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There you were, standing in a large room, a door at the far end being your only way out. The only thing standing between you and your escape was an anthropomorphic goat woman in a blue and purple robe blocking your path, named Toriel.

"Mrs. Toriel, I'm thankful that you saved me back there." You said in a despaired voice as you walked towards her slowly. "If it wasn't for you, I'd be in a very dangerous situation right now. But you can't keep me here forever!"

"My child, it's much too dangerous out there." Toriel insisted, holding her arms outstretched to block the door. She had told you about how there were several dangerous monsters out in the world you had fallen in to, but that didn't matter. You were determined to escape this place and get back to your home. You drew a small toy knife you'd found during your brief journey, and Toriel just sighed.

"Toriel, please get out of my way before I hurt you." You ordered, your voice wavering as you brandished the knife. You really didn't want to hurt Toriel, but she stood between you and your old life, and you wouldn't hesitate to fight her off.

"No. I won't let you lose your life for this folly." She declared. You made up your mind. You ran at her, raising the knife hesitantly. However, Toriel was faster than you, and she caught your wrist before you could even lower the knife. She used her free hand to force your hand open, and the knife fell to the ground uselessly. She then grabbed your other wrist, leaving your arms both trapped in her surprisingly powerful grasp. "It seems that words won't be enough to stop you. I'll have to use force myself to get it through your head." She said with a somber tone. Suddenly, she began to push against you, slowly at first, trying to force you to the ground.

"H-hey! Let me GO!" You ordered as you tried to push her back. However, she had a distinct size advantage, and you were helpless to her as she slowly brought you to your back, before sitting down on your chest. "Ugh! Toriel, please get up!"

"I cant, my child. Not until you agree to give up on leaving this place." Toriel said as she positioned her legs over your arms, pinning them down. "Just give up. You won't get me off of you, and I won't let you leave."

"Please, I have to go!" You begged angrily, but Toriel turned her nose up at your cries. However, she suddenly groaned in pain, leaning forward slightly and clutching her stomach.

"O-Oh my... It seems that the cinnamon-butterscotch pie I ate is giving me a stomach cramp." She moaned softly as she shifted her weignt back and forth on your chest. Eventually, she leaned way forward, her warm, fuzzy stomach pressing against yours, and her robe rising and revealing her large, pristine ass, covered in pure white fur and just slightly covered by a blue thong. The natural, earthy smell of her rump filtered into your nose, and despite your attempts to hold your breath, the scent filtered into your nostrils. Eventually, her stomach aches weren't just a feeling, and her stomach began to rumble, which caused it to jiggle against your stomach.

"H-huh? Toriel, maybe we should get home and take care of you." You advised nervously. You didn't know exactly what was happening to her, but you knew that it was worth putting off your trek home to help her. In fact, you may have been able to talk her into letting you go if you helped her. However, you were too late. She moaned louder, and you heard a high squeak coming from in front of you. A soft breeze blew past your face, and a smell of rotten goat cheese invaded your sinuses. "Agh! Th-that stink! Did you just... f-fart in my face?!"

"I... I do believe I have." Toriel stated in relief. Releasing some of the pressure in her gut made her feel better, though she didn't feel too good about letting the pressure out on a helpless human's face. Though... She figured she could make a lesson out of this. "And I shall continue passing gas onto your face until you decide to give up on leaving and stay with me."

"What?! You can't be serious!" You shouted. Toriel simply responded with another breeze of rotten, silent ass gas, causing you to cough and sputter, and your eyes teared up from the heat.

"Oh! You seem to be crying a bit." Toriel cried in concern. "Let me wipe those tears from your face." She then raised her butt off your chest and scooted a bit backwards. Her stinky goat bum hovered over your face for a few brief moments before crashing down, your nose being pressed deep into the warm, cheese scented fabric of her thong, and her robe fell over your heaf. She rubbed her bubble butt over your face, indeed wiping your tears away. "Oh! Th-that feels... pretty good." She gasped. She rubbed a bit more on your face, then unleashed a long wet fart with a stink like a skunk's spray. You lost the privilege of having clean oxygen to breathe, and your feeble consciousness slowly faded out.

"Mmrgh.." Was the last muttered utterance that left your lips as you fainted under her. She stood up and looked down at you, blushing a bit at her method of defeating you, but she felt it was more humane than hurting you with magic. In fact, it was so effective, she decided to do it more to keep you with her.

"Nngh..." You woke up a few minutes later. You looked around and recognized the room as Toriel's personal study. However, you couldn't get up. You were tied to her favorite chair, your back sprawled on the seat and your head resting on the backrest of the chair. Your arms were tied to the armrests, and they couldn't budge at all. "H-huh?! Toriel! What's going on?!" You shouted as Toriel happened to walk in. She carried a stack of pies in her right had, and a pile of large books, each one having hundreds of pages.

"Hello, my child." She greeted you happily. "Now, I have to ask, are you going to give up on trying to leave?"

"No! Toriel, why am I tied up?!" You asked frantically as she set the books and pies on a nearby table.

"I suppose you haven't learned yet. I won't let you leave." Toriel sighed as she turned around and sat down on you, her butt pressing against your face.

"NMMP!" You screamed muffledly. Your nose was burning, as Toriel hadn't changed her panties, and the fart stink was toxic.

"I'm just going to sit here and fart, and every few minutes, I'll ask again and give you some fresh air. And I'm NOT untying you until you finally agree to stay with me." Toriel explained as she ripped a thick, cheesy fart that sounded like an angry duck. She then cut a slice of pie, setting it on a plate for herself and grabbing a book to read. It was going to be a long, hot, stinky night for you and your poor nose, and the trio of rotten wet farts that blasted into your face only made that clearer.

