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I'm identifying five types of reactions to the so-called "consensus" (the opinion of an entity I call "Demos", an egregore/deity that represents the opinions of the majority):
1: Actual conformism: conforming your opinion to that of Demos ("most people believe X, therefore X is true" kind of reasoning, argumentum ad populum fallacy, basically)
2: Pseudo-conformism: behaving in a way that suggests Demos has a certain opinion even though it doesn't e.g. behaving as if everyone likes you even when you're hated by the majority. The behavioural framework of conformism is still there, you just behave as-if Demos had a different opinion than the one it currently has.
N/A: Pseudo-apathy: pretending that you don't care when you actually do ("IDGAF" kind of vibes, or, for example, you listen to a band most people dislike but when listening to that band you "defend" it from the "haters"). There are two types of pseudo-apathy:
3: White-knight pseudo-apathy: e.g. you listen to a band and support them to "defend" them from the "haters", at least conceptually.
4: Hispter pseudo-apathy: when you do something that is contrary to the consensus not to white-knight anyone or out of empathy, but just because you think it's cool to do something that goes against what the majority thinks/does.
5: Actual non-conformism: behaving in a way that transcends conformist behavioural and cognitive frameworks.
Here's a concrete example, let's say you're listening to Nickelback, and you perceive that band to be hated by most (regardless of whether or not that is true).
1: Actual conformism: you're listening to Nickelback, you don't know why you're doing it, but then you remember Nickelback sucks (because most people say so, not because you actually dislike their music) and you close the video and stop listening to them quite quickly. You saved yourself from the tragedy of listening to garbage music, no guilty pleasure for you!
2: Pseudo-conformism: you're listening to Nickelback, in your mind you have told yourself this narrative that most people like Nickelback, and so Nickelback is good (because, in your own self-deceptive narrative, most people like Nickelback and think they're great musicians, not because you genuinely like their music... or rather, you genuinely like their music, and in your mind you built the narrative that Nickelback are liked by most, because of course your own opinion is not valid on its own, it needs other people's validation in order to be valid).
3: White-knight pseudo-apathy: you perceive Nickelback to be hated by most, and so you listen to them with the purpose of "defending" them, even if just emotionally/conceptually.
4: Hipster pseudo-apathy: you perceive Nickelback to be hated by most, and so you listen to them because you think doing/thinking about things differently from most people is cool, so it's not about "defending" Nickelback unlike in #3, it's just that you think you're cool by being different.
5: Actual non-conformism: you listen to Nickelback because you enjoy their music, it genuinely makes no difference what other people think about Nickelback.
These five reactions are something you can have regarding anything or anyone, including (what other people think of) you, or the bands that you like (or dislike), or literally anything or anyone, really. Something that needs to mentioned in my not-so-humble opinion is that #2 (pseudo-conformism) can be, in some interpretations, be considered a subset of #5 (actual non-conformism), because technically, with "pseudo-conformism" one's opinion about something (e.g. of Nickelback) does not change, regardless of what Most-People™ think about that thing. The opinion of others is irrelevant even in #2, so that can be considered actual non-conformism too, despite the underlying thought patterns being related to conformism attitudes, even if in a self-deceptive manner (one can also deceive others - not just oneself - with "false consensus", a technique especially common in propaganda and mass media communication in general). As usual, though, whether any couple of things A and B are "the same thing" or a "different thing" is subjective (it's a matter of *categorization*) and depends on numerous factors, such as one's own biases, prejudices, personality traits, cultural environment and even language, hinting at the weak version of the Sapir-Whorf hypothesis, but I digress.
"What the fuck is this?", Sara said, confused.
"Well, as the title said, this is not a fart fetish story, were you really expecting this to be one?", Samraat said, pointing out the title of the story.
"Yeah, I mean, it's like 'this is not a pipe', like, that painting literally depicts a pipe, you know what I mean, right...", Sara said, sighing.
"Well... this is actually not a fart fetish story, it seems. The title is honest. Also, 'this is not a pipe' is also honest, because technically, that painting is really not a pipe, just a depiction of one", Samraat said.
"But I wanted to read a fart fetish story! This is unacceptable!", Sara said, already starting to feel defeated.
"Well, Sara, you need to get over it, this is not a fart fetish story, period!", Samraat said, accepting things for how they were.
"NO! I won't get over it!", Sara said, feeling angry at the fact this is not a fart fetish story.
"So, what are you planning to do, Sara?", Samraat asked, furious.
"I'll break the fourth wall and punish the author by farting on their face for a long time!", Sara said, with a satisfied grin on her face, she liked her own plan.
"This doesn't seem to be a good idea, Sara. First of all, there are four walls in this room, how you know which one is the fourth one?", Samraat asked, inquisitively.
"Easy!", said Sara, with a smug smile on her face, pointing at a wall with the number '4' and the Kanji of death '死' (shi) painted in blood.
"Uh...", Samraat sighed, "fair enough, Sara! Next question, why are you going to punish the author for this? They have been honest, they said this is not a fart fetish story, so why punish someone for telling the truth?", he asked, wondering.
"Because it's a trick, I mean, the author generally posts fart fetish stories, some of them are pretty surreal, so it would had made sense that 'This is not a fart fetish story' would had actually been a fart fetish story, taking inspiration from that surrealist painter, that's a reference some people may had understood, and reading something that is actually not a fart fetish story is pretty disappointing, the author knew what they were doing, and I'm not going to accept this!", said Sara, feeling determined.
"Well, Sara, it is what it is, I know it's hard to accept but...", Samraat said, sighing and not finishing his sentence.
"But what? I'm not going to accept it, I already told you, Samraat!", Sara said, not wanting to change her mind.
"Okay, Sara, next question. How are you going to break the fourth wall? It doesn't seem to be very fragile", Samraat said, pointing out.
"Oh, I'll find a way, trust me~", Sara said, with a mischievous smirk on her face.
"Another question, Sara... so... maybe your farts won't smell that bad to be considered as a punishment, and also... maybe the author is into that so they won't consider it as a punishment?", Samraat asked. He was wondering what Sara would say about the smell of her farts, he was curious to see if her farts smelled really bad or not.
"Oh, trust me, Samraat, my farts smell horrible, they're like a biohazard, and after I eat beans and potatoes? I can make an entire room uninhabitable!", Sara said, with a really proud grin on her face. As soon as she said that, Samraat was starting to get aroused, he was starting to get a boner, and he secretly wished that Sara would fart on his face instead of the author's face, but he was too embarrassed to say that he had a fart fetish and he would rather keep it secret.
