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Aina: A Bowl of Cherries PHHHAAAAAAABBBBLLLLLRRRRRRRRAAAAAATTTTTT!!!
You just know something terrible’s happened when the first thing you hear entering your girlfriend’s apartment is the sound of her blasting out gratuitous amounts of flatulence from her backside. Well at least I’m pretty sure I had nothing to do with this, but this did beg the question as to what was in fact troubling Aina’s poor intestines.
“Hello?” I called out, closing the door behind me. PRRRRRRRAAAAAAATTTT!! “Hey Freeman…” I heard the sounds of engines revving as a car tries to drive out of mud and a moaning ghost from the open door of Aina’s bedroom. This was both troublesome and strangely arousing, making me think I’ve got some kind of schadenfreude boner for Aina’s pained flatulence. Which makes me think about what kind of sick bastard I- FFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT!! Right! Better go check on her!
“You doing alright?” I ask as I approach the open bedroom door, expecting to catch a whiff of something fouler than anything I’d ever smelled before. “Can you bring me some cherries in the kitchen there?” Cherries? “Yeah, sure.”
I depart from the door hesitantly and head into the kitchen, looking around for the cherries. Sure enough, right on the counter is a half-bowl of cherries just sitting there. I look at them curiously as another rumble comes the jungle a few feet away. At least, given the light it could’ve looked atmospheric enough for a jungle. Maybe I should back up a bit, seeing as I know where these cherries came from. It was just the previous day when I had come over to Aina’s apartment in the morning… ——— “Come on, Freeman! We don’t want to miss the train!” “You were the one who wanted to figure out what dress to wear.” “It’s a nice day, I wanted to pick a good summery dress for it!” “In the middle of fall?” “Oh, details~”
Aina and I were running across the station to catch the metro train just as it was preparing to leave, jumping onboard at the last second just as the doors closed. We caught our breath as the train lurched and began its trek down the line. The plan for today was a day trip over to a farmer’s market in a town about an hour away by train, something Aina had wanted to take out of sheer curiosity. Not to mention it was probably the most direct and least confusing way to go, and as the recently designated driver for the two of us on occasions of going out, I was appreciative to try something new. Now I’d heard about this farmer’s market whilst cleaning one of the classrooms at the school I work at, actually; it was this cute girl with glasses and short brown hair that likes to talk to me for whatever reason that had recommended it in the first place. Nice kid, does pretty well from what she tells me of her grades and stuff, wants to be an astrologist or something. Anyway, I introduced the concept to Aina a few days ago, and she was so enthusiastic on the idea of, as she put it, “returning to her homeland,” even though this town had nothing to do with where she grew up. “You best wisen up on yer talk, son,” she said at the time, tipping an imaginary hat of sorts at me, “cause yer bout ta get a lesson in country!” After that, she’d been dying in anticipation for the day to come sooner - a weekend, naturally, since I was usually busy during the week - and sure enough here we were aboard the metro riding out towards the edge of some town to venture forth into the square of said town and sample the local vegetation. Among other things, of course.
It was about an hour before we finally got to the town square, and it was…well, certainly a square. No joke, the center of town was just like looking at any normal intersection. Except for the roads being paved with dirt and the whole town lacking that modern touch and filled with more of that old-timey 1930s Dust Bowl feel. I suppose a good word was “old-fashioned,” but I also got a “homy” feel from it all too. “Come on, Freeman!” Aina said, pulling me along one of the streets. “I think I can see the market from here!” Walking down the street, I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d stepped into an old Western movie. I felt strangely out of place with just some baggy sweatpants and a T-shirt, especially next to Aina whose flourishing dress was far more accommodating to the time period. It’s like she had a sixth sense about this place in the morning and wanted to make sure she fit in; needless to say, she pulled it off far better than I could afford to. We must’ve looked like a curious couple walking down that street, but luckily we weren’t the only visitors from out of town there. While most of the folk appeared dressed ready for a rodeo, there were a few in clean business suits and casual shirt-and-jeans combos that roamed the streets, exploring the various parts of the town. I was tempted to take a look into some of the stores myself, but we had a day-plan of sorts, so I made a mental note to come back with Aina at some point to explore the town properly. We finally arrived at the main market, and whereas the town was quiet and peaceful, this marketplace was packed with people rustling and bustling. There were people grabbing at things, weighing things, yelling at things, poking at things, yelling at things that were poking them, poking at things that were yelling at them, and so on and so forth. It was certainly a crowded mess of a place to be…no wonder I felt at home. “Ooh, ooh, let’s go to that stall!” Aina said, heading off towards one of the stands. “Wait up!”
