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A Risky Fantasy: Ending (scat)

Tristan lay spread eagled on the floor of her bedroom a few minutes later, his brain sluggishly trying to work through everything that had happened to him. Reagan had left the room to get something. He blinked at the ceiling.

He had just spent god knows how long in his crush's bedroom with his face pressed into her ass as she farted non stop. Just a day ago, he would only have dreamed of seeing Reagan fart, and now he had just swallowed the wettest farts he had ever experienced, taken them right in the mouth and swallowed them. He was in shock. He had fantasized about this for his whole life, but now that it really happened, he didn't know how to feel.

For one, it smelled, sounded, and tasted horrible. It was the most disgusting thing he had ever done. It started off alright, not unlike the porn videos he so often watched, as Reagan farted in the hallway and in Alicia's room. But as time went on, her farts had become worse and worse. The became longer, wetter, and smellier, and soon she was making them smell them straight from the source, trapping him under her disgusting ass as she pushed all of her gas out on him. And then she had made him eat her farts straight out of her asshole. It was horrible.

So why did he like it so much? Why did he get the feeling that he would have the sensation of Reagan shaking her hips and farting with his head pressed into her asscrack in mind the next time he jerked off? Why was he so turned on when she teased him? He hated what she was doing, or at least he thought he did. But when she teased and taunted him, trapping him under her ass, telling him that he wanted to be dominated and humiliated, it turned him on like nothing else.

As he lay there in Reagan's bedroom, he realized that he had actually enjoyed everything that had happened to him. In fact, it was the best experience of his life.

But he was glad it was over. Now things could go back to normal, now he could go back to his life, and maybe the two of them could pretend this never happened. Now he would never feel the shame of being humiliated while a pair of firm buttcheeks blew farts into his mouth and nose. Now he would never-

The door opened, and Reagan walked in. She was wearing her shorts again, and she was holding a liter of Dr. Pepper and a tub of ice cream.

"Hey there," she said cheerfully, closing the door with her foot.

"Hey," he said, frowning. "Um, what is all that?"

"Oh, some Dr. Pepper and some ice cream. Bet you can't guess what it's for!"

"Uhhh," was all he could say as he watched her strut to the bed.

"When I combine these bad boys," she said, stopping in front of the bed and holding up the ice cream and the soda, "it'll be like an explosion inside of me. You won't stand a chance, toilet boy."

Tristan felt his heart plummet. His mouth dropped open and his eyes widened. He wanted to run, but he couldn't. He could only watch, feeling both very hot and very cold at the same time, as Reagan sat down at the edge of the bed and twisted the cap off her soda.

"Aw, did you think you were done?" she said with a huge smile. She started chuckling. "Oh Tristan, you are so cute. No, no, no. You're not finished. I'm gonna make you come again, just by farting on you. You won't have a choice, once my ass unloads this next bout of gas. I can't wait to ruin your mouth."

She raised the soda to her lips.

"I'm so glad I know you," she murmured, and Tristan watched in horror as she started chugging the soda, taking huge gulps as she tipped the liter bottle up more and more.

After a few moments, she stopped drinking and sighed with satisfaction, giving him a teasing smile as she reached for the ice cream.

"Boy, what a night for you, huh?" she said as she pried open the lid. "You've barely talked this whole night. Usually you talk more than me, but now look at you. All you can do now is watch."