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==What Happens In Yusnaan==

Story by Kaz Sparkledawg

Commissioned by Anonymous

Includes GAY SEX, SCAT, WATERSPORTS, FOODPLAY, CLOWNS, PERFORMANCE SEX, AGEPLAY, FERAL SCAT, PUBLIC SEX, and other extreme themes!

Please do not read further if you are A.)Underage, B.)Uncomfortable with these Themes, or C.)Uninterested in Fandom Smut

All Canon Character Appearances (Hope Estheim, Snow Villiers, Lightning Farron, Gadot, and Yuj) are the properties of Square! I did not create any of these characters! They are drawn from the Final Fantasy XIII trilogy!

If you enjoy the story, please consider donating to me or commissioning your own!

Created July of 2016 with Microsoft Word 2013, Calibri 11pt, 14pt, 16pt, and 28pt.

Chapter 1: A Disturbing Turn of Events

The soft grayish white light wavered gently in the atmospheric Ark. High above the chaotic world of Nova Chrysalis hovered an encapsulated structure created by young engineer Hope Estheim as a 'base of operations' for Lightning to reach out and save the souls of the world in preparation for the birth of the new world. Here, in the Ark, everything was soft, gentle and beautiful. The soft ambient sound of choral voices and softly tinkling bells harmonized so wonderfully with the white furnishings and futuristic apparatus standing in the center. It was serene, if not a little colorless. The Tree of Life, Yggdrasil, stood nearby, glistening, it's usual bright green color diluted by the atmosphere here. It was almost as though time stood still here, which in actuality it did for all the inhabitants. The air was still, but not unpleasant to breathe. Various shelves and instruments littered the expanse of the atmospheric dome, with a false 'sky' visible at the entire ceiling of the dome-shaped Ark.

Hope Estheim, the sole inhabitant of this beautiful architectural masterpiece, stirred restlessly in his seat. His chair was made of a white plastic type material, curved to perfectly accommodate his youthful body shape. In front of him stood a massive table with technological interfaces and a few large holo-monitors projected in the air above. Through these instruments, he was able to monitor the state and goings-on of the world below. He was also able to track the local time on Nova Chrysalis, which helped him guide Lightning back to the Ark each morning. He hadn't focused on much down below lately, except for Lightning's mission. However, sensors were going off all over his interface, so he groaned and stretched, leaning forward to address the issue.

No amount of warning would've prepared him for the alert that flashed across the screen. According to the warning, Snow Villiers was in a...sticky...situation. Hope was only fourteen years old...his worldly experience came in the form of battling fearsome creatures and trekking across long-forgotten continents. He wasn't experienced in the way of adults, and the things they did in times of peace, so when his monitors advised him that Snow was tangled up in an immense orgy in his newly redecorated Palace of Yusnaan, the boy froze. The pictures and video flashing across the screen disgusted and worried him. From what little he could see, the interior of the Palace had been redecorated to resemble a Circus Big Top tent. Banners strung up under an enormous tented, billowy fabric that was held up from the walls by ornamental pillars. Gorgeous rugs with intricate gold designs woven into them were littered across the room, and the futuristic designs and décor had been all but destroyed. The throne itself was draped in multi-colored billowy fabric, much like the canvas of the tent. The decorations themselves weren't what shocked Hope, it was the people.

All around, in every image or recording, were fantastical costumes and makeup. Made to look like a performing troupe no doubt. Fanciful, embellished hats on every head, poofy sleeves and leggings with cropped tops sporting ridiculous shoulder adornments. The fabric was shiny and looked crinkly in the recordings. Masks were strewn around the various occupants, but the most disturbing was the lack of clothes the occupants in the recording had. In various stages of undress, they were engaging in ungodly acts of carnal pleasure, including some odd creamy substance that left thick stains upon their flesh. And in the center of that, in every image, was Snow Villiers, the ruler of Yusnaan. His usual garb of a grey trench coat, black trousers, fingerless gloves and his signature hat were all gone. Instead, he had an immensely ridiculous ruffled collar, extending a few inches away from his body in all directions, and he was wearing a top that seemed to start at the top of his pectorals, forming a straight line from one arm to the other, and it only covered half of his torso. The sleeves were made of green, purple, and pink material, just like the other occupants' colorful clothing. They were airy, poofy sleeves, only fit for a performer.

Snow's pants were no less ridiculous. They appeared to have been custom made, and this is what drew his attention to them. It would appear as though he was wearing one half of the pants on each leg, like a fully independent leg warmer, with no connection in the middle. They were as airy and large as his sleeves, with the same pinstriped style of color and material. A smaller version of the collar at his neck adorned the bottom and top rim of each leg, leaving everything else in between his legs completely exposed.

Unable to watch another moment of these awful recordings, Hope flicked off the displays and slammed a fist onto the table. "Dammit, Snow! Why couldn't you wait for Lightning?!" He sighed and laid his head into his gloved hands. His delicate and airy silver hair bristling with his movements. He had no idea what to do. Snow was down in his Palace feeding every carnal desire he'd probably ever known. He'd remodeled the whole main hall into a circus tent! Who knew if he'd given up completely or was just passing time...

Hope was shocked still but registering everything slowly. Ever since Serah had died, Snow had slowly begun changing. Serah was Lightning's younger sister, and one of the two saviors of humanity. Together with Noel Kreiss, they'd embarked on a perilous quest to stop Caius Ballad from destroying Time itself. They'd corrected the Timeline and restored the world to what it should be. However, in their quest, Serah had seen too much of the Timeline. And when one views the Timeline, it takes a part of their life as a price. She died shortly after the final battle with Caius, and there was no way to prevent it.

Snow was in denial at first, confident that Serah would pull through. For the first few hundred years, he tried to hold tight to her memory, convince himself that she'd come back. But as the time went on, he finally realized there was no way Serah was going to come back. Over the past two hundred years, he'd resigned himself to being the ruler of the hedonistic city of Yusnaan. Parades, operas, circus performances, concerts, parties....the people of Yusnaan knew only pleasure. And they hailed Snow as their leader, where he organized the events for the past two hundred years. Now, as Hope's monitors had showed, something had changed. He'd always organized events, but sat idly on his throne, never partaking in them like this...it made no sense!

Hope again slammed his fist into the console before him. He stood up and began pacing in the Ark. It wasn't nearly time for Lightning to return today, so he wouldn't have help with this situation for some time. His shoulders sagged as he pondered the possibilities. He himself was trapped in the Ark, orders of God himself. He had never known or thought of a way out anyway. Even if he could get out, how could he help Snow? Judging by the raging arousal Hope had caught sight of on the recording, Snow wasn't in that much trouble after all....

Trapped with his thoughts, Hope continued pacing around and around the Ark. His hands wringing themselves again and again, brow furrowed, biting his lip. He didn't know, he just didn't know! Why did the universe continue to force these decisions and predicaments on him?! He was just a boy! "God, why do you do this to me?!" He cried out, collapsing into a ball in the corner. It was as he collapsed that he found his solution. His rump collided with the ground, and a "click" was heard, followed by a pneumatic hiss. He jumped up just as fast as he'd fallen down, turning around to stare at the ground.

He just couldn't believe his eyes. Opening up before him was a hatch, circular and large enough for four full grown adults. Inside the hatch, there appeared to be a shimmering, plasma monitor. It almost looked like liquid. He'd completely forgotten about this! An escape hatch he'd installed in the creation of the Ark, in case of emergency. A way out of God's plan. He hadn't thought about it in the five hundred years that had passed because he couldn't risk having God know about it.

He dropped to his knees and reached down into the hatch, playing with a small control panel to one side of the shimmering, liquid plasma. As buttons were pressed, images began to flicker across the screen. Flashes of the Holy City, Luxerion, and its mighty temple flashed across the monitor. Though it would be interesting to go and see Vanille once more, he knew he had a task at hand. He pressed the buttons again, until green lush forests appeared, and the sounds of animals filled his ears. The Wildlands, the largest continent on Nova Chrysalis, naturally occurring. When Etro had been slain by Caius, the wound in time-fabric it created leaked Chaos into the world of Gran Pulse. Gran Pulse and Valhalla merged together, and created Nova Chrysalis. The Wildlands were the last remnants of Gran Pulse.

"No, I'd rather not go there either..." He sighed and pressed a few more buttons, until the Dead Dunes, the other natural continent, flashed across his screen. He knew Fang was located here somewhere, as she'd awoken shortly after Serah saved the Timeline. Again, he shook his head and pressed the buttons again. No time to dally!

Finally, flashing lights, colors, and the sounds of raucous cheering filled his senses. Yusnaan. The luxurious city was vast, the Palace dominating the skyline, visible from all angles in the city. Fireworks were going off in the eternal night sky. Ever since it had been made known that the world was dying, the revelry and partying in the city had grown to ridiculous measures. People ran around the streets wild with their drunkenness. Fornication in the churches. Mind-altering substances being freely dispensed in the markets. It was a mess. Apparently now, though....with Snow's change of heart, it must be much worse in the Palace.

