Hello, Deltarune fans and shit lovers~ Tasque Manager is taking things a step further with Ralsei; hope you’re all ready to be jealous of the fluffy boy getting treated so well~ <3
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This story contains: FxM, scat, femdom, scatification, shit tf/shit transformation, fart fetish/farting~
Word Count: 3056
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When working for Queen, Tasque Manager was a diligent and deadly maid, maintaining order in the castle and easily making any trespassers or enemies “disappear”. She’d left that life behind when she was recruited by the lighteners, becoming peaceful and pacifistic. Castle Town was a calm place to live. They may have had their enemies, but her way of dealing with them wasn’t preferred.
However… she had a certain method of making disappearances, and she was itching to do it again. A method she even used on allies, people she was friendly with, occasionally…
Her ass held a lot of power.
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Tasque held onto the end of Ralsei’s scarf, leading the fluffy boy along, back to her room in the castle. She’d been lucky, one of the few non-boss Darkners to get their own special space. Maybe Ralsei had chosen to get one for her out of adoration and affection.
He was very happy he had.
The goat boy kept his head down as people stared at them, the smell coming from his scarf and the way Tasque led him being lightly humiliating, and the dominant robot knew it. She seemed to delight in it, even, and seeing that delight aroused Ralsei. He was even getting aroused by the humiliation itself.
Tasque’s wire-tail wrapped around Ralsei’s wrist, tightening on it, more directly leading him. It had some heat to it, and a light electrical current that seemed to buzz with Tasque’s heartbeat. “Come, dear - we haven’t all day~” She looked back, winked, and sped up her pace; Ralsei eagerly hastened his own walk.
Until they were finally in her room. Nothing complicated for her; a simple bed and some basic furniture that matched her black, white, cyan, and yellow color scheme. The bed, in particular, had cyan sheets and blankets, with a black frame.
She untied her rope from Ralsei’s wrist, opened her closet; as the sub watched, she changed her clothes back to her normal attire, discarding the dress. Her ass still dirty, greasy. Humming, she went to her bed, leaned over the side of it, body tilted forward, ass facing outward. Lifting the back flap of her characteristic lower wear, she showed off her butt again, in all of its creamy, dirty glory.
She looked at Ralsei with a smug, feline look on her face, a smirk that belonged to a cat who knew it was in control, narrowed eyes that craved attention and obedience. She didn’t say a word, but her tail flicked up. Ralsei took the cue, curiously and nervously stepping over.
“Kneel~” She commanded. “I’m far from empty, dear… but there will be a good amount of gaseous excretion before the solid one. I doubt you’d want to waste this chance to breathe it in~”
Ralsei huffed. He dropped to his knees and slid up to Tasque’s body, his face to her ass, hovering inches away from it. The streaks of creamy, coffee-colored scat stood out against their black background. He gulped, raising trembling paws to her cheeks, wrapping them around her thighs. He closed his eyes, waiting for the gas, too shy to get any closer.
But also too meek to resist Tasque’s desires. Her tail wrapped around him again, this time around his neck; he felt her heart beat again, felt her body’s warmth. She pulled him in, tightening the wire not to choke him, but to make sure he wouldn’t escape, holding him like he was on a leash. “That’s a good boy~” He couldn’t move his head; his face was pressed against her cheeks, his nose stuck deep between her cheeks. He felt her hot, septic streaks, getting on his fur, like he was her toilet paper… It was dreamy. He breathed in the persisting scent of shit mixed with her musk, a smell both revolting and intoxicating. Her heated skin embraced his facial features. He could only barely peek up and see her sultry gaze, dominant gaze. His shaft hardened under his cloak.
“Enjoying my posterior~? I hope you can handle some heat~”
She farted, grunting as it came out, putting effort into the process of pushing out heated gas from her robotic system. The gas wrapped Ralsei’s head, having the temperature and humidity of steam, and the heavenly smell of her toilet bowl. He breathed it in, only to cough it back up, the toxic, fetid stench struggling to be accepted by his weak body. Still, he breathed it in again, the dark-green cloud, filling his lungs and trying to hold it in, even as it weakened him, made his muscles ache and his limbs shake.
“Struggling, prince~? Allow me to help you with some exposure therapy~”
BBRRRRFFFTTTT~ She let out a louder, brassier one; this time, Ralsei took a heavy breath in right as it was coming out, fresh gas flowing into his nose and his mouth. He moaned, his horniness peaking, the smell irresistible. Even as it made his vision blur and his head feel light, he couldn’t help but take in more. Another fart came out, and another, Tasque laying on a barrage of her noxious fumes, Ralsei breathing in every single one. With the fifth, a particularly scat-scented one, he moaned, legs twitching, as he came hands-free onto his cloak, an orgasm accompanied by the the wonderful reeking gas of Tasque Manager’s ass.
