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Barnyard Blast v2 part 10. The Climax.
🕑 Added 2023-08-21 11:28:45 +0000 UTCThe Brappening begins... also the epilogue is all that remains! I will try to have it done by my birthday tommorow and post it all up together on DA. You Patrons will get the PDF to enjoy all the crazy formatting I did. Cause the text is MASSIVE. Normal font is size 12 and Ophelia's fart hits size 18 font at the end! Anyways. Enjoy and let me know what you think!
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Back inside the barn, Ophelia’s asshole was fighting as hard as it could as Ophelia belched and whined, every second was an agonizing ordeal as the shit that should have been blasting from her behind only continued to crown like some great ancient beast was being born from her ass. Ophelia clenched her fists, belched straight into the air, her burps still puny compared to before but starting to pick up in volume as her twin behemoth bellies came to life once more, awoken from their forced slumber. *UUURRROOOOOORRRRRP* Ophelia cried out as her asshole felt ready to tear in two and yet the behemoth turd from the behemoth centauress’ bowels just kept growing wider and wider! Ophelia’s body screamed at her to push it out, but it was her body that was betraying her! Her guts growled as even now they got closer to detonation, tons upon tons of manure and gas rampaging inside her and getting more active by the second, but nothing would budge! At least Ophelia didn’t need to worry about her pussy acting up again. Her lewd lower lips were satisfied in a way Ophelia had never experienced or even imagined possible, filled with Evan’s hot semen. If she didn’t feel like her asshole was going to explode, followed soon by herself, she could have just laid next to him and fallen asleep instantly even on the hay and dirty floor!
Ophelia knew even without the centaur customs of mating; her womb would never desire another man in her life now that it had felt Evan’s rod and experienced his love. No matter what, if she survived, she was his and he would become hers… which meant he would also get Rohan and Blake should he desire them per centaur customs as Ophelia’s retainers. Well, there were a few problems with that, everyone might want her beloved dead rather than Ophelia wed to a commoner, Rohan and her father would assuredly join hands in hoping Evan met with some unfortunate accident, the two men would never let Ophelia marry some no name farmer boy! And then the most pressing issue of all… Ophelia needed to survive to wed her lover which depended on birthing this massive turd corking her asshole, so she didn’t burst!
“HNNGG Come oouuut! PLE-*UUURRRAAAAARRRRLLPPP* *OOORRRRUUPPP* Ghhhhh how does it not fffiiiitt! *EEAARRUULLLPP*” Ophelia was truly crying now, the green-eyed gorgeous heiress was acting like a diva as she gasped, groaned, belched and panted. Her four powerful legs that could crush boulders and monsters indiscriminately were useless as she just blew up bigger and higher into the air. Her donut stretched wider than ever before as a monstrous black and brown boulder attempted to pass through her colon and out her body, but even if it did manage to come out, there were only a few feet between her ass and the barn’s walls! Ophelia gasped through a few tears as her ass impossibly stretched another inch, and the colossal turd thicker than a small tree began inching out of her as she truly labored to birth the monster stuck between her ass cheeks. As her tail raised so high it may as well have been glued straight into the air, Ophelia’s lips curled as the beauty whined and took deep breaths. Grunting very unfemininely as both Ophelia’s lips and her ass made quite crude noises. The bloated centaur, now basically two massive balls of gas and shit spraying milk from two tiny balls on top, was slowly making progress through sheer grit.
“HMmmGG! NNnff! GhhhuuuooH! AArrrghH! *UUURRROOORRP* HAAA-*UUOOOORRRRRRUUURRRRAAARRRPPP*” Ophelia shouted and fought as she sweat, both her hearts pounding in her body as the imagery of all the shame her family would experience forever propelled her onwards. (Hnnggg a Noble Centauress! An Heiress to one of the most powerful companies on the continent of Leta NNHGG! Exploding from her own colossal bowel movement! Papa would hang himself! NNg I will not pop at this point! I’ve come too GghhhH! FAR!) Ophelia roared in her head and belched again. White fog building up in the barn just from her constant small belches, though by the last two Ophelia could tell the power was properly ramping up in them. The scent of Alyssum was all over the barn as the blanket of burps coated Evan in the mist. Ophelia huffed, her human half drenched in sweat as her long hair stuck to her back and ripped open shirt, the colossal turd was a foot out of her ass as she almost wanted to give up from the strain, but Ophelia knew she needed to do this at all costs! Ophelia began pushing and grunting again as the turd inched out a bit faster than before, before disaster struck.
*SSPLUCKK*
A thick, sloppy noise and a lot of pressure met Ophelia as she panted and realized what had just gone wrong. She’d run out of room between her flank and the barn! Ophelia’s bellies rumbled in protest that she’d stopped shitting as she nearly screamed in frustration. The massive shit cork was stuck yet again despite all her hard work! Ophelia felt another throat-rattling belch fight past her lips and huffed in deep breaths, the visibility around her was falling every time her mouth opened as the bottom of the barn was covered in a sweet flowery fog. Her lover lost to the rolling sea of white as her lips curled against another belch already. Her tits sprayed into the air still but finally, her enormous breasts seemed to be running low on milk. After enough sweet dairy to make a pool fit for Ophelia to bathe in, her breasts were calming down… if only the rest of her body could be so obedient!
(It’s not faiiir! If I just had room! Uuaagh! I worked so hard to get this damn thing ouuut! Hngggg I need to poop so baaadlyyy!) Ophelia whined in her head as she tried pushing, but the old wood of the barn fought against her colossal log. Ophelia’s horse stomach roared as if wind spirits were howling around inside her, a few visible bulges and kicks as something shifted within, either a monstrous rope of scat or an equally monstrous bubble that was starting to get sick of waiting for her corked-up rear. If only she could kick this damn wall it would be dust from her massive strength! But Ophelia’s back legs were already getting pushed as far as they could go for her second stomach to keep growing! Even one of her massive farts would be enough to break the wall down but of course, her body had to do it the hard way and send a behemoth down her bowels instead!
Ophelia grit her teeth and strained till her gorgeous face began to redden from the effort as her donut bulged even more, the wall of the barn was weakened by her intense squirting before. She just… needed… to… PUSH! Ophelia’s shit cork pressed harder into the barnwood like a battering ram, but unlike a battering ram, this monolithic log had no room for momentum, only the immense power of Ophelia’s inner muscles and the pressure bursting at the seams inside her. Even now Ophelia’s body rumbled more dangerously than before, her massive belch had bought her some time, but this cork plugging up her ass was stopping her most plentiful gas reliever of all!
“HNNGGG! *UUURRROOORRAAARRRP* GGHHAAA!” Ophelia screamed between belches and tears as she clenched her fists and tensed her whole body, truly trying to give birth from her ass, or burst from the strain inside her. Ophelia’s mind stopped all thought except pushing as hard as she physically could, and her efforts began to bare fruit.
