{Originally written by Dudebroman on Princess Fiona Interactive/Torture}
Princess Fiona shifts up so that her substantial weight is entirely on your face. "You know how I said my farts would get worse? You're really about to taste me now, whelp." As you begin to wonder if it's possible to choke on a fart, Fiona rips a 20-second monster of a fart down your throat. You can only imagine that this is what swamps and hell taste like. And maybe a hint of rotten cabbage. Yeah, definitely a hint- as your mind begins to fog up and trail off, you're jerked back to reality by a rather sputtering fart. It takes every fiber of your being to not vomit onto her ass.
"Tell you what," says Fiona, "I don't think you're getting a good enough taste of what I'm so graciously giving you, so I'm going to give you an option. Either one, I fart in your mouth for another four hours, or two, you stick your tongue in my ass, and your mouth gets a break after five minutes." As revolting as the notion sounded, four more hours seemed like it would kill you, so you agree to get your tongue dirty. Fiona spreads her cheeks, and you force your tongue into her anus, only to realize that five minutes of this will be worse than a day of her farting in your mouth. If those farts were akin to a barrel of toxic waste, you were licking an ocean of it now. Oddly enough, the inside of her ass felt fairly smooth to your tongue. It was as if her body didn't produce any poop, just enough gas to compensate for it a hundred fold. "Well, now that we're all nice and intimate, let's see about turning your tongue green." Fiona immediately begins to vent as much gas as she can in five minutes. You can't hear anything, but you can feel them crawling around and over your tongue like some kind of slug made out of pure hate and oh god, can you taste them. Rotten meat would be a delicacy next to this. You would have blacked out immediately, but for Fiona slapping you around to keep you awake.
After what feels like an eternity, the five minutes pass, and Fiona...
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