Editor's note: this story contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sex.
Warning: The following story contains depictions of Fart/Scat fetish material as well as unaware wrongful imprisonment.
Life Restart Part 2 -- A dangerous encounter!
Nature truly was a beautiful thing, the myriad of vibrant colours that swayed and shifted with the light of the sun, the ambience of singing birds and rustling leaves that flowed on the fresh spring breeze. Dreaming youths who knew not but the confines of their small towns and villages long for such a scenery, one that would greatly expand their narrowed horizons. The unseen world was one of the greatest motivators that birthed new adventurers every day.
However not every new adventurer was quite up to task.
"Haa...haa...haaah!"
Creeping along a lonely mountain trail at a snail's pace was the chubby figure of a crudely equipped adventurer that looked worse for wear. Using a large stick she'd found somewhere to support her unsteady gait, Hipple trudged along the dirt trail, her short sword rattling in its sheathe and breaking the serene ambiance of the surrounding forestry.
Her face was haggard, and her breathing was laboured, the rays of the midday sun bore down on her, causing the heavy sweat covering her brownish-grey body to glisten.
It had been a little over two hours since she'd left the guild in order to complete her first quest. The task stipulated was the subjugation of Evil Eyes occupying the Northern Range.
Truthfully speaking, this was a dangerous quest that she shouldn't have taken given her severe lack of experience, however the guild was unable to deny her as it had technically fell within the bounds of her rank. The system was young and still held many flaws that needed to be worked out.
And when looking at Hipple's current state, it was evident that her endurance wasn't factored into her rank.
"Haa...can't go on...need...rest."
In the end the Troll could go no further and finally ended up collapsing on her butt at the base of a thick tree. She was already burnt out before even entering battle, her limbs were heavy, and her clothes were absolutely drenched in sweat.
Thankfully, she at least had the magic panties to take care of her accumulating swamp ass. She may be able to chop a small tree down with her sword but hiking was something she didn't seem built for.
"Whoo, I'll just take a little...nap...zzzzz."
It seemed like she wasn't built for adventuring either as Hipple quickly and easily made one of the greatest mistakes an adventurer could possibly make, falling into a deep sleep in the wilderness. This was a mistake that could easily prove fatal, especially when near the habitat of monsters. Even a complete novice like Hipple should have known better, yet the troll simply snored away, completely defenceless.
In the end there was only one other entity still painfully conscious on the scene, the pair of panties wedge firmly in the troll sweat-soaked crack.
Jason was really put through the wringer the entire morning. From having to absorb the trolls terrible morning gas, to sucking up her nervous farts at the guild and now soaking up all the greasy sweat that pooled on her ass cheeks and on the inside of her crack. Throughout the entire hour plus trek into these mountains, he'd probably swallowed a gallon of murky juice from her grimy swamp ass. The taste was nowhere near the foulest he'd experienced so far, but that didn't mean it any easier to get used to.
Jason couldn't help but have dark intrusive thoughts as he was smothered to the ground by the trolls heavy butt. Thoughts that maybe some aggressive monster would happen upon them and put him out of his misery. However, he was truly conflicted in these thoughts as no matter what he'd been put through, from a certain perspective, the troll was simply an innocent being whom partook in his torment unknowingly.
Jason wasn't cruel or heartless enough to wish death upon her for his own convenience.
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The human underwear continued to war with his inherent morality that was being constantly shaken with every fart that sputtered from the sleeping troll's behind. In a situation where all of his senses were occupied in trying to endure his stinky torment, some ambiguous figures were allowed to approach without anyone noticing. But then again, even if he did notice their approach, there was absolutely nothing he could do in his current state.
FFFRRrsSSSHHhhhhrrrsssststttttt
Jason was just choking down a hot silent fart that filled his metaphorical gullet out of nowhere, when all of a sudden, he felt movement in the trolls pudgy legs. He was thinking that she'd taken a surprisingly short nap only to have his thoughts change at the sudden feeling of being lifted into the air. Jason had no idea what was going on, it felt like the troll's limbs were moving, however he felt no flexing of her glutes which led him to believe that her body was actually being moved by something.
He had just formed this thought when suddenly, something that felt like a long, thick, snake-like tendril wormed it's way into the trolls leather pants and rubbed right up against him!
[What the fu-!]
Jason's thoughts were silenced as the slick, muscley tendril ran in between the troll's fat thighs from the front and pressed itself into the crack of her butt. Just like that it began to slide back and forth, thoroughly rubbing and grinding Jason's 'face' into the trolls funky snatch and swampy butt crack at the same time!
Jason let out a silent scream as he was made to taste her hot, slimy folds hidden within her puffy pussy lips. The atomic wedgie caused him to have to mop up all the ass grime that he'd been able to avoid so far. Unfortunately for him, the taste and smell had only deepened with age, making the experience for him much worse than it needed to be!
There were many thoughts racing through Jason's frazzled mind, but most of all he wanted to know what the hell was going on and why the damn troll was still snoring away even now!
Within the forest, a common blue jay was bearing witness to an odd scene it had never seen before.
A trio of large round objects, as large as a human child, were floating around a much larger, greyish-brown figure that was suspended mid-air amidst them.
Long, wriggly tentacles were projected from the bodies of the round monsters, tentacles they used to grope about the body of the slumbering troll.
If Jason were to see this scene right now, he would smack his non-existent forehead at this display of dumb luck.
