By: geneticnotecard
Kate Bishop laid on her cheap couch, scrolling on her phone in her overly expensive L.A. apartment. She was returning home after an eventful visit to her sister in New York.
Kate was beat. As it turns out, running a detective agency and being one of the few Los Angeles’ full-time superheroes was very difficult, as well as time consuming. Her muscles ached. Her body complained with every breath she took. But she was Kate Goddamn Bishop. This was the job she had to do because she wanted to do it.
She only wished she had some company. Ramone is dealing with the flu. Johnny’s her ex. And God knows what Clint’s doing at the moment.
Then she thought about America. Ms. America Chavez to be specific.
Then her heart did a couple flips, which was not a new development.
America would come and relax with Kate whenever she had time. In her words, “There’s always something that only I can fix.” Kate always enjoyed her company as she and America had a one of a kind vibe.
Kate remembered a few months back when America had made a surprise visit. She remembered a bright glow waking her from a nap. Suddenly, there was a star right in front of her. Glass shattered.
“Hey chica,” America said as she stepped out of the portal. It zipped up quickly behind her.
Kate, full of drowsiness, instantly felt her expression shift. “Oh wow, you’re really here, wow.” Kate’s eyes scoured a dripping wet America. She was still rocking her red, white, and blue denim jacket, but the black booty shorts were very new. Kate could see everything.
“You’re staring Princess.”
This snapped Kate out of her America-filled trance.
“Oh jeez. I’m still just shocked you’re here.”
“Well, I’m not sure how long I can stay. The multiverse always seems to be falling apart. Mind if I take a quick shower?”
“You know where it is.”
America books it, giving Kate a very nice view.
Kate felt very odd, looking at her friend in such a way. Yes, America had always been overly flirty with Kate, and yes America always seemed to know when Kate was about to die just so she could swoop in and save her… But this was just natural friend stuff. Obviously.
“Princess, you gotta towel out there?”
Damn, that was quick. Super speed is a crazy thing. Kate grabbed a towel out of a cabinet and made her way over to the bathroom. She knocked on the door.
“America? I got your towel.”
“Come in!”
Kate opened the door only to be met with increasing concerns about her attraction to her friend. America was standing naked right in front of her. Kate noticed America’s thick, muscular build, as well as her heart-shaped ass. Her curls spanned down her neck as she dried them off with a hair blower. America’s strong thighs and calves gave her a sturdy base and her back and shoulders were impressively defined and she was so damn curvy. The room smelled funny, weirdly enough.
“Princess? My towel please? Plus, you’re staring, again.” Kate shoved the towel into America’s hands.
“Oh shit… Um, I’m sorry, You’re just so um- I mean, fuck, I’ll go bye!” Kate sprinted out the door and slammed it behind her, breathing heavily as she crashed on her bed. A few minutes later, America came out in some of Kate’s clothes, which were comically small and tight on her. She sat down next to Kate. America looked surprisingly good in purple.
“Everything good? You acted kinda weird in there. We’ve seen each other naked, like a lot.”
“I know, and I’m sorry. It just feels different now. And I don’t even know why…” America falls back into Kate’s bed so their heads are now even. It was clear that Kate wasn't quite ready to share her feelings
“Listen, we don’t have to have this conversation now. Or ever, really. Not unless you want to.”
“Okay great! How’s the multiverse?”
“Always trying to destroy itself, as usual. How’s the agency?”
Kate wasn’t about to lie to her best friend. “KInda crap honestly. It’s not like the ‘superheroing’ is going any better. Everything feels out of my league now.”
“Well, duh,” America laughed. “You’re just a girl with a bow and some arrows.”
“Ouch, rude. But it does get pretty annoying when I’m useless in every fight.”
“Awww, poor baby.” Kate allowed America to pet her like a child mostly because she was tired and America was, well, America. “And you’re not useless. You don’t have any powers, but in no way are you useless, okay?” Kate nodded.
“Listen, Kate, I will always be there for you. Whenever and wherever you need me.” America stopped petting Kate, and looked her straight in the eyes, cupping her face for a few moments. Kate felt her face heat up and wondered if America could notice.
“Umm thanks,” Kate gently removed America’s hand from her face, feeling as if she were about to overload. “Listen America, I’m really tired and I just need some sle-”
“Oh yeah, it's no big deal. Umm…” America looked uncomfortable as she scrambled around, looking for a quick exit. America liked distance. This way, she and Kate could stay best friends, but nothing would ever get too personal. She hopped up out of the bed. “I’m gonna go crash on your couch.”
