A Cold Welcome Afterstory Two Part One

Not a double post this time. But this one is longer. Hope you guys enjoy it! And thanks so much for all the people waiting and supporting!

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Sigrun woke up an hour after the main event had ended, though there was still much partying throughout the half of the kingdom that had seen or heard about the “Blue Beacon” the “Azure Well”, the “Blue Comet from the earth”, “the crashed Blue Star over in Sector 4” and some even called it the “Blessing of Zarahi.” … it wasn’t hard for Sigrun to piece together what had happened as she blushed and wailed… and tried to hide her painful erection. Her bellies were both bloated with Corrin’s squirt and every time either of her stomachs sloshed Sigrun had to stop as her cock, still sore and tender from cumming sooooo much back to back to back, got hard all over again. Apparently, the Valkyries had cast healing magic on her as she had been ‘literally smoking’ when they teleported her back to them… Sigrun still felt as if she barely had any strength at all… That must have been another consequence of undoing the shackles inside her for the first time since her awakening as a child. 

Sigrun was walking with Orion towards one of the temporary houses now, she’d been dressed in her sleep and was both ashamed and very thankful for whoever had done it… though she looked like a juvenile Blizzard Bear with a coat of Summer fur! Sigrun’s huge thick fuzzy caparison hung over her wide bloated second belly, and the giant fuzzy jacket she’d been stuffed into was unbuttoned at the bottom to allow her large sloshing first belly room as her tits were trying to burst the other buttons up top. And someone had given her a new Trompache which she couldn’t tell was less embarrassing or more embarrassing than walking with her cock at risk of being seen… 

“Nnggh… Orion please… I will be executed anyways. Just use your sword and make it quick! Or let me do it pleeeasse!” Sigrun begged Orion as the behemoth Irrvast walked in front of her. Sigrun didn’t know where he was taking her exactly, but she did know several things now: Firstly, the Irrvast mansion had been destroyed and it was due to Lady Kaguya, the Makyrs were remarkably fast at building and had already made several temporary homes for the displaced Irrvasts while they built a new, even bigger mansion, though they were quite small and plain, the glowing snow on the ground was not to be eaten by Sigrun, the Valkyrie Nest had also been destroyed and there were no injuries thanks to Lady Ingal’s masterful evacuation, Orion already had a new bowler hat but this one was even more ill-fitted to his head than the last one, Orion was astoundingly tall as the titan of a man could look Sigrun in the eyes despite being a Centauress… and the two things that weighed on Sigrun the most besides her twin squirtflated bellies… Sigrun and Sirin were both barred from their Masters for the night and Kaguya was staying with Corrin after she had suffered from a nightmare of some kind. 

“It must be my fault… because… because I soiled her precious body, she… Master…” Sigrun was ready to cry… or steal Orion’s sword and behead herself once his hand was far enough away from it... But Orion just turned around with an annoyed look on his face. 

“Fucking blast it Sigrun would ya shut up already! You’re not gonna get beheaded! And no one is letting you behead yourself either! If you’d gone an’ popped the little lady, then yeah ya might be dead. But ya didn’t and the Madam just asked me to take your whiny ass to the little snake brat’s whiny ass so you two can stew in timeout together. Got it? Now enough with the crying I haven’t gotten shit for sleep yet and I’m already pissin over this damn new hat.” Orion turned back as Sigrun wanted to argue that she deserved worse… but just then her second stomach wobbled and the feeling of several gallons of squirt sloshing through her like she was a barrel of wine made her whimper as her cock wanted to burst out mid-lecture… Why did feeling so full feel so sinfully good!? (I’m the worst! A foul fool of a perverted Retainer! Not even worth being a Servitor! That greedy Irina always eyeing my Master would be better than me wouldn’t she! Ugh… I wanna hug Master and apologize and… Ooghh my stomach. Wait! No don’t come out!) Sigrun’s first sloshing orb of a gut jostled as Sigrun felt a belch coming up and desperately tried to stifle it, cupping her hands to her lips before a muffled *MMrrrrooorrrppp* gently blew through her hands as Orion stopped and turned again. Sigrun’s face turning as red as her hair as she was too embarrassed to notice that her belch wasn’t a normal belch as before, it was a small puff of shiny red and orange. 

