Mythological Gas
by GrayVII

Ishi quietly sat in the corner of her cell,her tail swishing from side to side, still lamenting the fact that she’d gotten caught. She knew she shouldn’t have trusted that damn tengu, but how could the young kitsune resist a whole temple’s treasury for the taking? The place had been far better guarded than she’d been told and despite her best efforts she didn’t manage to evade detection.

Her punishment was to give back to society, by being made to serve one of the richer inhabitants of the city. So now dressed in a frumpy maid costume and with a shock collar around her neck she was waiting to be picked up by some wealthy patron. She wasn’t looking forward to it, as being surrounded by luxury but incapable of stealing anything was her idea of hell.

“Is that all of 'em?” Some woman yelled from beyond the walls of her prison, a response followed that Ishi couldn’t make out, but she could guess what it was. The door to her hallway was opened by one of the lion-dog guards who stepped aside to let a massive red oni through. “Only that little shit left?” “Yes ma’am” the guard replied clearly bemused by the oni’s presence “Fine I’ll see if she’s more fun than the other low-lifes.” “Take your time” The guard grumbled before walking away again.

This oni was far from the first potential master to go check out Ishi, but strangely enough she didn’t look rich at all. The oni was dressed like a thug rather than a magnate, wearing a fur-trimmed leather jacket and white tank-top both way too small to cover her blubbery gut and tight leather pants that failed to cover most of her equally massive rear. She didn’t walk like an upper class, she didn’t talk like one, hell she didn’t even smell like one, surely she could never afford this.

“So what are ya in for?” The oni asked crassly as she approached the cell, her bloated body easily six times the size of Ishi’s and her weight probably twenty times greater. Not particularly feeling like conversing with her, the kitsune kept quiet. “Oi! Ya deaf?!” The oni yelled, giving Ishi a whiff of her rank breath “I asked what are ya in here for!”. Once again Ishi neglected to respond, clearly annoying the heavy-weight yokai.

For a moment the oni gave her an angry look before a grin formed on her lips “You don’t feel like talkin’ huh? Then how’s about we do somethin’ else?”. The oni’s feet stomped on the ground as she turned herself around before pulling down her pants and bending over, giving Ishi full view of her enormous ass. “Ha! How do ya like this ya little shit!” She said giving her mammoth-size butt a firm smack.

Ishi’s eyes widened as the oni bared her gargantuan red behind, she definitely didn’t expect a response this childish. She tried her best to ignore the booty with cheeks bigger than her entire body, but that got far more difficult as she got a whiff of her tormentor’s seriously bad swamp ass. It was putrid beyond belief as if the fat-ass hadn’t showered in months, but still she did her very best not to give the whale of a pest any sort of response.

 

PPPPFFFFFRRRTTTT!
This got considerable more difficult as a bassy noise came from the oni’s cavernous crack followed by a gust of hot wind. As soon as Ishi took even the slightest breath she doubled over coughing and gagging on the rancid gas that had just been unleashed. “HAHAHA! I knew you couldn’t keep up the silent treatment forever!” The oni remarked triumphantly as she pulled her pants back up.

“You fucking bitch...” Ishi remarked as she struggled to get any air that hadn’t been tainted by the horrid fart. “Oh! It can even speak!” “What the fuck have they been feeding you fat ass!” Ishi was pissed off now and speaking without thinking. “Whatever I want~” The oni patted her gut proudly “You’re a swine, get the fuck out of here before I rip your t-BBBBZZZZTTTTT!” Ishi spasmed as her shock collar triggered further humouring the oni.

As Ishi struggled to recover from the sudden shock-treatment combined with the lack of clean air, the oni walked out the door to fetch the guard, she’d made her choice. About half an hour or so passed and thankfully the oni’s horrible stench had mostly cleared, though this was short-lived as the guard entered the hallway again followed by the same disgusting oni.

