Just A Game Intro

My story, also published elsewhere.

Disclaimers: NSFW. This has F/M fart fetish content, so if you're not into that don't read. All characters are 18+, readers should be too. Sections are marked by dotted lines, so for the plot heavy sections feel free to skip to the next set of dotted lines, if you'd like.

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Peter remained dead focused on the red solo cup in front of him. He bounced the ping pong ball clean over the cup, then grabbed it back. Dammit this was frustrating.

The girl to his left, Taylor, slapped the cup away from in front of him. "Too slow, Petey!" She passed her cup to Grace, to his right, who giggled.

Peter groaned in frustration and grabbed the cup in front of him. There wasn't even any alcohol in it to drink, which was the fun part of slap cup, it was just an empty cup. A stupid empty cup which he once again missed with the stupid uncooperative ping pong ball. Grace passed her cup to her twin Elena (people called them twins even though Elena's parents were Peruvian and Grace's parents were from Akron Ohio, they were just that close of friends).

"Hurry up and pass your cup Pete I need a chance to slap Elena," Grace joked.

"What you mean slap me girl," Elena said while fiercely giggling, "you only get to slap my cup. Take your time Petey."

Petey. Taylor used that nickname to get under his skin, and now other people were picking it up. He didn't want the group of girls taking on a pack mentality - with him as the prey. Peter tried to put the thought aside but still missed the cup.

"Come on Peter, you got this," said Avery. Avery was the whole reason Peter had came to this pregame in the first place. They were pretty close, texting frequently, hanging out in group settings occasionally, and having lunch together after their shared classes most week days. They shared a sense of humor, and Avery had told him they were weird in the same way, which he took as a complement. But if he were honest, he wanted to be closer to her, and her invite to this pregame seemed like another chance for that. Peter cleared his mind, and smoothly bounced the ping pong ball into the cup.

Elena passed her cup further right to Vanya. Vanya was all focus, no bullshit, her intense dark eyes staring down the cup through her intense black winged eyeliner. She didn't drink often - more of a weed gal - but was wicked good at drinking games anyways. She got the ping pong ball in in a single try and passed her cup to Avery.

The game would be over once all the cups in the center circle had been used, all the way down to the game-ending "death cup" in the center. Since not everyone drank, they were all empty of beer, but even sober, slap cup took on a competitive intensity.

Grace passed her cup to Elena while Avery passed hers to Mae Rose. Mae missed, but did so cheerfully, as she did all things. Elena passed her cup to Vanya, who passed to Avery, who slapped away Mae Rose's cup.

"Sorry Mae!" Avery apologized as she slapped her cup away and passed her cup back to Taylor.

"No worries girl! It's all in the game!" Mae replied as she took another cup from the center. It was getting closer to the death cup and the end of the game.

Taylor got the ping pong ball in pretty easily, but took her time passing her cup to Peter. "Hey, give me that!"

"What, this old thing? Must have slipped my mind, Petey," Taylor said, to the raucous laughter of Grace and Elena. She waited a moment longer until Mae Rose got the ball in, then both cups were passed at the same time.

"Say, we're getting pretty close to the center y'all." Taylor didn't even shoot, just watched Peter fumble trying to bounce the ball in with a smug look of amusement. "Since loosing with the death cup usually means chugging a beer or taking a shot, but I can't drink because of soccer training and Vanya doesn't feel like drinking tonight, we should come up with a dare for the loser to do so it still has stakes."

The group murmured in agreement. Peter looked up to see the nods of assent from the other five girls and glance at the death cup. While he was looking away, Taylor got her ball in and slapped his cup out of the way. He took another cup and refocused.

"I think that would be fun," Grace said. "Any ideas?"

"They could drink hot sauce or something, maybe?" Mae Rose suggested.

"Lame! They should drink sweat from Grace's smelly armpits," said Elena.

"Girl you're the smelly one," Grace said as she passed her cup to Elena.

"Drink that lysol spray," Vanya suggested.

The suggestions of what to drink escalated as Peter passed his cup on. "Bleach!" "Refrigerant!" "Car battery acid!"

"Guys be for real we aren't doing that," Mae Rose interjected.

"They should kiss my butt," Taylor said with her chin jutted upwards. Everyone laughed it off as a joke, but Peter squirmed a little as no one proposed counter offers. There was no way he would be doing that if he lost, but more importantly, there was no way he was losing now. Not with Taylor seeing another chance to belittle him. He knew Avery was her roommate but he still wished she wouldn't hang out with Taylor, who always seemed to be trying to put something over on him even though he had barely interacted with her.