“For fuck’s sake not you too! That’s it. Hurry up. I don’t care how sloshy and shitty and mogged up your guts are. I am not dealing with two overstuffed kids! You are babysitting that little snake and I am going to bed. Got that Sigrun?” Orion barked as Sigrun wanted to be defiant. She only took orders from Lord Cassinder, Lady Kaguya, and her Master Corrin! Not even the Blackflame King and Lord Gudrik could order Sigrun around whenever they wished! Though right as Sigrun was about to have a defiant speech prepared for Orion, her second stomach jostled this time, sounding like a water balloon being slapped and sloshed around by a child as Sigrun’s tail began to lift up. Sigrun immediately clenched her ass cheeks and hands into rock-hard fists as her face truly blazed with shame. Orion’s eyebrow raised at her as he very clearly saw her tail shoot up with a rude fart wanting out, but was stubbornly waiting for he response. 

(Orion you… nggghh.. oaf! This is why you haven’t found a maiden yet! And no wonder Master hates you! Nnggh look away alreadyyyyy!) Sigrun wanted to yell at Orion as he stared at her as she fought and wrestled to make her tail go down as her donut clenched and throbbed between her ass cheeks. Finally, Sigrun managed to make a ruby-faced nod as Orion looked satisfied and turned around, Sigrun barely managing to clamp her big centaur rump together with her willpower as she sighed in relief… before a short *FFFRT!* blew out her relaxed donut the second she had let her breath out. Sigrun’s eyes widened in embarrassment and fury at her butt as she turned her back and head 180 to glare at her tail and ass before she sheepishly resumed following Orion…  Sigrun didn’t notice as the gas was trapped by the thick caparison, but as she walked and a small puff of the gas escaped, it was the same shiny red and orange as her belch. Like a flickering campfire… 

(I just farted and he’s not even saying anything!? I can’t tell if that is kind of him or infuriating! Is he looking down on me!? I am a Primus! Wait I don’t deserve to call myself thaaaaat! Oh, wait I forgot Orion is a Centurion too so he actually outranks me… Stupid Orion!) Sigrun grumpily glared at Orion’s back as she tried to bore a hole in his stupid little hat with her eyes as she cradled her human stomach and walked very carefully to avoid upsetting her second stomach anymore. The big bloated equine barrel gut of femcum wrapped up in warm fur and even warm clothes sloshed almost tauntingly whenever Sigrun waddled too fast… 

“Aaghh would ya hurry up Sigrun? My bed’s not getting any warmer.” Orion complained as Sigrun wanted to hit him in the head with a shovel… but Orion would probably just squeeze her stomach or something and she might start spraying like a hose from both ends! 

“I am trying Orion! I just…” Sigrun took a breath. She knew despite Orion’s foul mouth he was actually deeply caring. He had helped her numerous times after all and was Lord Cassinder’s right hand man for a reason. He was loyal, he was dependable, he would do what he was told without asking questions, his only bad side was his constant- 

“Yeah yeah you turned yourself into a balloon just like Sirin. I don’t care what you ladies do as long as I don’t have to clean up the mess. So, grab your guts and let’s go already. I don’t wanna hear no shit about how ‘volatile’ or ‘rumbly’ or whatever other shite ya are, got it? And if you start letting out farts all over like Sirin. I’m picking you up and carrying you the entire way and I don’t care how much you embarrass yourself” Orion stomped forward, every word goading Sigrun’s temper till her hair began to glow as her knuckles turned white from clenching. Sigrun was about ready to blow a fuse! Until a sudden pounding headache hit Sigrun as she stopped and breathed out, a puff of flame coming out her lips as Sigrun held her head and closed her eyes. (Nnggh… calm down. Calm down… he’s just… just being a JERK but he’s trying to help. Nng my head! Okay… it’s going away now…) Sigrun sighed as she felt a bit better, though when she closed her eyes and focused… she could see the Rosyn Beast inside her, unshackled and barely controlled… Sigrun could see it’s snarl, or worse, a smile, as her blood wanted to take control, burn everything away… even herself. (I’ve really done it now… I’ll need to talk to Lady Kaguya and Lord Cassinder… even if they don’t execute me I… I don’t know how I will control this… even now I feel it pulsing between my breasts… pulsing inside my hearts. Wanting to come out again… but will I be able to handle it this time? What if it eats me… or I… what if I hurt Corrin again!? No no no no-)

