A Cappella of Regal Asses


Written by Septia.


Dawn grew on the horizon, its first beams flowing through a mosaic of coloured glass and trickling over a bed of mahogany. Over the hill of duvet, a hill stirred into a rumble, rustling the sheets. -Bhrbrslg- The shivering culminating in a -Bbbrrpfpmfmmwwmth-. The burst of flatulence inflated the bottom of the hill, growing to a peak before the force of the pressure lifted an edge of the duvet and amplified the rumble of fumes streaming out underneath -Bhrhrrwwlwlthfft-. 
	“Mmmfm, pheuck, sometimes I do surprise myself.” Belle said and folded off her duvet to shuffle up in bed, taking in a deep breath of the lingering exhaust. 
	“Phoo, that is one for the journal,” she confirmed and reached for her booklet, scribbling down notes as she rose with duvet in tow, striding towards the wall width window and the opened the door to the castle-garden.


~~“My little world, wake up a–long side me.”~~ Her voice wound into song, rising in tone to soar in among the trees and foliage of the castle's own forest. 
	~~“Little friends, come out let me see.”~~ 
	Chirps and coos weaved into her melody, bluebirds and vibrant sparrows courting her, scores of critters gathered near the princess, as she strode with her mantle of duvet. 
	~~“Myyyy little garden, brimming with life's fruit, all rise with me, to pay, tribuute…”~~ Belle let her tone fade, the critters admiring her in silence… She cast off the duvet, exposing her frame untouched by cloth, a lithe frame ending in a pair of hips double the width of her torso, rattled as the covers fell behind her… -PPFfrrppwpwrth- a gale of smog rumbled through her buns, the torrent of damp air rattling her cheeks; her booty applauding her entrance. The draft catching the covers, and blowing them high into the sky, far above the treetops. Belle landed her palms on her hips, and licked her lips. 
	“Choochoomm-mmfpf.” The first bird was snatched up mid coo, a round owl Belle popped past her lips with two fingers, a pair of feathers wiggling on her lips as the bloat of the fowl budged out her cheek, scrambling before sent down her depths. 
	“Bbrrbbi-irirmgph.” the next was snatched up the same saw, the squeaking muted down her throat. 
	“Skwwre?”
	“Shquwekke-fmfmpwh.” The next two birds were scooped out of up with their nest, the twig bowl tilted back her throat with the dainty swing of swigging an oyster -Ghrlsmp-.
	“Mam you called?” A Servant boy approached from the rear, realising his mistake a moment too late as her rump jutted out with the blast of the vaporous musk and knocked him to the ground in a gaseous storm of -BBFrprpprppppetht- a whirl of feathers blew out with the scent of zesting meat and polluted lakes. The foul odours dazed the servant unconscious. Belle continued down the path with a pep to her step that -Bbwnng- Jiggled her bountiful bottom, letting out the occasional puff of -Ppffrrt- which sent little feathery friends plummeting from surrounding branches. 
	~~“See there the old trunk where we played as children,”~~ Belle sung, as she neared a hollowed husk of a tree. The surrounding earth desolate with grass ripped off the ground and splayed back, as if it was hit, every day, by a flood of salted earth. ~~“Such memories we sisters share,”~~ she sung and tapped the end of the log. A scuttling brewed within and shifted up the log. 
	~~“But the critters are stubborn, running forth to never turn,”~~ -Kktjjft- Belle said and plonked her rear at the end of the trunk, as the scuttling paced up the inside of the log. 
	~~“I say, I wonder if they one day will learn…”~~  -Kkkwwhttp-  Belle hummed as the log inhabitant slammed into her rear, the princess reaching back to finagle and ply at her rump to make sure the cheeks clamped a taut hold of the little breast, -Shhwrllrlstith- A sleek crackle of bottom grease told of its demise. She dislodged her rear, from out her winking pucker jutted a white-ringed tail of a raccoon. She wiggled her tush with a smile and felt the tail -Shshrltl- vacuum in past the pronounced posterior.
	“G-goodmorning Belle, ho, a racoon today?” A servant said, keeping his distance. 
	“Oh yes, they squirm something fierce, for the few moment beforefmm,” -Chhrsllght- Gjrjst- a grumble reverberated from her rear, the cheeks clapping together with filaments of bowel grease spanning the buns. 
	“Aaaw, to about then, would you make sure there's no other critters in the log?” 
	“Aah… certainly, princess.” The servant nodded and crouched at the other end of the husk. 
	-Thhwjocg- Belle stuffed her hind back into the hollow log and grunted with a flex of her bottom. -PPBhthrooooorrwwtbth- the flourish of gas strummed up to a throbbing assonance through the log and vented through the other end as a warhorn of moist, tar bleached bowel pollution. 
	The servant's hair flushed back and glued in place by the flurry of gossamer condensation of Belle's fart, his whole body rattling and slumping onto the ground. 
	“Phhwa…,” he wheezed. 
	“Aaah, that is my mistake. Looks like I cleared it out right as rain,” Belle assured and strutted off through the forest. A little gang of servants joining in – at a secure distance – brushing over their hands. The Servants fell in with the tune of the song, in a whispering choir amongst themselves. 
	~~“There's nothing normal about ooour princess.”~~
	Another chimed in ~~“A demon in a vessel fair.”~~ 
	~~“Yet we cannot be careless.”~~ 
	~~“She can smell ou-ur distress.”~~
	~~“It will be safer when her body isn't bare-mgmpght-.”~~
	-Thhrkww- The last servant interrupted by the princess’ rear, planted over their head like a hat, and a moment later descending to engulf their frame in the clutches of the pillowy roves of royal pudge. 
	“Mmrs, aaah, that fit in just right, so, push them in, can't have one ofmfms, you hanging when I meet my sisters.” The other servants dutifully crammed their rears up to the lodged servant, bumping them in tandem to shove them within the grasp of the princess's gutters -Ghhrslt- Gltsh-ttw- 
	“Aaah,” -Pprhffrht- only to be rewarded with a plume of raw stench invading their nostrils. 
	Merci my dears,” Belle called and left the servants coughing in her wake. 


