This choice: She was relieved, she needed to fart as well. • Go Back...Chapter #8She was relieved, she needed to fart as well. by: arsonist  Rangiku, startled by a sound that could've been a foghorn, turned around and was hit by a wall of stink. She gagged, and doubled over.
Orihime's face was on fire, "Oh, Rangiku-san, I'm so sorry...I-I just couldn't hold it in anymore and, I just had to let it out, oh I'm sorry herewouldyouliketositdo--"
Orihime was cut off by...laughing? Rangiku stood up and wiped tears from her eyes.
"Hime, I haven't heard anyone pass gas like that since Yoruichi lived in Soul Society. It's nothing to be ashamed of, everyone does it!" Rangiku's voice was warm and motherly.
"B-but," Orihime protested, "It was so loud and unladylike! And the smell...I've never been around another girl who farts like I do except Tatsuki-chan! And mine are worse!" Rangiku rolled her eyes exaggeratedly.
"Oh, please. Most of the girls you hang around with are prudes, anyway! And..." She leaned forward conspiratorially, "After I have a few drinks I have so much gas that Hitsugaya-kun kicks me out sometimes." Orihime gaped.
"No way!"
"Yup."
"...Rangiku-san, are you just saying that to make me feel better." Rangiku chuckled.
"Looks like you need some convincing~" Rangiku swung her wide rear end to face Orihime, who looked something like a deer caught in headlights.
"R-rangiku-san! That is not necessary!" Her only response was a giggle.
"5! 4! 3! 2! 1! Fiiiiiiirreeeeee~"
BRRABLblabbLBLBlblbffrartt! PrrrOOUooOT
Rangiku's revealing robe fluttered as an extremely bubbly ripper passed from her plump behind, followed by a trumpeting toot. A smell of mayonnaise left in the sun pervaded the room. "Whooooo~" breathed Rangiku as Orihime staggered back, fanning the air.
"Well, Hime-chan? Do you see now that your farts can be matched~?" Orihime was about to answer, but her stomach gurgled loudly.
'Oh, no', thought Orihime.
'Oh, YES,' thought Rangiku. She gave Orihime a deceptively sweet smile.
"Hime-chan? Do you need to fart?" Orihime shook her head frantically.
"N-no! I, um...If you'll excuse me IthinkIneedtogotothebathroom--" She made a mad dash, clutching her bubble bottom together with her hands.
"Oh no you don't!" Rangiku dashed for Orihime, her first step punctuated by another loud fart.
PUUuuuuuUUUrrrT
Rangiku tackled Orihime to the ground, which made Hime's butt muscles lose a bit of control...right in Rangiku's face.
PFffFFffT-PURT-BrRRrrbBLblblBlbbllllBbbbbbbroompt
Orihime's gassy ass blew a loud, short quack followed by a bubbling explosion that positively rippled her ass cheeks and blew Rangiku's hair back. She took a deep sniff of Orihime's gas.
"Mmmmmm~ smells eggy!" She observed Orihime's still gurgling stomach.
"Ooooh, Hime, you need to let that out or you'll get a stomach ache..." Orihime shrieked in embarrassment as Rangiku plunged her face into her plump cheeks and her arms snaked around Orihime's waist to press on her stomach. Orihime moaned in pleasure.
'I can't...hold it in!'
BRRRRRUUUUUUUUMPT-PrPrrrprrprprrprprprpppooooot
PbBBBlblbbPssPARPt...frt!
Orihime's windy blasts shot straight up Rangiku's nose. She moaned and started kneading Orihime's ass, forcing more farts out.
PRrRRRRPT-FRRRRRRRRRT!
BRRARFFFFT! POOOOOOOOOT
Phhhhhsssssssssssss....
The apartment now smelled of the combined flatulence of both women. Rangiku looked up blearily from Orihime's steaming butt and said,
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