Checking to ensure he had his trusty weapon with him, and that he wasn't forgetting anything, he stopped. He had to make sure there was someone here to pull Lightning in....he snapped his fingers, and his beautiful Ark went to work creating an infallible recreation of him to take his place while he was gone. It was then that he stood up once more, and braced himself. The shimmering liquid-like plasma screen of his portal was definitely showing a lot of activity, but he wasn't looking forward to the city. Partying, revelry and celebration had never been his favorite pasttimes.

Taking a deep breath, Hope jumped into the portal, the rippling liquid-like substance catching his body and lowering him slowly, encasing him in a cocoon. He'd designed the portal to close and re-seal after it had been used, meaning he would have no way back without Lightning's help, or perhaps Snow's. As the gel-like substance whipped around his body, it left no trace of its existence on his clothing or flesh. It was quite strange indeed. After what felt like hours, the plasma spit him out unceremoniously, and he found himself lying on his belly, the sharp smell of rain-soaked stone permeating his nose. As he stood up and brushed himself off, his nose wrinkled as it was assaulted by the most repulsive odor he'd ever smelled. It smelled like a collection of the city's sewer contents had been dumped into the atmosphere and spread around the city. Booming sounds, flashing lights...he had escaped the Ark....he was in Yusnaan!

Chapter 2: The City of Revelry

As Hope stood up slowly and brushed himself off, he became aware of several things. First of all, holographic recordings and stories could not do this city justice. Secondly, and most noticeably, the city smelled like the inner workings of a sewage system. The dank, meaty smell of raw fish and rotting meat permeated the warm air, along with the distinct scent of human waste. It's quite difficult to describe the smell of human waste. Simply put if you haven't smelt it at length, you wouldn't understand the raw power the smell has. It invades everything and wraps around the air like a blistery, stagnant cocoon. This particular brand of feces smelled as though the people responsible had fed on nothing but spiced foods for the past few years. The air was almost visibly shimmering with the heat of the stench. It was like someone left a piece of meat covered with eggs and fish, doused in fresh milk, out to bake in the sun for a few decades. He couldn't help but breathe the polluted air though, as there was no remedy.

Shaking the awful smell off, he glanced around to take note of his surroundings. He'd landed in what appeared to be a small cul-de-sac, a circular pavement enclosure, surrounded by what appeared to be houses all around. In all four central directions, paths branched off leading further into Yusnaan. He didn't have to look long to spot the temple in the distance. It was to his immediate east, towering over everything. It looked an awfully long way away, though. Perhaps he just wasn't used to seeing things like this since he'd spent the last 500 years in the Ark. The main tower of the palace resembled an ornate clocktower, with gilded designs jutting out in fanciful formations up and down the tower. The clock itself was massive, with embellished iron-wrought hands keeping the time. Beneath the tower was a sprawling circular complex of light and activity, quite massive indeed. The walls to the palace were just barely visible this far away, about thirty feet tall all around and made of what appeared to be gold.

Since he had no other choice, he took a deep breath - which he hastily regretted after the clay-like earthen taste of human feces clogged his mouth - and started grudgingly down the eastern path out of the complex where he'd landed. As he passed under a huge gate, the smell only seemed to grow. Each step further down this path made it harder to breathe, and he became well acquainted with the filth of the city. As he glanced to his right and left, scurrying along the gutters of the pathway were large rat-like creatures, fur matted and greasy with brown thick globs of....well, Hope didn't want to guess...all over them. He shuddered and wrapped his arms around himself as saw an open air market ahead, with a large fountain in the middle, lit with gorgeous yellow lights. Though, disconcertingly, the fountain wasn't spewing water...it was spewing what looked like some sort of mud, a thick brown chunky sludge, splashing into the deep basin below. As he stepped closer, he noticed that whatever was in the basin was the filthiest smelling thing he'd encountered thus far in the city, and the surface was bubbling sluggishly and repulsively. The entire fountain was radiating a powerful heat, enough to make his forehead sweat. He brushed it away and scowled. If the smell of human waste wasn't thick in the air, he'd have sworn this fountain was filled with human excrement. Among the shades of brown, he now noticed streaks of green, light orange, and even some speckles of red. It was a multicolored mass of disgust....

He didn't have long to ponder this fountain though, as the surface of it was suddenly disturbed, and a figure came up as a swimmer might come up for air. Flinging the repulsive stuff everywhere, Hope ended up with a few splatters on his arm. Bringing it up to his nose, he inhaled deep and confirmed his suspicions. By God...this was human waste! He wanted to turn and run, screaming, and never come back. The putrid smell was embedded in his nose, and he felt queasy. It was then that his attention turned to the figure who had surfaced from the pool. Was that...?

"Hey Hope! Heyyyy man, I didn't think I'd ever see you again!" Climbing out of the fountain, absolutely dripping with shit, was the unmistakable figure of Gadot. Back then, Hope had thought Gadot had perished, but apparently he hadn't. And here he was bathing in god knows who's shit. Upon further inspection, that wasn't the most startling thing about Gadot. He was....absolutely naked!? He was grinning wide, the thick sludge dripping down his form. Half of it was solid, the other half, not so much. His finely chiseled form was completely smeared in brown, all the way down to his feet. And his manhood stood proud and fiercely pulsing...oozing a thick white substance from the tip to mix in with the shit, flowing freely to the ground. His heavy set of tanned balls were also on display, the flesh of them saggy and loose, wrinkles across the orbs. Hope took a few steps back as he stared repulsively at Gadot's cock, unable to speak.

"Aww, you like what you see huh bud? Don't worry there's plenty for you too...." Gadot jumped forward and grabbed Hope by his arm, pulling him towards the fountain and chuckling. "Gotta give ya the 'Yusnaan Welcome', right?" He was struggling with Hope's clothes at this point, trying to pull them off. Hope was resisting fiercely, yelling at Gadot "Get offa me! What are you doing?! Someone help!!!" He was shouting and pushing at the big brute, effectively smearing the shit into his gloves and smearing it across his pale arms. Due to how pale his skin was, the brown showed up brilliantly smeared into his flesh and body hair. The young Hope didn't know what to do. He was obviously physically outmatched by Gadot. With a thick tearing sound, he felt his shirt and jacket come off, discarded and leaving him in his shorts. "Now then, that's a good Hope. Holy fuck kid, you're cute!" Gadot said with a slight chuckle.

Hope closed his eyes and prayed to God that Gadot wasn't real or that this was just a dream. But the hot, squishy smears of feces being rubbed into his naked flesh said otherwise. It left a sickly oozy trail down his chest, and Gadot seemed to pay special attention to his young nipples, tweaking them and making Hope wince out in pain. With his eyes closed, he hadn't noticed that someone was worming his pants off. Now that he felt his own manhood exposed to the air, he wanted to disappear. This was so disgusting, and now Gadot's friend had showed up. How much worse could this get?!

His question was answered as whoever had stripped him of his pants suddenly shoved three fingers forcefully into his virgin asshole. It was completely unexpected, and his eyes shot wide with pain, a yelp exiting his mouth. Looking down and screaming out, he noticed the tell-tale blue hair of Yuj, the youth that had helped fight with N.O.R.A. back in the day. He didn't know what to do. Even though Yuj had used a handful of the excrement from the fountain as lube, it didn't help. There was a huge pressure in his ass, and a thick squishy warmth he hadn't ever felt before as that shit smeared into his ass. As Yuj's fingers found a delicate spot inside though, he found himself moaning, much to his horror. He didn't want this!

"There ya go, Hope pal....come and have a bath with us! It's fun, I promise!" Gadot was all smiles again as he started tugging Hope towards the fountain. Yuj stood up and followed behind, cupping Hope's youthful pale ass with shit-smeared hands, leaving palm-shaped trails across the bubbly ass. "Yeah man, it's good to see you!" Yuj said, excitement in his voice. Before Hope could react, he was pulled into that pool, and submerged. It was at that moment that he wished he could just die. As the bubbly, fresh shit covered and squished around his body, he could feel it violating his most sacred parts. It squished up under his foreskin and tickled his cockhead, it squished between his ass cheeks and between his toes, and it covered his head. His biggest mistake was opening his mouth to cry out. A thick, half liquid log entered his mouth, the immense thing flooding his palate with that acrid, earthy taste. He had no words to describe it, and wouldn't want to if he could.

Gadot released him as he and Yuj got comfy in the fountain, rubbing over Hope's body. And his body began to betray him. An erection was forming between his legs as Gadot's thick muscled hands massaged it. His head came up out of the shit, and he gasped for air, trying to spit out as much of the shit as possible, still unable to clear the flavor from his mouth. "Stop it! This is disgusting!" He managed to gurgle at the men. This elicited a moan from each of them as they increased their efforts to 'please' him. "Oh fuck yeah it is. We're nasty piggies, aren't we?" Yuj said as he came up behind Hope. Grabbing the boy's arms, he pinned them behind Hope, who had given up hope of escaping. His once-silver hair was dripping in brown, yellow, dark green, and black, having that mixture smeared into his hair underwater. Both Gadot and Yuj were too strong for him, so he resigned to his fate.

