Early in the morning, and shortly before the Hazbin Hotel’s bar opened for business, a bored Angeldust noticed Husk slacking off and drinking booze in preparation for his shift. Angel could smell the alcohol on him from across the room, and he was clearly more impaired than usual, which gave him the impression he’d have a distinct advantage in a game of wits.

        Angel approached the bar and leaned his elbows on the countertop, giving the cat-demon a smile. “What’s cooking, sunshine?” He asked.

        “What the hell do you want?” Husk asked, furrowing his brow as he stared at Angel and took another drink from his bottle.

        “I just thought you looked bored is all.”

        “Are you sure that isn’t you?” Husk asked.

        “No, I’m not. Are you really going to turn down a game of poker, though?”

        “Not in the mood, so go away.”

        “But you haven’t even heard the stakes yet!” Angel said. “It’s simple. Winner tells the loser what to do for the rest of the day, no questions asked.”

        “Is this some kind of sex shit? What is wrong with you?” Husk asked. He sighed and rubbed his forehead with a paw.

        “Duh… I guess it doesn’t have to be though. Winner’s call.”

        “Ugh…” Husk grumbled. He was quiet for a few seconds as he thought, then he answered. “Fine, just a quick game. I still have to work soon.”

        “Great!” Angeldust said, smiling with confidence. He followed Husk to a table to play, sitting down opposite to him while Husk set down a deck of cards… 


* * *


        Husk leaned back in his seat and had a laugh while Angel stared at the game table, slack jawed. He had severely underestimated Husk’s skill at gambling, and now he faced an unambiguous loss. He now regretted having offered the deal, but he knew he would have to follow through, given that he was the one who proposed it in the first place.

	While Husk thought about what he would do with his newly acquired toy, he continued to drink from his bottle. As the booze settled in his stomach, it bubbled with gas and produced a low grumble. Husk grinned at Angel; already, he had decided on the spiteful method of torment he would employ.

        “On your knees.” Husk ordered, pointing a finger to the ground as he rose from his seat. Angel obeyed, kneeling down in front of him with an annoyed grumble. The situation hadn’t worked out as he’d planned, but at least he would get some quick sex, Angel thought. Assuming he was demanding a blowjob, he leaned his face closer to the male’s crotch, only to be stopped when Husk placed a paw on his head. “Wrong side.” Husk said, smiling. He turned around and presented his butt to the spider instead, and the sour musk that radiated from it reached his delicate nose.

        “Egh… you’re kidding me, right?” Angeldust asked, wincing at the smell. Husk began to look impatient.

	“Do I sound like I’m kidding?” he asked. Husk tightened the grip on his head, grabbing a handful of his hair and eliciting a gasp. He shoved Angel’s face into his ass, wetting his face with sweat while filling his nose with his pungent butt-stink and muffling his groans of disgust.

	Husk took a wider stance as he held Angel’s face in his ass, then grunted as he ripped a windy, sulfuric fart into it. It was noisy and hot, and it vibrated both Husk’s ass and Angel’s face on its way out. Angel’s eyes went wide and filled with tears as his sense of smell was flooded with rotten, eggy odors, and he began coughing and sputtering on it, caught completely off guard.

	“Deep sniffs, bitch. I want to hear you huff up every bit of that.” Husk said. He wore a toothy grin on his face as Angel sniffed noisily in a bid not to anger him further. As he took in deep breaths of the fetid emission, his nose and throat burned with pain and tears rolled down his furred cheeks. The smell was only made worse as a spicy fart rumbled effortlessly out of Husk’s ass to accompany the first. The sharp increase in stink interrupted his breathing, causing him to choke loudly.

	After allowing him adequate time to huff up both blasts, Husk pulled Angel’s face out from between his cheeks, allowing him to gasp for air. He hardly gave him a break, though, instead dragging him behind the bar by his shirt collar and pushing him to the floor, at the base of his stool. He craned Angel’s head back so it laid face-up on the seat of the stool, then he positioned himself to plop down on it. Angel squirmed uncomfortably, then gasped as Husk lowered himself onto his face, smothering him beneath his musky butt. Angel let out a muffled whimper, and Husk snickered at his reaction.

