Furina's Saxxy Showtime V2 P3

Oh noes. Here it comes! The butt.

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Furina glared daggers at her belly, trying to channel that same expression Arlecchino had given her months ago, one she admittedly still had nightmares and a few wet dreams over. Even without the immense power of her Vision, Furina’s acting skills worked wonders at mimicking that same cold, cruel, haunting expression. As if the life in front of you held no more significance than a dirty stain on a piece of cloth, that slipping a dagger between your ribs would be forgotten faster than last week’s headlines.

If anyone besides the Salon Solitaire saw the expression on Furina’s face, they might have run screaming. Even Clorinde and Chevreuse would have taken a step back before steeling themselves. Whether that would work on Arlecchino and Neuvillette was up for debate, but one thing was for sure.

It had no effect on her belly.

Grrmbmbblle~

Her belly growled back with what must have been mischievous glee as Furina’s cruel glare broke in a moment, her anger swirling like a current back into a state of melancholy as Furina rubbed her stomach.

BZZZZ-BZZZZZ!

Furina’s eyes tore open in horror as a noise hit her with almost equal levels of dread as being attacked late in the night by the Knave months ago. The new buzzer Estelle had installed for the apartment!

“A guest!? A tenant!? A person with a noise complaint!? Oh no- oh no oh no that must be it! Someone finally figured out the truth of all those horrible noises and they are coming to arrest me for causing public disturbances with my bottom! Nooo noo I- I can’t handle that!” Furina’s mood flowed from melancholy into depression panicking in moments as she grabbed her head and wailed into her bubbling belly. The Salon Solitaire panicked alongside her as Mademoiselle Crabaletta headed to the kitchen to grab a knife if Furina needed defending.

BBZZZZZ-BBZZZZ!

“NOOoooOO! I don’t wanna go to the Fortress of Meropide! I’m not a bad girl! HIC Noo!” Furina wailed louder into her belly as tears rolled down her face as her brain swam through delusions of being hauled off in chains for the crime of being too gassy, alongside various legitimate crimes such as property destruction…

GGrrRMMbblbblloorrrp!

“NNgg Shuuut uuuupP!” Furina cried at her belly.

BZZZZZ-BBZZZZ!

“NOO! They won’t leaaave! SNIFFLE F-Fine! If I must go to prison for my crimes I will do so with dignity!” Furina stood up off the toilet, clenching her ass to prevent any further gas leaks as her belly bobbed in the air. Wiping the tears from her eyes, Furina walked away from her Pajama bottoms, her bare booty jiggling in the air as she lifted her arms. Gentilhomme Usher grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head with a few tentacles, while carefully and quickly helping her get dressed in her usual brilliant attire. There was only one massive problem…

Her big gurgly gut.

Furina took a deep breath as Gentilhomme Usher waited, her suit completely undone and unbuttoned until her massive belly somehow disappeared. And disappear it would.

“Huuah!” Furina took a second deep breath, and sucked her stomach in. Her muscles clenched as hard they could, and in a moment, the big balloon disappeared into a taut flat tummy. Gentilhomme Usher finished getting her dressed in less than a minute. With her suits amended weekly by Chiori to fit her constantly growing rear, Furina was now dressed and proper as Surintendante Chevalmarin held a napkin in his tail and wiped her tear-filled eyes.

GGRGRRGLOOORRRRRP!

Furina’s belly wailed against its cruel treatment as she winced and walked towards the door to her floor. Every step was an almost inhuman level of strain to keep her belly sucked in, yet for Furina this was just another act, and she was still the greatest actor in all the world.

Bwuubwuuubwuuub

Furina’s rear jiggled hypnotically as she strode to the door, before she quickly changed her stride and her rear’s bounces became silent swaying. Furina could run effortlessly in high heels or flats or massive platform shoes, changing her stride to make her big bouncy bottom was child’s play compared to keeping her belly down to size.

“One moment!” Furina said with false happiness dripping from her voice. Furina could already imagine it. An angry tenant from the floors below her stomping their foot on the staircase, Charlotte with her Kamera primed, and several Gards right alongside them to haul her off, never to see the sunlight again…

Furina opened the door and faced her social execution with a smile. “Hello officers, how may I help-“ Furina’s eyes widened as she spotted a little boy with a broad smile on his face holding a package nearly a third his height.

“P-Paban!?” Furina’s shock pierced through her fake, mature voice as the young Newsy from the Steambird smiled.

