Sellen's Solution
by test715

(Warning: Contains F/F facesitting, fart domination, full tour vore (kinda), mind control, and toilet torture. It's a long one)

After enduring her time with Ranni, Alys was in desperate need of a break from wind breaking. Spending literal days huffing farts under various arses, not to mention being shrunk down and shoved up one, had taken a rather severe toll on her psyche. It’d become obvious that without some reprieve it’d only be a matter of time before she snapped. While she might have been incapable of dying permanently, immortality wasn't worth much without sanity.

As part of her R&R, Alys decided to pay a long overdue visit to her teacher and mentor, the Sorceress Sellen. Alys had met her shortly after exiting the Stranded Graveyard, whereupon the experienced sorceress took pity on the fledgling Tarnished and agreed to take her under her wing.

While Sellen’s morals were indubitably dubious, a fact the so-called “Graven Witch” readily admitted, she'd always been kind (if a bit teasing) to her pupil and Alys was in no position to be picky with her choice of allies. Sure, the whole “running lethal experiments on her fellow scholars” business wasn't great, but without Sellen’s mentorship Alys doubted she'd ever have gotten through Limgrave.

That… and discovering she possessed a kink for student-teacher dynamics also went a long way towards Alys overlooking her teacher’s sins. There was just something about Sellen’s confident, sultry voice and teasing jabs that made Alys more than a little weak in the knees. The fact that she’d never even seen Sellen’s face didn't dissuade her - if anything the mystique added to the excitement.

It wasn't long before Alys began trying to flirt with her teacher with all the subtlety of a Falling Star Beast. A few “highlights” included:

“I hope you don't mind me calling you “mistress”. I mean it as a term of respect, of course, though apparently it might also be used in… lewder contexts as well. Or so I’ve heard.”

“I noticed an odd blemish on my thigh… Do you think you could take a look at it, make sure it's nothing to worry about? Believe I’ve got a similar one on my chest as well… I could also inspect you, if you’d like! Check any regions that might be difficult to do yourself!”

“Do you ever get lonely in this dreary basement? Would you like me to stay the night? I wouldn't mind, truly! In fact, it’d bring me back to my college days! You know how students are; we’d often spend the night playing games involving drinking and stripping. Haha, wouldn't it be crazy if we did something like that? Haha!”

“So… Do you have a type? In terms of partners, I mean. Sexual partners. There's so few sane, non-disfigured people left it's rather hard to be picky, but still! I myself prefer women! Even better if they're intelligent or in positions of power over me - doesn't even matter if I’ve never seen their face! I’m very open-minded too - willing to try just about anything once! And I do mean anything! Why, they could tell me to undress and lie on the cold floor, and I’d probably do it and let you - I mean them - have their way with me!”

Sellen, for her part, didn't mind Alys’ infatuation. In fact, she welcomed it. There was an obvious appeal to having a young, wide-eyed apprentice who clung to her every word and, more importantly, would do just about anything she asked if she so much as batted her eyelashes. It certainly didn't hurt that Alys was easy enough on the eyes as well. She'd spent so much time studying in her basement that she'd nearly forgotten about the baser pleasures of life.

But while Alys would have eagerly fucked her teacher given the first opportunity, Sellen found more joy in stringing her student along and watching her squirm with anticipation. Never rejecting her advances outright, but rarely acknowledging them directly either. Straddling a fine line between doting teacher and older, more experienced seductress. Albeit with one notable exception…

— — —

Once, in order to demonstrate the proper posture for casting, Sellen had taken hold of Alys' wrist and hips - softly whispering instructions into her student's ear as she guided Alys into the proper pose. After nearly fainting from the rush of blood coursing from her brain to her nethers, Alys made damn-well sure she was a slow learner that day.

“So… I should stand like this?” Alys backed up so that her arse was pressed against Sellen’s leg. In case her intentions weren't overt enough already, she also began slowly gyrating her hips. “Is that good?”

Sellen smiled to herself. She'd seen more subtlety from a cat in heat. But as amusing as she found these flirtatious games, there came a point when it was time to move on. She truly intended to help Alys become Elden Lord, yet Alys was more concerned with what laid beneath her robes rather than the content of her lessons.

While Sellen could have easily poured cold water over the whole thing, she instead decided to take an alternative approach. A very hands-on one, if you will, that involved giving Alys exactly what she wanted. Or more precisely, what she thought she wanted.

Sellen knew Alys’ type well - insecure young women projecting intellectual and sexual confidence were a dime a dozen at the Academy. Yet as soon as the target of their affections reciprocates rather than blushing like a coy schoolgirl, they typically freeze and panic.

“Almost…” Sellen smirked behind her mask. “Though your hips should be closer to… here.” She adjusted Alys’ posture, not by guiding her hips as she had before, but by grabbing a handful of her arse and squeezing.

“Ah~!” Alys gasped - her pale features turning a deep crimson upon realizing she'd lost her composure merely from being touched through her robes. Did… Did she just…?!

“Is something the matter, my apprentice?” Sellen asked matter-of-factly, as if groping her student’s bum was utterly unremarkable. “You seem distracted.”

“M-My apologies, mistress…” Alys awkwardly cleared her throat, the wind clearly taken from her sails. “I-I’m afraid I felt rather faint for a moment there…”

“It has been a rather long lesson, hasn't it? Let’s set you down then, so you don't trip and get blood all over my floor.” Sellen reached under Alys’ arms and around her chest, where her hands just-so-happened to cup Alys’ breasts, and slowly began to ease Alys down to the ground and onto her lap. Even through her clothes, Alys’ erect nipples were impossible to miss.