The lion-dog opened Ishi’s cell door and approached the kitsune “Sit still” he ordered as he plugged a cable into her collar before handing a microphone to the oni. “Say something to activate the voice recognition.” With a smirk the oni brought the mic to her mouth and OOOOORRRRRPPPPP! Let out a long throaty belch into it. “Is that good enough or would you prefer it out of the other end?” The oni said still smirking.

The guard sighed and checked something “No this should be fine... That er... sound will also be what signifies something as a command for her, is that good or would you like to record something else?” “So she’ll do stuff for me whenever I burp?” “If you follow up a command with...that... she’ll be shocked if she refuses to do it.” “Stand up UUURRPP!” The oni ordered.

Ishi was not keen to listen to her and wanted to argue with the guard but before she could say anything BBBBZZZZTTTTT! She was zapped. She didn’t want to listen to this swine BBBZZZTTTT, she didn’t want to be in the same room with her BBZZZZTTTT, she didn’t even want to hear about her ever again BBZZZZTTTT. But she had no choice, with her hair standing on end from the multiple shocks, she stood up off her bench.

“There’s a good girl, now give me a hug honey BUURRP!” “Fuck n-BBBZZZTTT!” Despite clearly not wanting to, the kitsune approached the massive malodorous Oni and embraced her flabby gut. “Aww... She’s getting closer to me already, I’m sure she’ll love me soon enough.” “Sure...” the guard remarked eager to be rid of this insufferable customer “Anything else ma’am?” “No this’ll do fine~”

 

A bit more paperwork later and Ishi was leaving the prison alongside her vile mistress. They walked past a number of cars before, much to her horror, the oni mounted her motor-cycle. “Hop on honey UURRPP!” She ordered, this was far easier said than done given the oni’s gargantuan ass took up almost the entire seat, to make matters worse her pants had sagged down to the point where most of her crack was exposed.

With a grimace Ishi complied, seating herself on the tiny slither of remaining space mere inches from her employer’s virtually nude behind. Now it really sunk in just how massive the oni was compared to her, all Ishi could see, or smell for that matter, from her current position was her giant red ass. With a look of pure disgust on her face Ishi stared ahead into seemingly bottomless abyss of the oni’s buttcrack.

FFFFFLLLLRRRPPPPTTTT!
The red sea of fat parted as a massive blast of gas escaped the oni’s derriere, carrying nearly enough force to launch the lithe kitsune off the bike. “Better get used to that honey, way more where that came from!” The oni said with a serious sense of pride to her voice “Hold on tight BBOOORRPPP! I’m gonna really hit the gas, in more ways than one hehe...” she continued as she started up the engine.

Ishi looked around desperately for something to hold on to other than the one thing she didn’t want to grab, but everything was kept out of her reach by the oni’s mountainous body. BBZZZTTT! One electrical burst of encouragement and Ishi embraced the gargantuan ass before her, though trying her damnedest to keep her face as far away from the fuming crack as possible.

PPPRRRRPPPTTTT!
Though even if she were miles away from the oni’s glutes she’d probably still be able to smell her awful flatulence. Pleased with Ishi’s obedience the bulky red slob put the pedal to the metal and began speeding down the streets of Neo Olde Tokyo. Cars appear and disappear in a flash as the oni zooms across the road with little care for those around her.

Ishi meanwhile was terrified, they were going so fast and her grip on the oni’s sweaty cheeks was already slipping, not to mention the threat of another explosive fart blasting her off. She needed something more secure than this and though she dreaded what she was about to do, she dreaded falling off the bike to her death a lot more.

Ishi considered her options one last time, but she really had no choice in this. She took a few moments to psyche herself up, then took a deep breath, grabbed onto the oni’s rear end as tightly as she could before shoving her head into the vile crevasse between the cheeks. It was so much worse than she could’ve imagined, incredibly warm, drenched with sweat and even without breathing she could feel how badly it stunk in there.

BBBBLLLRRRRRTTTT! FFFRRRTTT! PPFFFRRRTTT!
Her concern for her own safety was rewarded with another of the oni’s hideous bottom-burps and then another and then another. She’d really startled the corpulent yokai by doing this and whenever she got startled, she got gassy (even more so than normal). Though it didn’t take long for the oni to get more comfortable with her back-door guest, she didn’t make any effort to stop farting on kitsune.

