Skunk Girl
by splat

Sarah was a shy, sweet girl who preferred to remain unnoticed- she liked to sit in the back of the class and read books, especially mangas. She was considered strange by her peers, as she was introverted and shy. She lacked confidence in all aspects of herself, though she got good grades and was beautiful under her oversized-shirts.

One rainy Thursday afternoon, after a particularly uninteresting math class, Sarah began her usual walk home. As she passed by the stores and shops she normally passed, looking around at the scenery and enjoying the soft scent of the rain, she noticed something unusual- a fortune shop had appeared where there was nothing before. Or maybe it hadn't- she usually walked home with her nose in a book, she had probably just missed it before. 

Suddenly, a large gust of wind struck her, and the rain poured in a painful torrent. She clutched her books close, and dove into the strange shop to protect herself- and her books- from the hard rain.

"hello..." cackled a wise voice, tinted with a bit of insanity. Sarah turned, startled, to see a short old woman bent over the store's counter.

"oh, I'm sorry! The rain picked up and I needed a place to get out of....it" she said, awkwardly. She then realized how selfish she must sound, stopping in someone's store just to avoid the rain. She began browsing the shelves- love potions, spellbooks, incense. Many magical-looking items crowded the walls and shelves, it was hard to move without brushing up against an expensive looking artifact.

Sarah felt a rumble in her gut, she had to fart- she was terribly shy about farting, she rarely farted in front of her parents. She would find an empty room and let it rip as quietly as possible.  Fortunately for her, though, she only farted about five or six times a day. This one would be he her first today, and she couldn't hold it anymore, she had been holding it since lunch at school. She walked into the corner as far away from the old woman as she could get before letting it out slowly in tiny, quiet pops and the occasional wet toot.

Poppp poopopop pop popppooopop bllt trrnnnnt pllllp pllt plrt pop BRRRAAAPPP- she had accidentally let the rest go early, and it was quite loud. She froze like a deer stuck in the headlights, sure that a deaf person would have at least felt the vibration of that one. It smelled, too, mildly of eggs. Sarah had a weak constitution- powerful smells made her gag.  she nearly died when the old woman called out 

"come here, girl."

She walked over slowly, afraid she was going to be scolded for ripping one in the woman's store.

"how about a free fortune reading, guaranteed to be true?" 

"sure," said sarah, relieved that she wasn't being yelled at.

The old woman looked into a generic crystal ball, which promptly clouded with colorful smoke.

"the skunk," she started, and smiled slightly as Sarah blushed with embarrassment, "is a creature with beautiful markings. However, not many get past it's reputation to see. You feel you are lonely now, but you are ignored. Skunks are shunned. Skunks can do nothing to change who they are born as- but they don't need to to be great creatures. Skunks find mates even though they are what they are, and you can too. To prove it, see how it feels to be a skunk, and see how you like your existence now!" she cackled, as lightning struck right outside the door to the shop- Sarah turned, startled by the blast. she noticed it was the first lightning she had heard all day, despite the stormy weather. She turned back, but the woman was gone. Sarah was rather creeped out by the crazy woman's weird words, but she shrugged it off. The woman was obviously insane, who believes in fortune teling anyway, let alone open a shop for it? She left the shop, seeing that the storm had died down. On her way home, she felt another little burble- she was alone and outside, so she decided to just let it rip. BBBBRRRRRRNNNNNNMMMMMTTTT- it exploded wetly through her panties out into the air, and she giggled at how loud it had been. She wondered what she could have eaten to do that.  The smell hit her, and she gagged audibly- it was powerful and potent, the worst smelling fart she had ever witnessed. Even her sister, (who started her weak constitution for smelly things by  sitting on her face and letting the most foul, bubbly farts to man and womankind after eating thai food one night) was no match for this disgusting, sulfurous stink.

