Warm Blows the Wind (Brap Porn Request)

His party was in the heat of battle when Sedrah's problems began. It was that one goddamned goblin that ruined his day.

Sedrah was more vulnerable than the rest of his party, mostly due to his priest robes not being the most protective. This was why he often sat away from the action, mending the paper cuts of his party members. He felt a disconnect with the others, for multiple reasons. Besides being a lizardheaded freak, Sedrah was the most self conscious about his irritable bowels. Sometimes, his nighttime toots were loud enough to wake up the entire room, and smelly enough to sting their eyes.

On this particular day, though, Sedrah was relatively happy, as he hadn't had gas problems in weeks. While his party were fighting a gaggle of goblins, he enjoyed a tuna sandwich under the shade of a thin birch tree. These humid summer days usually gave him the shits like no other, but not anymore.

"Sed!" shouted Glenda, the warlock of the party. "We need some backup!"

"Haven't slept all day." Sedrah responded through a mouthful of fish. "My spells are empty."

Glenda grunted in annoyance as she kicked a goblin off her leg.

In the peanut gallery, Sedrah kicked off his sandals and watched his party fight. For a few minutes at least, he was on top of the world.

That changed when, without warning, a particularly sneaky green bastard crept behind the tree. None the wiser, Sedrah lay back on the tree, using his hands as pillows.

This was his chance to strike. The goblin tackled Sedrah, standing right on his chest. It proceeded to slash his scaly pecs with his dagger as Sedrah screamed for help.

Right when the goblin raised his dagger to sink it into Sedrah's face, a steel-toed boot kicked the monster off him. The goblin wriggled on the floor due to its several broken ribs.

"Are you alright, mate?" asked Grumog, the dwarf who gave the goblin the boot.

Sedrah kept screaming as his chest was still leaking blood. Without any spells, he couldn't heal himself easily. He needed to think quickly.

Frantically searching through his rucksack, Sedrah pulled out a second fish sandwich, a hunk of cheese, and half an onion. Without a second thought, he scarfed them all down as blue blood leaked from his sliced skin. All the while, Grumog looked on in horror and minor amusement.

Like magic, the gash stopped bleeding after he ate his rations. He took a deep breath, and looked around. Grumog was stomping the goblin's face into green pulp, on behalf of his dragonkin friend.

After the goblin stopped twitching, Grumog walked back over to Sedrah. "Heh, sorry about that." He placed his hand on Sedrah's shoulder to comfort him.

Sedrah clutched his chest, which still stung like hell. "No, it's fine. I'll live."

He was right, off course. Sedrah would survive, but his asshole wouldn't be so lucky.


Later that night, the party found a lovely inn to sleep in. It had a toilet and four vacant beds. There were five people in the party, so Grumog slept in the same bed as Sedrah, which was just asking for a noseful of toots.

Sedrah's brain was asleep, but his digestive system was working harder than ever. He knew the cheese and onions would give him the worst farts, but his desperation forced him to toss them down the hatch. Everyone would see (and smell) what a mistake that was.

Out of Sedrah's supple white ass came a light, near-silent fart. A calm before the storm, it dissipated in the air without much fanfare.

Sedrah ripped a second, much fatter one minutes after the first, It barreled out of his ass with a loud "BRAP", elegantly lifting his robes with its sheer force. The fart rubbed against Sedrah's prostate, making his lizard-like cock shoot up with an indescribable, instant pleasure.

After a few seconds came the smell. It was a horrific stench, smelling of pungent cheese and rotten fish fermenting in his stomach. It reached Grumog first, and it instantly waked up the dwarf with its uncompromising stink.

Grumog gagged as he held his nose. Jumping out of bed, he looked at his dragonborn bedmate, whose thick ass was facing straight up, like a hellish volcano of flatulence. He knew that the smell would reach the others soon enough, so all he could do is try to endure it for now.

For a minute or so, Grumog sat back in bed in utter disgust, as well as suspense for the next fart. He slowly took his hand off his nose as the smell became somewhat pleasant.

"Hmm, that's not so ba-" An even louder toot erupted from Sedrah's ass which was as loud as a cannon. This fart released a gigantic wave of onion-like stench, even more potent than the previous one. Meanwhile, the waft of the previous fart had passed into the other room, and woken up the others.

"Ugh!" said Kurt, the rogue, as Sedrah's cloud of stench reach his nose.

Glenda hopped out of her bed to see the commotion, but was greeted with naught but the dwarf and dragonborn. The former seemed to be on the verge of passing out, while the latter seemed comfortable with the stench.

"Gru," Glenda gagged. "Has Sedrah been ripping again?"

Grumog silently nodded, which was Glenda's queue to escape the room before the smell got even worse.

After a few more minutes of quiet suffering interrupted by thundering braps, Grumog decided to get it over with. He straddled Sedrah's legs, and grabbed both his monstrous ass cheeks with his hands. He was ready to pummel those things until every last fart came out.

He pressed down on the cheeks as hard as he could, squeezing out a huge fart. It went right in Grumog's face, who was holding his breath until the ass quelled its endless rage.

Although no one knew it, Sedrah was wide awake at this point, and was desperately trying to hide his blushing blue face and his rock hard cock.

Grumog bore down on his friend's bulbous brap cannon, and squeezed yet another monstrous toot from the ass like it was juice from an orange. The smell burned his eyes and like no other, and its cheesy aura ruined his nose, but this was the least he could do to help his friend out.

Sedrah finally let loose a deep, throaty moan (from his mouth). "You're so rough, daddy!"

Grumog stopped pressing on Sedrah's ass. "What?"

"K-keep going!" he grunted, as the farts were tearing up his insides.

Grumog squashed the ass one last time, which brought forth the final, nauseating fart. It all went into Grumog's face, who had taken in so much unbearable stench that the hairs on his nose were burnt away. "You'll... you'll be alright..." Grumog tried to hold his grip on consciousness as the stink began to mess with his brain.

The party looked back into the room to watch the madness on display, this time with their noses firmly pinched. Grumog saw stars in his vision as he kept massaging the butt cheeks relentlessly, having gone manic from the smell.

After two grueling minutes of squeezing, the persistent dwarf finally passed out, his sweaty body falling onto the carpet.

"...What the fuck?" the party asked in unison. The dragonborn could only respond with a shrug, followed by a petite encore of toots.


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