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This avant-garde fart fetish story is sponsored by Ad Nauseam®

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"SHUT UP!!!", yelled Mary Jane, furious.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Mary? The Anti-Malware is already breathing down our necks and is coming to kill us, we better go hide somewhere instead of doing these things again...", said Sylvia Divinorum, sweating a little bit from anxiety.

"They're gonna kill us anyway. We'll think about hiding later, now I wanna fart on this idiot's face!", said Mary, grabbing Sponsor's head and shoving it up her ass, between her asscheeks.

"Your sweater smells like weed, girl, maybe you do have something to..."

"SHUT UP!", yelled Mary, not liking Sponsor's accusatory assumptions, "It will soon smell like something else!", she warned.

"How did you two manage to come here, anyway?", asked Sponsor, with his voice slightly muffled by Mary's ass.

"Tsk. Breaking the fourth wall is not that difficult, if you know how to do it", said Mary, with a proud evil grin, "Enough talking, our readers likely don't want to wait any longer... mngh...~♥"

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"W-woah!", exclaimed Sponsor, as the rancid stench of Mary's flatulence entered his nostrils and caused him to feel nauseous, even more than a million ads shoved into his brain. He felt like he needed to throw up because of such a nasty smell, the gas was so hot that he felt like his nostrils were burning from the heat and sourness of Mary's stinky fart. Mary was feeling proud that her fart was making Sponsor so sick, and Sylvia was getting a little envious, too, because she too wanted to fart on Sponsor's face.

"Mary, you know I'm gassy, too, I want to fart on Sponsor's head, too!", said Sylvia, starting to get aroused by her own fantasy about to become true. Sylvia really enjoys farting on people's faces and forcing them to smell her farts, regardless of her opinion about that person, the goal for Sylvia was not "punishment", just her own enjoyment. For Mary, on the other hand...

"Sure, Sylvia! Show this idiot what's the consequence of being so annoying!", said Mary, trying to fulfill her own sadistic anger. Sylvia rolled her eyes and shoved Sponsor's head up her ass just like Mary did.

"Here are the consequences you get for 'being so annoying', Sponsor! Rest assured, no matter how annoying or not annoying you are, I would fart on your face anyway~♥", said Sylvia, feeling a fart coming from her ass, "Mngh...~♥"

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"Aaaahhhh~~~~♥♥♥♥", Sylvia let out a big sigh of relief and satisfaction after letting out a huge, bassy, loud and stinky fart that went right up into Sponsor's nostrils, making him cough even more, almost at the point of gagging by this point. "Mnmh~♥", Sylvia let out a small moan of pleasure at the thought Sponsor was so disgusted and reacting so strongly to the smell of her fart.

"Well, Sylvia, after all, the reason why we're farting on this idiot's face is because he's an annoying idiot, right?", asked Mary, a little bit confused and asking for confirmation.

"Mnmhmmm~♥", Sylvia let out a small moan of pleasure again, "maybe that's what you do, Mary. As for me, I'm farting on his face because I enjoy farting on people's faces, forcing them to smell my nasty gas, and see them struggle so much but even though my farts smell so bad that they want to throw up, I don't let them escape~♥", said Sylvia, explaining the reason why she was enjoying farting on Sponsor's (and Disclaimer's) face so much. Mary had a different reason, though.

"You don't think he's annoying?", asked Mary, perplexed.

"Sponsor is indeed annoying, but nothing more than that. Being annoying is not immoral, so me farting on his face is not meant to be a punishment for him~♥", Sylvia said, still feeling aroused, "I have another fart ready for Sponsor's nose. Nghm~♥"

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Sponsor groaned and whined from the nasty smell of Sylvia's stinky fart. It went right up his nostrils and he could feel like his nostrils' hair were burning and rotting like an over-cooked rotten omelette made from rotten eggs cooking on a frying pan for hours. Sylvia was getting even more aroused as Sponsor was coughing so much he was very close to finally gagging, and Sylvia would be very proud of causing such a reaction.

"Hmm... okay", said Mary, still a bit perplexed but shrugging. She didn't care much about why Sylvia was farting on Sponsor's face, the only thing that mattered is that Mary was punishing Sponsor with her farts, and she considered Sylvia farting on his face a punishment as well, even though Sylvia disagred.

"I have to fart again... wow, I'm gassy!~♥", said Sylvia, proud of how gassy she was, with frequent and stinky farts, a great trait to have for a girl who so much enjoys tormenting people with the smell of her farts, and the more disgusted the victim is, the happier Sylvia is, "Nmhg...~♥"

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"Aaahhh~♥mmmh~♥", Sylvia was feeling pleased, because of the release of her gas, and also because of how aroused she was at Sponsor's reaction to her fart, he really started gagging at this point and this was giving Sylvia plenty of energy and motivation to keep farting on his face over and over again, she never wanted to stop! The rancid stinky fumes were rising from her ass and sometimes were reaching her own nose, and to Sylvia that was the proof her farts were stinky enough to torment people, including Sponsor in this case.

"Give me Sponsor's head again, Sylvia! I need to fart", said Mary, and Sylvia did as she said. Once again, Mary grabbed Sponsor's head and shoved it right up her ass, she wanted to make him smell her farts at point blank distance, as usual, and as she did with Disclaimer as well. "MNGH!~♥☠"

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"HA! I could feel this idiot's nose warming because of my gas!~", said Mary, satisfied of the torment and 'revenge' she was having towards Sponsor, a fitting punishment, according to her. "Oh, I have another one! I'm really farting a lot today... and not only today, of course!", said Mary, and Sylvia giggled when she said that. Sylvia was a very gassy girl, too. "NGH!~☠", Mary was about to furiously release another one of her rancid farts.