His youthful cock surged to life between his legs as Gadot stroked it, his thick foreskin peeling back to reveal his greasy cockhead. Gadot took advantage of this by praising it while he rubbed his shitty fingers across the head. "Aw fuck yeah dude. I bet you're gonna feel great in my dirty ass!" This caused Hope to blush a deep shade of red, letting out a moan in spite of himself. It was then that he felt a stronger pain than before in his ass, and Yuj's hips pressed hard against his ass cheeks. He...he was inside of the boy's ass! Hope's eyes rolled as the pain took over, but he didn't have much time to think about it as A thick, impossibly tight warmth engulfed his youthful cock. Gadot had bent over and slammed his ass all the way down on Hope's young cock, the foreskin peeling back as it dug deep and was coated in fresh shit buried in Gadot's firm ass.

Yuj let out a hot moan and leaned forward to lick and nibble Hope's ear, spreading around the shit from the fountain with his tongue as he did so, a goopy droplet hanging off of Hope's earlobe. "Fuck kid, you're tighter than I ever could've hoped....such a good fucktoy...moan for me...." Meanwhile Gadot was squealing like a girl with his pleasure, squeezing his cheeks around Hope's shaft. "Ah fuck yeah dude! I'm gonna ride you til you can't walk!" He started moving himself forward and slamming forcefully back against Hope, his ribbed, rippling tunnel clenching like a vice around Hope's cock. At the same time, Yuj started to piston his own hips, fucking poor Hope nice and deep. Hope let out the moans Yuj wanted, his body taking over and shutting out his desire to run. A fire was bubbling deep inside of him and rising through every vein, making his skin tingle.

As Yuj sensed his submission, he let go of Hope's arms, leaning back and stopping his movement, just the head of his thick cock in Hope's asshole. From this view he could see that Hope's tender pucker was throbbing, puffy and red, abused so much already. "Hope, c'mon you're a little slut and you know it. Show us what you've got....ride my fuckin cock, pig." Yuj said, licking his lips. Hope normally would've cringed at such behavior and speech, but his inhibitions were gone. "Ah God yes! I'm your little slut....fuckin use me baby!" He cried out. Then he began to piston his own hips. Every time he rocked back he felt Yuj dig deep, and every time he pushed forward, he dug just as deep into Gadot, doubled by Gadot's rough powerful riding. Their moans rose and echoed around the streets, a few random pedestrians watching and jerking off to the hot shitty sex.

Yuj scooped up handfuls of the wet shit and continued bathing Hope in it, rubbing it into every pore it seemed, as Hope continued his slutty fuckfest. Gadot, meanwhile, was panting like a bitch in heat, every so often letting out a cry or squeal of pleasure at the sex. "I wanna feel your jizz in my gut, dude.....c'mon you can do it!" He barked out, slamming back into Hope's thrusts with vigor. There were thick, gooey strands of slimy shit connecting Hope's lap to Gadot's ass and Yuj's lap to Hope's ass. As they moved, thick wet schlorping sounds echoed out with their moans, the sounds of passionate fucking getting louder and louder as their climax approached.

The boys reached their limit at the same time, sandwiching together hard enough to bruise with a squelch like when water drains out of a bathtub. Holding each other and licking their respective bodies, they rolled their eyes and cried out in unison, each climaxing intensely. Gadot's stream of thick spunk spattered the surface of the fountain, mixing in with the shit to make a slightly lighter colored pool of it right in front of him. Yuj and Hope rocketed deep into their lover's bowels. Hope had never felt anything like this before, as the semen sprayed his innards, painting him with that distinct scent as it raced through him. And unloading into someone else? Unspeakably amazing. Each pulse of his young cock sent another jet of hot cum into Gadot's needy ass, while he moaned out how damn good it was, still squeezing as tight as ever. Their climaxes finally subsided, and they gently detached from each other, Gadot and Yuj helping Hope out of the fountain. The shit stuck to him in thick globs, some of it dripping, some of it just smeared into his flesh. His asshole was gaping and pouring a mixture of his own shit and Yuj's cum into his underwear, the sticky smelly mixture draining down his leg and dripping onto the floor. His jacket and shirt were destroyed, torn by Gadot's forcefulness. He waved and smiled at the men as he started to walk away, Yuj and Gadot getting right back down to business burying their tongues into each other's mouths, swapping the shit and various fluids they'd collected.

Throughout his ordeal, Hope had almost forgotten his main mission. As he approached the Palace gate, he began to feel regret, guilt, and extreme embarrassment for his actions. He'd squealed like a slut there in the fountain, begging for more, praising how disgusting the act was, and he'd bathed in human waste! He wished he could disappear but that wasn't happening anytime soon...he trudged up the steps to the Palace doors and looked around, wondering where the guards might have gone. The lights all around made him wonder why they wasted it all with this mindless, filthy fornication...but part of him knew how good it was now. His blossoming gaping rose was evidence to that.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the doors to the Great Yusnaan Palace, bracing himself for whatever he might find inside. Trudging through the doors, he stopped in his tracks. His mind reeled as he gazed upon the shitty entrance hall. That wasn't a description of the quality...there was shit...everywhere! It was dried and plastered on the walls, some fresher than the rest and still glistening in the torchlight. Hope's jaw dropped as the doors slammed shut behind him, a shiver running up his spine as his manhood throbbed in his pants again. Oh boy...this...wasn't going to become normal...w-was it?

Chapter 3: Inside the Palace

Speechless, Hope simply stood inside the decadent entrance hall of the Yusnaan Palace. He would normally be worried about dripping shit onto the rug, but of course judging by the state of the walls, nobody would care anyway. He shook his head to get back to reality, glancing left and right. It was deserted. From the distance, the sounds of lewd fornication could be heard, sloppy squelching, loud yelling and moaning, and the voice of Snow himself partaking in the fun. In the entrance hall, there were tables knocked over, the cloths stained with fluids of various natures, bunched up on the floor. Cups and other revelry items were scattered about the trashy room. At the top of two grand half-spiral staircases was a large, gilded door with intricate designs across the front. It was partially open, light visible through the crack.

As he made his way up the staircase to the left, he grabbed the banister out of habit, only to recoil and pull his hand back. It was dripping with shit. Why he should expect anything else, he didn't know, but he kept his hands to himself as he stepped up the stairs, bracing himself in front of the large doors. This was it, he had reached his goal. Beyond this door lay Snow Villiers, Patron of Yusnaan...but what state was he going to be found in? Judging by his encounter with Gadot and Yuj, Hope had little positivity for what he expected behind these doors.

He pushed open the large doors with an ominous creaking sound, stepping onto the balcony into the grand main hall. The first thing he noticed was that the scent, if at all possible, was stronger in this room. It was almost as if this room were a central point for the smell, the source. Around the walls, mounted high were fountains of various sizes and décor, all spitting down into small basins that were overflowing onto the floor. And what do you think was flowing from the fountains? Fresh shit of course. In the center of the room was a giant circular hole, covered with grating. Like a giant storm drain. The tables had been tossed aside to make room for the new floor bevel, creating an effective drain. All around the giant drain were strange men, all wearing different attire, but all of it conforming to a circus theme.

The men's faces were painted with a white coating that looked crusty and shimmery in the light. Their "clown" features were hand painted with shit, giving everyone a distinctly brown look. Their lips painted with fresh shit as well, most of which had crusted or dried on, some even beginning to peel and flake off. All of these men wore nothing but collars with bells affixed, and they were crouched, naked, all defecating into the giant grate. Above the grate was a gigantic circus tent-top, strung up to the walls, the billowing fabric hanging low in certain spots as a normal tent would. It was fanciful and gorgeous, made of expensive colorful fabric. Standing around the room at various points were men in full performance garb, their faces also painted in different designs. Their clothes, while all looking fun, festive and silly, were quite lewd and revealing. Some had on bottoms that had puffy legs and holes for the rumps to stick out, others had the same but for the crotch. The tops often revealed nipples and muscles, and the sleeves were flamboyant and excessive.

Hope thought that he'd seen the worst of it outside, but in here, he felt dizzy from the smells and the sights. That was when his eyes found Snow. Across the room from him, in front of the throne, Snow was crouched down low. His pants-that-weren't-pants, and his cut-off top were covered in shit, the fabric stained a sickly brown. And underneath him were two of his servants, one with his legs on top of the other, their crotches pressed together so their cocks could rub against one another and stand straight up. This gave Snow the ability to ride them both at the same time. And that's exactly what he was doing. His puckered rosebud anus was visible even from across the room, squelching and suckling at the cocks as he rode them, throwing his head back and crying out in bliss. "Ah fuck yeah, that's right. I'm a nasty little freak for you boys!" He cried out. His voice rang around the hall, making Hope flinch. Ah god, Snow...what has happened to you?

Gingerly making his way through the room, he was careful not to disturb the men. Some of the ones who were standing around were performing silly novelty acts. One was juggling large bottles, all of which looked slimy and shit-caked. Another was balancing on a large ball with one foot, the other foot in the air, his hand on his cock as he pissed towards the drain in the center of the room. Yet another was sitting at a makeshift booth providing "clown paint" with the few resources he had. Smegma, shit, and urine to help with consistency. All in all it made Hope's head whirl, and not in the best way.

