Friendly Competition
by Reece's Pieces

Off in the courtyard of a shady apartment complex, close to midnight, a wild all girl’s party was raging. Music could be heard from blocks down, and the lights on display were eagerly dancing across the skyline. It was at this party that an otherwise unassuming, thuggish looking girl was waiting, drink in hand.

“So Leah, you enjoying the party?”

Leah looked up. It was her friend, Kylie. She nodded, then  took a moment to survey her surroundings. The music was pumping, drinks were pouring, and the girls were mingling. It was a pretty solid party. But most importantly, though, she had a hearty spread of various appetizers and a steady supply of drinks, meaning that it was about to go from a good party to a great one, with the addition of her favorite game.

“Well, Kylie,” Leah said, taking another sip of her beer, “I think this party is missing a little something, wouldn’t you say?”

Kylie frowned, “Leah, you’re not gonna-”

She was cut off by her friend lifting a hip towards her and billowing out a quick, airy fart that hit her directly in the face. Kylie had to take a second to fan the acrid stench away from her face and suppress her gag reflex, and by the time she had steadied herself, Leah was already worming her way into the main dance floor. It was too late to stop her, all she could do was sit back and watch the carnage.

“Alright sluts!” Leah shouted, “Who’s ready for a fucking fart?”

A few of the girls who were more familiar with how Leah partied, cheered in excitement, while a few others who were completely unprepared for it stared in shock. Leah, in front of all of them, cocked her leg up and let out a trumpeting fart. A few girls nearby her recoiled in disgust, but most of them cheered as Leah wafted her own personal perfume up to her nose, taking a deep drink of the scent.

“Aw fuck!” She said, “They’re putrid today! Who’s gonna step up? You sluts know the rules. Anyone who can out fart me gets whatever they want. Losers buy me another drink!”

A girl stepped out of the crowd, a thick-thighed beauty with dark hair rolling over her shoulders. She tossed a red solo cup to the ground and spat on it,

“You fuckin’ know it, Leah!”

The girl spun around and shoved her jean clad ass into Leah’s crotch, pushing out a piping hot burst of gas that Leah could feel through the fabric of her pants. She gasped at the intense feeling on her groin, but she managed to control herself and stay standing.
“Not bad,” she said with a smirk, before forcing the girl down to her knees, “But try this!”

She returned fire, straight into the other girl’s face. A sloppy, sputtering beer fart that made the girl below her regret her earlier confidence. The horrendous aroma completely permeated the poor girl's lungs, denying her precious oxygen and sending her into spasms. Leah watched in smug satisfaction as the girl was sent sprawling, coughing and gagging on the putrid expulsion. Her defeated opponent crawled away into the jeering crowd while Leah laughed,

“And don’t forget my beer! Who’s next? How about you, twat?”

Leah pointed out a smaller, mousey-looking girl in the crowd. The girl immediately shook her head, but Leah grabbed her by the hand and pulled her over.

Leah said, “C’mon small fry, I’ll even let you have the first rip!”

“O-okay…” The smaller girl said.

She balled up her fists, squeezing as hard as she could, until finally she let fly! In a terribly disappointing display, a small squirting fart that was probably wetter than the poor dork had planned for. But Leah was sporting. She wafted the smell up to her nose, took a deep inhale and sighed

“Mm, nasty!” Leah said, “But I can beat it.”

“O-oh no!” The other girl immediately got nervous, “You don’t have to--”

She cut herself off. A horrific mist of silent flatus had wafted up to her without Leah so much as changing her expression. The potent reek overwhelmed the smaller girl near instantly, like a gas leak killing a canary. Her face turned green and her eyes watered. The girl ran off, presumably to go puke, while Leah laughed her head off.

“That’s two down! I can go all night, ladies!”

Leah wasn’t joking. She really could keep this up for a while, given two things: One, she had a vicious (but secret), fart fetish that she disguised with nasty little games like this. And two, that she was a total lesbian, and so getting girl asses rubbed up into her face was nothing short of bliss for the nasty chick. Plus, she got all the drinks she could want out of it, so who was she to complain?

“Excuse me?” A voice in the crowd piped up, “I’d like a shot.”

Leah looked to the sound, eyeing up her next target. Who she saw was far from what she was expecting. A frail looking girl, blonde and done up in a tight little dress that almost looked like it should’ve belonged on a middle schooler. She stepped forward with a defiant stride that even Leah had to appreciate.

“Alright dolly,” Leah said, “What’s your name?”

“Melody,” She said, turning on her heels and flipping up her skirt, “Go ahead, get down there so I can blast ya.”

Leah couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She shook her head, then lowered it down to Melody’s pert little butt. She almost bust out laughing when she saw that Melody was wearing cute little patterned panties, but she suppressed it and pressed her face up against Melody’s soft ass.