“Wait!” Kate exclaimed. She grabbed America’s hand, making a bad decision. She pulled her back towards the bed.
“Don’t go. Please.”
“What Princess wants, Princess gets,” America says with her classic smirk. “Oh, but I should warn you, my stomach ain’t feeling great.”
“What are you talking about?” She smelled it a few seconds later. “Ugh, jeez America,” Kate said while fanning the air. America had a hearty laugh.
“Sorry Kate, you know how much I have to eat. It’s only natural.”
America’s stench was anything but natural. It was thick, meaty and musty. It felt as if Kate was choking on her gas..
“Oof, God I feel some more. Sorry Princess.” America looked straight into Kate’s eyes and strained her face a bit.
Bbbbrrrrrrrrooooooooooooommmmpppp!
“Holy fuck America. Ugh, that's gonna stink. Fuckkkk, it stinks!”
America pushed out a putrid blast. It had the tone of a euphonium, but it sounded controlled. In reality the fart was about 5 seconds, but it felt like it was going on for a much longer time. America was facing Kate, but it felt like she was right next to the blast. The odor of the room seemingly doubled. It was bad. America didn’t even say anything. All she did was flash that smirk at Kate.
“America, is it that hard to not fart on my bed?” Kate asked while fanning the air, not that it made much of a difference.
“Yes, yes it is.”
Despite her plan to fall asleep, Kate and America chatted for a couple hours. She remembers America farting a lot, but they kept their distance from each other. Eventually, Kate fell asleep. When she awoke, America was nowhere to be found. Her stench remained though.
“America?!?” Kate shouted. There was no response.
Fuck, just how much gas did America release last night? Kate focused on the smell. This is so wrong, she thought. But God, it smells too good to waste. Kate pulled down shorts and slid 2 fingers into her privates. Her thoughts rushed to her bestie and how gassy she was the previous night. She thought of how long and loud they were. America’s smirks kept replaying in her head. Kate increased her tempo and soon she was there, shaking on her bed.
Kate thought about that night all the time. After all, it had been the last time she had seen America. Yes, they texted and chatted on the phone, but it wasn’t quite the same.
Right on cue, a star portal began to form.
Glass shattered.
Out came Ms. America Chavez. With 2 pizza boxes? She could smell the colorful aroma of the pizzas (probably meat eaters, knowing America) which meant that they probably weren’t eaten.
“Hey Chica” America said with a genuine smile, “Guess what I’ve got!” She shook the boxes a bit for more emphasis.
“America!” Kate exclaimed, as she rushed into America’s strong arms. She smelled so good, like peaches and saffron.
“Woah princess, I don’t wanna drop the goods.”
“Oh, my bad!” Kate backed off America. “Let's dig in! I’m so damn hungry.”
Kate and America both splashed down on Kate's couch and cracked open their pizzas.
“Mmmmmmmm” Kate moaned at the sight and smell of her pizza. America knew what she liked at this point, as she had gotten her olives, onions, spinach, red and green peppers. Kate was a veggie pizza kinda girl and America loved it. America herself opted for pepperoni, sausage, and salami, a true meat eater.
They ate their pizzas quickly, only interrupted by a few loud belches. America was done much quicker than Kate was, her having an alien stomach and all.
“How do you eat so fast?”
“Kate, I'm a literal alien.”
Soon they were both full and happy and beyond stuffed. They both slouched into the couch, admiring their full bellies.
“I’m absolutely -BBUUURRARRRP- stuffed” said Kate, who was interrupted by a very loud belch. America blushed in response to this. Seeing this, Kate blew it into America’s face. “Sorry America, there’s just too much pressure inside of me.”
“Well, you know there’s an easy way to fix that prob-”
PRRRRBBBBBLLLLLLBBBBBBBB!
America’s ass couldn’t even wait for her to finish her sentence before launching a huge fart into Kate’s couch. The disgusting bubbles kept popping for about 8 seconds (not that Kate was counting) and the smell spread out before the fart was even over. It had America’s signature meaty stench and it rumbled the couch for the majority of its length.
“Jesus, America, I don’t think you realize how much your farts stink.”
“Oh, I assure you, I do.” America repositioned herself so her knees were on the ground, her top half still on the couch. Her ass was facing the rest of the room. The room now had a noticeable odor to it. She looked at Kate and bit her bottom lip while blushing.