W-Whoa… Alys exhaled shakily. Despite fantasizing about what she'd do in this situation dozens of times and doing everything in her power to initiate such an encounter, she now found herself completely paralyzed by Sellen’s advances. I can barely even think… It’s as if all the blood has left my brain and filled my loins…

Sellen, meanwhile, suffered no such paralysis. “You seem stressed, my apprentice…” She purred as her hands slowly began to rub Alys’ neck and shoulders. “Allow me to help you relax…”

Alys let out a vaguely-affirmative grunt as Sellen began her massage - her hands firm, yet still boasting a softness commonplace in academics.

Within a minute, Alys was fidgeting with curled toes as she desperately tried to maintain her composure. She’d never imagined being brought to the verge of climax from mere foreplay, yet here she was… And things only got more dire as Sellen’s hands began wandering into her robe; inching down the front towards her (now anxiously perspiring) breasts.

H-How far is she going to go? Alys swallowed nervously, despite her mouth’s newfound dryness. And what will she do next? Is she going to undress me? Her breathing and heartbeat quickened. Or will she undress instead, and allow me to lick her-

Alys never got to discover just how far Sellen intended to take things, as let out a soft moan and her entire body began to shudder the moment she was touched below the clavicle. “F–Fuck…!” She initially tried to fight it, but quickly gave in to Sellen’s soft touch upon realizing the fruitlessness of her efforts.

Once the waves of pleasure subsided and she ceased quivering like a leaf, pure mortification began to set in. That the mere thought of what Sellen might do to her was enough to make her climax… It made her want to hide in a corner and use a Mimic’s Veil until the shame washed away. All that talk just to moan like a doe-eyed virgin at the slightest touch… I must seem like an absolute joke to her!

Her embarrassment triggering her fight-or-flight reaction, Alys hurried to her feet (stumbling a few times due to her jelly-like knees) and began making her way to the exit without so much as looking in Sellen’s direction. She could only imagine the smug, judging look her teacher had behind her mask.

“Oh?” Sellen asked innocently, completely nonplussed by recent events. “Someplace you need to be?”

“I… Um… Yeah.” Alys shuffled away awkwardly, grateful her robes hid her arousal-drenched undergarments as she hurried to find a change of clothes. “I have a… thing that I need to… Y’know…” Her voice trailed off.

Only once Alys was out of earshot did Sellen rise and chuckle to herself. Ah, the follies of youth. I dare say she won't soon forget today's lesson!

And to her credit, Sellen was right. The humiliating ordeal formed a core memory in Alys’ mind, making her completely submissive from that point onwards. As an apprentice ought to be, in Sellen’s eyes. From then on, any and all flirtations were initiated by her exclusively, and typically involved Alys being too anxious to reciprocate out of fear of a humiliating encore.

— — —

Besides the perpetual embarrassment she now felt in Sellen’s presence, Alys had several other reasons behind her procrastination to visit her teacher. A fairly obvious one being her feud with Malenia.

While Sellen would’ve undoubtedly helped her student upon request, Alys refused to let her mentor’s image of her be tarnished any further by revealing the disgusting details of her many, many deaths beneath the Empyrean’s flatulent arse. As much as Alys liked to think herself above such base desires, if there was one person in the Land’s Between from whom she sought validation, it was Sellen.

Alys debated employing vaguery and half-truths to keep the sordid details of her quarrel secret while still receiving aid, but unfortunately Sellen’s perception was just as keen as her intellect. Keeping her ever-probing teacher from discovering her quarrel with Malenia and subsequent humiliations would be nigh impossible. Even if she said nothing at all, Sellen would still be able to tell something was bothering her.

The other reason as to why Alys had been keeping her distance was the awkward circumstances behind their last meeting, where Alys had extracted Sellen’s Primal Glintstone from one body and inserted it into one of Seluvis’ puppets, so that her teacher might avoid being slain by a witch hunter.

The journey itself had its own share of complications Alys preferred not to dwell on, but the true problem came afterwards, when Sellen expressed her desire to take over Raya Lucaria in order to restore the primeval current of glintstone sorceries.

Though she reluctantly agreed to help, Alys had been deliberately putting off assisting Sellen with her quest ever since. Besides the primeval current being infamously volatile to work with, Sellen’s goal also required shoving aside the current head of the academy, Rennala - an insult Ranni was unlikely to stand for. As head-over-heels she was for Sellen, even Alys had her limits.

As for what changed to bring Alys to reunite with Sellen… it was desperation, pure and simple. She needed all the assistance she could get to defeat Malenia, and a mentor’s express purpose was to aid their pupils. Preferably via ways that didn't involve inhaling an inordinate amount of flatulence. If Sellen managed to unveil the truth of her humiliating feud… then so be it. She wouldn't be the first, and, unfortunately, was unlikely to be the last.

As for Sellen’s whereabouts, she was presumably still in Seluvis’ basement, as far as Alys knew. Though she initially doubted whether her teacher would even still be there, her fears were quickly proven unfounded as she descended the stairs and found Sellen standing by the entrance, as if expecting her.

“My apprentice.” Alys could tell Sellen was smiling behind her mask. “It's been too long! I’d been wondering when you’d next pay me a visit.”

“Greetings mistress.” Alys smiled half-heartedly. “Forgive my absence. I’ve been rather… preoccupied as of late.”

“Oh, no need to explain yourself to me. I’ve no doubt your quest to become Elden Lord is an arduous one.” Sellen straightened her back and folded her arms. “Now tell me, what brings you back to me? To resume assisting me with my task? A new scroll you need deciphering?” She paused. “Or perhaps something a bit more… unconventional?”

“Um…” Alys raised her brow. Considering Sellen’s reputation, she worried what exactly would meet her teacher’s threshold for 'unconventional’. “What exactly do you mean by that?”