*CCRRRRRRRRK-GGGRRRRRRRRRN*
A loud creaking noise and dull painful groan resounded in the barn, Ophelia couldn’t even spare the mental energy to figure out if it came from her or the walls. But luckily for the massive centauress, it was the wood beginning to buckle, bend, and crack from the immense strain of Ophelia’s shit. The sideways spire fitting the name ‘skyscraper’ if it were vertical was pushing the wood so hard the sturdy yet weathered wood of the Gallaow’s barn begged for mercy. But Ophelia would give it no quarter as her need to shit became a primal urge. With another deep breath followed quickly by another scream Ophelia bore down once again just as hard.
*CCRREEAAAk-CRRSSSH-CCRRAAACK-KRAK!*
Ophelia’s log burst through the wood, two feet thick in all directions, the brown monolith tore a hole in the wall as Ophelia’s eyes nearly rolled into her head, so much pressure behind her ass that as soon as there was room for the cork to move, it shot from her rear like a tinkertin’s missile. “OOOHHGHGH!” Ophelia squealed as what had been agonizing minutes of no movement at all, suddenly became a barrage of brown. The behemoth log shot out of her ass like a cannon as it only began picking up more and more speed as Ophelia gasped and whined as her ass took all control.
*SSPLLOOORRRBBBPBBPPLCCRRRKLKLCKLRRLKLREEE!*
“OHH GOODS YESSS IT’S SOO MMUUCHH! HGGGYYAAA! MY ASSSS IS GONNA COME OUUUUT!” Ophelia screamed in relief and worry as more and more of the barn’s walls tore away as the great pipe of her donut had been freed. The flow and distance of her shit only picked up speed as the great cork landed five feet outside the barn, but the immense wall of shit behind it was now soaring ten feet outside the barn, great coils a foot and a half thick soared from her ass as her anus spewed shit uncontrollably and violently. Her belly rumbling in distress even now as it savagely voided twenty pounds of dung every second, her lower belly rippling as if a great lamia was writhing inside her and being fired out her ass with the force of a dwarven cannon every second. Ophelia simply held on to her sanity for dear life as her anus rippled and roared with the power of a deadly mudslide as the pile of scat rapidly built up outside the barn, growing far larger than the speed she was deflating. Ophelia would have screamed and whined at how unfair it was, her diet, her centaur genes, being born with Herringal’s Grasp, being such a fool as to allow Kayle and Kallani to come with her instead of Blake and Rohan… if she could spare any brain power at all.
“GGhhhuuuu~ CCccaaalm dooownnn!” Ophelia’s arms reached back and tried to grab the top of her horse stomach, the violently rumbling second belly refused to obey her as she could barely breathe. So much solid shit forcing itself out of her like a flash flood it felt like it was sucking her twin lungs out with it.
*BBLLLB-FFFRRRT-RBBCCRRRKKLKL-PRRRT-KLKKKRRRRKLR-FFFRRR-KKRRRRKRRKLKLLKRRLKEEEE*
Ophelia was aided, unintentionally, by small farts squeaking out with the barrage of industrial pipe-thick waste vacating her. Small white toots acting as emergency pressure cutoffs for what was probably the largest dump this side of East Dasmau that had ever been seen, and taken, if not the largest in this time zone on the continent of Leta. Ophelia was truly breaking records, not that she could spare a thought to anything besides the overwhelming sensation of shitting a few hundred pounds every few seconds. Like a geyser that had fallen sideways, Ophelia’s ass did not stop the explosive release, and anytime her body gyrated up or down a few inches from the force and the barn’s wall dared block her path of shit, it was torn away violently from the force. Ophelia finally felt it, her second stomach had begun to shrink as the Centauress looked like she’d been in labor for hours after just a few minutes of shitting.
Outside the barn, a pile, no, a small hill of Centaur dung had formed as coil upon coil upon coil of Ophelia’s shit wrapped around itself and pounded into the ever-growing mound of steaming brown fertilizer. Ten feet tall and twelve feet- thirteen feet wide, still growing like a brown pyramid of worship to the pagan goddess of harvest. But with how much fertilizer there was roaring from Ophelia’s tired donut, there was more than enough to share with the pagan goddess and the true goddess of nature Sarina. If a Dark Elf or Wood Elf were to see Ophelia’s ‘offering’ there was a fifty-fifty chance they would vomit from the disgust, or fall to their knees with tears in their eyes at the symbol of worship Ophelia was still making.
“I Caaan’t sssSSTOOOPPP SHIITTTIIING!” Ophelia screamed as she desperately needed to belch or fart, her stomachs were still cramping with so much gas roaring around inside her! All she needed was a few seconds, more accurately an entire minute at least, to get some gas out and she’d feel better! But Ophelia’s deluge of dung was working as her second stomach was shrinking, as the pile of scat outside was hitting the barn’s walls now with it’s peak over fifteen feet in the air, her second stomach had shrunk nearly three feet all around and she was only two feet off the floor now. Ophelia was so close to actually having her feet touch the blessed ground again, as the nonstop flood of scat, one unbroken log possibly over sixty feet long was finally coming to a close… before the Barn’s door burst open.
“LADY OPHEL-EEYAA!” Kallani screamed as she saw her Lady’s head sticking up from a cloud of white two feet taller than it was supposed to be, she thought she was prepared when she saw the mountain of shit still bursting from the wall! But this!? (SHE’S STILL GOING!? WHAT DID SHE EAT BY HERSELF!??)
Ophelia was startled so much that her pucker clenched shut, a dangerous mistake as her lower stomach immediately bellowed like a dying monster and Ophelia winced from the painful cramp before her tail soared straight into the air and she began violently shitting once more.
“KAAALLAANNII!!??? DOON’T LOOK AT MEEE!” Ophelia cried out, the heiress unable to stop shitting, her breasts bare to the world, tears flowing down her cheeks and her anus was a great gaping volcano erupting with nonstop brown flows.
“I-FORGIVE ME! How can I help my Lady!?” Kallani said as refined as she could as Ophelia grabbed her human stomach and belched for the first time in a few minutes, her second belly still several feet wider than it was supposed to be, but only a foot off the ground now as her hill of dung encroached ever higher towards the heavens. There was just one big problem, the wall of shit was getting close to the hole Ophelia had made in the barn, meaning she was once again running out of room. Kallani dropped the makeshift trotting bags she’d made; they were obviously useless now! Even with her normal enchanted capacity one wouldn’t be able to contain all that was inside her!
