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Parasoul's Donkey Disgrace WIP Preview
🕑 Added 2023-04-13 15:02:19 +0000 UTCWARNING THE FULL STORY WILL CONTAIN: Parasoul (Skullgirls) Donkey Girl TF, Butt Expansion, and Farting
The once peaceful night on the streets of New Meridian was thrown into chaos as an explosion echoed through down town area. The cause had been a bomb going off in an abandoned Anti-Skullgirl Lab in an effort to try and deter a raid by Black Egret soldiers. In the resulting cloud of smoke, none of the troops were seriously hurt, but the culprit responsible for stealing a collection of serums was able to use the distraction as a means to get away. However, the leader of the troops as well as the Canopy Kingdom wasn’t about to give up so easily.
Ordering the rest of her squad to stay behind to take care of the injured, Parasoul sprinted her way down the back alleys. The constant tapping of her black shoes through the puddles lining the street had the adverse effect of sprinkling the water across her blank miniskirt and matching sweater. Clutching her gun in one hand and her living parasol, Krieg in the other, she gritted her teeth as she kept her amber eyes open for any sign of the culprit.
Stopping at an intersection, Parasoul was forced to stop and catch her bearings. Forcing herself to pause to avoid needlessly wasting energy, she brushed her waist length, crimson hair out of her face. Though her overworked body appreciated the reprieve, she worried that she might have lost her only clue as to what was going on in the lab. Clutching the symbol of the Trinity hung around her neck, she made a vow to herself that she wouldn’t let this chance go to waste. Not when there was a Skullgirl on the loose and the people needed their princess now more than ever.
A flash of pink down one of the alleys got Parasoul to break into another sprint. Her eyes were focused on the ponytail of blue hair and white scrubs belonging to the culprit. The chase came to an end as she cornered the woman at a dead end. Though the woman’s attire made her appear as a nurse with a very lax dress code, the face mask, eyepatch, and cross shaped eyes made it clear that this was none other than the infamous, Valentine.
“Give it up and hand over the serums!” Parasoul shouted out, aiming her gun at the ninja nurse.
“Well, aren’t you a real go getter?” Valentine replied, as if talking to a small child. “I’m sure the people of the kingdom are so proud that their princess is willing to dirty her hands for their protection.”
“I said, give them to me,” Parasoul replied. “You will be taken into custody and put on trial for-“
Parasoul dodged out of the way just as Valentine tossed a cross-shaped shuriken towards her. Though she had managed to successfully dodge the attack, she left herself wide open for the nurse to toss something into her. Letting out a hiss of pain, she looked over her shoulder to watch as the last few drops of a brownish liquid were pushed out of a syringe and into her backside.
“What did you do to me?” Parasoul asked, yanking the empty vial out and tossing it to the ground.
“I could tell you,” Valentine replied, as her eyes surveyed Parasoul’s body, “but where would be the fun in that?”
“I order you to tell me what was in that-HEE HAW!”
As the strange sound echoed throughout the alley, Parasoul brought her hands up to her face. Pressing her fingers against her lips to try and find out the reason she had made such a noise, she recoiled at the feeling of a pair of buckteeth sticking out of her mouth. Though she was understandably freaked out by the sudden addition to her body, it was hard to concentrate on it with Valentine’s giggling in the background.
“So that’s the effects of Donkey Disgrace,” the nurse commented. “While amusing, I had assumed there would be something more to it.”
“Don’t treat me like your plaything,” Parsoul replied, carefully speaking her words to avoid recreating the animal noise again. “I’m taking you down and then you’re going to tell me how to reverse whatever-“
Parasoul stopped moving as an intense pain shot through her lower intestines. Grasping her mid-section in an attempt to ease her suffering let her feel the various gas bubbles that were rolling around inside. Despite her efforts, the building pressure began to push itself lower and lower throughout her body. In her attempt to hold it in, she heard the sound of fabric beginning to tear. Looking over her shoulder to find the source of the noise, she watched as a rip formed down the center of her skirt to reveal the added heft that had been added to her backside.
So focused on her recently acquired bubble butt, the sheer shock was enough to release the gas from Parasoul’s body. While the squeaky fart was fairly small, it brought with it an awful odor that drifted into her nostrils. As she tried in vain to cough out the vile fumes, she turned her teary eyes once more to glare at Valentine’s smug face.
