“[i]Ooh[/i]…” Breagh shifted on her belly. She and Artair chose a pleasant spot within the castle flower beds to watch the last moments of the sunset. Normally it was a quiet, tranquil setting, with only the nightingales and the rustle of the breeze to keep viewers’ company. But tonight, deep ghostly stomach gurgles kept interrupting the ambiance.

“Breagh,” Artair asked softly, pointing his snout to her ear. “Are you feeling alright my lady? Do you need to…go back?”

“[i]No![/i] N-no,” She blushed, embarrassed to have [i]that[/i] need brought back up. “Still just a bit of a sore tummy, it’ll pass.”

Artair’s heart jumped at her tone switch. [i]Dammit[/i], he upset her again. “Oh, w-well, uh…” He searched his mind for something to make up for it. “H-how…how would you fancy a rub?”

“I’m…sorry?”

“I-I mean a [i]stomach[/i], rub of course. Something to help soothe you after a long day.”

“Oh,” Breagh chuckled, seizing at the tiny stabs in her stomach. “You sweetheart…that does sound nice right about now, thank you.” She rolled onto her back, her gently heaving, groaning belly exposed. Artair’s flattered smile from that compliment quickly turned wide-eyed and flustered. He locked eyes with Breagh, in that moment finding a precious, shy, almost pleading glint that felt far more intimate than it should have. Perhaps Breagh sensed it too, as they both looked away with pink on their faces. “It’s Ok if you don’t want to!”

“N-no, please…I want you to feel better…” Artair scooched closer, his crotch dangerously close to her supple rump, and looked over her long, golden body. Her fluffy chest gracefully swooped down into the toned surface of her belly, her short fur looking soft to the touch. If his eyes ventured deeper, he’d find himself at that tender space between her thick, juicy thighs, where nestled under all that fur…he gulped. “O-Ok, here I go…”

Artair placed a paw in that sensitive spot where Breagh’s rib cage ended and her stomach began, feeling her shiver at his touch. He hesitated…just what does he do here? He’s never touched a girl like this before…or really anybody. He was reminded of those oh-so pleasant pets the princess used to give to him many years ago. She always made it seem effortless, so simple yet so [i]exquisite[/i]…maybe a gentle paw is really all he needs…Ok, Ok.

Taking a breath, he softly dragged his paw down her stomach, tracing that muscular dip in its center, brushing through her short fur and coming to a stop just before the tuft of fur between her thighs. 

“[i]Mmmm[/i]…” Breagh cooed, laying her head in the flowers. 

Oh! [i]He’s got it! [/i]Artair had to fight to keep his tail from wagging. He started from her chest again and took a round twisting path down her belly, carefully curving around the rising flesh of her nipples. Underneath his touch, Breagh’s moaning stomach bubbled and flexed, a mix of satisfied muscles and upset guts. He smiled and chuffed as if her belly gave him a friendly challenge. He pressed down firmer with his paw, determined to defeat that troublesome bloat. 

Breagh flinched and the bubbles in her stomach angrily surged, she couldn’t hold it. “Artair, Artair-!” [i]BRRRRRRUPPPPPPP! [/i]“[i]Oh my god![/i]” She screeched, her paws covering her mouth.

With Artair sitting before her rear end, her up-turned rump was aimed straight at his crotch. That hot stream of air hit his most sensitive parts like a fiery slap, it made him gasp deep enough to suck all the wind from his lungs. “S-sorry!” He flinched, his paw accidentally pressing deeper on another part of her stomach.

“[i]Oh![/i]” [i]FRRRRAAAPPPPP![/i]

“[i]Ahh![/i]” Another wet fart battered Artair’s manhood, the layered ripples hitting with endless impacts. The cloud was so hot and greasy, it clung to his privates and kept him squirming.

“I-I’m s-so, s-sorry!” Breagh babbled, more poots slipping out as she twisted herself upright and darted away.

