Warning: this is a fart fetish fic. Read with caution
The story is written from the perspective of a hunter who once goes too far and angers a group of angels. The outcome is not pleasant...

Cover art: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/51147712/

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Was staying in a new hunting area really worth it?

That was the single thought that started roaming around your mind when the three angels tied you to a tree with just their collective magic. The thick ropes rounded you in many circles and tightly dug into your body to make sure you wouldn’t be going anywhere or even be able to lift your arms. The angels landed on the ground in front of you, folded their wings and gave you harsh, disapproving stares. You knew how much you messed up by defying God’s will these winged men messaged earlier to you. Reverential shame and fear was unbearable feeling to be taken over with. Though you tried fighting it the best you could because, in your opinion, you were in the right in that situation.

What were they going to do to you anyway?

The black-haired elegant angel, who wore a robe with golden patterns and accessories, spoke with a calm smooth voice, his icy blue eyes maintaining eye contact with you: “Human, we are immensely upset by you proving to be so selfish”.

“What is so selfish about getting some food for myself?”, - you snapped, nodding to your 110 Classic that lied in the grass next to a tree you were tied to: “Isn’t that how God meant it to be? Like, carnivores hunting herbivores and all? Why are you going after me with your objections? I just don’t understand!”.

The lively angel with bouncy brown curls and with a pink collar on his robe flapped his wings, exclaiming: “We made it clear enough times that we see right through your mind, Anon! It is no use trying to cover up for your prideful intentions by putting blame on God. We know you were primarily going for murdering an unnecessarily huge amount of deer just for sport and to prove your friends wrong. And at God’s sacred part of the land, no less!”.

“The forest needs a strict regulation of the animal species, but not genocide!”, - a shorter-statured plump angel with puffy wavy blonde hair, red buttons on his robe and a freckled face shyly said: “We saw how you were being a nice man earlier, helping distressed people around you. And we assisted you in many acts of kindness. After that, you absolutely can’t be this cruel to the more helpless beings!”.

You defiantly looked to the ground.

“Anon, you need to understand that hunting is not a sport, but a necessity. And God’s decrees are always important to accept and consider, for only he knows everything about how our world should work in order to properly function”, - the black-haired angel lectured you, before the brown-haired one interrupted him, putting a hand on the former’s shoulder.

“Faloviel”, - he said: “I believe, with Anon’s stubbornness we have no choice but to resort to punishing them. We used words many times prior, but Anon wouldn’t listen!”.

That made you raise your head and warily look at them. Were they being serious?

Faloviel sighed tenderly and locked arms in front of him in a dainty gesture, nodding at his curly-haired brother: “I suppose you are right, Aneriel. Hard discipline conveys the message more effectively than words”.

“Hey, you thr...!”, - you started speaking before the blonde angel chimed in enthusiastically: “Are you talking about THAT one punishment we gave the human who terrorized his neighbors?”.

Aneriel and Faloviel both nodded at him with sly smiles on their faces. “You are correct, Telielle”, - they said in unison.

Telielle’s eyes shone with odd joy. You felt a bit sickly from just imagining what the mysterious punishment was.

“Well? Tell me already, what are you going to do?”, - you asked the angels sarcastically: “Whip me?”. You heard that angels used to punish sinners that way. You recalled your neighbor, who was an expert in the bible, telling you about that once.

“No, Anon”, - Faloviel stepped forward towards you, the long skirt of his robe flowing behind him: “Not that. You will know very soon what punishment we shall prepare for you. But before that we will help you pass the time before it comes. You need to fall asleep…”.

With that, the black-haired angel put a hand on your forehead, and your eyelids started sliding down on their own, and your mind began to get devoured by blackness.

“When the time comes we’ll wake you up…!”, - you heard Aneriel's snide voice echo in your ears before you fell into a deep slumber.

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You were woken up by Telielle, his lovable round face and warm blue eyes the first thing you saw. The blonde angel smiled, shaking you a little: “Wake up, Anon! It’s your punishment time!”. He stepped back and chirped, putting arms behind his back and swaying them playfully: “We sure hope it will help you memorize this lesson and become a better person!”.

“We prepared well for that”, - Aneriel drawled, patting his stomach for some reason.

You didn’t see any whips in the angels’ hands, and that calmed you down, sort of. Corporal punishment was one of the most unpleasant memories from your childhood. However, what if the angels were going to do something more monstrous, like mutilating your body? Since it didn’t take them much effort to tie you to a tree without even touching anything physically, crippling you for the rest of your life with just a wave of their hands would be easy for them to do as well. That thought made cold sweat rush down your body.

“Do not look so frightened, Anon”, - Faloviel said with compassion: “We can feel there is a possibility of you repenting and improving as a person, so you will end up unharmed. However…”, - he gave his brethren a side glance, and they giggled airily.

