Juri Nullification

By: causticblast

PART 1

Sweat dripped from her brow as Chun-Li continued to eat, refueling her energy after a grueling investigation that had taken her through the sun-baked streets of Seoul. She could feel the thick beads of sweat running down the sides of her face and tried to wipe them aside with the back of her hand. A similar yet far more sticky sensation was running along her waistband and her muscular legs. She adjusted herself in her seat, shifting her weight from one hefty buttock to the other, and could feel the juicy sweat that had accumulated in her form-fitting blue pants. Her asscrack felt like a running river in the scorching summer heat. There must have been an entire new climate marinating within the confines of her sweaty, musky lower half, which she was trying her best not to think about. 

Meanwhile, seated across from her was Mai Shiranui, the temporary backup that she’d called in for her most recent operation. The younger woman had certainly proven to be a vital asset, with a keen eye for detail and a sharp wit to match. Her CQC proficiency had yet to be tested, but if the stories were accurate, Chun-Li had nothing to worry about. 

Chun-Li ran her gaze over Mai’s body and attire once more, inadvertently catching on her cleavage as it had already done so many times already. Beads of sweat dotted along her bare skin where her well-endowed breasts were exposed, leaving visible damp spots along her clothes. When they’d met up in the morning, Chun-Li had initially found the outfit to be a bit…overexposed. The “dress,” if one could even call it that, left very little to the imagination. Mai’s ample bust and deep cleavage were on full display, and it wasn’t too different below the belt, either. The girl’s thighs, though nowhere near as thick and formidable as Chun-Li’s own world-famous skullcrushers, were bared to the world in all their pale, smooth, luscious glory. It seemed that the slightest mis-step could lead to a wardrobe malfunction, especially as there were no signs that Mai wore any underwear. Chun-Li dismissed it as not her problem, and decided to forgive Mai’s attention-grabbing attire after all; they never had any intentions of blending in with the crowd here, anyhow. She just felt it was a bit much, was all.

This heatwave, though, was making Chun-Li seriously reconsider her judgement, realizing that Mai may have just been dressing appropriately for the weather. All that exposure to the occasional breeze was probably a lot more bearable. On the other hand, her own outfit was practically cultivating its own jungle. The midday heat had caused her bottom half to be absolutely soaked in sweat, which had nowhere to go inside the confines of her high-waisted leggings. The fabric was definitely saturated with moisture at this point, particularly where it bunched up within her drenched crevasse. Any more sweating at this point, and she’d be leaving puddles wherever she sat.

Chun-Li dropped another skewer onto the table with one hand and poured herself another glass of ice water with the other. If not for the growing pile of polished-off skewers between the two of them, she’d be losing track of how many of these kebabs she’d already cleared. She gestured inquisitively at Mai’s glass. Mai nodded her gratitude while Chun-Li refilled it, grabbing another vegetable tempura with her chopsticks.

Though she hadn’t said anything, Mai had taken note of Chun-Li’s wandering eyes during their lunch break. She was all too familiar with feeling the gaze of others along her scarcely-covered body, and she found no shame in inviting a bit of ogling here and there. She had something worth flaunting, after all. What was interesting about this time, though, was Chun-Li’s exceptional poker face. It was hard to tell whether she was looking out of jealousy, disapproval, or genuine appreciation. For someone of Chun-Li’s age, Mai would’ve guessed one of the first two…but there were telltale signs of something else. In any case, she had been doing plenty of “visual assessment” of her older partner as well. Those legendary thunder thighs were eye-catching, for sure. The definition on those legs bulging through her stretch pants spoke for themselves. Mai had never met a woman whose thighs were nearly the same thickness as her waist, much less imagined that it could look this good.

Between the two of them, they had admittedly invited a bit of a spectacle here at this street vendor’s tent. Two gorgeous, busty women, clearly not from around here, packing in spicy and greasy street food at an almost alarming rate that seemed uncomfortably disproportionate against their curvaceous, athletic, well-endowed figures. Though they might’ve realized they were the center of nearby attention, they made no mention of it. They had more pressing matters on their minds.

Chun-Li sighed, wiping the corners of her mouth with a napkin, taking a mid-meal intermission. “How are you feeling?” 

Mai wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. “Like we’re no closer to catching her. The food’s doing me good, though.”

A businessman at the far table took a not-so-discreet photo with his phone. Mai casually crossed her legs to show off more of her thighs, almost reflexively, like her subconscious wanted to make sure that her juicy yams were more eye-catching than Chun-Li’s.

Chun-Li, meanwhile, just took another sip of water to cool off both her spice-laden tongue and her sweat-soaked body. “I think I have a new lead…well, I suppose I should call it a hunch.”

Mai raised her arms up and stretched, her heavy bosom bulging out and causing the far businessman to grow even more wide-eyed. Even Chun-Li had to admit that it was quite a sight to behold. Those ample jugs demanded attention, glistening with sweat as she spoke. 

“Sounds good. A hunch is better than nothing…”





It took another hour of bearing the brutal summer city heat, but Chun-Li’s instincts proved right. The duo managed to corner their target in an abandoned office building. Neither were thrilled that the pursuit ended somewhere without air conditioning, but that was beside the point. At the very least, the fight hadn’t put any innocent civilians in danger. 

Juri Han looked up at them, down on her knees, battered and struggling to catch her breath. The heat exhaustion had gotten to all three of them, making for a shorter fight than any of them anticipated. 

“Nice work,” Chun-Li said, trying not to sound out-of-breath herself. “Time to take her in.”

Mai paused. “...I don’t suppose you have any cuffs on you?” She said after a moment, beginning to realize a slight hiccup in their operation. 

Chun-Li turned to her, frowning. “I thought…”

Mai put her hands up, defensive. “Do you see any pockets on me?”

A second of awkward silence came over them. Juri’s wicked laugh pierced it like a bullet through glass. 

“You…you really fell off, huh? How the fuck are you still on Interpol’s payroll when you can’t even keep track of a single pair of handcuffs?”

Bruised and bloodied, but never quite defeated, Juri proved her reputation with a derisive tone that was all but soaked in venom. Her single exposed eye narrowed in on Chun-Li with resurgent vigor as she spoke, vitriol already seeping into her tongue. A smirk on her face revealed she was far from done.

“I mean, look at that all that flab! Did no one ever teach you about calorie counting? No wonder you needed to go two-on-one against me! Fuckin’ pussy shit.” Juri spat onto the floor. “Someone needs to put your fat ass in a nursing home. Put you on a LifeAlert before you break your own hip.”

Chun-Li could feel the heat rising in her face, and it wasn’t just the summer weather this time. Juri always had a way with words—specifically, using them like a scalpel to get right under her skin with surgical precision. She’d had years of experience to sharpen the blade by this point, and it was hard to ignore.

“I see those wrinkles on your face, you hag, I can tell you’re getting tired just hauling that saggy dumptruck around. You’re so washed, you need a little side bitch to do the fighting for you!”

“Don’t let her get to you…” Mai reached out, one hand on Chun-Li’s shoulder.

Like a T-rex detecting movement, Juri immediately turned on Mai to make a new incision, predatory instinct swiveling from one prey to another. “And who let you come out here in a fuckin’ bathrobe? All that and you still couldn’t hide the daddy issues? Or did you just forget to change out of your work clothes from the whorehouse last night?”

With such a sharp pivot, Chun-Li could see the blistering attack have its intended effects on her companion, who wasn’t fully prepared for it. Chun-Li might’ve had years to dull her senses to such goading attacks, but Mai looked ready to knock Juri flat. Seeing her new ally under attack like that put solid ice in Chun-Li’s veins. There was a moment where her smoldering anger transmuted into something else; she wasn’t just frustrated by Juri’s taunting, but now she was righteously indignant with a new sense of protectiveness for Mai. Chun-Li and Juri’s rivalry was by now notorious, but putting Mai between them felt unjust, even if Chun-Li had brought her into this in the first place. 

She felt like she needed to intervene. And not just for Mai’s sake, but to bring Juri down in some brutally ugly way, to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget. Simple violence was obviously not the answer; this girl’s resolve and tolerance for pain made it clear that it was going to be impossible to just punch and kick any sense into her. No, she needed to torment Juri some other way. Utterly humiliate her, show her that this “old hag with a fat dumptruck” had completely beaten her and there was nothing else to it. 

Hmm…

She took one big step forward, gently pulling Mai out of the way. She looked down at Juri, who was now eye-level with her hips, with an ice-cold gaze that assessed the relative dimensions of Juri’s head. For a moment, she seemed to be in contemplation. She then spoke with unnatural, thinly-veiled calm. 

“You know, something just came to my mind.”

“What’s that?” Mai asked, conscientiously taking the bait before Juri could intercept with a retort. 

“Without cuffs, we’re going to have to knock her unconscious before transporting her.”

Juri laughed in disbelief. “Yeah, did that just occur to you? Holy shit, how have you—“

Chun-Li stepped forward again, closing the distance so that Juri’s face was now inches away from her. Juri reflexively pulled back, but on her knees, she couldn’t back away quite far enough. Chun-Li took a wider stance, spreading her legs and opening her sweaty crotch like a pair of jaws around Juri’s head. 

“…Wait, what the fuck are y—”

Chun-Li stepped forward one more time, and Juri’s entire face disappeared into the firm, salt-soaked abyss between her enormous thighs. 

“—MMFFH!”

The fit was excellent.

Juri’s hands came up around her thighs to instinctively push herself out, but Chun-Li was faster. Her thighs were like supple tree trunks, wrapped tight around Juri’s head and neck without an inch to budge. Her own hands clamped down on the back of Juri’s head and slammed her even deeper into her sweaty stink trap in an almost masturbatory pose. There was no grip to be found on Chun-Li’s legs anyway; all that slick sweat had turned every inch of her tight pants into a slip-and-slide, making it even harder for Juri to pull herself out. 