He made his way up to Snow, who was blissfully unaware of Hope's entrance. Riding the duo, his asshole was puckering around the dicks, leaking thick sloppy mounds of shit down onto the men's crotches here and there. It was quite a sick mess, smeared all over the carpet beneath them, and their bodies as well. The men beneath were gleefully stuffing their faces with the stuff, log after log finding its way down their greedy throats. Hope stood there, shaking his head and wincing before coughing to announce his presence, calling Snow's name with disbelief.

"S-snow.....Snow?" He choked out. That got Snow's attention. While still riding, he threw his head up, looking at Hope. It took a moment to register, but a huge smile spread across Snow's face. He reached down to stroke himself idly as he rode, squelching loudly with the handful of shit he'd gotten. "Haha, hey kid! I see you settled in nicely...must've met Gadot and Yuj outside!" He winked as if he knew exactly what had happened. Hope grimaced as he still regretted that encounter.

"Yeah...about that...Snow look, you've got to stop. Serah wouldn't have wanted this....this is disgusting! You're making a fool out of yourself, and Lightning needs you to help save the world!" Hope spoke frantically, conveying his desperation. Snow, however, seemed not to care, still riding and jerking, rubbing his left nipple with his fingertips, tweaking it from time to time. If his flesh was white once, you'd never know. The flesh color had been re placed by shit from head to toe, every inch of visible skin colored dark and sickly brown. Who knows how long this had gone on for?

"Oh yeah baby? I'm disgusting? That's fuckin right I am. C'mon, be disgusting with me...you know you want it ya sexy little fuck!" Snow moaned out while slamming hard down onto those cocks. He was as far gone as he possibly could be at this point. Hope rolled his eyes and turned to leave, but he didn't take more than two steps before Snow spoke. "Oi, where the hell d'you think you're going, Hope? You're gonna have fun with us, isn't he, boys?" When he spoke, the various men around the room closed in on Hope alarmingly fast, grabbing his arms and holding him tight. Several of them stripped him before Snow, bringing him right around to face Snow again. His cock was still stained with Yadoj's ass slime and shit, and was now throbbing ever so gently, trying to come to life from a sudden wave of lust. No! This couldn't be happening...again.

"S-snow...don't do this...c'mon, we fought together! We're like brothers!" Hope valiantly fought for release, but he was even more fucked than with Gadot and Yuj, with twenty men circling him in and keeping him still for Snow. Shamefully, he felt his cock spring up and stand at attention, a thin stream of urine trickling out onto the floor in front of Snow. "Ah that's it, get into the spirit kid! We may be like brothers, but you can't get pregnant so it's all good in my book!" He laughed as he pulled off of the two men beneath him, their semen still spurting from their cocks. As he stood up, his asshole made a loud wet squelch, trying to close after being so wide for so long. He stepped up to Hope and looked him in the eye, grinning toothily.

"Ah...I...can't....oh god...let me fuck you Snow...." He had been broken. Begging now to rail Snow's sloppy ass, his cock throbbing hard and fast, rubbing against Snow's own filthy cock because of their close proximity to one another. Snow waved a hand, and the men holding Hope disappeared, running off to continue what they were doing before. Leaving just he and Hope there at the throne, appraising each other's bodies. That's when Snow dived in, grabbing the back of Hope's neck forcefully, bringing them into a sloppy kiss. Tongues whirling, saliva flying, heat rising. Hope could taste the distinct flavor of smegma on Snow's rancid breath, of course with the obvious shit he'd been eating. Hope pressed himself against Snow's body firmly, reaching his hands around to grope that muscled up ass, jiggling the cheeks up and down as he dove deeper into the kiss. He even shoved his fingers between Snow's sloppy crack, getting his fingers wet with shit, before pressing three of them into Snow's prolapsed anus.

The feeling of the slick, slimy and horridly dirty flesh was wondrous to Hope's fingers. He kneaded the outside rim of the puffy prolapsed hole, spreading it wide with his fingers before diving deeper, massaging the textured inner walls, peeling off stinking layers of hot shit, caking them under his fingernails. After what felt like an eternity, the kiss broke, leaving Hope gasping while looking into Snow's eyes. He snapped his fingers, and Hope found himself on the ground in front of Snow, having been laid down by a few men standing around, laid onto velvety soft pillows that were wet with shit, smegma and urine. He felt a particularly sloppy hot chunk of shit mash into the skin of his back, smearing up and down his spine as he laid there.

Snow took full advantage of this new, prone position. He stepped over Hope and straddled his face, crouching down low, that puffy slimy pucker winking in Hope's face. Hope breathed in the smell of his inner bowels, huffing the shit like a drug. That was when Snow let out a rancid wet fart. Thick gobs of ass slime and shit sprayed out with his fart, spattering the ground and Hope's face, even ending up in his hair. "Ah fuck yeah...sloppy cumfarts are so gross, aren't they babe?" Snow said. Hope had no response but to drive his face upward, the asshole so sloppy that his lips could have almost penetrated it if his face wasn't so bony. His youthful balls were churning already with his excitement. And without being asked, he feasted on the rancid asshole. His tongue squirmed around inside. He'd never done this before, but his tongue slapped around like a pro, wriggling in the tunnel and widening it out as he tasted the filth inside.

As much as he wished the deep rimming could continue, Snow suddenly got up, leaving a sticky trail of shit from his asshole to Hope's face, which broke with a wet noise, the slimy shit ending up on Hope's chest. He grabbed Hope and pulled him to his feet, slapping the young boy's ass in the process. He turned him around and pointed him in the direction of the clown giving "face-paint". Rubbing a bit of fluids into Hope's shoulders, he chuckled. "Go on, Hope. Get your face paint on and we can keep going. I'll show you just how talented my sloppy asshole can be." He pushed Hope, and Hope stumbled a bit before walking his way over to the booth. What on earth was going to happen next, he wondered. He was just too turned on to care.....Snow had won him over, perhaps for good....

Chapter 4: What Wondrous Revelry

Snow Villiers sat back in his throne, in the Yusnaan Palace. He was wearing a flamboyant clown-like outfit, with nothing but leg-coverings that were large, airy and poofy, with frilly ruffle-collar type things on the top and bottoms. His crotch and ass were hanging out of course, heavy balls dangling free. His top was no less lewd, a very feminine affair with a low-cut shoulder-hanging crop top that didn't even cover his nipples fully, the sleeves going all the way to his wrists, framed by those ruffle collars again, the actual sleeves poofy and full. Everything was striped or had diamonds on it, the colors a mixture of orange, green, purple and pink. Around his neck was a larger ruffle collar, sticking out far and framing his gorgeous face and locks of golden hair. Well, used to be golden...

That was the thing. Everything here was soaked, smeared, and coated in various types of human waste. His hair was a brownish off-color with chunks of human excrement gunking up the stuff so it was like a bird's nest. Not to mention at least seventy five men, and no less, had gotten their seed in his hair, making it wetter and stickier. His face was coated in a crusty, powdery layer of various men's cock snot and dick cheese, and his lips were painted with a mixture of urine and feces. He had typical harlequin paint under his eyes and above, created from urine mixed with feces and a bit of anal slime. He thought he looked divine

His ass, his puffy proud rose, that puckered, prolapsed filthy ring of flesh, was hanging over his throne seat. He had chosen to sit with his legs on one arm of the throne, his back on the other, more of a lay than a sit. And of course, his sloppy anus was squirting a mixture of urine, cum and feces from his revelry this evening. He bit down on his lip and pushed a bit, letting out a moan that could be heard throughout the entire Great Hall before beckoning one of his servants over.

"Hey, give me a few of those juggling pins there...I'd like to entertain myself while Hope over there gets his makeup on," Snow said, his mouth curling in a half smile. He grabbed the pins and immediately shoved one into his puffy asshole, slowly sinking down into his throne seat until the pin was gobbled up entirely, disappearing into his innards. After letting out a lewd, drawn-out moan, he inserted the head of the other pin into his asshole and pushing. It slid in with ease, his shit making great lubrication for it. As he bobbed on his toys, he shouted out, "Hey guys! I bet I can juggle these with my asshole. Wanna see?" Nearly everyone stopped and looked except Hope and the man working on his 'paint'.

Hope was sitting there with his mouth open, as directed. The man doing his makeup was poised in front of him, cheeks spread wide. His ass was quite close to Hope's mouth. From his throne, he could see flowing thick logs of shit pass from the man's anus into Hope's mouth. This brought him great joy, and made him move faster over those pins, moaning out heavily as he watched Hope close his mouth to chew. The logs were quite solid, and chewy. Not ideal for smearing, but great for getting in between teach and sticking to gums. Shivering, he reached down and stretched open his pucker as he rode the bowling pin, feeling it jam the other pin deeper into his anus, groaning as he felt the pin move through him. It was one of his favorite tricks to amuse his court with. As they watched the pin disappear, and Snow moaning, they went wide-eyed when the pin reappeared, back from the depths of his innards, and followed quickly by two 'friends'. Three pins when he'd only visibly inserted one! Of course they hadn't watched him gobble the other two with his ass earlier...They were coated in a healthy layer of fresh shit and slime. "Ta-daaaaa" He said with a flourish.