Despite how incredibly fast they were going, the trip to the oni’s home was long, longer than Ishi could hold her breath for. The miasma that lingered between the oni’s buttocks felt as thick as molasses as it went down her throat and stung worse than pepper-spray. She was honestly regretting not letting herself fall off and get mangled by a car rather than have to breathe the oni’s funk and farts.

Just as Ishi thought her situation couldn’t get any worse she could feel her mistress’ hand on her back. Ishi breathed a sigh of relief thinking the oni would pull her out, but soon learned she had different plans. With a good shove she forced Ishi deeper up her crack until the far-smaller kitsune had fully disappeared betwixt her chunky haunches, before hiking up her pants to ensure she wouldn’t escape.

Now Ishi truly was in hell, trapped entirely in the back of the oni’s pants, getting squashed beneath her immense girth and mercilessly blasted with her horrid gas. She was getting weaker by the moment as she had been breathing nothing but methane and BO for what seemed like hours if not days by this point. Eventually however she could feel the massive oni stand up off her bike, but the oni did not retrieve Ishi from the depths of her rancid crack, had she already forgotten about the kitsune?

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With a smirk Ara walked through the doors of ‘her’ massive mansion, her new servant still firmly lodged up her ass. This girl was perfect, rebellious and feisty yet way too small and skinny to even stand a chance at fighting back, Ara was gonna have lots of fun with her. A powerful scent in the air betrayed that Ara wasn’t alone, her sister had come home early it seemed, a perfect opportunity to introduce her to Ishi. Ara had a great conversation starter in mind too~

The red-skinned oni barged into the living room and said “Hey Ona! Pull my finger~”. Ara’s sister rolled her eyes and put down the magazine she was reading “C’mon sis, surely you’re not still busting out that childish joke.”. “Well if you’d prefer me to just rip one in your face instead...” Ara countered. Ona sighed and got up off the couch to indulge her sister’s immaturity.

Ona was Ara’s slightly older twin sister and while they looked very much alike physically, the main difference being Ara’s skin being a deep blue, they couldn’t be further apart personality-wise. While Ara was a crass slob and a thug, Ona was a responsible and well-educated businesswoman. Much like Ara however Ona also had a serious gas problem, though she tried her best to hold it in around polite company.
BBBBBVVVVVVRRRRRRMMMMMPPPPPTTTTT!
A seriously loud cheek-flapper erupted from the red oni’s behind as her sister pulled her finger. “Hilarious...” Ona remarked somewhat annoyed. “I’m sure you’ll see how funny it is when you meet our new maid!” Ara reached down into the back of her pants rooting around in her crack for a moment before finding her little prisoner and yanking her out.

The skinny kitsune was in a horrid state after spending god knows how long up the oni’s butt. Her clothes were soaked with sweat, her hair, both on her head and her tail, was a complete mess and above all else she stunk to high heaven. Desperately she gasped for air, happy to finally breathe something that hadn’t come from someone’s bowels.

Ona held her nose as a hideous stench filled the room “Ughh... Ara! How long did you have her up your ass? A week?!” “Only for the trip from town to here.” Ara said with a shrug. “Good lord, when’s the last time you showered?!” “I dunno, a month or two ago? It’s not that bad.” “Yes it is! Even with how much you fart your crack isn’t supposed to stink like that!”

With a grin Ara put Ishi back on her feet “Go on give my sis a big ol’ hug BBOORRPP!” she ordered. Eager to get away from the foul-smelling oni Ishi complied and approached Ona. “What?! Hey you don’t have to listen to her, c’mon I just bought this outfit!” The blue oni tried her best to dissuade the kitsune, but without knowing the trick to getting Ishi to obey she stood no chance.

As Ona turned to run away from the smelly kitsune, Ishi embraced her backside taking deep breaths of the scent of perfume and laundry detergent emanating from her skirt, though she did catch a hint of something far less pleasant. “Ara, tell her to stop, she’s going to ruin my skirt!” The blue oni complained “And end the fun? No can do sis!”

