Emergence of Untoward Bliss

Anna was giving Elsa a golden shower, her sweet nectar pouring out of her urethra onto the queen's bare back.

They were in Elsa's bedchambers, on the floor. The platinum blond always told her sister the smell of her urine washing over the linoleum of her carpet made her feel good.

"Elsa, I was wondering…" Anna said, in her seductive voice. "Do you ever think you'd enjoy drinking my urine?"

Elsa didn't speak for a moment. She was moaning softly.

Then her eyes shot open. "Did you say something, Anna?"

"Well," Anna said, licking her lips, "we've been doing this for a long time. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind me…you know, peeing right into your mouth."

To her surprise, Elsa reached back and squeezed her hand. "I would love that, darling. It just so happens that I was imagining just such a scenario. That's why I was moaning."

"Oh really?" Anna asked. "I thought you just liked having my golden waters ripple down your back."

"I love that," Elsa said. "But I never had the courage to ask you to urinate directly in my mouth. Now you are willing to do so. That makes me very excited."

Anna then got off Elsa so her sister could rollover and lie facing the ceiling. Then Anna put her vagina up to Elsa's lips, after which she unleashed a shot of delicious urine down her sister's throat.

"That tasted so good," Elsa said, when it was done.

"It's the water I've been drinking. Natural spring water."

"Wonderful stuff," said Elsa. "We should do this some more the next time we do a golden shower session."

"Yeah," Anna said. She stood up. "Oh yeah, and before I let it slip my mind, our cousin Rapunzel is coming tomorrow afternoon. She has grown her hair back to waist length and dyed it golden blond. She keeps telling me she used to have hair much longer than that, why she cut it at all I'm not sure. I didn't like how short it was at our coronation."

"Not enough room to pee in, much," Elsa said, wrininging out her own urine-drenched hair.

"Oh, come on, Elsa. I would never do that with anyone but you. Imean, that wouldn't be fair to you."

"I'm sorry, Anna," Elsa said. "It's just that I never had to face any competition for your heart before, and it's a little scary, know hwat I mean?"

"I promise, Elsa. You're the only one I'll administer golden showers to," Anna said.

The valet then came to collect the queen for some royal matters. She quickly sprayed herself with Arendelle's finest perfume to conceal the odor, and Anna was left by herself.

Anna decided to walk around the castle, in preparation for something she was eager to do later. She soon found herself in the dessert room, and had trouble resisting taking a bite of chocolate.

Or twenty.

Kristoff had just returned from an ice delivery. "Hey, Anna," he said, stepping around the pyramid of brownies that Olaf had built. "Goodness, Olaf hasn't put whipped creamonthat thing yet?"

"He said he's saving his storage of whipped cream for something extra special," Anna said.

"Oh," Kristoff said, gazing at the pyramid, which was a real masterpiece. Then her turned back to Anna. "Well, a letter has arrived for you from Valmont, one of your former fiance's older brothers."

"Please don't remind me of Hans, 's untoward."

"Hey, I didn't bring it up. Valmont did."

"Don't you have some ice deliveries to make?" Anna asked, taking the missive.

"Sure, but I thought you might relay to me what that letter says. Since we are good friends and all."

"It's very likely boring protocol on how they're going to punish Hans for his misdeeds."

"See, now you made me interested."

"I'll tell you what it says when you return," Anna said. "I wouldn't want to begin perusing it and find out I have to break my promise to you because of how heinous it sounds. So...go on."

"Okay, but I passed Elsa in the hall with Kai and she smelled of urine. You might want to be more carful about what you do with her and when."

"Kristoff! What I and my sister do togetheris none of your business! And besides,s he was hwearing perfume. I bet only you noticed."

Kristoff stared at her. "Look, I just want you to be careful, all right?"

"You just wish I was doing it to you."

"Well, can you blame me?"

"I could if you end up saying something both of us will regret."

"All right," Kristoff said. "I'm going, but know this, Anna—if you ever feel the need to do that to a guy, I'm more than willing to receive it."

He thumped Anna on her shoulder, then went on his way, taking swift, buoyant strides.

She waited till he had to be far off in the castle before unfolding the note.

To the princess of Arendelle, ir read,

I am Valmont, Han's second eldest brother.