“Hello Lady Furina! I’ve got two deliveries for you from Sir Neuvillette! And an apology! Apparently the Maison Ordalie were all too busy and the Chief Justice said you wouldn’t want to bother them. But really, who’d say no to visiting you!” Paban beamed as Furina stared at him stupefied. Her mouth hung open like a fish for one-point-three seconds before her centuries of experience kicked back in and she gave a broad smile, before relaxing even more as her fake grin turned into a genuine, small smile.

“I see… Thank you, Paban, for delivering these to me. Let me sign for the gifts.” Furina smiled as Paban took out a small pen and Furina scribbled her name faster than he could blink. He stared at her signature in awe as somehow she’d added a dozen swirls and dots to her name in less than a second. This signature alone was practically a work of art!

GRRRRGRGLOOOOOOOORRRP!

A large angry water cooler sounded from right next to Paban as Furina’s face froze. The little boy looked past the large parcel and letter he was carrying but couldn’t make out where the noise had come from. It almost sounded like it came from Lady Furina but surely that was impossible!

“Did you hear that, Lady Furina?” Paban asked.

Furina’s face almost turned as red as a strawberry before she gulped and forced herself to remain as calm as a dead lake. “Huh? Oh yes it must have been the pipes. I was thinking of making a complaint myself! They’ve been so noisy I could barely sleep!” Furina lied as she breathed as Paban took it all in and smiled.

“Ohh so that was what the noise was! I thought someone was playing an instrument but really weirdly! I could hear it from the Groundfloor! Want me to go tell Estelle? That’s no way for anyone to live in their house, especially not Lady Furina! My Daddy’d be having a fit if he had to hear that noise all night long.” Paban said as he chattered happily.

(Oh… he heard that… from… outside… By Celestia… I’m ruined… I’m so ruined… I was trying to hold them in so much and he still heard it…) Furina thought, her light eye twitching as a tear formed before being blinked away. “H-here… let me take that,” Furina said with fake happiness as she grabbed the packages from Paban and turned around. Furina’s smile grew as more tears began to pool from her right eye and roll down her cheek all while her smile never faltered. Surintendante Chevalmarin quickly floated over and wiped her eye before Paban could notice.

“And Paban, that won’t be necessary. I’ll let Estelle know later today. Thank you.” Furina said turning around, all smiles as Paban beamed.

“Got it Lady Furina! Oh I almost forgot. Tell Estelle there might be some weird leaks too! One of the doors on the second floor had this strange blue smoke flowing under it, and it smelled delicious! My mommy says that’s a phenomenon that follows important ladies like Lady Navia, but it can never be seen in the same room as them! Sir Arthur doesn’t seem to know anything about it though, or at least no one knows who knows what we can know without Captain Chevreuse getting involved! It must be a big conspiracy don’t you think?” Paban began to ramble as Furina’s face turned to steel.

“I- I see. Your mother is very… wise.” Furina spoke through grit teeth as Paban beamed.

“I know!”

“Good day, Paban. Please close the door.” Furina put the parcel and package on her little table as Paban nodded, but didn’t.

“Oh but Lady Furina, I thought pets weren’t allowed inside the apartments? Or do those little floating Fontemer Aberrants not count as pets since they are yo-SLAM!” Furina almost screamed in shock as Mademoiselle Crabaletta slammed the door in the little boys face. (Is he okay!?) Furina rushed to the door, about to call for a doctor if Paban was hurt!

Until she heard him speaking from behind the door. “I think the door closed on me! I’ll let Estelle know that’s broken too so she knows what I know! Have a triumphant day Lady Furina and remember to stop by the Steambird for all your news needs! Oh, and Lady Charlotte says she still wants that interview!” Paban yelled through the door, before stomping his way downstairs. Furina waited a few moments, then a few moments more, then another few moments.

Positive the area was clear, Furina exhaled. “Oh WAI-“

BBWOOMPH-RIIIP-PING-PING-PING-NYYOOOooooo-PANG!

Furina winced as her belly expanded back to full size in a second, bursting through her wonderful inner suit as the little white buttons went flying off like bullets from the Maison Gardenniege’s muskets! Furina dove to the floor and covered her head and belly as button-bullets whizzed across the room. Pinging off the ceiling, windows, and furniture. One whizzed straight over Furina’s head as a second sniped Mademoiselle Crabaletta in the head, sending the phantasmal Armored Crab tumbling to the ground.

After a few seconds Furina opened her eyes, careful there was still no button-bullets flying around. Nothing… Furina stood up carefully, before sheepishly looking at her belly. Her dark blue overcoat hung over her shoulders and barely even bothered touching her grumpy orb, while her white undersuit was stretched and torn open as if she were a shark that had burst from its egg. Furina’s lip trembled as she didn’t even need a mirror to know how she looked.