The pair of cups and ping pong balls were passed around the circle. Every now and again a cup would clatter loudly to the ground, or the group would laugh at Grace and Elena's antics, or they would cheer when someone got the ping pong ball in on the first try, which meant the cup could be passed off at random.

Finally it was down to the death cup, sudden death. The cups were passed along, but everyone was playing their best. Taylor put her hand on Peter's shoulder and squeezed teasingly. Peter looked to her and felt his arms grow weak with dread. The death cup was passed to him and he strained to get the ball in, once, twice, three times. Just as he got it in, Taylor's hand flew in from the left and knocked his cup aside. That was game.

Peter looked at the cup limply. Most of the girls were cheering Taylor or trying to console Peter that he had played a good game, but Peter remembered Taylor's threat of what happened to the loser. He looked at her, and saw her staring back smugly, a grin spreading across her face. She remembered too.

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"Looks like you're the big loser, Petey," Taylor taunted.

"Hey, good game though buddy," Mae Rose assured him.

"We all know what happens to the loser though, don't we," Taylor reasserted. Slowly it dawned on the others what the dare had been.

"Wait, we're still doing that?" Vanya asked.

"Oh my God I almost forgot!" Grace said, giddy.

"Yo come on how is that fair," Peter said, almost pleading with the group.

"Hey, rules are rules buddy. Get ready to kiss my butt," Taylor said. She hiked her leggings up and swayed her hips, her long brown hair swaying with them.

"This is literally soo funny though," Elena laughed.

"This is fucked up," Peter protested.

"Too bad. Don't be a sore loser. On your knees," Taylor commanded.

Grace and Elena crowded close. Mae Rose looked at him pityingly. Vanya feigned disinterest but still sat on the kitchen counter to get a better view. Peter looked to Avery like the whole group had lost its mind. Usually she'd take his side when Taylor got to be annoying. But instead she shrugged to him, and a sly smile played across her face. Defeated, Peter sank to his knees.

"That's a good sport," Taylor said with a chuckle. She spun around, then slowly bent down to stick her butt out. "Now, pucker up for me, Petey."

Peter's face burned red. This was only the second girl he'd have kissed. But he decided to just get it over with.

He gave a quick peck to one of her butt cheeks. Grace and Elena burst out laughing and Avery bit her lower lip, watching intently.

Taylor looked back and frowned. "Did you do it? Come on, I didn't even feel that, don't try to cheat. Give me a nice deep smooch, right in the middle here." She tapped a spot between her butt cheeks with her pointer finger, then with the same finger beckoned him to move closer.

Peter burned with resentment, and embarrassment, and anxiety. But if he was honest, he also buzzed with arousal. There was something so erotic about a woman being so dominant with her ass, even if it was Taylor who deeply annoyed him and done half as a joke, and even - or because? - it was so thoroughly humiliating.

He tried to take his thoughts off his dick and the wide, toned, athletic ass before him and looked to the group for a way out. Mae Rose seemed sympathetic, but all the others watched expectantly - Elena with her hand over her mouth in disbelief, Vanya no longer feigning boredom, Avery with a playfully raised eyebrow. Avery had her blonde hair cut short in a bob hairstyle, normally left cutely framing her face, but tucked both sides behind her ears as she watched what he would do with interest.

"Ugh," Peter conceded. He moved a little closer on his knees, bent forward, and pressed his face between Taylor's ass cheeks and kissed.

As he kissed, he felt Taylor's hand grab the back of his head and pull him in deep, almost sitting on him while she shimmied her hips and rubbed his face in her ass. For a moment, he was buried in it. She let go and he pulled back in shock.

Grace and Elena laughed uproariously. Peter wiped his mouth in disgust.

"What the hell Taylor!" he shouted. Grace and Elena bent double laughing, which made Vanya and Avery break out chuckling with them, while Mae Rose snorted but politely covered her face.

"Sorry Petey, it was too easy. Plus I had to make sure you weren't trying to cheat out of giving my butt a real smooch again." Taylor patted his head in mock sympathy.

"Oooooh myyyy Goood that was funny!" Elena squealed. "You totally gave him a stinkface! Ah ha ha ha! You got him with that!"

Peter glared at her, but Elena still nearly had tears in her eyes from laughing at him. "Hey, come on, you have to admit that was funny. She totally got you." She offered a hand to help him up.