Ona sighed, if she couldn’t do this the diplomatic way, there was only one other solution. “Honey if you don’t let go right now you’re gonna regret it.” she threatened, causing Ara to chuckle wickedly. “Keep holding on! UURRPP!” Ara instructed knowing fully well what her sister was planning. Ishi was getting a bit nervous, but nevertheless heeded Ara’s instructions. “Well don’t say I didn’t warn you...”

BBBBBRRRRLLLLLLLLPPPPPTTTTTTT!
Ishi got fired halfway across the room by the blue oni’s massive fart and would quickly realize that despite being far more well-kempt, Ona’s gas was no less rank than her sister’s. “Ha! Nice one sis! Whew... That one has some kick to it.” Ara remarked actually having to hold her nose to deal with her sister’s flatulence. “Call her off or I’m blasting the rest of this gas in your face.” Ona warned.

 

“Fine... Nevermind that last bit BBUUURP!” Ara ordered and Ishi would lift herself off the floor as she struggled to think straight after slamming into the wall. Ona would approach the Kistune and crouch down a little to look at her more closely. “So what’s your name little one? With that collar I take it you were a prisoner, before my sister bought you. Which she had better have done with her OWN money!” She scowled at Ara for a moment.

“It’s Ishi, fat ass! Now get away from me, I need a fucking shower after that.” Ona’s expression changed, clearly expecting the tiny kitsune to be a lot meeker than this. “Well you’re not the only one, your mistress could definitely use one too. Y’know maybe you could help her with that, so she actually cleans herself properly for once, how does BBBOOORRRPPPP! Oh! Uhh... Excuse me, that one snuck up on me.” Ona apologized after belching right in the kitsune’s face.

Ishi pulled a dirty face, both at the belch and the prospect of cleaning the thuggish Oni’s body, but surely she didn’t need to listen to Ona, after all she wasn’t her boss so even if she just burped Ishi could just-BBBZZZTTT! “W-wait what the f-BBBBZZZZTT! I have to listen whenever anyone burps?! That BBBZZZTTT! Hrrnngg... Follow me to the shower please...” Ishi said resigning herself to her fate once again.

Ona just looked at her sister and rolled her eyes “You made the command word for her a belch? How very classy...” “Well it’s supposed to only work for me but I guess since we’re twins. But hey I’m not taking shower! I like my musk! Don’t do that and go fuck yourself UUURRPP!” Ishi would stop but thankfully before she could even think of that second bit Ona would speak up again. “Keep your pants and go clean her up, don’t listen to any command she makes to get you to stop BBWWUURRPP!”

“No! Don’t fucking do that! UURRP!” She’d command as Ishi approached her, the kitsune was confused for a moment but took another step forward and didn’t get zapped, seems Ona’s trick had worked. “What the fuck! No fair! Don’t let Ona use her stupid brain like that! OOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRUUUPPPPP!” Ara would try and see if letting out a bigger belch would override her sister’s orders, but unfortunately not.

Ishi would grab Ara by the wrist and ask “Where’s the bathroom?” she sounded very much upset about having to do this, but she unfortunately couldn’t resist. “Well... I don’t want you using the main one, so how about the guest bathroom, second floor, first door on the right.” “Ha good luck dragging me up the stairs wimp!” Ara said triumphantly, thinking this would be impossible, unfortunately her sister was one step ahead and snapped her fingers.

With a flash and the sound of thunder she teleported them to the bathroom in question, before heading to her bedroom to change out of her now disgusting skirt. Meanwhile in the bathroom Ara stared down the tiny kitsune. “You’re not gonna be able to make me do this, even if my sister sent us up here.” She said as she crossed her arms. “You think I want to f-BBZZZTTT! Just do it, we’re gonna be up here forever otherwise because I can’t refuse.” Ishi replied already attempting to undress the oni.
“You just wanna see my ass again, is that it?” Ara mused when she got an idea. “Alright how about you clean me with your tongue~” “No! That’s fu-BBZZZTTT! I’d rather d-BZZTT!” “Haha... Now this I can get down with. So let’s make it official, you’re gonna clean up my whole body by licking me! BBBWWUUUURRRFFF?!” Ara tried to belch again but quickly covered her lips with her hands as her cheeks bulged out, almost just vomiting all over the kitsune. “Fuck... I need to stop trying to force burps...” She groaned as the acid reflux made her throat burn.

