By: Notmania
Once upon a time in a world much like ours existed two neighboring kingdoms. Both of these kingdoms were ruled over by young queens, the east kingdom ruled over by Queen Rose the Heartless, and the west being ruled over by Queen Rafflesia the Flatulent. This story is not about these two queens, or at least they’re not the main focus on this story. Instead, this is a story about Prince Wolffia the Misfortunate, the younger brother of Rose. Wolffia is a meek young prince who Rose has sent to assassinate Rafflesia against his will.
Wolffia begins his assassination attempt by sneaking through the vents of Rafflesia’s castle. Thanks to his small build crawling through the vents was rather easy for the prince. Navigating the vents however was another story, while he had a head lamp, the maze like structure of the vents made finding the throne room rather challenging. After a bit of crawling around his nose picked up a faint stench. Knowing Rafflesia’s history he figured that she was the source of said stench so even if he wanted to avoid the smell he followed it.
As he travelled closer and closer to the stench his eyes began to water. As a result he missed a steep slope in the vent and fell into a dead end now having no way to escape. To make matters worse the stench in this area was worse than anything he could have imagined.
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Looking straight up, the prince realized why this was as the queen’s large gown-cladded rear was looming above, he was directly underneath Rafflesia's ventilated throne, a throne designed with the purpose of preventing the queen from having to suffer from her own gas. The prince began to panic, but knowing that he was on a stealth mission, he couldn't cry for help.
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Wolffia made an attempt to climb back up the vent, but every attempt ended with him falling back down to the bottom. This led him to cry silently, now trapped in a smelly prison with no hopes of escaping.
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After about an hour of breathing in fart after fart Wolffia passed out.
Eventually, Wolffia woke back up to find that the queen has left her throne. The sound of her TV was still playing, likely meaning she wouldn’t be long, but as this may be his only chance in hours, Wolffia decided to try and climb out, hoping for his life that he wouldn’t get caught. Unfortunately for him, Rafflesia was just about to sit back down, unknowingly thwarting his attempt at escaping.
She somehow failed to notice the boy climbing out of her throne as she sat down crushing his hands under her large hips, and his face was now pressed up against the young queen's smelly bottom.
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The queen let out a rather quiet fart, one with nowhere to go but up the prince’s sensitive nose, with only a thin dress to serve as a filter to the stench.
“Strange, I was expecting that one to be a bit louder.” the queen said to herself in response to her muffled fart, shocking Wolffia, who had feared that he had been discovered, “I’m sure it was nothing though. Maybe this one will be a bit more up to my standards.”
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She let out a much larger fart, again directly into the prince’s nose. The smell was awful, so awful that it once again drove the prince to tears.
“Hmm, that one was a bit muffled too.” the queen said to herself, now seeming rather disappointed in herself. “Oh, and now that I think about it, this throne feels oddly lumpy.”
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In an attempt to make her seat a bit more comfortable, Rafflesia shimmied around, unintentionally rubbing her rear onto Wolffia’s face. To make matters worse, she continued to release a few small farts as she tried to get comfortable. After a few minutes of this, she gave up.
“Dear goddess! I just can’t seem to get comfy!” she said, frustrated with her seat. She chose to get out of her seat, planning to have one of her servants fix it, when suddenly she heard the prince fall back onto the floor of the vent. She looked into her seat’s hole and noticed the prince.
“Prince Wolffia?” Rafflesia asked with both confusion and curiosity. Petrified with fear, the prince was unable to muster up an explanation.
“Don’t worry, I know exactly why you’re here!” the queen responded, noticing his fear. “You wanted to get a better view of my luscious booty, didn’t you!?" She asked, playfully wiggling her rump above the seat. "I find that cute really. Like, you came all the way here just for me!”
Wolffia was quite surprised with how the queen reacted to his presence. While she certainly had a history of being rather eccentric for a queen, this was weird even for her. Of course, as it gave him an excuse, the prince just went with it.
“Why yes, for years I have been captivated by your beauty.” Wolffia said sucking up what extremely little pride he had. Really though his heart belonged to another girl who’s not important to this story yet.
“Oh thank the goddess! I was worried that my farts were doomed to scare off any potential husband! You’re a strange prince but you’re exactly what I needed in my life!” the queen said reaching into the vent.
“Here, let me help you outta that stinky vent, even though I’d imagine you like it in there, weirdo.” Rafflesia began to laugh as she reached for the prince, who quickly grabbed her hand. As the queen was over twice his size, pulling him out was easy. As she was pulling him out his pocket knife fell out of his pocket, and once again fear filled his mind.
“What was that?” the queen asked, noticing the thump of the knife, “wait, was it a gift for me?”
“Uh, why yes! This was the pocket knife wielded by my great grandfather! One past down by my family for generations! I figured that it would make a good gift for you, my lady!” Prince Wolffia quickly replied. While the knife was certainly a fancy one, it wasn’t really as important as Wolffia claimed, he just needed more of a reason to have brought it with him in the first place.
“Aw really? Thank you!” the queen said hugging the small prince, smothering his face in her chubby breasts. “Ah man you reek!” she began laughing again knowing well that she was the source of his stench.
“You know, since you enjoy my ass so much, I think I have a present for you too!” the queen said, forcefully grabbing his head and placing it underneath her gown where her bare rear was exposed, she then pushed his face right between her large cheeks. The prince wanted to struggle, but since he needed to keep a secret, he prepared for the worst.
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“Ahhhhhh...” the princess exclaimed, “I wish you told me about your love sooner! Feeling your nose in my butthole sucking up all my gas feels great!”
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The queen let out a few more farts into the unfortunate prince’s face. She then put the seat of her throne down, something she hasn’t done in ages. She sat down on the throne, squishing Wolffia’s head between her massive rear and a rather plush cushion, with his nose now pressed inside of her butthole.
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The poor prince quietly sobbed as he entered what would quite possibly end up being the rest of his life.