Concert Tickets
by Eproctophile

Valerie was so excited! Today Fart Princess would be holding a concert, and Valerie had bought the tickets in advance.

She felt nothing could go wrong as she showered and put on her cutest clothes. Her hair she brushed and put highlights in. The pink shirt she had gotten for her eighteenth birthday went so well with her purple mascara.

The doorbell rang. Valerie hoped it would just be some girl scouts selling cookies. And she would buy them. She felt so good today. Her spirits couldn’t be dashed. She honestly felt that no one enjoyed Fart Princess concerts more than she did, and that’s saying something, as tickets always sell out for her concerts.

Swinging the door open, she found herself face to face with her twenty-year-old sister. Despite being older, Vanessa had never gotten any taller than four foot nine. And Valerie was five foot six, towering over Vanessa.

Vanessa had a perfectly plump butt though, which more than made up for her short stature. Furthermore, she liked to have nothing under her butt more than Valerie’s beautiful face.

“Nice of you to drop by,” Valerie says, leading Vanessa into the living room. “But you can’t stay long. I’ve got to go to a concert soon.”

“You’re going to a concert and leaving my butt with no one to fart on?” Vanessa said, in a pseudo hurt tone.

“Many girls and guys would kill to be farted on by you,” Valerie pointed out, putting earrings on. “And not all of them will be at the concert. You should be able to find someone.”

“But you’re the one I want,” Vanessa pines.

“Tonight’s an important night to me,” Valerie says. “If not for the concert, I’d stick my nose up your buttcrack without any complaints. As it stands, I must go.”

Valerie grabbed her purse and made a beeline for the door.

Vanessa’s butt rumbled. She needed to fart on somehow right this instant. And her favorite victim was running away. She couldnl’t let her escape.

Tackling Valerie just as she opened the door, Vanessa shoved her to to ground and plopped her perfectly round butt in Valerie’s face.

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“Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!” Valerie screeched. “Why’d you have to fart on me now? I won’t smell good for the concert.”

“Oh, you’re not going to the concert,” Vanessa said, laughing.

“Yes, I am! I’ve been waiting ages for this.”

“Well, too bad. I need someone to take my farts tonight.”

Vanessa grinded her butt around Valerie’s face.

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This fart rankled Valerie’s poor nose. She already knew she’d be embarrassed being around others at the concert. But she still wanted to go. So she thrashed about beneath Vanessa’s ass.

She couldn’t budge her much heavier sister, though. And then came the fog storm.

Vanessa couldn’t stop farting, her butt had stored so much spicy food and meats in gaseuous form.

The older sister had her brain gears working, and decided to get their cousin Terry to come and sell Valerie’s tickets at scalped prices.

Terry was very obedient, he had learned the hard way when Vanessa gave him excessive fart treatment for two months when he disobeyed. She threatened to deliver worse down his throat if he didn’t comply with her every demand, so he arrived quick as he could.

Vanessa rummaged in Valerie’s purse with her bare foot, getting her feet juices all over her sister’s carry around possessions. At last Vanessa lifted the tickets out from between her toes. Then she lowered her panties, stuck the end of the ticket in her butthole, and farted.

These she handed to Terry, ordering him to sniff. He did so, a scowl on his face.

“Now go bugger off and sell them,” Vanessa said. “And they better be three times what Valerie paid at the very least. I need a new pedicure.”

Terry nodded and did as she ordered. Then Vanessa smiled wickedly down at Valerie, and not pulling her panties back up, set her soft, gigantic posterior right atop Valerie’s lips, and commenced on a new farting onslaught.

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Poor Valerie had to endure all of this, and she thought about the concert she wouldn’t be attending, which she had been dying to go to for so long…

Rage at her sister filled up in her chest, but she couldn’t do anything about it in this position.

Meanwhile, Terry arrived at the concert, and found two girls who bought the tickets at $300 each. When he told them that Vanessa had used them for toilet paper, the girls both kissed him on the cheek and they said together, “Vanessa can use us as toilet paper any time!”

They started for the door, but the cuter of the two suddenly needed to fart, and she dashed back for Terry, shoved him down, and stuck her butt in his face.

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Though the fart only lasted five minutes, it was potent enough that Terry felt like he had been under Vanessa for twenty-four hours.

He had one more ticket to sell, though. He saw a gorgeous redhead darting about, asking if anyone had a spare ticket, pleading.

Terry approached her, and she grinned at him when he said one. She insisted on paying $500, despite his protests.

“But,” the redhead said, “I don’t give all that way just for a ticket. There’s a price to pay for taking my money.”

And before he realized what was happening and could run, the redhead pointed a shrink gun at him, and pressed the trigger.

She lifted him, cupped in her hands. Grinning down at him. Before dropping him in her panties. The back end.

She farted the entire time she walked. Every movement of her feet shook Terry about, and his body kept bouncing against her ass, and he could not escape from the foul air.

It billowed around him like mist on the sea. Only he wouldn’t encounter a ocean here.

But he would encounter a flood. When the girl reached the room the concert would be held in, her butt exploded with canoe sized feces from Terry’s perspective.

They crashed down on him, sultrying his hair, arms, and face. His nose sank into one, and every time he managed to get his face out of it, the redhead’s bobbing to the loud music caused him to jumble about and fall repeatedly into other places in the pile of poop he shared the girl’s panties with.

Fart Princess’ songs encourage farting, and the redhead did a ton of it.

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Terry was sure he’d choke from all the putrid gas she unleashed.