Ishi sighed, thankful to not get puked on, but figured she might get covered in her own vomit soon if that command went through. “I’m not licking you clean!” Ishi protested before instinctively cowering for the shock, but it didn’t come, it seems the collar didn’t consider Ara’s almost-upchuck to be her command word. “Ha! I don’t have to! Now please get in the bath so we can get this stupid shi-BBZZZTT! Uuurgghh... I just want to swear!”

“Tut tut, clearly you’re the one that needs cleaning with that dirty mouth of yours!” Ara countered smugly “Would’ve been a lot dirtier if you didn’t fu-.... Mess up burping larda-... lardbutt!” “Watch your tongue foxy or I’m gonna show you just why they call it a potty mouth!” “GET. IN. THE. BATH!” The kitsune countered now utterly furious but strangely, this didn’t trigger her collar, nor did the firm shove she delivered to Ara causing her to stumble backwards and fall into the bath, still fully clothed.

“Hey what the hell aren’t you supposed to be unable to do that!” Ishi examined her hands for a moment and then looked at the Oni. Was she free? Could she just use her claws and cut Ara’s thr-BBBBZZZZTTTT! Nope nope, she couldn’t. But at least she could use her powers to accomplish the task set before her it seemed. “Undress. Now. Or things are about to get painful!” She’d extend her claws and didn’t get zapped, she could maybe hurt the oni just a l-BBZZZTT! Give her some scrat-BBZZT! Not even a BBZZT!

Ara watched the kitsune with her sharp claws get zapped again and again, a little worried the little demon might break free. Suddenly the electric noises and the kitsune just looked at her for a moment, a psychotic look in her eye. Ara scowled back, pretending she was unafraid but her ass betrayed her true emotional state as a loud fart boomed in the tub. BBBLLOOOOMMMMPPPTTT!

Suddenly Ishi pounced upon her, claws flailing around. Ara screamed and farted, doing anything and everything to get the fox off of her! Ara was nothing but a bully, she never had to actually get in any fights, usually her size and stench were enough to dissuade that. Meanwhile downstairs Ona just shook her head “For fuck’s sake Ara, it’s just a bath, quit being a drama queen...”

 

A few moments later and the carnage had stopped, she was... she was... totally fine? But also naked. The kitsune had sliced her clothing to ribbons and then those ribbons reduce to atoms, while leaving her blubbery mistress completely unharmed. Ishi sighed and looked at Ara with a kind smile, belying her true hatred of the rancid Oni. “Will you need any further help mistress, or are you capable of handling everything on your own?”

“NO! No... I’m uhh BBLLOORP! F-fine... Don’t need any more h-PPOORRPP! Help... You can go see if Ona needs anything BBBBRRRLLLBBBBRRRPPP! T-the water’s turning brown because of how dirty I am, no other reason... PPPRRBBB!” Ara’s heart was pounding and her ass was firing on all cylinders, but she was still alive, maybe she shouldn’t be messing with the Kitsune so much, maybe she should deal with her the same way she dealt with every problem she caused, let Ona fix it. “Yeah go help my sister! Uhh... urp! I-is that good enough of a burp? BBBBLLRRRBBB! Hehe...”

Ishi nodded and headed downstairs, allowing Ara a sigh of relief and letting her quickly jump out of the bath and onto the toilet, because being terrified really loosened her up back there. Ishi meanwhile headed back downstairs with a grin, for the first time since she’d been imprisoned had she been able to use her powers again, god how she’d missed it! Surely it wouldn’t be long until the stupid Onis gave her a command she could abuse to get free permanently, she only needed to wait.