“Oh, let's dispense with the formalities, shall we dear? We both know why you're here and I shan't make you grovel.” Sellen stepped forward and clasped her pupil’s shoulder. “Yes, I’ll break wind in your face.”

”You’ll… what?!” Alys’ eyes shot open as she stepped back. “How did you-?!”

“-Know about your encounters with a certain flatulent demigoddess?” Sellen chuckled. “I merely employed a bit of scrying! There are applications of magic beyond simple bloodletting, you know. Observe…” She flicked her staff, and an image was projected onto the wall of her dwelling. It depicted the room they were currently in from an over-the-shoulder perspective - the shoulder in question being Alys’.

“What the-?!” Alys turned around, but could see nothing. Sellen then flicked her staff again, and demonstrated her ability to rotate the camera around Alys as she desired. “This whole time… You’ve been… watching me?!” She recoiled at this utter invasion of privacy. “Why?! What the bloody hell is wrong with you?!”

“No need for hysterics.” Sellen chided. “Did you truly believe I spent my every waking moment standing here, watching moss grow? Surely you don’t think me so dull!”

“I don't begrudge you having a hobby! I begrudge the hobby in question being blatant voyeurism, with me as the fixation! Is it really so much to ask that I be permitted to sleep, shit, or bathe without being ogled?!”

“I’ve no interest in watching you sleep restlessly, nor in watching you relieve yourself.” Alys wasn't sure how to take the lack of comment on her bathing. “Initially, I merely wanted to ensure some ill-fate hadn't befallen my dear apprentice. After all, something truly awful must have happened to keep you from assisting your beloved teacher for so long - or even just stopping by to say hello! How fortunate it was to find you in perfectly good health; traipsing about without a care in the world!”

Though Sellen’s sarcasm was mostly playful ribbing, there was a hint of genuine annoyance behind her words as well. Her point made, Alys could only grumble and guiltily look away.

“But I digress…” Sellen continued. “After confirming your safety, I merely sought a bit of entertainment as I whiled away my time, and presumed observing my apprentice would suffice. And I must say…” She smiled fondly upon recalling Alys’ myriad of failures. “You did not disappoint.”

Fuck me… Whole bloody continent will find out at this rate… Alys sighed deeply and slumped her shoulders. While she knew there was a risk of Sellen uncovering the truth eventually, she hadn't expected her teacher to somehow find out prior to her visit. “So you truly witnessed everything?”

“Oh yes. But worry not, my apprentice. I’m not one to judge, nor shall I betray your confidences. The path towards success is seldom an easy one, as I’m sure you well know, and oftentimes necessitates decisions lesser minds might find… unseemly. Repugnant, even. I myself have been reviled by my peers for following my ambitions, yet I’ve walked the path all the same - without shame nor regret.”

Sellen tenderly raised Alys’ crestfallen chin. “While I can't say I relate to your particular struggles, it pleases me to watch you remain stalwart in the face of such adversity all the same. You must have a wonderful teacher.”

“Truly…?” Alys’ eyes watered at her teacher's words - the only genuine support and encouragement she'd received since her quarrel with Malenia began. “T-Thank you! I hadn't expected to find anyone who’d approve of my methods - and especially not you! I feared you’d consider them to reflect poorly on you! You’ve no idea how much your words mean to me!”

“Don't get me wrong, I’d sooner plunge headfirst off the nearest cliff than willingly sniff another woman’s arse - let alone wind.” Sellen replied flatly. “I might not care for the opinions of others, but I still possess some modicum of self-respect.”

“...Oh.”

“But…” Sellen continued as Alys’ face fell. “If your strategy works, then who am I, or anyone else for that matter, to judge how you became Elden Lord? Disproving naysayers merely makes victory all the sweeter. Though I do wish you'd sought me out sooner. I believe I could have saved you a considerable amount of grief.” She crossed her arms smugly. “...As I just-so-happen to possess the key to Malenia’s defeat.”

“You… You do?!” Alys’ eyes shot open. “You're not just teasing me, are you? You truly have something to aid me? What is it?!”

“Patience, my apprentice…” Sellen soothed. “You shall have your solution in due time. However, there's first the matter of payment for my aid.”

“I suppose the prospective Elden Lord owing you a favor isn't adequate?”

“Indeed not. But don't fear, I shan’t be asking for any of your runes. Goodness knows you need them more than I. No, I merely seek a moment of your time. Something we both know you have an excess of.”

“That’s… vague.” Alys frowned.

“Then let me speak plainly. As I’ve watched others break wind atop your face, I’ve grown curious to experience the sensation for myself. To degrade and dominate someone so completely and utterly….” Sellen paused, and Alys was pretty sure she heard her lick her lips behind her mask. “Watching you subjugate yourself to just about every woman you’ve met, yet not to your own mentor… It only seems proper for the pupil to be beneath the teacher, does it not?”

“Uh…” Alys’ jaw dropped as Sellen began to disrobe before her. Her skin was pale and flawless, and her build, typically concealed by her loose fitting robes, was slender yet shapely. For all of Seluvis’ many misdeeds, there was no denying his skill as a puppet craftsman. Once out of her robe, Sellen was left wearing naught but black, lacy intimates… as well as her oversized glintstone helmet. Alys wondered if she even took that thing off to eat.

Bloody hell, she's gorgeous… Alys made no attempt to be subtle in her ogling; grateful that Ranni wasn't the jealous type. Though the Lunar Princess didn't particularly approve of Alys’ infatuation with others, she nevertheless permitted her consort to engage in trysts and dalliances so long as they weren't flaunted and didn't involve another Empyrean. After indirectly subjecting Alys to innumerable, ignoble deaths and considering her own lack of corporeal form, Ranni decided to grant Alys that small boon, at least.

