Description: this is a fart fetish story.
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"Are you okay? You seem so sad", said ʌɬɔkʼɛ, worried about ʁyχɜɹ looking sad.
"Sure", said ʁyχɜɹ, pretending he was happy. Actually, he was sad, but he didn't want to tell her why.
"You don't look like you're happy. Come on, you can tell me!", she told him, smiling gently.
"Okay, well, you are right, I'm not happy. But it's too embarrassing to tell why", he said, blushing a bit.
"I see, we can talk in private if you want. You've been looking sad in the past few days", she said.
"Okay, let's go", he said, going in a room somewhere far from other people.
Once they went into the room, ʌɬɔkʼɛ asked ʁyχɜɹ what was wrong.
"Even the premise is very embarrassing, promise not to judge me", ʁyχɜɹ said, knowing he's gonna regret what he's about to admit.
"I promise. I'm not a judgmental person", ʌɬɔkʼɛ said, serious but gentle.
"Okay. Well, the first thing you need to know, is that I have a fart fetish", he admitted, hoping she would not judge him.
"That's not a problem, to be completely honest with you", she said, serious.
"Okay, this was just the premise, the reason I'm feeling disappointed is another. Basically, I'm not the only one who has a fart fetish in this world. There is a huge community that does fart art on the Internet. Or, at least, there used to be one", he said, disappointed.
"What happened to the fart community?", she asked.
"It's a very long story, are you sure you want to hear it?", he asked.
"Sure", she said.
"It all started ten years ago. Well, actually, this whole thing didn't start suddenly, it was more like a gradual thing, but ten years ago was the moment I realized there was a fart art community on the Internet. Everything looked beautiful, there were videogames, drawings, stories, animations, and much more! People in the fart community were very hopeful about the future of fart art, and well, actually, the fart community had grown a lot in the next five years. So much art had been uploaded and everything looked bright. Unfortunately, after that year, there had been a drought in the fart community, and fart art lacked both in quantity and quality. There was much less fart art, and that which had been uploaded was not as good as the art that had been uploaded in the previous five years. People were starting to worry about the future of the fart community, and in my opinion, rightly so. The drought got even worse in the past two years. New fart art is usually behind a paywall, that means you have to pay to see it. In certain cases you have to pay a certain amount of money every month in order to see it. Some users left the fart community and don't produce any fart art anymore, and some others didn't really leave, but still they're not as active as they used to be. There is this user who used to write fart stories very often, but now he constantly writes stories about depression and sadness, that don't have anything to do with farts. He also complains a lot about society, governments and censorship. He sounds like he writes political commentary now rather than fart stories like he used to. It seems like the fart community is dead. I'm disappointed, because ten years ago I used to have very high expectations about the future of the fart community, but now it looks like everything is over. It's crazy how a formerly huge community can end like this. I'm feeling nostalgic about the past", he said.
"Are you sure this is the reason you're feeling sad? Nothing else?", she asked.
"This is the reason, I swear", he said.
"I understand. So, basically, the fart community doesn't produce art anymore?", she asked.
"Errr... it actually does produce art, but as I said before, you have to pay for the good art, the free art is not that good or frequent. The community is not like it used to be anymore. It's taking a direction I'm not enjoying", he explained.
"Perhaps, more experimental?", she wondered.
"Actually, the user who writes depressing stuff and political commentary does a lot of experimental stuff, just not something I enjoy. I miss when fart art was more... let's say innocent, for a lack of a better word. Unfortunately, now it's like it's not that innocent anymore. Politics and mental health seem to be very discussed topics in the past few years. I just want for artists to go back to just writing simple stories about farts, ones where there is a cute girl farting on a boy's face, and where the story focuses on farting, not on the plot. Now it seems like people don't do that as often anymore. I miss the old times, I really do", he explained.
"I see. Perhaps the fart community didn't die. Perhaps it just evolved into something else, just like the heavy metal community. You know, art evolves over time, otherwise we would still have classical music!", she suggested.
"I didn't want it to evolve this way. I want fart art to be back to normal as soon as possible, but I think it's too late now", he said.
"Why don't you produce any fart art, just the way you want it to be?", she proposed.
