[Scat, Farting, Mind Break, Filth]

"It's just like her to end up disappearing. But why would she disappear here? I thought she had handled the Ixal with ease when we last had to deal with Garuda..."

A quiet voice muttered from behind a rather large rock deep in the Coerthas Central Highlands. The voice belonged to Y'Shtola, a member of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. Now why would she be here, waiting outside of one of the key outposts belonging to the Ixal race? Simple. The Warrior of Light, Miho, who had joined them some time prior and assisted them in dealing with the threat that the Primals brought upon the world... She had gone missing. And since everyone else were occupied, the duty fell on her to try and investigate why she was gone.

Which was rather unfortunate considering what offensive options Y'Shtola had at her disposal. It was one thing to sneak into the lair of a race like the Kobolds or the Sylphs. Both of those races were easy to soothe, thanks to their simple minds. She had seen it first hand when she stood alongside Miho for the fight against Titan. But the Ixal were perhaps some of the most zealous creatures that roamed the world at this point.

One false move, and she'd have to enter combat. Though the elements were more than happy to assist her, she didn't have the same kind of firepower that a Thaumaturge would have. She could keep herself healed, but the Ixal were not the type of race that would fight alone. They would call upon their allies, and one by one, she would find herself overwhelmed. The only chance she had to deal with them would be to strike them down when they were alone, and then hope none would alert the others... Or she had to sneak by and avoid detection entirely until she could find any sign of Miho's disappearance.

As the Mi'qote kept watch to try and figure out when to move, she had to brace herself as a sudden wind picked up. A strong wind. One so strong that the rock in front of her was tossed from the ground itself, ruining her chances to hide herself and letting the Ixal in the vicinity spot her.

Just as she had feared, the Ixal were swift and deadly. And yet she was not struck down once she lost her grip on her staff. No, the last thing she remembered before her vision went black was how those creatures talked about their Lady of the Vortex's demands increasing ever since they captured that Au Ra...

That thought lingered on Y'Shtola's mind as she awoke once more. This time, her vision was still blackened, and she could barely move her limbs in any sort of fashion. But the noise around her, and the winds blowing in her hair... It was clear to her, even with her current bindings, that she was onboard one of the Ixali airships. Where she was headed was easy to guess given the last thought on her mind.

She was headed straight for the Primal that had ensnared and Tempered the Ixal into her service. Garuda. And if what they had said was correct, then Miho had been Tempered as well? That shouldn't be possible, but considering the Warrior of Light shouldn't have been captured in the first place, it wouldn't surprise her if the Primal tortured her until she obeyed...

Y'Shtola ignored most of the idle chatter between the Ixal around her, as to make it harder for them to realize that she had awoken. Though no matter how much she tried to block out all the sounds, it was impossible for her to not pick up on a few key words that stood out to her. All involving the girl that had fought alongside her.

How she was constantly serving the Lady of the Vortex in a way that her other servants could not. How it invoked envy in all of them, but they were too afraid of the Lady of the Vortex to do anything. What could simple acolytes like them do to a Primal at any rate, when they had devoted everything about themselves to her, so that they might once again fly the skies?

It painted a picture of what had happened to the girl inside Y'Sthola's mind, though she wouldn't be able to confirm any of these ideas for sure until she made it to where the girl was kept. With any luck, she would be able to whisk her away, maybe even save the Warrior of Light at the cost of her own life. It wouldn't be a pretty exchange, but it was one that she was willing to make.

Eventually, the airship came to a stop. And the Ixal, not caring about how conscious that the Mi'qote was, tossed her across their shoulders and walked straight into the eye of the storm itself, the Howling Eye, where the Lady of the Vortex resided.

The trek was short, but it was no less daunting and foreboding as the air around Y'Shtola grew thinner and thinner. Especially once she had been tossed down onto the ground once more, and the blindfold had been removed from her head. Once she had been prepared just as the Lady of Vortex had commanded, the Ixal left. They did not want to be caught in the wake of her fury if they ended up not satisfying her demands.

Y'Shtola quickly familiarized herself with her surroundings. It seemed like she had entered a more temperate part of Coerthas, given the lack of snow on the ground itself. But the winds that were kicking up around her weren't doing much of a favor in regards to making the air easier to breathe. She just had to deal with the fact she always felt short of breath, and try to see where Miho was. If she really had fallen into the service of the Lady of Vortex, then she should be... around... he-

The Mi'qote's eyes widened as she saw something utterly vile in front of her. Something that was enough to make her stomach churn and threaten to expulge all of its contents at once. The sight in front of her was something that she never had wanted to see, partly due to the sheer disgusting concept of it, and partly because of who was involved in it.