“Sigrun. Get your head out of yer ass and relax. I dunno what you're thinking of but I can see the steam coming out your ears,” Orion had stopped again and Sigrun panicked, checking her ears to see if steam really was coming from them… Orion laughed for a second before continuing. “Relax, look, lass. I dunno what happened, and I don’t really care. But I know one thing. Right now you’re dwelling. And dwelling helps no one. Is somebody dying right now? No? Then it doesn’t matter so much you gotta look like a ghost thinking about it. All right? Now, you ready to walk or you wanna keep blocking the road?” Orion asked as Sigrun looked around. A few Makyrs had stopped,  a male Strakkad and Minotaur, two Beastmen resembling bears, and three Dwarven Men and one woman had stopped and were patiently waiting for her to move out so they could carry the large chunk of metal they were transporting. Sigrun was always surprised by the difference between Male and Female Dwarves… though the same could be said for Minotaurs as well. Male Dwarves were exactly as one imagined from all the stereotypes, short, thick bodied, grouchy, huge beards, while female dwarves had spotless faces and long ears, though they had exceptional hair and Sigrun heard from the Servitor’s rumors that they had quite the ‘beard’ down there… Sigrun stopped her perverted thinking as she quickly apologized and moved to the side of the road, her feet able to safely stand on the thick snow in this segment with none of the magical Snowbrellas, so she was not at risk of falling down unlike the Makyrs carrying the massive chunk of metal. 

(I wonder why they don’t use a spell to help carry it? But they surely have their own reasons. Maybe that metal is magic resistant, or they need all the mana they can for their crafting spells…) As Sigrun waved off the Makyrs who all rushed along, though the Dwarves weren’t helping at all with the lifting of the massive chunk of raw metal, the Makyrs rushed off towards their construction destination as Sigrun’s stomachs gurgled again and her blush rapidly returned as Orion sighed and started walking ahead again. Sigrun carefully stepped back onto the warm road, the [Melt] magic embedded every several feet keeping it free of snow and ice as little rivers of water funneled around the houses and into pipes, going off to gardens and houses and who knows where else. 

After another thirty minutes of walking and a few stops to let out a fart or two… the two had arrived at one of the temporary houses. It was a far slower and shameful trip than Sigrun would have liked, if only she had been able to sprint ahead without her twin sloshy stomachs she would have been there in mere minutes! 

“Here you are lass. You and Sirin’s new home. Just for a day or two. Looks like shit but the whole thing is heated and there’s a big bathroom with Sirin in it. Though you uh.. you gotta change the tub under the toilet if you both fill it up. The Dwarves didn’t put plumbing in so they could tear it all down easily.” Orion said as Sigrun nearly gagged in horror at the idea of changing a tub full of shit. She was a Retainer of Clan Irrvast and a Primus! Even after all she had done this was not her role! Surely there was a servitor or- wait… she deserved this. Sigrun hung her head as she started delicately trotting towards the bland looking dark brown box with a slanted roof for snow to fall off and a chimney blazing away. Wait… how on earth did the Dwarves make this so fast!? 

Sigrun shook her head of the thoughts as she walked on before turning around and gritting her teeth… her ears twitched in annoyance as she struggled to say it, but finally forced it out. “Thank you, Orion. For… helping us tonight. Might I ask, why is Sirin here too?” 

“The little shit riled up Sirin too much and she wanted to eat the shitsqueek or eat his dick I don’t really give a shit which. Fucking ripped me up real good to keep her off of him before the damn slow ass chefs finally stuffed some weird food in her face and she started crying and blowing out her holes and filled… Una’s room? She filled someone’s room head to boot with shit and then a good load of hallway too Brahahahaha! So I guess you and Sirin got exiled together for whatever you did, and in case you start blowing out your ends too you gotta kick her out of the toilet!” Orion turned while laughing and headed off to finally get some sleep after a very, very long day. Completely ignoring how red Sigrun’s face got or her mouth open and close like a gasping fish as she wanted to defend herself… and insult herself for what she did… She never did get to grab Orion’s sword…

“Ugghhh… Exile he called it… exile! Ghnng… I want to be with Master… No! Gahh I don’t deserve it! Exile is right! It should be worse! I nearly burst her! Idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot!” Sigrun pouted and deprecated herself as she slowly walked up to the doors. Despite how fast the house was built it was definitely quite sturdy and was easily wide enough for her to get in. When Sigrun opened the door she was astounded at how warm it was inside… and her deprecating was drowned out by the other occupant’s defecating… 

*PPPLLLOOOOORRT!* 

*BBBRRRRRPPBBBPBPPRLRLLRRTT!* 

*PPLLOORRSSSSSSSSKKLSLKSSSSSSPSPSSSSS!*

“UUggnnnggh! SSSsssss Uwaaa Masteeeerrr!” Sirin’s voice filled the inside of the house… admittedly the bathroom wasn’t as soundproofed as the whole house was or... wait a second… Sigrun slowly looked around the remarkably crafted for such short time house, as Sirin’s loud crying for Isaac, though Lamia cannot cry tears, and her ass’s crying on the toilet were both loud and clear as Sigrun slowly closed the door with her back right hoof. Wincing at the sound of Sirin having what must have been quite foul diarrhea… Sigrun noticed with a very thankful gaze that there were four incense candles lit in the room, and it seemed the wood in the fireplace was also scented wonderfully. Sigrun noticed there were two very large Imeri on the floor, practically taking up the entire floor of this instant-house. There was also a table in the room with food and water in the corner and a stack of firewood for the fireplace… and Sirin’s tail was trailing through the room and into the bathroom. Wait. What?

