybe a foot long each. Her tail was long, and ended with a small space, although it looked a lot more like a heart to most people describing it, and a wide pair of pink wings adorned her back. On this occasion, she found herself wearing a very snug, one-piece outfit, akin to a swimsuit, hugging deep between her legs, and thick thighs, but leaving almost all of her thighs, hips, and legs bare. A window was cut through the middle of the purple outfit, stretching from just below her belly button, to just below her breasts. Hanging around her shoulders was a long cloak, purple on the outside, and pink on the inside…or so it appeared at least, as she simply lat her brightly colored wings drape around her shoulders. But above all else, she was bored. “I’m so BORED!” she roared, her voice echoing quietly throughout the castle she made her home. The castle had once belonged to some king, but she had squeezed all the fun, and ultimately blood and organs, out of him and the surviving servants long, long ago. She had tried to stave off boredom as much she could, but after several decades of silently waiting, she was starting to feel like she only had a century or so left before she REALLY lost patience with the waiting. She wasn’t the type to scheme or plot great upheavals or surges in her personal power; all she really wanted was a little fun. The huge demoness was draped over the throne that had once held a king, but now groaned and whined under the weight of its queen, as the empty halls replied to their “owner” with only continued silence. She fell silent again, letting herself remain lazily poured all over her throne, poking at the wood with her clawed finger a little, sighing a bit. Suddenly, her deep, crimson eyes widening, and she sat up straight as she heard something; a NOISE. The first noise she had heard in many, many weeks. Someone was at her gates, and her heart began to race as an eager, playful grin spread across her face. Finally some fun. Xarael was not bored. * * * Dmitri clutched the map tightly as he raised it to his eyes, careful not to let it slip from his hands due to the harsh, whipping, frigid winds of the mountain. He had received the map some weeks ago from an old man, for a hefty sum of gold, and had been told it marked the location where once a King’s great hall had stood. “Vanished…!” The old man cried, waving his arms melodramatically. “Ninety years ago…! Nobody knows how or why, but suddenly the seat of his power went dead and silent…And it was so hard to reach that his whole kingdom collapsed, with no one ever seeing him or his people again…!” “That doesn’t make sense.” Dmitri has said at the time, but after much insistence, lowering of prices, and promises on god’s names, he took the map. Dmitri was a treasure hunter, by trade, and a lost castle untouched by man would be a haul to end his hunting days. So after weeks of travel, preparing, buying ear and climbing the harsh mountainside, Dmitri saw something he never suspected he would ACTUALLY see; the castle. A huge castle, etched partially out of the mountainside itself, and trapped in rime and crystalline ice, forming a gorgeous, picturesque image. Like a skull, half buried in snow, the once lively windows and gateways lay empty and frozen, hidden for decades from all eyes. All eyes but his. Dmitri walked up to the gates, two huge iron doorways cut in the castle’s outer walls. The gateways had been totally frozen over, and he found himself staring into a mirror. He looked at his own reflection. Dmitri’s white fur made him look like a ghost in thick, dark brown leather and fur, his bright green eyes seeming to be floating in mid air. Dmitri was not a human, but one of the kitsune, a race of creatures that took the form of humanoids with fox-like features. Dmitri himself was fairly tall, maybe 5’10, or about 6’4” if you counted his big, triangular, white ears. His face seemed mostly human, except his fur, and his wet, black nose. A long, bushy tail gently swayed behind him. “Still looking good.” He said, at his reflection. “I’m sure one day fox ears and a tail will be SO attractive.” He sighed, shaking his head. “Let’s get over this stupid wall, eh buddy? Maybe some gold will make a girl more likely to ignore your ears.” He grumbled, pulling out a heavy hook, on the end of a long rope. He deftly tossed it over the wall, and in minutes had passed to the other side, sliding down the huge mounds of snow that had piled nearly to the top of the wall itself, on the inside. He nearly sprinted through the snow eagerly, tail wagging furiously as he threw his shoulder against the gates of the castle, making them creak and crack as he forced them open just enough to slip inside. * * * Xarael it her lip with intense anticipation, eyes glowing with excitement as she watched her new visitor entered. The young man quickly pushed down his furred hood, revealing his pointed ears and snow-white fur. She watched him produced a torch and kneel down to try and light it, and she backed further into the shadows, watching him from a nearby doorway. Her pink tail wiggled playfully at the air as he struck up his light source. “All