Graveyard shifts are a bitch but at least the commute back home is peaceful. The sidewalks are clear of the usual crowds of meandering pedestrians and the intersections are devoid of impatient car tires peeling off the pavement at the first flash of green. The windows of the dead storefronts look almost painted on in the gray blue light of early dawn. Yawning into your hand, you turn the corner to your apartment.
After briefly fumbling with the keys, you stumble through the doorway, kick off your shoes, and collapse onto the living room couch. Like the streets outside, your apartment is deathly quiet without any video games, music, or TV audio accosting your ears.
Still, it’s hard to doze off. Summer weather is no joke in this part of the country and the living room has a bad habit of reflecting the outside climate, humidity and all. The glacial pace of the ceiling fan isn’t enough to wick the sweat from your face. You fidget around for a while, the cushions irritably sticking to your skin no matter what position you twist into, but eventually your discomfort loses to exhaustion. Sleep at last.
It doesn’t last more than a few hours. You hear your roommate’s door opening from down the hall and her approaching footfalls patter through your dreamscape. Since it was the weekend, she’s likely on her way to play video games on the fifty inch wall-mounted TV you were lying in front of.
Her name was Selen and living with her has been amicable enough so far. She’s a bit crass and could occasionally take a joke too far, but she was easy to talk to and pretty good at FPS games, which made for some fun evenings after work. Apparently she’s a streamer as well– something you didn’t press too hard on as long as she paid her share of the rent.
Selen comes into view at the foot of the couch, her ashen dragon claw clutching the controller she intends to be using for the next hour or so. Her other hand is busy uselessly fanning the heat off her chest. The oppressive humidity has stripped her usual outfit down considerably, leaving only an immodest white tank top (complete with cleavage deep enough to easily hide a TV remote) and a tight pair of well worn lavender skinny jeans trying desperately to contain the curves of her meaty backside. Multiple hours of morning streaming left a fine layer of sweat shining across her skin and dampening her clothes,
“Heyyy what’s up, roomie?” She’s all smiles, as usual. “I’m gonna get some matches in before lunch if that’s cool?”
Both of you know that question was rhetorical and she’s already humming her way over to where your head is resting. Ordinarily this wouldn’t be an issue, but your body is still aching for more rest and the thought of dragging yourself all the way to your bedroom seems impossible. You grumble something dismissive, coming off as ruder than intended, and wave her away. There’s still time to chase that beautiful dream you were just yanked from.
Now at the end of the couch, Selen turns around, letting her slender tail graze lightly along the length of your torso along the way. Your eyelids creak open. Instead of the lazy blades of the ceiling fan, you're given a heaping eyeful of dragon cake. All that time sitting around bantering with chat saddled Selen with quite the shelf of an ass, and her measurements were especially intimidating when viewed from below. The extra pounds she put on around her ass and thighs were even starting to split the seams of her pants. Some tears were thinner than a pencil, others wider than a thumb, leaving alternating bands of mauve fabric and pale skin tracing down the outside of her thighs.
She sets her controller down, puts her hands on her hips, and looks over her shoulder. “Uhhh you sure you don’t wanna move, bro? I’ve been sweating like crazy today and it’s a fucking swamp back there.” A light wheezing laugh escapes her lips and overtakes the final word. That tends to happen a lot with this girl.
Sure enough, beneath the lazy swinging arc of her tail, the back of her pants are marred by a heavy dark stain pouring down her ass crack and spanning the bottom of both cheeks– a prominent landmark on a canvas of light purple. Faintly, a salty sour musk reminiscent of her bedroom drifts down and tickles your nose.
You remain stalwart. Knowing her, she’ll relent soon enough, make fun of you, and circle back after lunch to try again. Plenty of time between then and now to get some shuteye.
Instead, Selen hooks her fingers through her belt loops and gives them a quick tug upwards, bouncing her heavy cheeks into a brief dance and further accentuating the shape of her impressive rear. Sweat streaks down her face and neck while she arches her eyebrows in a goading expression. She waits a few more seconds and shrugs, bending at her knees, “Okaaay, if that’s how you want it…good luck, dude.”
There’s a rush of warm air across your skin that crescendos in a powerful SLAP as Selen drops down on you. The soft weight piledrives your head deep into the cushion and only stops when the back of your skull rebounds against the inner box springs. The entire couch seems to wheeze in protest.