“I look like a mad scientist gravid with twins…” Furina’s lips quivered even more as she was about ready to plop her massive bottom couch and have an hour of ‘silent wailing’ to herself…

GGRGRBRBRBLLLLUUUUUURRRAAARRRBBBLLLE!

Until her belly grumbled furiously from all the movement in the last few moments! Furina grabbed her belly as it bumped and bubbled and thrashed. The picture of a shark hatching from an egg coming back to her as her stomach looked like a gassy brood was ready to hatch out of HER!

“Ooohh I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please, please calm down…” Furina cried and begged her rampaging belly as the Salon Solitaire watched in fear. Every bump, bulge, and ripple of Furina’s belly sent a shiver down their watery nonexistent spines. But the waves on her tummy simply increased as Furina whimpered and felt another surge of gas coming from both ends. Not knowing which one would be more dangerous, Furina quickly sat down on the couch and put both hands over her mouth.

(Hhngng… Goodness these gas paiiins! Pleease just give me a moment to-) Alas, Furina’s begging was ignored as she felt the enormous urge to fart hit her first. Her gassy brood rammed into her blowhole as Furina grit her teeth and hoped the couch would survive, but only seconds later she felt the tightness rise in her chest before feeling it crawl up her throat.

BBBUUUUUUURRRRRRRROOOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRRRUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRLLLLPPP!

BBBBBBBRBBBRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMTTTTTTTTT!

Furina’s hands struggled as hard as they could against her mouth, but a second later her cheeks swelled almost froglike before her hands were blasted away and another billowing belch came roaring from her lips. A second after her oceanic gas began rumbling out her throat, the poor couch was hit by the tide of flatulence bursting from her bottom.

Furina’s left eye shut entirely as her right froze, her expression, no matter how hard she would try to deny it even to herself, was one of pure bliss. As Furina’s bottom vibrated the entire couch, the noise of her bottom was muffled, swallowed by the couch, and beaten by the noise of her belch, another long, sonorous belch that could be heard throughout the entire apartment.

Paban nearly tripped going down the stairs as the sudden cacophony of saxophones and clarinets hit him. Two steady brass notes mingled together to produce a much more harmonious, though still dreadfully loud, song than before as Paban wondered how on Teyvat pipes could make such a noise.

But he knew there were things he didn’t know and knowing that he didn’t know was enough to know, you know?

So Paban left the apartment and headed off to the Steambird to report that the package was delivered, and Lady Furina said the strange noises people had been talking about were the broken pipes!

Back inside her private floor, Furina’s hands curled into fists as her right eye lidded even more. Despite her shame, despite her disgust… letting out so much gas was… heavenly~. As Furina’s bottom kept bombarding the poor innocent couch and her gas seemed to flood the floor, Furina’s little fountain grew as wet as back on the toilet, then even wetter as it trembled with a need unfulfilled.

After forty seconds, the song of wind coming from both of Lady Furina’s ends was hitting its climax. As Furina kept farting into the couch, the couch slowly began to inflate from the sheer volume of wind filling it. All three of the Salon Solitaire were grabbing onto each other, riding the waves of Furina’s burp as the Opera Cake gas rose another inch higher, then another as it kept filling the room.

The couch was beginning to resemble a conglomerate of bubbles as it did its best to bear the brunt of Furina’s bellowing bottom. The leather began to creak, first a soft squeaky noise, then the dull groans of a waterskin, before sounding quite like the hulls of a ship in a storm.

Finally, after a minute of both ends treating Furina like she was nothing more than a vessel of sea-spray. Her gas came to a halt as Furina stopped and put her hands on her chest, taking a few lungfuls of air as her belly had deflated another few inches.

“Ohh… Ohhh… Hoo… that… wasn’t so bad.” Furina said softly, her loins still tingling with need as she trembled. But at least it was over for now. At least her belly had finally calmed down…

BLLOORP!

Furina’s eyes turned into saucers. Her immediate thought was to stand up and sprint to the toilet. Her second thought was that she wouldn’t make it. Her third thought was she needed to fart. NOW!

“HNNG!” Furina bit her bottom lip and pushed.

BBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMRRRRRMMMRR-!

Furina’s bloated butt belted out brass notes into the beaten couch. Bombarding it with a repeating bar of deep musical notes. Furina’s eyes rolled as she bit her lip, her hands shooting between her crotch, not to finger herself, but to desperately clench the growing flood building up inside her.

“Hhrnngg~ MMMM!” Furina bit her lip and whimpered as her bottom bellowed, pumping out so much rich and coffee cake-scented, justice-tinged gas, she thought the might blast off into the ceiling!