BBBBBRRRRRLLLLLLLBBBbbpppppsspssssppPPPPTTTTTTTT!
America’s newest emission was much worse than her previous one. It started with a roar and it began to hiss until it reached an even greater volume than before. Kate could barely contain herself at this point. America’s gas was so bad, but it was so good.
“Oh princess, it just won’t stop.” America rubs her heavily bloated belly as Kate hears it audibly gurgle.
PRRRRROOOOOOOORRRRRRRPPPPTTTTTt!
America’s newest fart was noticeably drier. But what it lacked for in bubbles, it made up for in smell, volume, and length. America’s burst of gas easily went into the double digits. Eventually Kate stopped counting and started appreciating. It must have been liters of gas leaving America’s bowels. The “air” left in the room felt incredibly thick. America’s stench of contaminated meat was truly all Kate could smell and even taste if she opened her mouth.
“You’re very quiet over there chica. My gas isn’t choking you out, is it?”
“Oh god no. Keep, um, being you I guess.” Kate tried to hide her red face behind a pillow, but her friend may have figured her out.
“Y’know, I can tell that you’re enjoying this,” America said with a wide grin. “Why else would your face be so damn red?”
“I’ll have you know I am very embarrassed right now!”
“Of what?”, says America, propping her face up with an elbow. “Embarrassed to be contributing to the ‘aroma’ of this room. I know you’ve been easing out some pressure.” It was true, Kate had let out a couple silent farts, but they hadn’t been anything major.
“I have no idea what you're talking about.”
“Oh please princess.” America pops up off her knees, as her belly becomes yet another curvy addition to her figure. She sits down right next to Kate, but sits so closely to her that their shoulders are practically on top of each other. “You ate almost as much as I did, yet your ass is that quiet. This room should smell a lot worse than it does right now.”
America placed a hand on Kate’s thigh and another on Kate’s protruding belly. She began to rub both. “Let’s see if we can get that bottom talking, yeah?”
Kate felt the urge to sprint out the room or even just remove America’s hands from her body. But she didn’t want to. It just felt right. They looked each other in the eyes and gave beaming smiles. A minute later, there was a bit of noise and Kate could feel her stomach bubbling up.
“Oof America, I’m about to-”
PPPPhhhhuuurrrrrtttttTTTT!
Kate’s fart was terribly musty and wet. It carried a heavy aroma of rotting eggs and the fart stung Kate’s nostrils. She had no clue her farts could smell that bad.
“Wow princess, that is something else.” America closed her eyes and took a deep breath in through her nose. America’s eyes closed as she inhaled. Her face began to darken and America was soon blushing. “Mmmmmm that’s good,” said America as pleasure flooded her face. Damn, this bitch is crazy! Thought Kate. Kate’s been secretly enjoying America’s farts for years, and here’s America who just casually enjoys Kate’s farts.
“I know you’ve got more in there,” said America, now full on massaging Kate’s belly while flashing her a flirty look.
“America, you’re definitely moving some stuff around,” Kate said. “Keep doing what -OOOOUUUURRRAAAAAPPPP!- you’re doing.
Kate interrupted herself with a very loud burp, which she then proceeded to blow into America’s face, which produced some interesting results the last time. America blushed some more. Kate can’t quite get over the sensation of America blushing. She’s seen America smash heads into pieces and lift hundreds of tons, yet this is what makes her weak? Funny.
America kept massaging and Kate kept feeling bubbles rush down to her exit until she was ready to let it all out. Kate brought her knees to her chest and hugged them.
pppprrl…BBBBBRRRRMMMMPP….PRRRAAAAUUUmmmllllllppppLLLLPPPP!
Kate eased out her gas at first before she could no longer control it. It started as a sad purr before eventually turning into a mudslide of bubbles. America brought her head to the source so she could feel and smell the individual bubbles hitting the couch. America was audibly taking deep sniffs of the release while it was still rushing out of Kate. Kate thought her farts were way worse today than they’ve ever been, so she had no clue how America was smelling it that close to the source.
America moaned. “Fuck princess, keep going…”
Proooottt….bllluuuurrrrrrrrmmmmppp
Kate’s next couple farts were more subtle, yet they packed the same stench all the same. America straddled Kate and put her hands on her hips.
“This okay princess?”
PRRROOOOOooopppr….rrrrRRRPPOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMPPPPPPPLLLLLlllllmmmm…
Before Kate could respond, America unleashes a cosmic fart that had a consistent tone. Kate swore that she could feel the wind blowing out of America’s ass even though it wasn’t facing her. America’s mouth was open in both shock and pure relief.
