Eyeing Jessica warily, Amy continued to eat her frozen breakfast, savoring the taste of it, the feel of it as it went down her throat and entered her stomach, and the resulting gas mixing with her overnight gas. All the while, Jessica looked at Amy with an evil smile and a mischevious look in her eye.
"You know, Amy, we've been at this Fart War for a long time." Jessica began.
"Since I was little." Amy replied with a glare and a mouth full of ice cream.
"Yeah," Jessica said with a nostalgic smile at all the times she dominated Amy, not minding Amy talking with her mouth full since she did it as well - like mother like daughter, "So I have a proposition."
After swallowing, Amy replied."What kind of proposition?" She asked as she popped in another large spoonful.
"Marry me." Jessica said as Amy swallowed.
Amy's eyes widened from shock, and she began to choke on the big morsel dropping her spoon onto the floor in a clatter of clangs.Seeing this Jessica rushed over to Amy, stood her up, brought her over to the sink, and started doing the Heimlich maneuver. After the fourth time, Amy spat out the morsel, most of it having already melted and trickled down her throat. After that, Jessica brought Amy to the living room and set her down on the couch.
As Amy gasped for breath, Jessica figured that her pipe was cold from the prolonged exposure to the chilling food, so to heat her pipe up, she sat her bare ass down on her chest and let loose a warm fart. Despite the stink, Amy breathed in the warm gas.
After around ten minutes, Jessica got off of Amy, knelt down, and combed some hair from her face with a concerned look.
"You alright?" She asked Amy.
"Y-Yeah." Amy replied turning to face her mother. "Thanks, for saving my life...again." She sincerely thanked.
"Just because I fart on you doesn't mean I don't care for or love you." Jessica said before kissing Amy's nose. Causing her to blush.
"...You....love...me?" Amy asked to Jessica's confusion.
"Yeah, I do, what kind of question is that?" Jessica asked with a worried look.
"It's just that..." Amy paused with half lided and misty eyes. "You always farted on me since I was little, and even got your friends to do it. The amount of times I've had to kiss Nicole's asshole, or take Becky's butt bouncing, or be used as a part of Elizabeth's tricks are so plenty that I have nightmares about them." Amy said as she began cry. "I only ever farted back, and used my friends, to get back at you. Becaise you fored first, most of the time literally." Amy sniffled. "You say you love me, asked me to MARRY YOU - and for reasons I don't know - when everything you've done over the years--." Amy hiccups as she curls into a ball. "Says otherwise." She squeaked.
What she said next completely shattered Jessica, bringing tears to her eyes. "Why do you hate me?"
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