(Elden Ring) Finlay's Fart Feast p 2

little bit of revisions added onto previous stuff, so posting a little bit of the paragraph from the first part. Then it's just Mommy Marika's Goddess Gas from here on out, before we kick back up with Malenia and Finlay for the rest of the story!

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“How many times have I told you to stop skulking around the shadows! You know I hate being surprised!” Marika snapped as Melina nodded patiently, fully intent to keep doing it.

“A few times now, forgive my transgressions, Mother. My memory must be failing me.” Melina’s smile didn’t falter at all as both of them knew she was lying. She was usually such a wonderful girl who did exactly as she was told and nothing else… and yet when it came to pranking her Mother, she was just as troublesome as Ranni!

“Melina. Do not try my patience.” Marika warned though she didn’t have the heart to actually punish Melina and Ranni for their pranks.

“Never, dear Mother. I am always here to serve thy will. Whatever it may be. Should I fetch the Dressmakers for Malenia? Or check the stews first? It seems the Lamb used in the morning’s breakfast and tonight’s stew does not fare well for thine and Sister’s stomachs~” Melina said with a gentle smile and bow, shutting her open eye, her other eye permanently closed due to the mark of the Gloam Eyed Queen within her. Melina only opened her other eye very rarely around family and never around strangers, even then it was usually only if she was furious because she had become the target of Ranni’s pranks for once or if someone had insulted her family.

Marika looked at her daughter with a sigh. She must have been eavesdropping the entire conversation with Malenia… and for her belch… Now, Melina was back to being perfectly loyal and obedient, with just a word she would obey any order, even slit someone’s throat if Marika asked. Yet Marika knew her daughter was still happy to misbehave in her own way. Never rebellious… just irritating… Marika rubbed her bloated belly and huffed. All of her children had to be such troublemakers in some way or the other, except Messmer, Morgott, and Godwyn. At least those boys were perfect… excluding Morgott’s hideous horns. Though Morgott and Mohg were doing grand things and seemed to be attracting quite a bit of followers… She should have Godfrey instruct the two on how to become Lords soon.

“Check the kitchens first. If you have time, fetch the Dressmakers after.” Marika’s voice rippled with power as her belly rippled with another wave of gas as Marika huffed and rubbed it. If it were one of her Husbands or Rennala she’d flauntingly hoist her bloated belly upon them and let them feel the full force of her divine wind. But around her children, she did her best to hold it in… and right now that was causing cramps in her turbulent tummy.

GGRGGRGRRGLLLOOOORRRRPP!

After waiting for her Mother’s belly to calm down, Melina spoke up “I can do both in minutes, Mother. And if they did not remake the tainted stew? Knowing the current chefs, they most likely have not.” Melina opened her normal eye as her smile stayed as gentle as ever.

Marika sighed again and rubbed her belly with a wince… she really needed to fart… Huffing grumpily, the Goddess adjusted her legs a bit to try and get some comfort as her belly bubbled noisily.

Marika knew she couldn’t punish all the Chefs if they’d screwed up again. Banishing the former Head Chef had been a mistake… he knew all their dietary restrictions so well… but Rennala had been fuming when her dish had mistakenly ended up horrifically spicy like Rykard’s and banishing him from the Upper Palace was the quickest way to mollify the Carian Queen’s temper as her rump roared with flames from the Head Chef’s mistake. “Why must you and Ranni be like this… if they still haven’t remade the stew, and whatever other concoctions were tainted, mark them and tell me plainly so Malenia and I can-“

“Avoid turning into gaseous goddess blimps. Understood, Mother. I will be right back~” Melina’s mischievous grin rose even more when Marika’s eyebrows twitched with maternal rage as she huffed. Before Marika could start scolding her daughter’s rude words, Melina’s body burst into rays of gold and flaming butterflies as she proudly warped away without getting in trouble. As if taunting her Mother that she was far too useful to be grounded.

Marika growled for a moment as the pyreflies burnt themselves up and all traces of Melina were gone. Rubbing her round belly, she needed to vent some frustration before she could relax and vent some of this gas!

