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Be warned that this story contains both male and female fart fetishism and scat fetishism. If that's not your thing, you may want to look elsewhere.
“Rith, I’m not going to do it,” Nadil said as she turned the page in her book.
“Come on! This is a great idea! Just think of how powerful this would be in a fight!”
“It sounds clunky and impractical.”
“No, it sounds awesome and genius.” Rith exhaled through his nose as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You just don’t want to admit that I had a good idea for once.”
“Well, at least you admit that it’s the first good idea you’ve had in years.” Nadil shot a sightless glance over the top of her book before her fingers drifted back to the page. “Do you really think if we were in a fight that I’d have time to start a fire, lift you over my shoulder, and hold it up behind you so you can make a flamethrower with your farts?”
“Yes!” Rith paused as reality suddenly set in. His eyes glanced down at the campfire and his mouth shifted. “Okay, maybe not if we were surprised, but if we got the jump on them first...”
“You’re gonna get the jump on them?” Nadil quirked an eyebrow. “What are you gonna do, wear a fake mustache and talk in a deep voice as a disguise?”
“No, don’t be silly, Nadil.” The half-demon rolled his eyes. “You’re going to wear the fake mustache. That way they can’t tell you’re a girl.”
“Ah yes, nothing else would give me away as being a woman aside from my lack of facial hair.”
“...Couldn’t you just like, suck it in?”
“Suck what in?”
“You know...”
“...Rith, do you think women can just suck in their breasts like it’s a beer belly?”
“They can’t?”
“Gods, you’re actually hopeless.” Nadil breathed a sigh as she reclined against a fallen log and took a sip from her canteen. “It’s like you’ve never interacted with a woman before.”
Rith huffed and kicked a clump of grass into the fire, watching it writhe in the embers like a horde of insects before floating off into the night. He and Nadil had been traipsing through the wilderness between cities for a few days now, and while their supplies were holding out nicely, their nerves weren’t. Rith was getting antsy with no ladies to chat up and no taverns to haunt, and Nadil was starting to tire of listening to Rith practice his pick-up lines on her. If they didn’t get to a town soon, they were going to rip each other apart. Rith was just confused as to why she hated his idea so much.
It was brilliant really. Nadil would hoist him up over her shoulder and cradle his legs like she was holding a loaded firearm, which given Rith’s guts, she might as well have been. Then she just needed to hold up a torch or lantern or candle beside his tush while he let one rip, and they would scorch their enemies raw with blinding gout of flame. Now he was just asking to give it a try, and she was acting like it was the dumbest idea she’d ever heard! She just couldn’t appreciate the fact that Rith had come up with it first. That had to be it. He shot her a spiteful sidelong glance, but she pretended not to notice as she kept her nose buried in her book.
The fire popped and hissed as Nadil broke a few sticks over her knees and tossed them into the flames. She prodded at the embers a bit, trying to stir up a bit more warmth, but it was a fruitless endeavor. The fire barely cut through the nip in the air, and Nadil worried about kicking the fire up too high with the wind whipping by.
As Nadil was reading, however, something distracted her. Her nose crinkled up as it caught a whiff of something foul and warm. It reeked of rotten eggs and buried spices, making her nose sting up as the smell took hold of her senses. She coughed and sputtered as her lungs rejected the horrid air, and she fanned her book in front of her face to try and waft it away.
“Ugh! Really, Rith?” Nadil choked out as she pinched her nose shut. “Couldn’t you hold it in?”
“Hold it in?” Rith chuckled. “Nadil, we’re out in the wilderness miles away from anyone else. Why bother holding it?”
“Because it stinks, Rith!” The elf spat back. “And I don’t wanna have to smell your ass all night.”
“Psssh, I put up with the smell of your ass every day. The least you could do is put up with mine.”
“I don’t fart like that around you! I go off into the woods to release it in private, like a lady!”
“Like a lady?” Rith laughed and slapped his knee. “Nadil, I can hear every single fart you rip out there.”
Nadil froze like she’d been hit with a blast of frigid air. “What? No, you’re lying.”
“A few days ago you slipped off and let one out that was so loud I thought we must be getting close to the sea, cause there was no reason for a foghorn to be out in the woods,” Rith smirked smugly.
