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Within the Scarlet Forest, Alma and the Hunter Layla were carefully making their way through the terrain to locate their target. See, the Hunter’s Guild has received reports of some unusual Congalalas roaming the area, defeating many Hunters that went after it. Hearing the reports made the Hunter-Handler duo curious about how Congalalas were so strong. Were they a new subspecies that boasted increased power compared to normal Congalalas? Or, have they become Tempered monsters? Either way, the duo were going to get to the bottom of this mystery.
As the duo trekked through the forest, their noses started to pick up a rotten stench. It was like sulfur mixed with unwashed ass. The smell was so overwhelming that a visible, yellow-tinted fog hung around the area.
“... Yep. There’s no doubt about it. We’re close.” Layla stated, strangely unbothered by the stench. “Stay close to me, Alma…”
“R-right…” Alma replied, her nose twitching in intrigue as well. “Still… This smell is a lot stronger than what a normal Congalala can produce. And there’s something…odd about it, but I can’t put my finger on it…”
“... Yeah…”
The two slowly crept through the stinky fog, their eyes burning from the concentrated stink. Eventually, the duo took cover in some bushes the moment they caught a glimpse of pink fur. Upon peaking out of their hiding places, Layla and Alma’s eyes went as wide as dinner plates.
There was no doubt that the two monsters in their line of sight were Congalalas. However, they appeared more…human-like than what the duo were used to. For one thing, their faces weren't reminiscent of a hippo. Rather, it resembled that of a normal human woman. What was also woman-like were their breasts. From what they could see from the Congalala girl in their direction, each monster possessed a pair of marvelous melons that were at *least* an E cup.
Of course, the real fascinating part of their anatomy…was their ass.
Naturally, Congalalas were known for having big butts. But the cake these two were carrying were on a completely different level altogether. Each plump cheek they had were as big as a beach ball, and it looked like they could easily consume both Layla and Alma's bodies with ease.
And those same pair of cheeks were each consuming a pair of Hunters that dared to attack them. One of the Congalalas was using the Hunters she caught as glorified butt rags, while the other was mercilessly grinding her ass against two Hunters. To make things even more humiliating for the Hunter party…
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The Congalala women were shredding absolute cheddar on their bodies.
Now, Layla and Alma have been unfortunate to be on the wrong end of a Congalala a number of times…so much so that they have grown familiar with the stench they can produce. But now that they are getting fresh whiffs of these unusual Congalala’s farts, they could conclude that they stink way worse than a normal Congalala. In fact, they were certain that a normal person would pass out after a couple sniffs.
However, that did not apply to these two. In fact, Layla found herself so enamored that she reached towards her crotch, pulled her raging, erect gock out, and began stroking it hard. Alma, though able to restrain herself for the moment, turned to her Hunter partner and looked at her aghast.
“L-Layla!” Alma whisper-yelled, her face beet red. “A-are you really doing that here?! Y-you can't just…j-just…”
Just as Alma was trying to think of what to say next, her train of thought was interrupted by an animalistic grunt coming from one of the Congalala girls.
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Alma turned around just in time to witness the Congalala grinding her butt on the Hunters raising her tail and belting out a heavy, bubbly cheek-flapper on them, bathing them in her repugnant stench.
Once Alma saw the Congalala wave a hand around her large ass…it was over for her. She too unsheathed her dick and began stroking it like there was no tomorrow.
The two gleefully observed the Congalala's grotesque activities for the next few minutes. With every smelly fart they ripped, every grunt they uttered, every tail raise,and every groan from the Hunters they were torturing, Layla and Alma felt themselves getting closer and closer to orgasm. As much as they wanted to yell out how pleasurable this sight was, the duo reigned themselves in, lest the Congalalas spotted themed them.
Speaking of them, the Congalala girls started to grow bored of toying with their prey. So, they got down on their knees, raised their massive rears to the sky, carrying the Hunters that were now stuck there, and pushed as hard as possible.