All things considered, Chun-Li liked to think of herself as a lady, and typically conducted herself appropriately. But even ladies sweat and have body odor; it just couldn’t be helped. In the anonymity of this abandoned building, with no one but the three fighters as witnesses, there was nothing holding her back from exerting her full bodily grossness as leverage against this wicked criminal. She was going to use anything she could to punish her. And the natural musk of her sweaty pussy was no doubt quite potent after a long day in the aching sun. 

In her weakened state, Juri failed to offer enough resistance to do much of anything besides scream and sputter into Chun-Li’s sweaty southern folds. Her hands desperately clawed at those powerful thighs to no avail. She was stuck in her adversary’s grip, face smeared against her musty crotch with those legs of steel clenching around her on either side. And by the sounds of it, the experience was far from savory. 

“MMMRGH! Mmphfftph! MMMRRRGH!”

Juri’s surprise quickly turned to disgust as her nose was smushed against Chun-Li’s sloppy flower bud, with no choice but to inhale the pungent aromas emanating from it. Distinctively womanly odors overtook her senses immediately. And since Juri didn’t have the good sense to keep her stupid mouth shut, she was getting both a noseful and a mouthful of sweaty muff. 

For Chun-Li, however, the humiliation of shoving Juri’s head into her pungent crotch was just perfect. She momentarily bit down on her lip, stifling a moan of pleasure. She did her best to maintain a steady expression of neutrality, though her mind raced with a rush of adrenaline. 

Meanwhile, Mai was staring in mild disbelief, shocked by the display of filth before her by a woman with an otherwise classy demeanor. Chun-Li’s face betrayed signs of excitement, and Mai felt like she was getting an unexpected inside look at this mature woman’s true thoughts. 

Damn, she’s kinda…nasty. 
…I like nasty. 

Mai tried not to be too turned on by the sight, which was difficult, as the posing of the two women—with one’s face almost entirely vanishing between the other’s thick, luscious thighs—was pornographically evocative. In fact, it was hard not to be just a little bit jealous of Juri, and her mouthful of Chun…

“Mmm, lucky girl,” Mai cooed at Juri, adding insult to injury. “Getting face-mashed in between those delectable thighs is quite the privilege, I would think!”

Juri merely growled in response, still muffled against the pillars of muscle clamped around her head. 

Seeing an opportunity, Mai sauntered over behind Chun-Li and knelt down, seizing each of Juri’s wrists in her grasp so that she could stay well-restrained. In doing so, she had also very intentionally positioned herself mere inches from Chun-Li’s magnificent ass. She wasted no time in drinking up the view—that glistening, skintight texture along every curve of her delectable rear, bulging out to meet her, jiggling ever so slightly with every single one of Juri’s struggling movements, like a plump ripe fruit that was begging to be eaten. The faintest panty lines underneath the tight blue pants showed Mai that there was an extra layer soaked in her aromatic juices down there, and she took a moment to fantasize about cramming them in her mouth…

“Good girl…Deep breaths…” Mai said aloud, almost subconsciously. There was a deep, undeniable sensuality to her voice that even surprised herself to hear it. Clearly, her brain hadn’t quite made up its mind about whether that was meant for Juri or for herself before the words left her mouth. The bittersweet smell of Chun-Li’s body musk was soaking through her senses with an irrefutable influence. 

Jeez, what’s happening? Mai thought, trying feebly to shake herself out of it. I don’t usually get this horny after a battle…do I?

But the radiating smell of acrid funk was intoxicating when up this close. Her breathing was getting heavy. There was a gravitational pull towards Chun-Li’s hot, steamy, plump ass that she couldn’t escape. It didn’t help that, as Juri was desperately trying to pull herself out of the clutches of those powerful thighs, she was also dragging Mai forward, into the luscious expanse of those juicy cakes. Mai nearly let herself fall in, wanting to get real intimate with Chun-Li from behind, but forced herself to remain steady and not to give in. …Not yet, anyway.

For another minute or two, Chun-Li let her victim stay there, suffusing her in muff stink and smearing her face with an assortment of juices and sweat. The combination of sensations was tickling Chun-Li’s brain in a peculiar kind of way. The hot breath of Juri’s futile efforts warming against her pussy, her hands clutching against her thighs, and now Mai’s coquettish voice playing with the erotic senses of her brain. She could feel a certain series of emotions flowing through her, destabilizing her.

Chun-Li thought for a moment, which proved very difficult with a psychopath actively suffocating in her salty nethers. She had intended this to be a punishment. But it felt dangerously close to getting to her head. She could feel her heart fluttering, the ice in her veins melting away in favor of a simmering heat. There was a thirst, a yearning for more. 

How irresponsible of me.

In one quick motion, she ripped Juri’s head away, taking a step backwards to separate herself before she started doing something really risqué. In doing so, she felt her sweaty ass bump into Mai’s face, and she heard a not-quite-grunt that almost sounded like a moan behind her. Before she had time to process that, though, Juri began spitting obscenities in her general direction. 

“Nghh-hhaaAAHH! Bitch, WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCK!”

Juri blinked furiously, trying to restabilize herself against the blurriness, eyes stinging from the agitating salt of Chun-Li’s sweat. More than that, though, she was struggling to remove the smell and taste of her soaked pussy from herself, which was proving difficult. She sputtered her tongue and tried to wipe the musky, cloying odors off of her face, to no avail. In her sweat-blurred field of view, Chun-Li’s distinctive, bottom-heavy blue silhouette stood in silence, apparently unmoving. The other woman’s white silhouette seemed to be getting closer, until she was looming over her. Juri reached forward to shove her away, but misjudged the distance, finding nothing but air in her palms. She scrabbled to her feet and tried to move backward, only getting two uneasy steps in before her heel hit something cold and hard—the concrete wall behind her. 

Mai watched all this with silent amusement. While Chun-Li visibly hesitated on her next move, frozen in mixed desire with her brow scrunched in a sea of introspective confusion, Mai took this as a cue to take her turn tormenting their victim. Having effectively cornered Juri, she turned around, glancing over her shoulder to keep watching her squirm. 

“Hope you’re not feeling too ‘salty’ about this just yet! ‘Cause there’s plenty more in store for you…”

With one hand, she pulled the train of her “dress” out of the way, easily revealing her panty-less bare-bottomed swamp-ass. At this distance, even with her eyes stinging, Juri could tell exactly what was descending towards her face. The stinking aura around it hit her first, just a second before the slick, supple flesh of Mai’s shamelessly peeled peach smacked against her face with a wet, meaty slap. She felt the back of her head hit the concrete behind her, and her feet lost her center of gravity. Her back slid down until she was sitting against the wall. With nowhere else to go, her face slipped in deeper towards the epicenter of Mai’s butt stench, where the smell suddenly transitioned from a damp, musky, locker-room odor to a decidedly shittier smell that reflexively made her gag. 

Immediately, Juri thought to herself that she would much rather take Mai from the front than from behind. Mai’s backside was no pleasant place, radiating the obvious bathroom-type stench that should have come as no surprise. She gagged a second time, caught off-guard by the sheer dichotomy of this flirtatious young vixen and her deplorably filthy rear. Obviously, an ass should smell like ass…but it wasn’t quite what Juri had envisioned. Not that she’d ever spent a lot of time envisioning being in this situation, but nonetheless.

The next thought that came to Juri’s mind was that she had clearly taken Chun-Li’s pants for granted, protecting her from the full brunt of the raw body odor of a woman who’d been soaking in her own sweat all day. It didn’t seem like much, but taking Mai’s ass bare made her retroactively appreciate an extra layer between herself and the offending mixture of dried and fresh sweat. While the extra ventilation seemingly made Mai’s butt feel less damp and mildewy like in Chun-Li’s clutches, it more than made up for it by amping up the smell of sharp, gritty sourness of several caked-on layers of dried sweat on top of one another. Or maybe that was just the differences in how their asses naturally sweat in general?

Furious at the indignation of it all, she tried to yell out some choice expletives in reply, and got about halfway through one syllable before Mai slammed rearward again to pin her. All she’d managed to do was leave her jaw stuck open as Mai pressed her soft rear cushions even deeper into Juri’s head, pressing harder against the back wall until the tip of Juri’s nose brushed something wrinkly and damp and slick and puckering. It didn’t take a master anatomist to figure out where she was.

With renewed vigor derived from a sudden wave of disgust, Juri pressed her hands against the back of Mai’s thighs and pushed with as much strength as she could muster. For a moment, she could feel herself pulling away, her nose losing contact with that sickening brownhole, her whole face slip-sliding out by half an inch. 

But it wasn’t enough. After a few seconds—as if waiting for her to tire herself out—Mai delivered her response. Juri felt one hand on each of her hair-horns, clutching them painfully tight and pulling her right back into the shitty abyss of Mai’s sweat-ridden crevasse. Juri now had zero control over her neck muscles, left to the whims of however Mai wanted to position her head. 

“Ahaha! Oh, this is too fun! Having fun back there?”

Taking advantage, Mai then began scrubbing her whole face up and down in a vertical wiping motion, all while shoving it into her ass with maximal force. Slick trails of sweat—or at least, from this end, Juri really hoped it was just sweat, but that seemed highly unlikely—were forced up her nostrils and into her still-open mouth, filling her senses with an extra heaping dose of stink. After another minute of drenching her orifices in the foul aftermath of her backside in the summer heat, Mai bent over and slammed backwards again, pinning Juri firmly within the supple expanse of her barenaked ass. How something could be so slippery and so sticky at the same time, Juri didn’t have the right sense of mind to find out.

