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Story : Keitaro's Naughty Dream
🕑 Added 2024-09-29 20:43:26 +0000 UTC(This is part of the Fartface series —previous clips/stories are available on my Deviantart page—)
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Somewhere around noon, at the Pepper's Pub in Britechester.
“Anyway, that’s I how I beat her. It took me like a dozen tries, but I finally clapped that bitch. I tell ya, backstab is broken as fuck,” boasted Keitaro, miming a stabbing motion with his fist.
“A dozen tries? Weird flex, but okay. I obliterated that armoured chick on the second attempt. She’s big and predictable, no match for my arcane build,” replied Stuart with disdain.
“Meh, you guys suck,” bellowed Eric with an obnoxious laugh, “I’m sure I’ll destroy her on the first try with my big two-handed club!” He then turned to Keitaro, staring at him with a roguish smile and added, “Hmph, maybe It’s all that extra muscle that’s making you dumb and slow, Keyboy.”
“The fuck you talking about? jealous of my gains, Ricky?” Keitaro snapped back.
A barely contained anger washed over Eric’s face. “Been hitting the gym lately, uh? Saw you flexing those pecs on Simstagram like you’re hot shit.” —He raised his clenched fist— “You still look like a little bitch to me, no cap. Ya think you’re tough 'cause you got some meat on those twigs? You ain't shit, bruh!”
Keitaro wasn’t fazed, he was used to this kind of abuse from Eric. The dude was short-fused and mean as a guard dog behind a fence. The best way to defuse this situation was to distract him with a shiny new toy or, in other words, to simply change the subject.
“Whatever, you guys seen the n—”
Stuart’s loud throat clearing interrupted him. “I happen to know for a fact that our little hypertrophied buddy here has been seen working out with Nilüfer... repeatedly,” he announced proudly, tilting his head and pushing his glasses up his nose.
"Nil-oo-fur...? Oh, you mean Butterball!? Ain’t no way, bro. Haha, you’re getting cozy with that fat giraffe? What’s the plan, ya trying to climb Mount Fatass?” Eric snorted.
Keitaro was all hot and bothered now, that fat moron was really getting on his nerves. He clenched his fists under the table, trying to keep his cool. "You know, Eric, it's funny how you always talk the biggest game but you, you n-ever... uhh,” he suddenly stopped mid-sentence.
Without a shadow of a doubt, he recognized his sister’s confident strut from afar. She was walking down the street towards them, moving fast. She locked eyes with him and a huge mischievous grin appeared on her face. A hint of anxiety crept up his neck.
Stuart, none the wiser, nervously chuckled. “Alright, alright, guys, how about we settle this with a—”
"Kei! There you are!" Asha called out, her voice dripping with faux sweetness as she approached their table with aplomb. "So... I guess this is where you spend your days."
Keitaro stiffened a bit but forced a smile. "Ash! ahem didn’t expect to see you here. Aren’t you supposed to be at work?"
Asha placed a delicate hand on his shoulder and leaned in just a bit too close. "Nah, I took the rest of the day off,” she then turned her gaze to Stuart and Eric, and greeted them with a pleasant smile. "And who are these charming gentlemen?”
Stuart, caught off guard by her sudden attention, stammered, "Uh... H-hello Milady I’m Stuart. A pleasure to make your a-acquaintance."
Asha’s eyes widened; her smile not wavering. “Hi, Stuart! I’m Asha, his big sister. Nice to meet you.”
Eric grinned and leaned back in his chair, his usual bravado kicking in. "And I’m Eric. I gotta say, Keitaro never mentioned he had such a cool sister. You both look so different, I woulda never guessed”—he pointed at both— “I mean he’s small, scrawny and not really pleasing to the eye and well... you’re kinda the opposite."
Her smile waned; the friendly facade dropped for a moment. She lifted her chin, incredulous, and gave Eric a cold-eyed stare. “Did you just call me fat?”
Eric was stumped, he was clearly not expecting this reaction. It was a rare sight to see him in such discomfort, it’s like he was almost... ashamed. His voice faltered, “Huh!? A-ahem... no, no that’s not w-what I meant!”
The tension in the air was palpable, Asha was still staring at him with an intense undecipherable gaze. A moment passed and, right before it got awkward, a huge smirk reappeared on her face. “Hahaha, relax dude I’m just messing with ya.”
She crossed her arms. “But for real though, don’t be too hard on my lil’ brother. He’s got his own unique charm plus he’s scrawny no more, I mean look at these guns," she shot Keitaro a sidelong glance and tapped his upper arm.
Keitaro felt his stomach tighten and forced a chuckle out. She had a way of turning every situation to her advantage. Pretty, strong and cunning; a truly deadly combo: she could manipulate anyone into doing anything for her, he knew this fact too well.
“Anyway, what were you guys talking about?” she asked with enthusiasm.
“Videogames and other shit, you know, boys stuff,” replied Eric, back to his own self.
They probably didn’t notice but Keitaro knew she was pissed again by Eric’s attitude. Her body language plus the tone of her voice, he immediately identified that as her “Sick of your shit” mode.
She tsked. “Dude, I love videogames. I got a sick highscore on Blicblock!”—She grabbed her phone out of her back pocket— “Check this out,” she announced proudly, pointing to the screen.
At this point, Stuart snickered and started mansplaining why Blicblock wasn't exactly a "real" video game but more akin to “casual slop” and so, not quite in the same league as the game they were talking about. He was trying really hard to pass as knowledgeable without sounding like the condescending prick he usually was.