Aneriel came closer to you and put arms on his hips, continuing Faloviel’s sentence: “However, to get rid of the sin lurking inside of your soul, you will still have to go through a lot now~”.

“For your current behavior is unacceptable”, - Faloviel added formally: “And it requires an immediate correction”.

“And even though we gave you many warnings, you did not cease your harmful ways!”, - Telielle said, wiggling his finger at you in a disapproving manner.

You gulped, watching Aneriel, who stood right in front of you, facing away, and… lifted his robe’s skirt?

The brown-haired angel’s exposed underwear-snuggled ass was just above your face. Aneriel looked at you over his shoulder, checking your reaction. His dark orange eyes twinkled with naughtiness and a few unruly curly locks obscured one of his eyes. The view was so surrealistic you almost believed it occurred, in fact, in a dream. You were still sleeping! Yes, that’s right! It couldn’t be a real angel exposing himself like that in front of you!

Only when Aneriel squatted down, shoving his butt in your face, the feeling seemed way too real to take place in a dream.

“Allow me to remind you, six times is enough”, - Faloviel addressed his brethren: “Two from each one of us. If the violation repeats, next time we will increase the number of expulsions”.

Expulsions? They don’t mean….?

“Understood!”, - Aneriel exclaimed cheerfully, and you heard a grumbling noise come from the midsection of his body. The brown-haired angel rubbed it and said: “My stomach is all rumbly already. Anon is about to receive a good reminder of how they should treat those around them”.

Oh no. No, no no… So that’s what they were preparing for while you were asleep.

Well, maybe farts coming from heavenly beings wouldn’t be that bad, you thought. After all, as pure and prim and perfect angels are, it could smell a little more bearable than human gas.

Anyway, there was no escape, so you decided to be accepting of the current events and tried to relax. After all, you did sort of deserve it. Murdering way too many animals to satisfy your pride certainly did not worth it.

Then it happened. The huge hell that was readily brewing inside of Anariel, spewed out easily, blasting through his tight asscrack. A raunchy bubbly fart, bright in its 4-second steadiness, blew directly into your face. You could already feel how sweltering that gas was, coming straight from Aneriel’s belching ass and wasting no time in spreading around.

“Well, this is the first expulsion”, - Anariel said, looking back at you: “Now sniff it up and think about what you’ve done!”.

Frankly, you had no other choice. You took a short careful sniff of the gusty miasma that swirled all around you… And your face scrunched up immediately, eliciting an amused giggle from Aneriel.

Holy shit… It surely was NOT bearable. The stench that Aneriel’s ass gave out reeked of rotten eggs. It was so noxious and sour that it felt like scratching at the very back of your head when entering your nostrils.

“I see you don’t like it at all”, - Aneriel said: “That’s very good. Think of this gas as the representation of your attitude towards nature, Anon. It’s very disgusting, isn’t it?”.

He could say that again! You were too busy struggling to adjust to breathing in the cloud of eggy methane to answer. You tried turning your head away, but it was futile. The fart came with too much gas that surrounded the tree trunk completely.

“I knew sour milk would give me some good farts for this ordeal”, - Aneriel said, rubbing his roundy buttcheeks in your face, right in front of the other two angels. You blushed at that, not knowing how to react. If you didn’t know better, you’d assume it was an act of lust rather than childish mischievousness.

Aneriel continued chatting with you: “That one fart felt like quite a lot of stinky gas came out! I like it”. He chuckled, and as he did, a deep-pitched whiny honk shot out of his behind, giving you another, smaller and drier dose of gas right up your nose. You coughed hard this time, your sinuses starting to burn.

“Whoops”, - Aneriel said quietly: “That’s too excessive, isn’t it? I think I’m putting too much strain on my legs and rear, holding this squatting position, heheh”.

“Aneriel, we would like our turns as well”, - Faloviel spoke, prompting Aneriel to flinch and hastily stand up.

“Oh, right, I’m sorry for holding up!”, - the brown-haired angel said with a charming apologizing smile on his face: “Anon is yours now, Faloviel”. Aneriel took his place next to Telielle and softly slapped Faloviel’s back to encourage him.

Your second torturer did not raise his skirt. He just pressed his robe-clad rear against your face. “Pull yourself together, Anon”, - Faloviel warned you, flipping his long hair over his shoulder: “You need to get through this whole punishment and not faint. Only then we will deem that you have atoned for your guilt”.

You scoffed, not liking how you were being talked down to by him. Faloviel gently patted his slim belly a little in downside motions, as if guiding the gas to the exit, and straightened his back.