"Boujour,” Belle greeted a bunny and snatched in to her clutches, “good day,” and napped a sparrow by its twig. 
	~~“You will do just fine,”~~ -Aahampgh- She crammed them both down her maw and -Cgrhhrsl- swallowed without missing a beat. 
	~~“Bojour,”~~ she greeted a servant. 
	“G-good-day-mgmpgth.” But they were smushed right into Belle's cheeks, the princess strutting along and humping her rump back to -Cllrpth- clap it and mould it to let her rear munch up the loyal worker. 
	~~“I'll need more fuel”~~ 
	~~”And then, some eggs,”~~ she cooed and snatched another nest, grinding the egg filled basket over her head as -PPSlwlth- -Bhrpslt- the ovoids sunk into her exhaust-pipe, “soon I’ll make them rot-ten.” She declared and tossed the nest off like a boomerang. -Brbgrsltlt- 
	~~“For nothing less, will do, for my, sisters~.”~~ she called out and flung up the doors leading in to the morning salon from the garden. Within saw her two sisters and dear mother. Jasmine, Alice, and Aurora, respectively. Unlike Belle, they were dressed, or in Jasmine's case getting dressed – whilst Belle stormed in clad in nothing but radiant confidence – and leaves glued to her body by moisture of the lingering gasses. 
	“O… Belle.” Jasmine said, turning away to sway her frame in a range of sensual motions for the servant adjusting her shawls. Jasmine’s hypnotic movements lead them to bow their heads to a convenient height for the princess to -Shspptsh- stuff them between her cheeks and let her bottom devour the squirming help -Shshtsltju-.
	“Goodmorning Sweet bitch, I come with my rear stuffed to the brim and aaaching for some relief.” 
	Alice looked up from her tea in shock. 
	“You are already full” 
	“How could I not, the forest is my pantry~. Mother, will the new help be arriving today?” 
	Aurora sipped her coffee, leaning back so her bottom -Shquulslsh- squeaked in her throne, outclassing Jasmine and Belle in girth, as just sitting down in her chair had it bundled up with folds of overflowing bootypudge. “Exhausted them yesterday, we have currently have what we have.” 
	“That is fine, then I'll just…” Belle said and scooched her booty onto the table with a -Msmatch- “douse lil miss sweetie here with my load.” 
	Alice held over her face in shock. 
	“Alice? She was caught in the crossfire when you pointed your fumes at me yesterday, who could take your exhaust two days in a row?” 
	“But you two are my favourite to see blasted, your fancy hair knocked up, faces contorting in disgust, jewellery flung to the wind in my gales of stench~.” 
	Aurora stood -Chhtch- her chair etching against the floor as her bottom picked it up with her. “If you are going to interrupt breakfast, then go take it out in the servant's quarters.” 
	But,” Belle hummed, wiggling her tush in Jasmine's direction, pucker throbbing in –Shhgltlsh- a crinkling ache to unleash the flooodgates, “but mother mine.” 
	“There will be no Butts,” Aurora declared, slamming her seat back down into the ground. 
	Belle rolled her eyes and -Chhcth- dragger her hind off of the table. 
	“Thank you, Jasmine,” she said in a dry tone, “Thank you sooooo much.” She added as she wandered off, her cheeks taking turns to bob along the raise of her thighs -Bbbanw- ad leaving little huffs of -Gffrrt- as she headed out the door to torment their remaining servants. 
	-Chhrkt- The door shut, and behind it the muffled music trailed on. 


