By: JustAnotherGasWriter
Polina Petrova took a deep breath before holding it, trying to stay as still as possible. The scape around her was all hills and small mountains dusted with a heavy layer of snow, fresh snow also coming down from the sky to add to the deep layers on the ground. The war had been brutal for everyone; the Germans were struggling given their poor access to even the most basic supplies like food and warm clothing but the Russians were not exactly kicking ass either. The winters here were bad enough to put anyone down no matter how acclimated they were, and the Soviet Army was also much less well-equipped than the Germans were in terms of weaponry. From the small arms to the armor being used, the only advantage the Soviets held beyond them digging in and defending was how they had overwhelmingly more troops to throw at the front! The Germans were fighting a multi-front war with many fewer men even accounting for their allies than the Russians could dedicate to the Eastern Front. This was both a blessing and a curse however; the curse came in the form of them not just having shittier gear but not enough to go around. Polina had seen many men be sent to the front line without even a rifle, the only instruction they had was to find any weapon they could off either a fallen comrade or German and continue to fight. Polina was one of the lucky ones; she had been accepted into the Sniper Corps and didn’t have to deal with this issue as there were enough Mosins to go around, at least in her unit. Staying concealed was one of the most important parts of the job if you wanted to keep your head at least! Polina was pretty good at getting to a good and concealed position. Staying that way for her was a different story, especially with all this fresh snow building on top of her…
FFBBLLRRUURRMMBBTT!!!
The woman groaned as she let out a feral fart, not only getting it to echo around in the valley below her perch but also blowing all the snow that had built up atop her ass in one big snowy blast!
“Blyat… stupid rations…” the sniper grunted as the snow that was forced upward began to fall back down all around her like a big confetti plume! She watched as the people below her she had been watching began to look around for the noise source, scanning the hillsides around them. Polina kept her head down low, digging her face into the snow like some childish peekaboo maneuver. At least her silhouette was broken up!
“Was war das für ein Geräusch?” One of the men below her asked, his head on a swivel as he continued to survey his surroundings.
“Muss der Wind gewesen sein,” one of his comrades answered crossly, not realizing he was… well at least right technically. It just wasn’t a conventional wind!
After a few minutes, Polina peered over the side of the hill from her little nested position to see if the coast was clear. She was relieved that the small patrol of men was moving on and had gone past her and upwind from her.
“Idiots,” she whispered with a giggle as she watched them march on, of course not having the self-awareness to see that she had almost blown her cover and likely would have died because she simply let a fart out on accident! This wasn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence either, the sniper had some notoriety within the unit for being a rather flatulent moron! In her defense, the usual diet of vegetable stews as the main staple ration for those in her neck of the front lines would give most people GI issues.
MMBRRRLLARRRBBBTTTT
Another cabbage brap blew into the atmosphere and echoed off the hillside, the sniper not registering all of the bubbles in her bowels until it was already ripping out! The patrol was alerted again, looking around frantically a second time. Polina had to keep her head low again, but this time her ass betrayed her some more for good measure!
FFLRRAARRAARRBBT
She ripped another loud cabbage soup-induced fart, egging the men below in their search even more and helping them hone in further to her position! The sniper grunted and put her arm behind her ass, fanning it quickly to hopefully thin the smell out in the air if the men below came up to investigate where she was lying.
“Ich schwöre, es kam von hier,” a voice announced, distant but drawing closer to Polina’s position! The sniper cursed and got into the snow deeper to hide herself, her body buried in the powdery white stuff a few minutes later. The hefty crunch of footsteps drew closer as the hillside was investigated by two of the soldiers, the men looking around. One of the men picked up on the stink in the air, his face turning sour.
“Mein Gott, bist du das?!” he exclaimed, coughing and fanning at the air in disgust before glaring at the second man who had come up with him.
“Nein, wovon redest du?” The second soldier asked before he too got caught up in the cloud. He started to cough himself, feeling nauseous because of the foul farts still hanging around! “Du Arschloch, das hast du getan!” the second soldier declared, getting over the smell enough to glare at the first soldier.
“Nein, es muss einfach hier oben gewesen sein!” the first soldier insisted after his friend denied responsibility over the smell and flipped the script.
Polina was still lying while entrenched in the snow, listening to the two men argue over who was responsible for her stink. It was humorous to her; a couple of idiots sniffing her farts while casting blame on the other for the nauseous scent!
ffffllrrrrppphhhhssshhhhttttt
She freshened the stink trail up for them with a high-pressured hisser. Some of the snow around her ass even melted due to the rip’s heat! The Soviet heard the two Germans begin to choke as the more recent stench punched them in the head and they continued to argue loudly with each other while walking away from her hiding place.
