"I wish to see your own farting skills at work," Andaret said, pointing at Cyrus with her extended left arm. Cyrus couldn't help but chuckle. "I'm sorry, what?" he replied, baffled by what she had just said. Andaret lowered her arm and remarked, "You heard me - I want to see how strong your farts are." Cyrus only continued to speak back to Andaret in disbelief, stating, "Alright, look Princess... I dunno if you know this, but normal people don't fart like you do." Andaret's only response was to raise her eyebrow slightly. Her face said it all: she was visibly confused.
"That's strange - normally, it would have taken effect by now. Guess you're more resistant to my powers than I gave you credit for," Andaret said. Cyrus' expressed had changed from one of disbelief to that of slight concern. "Uhh, what are you talking about, Princess?" Cyrus questioned. "What powers? All you did was fart in my face, that's hardly anything impressive." Andaret puffed up her cheeks and crossed her arms. "Hey, you don't have to be such a jerk about it... wait... you don't know?" Andaret said, unsure of what Cyrus knew and did not know. Cyrus started to become increasingly frustrated - he let out a heavy sigh and replied, "Know what, Princess? Clearly, there's something I haven't been made aware of." Andaret's eyes widened slightly. "Oh..." she said softly. "I didn't realize nobody had told you this... O-Oh goodness, you must think I'm so rude, I am so sorry!" Andaret began to worry that she had made a terrible first impression on Cyrus right off the bat. Cyrus only squinted his eyes in confusion.
"My sincerest apologies!" Andaret said frantically. "Honest to Gods, I would not have done that to you if you didn't agree to it first! I thought someone would have told you!" Cyrus started to shout back, "Tell me what?!" Andaret took a deep breath in, and then sighed a heavy sigh before she continued, "Alright... Cyrus, there's something you should know about me. I'm a Stinker, and now... so are you." At that moment, Cyrus knew exactly what had happened now, and his eyes widened at the prospect. Oh no, he thought to himself. I'm a STINKER?!
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Stinkers are a strange sub-species of human, imbued with a sort of magical force that results in their tremendous flatulence - while the origins of this force is unclear, the effects are not. The scent of their gas is almost entirely dependent on what food the Stinker consumes, and each and every Stinker has some semblance of control over their farts, though just how much control they have exactly varies from Stinker to Stinker on an individual level. Stinkers are often seen as mischief makers, often playing foul pranks on others with their gas - one of their favorite pranks is to fart in someone's face directly and to see their reactions to the smell. However, this can result in said person developing their own powerful form of flatulence, but only if certain conditions are met - and each person comes with their own set of conditions, at the complete discretion of the Stinker who farted upon them.
For Cyrus, his conditions were to agree to work for Princess Andaret, and nothing more - little did Cyrus know that he should have read the fine print on the contract he was given back at the guild. Those bastards! Cyrus thought. Once I accepted the contract, the terms of becoming a Stinker were already made! Why didn't anybody TELL me this? Why did I SEE this?! Cyrus slumped to his knees at the sound of this news. Ohhh, man... now I'm NEVER gonna get a girlfriend!
Andaret stood awkwardly still in the middle of Cyrus' door frame, staying silent. A minute of silence passed before Cyrus spoke up again. "So... I'm a Stinker now, huh? That's why you put your ass right up to my face - it was to make me a Stinker?" Andaret nodded her head nervously. Cyrus closed his eyes and sighed. "Great," he said, "that's just great... why did you make me a Stinker?" Andaret sood silently for a moment before she told Cyrus, "I'll tell you, you just have to hear me out - come now, I'll show you the castle, and we can discuss it on the way to my room." Cyrus slumped his head forward in defeat and followed Andaret out of his room and into the castle halls.
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About halfway through the tour of the castle, Andaret had finished explaining to Cyrus why she did what she did to him, as well as why she did that to all her guards. As they continued to walk through the castle, Cyrus recapped, "So, you do it, so that you can have yourself an elite gas squadron of soldiers?" Andaret nodded and replied, "Yes, precisely - It's actually been a tradition in my family for generations now. We're proud to showcase our mighty farts to our opponents." Cyrus put his hand up to his eyes to cover them up as he looked down at the floor. "So, now my ass is a weapon. Wonderful," he said sarcastically. Andaret tried to cheer him up by saying, "Not yet, you're not - like I said, you're more resilient to my gas than I would have thought." Cyrus replied glumly, "It's only a matter of time though, and once I started blasting away, it's going to stay that way." Andaret stopped and looked away from Cyrus. Cyrus noticed shortly after and stopped as well, turning to face Andaret. "Princess?" he asked. Andaret put her arms behind her back and started to blush. 'I'm sorry, I'm just... I'm just so embarrassed!" she exclaimed. "I really am sorry for this, Cyrus, I had no idea you didn't know! I would have never have done this otherwise!" Cyrus raised both his arms in surprise as he replied, "Whoa, whoa, take it easy there... try not to lose your head."
"But aren't you mad at me?" she asked earnestly. Cyrus stopped and thought about what she said for a moment, and after a few seconds of silence, he responded by saying, "No, I'm not mad at you. I mean, I'm mad, just at my guildmates - they totally set me up for this, I know they did." Andaret replied, "How do you mean?" Cyrus said back to her, "I was the last person they came to when they had gotten the job - apparently nobody else wanted to take it, so they told me that I was personally hand-selected by you yourself to be your new, temporary bodyguard... they probably just told me that so I wouldn't feel like I had to read the contract." Andaret was srurprised. "Why would they do that?" she asked. Cyrus said plainly, "Because they needed the work, and this was the biggest gig they got in months - there was no way they could pass that up, not when it came from the Princess. If word got out that they served Her Royal Highness, that makes for great advertising." Andaret nodded, seemingly understanding what Cyrus had meant, though she did not say anything to him. A few more silent, awkward seconds passed before Cyrus added, "But... I'll get over it." Andaret's eyes lit up some. "You mean, you're not gonna quit?" Cyrus shrugged his shoulders and remarked, "Eh, even if I wanted to, I can't - contractually obligated and all - but hey, what was I gonna do if I quit anyway? I'm already gonna be a Stinker, there's no changing that now - I'll try my best to make lemonade out of this lemon." Andaret smiled slightly. "I appreciate your willingness, Cyrus. And, for what it's worth, I am sorry." Cyrus responded causally by saying, "Hey, if you can just lemme know when you're gonna put your butt in my face before you decide to pass gas, then there's no need to worry." Andaret laughed, saying, "You got a deal."
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The tour had come to a close - Cyrus was now mostly familiar with the layout of the castle - all that was left to do now was to head to Andaret's room. Upon arriving, Andaret moved over to her bed, and sat down alongside the edge, on top of the comforter. Cyrus stood a couple feet away from her and simply said, "Alright, now what?" Andaret replied, "Well, do you feel any different now?" Cyrus just shook his head. Andaret added, "Then, in that case, we wait - it's gotta be any second now."
Another minute or two had passed, when Cyrus' stomach began to rumble and growl - this was it, the effects of Andaret's fart was finally kicking in. "Alright, let's do this,' Cyrus said, as he spread his legs apart and bent his knees slightly. He folded his arms across his chest and stood in what looked like an awkward yoga pose, simply waiting for the gas build-up to be released. As the gurgling in his stomach persisted, Cyrus could feel more and more pressure mount up in his butt - this was it, it was time to push out his first Stinker fart:
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