“HGGG! G-Get m-MY- HHNNGG! Graa-AAHnnn!-GRAB EVaaa-AHN! HE’S sSTILL-*BBBBRRRROOOUUUUUUURRRAAARRRRRPPP*” Ophelia’s gorgeous plump lips curled as a very relieving belch roared from her lips for fifteen seconds straight, unloading even more fresh flowery mist into the barn, though with the door wide open it was steadily flowing out of the area. Kallani didn’t wait for the Heiress to stop, someone was in here needing to be rescued! WHY WAS SOMEONE HERE WITH THE HEIRESS!??? Kallani shook the thoughts out of her head almost as hard as Ophelia’s belch shook her breasts as the smaller centauress hastily but carefully looked in the mist, only able to see her hands in front of her face in Ophelia’s gas. But right after Ophelia’s belch finally ended, Kallani found Evan’s limp body. The young man still passed out from exhaustion despite the apocalyptic noises coming from Ophelia behind him.
(WHERE ARE HIS PANTS!? DID HE- NO, NO! DON’T THINK!) Kallani grabbed Evan and pulled his underwear up. Kallani tried her best to avoid looking at anything at all, though she had a quick gasp when she saw Evan’s limp dick still three-thirds of a foot in length. Kallani didn’t even think at all as she grabbed Evan princess style and with a refined gait, she trotted quickly out of the Barn, seeing her brother in the distance approaching as fast as he could. At full sprint a strong centaur was even faster than a thoroughbred horse, barring rare species and magical horse species, a Centaur like Kayle could get up to fifty miles an hour… but to sustain that for so long! Even a horse couldn’t do that for more than thirty seconds!
(Careful you idiot! If you fall at that speed even you could break a-) But in just a few seconds Kayle leapt over the fence even higher than she had. (Oh thank the gods… his brain has shut off…) Kayle must have sprinted the entire distance! Kallani was relieved as her dependable brother had come out exactly as needed when his desperation hit its peak! As soon as Kayle leapt over the fence and saw Kallani he planted his back hooves into the ground and came to a near-perfect sliding stop. Kayle would have been extremely impressed with her brother had she not been so stressed out, until he immediately started gasping for breath as if he hadn’t breathed ever since she disconnected the [Message]. Kayle evidently had been so relieved upon seeing his sister that his brain, and thus nerves had kicked back in.
*Huuuaaah!* Kayle audibly sucked in as much air as a Centaur’s twin lungs could afford before looking up at Kallani. “Sister you’re okay!? Who is that!? Where are his pants!? Where is Lady Ophelia!?” Kayle hit her with a barrage of questions as soon as he had caught his breath. Kallani gently put Evan down in the only thing she could think of, a wheelbarrow with several bags of something inside to provide a bit of bedding. Kayle’s ears twisted before his head snapped to the barn and he finally heard the mudslide going on within and noticed the small mountain to the side of the barn. “W-w-was that Lady Ophelia!? Oh gods Oh gods should we-“
“KALLAAANNIII HEEEEELP!” Ophelia’s bellow was heard as both attendants snapped to attention and bolted inside. Evan forgotten in his wheelbarrow full of materials that had been delivered earlier in the day.
The two centaurs were inside in seconds as Kayle’s hearts both nearly gave out as he saw Lady Ophelia with a bare chest, sticking up out of a wall of white mist, face covered in tears and sweat yet still so beautiful any other man would fall to worshipping her. If Kayle didn’t have the anxiety of a hamster at this moment, even he’d have gotten aroused and needed to hit himself before Kallani beat him senseless. Luckily though, he did have the nerves of a hamster and was so full of anxiety that arousal didn’t even register in his head as the two servants quickly reported for duty.
Ophelia could hear it getting closer as her unending dung-luge kept shooting from her ass and through the hole in the wall, pounding and pouring like a tropical storm. Her space was running out, the sounds of shit on shit were getting closer and closer as her mountain on the other side of the wall was running out of room, inching ever closer with each foot-wide turd that added to it’s immense bulk. Which meant unless a thousand-plus pounds of shit suddenly disappeared, she’d plug her sideways wall toilet and start shitting on herself!
“Is Ev-Ahn~! Okay!?” Ophelia asked between moans, showing once again to the two that despite how bratty and prissy the princess of Belise could be at times, she really did have a heart of gold. Kallani loudly affirmed that the young man they had found was safely evacuated from the Barn and Ophelia moaned from relief, or perhaps just moaned as she was still shitting so hard it was practically massaging and fucking her asshole on the way out.
“Good! Noww hheee~! Hurry up and pull meee! I’m running out of HNNGG Room!” Ophelia barked at the two of them as they both panicked for a second. Even without her massive twin stomachs Ophelia was bigger and heavier than them both combined! Adding how ever much was currently packed and pressurized within her massive bellies and they couldn’t even imagine how heavy Ophelia was at this moment! For once Kallani was the one panicking as she was starting to hit the limits of her nerves.
*CCRRKCCRRKLLKKKEEPPBBRRLLLEECCCPPBBlCRRKLLE*
“Hnnggg What is taking you twooo soo looong!? HNG I need room quickly unless you want me to AAhhhn~ Make myself filthyyYYY!” Ophelia sounded quite agitated even with the amount of pleasure coursing through her from the satisfaction within her pussy, and the very addicting feeling of shitting so much. Now that her ass didn’t feel about to tear in two from how wide her first shit was, Ophelia couldn’t help but moan as her donut quaked and throbbed with much more relieving shits. She couldn’t see the ground from her own gas, but Ophelia could somewhat tell her hooves were almost nearing the ground again! Even if her second stomach was still so wide she could be pregnant with twin centaurs, perhaps triplets, and still rumbling quite angrily with all the gas and shit still trapped inside, Ophelia felt a bit lightheaded from the ecstasy radiating from her ass and womb. Though her sensitive fluffy ears were constantly alerting her that the sounds of thick copious shit smacking itself were only a few feet away from the hole! Ophelia huffed as she would need to stop shitting any second now, but she didn’t even know if she could seal up the floodgates inside her that she’d worked so hard to open!
“R-rope! And-and a tarp of some kind! With water and a tarp, we can drag you, Lady Ophelia!” Kayle said, once again proving his dependability when the anxious centaur needed it most. Kayle felt like a bolt of thunder just struck her head as she remembered the trotting bags she’d dropped right before coming in.
“Kayle you genius! Brother come help! Hold on Lady Ophelia we will be right back!” Kallani was so ecstatic she actually praised her older brother for once, Kayle would have begun crying if he weren’t so focused on Lady Ophelia yelling at them not to leave her in between grunts. As the two exited the barn they heard a very loud and grumpy “HOW CAN I STOP SHITTIIIING YOU IDIIOOOTSSS!”
“Sister what is it!? N-now Lady Ophelia is gonna kill us toooo!” Kayle whined with fresh tears in his eyes as Ophelia screamed within between loud orgasmic moans. Her temper flying off the rails just like her shit as she thought the two attendants had just abandoned her to shit all over herself.
“Where are they- where are- THERE!” Kallani spotted the makeshift trotting bags she’d dropped, running through the mist of Ophelia’s gas she picked them up and Kayle immediately understood what to do. The thick sacks she’d hastily turned into small trotting bags would be reborn once again as the two grabbed them.