From that moment for the next hour or so, it was nothing but me in pursuit of Aina as she ran rampant through the marketplace, looking at all sorts of vegetables, fruits, meats, cheeses, quilts, clothes, hats, piglets, children - I’m not kidding, there was a guy trying to sell off his children - pretty much anything you could find in a supermarket in the mall was here! It was amazing, and Aina had prepared herself to try and grab as much as she could. “I’m thinking I’ll make a stew out of this!” she kept saying enthusiastically. “Just imagine these carrots and potatoes with this beef and barley~” I’ll admit, it sounded delightful. In fact, she was inviting me in the next day to try out this stew that she would be cooking up, the most delicious perfect homemade- “AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” I spun around to look towards Aina, a yelp of crying pain and distress ringing from her chords as she turned and pointed towards- “THEY HAVE CHERRIES!!” …okay, maybe less, “yelp of crying pain and distress,” and more of, “squeal of sheer sugary delight.” That’s a more accurate way of putting it. I’ll admit though, there are few things in this world that could make her squeal in such a manner and even fewer things that could compel her to hand over all the groceries she had bought to me her faithful manservant-I mean, boyfriend, and rush over towards the subject of squealing. “Oh my god I haven’t had cherries in years!” Aina exclaimed, pure giddiness echoing in her voice. “I didn’t think they grew anywhere in the state!” “Only the freshest cherries could grow in this state! We’re dang proud of ours!” the saleswoman bolstered boisterously, her bosom bouncing beautifully-I mean, bubbling blissfully-I mean…she had a nice rack. “In fact, we’re so proud, you can only get these here cherries right here at this here stand!” “How much.” Oddly not a question, almost more like a demand, and for the hungry puppy-eyed look Aina was giving, I could only assume she wanted them badly. “Ten for a basket, eight for a bowl, twelve for two bowls, and fifteen for double baskets!” CH-CHING!! And with that, Aina began skipping along, a smile of pure delight on her face, a basket of cherries under each arm. ——— At least that’s how it was yesterday. Today though, the baskets remained on the table, completely emptied save for this small bowl filled to the brim with little red delights. I’ll admit though, those were some damn good cherries. PPPPBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT!! Although it’s hard to say if Aina could enjoy even this small bowl at the moment. From the sound of it, something had gotten to her real bad, so I picked up the bowl and headed over towards her bedroom where the brassiest of brass players dare not tread.
Opening the door, several of my senses kicked in. First off, it was a little darker than the rest of her apartment, but her room still had that wonderfully green-tinged glow to it, a darker forest green of sorts. There was even a streak of orange coming across from the window, cuing the setting sun that had begun to descend as I approached the complex once again. And there in the streak of light from the window laying upon the bed was none other than a smiling…PJ-clad Aina. I’ll admit that I’ve not seen Aina in pajamas before, but then again we’ve not slept together by this point. To say that Aina looked ludicrously comfy would almost be an understatement; she was clothed in these fluffy pink top and bottom - I’ll admit, I would’ve thought they’d be green, but to her credit there were several green spots around on those jammies. The bottoms were more like shorts that simply covered up her lovely bum, which was practically in full view as Aina was posed lying against her pillow, her legs spread and her knees pointing upwards. As erotic a pose as that could be - never mind the peculiar spot the sunlight illuminated through the room - there were other things to take note of such as the small plump stomach that made me think of a third butt cheek. Strewn about the rooms ere the small piles of clothes that lay across the floor into divided neat mounds, sorted out based on clothing type - there a pile of shirts, there a pile of bras, there a pile of jeans, and there a…
PPPPPPBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!! “Did you bring the cherries?” You know it’s at this point in the story where I would note such things as the tones of the release of gaseousness or the repugnance and grotesqueness of the smell based on some kind of diaper shit dumpster curry mix in a landfill…but this was different. The tones remained as baritone as ever, brunting the force of a rippling gust of power that smelled of… …cherries. And here I held the very culprit in my hands. And there Aina sat with a content smile on her face. And here I was embracing this strange scent. Never would I have thought that Aina could have emitted a level of gas that was both powerful and yet swoon-worthy. It’s hard to describe as always what the smell was, but there was a certain allure to it that had not been in previous scents. “Don’t tell me…the cherries…” Aina smiled coyly. “Cherries used to be a real big treat for me,” she said, “especially cause everything - even the farts - would be amazing.” I had to wonder about the curious biology that could cause someone to have such gastric prowess with omelettes, chicken parmesan, sushi, and then…cherries. Seems a little out of place, now that you think about it, huh? Don’t worry, I’m just as confused as you are, but the truth was stranger than the fiction as Aina lifted up a leg and grunted- PPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!
