Ariel lay back on her bed, watching as her best friend Ana slept peacefully in the guest room. They had spent the night out on the town, partying and dancing until the early hours of the morning. Now, as she drifted off to sleep, the memory of Ana farting in her face at the club still lingered in her mind.
She had decided to play a little prank on Ana earlier that evening, and now it was time for payback. Ariel smiled to herself, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over her. She got up from her bed and tiptoed towards the guest room, opening the door quietly.
Ana was still sound asleep, her peaceful expression untouched by the events of the night before. Ariel approached her friend's bedside, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She climbed onto the bed, straddling Ana's waist, her weight pressing down on her friend's body.
Without warning, Ariel let out a loud fart, directly into Ana's face. The sleeping girl's eyes snapped open in surprise, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment. "Ariel, what the fuck?" she cried, trying to push her away.
But it was too late; Ariel was already laughing hysterically. "Oh, you thought you could get away with that, huh?" she said, holding Ana down with one hand while she continued to fart on her face. "Well, now you're going to get a taste of your own medicine."
Ana struggled beneath her, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She knew she had it coming to her, but this was just too humiliating. "I'm sorry, Ariel!" she pleaded, her voice muffled by Ariel's body. "I promise I'll never do that again!"
But Ariel wasn't listening. She kept farting, relishing in the power she held over her friend. "Tell me," she taunted, leaning down to whisper in Ana's ear. "Do you like the taste of my farts?"
Ana whimpered, unable to answer. She could feel the warmth of Ariel's breath against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. This was supposed to be a joke, but now it felt like something much more sinister.
After what felt like an eternity, Ariel finally stopped farting. She sat up, still straddling Ana, and looked down at her friend with a smug grin. "There," she said, triumphantly. "That's what you get for being a farting bitch."
With that, Ariel got off the bed and left the room, leaving a shell-shocked Ana to gather her thoughts and try to forget about the most humiliating night of her life. As she closed the door behind her, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt mixed with the relief of having survived the encounter.