Aware that the punishment for Hans' misconduct in your kingdom might be of the the utmost importance to you, we have chosen as his punishment to force him to eat the feces of a beautiful girl. This punishment is not heinous or eil but a just desserts necessary to put him in his place.

Furthermore, we would like you to administer the deposition of fecal matter into young Hans' mouth. We know that this may be appalling to you, so feel free to decline if you so desire.

Also, if you do wish to refrain from engaging in this activity, which might be adversive to your temperament, could you name use a lass who might be eager to partake in it? The damsels in the Southern Isles find it revolting. Mind you, I don't blame them, but some girl has to be willing to do it…otherwise another punishment will have to be discovered, and this is the best measure we have fabricated.

Of course, had his nefarious attack on your wonderful sister's life been successful, Hans' own existence would be forfeit. But you thwarted him, and I thought you might like to see him take penance.

Whatever your answer,

Yours with best regards,

Valmont, owner of a fair third of the Kingdom of the Southern Isles.

Anna read this with misgivings. She had thought of trying brown showers with Elsa first, though given Valmont's intent that Hans would eat her feces, she could see this wouldn't exactly count as a brown shower. Should she do it?

Perhaps she should speak with Elsa. Her sister might want to…

But Hans had tried to kill her. She wouldn't be safe being near him. Anna, on the other hand, could act as a dominatrix, force him to indulge in and swallow her poop.

He wouldn't want to kill Anna, at least not for the same reason he had wanted to do Elsa in. And of course, he must know that Anna would never trust him again. And he's probably be chained up anyway.

She went to the docks at once and ordered a ship to set sail for the Southern Isles. The banquet food she had had two days before was now digested, giving her butt pains. Full of protein and other nutrients that made her need to let out those brown, malodorous it'd remain tucked in until she was before Hans and could bombard him with her excrement, she climbed in the sailing vessel, which Kai, the main male servant of Arendelle, started padding, seeing how eager she was to arrive there.

"What are you going there for?" Kai asked, watching her pretty form.

"I have some private matters to take care of there, with the nobles."

"Shouldn't you have waited for Elsa, and gotten a whole voyage out?"

"Last time the Arendelle nobility went on a voyage, the ship sank," Anna said, with a shiver, remembering her poor parents who died on that occasion. If only they had returned hope alive. "If anything were to happen to Elsa, I would never forgive myself."

"What about you, though?"

"What about me?"

"Something could happen to you."

"Nah," Anna said, with a wave of her hand. "I'll be fine."

"Suit yourself," said Kai, continuing to rap the oars against the water rhythmically.

It was six hours before they arrived. Anna leapt out of the boat just as a huge fart threatened to erupt from her butt. She held it in, but only just.

She announced herself to the knights of the Southern Aisles. They brought forth the three kings and a handful of their other brother, though it was half an hour after Anna's arrival before anyone was willing to listen to her.

"Why have you come here?" asked one of the kings.

"Valmont sent me a letter," Anna said. "And I've come to say yes. I mean, I'd be willing to engage in…that activity," she added, her face flushed.

"Ah, you're ready to punish Hans, then?" asked the most cheerful of the three kings.

"Yes," said Anna, her countenance becoming quite scarlet.

"Then we shall show you the dungeon where he is kept. I assume you'll be ready to begin upon entering the room?"

"Er, yes," Anna said. Following the kings and their entourage. "But I'd rather not be observed doing it."

"Of course not," said Valmont. "You and Hans will be left alone, to do as you might."

"Is he chained up?"

"Indeed, he is. We're not going to toss you in with a shark, you know. But you could probably take him, I'm sure," he said, regarding her with great interest.

Soon they reached a doorway. Valmont turned to to a soldier. "It is lit up, isn't it?"

"I was supposed to provide light?"

"It wouldn't really be much of a punishment if Hans can't see what is being done to him," said Valmont, impatiently.

"I will enter and set candles to the wicks."

The soldier took a key out of his pouch and slipped in.

"You may stay in there as long as you need," said Valmont. "When you emerge, summon us and we'll escort you back to your ship. Even if it's the middle of the night."

"Good. I want to be home in time for my cousin's arrival tomorrow afternoon. And I don't know how long it'll take to…do my thing."

