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	“Urgh…” Tulip the Lopunny held her belly with both paws, in slight pain. She’d had quite a large meal that day, and it’d left her extremely gassy - she could feel how bloated and full of air her stomach was, farts escaping from her asshole every few seconds, with the smell being abhorrent every time. It wasn’t going to stop any time soon; it’d been going like this for at least an hour. The scent filled the room, making her feel like she was in a sauna - she didn’t mind her own scent at all, honestly, but for anyone else, it would be torture.

	However, she had no plans to let her gassiness go to waste.

	In the corner of the room was a familiar dog cage, where Kana the kitsune rested in his feral form. He rubbed his chastity cage as he sniffed the horrible scent of Tulip’s farts; it was making his eyes water already, but still, he loved it. Thankfully, his cage was quite far from her work desk, so he didn’t have to worry about sniffing it too directly - it would be torture to have to get his face in there and sniff that all so close.

	Unfortunately for him, Tulip was planning to make him do exactly that.

	The bunny girl stood up from her chair. She was completely naked, not wearing a single item of clothing - she rarely did when she was alone in her dorm - and she opened the cage, Kana lifting his head in confusion. Her pussy was already dripping with excitement as she squatted down, smiling at him. “Come here, Kana - I need a little help with something~”

	Obediently, the kitsune walked out, his single tail wagging in excitement. His purple fur was soft and fluffy, a few small brown spots on certain places, marks of the Lopunny’s kinky fun with him that wouldn’t seem to come off. He wore the familiar black collar she had given him on their first day. “What do you need help with, mistress?”

	“Simple~” She picked him up by the chest, holding him like a cat. He recognized her smile immediately - a sadistic and lustful smirk, her eyes narrowed, sizing him up like she was considering swallowing him whole. “I’m sure you’ve noticed by now, but I’ve just been so gassy for all this time, and I don’t want to stink up the entire room… so, I’m going to need you to be my little fart absorber~”

	He stiffened, fear entering his system. “U-um, w-what do you mean, m-mistress?”

	“You know what I mean~” She chuckled, bringing him over to her desk. She held him right below her light-brown breasts, extremely fluffy and warm; he blushed, enjoying the sensation of his head rubbing against them. “I’m working on making a video with all the best moments of this year for my YouTube channel, and it’s gonna take me a while. I don’t think this gassiness is going to leave me anytime soon, so you’ll be my cute little fart cushion until I’m done~ Understood~?”

	He gulped; there was no arguing with the Lopunny. “I understand, m-mistress.” His cock was hard in its little cage. He had a very particular olfactory receptor - any scent that was pleasant, such as something from a candle or nature, he just couldn’t smell at all. But, of course, anything bad, like the smell of urine, shit, or especially farts, he could smell just fine - in fact, the smell was amplified, being very quickly overwhelming. For him, just being near Tulip when she farted once could make his head spin; being her fart cushion would be torture.

	But at the same time, he loved the smell. It was one of the few scents he could even experience, so he took great pleasure in it every time he got a chance to give it a sniff. And, of course, there was no greater pleasure in the world than serving his mistress - if she wanted him to inhale her farts, he would do it, and he would love it. 

	She put him down on the black leather chair, his face going right between the indent from her cheeks. He sniffed the seat - it already had the scent of Tulip’s shit embedded deep inside of it. As the bunny stood in front of the chair, preparing to sit, he felt some sweat trailing down his face. Her creamy, cocoa cheeks were so huge, and her tight hole was just barely visible past them. He might suffocate in there if he wasn’t careful… not that he had much of a choice. “Ready, fart slave~?”

	“Y-yes, mistress,” Kana responded, not really sure if he could ever be ready for the onslaught of scents he was about to go through. His dread and excitement mixed into an odd sort of lust, a fearful lust that almost matched the fear and love one might have for a god - that was fitting for Kana, considering Tulip was a goddess to him.