Once they had left, Polina stuck her head out of the snow just enough to get a look around. There was no sign that the enemy was still up close to her position so she climbed out of her entrenched hiding spot. She was used to harsh winters, but staying fully buried under the snow like that still took a toll on her. It also wasn’t a great idea to get her clothes soaked; the sniper wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer but she was smart enough to not need to learn this the hard way!
As night started to set in around her, she decided that it was time to reposition. Her current spot had been compromised anyway, and this was her chance to move under the cover of darkness and advance closer to the German line. Her main mission was to go and observe the enemy and report any important findings back to her superiors as well; the only shot she was to take was either in self-defense or if she had an easy shot on a high-value target like a high-ranking enemy officer. She remained on the high ground but began to trudge through the fresh snow in the same direction that the enemy patrol had gone. The moon provided enough light for her to hike around towards the enemy front while also remaining concealed on the hillside. After two or so hours of harsh land navigation, she could see light pollution in the distance. The reconnaissance specialist got on her stomach and took some spy glasses out of a pouch strapped to her thigh, peering over towards the direction the light was coming from. It was a large, winding section of German trench. She could see movement from soldiers moving around both in and out of the trenches, some of them were also standing around and smoking cigarettes.
“Perfect, I should be safe from here…” she thought aloud, confident she was far enough away from the enemy to spy on them from this spot without being detected, especially with the assistance of the night. Polina decided she would lay here until morning and crawl away as day broke to make her retreat back to the Russian encampment and report her findings.
She watched the movements of the enemy in silence for the next hour approximately; it seemed that there wasn’t anything going on in the distant trench or the superiors were all laying low since she only could spot lower enlisted infantry wandering around with the occasional senior NCO or junior officer. With all the time to settle, her stomach was soon grumbling with more stink demons to be cast out! Polina either didn’t notice or didn’t care; she was back far enough that they wouldn’t be able to hear her let loose. She wasn’t typically a loud farter anyway.
BbllLRlrRrRArrrBBllLLrrPPppTT
She farted casually, the back blast barely even going across her radar. The smell was intense, but she didn’t pay it much attention. The push of gas out of her ass freed up space in her stomach and made her realize how hungry she was since her last meal was hours before! Polina retrieved a tin of cured pickled fish from one of the pouches hanging off of her uniform and peeled the aluminum lid off before taking a small salty fish from the can. The fish went down the hatch head first and she swallowed it whole, letting out another fart as she ate like it was nothing!
MMBRRLLRRRUURRPPTTT
This one was much louder and also had a more pungent stink to it, though Polina paid it no mind. She could feel the weight of shit in her bowels too, but the Soviet wasn’t worried about it. She would worry about that later; it wouldn’t take long to bury a hole somewhere to take a dump in.
She set the tin of fermented fish in front of her and picked the binoculars up again, staring down at the enemy line once more while enjoying her midnight snack surrounded by her funky farts. Polina was lucky that the trench was quite a distance away or she would be getting investigated again by some disgusted German soldiers!
“Ah, there we are!” she remarked to herself as she spotted someone of interest at long last. What appeared to be a high-ranking Bundeswehr officer was making rounds around the inside of the dugout. She could tell that he was a bigger deal from his looks; the officer not only dressed much more sharply and smartly than the surrounding men, but he was visibly much cleaner. The other soldiers in the trench were looking dirty and battle-worn. Dirt and mud were caked on their uniforms while this officer’s uniform only had a thin layer of powdered snow. The other men also looked sickly; exhausted from the conditions that the environment and fighting in the war had brought upon them. The officer looked clean-shaven and well-rested. Polina whispered a prayer under her breath and drew her rifle closer, knowing this was one of the targets she could blow her cover early for if she had a clean shot at him. The wind, light conditions, and distance would not make it easy. The officer was also covered by trench walls. She would either have to wait for him to walk up in elevation to expose more of his body or roll the dice on scoring a head or neck shot.
FFLLRRUURRARRRPPPTTT
Another casual fart would pass out of the sniper as she spied on her target and weighed her options. She sighed, distracted now by her abdominal pain. Polina gave her stomach a firm push to force bloat out so she could focus again.
FFFFLRRUURRLLARRRAAAAAARRRSSSTT!