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There you were, standing in a large room, a door at the far end being your only way out. The only thing standing between you and your escape was an anthropomorphic goat woman in a blue and purple robe blocking your path, named Toriel.

"Mrs. Toriel, I'm thankful that you saved me back there." You said in a despaired voice as you walked towards her slowly. "If it wasn't for you, I'd be in a very dangerous situation right now. But you can't keep me here forever!"

"My child, it's much too dangerous out there." Toriel insisted, holding her arms outstretched to block the door. She had told you about how there were several dangerous monsters out in the world you had fallen in to, but that didn't matter. You were determined to escape this place and get back to your home. You drew a small toy knife you'd found during your brief journey, and Toriel just sighed.

"Toriel, please get out of my way before I hurt you." You ordered, your voice wavering as you brandished the knife. You really didn't want to hurt Toriel, but she stood between you and your old life, and you wouldn't hesitate to fight her off.

"No. I won't let you lose your life for this folly." She declared. You made up your mind. You ran at her, raising the knife hesitantly. However, Toriel was faster than you, and she caught your wrist before you could even lower the knife. She used her free hand to force your hand open, and the knife fell to the ground uselessly. She then grabbed your other wrist, leaving your arms both trapped in her surprisingly powerful grasp. "It seems that words won't be enough to stop you. I'll have to use force myself to get it through your head." She said with a somber tone. Suddenly, she began to push against you, slowly at first, trying to force you to the ground.

"H-hey! Let me GO!" You ordered as you tried to push her back. However, she had a distinct size advantage, and you were helpless to her as she slowly brought you to your back, before sitting down on your chest. "Ugh! Toriel, please get up!"

"I cant, my child. Not until you agree to give up on leaving this place." Toriel said as she positioned her legs over your arms, pinning them down. "Just give up. You won't get me off of you, and I won't let you leave."

"Please, I have to go!" You begged angrily, but Toriel turned her nose up at your cries. However, she suddenly groaned in pain, leaning forward slightly and clutching her stomach.

"O-Oh my... It seems that the cinnamon-butterscotch pie I ate is giving me a stomach cramp." She moaned softly as she shifted her weignt back and forth on your chest. Eventually, she leaned way forward, her warm, fuzzy stomach pressing against yours, and her robe rising and revealing her large, pristine ass, covered in pure white fur and just slightly covered by a blue thong. The natural, earthy smell of her rump filtered into your nose, and despite your attempts to hold your breath, the scent filtered into your nostrils. Eventually, her stomach aches weren't just a feeling, and her stomach began to rumble, which caused it to jiggle against your stomach.

"H-huh? Toriel, maybe we should get home and take care of you." You advised nervously. You didn't know exactly what was happening to her, but you knew that it was worth putting off your trek home to help her. In fact, you may have been able to talk her into letting you go if you helped her. However, you were too late. She moaned louder, and you heard a high squeak coming from in front of you. A soft breeze blew past your face, and a smell of rotten goat cheese invaded your sinuses. "Agh! Th-that stink! Did you just... f-fart in my face?!"

"I... I do believe I have." Toriel stated in relief. Releasing some of the pressure in her gut made her feel better, though she didn't feel too good about letting the pressure out on a helpless human's face. Though... She figured she could make a lesson out of this. "And I shall continue passing gas onto your face until you decide to give up on leaving and stay with me."

"What?! You can't be serious!" You shouted. Toriel simply responded with another breeze of rotten, silent ass gas, causing you to cough and sputter, and your eyes teared up from the heat.

"Oh! You seem to be crying a bit." Toriel cried in concern. "Let me wipe those tears from your face." She then raised her butt off your chest and scooted a bit backwards. Her stinky goat bum hovered over your face for a few brief moments before crashing down, your nose being pressed deep into the warm, cheese scented fabric of her thong, and her robe fell over your heaf. She rubbed her bubble butt over your face, indeed wiping your tears away. "Oh! Th-that feels... pretty good." She gasped. She rubbed a bit more on your face, then unleashed a long wet fart with a stink like a skunk's spray. You lost the privilege of having clean oxygen to breathe, and your feeble consciousness slowly faded out.

"Mmrgh.." Was the last muttered utterance that left your lips as you fainted under her. She stood up and looked down at you, blushing a bit at her method of defeating you, but she felt it was more humane than hurting you with magic. In fact, it was so effective, she decided to do it more to keep you with her.

"Nngh..." You woke up a few minutes later. You looked around and recognized the room as Toriel's personal study. However, you couldn't get up. You were tied to her favorite chair, your back sprawled on the seat and your head resting on the backrest of the chair. Your arms were tied to the armrests, and they couldn't budge at all. "H-huh?! Toriel! What's going on?!" You shouted as Toriel happened to walk in. She carried a stack of pies in her right had, and a pile of large books, each one having hundreds of pages.

"Hello, my child." She greeted you happily. "Now, I have to ask, are you going to give up on trying to leave?"

"No! Toriel, why am I tied up?!" You asked frantically as she set the books and pies on a nearby table.

"I suppose you haven't learned yet. I won't let you leave." Toriel sighed as she turned around and sat down on you, her butt pressing against your face.

"NMMP!" You screamed muffledly. Your nose was burning, as Toriel hadn't changed her panties, and the fart stink was toxic.

"I'm just going to sit here and fart, and every few minutes, I'll ask again and give you some fresh air. And I'm NOT untying you until you finally agree to stay with me." Toriel explained as she ripped a thick, cheesy fart that sounded like an angry duck. She then cut a slice of pie, setting it on a plate for herself and grabbing a book to read. It was going to be a long, hot, stinky night for you and your poor nose, and the trio of rotten wet farts that blasted into your face only made that clearer.