Fart story one-shots 2!

Eula's Gassy Expedition Y/2nd alternative ending

Attention to all readers who have read Expedition Z. You may skip to the part where I've lined it with Y's, but I think it's best to refresh yourselves on the premise.

This is fart-fetish story.

You opened up the entrance to Eula's tent, a wide dish in one hand. A classic stir-fried dish, nothing special. Though the smell begged to differ. As soon as you entered the tent, Eula turned, rather excitedly, towards you. The strong fragrance of herbs and mushrooms filled the tent; you couldn't help but pat yourself on the back.

"Oh my...that smells...divine." Eula had her eyes closed, taking in the moment.

"I really don't understand why you decided to skip out on dinner. I'm sure you can make dishes like this too, why bother with the vegetarian stuff?"

"Must I spell it out for you everytime?"

"Heh...right, sorry."

To be honest, you got a little bit of a kick watching Eula slightly fumble whenever you brought up her schemes to hide her flatulence. It seemed to embarrass her to no end. You began to wonder what it would be like when she finally farted around you too.

"You're enjoying this too much...mark my-" she stopped herself. "Ahem..." she casted her gaze sideways, as if searching for something.

And now she was having trouble covering up her old habits. Damn! Drunk Eula really is something else!

You set the dish onto the ground, setting a makeshift table as Eula pulled out two bowls from her backpack. Two spoons poked out from the slightly steaming mass of succulent salvation. The two of you quickly went about organising the table. Tissues on the side, straighten out the mat, a bottle of alcohol...another bottle? Your eyes snapped back at Eula.

"What? I've brought plenty of the stuff, and it'll pair so well with the food."

"Are you sure it's wise for you to continue?"

"Oh, quit your nagging. I'm already going to have a killer hangover when I wake up tomorrow, might as well enjoy the night while it lasts."

You grabbed both bowls and began ladling in portions of the dish. You spooned a larger portion over to Eula's bowl. She was hungry...and Barbatos knows what this combination of foods will do to her. Eggs, mushrooms, and meat? Combined with her drinking? A part of you couldn't wait to find out. Eula scarfed the food down, paying no heed to formal etiquette. She was like a barbarian starved for too long. You had barely gone through half of your portion when she eagerly reached for seconds. Your body was on auto-pilot as your expectations sky-rocketed. And Eula, finally noticing you staring at her, suppressed a burp before slowing her pace, her cheeks lighting up. You stopped yourself from throwing in a remark, an icy grasp followed the words at the tip of your tongue. It's not worth it. You simply continued eating your food, still at a slower pace than Eula.

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"That was so good..." Eula laid back, bottle of alcohol in hand. "Give my compliments to the chef."

"I certainly will." you moved to pick up the utensils and plates, stacking it on top of the larger dish.

"Let me help you with that-"

"Don't worry, I got it. You can handle dinner and clean up tomorrow."

"Uh...sounds good."

Eula twirled the bottle in hand, a shadow passing over her face as she brought it closer to her lips. She stopped herself.

"Would you...share a drink with me?"

You turned to Eula, about to decline her kind offer. But something in her voice pushed you to reconsider.