“Mmm…You’re really in there now, huh…”

Juri froze in utter disbelief at the sound of Mai’s tone of voice. She realized, with horror, that this girl was enjoying this whole thing. Her voice was getting breathier, not quite moaning but definitely evocative. She was playing with her face using her massive ass like a stripper giving a lapdance. The gyrating rhythm of Mai’s hips was noticeably sensual, like she was savoring the rubbing motions of her ass over her squashed facial features, using them as just a surface to create some pleasurable friction. And most incriminatingly disgusting of all—there was a slick trail of her arousal smearing around Juri’s mouth and chin, creating a near-frictionless sensation, with the subtle smell of that slippery wet desire trickling into her nostrils between breaths of musky, sweaty, sticky ass.

Juri couldn’t believe the sheer shamelessness of it all. They had unfairly tag-teamed her in combat, brought her to her knees…just to use her face as a fucking sweat rag and masturbatory ass scratcher? 

Ignoring Juri’s struggles, Mai continued her gentle gyrations. “Mmmhh, hooh, yeah…I could get used to this…” She said softly, her curvaceous ass still grinding away with a slowly escalating intensity. It was hard to tell if she was still even pretending to be doing this for any non-kinky reasons, or if she had simply dropped the pretense altogether. 

Meanwhile, Chun-Li stood aside with her hands on her legendary hips, observing Mai’s “interrogation techniques” from the sideline. She had obviously noticed Mai’s imprudence as well, displeased with the overall direction this had taken—but unwilling to address it, for fear that one of them would point out the apparent hypocrisy. 

Thankfully, she—or rather, her bowels—were cooking up a plan. 

GghwwoorrRrHghhrgrrhhh…

Her stomach gave a low growl, settling in after the recent battle and churning away with the hefty load of spicy carbs and greasy vegetables from lunch. She patted her abdomen, knowing exactly the thing that would turn this from an act of sexual deviance to an act of sheer, unbridled torment. No one on earth could possibly enjoy this next idea of hers. Not the way she did it. Not with what she had in the tank. 

Striding with a strange confidence, Chun-Li tapped Mai on the shoulder, signaling for her to get up and switch. Mai looked at her with a modicum of embarrassment, her face flushed, bringing her lolled tongue back into her mouth and gulping a bit of drool.

For Juri, the respite was brief and unexpected. Light streamed back into her eyes again as her face detached from Mai’s fat, sweat-stained ass, streaking thin lines of salty fluids along her cheeks. She took half a breath, reflexively trying to get some unadulterated oxygen back into her system. Hopelessly, she crawled towards the corner of the room, where an old couch had been discarded. She climbed up onto its cushions and lay there, chest heaving, just trying to give herself some room to breathe.

…The terrible lack of foresight in choosing to lie face-up, in retrospect, should have been obvious.

“MmMMFGgffrfh…!”

Chun-Li’s powerful ass took Juri’s breath again almost immediately. Just as she remembered the frontal assault, Chun-Li’s salty, grimy sweat had absolutely drowned her leggings, leaving her ass completely wet like she’d just walked out of the ocean. The damp material pressed itself over Juri’s face and sank down, like a sickening waterboarding where every ounce of “water” was actually accumulated fluid straight from Chun-Li’s sweaty, juicy ass. Juri had made sure that she’d kept her mouth shut this time, but she couldn’t tell if this was a better or worse decision. She felt herself struggling to get enough air in each strained breath through her nose, getting hit with more that dank, vile smell. 

Stuck between the musty cushions below and the musky “cushions” above, Juri could do nothing but take fast, heavy breaths of Chun-Li’s pungent swamp-ass. With her jaw pinned shut, every last particle of her damp sweat and unshowered body musk was dragged into her nostrils, tainting the oxygen she needed to stay alive with an odor that made her wish she wasn’t.

And yet, even that wasn’t enough. With one hand, Chun-Li reached back and pulled up on the back of the Korean girl’s head, shoving her even deeper than before. But unlike Mai’s erotically charged display, Chun-Li took a much more methodical approach to her positioning, with each movement delicately planned. Her eyes turned up towards the dimly lit ceiling, squinching one shut while her mouth hung open slightly in concentration. She began forcing herself up and down, making little micro-adjustments along her slippery crack until she found the desired alignment. 

Juri’s groaning seemed weaker by this point, either from lack of air from the past several minutes of humiliation, or simply accepting her own fate. Even she didn’t know which. All she knew was that it wasn’t worth the effort to resist anymore—it was just going to give them that extra satisfaction they seemed to be after. I don’t know how long you fuckers are going to keep this up for, but your goody-two-shoes attitude won’t let you go on much longer, Juri thought to herself. Chun, you dumb fucking bitch, there’s going to be hell to pay…But for now, you get to have your fun. Enjoy your five minutes of victory, cuntsucker.

Little did she realize that Chun-Li was far from done. She hadn’t even started yet. After another few seconds of adjustment, her face relaxed, and her body remained still. 

gggwwwooOOUURRRGggrgggrrrlrlll…

Another growl, low and ferocious enough to be mistaken for an angry bear. Juri’s heart stopped for an instant, knowing this couldn’t possibly mean anything good while she had her face lodged deep in Chun-Li’s rotund backside. 

No, no…don’t you dare…

But there was nothing she could do but wait for the inevitable. There was a distinct boundary about to be transgressed, one that she hadn’t accounted for. Her chest was pounding in fear as she finally realized just how far she’d crossed the line. She’d pissed off Chun-Li before, but this was breaking new boundaries in how low this woman was willing to go. She feebly tried to push away again, but the kung fu mistress’s grip was made of iron. Her stalwart stance refused to let her budge an inch.

Chun-Li turned her head up high, arching her back as she felt something sinister surging through her midsection. She closed her eyes, and pushed. 

bbrrgrlgrrGGRLLBRRLRLPT

A short, gulpy fart bubbled through her enormous cheeks, and Juri seemed to flinch, though was still unable to turn away from the damp eruption hitting her point-blank. A full, robust, two-second burst sputtered out of Chun-Li’s gut and directly into Juri’s nose with little room for aeration in between. Juri could feel every muscle in her body clenching in response to this affront, unable to provide any meaningful resistance while her brain screamed at her to get the fuck out of this mess. 

From the side, Mai gave a small gasp, stunned at what she was hearing and seeing. She hadn’t heard the first few stomach rumbles from Chun-Li’s modestly bloated midsection, so the sudden explosion of sweat-drenched gas had caught her completely by surprise. Her eyes darted between Chun-Li’s face and ass, trying to comprehend what had just happened, and she could tell right away from Chun-Li’s expression that she wasn’t content with a single fart. Mere seconds passed before the next flurry of attacks came.

bbbrprrplrrrRRRRT

BBVRRRMPPRRRT

ggrwwwooOOUUURRRRGGRRPPPTRTLPRPPRT

“MMmfngGGH! Ggh-CCHK! HRRK!”

BBBBRPBRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAARRRRPT

“MFFFRRKKGHH!!”

Juri gave out an audible nasal sputter after the third consecutive gassy assault, as she’d evidently been holding her breath in the hopes of escaping relatively unscathed from Chun-Li’s fat steamy ass. She hadn’t anticipated this lengthy string of farty mayhem smashing into her face. But clearly, the blue-bottomed, thick-thighed MILF of Metro City had lots of pent-up anger and spicy fury ready to go, unleashing multiple unholy farts in a row without a word—not even so much as a groan of relief or a grunt of effort. These weren’t little whoopee-cushion farts, either; Juri could feel the sweat from Chun-Li’s pants spraying out from the force of wind blustering out through her mighty crack. After the third one, her lungs couldn’t keep up the pressure any longer, and she was forced to take a deep inhalation through her nose—just in time for the fourth skull-quaking blast to unload into her defenseless face, sending what seemed like an entire gallon of gas shooting straight up her nostrils before she even had a chance to react. It felt like a wet, poisonous spike had just been driven up her nose and into the base of her skull. It was hard to even recognize what the hell this odor even was, soaked in the stink of old grease and musty gym lockers and stinging capsaicin. It was a chemical agent that had been deployed against her, and she could barely hold herself steady. 

However, that wasn’t even the worst part. The worst part was that Chun-Li, quite sadistically, refused to loosen her grip by a single hair. Even as Juri was desperately trying to clear the toxins from her lungs, her jaw was still largely clamped shut by the pressure from Chun-Li’s masterfully thick thighs, leaving her mouth unusable and forcing her to take deep, agonal breaths through only her nose. Whatever still remained of her gassy barrage—which Juri had so carefully tried to avoid taking in by holding her breath for the first few farts—was left as the befouled air that she still had to filter through her pained nostrils, trapped between the sweaty butt-cushions. It was as if Chun-Li was reprimanding her, demanding that she inhale every last particle of her ruinous farts before she was allowed to be free from the clutches of her rear. And she had no choice but to obey. The smell of deep-fryer grease and eye-watering red pepper, processed and digested through a diabolical set of overworked intestines, soaked through every square inch of her lungs as she struggled to get enough oxygen to stay alive.

In the aftershock of that quintuple gas blast, the faintest whiffs of fart stink reached Chun-Li’s nostrils, carrying what little Juri had failed to filter through her strained breaths. She hadn’t fully realized the extent of the gastric terror she was carrying until the sweat-laden sulfur tickled her sense of smell. A mixture of pride, surprise, and disgust came over her. She was obviously no stranger to her own brand of rear-end stink, but she wasn’t quite ready for this particular blend of oppressive odors. There was an extra heftiness to this smell that was somehow worse than her usual post-workout protein-blasted shower thunder—and that stuff could, quite famously (in certain circles), clear locker rooms in a minute flat. 

Chun-Li felt Juri’s irregular nasal breathing at her asshole with a twinge of disappointment in herself, like she’d stooped to a new low in her own conduct. At the same time, however, there was a sense of karmic justice in all this. Their so-called rivalry had gone on for so long, it seemed like a farce. No matter how many times she came out on top, Juri was right back at it again in a matter of months, escaping any effective punishment before long. Each time, Chun-Li hoped it was the last—but the voice of reason in the back of her head would always whisper, no, she’ll be back. Somehow, she’ll weasel her way out.