Now back to watching the kid. Snow's manhood was trembling and leaking as he watched the kid get the 'base coat' of his paint. In other words, ten guys were taking time peeling back their foreskin and smearing the smegma around on his face, leaving a white trail behind. Though he was already pretty pale, so the smegma coating wasn't too visible. Snow chuckled and turned his attention back to what he was doing, tossing the one shitty pin up and down in his hand idly while still bouncing on the other. Every time the widened shape passed into his prolapsed, sloppy ass, he let out another joyous cry of pleasure. He couldn't wait to replace that with Hope's cock!

It didn't take much longer for Hope's makeup to be finished. As he stumbled back over towards Snow's throne, Snow smiled, looking the naked sexy young boy up and down. The random splotches of liquidy shit was just the cherry on top of the pie. He licked his lips and stood up from his throne, the pin he was riding clattering across the floor after slipping from his anus. He took the few steps down the stairs and ran his fingers lightly up Hope's chest, making him shiver.

"Now don't you look beautiful?" He asked with a grin. Seeing that disgusting makeup plastered all over Hope's face only made him happier. He'd developed a thing for clowns since Serah had gone away. Probably had something to do with the feelings Serah used to give him, those joyous happy feelings that Clowns gave children. A lot about him had changed since Serah, now that he thought about it.

Sure, he missed what his life used to be like sometimes, but most of the time he kept up the façade of being absolutely drawn into his revelry, letting it consume him and his misery. It passed the time wondrously. He still remembered when he'd decreed that all of his servants had to wear the new clothes he'd ordered. And then came the big-top tent in the great hall. It only went downhill from there...The looks on their faces when they donned his chosen apparel. It was priceless. And then when he smeared his fresh shit on all of them, they had no idea how to react. That was the start of something new here in his gorgeous palace.

Looking around momentarily, he took in his décor. Dried up clumps of shit were tacked onto the walls like some sort of art piece, chairs and tables strewn about in a hell of a mess. There was not only bodily fluids spilled around the floor, but food without end, it seemed. An entire feast had been strewn across the floor. Puddings, pies, breads, roast meat, and wines spilled every which way. Suddenly, he had a wonderful idea looking at a particularly large baguette. He looked back at Hope and patted his shoulders. "Wait here a moment, Hope...."

Grabbing the baguette from the mess on the floor, he hid it from Hope as he returned, bringing an arm around him and taking the baguette with him. Behind Hope's back, he prepared himself for his next move. Before Hope could react, he dived into a kiss and put the baguette to great use, lodging half of it up Hope's abused anus. He could feel the tension in his body fade into bliss as it jammed against his prostate. "Don't mind that now, that's my dinner for afterwards..." He planned to let it sit in there. Hell, maybe Hope would surprise him and suck it in deeper.

Now came the fun part. He turned around and faced away from Hope, bending over to grab his ankles. His puffy ass throbbed as it was exposed, and he pushed it back hard, taking Hope to the hilt. Feeling that bunched up wrinkly skin peel back inside of his ass made him moan out with ecstasy. His rippling passage gripped that cock for dear life. "Ah fuck yeah Hope! Hey, guys, look at what a fucking slut Hope is! He's gonna nail my sore ass!" Snow called out to the court. Of course, every head in the room turned.

Instead of getting flustered and embarrassed like he might normally have, Hope slapped Snow's firm ass cheeks, grabbing tightly to one and slamming his hips forward. The move jostled the baguette deeper into him making him shout out with glee. "Hell yeah guys, I'm gonna rail Snow so hard he can't walk tomorrow! Get a good look!" All eyes remained on Snow and Hope, as the furious fucking began. On the one hand, Snow was trying to slam back against Hope ever few seconds, and Hope was trying to drive himself balls deep on each thrust. The resulting wet, sloppy thrusting made a cacophony of squelches as he dug himself deep. To his surprise, that rough bread in his ass was now almost all the way in, penetrating his body deeper than any cock had before. He'd only had one up his ass so far, but this baguette was better than he would've imagined.

Snow braced himself as he rode the hell out of Hope, the only thoughts running through his head of making the boy squirt up his messy ass. And judging by his erratic movements, Hope was getting damn close. Snow reached up and rubbed his nipples with one hand, making sure to keep himself grounded with the other. One of the men standing nearby had shit in his own palm and lobbed it at Snow. He groaned out as the solid log smacked into his face and fell to the ground in front of him. He picked it up eagerly, bringing it to his lips and sucking it in, biting off half and holding the other half in his hand.

It was thick and chewy, not nearly as mushy as the rest of the shit littering the Palace. He actually had to put some effort into chewing it, gnashing it around with his teeth, the clay-like substance spreading into his teeth and tongue before he swallowed noisily, the cock moving around inside him spurring him on. He tossed back the second half of the log whole, swallowing it down without chewing, groaning as it bulged his esophagus. Hell yeah! Suddenly he felt Hope stop and tremble, and a hot steamy liquid began filling him up. But there was a lot more than jizz....the kid was pissing up his ass!

"Aw that's fucking nasty, dude! You should be ashamed of yourself, losing control like that ya fuckin pig!" Snow shouted, teasing Hope. And of course, Hope responded with another sharp slap to Snow's ass, grabbing both cheeks this time and squeezing them around my cock. "Aw shut up, you fuckin love it the same as me!" He responded gleefully. His balls were starting to tighten up to his crotch, and he bent low over Snow's back, hugging his midsection as he reached his hand under to grasp Snow's needy cock. Jerking it hard and fast, he finished his pissing and slammed home, his balls slapping hard into Snow's. This was it, they were on the threshold of bliss!

And bliss was what they reached. Howling out like animals in unison, they gripped each other tightly. The rough end of that baguette disappeared fully into Hope's ass, lodging deep inside of him as he unloaded into Snow's tight ass, his shitty chest smearing across Snow's equally shitty back as they held each other. Snow's cock spasmed in Hope's hand, and jet after jet of cum spattered the ground beneath Snow. When it was said and done, they collapsed on top of each other, Hope not ready to pull out just yet, Snow panting and heaving, his ass grinding back into the boy's crotch.

The two lay there enjoying each other's sensual cuddling in front of everyone, reveling in the aftermath of their raunchy sex. Could it get any nastier than this? Hope had no idea, but Snow certainly did. He had some nasty plans for that make-shift dildo they'd used. All this sex had worked up a fierce appetite, and he was counting on more than just bread to come out of that young asshole....

Chapter 5: Welcome Home, Hope

As Snow lay there heaving and panting, his ass clenching around Hope's spasming shaft, he sighed happily at the aftermath of their raunchy sex. They had collapsed weakly onto the floor after their business was handled, too filled with pleasure to move at the moment. Snow grinned to himself as he gave Hope a little 'treat'. Pushing hard, a thick, gurgly, bubbly fart rushed out of his sloppy hole around Hope's shaft, making the entire thing tremble as potent anal stench wafted out and consumed Hope's crotch. Not to mention the shit. It squished out and enveloped Hope's cock like a warm, dirty cocoon.

Lying there blissfully enjoying Hope's company, Snow was completely happy with the way things had gone today. And he still had a few tricks up his sleeves to show Hope just how much fun could be had in this life. Snow gently rolled the cuddling couple onto their back, before standing up nimbly, his asshole making a loud wet sound as it sucked its way off of Hope's young cock. He grinned down at Hope as he extended his hand, offering to help the young teenager up off of his feet.

"Alright kid, time for my favorite part. Turn around and show me your slutty asshole..." He got down onto his knees in front of Hope, reaching down to fondle his nuts gently as he prepared himself. He was gonna dig that shit coated baguette out of Hope's innards and feast on it. The thought alone made him lick his lips. Here in the palace they were playing in everyone else's runny shit but Hope had yet to contribute. He wondered what consistency it might be. Good for smearing? Or chewing and gnashing? The anticipation made his shaft tremble.

Hope turned around and moaned hard as he felt something stirring in his bowels. That baguette had gone nice and deep, and had been stewing for their entire little romp. Surely it'd be perfectly prepared for Snow's greedy mouth. He reached back and spread his ass cheeks apart, a sickly squelch echoing around. Most of his anal moisture was from the thick slime in his ass mixing with his sweat. He didn't have a lot of runny shit. It seemed his shit was backed up a bit deeper, and of a different consistency.

Snow didn't need to wait another second once Hope's ass was revealed to him. Holy fuck this boy had a hot pucker. Snow grinned and dived forward, mashing his lips against the sloppy flesh and groaning. The heady smell of young developing boy parts washed over him mixed with the scent of all the other people's shit that had been smeared across Hope's body. Snow's favorite part was Hope's distinct anal stench. He fucking loved it. Huffing it like a butt whore, he jabbed his tongue inside and started sucking on the hole, creating a small suction vacuum with his lips. He stopped for just a second, pulling back to speak. "C'mon kid, push that fuckin bread right down my gullet!" Before returning to his pleasant and lewd suckling.