”Must she always shove her hind in our faces?” Jasmine huffed and dipped a cookie in her tea. 
	“Sweetie you love it,” Aurora pointed out. 
	Jasmine tilted head head in an inconspicuous nod.
	“What about mine?” Alice said and rose. 
	“Your hat, darling?” 
	“My butt, don't you like it, Jasmine?” She asked and turned around, her booty bumping up her skirt to show off their well smoothed cheeks concealed poorly by a taut pair of panties, her skin fair as silk and bottom jostled soft as a batch of jelly. Though, it only just matched one of Jasmine's hips in total width. 
	“Sweetie, of course I like it.” 
	“But, you like Belle's more, because it is bigger?” 
	“It doesn't even measure up to mine,” Jasmine admitted, only to feel -Bbwbtn- Alice's tush bumped into the side of her face. 
	“It is true, isn't it?” She ground the cheeks over Jasmine, who bit her lip and stood up, beginning to swing into a hypnotic belly dance. 
	“Darlings…” Aurora huffed, the two turning to her dutifully. 
	“Such squabbles are unruly for royalty, sweetie Alice, your behind will puff up big enough to smother a hippo, I am sure of it.” 
	“Really…?” Alice said, a sigh teetering at her lips. 
	“You will just have to grow into it, you have been mature for just a year or so now.” 
	The huff came out, and Alice calmly snuck out of the room, cheeks bobbing in a steady bouncy. 
	“I could charm her to be happy with her tiny bottom,” Jasmine suggested. But knew by Auroras look this wasn't condoned. 


~ 1 ~


“Mreeow?” 
	“Oh, Dinah, you heard all that.” 
	“Rmms,” The cat spun as Alice heaved her up, letting her sit down on the out jutting ledge of Alice’s modestly massive rump. Just enough space to keep the kitty seated. 
	“Oh, you barely have any room, if only I grew. In that world, you could have a whole patio at my rear,” -Pprbbrwlwlltth- a fluttering rectal belch heaved out a howl of internal pressure, bubbling through the taut cheeks. And leaving behind a faint aroma of vanilla. “And my farts would be the stinkiest, instead of Belle, she'd be scared of my behind.” 
	“Mrwwo?” 
	“Yes, she would, for you see, if I grew…” 
	~~“All my sisters, would bow down to, ad-mi-er my buttocks. Even mother'd admit she'd admireee… that I've grown, into shape.”~~ Alice wandered down the hall, hearing the occasional -PWPbrbrth- Muffled through many walls, a reminder of Belle clearing out the servants’ quarters. Alice grabbed hold of a servant trying to pass her, holding her close. 
	~~“All our flowers, even trees would bend at my own smog,”~~ -she bent and pushed the muffled the servant's face in her tush, Dahna holding her down with her paws -Bbfrhwwllwlppthtsss-- a trumpeting blare of rump mists cascaded around them, their wriggles falling limp. -Chhrslptsh- Alice leaning back with a long sigh, her bottom warping over the helpless woman, gradually engulfed by her bottom as she sank towards the ground and kept singing. 
	~~“Foul that they'd never dare to rise up and face me… when I've grown, into shape.”~~ -Bbdth- she bumped into the ground, cheeks clamping over the servant girl's fanny, taking it back with a few determined -Chhtst- -Chhrgrhst-. She rose ad dusted herself off, hearing bird song out the window. 
	~~“Birds a chiming, would be coughing once I'd aim towards them, if they hadn't fallen off their branches. When my butt's grown into shape.”~~
	~~“All our servants, caught in a hurricane of smog…”~~ She hummed out, and turned to peek through a window, seeing the servant's quarters inside. A desolate field of furniture tumbled over in the wake of crashing floods of fumes, and Belle grinding her rear into the wall, Alice watching how numerous squirming limbs flailed from her rear, and sank deeper with each grind, engulfed by the perfect groove in Belle's lump posterior. 
	“Mmfs, aah. Yeah that mmf, Belle is really something else~.” she called out as her hind wriggled and bobbed into the wall. -Bbbrrwwlllfppftlltltlttwh- a hurricane bubbled and spewed through her clapping cheeks, drenching the room up in the toasty fog of princess's flatulence. The hot smog misted up the window so the devastation was shielded from Alice's view. 
	~~“… a sweet fanfare, to mute all of their cries…”~~ Alice continued to sing, her tone dipping as she teetered away from the door. 
	~~“At least that's what I hope…”~~
	~~”And I hope one day… mom's words come true… and I would be boo-ty-ful~.”~~  Her voice soared along the corridors, plumes of -Bbrprpsth- raising making her shirt flutter as a flag in a storm, heading back towards her room, before the pressure of Belle's foul fog would blow the servant quarters door off of its hinges. 
	… … … 
	-BBFrlrlprpwth- -Kckktchhxxtchss-. 


