By: geneticnotecard
Mari’s life had been hectic ever since she got to Belvoire University. Despite having a student body of under 500, it had been an eye-opening experience, in the best and worst ways. Playing games to become the most popular kid in school was dumb, but gave her something to do outside of school. Of course, this was thanks to the school's gossip site, The T, which to be honest perpetuated classism and pitted women against each other, but that was neither here nor there. In a school of privileged rich kids who hadn't worked a day in their lives, Mari was easily the most interesting candidate to be at the top of the "ranking system."
The best thing that’s maybe ever happened to her? Zoey Wade. 6 feet tall (without heels), has beautiful black skin, curly hair in an updo, always smells like pineapple, and has an eye-dropping rack… she could go on, and she wants to. But beyond her gorgeous body, is the heart of an angel. Zoey was also a “poor” at one point, so she had the perspective of a sane person.
Mari also maayyy or may not be trying to fuck her… just once. Only to see that ass in action. Nothing to jeopardize their friendship or anything. The door flew open, and there she was.
“MARI HUUUUUUUGHES!”
“Jesus, Zoey, it’s 8 in the morning… why are you screaming?”
Zoey’s thick frame hugged her pineapple-dotted blue blazer and skirt. Mari's eyes slowly moved across, taking in everything. Was she wearing a push-up bra or were her boobs just that big?
She raised her eyebrow. “Y’know I can see you eye-fucking me right?”
Mari looked around. “Whaaaaa-”
“Nevermind that. The T just posted a new video on everybody’s least favorite little devil, Poppy.”
Ah, yes, Poppy Min-Sinclair. Horrible person, truly, but drop-dead gorgeous. She was Mari’s rival ever since the first day of class after she got her favorite shoes insulted. Zoey walked across the room, her long legs looking picturesque in stride.
“Well, what’s the vid?”
“Take a look for yourself,” Zoey shoved her phone into Mari’s face and used her long, manicured fingers to press play.
The video posted to The T was simple enough. Somebody secretly filmed Poppy in class, as she sat idly and scrolled on her phone. Suddenly she slightly leaned over, so slightly that most human eyes wouldn’t be able to pick up on it. She looked around, shifting her eyes to ensure nobody was looking.
PPppppprrrRRRAAAFFFFMMM!
Was that a fart? It couldn’t have been. Poppy’s pristine ass could not have produced such an obnoxious sound. But if it was… it had an impressive length and a really nice sound. It bubbled against her ass for a few seconds and rattled the chair before descending into a pure air stream. Poppy looked around while she was still releasing it until her eyes stared straight at the camera.
“What the- HEY”
Poppy took a couple of menacing steps to the camera before the video cut out. Zoey immediately burst out laughing and hunched over, clutching at her sides.
“Oh god, this is great! Enjoy this vid while it lasts. Mari, you know her lawyers will have it scrubbed from the face of the Earth.”
“Uh, um, yeah… of course.” Mari made a mental note to screen-record the video whenever she could. There weren’t any rules against masturbating to videos of your sworn enemies ripping ass, right?
“Mari, are you blushing?!?”
“NO! Bitch, does it look like I am?”
Zoey leaned down to put a finger beneath Mari’s chin, forcing her to look up into her dark eyes. “Never pegged you for fart fetish but I’ve never been one to judge.”
“Zoey!” Mari screamed, forcing her midwestern accent to crack and show her nervousness. She swatted Zoey’s finger away, while she laughed.
“Wait, does that mean I shouldn’t have farted in front of you! Does it mean I should more often?!”
“I hate this conversation.”
“Awww, she’s embarrassed. It’s okay. Wait, I feel something coming-” Zoey leaned forward so that her arms were on both sides of Mari’s shoulders.
PRRRRMMMMMHHHHHHHHHMMmmmmffffaafffftttTTT-bbrrmmt-ffrrtt!
A dense fart ripped through Zoey’s skirt and underwear before clouding the air around them with a thick aroma of sulfur and garlic. Her fart sounded like an airplane was landing in the ocean. It was horrifyingly wet, yet carried a sharp ending. The worst part was how she stared right at Mari during its entire 8-second length. Zoey exhaled after she had forced out the last bits of it.
“Was that to your liking, Mari Hughes?” She flashed Mari that damn grin. Mari couldn’t move and couldn’t speak, her body frozen with arousal.
“Let’s pivot though babe, we need to focus on fucking Poppy up some more.” She pushed herself backward and Mari breathed a sigh of relief until another cloud of stink hit her because of Zoey's movement.
“Oh-um, What’re you thinking, Zo?”
“Well, I’m thinking we should infiltrate the Zeta house…”
“Slow down,” Mari stammered. “How the fuck would we pull that off? Poppy wants my head on a pitchfork and the rest of the Zetas probably feel the same, especially after homecoming.”
“Hmmmmm,” Zoey hummed. “You recruited Veronica, yeah?”
“Recruited, blackmailed… what’s the difference?”
“That’s my girl,” Zoey swooned while gently patting Mari’s cheek. “I’m thinking you text V that we wanna film a live stream or something…”
“Perfect. We hide in plain sight under Veronica’s ‘protection.’”
“You sneak away to Poppy’s room-“
“And find some more dirt! Genius! God Zo, what would I do without you?”