Standing in the eye of the storm itself was the Primal, Garuda. Laughing as the winds intensified at her command, bringing her latest offering closer to her. All while a certain purple-haired and fully armored Au Ra was pinned against her rear, completely lacking color in those eyes of hers. Completely unphased by anything that was happenng around her. As if this was her sole purpose in life. And to make matters even worse, there seemed to be another primal that looked almost identical to Garuda. A sister? Y'Shtola wasn't aware of one, and the Ixal certainly hadn't spoken about her. Nonetheless, her presence only served to make all of this so much worse.

"Ahahahaha! To think this was all it took to break your spirit! No matter, you will serve me well as my eternal toilet!" The maniacal Primal cried out, ignoring the presence of the new arrival as she forced her 'toilet' to dive deeper in between her cheeks, to make sure that she was nestled in between them properly. Before she'd unleash a wind even more frightening than the ones tearing the landscape apart...

*BRAAAAAAP*

Even though the winds around the Mi'qote were loud enough to drown out most sounds, she very clearly heard the sound of the filthy gas leaving the Primal's cheeks and immediately overwhelming the Au Ra pinned against her cheeks. And yet, despite the fact that a wind of pure green filth wrapped its way around the horned girl, she did not show any sign of hating the experience. Much less detesting the one that had done it to her.

No, the only thing Miho did upon getting a taste of that filth was quietly vibrate, as the armor that covered her crotch started to shift ever slightly. An orgasm had overwhelmed her, all while she dutifully swalllowed as much of that wonderful scent that her Lady graced her with. It was a holy air, one that she had been consumed by...

The Primal and her sister both laughed at the sight, especially as that gas gave way to something much filthier. This had become a bit of a routine for the two, and yet one that was no less entertaining to the two. To see a mortal grow utterly enraptured by anything they did to her...

Especially let loose and let pure filth slide down the Au Ra's throat. Filling Miho's mouth with pure scat did not deter the slave in the slightest. She swallowed, she licked and she lapped it all up. This was her purpose in life. This was the one purpose that she had. She she would fulfill it, no matter what it involved.

"This..." Y'Shtola muttered as she tried to break free from her binds. This was something that she couldn't take. Not just because of the humiliation and the disgust that she felt at seeing her ally and friend be used as little more than a twisted Primal's toilet... But because she knew exactly where she was headed. She was going to be next in line. Otherwise she wouldn't have been brought here. She had to break free from her binds as fast as possible. Otherwise..!

Garuda flashed a wicked grin as she noticed the struggling offering out of the corner of her eye. "Chirada. Break her in. Prepare her for her new role." The Lady of the Vortex commanded, and her sisterly copy nodded and grinned with a wicked smile, as she practically vanished right then and there.

"YOU WON'T BREAK-" Y'Shtola cried out in defiance, only to find herself pinned against an equally disgusting pair of cheeks as the one that Miho had been pinned against. This time, they belonged to the Primal's sister. And all that the Mi'qote could do was widen her eyes in fear.

*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAP*

An overwhelming blast of toxic fumes slammed straight into the conjurer's face as she was forced to inhale and huff it. It was vile. It was horrid. It was enough to make somebody pass on from how disgusting they were. And yet she was forced to smell all of it. Without any chance of breathing in fresh air.

Y'Shtola's eyes started to water and her cheeks turned green. She wanted to get out of this situation. She wanted to be anywhere but here. But at the same time, she couldn't break free from her binds. And no matter how hard she struggled, no matter how hard she tried to resist... She was just getting more of that gas into her system.

And then it got worse. She felt something trickling down her lip. Something rolling down her tongue and into her throat. Something even more disgusting than the smell that had been breaking her... And it wasn't hard to guess what.

It was shit. It was pure Primal waste. It was the same kind of scat that Miho dutifully consumed. And upon getting a taste of it, upon having it cover her robes and her face, since she couldn't swallow all of it..?

Her eyes turned dim. Her brain couldn't handle all of the stench. Even if she could've, nobody would escape direct exposure like this. And thus, she had been 'tempered', just like Miho had been. The Mi'qote obediently licking the filth off her face and off the Primal as well, to make sure that it had been cleaned properly...

Before she swallowed. The filth descending into her stomach, as her free will descended into nothingness...

---

By the time the next offering arrived, things were much the same. Garuda using a victim as a toilet, cackling about how easy it was to break a mortal... But there were a few changes.

Garuda had grown tired of the Warrior of Light. She was too obedient. Which meant that she wasn't very effective at showing how devoted she was. As a result, the Mi'qote now found herself between the Primal's cheeks, licking them clean whenever she had an opportunity, while Miho had been demoted to idly serving Chirada whenever she had to defecate...

And at the looks of it, even that position was threatened, as the Primal eyed her next offering.