	“Good luck~” She sat down on top of him, immediately smushing his head down into the leather, her full body weight pressing on top of him. He felt like he was being flattened immediately; it was very comfortable, like the feeling of a weighted blanket. Her cheeks felt like big, heavy, fluffy pillows on his face, his nose being stuffed right inside her ass and up against her tail hole. 

	The Lopunny returned to her editing, putting on a pair of headphones, not caring to listen to the sounds of Kana’s torture. At the same time, she didn’t plan to listen to him begging to be released, no matter what happened down there - even if she stood up and found her kitsune had fainted, she wouldn’t care. Any sub that couldn’t handle her farts should be disposed of anyways.

	“Here it comes~” She gave Kana one little warning, which was immediately followed by the sound of an egregious fart ringing out of her asshole. It was low and deep, like the sound of a tuba being played out of key, brassy and disgusting. Her ass physically shook with the pressure, shaking like a tree in a storm, as a ton of hot, disgusting gas was forced out, right into Kana’s nose. 

	He hadn’t expected to physically feel the fart as much as he did. It was like standing right in front of an industrial fan; he felt an immensely powerful gust of wind blown against him, ruffling his fur, wincing as the pressure hit his eyes. It was extremely hot and muggy, the air feeling wet in a disgusting, uncomfortable way. It was like a sauna down there; if the gas was physically visible, it would’ve been a light brown, rather than green or any other color. The smell itself, though, was by far the worst part.

	It was like Kana was having his face shoved into a toilet full of Tulip’s shit; the smell was almost exactly the same as her slimy logs. However, somehow, it was even a bit worse. It was as though that shit was both fresh and rotten at the same time, mixed with a horrible scent of heat and the buildup of so much shit. It reminded him of a public latrine, absolutely packed to the brim with waste, not having been cleaned for weeks - at the moment, Tulip did actually need to shit, so that made sense. However, she wasn’t going to - she was quite happy to just let the farts do their work for now.

	Kana felt his nose wrinkling, his nostrils burning. It actually physically hurt to smell it, like his body was telling him to stop immediately, that it was too much for him to handle, but he couldn’t do a thing about it; he just had to sniff it up, no matter how terrible every aspect of the experience was. He could even taste it on his tongue, the familiar taste of Tulip’s waste, combined with a bit of heat and a wet sensation. The sound overwhelmed his ears, he was so close to it that it was all he could hear - they were even ringing a little bit afterward. 

	And that all played out in the span of a moment. Kana was far from done. 

	Tulip let out another one, this one a bit higher-pitched but still just as bad. The consistency was a little more wet this time, a little more humid. He felt like he was standing with his head right next to a burning furnace, the specific sensation of heat radiating off a metal giving a unique feeling to just being near a campfire or fireplace. It really started to feel claustrophobic down there, Kana beginning to sweat, the heat warming him up enough that he could be outside in the middle of winter without any clothes and not shiver. 

	The scent was a tad different too, also a little more wet, resembling diarrhea more than a hard log of shit - it was a bit more blunt, a bit more smooth. It was also the kind of scent that really stuck to one’s fur - if Tulip was walking right now, she’d be trailing this scent behind her for a few minutes at least. Of course, instead, it was all going right into Kana’s nose and onto his fur, seeping into his skin and becoming his new scent. No amount of showers or baths would ever wash this off. 

	And then came another. He felt like he was going through an art gallery demonstrating all of Tulip’s different kinds of farts - this one was special too. It was just a short little sound, like a single trumpet blowing a quarter note, and the air itself didn’t feel like much. However, the scent was mind-bogglingly bad. Kana felt like Tulip had just stuffed her shit right inside his nostrils; he could taste diarrhea on his tongue, felt like it was sliding down his throat. It made him shake in pain… and also lust.