Exhausting all traditional means of serving justice, she knew it was time to try a new approach. Something unconventional. And, well, forcing Juri to take deep, pained sniffs of her notoriously brutal farts, straight from the miasmic source, after a long hot day of running around working up a real musky sweat and devouring a hefty meal full of greasy carbs and red-hot Korean spice…well, that was about as unconventional as punishments could go.

The burgeoning load in her belly signaled another flurry of farts to come. She hesitated for a second—but no more than a second, as she told herself that the line had already been crossed. Too late to turn back now. 

Next stop, empty stomach.

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“Hahh…”

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Behind her, Juri was audibly choking on the thick fumes being shoved up her nose at point-blank range. With her skull squished in between those vibrating mounds of luscious fat and muscle that had captivated street-brawlers for years, she could barely even exhale while the gas was coming into her nose. The sheer pressure throbbing up through her sinuses was brutal. Chun-Li still hadn’t let go of her, meaning there was absolutely no clean air afforded to her between what was now eight consecutive spicy, bubbly blasts exploding through those detestably sweaty cheeks. It was utterly vile, and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take. 

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Still watching in wide-eyed disbelief, Mai kept wincing at the extremely bubbly noises exploding from Chun-Li’s backside. She stared in awe while Chun-Li’s perfectly sculpted rear unleashed another pair of deadly steamers, and what little was visible of the back of Juri’s head continued quivering in severe distress. Muffled sniffling and snorting made it clear that it smelled as vicious as it sounded. The poor girl’s lungs must have been overstuffed with farts. But Chun-Li seemed to pay it no mind, only letting out a small sigh through modestly opened lips. In total, ten powerful gales of hot, sweat-soaked, bubbly stink bombs had already torn out of her buxom buttocks before her victim could even take a full unadulterated breath, and she was acting like it was nothing. 

Okay, maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t stick my face in there. Holy shit, girl, what did you eat?

As if to remind her that they’d partaken in the exact same meal a few hours earlier, Mai’s stomach growled, sending shivers down through her gut and towards her sphincter. 

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…Yeah, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. 

With Chun-Li already taking the lead, Mai realized what she had to do. With the sickly sweet stench of sweaty pheromones permeating the space, there was an electric charge in the air that left her with no qualms about the idea of blasting toxic farts down someone’s airways. Chun-Li was making it look fun.  The only problem was that Juri only had one nose. And it was currently occupied, stuck about three inches deep inside the world’s most beautiful yet noxious booty. 

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“...Unnhhh…”

Holy fuck, Chun!... 
…Save some room for me!

A long, head-pounding bass note thundered out from that deliciously devilish derriere just as the silence seemed to be going on for too long. It ended with an unbelievably damp series of bubbles that burst against Juri’s face in a chain of wet slaps, for much longer than anyone could have anticipated—followed by a breathy moan of relief. Chun-Li rubbed her stomach, feeling quite decompressed from such a violent bout of flatulence—for the moment, at least.

After absorbing that gassy devastation from the depths of Chun-Li’s nauseating ass, Juri wasn’t even making sounds any more. She didn’t have room in her lungs to even whimper. Darkness crept into the edges of her consciousness, a welcome mercy from this unprecedented experience. Her breathing slowed, each one still as tainted as the last, as she finally found an end to this stinking nightmare.

…But sensing the impending fadeaway of her unwilling seat, Chun-Li gave a soft harrumph. That wouldn’t do. She was just getting started. 

With a creeping vindictiveness, she began riding her tainted asscrack up and down along Juri’s face, a vicious gleam in her eye. She glanced back over her shoulder to see…well, not much, other than the girl’s iconic hair-horns that were gradually unraveling in structure, in what was probably an appropriate metaphor for her resolve. The violent friction jolted Juri back to the waking realm, very much against her will. The jarring sensation pulled her features in all directions, shoved around by the same fat dumptruck ass that she’d verbally harassed mere minutes earlier. At some point, before she even knew it, her mouth opened up in reflex, as if to protest.

Chun-Li didn’t give her that chance. She slammed her hefty ass right back down, and she could tell from where Juri’s nose was poking at her crack that she was now a few inches south of her previous seating arrangement. Visually, it was an almost imperceptible difference, with her colossal bottom-heavy thickness making it hard to establish any frame of reference. One way or another, the girl’s entire head vanished between her powerful bottom. But to her and Juri, the implications of such a shift in position were crystal clear.

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And to demonstrate the next phase of her assault on Juri’s senses, Chun-Li blasted another bout of gas from her ass—which, while comparatively short, audibly echoed down the girl’s throat. A perfect mouth fart, forcing itself to be swallowed regardless of whether Juri wanted to or not. By the time she could even realize what happened, the hot, sulfuric wind was already halfway down her gullet.

Of course, her gassy tormentor wasn’t going to be satisfied with one little fart. That was just a warning shot, an alignment test to check she was in the right position before she unleashed a full volley.

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“...Mmh.”

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Juri lost count after the fifth flatulent detonation erupting into her mouth. She’d never eaten a fart before, let alone be force-fed an entire mortar battery of them—and nothing could have prepared her for this experience. Her cheeks were swollen. Her chest was hurting. Her ears were popping from the sheer pressure. Chun-Li’s farts were raging with so much raw power that she could feel her whole body rattling throughout. And on the most formidable releases, she could even feel the couch vibrating underneath her, shaking like a subwoofer from the heart-pounding bassy thunder. It was a despicably nasty assault on all her senses—and that wasn’t even considering the smell. 

That same, foul, musky aroma of sweat was still battering Juri’s nose relentlessly, but its crude odor faded into the background compared to the vitriolic atrocity that was now an entire spectrum of flavors coating the inside of her mouth. With such a nasty “sampling” of Chun-Li’s digestive aftermath, Juri—against all her willpower and desires—was able to recognize the distinctive Korean street-food dishes that were now churning away in those despicable guts. She grew up on the stuff, after all. Vegetables battered and deep-fried in old grease. Salty, highly-processed fish cakes on skewers. And a trademark red-pepper sauce over spicy rice cakes. 

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All of it, corrupted and defiled by Chun-Li’s well-disciplined digestive system, now bursting and bubbling through Chun-Li’s very own “spicy rice cakes”. And right past her unwilling mouth, half plunging deep into her throat and half refluxing back into her nostrils in a brutal two-for-one sensory attack. 

Even worse, Chun-Li apparently hadn’t called it quits on whatever protein-heavy regimen she was already on. This wasn’t a “cheat day” for her per se, she just stacked on more junk-food calories on top of whatever the fuck else was already in her system. And that was disgustingly apparent in that concoction of smells, because the deep, earthy, sulfur-laden stink of post-workout farts that could only come from some kind of whey-based protein supplement was very much still present beneath it all. Juri had snuck up on Chun-Li in enough locker rooms to know that smell. And while choking on all of it in the worst way possible, Juri focused her emotions into one white-hot beam of crystallized hatred that she wished she could drive straight up into Chun-Li’s repugnant, windy hole.

You worthless fucking hag. You fat-assed, shameless, pathetic—

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…Who…Oh fuck, not her too, come on!

The sound of a muffled, bubbly fart emerged, much quieter than anticipated. It took both Juri and Chun-Li a moment to realize that this latest gust of ass stink hadn’t come out of those same thoroughly-ruined blue leggings. It took an extra moment for them to remember that there was a third person in the room.

“Excuse me!”

Mai locked eyes with Chun-Li as the tail of her outfit finished fluttering from the force of her foul gutwind. She didn’t say anything, but she brought her hand down to her belly and rubbed it in slow, suggestive circles, signaling her intent to join in on the fun. Her hips wagged side to side as she approached, taking equally suggestive steps. 

Chun-Li raised a finger. “Give me a moment?”

But Mai wasn’t in the mood to wait around. Without slowing her pace, she casually strolled towards Chun-Li, feeling a persistent low grumbling in her midsection that was increasingly eager to find release. She paused for a second. Then, when it was clear that Chun-Li had no intention of getting up of her own volition, Mai swung her wide hips against her shoulder, knocking the older woman against the back of the couch, hard enough to shift her balance but not enough to be anything serious.

“Hey!—“ Chun-Li reflexively put her arms out to steady herself, finally releasing her grip on Juri’s head. Juri gave a tiny little grunt underneath her enormous ass as it shifted, audibly getting her face rolled and squished by the meaty rear currently suffocating her.

“You’ve had your fun,” Mai insisted, arms crossed right next to Chun-Li. “My turn’s coming very soon, one way or another…and believe me, we’re both going to want something muffling it.” 

With her ear this close, Chun-Li could very much hear Mai’s groaning bowels, and was again reminded that their guts were carrying near-identical payloads.

“...Alright, I guess it’s only fair.”

Chun-Li lifted her flawlessly plump derriere, peeling herself away with some very wet, sticky noises as the sweat had formed something of a vile seal between Juri’s facial features and the intimate depths of her succulent seat-meat. Immediately, an oppressive wave of hot steamy gas emerged from below, and Juri’s breathing became audible.

“Srrhlkhk…Ghhrgh…Hraargh…”

Juri squinted into the light, struggling against the pressure that remained in her chest. After both snorting and swallowing enough of Chun-Li’s swampy tailpipe exhaust to fill a small sauna, her lungs were straining to get enough actual air in them. Each breath sounded like she had a horrible allergic reaction. She pulled her hand over her face to wipe away her distress, and was even more disgusted when it came away just soaked in sweat that was mostly not her own. 

Still croaking, she weakly shook the stinking moisture off of her hand. Her nose and mouth were in recovery mode as she tried to catch her breath. But this wasn’t a break. This was a shift-change. 

And Mai was more than happy to remind her of that.


PART 2

“Hahh!”