“Mmmm, I’m not sure, probably shit yourself.”
“Shut up, jerk. Let me throw something on so I can go to class.”
“Hurry up, Mari. Gotta keep those grades up!”
—-
Zoey and Mari actually went to their classes because unlike most of the student population, they actually cared about their grades. They met together in the quad a few hours later.
Mari ended up throwing on some black yoga pants and a white X-men shirt. She threw on her “bad-girl” black, gold-trimmed leather jacket. This combo mixed especially well with her tanned skin and black side-shave perm.
“Oof, I’m not sure I want to keep doing this… ‘school’ thing,” Mari whined.
“You want your degree, yeah?”
“…I guess?”
“Then stay strong, babe. Here,” Zoey smiled as she handed Mari a burrito bowl. “Eat up. Texted Veronica yet?”
“Nooo? I was going to, I promise, but-“
“You got cold feet?”
Mari safely sadly and brushed some curls of hair off her forehead. “I just… she’s so fucking intimidating! I have zero clue how to talk to women that attractive.”
Zoey laughed and rubbed at Mari’s knee. “Relax. You talk to me every day, yeah? Plus, Veronica’s totally harmless. Self-absorbed, yes, but harmless.”
“How do you know that, Zo?” A smile hugged Mari’s lips. “Got some history of your own? Wanna share?” Zoey sighed and hid her head behind her hands.
“Sophomore year. Physics project on thermodynamics. Let’s just say we, uh, explored the relations between two bodies and heat.”
Mari’s mind slowly put the dots together like she was Professor X bfore her jaw opened. Zoey shrugged. Guess she must be pulling men and women left and right to act like getting with Veronica wasn’t a big deal. “I mean, there’s not much to say… It was fun at the moment, but V’s not exactly the romantic type.”
“Wait, so why don’t you just text her?”
“Would look way too suspicious. You’re a safer bet, babe.”
“Ffiiiiiiinnneeeee.” Mari sat down on a bench, plopped her elbows on her knees, and whipped out her phone. She pulled up Veronica’s contact and hovered her finger over it. She sighed. No time like the present, Mari, she thought.
Mari: heyyyyyyy
V: this better not be a booty call
V: ur cute but I barely know you
Mari: it’s not I swear!!
Mari: let’s film something. U did say poppy’s boring and all the zetas aren’t fun
Mari: I’m ur girl for this V
V: you make a good offer
V: meet me at the house in 15 minutes
V: poppy’s not here either
Mari: sweet! I’ve got you I promise
V: wade coming?
Mari: she goes where I go
Mari: unless that’s a problem?
V: nah
V: just hurry
“Kay Zo, let's ride. We’ve got a deal.”
—
Zoey and Mari stood outside of the famed Zeta house. Tucked alongside the hills of the upper side of campus, the luxurious brick house looked glamorous in the shining sun. Sounded pretty quiet inside which meant Poppy must be out. Thank god. Mari wasn’t sure she could deal with her flat ass today. She knocked on the door a few times, loudly pounding her fist.
“Yoo, Veronica! Open up, we’re here to get you some v-“
The door flew open and 2 arms covered in a sweater strongly armed the two of them into the house.
“Mari, you can’t be that loud. I’d rather the rest of these dumb broads not find out you’re here.”
Veronica’s expression was deadpan as usual, but that was half her charm. Veronica herself was beautiful, but you don’t become a social media queen if you don’t carry a pretty face. Veronica wore a navy diamonded turtleneck sweater and regular skinny blue jeans. Her long hair was ombre’d, a combination of navy blue and white.
“Wade.” She nodded to Zoey.
“Veronica.” Mari’s head bounced around.
“You look good. Like you always do,” Veronica continued, an extremely slight smile playing on her lips. Veronica was crazy soft for Zoey! Who knew? “Kay, let’s get this done.” Just like that, any hint of emotion was gone from her face. She led them to the kitchen and started digging around in the industrial-sized sorority fridge.
“I’m thinking we’ll do a promo. Just drink this.”
Veronica tossed them both some random energy drink. This would be easier than Mari thought it would. It had a pink bottle with white writing on it.
“What’s the nutritional information on this shit?” Mari asked while shaking it a few times.
“Uh, V?” Zoey asked. “I am NOT drinking whatever the fuck… Excelsior is.”
“Mhm.” Veronica wasn’t paying attention to her. Zoey shrugged her shoulders.
“Just make sure you guys drink all of it when I start drinking. It’s part of the brand deal. Something about how it's ‘so refreshing you can't stop until you’ve had the last drop.’ Soooooo fucking stupid.” Veronica fiddled around with her tripod for a few seconds, stepping back after she was done. She put her hands on her hips and whirled around to face Mari and Zoey.
“Kay camera’s rolling. Follow my lead.” Veronica took a deep breath before relaxing her shoulders, closing her eyes, and getting into “influencer” mode. Her eyes popped open with a phony smile planted on her face.
“Hey, Veronicats! I’m joined by my good friends Zoey and Mari, and we’re here to tell you all about Excelsior!” Veronica enthusiastically swung her warm, covered arms over their shoulders, pulling them together.
