"I can't ever catch a break, can I?" You asked the heavens, as they seemed to show no mercy to you. It wasn't enough to be farted away by your crush, no, oh no... the girl whose crack you landed in just had to also get gassy.
However, as terrible as it was, it made sense with your newly acquired memories, it looked like this Monique was indeed pretty gassy, a fact she was often apologetic for, but unlike cases like Lillian's or Zuemy's, where food didn't matter much as they'd get gassy anyway, it looked like Monique's stemmed from poor dietary choices and a fondness for the Salsa Shack's stuff. It wasn't possible to dwell much more on these things though, as you were dealing with a massive "sea"quake, deep, gurgling groans shook your entire self-contained world with apocalyptic force.
Monique could feel her stomach almost shook, due to Emily's careless slapping on it, a lot of compacted gas bubbles were knocked loose and, not very unlike a shaken soda, the pressure quickly ramped up, though unlike the soda, it headed downwards rather than the opposite. The gaseous pressure was almost too much for her to bear, and she got several painful pangs as an insane amount of bubbles rushed down her gut at the same time, merging into even larger ones as they did. They began reaching her 'backdoor' and exerted an enormous pressure on it, trying to force their own release.
'Damn you, Em!' She thought, feeling even worse for the poor micro in her butt. There was no way for her to spare them, not only she was really sweaty, but she'd gotten quite gassy since she and her friends had Salsa Shack for dinner the previous day. She could feel a big fart coming and there was nothing that could be done to stop it, she didn't even have the time to try and get away from the table to let loose in peace. Then, it happened... a loud and deep rumbling roar that easily lasted 5 seconds interrupted Emily and Co's conversation. All of their stunned looks were right on Monique, who was beet red by this point.
"Whoah, you weren't kidding!" Toxic Lily was the first to break the brief silence that ensued "Nice one, squirt! Who would've thought you could unleash that kind of blast"
"See? Told you!" Emily laughed. Valentina remained silent but she gave Monique an approving nod, and the embarrassed brunette could tell that she looked even envious. Soon, Toxic Lily followed suit with one of her own, which, while not quite as loud as Monique's, it smelled roughly just as bad. Valentina and Emily were unfazed by it though.
"Hey, we're still in the cafeteria, you know..." Emily then said, looking the vicious bully in the eye.
"Hmm? I thought you had no problem with that kind of thing" Lily replied, giving a smug look.
"I really don't but I've got a reputation to maintain" Emily said with a cheeky look, which Lily finally understood and nodded. It was part of why she was so dangerous, people simply didn't conceive that the blonde could be as vicious as she was, although she was subtler about it.
"Weird that you care about that given the friends you have" Valentina said with a slight smile, taking yet another jab at Emily.
"Well, Veronica's something else, and her being called the Fart Queen isn't even as much of a big deal as she thinks it is" She nonchalantly shrugged "But I'd rather keep up my appearances anyway" And just then, Monique let out a second blast, just as loud as the first one but it went on for several seconds longer.
"Holy shit, I felt the seat shake!" Emily remarked in surprise. [Minor note: The cafeteria as I picture it uses a mix of booth style tables and the more traditional tables + chairs. Emily's being the former type]
Monique's embarrassment grew, and she felt somewhat betrayed that Emily called her out like that. If either Toxic Lily or Valentina did, she wouldn't have cared too much, as they weren't her friends, but coming from her, it stung her pride. But still, that pain didn't surpass what she felt in her stomach, she'd been holding an insane amount of gas in all day and it all had been now knocked loose. Unable to contain the ever increasing pressure, almost immediately another humongous fart escaped from her massive ass.
"Wow..." Lily raised both eyebrows, surprised that the girl she didn't think was much could actually rip ass like that. She was a little envious herself, and shared Emily's sentiment that she was 'wasting her potential'.
"You okay Moni?" Emily asked with a raised eyebrow, since letting loose like that was rather uncharacteristic of her. It'd taken her a lot just to get her to be comfortable enough to do so when hanging out with just friends, and she usually refrained from even when it hurt her stomach. Though, despite that, Monique had broken wind enough times at school to have a bit of a reputation herself, much to her chagrin.