Mai’s bare ass came down with a swift enthusiasm, fabric pulled aside to expose her plump buttocks in all their dramatic glory. her carefully preened yet still unquestionably sweaty asshole came into Juri’s view as her large round cakes split apart to reveal the raunchy crevice between them. A daunting aura of putrid warmth overshadowed Juri’s face. The light caught on the numerous droplets and streaks of sweat decorating her smooth bare skin, and Juri’s brain could barely register what was coming before her vision went completely dark. 

“Hmrfh…Frrhck…”

This deep into her fart-soaked sensory hell, Juri couldn’t even muster an angry mumble. She couldn’t fight the inevitable. She simply lay there, face flattened under Mai’s bare slick asscheeks, dreading the fact that the fart-blasting was about to resume, now minus two layers of clothing to filter it. 

“Never done this before…” Mai said, mostly to herself. “…I think I’m going to have a lot of fun with it, though.”

Chun-Li awkwardly cleared her throat. “For the record, neither have I. This is new to me too,” she said, perhaps a bit too performatively, still trying to save face and act like she wasn’t the total freak she’d proven herself to be. 

“Really? Ah, but you seem so good at it…!” Mai replied in retort. 

Chun-Li only reddened in response. She knew there was only so much “plausible deniability” she could manage at this point. 

That ship has sailed, Chun, Mai thought. But it’s okay. I actually do think I’m enjoying this. And it definitely seems like you are, too. 

With one hand gently massaging her upset stomach, Mai felt a strange giddiness rise through her. It was unusual to feel such power manifesting in such an…unorthodox form. But she was always happy to try something new. 

Besides…with how much we stink right now, this is practically a public service. Carrying our bubble guts full of stank-ass back into the city would be a health hazard at this point. 

She settled into her seat. Her ass, not as thick as Chun-Li’s but definitely still quite shapely, was comfortably spread onto the couch cushions and forming a slippery-yet-sticky canopy of buttmeat over Juri’s face. She could feel Juri’s nose poking up and nuzzling against her sphincter. With the tension in her stomach already having reached a boiling point, Mai barely had to push. 

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“Ooh…that’s a bit better…”

An unholy flurry of farty attacks came pouring out of her sweat-slicked backside, unloading half a dozen sloppy farts straight down Juri’s already over-steamed nose. She hadn’t realized just how backed up she had been. They sounded disgustingly wet and bubbly, but the sound was obviously far from the worst part of the experience. 

After getting her sinuses heavily bathed in Chun-Li booty, Juri thought she was ready for it. She was not. Somehow, Mai’s farts were even more brutally acrid, with a near-caustic level of spice and stink that tore through her nose like pepper spray. If Chun-Li’s beefy cannon blasts were a battering ram, then Mai’s vitriolic rippers were more of a knife with serrated edges. From the point of first contact at the tip of Juri’s nose, all the way down to the back of her throat, every inch of her airway felt like it was getting shredded by these agonizingly spicy farts. Plus, the fact that there were no pants or underwear in between to provide any amount of protection from the gassy blasts was clearly playing a role in maximizing Juri’s olfactory torment. Her eyes were watering like never before. She couldn’t even cough properly with her head smushed like that, leaving her to struggle and spasm in place while her fart-blasting captor above her patted her belly with a satisfied expression on her unburdened face.

“Mmf, I’m so glad I barely have to smell any of this. It’s burning on the way out…I can’t imagine how it feels going in. HHMPH!”

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“Oh, yeah. That’s gotta be awful down there.”

As Mai’s sweat-slicked asshole blew yet another gust of viciously spicy wind right up her nose, Juri shook uncontrollably beneath her and made some sort of whimpering noise into the cleft between her hefty thighs. At the same time, Mai closed her eyes, arched her back and turned her face to the ceiling, savoring the vile bubbly fury that surged through her guts and tore past her sphincter. With her hands resting on Juri’s chest and torso, she could feel Juri’s abdominal muscles quivering, her ribcage tensing up at every little movement Mai was making. 

This really is fun. The sickly, slippery sensation on my asshole is…something new…Not to mention this poor girl’s shaking underneath me…Ughh…

Mai’s eyes opened as she heard sounds of fabric rustling, just as Chun-Li strode over towards the couch. As if some previously hidden sadistic streak was now coming out in full force, Chun-Li took her position directly in front of Mai, throwing one of her pillar-like legs across Juri’s body to ride atop her chest and stomach. By straddling Juri’s ribcage, Chun-Li was quite deliberately forcing her breaths to be even more strained. In fact, Mai could feel the shift under her heavy rump, and as Juri took an agonized gasp, she realized that her gassy exit was now closer aligned to Juri’s mouth.

Unf, that was going to be my next move anyways. Open wide, Juri…

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Mai made a subtle moaning sound, which went largely unnoticed under the caustic chainsaw-like noise of Juri getting pepper sprayed in the mouth. 

“Ooh…” Chun-Li made a mock-flinching motion. “That sounded vicious.”

“Oh, yeah! You can really hear these farts echoing down her throat, just like yours earlier!”

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“Unhh, and I can feel it, too, rumbling the whole couch. Oh, I could get used to doing this.”

Mai rubbed her stomach with ill intent, feeling a formidable wave of wretched gas working its way towards the exit. And she was more than happy to oblige it. 

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“Mmmnhhhaaahhh…”

Juri could sense that she was trapped in a vicious cycle, feeling herself slipping away as the oxygen deprivation whittled away at her stamina—and yet ripped right back into reality every time Mai loosened her gassy hole and unloaded another searing blast down her throat. Meanwhile, the curvy kunoichi was battering her again and again, with only a little moan or soft sigh between each violent catastrophe. Her adorable voice punctuated the contrast against her atrocious ass-blasting. It was almost more insulting to have her mouth rinsed out with her brutally spicy farts like this with such a casual demeanor, as opposed to Chun-Li who acted like she was trying too hard to ignore her own monstrous gas. 

When Mai finally got up this time, Juri couldn’t even find the strength to move off of the couch, which had absorbed the imprint of her silhouette into its cushions with how much weight was pressing her down into them. She lay there in silent agony, lights dancing in her vision, her steam-broiled lungs unable to tell if the farts had even stopped. Her body felt like used memory foam that had sinned in a past life. She was half-entombed in those saggy cushions, twice-drowned in soup-thick farts and musky sweat, trying to remember how to gasp for air.

Mai was waving both hands in front of her face, pushing away the stench of her own gut-brewed fumes that had been stewing in the limbo between her bare buttocks and Juri’s surprisingly resilient face. “Uhff, that’s some intense stink! You still awake down there?”

Juri obviously could not respond. The aftermath of being turned into a fart receptacle made it impossible to speak. Taking the full brunt of such devastating, viciously stinging winds was enough to knock her into a brief fugue state. If she weren’t an augmented fighter with years of conditioning, she would absolutely have been knocked out entirely. But she clung to consciousness, against her will. 

Mai’s sweaty, wobbly cakes sauntered out of view. Juri’s bleary gaze followed them, but then caught on something else: the tight blue leggings-clad dumptruck of her arch-nemesis. What she saw next made her want to get up and run the fuck away, but every muscle in her body failed to respond. 

“It’s getting hot in here, isn’t it?” Chun-Li said nonchalantly, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her pants. With her back towards her collapsed victim, she began pulling her glistening, stink-soaked pants down at a tantalizing pace, drawing out the reveal inch by inch. Spandex-trapped steam rose off of her immense face-crushing hindquarters as they became exposed. Her sweat-soaked panties came peeling off attached to her pants, so she bent down—giving Mai and Juri a deliciously devious view of her thick yet toned rear in its full bare glory—and pulled them off of her feet. 

Chun-Li put one hand on her slippery hip, her eyes twinkling and a faint coy smirk creeping onto her lips, taking a perverse pride in drinking in their respective reactions. 

“Old hag” this, “dumptruck” that…All bark, no bite. Yeah, I’ve still got it. My hips, my thighs, my butt? It’s not my fault nobody can handle all of my…generosity. 

Juri was practically shaking. The damn thing had a whole veneer of sweat over it, glistening pale and streaked in grotesque musky saltwater. In the evening light streaming through the windows, a steamy heat visibly escaped from between the colossal mounds of jiggling buttmeat, emanating a venomous aura that threatened to snuff out Juri’s breath before she could even get close enough to touch. 

For Mai, however, it felt like a million dollars had just fallen out of the sky and into her lap. Those luscious cheeks wobbled with each little movement. A faint, neatly-trimmed bush peeked out from beneath. Sweat streamed across the entire surface of each magnificent buttock. The mere sight of all that Chun-booty alone was, well…it was exactly what she’d been fantasizing about in the back of her mind ever since they’d met up. 

Damn, what a scrumptious package…Honestly, I’m kinda surprised she stripped nude before I did. Thought she’d be a little more “uptight”, but hey, I’m not complaining…

“Gonna give her the full dose, huh?” She asked aloud, trying not to drool over the sight of her steamy, shiny plump MILF ass. “You think she can handle it?”

Chun-Li idly rubbed her stomach in a soft, slow circular motion. Her face bore an inscrutable expression, tinted with a darkness that seemed uncharacteristic of her usual demeanor. Her stomach audibly growled a long, vicious reply before she gave a simple one-word answer. “No.”

Mai shrugged. “Alright, then.” 

The younger woman slid her shoulders out of her dress and pulled it down off of her with effortless ease, going from “tastefully covered” to “fully nude” in a matter of seconds. Her bare, plump breasts looked absolutely mouthwatering, and her entire body seemed radiant in the glow of the setting sun streaming through the window. Sweat glistened across every square inch of her perfectly lithe-yet-thick body like it was deliberately oiled up. An erotic photoshoot in a studio couldn’t dare rival the natural beauty of Mai’s sweaty nude body soaking in golden-hour rays. Chun-Li bit her lip, entirely unconsciously, as she watched. 

