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How did she even get in this position? Bits at this point had forgotten.
She entered the kettles of Alterna to recover some fuzzified octolings.
They were no longer aggressive thanks to Mr Grizz's extraplanetary vacation, but they were still fuzzy and in consequence, animalistic, pent up- She was basically facing an army of horny octolings.
That brings her to the present, surrounded by several fuzzy octolings, pinned down and being "taken care" of.
The girls giggled and purred as they rubbed their bodies against Bits', leaving their scent glued to her uniform with each contact. Armpits, butts, dicks, balls and pussies were stroked along her body as feeble attempts at mating, very effective attempts at marking though- the girls reeked of sweat, it was the furs fault. Poor girls.
Bits was instructed not to indulge them (even if it felt so good), however fortunately (or not) their fun was put to an end by an overzealous octoling, going in for bite- she bit too hard, splatting Bits in the process, what a shame, the fun was just starting.
Flustered to her core bits shot out of the kettle- literally, rocketing herself up and falling down like in a cartoon. She was displeased to find out the octolings scent stayed through the respawn- along with her half-chub boner (oh geez!) fortunately hidden by her baggy agent gear (phew...)
"Jeez, Bit, that looked rough! You okay?!" A cheery voice rang out from the distance, Agent 1.
"M' good just- youch- didn't go according to plan"
You feel a gaze pierce you, Captain of course, her one eye intense as ever. She motions from up on her box for you to come over to her and agents 1 and 2.
On your way there you see them whispering along with the agents taking their leave, saying their farewells to both of you.
"Rough mission, huh?"
"I-! Nooo...- just- I'll get it done, don't worry, Cap."
You turn away and prance your way back to the kettle you emergency ejected out of not even five minutes ago.
You can't even get 5 steps in before Captain calls for you again.
"No. You're not going. Rest up."
"But- I can- I want-!"
Your complaints are cut short, just with a gaze Captain can shut you down.
"Fine..."
"Let's go to the weather station. It's gotten quite comfy over the last few days thanks to agents 1 and 2."
You two make your way over to the red building next to the NNSS outpost. Captain wasn't lying, the inside nearly resembled a small apartment, if you ignored the buttons screens and dials that littered one of the walls.
The carpeted floor snugly cuddled your bare toes as you stepped inside, closing the door behind you, allowing yourself to bask yourself in the warmth of that place.
The Captain turns on a few dim lights along with a shabby looking TV. Surprisingly it does transmit a TV signal, the volume is low, the soothing drone of background noise. She sits down on the comfortable, if old, looking sofa in front of the TV, tapping her hand on the cushion beside her gesturing you to come.
And so you comply, waltzing your way over there.
She smirks and fans her nose mockingly. "You reek of mammal, Agent 3."
"You didn't let me clean up!!!" You complain
"If only there was a stronger scent somewhere nearby that could help mask that... musk"
She's plotting something and you can see it from a mile away, yet, no protest is roused from you, this sounds like fun.
"I can think of a few things!" You cheerfully comment, staring at the notoriously constantly-reeking-of-sweat squid.
She smiles. She smiles!! What a rare sight. A slight upturn of the mouth, barely noticeable.
"You're shameless." She remarks. "Siddown." She demands.
You comply, placing your weight on the surprisingly comfortable cushion beside Captain's own seat.
With trained agility she swings one of her legs over your lap and pins you down with her own weight, the sofa's springs groan in complaint.
"This should help a bit." (Hehehe a Bit)
Her hand grabs the zipper of her track suit and moves its slider down the chain, stopping at the middle of her chest, giving you an eyeful of cleavage.
A smell wafts up toward you, and The Captain gives you little time to wonder about its source, because she sticks her boobs right in your face.
You're taken aback- the smell gets stronger, surprising nobody the smell is coming from her. Your face is covered in sweat that isn't your own, along with a cloud of musk wafting up from the inside of Captain's track suit.
Captain squishes her boobs on your face, an indulgent smile adorning her lips.
"Ahhhh... So much better. Your face is so chilly- I was burning up."
Nice subtle excuse, Cap. Not fully lying though, her boobs were searing hot, no wonder she was sweating bullets. That sweat now embellished your face, covering you with an appetizing shine.
"You still doin' okay?"
You give her a thumbs up and an impossibly muffled "Mmhm..!"
"Hope you don't mind the smell."
You didn't but it was damn hard to ignore, the musky aura that usually clung to her now clings to you, strong as ever, only now did you notice how hot and heavy it was.
You instinctually squirmed a little, seeking pure air, only to be swiftly shut down by captain pressing her boobs even closer, trapping your face in them.
"Stay still" She says as if disciplining you "You'll learn to love it."