…welp, I wasn’t about to let Aina rip an eighteen-second fart in front of me and get away with it. I lunged forward onto the bed and laid down next to the great beauty, bearing forth the bowl of cherries with a single hand. Aina smiled and grabbed for a single cherry, taking it and playing around with it with her tongue before suckling it and then biting into it, pulling out the pit and reaching for a new one to feed over to me. I bit into it and laid my head against the soft furry shirt on her bloated belly, curling up around her and wrapping my arms around her, prompting her to unleash another- BBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHPApsssssssssssshhhhhhhhh… As wet and gusty as that fart began, so too did it become silent and wispy, all the while the scent of sweet succulence drifting around us. We breathed it in enjoying the musk of it all as though it were a fine wine, swirling it around in the air before taking the whiff that would seal the deal for us. A little gurgle bubbled in Aina’s gut, though next to my ear it was very loud. I couldn’t help but think of it as a gas baby that Aina was preparing to give birth to. “Sounds like those cherries are going to work in there,” I noted. Aina just simply smiled. “Just wait, you’ll see what they can really do.” “That sounds like a challenge,” I grinned. “Help me finish this bowl off…” she leaned in and kissed my cheek. “…and we’ll make some fireworks tonight.” …she didn’t mean it like that. Regardless, I grabbed for the bowl and began feeding her cherry after cherry. Admittedly, my lust for what was to come was prompting me to feed her them in the first place, but when you’ve got a gassy girl willing to gas herself up, and at the end of it all the gas smells so phenomenally stimulating to the senses that anyone who ever considered themselves to not have a fart fetish would change their mind in an instant? Yeah, I wasn’t about to pass that up! And in no more than two minutes, that bowl was empty save for pits and stems, and Aina and I were huddled on the bed together, our arms wrapped around each other as waited for the show to begin. We could hear the gurgles and rumbles as though her stomach were tuning up for the main event, preparing for the inevitable glory to arise. Never had I been so excited prior to a fart that I felt aroused before I could begin to smell it, even with the fainting scent of those cherries basking in the air. I feel at this point I should explain the effects of Aina’s farts at the time, as with any of her other farts I’d never experienced this type of feeling. It was a strange mixture of glee, arousal, and desire that would come about from inhaling these farts, a sort of euphoric high that tempted one’s senses and dazzled one’s mind. I recall in particular thinking of 2+2=4 as a particularly strange conundrum, delving instantaneously over what makes 2 and 2 together equivalent to 4 and how those concepts could be defined in such a way that they would make sense to begin with. Who came up with these ideas? Who thought that “2” should be “2” and that 2 “2”s would make a 4? One might say these kind of thoughts could come about from smoking weed, and given the scent in the air… …nahhhhhhh, this was better than any drug I could imagine.
“You ever wonder if the Chinese zodiac was invented by just whatever the first twelve animals that came to mind were?” Clearly I wasn’t the only one affected by the scents…although now that Aina had mentioned it, I wasn’t really sure. “I think there was a sort of story that came up about the time that explains all of that.” “Yeah?” “Something about a race, and the thirteenth animal had to wait until next year to give it a whirl.” Couldn’t imagine there was a thirteenth animal for the zodiac. “Isn’t that the name of some guy in some movie?” Yeah. Bryce Lee from the Tracker Jean series or something. I kinda like raspberries myself, they’re just little bits of red all dazzling up in themselves. They feel like a go home and get yourself together kind of fruit before you go on a night on the town. “How does a town get a night to sit on it?” And then how does a city sleep exactly? Technically there aren’t any living cities are there I guess we’ll never really know about those but sometimes you’ve gotta wonder about that You ever manage to get a hold of those icicle charms that you were looking for I don’t recall if we ever visited that store I think if we put our minds to it we can figure out what’s going on in this crazy world of black and white and yellow *BANG* and boom goes the dynamite. …wait, I think I lost my train of thought. “Aina what’re you doing?” I think I had been in a daze of sorts for a few minutes, as I don’t rightly recall what was happening until I registered that Aina had straddled me and leaned her head onto my chest, not unlike this one time in the park when we were first dating…why does that send red flags? “I dunnooooo,” she said playfully patting my shoulder. “What’re you doing?” “I dunnooooo,” I replied. Honestly, I didn’t know what was going on anymore. “Hey, you wanna see something cool?” “Sure, I love surprises.” “I’ve been saving this one up just for you~” “Well isn’t that swee-“
And yes. Yes it was.