The door opened and the solder came out. "It's all lit and everything now."

"Wonderful," said Valmont. He pressed a hand on Anna's shoulder. "Now punish him like the scoundrel he is."

Anna nodded and went within. The candlelight gave the room an eerie look. The odd thing was that given a different context, this would've been a romantic venue with Elsa. But Anna must not let her mind follow that trail.

She took the steps carefully, for they were narrow and she was afraid she would slip. When she reached the third to last one, though, she jumped down. She had to caress her ankle for a minute, though, for it felt a bit twisted.

Then she saw him. The villain who had nearly taken her sister away from her forever. And revulsion burst within her. What was she doing here?

Oh right. She came to poop in his mouth. And force him to swallow. Well, that'd be easily undertaken.

She marched over to him. His eyes followed her with amazement.

"You're wearing lingerie," he remarked.

"Oh, I…" Anna looked down at herself. "What do you know? I am."

"You've come to have sex with me?"

"Sex? Ew, no. Not after what you did."

"So you'd sleep with me if I hadn't attempted murder on your sister? Typical."

"No, I'd never do that with anyone, except soemoen who is dear to my heart. Something you never could be."

"Well, what are you here for, then?"

To this, Anna pulled her panties down and slammed her butt down on Hans' nose, causing him to yowl. Then she released a gargantuan fart which caused his nostrils to burn from how much pain it inflicted.

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Hans gagged, grossed out extremely. "Hey, this isn't-!" he started to say.

But at that moment, Anna wrenched his mouth open and let feces begin tumbling out of her rear end. Then she had four straight minutes of diarrhea, as though putting the chocolcate frosting on the worst tasting chocolate cake ever. Very wet, sloppy frosting.

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After that came another layer of solid fecal matter. Hans mouth was so filled with it that he literally felt like an outhouse.

"Start chewing and swallowing," Anna commanded, giving him a stern gaze.

He shook his head, looking ready to spew it out. The only reason he hadn't so far as that Anna's anus blocked his mouth off, and also with such a huge butt in his face it made it difficult for his tongue to fight with so much brown weight on it.

"I said swallow, or you won't be getting any more."

He looked like he wanted to slap her, but his arms were bound by chains and couldn't lift high enough to do so. Then she released a fart that stank of mashed potatoes and asparagus and he recoiled enough that a fair amount of the feces in his mouth fell down his esophagus. Then Anna held his chin up so he was facing the dungeon ceiling and started tickling his neck.

"You kind of are a bit sexy when you're in my power," she said.

He bit down on the poop, hating it, but wanting to yell at her and this brown matter was preventing that.

"Aren't you so glad that Valmonst suggested I do this?" Anna said, happily.

When Hans could speak, he said, "So you're their pawn. I see how it is."

"I'm doing this because I want to!" Anna exclaimed. "How dare you suggest otherwise."

She let him put his face back into its normal position, then removed her boot and sock, before sticking a couple of toes in his nostrils.

She patted her behind. "Time to fart, yay!"

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It reeked of turnkey meat and peas. But Hans couldn't breathe through his nose with her toes blocking that path, so he was forced to let it sail into his open mouth.

"Love my fart?" Anna asked, giggling. "I know you do."

"No. Now please stop."

"Okay," she said, letting her toes out os his nostrils. "I've got more poop to release, anyway."

"Not in my mouth, you don't."

"Yes," Anna said firmly.

"No."

She pried his mouth open and time let out an inundation of feces flow out, some of the diarrhea portion leaking out over the edge of his lips. Then she pressed hard down on his nose with her anus. He took fifteen minutes to swallow but at alast did so.

"And for your final reward, I shall fart on your eyeballs," Anna said.

"Hey, that's sheer toture! Don't' do it, Anna!"

"I shall," she said, sliding her posterior up toward that spot. She then unleashed the biggest, most potent farts she had released in her life, one right after the other, seven in a row.

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So many foul smells made Hans feel like the lowest of the low, but the fart juice shooting into his eyes hurt the most.

"There you go," said said, standing up, while Hans howled in rage and attempted to thrash through his metallic ligature. "Hope we get to do this again."

Then Anna climbed back up the stairs, as cautious as when she went down them, wondering how or if she'd tell Elsa about this peradventure.