“Gah! That brat. Malenia may share my stomach, but at least she is obedient to a fault and adorable when she runs to her Mommy for help! You’ve been a boisterous little flame ever since you could walk!” Marika grumbled as if Melina could still hear her. She rubbed her belly as the swollen orb gave a dull groan, rising another inch between her legs like baking bread as Marika huffed and still needed to vent a bit more. “They were such good girls and then they met! Now Ranni and Melina are always fighting between being my brightest children and my most troublesome! Those two think themselves even craftier than me when they are together… Mmff…Still… I am proud to have so many hopeful successors. Any of my daughters would make a grand Empress or Goddess of these lands if none of my sons wish to rise up and take it… Oohg…” Marika had vented enough emotional bloat… now she needed to vent the divine winds roaring in her belly!

SLAP! Slap slap slap

Marika lightly slapped her stomach a few times. The orb large enough to fit a horse inside responded with a light Bwub each smack, before giving a deep, droning rumble once she was finished.

VVVVVRRRRRROOOOOMMMBBBLLLEEE!

“Hhoo~” Marika moaned and bit her lip as her belly shook for a dozen seconds straight. Rippling and roaring with the howls of a breakfast beast still inside her wanting to come out. If Marika wasn’t so sure it was all just gas in her, she’d have glued her divine rump to the royal toilets as her stomach churned and swelled another inch all over. Pulling the fabric of her exquisite dress out as she began to look filled with twins once again. Marika couldn’t tell what she wanted more… to get all this gas out or to let herself keep filling with wind so she could imagine her fertile womb packed with children once again~. Ooo… there sure was a lot of gas in there~…

“MMff… I need to summon those two again… Men… always off on their quests and wars… Leal Hound and Barbaric King… Perhaps I should summon all three of them… We can always make the tables longer~” Marika smirked as she rubbed her gassy gluttonous sphere, her grumbling gut seemed to agree with her and finally calmed down. It was decided. She’d summon both her Husbands and her Wife, and most likely end up with another pair of twins once she was done with them~ Maybe she’d finally have triplets too? Maybe she and Rennala would end up pregnant at the same time and Marika could rub her massive, engorged gut, gravid with godlings in Rennala’s face as the Queen whimpered and worshipped her stomach… kissing it in hopes that her womb would be half as fruitful as-

GGRGGLRGRLLRGGRLE!

“Mmm… Ohh, calm down. I heard you already.” Marika snapped at her belly for interrupting her fantasy. Marika knew if she didn’t let out some gas quickly, it would just come out by itself… and she knew from experience that a full-blown fart with no restrictions was nothing less than divine devastation… Marika still had occasional nightmares of destroying the capital with her rear fully unleashed.

Marika adjusted herself some more. Her enormous plush cheeks shifted even deeper into the bed, her donut softly squeezing against her titanic tushy as she made sure to sink her holy heft as deep into her bed as she could. Even when she held back as much as she could, with her stomach as big as it was already… she knew even a tiny fart would be nothing less than monstrous. “Perhaps I should have gone to the toilet after all… I feel like a Nebula thanks to all that swirling in-“

BBBLLOOORRRPBBBLLLE!

“NNG!” Marika bit her lip as her belly roared she was taking too long. A wall of pressure filled her colon as Marika almost bore down and birthed a hurricane then and there! Marika clenched her ass cheeks as much as she could, her three-seater rear nearly swallowed up her blanket and dress as her golden gales tried to come out. A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead as the cramp passed. She wouldn’t make it to the toilet even if she got up right now! She needed to let out some gas quickly before she blew up the palace again!

Marika checked her rear one more time. Her enormous ass had sunk over a foot into the bed. That plus her own cushioning should be enough to muffle her fabled flatulence… Hopefully… “Hrrrnng.” Marika gave a soft, deep grunt as she focused on letting rip, without ripping up the entire area. The gas rushed through her colon as her donut puckered, then opened wide. And a muffled divine trumpet began bleating its beatified bellows.

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFF-!

Marika fought to keep control. Of both her holy release and her lustful moans. Ohhh she almost forgot how good it felt when she was this bloated! Marika rubbed her enormous stomach as her ass thundered into the bed, and the Skychamber began to shake as even muffled by the bedding and her rear, the walls still trembled and shook from the divine might of Mother Marika’s massive ass. Golden wind assaulted her bed, the soft sheets as silky as the clouds yet heavier than steel to a mortal, billowed in the wind as her bed began puffing up with golden fumes.

