A Christmas Gift That Keeps on Giving
Ariel sat on the edge of her bed, her heart racing and her fists clenched. She couldn't believe that Cris had come to collect her gift and found it empty. It was bad enough that they had agreed on such an unusual arrangement, but to show up expecting something and receive nothing? It was infuriating.
She watched as Cris stood before her, head bowed in shame, waiting for whatever punishment Ariel had in store for her. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before speaking. "You really should have checked the tracking number," she said coldly. "The package got lost in the mail. It's not my fault."
Cris looked up at her, tears welling in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Mistress," he whispered. "I didn't know what else to do. I've wanted this for so long..."
Ariel felt a twinge of sympathy for him, but she knew she couldn't show it. This was a lesson he needed to learn. "Well, since your Christmas wish seems to be coming out of my ass," she said, standing up and turning around, "you might as well take it the way you wanted it in the first place."
She felt a warm rush of air as she let out a loud, smelly fart. "There's your first present, Cris," she said, grinning wickedly over her shoulder. "Why don't you come get it?"
Slowly, Cris approached her, his eyes fixed on the cloud of fart smoke drifting up from behind her. He reached out tentatively and gingerly wrapped his fingers around one of her fluffy tails, pulling it towards him. As he did, Ariel let out another fart, this one even louder and more pungent than the first.
"Mmmm, that's it," she purred, leaning back into him. "Get your present."
She continued to fart on him, one after another, each one stronger than the last. Cris closed his eyes, trying to hold his breath, but the stench was overwhelming. Tears were streaming down his face now, but he didn't dare move away from the source of the fumes.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Ariel stopped. She turned around slowly, her tail feathers brushing against Cris's face as she did. He opened his eyes and looked up at her, his face covered in a layer of snot and tears.
"Is that enough of a present for you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Cris nodded mutely, his eyes wide with shock and desire. Ariel smiled and bent down, her face inches from his. "Good boy," she whispered, before leaning in and blowing a soft, warm breath onto his face.
As she straightened up, she felt another urge coming on. She turned around once more and let out a monstrous fart, her whole body shaking with the force of it. This time, she didn't hold back - she unleashed a torrent of farts, each one more powerful than the last.
Cris clung to her tails, his entire world reduced to the stink and the heat and the sound of her ass ravaging the air around them. He felt something warm and wet land on his face and opened his eyes to see a string of snot and spit hanging from his chin.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Ariel stopped again. She turned around, her cheeks flushed and her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, Cris," she said, a wicked grin spreading across her face, "I hope that was worth waiting for."
She walked over to her dresser and picked up a small box, which she held out to him. "I hope this makes up for the disappointment of your empty present," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's just a small token of my appreciation for being such a good boy."
Cris took the box from her, his hands shaking with excitement and nerves. He knew that whatever was inside, it was bound to be strange and wonderful and terrifying all at once. He couldn't wait to find out.
As he walked out of her room, he could still feel the warmth of her ass on his face, the coppery taste of her farts in his mouth. He knew that this was just the beginning of their journey together, and he couldn't wait to see where it would take them next.