	Even though every fart was torturous to him, they were also amazing; he loved every single one just as much as he loved his mistress. His tail wagged behind him as he got used to the position, enjoying his sniffing, so happy to be able to help his mistress while also experiencing such a wonderfully sensual scent. He now knew what it was like to be her chair - he wouldn’t mind this happening 24/7, even. He knew he had the power to transform into objects; perhaps he’d suggest actually transforming into a chair or cushion for Tulip sometime. That is, as long as he was able to speak by the end of this onslaught.

	The farts continued to come; some monstrously loud, hot, bold, and strong, some quiet or even silent, but vomit-inducingly smelly. It was only after the 19th or 20th, occurring maybe five minutes into Kana’s job as a fart cushion, that he started to feel a bit woozy.

	Tulip’s farts were more than just regular gas - like the venom of a predatory animal, once anyone had sniffed them for a good amount of time, it would start to affect them. 

	Kana was starting to feel a little lightheaded, his thoughts being slightly clouded, full ideas starting to be a bit hard to put together. He found his trains of thought constantly starting and stopping, fading in and out of his mind; he could barely even recognize that this was happening. He felt a bit sleepy, like he’d been awake for a full 24 hours and his body wanted him to sleep, but he forced himself to stay awake, knowing Tulip would probably give him a much more solid taste of her shit if she felt the need to punish him. 

	“Doing alright down there, darling~?” His shivering and shaking, both from pleasure and just being overridden with the nauseating scent of her ass, made him feel like a vibrator. It was very pleasurable and soothing. 

	“Mmm…” he responded, eyes drooping. His head felt heavy, eyesight getting blurry, a very quiet, low ring in his ears. At the same time, his breaths grew deeper and heavier; he struggled to fill his lungs with air, instead, only being able to fill them with the gas of Tulip’s farts. His body attempted to reject it, but it was no use - they were being shoved into him, making him feel bloated with air. 

	“I’m sure you’ll be fine~” She giggled to herself, pushing out another horrible fart, this one being nice and wet, but not in a humid way. Kana could feel little specks of waste dotting his head, that fart sounding like a balloon having the air slowly released from it; he could smell a log of Tulip’s shit in her hole, as though it was just inches from coming out and covering the kitsune. It was incredible how much control she had, though he didn’t doubt that she would happily push it out if he was disobedient.

	However, even if she wanted to do that, she didn’t get the chance. The next fart was somehow her worst one yet. Loud, long, and a scent that was so bad that Kana couldn’t even think of how to describe it. He felt like his skull was being filled with Tulip’s farts, swirling around his brain and seeping into it, replacing his logical reasoning with pure ecstasy. His other sensations slowly began to shut down, and, as another fart rang out, his vision went dark. His heart beat began to slow, and he fell asleep, unconscious, knocked out, his body trying to preserve as much energy and clean air as it could to keep him alive. However, it was a losing battle - a few more farts on his limp body, and Kana was dead, suffocating, overpowered by Tulip’s terrible, gassy ass.

	The bunny noticed quite quickly how her cushion stopped moving, but she was too lazy to move; after about another ten minutes, she stood up and sniffed; the smell was so terrible - she’d really had such a gassy day! She chuckled, picking up the dead Kitsune’s body and walking it the bathroom, where she casually threw it in the toilet and flushed, an easy way to dispose of such a thing. By the time she walked back to her dorm, Kana was back, safe and sound, having revived almost immediately - a convenient power of the kitsune.

	His tail was wagging; even after experiencing Tulip’s fatal gas, he was still extremely horny and cheerful. “Welcome back, mistress!” He smiled. “I-I really loved getting to smell so much of your scent!”

	“Oh, did you~?” She chuckled; she hadn’t expected the little kitsune to be so into it. “Well, then, how about you sniff a little more~?” She picked him up by his tail. “I’m still so gassy; it’s going to last for a few more hours at least. I don’t care how much it kills you - as long as you come back, I’ll just make you sniff every single one~”

	He bit his lip, blushing in pleasure. “T-thank you, mistress! I’d really love that!!”

	“Good~” She smiled, throwing him back on the chair. “Then it’s time for round two~”

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