Fart story one-shots 2!

Mia Needs a Toilet (request)

Sorry I haven't posted anything here in a while! Just got over my writers block and wrote this. This story was requested by u/KaizaToshiyuki*. It takes place in the middle of , so check that out if you haven't already.

Mia slid the sliding door leading back into the house open, stepping into the kitchen. A cool breeze from the backyard wafted in, ruffling the fur on her skunk tail and causing the fuzzy ears attached to her black and white hoodie to sway back and forth. She turned and slid the glass door closed again, and then adjusted her cute black short shorts as she looked around the kitchen, nervous excitement in her eyes.

As she started walking through the kitchen, past the people leaning against the counters and standing around holding drinks, a blush appeared on her cute face, her skin reddening under her drawn on whiskers and black nose. One thought kept repeated in her head:

Ted has a fart fetish.

Her feet, clad in converse sneakers and knee-length striped black and white socks, made their way into the living room as she looked for Ted. Her dark brown eyes darted around the room, taking in the faces of the party goers, looking for Ted's familiar thick curly hair and cute facial features. She couldn't believe that Ted, the cute boy in her anthropology class, was into farts just like she was.

While she walked, she got some glances from the people around her. Even dressed like a skunk, Mia was very pretty, with her quiet yet stunning brown eyes and her fit body with its subtle yet alluring curves. Nobody said anything, because most of them knew about her reserved nature, and a lot of those who didn't had heard about her farting in the living room earlier in the party. The story of Mia bombing the people on the couch with her farts would have spread faster if it was believable, but it wasn't, as nobody could imagine a girl like Mia doing what Karen had accused her of doing.

Still, there was nothing pretty about the thoughts going through her head as she walked through the house, searching for Ted. She wondered what he would do if he saw her farting. She thought about him touching himself, and imagined him fantasizing about her farting in class. An achy need grew between her legs as she moved through the living room, looking left and right, thinking about sitting on Ted and letting it rip right in his face.

She looked through a doorway on the other side of the living room, which led to a smaller room, filled with a couch, a couple of armchairs, and a TV against the walls. Her brown eyes widened, and she stopped in her tracks, her fluffy tail swaying gently behind her. Ted was sitting on the couch, controller in hand, playing video games with a couple of other people. Mia's lips parted as she slowly started stepping towards the doorway, her gaze locked onto Ted. He was staring at the TV screen, locked in an intense match with the person next to him.

Mia glanced at the TV screen as well, but she couldn't look away from Ted for long. She felt like she was in a dream. Part of her wondered if this actually was a dream, and she would wake up soon with her underwear completely soaked, alone and desperately horny in her bed. She leaned against the door frame, chewing on her lips, watching Ted.

Her stomach gurgled, and she realized she needed to use the toilet. A lot was moving through her digestive system, which she had expected, as she had eaten everything she could to give herself the worst gas possible tonight. Earlier that day, when she'd been eating the plates of beans and boiled vegetables and eggs, she'd hoped that she would be gassy enough to fart throughout the entire party, which would fit with the cute skunk costume she was planning on wearing. She'd fantasized about ripping farts left and right, grossing people out, halting conversations with her stench, and maybe even crop dusting party goers as she walked by them. But now she had a different fantasy in mind: she wanted to fart on Ted.