"Uh... but anyway... the author may still be into that...", Samraat said, pointing out. He didn't want Sara to fart on the author's face, and in the meanwhile he was preparing himself psychologically to admit to Sara that he had a fart fetish and that he wanted her to fart on his face, but it was extremely difficult, everytime he thought about it his heart was beating faster and he felt a knot in his throat, there was no way he could say anything like that to Sara! But he was trying his best to prepare himself to say that, even though it was exceedingly difficult and embarrassing.
"No way! My farts are too stinky for anyone to be into them, especially after I eat beans and potatoes! Speaking of which, they're cooking in the kitchen, and as soon as they're ready, I'll eat them and then we'll break the fourth wall and stink up the author's nose with my farts! They're gonna gag and suffer a lot, trust me~", Sara said, with a mischievous grin on her face, and that made Samraat even more aroused than before, but he was too embarrassed to admit it, so he decided he'll keep pretending he's not into that.
"Uh, well... okay...", said Samraat, breathing a bit heavily, both from the sexual arousal and because of his embarrassment, he was feeling a bit nervous, in his mind there was a war of ideas, 'should I tell her or not?', he had no idea what to do. When Sara said I'd gag and suffer a lot if she farts on my nose, Samraat felt even more aroused, when he was a young teenager he would search on the Internet about girls describing how bad their farts smelled, he wished to be face-farted by a girl with really stinky farts, but that never happened. Now it was his chance, but he was way too nervous to say it, 'will I regret not telling her? Or will I regret telling her? What's the best thing to do? Uhhh... I'm having a headache', he thought, feeling very nervous.
"Are you okay, Samraat? You look uncomfortable about something", said Sara, feeling worried about him. They were good friends with each other, so that's no surprise.
"Y-yeah, I'm okay, don't worry!", Samraat said, forcing a huge smile on his face, while in his mind, an overwhelming quantity of thoughts were streaming like a waterfall.
"Awesome, I'm glad you're okay! Now, let's go to the kitchen, the beans and potatoes are most likely ready~", Sara said, walking towards the kitchen, and Samraat followed her, walking behind her so she wouldn't notice his boner (or so he thought), 'what if she notices my boner? Oh, I'll just tell her I was thinking about a girl I was in class with in high school... that I was thinking about her boobs... yeah that should do if she ever asks me...', he thought, satisfied of his plan of dissimulation, but still feeling nervous.
They went to the kitchen, Samraat sat down on a chair and brought the chair very close to the table, so that the table would hide his boner. Sara was eating beans and potatoes, she was planning to break the fourth wall and fart on my nose for a very long time, the smirk on her face is so cute and adorable~
"Are you sure this is a good idea?", Samraat asked, nervously.
"Of course it is! What do you expect me to do, just accept this passively? Oh no, I won't accept it. The author needs to be punished for this deception!", Sara said, threatening me with a good time while chewing beans and potatoes.
"Uh... alright then...", Samraat said, still nervous, his boner was increasing, he definitely wanted to see the scene of Sara farting on my face, but he wanted to be the one being facefarted, but he was too ashamed to admit it.
Once Sara finished eating beans and potatoes, the two were ready to return to, uh... the other room... and break the fourth wall!
"I'm ready...", said Sara, sighing, "GHAAAAAA!!!", she yelled, running towards the fourth wall and punching it with her fist really hard, "OUCH!!!", she hurt herself really badly, her hand was starting to bleed.
"Are you stupid, Sara? Did you really try to break a wall with your fist?", Samraat asked, sighing and rolling his eyes. Sometimes Sara's behavior really surprised him.
"No and yes, respectively", Sara said, still in pain from trying to break the wall with her fist.
"You need something else to break a wall, Sara", Samraat pointed out, sighing, feeling like he had to explain the obvious.
"Good idea!", Sara said, taking a hammer and starting to hit the wall with the hammer, "Once I've broken this wall, the author of this story is going to be in some seriously smelly situation~", she said, proudly, trying her best and hitting the wall with the hammer as hard as she could.
"It doesn't seem to be very effective", Samraat said, seeing that the wall wasn't even being scratched.
"You're right, luckily I have a gun!", Sara said, taking a gun out of some random closet in the room, "This wall will stand no chance!", she said, grinning, and pulling the trigger, shooting the bullets on the wall. The wall seemed really resistant, because the impact of the bullets with it seemed to inflict the wall no damage at all.
"Eh...", Samraat sighed, seeing that it was not so easy to break the fourth wall.
"Just you wait, Samraat, the author will cry from my stinky farts, they'll barely be able to breathe, they're gonna vomit a lot!", Sara said, bragging about her stinky farts, and picking an AR-15 rifle from the closet, "It's just a matter of time...", she said, shooting at the wall with the rifle like crazy, but no matter what she did, the wall wasn't breaking even a little bit. Actually, the number 4 and the kanji of death '死' that were written on the wall with blood were starting to glow, and Samraat was getting an uneasy feeling about that.
"Uh, Sara... maybe it's better to just... you know, forget about this. Let's just move on, please...", Samraat said, begging Sara to stop with this strange goal.
"No way, I'm not going to accept this, Samraat! I wanted to read a fart fetish story, not a random thought that came from the author's Apollonian mind that tries to categorize things in way more detail than most people would even care about. What a fixation on trying to categorize and order everything, eugh, and also, it had nothing to do with farts, so now I'm going to break the fourth wall and give the author a thoroughly smelly punishment for this deception and betrayal~", she said, rubbing her belly and grinning mischievously and proud as she knew how bad her farts will smell since she ate beans and potatoes.
"Ugh...", Samraat groaned, there was no way to change Sara's mind, even though the title of the story literally said 'This is not a fart fetish story'.
"Hehe~", Sara said, picking a flamethrower from the closet and ready to use it.
"Sara, the author was honest, the title literally says 'this is not a fart fetish story', it's not deception, it's honest, and also, maybe the author has some mental issu-I MEAN, some psychological discomfort, and their excessive categorization is just a way for them to put some order and a sense of peace and relative simplicity from the almost constant stream of confused thoughts that bombard their mind most of the time? Or maybe the author is under the influence of Apollo? I'm just guessing here, of course I can't know for sure...", said Samraat, shrugging and trying his best to find some meaning in all of this.
