Warning: The following story contains graphic depictions of Fart Fetish material and Watersports.
Spiritual Debauchery Part 2 - Take a whiff, save a life.
Written by HumbleHeretic
[The battles are heating up now as we make our way into the semi-finals. Surprisingly, we had a few fan favourites drop out early!]
[Well, it's not that surprising. Last's year's winner won't always make it far, especially with all of the gyms ramping up on investments lately. We're seeing a few underdogs making a name for themselves this year!]
[And boy does it make for a surprising show, the turn out this year has been absolutely phenomenal!]
The camera panned over to the audience stands that were packed to the limit, eliciting a loud cheer and a wave from the excited spectators.
The Regionals had become an event popular enough for seats to be sold out mere hours after booking went live. Those that couldn't make it into the venue instead formed large crowds around the massive stadium while watching in excitement upon the large projections hung up all around the stadium.
On the screen was the scene of two Masters facing off, each with impressive looking spirits that gave off auras of dominance. The two displayed a level of control unbefitting of those their age as they fought.
One had obviously been nurtured by his clan from a young age while the young lady opposite of him seemed to have brought herself up to where she was through hard work and perseverance.
It was exactly the type of match-up that made the crowd most excited.
[Waaaahhhh!!!!!]
The sound of the crowd's cheering bled through the speakers below your TV.
While most people your age were in the stadiums, in the crowds, or watching at a cineplex, you were sitting on your living room floor while watching on your regular old flatscreen.
Others may find it disappointing, however you were more than satisfied with your current set-up. And a big reason for this was that you had already experienced all that the Regionals had to offer, for you had already been on the very centre stage that was producing all of the hype.
You vaguely recalled when you had stood on the field with your one and only partner. Things had been exciting at first, however the mood of the entire competition changed as the matches progressed, the cause of this being the way you had effortlessly swept through the entire roster with little to no suspense. At the end of the day, the Regionals were an event meant to draw a crowd, however, how many people actually wanted to see fight after fight where the expected result was achieved in an instant? It certainly did a lot to damage the event's ratings.
It was for this reason that you had gracefully stepped down from the stage, or at least that was how you described the outcome to others when they asked about it. You weren't exactly all that keen on telling people that you'd received an indefinite ban from participation after unsuccessfully trying to refute a two-year suspension.
But the past was the past, and now you were more that satisfied with watching the events at home, outside of the spotlight while chilling alongside your partner. And speaking of your partner...
Crunch!
A crunch was heard amidst the cheering, and you looked down at Emherald who was laying her upper body across your lap. Her long silver hair cascaded down your thigh and her large ear thingies were perked up as if she were listening intently at the announcements. However, the expression on her face was one of boredom as she reached her hand back into the bag resting on your knees. Between her claws as she pulled her hand out of the bag was a large cookie with a hard crust that she then brought to her maw and crunched down on, causing crumbs to fall on your lap.
With your Primordial Spirit around, there was hardly a need to work hard to earn money as all it took was casually sweeping through a mystic zone to earn you a tidy living. Most of your days were therefore spent in relaxation. While you lazed about, Emherald would often come along and wordlessly snuggle up to you, using your body like some sort of pillow like what she was doing right now.
It was a truly tranquil scene when looking in from the outside, however you were unable to relax as you watched the gluttonous spirit down one bag of snacks after the other. Already there was a small pile of plastic bags and rappers forming near where her large tail swished about on the carpet.
One thing to know about spirits was that they didn't actually need food to survive. They mostly sustained themselves on the naturally occurring spiritual energy present in the world. The powerful ones like Emherald especially thrived on this energy.
Despite this there were still people who fed their spirits with specially made snacks, however human food was a big no-go.
Different spirits tended to react differently to the introduction of foreign matter into their systems, most of these reactions were negative. Therefore, it was a common rule of thumb to never feed your spirit with human foods without doing thorough research into their physiology.
And yet here you were letting your spirit gorge herself, on junk food no less. Others would be sure to condemn you if they saw this scene, however you knew better than anyone that human food posed little to no problem to Emherald. As a matter of fact, she regularly ate what you ate when you ate it. It wasn't like she actually needed to consume anything, it was more so that she simply enjoyed the taste.
However, this didn't mean that she was completely free from the adverse effects of her vanity. It was right to say that human food posed little to no problem to Emherald, however that was speaking only for the Spirit herself. In regard to those around her at the time, there was an issue that could actually prove catastrophic if not handled properly.
GRRRRLLKKGGG
As if on cue, a concerning noise was heard from the Spirit's belly, and this was the most basic indicator that it was time to fulfil your daily duties as Emherald's master.