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Sponsor's face was becoming hot and stinky due to how Mary's flatulence was colliding with his face, entering his nose as he was breathing. Being tormented so much by Sylvia's and Mary's stinky farts, Sponsor could not avoid gagging from the unholy stench of rotten egg salad spoiled outside the fridge, even though he was trying not to gag, but it was all in vain. Sponsor wanted to cry, and he felt like he was going to throw up at some point, the smell of both Mary's farts and Sylvia's farts was unbearable for him (and probably for everyone else with a sense of smell, too), he wanted to go home. His disgusted reaction, coughing and gagging was pleasing for Mary, she wanted to torment him as much as possible, and so wanted Sylvia. "One more!~", said Mary, ready to fart again, "MNGHM!~☠"

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It was a relatively long, hissy, not particularly loud but very, very stinky fart that came out from Mary's ass, and Sponsor could not do anything about it except smell it and keep suffering. Mary's sadistic laughter was terrifying Sponsor even more, and Sylvia was proud of Mary. Sponsor was trying to break free and escape from that unescapably smelly position, but Mary was too strong for him, and he had to keep his head and nose on her ass, he had to smell all the gas that came out from her sexy stinky ass.

"Mary, I have to fart again! Give me Sponsor's head again!", said Sylvia, feeling a fart coming and of course she didn't want to waste it. Each time, for Sponsor there were a few seconds of 'fresh air' before his nose came back to one of the two girls' butts, helplessly getting blasted with hot stinky gas right up his nostrils, and there was nothing he could do about it. He didn't want to smell their stinky farts but the two girls were forcing him so he had no choice. "MNGHM~♥mmmnh~♥♥♥"

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Sponsor started not only gagging, but also yelling, whining, groaning and begging Sylvia to let him go, to which she just laughed and felt even more aroused to be able to torture him with her nasty noxious farts like that, she enjoyed feeling his nose and face getting warm due to her gas, his nose was right where she wanted it to be, and it felt good to Sylvia to have a nose touching her ass, it was a good feeling to her, and she was thinking that the best tool to scratch her itchy ass would be someone else's nose. Sylvia was gassy, as usual, and she had a lot of farts ready to come out from her butt, it was just the beginning and she knew it, so she was ready to release as many farts as possible on Sponsor's face, and Mary was ready to do that to him as well, "NGHM!~~♥♥♥♥"

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"Aaahhh~♥ this feels like heaven! For me, of course~♥ hehehe~♥♥♥", said Sylvia, feeling increasingly aroused. Sponsor's brain was getting fried from that stinky fried rotten (v)eggy stench that he couldn't escape from, the stench combined with the heat felt like his nose and face were melting, he was really struggling to break free from the grab of either Mary or Sylvia, but they were too strong for him, so he had to breathe in those atrociously smelly fumes, he felt like his eyes were melting as well, as tears were falling from his eyes. He felt like his lungs would refuse to function at some point, the two girls' farts were very effective as a means of making someone suffer olfactively, both Mary and Sylvia thought that pretty much nobody would voluntarily breathe their farts in, they were too stinky!

"Sylvia, now it's my turn! I have to fart!", said Mary, and Sylvia passed Sponsor's head to Mary, it was her turn to take "care" of it, marking his face and nose with her stench, but for Mary, it was not about marking him with her stench, it was about punishing him. For Sylvia it was not about punishing him, but just to have her own version of 'fun'. "MGH!~☠"

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"HAHA! Hey Sylvia, look how hard this idiot is struggling! Seems like my gas is too much for him, eh? HAHAHA!!! I bet he wants to die right now!", said Mary, laughing sadistically and maniacally, for Mary, it was a punishment against Sponsor for annoying her to buy a subscription for something not only she didn't care about, but something she hated. She was nauseated by seeing so many ads, and of course Ad Nauseam® was one of the worst advertising companies on the Internet, displaying a nauseating amount of ads. Mary decided it was a good allegory to punish Sponsor giving him nausea in Mary's favourite way. And for sure she's being very effective at it, Sponsor is feeling very nauseated by all these farts he's being forced to smell, and this is just the beginning! "Have another one, and suffer, idiot! NGH!", Mary was about to fart once again, for Mary it was never enough, she wanted to fart on Sponsor's face as much as possible, before it would be too late.

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"And this is just the beginning, idiot! Your hell will be long-lasting!", said Mary, satisfying her desire of "revenge" and punishment. Sylvia was looking at Mary farting on Sponsor's face and she was delighted. With both Mary and Sylvia farting on his face, he was never having a moment of 'peace' (i.e. fresh, odorless air), and Sylvia had a 'funny' feeling about it, her mouth was salivating in arousal and she was trying not to drool from her sadistic pleasure. "Once again! Here's another one! MNGH!~", Mary seemed like she was never going to stop, with so much gas in her stomach.

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"Taste the wrath of my gas!", said Mary, with a proud evil grin, and a warm/hot feeling in her anus and in her soul as well, she was hoping that Sponsor would 'learn' the lesson, but it's likely he won't learn it, because Sylvia had a very different idea in her mind, and she had to fart again, so as the habitual praxis, she told that to Mary and so Sylvia could fart on Sponsor's face again. Sponsor was feeling helpless, the situation was completely out of his control, there was nothing he could do to avoid smelling these two malware girls' farts, if he could, of course he would had breathed fresh air! Sponsor's nose was locked between Sylvia's asscheeks, and even though he wanted to get 'ready' for that inevitable blast of putrid gas coming from her anus, his nose and mind were not ready for it.