Veronicats is the dumbest name for a fanbase I've heard in my life, Mari thought.
“Yeah guys, this drink is gonna benefit you more than anything else on the market,” Zoey improvised. God, she was perfect in every way.
“Promise me guys, it could not be more refreshing.” Mari smiled at the camera while nodding her head. Somehow, she was getting the flow of this.
“Excelsior: so refreshing that you can’t stop until the last drop!”
And with that, Veronica started swigging her overpriced energy drink. Mari and Zoey followed her lead, forcing the tingling beverage down their throats. Meh. Didn’t taste bad, but there was no way it was good for actual human consumption. Veronica finished and let out a deep sigh of relief.
“See, Veronicats! Let me know what you think of Excelsior and I’ll catch you all tomorrow! See ya!”
Veronica’s fixated smile disintegrated within milliseconds. She looked completely over the thought of life itself. Mari couldn’t blame her.
“Nice job, babes,” Veronica said, already disassembling her tripod. “I had no expectations and you guys didn’t let me down.” Mari and Zoey launched into their complicated handshake routine, ending with a hip bump. Zoey giggled.
“Oh, and I should warn you guys. Excelsior has some… side-effects.”
Zoey raised an eyebrow. “...Like what?”
Veronica simply responded by raising a finger. She gently bit down on half her lip.
BBBRRRRRMMMmmmm
Veronica answered with a loud hum of a fart that struggled to get through her jeans. Despite hardly pushing, her gas exploded out of her, creating a fetid stench of cabbages and god knows what else. Like a stink bomb, the smell was around all of them within seconds.
“What the HELL, Veronica?” Zoey yelled while fanning the air. She pinched her nose and Veronica just shrugged. “1: your farts fucking stink. 2: why wouldn’t you tell us beforehand?”
“Eh, I knew you’d probably wuss out.”
PPPRRRMMM-BBBBBRRROOOoooommmmmhhhhhhh…
Two more farts rushed out of Veronica’s ass. They started heavy and intense, but tapered off, ending in a sad hum. Veronica stared into the distance while her ass rumbled with gas, uninterested in the conversation. She crossed her arms and pursed her lips together, gently fanning the air with one of her hands.
“Ugh, shit like this is why we broke up!” Zoey said, her voice rising. She groaned and hastily grabbed her stomach, which audibly gurgled. She massaged it a few times, hoping to soothe it. She hunched over in agony.
Hmmmm, Mari thought. How come this shit isn’t affecting me yet?
PPPPFFFTTT-prrrooooooooooooooooooot! PFff-ppprrrmm-brrruuuuppp
A long-winded, bassy fart flew out of Zoey, adding a sulfurous and garlic stink to the already thickening aroma. The warm, fetid air wafted over to Mari. Zoey fanned her backside before puffing out a few smaller bursts of gas. Mari stepped back, hoping to control her ever-deepening blush and tingling vagina.
‘I… can't stand you, Veronica,” Zoey continued, making a slash motion with her hand.
“Whatever,” Veronica said, placing her elbows on the counter and putting her head in her hands. She hunched over, pushing her ass out.
mmmmmmPHHHHUUUUUURRRRMMMTTTTTTT!
Veronica’s fart roared through her jeans after struggling to get through initially. It was louder than all her previous farts and easily lasted 9 seconds. Veronica idly picked at her nails, almost as if she was waiting for her bubbling gas to end. The sight of it was incredibly arousing. Who knew the social media queen was disgustingly gassy? She couldn’t get too distracted; there was a reason for their visit.
“Uhhh, Veronica?”
“… yessss, Mari?”
“This bitch got a bathroom?”
Veronica sighed, waving her hand around and clearly over everything. “I'm guessing it went straight through you, huh? Up the stairs and to your right.”
Mari shyly backed up before turning on her heels and speed-walking up the stairs. She heard the faint sound of continued farting while she left.
—
Mari navigated her way through the second floor of the sorority house, scanning for Poppy’s room. Where would a classist sociopath lay her head? She soon caught the familiar scent of Poppy’s perfume and opened the nearest door. Her phone buzzed but it probably wasn’t important. NOTHING was more important than knocking that bitch down a peg.
Mari walked into Poppy’s lair with a look of astoundment. Poppy’s bed frame was gold-trimmed and king-sized, which didn’t make a lot of sense considering she couldn’t have been taller than 5 '1. Her walls were peach colored and her floors were made out of marble. She had some expensive light pink carpet around her bed and bed stand. Towards the wall, was her dresser. Hopefully, that would be where her secrets were. Mari dug through the top drawer until she heard a click and an all too familiar gasp behind her.
“WHAT are you doing in my room, you HEATHEN!?!?!”
Ah, there she was. Poppy’s sharp face, dyed blondish hair, and brown eyes stared daggers through her. Even with stilettos, Poppy’s stature was still small, yet intimidating. She had on her regular skirt and white dress shirt, with a pink fur coat over it. Reluctantly, Mari had to admit how Poppy’s curves seemed to be in all the right places. But she looked for qualities above a hot body. Poppy was way beyond a generic mean girl. She had the school underneath an iron boot and treated her “friends” like they were mere tools for her ascension. She was the definition of a sociopath, lacking empathetic qualities.