"Yeah, Samraat, maybe, but even if that was true, I don't give a shit about that, I wanted to read a fart fetish story, not something completely unrelated about what one may think while listening to Nickelback, I wanted to read a fucking story where a girl farts on someone else's face, if the author is overthinking about some abstract concept that nobody cares about, you know what, they can either keep that to themselves, or they can write that stuff in a text file on their laptop if writing that stuff makes them feel better, there's no need to share every thought that enters your mind on the Internet, and it can also be a problem that has privacy implications, Samraat, this is not something to be underestimated! What the author is doing is bad for them both for psychological and cybersecurity reasons! You know what, yeah, I'll punish the author for writing that overthinking bullshit by farting on their face and making them go through a really stinky time, but you know, I'm doing this for their own good, I swear, maybe with some of my stinky farts going through their nostrils, they'll finally learn this time! Hmpf!", Sara said, pouting but feeling confident, pointing the flamethrower at the fourth wall and letting the fire go.
"WHOA!", Samraat jumped backwards at the sight of the flames going out from the flamethrower, "you're batshit crazy, Sara...", he said, shocked by what he was seeing.
O_O
Samraat wondered whether by the end of this day, he would be confident enough to tell Sara the truth about the fact he wanted her to fart on his face. Hearing her say how stinky her farts are made him feel really horny, he was getting desperate to be facefarted by her, but how could that happen, if Samraat was too ashamed to confess his fart fetish to her. He was still preparing himself psychologically, in his mind there was a scene where he finally confessed his deepest wish.
--- Samraat's mind ---
"Oh, Sara, I need to tell you something, by the way..."
"You use Arch Linux?"
"No, not that... I... w-well... I would really love if you farted on my face *blushes deeply*"
"Are you sure, Samraat? My farts are really stinky~"
"Yes, that's even better, I beg you, Sara!"
"Hehe of course, I'm glad you finally got that out of your chest~*farts on Samraat's face**PPPBBBRRRTTT*"
--- "I... that can be a reality... if only I wasn't so shy...", Samraat thought, shivering nervously and almost crying, there was something that was really bothering his mind, but he was unable to point out what exactly that was. He looked at the fourth wall, the number 4 and the kanji of death '死' were literally on fire, and Sara was looking at the wall with huge pride, for her, that was a good sign ---
"The wall is finally starting to break...", she thought, confidently.
Samraat was nervous about many things, about his shiness, about the number 4 and the kanji of death being on fire (though the rest of the wall was not), and perhaps some other things, he was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed.
"Are you okay, Samraat? You look upset", said Sara, worrying.
"I... I'm okay...", he said, sighing.
"Are you sure you're okay?", Sara asked, raising her eyebrow.
"Y-yeah...", he said, sighing even more.
"Would you like a hug?", she asked him, smiling.
"S-sure... b-but not because I'm upset! I'm not upset! I just like hugs, you know!", he said, forcing a big smile while he was overwhelmed by thoughts and emotions. Sara hugged him tight and warm, it was a long hug, the warmth of the hug and as well as that of the flames of the fourth wall were making him feel a little bit better, "thank you, Sara...", he said, sighing but feeling a bit better.
"You're welcome, Samraat~", said Sara, blushing happily, "and now, it's time for me to pick the bazooka!", she said, proudly, walking towards the closet and picking a bazooka from it, "the author refused to give me a stinky fart fetish story, so now I'll give them a stinky fart fetish reality! Hmpf!", she said, pouting cutely and smiling satisfied, pointing the bazooka at the wall, "no, actually, let's get out of my house, it may be dangerous to use a bazooka indoors! Follow me, Samraat!", said Sara, and he followed her outdoors.
"Are you sure this is a good idea, Sara? You'll literally destroy your own house!", Samraat said, sighing, it seemed like there was no limit to Sara's bad ideas.
"Including the fourth wall? Hehe~", she said, giggling mischievously, surely if her entire house is destroyed, that means the fourth wall is also broken. She pulled the trigger and launched a rocket that destroyed her entire house, it made a huge explosion and a very loud noise, the people walking through the streets nearby were panicking, they thought it was a terrorist attack. Sara was giggling happily, but when the smoke finally cleared, she could see that her entire house was destroyed... except the fourth wall. "No way...", she mumbled, shocked, and ran towards the fourth wall. Samraat followed her.
"Whoa...", Samraat was shocked, the fourth wall seemed completely intact, and there was a bright fluorescent neon light emanating from the number 4 and the kanji of death '死'.
"I think it's better to stop now, Sara, this is a war that we've already lost, there's no point to continue doing this", said Samraat, sighing and preparing to tell Sara that he wanted her to fart on his face instead of the author's face. But how? 'How can I find the confidence to tell her something like this? My heart is beating like crazy... I have a knot in my throat... I can't tell her...', he thought, shivering nervously.
"No way, I'll keep trying! I'll drive a helicopter and drop some bombs on the fourth wall, and then I'll drop some of my own natural stink bombs from my ass onto the author's nose and really make them regret disappointing me like this!", said Sara, confident and determined, while Samraat was getting even more aroused. If her farts are so stinky, it must be so fun to be farted on by her, that's what he thought, but each time he wanted to confess those thoughts, he got anxious and unable to say anything.
"I didn't know you could drive a helicopter, Sara!", said Samraat, surprised.
"Neither did I", she said, shrugging, "follow me, we're going to absolutely shatter that wall!"
Samraat followed Sara into the helicopter and put on the ear protections since the helicopter is really loud. He was secretly hoping that Sara would be so gassy that she would accidentally let out a fart inside the helicopter, stinking it up completely, so that Samraat could enjoy it. He was really hoping for that, 'maybe there's a chance', he thought, feeling hopeful. Sara was riding her helicopter above the fourth wall, and she was ready to release the bombs on it.
*BOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!*
The bombs were released from the helicopter, and they destroyed the surrounding houses, it caused a huge, loud explosion that caused considerable destruction and damage. Sara landed the helicopter on the ground again, to see if the fourth wall was finally broken. She and Samraat exited the helicopter. Sara didn't immediately look at the fourth wall, instead she turned her head around and saw something really disturbing.
"MR DOE!!!", she shouted, panicking. What she saw was her neighbour, a man by the name of John Doe, killed by the bomb she released by her helicopter. The bloody, lifeless corpse of Mr Doe was really disturbing and upsetting for her and Samraat alike to see.