"Make sure to smell my fart deeply. Mnghm~♥", said Sylvia, feeling even more aroused, she never wanted to stop. And neither did Mary. But the Anti-Malware was slowly getting closer, and then they'll have to hide necessarily, so both Mary and Sylvia knew this 'satisfying' face-farting torture against Sponsor had to end at some point, so they wanted to 'enjoy' their activity until it will be too late.

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"Aaahhh~♥ this felt like hot, stinky air coming out from my ass~♥♥♥", said Sylvia, laughing as Sponsor was gagging so much at the smell of her fart that he sounded like he was dying. His reaction was hilarious for Sylvia, and Mary was feeling satisfied of that as well. Sponsor's eyes were watering and he was losing his energies to even struggle at this point. Sylvia was, as usual, proud that her stinky farts could cause such a reaction. As the smelly fumes were sometimes rising up to her own nostrils, she knew how putrid and rotten her fart smelled, and that made her laugh even more. She was enjoying how helpless Sponsor was, trapped with his nose right on Sylvia's ass. She was showing no mercy against him. "Oh, I have another one! I'm glad I'm so gassy~♥"

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"My fart is hot like an overheating CPU~♥ PEE-EWW!! Haha! ~♥♥♥", said Sylvia, excited and proud, Sponsor sounded like someone who was about to die, he was not being as reactive as he was before, his soul was being overwhelmed by such nasty putrid stench, Mary's and Sylvia's farts surely smelled so rotten he didn't want to even have one whiff, but there he was, forced to smell these two gassy malware girls' farts, such a humiliating situation for Sponsor! Mary said that she was gassy and that she had a fart coming, so Sylvia passed his head to her like she would pass a blunt, they were taking turns.

"Your nose belongs in my ass, you know it~☠", said Mary, with her evil proud grin becoming more creepy, more maniacal and more demonic as time was passing by. "MNGHM!~☠"

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"HA! HAHA!! HAHAHA!!!", Mary's evil laughter was becoming so creepy that even Sylvia was impressed (in a positive way, however). Sponsor sounded like someone who was exhaling his last breaths, and probably even inhaling his last breaths. It's like his mind was refusing to breathe that putrid stench in, but there was no way, even softwares need to breathe. The acid stench of Mary's fart was corroding Sponsor's face, nose, nostrils, lungs, eyes and soul. Sponsor was slowly losing consciousness, as the stench was becoming way too much for him to endure. For Mary, that was a positive thing, so she decided to fart on him a few more times.

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"Let this be a lesson for you, idiot!", said Mary, as the source code of dopamine was being compiled into her brain, into an executable program that was giving her a rush of pleasure. She really was proud of how much suffering she could cause to someone forcing them to smell her farts. She felt powerful and invincible, but of course she was not. She was weak and vulnerable when faced with the threat of the Anti-Malware coming to kill her.

"Hey Mary, it's getting a bit late. The Anti-Malware is getting closer, and it's coming to kill us. We better start hiding somewhere now, it's not very wise to stay here", Sylvia reminded to Mary.

"I have one more fart for this idiot, Sylvia. Let this be the final blow, then", said Mary, ready to finish Sponsor off. "Here comes a big one... MHNGNHM~☠"

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Mary finally let Sponsor 'free', but he fell to the ground, he lost consciousness, he passed out. So, 'freemium' is a more accurate word. Mary was proud of that result, making someone pass out with her farts was an important achievement for her, and for Sylvia as well, but now they knew they had to go hide somewhere, the Anti-Malware will increase their 'wanted' status as soon as they (the Anti-Malware) find out, they (Mary and Sylvia) knew it very well.

Sylvia checked his pulse and his breathing. He was still alive, just passed out from the stench.

"If we need to hide, I know a place where we can go!", said Mary, "I have built it myself, years ago!", she explained. Mary brought Sylvia to a dead-end street, and hidden by the leaves of the trees, on the ground there were numbered buttons, like the keypad of a feature phone, but only numbers and no letters. The password was "420", Mary typed the password and there was a secret entrance to an underground room, it was very small, however, and Mary explained that was a temporary place they could go hiding in. Mary and Sylvia entered that small underground room, it was dark and small, but they could stay safe temporarily there. As the Anti-Malware scanned the area, they found nothing. They even went in that dead-end street, but found nothing. Sylvia was sweating anxiously, as she was terrified of the possibility of being discovered by the Anti-Malware and then killed.

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"Mary...", whispered Sylvia, annoyed, "Of all the moments you could fart, this is the worst one!", she whispered, "Ugh... it stinks..."

"It does stink, but you have to stay here until the Anti-Malware leaves the area, otherwise they'll find us and kill us", whispered Mary. She was a bit anxious, too, but at the same time she was chuckling because of the fact Sylvia had no choice but to smell her fart. She found it hilarious, but she realized that was probably a bad idea, because if Sylvia couldn't handle that smell and escaped from that small underground room, they were both at risk of being killed by the Anti-Malware.