“Heeyyyy, Pop. Don’t mind me. Just looking for something I can blackmail you with.”
Poppy sarcastically laughed before returning to her look of pure anger. “I can have you arrested for trespassing, you know. There’s zero way somebody let you in this house.”
“Might want to check up with Veronica, Poppy. Seems like you let her off the leash.” Steam practically poured out of Poppy’s ears.
“I’ll have a word with Veronica later, but you need to get out of my room. Or there will be consequences.” Poppy’s fury stared straight through Mari… until she burst out laughing. Poppy was such an unserious individual.
“HAHAHAHA! Shit Pop, what’re you gonna do to me?”
“I’ll remove you from this room myself, bitch!”
“Please, Poppy. I’d like to see you try.”
With the scream of a banshee, Poppy lept at Mari. She clawed, swiped, and angrily patted Mari, none of which seemed to affect the midwestern girl. Mari just stood there waiting for Poppy to bring her some semblance of pain. Poppy’s swats died down until she eventually tried bear-hugging a woman that was exponentially larger than her. Did she really think that shit was gonna work?
“Done yet?” Mari asked. There was no response. “Good. My turn.”
And just like that, Mari was grappling and wrestling her. Poppy fought a good fight (for about 4 seconds), but even she wasn’t enough for Mari’s strength. Mari slammed her fragile frame on the ground and threw her hands on Poppy’s bony shoulders. She straddled her and leaned in, just a few inches from Poppy’s plush lips. Her perm brushed against Poppy's forehead.
“Still not afraid of me?!?”
“Agh, get off of me! Your cow body is heavy!”
Mari was about to say something, but her bowels finally pulsed with movement. Mari was kinda jealous she wasn’t ripping ass like Zoey and Veronica were. Maybe now something would come out of her. Scratch that, something was definitely coming out of her. She could feel gas forcing her bowels to expand and shake right until-
bbbbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmpppppp...
A soft toot rolled out of Mari, gently blowing against Poppy’s leg. It was about as peaceful as a fart could be, but it burned out of Mari’s opened anus. Poppy looked truly astounded. She opened her mouth, but words couldn’t form. Mari also had a blank look on her face.
“Bitch… did you just fart on top of me?”
“...Yes?”
“YOU WHORE. I knew you were raised on a farm, but you don’t have to act like it! Oh my god, it smells!”
To be fair, Mari’s fart was completely egregious. It smelled like a combination of burning rubber and feces. Mari almost recoiled but refused to show any weakness. A true queen smells her farts and enjoys them. Poppy frantically fanned the air but Mari grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the ground.
“Nuh-uh, Pop, you gotta breathe it aaalllllllllllll in,” Mari said, flashing her tongue.
“Get off me, PIG! Ugh, I’m gonna throw up.” She thrashed against Mari, desperately trying to free herself from Mari’s putrid prison. Unfortunately for her, it wasn’t going to work.
“No the fuck you aren’t, Poppy. And STOP FIGHTING this! You’re 10 inches shorter and like, 50 pounds lighter. I lift, Poppy! Have you ever exercised in your life?”
“Of course I have!” Poppy finally relaxed. She had essentially flashed the white flag. A real queen wouldn’t give up, Mari thought.
“Mhm,” Mari hummed. “Honestly Pop, I’m embarrassed for y-”
PLBPBLBPBLBPBLPMTMMMMMRRRRHHHHHHHHH!
Without warning, another fart surged out of Mari, slapping against the surface of her yoga pants. Because the floodgates had been opened, Mari’s gas was effortlessly raucous, ringing out through Poppy’s bedroom. Mari felt the massive amount of dense gas escaping her like a deflating balloon. Poppy winced at the sound and her red blush of anger grew as Mari's fart went on and on, easily into the double digits.
“HOW DARE YOU!” Poppy screeched, once again thrashing against Mari, slightly slipping away. Mari flexed her thighs and arms, holding her back down and squeezing Poppy’s sides.
“Oooooooof, wait for it, Pop…”
The fart cloud slowly made its way over to the two of them like steam from a hot tub. It engulfed both of them in an aura of stink with earthy hints of manure. Mari sneered, looking Poppy in the eyes while Poppy herself frowned, doing her best to take in as little of the gas as possible. The contaminated air warmed up both of their bodies. Her face quickly changed into a scowl.
“I’ll have you arrested for this, Farmsville!”
Ah, yes, Farmsville. Mari’s midwestern hometown where she grew up on a, well, farm. Farmsville had become Mari’s nickname from Poppy, who refused to use her real name. Farmsville was where girls knew not to mess with her. It was also a place incredibly difficult for a taller-than-average, gay Latina woman to grow up. But Mari's upbringing was mostly why Belvoire was so easy to her. All of these rich, old-money kids were not built like that.
Mari scoffed. “Psh, you can't arrest people for ripping ass, Poppy. Damn, it’s kinda hot in here ain’t it? My farts are fucking scorching today!” She threw off her jacket by the door, while her mind rushed back to one of her first memories of Poppy.
—
“Yeah babe, I’m about to work on my model right now. Yeah, we can still watch the X-Men marathon later. Yeah, I’ll pick up some fried rice. Okay, I’ll see you later, Zo.”