Ì͍͚̃̉T͍͚̀̃̉'S͍͚̀̃̉ À͍͚̃̉L͍͚̀̃̉L͍͚̀̃̉ Ỳ͍͚̃̉Ò͍͚̃̉Ù͍͚̃̉R͍͚̀̃̉ F͍͚̀̃̉À͍͚̃̉Ù͍͚̃̉L͍͚̀̃̉T͍͚̀̃̉, S͍͚̀̃̉À͍͚̃̉R͍͚̀̃̉À͍͚̃̉!
"I told you it was a bad idea, Sara! It's better to stop now, to avoid further disasters...", Samraat said, sighing.
Sara turned around and she saw the fourth wall, the bombs didn't even scratch it. A blinding neon light emanated from the number '4' and the kanji of death '死' that were painted on the wall with blood, and from the wall suddenly came a very loud, low-pitched, creepy mechanical sound, which startled Samraat and made him feel uneasy.
"No, Samraat... I need to break the fourth wall", Sara said, feeling determined.
"But how? You tried everything, it didn't break! The fourth wall is indestructible!", said Samraat, encouraging Sara to stop and just accept the fact that this is not a fart fetish story.
"I'll drop a hydrogen bomb on it, it'll break for sure!", Sara said, feeling determined.
"You have nuclear weapons?", Samraat asked, shocked.
Sara turned around nervously, luckily there was nobody around - "Ssshhh!!!", said Sara, with her index finger in front of her mouth, "come with me into my airplane", she said, encouraging Samraat to follow her into an airplane that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
"I'm pretty sure that airplane wasn't there before", mumbled Samraat, feeling a bit nervous, but still following Sara into her airplane, and sitting next to her in the pilot room. She started driving the airplane, and her determination was reaching crazy levels.
"That fourth wall's time has come!", she said, serious.
"Sara, this is not a good idea. You'll kill a huge amount of people, you'll destroy our entire, uh... city... town... whatever! It's not a good idea, please, Sara, don't do it!", said Samraat, trying to reason with her.
"No way, Samraat! The fourth wall must be destroyed, no matter what! The end justifies the means!", she said, serious, nothing was stopping her from releasing a hydrogen bomb on her... let's just say city, regardless of its size.
"All this because you're salty that this is not a fart fetish story?", Samraat asked, shocked.
"It's not just the fact that this is not a fart fetish story, it's more like a matter of principle, I have been deceived, my trust has been betrayed, and now the author of this bullshit non-fart story has to pay! Not with money, but with letting me rip my awful farts on their face! Now I'll drop a hydrogen bomb on our city from my plane, and then I'll drop several bombs of sulfuric gases on the author's face from my ass!", she said, with a devilish grin on her face.
Samraat just sighed, there was no way to reason with Sara. She dropped the hydrogen bomb on her city, completely destroying it and killing every inhabitant in it. A huge mushroom cloud was visible from the skies.
"If this didn't destroy the fourth wall, I don't know what will! Hehehe~", said Sara, giggling and landing the plane on the ruins of her city, where her house previously existed. She and Samraat exited the airplane, first Sara, then Samraat.
"NOOO!!!", Sara screamed, she couldn't believe what she saw.
"What's wrong, Sara?!?", Samraat asked, concerned, soon after he got out of the airplane.
"Look!", said Sara, pointing at the fourth wall.
"Whoa...", Samraat was as shocked as Sara, the detonation of a hydrogen bomb didn't manage to even scratch the fourth wall, not even slightly. The fluorescent neon light was still emanating from the '4' and the '死', and a really creepy glitchy dissonant music was playing from the fourth wall, as if the fourth wall had speakers in it.
"I give up...", said Sara, kneeling on the ground, exhausted, almost crying.
"I told you it was not a good idea. Now, let's get out of this wasteland of ruins, the amount of ionizing radiation around here is dangerous", Samraat said, encouraging Sara to get on the plane again and drive it somewhere else.
"Ok...", said Sara, with a frown on her face, tired and disappointed, walking towards the airplane feeling defeated.
She drove the airplane and landed in a forest nearby, close to a lake of clean, fresh, drinkable water that was not contaminated by dangerous bacteria (they made sure). Their new home is a cave, they decided they'll survive by hunting and by drinking the lake water.
Sara was lighting a fire, and then she and Samraat were sitting in front of the fire, close to the cave where they'll live, and deciding what to do with their lives from now on. Sara suddenly started crying.
"I just wanted to read a fart fetish story, was that really too much to ask?", Sara said, crying and putting her face on her knees, sad. Samraat hugged her.
"No, Sara, it was not too much to ask. It was a perfectly reasonable demand. Anyway, from today on we'll drink water from the lake, we'll hunt animals and pick fruit from the trees, and sleep in this cave", Samraat said, determined to survive.
"You're right! We'll survive", said Sara, determined as well, drying her own tears with her hands and smiling.
Samraat was preparing to confess something to Sara.
"Oh, Sara, I need to tell you something, by the way...", Samraat said, saying something that was repeating in loop in his mind for a while, finally it was becoming a reality!
"You've become fluent in Ithkuil?", Sara asked, with an excited smile on her face.
"N-no...", said Samraat, and Sara had a mildly disappointed look on her face but she was still smiling. At this point, Samraat should tell her that one of his fantasies is her farting on his face, that was a scenario that he often imagined, 'but why is it so difficult to actually tell her', he thought, shivering and shaking nervously a little bit, while his heart was beating really fast.
"Oh... ok! Then, what is it that you need to tell me?", Sara asked, smiling friendly.
Samraat decided to be brave and confident and to tell her! "I... there's something I've been wishing for a while...", he said, breathing heavily from the anxiety.
"You look nervous, Samraat, are you okay?", Sara asked, worried.
"S-sure!", he said, forcing a smile. Eventually he decided he'll say that indirectly, "uh... you're disappointed that this is not a fart fetish story, right?", he asked. In his mind he had a plan to arrive to that conversation indirectly.
"Yeah, a little bit, but it's okay. It's not a big deal, after all", she said, smiling.
"Ha, it's not a big deal, but you destroyed an entire city for it! Haha!", Samraat said, laughing nervously, "but you know what, maybe you misinterpreted the whole situation. Maybe 'this is not a fart fetish story' refers to itself. It's true that 'this is not a fart fetish story' is not a fart fetish story, it's just a title!", he said, proposing an alternative explanation.