What the hell did she eat to do this?! Suddenly, she felt something strange in her lower back, a tickling sensation. Was she going to cut another horrid fart? She hoped not, the smell was still lingering and following her, even after she had been walking for a good three minutes in the windy outside. She felt something strange happen, like a popping sensation. She felt behind her with her hand, only to grab onto something long and furry. She turned, bewildered, to see a large, black, white-striped tail protruding from her lower back. She turned to run, and tripped on herself. She picked herself up and ran home as quickly as possible, and locked herself in her room. On the bright side, she wasn't changing anymore, the tail was all that appeared. it stuck out over her loose pants. She was lucky to be wearing them, they had been pushed aside easily. If she had been wearing tight jeans, there would have been no room and her tail may have broken.

She pondered for a second and wondered if it would have even hurt- she pinched the skin of her new appendage and winced at the sting. Yes, she could feel it. She could also wiggle it about a little by concentrating on it.  She sat on her bed, her tail unfurling behind her. She felt another rumble and decided to let it out before thinking about it- she lifted her right ass cheek off the bed and PPPPRRRRMMMMMMMMMSPLRRRRRRBBBLLLRT- it started as a moist, long toot and ended on a deep bubbly note. She recoiled in horror, remembering her last fart. This one was just as smelly ,and she gagged when it got to her nose.  She tried fanning it away, but to no avail. She got up and left her room, moving to the other end and downstairs of her house. It wasn't long before the entire house was full of the potent aroma, and the stink lasted several minutes before finally dissipating. All the while, Sarah gasped and coughed on her own disgusting fart. The stink must have come from being skunklike, and she was sure she had been cursed by the fortune shop woman. 

She stood there, trying to figure out what she should do-  she couldn't go out in public with a giant skunk tail, and she definitely didn't want to cut one of those extreme farts in school... She heard the doorknob to the front door jiggling! Her parents were home from work! She couldn't let them see her in this condition! She bolted to the stairs and turned the corner just as they walked in the door. She scurried into her room, and looked around panicked for anything that could hide her tail. She finally found a length of ribbon, after searching her room and spreading clothing everywhere. She tied the ribbon around her tail and torso,  binding them together. The tail fit perfectly along the curves of her spine, her long, oversized shirts making it completely unnoticeable.  After a few minutes of checking her disguise in the mirror, she heard her parents calling her down for dinner. 

She went downstairs to eat, her parents had brought home pizza. She decided that greasy food would be a bad combination with her already disgusting gas, so she made herself a  salad. 
"why are you eating a salad? Don't you want pizza?" asked her mother
"I just want something more healthy today," said sarah, half truthfully.
"...is this because you're concerned about your weight?" asked her father- the knew that their daughter lacked confidence, and worried about her wellbeing.
"no, I'm fine" said sarah. She had almost finished her salad when she felt the urge to fart again, and it was powerful. She jumped up from the table and ran to the stairs. About half way up, the urge reached it's pinnacle, and she stopped to avoid letting it out. She lifted her leg to take another step up, but the movement caused the fart to slip out into a  quiet, juice-filled rasp- PPPPLLLLPRRRRRMMMMVVVVVVVVTTtttttt- she managed to quell the tide at half, and gasped as the smell reached her- she could not get used to farts this stinky, each one burned her nose and lungs; she thought she was going to die. Within seconds, the smell hit the downstairs dining room, and she heard her parents coughing and choking, blaming eachother for the powerful stink. She ran to her room, embarrassed. She untied her tail and laid in bed, feeling disgusting for her horrible fart problem. The other half of the fart which she had managed to subside began churning again. The smell was already potent in her room, and she didn't care anymore. laying sideways to avoid crushing her tail, she let it rip into her blankets. PRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTSLPLLTTT, she cringed at the liquid-sounding ripper. The aroma hit her hard, being all pent up in the blanket. She burrined her nose in her pillow, but the incredible fart permeated through the fabric and into her lungs. She eventually went to sleep, between gut-wrenching farts. BBBBLLLRRRNT, BRRRRMP, BLRT, PRRRRIIIiiiiIIIPP- she let loose a series of moist farts into her bankets, each one filling the entire house with intense sulfur. 