Keitaro was barely listening to their conversation, he was deep in thoughts, wondering if it was really a coincidence that his sister happened to find him here. Paranoia was starting to settle in. Nilüfer miraculously stumbled upon him the other day and now this. Was she following him?
For the past few days, he hung around the campus pretty much the whole day in an attempt to avoid her. In truth, she was driving him nuts at home: bossing him around and asking him to do degrading things that he, shamefully, often enjoyed. He desperately needed some space.
“—you know, just a small party with my friends but you’re both invited. There will be games and stuff, it’s gonna be super fun!” Asha exclaimed while moving her hands around excitedly.
“Say what?” Keitaro blurted, in shock.
“Oh, you know, that get-together at home I talked to you about” —He was certain that she did not—” Well, the more the merrier, if your friends wanna join us they’re welcome,” she glared at Eric, “Just don’t come empty-handed and bring some beers.”
Before they could react, Asha looked at her phone and gasped. “Oh shit, I’m late! Gotta go, boys. Byeeee!” She said before dashing out of the cafe terrace in a hurry.
In an unprompted move, Eric and Stuart both stood up and watched her going away.
“Damn, bro! Your sis is such a hardcore girlboss but holy fuck, look at that gyatt! She single? You think I can rizz her up? Dude, you gotta impress her with me!” Eric shouted excitedly.
Stuart was leering at her in a conspicuous way. “She’s out of your league, idiot. It’s clear that she prefers scholars and gentlemen,” he said smugly while adjusting his glasses.
Keitaro was tired, he was left confused and irritated by this whole scene. Asha took off and left a storm in her wake. A dull headache was starting to form, he needed to get away from these two clowns before it got ugly.
“Fuck you guys, I’m going home!” He growled before taking his leave.
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He took the bus and then walked the rest of the way back home. He unlocked the entry door; The house was empty and quiet, her mom was still abroad, probably sipping pina coladas with that boyfriend of hers.
Utterly exhausted, he headed straight for his room. As soon as he entered, he threw himself mindlessly onto his couch and, before long, drifted off into slumber.
His mind slipped into a haze as he napped, the world around him melting into strange, warping colors. The walls around him rearranged themselves into something slick and vibrant, the air felt thick, hot and humid.
Footsteps could be heard behind him. Someone talking on the phone. Some indiscernible conversation, coming closer and closer. Suddenly, his head was yanked backwards —Masked girl? Familiar— His mouth opened, tongue sticking out. She took a seat. Ignored piece of furniture. She didn’t care, she was busy, on her phone. Disdain. Enter and exit. Lick and suck...
"You're mine," she yelled, and in a single, smooth, incomprehensible motion, she lifted him into the air as if he weighed nothing. Floating then crashing. Into the Void.
He emerged in a different space. Nilüfer threw him forcefully to the ground —the wrestling challenge? — failure. Loser. Leering public. Mocking laughter. She stood on his head, crossed her arms. He felt pressure. Feet. Sweaty feet.
He blinked; his head was now stuck in the ground; he couldn’t feel his body. She sat on the ground in front of him, legs spread apart. He obeyed and licked. Good. Yum. Deep. Deeper. Something pushing him deeper.
He blinked again; eyes unfocused. Blurry vision. Something white, glossy, curving, cold enclosing him. His body felt heavy and compressed. He tried to move but he was trapped. The walls pressed in. Glistening oily sheen —Box or cage? — He looked up and saw a circular opening above. Shimmering Porcelain. Golden Seat. He was inside a toilet bowl... What in the skibidi fuck?
Footsteps creeping closer and closer. He panicked. Masked girl appeared through the toilet seat. Mocking and grinning. Fleshy sky came crashing down soon after. Beautiful. Terror. A delicious nectar dripping from above. Ambrosia. Delectable. The ceiling started to vibrate. No. No! —Gotta Get A Grip!— A f.rt no.se ec.oed. She wa. strain..g har... "Eat, ....", she orde... Mud... ava...che Fl... ...sh. Flush. Good booyy..y—
—Keitaro awoke in horror. It was now dark outside; he overslept and was feeling confused and groggy. He sat on the couch and tried to get his bearings back. The last moments of his dream were still echoing in his mind. He rubbed his temples, trying to shake off the lingering sensation left by this nightmare. A sense of dread crept up his neck, he felt a presence in the room.
Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed the back of his head and yanked it toward something cushiony and warm. A loud smack resonated in the room, but this didn’t hurt one bit as the impact was softened by this snug pillow.
The pillow jiggled; an unmistakable sound broke the silence of the room as warm air blasted his face. “Oh man, that was a good one!” Asha said softly as she tightened her grip on the back of his head, pushing his face even deeper into her butt.
He froze in shock, his muffled protests turning into unintelligible sounds. He couldn’t believe she was in his room, farting in his face. Was he still Dreaming?
She chuckled, clearly enjoying his confusion. "I'm sorry to breach your sanctuary but this is plain dereliction of duty," she adjusted her stance as if preparing for more. He struggled a bit, but she held him firmly in place. Her plump ass was absurdly comfortable.
Two more farts slipped out, each smellier than the last, vibrating against his face. "You were not at your post today, and you weren’t there yesterday either, little piggy!" She declared in a stern tone. "A little discipline is in order, don’t ya think?"
She finally let him go. “Ok, I'm all out, put your head down here,” she guided his head to the couch’s cushion and, without ceremony, casually sat on it.
She shifted slightly, making herself comfortable. He squirmed as he felt her full weight on his head. He was now sure it was real, but his body and mind were still numb. He could only lay there and take it, like if he was still in the dream.
Eventually, he resigned. With this newfound calmness, he started to appreciate the feeling of this smelly, soft and warm mask pressing down on his face.