Marika’s fart, even held back as much as it was, was already pumping out as much gas as Malenia had in the last hour! As the Goddess’ rear roared with righteous fury, Marika groaned and bit her lip. Her donut throbbed with wind as an itch was scratched deep inside her that only her own titanic farts or her Husbands’ cocks could satisfy!

“Uuoooggh~!” Marika’s deep, lustful cry threatened to widen the floodgates as she held fast. Her fart was already powerful enough to be heard by anyone in the open air within a thousand feet outside her chambers! Her belly gurgled with joy as her breasts bounced wildly before her massive mammaries began squirting holy milk through her dress. Marika was starting to lose the fight to maintain her dignity.

Golden wind began to seep out of the inflated bed, and between her thighs as Marika bombarded her bed with an ass that put the siege machines of the Giants to shame! As Marika shut her eyes and tried to focus on controlling herself, her fart passed a minute in length and continued without change as more and more golden wind began seeping between her thighs and around her belly. As if she was sitting on a strange fog-making contraption… except she was! And her attempts to smother that contraption were starting to crack!

~FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRR-!

Marika’s fart passed two minutes, and still, it sounded just as powerful as before. Just as bassy, just as throne-quaking, bone-breaking, Husband-hip-shatteringly powerful as before! Marika whimpered in relief and need. Her fart was far too tiny. There was still so much gas brewing in her guts from breakfast! Marika’s divine fog began to fill the room as the bed began to burst apart from her loving abuse.

Ambrosia of the Sylphs, Rennala had called it after one of their first hate-fucking sessions that blossomed into proper love. It fit her flatulence perfectly. Her belches already smelled so wonderful that even when Rennala had hated her, she’d swooned from inhaling the rich Honey and Lightning scent coming from Marika’s lips. But her farts?

Even the Heavens shuddered at a chance to sniff her royal rump when she was swollen up like this!

Fermented by her divine bowels, her billowing booty call was stronger than her belches in every conceivable way. The volume, the amount, the force, and especially the flavor~ It was an ambrosia that could claim the life of an unaware mortal, granting them a whiff of Grace itself before their body collapsed, unable to take anymore. Only a person with a legendary will could take in the full, blissful experience of being bathed in her holy wind and stay standing. Not giving themselves into the pleasure like a slave or dropping dead from tasting a pleasure too much for a mere mortal. And then, only a champion like Radagon and Godfrey, or a stubborn sexy Queen like Rennala could not just bask in her holy wind and withstand it but push forward to claim her body and its wonders. A treasure beyond treasures hidden in a world of golden fog.

Marika’s divine donut was one of those treasures.

As plump as a sausage and even thicker than a cake. The size of a man’s head. As plush and pliable as dough… yet when she squeezed during sex or needed to cut a divine dump… her donut could clench with a force to crush stone to powder~! And now this needy piece of her divinity was throbbing in excitement to pump out more wind!

More. More. More! More! More! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE!

“HHnnngg~! OOUunngH!” Marika bit her lip, shutting her eyes tightly as the urge, the need, the call to make the Heavens quake with her rear was growing in her head. If only she wasn’t so… damn bloated! She might be able to resist the urges! But her massive tummy was far from empty as her pathetically small fart continued. Marika needed one of her Husbands’ cocks or Rennala’s face to plug her ass right now before she lost control!

Marika’s greed won. She leaned a bit forward and pushed. “HRRRNG~!” Squeezing her lactating breasts with relief as her eyes shone with lust and power. Her fart grew instantly, almost doubling in size as her donut widened with glee and became a holy wind tunnel.

~RRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMVVVVVVRRRRRRRRRR-!

Marika barely managed to restrain her ass from fully unleashing its power. And even then, her divine trumpeting became a holy golden hurricane as Marika’s ass bellowed in bliss. Three seconds passed since she let loose, and her bed exploded into a thousand shards of fluff and magic metal.

“UUUNNGH~! YYYEESSS~! MmmmMMM~! Ooooo! Aaahnn! AAH-UUAAA~!” Marika couldn’t stop the lustful screams from escaping her lips, just as she couldn’t stop the rampaging Goddess Gas blasting from her gorgeous glutes!