"N-No... definitely not..." Monique swallowed some more of her food, but instantly regretted that as the pain in her stomach intensified, and she clutched it tightly with one hand.
"Haha, sorry... I guess we went a little too hardcore with the special promo at the Salsa Shack yesterday" Emily laughed and patted Monique's shoulder.
"It's okay though, all you have to do is let it out..." She added, to which Monique nodded and gave a defeated sigh. She stood up from her seat and meekly excused herself to the bathroom, where she'd do exactly that...
Meanwhile, your fear only grew more and more as the quaking in your watery prison intensified, as well as the terrifying rumbling roars coming from the unknown depths. And then, time seemed to freeze for a moment, a bone-chilling silence that you knew for certain would precede something terrible. And just as suddenly, that split second of silence came to an abrupt end, and what you experienced was possibly the closest in real life to the kind of cataclysm that was said to sink the lost continent of Atlantis.
A massive explosion that very well may have put Jen's sudden burst to shame, but with the addition of the literal ocean of sweat being blasted by the insane windy shockwaves. In fact, the so called ocean even parted while the furious winds raged their way through, and you were but a speck of dust amidst the enormous tornado. You were in shock, you didn't really think Monique could have gas this bad, and you hadn't even noticed the smell yet, though it soon hit you.
As if you needed further confirmation, the smell confirmed that Monique's fondness for your parents' homeland's food was the main culprit. The invisible fog felt thick, and oppressively warm, turning her already sauna-like crack into something more akin to a pressure cooker, and it heavily reeked of beans and spoiled meat, and the gas itself burned when you inevitably breathed it in, probably an effect of the unbelievable amounts of spice her food was loaded with.
The monstrous typhoon lasted what felt an eternity to you, taking an unbearable amount of time to slow down until it completely died down, but that wasn't the end of the disaster, as the sweaty ocean's parted halves came back together with a tremendous splash. You felt like you were in the largest dishwasher from hell, and it was a miracle you didn't drown. Swimming as frantically as you could manage, you reached the surface again.
"Holy crap, I don't think I can take any more..." You weakly said to yourself, still looking around to find something to grab on, but all you could see were the massive, slick walls that were Monique's plump cheeks. And as if to further spite on you, the monstrous grumbling resumed almost immediately.
"Really?! REALLY?!" You shouted to the heavens, cursing the cruel fate you were literally thrown into. Even more suddenly than the first time, Monique's colossal ass erupted with an even more colossal fart. You got flung along with the many wildly rippling waves as the immense 'ocean' got parted again as the massive windy torrent blasted through. And the noise was even louder this time, its blaring reverberations not only hurt your ears, you felt them shake your very body, even when nearly all of your body was still submerged in her salty sweat.
The ungodly gassy explosion went on for even longer than the previous one, but like it, it eventually did die down, and the parted 'ocean' crashed back together once again. This time, you swam hard enough to avoid being caught into the main splash zone, but you still got shaken by the ensuing waves like a ragdoll. All that swimming also left your limbs aching, this was clearly beyond any reasonable efforts, but you had to do whatever it took to stay alive.
'Not gonna die in some swamp ass...' You thought, and as if Fate itself decided to call you out on your challenge, without warning, there was a third hurricane, even louder and more vicious than the last two. You screamed, fearing that your eardrums would burst, but unable to cover your ears since you had to keep swimming to stay afloat, which became thousands of times harder as it all became pure aquatic chaos. The crazed waves threw you around aimlessly, some of them pulling you towards them while others pushed you away, and some even pulled you down.
Throughout the ordeal you'd accidentally swallowed some more of that sweat, which made everything yet harder again, as you had to fight the urge to vomit, more so to avoid risking drowning altogether than out of any concern for hygiene, this place was already as rancid and filthy as it could get, and yet, you didn't really hold it against Monique, she had no idea you were there, technically, you were the intruder and she was simply relieving herself from some gas.
Even in the synced memories you got, Monique never farted on you on purpose, which is quite a lot to say after what the other you must have experienced with Lillian. You were all so lost in the sheer chaos of Monique's cataclysmic fart that you didn't even realize everything had gone back to being relatively calm, but the grumbling, that accursed, ominous grumbling was back, haunting your beaten mind...
