Hermione's Stinkfest

Chapter Four

Susan Bones wanted to fart on Harry Potter.

But going on someone in another House wouldn't be easy. And her farts smelled extremely bad, so he wouldn't want to be around her afterward.

Not that she'd give him a choice.

Before she could come up with a plan to snag Harry, however, she thought she might as well try on a boy in her year in Hufflepuff.

She was leaning for going between Ernie Macmillan and Justin Finch Fletchley. It was hard to decide, so she finally flipped a coin.

Heads for Ernie, tails for Justin.

She tossed it in the air, and it came down spinning on the table in the library. Madam Pince snarled at her. "Why are you making such a racket? This place is for quiet."

Susan was ready to run, and reached to scoop up the coin. She was pleased to see it had landed on tails, though. So she could fart on Justin, yay!

But as she turned the corner, she ran smack dab into Ronald Weasley, who was too busy fiddling with a parcel he had been sent from his brothers that morningt to see where he had been going.

He marched away as though he hadn't noticed that he knocked Susan down, still ripping at the paper.

She stared after him in disbelief. So tactless! Well, she'd have to teach him a lesson. One that didn't' smell very good. Right out of her anus.

Forget Justin for now. Farting on Ron would be really close to going on Harry.

She wanted to cast a spell now to stop him in his tracks, but this hallway was out in the open, and people might see. So she decided to follow him.

He turned down a deserted corridor. Given it was Saturday, classes weren't' in session. And now Susan had her quarry right where she wanted him.

She raised her wand to cast a charm that would make Ron want to duck into an empty classroom. But she didn't even need to cast it, for he seemed eager to open the parcel in secrecy.

Susan crept to the door, then cast a silent spell on her footsteps so she could sneak in.

It was something Hermione had taught her the week before.

They had both been in the girls bathroom with the holes in walls where they captured boys to fart on them without the guys knowing who was releasing.

Personally, Susan preferred this where she'd' capture a guy who and let hm have it, and he would know it was her and not just some random witch who could be any female Hogwarts student.

Although Susan was sure her fart really smelled far worse than a lot of other girl's flatulence. Hermione had to wrinkle her nose while she was releasing it.

Anyway, after releasing a long fart of her own, Hermione had decided to give her knowledge of how to make her footsteps silent.

"Vestigium tacetus!" she said, pointing at her foot and doing a loop.

Then she pushed open the door and as Ron was ripping open the package, she waved her wand in its directon to prevent him from noticing her.

"Tumultus!" she said, pointing at the parcel.

She had a few seconds to enter the room stealthily and shut the door as a loud bang erupted from the parcel wrapping. Susan smiled to herself because even as loud as that was, her fart would be at eardrum-breaking decibels.

"Malfoy's not gonna like this, Ron says, happily, picking up thhe obect that was inside the parcel, the wrapping now lay in pieces across several

Susan crept closer to hm, then stuck her wand against his back.

She was about to zap him with another spell when she got a better idea.

Her butt tingled, and she knew she was ready.

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She was a bit sad she had to use the fart on the open air instead of his face right away. 'Soon," she thought at her butt. "Like a few seconds soon."

Ron rubbed his cheek near his mouth as if he had just been punched in the jaw.

He turned and finally saw her, but she didn't give him a chance to react; barely a second after he pulled his own wand out to meet hers, Susan's butt went off.

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Grinning, she watched as the redhead boy felt as though he had just been kicked in the shins, and fell to the ground as though her were losing a fight.

Susan then dragged him over to a certain spot, before shoving her butt in his face, grinding it over his big nose and all around.

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Ron was forced to stop struggling to push her off and cover his ears from the loud noise.

But Susan was shocked. His face felt so comfortable. Like her posterior belonged here resting on this mug which served as her perfect seat.

No, she thought, shaking her head. This was a warmup to fart on Harry Potter. She needed to not think of this as where she wanted to end up.

Oh darn, she had let too much time pass since her last fart. Wiggling her but, she let out another huge one.

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She breathed a sigh of relief. It felt so good to let all that gas out! And to know that Ron's nose was suffering under her, and that his mind would be entirely focused on how she was dominating him, releasing foul odors he couldn't escape from, in her merciless treatment of hm.

She pinched downward with her butt onto his nose, establishing he wasn't going to get his freedom anytime soon. She kinda wished she could indicate that he was just a morsel to the real dessert, Harry, but she didn't need hm to warn his best friend to be on guard and watch out for her.

The door opened, and Hermione stepped through, immediately gagging. "Gosh, Susan, I could smell that all down the hall!"

"I can't help it that my farts are ginormous,"" Susan said, smiling.

"But why are you farting on Ron?" Hermione asked.

"He taunted me," Susan said, referring to how he had run into her near the library.

