By: geneticnotecard
Well, it looks like Ms. America got her wish.
THE ULTIMATES were back. Continuous threats of Galactus, Thanos, and god knows what else were far to prevalent to be ignored. America organized the entire thing and the gang was back together. Carol, Adam, Monica, T’challa- everybody was back. America pitched the idea of Kate joining them but was shot down pretty quickly. After Rhodey’s death, they weren’t willing to risk anybody who wasn’t "enhanced" in some form. America couldn’t really blame them.
America hated leaving Kate behind in her conquest for universe protection. Kate was a formidable hero in her own right, but she was also a perfect companion. Genuine wifey material. Not that America was thinking about marriage this soon (Kate wasn’t even out to anybody else) but she was… perfect. Which is why this stung more than most things did.
It seemed like she took the breakup relatively well, but Kate was pretty good at covering up her real feelings. She promised to come back like she always did, but Kate had that look in her eyes like she wasn’t entirely convinced. Like Kate was worried she’d get that fateful call one of these days. Considering the type of shit America does? There’s a chance it’d kill her. Granted she’d have a team at her back, but America didn’t exactly play anything safe.
And yeah, they texted and talked on the phone somewhat regularly, but something always felt… off. Like they didn’t vibe the same way they used to. And that was something America truly regretted. Even when they weren’t a thing, Kate was always somebody that always made America feel complete. She made America feel like she was lucky enough just to be her friend. Kate had so much heart and pride and love that it was surprising she couldn’t fly or destroy an alien flagship within seconds.
But that was a couple of months ago. Kate was handling it relatively well… but now she wasn’t. So, as any responsible adult would do, she took her frustrations out in the gym. She was barefoot, wearing short purple booty shorts and a white tank top. She had her hair tied up in a ponytail. She danced around a punching bag, shifting around on her feet and flexing her calves. Kate’s back was also looking somewhat cut, no doubt a product of her workouts.
“HYYAHH!”
Kate placed a heavy kick on the punching bag, causing it to sway from side to side. Kate breathed heavily and took a swig of water before pausing. She quickly brought a hand to her stomach, massaging her stomach. The slight bloat she had wasn’t doing her any favors.
Gas, she thought to herself. I Bet America wishes she was here now, huh?
BBBRRRMMMMPPP! FLAAAAARRRMUUUUrrr…
2 boisterous farts flew out of the archer's rounded ass, somewhat short but practically deafening. They echoed throughout the empty gym. Kate laughed and playfully fanned the air before almost choking on the stench of rotting bananas, beans, and other breakfast foods.
“HOW BOUT THAT, AMERICA,” Kate yelled out into the void of the empty gym, raising her arms like she was Miles Morales.
“REGRET LEAVING ME NOW?”
I’m actually going crazy, Kate thought.
As if on cue, a large star portal began to form.
Holy shit… no fucking way…
Kate covered her eyes from the blinding blue light while she could hear multidimensional glass shattering. Out stepped America Chavez, who looked incredible as usual. America had on tight black shorts, a blue crop top with a white star, and a new jacket she was trying out. This one was red instead of denim blue. Her hair was the same curly lion's mane it had always been. She wore a new pair of American-themed Jordans.
“Hey, princess,” she smirked while placing a hand on her hip. “Like the new shoes? Earth-98 Michael Jordan had them personally made for me.”
“I, uhhh, maybe a little,” Kate said while wrapping her arms around herself as if she was self-conscious. She rocked on her feet side-to-side.
“...You don’t like my Jordans?”
“Nah, it’s cool… I guess.”
“...something wrong Kate?” America stepped forward and placed a warm hand on Kate’s cheek. Kate’s skin was much cooler than her own. America slid an arm down Kate’s defined arm.
“Wanna talk about it? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
Kate slid out of America’s grasp and turned around, facing her back towards America. Kate crossed her arms.
“Oh, so now you seem to care about talking.”
“I… What do you mean?”
Kate whirled around, looking irate. “You leave with barely any warning, and the first words you say about me are about FUCKING Jordans?.”
“Dios mio, I'm sorry. You know how much you mean to me-”
“Do I? You left me at the first mention of ‘ultimate problems,’” she mocked, making quotations with her fingers.
“Kate, people were going to die. You know I can’t just ignore that!”
“You didn’t think maybe I wanted to come with you?”
“...Kate, I…”
“What? Didn’t think I was good enough to come with your fancy powerful team?”
“That’s not what happened-”
“Then what happened, then?” Silence. America didn’t have much interest in telling Kate what the rest of the team thought about her, even if America knew of Kate’s capabilities.