Sara had an excited smile on her face, "you're right, Samraat!", she said, hugging Samraat excitedly, "so this can be a fart fetish story!", she said, dancing excitedly, "but wait a moment, a fart fetish story generally consists of someone - a girl, in the case of this author's stories specifically - farting on someone else's face. I destroyed the whole city and killed everyone in it, so there's nobody to fart on!", she said, and Samraat was blushing. It was not an embarrassed blush, it was a satisfied blush, that's exactly where he wanted the conversation to go, his plan was successful.
"W-well...", he started saying, sighing and feeling determined and confident at last, but Sara already guessed was he was about to say, so she interrupted him before he could start.
"Oh, no, Samraat, my farts are really, really stinky, especially today that I eat beans and potatoes, you don't have to go through so much stink just to please me! Don't worry, Samraat, I have accepted that this is not a fart fetish story! This doesn't need to be a fart fetish story in order to be a good story, after all!", she said, smiling happily, she was accepting things for how they were and following the way of the Tao, at least for this specific event.
"W-well, actually...", Samraat was blushing really hard, he was incredibly cute, "I... I'd like you to fart on my face, Sara! When you were saying how bad your farts smelled earlier today, before lunch, I was getting aroused, I was getting envious that you were going to fart on the author's face instead of mine. I wanted this to be a fart fetish story as much as you did. I wanted this to be a fart fetish story where you farted on my face, but I was too nervous, embarrassed and shy to say it. There you go, I finally admitted it", he said, blushing even more and almost crying.
"Aww, really, Samraat?", Sara said, smiling, "there's no need to be embarrassed of this! I could fart on your face, but my farts smell horrible, and today since I ate beans and potatoes they're going to be a biohazard! I don't recommend you to let me fart on your face~", she said, giggling proudly, and when she said her farts are going to be a biohazard, Samraat was feeling even more aroused. He had enough of her teasing, he wanted her to fart on his face, right on his nose!
"That's even better, Sara! I like it when a girl farts and it smells really bad! The stinkier the better! Please, Sara, fart on my face, right on my nose!", Samraat said, begging her, he finally found the confidence to confess that embarrassing wish he had, now he was so hyped, almost like when he saw a trailer of a fighting game he really wanted to buy, and the game would take a few months to be released after the trailer. Indeed, Samraat was feeling the second most intense feeling of hype in his entire life (so far, at least), he couldn't wait, he wanted Sara to fart on his face as soon as possible!
"Well, you're in good luck, Samraat, I've been holding it in for a while to spare your nose, but since you said you want me to fart on your face... come here~", Sara said, smiling seductively, pointing at her ass with her index finger, inviting Samraat to put his nose right on her ass so he could smell it even more intensely (not that her farts don't stink up the air really badly anyway). Samraat did as she said, he put his nose right on her ass, and he was waiting for her to fart. The wait didn't take long at all, of course.
*PBRPBRPBRFFFTTTRRRPFSSS*
It finally happened! Sara farted on Samraat's nose! It's something he had been wishing for a while but, the smell was way worse than what he was expecting! A hot, stinky wind (Sara's flatulence) was blowing on his face, and the smell was so awful and putrid that it burned his nose and made his eyes water, he tried to breathe through his mouth but it was completely useless, because the smell was so bad he almost felt like he could TASTE it!
"Haha, this is so funny, Samraat! It really seems like my flatulence is too stinky for you, right? Especially today since I ate beans and potatoes! I think you understand now why it can be considered a punishment to be forced to smell my farts, hehehe~", Sara said, giggling, she turned around and she saw Samraat walking away really fast, he was gagging uncontrollably! He thought he would had been strong enough to handle the smell of Sara's farts, even after she ate beans and potatoes, but the stench vastly exceeded his expectations, and he knew there was no way he could stay close to where Sara farted, the smell was beyond awful. Sara was feeling proud of how stinky her farts were, and she was happy that this was beginning to be a proper fart fetish story.
"It's basically unbreathable! Your farts are toxic, Sara!", Samraat said, complaining from a distance, while Sara was laughing because of his reaction.
"Oh, well, let's hope that the smell will go away, we'll have to sleep in the cave tonight~", Sara said, with a mischievous look on her face, with the plan to keep farting as often as possible, right inside the cave, to stink it up completely, so that Samraat will either have to sleep in the stinky cave, or outside.
"Ugh...", Samraat said, just thinking about the smell of Sara's flatulence made him want to puke. Sniffing her stinky farts was far more challenging than he thought.
"Hehehe, come here, Samraat, put your nose on my ass again, I'm still gassy~", Sara said, with a devious smirk on her face, she loved farting on Samraat's face and she definitely wanted to do it again. Samraat looked with a disgusted expression and shuddered.
"Eugh, n-no...", Samraat said, not wanting to smell another one of her farts. His nose was still burning from her previous fart.
"No?!?", Sara was a bit disappointed, but she can understand, her farts are so stinky that pretty much nobody would want to smell them willingly, "so... shall we play a game~?~", she asked, smirking happily.
"W-what game?", Samraat asked, curious yet a bit anxious about what was Sara's idea.
"What if I force you to smell my farts? Like, I restrain you in some way so you can't escape. It's going to be quite an intense experience for you, hehe~", Sara said, giggling, she was really hoping that Samraat would accept her proposal for this 'game'.
"Ugh, no thanks!", said Samraat, he knew he would stand no chance if Sara did anything like that, her farts (especially after she ate beans and potatoes) were indeed a valid punishment, he understood what she meant when she wanted to punish me by forcing me to smell her farts, she definitely wasn't joking when she said her farts were so stinky they were like biological weapons, they truly smelled noxious, and Samraat could barely breathe or even keep his eyes open when she walked close to where Sara farted. Luckily now the smell was starting to dissipate, even if slowly.
"Aww...", Sara was a bit disappointed, but then she just smiled and giggled, it was fun to fart on Samraat's face, even if just once. She considered his reaction to be 'priceless'.
After some time, it was time to hunt! There was a deer nearby, Sara farted close the deer and the smell made it dizzy and more vulnerable. "Samraat, you know what to do!", said Sara, and Samraat was ready to
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Now Sara and Samraat have some tasty meat to eat! Luckily Sara knows how to light a fire. The two cute friends put the meat on the fire and it was slowly starting to 'cook', yum!
"Thank you very much Prometheus, for this awesome and shiny gift~", said Sara (referring to the fire), feeling really happy and grateful.
"The meat we've hunted is going to taste delicious!", said Samraat, smiling happily, waiting for the meat to cook.