“Now then, let's get to business, shall we? On your knees.” Sellen rubbed her stomach as she turned around. “I gorged myself in preparation for your arrival, so I’m already rather bloated. While this young new body is undoubtedly an improvement over my prior one, it does seem to possess a rather severe intolerance to dairy. Gives me utterly rancid wind… though that's exactly what you seek, is it not?”

Sellen glanced over her shoulder expectantly, but found Alys completely still. “Well? Cease the doe eyes, pick your jaw off the floor, and kneel. Wasn't long ago you'd have groveled at my feet just to glimpse a bit of leg, yet now you hesitate. If you can endure the flatulence of a demigod, then you can certainly endure mine.”

“No, it's not you. It’s just… I hadn't come here for… that.” Alys shuffled around awkwardly. “After my time with Ranni, I’m in dire need of a break from this sort of thing. I, erm, appreciate the offer though!”

“Your time with Ranni?” Sellen tilted her head. “I don't recall any reunion between you and the Lunar Princess. Considering the tumultuous nature of your relationship, I’m positive I’d have noticed such a meeting. The only thing that comes to mind is a particularly restless night of yours where you mumbled about the witch in your slumber. Is it that you’re referring to? Did she come to you in your sleep?”

So she doesn't know? Well, at least she’s unable to invade my thoughts and dreams. Yet. “...Nevermind, forget I said anything.” Sellen huffed annoyedly, but didn't press the topic further. “As for the purpose of my visit, I merely wanted to see if you had any spells to dull my senses, or perhaps negate the need to breathe altogether. Though if you truly possess a way to defeat Malenia, I’d gladly trade for it.”

“You wish to numb yourself…” Sellen paused, her lust for dominance giving way towards academic curiosity. “Certainly understandable… Fortunately for you, I happen to know of just the thing. Less fortunately, I refuse to part with it until after you subjugate yourself to me. So if you want me to part with my secrets of sensory deprivation and Malenia’s weakness, I suggest you do as I say.” She looked between Alys’ face and her arse expectantly.

“Really? You couldn't at least numb my senses before making me smell your farts?”

“In the state I’m in, I couldn't even stand up straight without unleashing my wind - much less cast a spell. Though even if I were capable of obliging, I doubt I would. Having you numb to the stench wouldn't be nearly as fun.” She paused, and her tone darkened. “After all… I certainly wasn't granted the mercy of anesthesia while subjected to the horrors of your bowels.”

My bowels? What is she- Oh. Oh no. Alys cringed as she recalled one of her more regrettable moments. But… How would she even know about that?!

— — —

The incident in question occurred shortly after collecting the Sellen’s primal glintstone, where Alys had an unexpected run-in with Jerren. Fearing that the infamous witch hunter would search her possessions and discover her teacher’s essence, Alys made a split-second decision to hide Sellen’s glintstone by, well, swallowing it whole.

An admittedly foolish move in hindsight for a multitude of reasons; not least being she hadn't even been sure the glintstone would survive a minute in her stomach - let alone several days throughout her entire digestive system.

Alys initially tried to spit up the glintstone once Jerren had left, but found herself unable to do so - eventually resigning to just let it out the “natural” way. Though the process of eliminating such an object proved far more arduous than anticipated, and involved sifting through her own dung more times than she cared to recall, eliminate it she eventually did.

Adding insult to injury was the fact her decision was entirely pointless, as Jerren didn't even suspect her of harboring anything and let her pass after a brief-yet-cordial conversation. The only thing Alys accomplished was a few days of constipation followed by a few more days of having a sore arsehole.

The only saving grace of the incident was that the glintstone, though filthy, appeared undamaged afterwards, and that Sellen would presumably be unaware of the whole debacle, bodiless as she was.

After giving the glintstone a very thorough washing, Alys assumed there'd be no evidence of the ordeal, and initially her optimism seemed warranted. Upon entering her new body, Sellen made no mention of her out-of-body experience nor seemed in any way perturbed. But now Alys feared it was all a ruse and her teacher had been harboring a grudge ever since…

— — —

“U-Um…” Alys swallowed nervously. Maybe she's referring to a different incident involving my bowels? I’m pretty sure I’ve broken wind in front of her at some point, right? “I-I’m not sure what you're talking about?”

“You aren't? Then let me remind you. I entrusted you with my primal glintstone - the sum essence of my being - and cautioned you to treat it with care.” Sellen crossed her arms. “Imagine my surprise when I found myself traveling down your gullet, through your bowels, and out your arse. Despite my lack of body, I was still cognizant enough to be aware of the indignity and… odor.”

Despite her face being hidden, the rigidness of Sellen’s body and her clenched fists belied her inner disgust. “Eugh… A journey I shan’t soon forget….”

“...So you truly knew all this time?” Alys winced empathetically. “Why didn't you ever mention it?”

“I didn't see a point.” Sellen sighed deeply. “Initially I was furious… but there was an excess of time for my anger to subside. Unpleasant as it was, I begrudgingly came to accept you only meant well. Not that your good intentions made my journey any less revolting mind you, but still. That… and I also took solace from the fact the experience caused you considerable discomfort as well.”

“That’s true enough…” Alys winced. “But even still… After all that, you… forgive me? Truly?”

“I still have the occasional nightmare of the experience, but for the most part, yes. It certainly helped that despite the… “complications”, you nevertheless succeeded in saving my life. It’s as I’ve said - pay no mind to the means taken to achieve your goal, ignoble or otherwise, so long as you achieve it. But if you desire my full forgiveness…” Sellen bent over, leaning on the table and hiking up her panties. “I shall require an act of penance.”