“What do we-“
*SHHRIIIIP*
Kallani watched as Kayle gripped the sacks and began tearing an end of rope out of each one, quickly laying them down together. Undoing a few knots here and there as Kallani understood what he was doing. He was going to tie all the sacks together to make a tarp!
“I’ve got this sister! Is there a water bucket nearby?” Kayle asked, his voice actually a bit commanding compared to his usual stuttering. Kallani nodded, their roles completely reversed as her big brother was now in the zone. She remembered seeing a water trough on the other side of the barn, she quickly knelt down and grabbed it, pulling it backward quite awkwardly, but the Centauress made progress.
“Where do I put it?” She asked as her brother had already finished tying all the sacks together. Looking like a patchwork quilt with a lot of rough fiber and ropes in between. Kayle hurried back into the barn as the tarp came with him.
“Inside Sister!” And with that, the two moved as quick as they could back into the barn and into the gaze of a very pissed-off and desperate Ophelia. Judging by how loud her belly was being, she had successfully managed to stop shitting for a few seconds at a time through sheer desperation to not shit all over herself.
“YOU TWO! ***GGGRRROOOOORRRGGLLLRR*** Nnnng how dare you not respond to meee!? GNnngg of all the insufferable-!” But before Ophelia could truly begin whining and yelling the way only a bratty princess could, two things happened at once, she saw that Kayle was dragging some strange blanket of ropes and bags, and her tail lifted straight into the air despite her straining to keep it down. A quite loud-*SSSSSSPPPPPPPLOOOOOOORRRCCHHH*blasted from her donut as Ophelia’s face twisted with relief, disgust, and anger. Several feet of fertilizer shooting from her ass in just a few seconds before she managed to slam her donut closed with an audible clap of effort to keep her puckered volcano from erupting. Which was lucky indeed as that had fully sealed up the hole in the wall. Even a second more and her great flood of shit would have begun drowning her gorgeous white coat and hooves in crap.
“What- nngGGG is thaaaat!?” Ophelia whined with one eye shut, both hands on her rumbling horse stomach as best she could reach as her bloated bellies roared and rampaged at the lack of nonstop shitting. Every second feeling like a beast was tearing through her guts, or that her guts themselves were the beasts trying to purge some daemonic foulness from her. Her human and horse stomachs both visibly kicked and bulged once more, as Kayle got into position his human heart nearly climbed into his throat as it nearly looked like great serpents were coiling within Lady Ophelia’s second belly.
“Lady Ophelia, we apologize profusely but we have returned! Please excuse our tardiness in assisting you. Can you lift your first stomach, my lady?” Kayle said with an ease that surprised even himself as Ophelia was still fighting to keep her asshole shut. Ophelia nearly screamed, didn’t they know that once a dam was broken it was nearly impossible to stop the raging waters that had been unleashed!? But despite her desire to shout and cry as her stomach roared and cramped as if she were getting kicked by another centaur, Ophelia trusted Kayle and Kallani, they may not be her two beloved retainers, but as members of the Belise Family, she knew they would do anything for her.
“You nngg better be quicker than thunder! I HHeeeee~! *RRROOORRRMMMBBLLEEE* I really can’t hold it alreadyyyyy!” Ophelia whined as her body demanded more relief. To make matters worse, she still hadn’t farted once yet. As if her bowels could sense that and were rebelling against her once again. Ophelia could feel herself slowly blowing back up even as she shit, the rampant gas inside her only building to catastrophic levels as she continued to ‘deny it’. With a loud white belch that only teased her with relief, Ophelia waited for Kayle and Kallani’s signal.
“Kayle what’s the plan!?” Kallani was still panicking as she had the water trough at the ready. Kayle just looked at her and Ophelia once more before gulping, swallowing all the anxiety that threatened to consume him as he remained steadfast.
“Pour half the water on the tarp and douse the rest on Lady Ophelia’s lower belly now! On the count of three, we pull the tarp under her!” Kayle said sternly. Kallani was once again saved by her brother’s switch from totally useless to extremely dependable when the situation was at its worst. Though Ophelia still wanted to scream at them and interrupted Kayle.
“Douse me with water!? The nerr-AAAHHN! Okay, hurrrryyyy I’m gonna blooow!” Ophelia whined as a particularly powerful ‘kick’ inside her had shot her tail straight into the air once again. Kallani didn’t think, lifting the trough with all her strength and sending a bit more than half the water onto the tarp with a loud splash rivaled by Ophelia’s angry guts. Kayle meanwhile brought the tarp to Ophelia’s human stomach as lady Ophelia belched in surprise at being splashed by cold water, nearly whinnying again in distress as her donut seemed fit to burst as it bulged trying to contain the flood. Kallani finished with splashing the water, ran to the other side of the tarp and grabbed it as she could hear the storm swirling inside lady Ophelia’s human guts. A whirlwhind of noise making Kallani flinch, but she grabbed the rope handle her brother had made and shouted “Ready!”.
“One- two- three!” Kayle shouted as loud as his normally weak voice could allow, which was pretty much as loud as Ophelia’s regular ‘Princess voice’. Ophelia screamed with effort as she grabbed her human belly, the bloated boulder bulging in two as she lifted it into the air with her herculean strength. The two centaurs kicked the ground as hard as they could to jam the tarp underneath Ophelia as fast as possible. “Again!” Kayle shouted, as Ophelia’s nearly felt a vein pop with sheer effort. Trying to raise her front hooves and second belly despite her hooves still being a foot in the air, squeezing both her stomachs at once and yet keeping the flood contained, Ophelia lifted a few feet of herself an inch off the ground with sheer strength and willpower, which was all they needed. Ophelia gasped for breath and slammed her human belly back down onto the wet tarp, two feet of tarp under her horse half. Ophelia’s tail shot straight up as her throat also began to bulge, she couldn’t keep it in a second longer!
“Now sisteerrr! Pulllll!” Kayle screamed as he and Kallani performed an instant rollback, slamming their hooves into the ground, turning 180 degrees and hooking their hands into the loops Kayle had quickly made, two long strands of rope still unused, but they were meant for Ophelia if she could help. The two began dragging Ophelia, a few inches away from the wall as her cheeks swelled with a gale and her donut opened wide with a great brown serpent.
*UUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOORRRUUURRLLLRRRAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRPPPPP!*
*PPLLOOORRRTT-CCRRCCKLLCCCRRRKLKCCLKLKLRRERRPPBPPBPBPBPBPBLBP!*
Ophelia aimed her lips to the barn’s ceiling once again as she belched so loudly Kayle and Kallani had to cover their ears but kept pulling. Inching Ophelia forwards as Kallani looked at her brother as she panicked, the sound of a great beast roaring it’s lungs out as white billowed from Ophelia’s lips was all she could hear as the Barn’s rafters shook from the force, a chunk of roof cracking as the ceiling fought to contain the legendary belch. Ophelia’s ass had also begun unloading once again, eating every inch they made, and quickly outpacing them as Ophelia’s shit battered the wall and cracked it all over, but a mountain of shit on the other side reinforced it from shattering completely. Even with their progress, Ophelia would be shitting on herself in just a few seconds and there was no stopping her guts anymore! Kallani saw Kayle’s lips moving in the fog but couldn’t hear anything but the lips of their lady declaring to the world that she was here, bloated, gassy and not stopping till she was empty. Ophelia’s eyes nearly rolled into her head again as the relief overwhelmed her, Evan stirring in his sleep outside but remaining knocked out luckily. Kayle heard a ping in her head, a [Message]!
[Turn her! Pull left!] Even Kayle’s [Message] inside her head was hard for Kallani to hear thanks to Ophelia’s belch, but she understood and they both turned Ophelia at an angle, her shit going from inches away, to blasting down the walls at an angle and launching all the way to the end of the barn with loud splatters. Coating the walls of the barn with a violent paint job as Ophelia’s ass tore off anything, two of the stalls once meant for horses crashed down as the avalanche of scat hit them from the side, as Ophelia’s thunderous belch finally ended after a minute, the stalls were gone forever under a new steaming hill of shit as Ophelia was slowly pulled towards the entrance.
“HNGGG! OOhhhhh GooDDDSSSS! YESSSS AHHHNNN! *UUUURRRROOOOOORRRRRRP-EEEEEUUUAAAAARRRPPP!*“ Ophelia screamed and belched in relief as her guts rumbled and were unloading from both ends happily. The beasts inside her rusing out both ends for freedom as an unending barrage of tree trunk thick logs shot from her ass, soaring through the sky with a chorus of belches and orgasmic screams before pummeling the far wall as Ophelia was finally lined up properly. The ground no longer wet to help Kayle and Kallani drag her, but with nearly the entire barn as her toilet now they had all the time they needed to drag her inch by inch towards the barn’s doors to ensure she was free to shit to her heart and stomach’s contents. Ophelia’s second belly plowing over the ground as they inched her along, her tail raised like a flag on conquered ground as her donut rippled and writhed from how hard she was shitting. Ophelia’s nether lips were heating up again, though there was zero worry of her locking up. Her womb was beyond satisfied with Evan’s seed still sloshing within her and trying to fertilize her. Instead, Ophelia was free to ‘shit her brains out’ as someone more vulgar would say, and she was doing exactly that. Belching, moaning, shitting nonstop as she inched ever closer to another powerful orgasm caused just from blasting noble ass inside the barn.
Kayle and Kallani kept inching her ever forwards, like soldiers under artillery fire, they could hear nothing, not even their own thoughts, only feeling the rope between their fingers as the white fog around them thickened by the second with every monstrous belch another bomb detonating behind them. The two centaur’s ears ringing as they neared the holy light of the outside world, having dragged Ophelia nearly twenty feet already as the wall of shit behind them rose like a tidal wave chasing the shore.
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Rafters and beams were pummeled and breaking as Ophelia screamed into a second orgasm. Luckily unheard by the two attendants thanks to the sounds of a catastrophic mudslide. A great brown wave soared from her donut nearly fifteen feet before slamming into the mountain of mud even larger than the one outside, rising to the ceiling and filling the barn from wall to wall as Ophelia’s second stomach shrank enough for her to begin walking, not that her legs could do much as she was too focused on breathing, belching, cumming, and shitting herself inside out. Her second belly had gone from over ten feet wide to now barely above the ground and five feet wide. Her human stomach as well was finally shrinking as Ophelia belched above the two for the thirtieth time, the windows of the barn hit by the blast as she’d aimed too low, flying to the ground below with an unheard crack and thud. The walls of the barn began to creak and bulge as Ophelia was shitting such a ridiculous amount, she was practically inflating the barn! Wood began to splinter on the opposite side as shit did its best to leak through the walls of Gallaow’s ruined barn. A wondrous gift to Ophelia’s ass was all it was now, the world’s largest toilet for Ophelia Belise, one of the world’s strongest Centaurs. Having proved herself in multiple trials by combat, two even to the death, slain numerous massive and powerful beasts, and navigated politics as best as her Father could prepare her in a short amount of time, the Heiress was now claiming yet another victory. Being one of the few women who could say they had used an entire three-story barn as her toilet!
With Ophelia now just barely behind the range of the Barn’s doors, Kayle and Kallani collapsed in relief and exhaustion as they let go of the ropes. Their hands burning from the effort of pulling a centauress who had already started over 2400 pounds before bloating with several thousand pounds of shit thanks to her Grasp being ignored for so long and with so much fuel. If only Ophelia came with wheels, they could have done it so easily in comparison! Instead, a great valley was in the bottom of the barn from the gouge Ophelia’s second stomach had made, while her belly was soft to the touch, just like the rest of her it was stronger than steel, even weak blades had broken off Ophelia’s hide much to the relief of everyone but her Mother and those who did not care for the Belise’s rise to fame and fortune. Kayle and Kallani stumbled outside after their triumphant victory, having done something even a team of draft horses would have struggled with, the two centaurs, thanks to the tarp and teamwork, had just pulled several thousand pounds of deadweight! But not without a cost.
Kallani could barely suck in breath as her muscles screamed all over, Kayle wobbled before quickly laying down on his side, before even his human half joined the ground as both simply gasped for air. The two could feel it already, their extreme act of desperation had definitely not gone unpunished as several injuries were just waiting to be revealed, though Kayle did always carry a healing scroll in his left side satchel in case of emergencies fitted with [Lesser Recover] which would certainly come in handy… once the two woke up again. Serenaded by Ophelia’s gorgeous moans and her thunderous belches as the sounds of shitting still hadn’t stopped, the sibling attendants were out like a light.
Ophelia was now on her own as she kept shitting with an almost unbroken power, though her logs had been broken up a few times. Her current record log was over two hundred feet of coiling, steaming shit filling up the barn, and with Ophelia safely taken care of, both servants passed out.
None of them were aware that the youngest villagers were only fifteen minutes away after stopping to rest. The Gallaow’s farm was the farthest one from town, but the determined youngsters were hot on the heels of Evan using the path of Kayle and Kallani’s hooves. While several of the older citizens had given up already, most of the adults from the market were following the youngsters, a few had even grabbed a wheelbarrow or cart and put their kids inside to come to see whatever the whole town was looking for. At the back of the pack, drawn by curiosity and worry was the young lord himself, walking with Miss G. as Miss G. had clued him in on why Ophelia had run away as fast as she did. Next to Lord Yerren was Mrs. Cory who had closed up shop, grabbed her husband by the ear, and was pulling him along to see the show and make sure the citizens didn’t ruin the reputation of the noble and gorgeous centauress she’d seen.