*PPPPRRRROOOORRRT!*

“Unngghhh!” Sirin groaned as Sigrun watched as the beautiful bladed tail in front of her raised before slapping against the Imeri in frustration. Sirin was… she was using the restroom with the door open! 

“Sirin!? Winter King’s bite what are you doing!?” Sigrun shouted a bit as the tail suddenly recoiled as if she’d stomped on it. 

“EEEEE S-Sigrun!? When did- I can- I was just- I – Ouughh! *PPPPRRRAAAAP!*” Sirin was freaking out before her stomach cramped and another blast of fetid gas shot out of her rear. 

“Ugggh… Calm down Sirin. You’re such a mess when your Master isn’t around.” Sigrun sighed as she slowly stepped through the room and towards the wall in the corner that the tail was coming from. Sigrun understood the layout of the house now. The fireplace was in the center, on the left side from the door was their food and water for the night, and the entire right wall was actually just a stall wall for the bathroom… Which explained why there was practically no muffling on Sirin’s groans and sickly swampy emissions from her butt. 

“I am not! I just… Ugh what an awful servant I am! I… Oh Sigrun you would hate me if you knew what I tried to do to Master Isaac…” Sirin whined as Sigrun slowly waddled like a pregnant water cask towards the stall wall. Sigrun… Sigrun tried not to think about the fact that she was quite literally sloshing along as she carefully stepped over the Melusine’s tail, she knew that despite their strength Lamia tails were incredibly sensitive. 

*GGLLOOOORRRRPP* 

Sigrun’s eyes widened as one of her swollen water tanks of squirt gurgled, churning around her Master’s… Her Master’s… Sigrun’s face began to burn as she tried to process the words of what was swirling around inside her by the gallon. “We share that predicament, Sirin. I… I… I defiled Lady Corrin.” Sigrun’s hearts ached with sadness and shame, only made even worse that she had enjoyed it so much and her wicked beast hanging between her rear legs seemed to have no regret for the crime she’d committed!

“You? You could never…” Sirin said quietly as Sigrun finally made it around the wall. Sirin’s face lit up in shame as she realized Sigrun was now staring at her on the toilet… It was an odd kind of toilet Sigrun had seen before but never been inside. A large seat spread out through the entire thing with a hole carved in the center, or in this case, two holes, with a covering on the second hole to prevent smells leaking out, and Sigrun knew that below the hole was a large tub of some kind she’d probably have to take out later tonight… It was an Outhouse basically, though it had a strange- Sigrun’s eyes widened as her ears twitched in shock and exasperation. 

“What… is that filthy thing doing here???” Sigrun’s eyes practically swirled in shame as she saw what was next to Sirin. She hadn’t even really noticed Sirin’s shock and shame… or the inch of padding on Sirin’s hips and the current growling muffintop she sported as the Bulka Shrooms had successfully added over twenty pounds to the Retainer’s human stomach alone, let alone the additional weight she felt in her tail… Sirin looked over at the strange contraption to her left. The dwarves had added it a little bit after she was throne inside… She had just barely managed to hold her bowels in long enough for them to finish before she was promptly reacquainted to her current best friend in the world…

“I believe it’s a-“ 

“Don’t. I… I am not using that! What kind of beast do they- Well I did… Nngh… Do I really have to…” Sigrun looked at it again with disgust and horror. Next to Sirin on the backwall of the makeshift outhouse was a currently locked in large metal cage wrapped in soft fabrics, with a long chunk of the toilet hole having been cut out entirely. Sigrun knew exactly what it was as her face steamed with revulsion… and her stomachs gurgled as if telling her she’d be using it later no matter what. It was a Freestall embedded with a Mounting bar… and with the elongated hole for the outhouse hole meant for Sigrun… Sigrun nearly wanted to faint at the disgust. She was supposed to mount that and pee into the hole if her bladder needed emptying!? Next to Sirin!? There wasn’t even a border between the two of them! Just a few feet of space! Sirin would… she’d see everything! 