Furina’s ass was making a verdict on the survival of the couch, delicately deciding its destruction as her donut kept up the deluge of wave-colored fragrance. Furina’s wind tunnel tingled and throbbed as it pumped out flatulence like a waste-water pipe. Stretched open several inches, Furina’s wind tunnel sent waves of pleasure to her crotch and brain as Furina’s eyes watered in glee. A pleasure-stricken smile broke across the actress's face as her ass kept up the onslaught, a rush of Allegro trumpeting that was still deliberating the couch’s fate.

Furina’s soft, plump, and oh-so-eager music box was singing louder and louder into the couch, fighting against the padding of the leather and the padding of her cake-filled buns. Even from the outside, Furina’s ass was wobbling erotically from the cacophony contained underneath her.

As Furina’s eyes crossed and her pussy clenched, Furina whimpered. Her body had made its choice for her and she was helpless to obey. Furina unconsciously leaned forwards, giving her donut more room to belt her sonorous wind with even more force.  

Her ass had settled on the couch’s execution.

“Hggk-AHHN~!” Furina squealed as her pussy threatened to erupt as her bottom transformed her windy song from Allegro to Vivace. Her little fountain was screaming like a Diva that didn’t get exactly twelve bottles of Sweet Sakura Fonta and four bottles of Red Berry Blast Fonta!

(Gghhgh can’t… take… much… mooooore~!) Furina’s moans inside her head were as melodic as they were erotic as she gripped her pussy with both hands. Her thighs eagerly devoured her hands whole as Furina’s entire lower half was rumbling and trembling with relief and release, or the need to release.

~MMMRRRRRBPPPHHRR~BANG!~MMMPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHBBBRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT!

The couch gave a dull, hoarse cry, begging Furina’s divinely blessed bottom for mercy, but there was no mercy to be given, only Furina’s colorful, delicious, windy justice. And deliver her justice, her bottom did as Furina’s butt thundered even louder than before as Furina almost drew blood biting her lip to stop an orgasmic wail.

The couch swelled even further, desperately trying to survive. It looked like a dozen great black spheres with a massively bottom-heavy and drop-dead gorgeous former-Archon on top. Then with a mighty bang, the couch popped.

Furina almost screamed from the sudden blowout as the couch tore to shreds in seconds, and the room filled with hundreds of gallons of gas that had been contained moments before.

The ‘Fragrance-level’ in the floor quickly filled to waist height as Furina’s feet disappeared in the sea of swirling opera cake waves. Furina’s bottom, now freed from the muffling of the couch, sounded off even louder than before, and Furina felt the vibrations even more fiercely in her needy donut and bratty pussy.

(GGssshhh the AHN~!- T-TINGLES! I’m gonna- gonna explooode!) Furina wailed internally as her bottom rocked her world like a disciplinary lover. Furina’s pussy throbbed between her hands as Furina’s belly bloated up with holy water… and then Furina’s sinful song couldn’t be contained a moment longer.

PPPSSSSSSS~SSPPTTZZSSS~SPPPTTZZSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

“HHhUUuUUGHH~! OOHH YESSSS-MMMMMFFF!” Furina screamed in bliss, her voice as illustrious as it was illicit as she cried out a second song of passion. Furina’s pussy sprayed with the blast of a musket against her fingers, shooting straight through her panties as Furina shotgunner her front with squirt. Furina was about to scream even louder, scream one of her two dream-bound visitors' names as if trying to summon them into her apartment. Furina risked it and clamped both hands over her mouth to stop from screaming out Neuvillette or Arlecchino at the top of her lungs. With her pussy freed, Furina’s next spray of squirt ripped a hole in her panties and shot a dozen feet into the air before hitting the ceiling.

Furina arced her head as she rode the duo waves of pleasure and flatulence for all their worth. Letting them both crash into her as she came less like a sprinkler, and more like a gushing waterpipe.

And all the while, Furina’s bottom was freed from the couch as well. Her bottom sang loudly and proudly. Unbothered, unmuffled, fragrancing in her apartment!

Even with the Apartment emptied of people. Furina’s butt was fart- was singing so loudly that people wandering around Vasari Passage could hear the one woman orchestra originating from the homely home of Lady Furina!

Only, with her passion, the song of wind her rear was thundering had truly evolved into a pinnacle performance. No longer did it sound like clumsy bleats and blares into a saxophone. This was professional, no, divine flautistry! Though there was not a flute for a mile around~.

As Furina farted minute after minute, a crowd began to form at the edge of her apartment. A few of them were curious what on Teyvat could produce such a loud, yet clear tone, a few wondered who could play it so well, and a few declared it had to be someone playing music on loudspeakers like a hoodlum!  As the crowd stood and listened to Furina’s trumpeting tushie, little Lovi remembered something the awesome Captain Chevreuse had said to her before.