“U-Ugh…!” There was an audible gurgle, followed by Sellen groaning as she doubled over - her rectum fast approaching its breaking point. “I’ve prattled on for long enough…! Obey your teacher now and stick your face in my arse before I lose control!” She now spoke with considerable urgency. “After all I’ve suffered holding it in, I refuse to let any go to waste!”

As much as Alys loathed debasing herself yet again, Sellen had always been honest with Alys - arguably to a fault. If she claimed to possess what Alys sought, then she had no reason to doubt it. That, and she felt kinda guilty about the whole “eating and shitting out her teacher” business.

“Oh for fucks… Fine!” Alys let out a frustrated sigh as she got on her knees, glancing to the side to avoid staring directly into her teacher’s arse crack. It was a fine arse, sure, but Alys had no desire to ruin her fantasies by associating her teacher’s shapely haunches with the horrid miasma which would inevitably and imminently assault her senses. “At least tell me how long I’ll need to endure this torment before- HMPH!”

Sellen wasted no time getting started, grabbing the back of her pupil’s head and forcing it up her panty-clad crack. Alys felt her cheeks enveloped by her teacher's - Sellen’s soft, tender skin touching her own through the floral pattern of the panties.

Sorceresses tended to fall into two camps when it came to hygiene. There were those who fully bought into the Carian aesthetic; meticulously maintaining their appearances to the point they practically bathed in perfume. Then there were those so immersed in their studies that they neglected even the most basic tenets of hygiene, considering anything not directly related to their craft (such as bathing) to be a superfluous waste of time).

Alys did her to practice proper hygiene, though the nature of her journey made constant cleanliness an impossibility. Naturally, Alys hoped Sellen would fall into the former camp as well. Considering her noble demeanor and aesthetically pleasing choice of puppets, there was some basis for her hopes as well.

As the poor Tarnished was wedged deeper between her teacher's cheeks, however, she was dismayed to discover Sellen’s grasp of hygiene was sorely lacking compared to her grasp of magic. Her regal appearance turned out to be just that - an appearance.

Sellen’s arse wasn't particularly sweaty, being in a cool basement at least spared Alys of that vexation, but there was a staleness and sourness to the witch’s crack that indicated it’d been quite some time since Sellen last washed her clothes - or even herself.

Far more disturbing than mere BO, however, was a greasy skidmark against her nose where Sellen’s panties met her pucker - a vile stain which made Alys doubt her teacher followed even the most fundamental of hygienic practices.

Whether things had gotten this bad through casual neglect or if Sellen had been deliberately dirtying herself in preparation of her pupil’s arrival, Alys could not say. All she knew was whatever salacious fantasies involving her teacher she had were officially ruined.

For better or worse, she didn't have much time to ruminate on these disgusting details before Sellen’s pucker opened up and unleashed a warm gale which vibrated her nose and upper lip.

The stench was, unsurprisingly, awful. While direct comparisons were impossible, it seemed better than Ranni’s but worse than Tiche’s upon first impression. If Alys had to pick one distinguishing characteristic of her teacher's gas, it’d be the thickness. Between Sellen’s intolerance to dairy and her gas fermenting within her bowels for a considerable amount of time, the sheer density and heaviness of her fart immediately made Alys heave.

Had this been the first time Alys had been subjected to a point blank fart of this potency, she almost certainly would have fallen to her hands and lost her supper before the fart had even finished leaving Sellen’s arsehole. Though she still very much desired to pull away, her excess of experience in this domain allowed her to resist the instinctual urge to do so. She instead made due with gritting her teeth, clenching her fists, squirming, and groaning as Sellen continued to unload onto her face.

Unfortunately for her, enduring Sellen’s gas wouldn't be a one-and-done deal. Once the first fart sputtered out after several seconds, Alys was assaulted by a cacophony several smaller (but just as rancid) ones in rapid succession. Each time Alys thought the barrage was finally coming to an end, Sellen’s hole would flex and send another one right up her nose, each time resulting in a jolt and a gag.

After spending five minutes with her face up Sellen’s arse and with no end in sight, Alys finally turned her head to the side and addressed her teacher through grit teeth. “How much… longer must I endure this…?!” She hissed. “Had I known you possessed the arse of a horse, I would have thought twice before-”

“Hush now.” Sellen grabbed the back of her apprentice’s head and forced her face back where it belonged. Her answer to Alys’ inquiry came in the form of a soft grunt accompanied by distressingly wet squelch. Mercifully, Sellen demonstrated enough restraint to narrowly avoid soiling herself… but Alys feared she wouldn't be so fortunate the next time.

“Ah…” Sellen sighed, her shoulders slumping with satisfaction. “You shall remain there until I am satisfied, my apprentice. And not a moment sooner.”

Alys let out a miserable groan which made Sellen’s heart flutter and loins stir. Breaking taboo for its own sake had long lost its appeal for the so-called “apostate witch”, but something about breaking wind on her apprentice reignited the guilty pleasure she once felt from committing profane acts.

Whether it was from having someone willingly debase themselves for her pleasure, the disgusting, unladylike nature with which her dominance was displayed, or something else entirely, she knew not. The only thing she knew for certain was she wanted to take things up a notch… and she already knew exactly how she desired to accomplish this.

Her next course of action decided, Sellen cleared her throat to ensure her disoriented apprentice would hear her. “Much as I’d like to continue, I fear I’ve just about exhausted my supply of wind. With that in mind, I’d like to make these last ones particularly memorable.”