Kate scoffed and turned her attention back to the punching bag. “Typical America… always running from anything REAL!” She went for a high kick while frustration sparked on her.
America sighed, deep and flowing. Yelling and getting angry at each other wasn’t going to solve anything. Maybe it was time for a different approach.
“It seems like we need to have an actual conversation rather than yelling at each other.” She threw her jacket on the matted ground, kicked off her shoes, and ripped off her socks. “So let's spar… and talk about our feelings, I guess…” America muttered that last part.
Kate stopped in motion. “You want to spar? Are you forgetting that you’re a literal Superman clone?”
“I’d like to think I’m closer to Supergirl… but I’m well aware. So let’s do it. Hell, I’ll uh, I’ll take it easy on you.”
Kate slowly stepped into the open area of the gym and began to circle America, who did the same.
“Sooooo,” America started. “How’s life, Kate?”
“Okay, yeah, so that’s how this isn’t gonna go,” Kate said while lunging forward. America stepped back at superhuman speed and dodged her. She grabbed Kate’s wrists and leveraged them upwards, smirking. America picked up the faint blush on Kate’s cheeks.
“How do you want it to go?” America asked, her voice unusually soft. Her grip on Kate’s wrist was firm yet gentle.
“I, uh, am not sure… maybe something like… THIS!”
Kate maneuvered around America, using her momentum against her. She wrapped her arms around America’s curvy waist, breathing in the scent of America’s flowery perfume and the general smell of “superheroing” for an extended period. America grinned and her eyebrows slightly dropped. America bent her legs a bit, forcing Kate deeper into her ass.
“Y’know Kate, my stomach is bubbling just a bit. Don’t touch my stomach or I might just-”
“Stop trying to distract me,” Kate said while the beginnings of a smile were beginning to form on her face.
“YOU’RE the one who’s copping a feel, not that I blame you, princess,” America laughed. It was a sound that Kate missed. A sound that made every room feel full of love and admiration. Above all, safety. And to be fair, Kate was copping a feel. She gently cupped America’s perky breasts with her right hand, and Kate didn’t even realize what she was doing.
“Just because I’m still mad at you, doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy your hot fucking body.”
Kate smirked while softly rubbing America’s firm midsection. Her usual abs were a bit distended, which was no surprise. Kate rubbed using two fingers, adding more pressure and eliciting soft moans from America. She felt a light rumble, feeling gas right over her fingertips.
“Oooooooooh, slow down princess-”
bbbbbbbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmrrruuuuuuuuuuuuuu…
A restrained, blurpy fart rolled out of America’s generous ass, faintly rumbling against Kate. America’s eyes rolled back while Kate bit her lip, breathing up all the moist fumes coming out of her ex-girlfriend. Kate pushed her fingers into America’s stomach much firmer, causing her to blush.
ppphhhhhhhuuuuuuurrrrrrrmmmmmmm!
Another mellow, subdued burst of gas flew straight into Kate, warming and heating her core. America’s gas was as advertised, smelling of burning beans and peppers. America’s lower body stood still, her burly calves and thighs tensing up before relaxing as the fart continued pouring out of her. Kate backed up and took a knee right behind her. She smacked America’s ass while fanning her backside. America did a pose, leaning her arm on a hip.
“Kate? We’re supposed to be sparring?”
“Not entirely sure I care,” Kate fawned, her cheeks blushing. Kate ran her arms up and down America’s thighs, massaging them. She grabbed America’s bulbous spheres of ass and spread them apart.
“I really missed this ass, America.”
“Yeah, yeah I know Katie,” America said while caressing her stomach muscles, feeling them free up and expand with copious amounts of gas. She audibly groaned, feeling powerful gas at her exit.
PPPHHHHHHUUURRRRMMMMTTTT-bbbrrttt-ppllrrr-flflfm-bbrr-pffft-bbbbrrrooooooooot…
Dominant, bombastic gas forcefully flowed out of America, jetting straight into Kate’s cute little face. America’s gas carried the horrific smell of moldy beans and the tone of a nightmare. Kate felt the warmth of the fart and the humidity of her ass. She spread America’s ass open midway through the prolonged release, altering the sound and speed of the farts. The fart tapered off while Kate was shaking America’s butt.
America’s ass just looked so good, especially in those tight black shorts. It was athletic, yet had so much meat and power to it. Her ass bubbled out generously from the rest of her. And that smell… it smelled like pure garbage. Despite being upset with her, Kate just had to smell more. With that settled, Kate plunged her head, nose, and mouth straight into America’s ass, deeply inhaling everything she could.
“...Holy shit, America,” Kate said, her voice muffled from the size of America’s butt.
“Yikes, Kate. I wasn’t gone for that long.”