Marika’s holy hurricane was heard across nearly all of Leyndell. Not just the Upper Palace, but the Lower Commons as well as Citizens looked into the sky and wondered where the storm was. Or was it perhaps a massive Dragon attacking? Or perhaps ten thousand rumbling cannons all firing a thousand at a time!?

Only within the massive, soundproofed Libraries and the Sewers could the inhabitants not be graced by the sound of Marika’s rear. Marika’s breasts sprayed golden milk twenty feet through the air, slamming into the wall through her dress as her ass rumbled against the stone floor beneath her and began to crack it as a thousand gallons of goddess gas rushed out of her rump every few moments. Filling her chamber from top to bottom as the pillars in her room shook and the crown of her Canopy Bed began to rattle on its hinges. Marika bit her lip as she kneaded her spraying tits. She needed to get a grip before she farted her room to pieces again! Or sent the Upper Palace crumbling to the ground… Again!

Marika’s stone tablets began to fly throughout the room as her winds picked up all her recorded knowledge and tossed them aside as if they were paperweights. Marika would have screamed in fury as a dozen of them cracked against the walls… if she weren’t too busy screaming in bliss and trying to keep her ass from going all out!

Golden gas blasted from the sides of her chambers, billowing nearly two hundred feet out before the call of gravity claimed her gas and sent it gently flowing like a sea of fog towards the city below.

~RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT~!

Bells began to ring. Emergency sirens set up in case “The Golden Fog” appeared. The Citizens did not know it was their Goddess ripping orgasmic, city-crushing levels of ass. They only knew it happened after every big banquet, and they were warned that their lives were not guaranteed if they were caught outside when the fog fell upon them.

The floor underneath Marika’s rear began to buckle as her fart continued bombarding it with untold levels of power. Marika’s breakfast braps were nearly indescribably powerful already and still wanted more. But any more would be catastrophic to Leyndell! Marika grit her teeth as her instincts told her if she didn’t lift her ass off the floor, soon she’d be IN the floor several stories down!

“GGGHUUUHH~!” Marika grunted as she lifted her mammothine mass off the cracking stone and aimed her rear at the open sides of her chamber.

Like a storm surge, the golden gas pouring from that side of the chambers became golden rapids. Winds blasted out over a thousand feet without the wind outside being able to touch them or gravity even a chance to pull them down. For a thousand feet, her ass shot out a column of golden gas that did not bend even an inch and would have hit anything in its path with the force of a Golem Arrow! As her ass echoed across Leyndell un-muffled by anything save her own meaty rear, Marika’s breasts sprayed with bliss and her faith-making fart sounded and felt like being right next to a ship’s Foghorn while it blared.

Marika’s flatulence felt like it was stretching on eternally, just like her reign over the Lands Between… but after a gloriously long eight minutes, her breakfast thunder finally settled down as she regained control of her ass.

Marika sat there, panting in her room, her room flooded with milk and gas. Her bed shattered into a thousand thousands. Her reading materials had all become dust and torn paper… Her dress had a tear in it from the force of her queenly ass eruption… And now her pussy was trembling and needy, begging for her fingers. Marika grabbed her belly and felt how big it still was… The airy dome still stretched out nearly five feet… Marika knew from experience her belly was too big to allow her to masturbate…

The Queen’s relief had turned into shame and frustration. Marika’s cheeks blazed gold as she rubbed her belly and huffed. Fighting to keep her temper in check as she thought of what to do next. At least rubbing the windy sphere calmed her down as her belly bubbled and churned in relative silence. Even the combined gas of all three of her daughters and Miquella, all bloated from a feast, might not be able to match the winds brewing within her belly!

Marika sat there for a minute, rubbing her engorged gut as the gas cleared her chambers. When her gas was this bad, there wasn’t much else she could safely do… Marika huffed again in frustration as her stomach barely seemed to have deflated… Memories came to mind as she sat there rubbing her girth, of Ranni, Rennala, and Rellana all clutching similarly distended and violently grumbling bellies after a feast with far too much cheese for their Carian stomachs. Malenia had made a very tasteless, but fitting joke that the Lunar Queens and Princess were swelling up into moons themselves from cheese, and poor Malenia had suffered quite the string of pranks in revenge until the two nearly took to the arena to settle it!