After an unfulfilling night of being constantly awoken by her own stink, she got up to go to school. She was unsure how this would play out- she would hold her gas as long as possible and blame the smell on something else... but to do that, she had to know if she could even let them out silently.   She decided to practice with the next farts she felt, while still laying in bed. Almost immediately, she felt a bubble of gas pushing on her stomach. She pushed it out as slowly as she could, but failed tremendously when it instead came out as a long, deep rumble. Again the scent washed over her, and her eyes watered at it's potency. She decided that maybe the converse would work- she tried with her next fart to push as quickly as possible, to make it all go away at once. BLRRNNTSS- it erupted wetly into her panties, and she shuddered at the thought of how her underwear must look after such bombardment. She went downstairs to the bathroom, stripped off her juiced panties (which she had first felt splatter sometime during the night) and hopped in the shower.  While washing (she had no idea how she was supposed to wash her tail, so she just left it alone) she felt yet another fart brewing- she let it out carefully and slowly, and managed to quiet it to tiny rasps and pops. It still stunk massively, however, and she gagged as she was begrudgingly forced to breathe it.

She tied up her tail as she had the night before, and headed off on the walk to school.
She went to school feeling sick to her stomach, not just from nervousness, but from the gas that was building rapidly in her intestines. She let it out before entering the building in a long, warm, controlled rasp. FFFFfffFffffffffffFfffffrrrrrrrrrrrTTTttttttttttttttttttt
She sighed in relief, shamefully admitting to herself that letting it out felt good. She rushed past the few students standing outside the doors before class, the smell following her for about a hundred fifty feet into the school. By some miracle, and by moving quickly, she lost it amidst the halls while behind her people choked and punched eachother for cutting such a nasty fart. She was fine until chemistry, when the gas buildup was to such an extreme she barely dared move her pencil hand for fear of letting it slip out. By some miracle, one of the goth girls in the class decided it would be funny to light a fart on a bunson burner. She placed her black-cloaked ass in front of the flame, and Sarah took her chance. She let out her fart as slowly as possible, cutting it up into tiny rasps and pops, and it sometimes even flowed silently between her asscheeks and the chair, which surprised her. The fart came out very warm and burned on the way out, but the release of gas felt so good that she had to stop herself from sighing again. The slow release of gas must have lasted twenty seconds. Meanwhile, the goth girl (whose name might have been kristal) let hers rip loudly onto the open flame. BRRRMPLT-fwooom-  the students roared with laughter as her ass caught fire for the half-second she had released gas. They quickly went from laughter to disgust, choking on the most putrid fart smell they had ever witnessed. "EWW KRTISAL! Fuck!" shouted one of her black-cloaked accomplices. The other girl punched Kristal in the arm, while kristal blushed, purely emarassed about the smell, and slunk back to her seat. 

Sarah somehow survived until the end of school, and rushed home releasing her gas full-force once she was outside. PPPPRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPTTTT- she rushed and once again managed to outrun the stink, though a mildly pungent aroma stayed with her.  She ran to where the fortune shop to make the old woman change her back. When she got to the place it had been, she found nothing. Not even a closed shop, just an empty lot. The wind blew and made her shudder. She started crying, frustrated with her curse and the pain it was causing her. She ran home, unleashing her gas one more time before she got inside. She untied her tail and laid in bed, crying. She needed someone to comfort her, but how would she get a boyfriend with farts this pungent?  Her parents came home, but she stayed in bed. She let her farts rip as they came, to depressed to defend herself from the sulfur. 

She could vaguely hear her parents choking on her gas from downstairs. Then it happened- as the was cutting one of her deadly farts, her mother came in her room. Sarah hadn't even heard her approach.  Her mother was about to tell sarah that she thought there was a gas leak, and that it could be dangerous to stay in the house until a plumber looked at the pipes. However, her thought was interrupted by a gigantic, wet fart- BBBBBBLLLLLLRRRRRRMMMPPPPPSPPSPSPS- and the same smell that had plagued them before filled the room. She looked wide-eyed at her daughter as she jumped up in bed, knocking off her blankets and revealing a long, bushy skunk tail. Sarah was rushed to her doctor's office, her mother convinced that she had some disease that caused painfully smelly gas and growths on the lower torso. Sarah cut a tiny puff in the car before she realized it, and it took five minutes to air out the car with the windows rolled down. She entered her doctor's office embarrassed and shy-feeling. She was alone when her doctor entered and said "well, let's see what we've got here..."