	“Get comfy, kid. You’re gonna be my seat for the whole shift.” Husk said, a smile on his face.

	The bar opened for business shortly after, and it became populated with about two dozen demons, most of whom were regulars that Husk recognized. Because Angel was mostly hidden behind the bar, only those that were close to it could see him. He attracted several confused glances after letting out a weak cough from the smell of Husk’s butt, and one of the demons who sat at the bar decided to investigate. He raised an eyebrow and stood up from his stool to get a better look at what was going on beneath Husk, and when he saw Angel he gave an amused smirk and laughed.

	“Hah! Got a friend tonight, Husk?” He asked, bringing the attention of the other patrons to Angel. They had a similar reaction to the first, and a crowd of curious demons formed around the bar.

	“Hey, wait a minute…” One said, squinting at the pink-furred fellow beneath Husk. “That’s Angeldust, isn’t it? I knew I recognized that slut!”

	“The one and only.” Husk said, smiling.

	“How did you manage to get a porn star to kiss your ass like that, anyway?”

	“He lost a bet. Cocky bastard thought he could outsmart me.” Husk scoffed. “Well, it turns out he makes a good fart cushion. Watch this.” Husk said, reaching back with both hands to peel his cheeks apart. Angel panicked and began struggling hard to get away, but Husk quelled him by blasting a six second long fart into his face, drawing out a long retch followed by tortured coughing and gagging as he inhaled the resulting fumes. Angel kicked his wobbly legs as he dug his fingers into Husk’s thighs, desperate to get him off.

	Husk’s audience went wild with laughter, each sinner taking great personal enjoyment out of seeing a celebrity of Angel’s nature humiliated and tortured in front of them. Angel’s stomach sank and he was filled with embarrassment, and he began struggling even harder. Using all four hands he grabbed at Husk’s thighs, pushing until his elbows wobbled with strain. His efforts yielded no results, however, and he let his arms fall to his sides in exhaustion. Husk joined the crowd in laughing, humored at the twink’s pathetic attempt to overpower him.

	“Angeldust the fartsniffer!” One of the demons drunkenly exclaimed with a laugh.

	“Oh, man. I can’t wait to tell everyone about this. They’ll never believe it!” Another said.

	Husk let go of his cheeks, allowing them to slap closed around Angel’s face. As he gradually recovered from the shock of the fart he let out a muffled whimper, which was quickly overshadowed by a loud gurgle from Husk’s stomach.

	“How about a taste test?” Husk asked, drawing renewed attention from the patrons. Angel pleaded for mercy from beneath him, but his muffled cries fell on deaf ears. Husk shifted back and forth on his face until he felt his anus brush against Angel’s lips, after which he pushed his butt down to lock them together in a foul kiss.

	Without another warning Husk let loose a gale force butt blast directly into Angel’s mouth. The bubbly emission echoed loudly, the gas captured entirely between his lips, and thus sparing the bar patrons from its undesirable odor. Angel, on the other hand, was forced to taste Husk’s nasty beer farts, gagging and coughing violently as he did so.

	“Swallow it, pretty boy.” Husk demanded. He cut another ripe fart between his lips, inflating Angel’s cheeks with gas and leaving nowhere for it to go but down his throat. The spider’s body trembled as he noisily gulped the farts down, reigniting the laughter among the sinners.

	“Oh, that’s fucking NASTY.” One said.

	“Damn. He really swallowed it, didn’t he?” Another asked in disbelief.

	“Heheh. There’s plenty more where that came from.” Husk stated. To add fuel to his gut he grabbed a bottle of beer from beneath the bar and cracked it open, then chugged half of it in one lengthy swig. He rudely belched and his stomach grumbled again as it digested the liquid into eggy-smelling intestinal gas.