"Are you kidding? I have absolutely no artistic skills! And artists don't care about making the same type of art they used to anymore. It's over now", he said, disappointed, with his dreams and hopes broken. He wondered whether the fart community would resurrect and rise from its ashes eventually.
"I see. Well, you know, there tend to be revivals of artistic genres after some time. I believe it is called vintage, or something like that. And, at least you can still see the old art", she said.
"Well, that's true. I already played fart videogames from ten years ago. It's just that I need new things to play", he admitted.
"You never know what's gonna happen in the future. Perhaps your wishes will come true, who knows", she said, smiling.
He smiled back.
"Hey, ʁyχɜɹ, do you want me to fart on your face?", she asked, excited.
"W-what?", he mumbled, confused.
"Choose quickly, I have a fart ready now. If you don't choose quicky I won't have a fart ready anymore", she explained.
"Okay, you can fart on my face", he said.
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"Wow, it really smells! Nice!", he said, a bit disgusted by the smell, but happy, and sexually aroused by the event.
"Do you like the smell?", she asked.
"Yeah, it's pretty strong, and good", he said, happy.
"I can fart on you anytime you want", she said, smiling gently.
"Thank you, I hope you will also have much smellier farts than this, I want you to force me to smell the stinkiest farts you can let out!", he said, sexually aroused.
ʌɬɔkʼɛ laughed a bit, but she accepted his request nonetheless.
"Are you really sure you want this?", she asked, wondering.
"Yes! But, your farts are not stinky enough, unfortunately. Do you know any girl who does extremely stinky farts?", he asked.
"I do know one", she said, remembering an event that happened one year before.
"Is she willing to fart on my face, though?", he asked.
"I bet she is!", she said, smiling.
The next day, ʌɬɔkʼɛ explained to θɵθɵθ the situation, and θɵθɵθ agreed to fart on ʁyχɜɹ's face.
"So, ʁyχɜɹ, realistically. How can I 'prevent you from escaping'? It sounds easy on the fart fetish stories you read, but real life is different", θɵθɵθ said.
"I have an idea. I'll lock you two inside a small closet. That way the air will be quickly stinky if θɵθɵθ farts, and ʁyχɜɹ won't be able to escape!", explained ʌɬɔkʼɛ.
"Yeah, that's a pretty nice idea. Do you agree, ʁyχɜɹ?", θɵθɵθ asked.
"Yeah, I'm okay with that. How bad do your farts smell, θɵθɵθ?", asked ʁyχɜɹ.
"They smell awful and toxic. Last year they evacuated the whole classroom because the smell was unbearable. I have to be careful not to fart anywhere in public, but with you, well, that's a different story", said θɵθɵθ, smiling.
"Now we have to find a small closet that can be locked", said ʌɬɔkʼɛ.
"Well, nevermind. Perhaps I was just too aroused when I asked for that. Just fart on my face, that will be enough", said ʁyχɜɹ.
"That's okay, I'll warn you when I have one", said θɵθɵθ, smiling.
ʁyχɜɹ's heart was beating fast and he was really happy. Finally he could live the stories he used to read, he could experience those stories in real life! He always wondered how stinky a girl's fart can be, and he hoped that θɵθɵθ's farts could meet his expectations.
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"I have a fart now, and... are you sure you wanna do this? It's gonna stink a lot!", warned θɵθɵθ.
"Yes, that's what I want", said ʁyχɜɹ, smiling happy.
"Okay then, put your nose near my ass", said θɵθɵθ, smiling.
it feels so warm and cozy
ʁyχɜɹ put his nose near θɵθɵθ's ass and waited.
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It smelt really intense. The smell was so bad, it made ʁyχɜɹ's eyes water. He struggled to take the next breath, and soon he withdrawed his face from the vicinity of θɵθɵθ's ass.
"Smells bad enough for you?", she teased, laughing a bit.
"Whoa, it's stinking up the whole room!", he said, after noticing there was no safe place from that noxious smell in that room anymore.
"Yep. Now the whole room reeks of my love~", she said, in a cute voice.
"You are incredible! In a good way", he said, starting to fall in love with θɵθɵθ.
Now, everytime ʁyχɜɹ looks at θɵθɵθ's eyes, he feels a weird but pleasant feeling. Is this love? His heart is beating fast.