After a few more minutes of drowning in sweat and BO you feel a chilly breeze hit your face and normal, untainted air enter your lungs.
Your respite is short lived however, as Captain looses her zipper further, opening her track suit completely, the full assault of her musk felt on your face like a punch.
"Oh squid Jesus..." You take a moment to compose yourself and look at the aphrodisian sight before you. Captains dark, sweat adorned tummy laid bare before you, shiny and plump.
"Dang, Cap. No undershirt?"
"I'm hot and sweaty as is. I got my agents to soak up sweat if need be, ain't that right?"
She glances you up and down hungrily awaiting a response.
Your eyes dart up and down her body nervously until you reply.
"Mhm- mmyeah"
"Now you're gettin' it."
She pounces on you, in a manner not too dissimilar from the octolings that got you in this debacle in the first place.
Your hands trail her body up and down as she pins you down on your back, she giggles just so slightly. You drink in the sound like ambrosia.
She towers above you, resting her hands on each side of your head, your eyes unable to look away from her sweaty, hairy armpits.
She notices and smirks.
"Good idea, 3"
Oh cod.
Her arm raises and plops down on your nose, the smell is impossibly worse, how much could one woman sweat?!
Despite your bewilderment you greedily soak up the sweat, what a good little agent. Sneaking in 1 or 2 deep whiffs. Stealth clearly isn't your forte, The Captain takes notice instantly.
After what felt like an eternity of rubbing and smelling she let her weight off of you, allowing you to sit up. You didn't notice how much her weight was crushing you until you were free from it.
As you lift your torso from the cushion, The Captain takes hold of your shoulder.
"Lemme check how you smell."
A deep whiff in the crook of your neck, a shiver shoots up your whole being.
She distances herself from you.
Uhmb- UOAARRRPP-!!
Her cheeks puff up slightly and then her lips part to unleash a meaty belch right on your face, her tongue hanging slightly outside her mouth.
"Phew~... Snf snf... Nope, you still stink of those fuzzy octos, somehow."
The funk hits your nose like you opened a sulfuric gate to hell, the stench was hefty and its weight was felt as you breathed it in. Your neurons light up like fireworks as your nose processes the smell.
"Woah, Cap! What did you eat?! Oh lord, that's potent."
"The usual."
Captain loved her robust diet, a lot of homemade ramen, healthier than you'd think but it made The Captain's stomach rumble up a storm, growling like an angry animal.
"Got more in the tank, just for me?" You ask, despite already struggling with the one instance of gassiness, you're hungry for more.
"Again, absolutely shameless. I'm nowhere near done though. Lucky you." (Lucky you indeed!)
She once again sits on her lap, not so discreetly grinding against your thigh, while rubbing her tummy.
A low grooooowwwwll is heard from her stomach, it's downright intimidating.
URP- oouuaaAARP-
You squirm under the intense smell but The Captains calloused yet gentle hands hold your face in place as she fumigates it relentlessly.
BOOOAARRP- UUORP- AAAARRP-
"Oh jeez- what did I- UAARP- eat?!"
Even The Captain is surprised, her shock did nothing to reduce the cloud that enveloped you, however, it left you short of breath. Her throaty blasts were loud and plentiful and they reeked of broth. Quantity and Quality, this girl was the full package.
Nonchalantly, The Captain turns at the attention at the TV, humming away at some lame late night television show.
"This kinda sucks, lemme get the remote."
She crawls over your lap to the table next to you, her big butt hovering right below your face. A small current of hot air emanates upward from the exposed butt crack.
You can't tell if it's more gross or impressive how much stink this girl can conjure up by just existing.
With little to no warning she grunts and your unguarded face is hit by the kick of an all-new rotten smell.
Prrt... bbffft... bbllbrrrpobbbttp- BLRRAP-!! BRRFT-!!
She expells small torrent of bubbles that all stink of meat and spices- enough to make your eyes water and your throat burn. It nearly sounded like a motorcycle struggling to start... She ends off on two loud short rippers, with nowhere near as much smell, but with just enough force to blow your hair back.
In the middle of your coughing she explains.
"Sorry, the burps were less effective than I thought, I kinda had to use the nuclear option."
"Cough-! Cough-! Coddamn girl! Emphasis on NUCLEAR, jeez!"
She waves away the comment about the smell, approaching your face once again.
"Snf...snf... would you believe me if I said you still smell mammalian."
"Mmmmnope."
"Too bad I'm your superior and I make the calls."
Her status went to her head rather quickly. You're enjoying this too much to care, however.
"Lie down."
You moved before you even noticed, she has you wrapped around her finger.
Now on your back she kneels on the cushions, her butt hovering dangerously over you.