Mari walked through the doors of the woodshop, eager to work on her model for her elective class. She noticed something was off… the room had a haze and she smelled smoke. A lot of smoke. She hurried over to her workstation.
What the shit! she thought. Why didn’t the smoke alarms go off?
Mari’s eyes flashed over to her model… or at least, what used to be her model. It was a heap of burned planks of wood and ash. Mari’s mouth was agape in shock and awe. She blew on the pile, clearing a bit of ash until she was able to make out one of the tiny buildings she constructed. She felt her eyes watering and took a deep breath, closing her eyes.
Who the flying FUCK would do such a thing? she thought.
On cue, she heard a slow clap. Heels clacked on the ground and a stupid voice started giggling.
“Well, hello there, Farmsville. Enjoy my little surprise?”
Mari bawled her fists and blinked back the tears, desperate to show zero weakness.
“Good thing the fire alarms don’t work,” Poppy continued while walking circles around Mari. “Would have ruined the surprise-”
“FUCK YOU, Poppy,” Mari exploded, finally letting the angry tears fall. She looked about 20 seconds away from beating the shit out of her and made an X-motion with her hands. “You’d really stoop this low? You’d really fuck with my schoolwork?” She sniffed and wiped away the falling tears. Poppy stopped walking around her.
“It’s time for you to realize that I will do anything for this. People grovel at my feet to stay in MY good graces. Every man on campus wants to be with ME, and every woman wants to be in MY shoes. I’m happy you’re learning that a QUEEN does whatever she can do to stay on top. Toodles, Mari!!”
Exaggerating her hips, Poppy sashayed out of the room. The sound of her heels clicking slowly grew quieter and quieter. Mari breathed in and out and brushed her curls out of her eyes.
“I’m fucking ENDING that bitch.”
---
Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in Mari’s head. Poppy was a jerk to everyone and anyone she met. She only cared about herself and her personal goals, no matter who was in the way or gets hurt in the process. Poppy deserved some real cruelty from a real queen for all the shit she’s done. And maybe Mari could get a little bit of blackmail material.
“I don’t care! What the-HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!” Mari quickly flipped her body, placing her ass mere inches away from Poppy’s face. She wrapped her thick thighs around Poppy’s slender frame and brushed her own hair to the side. She pushed her plump ass back, burying Poppy’s face in her cheeks.
“This isn’t fun-MMPPHH!”
Mari hastily set up her phone to record this “encounter” while Poppy’s face was currently being smothered by her ass. Mari's ass was warm, yet slightly damp, rubbing up and down, side-to-side right on Poppy's face. She propped it up on an old shoebox and pressed record. A few seconds later she leaned forward, giving Poppy a moment to breathe.
“Farmsville, your ass fucking stinks!”
“That’d be the sweat from walking up all these hills you’re smelling, Pop! It felt kinda damp, but I had no clue it got through my pants. Thanks for letting me know.” Mari slapped her ass before flexing each cheek up and down a few times. Poppy’s eyes slowly widened as she watched Mari’s ass wobble like an apple on a tree.
“Then again, I did just rip ass… probably a little residue from that too.”
“It’s horrible and you’re disgusting!”
“Awwww, Poppy,” Mari swooned. She lowered her voice.“Be careful or I’ll start to think you like my sweaty ass.”
A vein throbbed on Poppy’s forehead. “THAT’S PROPOSTER- OOmmpph!”
mmmmppppprrrbbbbhhhhhhhhhhuuuuurrrrrrrttttttt!
Mari shoved her muggy ass right back into Poppy’s fart, punctuating the move with a soft and subdued fart. It faintly rumbled against Poppy, blasting gas particles into her stupid face. Mari began to smirk about halfway through her release, knowing her panties and yoga pants weren’t doing much to lessen the blow against Poppy.
“Like that one, Pop?” Mari cackled, leaning her ass off of Poppy. “I mean, it can’t smell good for you back there.”
Oh my god she’s right, it fucking stinks like death, Poppy thought. How does a woman let herself smell so bad?
“You’re appalling,” Poppy said, seething. “And absolutely shameless! You… farted on me! Multiple times! What is wrong with you?!?!”
“Eh, a lot of shit, actually. But I’m a fair queen, Poppy. Everything I’m about to do… just know you’ve earned aaaalllllll of it.”
“Wh-what?” Poppy stammered. Poppy was never nervous and refused to show fear at any moment. But this was different. Mari had her right where she wanted her. Poppy was mentally shook.
“You heard me, Poppy. I’m really going to enjoy this.”
What is she about to do to me? Poppy thought to herself. Who raised this woman? She says she’s not cruel but she’s gonna fucking fart on me?
“I can’t believe you! What happened to decorum? Is this how they do it in Farmsville?”
“You know what, Poppy? I think I'll let my ass do the talking.”
PPPPPPHHHHHHHUUUUUUURRRRRMMMMMM!
Another cartoonishly wet fart roared out of Mari’s ass, greatly gaining volume as Mari pushed it out. Poppy’s nostrils were flooded with the familiar scent of Mari’s gas. Mari would have hated to be her. Her newest fart heated her ass and the room overall. She really didn’t want to have to smell any of it. Unable to bear Mari’s stench, Poppy started gagging.