“Adorable~ You do make me wish to continue letting out my fumes until you’ve fainted at my feet~ But, I feel a more solid pressure now… I believe I may need to release more than simple gas~ Can you handle it, dear~?”
She let Ralsei pull his head back; he was short of breath, but there was no fresh air to be had, the room now mired with Tasque’s stink. He had a green blush from the intoxicating farts. But…
“I-I can~” He responded. “P-please… u-use me…~” His voice was quiet, still shy over his fondness for the Manager’s filth.
“If you so wish~” She unwound her wire from his neck and got off the bed, walked toward her private bathroom. “But, we will make far more of a mess - come in here, so I’ll have an easier job of cleaning you later~”
“Of c-course!” Ralsei stood and followed, but his balance was off, his legs weak. She chuckled at his clumsiness, knowing it was from her gas.
“Are you doing ok?” She asked; it was cute, but she wanted to be safe.
“I’m fine,” he responded, nodding vivaciously, holding himself up with the bathroom’s door frame. “I-I don’t want to stop… I-I want you to keep u-using me… Nobody has made me feel like this, i-it’s amazing…~”
“Aww~” She petted his head. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you~? Obedient and eager to serve~” She held up her whip. “Do you trust me, darling~?”
He bit his lip as he stared at her whip; he’d been in contact with it before, when fighting her. He now had a much more kinky view of the item. It was unlikely that she’d be using it to whip him, though. “I… I-I do~”
“Hands behind your back~” Ralsei did as asked, Tasque tying his wrists tightly with the whip. He tested the knot by trying to move his hands, but found it to be tight, inescapable, even. She held the handle of the whip, pulling him to the bathtub, her plug-end tail tickling his chin, little static electricity buzzes going through it. “In the tub, my prince~ Head toward the drain, facing up~”
He did as she asked, her floating hands helping him down. It was a bathtub made for Tasque, so it was quite large. He fit easily, his head sitting by the multi-hole metal drain.
“Here I come~” She stepped in, stood over him, looked down at him, his body between her legs. He blushed, getting another wonderful view of her privates beneath her two-flap dress. “Enjoying the scenery~?” She turned her behind to him, lifted the flap of her dress; it was still dirty.
“Y-yes, m-ma’am~”
“Good~ It’ll soon be much better~” She lowered, squatting over Ralsei’s head; his eyes enlarged as her cheeks came apart, showing off her star-hole again, base color cyan, with streaks of brown over it. A magnificent sight. A hefty fart was sprayed in his face; he squinted his eyes shut and breathed it in, unable to stop himself from squirming in pleasure. Her wire tail wrapped his neck again, holding his head in place, as her free hand touched his bulge, his crotch, through his cloak. “Look how aroused you are~ I’m flattered~ You truly make for the perfect toy.”
“Mmph~ T-thank you~” Her hands were toasty and smooth.
“Even better that your fur is white~” Another fart, this one smelling more of scat; a precursor to a load.
He breathed it in, and spoke, the gas making it a tad hard to vocalize. “A-a-ah… W-why, w-w-why is t-that~?”
“My filth will show up much better on you, of course~” She reached beneath his cloak, stroked him directly, fingers massaging his shaft, as one last tiny puff of gas came from her behind, followed by excrement. Ralsei gasped as it came out, light-brown, creamy, gentle, smooth, lacking in texture but high in its dirtiness. It took its time, revealing more of itself bit by bit, sizable, as it dangled over the princes’ furry face. His lips trembled as he realized he was the target of this log, his face Tasque’s toilet.
As soon as the realization struck, so did the piece of waste. It fell onto him, curled around his soft features, going from below his lips, up the left side of his face, over his nose. He felt its weight, smelled its strong scent, felt the creamy texture. He was in bliss… and lucky for him, there was more coming.
Another log soon fell, crossing the last, a long and thick one, draped over his lips, nose, even between his eyes. Another followed, and another, another, piece after piece plopping onto his face. It piled up, buried him, buried his features, covered his nose and lips, covered one of his eyes, leaving him with only half of his vision to watch them coming out of her hole. Her calm and graceful grunts, groans, and moans stimulated him. He wished she’d continue shitting on him until he was buried under it…
The load eventually ran out, after seven heavy logs, and after Ralsei had cum multiple times. He felt dizzy. It was so nice… He was entranced, in a cloud of love and adoration for Tasque. He’d do anything for her, and let her do anything to him.
“Ahh… My dear, how much do you really like my waste~?” Tasque asked, her tone shifting, a devious tone to her words.
“I-I love it… s-so much~” His words were muffled by the logs on his mouth.
“Do you love it enough to be it~?” She chuckled; Ralsei thought it was an odd question. Being part of one of her loads, turned to her shit… well, it didn’t take much thought for him to answer that question.
