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Brap Battle Trading Card Game
Instead of a typical story, I wanted to delve into my idea for a fart-fetish Card-battling game (Brap Battle TCG) and give sort of an introduction story for some of the original characters that will appear in it. Rusia, the Goblin Queen. I ran through the dark jungle with more adrenaline than I thought was possible. I spear shot past my head; I was in trouble. My party members never made light of the dangers of this jungle, mostly due to the goblins that inhabited it. What was once considered a pesky nuisance of a monster slowly, but surely, evolved into a scrappy clan of malicious thieves that could ransack a village of riches & life within an hour. I was currently being chased by a crowd of them, and I didn’t know the exit. Thankfully, a short underbrush contained a cave that I could slide into. I dove into it head-first with no care for safety; as long as they didn’t see me, I could douse myself in a bottled monster-stench that would run them off. But I couldn’t find it. Nowhere in my bag did I feel the vial given to me by my healer. Before I knew it, the goblins found me. I was surprised by how meticulous they were when binding me. They didn’t threaten me thankfully; although, I was on my best behavior around them, knowing what they were capable of if they knew a threat was present. My heart-rate flourished as I let them tie my arms behind my back, then put a leash on me, before dragging me away from the hole that I seeked asylum in. We walked for ages until the sound of society ahead made me look up. Dozens of goblin-sized buildings dotted the jungle floor; some led to the underground. Among the shocking sight of a proper goblin society, I was astonished that they were letting me see it. Stories depict goblins as murderous fiends. That stuck with me though; why wouldn’t they just kill me off the bat? The troop that captured me led me toward a larger hutt. Inside, a feminine voice was dishing orders, followed by another troop leaving the building. I could recognize royalty from that; they were taking me to their leader. As we walked into the hutt, I was taken aback by the abundant riches piling up on the dirt-floor. Golden relics, some jewels that were clearly robbed from mages, and shiny weapons & armor, taken from reckless newbie adventurers. I groveled at the carelessly-placed treasure for a bit, but soon had my attention redirected. “Human.” The feminine voice hissed. I turned to see one of the goblins, a petite-but-chubby female, sitting on a throne made of twigs & foliage. She was wearing a pelt-robe & fur collar, with a twig tiara that adorned her long, messy dark-brown hair. “You serve me.” As she said that, the other goblins threw me down to my knees. She stood up & approached me, grabbing my leash firmly. She then tugged me toward the throne. I was struggling to keep my balance, and her pulling me harder eventually made me stumble. I landed on my butt; my back hit her throne at a sharp angle, making me wince from the pain. Before I could open my eyes, the Goblin Queen jumped up onto her throne; I looked up to see her looking down at me over her shoulder. She threw her robes off toward her lackey’s, revealing a spandex-like unitard that clinged to her body tightly; her butt occupied my sight. I wasn’t given a moment to react before she jumped up, landing on my head with aplomb. My face sank into her backside, and after a panicked breath, I realized just how fucked I was. Her butt smelled absolutely revolting, and I gagged involuntarily. The Goblin Queen nestled calmly onto my face. I tried to turn my head, but her weight was enough to keep me locked in place, paired with the ropes tying my arms together. Brrrpt! As if the smell couldn’t get worse, a short horn-sounding fart filled my nose. I jolted from the smell of digested, probably rotten meat. I had experienced some fickle stenches in my time, but this was easily the most nauseating. “Sniff, human.” She commanded, stomping her sharp foot into my stomach hard. I whined as she dominated me, and I reluctantly sniffed her fetid butt. Pbrrrrt “Sniff again!” She said in a joyful tone. I hated to oblige her sick, cruel wishes, but I inhaled her next fart. I broke out in a fit of coughs, making her giggle above me. “Hehehehehe~” ‘Mph-” I couldn’t help but gag from the smell. Her ass was strictly revolting. Brrpt! Prrrbt! Ssrrt “MMPH- *hrrk*” I tried again to turn my head, but it was fruitless. The Goblin Queen assigned me to be her fart-sniffing cushion. Wrrrpt! Pffffffffff… “Hehehehe~” She giggled after her most lethal fart filled my nose; an airy, dense SBD that broke me. I vomited in my mouth, but her weight kept my lips from separating. I cried as I was forced to swallow, knowing it would surely come back up if this torture continued. Pfff… bbrbrrbbrbrbbrbpt Her latest fart was much longer than the others, and my body struggled to bear it in comparison. I thrashed underneath her. The Queen then made an odd noise above, as if calling to attention. And after she did, I felt multiple hands on both of my legs. She called over her lackey’s to hold me down. She then stomped on my stomach multiple times. I screamed as her heels repeatedly gunned my torso, making me heave for air after she was finished. In turn, I took deep, unwavering breaths from her ass. Pffff… pfff… pffbbrrrpt! She farted every time I inhaled, and my pained body gulped them up without even realizing. I puked in my mouth again; her torture was more cruel than I even imagined a Goblin’s cruelty to be. … … The torment continued for ages until Rusia grew bored. Her human slave was growing weaker and weaker, until ultimately becoming limp. The Goblin Queen stood up & looked down at her cushion; their eyes were rolled to the back of their head & they were shuddering. She broke another one. “Snurf gob dun huzgak!” She huffed, seeking another human to make suffer. The goblins nodded before leaving the hutt. And as they did, she heard one of her patrols from earlier returning. “Plok diznak in drokul.” She snapped her sharp fingers toward the dungeon door. Her guards grabbed her old cushion & dragged them into it, locking them in her prisoner-containment. The next patrol walked in, dragging a crying human with them before shoving them onto the ground. Rusia smirked as she saw the fear in their eyes. “Human.” Eimi, the Faceless Ghost I tossed my beer bottle into a dark alley as