“You’re just making things up!” Nadil huffed, her grip on her book tightening. “You’re just trying to get me flustered so-”
BBBBBBBVVVVVVRRRRRUMMMMPPPPT!
Loose leaves and other bits of forest detritus were kicked up as Nadil unleashed a deep and thunderous fart into the earth, and her cheeks flushed a bright red with embarrassment. The noise echoed through the woods like the explosive burst of a cannon, and Nadil suddenly wished she was a million miles away. The smell struck only a few seconds after the sound, as the putrid odor of spoiled greens and skunky alcohol wafted through the campsite like a cloud of smog.
“Jeez, and you say my farts are bad!” Rith said as he wafted a hand past his nose. “What happened to being a lady, Nadil?”
“Oh shut up!” Nadil puffed her cheeks and sank down with her head between her knees, her face nearly as red as Rith’s was.
“I told you that your farts were loud as hell,” Rith smirked smugly as he folded his arms over his chest. “Maybe instead of using my ass as a flamethrower, we should be using yours as an explosive.
“Please stop talking about it.” She whined as she pulled her hood up over her head to hide her features.
“What else is there to talk about? You wanna talk about my farts then?”
“I don’t wanna talk about farts at all!”
“Shame, cause you’ve clearly got a lot to say about it.” Rith leaned slightly in his seat, his hand drifting to his midsection as it bubbled and boiled. “Sounds like my ass does too!”
BBBBLLLLLLRRRMMMPPPPT-BRT-BLAPT!
A series of farts exploded from Rith’s ass, sending ripples through his loose robes as he let it loose. They came fast, slightly damp, and bubbly sounding as they burst through his clothes. He hardly needed to push as it burbled out of him, spreading the awful stench of sulfur and brimstone through the camp with a flick of his tail. Nadil heard it come, and her embarrassment was replaced with self-preservation as she realized the stench was rolling her way. She clamped a hand over her nose and scurried off, trying to avoid the odor that flowed over to her. It was enough that she wasn’t completely overwhelmed by the stink, but it wasn’t enough to avoid sending her into a coughing fit.
“There we go, that feels much better.” Rith sighed and patted his belly. “Feels like a load had been lifted already.”
“Rith! Knock it off!” Nadil pulled her clothes up over her nose to shield her from the odor that roiled through the air. “You’re stinking up the camp!”
“You started it,” Rith replied as his tail flicked back and forth.
“I did not!” Nadil stamped a foot in the dust. “You kicked this off with that silent one of yours!”
“You can’t prove that.”
“Now you’re just being obtuse!”
“I can’t be obtuse cause I don’t even know what that means.” Rith smiled proudly.
“You’re the worst.” Nadil gave him a flustered shove before turning her back on him.
“Now that’s just mean.” He frowned and clicked his tongue. “Well, it’s getting late. I’m gonna get some sleep.”
Rith rose from his seat and stretched out with a quiet yawn. He was tired after a day of walking and was ready to get some real rest. He took a sip of water before he returned back to the tent and unzipped the flap. He lit up a lantern and flopped down on his cot in the corner of the tent. He kicked off his robes and lay there in his boxers, pulling a blanket up and over himself as he settled down for the night. It took only a few moments before his eyelids were drooping shut. It took a few moments before he slipped blissfully into a peaceful sleep.
Meanwhile, Nadil was still sitting beside the fire, trying to avoid breathing in the lingering remnants of Rith’s farts. She had tried to continue reading, but the fire was dying and so was her will to continue. She was tired, and the smoke and warmth of the fire were making her sleepy. As the smoke wisped around her, she yawned and stretched, almost ready to pass out at a moment’s notice. Her limbs ached, and her head was throbbing. All she wanted to do was pass out on her cot in a heap of cozy blankets. The problem was the fact that Rith was somewhat right. Her stomach gurgled and groaned as she leaned back, gas churning about in her belly and crying out for a release. Even though she could try to hold it back, she knew it would come out in her sleep if she relaxed too much. Normally on a night like this, she would slip off into the woods and release it far away from the camp, even though Rith made it clear that he could hear it despite the distance. Tonight, however, she was annoyed and flustered over her gas, and sneaking off wasn’t an option. A different idea was brewing in the back of her head, and she was starting to come up with an awful plot to give Rith a taste of his own medicine...