“Your butt smells really fucking good.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
Kate took a few last plentiful sniffs, and dislodged herself from America’s backside, giving it one final squeeze. For now, at least. She stood up and they both began to circle each other once again. America leaped at Kate first this time, who was stronger and faster, even when she was trying to hold back. Kate used her own momentum against her, doing her best to flip America over her head. This almost worked… until America started floating in mid-air.
“Hey, no fair! What happened to taking it easy on me?”
“When have I ever played by the rules, Hawkeye?”
God, the way she said Hawkeye. Should be illegal. Nobody’s voice should sound that good. America gently floated down and straddled Kate, making sure to keep her body just off from touching the archer. America leaned her mouth down just a few centimeters from Kate’s ear. Her voice wasn’t louder than a whisper.
“I win.”
Kate felt a shiver coarse through her body, hoping America wouldn’t notice. America floated off her and sat down a few feet away from Kate.
“Let’s talk.”
Fuck that. America didn't get to act like nothing changed. The foundation of their relationship was completely different now because she decided Kate wasn't a big deal to her.
Kate scoffed. “I’m getting sick of this hot and cold thing, America.”
“It’s not hot and cold,” America said, clearly annoyed. “I’m not gonna hide how I feel about you.”
“Then what the FUCK is it then?!?” Kate exploded, jumping up and placing her hands on her head like a crazy person. America looked down at the ground, unable to meet Kate’s eyes. Kate sighed and sat back down, bringing her knees up to her face and wrapping her arms around them.
“...how do you really feel about me?” Kate asked, much quieter.
America’s heart dropped. How could Kate even consider asking such a question? Did America not make her feelings clear?
“I love you! I’ve told you this like… a billion times!” America gingerly reached out and touched Kate’s soft shoulder.
“How come you left me so quickly then?” Kate responded immediately. “I don’t understand… Did you even think about it?”
“Of course I did! More than you even know!”
“Didn’t stop you from leaving though, didn’t it?” Kate muttered causing America to frown.
“Katie-”
“Don’t call me that. Enough talking. Round 2, c’mon.”
Both superheroes dusted off their legs while they stood up. Kate tightened her Ponytail while America shook her voluminous curls. Kate slowly backed up while squat-walking. America did the same.
Over the course of the next few minutes, Kate and America traded blows. They kicked and punched and kneed each other, all of which kinda hurt. To Kate, at least. To America, it was probably like being kicked by an ant. After a couple of minutes, America looked Kate in the eyes, vulnerable and wide.
She let her guard down… big mistake, Chavez.
Kate dropped her ass to the ground, using her long legs to sweep America's legs from underneath her. Kate seized the opportunity, hopping on top of America and placing her fat ass right beneath America’s ample breasts. Kate then grabbed America’s long, muscular legs and pulled up as if she was attempting some sort of hold.
“Okay, okay, you got me… happy?”
“I… no,” Kate exhaled and let America’s legs flop on the matted ground. She wiped the sweat that was accumulating on her forehead.
“Okay… you wanna get off of me? Normally I’d love this but you kinda smell… like ass.”
“What you don’t like the smell of my ass anymo-”
“No, no, no, I love it! Still do, always have.”
“Good.”
ppppphhhhhhuuuUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPPTTTTFFFFFFFFF!
Kate rolled her eyes back into her head before effortlessly pummeling America’s chest with a bomb of a fart that grew louder as it went on. America felt her bones practically rattle while her nose was being assaulted with clouds of Kate’s toxic gas. America’s ears were full of the sound of bubbling, fetid flatulence.
“Kate,” America said, firm yet hushed.
“I’m assuming you missed this, right?” Kate hopped off America and took a few steps before bending over. Kate dropped her hips slowly and pulled up her shorts, causing her globular ass to bulge right out of her shorts. Like she was hypnotized, America crawled along the ground until she was at Kate’s feet. America slowly reached out, rubbing her hands down Kate’s pretty long legs.
Did she get hotter or am I crazy? America thought.
“C’mon, America, put your face into my butt. I know you missed it.”
Emulating Kate’s earlier actions, America did as she was told. She felt something leak from her pussy while she breathed in Kate’s womanly scent. America wrapped her arms around Kate’s hips and shoved her face in as deep as she could without hurting Kate. She felt sweat, which was accumulating from her workout.
ppppppfffffFFFFRRRRRAAAAAMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPP!
Kate pushed out another stinking fart, morphing around America’s face and pounding the woman with the smell of her breakfast. America jumped at first, startled at the feeling, but reeled herself back in and took the rest of the release like a vacuum cleaner. Kate expected to smell her own rancid release, but it appeared that America managed to inhale most of it. America’s lungs burned with pleasure at the smell of Kate’s gas.