	Husk’s cheeks vibrated on Angel’s face as he let out a long and wet burst of flatus. Angel’s eyes rolled back into his head, and his body twitched violently as Husk followed the fart up with another, then another, each blowing across his tongue and searing his taste buds. With mounting pressure in his mouth and no way for the gas to escape, it forced its way down his throat, the only route that still remained. He swallowed involuntarily, carrying the flavorful farts down to his stomach.

	After chugging several farts in a row, Angel’s normally slim abdomen bulged slightly with volume. Once the barrage was over Husk sighed in relief, but Angel’s stomach still strained to contain all the farts, and he moaned loudly. Husk leaned to one side and lifted a cheek, and a rush of dense green-colored fumes escaped from Angel’s mouth. He gasped for air, only to be smothered beneath the black-furred rump and plunged into smelly hell once again.

	The rest of the shift went by in this manner. Husk served alcohol and food to his customers, occasionally letting out a wet or bubbly fart for Angel to huff up as he did so. As the hours went by, some of the bar patrons left, while others showed up to take their place. All the while, Angel had no choice but to tolerate the position he’d put himself in.

	As the day went on there was a lot of foot traffic through the bar, all of which Angel could hear but not see. He felt exposed and violated, and he wondered if by the end of the day every demon in hell would have had a chance to see him. Each fart blasted against his face and into his mouth made his gut churn with intensified nausea, and his heart sank when laughter could be heard without fail after each one. He never seemed to get used to the smell, either, perhaps because Husk regularly refuelled his gas supply by chugging a beer or spirit, adding exotic and spicy elements to his sulfuric-smelling farts.

	Husk’s shift would end soon, and the bar would close down for a while. He felt the need to stretch his legs, so he stood up from his stool; only Angel’s face seemed to be adhered to it. It was wedged deep between his cheeks from being sat on with his full weight for hours upon hours, and the slimy sweat that coated his asscrack didn’t help. Angel was limp, his arms dangling at his sides as he was lifted from the ground. The demons sitting at the bar snickered, none too bothered by the sight.

	Husk reached back and grabbed a handful of Angel’s hair in one hand, and his own cheek in the other. He peeled his face off of his butt with ease, though Angel remained connected to it via several viscous strands of sweat. Unblocking his nose and mouth had the same effect as opening a canister of pressurized gas. Angel let out a long belch, bellowing thick green smog out of his mouth as his stomach emptied itself and the distention in his abdomen shrunk down. The bar patrons were hit with a wave of fart stench, a magnitude of which they were not prepared to handle. Many blocked or covered their noses while coughing, and a couple stood up to leave so as to escape the smell. Angel lacked this luxury, of course, and was instead forced to taste and smell all the gas he’d swallowed again on its way back up his throat.

	“Damn. That fucking reeks.” Husk commented, waving a paw in front of his nose. He let go of Angel and allowed him to sink back to the floor at the base of his stool, the fur on his face stained a light shade of green as he wore a dazed and catatonic look.

	“Hey—” Husk said to Angel, gathering the attention of his patrons at the same time. “You look all dried out, pal. How about something to wet your mouth?” Husk leaned down beneath the bar to look for something, then pulled out a bottle of beer and cracked it open. When his audience realized what he was going to do they broke out into laughter and egged him on. Husk then lowered it between his legs and pressed the bottle opening against his butthole, blasting a ten-second long fart into it.

	The fluid inside the bottle rattled and sloshed around violently as it was pumped full of steaming hot flatulence, which mixed with the alcohol and spiked it with a horrific flavor. When he pulled it away from his butt a puff of gas escaped out of the bottle, and it seemed to fizz and bubble like it had been carbonated with methane. Husk grabbed Angel by the shirt collar and lifted him up, seating him on the stool so he was visible to the bar patrons and on-level with him. With a toothy grin, Husk grabbed Angel’s face and opened his mouth, then placed the bottle against his lips and tipped the bottom of it upwards.