After a few seconds of grunting, a stream of brown-colored gas shot out of the Congalalas and into the sky, bearing enough power to send the Hunters attached to their rears flying off in the distance. But even after they got rid of them, they still kept ripping ass until their gas bombs petered out after 30 seconds. During that time, Layla and Alma, who had been observing the Congalalas torturing the Hunters the entire time, came hard, shooting thick ropes of cum onto the ground.
As the Congalala duo sagged in relief, they suddenly picked up a new smell…one that they didn’t create themselves. They scanned the area to attempt to find the source, and their eyes soon landed on the bush Layla and Alma were hiding in. The two beast women turned to look at each other and smiled deviously.
The Congalalas each picked up a handful of blue mushrooms and proceeded to ferociously devour them until there was nothing left. As soon as they did, their stomachs uttered a sinister growl. Once they felt the gas inside them bubbling, the two monsters approached the bush, their hips sashaying with each step. As they were winding down from their recent orgasm, neither Layla nor Alma noticed the Congalala’s approach until they heard rustling in the bush. When they turned to the source, they caught the unexpected sight of a pair of massive buttocks aimed right at them, separated by a few leaves. Naturally, the Hander-Hunter duo couldn’t take their eyes off the two butts before them, but they didn’t get to drink in the sight for long…
Layla and Alma suddenly noticed that the leaves closest to the monster’s cracks began to billow, as if they were being pushed back by a gentle breeze. Within seconds, the hideaway was flooded with a fresh wave of Congalala stink. While Layla and Alma willingly breathed the fumes in, their eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
“C-crap…! I’m…getting sleepy…”
Those were the last words Layla was able to get out before she and Alma fell asleep and collapsed on the ground.
…
After an unspecified amount of time, Alma’s eyes slowly opened, only to come face-to-face with one of the Congalala girls staring down at her. Unsure of the monster's intentions, Alma tried crawling away from the Congalala. Unfortunately, her back quickly hit a wall, and the Congalala closed the distance between them. Then, the Congalala leaned down until her face was level with Alma’s. With the Congalala so close to her, Alma took note of the monster’s lips parting.
“Wh…what are you-”
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The Handler’s brown hair blew back from the force of a ripe, raucous belch coming from the Congalala. Her nose was flooded with a sudden wave of guttural stink so raunchy that Alma had to stifle a gag.
Smirking from Alma’s reaction, the Congalala girl slowly turned around and bent down, aiming her wide wagon of an ass towards the Handler. The sheer musk emanating from this monster was potent enough to sting Alma’s eyes.
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What also stung Alma’s eyes was the massive gut bomb the Congalala detonated in her face. The monster’s rotund cheeks flapped as it fumigated the area with a thick, earthy fog that wilted any greenery caught in the blast radius. Alma’s body instinctively hacked up some gas that she breathed in. At the same time, her dick began to reach full mast once again, especially as the Congalala waved a hand around her reeking backside.
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The Congalala’s ass parted once more to belch out two shorter, yet smelly farts in Alma’s face, her nose burning from the rancid stink swarming her senses.
P-phew… The surrounding haze was already strong enough… But taking their flatulence point-blank like this…it’s a completely different experience altogether! Alma noted to herself. It’s so thick… so stinky…and yet, I can’t get enough of it!
At that moment, Alma’s libido took over as she tried to get closer to the Congalala’s butt. However, the Handler was pushed back by the simian monster’s tail, keeping her where she was. The Congalala then put her face on the ground and brought her rear end up. Once she angled herself just right, the Congalala puffed her cheeks and grunted.
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Alma was instantly doused in a haze of brown gas that peppered her senses with the unyielding stench of compost, meat, and cheese. Her lungs cried out desperately for fresh air, she felt the urge to purge her stomach, her eyes were burning as if exposed to 100 onions… But that didn’t matter to the Handler at all. She happily wafted the malicious malodor towards herself, breathing in as much of the Congalala’s buttfunk as possible.