“Be a good student and open your mouth, would you?” Sellen’s lips curled into a devious grin as Alys whined behind her. “Even with you huffing my gas and my mask shielding me from the worst of it, I find myself perturbed by the stench. Naturally, I expect you to remedy this. And to ensure nothing gets in the way of your task…” Sellen shimmied her panties down to her ankles and unceremoniously tossed them aside, giving Alys a face-full of her pale, naked arse.

Alys stared at the full moon before her and sighed. …Must it always come to this? Is this cosmic retribution for sitting on Ranni? Or am I truly just the unluckiest wretch in the Lands Between?

“Admiring the view?” Sellen teased, giving her own arse a slap. “I can hardly blame you. It is finely crafted, is it not? I shall permit you some ogling later, once I am satisfied. Not that you ever sought permission to gawk at my backside prior, of course. But until then…” She spread her cheeks, giving her apprentice direct line of sight of the dirty, wrinkled source of her dismay. Alys doubted it’d been cleansed within a fortnight. “Lips. Hole. Now. Before I decide I’d rather feel your tongue instead.”

Alys grimaced and debated giving Sellen’s cheek a few bite marks, but nevertheless obeyed. She opened her mouth and formed a seal between her lips and her teacher's anus - the sickening warmth of past releases radiating off the ring of muscle and onto her tongue. The taste was that of utmost humiliation, complete disrespect… and a slight (but unmistakable) hint of shit. Impossible not to mention that too.

“Grk!” Alys’ ruminating was interrupted by a puff of hot air hitting the back of her throat, causing her to jolt. She nearly pulled away reflexively, but Sellen was “kind” enough to hold her head in place as the gas dissipated throughout her mouth - smothering her tongue like a warm, fetid blanket. And just like before, there were plenty more in store. This set of farts was like an inverse of the prior - starting out as brief-but-powerful pops but getting lengthier, deeper, and wetter with each subsequent release.

Alys wanted nothing more than to pull away, spit out the rancid gas, and lick the coarse stone floor until every single one of her taste buds had been obliterated. But nevertheless she endured - fart after fart echoing within her gradually inflating cheeks until Sellen at last gave her permission to swallow.

Alys made all manner of wretched noises as she forced the gas bubble down her throat, but eventually she succeeded, leaving her with a horrid aftertaste, burning throat, and nauseating warmth in her stomach for her efforts.

Satisfied that Alys had swallowed the fart in its entirety, Sellen stepped away from her apprentice who, having unknowingly begun leaning on her teacher’s arse for support, promptly fell face first onto the cold, hard floor. While the fall did bloody her nose (a superfluous injury easily remedied with a swig of Crimson Tears), Alys had long since learned that not even a broken nose could mask the lingering stench which clung to her airways.

“Ugh…” Alys stumbled to her feet - hair frayed, face gaunt, and eyes bloodshot. She would’ve appreciated being offered a helping hand, but Sellen evidently considered even that basic courtesy to be an unafforded luxury. “I did what you asked… Now where's my bloody payment?”

“My, my… Impatient, aren't we!” Sellen chuckled, but relented after Alys shot daggers at her. “Very well, I’ll forgive your lack of manners this once. I won’t deny you’ve given me ample service.” She rummaged through a nearby drawer and took out two flasks - one filled with a thick, bluish-black liquid and the other a gleaming amber syrup. Something about them seemed familiar to Alys, but only vaguely.

“I’m sure you recall Seluvis?” Sellen paced as she spoke. “A truly loathsome man if ever there was one, but a talented one nonetheless. With him slain and his tower nearby, I decided to pilfer what I could from his laboratory. Supplies and instructions should I ever need a new body, you see. And among his possessions, I discovered two elixirs of extraordinary potential.”

“Wait… Are these…” Alys’ eyes widened with dawning realization… and horror. While the amber draught was unfamiliar to her, the other she’d seen before. Possessed, even. Seluvis had instructed her to give it to Nepheli, but she ended up taking Gideon’s advice and disposing of it. Just thinking of what that old codger intended for her barbarian friend made her sick to her stomach.

“Puppetry potions? Indeed they are. One brewed for a Tarnished, and the other…” Sellen stared intently at the amber draught. “...an Empyrean. Intended for Ranni, I believe, but from what I’ve gathered there's nothing stopping it from being used against Malenia instead. One gulp of this, and the greatest swordswoman in the Lands Between would become your own personal plaything!”

Alys’ jaw dropped upon realizing the implications of such a brew. Being consort to one Empyrean whilst enslaving the other… She’d be the most powerful Elden Lord yet! No one would pay any mind to the disgusting means of her ascension! And those that did would fear her too much to ever mention it!

Not to mention the depraved acts of vengeance she could subject her nemesis's puppeted body to. The mere thought of Malenia kneeling down and kissing her arse before a crowd of onlookers at her coronation was enough to make her toes curl.

Administering the drug would present its own fair share of challenges of course, but was still far more feasible than defeating Malenia in combat. And, best of all, wouldn't involve sniffing any more scarlet rot farts. At least, she hoped.

As Alys reached for the golden elixir, however, Sellen retracted her hand. “Not so fast...” The sorceress tutted. “Such an extraordinary tonic is worth far more than a few measly farts to the face. Your service as of yet has only afforded you the sensory deprivation you sought. Which brings us to the second potion.” She handed Alys the dark, viscous phial. “Take a sip of this.”

“Wait… what?!” It took a moment for her mind to fully process Sellen’s audacious request, but once she had Alys nearly dropped the bottle in shock. “No! Surely you don't expect me to become your bloody puppet!”

“Of course not. Drink the full bottle, and you’d be my thrall forever. But a few drops… Why, it should provide precisely the numbing effect you desire. Should the dosage exceed your tolerance, then I believe you’d merely become a bit… suggestable until the effect wears off. But nothing permanent, I assure you.”

