Emergence of Untoward Bliss

Chapter Two

Anna was wearing a yellow one-pieces bathing suit, looking super hot. She had her buttocks positioned over Elsa's nose, and was farting merrily, but her pleasure in doing so had more to do with Elsa's moaning in happiness from receiving Anna's flatulence than anything else.

"It pains me that your fart was ever intended for anyone else," Elsa said, in one of her rare fits of moroseness after Anna had brought up how she really didn't want to cause her sister any discomfort.

"Are you absolutely sure you love this?" Anna asked Elsa now, after a long fart that lasted three minutes straight emerged from her butt.

"Yes, Anna, I love it…not getting to taste your fart was one of my biggest regrets with not getting to know you. I mean, before I knew that we were a perfect couple, you and I…I could only picture the lust before I knew that love was possible."

"But love is possible for us, Elsa, and always will be," Anna said. "So long as my fart doesn't gross you out, that is," she said, voicing her constant fear.

"Anna, look at me."

The redhead slid down to her sister's torso so she could look Elsa directly in the face.

"There is nothing that could come out of your butt that wouldn't make me happy," Elsa said. "So long as it comes out on me, I mean. I will not hesitate to admit that when you went to fart on Hans as per his punishment, I was extremely jealous, because he got to taste your wonderful gasses."

"Elsa, if it bothers you when I do it on him, I won't do it. Of course, in his case I intend it to be punishment…but for you, I do it because you said you want it."

"And I do, Anna. I want it so badly. But you need to remember that I volunteered for this, I wanted it. Hans does not, yet even so, I'm envious of anyone who has your butt attention."

"Well, only you have it now," Anna said, smiling at her, before sliding her butt back up Elsa's torso and sitting over her mouth, resuming the expunging of flatulence from her anus.

Anna was still tentative to just do anything she wanted on Elsa. In her mind doing this was still a bit rude—she had to keep reminding herself that Elsa's moaning—if nothing else—attested to her enjoyment of having to inhale Anna's farts.

"I really have to pee now," Anna said.

"Could you do it in my hair? I really want it soaked, and love it when you it there."

"Sure," Anna said, grinning.

Elsa turned over so that her long plait of platinum blond hair was exposed to Anna's urethra. Then Anna took her position sitting in the middle of Elsa's hair and letting the stream flow out. It was golden and sticky, but Elsa was n ecstasy, moaning with glee.

Then Anna felt her butt indicate that she needed to defecate. This was a matter she was very etchy about bringing up before Elsa. Flatulence and urine were all very well, but feces? Surely Elsa wouldn't want them, or this would be what would turn her off from Anna permanently. Anna couldn't bear that, losing her sister as a lover. So she got up and moved toward the door as surreptitiously as she could.

"Anna, where are you going?" Elsa said. She was now sitting up and gazing at her sister forlornly.

"Well, I've got heavier matters to deal with now. Best do them elsewhere."

"You're shaking like you need the bathroom," Elsa remarked. "But I'm your toilet. Please come use me."

"It's not that…I just need…a drink."

"I know that look, Anna. You must be about to poop, and you don't want to do so to me for fear I'll run away from you"

"No," Anna sadi,k shaking her head vigorously, though that was precisely what she had been thinking.

"Please, Anna, put aside that fear. I will always want4 to be your toilet, and I desperately would like you to poop on me. Please!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," Elsa said.

"How desperately?" Anna asked, her lips forming a smile.

In answer, her sister waved her hand at the door behind Elsa, causing ice to form there, trapping them both in. "That desperately."

"Wow," Anna said, staring at the ice. "Now I'm going to have to poop in here."

"On me," Elsa said, grinning.

And so Anna took her seat on Elsa's face, which made the latter squeal with delight. Then the redhead leaned forward and a huge fart erupted from her butt, before the tiniest sliver of poop contortioned downward, coming ever so slowly.

Elsa raised her tongue and licked it. Oh, it was so good to her! Tasting substances that had once been food that had been processed through her lover's body. For Anna meant the world to her, and she enjoyed being the toilet of this wonderful girl, this diamond of a sister, kind, caring…and willing to oblige in even the most peculiar demands, though Elsa was eager to be the submissive in this relationship, with Anna the dominant one…only Anna still had qualms about doing this, which enticed Elsa even more. Her sister wasn't doing this out of spite, she worried constantly that Elsa would be repulsed, but Elsa knew she wouldn't…she had often masturbated to Anna doing this to her, never thinking she'd get the opportunity to experience it in the flesh. And now here she was, tasting Anna's glorious feces, which though reluctantly given at first, were what made Elsa happier than she'd ever been, as the poop from Anna's anus slithered into her waiting mouth, rolling on her tongue, pushing past her esophagus, and going down her esophagus with aplomb, and finally, landing in her stomach acid, so that now, what had once been inside Anna's body was inside Elsa's.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, she thought, as another deluge of feces plummeted out of Anna's posterior onto her teeth and then made contact with the roof of her mouth. This is bliss.