The next day, ʁyχɜɹ asked θɵθɵθ if he could hug her.
"Sure!", she said, smiling and opening her arms.
ʁyχɜɹ almost cried from the joy.
"I feel happy now", he said, smiling happy.
"Oh, and by the way, I need to tell you something. I contacted a fart artist. The one who does experimental stuff, stories about depression and political commentaries. He said he will try to write more normal fart fetish stories, but also that he won't abandon his experimental style. He said he will try to balance the two aspects of his art. He also said he's concerned about the future of the fart community, too, and that the only thing he's good at is writing stories, but he said he will try to make the fart community great again", she explained.
ʁyχɜɹ smiled happily.
"And not only that. I also contacted another fart artist and he said a new fart fetish RPG is being in development. Perhaps things are not as grim as you told ʌɬɔkʼɛ, you need to see things more positively sometimes", she said, smiling.
"Yeah, perhaps it was just that I focused on the worst parts of the fart community. Free art is still being produced, it's not the same type of art that was produced ten years ago, but that's because art evolves", ʁyχɜɹ said, relieved from his former disappointment.
"So, what do you want to do in the meanwhile, while you wait for new fart art to be published?", θɵθɵθ asked.
"I want to spend some time with you and chat for a bit", ʁyχɜɹ answered.
"That's okay for me. Just know, that the future looks bright!", she said, smiling cheerfully.
"Yeah, perhaps you are right", said ʁyχɜɹ, smiling in sign of hope for a bright future.
ʁyχɜɹ smiled and daydreamed about a future where the fart community will be as huge and respected as the heavy metal community. Things are just the way the are, but one can always hope that the future will bring peace, prosperity and new fart art! Who knows which surprises the future holds, one can only wait and see for themselves.
"Just wondering, do you want to smell my farts again?", θɵθɵθ asked.
"Sure, why not. It's a pretty difficult but fun challenge nonetheless", ʁyχɜɹ replied.
"Okay. As always, I will warn you when I have one", she said, smiling kindly.
ʁyχɜɹ's life improved since he met θɵθɵθ, but is it actually love, or is it merely a temporary feeling of infatuation? He didn't know what to think about the feelings he had for her.
"Let's go to a private place. I have one ready", she said, smiling.
They both went to θɵθɵθ's bedroom.
"Your bedroom looks really nice", he said, pleasantly surprised.
"I'm glad you like it. Do you want me to sit on your face while you lie down?", she asked, with a teasing smile.
"Are you sure that's not inappropriate for you?", he asked.
"I would do anything to make you feel good! It's not inappropriate for me! To hell with these sick societal norms!", she said, smiling.
"Okay then, you can sit on my face while I lie down!", he said, happy.
He lied down and she sat on his face.
"Get ready for a really smelly experience!", she said, proud of her ability to let out unbearably smelly gas from her ass.
"I'm ready!", he said, proud of his supposed ability to endure unbearably smelly gas from θɵθɵθ's ass (or at least, that's what he was expecting).
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A sudden gust of really stinky wind impacted on ʁyχɜɹ's nose. He felt like he was about to throw up, but he needed to show his own endurance to that smell, or else he would have felt ashamed of himself.
"Wow. It smells really bad. I can't stand it", he finally admitted.
"I won! Yeah!", she said, laughing.
"I didn't think a girl's fart could smell this bad! Peee-uuu!", he said, waving the air around him.
θɵθɵθ laughed and smiled.
"It looks like you are happy now. The fart community is about to come back to life, and you experienced this thing yourself. Do you need anything else?", she asked, smiling.
"I need a hug!", he said, smiling.
She hugged him tightly for a long time. Everything is okay now, ʁyχɜɹ realized that, after all, happiness exists and can be easily reached. He knew that the longer he was sad for, the more difficult it would have been to get out from that sadness. Luckily, every bad thing is over now, and he is really happy.
"There's no need to worry now, from now on I will often hug you and fart on your face. If you would like me doing that, that's it. I would do anything to make you happy", she said, smiling gently.
ʁyχɜɹ smiled and felt really grateful to have such an angel as his friend.
"Thank you so much, θɵθɵθ. I also hope you will