However, as terrible as it was, it made sense with your newly acquired memories, it looked like this Monique was indeed pretty gassy, a fact she was often apologetic for, but unlike cases like Lillian's or Zuemy's, where food didn't matter much as they'd get gassy anyway, it looked like Monique's stemmed from poor dietary choices and a fondness for the Salsa Shack's stuff. It wasn't possible to dwell much more on these things though, as you were dealing with a massive "sea"quake, deep, gurgling groans shook your entire self-contained world with apocalyptic force.
Monique could feel her stomach almost shook, due to Emily's careless slapping on it, a lot of compacted gas bubbles were knocked loose and, not very unlike a shaken soda, the pressure quickly ramped up, though unlike the soda, it headed downwards rather than the opposite. The gaseous pressure was almost too much for her to bear, and she got several painful pangs as an insane amount of bubbles rushed down her gut at the same time, merging into even larger ones as they did. They began reaching her 'backdoor' and exerted an enormous pressure on it, trying to force their own release.
'Damn you, Em!' She thought, feeling even worse for the poor micro in her butt. There was no way for her to spare them, not only she was really sweaty, but she'd gotten quite gassy since she and her friends had Salsa Shack for dinner the previous day. She could feel a big fart coming and there was nothing that could be done to stop it, she didn't even have the time to try and get away from the table to let loose in peace. Then, it happened... a loud and deep rumbling roar that easily lasted 5 seconds interrupted Emily and Co's conversation. All of their stunned looks were right on Monique, who was beet red by this point.
"Whoah, you weren't kidding!" Toxic Lily was the first to break the brief silence that ensued "Nice one, squirt! Who would've thought you could unleash that kind of blast"
"See? Told you!" Emily laughed. Valentina remained silent but she gave Monique an approving nod, and the embarrassed brunette could tell that she looked even envious. Soon, Toxic Lily followed suit with one of her own, which, while not quite as loud as Monique's, it smelled roughly just as bad. Valentina and Emily were unfazed by it though.
"Hey, we're still in the cafeteria, you know..." Emily then said, looking the vicious bully in the eye.
"Hmm? I thought you had no problem with that kind of thing" Lily replied, giving a smug look.
"I really don't but I've got a reputation to maintain" Emily said with a cheeky look, which Lily finally understood and nodded. It was part of why she was so dangerous, people simply didn't conceive that the blonde could be as vicious as she was, although she was subtler about it.
"Weird that you care about that given the friends you have" Valentina said with a slight smile, taking yet another jab at Emily.
"Well, Veronica's something else, and her being called the Fart Queen isn't even as much of a big deal as she thinks it is" She nonchalantly shrugged "But I'd rather keep up my appearances anyway" And just then, Monique let out a second blast, just as loud as the first one but it went on for several seconds longer.
"Holy shit, I felt the seat shake!" Emily remarked in surprise. [Minor note: The cafeteria as I picture it uses a mix of booth style tables and the more traditional tables + chairs. Emily's being the former type]
Monique's embarrassment grew, and she felt somewhat betrayed that Emily called her out like that. If either Toxic Lily or Valentina did, she wouldn't have cared too much, as they weren't her friends, but coming from her, it stung her pride. But still, that pain didn't surpass what she felt in her stomach, she'd been holding an insane amount of gas in all day and it all had been now knocked loose. Unable to contain the ever increasing pressure, almost immediately another humongous fart escaped from her massive ass.
"Wow..." Lily raised both eyebrows, surprised that the girl she didn't think was much could actually rip ass like that. She was a little envious herself, and shared Emily's sentiment that she was 'wasting her potential'.
"You okay Moni?" Emily asked with a raised eyebrow, since letting loose like that was rather uncharacteristic of her. It'd taken her a lot just to get her to be comfortable enough to do so when hanging out with just friends, and she usually refrained from even when it hurt her stomach. Though, despite that, Monique had broken wind enough times at school to have a bit of a reputation herself, much to her chagrin.
"N-No... definitely not..." Monique swallowed some more of her food, but instantly regretted that as the pain in her stomach intensified, and she clutched it tightly with one hand.