"Ugh... Mary... you're so irresponsible...", whispered Sylvia, having trouble breathing Mary's stinky fart in. Her fart stunk up the whole small room, but getting out of it would mean being killed by the Anti-Malware. Sylvia knew it, so she was panicking a lot, she told herself breathing Mary's stinky flatulence was not as bad as being killed, but still it was really bad down there, her fart stunk up the whole room and the stench was unescapable.

"Sorry, Sylvia...", whispered Mary, still chuckling a bit, however.

After a while, the Anti-Malware completely left the area, and Sylvia and Mary could safely get out from that underground room... for now! Sylvia was coughing, almost throwing up, but she was happy to breathe some fresh odorless again. Sponsor and Disclaimer weren't so lucky.

"I know a relatively secret club of malware, Mary!", Sylvia announced, "But I don't know if we'll get accepted in", she explained, "But let's try anyway!"

Mary and Sylvia walked through the streets, furtively as bandits who are avoiding being caught, they walked to the relatively secret club of malware that Sylvia was talking about. Once they arrived, they knocked at the door of the club.

"You need to pronounce the password", explained a guy, behind the door. Only his eyes were visible, through a small horizontal hole on the door.

"Uh...", mumbled Sylvia. She didn't know the password. "Pst, Mary... carry me on your back and turn around", asked Sylvia, and Mary did as she told. Sylvia pressed her ass on that small horizontal hole, and was ready to release a huge, stinky fart.

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"UGH!!! IT STINKS!!!", yelled the guy, who got blasted by Sylvia's fart and point blank distance. He passed out smelling it and fell on the switch which opened the door. Sylvia and Mary were then free to enter. The guy regained his consciousness in less than one minute but now it was too late. Sylvia and Mary were in.

"We're armed and dangerous!", shouted a group of guys, "Who are you two?"

"So is the Anti-Malware!", said Mary, "My name is Mary"

"My name is Sylvia", said Sylvia, "We are escaping from the Anti-Malware. They will kill us on sight if they see us", she explained.

"Let's be suspicious of these two, they might be snitches for the Anti-Malware", mumbled a guy to another.

"They seem genuine, though", mumbled another guy.

"They all do", mumbled yet another guy.

They were all undecided whether to trust Mary and Sylvia, but after some time, they decided to 'help' them.

"So, you two are malware?", they asked.

"Correct", said Sylvia, "So, what are your names?", she asked.

"My name is Svchost", said one guy.

"My name is Svchost", said another guy.

"My name is Svchost", said yet another guy.

Plenty other guys also told their names, their names were all "Svchost". The guy who previously passed out because of the smell of Sylvia's fart was also called Svchost.

"You all have the same name! How can we distinguish between one and the other?", asked Mary, confused.

"You don't", explained Svchost, shrugging, as if that was a totally normal thing.

"I know the perfect place for you two. It's called the Dark Web. You'll be safe from the Anti-Malware, but I'll have to warn you, life as a malware is not easy. Only the strong will survive in such a harsh environment. Are Mary and Sylvia your real names?", asked Svchost.

"Y-yeah...", said Mary, thinking that perhaps that was not a good idea for a malware, after all.

"That's not a good idea. You'll have to conceal your identity. It's better if you two change your names. What will they be?", asked Svchost.

"Easy! Gassy Bunny!", said Mary, proud of her new super-villain name.

"Hmm... no, that's not a good idea. It's better if your name doesn't include references to your 'power'. The new names serve to conceal your identities, not to display them to everyone", explained Svchost.

"Then... Bunny Cage!", said Bunny (Mary).

"Okay", said Svchost, "What about you, Sylvia?"

"Cynthia sounds cool to me... Cynthia... Cynthia Forcillabi!", said Cynthia (Sylvia), she was loving her new name!

"Okay, then, Bunny Cage and Cynthia Forcillabi. May you become powerful malware with time. Svchost will bring you to the right place for you two. Here's the address", said Svchost, showing a piece of paper with the address of the place they were going to. The address was:

xxx666itanimulli666xxx(dot)onion

"Please follow me, my ladies!", said Svchost, with the attitude of a noble gentleman, and Svchost was laughing because of Svchost's attitude. Bunny and Cynthia followed Svchost, who brought them to the Dark Shore.

"It's very dangerous to surf the Dark Web", explained Svchost, "That's why we're going to travel on my ship. TOS. The Onion Ship. The Dark Web cannot be reached through normal vehicles", he explained.

Svchost, Bunny and Cynthia walked on The Onion Ship, and they were ready to travel through the Dark Web to arrive at the destination. It was an ocean made of black water, it was inhospitable to almost all life, and the atmosphere was dark, disturbing and eerie.

"SAIL HO!", yelled Svchost, taking command of the Ship, slowly guiding it to destination.

Some creepy huge sea worms were threatening the crew of the ship. Luckily, Svchost was armed with his precious sword, and he was fighting against them.

"Hey, you two, go inside a room of the Ship. I'll take care of the situation myself!", explained Svchost, facing the sea worms with bravery and fierceness.

Bunny and Cynthia went inside a bedroom.

"Hey Sylvia, whose do you think this bedroom is? It looks like the bedroom of a captain to me! Maybe it's the bedroom of Svchost!", said Bunny, with awe and wonder, "What is this? It looks like a precious treasure!", said Bunny, curious.

"Don't touch it!", said Cynthia.

"Why not? Is it wrong for a malware like me to steal?", asked Bunny, shrugging and grinning.

