Hi all, this is my first ever work of fiction. Well, it's not quite fiction I guess. This is based off of a little story a gassy girl told me. She was actually one of the girls I wrote about before(try and guess which one is her). I embellish quite a bit here, but this did actually happen to some degree. The names are obviously made up and changed, but enjoy nonetheless.

The University of Rhode Island was known for their dance teams. So much so that the tryouts for the girls dance team were nothing short of heinous. The backstabbing, the foul language, all was fair when you got to compete in the highest caliber.

But all that changed when you made the team. The same girls who called you 'cunt' and 'whore' were rubbing your battered feet and driving away creeps at the bars. This was no exception for Mari and Yami, two of the more experienced Juniors on the team.

Mari was from Delaware and usually kept to herself, having her team as her friends was more than enough. Though for being such a mouse in class her team knew her as the strange, albeit endearing comic relief. Mooning them with her pale yet beautiful ass and putting her socks on her sleeping friends faces were unorthodox and always charming.

The one who appreciated her most however would have to be Yami. Six years of Catholic school only seemed to push her into more rebellious actions. Makeup and dancing in skimpy clothes being the two of many. She moved away early from Southern California to a place her family certainly would never think to visit. And while she may have been a rebellious youth, Yami always carried herself as the perfect pretty girl who would refrain from any 'unladylike' acts. Which must have been why she liked Mari so much...

The true story begins as Mari flies across campus to the practice rooms. Yami should already be there for their after dinner practice. She always walked with her head on a swivel, catching glances with the nicer looking boys she walks past. Mari would normally flash her classic awkward yet sexy smile at them, but today was different. Her stomach had been making all sorts of noises since her encounter with the dining hall food.

As she passed in front of the the performing arts center she froze suddenly. A chill went down her spine as a silent fart escaped her clenched ass. The breeze carried it away quickly but Mari knew that this was an omen for what was to come. She nervously looked around and then wiped the sweat from her forehead. Mari hated farting in front of anyone who she was not absolutely comfortable with and with a new found speed, she slung her bag over her shoulder and continued on to the practice room right around the corner.

Yami watched her swipe her ID card and jump in the room, throwing her bag halfway across the floor. She sat with her legs spread in a near splits, stretching out her legs and hips. She smiles at her friend and leans back with her hands behind her.

"Hi Mmm..."

'pop' 'pop' 'pop' 'pop pop pop'

Six tiny popping noises bounce off the floor behind Yami, starting off slow but quickly moving to rapid fire speed. Her face darkened into a deep red, Yami had never farted in front of anyone before. Apparently dinner was not agreeing with her either.

"...ari."

Her friend was in such a rush that she didn't even hear the quiet, yet smelly, machine gun fart.

"Hey, hi, yeah, god why is this place so fucking far from the cafeteria. I'm basically already warmed up from my RUN over here."

Mari took off her baggy sweat shirt and t shirt revealing her sports bra. She tied her hair up as she walked over to Yami, freezing up after only two steps. Her stomach turned over again.

"Well at least it's a nice walk. The weather gets so nice right before winter, I think it's my favorite time of the year."

Yami quickly changes the subject as she stands up and waves her hands around her waist. Trying hard to make it look natural.

"Maybe today we can make it a short practice anyways, I think there was something bad in the food today..."

Mari stood up straight, her spine tingling again as she released another silent fart, though this time it ended in a high pitch whine. Yami's eyes widened as her friend released a long albeit girly fart right in front of her.

"RIGHT?!? I have literally been tooting all the way here. They are so bad too, I can just tell."

She relaxed finally as she felt more free around her friend and walked over to Yami with her hands on her stomach.

"I'm just glad that I'm not the only one."

Yami turned another shade of purple and crossed her arms.

"I just feel a little sick, I'm not going around farting everywhere."

She felt her own stomach churn, but ignored it and bent over to touch her toes out of defiance. Something Mari quickly took advantage of.