~ 2 ~


The music of a lonely cricket sounded throughout the garden, the castle laying desolate, only four shadows moved within the halls. The doors to the royal bedchambers parted open. 
	“Come, my darlings, it has been too long since we appreciated one another,” Aurora spun words of golden authority, brushing back her hair and peeling off her clothes as she bobbed up to the bed, her hind jostling as a plump pair of couch cushions, only jutting out pronounced as she crawled up on all fours.
	“Belle, would you be a dear and go first?” 
	“Mmmf, mother, you are too kind,” Belle sad, wiggling her tush towards the others as she joined Aurora. 
	“Mother,” Jasmine complained as she strode in, “You know what belle is like.” 
	“You can take her, can't you?” Jasmine sighed and let out her hair, crawling up behind a snickering Belle. 
	Alice took her time, Belle already burying her face in her mother's mausoleum of a rump, the tomb of armies and, servants and creatures all fallen before it. Its conquests munched into succulent regal pudge which her palms sunk into at the mere touch, her head engulfed by it and moaning muffled as Belle suckled and smooched the warm groove. 
	“SuMm, mother, I only wish I had an ass quite like you.” 
	Jasmine rolled her eyes and planted her palms of Belle's cheeks, kneading into it, the plentiful heaps posterior dough bending and moulding at her whims, digits sinking into the seat of pudge as she pried them apart to lean in and worship her sister' ass. 
	-Prbprbhfhfht- A bout of pestilent colon fumes toxified the air around Jasmine, her black hair whipped up by the strike of foetid colon muck. 
	“Phee, phhre… Belle,” Jasmine groped her sister's hind tight. 
	“Pff, hehe, oh sister mine~” 
	“Belle, that is quite enough of that…” Aurora said, enforcing her will by plunging her rear back into Belle's face, threatening to engulf her shoulders in the bulldozing weight of rolling blubber. 
	“mmffg, gmmrpgh, phaa, excusses, mother mine, I wouldn't help myself but to let one slip.”
	“Sure you didmm, mm…” Jasmine interjected, interrupted by Alice's tongue planted at the bottom of her expanse of plump can. -Shrlslth- Alice licked up along the cheek, painting the rear in warm streaks of her saliva and smooching it up in delicate pecks. Her kisses on the rear budged inwards, cratering to form fit her lips, (rephrase) a faint indent remaining when she pulled back. 
	“Hhhaf…” Alice sighed and kneaded her palms into the rear smooshing and kneading the delicate monument of padding, thinking of how many had been sacrificed to these pristine hinds. She peeked back at her own lonely rump. 
	“Oh, Alice darling.” 
	“She looked up confused, then. 
	“Mfms… mm, mother?” -Thhjooffth- Aurora's golden locks drizzled down along Alice's cheeks, the queen wedging her face nice and deep in the plush expanse of Alice's plump hind. She quivered so her rear rattled, a maracas of destructive power. -Bfpprrth- A rolling bundle of her internal mists filtered through her fanny, levitating strands of Aurora's locks under the rancid winds. 
	“Pardon m-mother.” 
	Aurora dislodged her face, and nuzzled onto Alice's cheeks. “Oh my Darling, your gas potency is far too sweet for it to be a bother,” Aurora assured, then smooched the buttocks. “Besides, there is no one who is ineffable…” She winked, and flexed her stomach, a soft grunt unleashing a -Ppffrrt- trumpeting thrust of smog into Belle's unexpecting face, launching her back out of the depths of the cheek to bob on the outskirts of the booty.
	“Phaa, phree, Mother,” Belle complained, to Which Alice and Aurora snickered amongst themselves, and Jasmine mumbled something about desserts.


They came to rest on the bedspreads, oozing love over each other's backbends, smooches and moans echoing in the grand hall, with merely a handful of – allegedly accidental – bouts of flatulence to garnish the mood. 
	Despite a disparity in size, the hinds had much in common: all of them laid plush as a freshly risen dough from the castle's bakery, moulding and swelling up in the interspace of their fingers in puffy mounts of delicate blubber; their skin smooth and well cared for; and the lingering hint of putrefaction from the untold number of lives sacrificed to these shrines of gluttony and excess… And that was all the princesses needed, to show their appreciating for one another, in lewd kneads and pelting with smooches, long in the early hours of the morning. They each presented one another the most immaculate pillows, on which to fall into a most enchanted slumber.