Back inside. Ophelia felt a third orgasm coming from the sheer volume of shit roaring from her ass as she moaned loudly, even whinnied once more, her mind turned completely pink from all the brown blasting from her rear, and the white flowing from her lips, her breasts were even leaking a little again! Though they were pretty much drained of milk after filling a small pool before. Ophelia’s second belly remained the same size, though her human stomach had shrunk several feet now. An evolutionary trait of Centaurs, blessed to them by the Great Strider, as their asses were far better at unloading than their lips, the human stomach was more of a “reserve tank” as Demihuman experts called it. With her second stomach starting to run low on shit, the hurricane of gas in her human belly was funneling into her second belly, deflating one and inflating the other.
Ophelia was crying from relief once again, tongue lolling out in a display that would have made the now smitten Evan nearly blow a load in his pants, were he not lying ‘dead’ in a wheelbarrow outside next to the unconscious attendants. The young man snoring a bit as Ophelia screamed and belched. Behind her the tidal wave more resembled a great brown glacier now, rising to the ceiling in the far back, as Ophelia could actually plant her legs down and force the scat out even harder than before.
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*KRACK! CRRRK! BBRRKSSH! BKKCHH!*
A dozen holes had burst in the barn from the calamitous weight of so much dung pressing on it from within, the Barn now starting to resemble a barrel of wine for the giant of legend, Hyrrack the earth shatterer. The largest and most powerful giant there ever was, slain during the second divine war. The leaks in the building-sized ‘barrel’ were now almost shooting coils of crap almost as much as Ophelia’s ass as her fertilizer cannon worked quadruple time. Her third orgasm quickly swallowed up by a fourth, then a fifth, as her body was assaulted by tiny orgasmic waves just as the walls were assaulted by her powerful ass. Her bellies still throwing a tantrum that she hadn’t farted once yet, the few little *Prrrts* and *FFFFFFFRRRRTTS* that escaped with her logs were far too puny to even be considered a fart by Ophelia’s stomach’s standards, despite how much she tried to control them.
“HAAAN! OOHH! EEEVAAANN! BLLAAAAKKEEE! ROHAAAAN! PAAPAAAA! I’M JUST AN ENORMOUS MUDBEEAAASSSTTT! I LOVE SHITTIIIIING!” Ophelia screamed out something she’d have rather hung herself than normally say. But she was beyond drunk on the constant smaller orgasms and relief she was being barraged with now. While each orgasm was not even half as wonderful as the one Evan had given her, being battered by orgasm after orgasm as her asshole throbbed and felt like each foot of shit was stretching and fucking her on the way out had made her borderline delirious with relief once again, or perhaps she was drunk off her own fumes as the fog had thickened so much from her constant belches that Ophelia was breathing in more burps than air. Flowery white mist was flowing from the barn as if some great evil spirit had been summoned within, even a hundred feet away from the barn the Alyssum-scented gas of Ophelia was slowly spreading like a wave of its own. Rippling and roiling like a sea of burps, the white fog marched onwards as Ophelia’s delirious orgasm shrieks were interrupted by another belch, more of the ceiling cracking apart as any minute now it might come tumbling down on Ophelia.
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Ophelia belched as powerfully as a Wyvern’s roar before gasping for breath, and belching again with just as much fervor. Her large gorgeous pussy was once again drooling with arousal and squirting as her donut continued shooting tree-thick logs with the force of a cannon at the mountain behind her. The encroaching glacier of shit had filled over half the barn to the brim! Ophelia would have wondered if she would ever stop shitting if she could afford any mental capacity to do anything but scream whorishly.
“HHAAAHHNNN~! YYEESSS MOORREE MOOOOREE! I NEED *UUUURRRRRRROOOOOOORRRRRRRP* TO SHHIIIIT! OOGGHH EEVVAAANN MY LOOOOVVEE LOOOK AT MEEEE! SOOMEOONEE SPANNKK MEEE! MILK MEEE! I’M JUST *EEEAAAAUUUURRRRRRRPPP* A BEAUTIFUL AAHHN~! NATURAL DISASTEEERRRR~ I’LL NEVER DO ANYYTHHIING BUT SHIIIIIT!” Ophelia screamed quite out of her mind with bliss. Some tiny rational part of her brain screaming and crying for someone to shove a bit in her mouth before anyone heard her, as the crass, vulgar, outright deranged things she was saying would be worthy of banishment from embarrassment alone! But the rational Ophelia in her mind was being smothered by the horny cow that Evan and her bowels had awoken, and calling herself a gorgeous natural disaster was quite apt as the barn was nearly three-thirds full now. Scat blasting from her rear as she groped herself, belched, moaned, and screamed wildly like an animal in heat and not the refined heiress of the Belise. Ophelia’s stomach was in the final stretch as the barn was eighty-percent at capacity. The tiny rational Ophelia wearing a dress in her mind screamed as the naked horny berserk Ophelia turned around to face her and raised her tail as high as it would go.
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“AHHNNN! MY ASSSSSS! OOHH GODSSSSS IM CUMMIIMHNNGG! MYY ASSSS! MYYY ASSSSSS! MOOORREEE! HHHNNNEEIIIGGHHYYAA!” Ophelia screamed as loudly as her royal lungs could as her orgasmic voice filled Evan’s dreams with perversion, even neighing once again from the sheer constant overload of shitting so powerfully in the final stretch. Evan began to stir, as Ophelia’s asshole stirred itself with logs firm enough to fuck her on the way out. As if spurred by the finish line in sight, Ophelia had somehow begun shitting even faster than before. Her second stomach, no, her entire body vibrating from the force of logs shooting from her rear, as if the thick brown steaming cable was actually a sex toy being wrenched from her behind by a giant with a vendetta. Her intestines and anal muscles, and what could only be described as the cohesive force of her shit wanting to join the rest of the pile, made the already lethal force of scat turn into a brown water rapid river of dung the likes of which an army would run terrified from. A dozen feet of shit exited her donut every few seconds as the barn rapidly climbed in capacity, twenty holes spewing shit from the sides as Ophelia would need to start shitting vertically to have any room left in the barn. But with only a few feet left, a sheer wall of scat over twenty-five feet tall towered behind her, Ophelia’s stomach had finally emptied itself of dung. Ophelia panted and shivered from the relief, her body practically steaming from the effort of unloading at least twenty elephants into the barn from her bowels.
But Ophelia’s stomach was still not empty. Let it be noted that mini-steaks paired with Herringal’s Grasp was apparently, a catastrophic combination as the delicious, tasty treats Ophelia had devoured possibly a hundred of, combined with holding in her shit for a record amount of time, had caused the worst dump from the southern coasts of Leta to the Plaguelands above it. Finally ending after nearly twenty minutes of shitting… Ophelia’s human stomach had shrunk completely. Ophelia was still groping her breast and drooling before the rational Ophelia in her mind smacked the horny Ophelia as a thought struck her like a bolt of lightning. Ophelia’s voice left her with a mixture of pure arousal, and primal fear.