“Huele tan bien,” America muttered into Kate’s thick ass, drunk with the smell.
“Too bad,” Kate said, walking forward and dislodging America’s face from her ass.
“Woah-”
America fell flat on her face, unable to stop herself from bouncing off the ground. She immediately stood up and crossed her arms, looking at Kate with clear annoyance.
“Kate, you can’t fucking complain about me being ‘hot and cold’ and then do some shit like that! It's hypocritical!”
“You lost the right to complain when you left me-” America put her arm forward, cutting Kate’s words off with a single movement.
“Just stop, Kate. You wanna talk hot and cold?!? FINE!” America took a seat on the bench and lowered her brow, arms still crossed. She looked about as heated as Kate had ever seen her.
Kate scoffed. “Psh, you act like you weren’t working on me for YEARS. And every time something REAL happened between us?” Kate paused while America looked up. Their eyes met.
“You’d run… or come up with some excuse. How many times are you gonna use ‘oh the multiverse is in danger’ or some other bullshit as an excuse?!?”
America’s heart dropped at some of the truth of this. Yes, America knew that deep in her heart, she always left for the right reasons, but to Kate maybe it did seem like it couldn’t have been just a coincidence. But “working her”, as she put it. Is that all Kate really thought that was?
“Kate, you really think I was… working you? That’s what you think that was?”
“Had to have been, right?” Kate said, dejected. “I mean, showing off your body, always questioning my sexuality, sleeping in my bed?”
“That wasn’t…” America started, unable to complete her thought.
“Whatever. I’m over it. Final round.”
Kate gingerly backed up and held up her hands, motioning in a “c’mere” type of way. America walked over unsurely, looking as if she really didn’t want to do this.
Surprisingly, Kate had the upper hand for most of this bout. America seemed incredibly disinterested. All of Kate’s blow’s connected and America rarely tried any offense. Kate was getting frustrated; she knew America could be kicking her ass if she really wanted to, and she hated being treated like a baby.
“C’MON, DO SOMETHING!” Kate yelled at her, desperate for America to get on the offensive. America didn’t say anything and eventually just stopped moving.
“Fine… I’ll end this then.”
In a final move, Kate quickly shifted behind America, enveloping her arms around the much bigger woman. With all her might, she lifted her off the ground, exploding through her lower body and hips, and suplexed her into the matted floor. Kate quickly flipped over and straddled America, who lay on the ground in confusion.
“Damn princess, didn’t know you had it in you… I’ve been telling you to start working out!”
Kate almost laughed but bit down on her teeth to stop herself.
“Shut up, jerk. Now I have all the power…”
“Oh yeah? What’re you gonna do to me?” America said, using her knee to rub against Kate’s thigh. They smiled at each other, magnetized with each other's presence like it was the good old days. Interrupting the silence, Kate’s bowels ominously groaned, powerful and loud. America’s eyebrow perked up and her smile morphed into a huge smirk.
“If you’re gonna let that out, turn around… princess.”
America put extra pronunciation on her favorite archer’s nickname, daring Kate to put her fat, sweaty ass right in front of her. America looked Kate right in the eyes, seeing her cheeks turn red and watching her fumble for words.
“I’m not sure you want that, America… could get pinkeye.” America looked at Kate in a way that said “Try me bitch.”
With the speed of a high-class athlete, Kate spun around and placed her jumbo-sized ass right in front of America’s face. Kate bounced it up and down a few times and then dropped her chest to the ground, right in between America’s legs. She sagged her shins to the floor and arched her back, making sure America knew what she’s been missing these last few months. Kate used her nimble fingers and grabbed chunks of her ass, spreading it apart.
ppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhsssssssfffffffffffffffrrrrrmmmm…
A long, windy, and hissing fart rushed out of Kate. Because her ass cheeks were spread apart, nothing was holding Kate’s musty gas back. It came out of her with incredible ferocity, immediately souring America’s nostrils and making her eyes water. But in America’s mind, it wasn’t enough. She needed more.
“Surely. you can do better than that? I know you can,” America slurred, hoping to instigate Kate into destroying her face with more of her notoriously horrible farts.
“You sure about that, Chavez?”
God, the number of times Kate had said those exact words to America made her a little bit nostalgic. Reminded her of the old days… back when their relationship wasn’t complicated and was simple. Best friends who sometimes slept in the same bed and cuddled and-
BBBBRRRRRBLBBLBLBLBLRRRPPPPLLLLLLRRRRRRM!