Selen’s pants are much thinner and softer than you expected– feeling more like leggings than jeans– and the heat of her bare skin is practically kissing yours. Most of your senses are muted but judging by the sharp odor teasing your nostrils, it’s obvious that your nose wound up dangerously close to her asshole. As her weight settles in and Selen gets more comfortable, the faded stench of body odor and dirty laundry slowly seeps into your sinuses, drawing uncontrollable retches from the bottom of your throat. It’s offensively rank, almost nauseating. She never struck you as a slob during your time living together but now you have to wonder if she’s ever properly washed this outfit.
Selen leans back and wiggles her hips to get your face in the right position. More weight offloads from her feet and onto your face, while her tail unwinds and drapes itself lightly over your stomach. Your nose and lips take turns being smeared across her sweaty smelly crack for a good twenty seconds until she finds something she’s satisfied with, and by that point, you’re well acquainted with what her chair must be dreading every time she plays her stream intro. “Okay, I’m just going until I get a win, so it'll be quick. Trust me!” She flicks the headset mic to her mouth and dives into the first match.
–
Pushing her off is a waste of time but you try anyway. Selen playfully smacks your prodding hands back down to the couch and chastises you for messing with her concentration. “Hey, stop being such a bitch,” she manages between laughs, “it’s only for one round! Probably...” To her, this is just a harmless prank on a lazy roommate.
Managing her K/D/A seems more important than managing your oxygen supply, so you have to breathe deep in the rare moments she stands up to adjust her underwear from riding too far up her ass or when she leans enough to either side during an intense firefight. Making matters worse, every hardwon gasp of air rushing down your throat is infused with a cornucopia of foul scents, from the salty tang of butt sweat to the sharp acrid flavor of her stuffy snatch, and your head’s soon swimming in a fizzy musk-drunk haze. The rank aroma only grows richer as the match wears on and Selen’s body heats up.
“Fuuuck, that hit me?” Selen reels back and bounces impetuously in her seat, smashing your nose further up her crack but also giving you those precious sips of air when her butt temporarily pushes off your face. She flips one of her twintails behind her shoulder and wipes her clammy palms on your shirt. “Everyone is so damn sweaty in this lobby, what the hell?”
Thanks to the heated competition and Selen’s heightened adrenaline, the obscene sweat stain soaking her buttcrack has spread outwardly to claim the entirety of her undercarriage. No matter where you turn, you feel that same disgustingly warm dampness pressing down on your features.
And while you’d never admit it aloud, huffing her scent isn’t all bad. In fact, it’s getting harder to ignore the effect her musk is having on your lower half…
–
Ten minutes later and Selen’s seemingly forgotten about you. The squad skirmishes are coming hard and fast, and her comms are lit up with tactical callouts. After eking out a duel with the kill leader, Selen exhales sharply and slides her character behind cover. A little over half of the initial lobby remains but there's still plenty of work to do.
“Play back guys, I’m gonna heal up here.” Selen casually toggles off her mic and sits back in her seat, grunting softly. “Mnngh…” Her gut rumbles. The deep bubbly tones come through crystal clear from your position as her chair. Before your sleep deprived skull can put the pieces together, you feel Selen’s asshole twitch against your nostrils and an enormous, bassy fart slaps out from between her sweaty cheeks, battering your face with a warm, horribly pungent sulfuric wind. Dragon girl gas is on an entirely different level, instantly heating up your sinuses with a foul stench that reeks bad enough to sear your nose hairs and force tears to your eyes.
You try to turn away, but her weight keeps you locked down tight in the blast zone, mainlining the full brunt of her horrendous emissions up your nose. Selen’s still straining after three full seconds, making sure to push everything out as deep into the couch as possible so she won’t have to deal with the smell lingering in the room for the rest of the game. The tailend of her disgusting sonorous burst of flatulence sputters wetly against you like a slap to the face, and the ensuing smell drifting out from her gaping asshole nearly shuts your brain off completely. A black fuzzy border encircles your vision as your body wanes violently towards stank-induced unconsciousness.