Aneriel’s eggy gas still remained somewhat in the air, or could it have been your traumatized imagination? Now you wondered if Faloviel’s gas would turn out to be worse or not.

Finally, the angel let rip. The sound dropped like a bomb to your face. It started out booming and splattering for about 4 seconds. Then it dissolved into a squishy ripple that grew wetter every second and lasted for about 6 more seconds. You were sure a pretty big moist spot was forming right under that robe’s skirt at that moment - couldn’t have been any other way with that wetness. Gross!

As the gas gradually blew out of his body, Faloviel relaxed and moaned quietly, closing his eyes. Only when the impressive stinker ended on a windy bassy note, the angel opened his eyes and sighed. He then covered his mouth with a hand and let out refined laughter: “Oh, how uncouth can I be when it’s required!”.

“That was a long one, Faloviel!”, - Telielle exclaimed.

“Yes, I held it in for a very long time”, - Faloviel commented with sudden shyness.

As they had that nice small talk, you were in literal agony. Faloviel’s gas was downright deathly! The humidness of the fresh hot miasma baked your face uncomfortably, causing big drops of tears to form in your eyes. The smell, which you could vaguely describe as rotten meat and onions combined, with the addition of some other stomach-turning hints, worsened the effect by a hundred times – it was bitter and nauseating. You gagged violently, not having the slightest idea how you were supposed to survive it. Every inhale was like the insides of your nose being twisted and mauled.

“Continue sniffing, Anon”, - Faloviel said mercilessly: “Cruelty is not an easy intention to atone for. I want you to take three long sniffs, starting now. Begin”.

You panted a little, preparing yourself for that, because, oh god, the smell hovered around you, not fading away or giving you the slightest break one bit. The most sophisticated angel of the trio hiding that much smelly power in his ass was insanely ironic.

“Here it goes nothing”, - you miserably thought, slowly taking the gas through the nose, and pushing it deep into your pharynx. It caused you to start coughing and retching so hard your chest hurt.

“Very well”, - Faloviel said: “Two more sniffs to go”.

You shuddered. The black-haired angel listened with satisfaction to the loud sniffing sound your nose struggled to make, nodding approvingly. You coughed a few more times, squeaking at nausea that woke inside of you. You were driven to a terrible state. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, breath was caught in your chest and your lips were trembling. It was indeed a very cruel punishment. You internally swore to never defy God’s direct will and to never ruin your own moral compass so stupidly ever again.

“You are doing very good, Anon. Sniff my gas for the third time, and you will get a small reward”, - Faloviel cooed.

You sharply inhaled for the third time. You had no idea how you managed to keep down the bile that started creeping up your throat. After that one agonizing inhale settled in your olfactory system, you held your breath to try and somewhat escape the outer stench. Even though what you breathed in burned into your sinuses pretty well.

“Good job”, - Falovilel praised, standing up and turning to face you: “Here is your reward. I’ll clean the air so you can recover a little”. He flapped his big fluffy wings, a huge breeze blowing all over you and the tree trunk. The gas got wafted away, and you abruptly exhaled, having pretty much run out of breath by that moment.

As you gulped down the fresh air, Telielle stepped forward and proclaimed: “But don’t you think that this is over. No, it’s far from it!”.

You sighed and eyed Telielle’s incredibly soft plump ass that took its place on your face next. You could only hope that his farts wouldn’t be as bad as Faloviel’s.

“I have quite a big load of gas for you, Anon”, - Telielle warned: “This will cement your remorse for sure!”.

He bounced his bubbly booty a little, encouraging the gas to travel down to his anus. When the fart arrived in its full size, Telielle took his ass off your face, holding it just an inch away in front of your nose and let loose. A meaty ripe popping exploded out of his tush. From the surface of the robe, you could see Telielle’s buttcheeks vibrate hard. The blonde angel bent over, and parted his pink lips, enjoying how his stomach was evacuating all that rotten wind. At the end of the release, Telielle reached his hand back and pulled his buttcheek aside to help the remains of the gas slip out with a quieter whispery popping.

“It was 15 seconds!”, - Telielle said: “I counted! The longest fart so far~”.

“You were always good at it”, - Aneriel noted amiably: “Maybe I can do that one day!”.

You did not share their excitement at all. The result of Telielle’s huge fart filled the entire atmosphere around you, disturbing your sense of smell with yet another pungent aroma. The undertones of spoiled milk and cheese haven’t been even remotely as awful as Faloviel’s, it was true. But they were definitely not kind to your nose.

Especially since the smell was so savory and thick. You wondered what that angel could possibly eat to get it like that. Or maybe he had stomach problems, otherwise, he wouldn’t rip such a massive ass in one go. You had no idea, really.