"I know the stink is... It's awful, I'm not gonna lie, but I need you to bear with me."
"Oh noooo, I guess I got nooo other chooooice..!"
Captain cuts off your smugness by sitting on your chest, pointing her butt directly at your face.
You hadn't noticed how tight those sweatpants were on her, until you saw how captains butt stretched them, her butt crack is even visible, you swear you could see the stink waft up from in-between those sweaty cheeks. You could see the small tears in the seams, those pants had suffered inhuman ammounts of punishment under all that ass, it seems.
Your gawking is cut short by captain leaning forward and...
Ffffffbbbbttttbbbt... BRRBbbtttb- BLAARRP-!
Prrrttbt- PRRT-! Brrtb- blrrbmmbtt- SHPLARTT-!
What can only be described as an assault on your senses hits you in the face, the heavy swamp gas envelops you almost completely, Captain calmly ripping fart after fart, exhaling pleasurably after every one. Each bit of relief for her another bit of bliss for you.
The urge to cough is near impossible to fight, your throat burns and the air feels so heavy, it's hard to breathe, its hard to even think.
After what feels like an eternity (it was probably just 5 minutes) the tsunami of gas ceases.
"Didn't know I had that much in me. C'mere."
She flips around on your lap and leans on you, smelling deeply.
"There we go. Perfect."
"Mmmh... Mmyep! That was... awesome!"
"Glad you liked it... You're not the first freak I've roped into this, I'll say." Agent 4 has stories about the shenanigans they got up to.
As she lifted herself off of you her eyes glance your pants and the way their fabric strained against your length.
Only now did you notice how painfully hard your cock was. At full mast this thing was nigh impossible to hide.
"Maybe liked it a little too much." She smugly comments.
"Y'need some help with that, 3?"
You nod frantically, too embarrassed to even beg for it. She produced a short and sweet motion with her pointer finger, flicking it downward, signalling you to pull down your agent pants. You pull down the tight waistband and your cock springs to life, savouring its freedom like it fled a life sentence.
That freedom was short lived as captain immediately sat on your lap, putting all her weight on you.
"Keepin your pants on?" You remark with a cutesy smile
"Maybe I'll take em off if you start succeeding in missions"
After this remark captain looks back and is met with your face, shining your big sad eyes at her.
Her lips and a drawn out theatrical sigh makes its way out of them.
"Fine. You're lucky I like you." (Heehee! Very true!)
She pulls her pants down, with sizeable effort, and after some grunting and squirming her butt spills out of the garment and covers your lap almost fully.
Your dick nested itself comfortably between her asscheeks, kinda comfy actually... Well it would be comfy were you not so painfully hard.
You rest your hands on captains buttocks, they're warm and soft and your fingers sink and dissapear into their doughy flesh.
"Hey. Who told you to touch."
Captains cold voice scares you and your hands dart away from their object of desire. The tension is immediately broken by a smile from the captain.
"M' kiddin', have fun, princess"
She punctuates her intentions by further encroaching her butt on your lap, allowing you to play with it once more.
Your impatience was becoming nigh unbearable, you rutted your hips uselessly against captains bottom, her weight didn't allow you to move.
Captains belly gurgles loudly, your prayers were answered.
BRLF- bbrrppPPT- BRPSHPLLRTT
"Oh cod, that was really wet"
Captain comments on it but doesn't even bother to check herself.
SHPLLTTT- BRRFTTPSHT
She just kept blasting.
Her expulsions lubed your shaft in a nasty slick. It did an equally good job as the obscene amounts of precum that already covered it.
Now that caps pants weren't muffling and soaking up her farts you were experiencing their hefty stench fully.
Her farts were heavy and reeked of beef and spices, it felt like you were sitting in a sauna with how humid the air suddenly got.
The vibration of captains farts along with the way her butt encased your cock were driving you to orgasm quicker than you expected.
"C'mon girl." BRFFT
The Captain smacks her own fat butt, making it jiggle like jello.
"Cum for me. Cover these fat cheeks good."
She grunts
SHHPRLTTT- BRRRPPT- BRROOPTRR-
It was too much! You couldn't hold it any longer!
Your hands grab the captain's hips and thrust against her butt in a feral motion! Just enough to drive you over the edge.
You can barely manage to talk but you muster a meek utterance.
"Ohhgh... Coddd..."
You whimper and moan low and cum like a faucet, you don't think you've came this much... Ever!
After what seems like an eternity your eyes gaze upon your own handiwork. You can barely see any of the smooth skin on the captain's butt under all the semen that coated it.
"Damn girl, I said coat as an overstatement not as an order." She states, half giggling. Muttering "Holy shit." Very low under her breath.
This was your first time with the captain, but certainly not the last, you could tell.