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Elora Goes West (preview, I guess?)

https://www.reddit.com/r/WomenFartStories/comments/hyo77u/elora_goes_west_preview_i_guess/

Hello, this is a preview I guess of a story I'm working on in a fantasy setting. In the long run I intend to make it a series of sorts, with multiple parts, but I decided I should post the first little bit I have because I haven't been very active lately and I would love to see some community feedback (and also so I have a reason to finish the story if I get writers block) This series will be a little wordy-er than my previous stuff because I'm really just trying to have fun writing it and in the spirit of this sub being a more creative version of the old one I wanted to make it unique. Anyways, that's all I have to ramble about, I'll probably delete this when I post the full story but feel free to give feedback/suggestions.

It was midmorning when Elora awoke to the soft sunlight streaming through the window of her room. Her large, green eyes opened slowly and her brown hair cascaded over her shoulders as she sat up in her bed, and the blanket fell away to reveal her loose, cloth sleeping shirt. The elven princess stretched, closing her half lidded sleepy eyes, and with a smirk and a satisfied grunt she unleashed a sizeable, albeit muffled fart into her mattress.

brrrmmmphh

She raised an eyebrow, unsatisfied, and pressed on her belly.

uurp

she belched.

"Ahhh," Elora sighed to herself. "That feels better." She took a moment to fully wake up, and then yanked the blanket from on top of her before sliding her long legs over the edge of the bed and stepping on to the ground. She crossed the room towards the mirror to put her hair in a traditional riding braid for the day's journey. As she approached she examined her body in the mirror. While she had no interest in carnal desires she knew that she was quite attractive. Her subtle curves and firm behind often drew looks, and sometimes those looks would become advances that Elora would refuse.

It was Elora's asexuality that had started her on this journey. Her parents knew she would not continue the royal bloodline, and so they decided that perhaps if she were to journey west she could find new opportunities for the high elves during her travels. Truth be told, Elora was very fond of this arrangement. She was far from a fan of the pressures of royal life, and found heading west into lands unknown to her with her group of royal servants and her freind and second in command, the elven night Arwen, much more preferable. "Speaking of pressures" she thought to her herself. With her hands still tying her braid she stuck her hips to the right and let loose another fart into her her thin cloth shorts.

brraaaapptt

Despite how used she was to the smell of her emissions even Elora was able to pick up a scent after that fart. She finished her braid, which flowed over her left shoulder down to her chest, and soon after there was a knock on the door. "Come in, I'm awake" Elora replied. The door opened and a servant girl entered with Elora's clothes for the day.

"Yes we uhh-" the servant stopped for a second. "We heard."

"Something wrong?" Elora asked, taking her clothes from the woman.

"I beg your pardon?" the sevant woman asked.

"You paused for a moment, when you came in, is something wrong?"

"Oh" the servant woman blushed slightly. "I was simply taken aback by the um, the smell m'lady"

"Huh" Elora remarked, struggling slightly to fit her rear into her tight riding pants "I don't smell anything"

"I believe that might be beca-"

"I know why"

"Ah, yes, ok, my apologies m'lady" There was a moment of awkward pause as Elora slipped her shirt over her head. "Would you like the royal carriage prepared or will you be riding horseback today, your highness?"

"Prepare the carriage please" They were still deep in the high elven kingdom, and Elora knew the roads well, with little interest to see them again. "We'll leave after breakfast and after I thank the innkeeper for his hospitality."

"I'll ready the party and have the proper preparations made, m'lady" The servant announced.

"Thank you, you are dismissed." Elora slid on a form fitting vest over her shirt and fastened the buttons. The vest squeezed her belly and she felt a pressure in her gut. Elora laid on the floor and bended her left leg, pulling her knee up to her chin while holding it there with both hands. She closed both eyes and pushed.

brrrrrrrrrmmmmmphhhhttttffffffsssss

urrap

brrt

bbt

As she pushed, a thick, swapy fart oozed from her ass and warmed her back side, followed by a belch and two smaller, equally warm farts. "Ahhhhhhh..." she sighed "there it is," She sat up into her own stink cloud and fanned her nose to try to escape the smell of rotten meat and spoiled soup. "Ooof, I could smell that one," she said to herself, chuckling a little. She opened the door to her room and looked out into the hall that lead to the main tavern of the inn. "Okay, Elora, time to start the day."