“Y-yeah… that would be… r-really nice…~”
“You are fortunate, then~” She further sat down, sitting on top of her load, squishing the logs against Ralsei’s face, letting them dig into his skin, squeeze over his chest and cloak, spill over the sides of his head and streak down them. “Because I am going to give you exactly that~”
Huh? H-how? He wondered; becoming her shit, that seemed like an impossibility… but feeling the weight of her ass, he couldn’t possibly resist or question her.
She farted; this one was different from the others. It was far stronger, and it had a much more visible cloud of brown, like brown smoke, billowing over him. He breathed it in as he had all the others; its scent was more vibrant than that of the logs themselves. It had a more virulent toxicity to it, an edge, an electric, fiery, spicy touch.
“That’s right, dear… breathe it in… and soon, you’ll be just like the rest of my logs~ Good boy~” She let out another fart, longer, smellier; he breathed it in all the same. He was sweating now, sweating quite a lot. The gas was hot, and his body felt hot, too. He felt more lightheaded than he had before, more dizzy, more weary. These ones were doing something to him… but he wouldn’t mind fainting for her… m-maybe he even wouldn’t mind if he got a little sick… It was worth it.
But he was getting more than just sick. As the gas roiled over him, his body was changing. His fur seemed to lose definition, becoming slimy, wet, its color shifting, absorbing the color of the farts. It turned from fluffy white to greasy brown. His horns, too, changed their color…
And, before Ralsei realized, Tasque was watching those two little horns melt right off of his head. They became her scat, became her shit, liquidy and runny, trickling down Ralsei’s head and into the tub. His whole head, in fact, was following that pattern, turning to her runny, melty shit; his features were mostly intact, only the most outer bits of his fur actively transforming.
She farted again, again, again, a barrage of scatifying gas, transforming him with her fumes. She’d done this in the past; those she did it to, she’d never seen again. Usually, it was reserved for enemies, but Ralsei was far from an enemy to her. No, she wanted to do this to Ralsei for the pure reason that he was just so cute, she had to corrupt him~
He felt like his mind was melting, like his brain was liquifying; he could tell something was wrong. He felt so warm, so hot, so… humid, wet… “W-what…” he murmured, as his lips lost their shape.
“You said you would like to be my scat, didn’t you, dear~? Well, I am fulfilling your wishes~” She chuckled, a warm, loving, and sadistic chuckle. “I hope you don’t mind… it’s too late to reverse it now~ But don’t worry… you’ll go right down the drain, nice and easy. I was sure to choose a spot where you wouldn’t make a mess~”
He understood now; this was an ability of hers. She was actually turning him to shit with her farts… He shivered in horror at that realization…
But she kept pleasuring, touching him… Maybe she’d managed to corrupt more than his body, because he was loving this. Being her scat… it was so perfect… even going down the drain had an odd appeal. Would he survive this? He didn’t know… he didn’t care. If it was for her, he’d do anything. He wanted it so badly… He let it happen… just let himself melt away…
All of his worries, his responsibilities, melted with his body. Brown liquid ran toward the drain now; his clothes were becoming empty. Before his head was fully gone, he spoke, his last words before he was fully scatified: “I-I l-l-love you…~”
“I love you too, dear~ Now, be a good boy and go down the drain, nice and easy, ok~?” She petted his head, his shitty, slimy head, as it fully transformed, his glasses falling into the pile of muck. The rest of his body was quick to follow. His shaft twitched and shivered in her grasp; he came into her hands, before his crotch, too, became liquid excrement.
He could still feel, hear, think; it was an odd sensation, being scat… he was alive, though. And it felt sooooo good… so horny… like he was constantly being pleasured, constantly orgasming. He was lucky her ability was so well suited to his sexual desires. He’d really let her do this to him…
She stood, removed her clothes and cast them aside, some stains of scat on them. She grabbed the shower-handle, turned it on, let hot water wash over her body. Streaming down, to the tub, going over the shit that was once Ralsei, and the logs she’d left on his face. She watched, satisfied, fingering herself, as liquid-brown sifted down the drain… She gave a little wave goodbye, watching it swirl away…
It took a while, and a bit of hands-on work, but eventually… the tub was empty. All of Ralsei’s remains, making their way down the drain. What a dream, to turn such a cutie to her scat… She hoped she’d see him again, though she’d never heard of one she’d drained returning to the surface. Or perhaps she really didn’t want to see him again; the finality of it was appealing in its own way…
“Mmmnnn…” She came, her femcum going down the same drain as Ralsei. Down the same pipes he was now slinking through… the dark, cold pipes…
He was still alive. His story wasn’t over. He’d thought this would be the end, but something inside of him told him it wasn’t. There was a shining, warm light inside him…
A voice, in his head… telling him not to give up…
But where he was going… he’d face something unlike any adventure he could’ve expected. Something even the prophecy couldn’t have foretold.
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