“STOP FUCKING GAGGING!” Mari yelled. She closed her eyes and exhaled. “You know what? If I smell any of my gas, I’m going to make things much worse for you.”
“...what?” Poppy’s voice was soft and scared, a far cry from her usual sinister, annoying mean girl voice.
“SMELL MY FUCKING FARTS POPPY!”
And with that, Poppy went to work, opening her nostrils and taking plentiful sniffs of Mari’s horrid ass gas. Poppy frowned as she did her best to inhale all of Mari's spicy, fetid farts. She continued, seemingly desperate to lessen Mari’s punishment. But unfortunately for her, she wasn’t fast enough.
Jesus christ, I’m going to die smelling this bitch’s farts, Poppy thought.
“Holy shit,” Mari exclaimed while playfully fanning the air. “That’s fucking horrible. So maybe you weren’t lying. But we had a deal, Pop.”
Mari began to slowly pull down her yoga pants, agonizingly pulling them along her hips and thighs. Realizing Mari’s plan, Poppy began to panic. Mari folded her pants down to her knees, revealing her soft, lightly shaking, panty-clad ass. Usually, Poppy would love the sight of another woman’s booty right in front of her, but Mari’s ass stunk like no other. It was dreadful. When she wasn’t farting, her ass was making up for it, constantly emitting a smell of musty sweat.
“Damn, it feels a little damp back there. Do me a favor and check?” No response.
“Dude, I’m permitting you to touch my ass. You should be happy!”
Poppy visibly shuddered. “Psh- as if I’d want to touch the ass of a literal barn animal-”
“Poppy, are you sure that's the best idea? Remember who’s on top of who in this situation.”
“...with, uh, my hands, or…um-”
Mari gave a hearty laugh before calming down. “Relax, Poppy, you can use your hands. I’m a fair queen, not a cruel one.” Poppy rolled her eyes, thankful Mari couldn’t see her.
Poppy slowly brought her right hand to Mari’s visibly damp ass. To nobody’s surprise, Mari’s plump ass was wet to the touch. With a grimace, she rubbed her fingers together, spreading the ass liquid from one finger to another. She almost gagged, but held it down, afraid of what Mari would do to her if she felt or heard her gagging.
“What’s the verdict, dementor?”
“...It’s wet,” Poppy answered sadly, refusing to elaborate further.
“Nice job. I’m a woman of my word…I’ll attempt to hold in my farts. Maybe.”
Poppy’s body relaxed, tension leaving her body as she believed Mari for the most part. Minus the smell, it was kinda nice. She did think Mari was really hot, but she thought that Mari was her rival. But maybe they didn’t have to be friends to appreciate each other's bodies. Poppy blushed at this thought, refusing to let herself daydream about the woman that was currently farting on her.
psssssffff-PPPPSSSSSSSSHHHHHH!
As if on cue, Mari’s ass pulsed and whispered with her gas. Poppy’s eyes grew in horror and she watched Mari’s anus push against her panties before belting out soft toots. Mari’s gas was “silent” but audibly rushed out of her ass. The smell was unbearable, as Poppy picked up hints of beans and eggs, on top of burning rubber. Poppy coughed while tears began streaming from her eyes.
“Ah, ah, ah, Pop, you might wanna get to smelling instead of coughing,” she giggled before her voice became deadly serious. “Unless you forgot what happens if I smell it?”
Poppy slowed down her hacking and brushed her sleeve’s against her eyes before sniffing Mari’s putrid gas. With every inhale she became more and more nauseous but kept going, deadly afraid of Mari’s “generosity.”
“Wow, nice job Poppy,” she exclaimed. “I can’t smell it, which is a damn good thing. I mean that batch fucking steamed out of me.” Poppy refused to say anything, holding back her witty remarks.
“Ya know, I did try to hold in my gas. But there’s so much of it, it’s just not possible. You can blame Veronica for that, btw.”
BBBBRRRRROOOOOOOOOOMMMMMPPPPPPLPLPLLBLBLBPBLBBTTT!
A deeply bassy and dense fart bellowed out of Mari, spewing liters of gas clouds right into Poppy’s face. The boisterous release juggled Mari’s ass, sending ripples through her booty. Soon after the release started, Poppy held up her hands to the source, hoping to shield herself from the blast. Unfortunately for her, Mari’s gas was too much, contorting around Poppy’s hands and sliding its fingers up her nostrils. This was a lose-lose situation for Poppy. There was so much gas there was no way she’d be able to sniff all of it up in time. Plus, Mari seemed somewhat restless, so she was probably going to make Poppy kiss her ass. Poppy winced at the thought,
“Oof, holy shit! Poppy, I’m actually sorry about that one. Really. But we had a deal…” Once again, Mari agonizingly dipped her fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, tugging on them and letting them slap her soft skin. Fear flashed over Poppy’s eyes.
“N-NO! Please…”
“C’mon, Pop! It’s just an ass. A sweaty one that can’t stop farting, but it’s just flesh and bones.” Mari wiggled her ass, bouncing it up and down. God, this was so much fun. Poppy deserved this for being a complete jerk to everyone. Mari dragged her panties down past her ass and right over her thighs. Her booty was slick with a thin layer of sweat causing Poppy to recoil at her festering aroma. Granted, what she was smelling was probably a combination of fart residue and sweat, but it was the combination that really did it.
