Fart story one-shots 2!

goth barbarian's dutch oven

You climbed into bed behind Yasha, absolutely exhausted after a long and productive day. She turned over to face you and proceeded to cuddle up against you, her muscular embrace filling you will an overwhelming sense of warmth. However, you shortly realized that this warmth wasn't just of the giddy & internal kind, but rather an overpowering one that surrounded you and in addition to being all you could feel, was also all that you could...smell. Rotten garbage and dead fish overpowered your sense of smell as you took a deep breath and realized that you were actually quite fond of the intensely powerful odour, to the point where you actually enjoyed it. Yasha had the most devious smile on her face as she giggled and fanned the air around you both, taking a deep breath and pretending to act disgusted.

​"Don't tell me you've been saving your farts for me", you teasingly say as you continue basking in the rancid heat. "I know how much you like smelling them. Go on, bury your nose in my butt, I'm feeling playful tonight!" To see Yasha show her playful side, which was very rarely showcased as opposed to her shy, reserved side, was a real treat, especially whenever she was gassy and allowed you to worship her unholy farts after a huge meaty dinner. You did as she requested and stuck your head underneath the thick, heated blanket, the overpowering stench of rottenness being all you could smell as you inched your way to Yasha's juicy behind, covered by her signature shawl. Gently, you lift the rear part of her shawl, just enough to not make her feel uncomfortable, and bury your nose inside her hot & rancid butt, taking a huge whiff as your nose enters the warm embrace of her ass crack. It was still sweltering hot, as you felt Yasha's hand grab the back of your head and keep it in place, forcing you to remain nose-deep between her giant, sweaty, putrid butt cheeks. Not that you were complaining one bit...

​"I hope you're liking this..." Yasha began as her hand trembled atop your head. "If not, I can stop and we can just fall asleep next to each other" You massaged her butt cheeks and continued sniffing deeply, her latest meaty release still strong in the air. "Don't worry, I'm loving this way too much", you reassure her, as she smiles once again and the grip tightens. "Great, then keep sniffing my ass, mister!" With the playfulness intact once again, you continued breathing in her musty butt stench, rich with her recent rotten ripper, as you soon heard her stomach rumble loudly as she moaned softly and let one rip right up your overly eager nose...

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​Another intense meaty odour quickly overwhelmed each of your senses, mostly that of smell, as you immediately took a deep breath of Yasha's latest rotten bubbly blast and loved every ounce of it. "Haha, I can hear you sniffing loudly down there! Are you enjoying your Dutch Oven, babe?" Yasha excitedly asks as she jokingly fans the rich-scented air underneath the covers. "You bet I am", you respond as you take another deep breath and enjoy the stench of Yasha's isolated muscular meaty rippers. For a girl as typically shy as she was, you never once expected her to produce such potent gas until you first caught a whiff and were hooked from then on. She giggled as she grunted and pushed out another signature blast

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​Yasha laughed deviously as she pushed out an intensely bubbly, messy-sounding fart that smelled like she needed to change herself after she was done using your face as her Dutch Oven fart cushion, which you enjoyed being more than anything in the world. You knew how much Yasha's rigorous training regimen made her sweaty & gassy, and toned her beautifully buffed butt to perfection even though you knew that the most hellish of flatulence was bound to come out of such a heavenly hindquarters eventually. You continued sniffing deeply, making sure Yasha could hear every individual breath you were taking as the overpoweringly strong stench filled the underside of the blanket and was essentially your new source of highly-coveted oxygen, as raunchy and deviously euphoric as it was.

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​You continued breathing in Yasha's deathly Dutch Oven demise farts, the unbearably smelly intensity proving to be more beneficial than detrimental as your mind was filled with an unrivalled sense of pleasure from being essentially forced to deal with the muscular madame's musty, meaty gas. "Oh, my, I feel some seriously intense ones brewing within. Are you sure you can handle them?" Yasha carefully asks, tugging at the covers to get your attention. "Of course, Yasha, I want your worst gas yet. Make sure it's all I can smell underneath these heated covers. I want you to truly use me like I was a pure cushion." You feared this request would be too much for Yasha to agree to, but surprisingly enough she tucked in the blanket such that none of the air would be able to get out, giggled to herself and then proceeded to smack her thick juicy butt, tightening the grip on your head and pushing your nose in deeper such that it was now completely swallowed by both voluptuous butt cheeks. Pure muscular goth girl heaven, you thought to yourself, as you patted Yasha's butt and took a deep whiff in preparation for the gassy onslaught to come. "Get ready, babe, because I'm about to immerse you in a never-before-seen world of my death gas! Don't worry, though, it won't knock you out..."

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​Two loud and messy rumblers, followed by an intensely hot & airy blast, assaulted your nostrils as you moaned pleasingly and took your deepest whiff yet, sighing with intense relief as the ungodly stench was exactly as you had pictured Yasha's signature death gas to be ... pure rottenness on top of rotten meat on top of rotten eggs. It couldn't get much more rank than this, and you absolutely loved it more than anything you've ever felt before. Sure, you've smelled plenty of Yasha's farts in the past, but most of them were released whenever she was shy and as such it wasn't as enjoyable to sniff ... but this was on a whole other level. Not only was she completely unencumbered and dominant, but she was also making sure that you were actually enjoying yourself and not purely suffering, but after all how could you really suffer under such a heavenly toned hindquarters such as Yasha's? The gassy goth laughed as she wafted the thick stench towards you and jokingly retched a few times to illustrate just how bad it truly stunk.

​"Enjoying yourself under there, stinkface?" Yasha humorously asked as you nodded your head yes and breathed in as loud as you could to illustrate just how much you were in a state of total joy. "Great, because I'm actually almost out of gas. These next few are gonna be my worst thus far, so get ready for the ultimate Dutch Oven fart endurance!" You grew excited as your breathing grew deeper & faster, as you pressed your nose deeper inside Yasha's ghastly-smelling butt and waited to be blessed with her greatest farts of the night...

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​As she releases her disastrously raunchy gassy finale for the night, her butt cheeks actually vibrating with how intense her barrage was, the stench of pure rancid death filling your nostrils and every possible inch of the space underneath the covers, you proceeded to put your nose to hard work inside her hot, reeking butt crack and breathe in her flatulent wrath. As you fantasized about how much she must have enjoyed her divine meaty dinner, in grand preparation of the greatest fart-smelling session you've ever endured, you continued sniffing as deep as humanly possible and ensuring she was enjoying this as well. "Do you...like it when I torture you like this?" Yasha asked, a little nervous as the last of her gas finished seeping out of her amazing butt. "Yes, a lot ... you're an amazing gassy goth, Yasha, and I love you" You took one last effortful inhale of her potently putrid product as you happily passed out underneath the covers, your nose still pressed against her butt.

"I love you too, fart smeller! Hehe..."

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