“...You believe?” Alys looked at the wicked concoction with understandable concern. “And if you're wrong and I become your… your fucking puppet?! What then?!”

“Why, then I suppose you ought to be grateful you’d have a master who’d take such good care of you! Rest assured, I’d keep you healthy and be gentle with you. Mostly.” Sellen pinched Alys’ butt and laughed gently. “Better me than that wretch, Seluvis, right? There are worse fates.”

“Sellen!” Alys gasped indignantly. It wasn't long ago that she'd be all for her hot teacher flirtatiously talking about making her a sex slave, but the whole “genuine risk of ego death” aspect put a real damper on things.

“I jest, my apprentice!” Sellen chuckled. “Your recent ordeals have made you rather high-strung of late, haven't they?”

“This is no laughing matter! I want to believe you… But if you're wrong… Or if…” Alys’ voice trailed off. While Sellen had never betrayed her trust before, few could resist the urge to make the aspiring Elden Lord their puppet. And considering Sellen’s dubious-at-best ethics…

“Worried I seek to trick you?” Sellen interrupted, as if reading Alys’ mind. She sounded more amused by the accusation than anything. “Your suspicion is understandable, but unnecessary. Recall that I’ve been capable of ascertaining your location at will. Had I wished to make you my thrall, I merely could have administered the elixir while you slept.” She smiled warmly. “Yet it seems I’ve developed something of a soft spot for my darling apprentice, in spite of myself.”

“That’s true, I suppose…” Alys frowned, simultaneously reassured yet displeased Sellen had even planned out the deed in the first place. She never imagined her fears being dispelled by someone stating they secretly watched her as she slept.

“And if you still remain unconvinced by my kindly nature, then the very real threat of Ranni smiting me where I stand should be assurance enough.”

“Ranni? Protect me?” Alys scoffed. “Yeah, right…”

“I’m entirely serious. Despite your… disagreements… you nevertheless remain her consort, and thus, her sole key to godhood. While she may enjoy watching you “stumble”, repeatedly and embarrassingly, I’ve no doubt she'd intervene the moment you were in any true danger.”

“Maybe…” Alys took a long look at the bottle in her hands before continuing. “If I accept… And I do end up becoming temporarily “suggestible”, as you said… What exactly would you “suggest” for me to do?”

Sellen smiled behind her mask, believing Alys’ compliance to be all but guaranteed. “Oh, a bit of this and a bit of that. Nothing that would leave a permanent mark, I assure you.”

Alys frowned at her teacher's non-answer. “Is that meant to be reassuring?”

“Would you prefer I go into explicit detail? Didn't see much point considering you’d more-or-less be in a coma, but if you insist…” Sellen cleared her throat. “I’d likely start by spreading my arse and telling you to stick your tongue inside me. Whether this would be before or after I’ve used my chamberpot, I’ve yet to decide. From there-”

“EW, ALRIGHT! Point taken!” Alys cringed, before letting out a deep sigh. She wasn't particularly keen on selling out her body to her teacher's depraved whims, but by this point there wasn't much off limits in her quest to defeat Malenia. At least this time she’d be numb to the experience. “I’ll do it. But if that potion of yours doesn't work on Malenia and it turns out I’ve endured all this for nothing…”

“It shall work.” Sellen assured. “Seluvis was, unfortunately for those who caught his eye, a master of his craft. Now drink up.”

Alys uncorked the bottle and took a wary sniff of the mixture. For something so evil, it smelled surprisingly sweet. Well… here goes nothing. She brought the bottle to her lips and attempted to drink from it, but the liquid proved thick enough to defy gravity.

Oh for fuck’s… Alys began shaking the bottle above her mouth in an effort to loosen the mixture. Sellen opened her mouth to advise against such a method, but reconsidered. If Alys ended up taking a higher dose than intended and was reduced to her plaything for some time, would that truly be the worst thing in the world?

Damn stuff is really stuck in there… Really gotta- Alys’ efforts suddenly paid off as a glob of the concoction was flung from the bottle - hitting the back of her throat with a wet smack. Unfortunately, rather than triggering her gag reflex, Alys instead swallowed the sweet elixir instantly and without deliberation. While mercifully not the whole potion, it was still considerably more than the “few drops” she’d intended.

“Was… was that too much?” Alys’ naturally-pale face turned downright ghostly. “It was, wasn't it?! Oh gods!” She frantically inspected her fingers, expecting some sort of numbing effect, yet felt completely normal. “I… I don't feel any different yet! Maybe there's still time to-” She stopped mid-sentence as if frozen in time. Still as a statue, save for a bit of drool which had begun slowly dribbling down her lips.

“Oh dear…” Sellen tutted. “Let’s see what the damage is…” She began to poke and prod Alys, mumbling to herself as she took some measurements that would’ve seemed obtuse to any onlookers, were they not alone. “Hm… The good news is the effect should wear off eventually. A few weeks, by my calculations. Considerably longer than I intended to use you, but I suppose we must all play the hand fate deals us…” She chuckled to herself.

“Mm…” Sellen purred as she circled around Alys, thoroughly inspecting her comely apprentice. “Perhaps… this is for the best? You get to experience the numbing oblivion you so desperately craved, and I get to do… Why, whatever I please, I suppose! Starting with…” She paused as she pondered her first command. “Lie down on the bed in the back, and open your mouth. I shall join you shortly.”

Alys (or at least, her body) obeyed immediately. As it walked and laid down of its own accord, a worrying thought entered Alys’ mind. Specifically, the fact she was having thoughts at all.

I’m… still conscious? Suppose the fact that I’m even questioning if I am must mean so… Alys attempted to sigh, before being reminded of her lack of bodily autonomy. It was immensely unsatisfying. Fuck me, guess I’m gonna get a first-row seat to whatever gross stuff Sellen has in store for me then… Can't even scratch my nose either… Eugh, not to mention my face still reeks from- Wait.