Creeping through the campsite, Nadil extinguished the fire and thrust herself into complete and total darkness. Not that she needed it to see by of course. She slid through the shadows towards the door of the tent, slowly opening the flap and peering her head inside. Even without eyes, she could vaguely sense the layout of the interior. The lantern was hissing, suspended from the peak of the tent and casting a dull orange light about the interior. Rith was already fast asleep on his cot, snoring with his head buried in his pillow. His mouth was half-open, and he was probably going to drool all over himself again. Nadil smirked ever so slightly as she stood just outside, turning around and inserting her rump between the flaps of the tent. She pulled them both tightly around herself to form a seal, locking Rith inside the tent with her rear end. She snickered under her breath as she bit her lip and pushed.
PPPPVVVVVVRRRMMMMPPPPPPPT!
A deep and rumbling fart warbled out of Nadil’s ass as she let her butt sing its song. The fart resounded like a trumpet in the cloth enclosure, as though it were a military wake-up call. Rith was awake in seconds, scrambling about in his blankets and kicking at his cot as he tried to wake himself up at the noise. That was only the first part of his struggle, however, as he had barely managed to sit up before he was assaulted with a rotten aroma of spoiled salad and beer gone bad. His nose was filled with awful aromas, and his eyes watered as he breathed in a lungful of fetid fumes.
“Nadil?!” Rith coughed and sputtered as he rolled to his feet. “Nadil, what’s going on?”
“Oh, nothing.” She sang back, smiling to herself as she felt her fart trail off into a subtle rumbling. “Just a little payback.”
“What are you do-”
THHRRRMMMMMMP-BBBVVVVRRRPPP-SSSSPPPPRRRRTT!
Three farts interrupted Rith as he tried to respond, only for his mouth and nose to be filled with the rank aroma of Nadil’s farts. There was a certain potency to them when they dipped down into a soft hiss, and it was those that really singed Rith’s lungs with their awfulness. He coughed and gagged as he felt the air in the tent grow hot and thick with Nadil’s farts. It was like he was wallowing in the ocean, yet the ocean was a reeking, stinking blob of palpable gas. He retched and choked as he took a few shaky steps towards the exit, but it was already too late. His eyes were welling up with tears and his nose was running as the overwhelming odor of Nadil’s decaying, skunky gas. He reached out towards the tent flaps with a desperate gasp, but it was useless to fight. Nadil had won before he’d even gotten up out of bed.
“Whew... Pardon me.” Nadil wrinkled her nose as a stray tendril of her gas leaked from the tent and tickled her nose. It was awful, indisputably. She couldn’t imagine how bad it was for Rith, trapped inside the tent that had been turned into a dutch oven by her gas. “You can handle it though, right Rith?”
Rith only managed a few gags as a response. He flopped down on the ground and sputtered, trying to form a cohesive reply to Nadil. He couldn’t come up with anything other than a scattered array of chokes.
“Yeah, sounds like you’re handling it pretty well.”
PPPPLLLLLRRRMMMMMPPPPT-PRT-PVRTCH-PRRRMPT!
Nadil sighed as she unleashed the final bout of gas that she had been brewing in her guts, blasting Rith with a slightly damp sounding ripper that echoed off of the nearby trees and caused the fabric of the tent to subtly inflate with the sheer force. Rith was blown back ever so slightly as she let it rip at him. His lungs screamed for clean air, and his eyes watered at the sheer stench. He was hardly able to keep his eyes open as the farts buffeted the air around him. It was like being trapped in the center of a hurricane of farts, with every subsequent salvo of stink rolling around him in a cyclone of fetid funk. His body, at last, gave out, completely beaten by Nadil.
Outside in the fresh air, Nadil sighed with relief as the last of her gas left her with a quiet squeak. She closed the flaps behind her to let Rith stew in the blistering dutch oven of smoggy stench. She’d sleep outside tonight, despite the fact that it was a little chilly out. After all, that tent was-
Nadil’s thoughts were interrupted as she heard the forlorn howl of a wolf somewhere out in the woods. After hearing that, she scurried into the tent, subjecting herself to her own stench as she hid beneath her blankets. As she caught a whiff of what she’d done, she felt almost bad for Rith. It was awful in there. Nadil had to hold her nose at her own reek as she settled into bed.
Maybe this hadn’t been the best move on her part...
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