“This is more than okay…Um, America?”
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“Can we have that talk now?”
“Something tells me we don’t need to…”
They both looked each other in the eyes. Kate’s eyes flickered down to America’s lips. Am I really about to kiss my best friend? Kate asked herself. If I do this, there’s no going back. All Kate’s doubts were erased when America leaned in for a gentle kiss. It was soft, yet firm, as if America knew that this was what Kate wanted. Kate started kissing back, shy at first. After a minute, America pulled back.
“Not so bad, right princess?”
“Could have been worse.”
“Y’know, I knew you’ve been smelling my farts all these years. I always knew you liked it.” America rubbed her face against Kates and exhaled, blowing Kate’s eyelashes softly.
“It’s always turned me on, how much you like my farts,” said America. A couple more gusts of wind spewed out of America. Kate could feel America’s belly rumbling against her own. “It gets me going, thinking about how you would get off as soon as I left… Why do you think I gassed your apartment so much?”
“I thought you just couldn’t control it.”
“Oh I definitely couldn’t hold them in.”
PPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTT!
America punctuates this with a long, windy fart that absolutely stinks. This double digit emission now carried the smell of burnt cheese on top of the meatiness of her brand. While America was still “easing” the fart out, Kate stuck her hands behind America’s booty shorts to feel the smelly breeze on them.
“I always thought it was the courteous thing to do, leave you with the aroma of my insides.”
“Mmmmmmm, you were right… It smells so good,” said Kate. Kate had been in love with America’s farts for years. They were so stinky, so long, so loud. Just like America, they were perfect. She didn’t have to hide her love for them anymore. But the smell of her own is also starting to grow on Kate.
PPPPLLLLAaarrprpppmmmmmlrlrlrlrllrlmmPPRPPRPPPRLLLLAAaaasssssshhhhhhh…
Kate’s fart wasn’t quite as long as America’s but it packed a sinister punch. Her musty blast reeked of spoiled dairy and methane. The fart seeped out of Kate’s shorts and up in between her and America. It was an especially warm and humid emission.
“Fuck princess, thats rank.” She enjoyed it for as long as it lingered in the air, which was a decent amount of time.
“I do my best”
“Okay, enough foreplay,” said America, hopping off of Kate for a moment. Damn, she’s heavy, thought Kate. “Kate, haven’t you always wanted to take it directly from the source?”
She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t. One of Kate’s first memories of America was her hopping out of a restaurant booth and leaving behind a particular scent, one that Kate has since grown accustomed to. Plus, America seemed more gassy than ever.
“America, I have never been more sure of something in my life…” Kate closed her eyes.”I need your farts like I need oxygen.”
“Say no more princess.”
Kate opened her eyes to America lying down on the couch with her massive, bare ass facing her. America must have stripped while Kate’s eyes were closed. She pointed at her butt while flashing Kate her signature smirk. “Have a whiff, Chica.” Kate, seeing America’s naked body, decided that she wanted to get in on the fun. She made a show of it, shimmying her shorts down and slowly taking her t-shirt off, making sure to make her boobs jiggle a bit. America’s eye’ s tracked Kate’s every move with a want to them.
Kate laid down beside America so that her face was right next to America’s behind. America tilted her body just so slightly so that she had access to Kate’s pussy.
“Sorry if it's bad back there, princess. I’ve had a full day without a shower, and you know how that is.” America’s ass smelled unbelievably terrible. If this were a cartoon, there would almost certainly be a green trail and some flies coming out of it. America’s ass was both sweaty and fragrant. The combination of her ass being unwashed and the giant farts she had been ripping had created a deadly scent. Kate couldn’t get enough of it, as she started eating America’s ass. She felt America’s anus pucker against her face before releasing.
PHUUUURTTLL…BBBMMMLLLRRPPPP!
America started with two muggy farts that rumbled against Kate’s face. America’s farts stung this close up. All Kate could breathe in was America’s cheesy, meaty stench. And she was in pure bliss.
“Oh Kate, get ready, there’s soooo much in there and it's all-”
FFFFFMLLLppppprprplllPPPPPPUUURMMMPPPBBBBBLLLAAARRRPPPPPPFFTTTLLLLLLLRRRUUURMRMMMMmmm!