This was her loudest blast yet, and she cringed from how bubbly it felt on exit! Rotten shit stink shrouded her spot on the mountainside, and she couldn’t ignore it much longer. As this happened, she spotted the officer walking to a more open section of his trench, presenting her with a clearer shot. This was the opportunity she had been waiting for. She shouldered her rifle with her cheeks clenched tightly, trying to focus on taking a good shot but finding it hard as her stomach and intestines burned and ached inside of her! The officer’s chest aligned with the center of her scope and Polina drew a shaky breath before holding it in her lungs. Her finger tightened around the trigger firmly and after holding still for a moment, she squeezed down.
BANG!!
BBBBRRLLRRSSLARRRSHT!!!
The rife fired off a single precise 7.62 shot. It was true to its target and blew a hole in the officer’s chest. Polina watched the man yell up to the sky and clutch his chest before going down, several men running to him as he was put in the dirt by the bullet. She had released the tension from her body after taking her shot though, and the sniper felt a wet, sloppy warmth in her pants after the adrenaline died down. She sniffed the air and looked back, cursing as she saw a bulge on her ass. She had shit her pants! Peering back down at the trench below, she saw that the bewildered Germans were starting to look around for the shooter, a few even forming packs to go and try and find her.
“Blyat,” she swore again, grabbing her things before waddling away as fast as she could! Her nasty accident sloshed in her pants and she could feel the warmth of sloppy scat running down her legs and into her shoes.
The smell was rancid and followed her, but she didn’t pay much attention to it. She was much more worried about getting the hell away from that hillside as fast as she could! Her job was well done, but they were on the lookout and forming hunting parties for her!
SSPLLRRARRSHHHST
Another fishy shart slipped out of Polina’s plump butt as she tried to gallop through the snow, more waste pooling up in her socks after running down her legs!
“Disgusting…” she told herself after adding more to the accident, though she was still getting away from the German line.
After two hours of running back in the other direction from which she had originally come, gas and sometimes craps slipped out of her ass all the while worsening the filthy mess in her drawers, and Polina finally felt like she was close enough to the Russian line to slow down. The smell hanging to her had only grown stronger; you could smell her coming clearly before you could see or hear her! She rubbed her tender stomach to nurse it during this home stretch, walking about another hour through the thick snow before she could see the lights from the Russian encampment. She was humiliated by her accident now; the men had already given her a hard enough time, but they would never let her live this down. At least she had a good accomplishment to report to her superiors! Her bowels groaned one last time and she felt the weight in them, getting Polina to veer off course. While she still could, she was going to empty herself in peace. Polina found a nice and peaceful area outside of the camp to do her business and dug a hole in the snow with her hands before using her e-tool to make a shallow dent in the earth below. After clearing this, she pulled her ruined wool pants and underwear down and hung her nasty ass over top of it.
PPPLLRRRRSHHKKKTTT-BBLRRSHT-CRRKKKSTT
A good, gassy shit pushed out of Polina’s ass. The turds were trapped in the hole and her ass hanging over the snow, though some of the smell still slipped its way out of the hole and dissipated outwards. The sniper winced as the fresh scat stink hit her nose, but just kept doing her business until the plopping noises stopped. She looked down in the hole to get a look at her dump before moving the frozen dirt and then the snow back over the top of it to cover the scene. Finally, Polina used her ruined panties to scoop away shit chunks from her pants to try and salvage them as best as she could and then buried these as well, finally rinsing both the pants and her ass off with snow. She was cold, but at least it wasn’t immediately obvious she had crapped her pants!
Once she returned to the encampment, Polina beelined right to the tent where she slept. A few familiar faces greeted her and tried to wave her over, but she declined with a shake of the head and hurried off to her quarters before anybody could see her nasty secret. She got there and peeled the soiled pants down and off and quickly changed into dry and fresh panties and trousers. There was a pile of soiled and dirty clothes Polina had accumulated since last doing laundry, and the soldier stuck the garments right in the middle of the pile to hide them away and mask the scent as much as she could.
“Petrova! Get out here immediately and deliver your reconnaissance report to the commander!” An officer shouted outside. Polina jumped to attention but was at least happy she was fresh now. She got out of the tent and followed behind the officer. “You know that you are to report right away before going to do anything else, don’t do that again!” The officer told her sternly, though otherwise was oblivious to anything Polina was up to or hiding!
“I will make sure not to do that again sir,” She replied quickly, though she was massively relieved. She may have just gotten chewed out, but at least nobody found out about her slip-up!