“Smell good, Poppy?” Poppy bit her tongue at first, but what was really the point?
I’m not letting this barnyard pig get the last laugh over me! Poppy thought. She bawled her fists and opened her mouth.
“It smells like a farm animal, which is what you are, you fucking bitch!” Poppy was done trying to appease Mari as it was clear that her actions would have no effect. Might as well speak her mind if she was going to get farted on.
“You sure you wanna talk back to me like that when my ass is inches away from your face?”
“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK! YOU’RE HORRIBLE! I CAN’T STAND-”
Mari slammed her ass backward, engulfing Poppy’s face with the wide cheeks of her ass. She glided her ass up and down, using Poppy’s face like a cheap towel. Mari smiled while she heard squelching noises like a windshield wiper. Using both hands, Poppy pushed herself backward, managing to get a few moments to recover.
“What is wrong with you?” Poppy asked.
“Hmmm. It is a little wet back there…” Mari looked back, wrapping a hand around Poppy’s well-kept hair.
“NO! NOT MY HAIR!”
PPFFFRRRMMMMMBBBTTT!
A steamy fart rushed out of Mari, spreading revolting warmth all over Poppy’s face like a gunshot. Poppy coughed, trying to move around to shield herself from the blast, but to no avail. No matter what she did, Poppy could smell nothing but the revolting stench of Mari’s insides. Mari took her hair-wrapped hand and gently brought it to her asscrack, using it as a towel. Poppy watched in horror, unable to do anything while Mari wiped her ass with Poppy’s hair like it was toilet paper. She felt her head being jerked around in multiple directions while her hair absorbed the humidity of Mari’s ass. Mari finally let the blond hair go, plopping against Poppy’s forehead.
“That’s a little better, right? It’ll be dry for at least a minute.” She laughed.
Mari’s voice flipped a switch, from somewhat joking to deadly serious in a moment.
“Listen here, Poppy. Do exactly as I fucking say or I’ll force you to eat my fucking shit.”
Poppy froze, disbelieving what she was hearing. She wouldn’t actually do that, right? she thought to herself. This chick is crazy, but she wouldn’t cross that line. Right? Her heart hammered in her chest and her body tensed up, shifting under Mari.
“What, you think I won’t do it,” Mari maniacally laughed. “I know you can tell my farts are getting worse. Shit’s coming, Pop. Up to you whether I do it in a toilet or on your fucking face.”
Oh my god, she’s completely serious. Poppy had been repeatedly broken down over the last few minutes, almost to the point of throwing up, but she might die on the spot if Mari took a literal shit on her. She shivered. The thought was enough to get her to listen to Mari. Well, at least for now.
Mari devilishly grinned, rotating Poppy with her strong, thick thighs so Mari’s ass was facing the phone she had set up earlier. Poppy was far too broken to ask why she would do such a thing. Time for the grand finale, she thought to herself. This video was going to be enough to keep Poppy in line for a very, very long time.
“Okay… I’ll do whatever you want,” Poppy said reluctantly.
“Good. Now kiss my asshole.” Mari spread her cheeks wide open, revealing her anus. Poppy grimaced, looking at Mari’s fat ass. The lighting of Poppy’s room made her ass look downright evil. But, it was either kissing Mari’s asshole or eating her shit. She puckered her lips and leaned forward.
Poppy’s lips slowly made contact with Mari’s anus. Poppy recoiled immediately, tasting a horrible flavor. She sputtered and rolled her head over to the side, spitting to try and get rid of the taste. Poppy could hear and feel Mari laughing above her because of how it shook the both of them.
“Ooooh, shit, that’s hilarious,” Mari giggled before her face showed her fury. “Now do it again, Poppy.”
Poppy faltered. “Wh-what?”
“NOW. And this time, give me some tongue action.”
Sticking out her lips, Poppy dove back in for another kiss. She warily eyed Mari’s pulsing anus before saying “fuck it” and rushing her lips forward. Poppy’s movement was so sudden, Mari jumped unexpectedly.
“I’m not feeling any tongue, Pop!”
Poppy gradually stuck her tongue out, gently feeling around Mari’s taut anus. She ignored her taste buds telling her to stop and get out of there. She felt it flex against and around her tongue, contorting and relaxing until-
PPPPFFFffwwwwooooooommmmmmmppppplllpprlrrlr!
Mari blasted Poppy’s mouth with an incredibly bubbly and bassy rip, morphing because of Poppy’s dancing tongue. Once Poppy realized she was being farted on, she reeled back, only to find Mari’s strong arm forcing her head back in. The feeling of Mari’s fart slapping against her was absolutely demoralizing. But she had to go along with it unless she wanted to get “painted” on.
“Oh my god, you’d think you’d learn by now,” Mari laughed, slapping her thigh with her free hand. She finally let Poppy’s head go after rubbing it in a few more times for good measure.
Vitriol covered Poppy’s face. “Haven’t you had your fun yet? LET ME GO!”
“Please, Poppy, we’re not leaving until you fucking pass out. Now put your nose up my asshole.”