When the meat was finally cooked, they tasted it. It was delicious!
"Yum! I'm so happy! This new life ain't so bad, after all~", said Sara, with a cute smile on her face.
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"Oopsie, I just farted, hehe~♥", Sara said, giggling happily, she was hoping that Samraat would smell it. Well, it didn't take long at all for the smell to reach him, and as soon as it did, he almost barfed, the smell was beyond putrid, even rotten eggs didn't even come close to how bad it smelled.
"MGUH!!!", Samraat walked always really fast, he ran outside, breathing some fresh air, while the cave was already starting to fill up with the stench of Sara's noxious flatulence. It was really difficult to breathe close to where Sara farted, even just a tiny whiff made him want to projectile vomit, he was wondering how he would survive the stench like this, especially in the night where he'll have to sleep in the cave. He thought that it's better to sleep outside, even with the increased risk of being attacked by wild animals, than to sleep in a cave that reeks of Sara's farts.
"Hehehe, mmmhhh, my farts stink, uh~♥~?~♥~", Sara said, teasing Samraat and laughing at his reactions, he couldn't stay close to where she farted without gagging, the smell was simply too bad.
"Way too much...", Samraat said, trying not to get too close to Sara, the cloud of stench was spreading even further, even though luckily the further one was from Sara, the less smelly the fart cloud was. Samraat was at a distance where he could still smell Sara's fart, but the smell was still at a tolerable level, even though it was still very rancid. Samraat was shocked by how stinky Sara's farts were, he didn't even think something like that was physically possible, but then again, he hasn't really smelled anyone's farts before (other than his own, which are usually either odorless or have a mild smell... he knows other people often have stinkier farts than his but he was underestimating how bad someone's farts can smell).
"Fufufu, so you don't want to smell my farts again? You're too much of a coward for that? Hehehe~♥", Sara said, teasing Samraat again and hoping what she said would encourage him to smell her farts again so that she can be entertained by his disgusted reactions again.
"Ugh... I definitely don't... too stinky...", Samraat said, shuddering again at the thought of how bad Sara's farts smelled. Sara was a bit disappointed but she was hoping to convince him to smell her farts again sooner or later.
"Hehehe, it seems like meat makes me really gassy~", Sara said, smirking happily.
"Doesn't literally every food make you gassy?", Samraat said, rolling his eyes and laughing.
"No, lettuce doesn't make me gassy!", Sara said, nodding.
"We're going to be eating a lot of meat now... in this new life...", Samraat said, sighing but smiling, he was hopeful that this new life will be good. It felt like living in the ancient times of the hunter-gatherers, and Samraat knew that kind of lifestyle was extremely brutal and that raw nature is utterly unforgiving, but he just shook his head and tried not to think about it. Even Sara's horrible noxious farts were less of a dark thought than that.
After a few hours, the closest star was setting. "It's starting to get dark, Samraat. We'll have to go to sleep!", Sara said.
"So early?", Samraat said, not wanting to sleep so close to such a gassy girl, even though he knew the reason why the two should go to sleep.
"We no longer have artificial lighting, Samraat. We'll have to do just like before the invention of electricity, go to sleep at starset and get up at starrise", Sara said, smiling and getting excited (even if a bit nervous) of this extreme change in routine.
Samraat sighed. "I know, I know, let's go to sleep", he said, smiling, but he hoped Sara wouldn't fart too much (or at all, even better) in her sleep.
The two entered the cave, it wasn't smelly anymore, Sara's fart had dissipated completely, but they both knew it won't stay odorless like that for much longer.
"Good night, Samraat~♥♡♥", said Sara, hugging Samraat and laying down on the cave, ready to sleep. Samraat was laying down too. The two awesome friends were not feeling really sleepy, because their usual sleep-wake routine was that they went to sleep much after starset, a common lifestyle made possible by artificial lighting, but they were still trying to sleep anyway, because they understood that with their new lifestyle, going to sleep at starset was very important! The two were a little bit nervous because of the fear of wild animals that could enter the cave, but they were trying to fall asleep anyway, they had nowhere else to sleep, after all.
*PBRPBRPBRPPPBBBRRRTTTSSSFFFPBRPBRPBR***
"Ooohhh~♥", Sara let out a happy sigh of relief, after releasing a huge, long fart that was also extremely stinky!
"Eww!!!", the sound alone disgusted Samraat, but after a few seconds, the smell hit him, and he started gagging so hard he sounded like he was almost choking! He ran away really fast, he sounded like he was going to throw up soon, but Sara warned him.
"Come back here, Samraat! It's dangerous to sleep outside!", she warned him, but her fart smelled atrocious, "phew! It is bad in here, though, hehe~", she mumbled, she was really proud of herself.
"I can't breathe with the smell of your farts in the cave! I prefer to sleep outside! Don't worry, Sara, I'll be safe!", Samraat said, smiling and giving a thumbs up from a distance, before laying down on the grass and trying to sleep. He could see the starry night sky, it was a relaxing sight for him, actually, and he fell asleep relatively quickly, especially since his lungs were no longer being attacked by that vicious stench of rotten sulfur that came out from Sara's ass a bit too often for his tastes. Now he can fall asleep breathing fresh air, even though he was indeed worried about the possibility of wild animals attacking him while he sleeps. But in any case, he fell asleep anyway, just like Sara did.
The night passed, it was now starrise, Sara woke up refreshed and luckily Samraat was not attacked by any wild animal while he was sleeping. He was still half-asleep, but enjoying the relaxing morning starlight and the sounds of the birds chirping somewhere nearby. Samraat closed his eyes, smiling relaxed, and with his eyelids closed he could still see that it was getting darker for some reason.
*PBRPBRPBRTTTSSSFFF*
And that was the reason, Sara's butt was right in front of his face, and she let out a really stinky fart on him.
"Hehehe, good morning Samraat~♥♡♥", she said, giggling happily, looking at Samraat's face. He was gagging a lot, his eyes were watering, it almost seemed like some foam was coming out of his mouth, "uh... are you okay, Samraat? You look a bit sick...", she said, with a mixed feeling of concern and pride. Then her own fart went up to her own nostrils, "PHEW!!! It's really bad, guh! It's beyond toxic, I can barely stand the smell myself! Must be the meat we ate yesterday~"
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"What a weird story!", said Sara, chuckling. She and Samraat have just finished reading a fictional story about themselves.
"But it was pretty good!", said Samraat, grinning happily.
