Warning: The following story contains depictions of Fart/Scat fetish material as well as unaware wrongful imprisonment.
Life Restart Part 3 -- A 'Terrible' Curse
Things had been going well for Hipple lately. The Troll may have been a bit simple, however she was able to learn from her mistakes and had been having greater success on quests ever since her first one that had almost ended in tragedy.
From gathering quests, escorts and subjugations, the Troll was slowly racking up more and more experience. Her rank was especially on the rise since she began regularly bringing in drops from Evil Eyes that were the bane of all novice adventurers. There were many speculations among people of how she was able to accomplish such a thing, however while the Guild may have been young, there was still a proper confidentiality act being upheld. And naturally, there was no way the Troll would go out of her way to explain her special method.
A big change that came with Hipple's recent success was that other adventurer parties also started to pay more attention to her. She'd even recently been invited to a party for a subjugation quest, which the Troll enthusiastically accepted.
That party was now on route toward the area designated in the quest.
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"Hey, you doing okay back there?!"
A loud shout broke through the noise of galloping hooves. The speaker, a half-elf young man with short brown hair and emerald eyes. He wore a set of exquisite leather armour and slung on his back was a bow that faintly radiated an emerald light, along with a quiver of arrows.
"Y-yeah...I'm doing just fine!"
A response came equally as loudly from the back of the five-man formation.
Travelling along the dirt trail were 5 people on horseback, and it was obvious at a glance that they were an adventurer party.
The frontrunner was the aforementioned half-elf, a rarely encountered species of sub-humans. His positioning in the formation, despite his being a ranger, indicated his role as the party's leader.
Following right behind him was an odd combination of two humans and another sub-human.
One of the humans was a light mage male specialized in support and healing while the other was a sorceress specialized in hexes and curses. Then there was the sub-human that was the favourite frontline of any party, a pure-blooded ogre, or an ogress in this case.
She had light, blueish purple skin while her hair that was tied into a long-braided ponytail was cream coloured, the same as her eyebrows and long eyelashes. Long, pearly white canines peaked from her plump lips that instead of making her appear ugly, actually complimented her face that was oddly pretty for an ogre.
Her well-toned body was adorned with leather armour that accentuated her bountiful bust while a great sword and buckler were equipped on her person, a strange combination if not for the ogres' extraordinary strength.
Last in line was a familiar troll girl who was having her very first horse riding experience.
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The horse under her slightly jolted from the noise that only it could barely make out while being so close.
The Troll was sorry for startling the poor creature but there wasn't much to be done about the situation.
This was Hipple's very first quest as part of a party and there was no way she wouldn't be nervous about her performance. It also didn't help that she was riding a horse for the first time, and at a speed that could prove dangerous should she fall off.
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It also didn't help that the horse would jolt every time a nervous fart blasted from her behind, causing her to only grow more nervous and creating a vicious cycle of more and more gas building up in her gut. It was a good thing then that she was placed at the back of the advancing party. This way she was able to hide the sound of her raunchy ass blasts that she worried would be made out among the loudly galloping hooves.
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The positioning also made it so that there was nobody downwind of her tooting popper. But then again, this concern was more of a paranoia as any gas that left her shitter would be fully absorbed by her magical panties. And speaking of which...
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That one felt to Jason like he'd swallowed a pint of hot, rotten cheese sauce. As he retched on the horrid stink of the gut bomb, he couldn't help but think that there were many situations where the dorky troll seemed to get nervous.
The human panties had huffed on and tasted many different types of the Troll's farts and her nervous poots ranked among the top in terms of foulness!
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What made the situation even worse was the way in which the saddle caused him to sink deep into her swampy crack! His "nose" was glued right to her funky fart-spewing shithole while his "mouth" enveloped her musty snatch.
The rough ride that she wasn't used to was causing the Troll to grow inadvertently excited as the saddle rubbed roughly against her crotch. Tangy pussy juices constantly leaked out and slid along Jason's "tongue" and down his "throat" as he was made to involuntary eat the Troll out!
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Of course, this was all happening while his "nostrils" were being barraged by her rancid shit vapour!
The party's destination was a good ways out of town, meaning that all of them, especially the pair of living underwear, were in for a long ride. Along the way, Jason was growing more of a connoisseur of the Troll's putrid poots. Dry ones that burnt as they filled him, wet ones that splattered him in butt slime, those were especially heinous as they would take a little longer to absorb, the horrible smell assaulting his senses all the while.
At some point in the journey, Jason felt the Troll shift slightly in her seat.
[Is she going to-]
No sooner had he thought that before a thick deluge of a familiar tasting hot liquid filled his mouth. A slight yellow discolouration in his fabric showed for a split second and disappeared as quickly as it came! Hot, acrid troll piss washed over his "tongue" and gushed down his "throat" as the Troll seemed to find enough leeway during the ride to relieve her huge bladder!
This was nowhere near Jason's first time sipping on frothy troll pee, however he never got used to the taste as the steaming urine gushed down his gullet with enough force to make one wonder if she'd been holding it for days!
Apparently, Hipple had been reading the adventure handbook and had learned how important it was to take care of one's body. Therefore, her fluid intake had increased as of late, and this naturally led to her having to take more frequent trips to the little troll's room. But what was inconvenient to some was nary an issue to her who had a mobile chamber pot always at the ready.
And speaking of which, the Troll had also been eating quite well ever since she'd gained success as an adventurer. A result of this were her farts growing even more potent than before...
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...as well as an increase in the "by-product" that naturally came with a more bountiful diet.
While the Troll probably wasn't in a comfortable enough position to do *that* during the ride, the particular smell of the fart he'd just choked down informed Jason that his own *mealtime* would be upon him soon enough.