Fart story one-shots 2!

Mona the Malodorous Astrologist

This story contains yuri and fart fetish content. Read at your own discretion.

A short series of knocks sounded at Mona's door, which surprised her. She was in the middle of examining the stars in the night sky, so she was not expecting anybody to see her, of all people.

"Huh? Now, who could that be at this hour?" she wondered. She reluctantly hopped away from her telescope and marched over to the door. When she answered it, she saw that the one knocking was none other than Lumine.

"Uh, hey Mona..." Lumine shyly greeted, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Lumine...? Just what are you doing at this hour?" Mona asked. "And I hope you came here for something important... I was in the middle of something!"

"Well... It's not important...per say..." Lumine said, a slight blush forming on her face. "I was hoping there was something you could do for me..."

"Something I can do, you say...?"

Mona raised her eyebrow at Lumine's statement. It was strange that Lumine requested something from her specifically, but who was she to refuse?

"Well, you have my attention. What exactly do you want me to do?"

"What I want you to do...is fart in my face."

"..."

It took a few moments for Mona to process what Lumine just said. And when she finally did, her jaw dropped out of pure shock.

"You want me to WHAT?!" she exclaimed, her eyes bugging out. "That's... No! I-I can't! I won't!"

"L-look, I know this sounds pretty weird, but I'd really appreciate it if you did this for me..."

"O-out of the question!" Mona snapped back. "That's...that's far too disgusting! Besides, w-what made you think of c-coming to me in the first place...? My flatulence isn't anything special..."

"Oh, that... Well, you see... I've heard rumors about how smelly that butt of yours was..."

"... Rumors?" Mona repeated that last word, her face slowly growing pale. "W-what rumors...?"

"I...heard some people talk about a time where they saw you passing by some shops. As soon as you did, a terrible smell shrouded the area. It smelled so strong that some of the flowers wilted and people even passed out."

"Guuh..."

The astrologist stood there gobsmacked by the info Lumine just dropped. She recalled the time the Traveler was talking about. She was on her way back to her home when she felt some gas bubbling inside her. Thinking that it wasn't going to be so bad, Mona passed a deadly SBD from her plump buttocks. She had no idea the smell she concocted on that day was that foul.

"Er, Mona...?" Lumine asked, waving a hand in front of the astrologist's stunned face. "Are those rumors true...?"

Mona immediately snapped out of her daze when Lumine brought that question up.

"O-of course, not!" she exclaimed. "Those...those are n-nothing but baseless rumors!"

"Uh, are you sure...?" Lumine pressed on, much to Mona's annoyance.

"I am sure! I-I'm am not, in any way, shape, or form, as g-gassy as those rumors say! A-and even if they were true, I-I'm don't feel gassy at-"

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In that instance, the astrologist's tirade was silenced. Her thick, leotard-clad ass flapped as it dispensed a wave of swampy flatulence, like someone drowning a duck in water. Her face went bright pink as the horrid aroma of rotting eggs and cabbages swarmed around the duo. And when the smell wafted to Lumine's nose, she could confirm...that Mona's gas was better than what the rumors led her to believe.