“If you ever hear a very loud roaring or singing or bomb exploding noise coming from a house, remember to report it to your nearest Garde at once! It could be dangerous! But if it’s coming from a Lady’s House, tell the Garde, Code Chanson du Vent!” Chevreuse had told the little girl who loved taking apart clockwork puzzles. So little Lovi ran as fast as her little legs could take her to report to Nour. Nour was always wandering around Vasari Passage inspecting and complaining about the status of repairs!

Back inside, Furina’s pussy was gushing like a hose on full blast as she whined and bucked her hips occasionally. Her thoughts drowning in bliss as her bottom finished the climax of her song. Glittering silver femcum sparkled almost two inches deep in the living room as the Salon Solitaire quickly grabbed mops and towels. Disappearing into the now almost five-foot-tall waves of Furina’s fog!

Furina’s legs crossed as she squirted down her thighs and soaked the ruined couch. Her toes curling as she gripped her butt and squeezed, her hands sinking nearly four inches into the bubbly baritone blaster as Furina took a breath. Even sitting on the couch and boosted over a foot by the padding of her ass and thighs, her gas was at chin level and rising.

“Uua-HHNnGG~! Sssooo goooooood~! By… CELESTIA!” Furina bucked her hips and clenched as hard as she could to keep from spraying a blast of squirt into… or through… the ceiling. Furina huffed as her flatulent butt finally calmed down and ended her orchestra with a deep, bassy broomph, only drawn out over the span of minutes~.

Furina panted as her glossy eyes unfocused… and she realized her mouth was underwater... or rather… under gas! “G-GAH! HOW ON TEVYAT!? I HAVEN’T HAD ONE THAT BAD SINCE THOSE DAMN CHEFS FED ME CHOCOLATE LOBSTER!?” Furina shrieked as she stood up on the couch, desperate to keep her head out of the fog her ass had made out of sheer principle.

Furina looked around, turning her head like a Lighthouse as she scanned her apartment… the entire apartment was flooded by shades of blue, black and white gas swirling like the sea. Furina gulped as she looked around and saw ripples in the waves, before Gentilhomme Usher floated out of the depths of her fart holding a mop in every tentacle before he nodded at her and disappeared back into the waves.

Furina’s eyes twitched in rage, before the tides of her mood swung back into shame and horror.

“A window… I need- a window. I have to open a window!” Furina wailed as she leapt off the couch and disappeared into a sea of coffee blue.

SPLASH!

SLOSH-Rrrmbble~

Furina landed on the floor with a splash as her shoes instantly became soaked. Furina’s eyes twitched again as she felt her socks get wet… by her own girlcum. Had she flooded her entire apartment!? But there was a second noise that got her attention even before that. As Furina stood up, unable to see anything, only her hair sticking out of the fog like an odd shaped fin, Furina felt her belly.

It had shrunken… but only to a third of its previous, bloated size. Furina couldn’t tell if she wanted to scream in rage, or if she wanted to fall backwards onto her enormous soft booty and cry a waterfall. How was it still so big!? Squeezing her stomach curiously, Furina came to a startling, and shameful conclusion.

Her belly wasn’t all air… there was a bit more weight to the former torpedo of turbulence… a bit more… liquid.

With an air of finality, Furina’s thoughts quickly solved the puzzle. (I bloated back up… with liquid lust…) Furina’s cheeks blazed with shame as she realized. She- She- She couldn’t even bear to put it into proper thought!

Furina, Regina of All Waters, Queen of the Opera, Actress, and now Director Extraordinaire… was such a buttslut to her own farts that even after cumming enough to fill a bathtub, her belly still had more liquid lust trapped inside!

Furina’s eyes twitched once more. The Salon Solitaire sensed a change in their Master. A tsunami was about to hit. All three Salon members dropped their mops and towels and flew towards Furina.

“I… I…” Tears prickled Furina’s eyes as Surintendante Chevalmarin was the first to hit Furina. Flying into her arms, he blooped and blubbed as adorably as he could into her petite chest.

“I- HIC SNIFFLE!” Gentilhomme Usher was next. Wrapping himself around the two of them with all his tentacles, he blorbled and bloobed and burbled trying to distract her.

Mademoiselle Crabaletta was next, but instead of helping her Mistress, she ended up going too fast and banging into her. Breaking the dam that held back Furina’s emotions. “WWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Furina screamed and wailed like a Siren, her expression even cuter and sadder than a Blubberbeast’s.

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