Another cartoonishly wet fart erupted from Kate, who had pulled her boy shorts down just a little, exposing her punctual ass crack. America, who was still deep in thought, was immediately pulled back into the present. America’s heart sped up in her chest as she was impressed by a fart that was much larger than Kate should have been able to produce. America felt something ooze out of her pussy while Kate continued her gaseous torrent, which ended with a bang.
“Holy shit Kate…”
“Impressed?” America could practically see Kate’s smug smirk. Confidence was a damn good look on her. But America was all about pushing Kate to her limit.
“Maaaayyybe… I think you could do better.”
“Really? How so? I mean, that was practically a fucking bomb, Mer.”
“Put your ass on my face, princess.” Kate did somewhat of a double take. America smirked all the same.
“...have we done that before? Do you really want that? I've been working out for hours.”
None of that mattered to America. The more Kate’s ass smelled like a moldy dumpster, the better. America said nothing, hoping that Kate would take the hint. America smiled as Kate’s supersized ass bounced, slowly lowering itself toward her face. She smiled as the smell of lingering farts and workout sweat made itself more and more known as it got closer.
“Aaaaahhhhhhhh”
America moaned into Kate’s hearty ass, relishing in the feeling of Kate’s musty ass. She used her muscular arms to wrap around Kate’s waist, forcing her ass deeper into America’s face. She could smell everything. All of the sweat, gas particles, and god knows what else was almost overstimulating. Kate pulled up her shorts, shaking everything before pausing.
BBBBBBRRRRRRPPPPPmmmmaaaaaaauuuurrrRRRRRRMMMMPPPPP…
A lengthy, rumbling fart oozed out of Kate, assaulting America’s face with forceful gas. The sound was somewhat subdued, mostly because there was almost too much gas that was trying to come out of her against her shorts. America’s eyes rolled to the back of her head from the pleasure of having her nose onslaught by Kate’s fart. Clouds on clouds of gas went in and around her. Kate eased back on her fart before pushing more and more of it out. America was in heaven.
“Me encanta tu trasero…”
“Oh, shit, I’ve got her speaking Spanish,” Kate giggled before lifting her ass slightly off America to give her some air. America had a dumb grin on her face and lightly chuckled.
“Don’t let it go to your head, prin-”
BBBBBBBRRRAAAAAUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMM!
A deeply relieving eruption left Kate, who slammed her ass back on her ex-girlfriend and pushed herself deeply into America, as her fart went for an impressive length. Kate was sure that this was the deepest fart she had ever ripped while the tone continued to go lower. America was in awe of the sound and the feeling of the loud bubbles popping right against her face. She felt more liquid ooze out of her and into her panties while her flush spread from her face to all over her body. After Kate’s lengthy fart ended, she pressed all of her weight into America, whose moan was muffled.
As much as America loved having her face destroyed by Kate’s colossal ass, she wasn’t one to completely submit. Not for some bratty white girl. And Kate had to have known that.
“The one and only Miss America Chavez, completely at my- AAAHHHHH!”
Instantaneously, America wrapped her hands around Kate’s waist, lifting her off the ground before they both landed. America’s hands slid upwards allowing her to cup and massage Kate’s more than generous bust. Kate’s face turned a deep shade of red while she bit down on her lip, attempting to hold back a deep moan.
“A-America…” Kate mumbled. Eventually, America made contact with Kate’s nipples, which had gotten hard. Kate breathed out a little too hard, and America caught notice.
“Like that, huh?”
America pinched lightly on Kate’s nipples, eliciting that moan that desperately wanted to come out. America herself was getting quite worked up, too. She tossed her shirt off in an attempt to alleviate some of her body heat. Kate's eye's widened at the sight of America's bust, which was more than impressive. Her eyes then traveled down to her abs, which were as appealing as they always were.
“Arms up, Bishop.”
Kate did as she was told. America walked around Kate, lightly touching her bicep and never letting go. America grabbed the straps of her tank top. She pulled on them before letting them shoot back at Kate’s pale skin. Kate shivered, hoping that America wouldn’t notice. She slid back around, placing her mouth just next to Kate’s ear. Kate felt America's nipples hardening on her back.
“Ready for this?” Kate nodded and let America slowly lift her tank top off. America walked to the front before pulling Kate’s shirt off her shoulders. She watched as Kate’s breasts flopped back down, bouncing up and down for a few moments. The much larger girl stared, transfixed on Kate while this was happening. Kate, who was very much picking up on this, cupped her boobs and played with them. She flashed America a grin and placed a hand on her hip. Suddenly, Kate opened her mouth and raised her finger.
PPPLLLRRRRTT! BBBRRRMMMPPPPP… pppplllaaaAAAARRRRPPPP!