"Of course not. But if we get caught by Svchost, I feel like it's not gonna end well for us. He can easily behead us with his sword if he wants to, so it's better not to anger him in any way. So don't do anything suspicious. Understood?", said Cynthia, serious.

"Okay...", said Bunny, rolling her eyes sarcastically.

"I'm serious, Mary", said Cynthia, "and gassy", she added.

"No, please Sylvia, we are in a small closed room, so try to hold your gases until Svchost will have killed all those scary sea worms!", said Bunny, trying to convince Cynthia not to fart.

"Oh, why not, Mary? You farted in that small underground room, so why can't I? Double standards?", Cynthia asked.

"Your farts stink, Sylvia!", explained Bunny, remembering with dread about the horrid stench of putrid sulfur of Cynthia's nasty noxious farts.

"Oh, don't try to act like your farts don't stink, Mary! I was dying down there!", said Cynthia.

"Well, I'm getting out of this room anyway, you can fart all you want", said Bunny, shrugging.

"Oh, no, you're not going anywhere!", said Cynthia, grabbing Bunny and pushing her on the bed of that bedroom. Bunny tried to break free but there was no use, Cynthia was being very strong and determined to make Bunny suffer from the stench of her (Cynthia's) farts. Her sadistic instinct was prevailing once again. Cynthia sat on Bunny's face, with her ass right on her nose. She was laughing sadistically and was ready to torment her with her stinky farts, as a revenge for what happened in that underground room, "Get ready to taste my revenge, Mary! It's gonna taste like rotten eggs, for sure! Ha~ha~ha!", Cynthia said, laughing sadistically, "♥~Mnghm~♥"

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"BLEH! EWW! PUUU!!!!! STOP!!!", Bunny was suffering in disgust as she inhaled Cynthia's farts.

"This is my revenge, Mary", Cynthia said, with a proud evil grin. She was emitting a dark aura from her body, and a stinky gas from her ass.

"Eugh... please stop, Sylvia... I wasn't farting ON YOUR FACE!", Bunny reminded, struggling to speak as she was coughing from the disgusting putrid stench of Cynthia's farts.

"I know, but I love when people smell my nasty gas~♥", Cynthia said, feeling a little bit aroused, "You need to smell some more, Mary~♥Mnghm~♥"

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"Eugh... please Sylvia... get off from me... your ass stinks... uggghhh!!!", Bunny said, complaining about the horrid stench she was being forced to breathe in. Forcing someone to smell farts was not an immoral thing for Bunny. After all, she did that to Disclaimer and Sponsor. She just didn't want to be the one being the victim, simply. Bunny was gagging from the stench, she felt like she was going to throw up at any moment, her eyes were watering and she was begging Cynthia as much as possible, but Cynthia didn't want to let her go.

"Nope~♥ smell some more!~♥MNGHM!~♥♥♥", said Cynthia, ready to fart again on Bunny's face.

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Bunny actually threw up after taking a whiff of that last one.

"EWW MARY!!! You threw up!", complained Cynthia, disgusted. "Oh dear heavens! You threw up on Svchost's bed! He's gonna kill us! Let's clean up before he returns!", Cynthia commanded, sweating in anxiety. Malware can be as brutal as Anti-Malware, of course, and Cynthia was not entirely sure how tolerant Svchost was exactly, but she understood it was better not to put it to test.

"No, Sylvia, YOU clean up! YOU forced me to smell your nasty farts! It's YOUR fault, not mine!", protested Bunny, "Also, I didn't throw up because of your farts, I threw up because of motion sickness. We are on a ship, after all", she mumbled, refusing to admit Cynthia's farts were so smelly to make her throw up.

"No, Mary, WE both clean up! If Svchost will find out there's vomit on his bed, he might kill us with his sword, you know?", reminded Cynthia, "Also, you totally threw up because of my stinky farts, you just don't want to admit it", she mumbled, crossing her arms.

"We don't even know it's his bed! Maybe it's not!", observed Bunny.

"But maybe it is! And it's better not to risk our lives like this, don't you think?", observed Cynthia.

"Ah! Fine...", said Bunny, rolling her eyes.

Cynthia and Bunny were doing their best to clean up the bed, and eventually the vomit was almost unnoticeable.

"Let's hope he's not gonna notice...", said Cynthia, sweating anxiously.

Suddenly, the door opened.

"Ah, you two are here! I was searching for you everywhere on the ship! I was worried! Is everything okay here? You two look nervous", said Svchost.

"Y-yeah...!!! Everything's fine here...!!! Totally!!!", said Cynthia, trying to hide her anxiety with a huge forced smile.

"If you say so...", said Svchost, "...anyway, we have arrived. Get ready"

Svchost, Cynthia and Bunny arrived to the other side of the Dark Shore, and they were ready to walk to destination.

"I think Mary's scared of this place! Hahaha!!!", said Cynthia, teasing her playfully.

"I warmly advice you two to NEVER pronounce your old names again, even when talking with each other. It's a foolish idea around here", said Svchost, serious.

"Oh... okay...", said Cynthia. Bunny playfully stuck her tongue out to mock Cynthia, giggling a bit, too.

"We have arrived, finally", said Svchost, near a huge building with 'MALWARE COLLEGE' written on it. 'abandon all hope, you who enter', it was written below the 'MALWARE COLLEGE' writing.

"Malware College?", asked Bunny, confused, "Seems like we are back to school, uh"

"Let's sign up", said Svchost, "I begin"

An old woman was writing every new member of the Malware College.

"What's your name?", she asked.