“Ahhh…goddamn I might need to wipe the couch down after that one...” Selen relaxes in her seat, eyes half-lidded, before she looks down and remembers the other body joining her on the couch. “O-oh SHIT! AHAHAHHA, I to-totally forgot you were under there!” Selen can barely speak through the hilarity, her eyes watering from both her uncontrollable laughter and the dreadful stench swiftly rising to meet her nose. She waves a hand in front of her face and nearly gags from her own brand. “Oh man, tha- that fucking REEKS. PshhAHAHAA, sorry, bro, they’re not usually this bad!” Yet Selen makes no effort to get up and air out the biohazardous wasteland simmering beneath her, instead letting another hot, droning fart break across your face to close out the conversation. There’s less raw power behind this one, more of a glancing blow than a right cross, but the odor is just as awful, if not worse. “Let me finish looting and I’ll get up.”
The seat of Selen’s pants mercifully caught most of her release’s “wetness”, but now you’re left to deal with the cleanup. Bracing yourself, your nose pushes against a particularly damp spot and takes a deep huff of the trapped gas soaking into the underside of Selen’s ass. The smell is truly mind-numbing, and despite being rank enough to easily clear out any one bedroom apartment, your dick is rapidly rising to full mast in your boxers.
The dragon girl is quick to notice your reaction. “Waaait, what’s going on down there? Are you into that kind of stuff? Pffttahahahaa, no fuckin’ way, that’s so nasty~!” Her tail playfully taps and flicks at your stiff member like a bored cat. “Then again, I bet there’s sooo many dragoons that would want to take your place right now! ‘Oh Selen, please let me be your chair! Please use me as your fart cushion when you’re playing Apex!’” The outlandish thought sends her into another bout of hysterics.
Selen eventually collects herself and taps on your chest. “Hey…I was gonna let you go but maybe you’d rather stay down there, huh?”
She takes your humiliated silence as a “yes”.
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Another ten minutes pass. The clips of muffled audio reaching your smothered ears tells you that Selen downed another three squads. She must be approaching the endgame, but you’re not sure how much longer you can last baking under Selen’s ass. What started as a natural sheen of gamer sweat has degraded into a thick oil-like coating, sending pearl-sized beads racing down her armpits, over her thighs, and down the side of your head. She tugs her collar, fans her armpits, and tries to wipe her face using the front of her tank top, but she simply can’t escape the heat. The raunchy sauna of feminine musk combined with the choking humidity is almost unbearable for both parties.
There’s no enemies in the immediate area, so Selen finds a place to hide and makes some quick adjustments. “Give me a second. I’ll be right back.” A great weight lifts off your face and a gust of cooler air rushes in to fill the void. Your reddened, sweat-slick features blink into the soft overhead lights of the living room. The air tastes crisp, almost uncomfortably so.
Well aware that she could get ambushed at any moment, Selen sheds her tank top in record time and lets her fat pillowy tits slap down on her chest with a small spray of sweat. She then unzips her pants and hastily shoves them down. Getting them past the top of her thick thighs is a huge hassle, however, so she’s left half-undressed and squirming in place while her plump pale buttocks jiggles out in the open. Smeared with multiple greasy layers of sweat, the dragon’s cheeks are so full and heavy that they spill over the waistband and completely hide it from view. The display leaves you hypnotized; a thin jet black string flossing her crack is Selen’s only saving grace from total nudity. It’s hard to tell if she’s wearing a thong or if her fat ass simply devoured whatever poor panties were drawn up between her cheeks that day.
“Oh shit!” Selen’s worst fear comes to pass as an enemy squad rockets in from the compound on their right flank. There’s no time to peel off the rest of her skintight pants, so Selen abruptly slams her bare sweaty ass right back down and jumps into voice chat. Without any clothing to stand in her way, Selen’s slick cheeks are glued to your skin like a bandaid and every movement of her hips drags your face along with it.
She’s fully concentrated now. Nothing short of a pulled fire alarm would draw her attention. You hear her call out to her teammates, feel her naked weight bounce and grind into your face when she makes a big play or gets downed from across the map. Excessive perspiration pools on your lips while you wait to take another labored breath, everything else spills down your cheeks or neck. Soon even the back of your head is soaked in a thin puddle of her sweat.