"Yeah, I agree, I really enjoyed reading it, even though it was absurd! Me, destroying an entire city just because I wanted to read a fart fetish story? Tsk!", Sara said, scoffing and laughing a bit.
"Yeah, that would never happen... you do not actually have nuclear weapons!", Samraat said, chuckling.
"Oh, come on, you're so silly, Samraat, hehe~", Sara said, smiling happily.
Samraat started blushing a bit, and Sara noticed.
"Hehe, you're so cute when you blush, Samraat~♥♡♥", she said, blushing a bit and putting her hand over her mouth, with a smile on happiness on her face. When she complimented Samraat, he blushed even more.
"Thanks... I... I have to tell you something, Sara", Samraat said, blushing a lot.
"What is it?", Sara asked, smiling curiously.
"W-well... I... I'd like to try being facefarted by you in real life. It was nice to read a story about that but... I'd like to try it in real life, too! If you don't mind, of course... you don't have to if you don't want to", he explained, blushing even more.
Sara's eyes were sparkling with excitement. "Oh, Samraat, I'd LOVE to fart on your face!", she said, hugging Samraat happily. Samraat was getting excited, it was a bit embarrassing for him to admit that he wanted her to fart on his face, but he found the confidence to finally tell her, and reading a fictional fart fetish story about themselves likely helped Samraat find the perfect opportunity to tell her!
"Hey, Sara, I was wondering... how bad do your farts usually smell?", Samraat asked, curious as to whether Sara's farts were very smelly or not. He prefers when girls have really stinky farts, so if her farts are really stinky, that's a bonus for him! He was fearing that she would say her farts would smell mild, because he's not much into that but he would accept it anyway, 'it would still be better than nothing', he thought in his mind.
"Hehe, my farts are pretty stinky, to be honest. Not as much as in that story we've just read, but trust me, they're bad, hehe~", she said, giggling and feeling proud of her stinky farts, she was hoping that Samraat will have fun smelling her farts, even though she knew they would probably be a bit too stinky for him.
"That's great to hear, Sara! I hope we can start soon!", Samraat said, excited, it was the first time in his life that he'll be facefarted by a girl, he was waiting for this moment for a long while, and finally it was about to happen! His heart was beating fast, he was happy and hyped, almost like when he was about to buy one of his favourite videogames when he was in middle school!
"Hehe, as soon as I'll have to fart I'll warn you so that I can fart on your face, but to be honest, I think my farts will be a bit too stinky for you~", she said, teasing him, but she actually meant it and was being honest.
"Awesome, let's do it!", said Samraat, smiling happily.
"I'll warn you when I'll have to fart, let's play some videogames in the meanwhile~", Sara said, excited.
"Alright!", Samraat said, excited and hoping Sara is gassy enough to have a fart ready for his nose sometime soon.
"We're going to play with the brand new Pirakonsou X5 [Japanese: ピラコンソウ X5, Brazilian Portuguese: Pirãcomsou X5], it has 16,000 games, even relatively recent ones from about 20 years ago! It's great!", Sara said, excited, she could already start to feel some gas in her belly, surely Samraat won't have to wait for much longer in order to be farted on by Sara.
"Isn't this stuff a violation of copyright or something?", Samraat asked, curious.
"Yarr, hehehe~", Sara said, giggling and playfully ruffling Samraat's hair, "you're so cute, Samraat!". He blushed when she said that. "Actually, Samraat, we may play later, I have to fart now!", and as soon as she said that, Samraat's heart was beating faster. It was finally the time, the first time in his life a girl will fart on his face, and she's (allegedly) a girl with really stinky farts, so he's even more excited! "You can put your nose right on my ass if you want~", Sara said, teasing him.
"I prefer laying down on the bed and then you put your butt on my nose and fart, just like they do in those videos! It makes for a more authentic experience!", Samraat said.
"Alright, if that's what you want, lay down~", Sara said, waiting for him to lay down so that she can fart on his face. That will be the first time in Sara's life she'll be farting on anyone's face, and the first time in Samraat's life that a girl (or anyone, for that matter) will fart on his face, it will be a first time experience for both, and Sara was wondering if it will be a fun activity for her, too! Samraat was laying down on the bed, Sara was looking at him with a playful smirk, and then she put her butt right on his nose, it was finally about to happen!
*PBRPBRPBRTTTSSSFFF*
"Guh...", Samraat was taken by surprise, Sara's fart smelled really bad, it was really putrid and the gas was filling his nostrils. He started coughing a bit, breathing those noxious fumes was disgusting and nauseating, it smelled worse than rotten eggs, and he could barely handle it. In fact, he was seriously considering giving up, because the smell was horrible.
"Hehehe, so, how is it, is my fart stinky? Hehe~", Sara said, giggling proudly while Samraat kept coughing from the awful stench. Samraat found out that being facefarted was a smellier experience than he thought. Or perhaps it's Sara's farts that are particularly smelly, but in any case, he could barely handle the stench, his eyes were watering and whenever he inhaled the fumes, he feel he could taste the fart in his mouth, the smell was awful, lingering and it was spreading around, even reaching Sara's own nose. "Phew, it really is stinky, haha~", she said, laughing and playfully wafting the fumes around.
"Nnn...", Samraat was really struggling, he tried to not gag but he was gagging from time to time, Sara's fart was burning his nose, it was as if his nostrils were slowly rotting and reeking of putrefaction and sulfur, it was a challenge more difficult than he was expecting, and even though he would be considered weak by Sara, he decided that he'll give up soon, because his lungs were filling up with her gas.
"Hehehe, stinky, hehehe~", Sara was giggling cutely, Samraat's nose was right on her ass, she could feel her ass and his nose getting warm from her fart, and she had more! "Here's some more~mnghm~♥"
*PPPBBBRRRAAAPPPTTTSSSFFF*
"Aaahhh~♥", she let out a sigh of relief as soon as she let out that huge fart, she also slightly moaned in pleasure, she was getting a little bit aroused at the thought that Samraat was sniffing her stinky farts, she didn't think she would enjoy this so much but here she is, and she was hoping that Samraat would keep sniffing her farts even though they were really stinky, she was hoping that he wouldn't give up soon, but Samraat was really struggling, and giving up was his only option at this point, as the putrid smell of her farts was saturating his nostrils and his mind.
"Sara... *gags* ugh...", Samraat was gagging and was about to declare his own defeat. Sara was laughing because Samraat was gagging, she was really enjoying this facefarting thing.