"Haha, sorry... I guess we went a little too hardcore with the special promo at the Salsa Shack yesterday" Emily laughed and patted Monique's shoulder.
"It's okay though, all you have to do is let it out..." She added, to which Monique nodded and gave a defeated sigh. She stood up from her seat and meekly excused herself to the bathroom, where she'd do exactly that...
Meanwhile, your fear only grew more and more as the quaking in your watery prison intensified, as well as the terrifying rumbling roars coming from the unknown depths. And then, time seemed to freeze for a moment, a bone-chilling silence that you knew for certain would precede something terrible. And just as suddenly, that split second of silence came to an abrupt end, and what you experienced was possibly the closest in real life to the kind of cataclysm that was said to sink the lost continent of Atlantis.
A massive explosion that very well may have put Jen's sudden burst to shame, but with the addition of the literal ocean of sweat being blasted by the insane windy shockwaves. In fact, the so called ocean even parted while the furious winds raged their way through, and you were but a speck of dust amidst the enormous tornado. You were in shock, you didn't really think Monique could have gas this bad, and you hadn't even noticed the smell yet, though it soon hit you.
As if you needed further confirmation, the smell confirmed that Monique's fondness for your parents' homeland's food was the main culprit. The invisible fog felt thick, and oppressively warm, turning her already sauna-like crack into something more akin to a pressure cooker, and it heavily reeked of beans and spoiled meat, and the gas itself burned when you inevitably breathed it in, probably an effect of the unbelievable amounts of spice her food was loaded with.
The monstrous typhoon lasted what felt an eternity to you, taking an unbearable amount of time to slow down until it completely died down, but that wasn't the end of the disaster, as the sweaty ocean's parted halves came back together with a tremendous splash. You felt like you were in the largest dishwasher from hell, and it was a miracle you didn't drown. Swimming as frantically as you could manage, you reached the surface again.
"Holy crap, I don't think I can take any more..." You weakly said to yourself, still looking around to find something to grab on, but all you could see were the massive, slick walls that were Monique's plump cheeks. And as if to further spite on you, the monstrous grumbling resumed almost immediately.
"Really?! REALLY?!" You shouted to the heavens, cursing the cruel fate you were literally thrown into. Even more suddenly than the first time, Monique's colossal ass erupted with an even more colossal fart. You got flung along with the many wildly rippling waves as the immense 'ocean' got parted again as the massive windy torrent blasted through. And the noise was even louder this time, its blaring reverberations not only hurt your ears, you felt them shake your very body, even when nearly all of your body was still submerged in her salty sweat.
The ungodly gassy explosion went on for even longer than the previous one, but like it, it eventually did die down, and the parted 'ocean' crashed back together once again. This time, you swam hard enough to avoid being caught into the main splash zone, but you still got shaken by the ensuing waves like a ragdoll. All that swimming also left your limbs aching, this was clearly beyond any reasonable efforts, but you had to do whatever it took to stay alive.
'Not gonna die in some swamp ass...' You thought, and as if Fate itself decided to call you out on your challenge, without warning, there was a third hurricane, even louder and more vicious than the last two. You screamed, fearing that your eardrums would burst, but unable to cover your ears since you had to keep swimming to stay afloat, which became thousands of times harder as it all became pure aquatic chaos. The crazed waves threw you around aimlessly, some of them pulling you towards them while others pushed you away, and some even pulled you down.
Throughout the ordeal you'd accidentally swallowed some more of that sweat, which made everything yet harder again, as you had to fight the urge to vomit, more so to avoid risking drowning altogether than out of any concern for hygiene, this place was already as rancid and filthy as it could get, and yet, you didn't really hold it against Monique, she had no idea you were there, technically, you were the intruder and she was simply relieving herself from some gas.
Even in the synced memories you got, Monique never farted on you on purpose, which is quite a lot to say after what the other you must have experienced with Lillian. You were all so lost in the sheer chaos of Monique's cataclysmic fart that you didn't even realize everything had gone back to being relatively calm, but the grumbling, that accursed, ominous grumbling was back, haunting your beaten mind...
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May 12, 2023
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