Back at Chrysalis' dark, rocky castle, you almost immediately find yourself pinned between a wall and your new owner's curvy queen-rear. Your face is squished hard between her powerful, clinging asscheeks. Her rump has you placed in a headlock with your nose naturally placed right against her tight, stinky musk-hole.

"Sniff, Pet."

With thoughts of pure regret, you obey your queen and inhale the stinky air her unwashed plot has to offer. The cloyent stench oozing off of her rectum, is as sickeningly overpowering as you remember, and the queen giggles at the occasional sounds of your reflexive gagging, caused by the musky smell.

"Keep sniffing, like a good pet, and I'll feed your lungs with my gas." - The queen announces, voice rich with both dominance and sadistic excitement.

She tenses and strains her body, before bathing your unprepared face with a long quiet discharge of queenly ass gas. Upon her first foul eruption, before you've even got time to inhale her death-cloud, she sighs audibly, as she forces out a second, and then a third smelly hisssss, feeding your lungs with far, far stinkier air than what you were breathing a moment ago when her ass sweat and dirty anus were all you had to endure.

Just calling these foul emissions far, far stinkier than her natural plot-scent would be an understatement. They smell absolutely terrible. They are far more potent than anything she unleashed upon you during your previous torture session with her.

You find yourself, coughing and gagging at the horrible, putrid stench of the foulest farts she has made you smell.

The queen is amused by your obvious suffering, and she wiggles her ass in your face, as she laughs at your displeasure.

"You better get used to huff up my farts like this, because this is your purpose now. To serve your queen as her own, personal fart sniffer." - She licks her lips, as she has gotten a habit of doing while torturing you.

"Amongst other degrading things."

She gasses you again, but rather than the foul farts leaking out like from a cracked air-pipe, she blasts your face, with a raunchy, forceful eruption, showering you with her damp, nasty flatulence, and as her long deadly fart turns moist for a moment, her anus becomes like a spray can, as anal fluid rains like tiny droplets on your face, being pushed out by her vigorous gassing. to top it off, as if her rump polluting the air to a greater extent than the exhaust pipe of an eighteen wheeler wasn't awful enough, these vapors are even more potent in smell than her previous hissing farts, making you puke in your mouth as you inhale the ungodly concoction.

The overwhelming force of her ass-blast, fills the air with her brand to such an extent that she herself catches a whiff of it, and she lets out a cough as she realizes just how stinky her farts have become.

"Cough* Argh - Urghhhh, Fuck, what a stinker!"

She flaps her insect-like wings, in an effort to keep the sickening, eggy, putrid stench away from her own sense of smell while she continues to torture you with her bug fumes.

"WHAT the fuck are you doing back there, Pet? Cough*. Urrrrrrgh, it REEKS. Sniff harder!!" - She demands loudly as she continues to have to deal with trace amounts of her own nasty fart-stench.

You barely hear what she's saying as your ears are ringing due to your immense nausea. You feel like you're drowning in a tarn of boiling sulfur, located at the top of a mountain made of decaying broccoli, whilst having your head shoved up a dead dragons asshole.

"EEEEW! These are AWFUL!" - Your queen shouts, buzzing her wings as fast as possible in an effort to keep her stench away from her own sense of smell.

"Gag*. You awful, awful pet. You're supposed to sniff all my farts up, leaving no trace for me. I promise you, I will punish you severely for making me smell this!!" - She shouts angrily, distressed by her own odor.

She steps forward, letting your limb body fall to the ground.

"These are far too stinky to release into the open air." - She says as she picks you up with her tail and gallops away from the contaminated area as fast as she can.

"I'll give you the rest of these in the fart chamber. Down there you will have to huff it all up!"

Author's Note

I decided to make few shoter chapters, instead of one long one, mainly to have a part without any scat. I think The Dark Wolf would appriciate that, since his vote only went to Chrissy to avoid that.

But I also just happen to like this format. Makes it so you can pick and choose what part of a story you wish to clop to pretty easily. (Plus I like having a cloppy cliffhanger for some reason... )

I think most of the people who doesn't want to read this has blocked me by now, so I don't think doing this will flood the front page too much.