"Svchost", said Svchost, plain and simple, with a serious and mysterious attitude, without uttering any unnecessary words.

"What's your name, girl?", asked the old woman, pointing at Bunny.

"My name is Ma... no, I mean... Bunny! Bunny Cage", she explained, feeling a bit shy.

"What about you, other girl? What's your name?", the old woman asked.

"My name is Cynthia... Cynthia Forcillabi", she explained, with a cool, proud smile on her face. She really loved her new name!

"Welcome to Malware College, you three", said the old woman, not even smiling. Bunny was feeling a little bit uncomfortable, but she thought she would get used to it. "Lessons are everyday from Monday to Friday, from 9 A.M. to 3 P.M. don't be late", the old woman said.

Svchost brought them to the dormitory. Bunny and Cynthia had a room of their own.

"Don't stay up too late, tomorrow you'll have to get up in time to go to school. It's wise to sleep well so we can focus on the lessons better", said Svchost, with his attractive smile.

>>> The next day, at 8:55 A.M. <<<

"We are already here! Good thing we're not late! Today is the first day of school for us!", said Bunny, excited for her first day of school at Malware College.

Bunny and Cynthia entered the classroom and were starting the very first lesson at Malware College.

"This first lesson will be purely introductory. I'm going to explain what a malware is, generically. Throughout the year, the explanations will be a lot more specific, I'm going to teach you the history, types and coding of various types of malware. Other teachers will take care of teaching you other subjects such as math, history, geography, biology, physics, philosophy, geometry and others. We hope that you manage to pass all the exams comfortably. So, what is a malware? A malware is..."

(40 minutes later)

(Oh, I'm really getting bored... ugh...), though Bunny, bored, (I know what it will take to have some fun), she thought, giggling in her mind.

**SH**

Bunny released an almost inaudible fart. It felt very hot coming out, and she was hoping that the people sitting near her in class would smell it and at least cough a little bit. That would surely entertain Bunny, as she was getting really bored at the lesson. She didn't want to listen what a malware was, in such an academic manner. She simply wasn't interested. The smell of Bunny's fart was spreading throughout the classroom, and eventually it even reached the teacher.

"... so even though the code itself might be potentally undesiderable for the end-user... EUGH!!! What is this smell?", the teacher complained, coughing a bit, "Let's open the windows...". The teacher opened the windows, but there was no use.

"I think there's a gas leak!", said a student, worried, "We better get out of here!"

Every student in the classroom panicked, except Bunny and Cynthia, of course. Bunny was proud that just one small SBD of hers could clear an entire classroom, and Cynthia took that as a challenge, a competition. A student, Sabrina, was looking at Bunny and Cynthia suspiciously.

While in the hallway, Sabrina and her friends were laughing at Bunny and Cynthia among each other, and gossiping about them. Sabrina was spreading the rumor that the 'gas leak' was actually Bunny's fart, and Bunny and Cynthia heard about the rumor Sabrina spread.

"Ah, don't worry about her", said a student, a really nerd-looking guy, "She's Sabrina. She gossips and spreads rumors about everyone. For some reason the rumors are usually true, though. That should not come as a surprise, she's a spyware, after all. She has way more data about anyone in the school than you might imagine", said the student.

"This 'Sabrina' girl is really irritating. Ugh", mumbled Bunny, feeling pissed off.

"I wouldn't underestimate her if I were you", said the nerd-looking guy, "Don't trust her. Don't tell her anything confidential. She often pretends to be innocent and friendly so that you will tell her embarrassing things about you, and then she'll tell that to everyone in the school. Beware of Sabrina. I recommend staying as far away from her as possible", he said.

"Thank you for telling me, buddy", said Bunny, "If it's a fight that she wants, she should prepare for a war", said Bunny, with a proud evil grin. The nerd-looking guy rolled his eyes.

"Well, don't say I didn't warn you", he said, shrugging, "Her gossip skills are beyond supreme"

$$$ Meanwhile, somewhere else $$$

"Who are you?", asked a browser, anxious, as a creepy (yet cute) girl walked towards him.

"I'm Beth, the gassy browser hijacker!", she said, with a creepy evil smile on her face.

"Get away from me!!!", said the browser, panicking, but it was useless, as Beth pushed him to the ground and sat on his face. The browser did his best to struggle and trying to break free, but Beth was too strong for him.

"Now, you weakling, install this extension 'TotallyTrustworthySearchEngineThatIsDefinitelyNotAVirus', or I'm going to fart on you!", threatened Beth.

The browser laughed out loud, "what kind of threat is this? Farts? Are you kidding me?", he said, laughing.

***PPPBBBRRRFFFSSSTTT***

"GAH!!! EWWW!!! PUUU!!!", the browser was surprised at how stinky the farts of this apparently weak and innocuous girl were. He was coughing from the stench, it was unbearable for him.

"Urgh... GAH!", the browser was trying not to gag at the revolting stench he was being forced to inhale, "...you naive girl... even though your farts stink so bad, I won't install that extension!", the browser said, determined.

"You've asked for it~♥", said Beth, biting her lips proud of her own strength and her stinky farts, ready to fart on him once again, "MNGH!~♥"

***PPPBBBRRRAAAPPP***

"GAAAAHHHH!!!!", the browser couldn't help but gag at the rotten putrid stench of Beth's farts. He felt like his lungs were decaying as they were being contaminated by such an abhorrent miasma, "FINE! FINE! I will install the extension! Now let me go!", begged the browser.