Sarah, embarrassed, closed her eyes as tight as she could and pulled down her pants, revealing her long, black tail. "very interesting," said her doctor's tinny voice, which sounded different somehow. She opened her eyes, not to her tall male doctor, but to the very same old woman who had cursed her to begin with.  She yelped with surprise. 
"yes, I can do things like this," said the old woman. "so, how's your new power working for you?" she asked, grinning slyly. 

"what do you mean power?!" cried sarah, angered at the old woman's games.

"this power is proving to you that you are worth something despite what some may see as a sickness or weakness." She said, coolly

"enough!" yelled sarah, surprised at her own wrath. She pushed the old woman into the wall with her ass, smothering the old woman. "you will tell me how to cure it, or I'll tortue you with your own stupid idea of power!" she yelled. The woman  though for a second and replied-
"you need to find your worth, and have it proven to you."

"not good enough!" said sarah, feeling cruel. RRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNTTTTTT She unleashed her gas into the woman's face, the force going through the old woman and into the wall, causing them to tremble impressively.  Sarah laughed as the old woman turned red from the smell, she wiggled her ass cruelly, to smear the smell in. her tail had wrapped around the woman's face. Sarah noticed in glee that when it did so, it created a nearly airtight container- she could barely smell any of the horrible fart. The old woman was forced to smell all of it, farts that could fill a house, confined to a half-inch of space between her asscheeks 

When she felt she old woman had had enough, Sarah let up by a few inches.
"I'll ask you again, how do I cure it?" she said, calm but with a razor's edge to her words.

"ok, ok, a boyfriend! You need a boyfriend! Once you get one who will accept you despite your smell, the scent the haunts you will haunt you no more!" sarah let up, and the old woman quickly disappeared into the air.

Sarah returned home, clutching in her hand the placebos she knew would do nothing. Her mother insisted that it was medicine and that it would help, but Sarah was smart enough to realize that there was no such thing as skunk-tail medicine and that they had undoubtedly given them sugar pills or vitamins to make it look like they knew what they were doing. She ran up to her room to watch TV or do homework, as she did every night.

She felt an itch on her butt, so she reached down to scratch it. While her hand was down there, she felt the need to fart again. She let it out on her hand, both liked and was grossed out by the feel of it rumble out over her hand. BRRRRRRMMMMPPP She felt disgusting to admit it to herself, but if it wasn’t for the cruel smell, she would actually enjoy pushing out farts. The smell hit her and she coughed. Her lungs burned. She couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to be facefarted with that potency. She thought of how it must have smelled to be that old woman. She deserved it for cursing her, and she loved the thought of how terrible it must have been for her. She pushed out two more small pops and imagined that old hag’s face being there, and all the other people who had been mean to her over the years. She imagined forcing them to smell her stinky, inhuman(e) farts all day, punishing them for their cruelty.

Her mother walked in and coughed on the fumes (though they spread through the house alarmingly, the smell was most concentrated closer to the source), she tried to wave the smell away. “your sister just called,” she said, “ she’s coming over for a few days, so we’re making up the guest bedroom for her…. And from now on, do you think you could warn us before you have to…flatulate?” she asked, embarrassed. “the smell is pretty bad, and we would like a head start…” Sarah simply flushed and looked away. At dinner, her father brought up her curse again. “ Sarah, we want you you to know that we still love and respect you, even if you have this… illness. We still accept you and will stand by you through it. Ok sweetheart?”

Sarah had been holding in her gas since her mother had asked her for a warning- she was to nervous and shy to say it. The gas chose this moment to erupt into the hard wooden chair. BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTTTTTPTPTPTPtttpptt- it lasted at least 7 seconds and the stink filled the room before it stopped rumbling out of her petite body. Her tail, which she left untied as her family now knew about it, tensed as she released her blast. Aside from the fact that she had just busted massive ass (or helped by it), she looked extremely cute, her face flushed from embarassment and the massive amount of gas she had released. Her parents promptly stood up and rushed out of the building, not daring to reenter for a good 6 minutes.