As this was going on, Layla was nearby, being forced to watch this whole smelly spectacle unfold alongside the other Congalala, who had the Hunter saddled upon her lap. While the sound of the Congalala’s flatulence and Alma’s lewd moaning filled the air, Layla's dick stood at full mast and drool dripped down her open mouth.
She was so engrossed by the sight before her that Layla didn't notice the other Congalala girl preparing something for her as well…until she heard her grunt in her ear.
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Lifting her butt slightly off the ground, the Congalala girl bit her lip and released a short, comical fart, blowing away the grass near her butt. As she sighed in relief, the Congalala cheekily wafted her rancid odor towards herself and Layla, their noses twitching from the stink. For such a funny-sounding fart, it smelled absolutely dreadful!
… And yet, Layla huffed it up anyway…along with the two consecutive toots that came afterwards.
While Layla was enjoying herself, the Congalala that was “tormenting” Alma started to make her way towards the Hunter. Once she was close, the beast woman turned around and bent down, bringing her phat ass level with Layla's head. And to make sure she couldn’t move away, the other Congalala held the Hunter’s head in place, forcing her to stare at the naked booty in front of her.
After resting her hands underneath her buttcheeks, the Congalala puffed her cheeks and pushed.
There was no sound, but Layla felt her brown locks flutter from a soft breeze. The already musky air shrouding the Hunter amplified tenfold once the smell of this plant-wilting SBD settled in. It was an unholy combination of beans, mushrooms, eggs, and raw sewage that made Layla gag out of reflex, even in spite of how much she loved it.
But the Congalala wasn’t done with the Hunter yet. She caught Layla mid-gag slammed her massive rump against her head, her nasty rosebud aligning perfectly with Layla’s mouth. The lingering miasma of the Congalala’s previous farts grazed the Hunter’s taste buds, jumpstarting her gagging session once again.
To top it off, the Congalala balled her fists up, scrunched her face, and grunted.
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A sonorous, damp expulsion of flatulence erupted from the Congalala’s big behind, rattling Layla's body and filling it with the beast's malicious effluvia. As the damp cheek-flapper raged on, Layla’s once-flat stomach began to balloon up, taking the shape of a small beach ball
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The size of the Hunter’s stomach expanded further as the Congalala continued to drop bomb after bomb into her orfice. Layla weakly tapped the Congalala's rump to get her attention, but the beast woman simply grabbed both her arms and placed them on her phat ass, having her rub the meaty globes of fat. It didn’t take long for Layla to get into the rhythm and start rubbing the Congalala’s cake on her own. The Hunter even gave the pair of cheeks a few affectionate gropes, her hands sinking in the monkey girl’s booty flesh.
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Of course, that action earned her another gnarly blast down her throat, as well as a grunt of satisfaction from the Congalala pressing her butt against her head…and a playful nose fanning from the Congalala holding the Hunter in place.
Speaking of whom, the other Congalala girl casted a gaze over towards Alma, who was vigorously stroking her aching cock as she watched the Congalala pair gas Layla out. Seeing the Handler’s current state, an idea sprung up in her head.
The Congalala released her hold on Layla's head, which prompted her partner to pin the Hunter to the ground with her phat ass to ensure she didn’t escape (not that she planned to). Then, the other Congalala dragged the horny Alma towards the Hunter and placed her on the ground.
Seeing what her fellow Congalala was planning, the other simian monster smirked and raised Layla's legs up, revealing her firm bubbly ass to the Handler, whose mouth was promptly shoved into her crack. And with her legs pressing against her bloated stomach, it didn't take long for Layla to pass gas herself.