But then the redhead bounced over to where a blond girl had sunk to the ground beside the refreshments table. The redhead pushed her butt into the blond girl’s face, and farted.

Then laying down with her feet around the blond girl’s shoulders so she couldn’t escape, the redhead pulled her panties down. She then farted with a bare butt over the blond girl’s nose, before dumping her panties onto the blond girl’s head and running away laughing.

The blond girl wanted revenge, but she was hungry. And didn’t feel like standing up.

She poked a strand of feces out of the panties and began munching on it. Then she saw Terry.

She picked him up and blew on him, then licked his face, before dropping him down her own panties, and farting profusely.

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Then she bit down and ate all the poop in the panties, for she had been starving. And it would be a shame to let such nasty poop go to waste.

The redhead came back and saw the blond had eaten her poop.

“Oh, you disgusting slut,” the redhead taunted. “Eating my poop with such gluttony! Well, time to satisfy your lust with much worse, wretched farts than you’ve ever tasted before!”

She swirled her butt around on the blonde’s face. Elizabeth (the blond) tried to escape, and she might have been able to, but the redhead Felicity had a bowling ball in a bag on her legs, to keep her pressed down 100 percent.

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…..went Felicity’s butt.

She then released a fart that is forbidden really without the consent of the recipient, but Felicity had a hunch that Elizabeth wouldn’t report it.

The reason this fart is forbidden is that it causes immense hunger in the recipient, even if they just ate.

But worse than that, it forces the recipient to crave what they last ate. So if a girl releases this fart on someone who just had burgers, the recipient of the fart will not want to eat spaghetti or rice or hot dogs or anything which isn’t burgers.

And the last thing Elizabeth ate was of course, Felicity’s poop. Which meant once this monster fart spread across her face, and invaded her nostrils, her desire to eat could only be satisfied by one thing.

Felicity’s feces.

And thus Felicity let her butt unleash the poop it had been holding right into her panties.

Now Felicity shook her butt in Elizabeth’s face, showing herself to be the dominant.

But instead of handing her the panties with her delectably disgusting excrement in it, she dumped it in the punch bowl. Splashing the clothes of the two girls who had bought a couple of Valerie’s tickets earlier.

“Ew, you’re a punch dumper!” one of the girls shouted. “I’ll go tell security!”

Felicity pounced on her and clamped a hand over her mouth. She then dragged her and the other girl, whose head she held between her legs, over to the punch table,

Elizabeth was already there standing, scooping poop out of the punch bowl and filling her cheeks with it.

Felicity dropped the girl she had in her arm and sat on her face, farting as she engaged in the task she felt she had to do.

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The other girl she kept her legs gripped on. Then she began pulling Elizabeth’s pants down. Elizabeth sat down on her knees, ignoring Felicity’s frantic yanking in her attempt to stuff her face with those foul feces.

The conert spotlight shone on them, and everyone could see Elizabeth’s bare butt as Felicity frantically pulled her panties down tossing off her own jeans and pulling up Elizabeth’s panties, smeared with her flatulence and with Terry still inside.

Once getting them on (which was very difficult to do while keeping two girls suppressed), Felicity ripped off the skirt of the girl who had planned to report her, then shrunk the girl under her legs, and dropped her in the panties to join Terry.

She then let out a ten minute fart on the other girl, who struggled to break loose to no avail.

When Felicity got up, the girl was so relieved, and she couldn’t wait to tell security and escape.

The shrink gun was aimed at her temple, though. And she went down in stature, before being scooped up and dropped in beside Terry and her friend.

Felicity put on the skirt and left her jeans lying there.

The concert spotlight was still on her, and for the first time, Felicity noticed that people were watching.

She bowed, and started to walk away, but Elizabeth grabbed her ankle.

“Please shrink me and put me in your panties,” Elizabeth sobbed onto Felicity’s toes. “I’ll do anything!”

“I don’t have room for filthy little sluts like you,” Felicity said, sending an arrow of ice into Elizabeth’s heart.

Elizabeth was so hurt by this. And for a moment, it looked like the concertgoers would prevent Felicity from going without Elizabeth. But then they cheered her for her demonstration of domination and hurting the one who wanted it most.

“What a sadist!” someone exclaimed, and everyone agreed that Felicity’s sadism was heroic.

Some nasty girls offered to make Elizabeth suffer their own farts. She fought them as long as could, but a big, soft butt from a Latina suppressed her, and she had to endure tamale farts for the next two hours.

Finally the concert ended. Some people went backstage. But soon, from the sounds of it, Fart Princess had vacated the premises, as had many concertgoers.

The Latina left at last, taking Elizabeth’s phone number without asking permission. “I will fart on you again, whether you like it or not. And for your sake, I hope you will not like it, because if you do, I will find a way to make it unbearable.”

She pressed her ass down once more, and let a huge one rip.

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Then she hopped off and exited.

Elizabeth lay cold and miserable, pining for Felicity’s butt, when someone else sat on her face.

The girl anyone at the concert would’ve given their last breath to kiss the butt of. The young woman who had made all their hearts go pit-a-pat the entire evening.

Fart Princess herself.

Without words, the beautiful singer let her flatulence inundate Elizabeth’s olfactory senses with potency and putridness. It tasted far worse than the Latina’s gas ever did.

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But though Elizabeth’s heart was still broken, this assault on her nasal area gave her a slight bit of hope. If Fart Princess herself could fart on her, maybe Felicity might give her a chance?