Throughout this whole ordeal, your dick has become a steel rod pushing up on your boxers. The lightest brush from her idling tail almost feels like enough simulation to bust your load. She might even be doing that on purpose.
“He’s one, he’s one! Keep pushing, he’s on the second floor! C’mon you can- YES!” The final enemy player falls dead to the ground. The edges of the screen dims before VICTORY flashes in great shining letters. Selen pumps her fist and her controller clatters to the table.
She leans back, alight with satisfaction at a hard fought victory, until she’s fully against the backrest. Her heavy breathing bobs her shirtless chest up and down. She spreads her legs and starts swaying her knees, directly addressing you for the first time in a while. “First win of the day and it only took one try! That wasn’t so bad, right?”
Finally, it’s over. Your head’s awash with masochistic arousal and silent burning shame from getting rock hard over this sweaty tomboy gassing out your nostrils. You were a few tail flicks away from going over the edge, and the last thing you needed was Selen making fun of you for creaming your pants from this kind of treatment.
“Wait up,” Selen says with a teasing smile, “I was holding this in since the final fight…and since you’re already down there~”
She holds a hand to her stomach, noting the angry rumbles moving below her fingers. Pushing up on her toes, she raises her hips slightly and lets the airtight seal of sweaty ass meat slowly unstick from your face like plastic film off a new monitor. Her pink musky asshole is hovering mere centimeters above your lips with only a flimsy see-through strand of black lace obscuring the details of her anal wrinkles. Selen pulls aside one monstrous ass cheek and tenses up.
“Make sure you- nngh -keep your mouth closed, dude!” Stifling a laugh, Selen closes one eye and rips an absolutely brutal, swampy, cheek-clapper of a fart right in your face. You can feel the putrid, semi-liquid windstorm blast against your lips and reverberate across your skin as the low gurgling tone of her sweaty spluttering asshole drowns out the game’s lobby bgm. The stench is beyond rank, putting her previous releases to shame with a meaty nose-curling fragrance undercut with a strong note of rotten vegetables. Before you have a chance to gag or wipe the droplets of ass sweat off your mouth, Selen throws her hips back and seals you inside. It’s hell on earth within the superheated confines of Selen’s personal dutch oven. The severe odor pushed out from the depths of her bowels is pressed mercilessly into your face; it feels like her scent is soaking into your very pores!
Above, Selen throws her feet up on the table and shimmies her hips. “PfftahaHAHAAA holy shit, that sounded way too wet! But I learned my lesson from last time, I’m not getting up until you take care of that!”
There’s no getting out of this. Your nostrils flare and start sucking down every molecule of the reeking miasma, no matter how much the rest of your body rejects the smell. Sometimes you’re a bit too aggressive with your inhalations and find your nostrils clogged by Selen’s sweaty ass, but you quickly find a workable pace. The horrid aroma barrels down your airways, imbuing everything in its flavor, and fissures across your lungs. It’s all at once the worst and most divine thing you’ve ever inhaled.
Your legs spasm against the arm of the couch, your hips flash into the air, and your long-teased balls start blasting rope into your boxers. You feel each ejaculation surge through your body while your nose works overtime to filter Selen’s stuffy, fart-soaked ass crack.
“Oh my God, you’re really going for it! Hey, give me a sign or something if it’s too much.”
You can barely hear her. All brain power is focused on processing her noxious farts and emptying your balls. Your loads are getting weaker and less frequent as you finish up huffing her waste, and part of you is thankful to be free of all the non-stop stimulation.
Selen feels your body settle down from its ravenous sniffing. With a smirk, she clenches her fists and manages to push one last rancid bubbly fart between your lips for your trouble. The ungodly smell spraying from her asshole coats your tongue and forces out a quick volley of slightly painful dry orgasms from your overworked testicles, jerking your body like a floundering fish.
“There we go! I don’t know what I ate last night but I’m glad you were around for it.” Chuckling, she wipes the tears from her eyes and stands up. “I guess I can give you a break now, though.”
Light returns to your face. Your breathing and heart rate slow down to normal levels. Selen’s standing over you, a knowing grin spread wide on her lips while her eyes fixate on your crotch. Even without words, it's clear that your relationship has twisted into something more complicated and perverted than “roommates”. This won’t be the last time you find yourself collapsing on the living room couch.