Alys’ train of thought paused again as she came to a second disturbing revelation. Wait, why can I still smell?! I’m not numb at all! Is she sadistic, careless, or merely incompetent?! Her mind raced, searching for the source of her iminent torment. Or… Or is Ranni’s spell somehow to blame?! This would be precisely the sort of thing she'd do, but still! Is even she that vindictive?!

Alys’ internal panic was interrupted by a shadow being cast upon her face. Sellen, now completely nude, had joined her on the bed and sat astride her chest. From her brief glimpse of the sorceress's undercarriage it seemed she hadn't yet used the bathroom which, while preferable for the moment, was exceptionally worrying for the future. But Alys didn't spend long ruminating on these disturbing implications, upon noticing Sellen’s lack of apparel now extended towards her mask as well.

Witnessing the mysterious sorceress's face for the first time was enough to momentarily distract Alys from her hellish predicament. Despite spending nearly every waking moment with her mask on, her silky, brunette hair was remarkably well-kempt. Though still rather pale, her complexion was slowly turning from a sickly white to a healthy shade of pink as she acclimated to her new body.

Particularly striking were her light-blue eyes, which reminded her a bit of Ranni’s. Though both of theirs were calculating, Ranni’s eyes were cold and judgemental while Sellen’s had a curious, almost toying, glint about them. All-in-all, she was somehow more attractive than Alys had imagined.

A shame her appearance would be irreparably tainted in Alys’ eyes due to what’d happen next.

“Now… what to do first…” The corners of her soft, thin lips curled into a slight, but unmistakably mischievous grin as she contemplated all the ways she might use her incapacitated apprentice. What would normally qualify as a wet dream for Alys instead felt like a wet nightmare as her mentor’s nails gently ran over her skin - like a cat toying with its unfortunate prey.

“Hm… I suppose I do still need to relieve myself…” Sellen pursed her lips. “I hadn't intended to subject you to anything so extreme. But seeing as you’re presently no more conscious than my chamberpot, I suppose you're not really “you” anymore, are you?”

FUCK FUCK FUCK! Alys screamed internally as Sellen lifted herself up, scooted forward, and sat her unshaven mound over her student’s mouth. Before emptying her bowels, there was first the matter of relieving her bladder.

Maybe I can blink or something, let her know I’m still in here?! Alys concentrated with all her might, but couldn't even manage a twitch. The only thing that could save her now was divine intervention. RANNI, IF YOU’RE LISTENING, SURELY YOU DON’T WANT TO BE WED TO A PISSPOT, RIGHT?! COULD YOU PLEASE HELP ME?!

The good news was Ranni did telepathically answer her consort’s prayers.

The bad news was her answer was a matter-of-fact “No”, which Alys took with about as much grace as could be expected.

SO THIS WAS YOUR FAULT?! WHY, BECAUSE I SOUGHT AN ALTERNATIVE SOLUTION THAT WOULDN’T INVOLVE SMELLING WHO-KNOWS HOW MANY ARSES?! FUCK YOU, YOU VINDICTIVE, FOUR-ARMED FREAK! I SHOULD’VE LEFT YOU TO ROT IN THAT STEAMING PILE OF YOUR OWN MOTHER’S- Alys’ rant was cut short as a warm, bitter stream began trickling into her mouth. EWWWWW!!! WOULD IT KILL HER TO TAKE A SIP OF WATER SOMETIME?!

“Ah…” Sellen, completely ignorant of Alys’ torment, sighed contently as she finished her business. Well, the first half of it, at least. Upon lifting herself up to commence the second half, however, she noticed Alys’ mouth was rather full. “Eugh.” She wrinkled her nose. “Seems you even need my permission to swallow…” She waved her hand dismissively. “Well go ahead, do it.”

Alys’ body obeyed without a hint of reluctance, belying the violent hurricane of emotions spinning through the Tarnished’s head. The subsequent warmth in her stomach and lingering sour aftertaste was nauseating beyond compare, though her puppeted body seemed incapable of gagging, let alone throwing up.

But as Sellen wiped her nethers with Alys’ hair then aligned her anus with her student's mouth, the ever-unfortunate Tarnished knew there was much worse in store.

Sellen rested her chin on her hand and began to strain, not even hesitating as she prepared to defile her student unlike any had done before. Hm… Suppose her breath will reek like a sewer after this… Perhaps I ought to mix some herbs and spirits together for her to rinse with afterwards? Her eyes lit up. Oh right, I could just tell her to mix them instead! She's like a lab assistant who won't pester me with small talk! She glanced down at Alys’ unnaturally still body and chuckled softly. …Among other uses, of course.

Alys’ internal monologue, meanwhile, consisted of a colorful range of expletives and screaming. While she couldn't see what was happening, the sounds of Sellen’s anus opening up and subsequent wet, crackling of some unholy log slowly descending towards her tongue painted a vivid enough picture in its own right. All the while she was completely immobilized - a prisoner in her own body.

The only mercy (and even then, a tenuous one at that) was this period of lucidity would end up being short lived, as Alys’ mind quickly devolved into a delirious haze once Sellen’s dung broke free and landed on her tongue.

While Alys was (unfortunately) still conscious for the entire ordeal, she’d entered a kind of fugue state in which she was incapable of focusing on the “finer” details. Plenty capable of grasping the broad strokes, mind you, which were more than revolting enough on their own, but unable to comprehend much else beyond a primal sense of complete and utter disgust. That, and the dread of knowing it hadn’t even yet been an hour since she’d taken the potion.