right…Let’s see what we can find in this damned place…better be worth the trip.” Dmitri mumbled, unaware that an eager and sinister pair of eyes was watching him. The kitsune wandered the very dark halls, his small circle of light being the only that pierced into the cold, inner halls. Dmitri had plumbed the depths of many, many castles and he knew where to look for vaults and hordes of treasure. His ears laid flat atop his head as he began to slink slowly through the halls, following the telltale signs, widening hallways, greater finery, central hallways, and felt his heart racing as he found a throne room. “I bet that treasury is really close now…” He said aloud into the dark silence. Xarael raised an eyebrow. “The vault, hm? Sounds like fun.” She said, dissolving into the darkness silently, as the explorer continued delving into the old, vacant castle. He slipped further into its hallways, and after around twenty minutes, he finally found exactly what he was looking for; the huge, metallic door of a massive treasury vault. Dmitri’s tail began to wag furiously, as he ran over, setting his torch in a sconce on the wall, and taking a good look at the doors. They were just huge vault doors, and seemed to have been previously opened, the locking mechanism showing the round door wasn’t sealed, and the door hanging very slightly ajar. The kitsune grabbed the vault’s enormous handle, and began to fight against the tremendous inertia of the doorway. The door slowly, arduously swung wider and wider, and Dmitri blinked in confusion as bright light began to stream from inside. As he got the door wide enough, he darted around it to see what was inside the doorway. As his gaze fell inside, his mouth fell open. Dmitri was looking at a huge, lush bedroom, lit from above by a huge chandelier holding hundreds of candles, the light scattered by the crystalline fragments handing from the light fixture. The bedroom’s center was a giant, circular bed, draped in violet finery, with four tall posts and long, partially opaque veil hanging around the round bed. The white fox-boy didn’t even know what to think, let alone say. As he pulled open the century-old vault to find the warm, brightly lit bedroom, but he became even more confused and stunned as he saw a figure behind the veils gently part them, revealing the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. She was a fox, like Dmitri, and her fur was bright, fiery orange. Her figure was slender but curvy, with healthy hips and a fine chest, barely concealed by purple underpants and a veil across her face, as if she were some kind of concubine. She panted softly, the sound of her canine-like sounds making Dmitri stir in his loins, as she ran her hands down her chest, down her belly, and then her thighs, letting them rest on her knees as her tail wagged. “O-Oh Dmitri…!” She moaned, her soft, sweet voice calling out in the cold. “I’ve vaited here for so long…I vant you so much…!” Her accent reminded Dmitri of his homeland, and he felt himself starting to burn and ache with growing, animal lust as he watched the mysterious girl literally begging for him. Some part of his brain started screaming out warnings and questions, but it was drowned out by the rushing tidal wave of pent up lust. Dmitri’s feet began to move, almost of their own accord, toward the orange kitsune. “A-Ah, come Dmitri…let me ease your weary body…” She moaned, opening her arms for him, and he felt himself just give in to whatever was happening, as he sunk into a deep embrace with her, resting his cheek on her chest. The three weeks he had been travelling had not been the only time Dmitri had been without a woman. Being a kitsune, a beastfolk, among humans had left him struggling for more intimate contact, most human girls less willing to spend the night with a man with fur, sharp teeth and a tail. Because of his appearance, his race really, he’d been quite a long time without the touch of a woman, and he was really unwilling to give up whatever was happening right now. He didn’t care why this woman had constructed a well lit, warm bedroom in the vault of a castle that had been destroyed ninety years before. He didn’t care who she was. All he cared about was the tightness in his pants, and the lust consuming his mind and thoughts in a ball of fire as the orange girl’s hands began to gently undress him, peeling off layer after layer of winter clothing that had kept him so protected against the cold, and soon he was stripped bare from the waist up, his toned but relatively thin chest and arms exposed. He pulled away, panting loudly and tail wagging wildly, as he began to struggling his pants off, nearly overwhelmed by the sight of the panting, eager mouth and heaving bosom of the woman before him. “O-Ohhh…” The woman moaned as Dmitri exposed his manhood, his furred member leaping from his pants as he forced them down, throbbing with blood and lust. “Come here, Dmitri…let me help you…” She whispered, gently taking his hand and pulling him into the comfortable, huge bed. She gently laid him on his back, and climbed atop him, starting to slowly kiss him, hands rubbing against him and