Kate forced out 3 boisterous farts, all of them loud and humid. After the final release, she smiled with a look of pure relief. America did her best not to fall over while her nose was flooded with the fetid stench of digesting food. Kate fanned the air with a smirk while refusing to break eye contact with America.
Holy shit, she definitely got hotter, America thought. I’m so fucking stupid.
America stepped closer to Kate, pressing their chests together. Kate reached out and cupped her cheeks with both hands before pressing her lips to America’s. She eased into the kiss while Kate pressed her tongue into the inside of America's lips. After a long, sensual moment, they parted, breathing heavily with flushed cheeks and quickly beating hearts.
“I... I thought you were mad at me,” America stammered.
“Oh, I am. But, we are both horny, sooooooo…”
Without warning, Kate spun around and shook her hefty butt, making sure America took in everything. She whipped her head around, causing her ponytail to dance around her. The smell, an unexpected consequence, arose from all the movement. She paused before a stream of puffs of horrid gas leaked out of her.
pppppfff… shhhhhhh… ssssshhhhfffffffpppp! Pppprrrrmmm-blllrrmmmffffssssssss…
Everything about Kate right now… was too much. America was overwhelmed by her body, her stinky gas, her smile, her hair… She had to do something.
“Okay, I’m tearing this off you right fucking now-”
America pushed Kate over, who was barely able to use her hands to keep from falling. America had a sultry look on her face while she continued to push her hips right into Kate’s bubble butt. Kate breathed heavily while a blush spread all over her. Her heart sped up while she could feel America grappling with her ass and her purple boy shorts.
RRRRIIIIPPP!
America tore Kate’s sweaty boy shorts in two before throwing them across the room. America quickly tore off her own shorts. She could buy new ones, anyway. Thrusting her hips right into Kate’s bare ass, America was desperate for Kate’s sloppy gas to blow right against her vagina. She yearned for it.
PPPPVVVVVRRRRRFFFFFFFFTTTTLLLLLLLTTT!
On cue, Kate's stomach roared with large gas bubbles before she was unleashing a windy, winding toot that blew right against America’s clit. America moaned through Kate’s entire lengthy release while more juices leaked out of her. Kate pushed everything she had out, flexing and pulsing her anus to get all of her rancid gas out. It took a lot out of her. Kate sat down after her fart had ended, facing America.
“... I really missed you, America. I know I’ve been kinda mean to you, but… it's really good to see you.” America looked at her skeptically and then smirked.
“If you really missed me… prove it.”
America motioned with her finger for Kate to come closer to her. She noticed how Kate’s eyes went all over her… her curly hair, her abs, her muscular yet supple thighs, and most annoyingly, her expression, which looked extra bitchy. She knew how much Kate loved it.
“We don’t have all day, Kate, vamos.”
Kate crawled over, slow and sensually, arching her back. America bit her lip as Kate finally made her way over there. Kate groped America’s bulbous ass while her eyes feasted on the moist folds of America’s pussy. She brought two of her fingers up, gently rubbing the inside of America’s thigh before working to the outer edge of her sex. America shuddered above her.
“...hurry the fuck up, Bishop,” America choked out, desperate for her touch.
Kate, feeling powerful, stuck two of her sticky fingers into America, who shuddered while Kate prodded in and out. Thick, warm juices ran down Kate’s arm and America’s legs. America massaged her stomach while Kate used her archer fingers on her. America grunted and bit down on her teeth.
PPPHHHHUUUURRRRRMMMM-pppppbbbbbbrrrrruuuuullllllllllltttttttttttt
Resounding gas rushed out of America, a release that was triumphant and moist. Within seconds, clouds of revolting gas flooded the air around both of them. Kate recoiled, almost gagging at the smell and America frowned, giving her an “I’m sorry” look.
“Jesus, America,” Kate said while fanning the air. “What the FUCK did you eat?”
America scoffed, ran a hand through her hair, crossed her arms, and leaned into her right hip.
“What, you can’t handle the smell?”
“I never said that! I just-”
“OH MY GOD, Kate just hurry up,” America giggled. “And put your mouth into it.”
Kate did a double-take before smiling. America smacked her pussy with the palm of her hand and motioned for Kate to take care of it. Kate looked at America’s center, taking in her magnificent outer lips and glistening inner folds, and the shine of the liquids running down from it. Kate dove right back in, using her tongue on America’s dripping core. She ran her arms down America’s taut abs, from top to bottom, eliciting a loud moan from America.
VVVVRRRRRMMMM-bbbbbbbbbbllllllrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttttttttttt!
Kate assaulted the clean air of the room with a long, blatting fart of her own. America’s arousal increased tenfold while she imagined the sight of Kate’s pulsing anus pushing out such an odd-sounding fart.
BLBLBLBLBLBLBBLBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPMMMMMM!
Another bubbly and moist fart was liberated from America’s bowels. Her gas was violent and swampy and increased the temperature of the area by a few degrees. America’s gas made Kate more horny, so she doubled down on her efforts. She swiped her tongue back and forth, evoking tremoring motions from America. When the smell hit her this time, she wasn’t shocked by how bad it was. Rather she was overwhelmed with the urge to put her face into America’s huge butt.
She removed her mouth from America’s plump pussy before sliding under her and immediately shoved her face into her ass. America hopped at the feeling at first but used her strong arms to force Kate in as far as she could. She let go and Kate pulled back a few inches while snaking up her hand to idly rub at America’s sex.
“Got any more for me?” Kate challenged. “Sure would be a shame with my face here and all…” She gave America’s pussy a hard slap, causing the darker woman to jump again.
Panting, America grinned and blushed. She tried to control her breathing, but Kate’s dancing fingers were very distracting.
“... shut up and wait, princess… I got something good for you…”
“Well, I’m waiting,” Kate insisted, doing her best to be bratty and annoying.
“Oh, somebody’s cocky,” America laughed. Her chest heaved while Kate’s motions were beginning to be a bit too much. “I, uh, I’m not sure you’re ready for this…”
Kate hummed in agreement while she sat up on both knees. She slowly brought her hand to America’s stomach to help her out a bit. Kate felt powerful, strong gas beneath her fingertips. She synced up her motions with both of her hands until America moaned and her stomach cried for help.
PPFFFFH-PPPPRRRRAAAAAAUUMMMPPPP-oooofffffffffmmmmmffffffppppphphhhhtttttt…
America’s onslaught started with a deep puff of gas that effortlessly flew out of her. She couldn’t have stopped it even if she tried. Then, her fart morphed into something thunderous, something brutal and vicious, while Kate’s eyes teared up from the liters of gas bombarding her face. Sticky juices leaked from her while she took in America’s long fart. About halfway through the release, Kate dove her face in, making sure to find America’s anus with her nose.
“Aaaahhhhhh, estoy casi ahí,” America drunkenly slurred. She was almost close to an orgasm, the result of a combined effort from a multitude of factors. Kate’s fingers, her nose right in America's ass muffled the rest of the fart, and the feeling of such a rip leaving her gigantic ass. It had to have been the most insane thing to ever come out of her ass. It was orgasmic. She pushed out the rest of the release, making sure to get every last molecule into Kate.
Sensing how close America was, Kate sped up the speed of her fingers. America began to pulse and shake above her and she felt Kate’s tongue dance around her pussy with her fingers. The arousal from everything was too much as she finally let go, her chest heaving, her heart stammering, and her body convulsing. Kate slid underneath her again and brought her mouth to America’s damp center, doing her best to catch all the liquid that was freely flowing out of her.
A few moments later, America fell over, right on top of Kate. Her body was flushed and hot to the touch, practically boiling. They both smiled at the warmth shared between them. America nuzzled her head in Kate’s neck.
“...holy shit, princess,” America panted heavily. “You’ve gotten a lot better at that.” America pushed up on her arms and looked down at Kate.
“I mean, I’ve had a lot of practice…”
America giggled and pressed a quick kiss to her lips before her expression turned into something devilish.
“Woah, what’s that face for?”
Refusing to use her words, America just smiled and flipped herself. Seconds later, Kate was met with the sight of America’s humid butt and glistening sex. In an instant, her ass was all over Kate, coating her with a layer of humidity, most likely from the number of sloppy farts she had been letting out. America moved her ass up and down, left and right, while Kate moaned in awe at the feeling.
PPPPPBBBLBBLBLLLLRRRRRRTTTTTtttttt!
Grabbing America’s attention, Kate blasted some gas of her own, its stench a fetid aroma of beans and eggs was a stark contrast from America’s rotting gas. America looked down at the space between Kate's beautiful legs that was currently blasting the floor and began sniffing up all of the gas that was rapidly shooting toward her.
“Mmmmmmm, fuck,” Kate moaned, muffled by America's damp ass. The combination of Kate’s long-winded fart and alluring pussy was too much for her to ignore Kate's inviting pussy. Within seconds, her tongue was dancing around Kate’s warm, dripping sex, her hair tingling Kate’s legs.
BBBBBPPPPPPTT! PPLLLHHUURRRRMMMPPP! PPPlllvvvvvrrtttttttttt!
pppppppssssssssssssfffffffffffffffffffffhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…
Some more gas flew out of Kate after initially jumping at the feeling of America’s sticky tongue, which was twisting inside of her like a foreign dancer. America smelled all of Kate’s gas that was cascading around her and continued eating her pussy. It was incredibly humid and almost felt like a warning sign. America added some of her own stench to the mix, ripping a gust of silent gas.