“I haven’t farted yet…”
*GGGRRGGRRGROOOOORRWWWWGGRRLLLLLLEEEE!*
“What… Ophelia? What is- how is this possible!? My BARN!? WHAT DID YOU DO!?” Evan’s voice hit Ophelia’s ears as the delirious centauress saw her lover. Her second belly roared and writhed as the hurricane inside was fighting to get out, but Evan’s voice had made Ophelia stop for a second as her love had clenched fists and tears in his eyes.
“AHnnhhnn Evvaaan! You need to hnngg ruun!” Ophelia moaned with as much clarity and warning as she could as the turbulence inside her was hitting critical levels. Bumps and bulges forming all over her second belly as the gas inside merged into one apocalyptic fart, seeming to swell inside her as her donut once again puckered with the force of steel. Her equine stomach roared as it began swelling inches a second from Ophelia holding in the gas.
“RUN!? AFTER YOU DID-“ Evan was shouting now, but luckily for Ophelia a piece of the destroyed Barn’s roof fell off, hitting Evan on the head as Ophelia squealed in fear and lost control of her ass.
“EVAAAN!” Ophelia screamed with tears in her eyes, before a flash of black was in front of her her, two gorgeous wings unfurling as a familiar Pegasus had arrived. Her stormy coat contrasting her pale skin and grey eyes. “BLAKE!? Is that- NNNGGHH!” Ophelia winced as a colossal cramp hit her, her tail rising straight into the air as she had seconds till this fart came out, whether from her ass or after bursting her, her gas didn’t care at all for Ophelia’s feelings anymore.
Blake bowed before scooping up the unconscious Evan, holding a strange knife into the air and pointing it back out the barn, Blake threw the knife and with another black flash, the knife was back in her hand and they were both outside the barn as Blake shouted back “He will be just fine my lady! Enjoy yourself and be safe!” Blake said as she cast [Heal] on Evan. And for good measure, Blake reached into a pouch on her vest and pulled out a small vial of sleeping powder and fairy dust, sprinkling it on Evan before raising the knife again and teleporting once, twice, three times and the area in front of Ophelia was completely clear as if Kayle and Kallani and Evan had never existed!
“BBLLLAAAAKE! What did-NNGHGHHH! You dooOOOO!?” Ophelia held on for dear life as she could feel her intestines and colon bulging as far as they could as the gale inside reared its mighty head, stampeding inside her towards her anus that was woefully underprepared to handle it.
“Relax my lady! Hurry and let it all out! Everyone is okay!... For now…” Ophelia missed the last part of Blake’s statement. It was not made in fear of the monster about to erupt from Ophelia’s behind, but was dripping with venom as she stared at the unconscious… corpselike bodies of the three before her. Deciding they were safe on the grass in front of the porch out of sight, Blake took off to the sky to ascertain how much time her master had. The retainer quickly flying higher and higher as she spotted the first of the three groups she had seen on the way here. Blake wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead and nearly growled in anger before the Pegasus dived to the ground below.
“Ohhh Goodsss here it cooomes! AHHHGHHH!” Ophelia screamed as her second stomach roared and her donut opened wide, her body quaking in primal fear of the fart about to be born into the world and then stricken from the history books… if Ophelia didn’t burst like a great white firework from the force of the flatulence! Ophelia quickly put her front hooves down, aiming her massive, sensitive throbbing black donut directly at the ceiling as a trickle of white fog began to leak from it, like the warning signs that a highly pressurized container was about to explode and everyone in the vicinity was in danger. Ophelia panicked and clapped her hands over her ears as tightly as she could before her asshole couldn’t contain the eruption for a second longer, and her poor battered anus opened wide as the fart detonated out of her with the force to make dwarves cry and beg to be taught her mastery of the explosion.
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Ophelia screamed as her anus roared with the power of the god of thunder, as if her ass was trying to claim itself the new goddess of thunder! As if the Primal Elemental had manifested in her bowels, a great white hurricane battered the barn even more powerfully than her shitting had. The roof’s supports cracking instantly as Ophelia cupped her hands even tighter and screamed louder and louder as her asshole stretched even more than the monolithic cork that had plugged her before as her winds only kept growing. Ophelia usually loved farting, as much as she would dare anyone to even insinuate, she did! But this! This was IMMENSE! It was too much! Ophelia felt like she would be torn apart by her own fart as it only kept getting stronger! The great white plume of flowery flatulence buffeted the ceiling of the barn and even hurled the glacier of scat at it, the rafters being torn apart as Ophelia’s fart began lifting the roof of the barn into the air! An inch into the sky and several feet off the mark as the beauty of the day began to light up some of her turd mountain, then another few inches into the air as Ophelia’s knees and hooves dug deeper and deeper into the ground as she farted the roof towards the sky.
(AHHHH! THIS IS TOO MUCH OH GODS OH GODS MY ASS IS GONNA EXPLOOODE! BLLAAAKKE HEEELP I-I NEED TO STOP FARTIIIINGG!) Ophelia screamed inside her head and out loud, but no one could hear her cries. A few miles away the villagers heard the great trumpet, the signal of some heavenly manifestation as they were spurred to increase their pace. The fog around them thickening by the second as the wonderful flowery scent became almost chokingly thick and sweet. Miss G., Lord Yerren, and Mrs. Cory dreadfully worried as they were the only ones who knew the true nature of the noise and fog.
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Ophelia was usually amazing at controlling how loud her farts were, but this monster was treating her like nothing but a vessel for it. She had no control of her ass whatsoever, even though her willpower had been enough to stop shitting for a few seconds before despite the force of that. Telling her to stop farting at this point may as well have been as impossible as telling her to grab the sun. And while her body was shaken to the core by the immense power of the flatulence as it only kept picking up in power, even Blake surprised and unable to fly for fear of being blown out of the sky, Ophelia’s relief was something else entirely. Both little Ophelia’s in her mind were huddling together in fear as her a tsunami of relief flooded over them, her eyes rolling into her head as lower belly quaked and shrank an inch a second. Several feet of horse stomach to go as the fart thundered on past a minute, two, three minutes, before the roof of the barn lost every last bit of support. A chunk of seven feet wide broke first and went flying off into the distance as the white fart-nado kept trying to tear everything in it’s path away. Ophelia’s tail and hair were blown left and right from the wind coming from her ass as the speed of wind only picked up, becoming a concussive force fit to shatter castle walls as her donut continued aiming the fart cannon at the ceiling as best it could. Any scat that fell off the great mountain towards her was instantly blown to the sky to fertilize the fields a mile away, or pound into the ceiling over a hundred miles an hour.