"Ah, I see," Hermione said. Then she grimaced. "Oh no, I really need to let some out!" she screeched, clutching her stomach.

She charged at Susan, taking her seat on the Hufflepuff girl's face.

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Susan had never tasted fart squirted directly in her face before. It was horrendous, too, Hermione was known as having one of the strongest butts among girls at Hogwarts (although Susans was famed for being elite and loud, with many of the girls saying they hoped their boyfriends never got punished by her posterior.

When she finally managed to stop gagging from all the meat and potato farts clouding her throat, she started to speak, but Hermione leaned forward sexually and released another one.

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Why was Hermione doing this to her? She was supposed to release fart on boys, that was the point of the bathroom cubicle holes. Not to release on witches.

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This was unbearable! Her whole head felt as though it were throbbing. The smells of rotten bacon and carrots and broccoli with cheese thwarted Ssuan's nostrls.

After another ten minutes of gagging, Hermione finally gave her a bit of breathing room.

"Why are you releasing on me?" Susan finally asked. "There must be plenty of wizards you can do this on! Why go on a Hufflepuff like me?"

"Girl, don't' you get it?" Hermione asked. "Me fartng on you means I'm saying you're worthy of smelling my flatulence. You should feel honored.

"But Hermione, you fart is worse than most who went in that bathroom! Everyone says so!

"Not worse than yours," Hermione says. She eased Susan's mouth open, then set her buttcheeks in front of it in such a way that she couldn't close it.

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For half an hour, Hermione didn't stop giving Susan the foul treatment her anus craved delivering.

Ounce after ounce swarmed Susan's throat. She imagine this must be what pipes felt like when wastes when don't them. Except pipes weren't human.

Feeling helpless between a cute ass as a witch when you should be able to use magic to break out in theory, but not having her wand at hand…

She felt like her energy was being drained from her. The worst part was, she could only manage to crank out some soft farts on Ron's face, because she couldn't focus beng the subjugated one.

Finally, when she could breathe again, and Hermione had resorted to grinding about her face, she asked her question

"Is there any particular reason you feel the need to do this to me?" she nq0iured. "As opposed to say, Hannah Abbott if you must go on one of us Hufflepuff girls? She seems like a better choice."

"Hannah doesn't have her butt in the face of the guy I—I mean, one of my nearest and dearest friends," Hermione said.

"Wait, are you saying you really like Ron?" Susan asked. "I didn't know. Ill get off him and fart on someone else."

"You will stay right where you are!" Hermione barked. She shifted down to Susan's chest, and let out a humungous stink.

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"Gosh, I wish Slughorn was hosting a party, and you were invited, and the boy you liked was there, Hermione said. "Let's imagine it. You sidle up to hm. You're wearing a gorgeous dress. He smiles at you." Susan grinned, picturing it. Hermione continued. "Then he leans in close to kiss you. Everything is going perfectly, until…"

Susan waited with suspense. What would go wrong in Hermione's scenario?

"Until he smells your breasts, soaked with my fart," Hermione said. "He'll be so disgusted that he will walk away without kissing you, and not come back. You'll never have another chance with him."

"That's mean, Hermione," Susan said, a tear trickling down her cheek but doing sideways as she was laying horizontal, and splashing her ear.

"I'm being extremely nice," Hermione said. "How many girls can say they had their breasts farted on by Hermione Granger? Not very many, I assure you."

She bounced her butt back up across Susan's neck and up her chin, finally resting it on her nose again.

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That was the worst fart Susan had been forced to inhale all day. She could seeor rather, smellwhy Hermione had one of the most underable anuses in the castle. Oh gosh…

"You ask why I'd' release this on you instead of Hannah," Hermione said. "II shall tell you. You are a champion, and I feel that fartng on a champion is so much fun. But Hannah…well, her fart is more like squeaks. She needs more potency for me to give her fart time. But you've definitely earned it."

She put herself in an erotic pose, as if enticing Susan to fall in love with her position.

"Kiss my butt," Hermione instructed.

Susan didn't want to. She kept her lips still.

"I said, kiss my butt! Do not ignore my demands!"

"I thought you were nicer than this," Susan remarked.

"I'm letting a beautiful girl like you inhale all my farts for an extended period of time," Hermione said. "Do you know how many people would be jealous if they knew you were in this position right now?"

"Very few, I bet," Susan muttered.

"I heard that!" Hermione snapped. "And everyone I fart on misses my butt afterward. Draco always faces the Gryffindor table now when in the Great Hall, and I make sure to sit with my back to him, so hell stare at my backside, and my butt when he can get a chance to look. And Cho Chang never stops staring at my ass when Im near her. I conquered them, and I will conquer you, too!"

"So I was right," Susan said. "You're farting on me because I'm a Hufflepuff. To add to your House fart collection.