She farted a few more times that night, nervously and shyly calling out each one. “I… I have to… fart… again” she said, almost crying from how disgusting it made her sound. Her parents would leave and she would bust a fart into her panties and choke on her own smell. MMMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHTTTT- she was having raspy toots tonight.

She fell asleep late (it was a weekend) and awoke with her face between a pair of denim-coated asscheeks, a pair she remembered well. She felt a rumble on her face- BLLLLLLRRRRRMMMPP- her sister had just cut one of her signature bubblers on her face. Sarah cringed at the prospect of smelling it, but was surprised to find a sort of sweet aroma, like cedar wood or pine.

“Time to wake up, baby sis!” called her evil sister. She was only two years older, but took every chance she got to demean and terrorize Sarah. “EWW, eggy! “ She said, as she fanned her fumes away from her face. “My farts have been particularly bad today, you’re lucky I chose now to stop by or you would have missed them!” she taunted.
Sarah couldn’t believe her sister was actually calling these bad! They were almost pleasant! She remembered her own gas problem when she felt a tiny bubble pressing against her ass. She pushed out a series of hard pops- PRRUP PRUP PRP PRUP- Then she understood- she was so used to her own terrible gas that her sister’s no longer had an effect on her! Her sister caught wind of the fart and began coughing. “GROSS! Was that mine?!” she cried, looking appauled. Sarah used her sister’s temporary confusion to get out from under her ass, and pushed her down onto the bed. She sat down onto her face, her ass covered only by the thin panties she had slept in, ready for some revenge for all the farts she put up with.

“you like farting in my face?” sarah asked her sister. “well, what goes around comes around!” She unleashed her bountiful morning gas in a long, concentrated puff that turned into a high, wet squeak on occasion. ppppfffffffffftttttttttttTttmmmmttttMMMmmmMMmtttttffffffft. Her sister writhed in agony from the horrible smell, but Sarah wouldn’t let up. She let her tail curl artound her sister’s face, sealing the area air tight, concentrating a house’s volume of gas in a centimeter of space. Sarah laughed and her sister spamsing on the bed. She unleashed a few more small pops= PRULP PRIP PRITP PRITPT- they sounded a bit squishy, but she didn’t mind, since it was just more torture for her sister. She realized that with her tail warpped around her sister’s face, she couldn’t smell her farts anymore! not only was her sister forced to sniff up all of her lethal gas, but sarah didn’t gag from it either! She felt unfulfilled somehow, and figured that if she truly wanted to understand her sister’s suffering (and thus make it more enjoyable) she would have to take a small sample. She lifted her asscheek a little bit, noticing the moistness on the back of her panties caused by either her own wet farts or her sister’s moist breath. She let some of the fart slip away from the tiny space and fill the room. She sniffed deeply, her eyes watered at the smell but she loved the thoiught of her sister sniffing the same, ultra-concentrated gas.

“pretty smelly down there, isn’t it sis?” she asked, returning her sister’s taunts. She pushed out another short one. BRRRRRLLLT BBRLLLT BLLLT She wasn’t sure if this was phyiscally possible, considering the pressure and volume that must be between her asscheeks and sister’s nose. Then again, skunk tails weren’t a common occurence either.

“I have an idea…. I’m going to fart on your face until I shart.” She was alluding to the times when her sister would do the same thing- sit on her face and let rip until she either got bored or messed herself. Sarah felt her sister shudder, possibly even trying to break free. She must have been weakened by a lack of oxygen, though, and her resistance offered only to bury her nose further in Sarah’s ass.