Mai was obviously enjoying the free-spirited sensation of nudity, with the now-very-humid air caressing her most sensitive areas. She put a hand on her cocked hip, accentuating her curves in a completely gratuitous way that could hypnotize anyone, before taking exaggeratedly bouncy steps over to Chun-Li’s side of the room. All the right parts of her were jiggling with every step, sending tiny droplets of sweat flying in all directions.

…It was hard to believe that within all that was a gut full of noxious wind, ready to unleash an eye-watering hurricane of stink.

“Let me just borrow that real quick…” Mai said in a sing-song tone of voice as she bent down and plucked Chun-Li’s panties out from her discarded pants. Her bare hips waggled side-to-side, revealing the tip of her plump, glistening pussy lips underneath her equally magnificent asscheeks. 

Chun-Li frowned. “What are you—”

“Hoooh~!” Mai turned her face away from her prize as she rose, holding up Chun-Li’s absolutely drenched full-backs with two fingers while her other hand fanned her nose. “Now that is a very special treat!” She beamed an innocent smile at Juri, but her words dripped with venomous intent. “Seasoned and richly marinated to perfection, by a world-class chef”—Mai swiftly swung her hand and gave Chun-Li a ringing spank on her plump ass for emphasis, sweat spraying everywhere as she yelped in surprise—“with generous spices, and lovingly steamed in a one-of-a-kind steamer…”

Chun-Li rubbed her slick asscheek, where she was sure there was a bright red handprint after such a harsh sound rang out from it. The last person to give her an unsolicited spank suffered multiple rib fractures mere seconds later. But she would have to give Mai a pass. She watched her, enraptured, both by her fantastic curves and her morbid performance using her dripping-wet panties as a prop.

“You sick fuck…” was all Juri could muster from a pair of lungs broiled in farts, having a good sense of what was coming. She steeled her jaw shut in preparation. She knew it would make no difference, but she refused to go down without even a little fight.

“Open wide!” Mai said, reaching forward to pinch Juri’s nose. In three seconds, her bruised lungs gave in, and her mouth flung open. Mai shoved Chun-Li’s vile butt-stained panties into her jaws, making sure they were in there deep enough to stay in place. 

Juri gagged as soon as the salt hit her tongue, and gagged again when the familiar built-up stink rushed into the back of her head. She gagged a third time, viscerally, when a particularly slick and sticky spot on the undergarment fabric hit the roof of her mouth. She was getting extremely intimate with Chun-Li’s intimates in a way that would make many men furiously envious, but for her, it felt like she had just plunged into another layer of hell. Her sinuses were saturated with the stench that had just been smashed into her skull nonstop a few minutes ago. 

After that, Juri got no more than half a breath through her strained nostrils before immediately being plunged back into a sea of raw, sweaty butt meat. One pair of meaty cheeks enveloped the lower half of her face, sealing her disgustingly “marinated” gag in place. The other pair devoured the top half, dripping raunchy saltwater onto her squeezed-shut eyes. Her nose was left in the middle, an island in the eye of the oncoming storm. 

“MNNMMFFN…!”

Both Chun-Li and Mai began gyrating their hips, applying not-so-delicate pressure to the suffocating face trapped in between. The motions forced Juri’s nose to slip back and forth in the depths of their stinking, fetid asscracks, until she began coughing and spasming uncontrollably from the collective stench of it all. With a mouthful of Chun-Li’s nasty ass aftermath, Juri evidently couldn’t bear much more. 

“MFFGKHK—KHNFFGH! Nngh…bbmMMFF!”

Despite her inscrutable and heavily muffled pleas for oxygen, the two dominant, curvy women paid them no mind. Chun-Li reached back to stabilize Juri’s head at a better angle, feeling her way across the sweat-ridden surface of her tormented and quivering face to find the perfect spot to plant her gassy hole. 

Mai let her toy with their seat-victim. Her priorities were not exactly focused on ensuring her violent farts got sent into Juri’s nostrils. Instead, she could not help but bring her hand to her bare breast, fondling it in silent admiration at the sensation of being ass-to-ass with Chun-Li with a fart-stained face in between. 

The air around them was outright damp and burdened with the density of however many street-food farts hadn’t managed to get shoved into Juri already. But this was a spotless paradise compared to what would come next. One hand still firmly gripping Juri by the hair, Chun-Li nudged Mai for a signal. 

“Ready?”

Mai giggled, her hand still shamelessly busy around her nipple. “Mmf, fuck yes.”

“On three?”

“Count us down, Chun…”

“One, two…”

A dramatic pause, as Chun-Li added a little extra emphasis on their gurgling guts loading up some monstrous flatulence. Her hand on Juri’s head felt a lot of fearful shaking, and her midsection felt a menacing heft suddenly shift in a decisive downward direction. For a few extra seconds, she savored it all: squirming Juri at her mercy, her bloated bowels building up a hellish punishment to unleash, the sweat dripping straight into Juri’s senses, the soft jiggling of Mai’s sweet ass behind her. 

“Three!”

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The instant her countdown came to its end, Chun-Li pulled the trigger and exploded out her back door with a steady bombardment of fumigating thunder. Its sound merged with the similarly aggressive mortar blast that blew from her partner’s ass a split second later. Together, their foul tailwinds became a singular unstoppable force, blowing out Juri’s eardrums and sinuses in one long steam-broiled hurricane that could melt ice caps.

“Oh, yess…”

An unsuppressed moan came out from Mai’s front end as her other end continued to batter Juri with brutal intestinal devastation. Like her ruinous farts, this moan came from somewhere deep within. Pleasure rocked her body from the entire experience. Furious gutrot billowed from her bare ass, and she could practically feel her center of gravity shift from all the gas exiting her system. At the same time, there was a palpable heatwave rushing over her round cheeks from Chun-Li’s fetid contributions as well. Whatever sweat-drenched, brain-melting fart stink wasn’t making it into Juri’s airways was now coating their glistening bare buttocks with condensation and stench. Mai couldn’t help herself. Her fingers were on autopilot. It was so fucking hot, both figuratively and literally. 

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The double onslaught of ass-blasting finally came to a stop, turning to one single lingering roar for just a few seconds at the end while the last of Chun-Li’s release finished a little later than Mai’s. A vile smog hung around their steamy rears. The room felt a few degrees warmer, despite the sun fading to twilight. 

“Ahh….”

Chun-Li gave a dainty little sigh of relief, in striking contrast to the atrocious cannonade that just tore out of her meaty backside. It was a soft little open-mouthed sound, the kind one would make after sipping a refreshing iced drink on a summer day. It did not seem like it belonged to a woman who had just baked another woman’s lungs into oblivion using the deathly wind from her guts. And terrifyingly, it seemed to indicate that this windy world warrior was barely satisfied with all that she’d dished out so far. 

All the while, her grip on Juri’s hair never loosened. For many, this would have been a dream come true: to be stuck between the beautifully thick derrieres of Mai Shiranui and Chun-Li, face smushed within their luscious cakes that could not possibly be any more perfect in form and physique, worshipping their magnificent heft and plumpness to the point of asphyxiation. Teenage boys (and yes, many girls) across the globe had long held fantasies about this exact moment, and would have made splatter marks in their pants just by getting to experience half of this double-bubble trouble. 

But none of those dreams and fantasies could have accounted for the olfactory annihilation that Juri was fully experiencing in reality. Every breath was agonizing. Worse, there was a palpable “backlog” of farts that hovered in the only air she could get, so that every gasp and pant was just as tainted as the nasal fumigation she’d been receiving when they were actively farting into her nostrils. The smell of grease and spice was coming up the back of her nose and singing her nose hairs. The sound of her head being used as an endless fart receptacle echoed into the folds of her brain. How long had it been? An hour? Two hours? How are these bitches still fucking farting??

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“MMmfrrggh!…”

Her train of thought was teetering off the rails from the serial assault on her nose. She could barely grunt in pain before another “smaller” fart shot out without warning. Refractory period be damned. Chun-Li was a farting machine. 

“Ugh, I feel so…”

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“…so bloated…”

Chun-Li’s laments and soft groans were interspersed between the cannon-blasts firing off point-blank from her devastating rear. Meanwhile, Mai was making a rather different set of sounds from both ends. 

“Mmnhff, fuck, that’s—“

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“—Ngh-aahh, so good…”

Between the near-constant quaking vibrations, Juri dimly became aware of the fact that Mai was grinding against her face with an accelerating rhythm. This was not the hostile type of grinding that Chun-Li deployed against her. Of course, to an outside observer, this was probably already obvious several minutes and one wardrobe-change ago. But Juri’s entire head had been baked and broiled in catastrophic flatulence. It took all of her remaining brain cells to form coherent thoughts while she continued to be battered with a nonstop barrage of brutal farts…

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“Nnhh…!”

…but after a while, it became impossible not to notice a slick wet sensation sliding on her forehead. This wasn’t sweat. It was clear Mai was enjoying this a little too much. 

Surprisingly, it seemed Chun-Li did not notice her partner’s gratuitous moaning and grinding between their gassy devastation. She was instead occupied with managing her own monstrous flatulence. Juri tried to protest, flailing her arms against her facesitting tormentors in some way — but she couldn’t even muster the strength to get her arms up. Her hands were quivering at the sheer impact of the vicious farts being ripped point-blank out of their bare sweaty asses. In a desperate attempt to alert Chun-Li to Mai’s shameless depravity, hoping that might at least give her some reprieve, Juri managed to weakly slap her hand against Chun’s bare thunder-thighs. The muffled pleading that accompanied such a pathetic resistance was audible to no one but herself, as her mouth was still quite full of Chun. 

“((mngh…mnnhg…))”

Chun-Li was in the middle of massaging her increasingly turbulent gut when Juri pulled her stunt. Instead of turning back and noticing anything unusual, she instead grabbed Juri’s limp wrist with lightning reflexes, effortlessly restraining it and then began guiding it towards her stomach. 