“No! No way! Absolutely not! Those sick Makyrs must have played a prank on us! Even… even death is preferable to this!” Sigrun wailed as Sirin winced, her upper stomach gurgled loudly as outside their little outhouse chamber her tail was curling. She really needed to fart again, but she was far too ashamed to do it in front of Sigrun like this! But wasn’t that exactly what Sigrun was protesting right now? 

“Even if I deserve death for my crimes. Let me die with dignity and not behave like some beast!” Sigrun backed up as her face was curled in rage and her ears and tail were swishing up and down and left and right. Her hands clenched into fists as she was going to protest and demand another proper bathroom for herself right now, or poison to drink if this humiliation was her fate! 

“I already asked… they said we must deal with nnggh… deal with it until- Sssss… Sigrun please cover your ears. I can’t nngh… hold it much longer…” Sirin practically whispered. Sigrun was too angry to listen for a moment before she finally understood and hastily plugged her fluffy ears with her fingers as Sirin’s face twisted. 

(Nggh I can’t hold it but she’s right there! Nnggh oooh it’s coming out I can’t- nnggh!) *PPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRFFFRRAAA-PPBBBPBPBPBBPBLBPLLPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* Sirin’s face turned a fiery red as she shifted on the seat, her left eye shutting as a pressurized fart shot out of her into the hole before turning into a crackle of muddy, almost liquid shit. Sirin’s hands clenched the seat as her recent expulsion lasted thirty seconds before her first stomach quieted down again. Sirin knew it would not last long… 

“Th- thank you,” Sirin said gently. Sigrun read her lips and unplugged her ears as her tail swished with shame herself. 

“It is forgiven already Sirin. You need not be so meek around me. Come on, where is the ever smug and full of herself Assistant to our lovely magician?” Sigrun smiled as Sirin’s wings twitched and she covered her face in her hands. 

“Don’t say thaaat. I don’t deserve that naaame. And I’m not… I’m not full of myself! And what about you? What’s got the proud and stoic worrywart Knight of Lady Corrin’s so riled up? Aren’t you the one who glares at anyone who dares try to help Lady Corrin besides Mistress Kaguya and Lord Cassinder or Master and Master Arkyn… and… why are you so…” Sirin stopped before saying ‘Big’ but Sigrun knew immediately what she meant as Sigrun’s mouth opened but no words came out. Instead, both of Sigrun’s swollen stomachs gurgled at the same time as her guts tried to digest the copious amounts of femcum stuffing her like a waterskin. 

*GGGGGRRRGRLLLEE-GLOOORRRRRP*

Sigrun shut her eyes and winced in shame as her swirling guts sent a fresh wave of gas to her backend as her bellies both bloated an inch around in front of Sirin. Her donut puckered under her Caparison as her tail began to raise higher and higher. “I… Stop it!” Sigrun pleaded out loud to her guts, but as if her bellies were protesting having to hear Sirin fart over and over and not get any relief themselves, her swirling sloshy tummies kept pushing and pushing through her waterlogged bowels until- 

*BBBRRRRRAAAAAFFFFFTT!* 

An airy fart spluttered through Sigrun’s ass right in front of Sirin as Sirin covered her face to hide the shameful display of Sigrun towering above her farting… luckily for both girls, Sigrun’s swollen human tummy covered by the thick coat was blocking Sirin’s line of sight from Sigrun’s Trompache bloating a bit as her cock ached. Normally Sigrun detested gassing all over a place even if Centaurs were naturally quite gassy. But now? Whenever her guts growled or sloshed from moving too quickly, or she burped or farted because of it… she was reminded of Lady Corrin’s giant pussy in front of her, of that addicting taste…. Of swallowing until she was ready to burst, squeezed as she was against the wall, as her asshole was torn open from the pressure inside her and every drink of Lady Corrin’s squirt shot just as much out her backdoor as her cock sprayed molten cum like a geyser… Sigrun’s shame shot up another level as she realized she was getting hard from farting just because she was imagining herself ballooning up from Corrin’s squirt once again! 

“Nnggh don’t look at meeee! Uggh I’m revolting, utterly shameless! A Crass drunken beast… I… I’m going to go walk out and bury myself in the snow! Maybe as an Icicle I’ll retain my dignity!” Sigrun groaned and backpedaled enough for her to turn and leave the stall. Sirin was about to stop her before she noticed… colored gas? Since when did Sigrun have that!? 