Pffffffff- Sarah let out a cute little puff and giggled as she heard her sister moan from the power. “aww, what are you complaining about? I haven’t even let a big one yet!” she said, taunting her sister further. She gyrated her round yet overlooked ass on her sister’s face, feeling a gigantic bubble brewing. When she couldn’t hold it any longer, she pushed down on her siste’rs face and pushed out her gas with all her strength- BRRRAAAAAPPPT! BRRRRUUUMP BBBBBBRRRRRNNNNTTTT Prrrrrruuuuuuuuupppppppppppppp- three massive bassy rippers followed by a very long, quiet rumble. “you’re so lucky,” she teased her sister, “not many people get to hear me fart, let alone sniff them!”
She decided to unleash all of her pent up gas and splatter her sister’s face. She had ripped splatter farts before, by accidentally pushing too hard. Now she would do it intentionally. She pushed her weight down and squeezed out the last of her gas- SPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRLLLLLLTTTTTTTT- it was clearly wet, and sarah almost stood up to run into the bathroom to wipe. She stopped herself in time though, remembering the stink that would await her if she did. “I’ll make you a deal sis… sniff my farts until the smell is gone, and I’ll let you go. If you lie and I stand up and the smell gets out, then I’ll just have to keep you here for the rest of the weekend…” she slowly ground her ass into her sister’s face, to emphasize the point. She relished the tiny, soft squishing noise it made as she smeared the fart stained panties over her face. She giggled as she heard her sister take a deep, long sniff, undoubtedly in an attempt to get rid of the gas faster.
If only she had a permenant fart-sniffer, to keep away the smell… but who would ever do that? She would have to pay hundreds for someone to go through that sort of torture…
finally, about ten minutes later, she felt her sister grab her hand- she was signaling that the smell was gone. Sarah stood up and sniffed the air deeply, looking for any excuse to continue the fart-torture. Her sister had been efficient though, and Sarah didn’t have the cruel heart to lie and force her into more facefarting. She went downstairs to get a glass of milk, leaving her sister to regain her strength. Surprisingly, she had used up her gas for most of the afternoon. When her sister finally decided to go home, Sarah went downstairs to see her off. She went outside and walked up to her car. She opened the door, stuck her butt inside and pushed- PPOP pop popup- a series of tiny pops into her sister’s car. “don’t roll down your windows, or I’ll have to come and visit you” she said sweetly. The smell had already permeated to the outside, so sarah quickly closed the door in order to keep the smell in. her sister drove off, eyes welling with tears from the smell.

The next morning, Sarah farted only twice- one large rumbler in bed, and a short, tight juicer in the shower. Sure enough, at school she felt the gas brewing. She would have to fart soon She felt the urge incredibly during one of her earlier classes, and she asked to go to the bathroom in order to avoid having to disguise it in class. She got to the bathroom and stood in one of the stalls. She felt that she could control the gas better standing. She tried pushing it out silently- and failed. BRRRRRUUUUUMMMMMPPPTTTTT- it must have lasted 4 seconds, and of course the smell was potent. “Who the hell cut that one?!” she heard a feminine voice call out- she had forgotten to check the other stalls! She blushed deeply and tried to hide, until a goth girl kicked in the door to her stall. “was that you? “ she asked, bewildered. Sarah confirmed, sheepishly. “wow, awesome!” the goth cried. “I’ve always wanted to meet someone with farts smellier than mine! Mine are notoriously bad. Here’s a deal though… every now and then, let’s play fart for fart- we fart in eachother’s faces to see who can stand it, until one of us give in. the winner will be the farting queen.” Sarah had found an asset she needed- someone to facefart and get away with it. This way, she could get rid of her gas without having to deal with the smell! This goth girl (whose name turned out to be Sam) seemed used to farts like her own, and wasn’t choking from the stink as was Sarah. Sarah would just have to put up with a few facefarts of her own, but after seeing how dilute her sisters were comparitively, this should be no problem.