"What are you talking about?"

"You have Draco, a Slytherin, Cho, a Ravenclaw, and now me, a Hufflepuff,' Susan remarked.

"Oh my, you're right!" Hermione said, "I wasn't planning on that. Wow."

"No one from your own House, though. Something's fishy about that."

"Okay, I'm tired of you pushing my buttons," Hermione said. "Good thing I have a full load of fart remaining to punish you with."

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"That is so gross! Please stop!" Susan begged.

"I ordered you to kiss my butt, you're not doing it, and you expect me to stop releasing gas?" Hermione asked, as if she couldn't believe Susan could be so ungrateful. "My posterior wants your lips to smack it. And they better do so, or I wont let you breathe fresh air for a few days."

"What? You can't do that," Susan said.

"I will!" Hermione shouted, bouncing hard around Susan's face, as if claiming it as her seat that she was unwilling to relinquish. "I can keep you bound here and get some food from the kitchens. I'm sure the house elves will deliver stuff that smells worse coming out that end than any of my farts hitherto did."

"You're kidding," Susan said.

"Absolutely not!" Hermione said. She patted her buttcheeks. "Now kiss! Accept that you have been conquered, by the reigning Hogwarts fart princess."

Susan felt more tears roll across her face She wanted to be the fart princess. Let it all out on whomever she wanted. Why did Hermione have to do this to her?

Very slowly, she kissed the massive buttcheek before her. And even though it smelled terrible, she found herself kissing it harder, and even as blasts of pure stink squirted up her nostrils, she still felt an immense warmth from this posterior that was dominating her.

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Even through her gagging, her heart became racing fast. Hermione was right—she had conquered Susan. But even though she had cried but a few minutes before, she now felt exhilarated. Hermione had chosen her out of the entire Hufflepuff house to take this fart. She could have chosen Hannah Abbott, or Justin Finch-Fletchley, or Ernie Macmillan. But instead she chose her-Susan Bones, and was even letting her kiss that beautiful butt.

The best part was, Ron had taken to kissing Susans butt without being told. He seemed to understand that he wasn't going to be moving from thais position, and unfortunately for Susan, her anus' ammunition seemed to have run dry, and so perhaps Ron had taken to see this as an interesting opportunity.

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Although Hermione's farts got worse and worse, Susan felt herself minding them just a little less. Hermione instructed her to kiss in a heart pattern, starting from her anus, then rising in an arc up a butt-cheek, kiss by kiss, then doing the same on the other butt-cheek, finally letting her lips smooch Hermione's butt in several places downward slant till they came close to meeting on each cheek.

Then after giggling uncontrollably, Hermione put bright red lipstick on Susan's lips, then instructed her to repeat the pattern. This time the lip imprints made the pattern super clear, so now anyone could tell that Hermione's butt had been kissed in a heart-shaped pattern.

And now Susan had visible proof of her love for Hermione's ass. If she had any doubt before, it was shaken now. She didn't even feel like fighting anymore, even as nasty meat farts, mixed with some rancid cabbage farts, assaulted her throat.

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Waves and waves of it washed over Susan, as if bathing her in the gas. When Hermione remoed her shirt and farted on Susan's bare breasts, claiming Susan's body for her pleasure, she wasn't' even disgusted at the thought that a boy would flee if he couldn't stand the smell of her breasts, lathered with Hermiones wonderful gas.

Because this was pleasure. Being owned by Hermione's ass. Her plaything. Not being able to escape. Knowing Hermione could keep you here forever, if she wanted.

And no matter how many times she swallowed the gas, and thought it must be worse than before, and it was irrational to enjoy this, the lip prints on Miss Granger's butt reminded her. You adore this Susan. You love being subjected to this.

And most of all, Susan was proud. To be conquered by this butt…it made her almost forget her aspirations. Hermione had chosen her, and she was so happy, that she nearly forgot that without Ron being in the right place at the right time, this may not have happened.

But Ron's vigorous making out with her butt reminded her. She let out a tiny fart, all she could muster.

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Hermione bounced her butt around Susan's face again. "Guess you've run out of steam," she said, happily. "That's what happens when you accept your fate. And now for your favorite thing in the entire world! My fart!"

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Susan gagged continuously, as if she had just swallowed an entire bottle of Dimetapp followed by a quart of Pepto Bismol.

She squeezed her arm around Hermione's midriff, as if demanding more, as if wondering why this cute Gryffindor girl wasn't pushing her butt down so hard on her face that Susan wouldn't breathe, because right now, as her heart raced super fast in her chest, pouding, she could only think of one thing.

She dreaded the moment when she'd inhale fresh air again, completely untainted by Hermione's fart. This was where she belonged, and she wanted to last as long as possible.

If only it could be forever.