You automatically tried holding your breath, having grown sick of sniffing rotten butt winds, but it was no use. After having run out of air in your lungs again, you still let the milky-cheesy stench flood your nose and mouth cavity.

Telielle made you sniff his gas for about half a minute. You literally took in about two-thirds of the heavy stench, and only then the angel decided it was enough and stood up.

“Will you let me go now?”, - you asked in a hoarse voice, your eyes slightly unfocused.

“No, Anon, it is not the time yet”, - Faloviel said.

“Remember how it was phrased?”, - Aneriel said: “You have to receive six farts in order to truly repent!”.

“I think, to save time, we could fart on Anon all at once”, - Telielle offered.

The other angels looked at him and smiled: “That’s a great idea!”.

The part about saving time did nothing to soothe you. If those smelly asses were about to unleash their inner terror on you all at once – that meant a hell of a trial for your stomach.

But then again, you sat through your punishment halfway. If you could just stay awake through one last collective gassy effusion, you’d be free from it.

So, the winged men gathered around you, holding their behinds above your head. You took last blissful inhales of the fresher air, afraid of what was about to come.

“Ready?”, - Telielle asked the other two angels.

“I personally am”, - Faloviel answered, blushing a little from how his flat ass, situated in the middle, was touched by his brethren’s plumper butts: “You, Aneriel?”.

“Long been ready!”, - Aneriel said.

Faloviel started first. His ass let out a sultry trumpeting fart that brought out a wave of rancid meaty gas that once again hit you like a ton of bricks. Since the other two angels were near this time, they felt the ungodly stench as soon as you did.

“Phew, Faloviel”, - Aneriel fanned the air: “It smells plain rotten! What did you eat to generate that?”.

Faloviel’s cheeks flushed: “Don’t get distracted, Aneriel. Fart in Anon’s face too”.

Aneriel giggled at the black-haired angel’s abashment and pushed out a cacophonous release. It switched between a sporadic rattle and a garbling sloppier tone before dissolving into a short windy drone and dying off.

“Ahhh, finally that left my system”, - Aneriel sighed.

“Sounded freaky!”, - Telielle commented: “I think yours and Faloviel’s underwear are NOT fine by now”. The other two angels murmured something in embarrassment, before asking Telielle to not bring the subject up again.

Anariel’s potent eggy stench sneaked through Faloviel’s meaty brand. The mix made your aching nose feel like it was set on fire.

“And for the final one…”, - Telielle said, bringing his ass closer to your face and raising his leg. The blonde angel’s anus bellowed with the loudest fart, sounding like a chainsaw being turned on full power. You could swear you felt the skin on your face ripple from the air-shattering brunt of that fart. It lasted for only three seconds but left a long-lasting ring in your ears.

“Oh my, Telielle!”, - Faloviel commented: “You don’t have to fart that loudly. It’s ghastly. You could deafen Anon with that”.

“If you get your farts to smell less bad, I’ll do something about the volume of mines”, - Telielle retorted: “It must be a combined effort”.

“You are right”, - Faloviel smiled awkwardly as his brethren laughed.

The angels straightened up and turned around to see how you were doing. All the while they were flapping their wings, wafting their huge gas clouds away.

Your left eye twitched, your nose was numb, and you were dizzy. But you managed to live through the horrible punishment, even though it would take quite a few showers to wash off the smells that soaked your skin. Angels proved to be quite stinky creatures in secret.

“I do hope that this punishment was not for naught, and you learned that your actions have consequences”, - Faloviel said.

You nodded frantically, afraid that they might fart on you again if you didn’t prove their efforts really mattered.

“Tell us, will you respect God’s will from now on?”, - Aneriel asked.

“I w-will!”, - you exclaimed: “I will…”. You didn’t have the vitality to say anything else, because another wave of nausea was suddenly rising inside of you.

“We hope so”, - Telielle said in a sudden sad voice: “It would be bad if we had to bring you this much suffering again to drive the point”.

“Look, Anon’s face turned all shades of green, grey and white”, - Faloviel noted: “I think we can help them feel better now”.

The angels quickly untied you. As Aneriel and Telielle fanned you with their wings, Faloviel gave you a potion that soothed your stomach.

“We are your guardian angels for a reason, Anon”, - Faloviel said, after you mostly restored your well-being: “You have the potential to become a model of a very good person. Remember that and please do not disappoint God”.

“We don’t really want to hurt you like that again”, - Aneriel said quietly.

“Or see you hurt someone else”, - Telielle said, giving you puppy eyes.

It was that moment when you decided to pull all three angels into a tight hug. After all, you couldn’t deny that their tough love had meaning. And it sure paid off in the end.

Especially when they smelled their own farts on your skin and started protesting, gagging, and breaking out of your grip. Ahhh, revenge sweet revenge!