	Angel’s mouth was flooded with the tainted beer, and instantly his face twisted with disgust. The previously cold fluid was now warm, and it tasted like he was drinking from a sewer pipe. The revolting sensation shocked him out of his daze, and he swung his arms around for a moment to keep his balance on the stool. He then wrapped his many hands around Husk’s arm, trying in vain to move the bottle away from his mouth. As he struggled and squirmed against Husk, he managed to break the seal between his lips and the bottle, causing a small amount to spill out and run down his chin, then onto his clothes. Husk managed to move the bottle back to his lips, however, and the spider’s mouth quickly filled up, his cheeks inflating with the liquid. Angel’s eyes filled with tears and he trembled as he let out pathetic whimpers and groans, his taste buds being submerged in a pool of sizzling fart beer. After a while he had no choice; Husk wasn’t going to let him spit it out, and his mouth was filled to its limit. He began gulping the drink, sending it down his esophagus in visible lumps. The flavor only got worse as he did so, and he was struck with intense nausea as he filled his gut with the bubbling fluid.

	The demons that still remained in the bar were having the time of their lives. They laughed and joked with each other as they enjoyed the show, several even filming the scene on their cellphones. When Angel saw that he was being video recorded, he knew he would never live this down.

	As Angel laboriously gulped down more and more of the beer, Husk tipped the bottle further and further upside down, until he had finished the entire container and there wasn’t a drop left inside of it. When this happened, Husk set the bottle down on the bar and snickered as he watched Angel gasp and puff for air, spitting and coughing in a desperate attempt to clear the awful flavor from his mouth. 

	One of the bar patrons, who sat in front of an untouched plate with a burger and fries on it, decided to offer it up to Husk. “You should give him something to eat too.” The demon said, pushing it forward with a grin on his face. “Go ahead. I lost my appetite from the smell anyway.”

	“Heh. Sure, why not?” Husk said, shrugging then wrapping an arm around the spider demon’s shoulder. “You hungry, Angel?”

	“N-No… Please no more.” Angeldust stammered out. After he finished his sentence he began to dry heave, and it was clear he only remained upright on the seat because Husk was holding him steady. He recovered his balance shortly after, though he still looked sickly.

	“Aww, don’t be such a wuss.” Husk taunted. “I’ve still got to give it a finishing touch before you eat it, though. So hold tight.” He let go of him and climbed up on the bar, then squatted down over the food. He carefully lowered himself onto it, grinning as he did so. The sinners who crowded around the bar took a few steps back in preparation, and Angel could only watch as Husk ripped a disgusting fart on the dish. The demons, Angel included, clutched their noses while watching, and Angel’s stomach sank when the realization that he would have to eat what he was seeing set in.

	“Ah… don’t worry, it’ll be a lot tastier after this.” Husk said. He grunted and grit his teeth as he leaned to one side and forced out a lengthy blast of methane against the burger, then leaned to the other side to pepper the fries with several bubbly farts. “There we go, nice and seasoned now. Maybe even a little spicy.” Angel’s face sank as he watched, and his eyes welled up from the overwhelming stench that Husk released.

	Husk leaned back and sat on the food with all his weight, then slid forward and backward so as to wipe his ass on it. As he let out a few final farts onto the food he sighed with relief, and the pressure in his intestines subsided.

	When the cat demon lifted up from the food, several fries remained adhered to his butt, and he had to peel them off individually and drop them back on the plate. He fanned a paw behind his butt to disperse some of the smelly wind, then hopped down from the counter. What remained of the food was putrid. Most of it was still intact, but the burger was noticeably flatter and several of the fries were pasted, while a dusting of black fur from Husk’s ass covered several portions. Every piece of food was soggy with sweat, reeked like a burning dumpster, and probably didn’t taste much different. Husk pulled the plate closer to Angel and patted him on the back, presenting it to him.