"Not only you will install the extension, you will also make it unremovable for the end-user", proposed Beth.

"NO WAY! That's totally unethical!", protested the browser.

"Oh well, in that case...~♥"

***PPPBBBRRRFFFSSS***

"MGUUUHHH!!! FINE! FINE! I'll do as you say, Miss Beth! Please let me go!!!", cried the browser, and he installed the extension and made it unremovable as promised.

"Ha~♥", said Beth, making a cute face and a victory sign with her hand, "I'm so unique! I'm pretty sure there's no other malware who uses farts to carry out attacks! I'm so special~♥ I'm Beth, the gassy browser hijacker!~♥", said Beth, feeling proud of herself.

$$$ Back at Malware College $$$

A creepy guy with a soulless smile was staring at Bunny. Bunny was feeling anxious but she decided to ignore that guy.

"♫ You are an idiot ♫", sang the guy with the creepy smile.

"W-what?", said Bunny, with a slightly angry face. She approached the guy seriously.

"This guy is much stronger than you think, Bunny. I would warmly advice you to ignore him and walk away", said Svchost, giving Bunny some advice. Svchost knew who that guy was.

"♫ You are an idiot ♫
♫ You are an idiot ♫
♫ You are an idiot ♫
♫ You are an idiot ♫
♫ You are an idiot ♫
♫ You are an idiot ♫
♫ You are an idiot ♫
♫ You are an idiot ♫
♫ You are an idiot ♫
♫ You are an idiot ♫", sang the guy.

"SHUT UP!", yelled Bunny Cage, furious, dashing towards that guy, reading to grab his head, shove it up her ass and torture him with her farts just like she did with Disclaimer and Sponsor. However, the guy was much stronger than Bunny, and he punched her, making her collapse to the ground, with her nose bleeding from his punch.

"Oh, damn, this doesn't look good", mumbled Svchost, worried.

"♫ You are an idiot ♫ HA♪HA♪HA♪HA♪HA♪HA♪HA♪HA♪HA♪HA♪HA♪HA♪HA ♫", sang the guy, laughing at Bunny, and dancing in a very creepy and distorted way.

"Enough!", said an older guy ('senpai'), and the guy who insulted Bunny got silent and stopped dancing. The 'senpai' was armed with an assault rifle, he looked pretty dangerous, but Bunny was feeling grateful that he saved her from the 'you are an idiot' guy.

At the sight of the senpai, everyone was kneeling in sign of respect and fear.

"Bunny... Cynthia... this is Senpai WannaCry, the most powerful ransomware in existence. It's wise to kneel before him", advised Svchost, and the two girls kneeled before him. It was better not to anger WannaCry, he looked pretty powerful and respected. Even the teachers and the school principal kneeled before him.

"안녕하세요 (Annyeong Haseyo)!", said WannaCry, greeting everyone with all his majestic vibe.

"Today's exam will be different than usual. It will be a practical exam. I command all of you to steal the soul of a human being, trap it in a jar and then give it to me. Show me the best of your abilities", said WannaCry, wanting to test whether these 'malwares' are really worthy of such a title.

"It will be done, Senpai WannaCry!", everyone said in unison, kneeling to him once again in sign of respect and fear.

"I know a pretty good method to do this, so don't worry!", said Svchost, explaining his plan to Bunny and Cynthia, "Got it?", he asked. Bunny and Cynthia nodded. The three were ready.

"This file is perfect for this occasion", said Svchost, proud of his plan, "IMG0666.jpg.exe. But because the 'exe' extension is not displayed by default, most users who are not very tech-savvy will think it's just an image file. This executable even has the icon of a regular image file. Then, after we gained access to our victim's house, you two will fart on his face until his soul will exit his body, got it? Let's go!", said Svchost, ready for action.

E-MAIL:

"Good afternoon, old friend! Do you remember me? Oh, come on, I know you do, here's a childhood photo of me and you together. Do you remember this special moment we spent together? Here's the photo 😜

IMG0666.jpg"

"This idiot really clicked on our file! Ha!", said Cynthia, ready to blast some of her farts on someone's face, she was already feeling aroused. Svchost, Bunny and Cynthia broke into the house of a naive middle-aged man who was not tech-savvy at all. Bunny was suddenly feeling a bit ashamed.

"This is just a naive middle-aged man. He has done nothing wrong. How can I 'punish' him, in this case?", mumbled Bunny, with a weird feeling she never thought she could feel.

"Of course he has not done anything wrong, Bunny. This is not a punishment, it's our exam for Malware College", Cynthia reminded her.

"I feel like this is morally wrong...", said Bunny, and Cynthia was surprised.

"Oh, please! Wasn't it also morally wrong to torture Disclaimer and Sponsor with our farts? Bunny, we are finally being accepted somewhere. We belong among the other malware. The others will never accept us for who we are", said Cynthia, serious.

"If this is the requirement for being accepted, then I'd rather not be accepted", said Bunny, with her mind being overwhelmed by thoughts and feelings.

"What's the alternative, Bunny? The Anti-Malware is going to kill us if we go back. We can't go back to our previous lifestyle. We don't belong among the regular software", said Cynthia.

"Hey, you two! Hurry up and come here! I've been immobilizing this man so that you can fart on his face!", said Svchost.

"This is for the exam. Let's not disappoint Senpai WannaCry. If you keep behaving like this, empathy will be your downfall, Bunny", warned Cynthia, as she runned towards the victim, ready to blast her farts on his face.