"Of course not, just in here." Mari tickled her armpits and a short trumpet erupted from the Latina dancer's ass.

Yami lost her balance and rolled on her butt. Mari chuckled as she too sat down on the ground with her legs criss-cross.

"Is the marching band in here too?" Mari plugged her nose and waved her hand around sarcastically.

Yami ran her hands through her hair, as she often did when she was stressed, and smiled embarrassed at her friend.

"Tu perra. FINE. My stomach hurts so bad, I've just been in here stretching and trying not to...fart."

Mari took off her shoes and curled her knees up to her chest.

"Look, no practice today. I know some stretches from yoga class. Perfect for something like this. Just copy me..."

Mari rolled onto her back while hugging her legs to her chest, Yami doing the same. With two big breathes, she sighed loudly and pushed. An airy fart began to seep out of her leggings, right at her friend. As she pushed, the fart slowly grew into a deep growl that sounded more like a zipper. When it was all done she pushed her legs out and laid her arms down to each side.

"Ohhhh my god. Why was that so long?" Mari Laughed. She looked up to see her friend sitting up staring at her, mortified.

"Mari that is fucking horrible, there is no way I'm doing that." She coughed as the fart seemed to have completely enveloped her.

Mari sighed and sat up, putting her hands on her friend's knees.

"Just relax, who am I going to tell that the hottest girl on the team blasts ass like the rest of us." She slowly rolled her on her back, despite the concerned noises Yami was making.

As she lay there on her back she closes her eyes and starts breathing deeply. Yami's eyes shoot open as she stares in horror at Mari. Her stomach makes one more whiny noise then noisy hiss escapes her ass, warming her pink leggings. Mari slowly pushes down on her knees as the fart quickly turns bubbly. Yami never takes her eyes off of her friend as the bubbly fart ends with an all too familiar "Pop."

"Oh. My. God." Yami's face turned from red to pink. "I..I can't believe I..."

Mari let's go of her friend's knees and lay's down on her stomach beside her.

"Yami, that somehow smelled worse than mine. But here, do this with me now."

Without another complaint, Yami turned over and laid on her stomach. Clenching her eyes, and her rear, she quacks loudly from her ass.

"Ok, now put your arms forward and walk your hands back." Mari extends her arms and walks into downward facing dog, her ass sticking straight up into the air.

Yami follows, but flinches when she hears a loud purr come from Mari, seeming to last nearly 6 seconds. Soon both girls slowly rock forward and backwards, releasing long bouts of gas into the room.

Mari eventually lowers her knees to the ground and then lowers even farther into child's pose, letting out a small puff of flatus on arrival.

"Mmm, this is the best one. I think I'm all out Yami." Mari sighs as she flops on her side, stretching like a cat in the sun.

Yami copies her moves, but sits on her hands and knees, arching her back. She has the perfect dancer's body, strong yet so flexible. As she rolled her head back, her ass released a fart that sounded like it traveled through a wet towel. The girl clearly was no where near done.

To Yami, the world didn't exist. She roller her head down and arched her back up, then back down. Repeating this process until finally her ass opened up and another noisy hiss snuck it's way out. As if in a trance, she arched her back up again, turning the fart into a sputtering squealing noise that lasted only a few more precious seconds.

"fuuuuuuck." Yami whispered to herself.

She sat down with her legs spread apart slumped over. Both girls were drenched in sweat and surrounded by an evil smell, but they were finally free from their gas pains.

"We should do this again sometime." Mari chuckled softly as she flashed an awkward smile at her friend.

Yami looked up at her and furrowed her brows, releasing an all too familiar set of pops into the hardwood floor. This time, with an aggression that could tear a hole right through her leggings.

"Bitch, if you ever tell anyone about this..."

The End!

I hope you all enjoyed, I had a lot of fun writing this. Let me know if y'all want more 'fictional' stories like this. And please please please give me ideas and recommendations. Or just dm me and tell me what you think. I love it all!

Sorry the intro was so long, I get sucked into storytelling so easily lol.