“If you’re going to flail around like that, might as well make yourself useful…” she muttered, coaxing her volatile insides with circular motions. Juri’s hand was noticeably cooler than her own, which seemed to provide a little bit of relief as she applied it to the surface of her persistently gurgling tummy. With another gesture, Chun-Li pushed a surge of her menacing gutwind down into place, and bit her lip in anticipation of an extra-hefty fart. 

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“Nnhh-haaahh!” A half-grunt, half-moan inadvertently flew out of her. Her back arched in delight, brushing her hair buns against Mai’s ponytail. 

“Mmff, that was a gooooood one,” said an out-of-breath Mai once the latest vibrations died down. “It’s amazing how much she can handle…let’s see if I can match it—“

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“—ahah, fffuck!” Mai practically sang her pleasure. Her attempt was certainly as loud and as horrendously foul, but fell short by just a few seconds. Still, it was quite a spectacular display of her gassiness. 

Chun-Li tried to regain composure after her own colossal release and the wondrous relief that accompanied it. She was supposed to be the mature one, after all. “Mai, please. This isn’t a contest.”

But Mai was eager to egg her on. She was becoming increasingly invested. Already, she was preparing to align her inner bodily focus, channeling her training and energy into the depths of her squirming intestines — a difficult task when her mind was ever so slightly on fire from the eroticism of this entire endeavor. 

“Ooh, afraid to lose, are we?”

Chun-Li scoffed. “Please. Let’s not start.”

“Don’t let the pretty face and dainty looks deceive you, Chun. I can blow some serious wind if I want to.”

“I believe you,” Chun-Li said, wincing as she could feel even more gas flushing into her ever-disquieted system. “But I also know what my guts are capable of. And trust me, you’d be in over your head.”

Both women were quite confident that they could win. Chun-Li was no stranger to spending hours reckoning with post-battle bubble guts, and she’d rendered entire locker rooms unusable purely from the residual fart stink seeping out from the adjacent bathroom she’d nuked. Meanwhile, Mai was well-trained in controlling her own body across numerous aspects, and unleashing pent-up flatulence in short yet furious bouts of devastating winds was almost second nature to her. Already, she could feel her efforts working. More gas was loading up at the very edge of her colon, ready to be unleashed en masse at a hair-trigger’s notice. Not to mention, their recent meal had clearly provided an extra heaping dose of nauseating stink in both of their heavy bowels, adding to both their egos. 

For a moment, all was silent…save for the sound of Juri beneath them still choking and groaning against a backlog of bountiful fart stench that had unceremoniously been shoved down her nostrils. Unfortunately for her, the foul intestinal pyrotechnics weren’t over yet. 

Mai leaned back, pressing much of her sweaty back against Chun-Li’s. Reaching behind her, she caressed her partner’s massive thigh with one hand. “Loser buys dinner?”

“Did you even bring a wallet? I thought you had no pockets.”

“You’re right. I don’t, and I didn’t.”

Chun-Li turned to glance over her shoulder. “Now that’s arrogance, making a deal—“

She suddenly lurched forward, clutching her stomach. The twisting of her abdomen to look back at Mai had done something. Or maybe she was just at her limits of holding back a storm that had already been in motion. She’d bombed enough locker rooms to know this sensation—though never quite so intensely. 

Mai’s hand left her thigh. “…You okay?”

Chun-Li mumbled something. She held a frozen grimace on her face for two, three seconds. Then she straightened up. 

“Okay. You’re on.”

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Mai gave a breathy chuckle at the sudden couch-rattling detonation. “Oh, damn.”

Chun-Li began making vigorous, forceful motions with her hands at her now constantly groaning abdomen. “Ugh. Your turn.”

“With pleasure.” Mai tilted her head to the ceiling, focusing her energy into delivering a single flatulent eruption that would overwhelm her competition. She adjusted her hefty buttocks on Juri’s powerless face one last time before smirking. She could feel a certain “flow” had been achieved in her gut. She pulled the trigger. 

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For several seconds, Mai’s entire bottom half shook with rotten intestinal devastation. An open-mouthed smile of self-satisfaction was perched gently on her face. It sounded deathly unnatural, like no one should ever be releasing so many gallons of gas at one time like that. Before she could even finish her gut-emptying nose-shredder, though, Chun-Li came back with another enormous thundering blast, disrupting Mai’s stream of focus. 

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“Hey—“

“Sorry!” Chun-Li had to raise her voice to be heard as she was straining to unload her own gassy retort. “I couldn’t hold it!”

Mai found that unlikely. “Hmmph. Well, if that’s how we’re playing it…”

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Within seconds, they abandoned all pretense of taking turns and simply set their sights on emptying their explosive guts of noxious, roaring ass-poison. Eventually, they each silently figured, one of them would empty out and have to forfeit. So the inhuman farts just kept pouring out of them, the couch ceaselessly shaking, sending out smaller plumes of steamy stench across their bare skin. It was almost as if they’d forgotten that there was a human head wedged between their cheeks, who was now taking the maximal punishment ever imaginable in this position, at the hellish epicenter of two terrifyingly gassy women conjuring an unstoppable bowelborne bombardment. 

Down below, Juri’s preternatural endurance was the only thing keeping her conscious, and she was praying for it to give in and stop doing that. She knew she would much rather pass out and find shelter in unconsciousness than suffer this for another second. Breathing was fucking painful now, as the only accessible air around her face was drenched in copious amounts of swamp ass and nauseating farts. It felt like she was getting steamed alive, struggling to move any amount of air through her lungs as every breath felt so thick that it was practically liquid. Their eye-watering, spice-laden farts were utterly vile and viscous, turning the air into a soup where the only discernible flavor was agony. And with the combined weight of their two fat asses smothering her into complete submission, Juri could do nothing. It wasn’t even about inhaling and exhaling anymore…she was just snorting down the brutal stench as fast as possible, because if she stopped for even a second, the devastating cascade of hellish farts would drown her like an avalanche. 

It frankly did not even matter that she had been gagged with the panties from between Chun’s buns, because the sheer force behind their farts was enough to fill her head no matter what holes were accessible. It felt like an endless freight train made of sweat and hot meaty garbage was being slammed through her nostrils. Her entire nose, mouth, throat, stomach, and lungs were getting forcibly powerwashed with intestinal ruin. 

With each passing minute, Mai could feel herself approaching a zen-like zero state. Her gas tank was steadily deflating. She was keeping an excellent pace on her own. So when Chun-Li suddenly lurched forward again and paused her gassy barrage for a few extra seconds, Mai felt confident that she was about to win. There was still just enough left in the tank for a coup de grace. 

“Doing okay back there, Chun?” She called out, wagging her hips side to side. “Need a break? It’s okay, I’ll keep your seat nice and warm!“

Through her taunting, Mai failed to pick up on the absolutely monstrous, sinister-sounding stream of gurgles that surged through Chun-Li’s midsection. It shook her body in a menacing warning of what was coming. 

Mai called out again, feeling confident. “Okay, on three, we let go of everything we’ve got! Let’s see how much you can still dish out after all that!”

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Chun-Li chose not to form words. She’d have to let her other end speak for itself. 

“One…Two…” 

Mai took a deep breath. 

“Three—“

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A tremendous, violent, and absolutely furious vibrating sensation coursed through both of their plump cheeks. Between their mountains of booty was a volcanic eruption of cataclysmic proportions, with ecological devastation to match. Literal pounds of gas slammed into Juri without mercy, drowning her in a double-barreled, sweat-brined farty assault; and of course, as no pair of lungs on earth could possibly tolerate all of that hellish gas at once, an enormous plume of superheated butt stink soared up around her head, radiating that stench into the room with secondary vigor. 

Juri was rapidly losing her grip on reality. Her gag reflex had been sent to another dimension a long time ago. Her whole body was numb. Her nose and mouth were rinsed thoroughly in steamy effluvium like an entire sea full of the world’s most unmarketable mouthwash, and she could no longer perceive anything else. It was as if her entire existence had been reduced to just her sense of smell and taste, plunged into the deepest recesses of a sweaty garbage dump, and left there to absorb all of the vile juices for an eternity. Time no longer felt real. Reality was fading. The void beckoned, and it smelled like shit. 

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Juri’s entire body went slack, signaling the final resignation of her pressure-cooked lungs. An impressive number of seconds later, Mai breathed a sigh of relief, letting the nuclear hurricane behind her dwindle in power—then realized, in absolute awe, that her partner’s ass was still rumbling away with ferocious face-melting devastation. 

Holy…fucking…hell…

She could actually feel Chun-Li’s earth-shattering nuclear blast continue to blow nightmarish winds up her back, sending an unwavering fetid gust through her ponytail with all the sheer force coming from that titanic ass. There was a moment of confusion, then inexplicable arousal, as Mai came to terms with this thick MILF’s monstrous capacity for herculean flatulence. They’d never formally set terms for this “contest”, but clearly Chun was going to win. 

“Ouwhhh…Nhhuhhh…”

Chun-Li continued her lethal rearwind assault without remorse or reprieve. Through it all, she was panting, as well as making occasional grunting or moaning noises that would have almost been sexually suggestive were it not for the astounding noise of a low-flying aircraft emanating from her sweaty ass. It choked the atmosphere relentlessly. Mai’s hand drifted south, towards her own sweat-stained nethers, as her whole body vibrated with Chun-Li’s untamed rear. 

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“Nnhhhhauuhh…!”

Juri’s body had long gone lifeless, and Mai was damn near close to finishing, by the time Chun-Li threw her head back and moaned into the aether. Her unholy demonstration of her colossal flatulent potential, and all its fermented gutrot to be poured out into the world, was finally at an end. She took two big breaths to re-center herself.  