And push, Hope did. Bearing down on his pucker, he grunted and pressed hard with his muscles. It wasn't long until his inflamed hole blossomed into Snow's mouth, spreading out like an emerging flower. Puffy and tender, the flesh spread wide as something thick, brown and firm began exiting, right into Snow's waiting mouth. It was the baguette! Having been cooped up in that shithole the entire time Hope and Snow had fucked, it was, for all intents and purposes, just a large, long piece of shit now. The hot, stinking layer of filth built up around the entire bread made it look just like a gigantic turd. It crackled as it emerged into Snow's mouth, and Hope whined out like a sissy little butt slut.

"Ah fuck yeah, eat my asshole, Snow! Eat me out!" Hope cried out. Snow, meanwhile, closed his eyes and started gnashing his teeth down on the somewhat soft log. The bread beneath had stewed in anal fluids and soaked them up, being soggy. The shit built up around the bread was firmer, and tougher, and required Snow to actually chew with force. He managed to start swallowing pieces of the shitty bread though, feeling it stick in his throat a bit on the way down. It was in no way runny enough to slip past his gullet - he'd have to chew each piece of the long bread as it came out. He didn't mind though. He could feel chunky bits of Hope's shit spreading up in between his teeth, one particularly solid bit hanging on the bottom of Snow's tongue. He was having a blast!

And speaking of blast, as the last bits of the shitty bread squeezed out into Snow's mouth, Hope's sloppy hole puckered and let out a blast of its own, a dry hot fart that pressed into Snow's senses and almost made him dizzy with the stink. The heat was notable too, nearly suffocating Snow with the rough dry warmth. And of course like the fucking disgusting slut he was he inhaled deep, making the nearest clown-servant cringe. "Ew Snow, what the hell? I just don't know how much sicker you can get, ya fuckin freak!" The servant came off as utterly serious, as if he hoped to humiliate Snow. But Snow turned and stuck out his brown tongue, pulling down one lower eye socket in a teasing facial expression and laughing. "You want to find out how much more sick I can get? Go on, set up the trapeze act ya nut!" He chuckles again and gives Hope's sexy ass a slap, watching those youthful ass cheeks jiggle against one another. "You're in for one hell of a surprise, Hope, just you wait!"

Hope couldn't wait to see what came next. A trapeze act? In here? Looking up, he noted that the ceiling was definitely high enough up in the air for it. And as pieces began moving into place on either end of the hall, he judged the sheer length of the hall. Yes, this could be interesting. Suddenly, Snow was behind Hope, ushering him towards one of the tall ladders on either end of the hall. "Go on kid, get up there and face the middle. You'll like this." He chuckled as they started climbing up the ladder, Hope above Snow, his asshole gaping and dripping bits of slime down onto Snow's face. Shuddering in pleasure, he reached up and fingerfucked it while they climbed.

As they reached the top of the ladder, Snow gazed across the expanse. All he was going to have was an extremely long cord with handlebars on the end to swing between the two tall pillars and perform his little routine. As he bent over in front of Hope to claim the handlebars, he backed up forcefully until Hope's half-soft cock was sucked into his greedy asshole. And he gyrated there for a moment, milking the youth's cock as he prepared his trick. "Now just you stand completely still, and once I go, stand as close to the edge as you can!" He blew a kiss back at Hope as he jumped forward, off of Hope's cock and down into the air. His first swing was graceful, ending with a small twist, nothing too fancy, as he swung high enough to peg the clown on the other side hard in the ass. No preparation, just a balls-deep thrust into shit-filled warmth. "Ah fuck yeah!" He shouted down. The servants below, in the midst of their own respective fucking, were applauding for Snow as he swung back, doing a flip in midair before grabbing the handlebars again.

As he came back, he spread his sloppy asshole and slammed right into Hope's crotch. The boy sank deep and trembled, letting off a slimy spurt of precome that shot into Snow's eager puffy ass. Again, Snow soared through the air, putting on his trademark dazzling smile as he did another midair acrobatic trick for the 'audience', resulting in another wet slap into the shitty depths of clown ass. He pulled back, twirling in the air and looking down at some strategically placed clowns. Now was the time to unveil his 'grand finale'. He nodded and winked at the two clowns, and two levers were thrown simultaneously.

A loud, metallic grinding noise filled the hall as below him, directly beneath the center of the trapeze, the giant sewer grate began to recess into hollows on either side. It was revealed that the filth had backed up nearly to the top of the grate, creating a thick, sluggish, molasses-like pool of hot, bubbling filth. Was every container of filth here heated? Who knew?! As he swung back towards Hope, he jutted his ass out and reached his arms back, and connected with Hope solidly. His strong grip wrapped around Hope's torso, and as he swung forward again, he held tight to Hope as he let go of the trapeze cord. Screams echoed around the hall as the clowns thought they were going to plunge to their death. But no, Snow's aim was impeccable. With a resounding sloppy "splat", they fell into the wide pool in the center, going under the surface, Hope furiously rutting Snow's ass the entire way down. As they surfaced, still fucking hard, Snow arched his back and wriggled against Hope. They bobbed there above the surface, the clowns applauding as the two males enjoyed themselves. "Now THAT's a finale, baby!" Snow shouted to the crowd.

Hope was a bit awe-struck at what had just happened. His hands, full of the filth, rubbed up and down Snow's body as his hips moved seemingly by instinct now. He rested his head on the man's muscled shoulder and leaned over to lick his face gently, whispering in his ear, "I love you Snow, and I love this..." While the initial fun had been mind-numbing and senseless, he was beginning to regain his normal pattern of thinking. With one big difference. He wanted to stay here with Snow and make love to the man in the filth for as long as he could.

Snow chuckled and whispered back to the boy "Y'know kid, you're not so bad after all. Even Serah wasn't this adventurous." He chuckled and ground his hips back into Hope's crotch, rocking the surface of the sloppy waste in the process. It seemed as though all of the activity was winding down, the servants around the hall lying down on various pillows and piles of shit to retire for the evening. They made their way to the edge of the pool, and Hope held tight to Snow as they climbed out, still attached at Snow's ass. Hope's young balls rubbed their sweaty grease across Snow's ass cheeks, making Snow smile.

Snow carried the still-fucking Hope through the halls of the palace, to his chambers. These too had been renovated. There was a shower system set up just outside the door, with actual running water! This shocked Hope as he turned his head quizzically, bucking into Snow's hips. The entire area was clean, actually. The Palace looked like it should up here, not a trace of shit or other filth. Stepping under the water, Hope found that it was not only water, but a soap dispenser as well. Snow leaned back and set Hope down, closing the curtain and turning to face the younger boy. Stopping down he started a kiss as the cleansing water washed over them, and he began to scrub Hope's body down with some gentle brushed that he had stored in a container mounted to the wall. The shower was relaxing, hot, and cleansing. Hope had wondered if he'd ever know cleanliness again, and he definitely hadn't expected it so soon from Snow. When all was said and done, they were both freshly cleansed, their skin back to the original color, smelling of different perfumes and wonderful scents. They were clean again. Breaking the kiss, Snow led Hope by the hand into his quarters, and Hope was shocked, pleasantly, yet again.

The quarters were luxurious and lavish, decorated with fanciful banners and tapestries along the walls, with a large four-poster bed dominating the center of the room. Like the rest of this area of the Palace, it was immaculate, the original décor still intact. The bed was made with the most comfortable looking bedding Hope had ever seen. As Snow led him to this lavish bed, he sighed peacefully. The filth fucking was fun and all, but a break was well-needed.

As Snow laid down in the bed with Hope, he brought himself face to face, having discarded his clothing in the shower, he was naked. The blankets were soft and comfortable, the pillows even more so. Staring into Hope's eyes, he smiled. Due to the nature of the door to this room, the scents from the rest of the Palace were unable to permeate the fresh scented room. The relaxing atmosphere was helping Hope relax, his muscles loosening as he returned the caresses from Snow gently, tracing the muscular frame with his tender hands. "You're so handsome, Snow..." He whispered. Snow's eyes lit up and he smiled back, "As are you, Hope....I'm glad to be able to share this part of my new life with you, none ever see it."

And they lay there, face to face, caressing each other and gazing into each other's eyes, entering a new chapter in their raunchy story, perhaps one with more subdued tones as Hope grew accustomed to his 'new life'. He had a lot of questions for Snow though, and away from the 'performance' downstairs, they were actually able to speak freely it seemed...where to start?

Chapter 6: Good Morning, Hope Estheim

Snow's eyes opened slowly, the remnants of a deep sleep crusting the corners of his eyes. He blinked blearily, the soft lights of his artificial 'sun' shining through the window. Because it was always nighttime in Yusnaan, Snow had the best engineers on Nova Chrysalis build a special device to fit in his windows. It was capable of recreating any natural imagery he chose. This morning it was recreating a beautiful sunrise over a placid beach, even emanating the soft sounds of the Oceanside. The quiet sounds of the fireworks in the distance were the only giveaway that the effect wasn't real.