America couldn’t have stopped this fart if she tried. It was a very long, very loud, and very stinky emission that just kept going. The stench was insane, as if it was coming straight from America’s depths. Kate’s face was moist by the end of it, as though she was in a sauna. America hadn’t even touched her yet, but she was so slick and ready. Kate’s lips were thick, with multiple folds, as they glistened with wetness. As if she could read minds, America circled Kate’s pussy with a couple fingers, causing shockwaves to spread throughout Kate. She slid one in a few seconds later. Kate whimpered.
“I know you liked my farts, but damn,” America said while rubbing more circles in Kate. She slid another finger in. “Relax princess, you’ll only have to wait a little bit longer.”
Kate kept licking and sniffing like her life depended on it. She just couldn’t get enough of America’s vile taste and scent. Kate thought about how the general public doesn’t know about America’s stinky farts. She was the only one who truly knew. This turned her on tenfold.
“Oh, I can feel it now…” Kate could feel it too. She heard the bubbles of putrid air rushing through America’s system, wanting to get out. Kate moaned against America’s anus.
PPFFFFFFFTTT!....Bbbbbblllluuurrmmmm….PllalalprprPPPRPPPPRRPP!
America pushed out 3 large farts of different lengths and tones. The first was long and windy, while the second sounded like a sad trombone. The third was disgustingly wet and sticky, as it increased in volume as it continued. All 3 farts carried America’s stinky brand. Kate breathed in everything that she could. This particular set of farts lingered. America began to move her fingers in and out of Kate’s pussy. Kate kept shivering, as America’s stench and actions were starting to get to her.
“You ready Princess?” Kate made some unintelligible noise against her butt as America pushed.
Pppppppppppppsssssfffffffffffffffffffffhhhhhhmmmmm… PLt…PPLL…
America’s anus opened up to release a silent, hissing fart that went on for about 8 seconds that eventually turned into a quiet rumble. A couple more pops of gas leaked out of America as Kate was beyond horny and beyond ready for sweet, sweet relief. America sensing this, started moving her fingers quicker, making more erratic motions. Anything to help Kate.
Kate, needy to America’s touch, thrust her hips closer to America. America slid her hand out of Kate’s warm pussy to reveal that they were soaked in Kate’s juices. America licked her fingers clean, smacking her lips together. The redness in Kate’s face skyrocketed.
America surprised Kate by picking her up and gently setting her down on the arm chair. Kate’s legs were in the air while America settled down on her knees, giving her mouth easy access to Kate’s sex. America looked right into Kate’s eyes, never breaking eye contact. She slowly dragged her tongue across the folds of Kate’s pussy, causing her to writhe in the chair.
“You’re so close Princess, I can tell… Just let it happen…”
Kate grabbed the sides of the armchair to prepare herself. America flicked her tongue side to side a few more times. America finally decides to hit Kate’s clit and the pleasure she feels is unlike anything she’s felt before. At this moment, everything hits Kate at once: The smell of America’s gas, America’s deadly serious eye contact, the movement of America’s tongue. Kate’s body convulsed and relaxed, and spasmed and relaxed, over and over again, as America kept flicking her tongue back and forth, truly prolonging Kate’s orgasm. Kate’s juices spewed out of her in full force, but America was there to make sure it all fell in her mouth.
Kate’s warm sex finally relaxed after what felt like minutes. After some silence between the two, America had carried Kate to bed a few minutes after.
“So how was that?” America asked while perching herself up with an elbow.
“Dude, that was like, the best sex of my life. I mean- your loud ass farts, your gaze, your fucking tongue- like holy shit America.”
“Well, I’ve had a lot of practice… I think it all led up to this though.”
Kate’s face reddened at this. “Do you- Do you really mean that?”
“Yes, I do. Obviously a lotta women don’t really like farting during sex, but you’re different Kate. It’s what I love about you.”
“Awww, I love you too.” The pair smiled at each other.
“So, what do you want to do tomorrow?” asked America. “I’ve got some time to relax, and obviously I want to spend it with you.” Kate only flashed America a glowing smile, as she kept her mouth shut. She grimaced a bit, pushing downwards.
FFFFLLLLLUUUUURRRMMMMPPPPPPPPBPBPBPBPBPPBPlll!
Kate’s final fart was both disturbingly wet and humid, causing America’s blush to return with a vengeance. America swore she could have counted the individual pops and bubbles Kate’s ass produced. Under the sheets, it smelled as if a garbage bag laid in the sun for hours.
“Dammit Princess!”
“Oh please America, you know you love it.”