"... What? Got tired of my gas?" Blake said in a teasing manner.
"Nah. I was thinking of getting us some food. I'll be right back~"
"Yang, wait-"
And just like that, Yang was gone. Most likely to get gas-inducing food.
"Good grief, Yang... If I didn't know better, I'd say she liked-"
BBBBRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVPPPPPPPTTTTTTT!!
"Ahh~ That." Blake said, casually letting a steamy, trumpeting toot loose. Well, with Yang not around to judge...she can...indulge in her flatulence.
[15 minutes later]
"And I'm back!"
Yang quickly opened the door, with various snacks in her arms. She was greeted with the sight of Blake, with her knees at her chest, and her generous rear unintentionally pointed at the blonde bombshell, farting away without a care.
"Ahhhh~ That felt a little wet." Blake cooed, sporting a look of pleasure on her face.
"Well, well, well~ Looks like when the cat was away, this mice decided to play~"
Blake fell off the bed once she finally noticed Yang's presence in the room.
"Y-Yang?! H-how much did you-"
"I saw you getting off to your own farts!" Yang laughed. Blake was quick to cover her face with her hands. And just as fast, Yang was there to comfort her.
"Hey, hey. It's alright. It's actually cute that you have a fart fetish."
The comforting words didn't help Blake's case much, but she was glad that Yang was cool with her little fetish.
"... Thanks, Yang."
"Hey, what are girlfriends for?" Yang said with a smile...which soon transitioned to a devious smirk.
"Yang...what are you...?"
"Oh, don't worry. I just had an idea. After we eat, what say you and I..."
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