	
	“Go ahead, princess. Enjoy your meal.” He said sarcastically, punctuating his sentence with a crude laugh. The patrons that remained in the bar laughed with him, meanwhile Angel struggled to hold down the contents of his stomach as the smell of the food reached him.
By now the bar had emptied of all its weak-stomached demons, as well as those who weren’t madly sadistic. Thus, the remaining dozen or so that were witnessing the wretched torment took great pleasure as Angel tried to force some of the food down. He lifted a single fry and put it in his mouth, only to retch on the flavor and spit it back out. The spider stared at the plate of tainted food with disgust and fear, hesitating. While greatly amused by this, Husk had no patience for any more delay.

	“Do I have to remind you about our deal?" Husk asked.

	"I-I can't do it." Angel said, staring down at the plate.

	"Fine. I'll do it for you." He replied. Angel tried to squirm away, but Husk grabbed his face with a paw and held his mouth open. He grabbed a handful of the fries and shoved them into his mouth, then clamped it shut. "Chew."

	Angel groaned and coughed as his mouth was filled with soggy, sulfuric fries, spitting a couple out in the process. He obeyed his command however, carefully and slowly chewing up the smelly food until it was mush.

	"Now swallow." Husk said, giving a toothy grin. Angel squeezed his eyes shut and tears dripped from them as he forcefully gulped down everything that was in his mouth. He shuddered hard, and the demon that had originally offered the food seemed pleased.

	"Can I p-please go now?" Angel asked.

	"Go? Hah! No way, pal. You're going to clean this plate or you're not leaving my bar."

	Angel whimpered and gulped, looking around at his audience. They stared back at him expectantly, and he looked down at his food with a nervous look.

	"You're really going to make me do this, aren't you?" Husk asked. “You’re a big baby.” Rather than being annoyed, however, he had a smirk on his face. He grabbed the damp burger from the plate and brought it to Angel’s mouth, guiding it inside so he only had to chew to comply. Angel trembled and groaned as he was forcefed the fart burger, eating it bite by bite while being given almost no time in between to breathe. Once he was about halfway through with eating it Husk let up, snickering as Angel panted and gasped.

	“See? That wasn’t so hard. Now c’mon, you’re almost done.” Husk said, abruptly ending his respite. Angel put up very little resistance as he crammed the rest of the hamburger down his throat in oversized bites. To finish off the meal, Husk fed him the remaining fries, which tasted more or less the same as the burger, only saltier. Angel laboriously choked them down over the course of several minutes, and just as closing time rolled around, Husk had managed to get Angel to choke down every last piece of food.

	“Good job, pal. Only took you half an hour.” Husk said after glancing at a clock on the wall. He gave Angel a pat on the back, but the rough touch jostled him and the nausea from having a stomach full of tainted food boiled over. The spider leaned beneath the bar and puked up everything he’d eaten, making a huge mess that was mostly hidden from the patrons, who all had a laugh at the satisfying climax of the torture.

	“Hmph… I guess I’ll clean that up.” Husk said. While looking at it, he realized it would take a while, and he became irate. “Alright, deal’s done. Get the hell out of here, kid. My shift’s over anyway, so I’m closing down shop.” He said, shoving Angeldust off of the stool and onto his feet. He stumbled forward while wiping his mouth with his arm, wearing a dizzy look on his face.
	“Thanks for the free show, Husk. You can’t even find shit like that in porn these days.” One of the demons said as the bar emptied of customers.

	“No problem. See you another day.” Husk replied, waving to him. Just after the last patron disappeared out the exit, Angel was struck with dizziness and fell to his hands and knees on the floor. He coughed a few times, then collapsed, conscious but too weak to move. Husk sighed, dragging him to the hotel lobby by his shirt collar where he picked him up and put him on one of the many couches.

	Husk let out a rude, beer-fueled belch, then smirked and chuckled at the enjoyable day he’d had, turning to leave the hotel without another word.