Sam started wriggling around, and exclaimed joyfully “I have to fart! Looks like you’ll be in for the first trial!” Sam dictated that to facefart, the receiver would kneel behind and put their nose between the buttcheeks of the giver and sniff until the smell was gone. The first to pull away before the smell was gone would lose. Sarah knelt down and put her nose in Sam’s rather well formed ass- it was smooth and soft, and sarah almost liked it, until Sam unleashed hell in the form of a 5 second ripper. PRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPT Sarah sniffed, as per the bargain, ad nearly gagged on the intense sulfur. Although this fart wasn’t as powerful as her skunk farts, she was still disgusted even with her altered senses. Were her sense of smell normal, she assumed that this type of fart would be the one that lingered for several minutes, the kind you could actually taste. Sam giggled and shifted her asscheeks about until Sarah moved away when the smell had dissipated. Before she left, sarah felt another fart coming. She would use this time to unleash her last fart in school and test her fart-sniffer. She stood up and let Sam kneel, and enjoyed the feeling of having sam’s nose bury itself between her cheeks- it was so much different from having a face that kept trying to wriggle away up there. PRRRVVVMMmmmtttttfft pfffffffttttfff prrrmmmmmmvvvvt- She let out a long, muffled rasp and listened as sam sniffed. Sam was quite the trooper, she sniffed until it was all gone and seemed almost reluctant to leave even then. As they parted ways to go back to class, Sarah invited Sam over for the weekend. She felt guilty using her as a fart-sniffer, but it would only be until she got the curse lifted, and sam didn’t seem to mind the game.

Sarah couldn’t wait until sam came over, but her farts didn’t hold up- they rippled out (they were a bit soggy today) with or without a face behind them. When sam finally opened her door, Sarah (who had just cut a long, silent burner) felt almost disappointed that she didn’t have a big, long skunk-fart waiting for Sam. Sam HAD come prepared, however, and soon sarah was kneeling. BRRRRIIIIIIIPPPP- Sam let a fairly long, high-pitched ripper and sarah sniffed the goth’s gas- the smell was milder than before, but still potently sulfurous. They played halo until they had to fart again, and soon Sarah’s powers were kicking in. “ I have to fart!” she said to sam, loving how disgusting it sounded- sam knelt down and sarah stood and bent over slightly. Sam buried her nose in sarah’s ass crack. She definitely didn’t mind, and almost seemed to like it! Sarah felt her heart pound at the thought of letting one rip into the face of the girl who was enjoying her ass so much at this point. That would be so gross! She let sam sit for a bit and enjoy her ass before she tortured her with a fart- it was the least she could do for her sniffer.

then, PRRRAAAAAPPPP- she let loose a gigantic, slightly wet ripper. Sam sniffed loudly, seeming to like the fart as well! “How unusual” thought sarah, but she wasn’t going to question the motives of the one lifting her burden.

eventually, several farts each later, they went to bed. Sarah farted several times in her sleep, and couldn’t help but imagine Sam’s face behind them. She was sure that sam was enjoying them from the other end of the room.

Sarah woke up in the morning, and groggily sat up and threw her legs over the edge of her bed. Sam was awake and reading a book. Sarah decided to take a shower, so she told her plan to sam. She ripped her morning gas into her mattress- it was extremely juicy and bubbly and lasted at least 10 seconds. “eww sarah! I’m glad you didn’t cut that one on me!” sam cried. Sarah giggled, then cringed at the smell and walked out of her room to the bathroom.


Sam loved this girl. Well, maybe love wasn’t the best word- but she did love the immense gas this girl had. Sam had always had a fetish for farting, and she had discovered that she was bisexual several years earlier. She looked for every opportunity to use the bathrooms at school in the hopes that one of the other girls would fart in there- she had even gone out with one of her friends, who she had “converted” into the fetish. And then there was Sarah- she cut the most powerful farts sam had ever smelled- including her own. It had been torture over the night, listening to her farts and smelling them from so far away- even though they spread powerfully and potently, they were never the same as directly from the source.

and then, this morning, Sarah just cut the nastiest fart she had ever heard! She needed a deep, long sniff from as close to the source as she could get. She looked down the hall, making sure sarah was gone. Then, she knelt before the spot on the bed sarah had farted on, and took a deep sniff. The sulfur filled her, and she loved it- it was so intense! And she remembered the powerful, bubbly sound it had made, all from this cute, normal girl! She almost creamed her panties at the thought.


Sarah realized, just as she got down the stairs, that she had forgotten a clean pair of panties. She rushed back up to her room, only to find Sam kneeling in front of her bed, sniffing the very spot she had just cut her wet fart. There was no doubt now, Sam really did like it! She wouldn’t do overtime for nothing, would she?