Artair sat frozen amongst the flowers, their fragrance no match for that putrid cloud. His crotch and nose burned, and his head spun to no end. Good lord…even after everything else today, she’s still capable of…[i]that[/i]. Poor girl, her stomach in turmoil all day, she must’ve really needed that. It made Artair shudder, not in disgust, but out of empathy imagining how that all must’ve felt. Horrible, viscous pressure, suddenly [i]obliterated[/i] in giant hot blasts. The heat of her release was still fresh in Artair’s mind and…[i]other[/i] places. So big, so dramatic, so [i]relieving[/i] it made her moan out each time it exploded from her pretty haunches. [i]Mmfh[/i], in that moment Artair felt so warm and antsy, just thinking of that visceral pleasure made him [i]throb[/i]…wait. 

Artair looked down, and his stomach dropped in horror. His penis had swelled beyond his sheath into a full-blown bothered erection and pulsing knot. …No…[i]no[/i], i-it [i]can’t[/i] be. H-he d-doesn’t, h-he [i]can’t[/i] actually [i]like[/i] this. Not even from a girl as beautiful as Breagh, o-or a rump that [i]perfect[/i], i-it, it’s, [i]disgusting![/i] But…but from her it doesn’t feel so repulsive to think of…almost, [i]satisfying[/i] even to imagine her soft little voice huffing as yet another ache in her belly [i]exploded[/i] out of…oh dear god.

“Oh, you poor thing.” Artair flinched, dropping his paws in front of his crotch. He whipped around to see Raegan approaching with a wry smile. “Thought it would go like the princess’s kissy stories huh?”

And a new horror befell Artair. “Y-you…do you have [i]no[/i] standards?!” He spat, burning red.

“Aye don’t get snippy squirt, don’t give the whole castle a show if you don’t want an audience.” She said, landing a firm jab on his shoulder.

“Ow…”

“And poor Breagh, you’ll probably never look each other in the eye again!” She laughed.

“Actually, we were doing nothing of the sort, not that it’s any of [i]your[/i] concern. And of course, I won’t hold this against her, I’m far more mature than someone of your mindset.”

“[i]Ohhhhh[/i], big man now! Well, Fartair you better get used to it, pretty girlies stink the most.” Raegan stuck out her tongue and leaned over to rip a wet blast at him.

“[i]Augh![/i] You’re absolutely repulsive!” Artair’s gagging whines only earned him a hearty cackle.

“I’m glad to see you two bonding for once,” The pair turned to see Regis standing on the path beyond. “But I remember castle rules explicitly mentioning to stay out of the flowers.”

Artair blinked, his interaction with Regis in the cellar room flashed before his eyes. “M-my apologies.” He mumbled, scurrying back onto the path.

“[i]Well[/i], would you look at that, good boy!” Raegan snickered at Artair’s glaring. “Regis, how’d you turn him into such a good puppy?”

“Perhaps I could give you a trial.” Regis replied with a playful smile.

“[i]Pffffft[/i], bring it on. I ain't as easy as Fartie boy.” From behind Regis, she spotted Gael quickly scurrying up the path, his head down, tail tucked and avoiding eye contact. “Uh oh, did Regis need to teach you a lesson to Gael?”

“[i]Raegan![/i]” Gael suddenly paused to snarl. “I’ve had enough of your commentary today, if you’re not out of the field by the time I get back here, you [i]will[/i] be punished!” He growled, before continuing on his brisk pace.

Raegan blinked, for the first time taken aback by Gael’s anger. It was difficult to tell in the darkness, but as she watched him disappear along the path, his rump fur seemed to have a messy, matted look to it. “…Jakers, what’s got up his arse now?”

“It’s more of what came out of it.” Regis mumbled, trying not to smile.

“What?”

“Nothing, pay it no mind, just please be on your best behaviors at dinner. Being a leader can be very tiring.” Regis left them on that note, continuing after Gael at his own leisurely pace.

“What on Earth could that mean?” Artair pondered out loud as Raegan stepped onto the brick next to him.

“I think Gael shat himself.” Raegan said with an amused smirk.

“What? Don’t speak such childish nonsense.”

“Learn to kiss a girl before you start giving corrections, [i]squirt[/i].” On that last word, Raegan easily shoved Artair aside with a brush of her mighty shoulder. She chuckled hearing him groan but waited for him to catch up. “Come on, let’s go bother the baker for some cake to give to Breagh. She’s gonna need it after that.”

“Lord, I need some too…”