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For 30 seconds, Alma’s throat was filled with a voluminous burst of flatulence akin to the roar of a Rey Dau. The sheer stench of all the farts Layla swallowed prior, along with the beans and cheese she ate earlier, stung the cute Handler’s tongue, eliciting more than a few gags. And just like her Hunter companion, Alma’s stomach began to inflate with fart gas, resembling a small watermelon after the blast.
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The size of Alma’s gut only got bigger once Layla’s butt erupted once more with a duo of damp butt bombs that echoed in her throat. These two farts were more than enough to push Alma’s bowels to the limit, and with a feminine grunt, Alma exploded.
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Alma’s pale cheeks wobbled as a deep, bassy explosion escaped the confines of her ass, filling the air with a dark brown miasma reeking of the combination of Layla and the Congalala’s farts. As she was pinning Alma down at the time, the Congalala girl got a huge faceful of the malicious reek brewing in the brown-haired Handler’s bowels. It was so strong, so thick, that even she had to gag. Good lord, did this human girl stink!
… Despite that, the Congalala found herself growing enamored with the stench. Perhaps it was due to the fact it came out of an admittedly cute woman. Or, perhaps it was because this smell was a product of gas being cycled through two intestines. Whatever the case was, the Congalala found herself bending down, bringing her nose level with Alma’s.
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The Congalala’s nose was soon graced by a pungent, silent breeze brushing against her, assaulting her senses with a fresh wave of stink. It reeked like hell, but…the Congalala enjoyed it so much that she started to wag her tail like a dog.
… In fact, the Congalala went the extra mile and plunged face first into Alma’s rear, her mouth perfectly connecting with the young woman’s rosebud.
From that point on, their farting session became an infinite loop. Whenever the Congalala sitting on Layla ripped ass, Layla would fart in Alma’s mouth in kind. And when that happened, Alma expelled that gas into the other Congalala’s mouth, which fueled her up in the process. And as the loop continued on, Layla and Alma grew hornier and hornier until they crossed the threshold for orgasm, staining the ground (and in Layla’s case, her body) with thick ropes of ejaculate.
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An unspecified amount of time later, the two Congalala women felt their stomach roar to the point where they doubled over in pain. They could tell…they had something bad cooking up in their guts. Luckily for them, the two of them had willing cushions that were super into flatulence.
Since that was the case, the Congalala girls knew exactly how to finish these two girls off.
Picking up the exhausted duo, the Congalalas pressed them against the wall and slammed their massive badonkadonks on their crotches, wedging their dicks between their nasty cheeks. The two monster women then proceeded to grind their smelly butts against Layla and Alma, getting a few pleased moans out of the duo.
Once they had their fun, the two beastly women turned to look Layla and Alma in the eye, flashed them a sultry smirk, rested their hands on their luscious thighs, and let out a pair of animalistic grunts.
At first, the only farts that seemed to come out were brief, comical-sounding poots. Despite being small bursts, they stunk, causing Layla and Alma to let out a cross between a groan and a moan. The beastly women kept grunting to get more flatulence out, but all that came out were the same kind of stock farts. Though they were disappointed by the size of their expulsions, the Congalalas did take solace in the fact that their actions were stoking their prisoner’s arousal. They could feel that the duo were quickly reaching their limit, so the Congalalas bore down and pushed as hard as possible.
Their efforts were…well-rewarded, to say the least.
Various organisms living in the Scarlet Forest fled in terror as a large, brown cloud enveloped the whole biome, accompanied by a deep, bassy sound akin to a foghorn. All the plant life caught in the blast zone wilted away within seconds, and any animals not fast enough to get away collapsed on the ground from inhaling the cloud of death.
The booming sound didn’t go away until two full minutes passed. Within the epicenter of the double anal explosion, the two Congalalas had stepped away from Layla and Alma, who collapsed on the ground with glossed-over faces and their bodies covered in spunk. Satisfied with their work, the Congalals smirked, waved a hand around their fuming backsides, and walked away, leaving the Hunter-Handler duo to stew in their combined stink.