Fart story one-shots 2!

Her Primary Directive

This is an all in one combined part story -Story archiver

Also the 'warning below is from the author in the 1st part of the reddit post

Warning: This has some fetish stuff as well as being quite long. First time writing and I don't like smut being simply smut, so get some popcorn and get comfy because this is a little longer than you're usual fart fiction!

My parents always wondered who I'd be in my college years. Whether I'd be studying biochemistry or joining the new age of Techies that were growing in popularity, or maybe an athlete with a full ride scholarship to play Nullball. They always had high expectations of me. Think of it: a kid born from nothing with an aptitude of adaption. With no expectations, anything I could do would make them proud

So imagine how I felt thinking about them when my nose is up an android's ass and foul-smelling air is being pumped down my nostrils. Yeah, I can consider this a new low for them.

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A few hours earlier

My apartment door slammed loudly, quickly followed by a loud groan, "It's over!" Trevi announced from the kitchen, "The semester is finally over!"

Glancing up from my Screen, I watched as my roommate slammed her books on the counter and threw her knapsack into the shared closet between the kitchen and living room. She wasn't one for being fancy. Her university jacket was wrinkled, and her brown hair was in a sloppy bun.

I returned to the Screen, closing out the tab, "Could you not yell? My head still hurts from 'Ick'."

"All of our heads hurt, Erin. It's fuckin finals," Trevis mocked as she took off her jacket. When she turned to the sink, I could see the ink smeared on her wrist. The Campus could check for nanites feeding answers into our heads, but they still forgot about the 'cheat sheet sleeve,' "I swear, the only thing keeping my head from exploding is your coffee, and even that's making me twitch."

"You drank my coffee?" I sat up from the couch, "I thought I told you not to take my stuff from the fridge!"

She scoffed, "You still have some. And besides, how did you think I was going to make it? You may be a freak with those tests, but I need some extra oomph to pay attention in those boring lecture halls." Trevi paused her sentence, letting the water run over her hands. In my peripherals, I could see her wiggle her waist in the air.

BIBLBRT!

I raised an arm to my mouth as the smell wafted over to the living room, "Fuck! Trevi!"

She laughed maniacally, "Coffee doesn't just keep me awake you know."

"And that's why I don't let you drink it. Open a window you slob."

Drying her hands she gyrated her butt again, "Oh blow it out of your ass." Brrrft! "I know you get off on that shit."

I set down the screen, "It was one time."

"All it takes is one time to imprint a lasting habit. Wasn't that question five in Ick?" she dried her hands and ambled her way to the couch. She was small, but her near leap into the cushions rattled the furniture, followed by a vibrating fart Pffft!

"You promised you wouldn't tell anyone." I stared at her with hard eyes before raising my screen to cover her face, "If anyone knew-"

She nodded, "Oh yeah. You'd be totally fucked. But that doesn't mean I can't have any fun with you."

I didn't respond, which seemed to piss Trevi off. She put her feet up on the couch, aiming her butt at me, "So, what are you doing now?" she asked.

"I'm placing a reservation."