“Hey you!!!”
“Get back here!!!”
“Stop I say! STOP!!!”
Kyle ran as fast as his legs would carry him, weaving down this corridor, stumbling up a random set of stairs, anything to get away from no less than the royal guard... How did he get into this predicament, let alone into the castle? His morning flashed into his mind in fits and starts between twists and turns of the castle hallways...
Kyle was a lowly merchant’s son in the country of Tushini, ruled by the women of the Bombula family for gods knew how long. He had “inherited” the small rug shop from his father (see also, was forced to take over when his mother passed and his father took off somewhere). His father had never made much money, and Kyle, well... He made even less-so.
And so when the tax collectors came he found himself selling the shop to them to pay off his father’s debt, and was homeless at the ripe age of 20. With the despair of his situation not fully kicking in, he found himself aimlessly wandering through the capital, until when he finally noticed where he was, he felt very out of place.
He had wondered into the Queen’s district, a part of the town only the most successful merchants or highest appointed officials called home, let alone walked through like he was doing. Needless to say, he was getting more than a few withering stares as he walked through a part of town not meant for his eyes. Filled with awe that outweighed any embarrassment, he decided to continue exploring until he was undoubtedly shooed out. It’s not like I have a home to go back to anyway... He thought.
After seeing a suit of armor so shiny it hurt his eyes, a church so big his entire district could fit inside of it, and a private bath that must use more water in a day than he usually saw in a year, Kyle wasn’t sure if he should be inspired to work harder in life or despair in the fact that no matter how hard he tried he would never live here... So tangled in his thoughts, Kyle found himself wandering once again until he ran smack dab into the walls of none other than the castle itself.
The wall was so high he couldn’t even see the castle anymore beyond it, so wide he couldn’t see where it ended looking in either direction. With a sigh, he decided it should be time to find wherever he would be sleeping tonight... But something was itching at him. If the Queen’s District was this amazing... How spectacular must the castle be? If I have to go back... I’d like to see inside at least once... Knowing this would never be, he banged his fist against the wall, as if this would cause it to move... Until it suddenly did.
With the grinding of stone on stone, the portion of the wall he had hit moved away, slowly making room until it opened into a doorway to a set of stairs, leading down into some sort of tunnel. Everyone in Kyle’s district had heard rumors as kids that there were passages like these leading into the castle, but he never really thought he would ever find one... Ever instinct told him to flee, but... Can I really pass up an opportunity like this?
After only a moment’s more of hesitation and making sure he wasn’t see, Kyle quickly made his way inside, the door slowly closing behind him as he made his way down the stairs...
Kyle felt like an absolute idiot as he ran his hand along the tunnel wall. It had been great fun for a few moments—Until the door in the wall shut behind him, leaving him in complete and utter darkness. With the door unresponsive from this side, he pressed forward, but soon he wasn’t even sure this seemingly endless set of tunnels led to the castle. He was beginning to think he would be trapped down here forever when he turned a corner and slammed into a wall. After all that, a dead end?! Nearly fully in despair for the second time today, he almost didn’t recognize the stone on stone grating sound from before until another doorway had completely materialized in front of him once more.
Nearly laughing with glee, Kyle stepped through the doorway without a moment’s hesitation, glad to be out of that deathtrap. To his relief, whatever corridor he had been let out into was currently deserted. He could barely believe his eyes as he followed the hallway, the rugs he was walking on being more ornate than anything his father could get a hold of. Drapes worth more than his entire district adorned the walls, and when he eventually found a window up a small set of stairs, he was left speechless at the view onto the city. He had really made it into the castle!!! Jumping for joy, he couldn’t help but run down the corridor, to excited to explore the rest of the castle to really think about anything else... Like running smack dab into a pair of royal guards around the corner...
Now he had what felt like a whole garrison of them on his tail as he careened through the castle. In desperation for a place to hide, he decided to duck through the next door he came across. Bursting in a shutting the door behind himself, he took in the room around him and tried to catch his breath... Only to cough on a vile stench. He appeared to be in a very ornate bedroom, a very large bed with expensive linens all over it signifying the person was important but... the smell of BO and things that Kyle didn’t want to think about pointing more to someone of VERY common birth.
Hearing the guards clanging around outside looking for him, Kyle decided he didn’t have much time to complain and took the only action he could think of... Hiding under the covers. Quickly moving forward through the fetid air, he yanked the multitude of blankets aside-- To find a very disheveled woman in nothing but a very sheer nightgown.
He only had a moment to notice this before he was assaulted with a stench 20 times worse than the rest of the room, now unmistakably overpowering with the smell of a very dirty ass. So busy with fighting the urge to vomit, he barely was able to put a hand to her mouth before she screamed, hoping against hope he could convince her not to let the guards know he was there...
Agatha dreamed happily in blissful sleep, dreaming of her perfect prince. Almost a year had passed now since she had found out she would soon be Queen, and the now 19 year old had grown to meet the challenge, in more ways than one. Her already bulbous and non-proportionate hips were now well on their way to rivaling the Queen’s, and she had even put on a bit of pudge in the middle now, her breasts going up a size or two to follow suit. She had become much more self-dependent since the days before she was introduced to just how... Overpowering her mother’s butt could be, and this had led to a more mature version of herself. She relied on the servants much less, and took her position as princess much less for granted.
However, this self-reliance also led to a certain aspect of her only deepening... She loved her own stench (or “mark” as she called it). Although she was still appalled at what her mother could accomplish with her bum, she couldn’t help loving every bit of what her own body could produce. A favorite part of every night had become burying herself under as many covers as possible in order to keep everything in her own personal dutch oven. From the stench of her continuous sweat, the cheesy smell of feet, and especially the continuous bellowing of her butt, everything was trapped inside, and nothing was more of a turn-on—Well, except for one thing.
A thought had slowly taken root in her mind since her servant-turned-“mentor” Priscilla’s son had helped her get dressed last year. Sure, it was amazing to be able to enjoy the stench her body could produce, but... Wouldn’t it be even moreso to be able to share it with someone? Even she had to admit that her smells were very near reaching her mother’s levels of atrocity, so she would settle for anyone who would even just put up with the smell to be around her. And maybe... Just maybe... Over time... They could learn to like it too? The very thought of this made her even more turned on (a mean feat at this point), but it had caused it’s own problems.
Her mother was more than happy in her progress towards her being a proper queen, but when it came to finding a suitor... Whenever one showed, she couldn’t help but give them a little test or two. It... Never ended well. Once she had refused to bathe, and the poor guy couldn’t even stand next to her. Another time she actually farted, only once, and it was enough to send the suitor and his entire entourage running for the hills.
Grumbling a bit in her sleep, she subconsciously steered her thoughts back towards her smells... When she suddenly felt very cold as her covers were snatched away. At first she assumed it was Priscilla, but instead as her vision cleared she saw... a man. His plain looking clothes couldn’t look more out of place in the castle life she was used to, but he was tall, fairly muscular, a mess of brown hair adorned his head, and his sea green eyes were peering into her own—
Agatha shook herself out of her still turned on daze, opening her mouth to scream bloody murder about an intruder when the brute suddenly put his hand to her mouth...
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