As Snow slowly adjusted to the soft white light, he tightened his grip around the gorgeous sleeping boy next to him. Hope Estheim had survived his first night in the Palace, driving him to a place of deep lust and carnal desire. Snow was quite pleased with how quickly Hope took to everything that went on daily in the Palace. The feeling of the boy's developing frame pressing softly to his, their body heat radiating between them, was something he'd missed when Serah had died. Five hundred years and he'd been unhappy the entire time. He had a wonderful way of hiding it though...like true performers, he knew how to wear the mask. Now, alone in his quarters with Hope, he was able to let the façade go for just a few moments, his old personality resurfacing as he cuddled Hope.

Snow's movements and gentle squeezing slowly helped bring Hope to the world of consciousness, his eyes opening slowly as he took in the light and scent of the room. Had it all been a dream? No...Snow's muscled grip around his lithe frame assured him it was real. Still, his soft hair falling across his forehead made him doubt it. All that filth...yet somehow they'd managed to get clean in time to retire for the evening. He sat up slowly, the covers bunching around his crotch as they fell from his bare chest. That's right, they had fallen asleep naked. He stretched, turning to Snow and smiling.

"That has to be the most peaceful experience I've had in at least three hundred years, Snow...and last night...there was so much I wanted to talk about, but it all got lost in our...fun." He smiled wide, remembering the exact details of his time the night before. The horrendous mess they'd basked in, in the Great Hall below. The laughing, drinking, and raunchy sex happening everywhere. He wished he hadn't been so close-minded to sex before that night. So much of his life had passed without the pleasures he'd been shown last night.

Snow grinned, ruffling Hope's hair in that slightly patronizing way that he had, leaning in to kiss his cheek before speaking. "Well hey kid. Everything's alright, and it's just us now...so hey, let me know what's on your mind, alright?" That dazzling smile flashed again, as Snow too sat up. He knew that Hope would have a plethora of questions. After all, he'd come to 'rescue' Snow only to sink down to his level in the debauchery.

Nodding resolutely, Hope thought for a moment. How long had this been going on for? How many years? Didn't Snow still think about Serah? Why had the entire city of Yusnaan been devoid of female presence? How did they keep from people falling ill and dying from the unhealthy practices they had here? Why the clowns? Why the circus? He pondered for a moment before deciding to start simple. "Well, Snow...I uh...how long has this been going on for? How many years?" He bunched his hands up in the bedding, twisting it this way and that as he waited for Snow to answer.

It had been many years since he'd been asked that question. He had to actually think about it. After Serah had died, he spent so many years wasting away and trying to drown his misery with endless solitude, but then one day something had changed. He smiled as the memories rushed back, and he spoke softly, which was quite out of character for him. "Well, Hope...what we shared last night, what we took part in, that has been going on for roughly ten years now. It doesn't seem long compared to our lives, but it has felt like an eternity. Sometimes I forget how long it's been, and it seems as though it has been this way forever. I don't like to think about the times before this..." He gave Hope's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, flipping the hair out of his eyes. Hope wasn't going to ask the obvious...was he?

Of course, Hope's curiosity was far from sated. He did indeed ask what Snow feared, bringing a mental cringe as the question tumbled out. "And what about Serah? What you two had was...real...palpable. She died, yeah, but don't you still think about her? Don't you still want to remember her?" He had a knack for making people uncomfortable with some of his brash questions. Ever since God had brought him back, he'd been...changed. As though a new part of him allowed him to seek things he hadn't sought before.

Snow sighed, and moved his hand to Hope's back, rubbing the soft flesh slowly, taking a deep breath before speaking. It was obvious this subject pained him, which wasn't something he let everyone see. "Serah...was my world. She was everything to me, nothing mattered more than Serah. I would have given everything I had to save her and what we had. It was the first time I had felt that way for someone, ever. But...all good things have to end some time, and some part of me knew it all along. So when she died, yeah I thought about her every day. I still do sometimes, but we should know better than most that dwelling on the past won't bring the people we love back. I had to move on...I only regret that it took me five hundred years to figure that out." He continued rubbing Hope's back as he waited for the next question. Couldn't be much worse than that...right?

Hope pondered for a few moments before nodding resolutely to himself, deciding on his next query. "So...where are all the women and children? Through the whole city I didn't see a single woman or child, just...men." The question wasn't a deep one, pretty self-explanatory. Snow smiled, as it was a question new servants asked a lot. It was a mixture of several things. "Well, kid. A couple of reasons...firstly, and this was very selfish of me, after Serah died, I couldn't bear to see women or children again. I couldn't look at them anymore and be reminded of what Serah and I could have had. However, I couldn't exactly get rid of them all, so I waited. And when my new lifestyle reared its head, I found my answer. I issued the city-wide decree that replaced the water fountains with waste, and connected the sewer lines to public water systems. The women and children left of their own accord, disgusted with what Yusnaan was becoming. Many of the men left, as well. It was difficult making the change, for sure. The people who left Yusnaan went their separate ways. I understand many of them took refuge in Luxerion."

Hope nodded, thinking about that. He had been worried something more macabre had happened to the women and children, and was thankful it wasn't so bad. He supposed he understood it. Women were by default cleaner and more concerned with health and wellness than men. It had always been that way, with self-care products for women outnumbering those for men at least tenfold. Now, the most intriguing questions were left. "Snow...why the clowns? The circus feel? It could've been anything, hell it could've stayed normal when you introduced the filth, but why the circus?" He bit his lip as he pondered the various possible answers.

Snow chuckled and patted Hope's back. "I'm surprised you hadn't picked up on it yet. There's a couple of reasons for it. Let me tell you a little story. About fifteen years ago, the Palace hosted a magnificent feast for the people of Yusnaan. Entertainment was brought from the far reaches of Nova Chrysalis that night to give the people the best they'd ever experienced. We had fireworks bigger than ever before, musicians whose fame preceded them, and our main act, the first circus Yusnaan had ever seen. Live performances by animal tamers, trapeze artists, jugglers, contortionists, it was an incredible entertainment roster. So, this Circus performed here in the Palace Square, and of course as the Patron of Yusnaan I had to attend. I thought it was a massive waste of time, but the show was incredible. And something about the clowns...kinda stuck with me, ya know? So I went to see them after the show in their tents. They were scrubbing off their makeup with grungy dirty rags, scowling over a bunch of booze, drowning their problems away in private. I was shocked, obviously, but I saw something then and there. They were still real people, but they hid behind a mask to entertain, to give the people what they wanted. I wanted that for myself. Hell, I was ruler of a city that was growing tired of me. I had to think of something. Not to mention, their fashion sense was so...different. It was like, putting on a costume and makeup made me a different person and I didn't have to worry about things like Serah, Light, or any of the world-ending madness. It started as an escape, just like the sex and filth. If I was so preoccupied with this stuff, I wouldn't have time to think about anything else. So as soon as I could, I began implementing changes. The guard uniforms, the servants' attire, then the Great Hall, and finally the rest of the Palace. It took fifteen years, but here we are." Sure it was a long-winded explanation, but hey, nothing he could do about that. He ruffled Hope's hair again and leaned down to kiss his forehead.

It made sense to Hope once it was explained. He should have seen that coming. Any excuse to be someone different, to hide from his problems. That was still typical Snow, but the way he was doing it wasn't all bad. He only had one more question, perhaps the most pressing one of all. Sighing, he looked right into Snow's beautiful eyes as he spoke, searching them. "So...Snow....what happens now? What are we now? What does all of this mean for us? We've spent our entire lives together, since the day my mother died, and not once have we been close like this..." It was true. There were times he'd tried to kill Snow for what happened to his mother. But now, he felt...an attachment. He felt...love? He wouldn't know, the only person he'd ever loved was his mother, and it had been so long since he felt that feeling.

Snow grinned and pushed Hope playfully back onto the bed, climbing on top of him under the covers and kissing his lips softly. Pulling back, he brushed the hair out of Hope's forehead and spoke. "I guess...we gotta write that part of our story now don't we? You can stay here, with me...we can have happiness until the world ends. Just you and me, we can have what we both have wanted for so long." His eyes twinkled as he spoke of it, and it made Hope blush a furious crimson red. Snow hadn't felt this way about anybody since Serah. And honestly, there had always been something about Hope that made him happy. He wasn't Serah, but maybe, just maybe he could fill that hole she left.

In the bright rays of the artificial sunlight, they caressed and kissed, spending as much time as they could before the festivities would begin again. It wasn't too long before Snow got out of the bed, fetching a new set of his clown attire. He grinned as he tugged it on, turning and sticking his tongue out. "I've got somethin' for ya, Hope. Hold on...." He rummaged around in the drawer of one of his drawers, coming up with a colorful garment. It appeared to be a one-piece, with gaps and holes throughout the fabric. He tossed it at hope and smiled. "Go on, put that on. I think you've earned it, kid."

Hope scrambled out of the bed, grabbing the fabric from Snow. It was a gorgeous one-piece bodysuit, half green and half orange. There was a nice harlequin pattern across the fabric, and as Hope slipped the thing on, he became acutely aware of the various cut-outs. There were three slits on either of his sides in the shape of diamonds, revealing his flesh beneath. His crotch and ass were both also complete cut-outs. At the wrists and ankles of the suit was a bunch of sewed on, lacy fabric, creating a huge ruffle effect. And at the neck there was another bunched-fabric ruffle, creating an elegant-looking collar. Snow looked at his reflection in the nearby mirror and grinned again. And then Snow jammed a jester's cap onto his head, complete with the shiny fabric and bells on the hat-ends. Hope giggled as he flicked one of the tails of his new hat, making it ring. He threw his arms around Snow and sighed happily. "This is incredible, Snow. Thanks!"