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For the next few minutes, I couldn’t think of much. I think I had felt the touch of fuzz rubbing around my fingertips - or was I rubbing the fuzz? - as a vibrating sensation buzzed around, a constant bubbling hum permeating through my ears as Aina purred as she laid her head down on my chest, closing her eyes as I began to breathe the renewed fumes bursting outwards. -AAAAAAAAGGGGGRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLBBBBBBBBRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTFFFFFFFFFFL LLLLRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBB- Actually, it was a curious thing. I kinda felt like, along with the freshened scent of cherries in the air, there was a certain humidity floating around. I wonder if that had anything to do with that gurgling beast that was roaring at the moment…kinda wonder where he was? -BBBBBBBBRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLGGGGGRABBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRR AGLLLLLLALAAAAAAAAAA- And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack. And you may find yourself in another part of the world. And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile. And you may find yourself in a beautiful house. With a beautiful wife! And you may ask yourself…well…how did I get here? -AAAAGLLLLLLRRRRAAAAABBBBBAAAAAATTTTTTssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBB BBBLLLLRRRRAAAAAAAAAA- …you ever get that feeling like you’ve forgotten something? I can’t help but feel like there’s something going on that I’m missing here…wait, since when did Aina become a cat? -AAAAAAAGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAACKPssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBLLLLLBBBRRRBLL BRRAAAAAAAACKLACKABBRTTTTT!! “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh,” Aina sighed as that last great burst tapered off. She curled up on top of me, her stomach back to being slim against her. All about the room, the scent of cherries swirled around us in the strangest of ways; perhaps it’s because we knew the source to be so unexpected, or perhaps it’s because of whatever was in the scent. In a way, the air was foul and yet tantalizingly sweet, I could’ve been happy sitting here forever with her breathing it all in. We each took deep breaths of this addicting fruitiness and sighed, falling asleep without a care in the world. ——— BBBBBRRRRTTTT!
I awoke to the sound of a flatulating Aina, still curled up on top of me. The scent of cherries was just as prominent as it had been before we drifted off, clearly hinting that some butt-y was working overtime while we were asleep. I gotta say though, the dream I had while all this air had been flowing around was unreal, but then again I think of dreams where I’m riding a winged robot tiger across the rings of Saturn to the theme of comets streaking across the sky against the xylophones of the universe twinkling across the-yeah, I just realized this was a weird dream. Aina nuzzled against me as she began to wake up, moaning a little as her eyes drifted open sleepily. “What time is it?” she asked. I looked over at the clock on the nightstand: “11:23.” “AM or PM?” I looked over to the window where the curtains were still drawn back. “Definitely PM, it’s night outside.” She groaned a little. “I wanted to make that stew…” I chuckled, tucking away one of her bangs. “Well, we’ve got when you wake up tomorrow.” “Yeahhhhh, that’s true…” Pprrtt-pprrrrttt-pppprrrrrrrrttttttt… Her butt continued to drift off with wisps of cherry-fueled gaseousness. Considering the five or six hours of sleep we must have napped on, I can only imagine how much had been flowing out of her bum to keep the air freshened with the scent that had so dazzled and intoxicated our senses. She reached back and felt along the back of her pajamas, probably checking for- “Yyyyyyyep. That happened.” “I figured as much.” Aina whapped me on the shoulder and got up from the bed. “I’m gonna swap panties real quick,” she said as she hobbled - I’d say walked were it not for the wobble in her step - over to the bathroom. “You should probably spend the night after all of that.” “It’s not that late,” I called back as I stood up, “I should be alright to-" WHUMP!! The moment I tried to get onto my feet, the craziest pink haze blazed in my sight, my head began to spin, and I found myself landing right into a pile of……panties. “I shoulda warned you, those cherry farts tend to be a doozy.” Now she tells me. Course now I was buried up to my nose in panties, and as much as I wanted to try and get back up onto the bed, they were an extremely comfortable pile of panties. Hopefully Aina won’t think me weird for this. Then again, we’re very used to these kinds of shenanigans happening to us. It didn’t take her long as I could tell the moment a frilly green pair of panties landed atop my face, completely damp as though it had just gotten out of a washer…though now that I think about it, there was a heavy scent of cherries upon it. And just like that, I can’t remember what’s happening. “Come on, you can hang in my bed tonight.” Come again? “Here, I’ll help you up.” I can’t really stand, I mean-whoops! “Hahahahaha, oh my God, Freeman, you’re so wasted!” Right, like this was fun for you the first time, hahahahahaha! I think I remember lying down on the bed at this point, with Aina tucking me in beneath the sheets before crawling over me, a fresh whiff of cherries breezing over me as her butt wiggled by me. She crawled under the sheets and resumed cuddling up to me, as I stared up at the popcorn ceiling and imagined all the strange things that had happened. “We’ve gotta go back to that market sometime.” “I couldn’t agree more.” Aina smiled and brought the sheets over my head before huddling up ever closer, a leg passing over me.
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