making him tremble. She starting to kiss his cheek, then his neck, and he felt her moving gently lower, her lips pressing to his chest, then his belly, then… He gasped loudly as her warm breath tickled his manhood; his spine tingling as she slowly leaned down to lap at it, causing him to cry out. The girl giggled, and slowly put her mouth around him, the warmth and moisture making the white kitsune nearly explode on the spot. Dmitri saw the girl stripping away her clothes as she gently began to suck on him, but he had to just close his eyes as he became deeply and rapidly overwhelmed by the gentle, eager caressing of the mystery-girl’s tongue. Finally, after only a few short minutes of struggling to resist, Dmitri just let go, and came, the orange kitsune squeaking, but swallowing down his seed without problem or complaint before pulling away from him, slowly crawling back on top of him. “Ah…did you enjoy yourself, Dmitri…?” Dmitri panted softly, as the girl gently laid atop him. “W-Who are you…?” he suddenly asked, only vaguely concerned for the actual answer as he lay there, so much tension relieved that he felt like he could just fall asleep in this strange, dreamlike place. “Oh, sweetie…I’m the girl of your dreams…” She said, her voice very different. She had lost her cute, soft voice and familiar accent which reminded Dmitri of his homeland, and he felt her hands gently grasping his wrists, but when she pushed down on his hands, he found them pinned under unmovable, steel-like grips. “And you’re the toy…oops, I mean….BOY of MY dreams.” She said with a slowly widening smile, tail wagging as she held the white fox down. Dmitri’s eyes widening as the girl suddenly began to shift form and size before his eyes, growing taller by the second as her fur vanished, and revealing bright, bubble-gum pink skin. Her curves swelled from modest but eye-catching to gigantic, and so did her stature as she grew into a ten foot tall, pink demoness with a chest that bulged out so far that, with her sitting in his lap and leaning forward to hold his hands down, he could barely see her face past he jutting shelf of soft, round flesh, scarcely contained by a purple brassier. “Oh gods…” Dmitri groaned, as he felt the demoness become a heavy behemoth, pinning him down effortlessly. “Please tell me this isn’t really happening…I died on the mountain, right?” Xarael giggled, deeply amused by the distraught wolf. “No, silly…You’re alive and well, and you’re my brand new plaything…!” She said, eagerly, reaching down to pet his cheek, before saying “I am Xarael, Queen of Abbadon."I’ve been ACHING for a little fun every since I played with my last toys too hard.” She said, eagerly. “They all broke…But now that YOU’RE here, we’ll have lots of time alone to have…LOTS of fun!” She said, bouncing a little with bubbly, excited energy, her chest bouncing slightly out of sync with her. Dmitri tried to decide what he was going to do, what he COULD do, as the huge demon perched on top of his naked form. He wanted to try and go for a knife in his nearby clothes, or try and bite her neck, or fight…but the more he considered the idea, the more suicidal and idiotic it became./ He gulped and weakly said “A-Ah…W-What exactly…A-Am I supposed to do?” his voice trembling. He suspected that he didn’t want to know the answer. “Awww, that’s so cute. Well, Dmitri, my brand new little boy-toy…I’m just going to do anything I want to you, and you’re going to do everything I say. And everything you DON’T do, I’ll make you do. That’s all there is to it!” She said, as she stood up off the nude fox. Even Dmitri, scared and trapped against his will, felt himself swelling, between the legs, as the demon began to pull her bra off, revealing breasts bigger and more flawless then any he had seen before. “A-Ah, I…Uh…I mean that’s…F-For how long…?” he managed to stuttered out as his eyes followed the moving orbs, barely seeing the demoness shove her tiny panties down. She let out a long, playful laugh, covering her mouth. “How long? I’m going to keep going til you stop working, silly…!” “W-Wh-“ Dmitri wanted to protest, eyes wide, but his voice caught as the demoness turned around and took a bit of a jump, her huge, wide pink balloons of an ass falling like a meteor toward him, and all the air was smashed out of him as she landed righty on his chest, her tremendous weight slamming all the air from his lungs. Xarael began to moan and trembled excitedly. There were so many things she wanted to do, she barely knew where to start, rubbing her huge behind on her new toy’s chest. His fur tickled her sensitive, delicate regions, making her spin shiver as she rubbed and ground against him, scooting backward little by little. As many ideas as she had, a few were more than at the forefront of her mind, her body so eager to get to her preferred fun that she felt her heart racing a little. “Mmm…It’s been so long since I’ve had a warm cushion beneath me…” She moaned, scooting further back so her huge behind eclipsed all of Dmitri’s view. As the fox regained his breath, and finally gasped in a weak lungful of breath, his sensitive nose curled, and he rasped at