"Hehehe, you're gagging because my farts are too stinky for you~", she said, giggling, "here's more, I'll keep stinking up your nose, nghm~♥"
*PFTSSSSPFTSSSPFTSSSPBRPBR*
"Ooohhh~hehe~aaahhh~♥", Sara was having so much fun, she didn't want to stop. Samraat was gagging even more, the stench was burning his nose, his nostrils, his lungs, his eyes and his soul, all he could think about was the stench, and how desperately he needed some fresh, odorless air that didn't stink.
"Sara... *gags* ugh... I give up!!!", Samraat finally admitted it, there was no way he could keep sniffing those stinky farts, his nose was defeated by Sara's stinky farts, and Sara was really proud of that, she felt victorious.
"Hehehe, so my farts are really too stinky for you~", Sara said, grinning proudly, "fine, fine I'll let you go~", she said, getting up from Samraat's face. She looked at his face and laughed, his eyes were watering from the stench and he was coughing a lot, she was really proud of being able to cause that reaction by the smell of her farts.
"Ugh... awful...", Samraat said, coughing even more, and the smell was lingering in the air, even Sara herself could smell it, and she agreed it was pretty stinky, she certainly couldn't blame him for coughing and gagging a lot like that.
"Hey, Samraat, I was thinking about something...", she said, smiling and blushing a bit, "you see... that fictional story that we have read about ourselves... there's some truth in that... whenever I eat beans and potatoes, my farts get even smellier, so... would you like to try being facefarted by me after I eat beans and potatoes? Hehe~♥", Sara offered something that she hoped Samraat would accept, especially because she was really curious at how he would had reacted by smelling those super stinky farts.
"Uh...", Samraat was a bit nervous. Sara's farts were already quite a bit too stinky for him already, even without her eating beans and potatoes, so if she ate some of that and then farted on his face, the smell would be atrocious, and he knew very well that there was no way for him to tolerate farts that are so stinky like that, but deep inside, he was extremely curious, this was the only opportunity in his life to be facefarted by a girl with really stinky farts just like he'd been wishing for a long time, and he decided to not miss this opportunity and accept it, because it's possible that this opportunity will never present itself again in his life.
"So...?", Sara was waiting for an answer.
"Okay, Sara! After all, this is something I've been curious for a while. It wouldn't be a good idea for me to miss this opportunity!", he said, getting ready to sniff some absolutely putrid farts later today. Sara hugged him tight, she was really happy!
"Thank you so much, Samraat, I didn't think it would had been so fun to fart on someone's face~♥", she said, squeezing him affectionately and then letting go of the hug, "my farts are gonna be like toxic stink bombs once I eat beans and potatoes, it's gonna be so fun, hehe~♥", she said, smiling and dancing happily.
Sara went to the kitchen and started cooking beans and potatoes, she looked at Samraat's face, she was smirking playfully, she knew very well how bad her farts will smell after she'll eat that stuff! Samraat was anxious yet excited, full of emotions and he was curious about how bad her farts will really smell. After the beans and potatoes were cooked, Sara put them on a plate, she sat on a chair close to the table, and she started eating them.
"My farts are gonna smell so noxious~", she said, very happy, chewing and swallowing her food, feeling the power almost as if it was some kind of power-up. And it was a power-up for her, indeed, her farts will become dramatically stinkier after this meal.
As soon as she finished eating the beans and potatoes, Sara looked at Samraat's eyes, smirking: "hey Samraat, let's go to the bedroom, so we can start the facefarting thingy, my farts are surely gonna be smellier than they were before, so brace yourself, it's going to be a very stinky experience for you, hehehe~", she said, giggling excitedly, and she walked towards the bedroom, and Samraat was following her, he was anxious yet curious, he was wondering how bad her farts are really going to smell.
Samraat was laying down on the bed, the two cute friends were ready to begin the facefarting thing. Sara slowly walked towards Samraat, she turned around, moved her butt right above Samraat's nose, and judging by how her stomach was grumbling, she was definitely ready to let one of her stinky farts rip right on his nose. "Hehehe, I'm about to fart, Samraat, and since I ate beans and potatoes, it's gonna be very stinky, get ready~", she said, aroused and excited, she was really about to fart right on his nose, "♥~mmmhhhmnghm~♥
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"~~~aaahhh~~~hehehe~~~mmmhhh~~~♡♥♡", Sara sighed in relief and moaned a bit, she thought it would had been boring, but it was actually really fun for her! The thought that someone was smelling her stinky farts like that, so close and personal, was making her feel tingly, it was a very pleasurable feeling for her.
"Mgoh...", Samraat immediately started gagging, his eyes were watering, and there was no way he could keep sniffing Sara's farts, he had to give up, there was no doubt, but Sara wanted to fart on his face once again.
"Here's one more fart for your cute nose~mnghm~~♡♥♡", *☠PBRPBRPBR☣TTTSSSFFF☢*, "Aaahhh~oh... are you okay, Samraat? I know it stinks down there, hehehe~"
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Samraat and Sara were really entertained, they have just finished reading a fictional story about themselves reading a true story about themselves. In the fictional story that they have just read, Sara never destroyed the city where the two lived, and so they were able to do the facefarting inside a bedroom, in a warm, cozy home, instead of in a cave isolated from any form of advanced civilization. Still, as Sara thought in her mind, the two will survive and can still do the facefarting thing, what happened doesn't matter, in the end.
"This could be us, if you didn't destroy the whole city just because you wanted to read a fart fetish story... and if your farts weren't as smelly as they are in real life!", Samraat said, after finishing reading the story together with Sara, while sitting in the cave, close to the fire. Sara laughed a bit.
"I know my farts are very smelly, but that's the fun part, isn't it~oh, anyway, where did you find that book?", Sara asked, a bit confused.
"Uh... I have no idea, to be honest!", Samraat said, shrugging, "oh, how I wish this fictional story that we have just read was true!", he said, sighing, he wished this was just a bad dream, something that never happened, a bad dream that he would wake up soon but no, it was real.
"It's not a big deal, Samraat, we'll survive, and we can do the facefarting thing a lot! After all, isn't it more fun since my farts stink sooo much?", Sara said, excited, and suddenly grabbing Samraat's head and shoving it up her ass, "MNGHM~!"
☢☠☣PBRPBRPBRAAAPPPTTTSSSFFF☢☠☣
"Aaahhh~see, I told ya, hehehe~♥"