Snow grinned and grabbed Hope's hand. "Now whaddya say we go out there and give 'em the show of a lifetime, kiddo?" Hope nodded in response to the question and together they walked, hand in hand, out of the bedroom and down the stairs, heading for the next chapter in their lives, Hope's new bells jangling all the way down the stairs.

Chapter 7: The Rest of Our Lives

Hand in hand, they headed down the tower. Snow was smiling wider than he had in quite a while. As they exited his pristine quarters, the usual scent of waste hit their noses, and they exchanged a glance. This was exciting! Hope could feel a sense of freedom in giving in to these desires, desires he'd never even known he had until he came to Yusnaan. Vaguely in the back of his mind he wondered about what would happen to Lightning without him, but he shrugged it off. Nothing mattered now except his pleasure.

Snow felt content. Actually content. For the first time in hundreds of years, he felt fresh, new and excited to take part in the celebrations in his Palace. As they approached the Grand Hall doors, Snow reached his hand back and cupped Hope's bare, firm ass, rubbing the cheeks and sneaking a quick kiss on his neck. The boy was just so damn hot. And then the doors to the Hall opened.

The scene in the Hall was different than the night prior, but still just as exciting. Today, there was an immensely long and deep wooden trough near the throne. That would've been strange in and of itself, but standing over the trough was a line of huge Alpha Behemoth's. They were facing away from the pair as they walked in, their ornate tails raised high to provide a view of what lay beneath. Each of the Behemoths appeared male, with pendulous orbs hanging down between their stubby back legs. They were so sloppy and saggy that they just seemed to melt into the floor in folds of sweaty wrinkles. Every few moments, one of them would snort, and a thick sloppy fart would rip out of its anus, making the greasy folds of skin tremble with the flatulence. How the court had trained these beasts to do all of this overnight was beyond Hope, but then again maybe they had been here previously.

Snow hollered out his approval as he slapped Hope's back in a teasing sort of way. "Ah hell yea! Is it Behemoth day today? Bet Hope's nasty ass is gonna love this!" He shoved the boy forward, towards the trough, grinning as he watched him shamble forward. It had been a delicacy of his, to bring in beasts from the wilderness, train them to defecate into the trough, and feed from it. Made a nice change from the human variety, actually. Already Snow was stroking his member, kneeling down and smearing it along the floor through a pile of leftover waste from the night before. His foreskin peeled back to reveal the head of his shaft, clean for only a few seconds before taking on the thick brown color of feces.

Hope felt his jaw drop as he came closer to the trough. It was filled with a mixture of waste. Most of it was solid logs, curled to rest against the beveled insides of the trough, but there was a thin layer of mushy, liquid-like scat at the bottom. The massive turds these Behemoths produced were definitely not laugh-worthy. Just one turd was larger than Hope's arm! He kneeled down in front of the trough, the scent of musky, wild ass invading his nose and good gods that smell! Animals had a drastically different diet than humans, and so the waste they produced had a very specific scent to it. Hope wasted nearly no time, leaning over and digging his face into the somewhat soft mess inside, using his hands to help shovel it up.

He grasped one of the slimy, thicker logs, hefting it up and stuffing the end in his mouth. He had to chew the tough feces, dry flakes of it crumbling between his fingers as he got his first taste of the animal feces. And once he had that first taste, the lust from the previous night returned in full force. He found his youthful shaft erect and bouncing off of the underside of the trough as he began to choke down the giant turd. It took two hands to hold the thing up without breaking it, and it left a slimy greenish-brown trail along his hands as he ate.

Snow was enjoying the show, for sure. He came up behind Hope slowly, the ravenous sloppy sounds of him eating the shit made his spine tingle. With no warning, he grabbed Hope's hip and slammed into him, burying his shaft balls-deep with the smeared shit acting as a makeshift lubricant. "Ah goddamn, your ass feels just as good as it did yesterday. Ya know, eating animal shit is fuckin gross, right? Hey Guys! Look at this fuckin pig! He can't get enough animal shit!" Snow started his comment softly, in Hope's ear, finishing by pulling back and shouting to the rest of the people present. They laughed raucously at the slutty Hope, to which Hope grabbed two handfuls of the Behemoth shit, flinging it in all directions. "Hell yeah I'm a pig! I hope these Behemoths can keep up with me!" He laughed as he dug back in and thrust his tight ass hard onto Snow's lap, bouncing in rhythm as the fucking began.

They continued like this as Hope ate and ate, gorging himself. Again and again Snow creamed his sloppy ass, pumping him full of jizz. Soon enough it'd start gushing out of his ass around Snow's cock, pouring to the floor in a whitish-brown puddle. That only made the sex stickier and messier, which was perfect in both males' books. After so much eating, Hope's belly begin to bulge, rounding out he ate his fill. So young, his belly bulge looked gorgeous, almost perfectly rounded, like he was pregnant. Snow would reach a hand around and massage that swollen belly, biting on Hope's earlobes while their fun continued.

Within no time at all, they were smearing each other with the Behemoth waste, Snow still pumping in and out of that over-worked boyhole. The sex went on for so long that Snow's cock ached, and Hope couldn't help but shit around that shaft. Due to the ridiculous amount of semen being pumped up his ass, it came out mostly mushy, squishing out like anal butter, leaving a stark brown stain in between his inner cheeks and up and down Snow's cock. Snow thrust forward at this point, sealing his crotch to Hope's ass as best as he could while leaving just enough room for Hope to continue shitting. This way, it gushed all over Snow's crotch, fanning out in a mushy pile as it spread across his inner thighs, balls, and lower belly before falling to the floor sloppily.

Hope's eyes were starting to roll back as he found he couldn't eat much more, if any at all. He groaned and leaned back as best he could, holding his swollen belly and belching. He stood up shakily, interrupting Snow's frantic thrusts as he pushed Snow down, grinning while he turned his lover around and laid down on top of Snow's back. "Ah fuck yeah, gonna stretch my ass out eh? Don't hold back!" Snow said as he pressed himself into Hope's crotch. Hope slid in easily, Snow's ass being just loose enough but still tight enough to squeeze and caress his cock. Once he was in, he unloaded his bladder. He laid on top of Snow and gushed inside, the hot urine spreading through his bowels.

Snow held tight to the pillow on the floor in front of him, squeezing around the throbbing shaft as it unloaded the hot piss into his bowels, churning up the contents. As Hope's belly pressed against his back, he felt a heavy weight squish between their bodies. Hope had laid a thick Behemoth turd right on his back and was using his weight to smear it in between them! And just like that, Hope's urine tapered off inside of the abused anus, and he started thrusting a bit, finding that he couldn't do it for very long because of his belly. So of course, he slipped out and turned over onto his back, his shit-laden cock waving in the air, a thick brown pasty streak down his chest and belly. He shouted out to the hall "Hey everyone, who wants to watch Snow make my cock disappear?" He laughed. Sure he was new at this, but he caught on quick!

Snow took his cue graciously, standing up and re-positioning himself over Hope's cock. He dropped hard and fast, sitting down on the thing and squeezing his ass around it. He started to ride, running his hands up and down Hope's chest as their eyes locked. "You won't be able to walk after I'm done riding you, ya fuck!" He said with a chuckle. He tossed his head back and closed his eyes, moaning effeminately, nice and loud as he continued their messy exploits, bouncing up and down as fast and hard as he could on Hope's cock.

Hope smiled as he laid back on the floor in a pile of freshly-laid Behemoth shit. This was the moment when he fully gave himself over and let go of his desires to leave. He had decided now, with his cock making sloppy squishing noises inside Snow's ass that he wanted to stay here with Snow forever. And of course that was what he was going to do. Orgasm after orgasm until he was sore and smeared again.

The time seemed to just fly by, a whirl of colors, smells, sounds and experiences. He'd found his home. Day after day another sloppy, filthy event filled the Palace, each night ending in a scented shower and a soft, romantic romp in Snow's luxurious quarters. It was heaven, honestly, and he had forsaken everything he knew before. From that day onward, he and Snow only cared for each other's pleasure, and putting on the greatest shows Yusnaan had ever seen.

And like that, our story comes to a close with Hope settling in to his new home, having no want for anything else, completely lost in the pleasures. And to think, his entire adventure had begun with the notion of 'rescuing' Snow from this life. Why would anybody ever want to be rescued from something as amazing as this?

~ The End ~

Story by Kaz Sparkledawg (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/fabulous.kazzy-poo)

Commissioned by Anonymous ~ July 2016

Note: This story was one of my favorites I've ever written. It embodies some fetishes I wasn't familiar with until now, but I'd like to think I did it justice!

Hope Estheim and Snow Villiers are characters in the Final Fantasy XIII Trilogy, all rights to the character designs belonging to Square.

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed! <3