the sudden, foul odor that filled his black nostrils. It didn’t take him too much imagination to determine the source, as he looked up at the gargantuan, looming ass before him. “Oh goodness…I definitely know what you’ll be doing first…” Xarael said, eagerly. “You know a demon of my stature and power is far, far too important and precious to be made to clean HERSELF.” She said, scooting back, making the thick odor that encompassed Dmitri that much worse. “And since my last toy broke ninety years ago…It’s been just about ninety years since I’ve been cleaned.” She said. Dmitri’s heart stopped, and his eyes bulged, as the demon looked over her shoulder at him. “So that’s your first job.” Dmitri tried to thrash, to bite, to cry out for help, anything, but he couldn’t move an inch, firmly trapped beneath the demon’s bulk. She laughed aloud at his weak struggles. “That tickles! Well, since you’re so hesitant, let me give you a little encouragement!” She said, brightly. She stood up, and Dmitri tried to run, but he suddenly felt a force overtake him, his body moving of its own accord, as if someone else was occupying him from the neck down. His white, furry body got into a kneeling position, and he felt a twinge of horror as he began to grow smaller. After a few moments, two whole feet had been shaved off his height, but that took him from more than half his tormenter’s height to only about a third, making him feel absolutely terrified as she hovered an ass wider than him by two or three times just above him, the smell making his nose burn. “Mmm…Now then…You’re going to start licking me until I’m clean, so we can have some real fun, Okay?” She said. “Yes, Mistress Xarael!” Dmitri cried out, although his mind had given his mouth no such command. His small hands reached up to grab the demon’s huge cheeks, and he fought against their plush, soft weight to spread them. As he split the demon’s huge bum, he was hit with a thick, hot fog of smell that smelled as if someone hadn’t cleaned themselves in years, and had been living on a diet of milk, fish, and raw sewage for that entire time. Tears welled in his eyes as he saw thick, dark layers in all shades of green, brown, and yellowish hues, a nightmarish rainbow of smells and colors that painted the inner reaches of her crevice. The smell made him dizzy, but he didn’t pass out, as much as he wished he would. He could only watch in horror as his tongue came out, and his face sunk deep into her behind. With a soft, wet slapping noise, he released her cheeks, letting them engulf his head in her “gulf”. Xarael moaned loudly, her voice echoing deep into the empty halls of the castle, as she pushed down a bit on her new pet. His wide, wet tongue lapped at her filthy, giant behind. Dmitri’s tongue expressed a similar sentiment to his nose; sobbing, defeated horror and disgust at their inescapable torment. The smell, taste, sound, and sensation of the demon’s filthy behind was absolute hell, as his tongue scraped layer after layer of old waste off her cheeks, moving slowly deeper and deeper. His sharp ears began to twitch as he picked up a faint, bubbling noise, but all he could do was try and focus on that, rather than the thick miasma of sewage that filled his nose and mouth, in more ways than one. He was slowly moving deeper and deeper, as his tongue “lovingly” caressed her soft, pink flesh, causing drawn out moans and tickled giggles from the giant demon. “Mmm…Okay, pet…N-Now just…Take extra time and care with your mistress pink pucker…It’s a very special place where you’re going to spend a lot of time…” She said, and Dmitri felt his tongue push up against the greasy, filthy, flexing hole of his new owner, making him retch slightly at the taste, and whimper at the smell. Dmitri’s tongue went to work against his will, lapping flakes and layers and globs of filthy off her, old and new filling his mouth as he slurped and kissed at the huge, pink hole. “o-ohhh…brace yourself, cutie…You’re loosening me up…” She moaned. He had no idea what she meant until her guts suddenly burbled loudly, and her hole flexed, then released a loud, long PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRLLLLLBBBBTTTT. A hot stream of gas blasted Dmitri point blank, and the thick, moist smoke from her bowels clung to his skin, his eyes, his tongue and his nostrils. His sensitive nose began to burn at the cloying, terrifying stench of her gas and the demon moaned loudly in relief and pleasure. “Mmm…enjoy that, pet…Oooh…And get ready, there’s a lot more coming!” “MMMPH!” Dmitri screamed, even as his tongue pushed hard against her hole, prompting a low, deep Ppppbbbbbrrrrrrrrt from the demon’s hole, his air become so tainted with her emissions that he could breathe nothing but them. But no matter how thick of foul her methane became, he was left conscious, ‘eagerly” licking and cleaning her hole. Fart after fart oozed out of her massive, bubbly ass, blasting the little fox until his fur was so stained with her moisture that he doubted he’d ever lose the scent. Finally, she spread her huge behind and pulled away, and Dmitri dropped onto his stomach, rasping, coughing, and gagging desperately for fresh air. “Mmm…Now, what do you say to your mistress for letting you clean her?’ She asked, sweetly. “G-Go…!” He coughed, violently, hacking and struggling as he inhaled fresh air. “G-Go to hell, y-you big, f-fat cun-“ he squeaked, as the demoness shot him a scorching, withering scowl that made him chilled to his bones. “….Oh. An ungrateful pet. What a shame. Well there’s only one thing to do with ungrateful pets. Punish them.” She said, raising a hand over Dmitri’s form. He felt himself getting even smaller before the demon as she turned her back a second time, spreading her mostly-clean behind. “Get back over here. You need to learn some proper respect.” She said. Dmitri wanted to cry, to beg for her to stop, but he couldn’t make a noise as he crawled over to her, pushing his face against her exposed hole. “Open your mouth wide, and start pleasuring your mistress.” She said, sharply, as Dmitri’s mouth opened as wide as it could, latching onto her. She had reduced him to only barely three feet, and her hole felt massive as he wrapped his mouth around it, sucking, kissing, and licking at her hole, as she enclosed him back in her fuming crack. “Since you seemed to care so little about the privilege I let you have BEFORE…I guess I’ll have to give you a big…special gift…” She said. Her stomach and guts began to growl and grumble loudly as she pushed her weight down on Dmitri, smothering him hard against the bed, as she forced her hole down hard against his open mouth. “And you’re going to take allll of it…And thank your mistress for it.” She said, brightly. Her hole flexed, and Dmitri tried to scream as she broke wind loudly and wetly intom his wide, open mouth. PPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTRRTRTRTRBRBRBRBRRLRRRLRLRLrrrerrrllrlrrlrlrl! The long emissions lasted several seconds, and got steadily more moist, until Dmitri’s mouth was being gently sprayed by a thin, wet layer of droplets. “A-Ahhhhhh…”Xarael moaned, wiggling a bit as she evacuated the wet blast into his mouth, permanently staining his taste buds with her wet waste. “Mmm…Open wide, pet…here comes your gift…” She moaned, grunting softly as she fleshed. Xarael’s hole flexed against Dmitri’s mouth, and a long, soft, moist long began to slowly push out of the giant demoness, and within a moment her soft waste had filled Dmitri’s mouth to capacity. The taste made him desperately wish he was still simply cleaning her, her fresh, hot waste so many times worse than her cold, dry slop that he couldn’t even form thoughts or feelings about it except unadulterated disgust and suffering as she evacuated into his mouth. He struggled to swallow the soft waste down, gulping as much as he could as she relentlessly began to empty herself directly into the tiny fox. “Mmm…It’s been far too long since I’ve had the joy of doing this…” Xarael sighed, joyfully, as she relaxed, letting more of her thick, soft waste flow into the fox. Finally her thick log tapered off, and Dmitri whimpered, crying in joy that it was over. He heard a loud, tarrying gurgling from above. “Ooof…Oh goodness, hold on pet…brace yourself. This is gonna be…violent.” “MMMPH??!” He screamed, but his voice was never heard as Xarael flexed then let out a moan, her hole exploded with a wet, sloppy expulsion of feces, her brown sludge pumping out at a horrifying pace. Dmitri had to chug from the demon as fast as he could, and could only marvel at the fact that the taste and smell were getting worse with every passing second, as hot, wet, watery sludge flowed from her bowels. It was like a fire hose pumping directly from the darkest depths of a demon’s ass, right into Dmitri’s mouth as he was literally turned into a toilet for the huge woman, her body seeming to relish forcing him into such a horrendous state. For Dmitri’, it felt like days and days of endlessly being used as the Demon’s toilet. Every so often, she’d pause and relax, filling him with hope, abut she’d dash it with a loud, wet fart followed by another river of waste. Every time she released her pent up waste, it was like a new, fresh hell, the new tastes and horrible stenches punctuated by an endless stream of loud emissions. PPpbpbbbbblllt! PFFFFfFFFFFFFFfffFFffffffttttttttt. BBBBBBLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRBBRBRBRBRBRBRRLRLLRPRPRPRRLRPRLLPRRLPRLPRLPR!!! Over and over, Dmitri felt like he would explode, his gut aching with the demon’s sloppy mess. Finally, after only about ten minutes, but what felt to Dmitri like a week, the demon stood up, letting Dmitri fall limp onto the bed, steam visible floating from his brown-stained lips and open mouth, every inch of his mouth visibly coated with hot, wet waste. “Mm…that was good, wasn’t it Dmitri?” Xarael asked brightly, knowing full well how Dmitri would answer. “Y-yes, mistress…a-absolutely…” he whispered weakly, barely able to move. “Mmm…Good boy…” She said, sitting down and petting him. “Now then…when you feel a little better…You can clean me back up!” Dmitri whimpered weakly, and just closed his eyes, drifting into unconsciousness. |
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