“Wait! Sigrun. Come back here. Can you… tell me what happened? I will *GLOOORP* nnggh… Sssss I will tell you what I did if you did?” Sirin tried to smile as Sigrun stopped and stared at her fellow Retainer to the Legendary Irrvast Clan… Both Retainers had obviously messed up in some way tonight…

*RRBMMBBLLEEE* 

Sirin’s face reddened again, but she did not clench her hands this time or ask Sigrun to plug her ears. Sigrun’s ears flopped in confusion as Sirin spoke up. “Can you please… fetch me some food and water. It seems I am hungry again… Even if it all wants to come out right away…” Sirin sighed as she placed her head in her hands, her beautiful vermillion horns aimed right at Sigrun as Sirin shifted her ample butt on the seat and Sigrun finally noticed the large muffintop the serpent sported that was not there earlier that day. 

“Hmph… Yes, I can. One second… and you go first… I am sure my crime is far worse…” Sigrun did not like doing menial things unless it was for Corrin… but Sirin was practically a sister to her even if they rarely spent time together. So Sigrun turned- far too fast-. 

*SLOOOSH*

*GLOOORRRP!*

“Neeee!?” Sigrun’s guts audibly swayed as the liquid within swirled and made her bellies ripple and she hastily slammed her hands over her face to stifle the neigh of surprise that leaked out. It felt like a Slime was inside her! Sigrun’s stomachs settled down after a moment as she panted, the sudden surge of movement was so odd feeling but felt so good being so full of her Master’s love… Sigrun’s cock ached again as it was bulging her Trompache a bit and her empty balls were starting to fill up a bit again… Sigrun felt even more shame for a moment as she realized her second stomach was so large her cock was aiming at the floor rather than directly under her… If her second stomach got any bigger her dick might be forced as vertical as the King’s Wall! Sigrun patted her first stomach gently, wary of any sudden movements as she felt the digestion inside her get stirred up with even more gas. Sigrun’s thick coat was already stifling and far too tight… Sigrun looked at Sirin who gave a small smile before Sigrun sighed and unbuttoned the coat. Her human belly swelling out a few more inches as Sigrun’s breasts flopped free, the Centauress now freed of the tight coat but still decent as she was covered in a regal shirt. Though to her surprise it was a House Valkyrie shirt and not one form Clan Irrvast… Sigrun’s bellies gurgled happily at being freed as her ears twitched in shame. 

Sirin couldn’t hide the small smirk that grew on her face as Sigrun looked back at her and scowled. “What is it? What are you smiling about.” Sigrun snipped at her. 

“It is just amusing seeing how far the two of us have fallen. I am nnggh… eager to hear your story. And… nnff… please cover your ears again!” Sirin grabbed her bubbling upper tummy as another fart wanted out again. 

“Don’t rub it in! Knowing what I have done… I just… how unforgivable. Unforgivable! Ugghh Master!” 

“Sigrun pleeeasse!” Sirin wailed. 

“Oh! There.” Sigrun stopped complaining and hastily plugged her ears again as Sirin’s face twisted as what must have been an even more violent bubble than before was barging through her guts. Outside in the ‘main hall’ of their temporary home, Sirin’s tail curled on itself over and over as if trying to tie itself into a pretzel as her face grew ever more warped into an uncomfortable look of desperation, queasiness, and disgust. Sigrun’s lips curled, her eyebrows twisted, she gripped the edge of the Outhouse attachment till her claws began to dig into the wood as her muffintop still visibly gurgled and bellowed in rage, before Sirin’s ass unloaded another spluttering barrage of fetid gas into the toilet as she whimpered. Her face twisting into relief as the stomach cramp faded as Sigrun tried to avoid looking or counting the seconds… or joining her as Sigrun’s bellies wanted to get some of the growing gas in her out now too. Sigrun’s stomachs were finally starting to process Corrin’s delicious femcum seriously, and while her Femcum was nowhere near as laden with Mana as her milk and gas were, else Sigrun may already be a bomb about to burst, her guts were still sloshing almost to capacity with liquid! 

Sirin’s fart finally ended after ten seconds of anus stinging Bitter Puff fueled judgement for her crimes earlier… Sirin panted in shame and disgust, wishing this would just end already! And even more distraught that her beloved Master hadn’t come visit… she was in Timeout, and she knew it! Sirin finally adjusted herself, looking proper once again as Sigrun pulled her fingers out of her ears… by the blush on Sigrun’s face, it hadn’t muffled all of Sirin’s ass blasting… 

“Are you feeling better?” Sigrun asked, though honestly she felt foolish even asking. Still, she wanted to be compassionate to her fellow Retainer. 