Marika smiled warmly at the memory. Her feasts were often… interesting, sometimes downright disastrous. But they brought her family together like nothing else. Differences were set aside, grudges and petty rivalries washed away in drink and chatting. They simply became one massive family fighting over who ate what, who got more food, whose campaigns were faring better, when would Rellana and Messmer marry, if Radahn would grow taller than a building, if Miquella’s rear was as loud as Malenia’s, if any of the sisters might one day become as gassy as Marika herself if they became a Goddess… though that dinner topic certainly irritated Marika to no end…

As Marika lost herself in thought, her stomach slowly filled her dress once more…

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Zzzwooosh

Marika’s ears twitched. Her golden eyes shot upwards. A blue light winked out of existence by her ceiling. A blue light. A Glintstone spell? A Carian spell… Marika’s belly growled again as she winced and rubbed it more firmly to calm it down.

It wasn’t helping.

GGGRRGRGLLLEE~GllloorrrrrroooorrrrooooorrRRROORRRRP-GGRGRGGRRROOOOOOOWWWWWWLLLLL!

“Ooouuu…” She needed to fart again. In fact… she barely felt like she’d gotten any gas out at all! Shaken from her happy memories, Marika tried to feel her stomach, feel the tightness of her dress. She was massive! Her stomach felt as big as it had when Malenia first entered her room! How was that-

Marika had an epiphany as a scowl darkened her face. Her eyes became violent pits of solid gold as Marika ground her teeth in fury. Her fists clenching as her rage bubbled over. The Lamb! THE LAMB!

The Wrath of a Goddess. Even her Husbands feared it. But not a certain terrible duo…

“RRRRAANNNIIII! MMEEELLLINAAAAA! YOU ARE BOTH GROUNDEEED!” Marika’s scream of rage struck the hearts of all within the Upper Palace as they quickly returned to work unless they were trapped by the walls of Golden Fog. When the Goddess sounded like this, even the slightest mistake could end their very lives!

The only ones not fearful were the Dressmakers, Malenia and Finlay who were too preoccupied to notice… and two snickering half-sisters.

“I fear our time is short, Sister~. I should have predicted her sharp ears would catch the spell in the quiet after her volcanic rear had finished erupting. We must depart to Father’s sides before the hands of Marika’s fury reach us.” Ranni couldn’t stop smirking and could barely keep from laughing. Her flame-red hair flowed far down her back as she gave a bright smile to her partner in crime. Radagon had spared the two of them from serious punishments several times before… and sometimes their Father had eaten the punishment for them instead as his troublemaking daughters never learned their lesson. Marika’s first Husband just couldn’t catch a break…

“Our time together may be shortened dearly… but we know one thing that will outlast any punishment Mother gives us,” Melina spoke with a wry grin as Ranni quickly put a hand over her mouth to avoid bursting into laughter.

“A Goddess’ windiness!” Ranni blurted out before doubling over in laughter. Unable to contain her mirth, just as Marika couldn’t contain her gas! Marika stomp-waddled off to the royal toilets before her ass blew again, clutching her engorged gaseous gut that shook and swayed in her gorgeous dress like an icon of fertility. Ranni turned the spell on again to spy on their Sister this time. They both already knew EXACTLY what Marika was about to do, and both of them knew better than to watch that, or else Mother might actually ground them for a century! Melina leaned over and grinned wryly, accidentally opening both her eyes in excitement as her violet eye illuminated Ranni’s face for a moment. But Ranni did not cry out in fear or yell at her, her half-sister didn’t even stop laughing as Melina giggled alongside her before shutting her right eye again, having forgotten herself in the moment.

“Come on! Enjoy thy show while we have the chance. Mother will surely catch us the moment she sets out again.” Melina said between giggles as Ranni stopped laughing a moment and tried to speak properly.

“Hehe… Thou are’t right. If she could keep her rear off the toilet long enough to get us! ” Ranni was once again howling with laughter as Melina rolled an eye and grabbed the spell from her. Wanting to see how Malenia was reacting to their prank~.

“Yes, yes, the Herbs you procured are potent indeed. Mother ate as a mortal would for breakfast, yet her stomach groans like the hull of a ship and bubbles like a cauldron. But how fairs dear Sister with her little commander~?” Melina asked as Ranni nodded and finally finished laughing. The spell reactivated and showed the two an aerial view of Malenia’s room.

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