Story archiver here, this will be a combined chapter of 3 parts, i will post the links at the end of the story.
This is a fart-fetish story.
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"Cheers!"
Two voices roused in unison through the celebration of saké.
"Huaaa..! That's good stuff."
"Of course! I'd never dare to skimp on alcohol."
A pair of chokos came down onto the table simultaneously, the two parties exchanged a look before sliding their cups across the table–trading glasses with one another.
"Does anybody still uphold this tradition?"
"Sadly, no. Many of the more romantic lessons and culture died out during the years that you were away. The Shogun may have been an effective ruler at keeping stability, but it did no favours for the cultural side of things."
"...I see."
A bottle in each of their hands, the two poured out the remaining trickles of saké–down to the last drop–into their respective cups.
"I'm surprised you can match my pace now, Miko."
"Why of course~. Spending decades on your own does give some time to learn a thing or two."
"Yes, I guess it does."
The kitsune's ears twitched at Ei's comment. Yae formed a gentle smile before getting up from her seat and placing herself next to Ei. The true Shogun looked at her quizzically, unsure what to make of-
"Pardon me, two plates of Udon and Fried Tofu? Our signature dishes~" a sliding door shuffled open.
Ei blinked. Yae was already back in her seat with her usual poker smile as the waitress set down their snacks. Curls of thickly-white noodles sat separated from a steaming broth at the side, a savoury fragrance of umami wafted up to Ei's nose as the transparent covers came off the bowl of broth. Their private room washed itself over with the dashi's simple scent, and the air sizzled with the sound of freshly fried tofu not yet given time to set. Both of them could already imagine the thin crisps and crunch of the tofu's golden exterior, still dripping with greasy goodness.
Ei closed her eyes, relishing the moment.
"Your broth'll get cold, you know?"
Ei quickly grabbed her pair of chopsticks.
Their supper was quick to be ravished. Each grab at a fried tofu or slurp of udon was done hungrily, but with grace–not a crumb or drop of broth left behind. The pair cleaned their plates and bowls with simple swipes of their chopsticks. Not a trace remained, one might doubt that there was any food in the first place.
"I did try to warn you about this place's udon and fried tofu, especially when paired together."
Ei leaned backwards with a huff, her mouth still chewing on the explosion of flavours and textures. She replied to the fox priestess with a satisfied smile, shameless of the fact that she had eaten most of the tofu.
Yae clapped her hands twice.
"Yes madam?" a voice came from behind the sliding door.
"One more plate of fried tofu please. And bring out the desserts too!"
"Right away madam."
"I won't forgive you if you steal some of mine this time." Yae glared, though seemingly daring Ei to do it.
A few minutes later, two chilled bottles arrived at their table alongside another plate of fried tofu. Yae was quick to keep the plate on her side of the table, away from Ei's trying hands. However, the kitsune still relented two pieces to a pout that almost stopped her heart. It didn't take long before the fresh plate of tofu was empty once again.
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Fart story one-shots 2!
FanficStory archivist: Hi! its been a while and i.. its been a long month from making this book, I know and there and there has been in my head lately that... what if I expand the one-shots into, like 50-100 books I know it's ambitious but. think about i...