“A little… Ssss… ugh! The more that comes out the hungrier I feel! I never want to see a Bitter Puff ever again in my life…” Sirin said as Sigrun’s eyes widened. 

“You ate a Bitter Puff!? Why!?” Sigrun was beside herself.

“I didn’t do it on purpose…” Sirin whispered, but Sigrun did not hear, too wrapped up in her own little story.

 “Some of our troops forced each other to eat them as a stupid hazing ritual to prove they were worthy of joining Lady Corrin’s Troop even though the elders selected the troop for us! … The idiots smelled so foul Master vomited being around them. I told them that they were morons over and over but decided not to punish them, their guts were punishment enough! Honestly, how Garrus managed not to shit himself inside out after eating two of them and Asa almost did shit herself inside out after… Asa…” Sigrun stopped as a wave of sadness overtook her for a moment as Sirin looked up at her. 

“Sigrun. It is okay. So much has happened in such a short time. Shall you talk to me? It might help. And do not forget, the Song of Calling will be tomorrow night. You don’t-”

“Stop. Sirin. Thank you, but it was my failure and I do not wish to repeat it aloud. Not that one. I will not ever allow such a failure to happen again so long as I am Primus… though I don’t know if I will be one for much longer…” 

“Sigruuun! Stop it. This is too unlike you. Where is the hotheaded Centauress who barks orders at others in the training halls and Arena, who stops fights with her troops as easily as she tries to start fights with Servants for wanting to assist Lady Corrin? I do not know what happened, either on your expedition or tonight that has caused this depression. But I will allow it no longer! As a Magician’s Assistant, shall I give you a show to cheer you up?” Sirin smiled as Sigrun looked at her, her ears swishing softly as Sigrun seemed to calm down before smiling at her. 

“Can you get up off the toilet long enough to?” Sigrun grinned mischeviously as Sirin’s face turned as vermillion as her horns and her eyes swirled in shame. 

“Y-You!? I try to be nice and you repay my kindness with humiliation!?” Sirin whined as Sigrun’s grin broadened into a charming smile before she began to giggle, and then clutch her sloshing stomach as she laughed. 

“Ahahahahahaha! Oo-hahahahahaha! I’m sorry Sirin I had to you just- you’re so full of yourself usually but now you look ready to cry at the drop of a hat! Ahahahaha-“ *GGLGLLOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRP* Sigrun stopped laughing immediately as all that laughing and jostling of her sloshing bellies made her guts sound like a churning whirlpool. Sigrun winced as the gallons after gallons after gallons inside her kept swirling and jostling even with her cradling her human belly delicately as she shut her eyes and begged it to stop. But the shaken up liquid was still gushing around inside her as Sigrun felt like a Soda can shaken and dropped on the floor! Sigrun whined as her stomachs began to bloat right in front of Sirin as Sigrun’s belly and hide began to stretch with gas as waterskin Centauress bubbled like a Carbonated balloon. Inch by inch Sigrun began to blow up as her human stomach vibrated and churned with gas, ballooning as Sigrun’s waterlogged pipes flooded with wind. Already the gurgling orb was starting to stretch around Sigrun’s fingers as her lower half began to hit the wall. 

“Sigrun!?” Sirin gasped as Sigrun felt a huge belch and fart rush towards both ends. Sigrun tried to hold them back, but her tail crept higher and higher into the air as her throat began to bulge. Sirin realized immediately what was going to happen as she covered herself with her wings as a shield. Sigrun tried to hold it in, but her pillowy donut began to leak little *Frrrt*s and *Prrt*s as the pressure rose inside the ballooning war horse, her asshole acting like a runoff pressure valve as it suddenly opened wide and Sigrun’s eyes shot up as high as her tail did. Both aimed at the ceiling as Sigrun clutched at her throat. 

*UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRPPPPP!*

*FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!* 

A booming red and orange gale bellowed out of Sigrun’s lips and blanketed Sirin as her ass pumped out a stream of the same flame colored gas into her caparison, blowing the fronged ends up into the air to give a perfect view of her donut as it pumped out gallon after gallon of the scorch colored wind. Sigrun’s eyes crossed in relief as her stomachs deflated, her first stomach shrinking several inches while her second deflated an entire foot as her fart just kept coming and coming. Tickling and teasing her plump anus as it flowed out of her like a summer breeze, hot and wonderful as Sigrun’s pucker demanded more of the lovely gas to stretch it wide open. Even after her belch ended, Sigrun’s eyes only crossed more as her fingers twitched in relief around her throat, her Trompache bursting as her cock surged in size to a fattened and dripping erection as the sensation of blowing out so much wind just kept tantalizing and teasing Sigrun’s body. 

