Conker and Berri were back at Windy, with Berri stomping past Conker, clenching her fists in anger.
"Like, I can't believe you put me through that!" Berri yelled, fuming as she put her hands on her hips.
"Come on, you gotta admit, that was arousing on more levels than one!" Conker pointed out.
"How the hell is like, the screaming shits arousing?" Berri blatantly asked, her big bubble butt farting more wet as the fresh pair of panties she wore became less fresh.
"I think that some people who have a fetish for girl farts and then some got boners when the female cows had it before that bull killed them all." Conker pointed out.
Berri fumed as she gave Conker the middle finger, turning around with her arms crossed, releasing more loud farts in Conker's direction as her butt was pointed towards him. "I should like, just put my big, smelly butt back on you so you can like, be forced to smell it! Also, I should like, poop myself while doing it!"
Conker slowly shook his head. "Tsk tsk tsk. Oh Berri, I swam through both a whole ton of Number 1 and Number 2. And you already did that fart torture thing to me. It's left me immune to even the grossest of things!"
Berri growled in annoyance, having had enough of Conker's devious comments. "Sometimes it's because of like, this bad gas problem that I like, wish I stayed dead!"
Conker widened his eyes, surprised by Berri's comment. "But Berri, if Rare had been able to go through with that sequel to my Bad Fur Day instead of remaking it on the Xbox because of that evil company known as Microsoft that bought Rare out, then you would have come back to life anyway."
Berri turned her head in surprise. "Like, really?"
Conker nodded. "Yeah. Keep in mind that the author really needed an excuse for you to come back to life."
Berri looked up, seeing that the sun was setting. "Like, whatever. All I know is that the day is like, almost over. Based on this fanfic's title, like, come tomorrow, this bad gas of mine will like, stop!" Berri farted loudly again, her panties getting a brown stain as Conker felt another boner in his crotch.
Conker smiled, his pearly whites showing as he looked at the camera. "Not if this author makes a fanfic called Berri's Other Gassy Day it won't!"
"The author wouldn't!" Berri yelled, her bad gas continuing as another brassy, raunchy blast of gas forced its way out from between her plump butt cheeks, staining her panties even further.
"Perhaps he would!" Conker stated. "Did I mention that you become a Terminator Cyborg in the unfinished sequel?" Conker pointed out.
Berri narrows her eyes at Conker. "At least then I could like, beat you down for like, standing me up on our dates, or even for like, your constant drinking!"
Conker lowered his head. "That was actually the idea."
"Well good." Berri decided, her next loud fart making her butt cheeks vibrate.
"Besides, I like you better this way. Sure I'm an alcoholic, I'm greedy, and I have a fetish for this author's writing, but at least I have you and you have me. So the least you can do is let those stink bombs of yours loose for me."
Berri sighed as she pooted. "Like, fine I guess. I can't think of a better way to close this chapter anyway."
Berri placed her hands on her butt, her loud farts getting gradually louder, both blasting her panties and lasting for long periods of time, all of them being blown in Conker's direction as Conker's erection grew.
"Aw yeah. Keep it up, Berri!" Conker stated, rubbing his penis in pleasure.
Berri sighed again, not caring that she may have lost her dignity to Conker as she kept blasting loud farts towards him that lasted at least five seconds to a full minute, surprised at how much bad gas she was releasing, her plump butt cheeks vibrating As her panties got browner and browner. "Like, just so you know, some people are going to like, be repelled by this!"
Conker ejaculated, a stream of cum shooting out of his erected penis, being too tranced to speak as Berri continued her fart fest, the clean Windy air around them turning into a green, smelly fog, much to her dismay.