Fart story one-shots 2!

A Morning in G Minor

"Hey V," Claire said, stifling a chuckle. Her voice was low, barely louder than a whisper, but nevertheless it pulled Viola's attention away from the background noise of an It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia episode she had seen a half-dozen times before. She shot a glance over her right shoulder at the beaming brunette seated next to her on the couch and cocked her head. Viola's mouth began to move, though she was cut off by Claire's giggling.

"Knock knock." Another fit of giggles followed Claire's words, to which Viola rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to the television.

"Who's there?" she asked, shooing a few stray strands of violet hair out of her eyes.

Viola could feel Claire shifting her weight on the couch, their shoulders brushing, as Claire shot back: "Dewya."

Viola shrugged, her eyes still on the screen. She didn't need to look over to realize her roommate was up to something stupid.

"Dewya who-ya?" Her voice trailed off on the added final syllable.

Chloe stifled a giggle as she continued to lean to her side, one of her pert buttcheeks slowly lifting into the air. Her butt would never be mistaken for huge, but it was toned, tight, and shapely: an extension of her long, lean body. The latter element was accentuated by the tight jeans she had on that molded her ass into a picture-perfect heart shape. Paired with a stark white blouse, her outfit and figure radiated a low-key elegance that didn't quite line up with what she was about to do.

She cupped her hand against the seat of her pants and pressed her face into Viola's back, her hand resting on her roommate's shoulder. Though mostly dominated by the saccharine scent of vanilla perfume, Chloe couldn't shake the familiar odor of sweat and spilled Jagermeister as she dug her nose deeper into Viola's black tank-top. Big night eh, V? she pondered to herself, before a shift in her stomach and a sudden build-up of pressure inside of her diverted her train of thought.

"I said 'dewya who-ya,' you fuckin' weird—" Viola began, though she was quickly shushed as Chloe pulled herself closer, resting her chin on Viola's shoulder as her hand drifted towards her roommate's loose ponytail. Chloe's face scrunched as intense determination filled her eyes and she cocked her head to look Viola in the face.

brraaaat

An abrupt, punchy duck call of a fart exploded out of Chloe's backside, its sound muffled by her hand. With one hand, she grabbed Viola by the handle of hair she had unwittingly provided and tugged her head back before clapping the other one into her face, cupped around her nose. She erupted into full-blown laughter as her roommate squirmed, grabbing onto her wrist with both hands.

"Dewya hate me yet?" she asked as she cooled down from her laughing fit. Viola ripped her hand away from her face and coughed, punching Chloe on the arm.

"Jesus Christ," Viola said, shaking her head with her nose pinched shut. "What the fuck is wrong with your insides?"

Chloe's face crinkled as she caught a hit of the odor that had come to envelop the pair. It was rancid, alright: an intensely sulfuric stench that hung heavy in the air, forcing Chloe herself to cover her nose.

"Oh god, I wasn't expecting that!"

The pair sat, noses pinched, just staring each other down for a few seconds as they waited for the smell to dissipate. When at last the final lingering remnants subsided, Viola broke the silence with a giggle.

"Pretty fuckin' clever, though," she said, still waving a hand in front of her face, to which Chloe beamed. With her other hand she straightened out her plaid skirt. Silently, she cursed herself for not seeing it coming. This wasn't anything new for the two; at times it felt as if their friendship was predicated on something of a perpetual adolescence. One of the most enduring tenets of which was a simple truth: farts are always funny.