After a minute, Sigrun’s belch had ended, yet her fart rampaged on as Sirin knew she needed to breathe soon. If only she’d taken a proper breath beforehand she could have held on for over ten minutes! Sirin’s lungs began to ache after two minutes and she risked it, taking a deep breath and inhaling Sigrun’s flame colored belch… Sirin’s eyes went wide as rather than want to vomit… her tongue told her this wasn’t foul horse ass gas at all! Sirin’s eyes widened as she finally processed the smell and taste of the gas Sigrun was drowning the two in. 

Sizzling Spiced Hot Cocoa! One of Lady Kaguya and Corrin’s favorite drinks! Sirin could tell that fragrance anywhere, the imported spices such as Cinnamon and a few different kinds of pepper stirred into the thick, creamy, and oh so rich chocolate usually topped with a mound of thick whipped cream and caramel or chocolate drizzling… Spicy enough to give your mouth a tingle but so sweet and rich it was no wonder it was such a staple dish even the King drank it! Sirin’s mind swirled in confusion just as the gas swirled around her, resembling a world on fire but much more lewd and gastric in nature. Sigrun’s fart had finally ended after almost two and a half minutes as she processed the gas she’d also inhaled several times… and how she’d just farted longer than ever before! 

“AhhhHHHH!” Sigrun screamed in rage which also took Sirin by immediate surprise. As the cloud of delicious spicy hot cocoa slowly dissipated. Sigrun was besides herself, panting and furious and wanting to punch or kick- especially kick- a hole or ten in the walls. 

“Sigrun what’s wrong!? Where did that gas come from?” Sirin asked as Sigrun snapped back at her.

“Shut up! Shut uuup! Aaggh how is this happening!? Ahhh I should have just frozen to death I made everything worse and now I am like this too!?” 

“Sigrun!”

“Not only did I violate Corrin’s amazing body… ruined the princess of the Irrvasts and almost-“

“Sigrun!” 

“- made her explode! I even dared lick her privates and drank from the nectar of said princess myself like a beast!? And now-“

“Sigrun???” 

“now I am full of this atrocious sweet gas the same color as my cursed flames!? The same color as that fucking beast inside me!? How can this get any worse!? How could my Master even love me for this!?”

“Sigrun! Relax! Stop it already!”

 “And I am such a selfish sack of bloated shit unworthy of even being called an Irrvast let alone a Retainer or a Primus that I still want Corrin to love me and be with her despite how vile, greedy, pathetic, all around gar-“

“SIGRUN SHUT UP ALREADY!” Sirin had left the safety of the toilet as she grabbed Sigrun’s shoulders and shook her out of this self-deprecating spiral. Sirin could see tears in Sigrun’s eyes as the fiery redhead’s passion was too much for her to handle at the moment. Sigrun gasped as she looked eye to eye with Sirin who was scowling at her and yet holding her so gently, Sirin was using her tail muscles to give herself an equal height to Sigrun as she finally snapped her out of it. “GODS! You are worse than me! Relax Sigrun. Relax… Let me sing for you… and then YOU will tell me what happened first. There is no way it is as bad as what you are saying about yourself.” 

Sigrun stopped and sniffled as Sirin fanned away the last of the gas in the room, lest it set off Sigrun’s temper once again, Sirin was prepared to sing right there before a gurgle hit her and she hastily slammed her large rear back onto the Outhouse hole for safety. Then, with as much regality as Sirin could muster in her current situation. Sirin began to sing, her wings fanning out a bit as her tail wagged in the other room, imagining herself singing a duet with Isaac as her beautiful voice filled the entire house. Calming Sigrun’s hearts and even her stomachs as Sigrun let herself relax, wiping her eyes clean as she felt foolish and childish for having such an outburst as a Primus, but then even those thoughts fell away as Sigrun just listened to Sirin’s gorgeous song. One she had heard only a few times before, a happy song that was meant to be sung with the melancholy partner to turn it enchanting and alluring, of a promised paradise that could only last for so long, as ephemeral as it was euphoric. Yet without Isaac’s part to counter Sirin’s half, the song was much happier in tone, though less powerful than it would be.

Sirin and Isaac had memorized hundreds of songs sung in Blacktorch and around the world that tourists and travelers had given them as payment for shows, as it was far cheaper to give them a new song than it was to shell out the several gold admission fee for the talented Magician and his Assistant’s shows whenever Isaac wanted to perform.