Ophelia screamed in her head as she gave a bloodcurdling scream past her lips, her anus painfully stretching even more as impossibly, her fart had only gotten bigger. Ophelia let go of her ears as her brain was rattling around in her head, slamming her hands into the ground as a vein bulged in her neck and her face reddened with a strain she’d never experienced in her worst training sessions. Tearing a chunk of the earth away, Ophelia’s breasts bounced wildly as the hurricane inside her had completely moved towards the exit. Ophelia’s pussy began spraying cum just from how much pressure was being forced on her insides as the mythical bubble of gas pushed through. As if she was nothing but a wind tunnel, a centaur shaped tube of meat born to be a vessel for this divine wind, as if there had never been a noblewoman, a princess named Ophelia. Just a big fat white rump with a big black donut, born to push out the largest fart that Leta had ever seen. Ophelia’s ass was determined to be put on the record books of secret hyper farters, the most powerful and gassy women in history… said record book was often burned from existence just like any who would try to release the secret that a woman as beautiful as someone like Ophelia could make a hurricane not from magic, but from her ass cheeks. Ophelia’s second stomach felt like a hundred trapped wind spirits were raging inside and trying to get out, and looked pretty much as if that were true as foot thick bulges appeared all over as the fart hit the four minute mark. Ophelia’s brain was going completely numb as both little Ophelia’s in her head were drowning in relief and gas as Ophelia relinquished herself to the power of her stomach, accepting her role in life of having been born just to birth this legendary gas into the world and blanket as much of Dairfall as she could.
Ophelia’s eyes opened wide as the true force of her flatulence arrived with a deep gurgle and a tremor in her very core. (OOOGGHHGHJSSSHGHG! IMMM GUUNNNAAA DDIIIIIIEEEEEEE!)
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The fart fit for a goddess thundered even louder than ever before as seconds felt like minutes to Ophelia. Her bones creaking inside as the vessel for this divine wind was straining not to pop from the force of her ass. Ophelia felt like she was dying, experiencing the heavens, and experiencing the worst torments of the netherworld all at once as even her thoughts were simply blown away by her flatulence. She couldn’t tell if she was screaming, crying, cumming, or even breathing anymore as the fart thundered on past seven minutes. The villagers actually falling to their knees in fear as many of them thought the end times might be coming. Lord Yerren, Mrs. Cory and her husband began sprinting forwards with fear upon their face, leaving Miss G. behind as they ran through the blanket of white, the divine trumpet sounded as if it was coming all around them as wind blew their hair back, and the great white fog became chokingly thick. As if it were liquid white, flooding their lungs and filling it with Ophelia’s mark.
The barn’s roof that had survived so far was not simply lifted away and blasted apart by this sudden doubling of power, but rather disintegrated as wind stronger than the spells [Gale Blade], [Lesser Tornado], [Blast Wave], attacked it at once. Ophelia’s all natural tornado rose hundreds of feet into the sky as the poor centauress fought not to rip apart from the pressure between her huge white cheeks. The hyper fart spread her delicious alyssum scented gas farther and farther, thicker and sweeter as if everyone in the area was being smothered between her ass cheeks or directly in front of her lips. But even a Chosen hero wouldn’t survive if they were behind her ass right now. Only a legendary hero like the Golden Prince could stand and take the full force of her anus without being reduced to a splatter on the wall. But no such hero were here, and even if one was, what would they do? Cork an innocent centauress’ giga farting donut till she exploded as punishment for relieving her strained bowels? Ophelia farted on, or rather, her fart continued with or without her permission. Even reaching a seismic level as the young adults nearest to the epicenter of the fart-icane could feel the ground shaking beneath them. Even Jiren, the bravest and often stupidest of the youngsters of the village was on the ground with his hands clapped over his ears.
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Ophelia’s bones began to feel like jelly, and then powder as her fart roared on. Her gas getting closer and closer to Dairfall like an eldritch fog full of howling beasts, except the only beast around was her stomach. Having shrunk several feet, her fart was running out of fuel finally. Every second the fart went on, Ophelia felt like it may be her last. The centauress almost felt like her hearts had stopped, restarted, and stopped again from the power leaving her body. Even Blake was covering her ears, wide eyed and frantic as the fart just kept thundering on. The retainer fearing for her Master’s life and counting every second the fart kept going, praying to the gods and the Eternal Strider that Lady Ophelia could survive to the end of her anal labor.
The fart had shifted in pitch finally. Blake couldn’t even see a foot in front of her as the gas was so thick, clinging to her like a second skin as if Ophelia were trying to give Blake her love before departing to the other side… The booming-bellowing-bassy booms from Ophelia’s ass that made your body shake from the inside out, made the world shake at her might, had become a great airy tornado instead. Rising a bit higher and higher pitched. Blake knew what this meant and struggled not to cry and cheer. Her Master’s fart was running on fumes, she had survived! All she needed to do was keep it up and Blake could fix everything from here on out!
And finally… after ten whole minutes of etching her name in history. The Princess of Belise’s ass finished the ten minute hurricane with a monolithic cheek clapper that would have looked outright sinfully lewd if anyone could have seen it. With half of the mountain of shit behind her having been blasted over the barn walls or into the forests nearby, only a dozen elephants worth of dung were left as the echoes of the fart finally ended. An almost suffocating silence filling the air as Blake stumbled out of her hiding spot, crying and struggling to find the barn as Ophelia realized she was still alive.
Ophelia felt… empty… as if she couldn’t feel anything at all. Her legs were numb, yet the massive centauress could still stand… Ophelia was dazed… was she concussed from her own fart? Ophelia tried to look around but could not see anything but her own gas, tried to breathe but the result was the same. It was as if the fart had not just emptied her of all the pressure she’d ever felt, it was as if this dump and post dump fart had hollowed her out, leaving a shell of a centaur instead. Ophelia tried to speak. “Mmmmm~? Haaahnn… Aahh?” But only soft moans were all she could force from her lips.
“Lady Ophelia! LADY OPHELIA ARE YOU ALLRIGHT! Lady Opheliaaaa!” Blake was panicking as she stumbled around in the fog, going off memory she reached the barn as Ophelia’s ears perked up. Oh… that was good. Her ears still worked. Ophelia’s head tilted as she wondered if she would be this way forever now, until a tingle came from her still stuffed womb. The first feeling in a minute… and then the tingle quickly became a jolt of electricity so powerful Ophelia’s entire body spazzed as feelings rushed back to her and her womb ‘rebooted’ her brain with an orgasm to rival the one Evan gave her.
“JHHJHMNSASGHGHGHGHAAAA-EEEYYYYHHAAAAAA!!!!” Ophelia screamed her head off as her pussy sprayed like a fire hydrant once again, the aftershocks of her great, holy fart reverberating through her as her legs instantly gave out. As Blake made it just in time to catch Ophelia’s head, the centauress fainted standing up.
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Comments
Jcaxlive
Wow this part was amazing! Loved how it pretty much came down to the wire for the struggle and it was a pretty satisfying ending with that huge one!