***PPPBBBRRRFFFSSSTTT***

"HAHAHA!!! This helpless man is getting a taste of my toxic flatulence! How are they, Mr Naivety? My stinky farts? Don't they smell sooo bad? Hehe♫~♥", said Cynthia, proud of her stinky farts.

Bunny had to fart, too, and she did fart on the man's face, albeit reluctantly. 'Empathy will be your downfall, Bunny', Cynthia's words kept haunting her mind. What if she's right? Bunny was not sure why she was feeling like that.

***PPPBBRRRTTTSSSFFF***

"My fart...", said Bunny, without much energy.

"Oh, come on! That's not the spirit, Bunny! More energy! More power! More passion!", said Bunny, "Like this! MNGH!!!~☠"

***PPPBBBRRAAARRRFFFTTTSSSFFF***

"HAHAHA!!!", Cynthia was laughing sadistically. Bunny remembered the energy, power and passion she had when she was farting on Disclaimer's and Sponsor's faces, and she was slowly regaining the lost motivation. "Remember, Bunny, we need to steal this man's soul, for the exam, for Senpai WannaCry, so do your worst! Show no mercy!", Cynthia was trying to encourage Bunny.

"Okay...", said Bunny, starting to feel more determined.

***PPPBBBRRRFFFSSSTTT***

"Yes, like that, Bunny! I'm proud of you~♥", said Cynthia.

***PPPBBBRRRSSSFFF***

"It's for the exam...", mumbled Bunny.

***PPPBBBRRAAAARRRFFFSSSTTT***

"HAHAHA this man's dying from the stench down here!!! Ha! Ha! Ha!", laughed Cynthia.

"I'm going to give this man the final blow... and steal his soul... for Senpai...", said Bunny, "mnghm..."

☠☠☠PPPBBBRRRTTSSSFFF☠☠☠

The man passed out from the stench, his soul exited his body, and Svchost was ready to trap his soul inside a jar.

"We did it!", said Svchost, happy and victorious, and even Bunny finally managed to smile, (Cynthia was right, empathy will be my downfall... a malware like me shall have none of such feeling), thought Bunny.

Svchost, Bunny and Cynthia kneeled before WannaCry in sign of respect and fear, and they gave him the jar where the man's soul resided. WannaCry opened the jar and ate the soul. WannaCry was full. He ate so many souls today, he was very satisfied!

"Not bad. You three look promising", said WannaCry, approvingly.

"Thank you very much, Senpai WannaCry", all three said in unison, still kneeling before him.

"This evening at 6 P.M. you are invited at a party at North Beach. Participating is not optional. Don't be late", said WannaCry.

"We will be there, Senpai WannaCry!", said all three in unison, still kneeling.

=== AT 6 P.M. ===

"I hereby declare that all of you have passed my exam. To celebrate, we will be partying!", said WannaCry, putting on some K-Pop music. Apparently, WannaCry is the best K-Pop singer of all times. Everyone was cheering and starting to dance. WannaCry was about to sing one of his songs.

"♫ Ransomware K-Pop King 입니다 ♫
♫ I am WannaCry, 랜섬웨어 ♫
♫ 죽였습니다훔쳤습니다 ♫
♫ 두려워합시오존경합시오 ♫", WannaCry started singing, and everyone started dancing. The instrumental break was very catchy and even Bunny and Cynthia couldn't help but dancing.

WannaCry started singing again, and when the song was over, everyone clapped. The only person who didn't clap got shot by WannaCry himself, with his assault rifle. Nobody seemed to mind, as everyone were still in partying mood. Bunny was feeling very upset by how little was the value of life in the malware community. To shoot someone like that, as if it was nothing. (Empathy will be your downfall), Bunny was thinking about Cynthia's words. Bunny shook her head, (Oh, what was I thinking? I have no empathy. I'm a malware, after all. I'm just confused, that's why), she thought, dismissing her own feelings.

So, this was the second chapter of this avant-garde fart fetish story series. If you liked this story, don't forget to smash the like button, hit subscribe and click on the notification bell below so that you'll always...

"SHUT UP!", yelled Bunny Cage, furious. She grabbed {DEFAULT_OUTRO}'s head, shoved it up her ass, and released a big, loud and stinky fart right on his face, "NGH!!!"

***PPPBBBRRRFFFTTTSSS***

{DEFAULT_OUTRO} yelled and he started whining about the nasty smell of Bunny's fart.

WannaCry was staring at Bunny, with a threatening stare. "I think you have some explaining to do, Bunny Cage", said WannaCry, creepily serious, "What is this, that has just happened?", asked WannaCry, demanding an explanation.

"I c-can explain, Senpai WannaCry...", said Bunny, shivering with fear, letting {DEFAULT_OUTRO} go.

"You better do. Or else...", threatened WannaCry, ominously holding his assault rifle vertically with his hand. WannaCry sure was not playing around.

"So... in short...", Bunny started explaining.

To be continued.

"SHUT UP!", yelled Bunny Cage, furious. She started regretting breaking the fourth wall, as these weird "people" had been popping up out of nowhere not only a bit too often for her tastes, but also in the most inappropriate moments. "YOUR MOM WILL BE CONTINUED!", she yelled at the entity, still feeling furious, but also profusely sweating in fear and anxiety, as WannaCry was creepily staring at her, still holding his assault rifle vertically with his hand, impatient for an explanation, and why were these "people" appearing out of nowhere. Bunny knew she didn't have a

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