“Okay sweetheart, whenever y--”

Leah wished she hadn’t had her mouth open right there, because the fart that Melody let out blew away every other raunchy rip Leah had ever put out. The fart hit her clean in the face with gale force, blowing her hair back and pushing straight down her throat. The heat and moisture of it was like Leah had just stuck her head in an oven, and the stench was beyond description. Some kind of hellish mix of sulfur and rotten dairy, with thick protein accents. Leah had never experienced anything like it.

The fart ripped out for nearly ten seconds, and when it was over there was a thick brown stain right on Melody’s little panties. Leah had to take a moment to feel her face. Did she still have any hair left? Did she still have a face?

In a subconscious sign of submission, Leah’s ass let out a tiny, squeaking poot. She blushed.

“Well,” Melody giggled, “I think that means I won. Now what did you say winners got? Oh yeah, that’s right. Anything they wanted. And I want you. Right now.”

Leah was still dumbstruck as Melody took her hand. There were certainly worse things that Melody could’ve proposed as her reward. After all, Melody was a particularly pretty girl, and she had some of the best farts that Leah had ever smelled. Maybe Leah had gotten off easy.

Or maybe not.

……………….

Melody said, poised doggy style on Leah’s bed. She looked her over at Leah, wiggling her panty clad ass at her. Leah reached out to grab the waist of them, but Melody slapped her hand away and shook her head,

“No no, with your teeth.”

Leah shuddered in excitement. This girl was even kinkier than she had expected! She leaned down, taking a quick sniff of Melody’s ass before biting down on the waistband and yanking them past Melody’s pert asscheeks. As she passed the midway point, Melody let out another playful fart right in Leah’s face, which she obediently sniffed. Leah was loving all the stenches that Melody was putting out, not just the gasses, but the smell of her ass sweat and the strikingly sharp aroma of her eager crotch. She pulled down to Melody’s knees and Melody spread her thighs apart to give Leah a nice, long look at her…

“Balls?!”

Leah jumped back in shock, but Melody was faster than her. She grabbed the back of Leah’s head and forced it down into her ass crack, ripping a putrid fart straight into Leah’s horrified face. She struggled as hard as she could, but the rotten aroma sapped her strength.

“SurpriseI’ve got balls?” Melody said, turning over and gripping Leah’s hair, “ I’ve got a cock too.”

Leah weakly opened her eyes, staring straight into Melody’s crotch. It was true, Melody had a fat prick, as thick as a bottleneck and twice as long. Leah gasped at the sight, but that was a poor move on her part. Melody forced Leah’s head down, hilting that cock deep in her throat. Leah gagged and choked, trying in vain to pull up off of the hot rod that was so brutishly forced down her throat. Her efforts were rewarded with nothing but another fart.

Melody spoke down to her, “What’s wrong? You said I could get anything I wanted if I won. I want a blowjob.”

She kept bouncing her hips, her fat balls smacking Leah in the chin. Not to be left out, her ass kept spewing out rotten clouds of gas with every hump of her hips, giving Leah something to burn her nostrils. Melody started to get hot and heavy, pulling open her blouse and grabbing one of her tits to fondle while she facefucked Leah.

“You’re mad because you’re a dyke forced to choke on cock, aren’t you? What’s the issue? You see these tits? I’m more woman than you, I just happen to have a womanly cock to go with it.”

Tears were streaming down Leah’s face. She’d never been more humiliated in all her life. First she had gotten blown out in her famous fart contest by this new chick, then that chick turned out to have a dick? It was too much for her to handle. She started to sob.

Melody scoffed, “What now? God, shut up. You’re clearly turned on by my farts, so focus on that instead of my thick dick tickling your tonsils. You can do that right? Go ahead.”

Melody farted again, this time deliberately stopping her facefucking to let the fumes waft up to Leah’s face. The girl sniffed the fumes and shuddered. Despite herself, she felt her loins starting to burn with arousal once again. Melody resumed her facefucking, keeping the gas flowing, and Leah obediently sniffed and relaxed her throat.

“That’s it, that’s it slut. Get ready, I can feel it coming.”

Melody pulled her cock out of Leah’s beaten mouth, Leah coughing up wads of spittle and precum with her first clear breaths. Melody aimed her throbbing cockhead at Leah and splattered ropes of her pungent she-jizz all over the defeated girl. And, to top it off, she let fly another rotten fart, straight into Leah’s gasping mouth. Leah, completely devastated by this suffering, collapsed in Melody’s lap.

Leah, still gasping for breath, whispered into Melody’s cock

“I, I love you?”

Melody giggled, “Oh you might. But I’m going to have a lot of fun making sure you hate me.