I walked back home from my girlfriend’s house. She & I aren’t doing the hottest; one little argument resulted in a physical altercation that I, of course, came out on top of. Some people look down on it, but she swung first. I arrived at my apartment & walked inside. I was ready to hit the hay, and felt my shoulders loosen up as I walked upstairs & approached my door. As I walked inside, I unbuckled my jeans & kicked them off as I walked to my bedroom, where I practically dove onto the bed, still wearing my shirt & jacket. As I snuggled into my cool mattress & pillow, I dozed off. … I woke up in the middle of the night in a cold, uncomfortable sweat. My entire body was stiff, and all I could do was look around my room without turning my head. Was this sleep-paralysis? I always heard about it, but I never thought I would experience it. And just as I dwelled on that, I noticed an ominous figure in the corner of my bedroom. A tall, feminine figure, with dark purple skin & messy black hair that draped down to her waist. I tried to look into her eyes, but she didn’t have a face. There’s that demon that everyone talks about. Except it wasn’t as horrific as I expected it to be. In reality, she was pretty attractive. Disregarding the lack of a face, her figure was simply voluptuous; thick thighs, large breasts, and no clothes to cover those curves. How I could make out every corner of her body in my now-dark bedroom was beyond me. But my attraction faded as her figure grew. She slid toward me, and I couldn’t move. I tried, but try as I might, I was completely anchored to the bed. The Faceless Ghost stood over me with a colossal height. Her head just barely missed the ceiling, and my room was nearly 9 feet in height. Despite having no eyes, I could feel her gazing into my soul. I wanted to scream, but I was frozen. I grew worried as she then moved her body for the first time, sliding her leg onto my mattress. Despite the hefty appearance, she didn’t move my mattress. The Ghost then swung her leg over my body, presenting me with a sight that would’ve otherwise enticed me; a bountiful ass. It was massive, but not to a morbidly-gross degree. It even made me wonder if I was having a good dream. That was until she lowered her hips. I watched the room go darker as her ass came down onto my face, enveloping my head with ease. My face then grew colder as her butt engulfed my face. I then noticed my breathing grow extraordinarily difficult. By that, I mean I couldn’t breathe at all. No matter how hard I inhaled through my nose, it was completely blocked by the flesh of this entity. Despite that though, an obvious unpleasant stench came from her ass. I shuddered after a minute of her sitting on my face. I saw pure blackness, and despite her seeming-weightlessness prior, she was crushing me further into the mattress. The Faceless Ghost seemed to sink into my bed, dragging me down with her. Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss… During my efforts at trying to get a breath, I was unpleasantly surprised with a freezing stream of silent, foul air shooting into my nose. The smell of rotting meat filled my nasal passage, making me wish I could scream. I wanted to scream. I wanted to move. Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss…… A longer stream of fetid gas then seeped into my nasal passage. It smelled worse than the last, and continued for ages. The entire time, I wished my body would react. If I could, I would’ve surely puked by now. Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss… Make it stop, PLEASE make it stop. Every time I think she’s done, she farts again. I felt my insides grow colder as she smothered me with her gassy backside. Ssssssssssssssssssssss… My nose began to hurt from the influx of icy gas. The inside of my nose was in pain; her gas permeated my respiratory system with an undying smell of pure rot. I then realized how badly my lungs were aching. I was struggling before, but they felt like they were imploding now. It didn’t matter how hard I fought; she kept me down, and continued making me smell her horrific farts. Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss… What did I do to deserve this?! PLEASE, I just want to be let go. I can’t breathe because of her. Ssssssssssssssssssssssss… My vision began to change; speckles of light appeared, as if a night-sky was displayed. I saw thousands of stars dotting the empty void behind them. They were pleasant. … … … Masaki approached the apartment the next day, wishing she could end things with her boyfriend. They had a rough night last night; she hated to admit it, but she couldn’t be with him anymore. As she walked upstairs though, she noticed his door was open; paramedics were wheeling a bodybag out. “O-Oh god, what happened?” Masaki asked with wide eyes. “I-Is that John?” “...” The paramedics looked at each other before turning back to her. “I-I’m sorry, darlin’.” Masaki looked down at the body-bag. She just had an argument with him last night, and now… he wasn’t here anymore. “Hey- nobody enters this floor.” Someone from inside the room said; a man wearing detective clothes & a badge. “Are you familiar with him? If not, you need to leave.” “H-He was my boyfriend..” Masaki answered. The man adopted a more sorrowful expression. “Oh… Well, I’m sorry. He stopped breathing in his sleep last night.” The man elaborated. “H-How?” Masaki began to cry. “We aren’t sure yet. But I think it has something to do with the AC. It was freezing in here when I entered.” As he said that, Masaki felt a chill run along her skin briefly. It faded away eerily quickly. “Do you want to take a moment to say goodbye?” The man offered. Masaki looked down at the body-bag again. “Or did you come back because you forgot something? I’ll have to keep an eye on you if you need to retrieve an item.” Masaki did have a sweatshirt that she left here. With nothing better to do, she nodded. “A sweatshirt.” The two walked into the apartment as the paramedics wheeled the body out. Masaki looked around the apartment until arriving at the bedroom. Surely enough, her sweatshirt was laying on the floor, in the same spot that it was in last week. As she prepared to walk out though, she noticed something in the mirror above his dresser; a Japanese sentence. She grew up in America, but knew enough of her native dialect to decipher it. “Eimi-san ga tōchaku shimashita” Eimi has arrived. |
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