Fart story one-shots 2!

Cheerleader Learns a Lesson

*This is a combined multipart story

As far as universities go, Golden Valley University was on the rise. It was becoming more and more recognized nationwide, and even began to develop a reputation internationally as a high end institution that churned out go-getters and people blessed and cursed with an overwhelming Type A personality. Academic performance was soaring, and soon enough, alumni from Golden Valley would be just as snobby as those notorious types from Harvard or Cornell. But Golden Valley was excelling in more than just academics. It's accomplishments in sports were brag worthy, and the University prided itself in its high performing sports department.

The cheerleading squad was no exception.

The dining hall of the east dorms had an area in front of it with round tables, complete with large overhead umbrellas. Sitting at one of these large tables was Anna, easily the smallest girl on the school's cheerleading squad. She sat with her elbows resting on the table, eating a bean and cheese burrito, by herself. As she chewed, she felt gas bubbles moving through her system, and a corner of her mouth hinted at a smile as she decided she needed to fart.

Anna was very pretty. She had the kind of big light brown eyes that would make one lose their train of thought, eyes that were cute but with an undeniable sensuality that made them fascinating. And the luscious shape of her plump lips definitely added to her appeal, plus her slightly tanned skin was flawless. Her smiles were radiant, her voice was captivating, and all in all, her heart shaped face was pretty darn cute. Her wavy brown hair, which usually went down to her shoulders, was tied back, and most of her forehead was covered in bangs. Also, her slender body still benefited from some appealing curves, curves which were evident even in the casual t-shirt and shorts she was wearing.

But out of all the cheerleaders that jumped and twirled during Golden Valley's games, Anna was by far the smallest one. And this did her no favors. She frequently became a target for harassment and teasing from the rest of her team, but there was one girl who stood out as the worst of them all: Grace. Grace had chosen Anna as a target from day one. The other girls might poke fun at her height every once in a while, and maybe lean on her with their arm propped against her shoulder as if she was an inanimate object, but Grace flat out bullied her. Out of all the people Anna had met in her life, Grace was the worst. And on top of bullying Anna, she was terrible to everybody else.

As she recalled an incident where Grace had locked Anna inside of a locker, Anna's urge to fart slowly grew. She remembered how she'd reported all of the things Grace had done, with evidence, and how the university did nothing about it. The school didn't seem to be willing to risk their cheerleading team's reputation or performance by doing anything about Grace's behavior.

As she thought about Grace, she heard footsteps, as well as Grace's voice approaching her from behind. Anna turned and looked over her shoulder to see Grace walking towards her, holding a milkshake, as she talked to one of her many orbiters.

As usual, Grace was dressed in an outfit that resembled the typical school girl uniform. A white button down top with a thin light blue vest, and a plaid knee length skirt. Her socks nearly reached her knees. The outfit might have looked a little odd and corny, but as usual, Grace was beautiful enough to pull it off.

Her raven hair was long and very thick. The front two locks were tied back in a somewhat conservative hairstyle, revealing her gorgeous face. Her skin was pale, and her pretty dark eyes stood out, drawing attention wherever she went. Her pink lips were perfect, and her face had a strong elegant bone structure, with sharp cheekbones. Grace had the face of a queen, but the also had the aura of someone who was teacher's pet, popular girl, and hot girl all at once. And she was definitely hot, with curves that could bring all the boys to the yard without even trying.