“Ough…I didn’t think it was possible for my ass to get any more soaked than it has been all day.” Chun-Li casually remarked, as if she hadn’t just committed an unforgivable act on her nemesis and her now fart-inflated airways. 

Mai was breathing heavily, her own nose filling with the aftermath of their digestive devastation, albeit for a slightly different reason. “Ungh, holy fuck, Chun…that was insane…”

“Hm. Can’t say I didn’t warn you.”

They rose from their fetid face-throne and glanced down to admire their handiwork. Streaks of black were haphazardly slathered all over their butts and thighs, demarcating wherever their thick, sweaty bodies smeared themselves across Juri’s edgy makeup. It seemed they had bathed themselves in their own stink. Vile, humid stench continued to rise from their backsides like smog. But even that was still relatively tolerable compared to the motionless girl beneath them. 

Salty, inky, and nasty rivers of combined sweat and tears ran across Juri’s face while her eyes rolled back into her skull, unable to withstand the sheer terror of the tag-team gassing from their two foul plump backsides. Her iconic hair-horns were completely gone, torn apart by their heavy asses from all that activity, leaving messy strands clinging all over her face. A thick  haze remained hanging over her entire head, with an awful blend of dank sweat and greasy farts…and maybe some arousing pheromones from all the heated friction so close to each other’s intimates. The air itself around her body seemed to be in physics-defying disequilibrium, somehow condensing into liquid fog from the sheer density of wretched bodily stink; worse, Juri’s unconscious breaths were fully drenched in this stuff, unable to escape this torment even while K.O.’d. 

Chun-Li waved her arms around her waist, trying fruitlessly to dissipate the vitriolic storm clouds that continued to rise from Juri’s face. “Seems we outdid ourselves…”

Mai was about to respond when the older woman lurched forward yet again, and muttered something terrifying. 

“Ooouwhh…hold on, I’ve got a bit more left, I think…”

Mai’s eyes widened, incredulous that there could be any more gas left in her system after summoning such an enormous storm of thick flatulence. How? How is that even possible? How do you still have more?

“…Okay, in that case, can you maybe point that thing somewhere else? Like, a window?”

Chun-Li gave a little chuckle, despite her effortful breathing. “Mngh, better yet, why don’t I just sit back down…”

Mai blinked. Damn, you must really, really, really hate her. 

Chun-Li grabbed her desecrated panties out of Juri’s listless, drooling mouth and grimaced from its vile emanating aura. In one swift motion, she hurled it towards the far wall, where it actually stuck onto the vertical surface for a second or two before landing on the ground with a very wet schlup. Chun-Li then plopped her plump ripe steam-machine back atop the face of listless, ruined Juri. Using her hands, she forcibly worked the unconscious girl’s jaw open and tried to find a convenient position to put her weight down. 

“…If you’re emptied out, I could use an extra pair of hands, Mai.”

Mai came over to her aid, still in shock and disbelief. “I’m not sure if I want to get any closer…” She said, eyeing Chun-Li’s barenaked sweaty caboose with a newfound fear. To say that looks could be deceiving would be a horrible understatement. And to think, I’d been fighting the urge to face-plant into that curvaceous dumptruck merely an hour ago…

“Oh, don’t worry. I…I think I have that part covered. I need your hands for…something else.”

“Uh-huh?”

Chun-Li groaned again, similar to the sounds that she’d been making with increasing frequency all evening. “Mai, I think I need you to…to rub my stomach.”

Mai looked at her, then her sculpted gut, then back up to her again. “You’re serious?”

“Better than the alternative. I don’t want to walk out of here feeling like this, and you…ourgh… you don’t want to be stuck here for another hour.” She gestured to her midsection. “Hands right here. Please?”

Mai, still unstable and not quite cooled down from everything else that had just transpired, came forward in a trance-like state. Her hands wordlessly fell in place, caressing Chun-Li right where her hyperactive gas tank was most vulnerable. 

The first thing she noticed was that it was softly rumbling, like an idling engine. Somewhere under those toned abdominals was a beast, awoken and aggravated but unsure of its next move. The second thing she noticed was that it surged and swelled every handful of seconds. The remnants of Chun’s indelible power were palpable, to say the least.

“Put a little pressure on it,” Chun-Li said softly. “You don’t have to be so gentle.”

Mai realized that she had been just rubbing Chun-Li’s abs like some kind of ditzy boy-obsessed cheerleader in a horny chick-flick. She adjusted her hands to place more controlled pressure through the pads of her fingertips, pushing into the top of her six-pack, sculpted yet yielding. Just like her…

“Unff, fuck…” Chun-Li continued moaning, eyes unfocused, her lips taking on a spirit of their own. “A little deeper…Just a little…A little more…”

Mai stared back. It was unusual for her to be the one making less suggestive noises. It was even more unusual that the woman opposite her right now was the Chun-Li, a woman known for many things, none of which included anything unsavory or lewd. Even stranger was that Chun-Li actually still seemed to be somehow retaining some of that aura of elegance, despite the fact that she was panting, naked, covered in sweat, sitting on Juri’s unconscious stunk-out mouth, and surrounded by a thick smokescreen of farts that was at least half her own. Or was that just the lack of clean air getting to her?

“Okay, hoohh…Okay, now a little further down…”

Mai obeyed, sliding her hands southbound until her thumbs were around her belly button.

“Lower…”

Lower?

“...It’s okay…” Chun-Li seemed to sense her hesitation, and locked eyes with her. With their faces this close, Mai could feel her intensity, her intimacy. “I don’t mind…you can take your hands lower…”

Mai thought for a moment before flipping her hands downward, fingers now pointing towards Chun’s musky rosebud. The ends of her fingers brushed the top edge of her neatly trimmed bush as she plunged her fingers in deeper, pressing against the beast in her belly, coaxing it into freedom.

“Ggnuhhhhh…” Chun-Li’s head bowed, forehead brushing against Mai’s nose, her gaze inadvertently falling to the kunoichi’s bare breasts. 

“My eyes are up here,” Mai whispered with a smile. She’d said it so many times before. But this felt different.

Her hands hit a tight spot in Chun’s colon. Something inside pushed back.

“Oouhh!…” Chun-Li looked up again, partly from the sensation and partly from Mai’s gentle, teasing remark. “Yeah…right there…”

Mai looked into her eyes with an inexplicable warmth. Their lips were an inch apart. She could feel Chun-Li’s heavy breathing quickening, keeping pace with her own.

Right when she was about to act out on some carnal impulse, Mai felt her hands rattle in unison as Chun-Li’s entire core seemed to shake. The still-gassy warrior winced, clearly having some sort of reckoning with her rowdy insides. Suddenly, she reached up, her hands gripping either side of Mai’s shoulders.

“Unnff!”

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Mai couldn’t look away. Their eyes melded in harmony as the rich, thick, bass-heavy gas began blasting out of her and pummeling the back of Juri’s throat. Chun-Li’s gaze went slack, her body rocked by relief and pleasure; her hands moved to cradle the back of Mai’s neck, tugging their faces even closer. 

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The thunderous torrent of sweat-stained tailwind was blustering at a steady rate and volume, encouraged by Mai’s hands that continued to make slow, sweeping massaging motions. Chun-Li broke eye contact first, destabilized by the sudden drastic change in gut pressure, and Mai let her head fall onto her bare shoulder. She could feel Chun’s heavy breathing now on the side of her neck. The world-famous fighter was taking in her sweaty pheromones, while her own bowels were suffocating the room with a very different aroma.

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Her hands were drifting lower. Slipping on the sweaty surface of Chun’s rumbling stomach…or perhaps, something more unconscious. Every breath was more saturated with that foul, sweaty, musky, delectable stink…

“Unhhhhhh…”

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“Haahhh…Hahhhhh…”

The room finally stopped shaking. Mai held her hands in place, ears ringing, unsure if the storm was really over. Chun-Li’s full body slumped forward, panting, finally emptied out, nearly collapsing into Mai’s arms. 

“Hahnnhhhhh…”

They sat in silence for a moment. The whole room felt ten times heavier than it did a minute ago. 

Mai gingerly brought her hands back—covered in sweaty juices—and guided Chun-Li’s head back to reality. Chun-Li was still panting heavily. Mai cradled her chin with one hand and raised it upward, locking eyes one more time.

“Nice work.” She smiled.

Chun-Li gave a weak smile in return. “I think…I think I win that one.”



After several minutes of regaining their spent breath and sweltering in their own stink (well, mostly Chun-Li’s, by the end), Mai and Chun-Li composed themselves as best as they could and helped each other to their feet. They collected their oversaturated clothes and, with some struggle, put them back on their ripe, reeking, sweaty, steamy bodies—well, minus one article of clothing.

“I don’t suppose you want those panties back?” Mai teased.

Chun-Li rolled her eyes. “Honestly, in this heat, I never should have worn them in the first place.”

“Oh, no. I’m very glad you wore panties under your tight leggings today. Collecting all that delicious sweat down there? I think you really made her regret making us run all over the city today.”

Chun-Li had the audacity to blush, though it was hard to tell through the fart-hazy air and her already warm face. “Oh, stop. You’re being nasty.”

Mai laughed at such an understatement after all they’d been through, to which Chun-Li joined in a few seconds later, deciding it was too late to do anything but laugh at herself now.

“So what happens now? Call HQ?”

Chun-Li tilted her head in consideration. “I don’t think they’d want to pick her up in this state anytime soon. And I’m not keen on explaining why she smells like that.” 

Mai laughed. “True, but a few hours isn’t going to pull that stink off of her…or out of her. I’m not sure anything will.”

“...You’re right. Either way, let’s go find some restraints. No rush—she’s not going anywhere.”

“No rush,” Mai nodded in agreement. “Besides…I could go for some dinner soon.”

Chun-Li raised an eyebrow. “So have you found your wallet?”

They shared another laugh.