PPPLLLLLuuuuuuuuuuuurrrRRRRPPPPPPTTTTPBLBLB!
Kate let another fart fly. This one was emphatic, yet weird and subdued during the middle of the release. America’s heart raced and the sound and smell of the bubbles that were bouncing toward her. She tripled her efforts to get Kate closer to a climax. Kate’s legs began to bend and flex and her upper body started to writhe. Sensing Kate was close, America grabbed her legs, pulled them up, and put all of her weight on Kate’s face.
bbbrrmmbmbbmbbbbbbbbmbbmbbBBBBPPPPPLLLVVVRRRAAUUURRRRPPPP!
To finish Kate off, she blasted an extended fart into Kate’s mouth. Feeling her mouth fill up with her repulsive odor, she sat up a bit and continued letting her fart out, one that only got more vehement as she released more and more gas. Feeling America’s explosive anus, Kate shook and moaned and rode off the waves as pleasure for as long as America’s fart lasted and then some. America’s swishing tongue was a welcome pleasure while her body ran free with a mind of its own.
A few moments after Kate finally stopped pulsing, America climbed off her and slid right down next to her. She propped herself on an elbow and gave a wide, joyful smile to Kate.
“Good enough?”
“... more than enough,” Kate said quietly, still recovering.
—
About twenty minutes later, the pair sat on Kate’s couch. They could have been there sooner, but Kate insisted they take her dainty, old car. America laid her head on Kate’s lap while she yawned, stretching her tense muscles.
“Goddamn, America, that was a fucking workout… on top of the workout I already had.”
“Yeah… for sure, princess.”
“Born in the USA, she was… Stars and stripes…” Kate sang while America slowly began to tune her out. Kate gently caressed America’s hair, the gesture more than welcome. America already knew this deep down, but Kate was more than her equal. She was the love of her life. How could she have been so stupid? Maybe things could go back to normal… maybe they wouldn’t. America reached up and grasped Kate’s smaller hand on her own.
“Kate, I…”
“Hmmm?” Kate inquired, cutting off her song with a questioning hum.
Oh my god, she’s so fucking cute. If you can beat up the Mad fucking Titan, you can talk to some girl.
Maybe this is the one thing you can't do... You're a complete powerhouse in a battle, but feelings? You suck at it.
I just have to tell her how I feel. How I REALLY feel.
Yeah, but this is it for you, America. You blow this, it’s over for you.
I’m not leaving her again, I’m sure of that. I’ll do anything.
You say that and then you go off on more “ultimate business.” Isn’t that what Kate said?
No more running away. She’s worth everything. Hell, I'll do both if I have to.
But how many times have you sworn by that? Even before you started dating.
I mean it this time. No more running from something real.
“...America?” Maybe America had drifted off for a few moments.
“Kate, I’m so, so, so fucking sorry. I ran away. Again. Because I… I didn’t want to try and fail to focus on you and trying to save everyone from goddamn Galactus AGAIN and that’s not an excuse, but I just panicked and-”
“Hey, hey, slow down babe… I’ve got you.” America sat up and Kate wrapped her arms around her, enveloping her in a warm hug, one that seemed to make everything right. America felt her heart melt. She really was wifey material.
“I’m sorry too,” Kate started while patting America on the back of her head. “I wasn’t understanding. At all… I was such a butt to you and for what? You were just trying to save people.”
America laughed breathlessly for a moment. “No, no, that's on me. I did run away when things got too… serious.”
Kate sighed. “It’s my fault too. I’ve put off… coming out for a long time-” America backed up and wrapped her hands around Kate’s wrists.
“What? No! Kate, you come out when you’re ready. Nobody else gets to decide that. Not me, not anyone else.” Kate giggled and took America’s hands with her own, gently rocking back and forth.
“No, I insist! I promise I’m ready. It’s been a long time coming... I think Ramone and Johnny have a bet going. Plus, I can't do it on the day of the wedding right?”
Both of them stopped in motion like Allen Iverson before a crossover.
Wedding? America thought. Wow. What do I even say to that?
Kate’s blush in response was bright red and practically glowing even though she tried to cover her face with her hands. She looked behind her fingers for a quick moment, only to be met with a dumbstruck expression from America. A few seconds later, they both descended into laughter.
“Oooohhh shit, Bishop, you’re too good for me.”
“Other way around, Ms. America.” Kate smiled at America, who laid herself out again and gently placed her head into her girlfriend's lap.