"Ursa!" Catching the Siberian amazon's eye, Min beamed. "Damn, girl, you look great!"

"Oh, spasiba." Looking down at her pink frilly sun dress, Ursa blushed. "Is nothing, really."

"Doesn't look like nothing." Easily brushing past a half-dozen other, smaller partygoers, the Chinese junior stepped up to her similarly-bulky neighbor and grinned. "Then again, I guess I've never seen you not wearing workout gear."

"Heh," chuckled Ursa, blushing redder than ever. "Maybe is true. You, also, looking nice. Like Juno girl."

"What, this?" Min scoffed, brushing a stray hair off her tight green crop top. Between this, her acid-washed black jeans and black boots, and the black leather choker around her neck, she did indeed look the part of a Goth House goth. "Thanks. Figured it'd be better than yoga pants. Anyway... you wanna grab a drink?"

"Da," said Ursa, already more than a little stressed out by how many people were here. "We go?"

The bar on the other side of the room was packed with eager guests—but the 6'8" sophomore and 6'7" junior had no trouble parting the sea and getting served right away. As the two biggest girls on campus, they were used to having the world move around them—and most people in line seemed to accept that. All except for one.

"This is bullshit," scoffed a scrawny male freshman behind them, eyeing the two amazons and nudging his friends. "We've been waiting, like, five minutes, but these two friggin' landwhales just barge in and get served right away?"

"Excuse me?" When Min turned around, her usual carefree demeanor was replaced with something much harder and sharper. "What did you just call us?"

"Min," sighed Ursa, "is fine."

"No," said Min, winking at Ursa before returning her attention to her new target. "It's not."

"I-I'm sorry," he stammered, visibly shaking. "I didn't mean it."

"Sure sounded like you did." Seeing just how scared the scrawny young man already was, Min grinned. "But you know what? You're right. You've been waiting in this line a long time. Maybe I can give you something to tide you over."

Before the terrified freshman could ask what the amazonian junior meant, she grabbed the back of his head and dragged him around behind her—pressing his face right against her colossal rump. Watching this happen, well aware of what was about to follow, Ursa couldn't help smiling. On the wrestling team, her neighbor was infamous for her love of finishing off opponents with a well-timed "stink face."

PRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT

As Min felt the helpless young man's nose make contact with her asshole, a huge, five-second fart exploded out of her ass—knocking the struggling freshman out cold. When she released her grip on the back of his head, he fell to the ground like a bag of stinky bricks.

"Typical," she scoffed, stepping back over to Ursa and leaving the unlucky young man's friend to tend to him. "Can you believe some girls are into that?"

Still eyeing the motionless freshman, Ursa shrugged. "Into what?"

"What do you think?" Min rolled her eyes. "Men."

"Oh," said Ursa, chuckling.

Hearing this, still trapped in the Siberian amazon's ass, Max shuddered. If his giant guardian planned to eventually reveal him to her party date, this wasn't a promising sign.

*

The next two hours passed quickly, with both giant girls slamming back several dozen strong drinks and sharing stories. Min regaled Ursa with tales of her latest sexual conquests — a snobby redhead from Fortuna, a bratty goth from Juno, and a virginal nerd from Minerva — and Ursa responded with a few eye-opening anecdotes about her Russian adolescence. She was usually fairly taciturn about her past, but the copious quantity of vodka she was downing did a good job of opening her up.

"And then, after tenth time I clog toilet," said Ursa, coming to the end of one such story and laughing, "schoolmistress says, I use outhouse from now on!"

"...So you had to shit outside?" Listening to all of this, Min was in disbelief. The rugged, unforgiving conditions of Ursa's upbringing were hard for her to get her head around—and only made the Siberian amazon seem even hotter.

"Only in summer." Ursa shrugged. "In winter, too cold. Even for me."

"Brutal," giggled Min.

Meanwhile, Max remained in the back of the Siberian amazon's underwear, absorbing her frequent farts and trying not to drown in butt sweat. While this wasn't how he'd imagined his second-ever college party would go, so far, it was a lot better than the first. This time, for better or worse, he knew he'd end the night right where he started. Sure, he wasn't out and mingling, meeting people and making friends, but he also didn't have to worry about anyone spiking his drink again—and after the several minutes of existential terror he'd gone through before falling into Ursa's hands, that felt pretty good.

BRRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPP

Feeling her shrunken friend starting to squirm in the wake of her latest fart, Ursa bit her lip. Seeing this, Min narrowed her eyes. "You good, dude?"

"Eh? Me?" Clenching her cheeks to still Max's motion, Ursa shrugged. "Da, why you ask?"

"I dunno," said Min, smiling. "You just looked kinda... pent up for a second there."

"Pent... up?" Ursa frowned. "What is?"

"Y'know." Getting dangerously close to flirting with Ursa again, Min found herself blushing. "Like... horny."

"Oh!" Ursa smiled. Of course, deep down, she was just as anxious as Min about what was about to happen—and had been looking forward to this moment ever since they'd agreed to meet up here this afternoon. "Well, now you mention..."

*

By the time the two horny amazons had made it back to their corner of the dorm, they were both practically vibrating with excitement—and the second they made it into Min's room, they were all over each other. As they frantically tore off their clothes and spilled onto the Chinese junior's bed, it was all Max could do to keep from falling out of his perch in Ursa's ass—though her colossal cheeks did as good a job as ever keeping him in place.

In the brief moments that Ursa wasn't tongue-locked to Min, she couldn't help noticing just how much her neighbor's room clashed with hers. The wallpaper and carpeting were black; the decorations held an invariably harsh, punk aesthetic, and — most dissonant for her purposes — the AC was cranked to a steamy 80 degrees.

"Is hot in here," she murmured, pulling herself away from Min to wipe sweat from her brow.

"'So take off all your clothes~'," said Min, doing a sort of low-effort sing-song voice.

"No," said Ursa, "I mean, the air."

"Ohhh," Min giggled. "Yeah, sorry, I keep it kinda warm in here. Reminds me of home."

Ursa raised an eyebrow. "It is like this, in your home?"

"You ever been to Hong Kong?" Min scoffed. "This is, like, average."

"How horrible," said Ursa, shaking her head.

"Says the polar bear," giggled Min. "Now, you wanna lay back for me?"

Not needing to be told twice, Ursa scooched herself up into a sitting position in Min's bed, leaving her huge, hairy, and very sweaty pussy on full display. As she parted her legs, it almost looked like it was steaming.

"That's what I'm talking about," said Min, licking her lips before kneeling down and getting to work.

"Mmm," grunted Ursa, reflexively putting a hand to her chest and tweaking one of her nipples. While she'd never been eaten out before, Min was clearly very good at this. Her big, strong, hungry tongue locked onto her clit like a heat-seeking missile—and once it got down there, it didn't stop going.

As Ursa quickly found herself approaching the biggest and best orgasm of her life, Min wasn't far behind. With one hand on her lover's hip and another vigorously rubbing her own clit, she was loving every second of this. She'd eaten girls out before, but to be kneeling before a girl like Ursa, feeling the raw power of her legs tensing against her head as she tended to her needs, was something else entirely.

While this was happening, Max was sandwiched more firmly than ever under Ursa's ass, held down by several hundred pounds of pressure—and the added weight of the other huge amazon going to town on top of her. Despite the intense smell, weight, and heat bearing down on him, he was definitely enjoying himself. If it could be said to "count," this was not only his first time, but also technically his first threesome. Feeling Min speeding up on top of Ursa, and then feeling Ursa's legs and glutes starting to tense, he knew it was only a matter of time before they both came.

pfffooooootttttt

In the heat of a leg-shaking, toe-curling climax, Ursa was powerless to keep a comparatively-tiny fart from slipping out—right into Max and then up into her neighbor's face. "Apology," she said, panting, "I..."

"Don't worry about it," said Min, wrinkling her nose and grinning. "Comes with the territory."

Ursa smiled back. "Is nice of you to say."

"Absolutely." Min's grin grew. "So, round two?"

"Da," said Ursa. Then, remembering her shrunken friend, she realized that this was probably the best opportunity she'd ever get to introduce him to Min. She had a feeling she wouldn't be able to keep him hidden much longer. Hopefully, she thought, their current shared afterglow would limit the potential of a bad reaction. "Before that, though, a moment."

Sitting up and reaching a hand behind her, she gently peeled the three-inch freshman out of her ass and brought him up in front of her face. When Min realized the curious butt plug in her neighbor's hand wasn't a butt plug, her eyes went wide.

"Min," said Ursa, giving Max a reassuring, hazy smile. "Max. Max, Min."