Once again, Poppy froze at the thought of having Mari’s farts go straight into her lungs. They already stunk like hell with the air acting as somewhat of a buffer. If she did this, she’d be smelling Mari’s gas unfiltered. But there was still the threat of being shit on. She slowly moved her nose to Mari’s sinister-looking ass. No… no she had to fight back! She was fucking Poppy Min-Sinclair! She was a queen!
“NO! I’m not doing this… this bullshit! You’re sick and demented!”
“....okay. Have it your way.”
Mari leaned back, gently setting her ass right on Poppy’s face, guiding Poppy right into the crease of her ass. Mari relished the feeling of having her rival right where she belonged. She squished her head around, searching for Poppy’s cute little nose. Poppy screamed and grunted, but there was nothing she could do.
“C’mon Pop, where’s that stupid nose!”
“MMPPH-oooommmp-hhhhhhhmmmm!”
“There it is,” Mari giggled while squeezing Poppy’s sides and holding her head into place. Her stomach gurgled with liters of gas immediately rushing to her bowels.
Pppspssssssssssffffffffoooooommppprpprpllrlllrrr!
An unfiltered air stream rushed right up Poppy’s lungs and into her lungs. Poppy’s eyes burned and she coughed, unable to handle the stench of what Mari was dishing out. Mari’s fart was almost visibly steaming, a stench full of burning rubber, feces, and cheese. Heat exploded into Poppy, whose vision was faltering a couple of steps.
No, she thought. Can’t let her win.
bbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmppphhhhhhhuuuuurrrrrrrrmmmmmm….
Another fiery fart reverberated down Poppy’s nose, shaking Poppy’s bones. Had Mari not farted down Poppy’s nostrils, the burst of gas would have been obnoxiously loud. Poppy tried taking deep breaths but ended up taking in the pure rancid smell of the fart. She was on the brink of tapping out. Her heels squeaked against the floor. She desperately beat Mari’s thighs in a final attempt to stay conscious. Mari's voice was an angelic hum above Poppy.
“Damn, is somebody hitting me? I can barely feel it… You’re pathetic, Poppy. And about to be destroyed by a real queen.”
BBbbbbllllrrrrrrrrrmmmmmppppp!
A final moist, bubbly ripper roared against Poppy’s face, coating her in a thick layer of fart vapors. It smelled like pure feces, as Mari was ready to take a dump. The humid, rank fart steamed up the room, severing the connection between Poppy’s nose and Mari’s ass. The overwhelming aroma made Poppy's eyes leak salty tears, while
Can’t stop fighting, Poppy thought to herself. Poppy’s beating gradually slowed down as she was consumed by the darkness. The last thing she saw was Mari’s winking anus rising above her.
Mari stood over Poppy, admiring her handiwork. Poppy looked like complete shit. Her hair was covered in some sort of grime, her makeup was smeared, and her fur coat was brushed in a million different directions. She smiled to herself. Couldn’t have happened to a better person, Mari thought.
She picked up her phone, posing for a selfie shot before pressing the red dot to stop recording. She quickly saved the video to her blackmail drive, looking at Poppy’s disheveled form one final time. Her head haphazardly lay on the ground and her lips leaked drool. Mari lightly kicked Poppy's body, making sure she was out for the count.
—
Zoey and Mari lay on the couch of their common area. To be honest, they were cuddling like the old married couple they practically were. Mari was about to drift off to sleep when her phone buzzed with a text. From the devil, no less. She gently climbed off Zoey and walked to her room to answer it.
Satan: i'm planning something big just so you know
Satan: involving your friend, new money
Satan: as revenge for the shit YOU did earlier
Satan: too bad u never got that blackmail you were looking for.
A red blush of anger grew on Mari’s chest at the mere mention of who she presumed to be Zoey. NOBODY fucked with her.
Mari: yeah about that…
Mari attached a photo of the video she took. It involved an exasperated Poppy reaching her tongue up to seemingly take a nice, big lick of ass. Well, that’s how she assumed people would see it. She smirked at the thought of Poppy pulling her hair out in shock of how she managed to film it without Poppy noticing.
Mari: there's a whole video pop
Mari: wanna see?
Mari sent the video, so she could watch just how bad it made Poppy look. It was 15 minutes of groveling from somebody who viewed herself as a queen. There was no response for 10 minutes. Maybe she was watching it?
Mari: you’re not watching it are you 😂😂😂
Mari: it's cool I know it's actually pretty hot
Satan: what do you want from me?
Mari: don’t fuck with me or Zoey EVER. Or all of belvoire is gonna know just how much you love to be under a REAL queen.
Mari: unless you want people to see this video?
Poppy left her on read. Mari smirked and tossed her phone on the bed, content with cuddling up with Zoey for a little while. She made her way back to the common area and slid back onto the couch, rubbing her body against Zoey's' sleeping form.
"...heeeyyyyyy," Zoey yawned. "I, uh, think you might have woke me up."
"My bad," Mari said quietly. "I didn't mean to..."
"Ehhh, it's all good. Did you ever get that blackmail material you were so after? Dude, I texted you about Poppy. Don't know if you got it in time." Zoey nuzzled her head into Mari's shoulder.
"Don't worry," Mari smirked. "She's not gonna fuck with us anymore."