He was still humiliated, but just shook his head. He took Elena's hand and rose to his feet. "Yeah, got me, I guess," Peter said, rubbing his neck.

"Y'all are out of pocket," Vanya said, hopping off her seat on the counter. "You're a good sport though Peter."

"Yeah that was funny Peter. You're too funny," Grace told him, as she finally got her laughter under control.

Peter still felt a little dazed by what happened. His thoughts strayed, briefly, to how good it felt to feel his face smushed against Taylor's butt cheeks, how powerless he felt with her hand on the back of his head, but he pushed them aside.

"Another game?" Said Avery, picking up some of the cups. The group assented.

Peter looked to Taylor and tried to ignore the buzz he felt in his chest when she looked back at him with dangerous eyes.

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Peter still felt a little shaken through the next game. He played with determination, but not with much skill, and his nerves buzzed anytime he had the ball.

The game reached the final cup again. Peter refused to give up, and managed to pass the death cup away, breathing a sigh of relief. But then Elena got the cup in one try, and passed the cup back to Peter, out of order. He wasn't prepared, and just looked at the cup in shock.

"Ha ha, gotta pay attention, Petey!" Elena told him.

"It's your turn Peter! Go!" Avery shouted to him. He fumbled with the ping pong ball, unsettled.

He tried to calm himself, but then Vanya got the ball in her cup in one try, and passed it off to Taylor.

He bounced and missed. Taylor bounced and missed. He went again. And then her hand slapped his cup away - again.

"Lost again, Petey. Tough luck," Taylor said smugly.

"I think we should change up the dare," Avery said. "Keep it from getting repetitive."

Taylor, who was getting ready to gloat, seemed to deflate a little.

"Yeah, let's think of something else this time," Mae Rose said, sounding a bit remorseful about the first dare. Her auburn bangs bounced a little as she nodded her head.

Most of the group nodded, but there was a momentary silence while Peter looked on expectantly. He didn't suggest anything, for fear it would be shot down as trying to get off easy. Instead he let the girls think.

"He could drink hot sauce," Vanya suggested.

"We already said that one before! Be creative," Grace demanded.

"He could, like, kiss someone else's butt," Avery said, then bit her lip. Peter felt a buzz of anticipation pass through him at his friend's words, and wondered if she meant her butt. He wondered where this was coming from.

But then Elena interrupted, "No, we already did that. It would have to be like, he kisses their foot, or he kisses their butt but their pants are down, or something."

"I think Peter should do my calculus homework, I hear he's pretty good at it," Mae Rose suggested. Peter chuckled, he was glad someone was dialing things back a notch.

But then Taylor spoke up. "I think the loser should sniff my butt this time. For a minute, uninterrupted."

Peter looked to her concerned, but Grace agreed at once. "Ha ha yeah, that's a good one."

"Yeah, that's funny," Elena seconded.

"Hey, how is that a fair penalty? Last time it was over in 10 seconds. Plus how do I know you won't rub your butt in my face again," Peter protested.

"Let's put it to a vote," Taylor suggested.

"I vote no!" Peter shouted.

"Well, I vote yes," Taylor retorted.

"I've gotta agree with Peter, this doesn't seem fair," Mae Rose said in his defense. "I still vote we make him drink hot sauce."

"I vote yes, cuz it's funny," Elena said.

"I'm with Elena. Sorry Petey," Grace added on.

"I vote no, that's like, dumb," Vanya said. Peter looked to her gratefully.

The group looked to Avery, who stayed silent a moment. She looked to Peter, then to Taylor, then frowned. It was 3 to 3, she was the deciding vote.

"What if... to make sure no one takes advantage... we have a timer, and someone holds your head at the right distance? So it's fair," Avery said, and nodded decisively. Peter squirmed.

"Ok yeah, but it's gotta be loud enough that we can all hear, so we know he's doing it," Grace asserted.

"All in agreement say aye," Taylor said.

"Aye," Grace, Elena, and Avery said in unison.

"Hey, this still isn't fair! How does me being held in place help?" Peter demanded.

"Hey, democracy is democracy. End of discussion," Avery asserted.

Elena grabbed Peter by the elbow from one side while Grace did the same from the other, restraining him though he made no effort to escape.

Taylor walked up to the couch, then gracefully bent over the arm and popped her ass out. She placed her hands on the arm of the couch and looked back to Peter expectantly. "Your sniffing awaits," Taylor taunted. Elena and Grace laughed, and escorted him in front of her.

Avery appeared at his side. "Hey, it's alright, ok? It'll be over with quick." she said, as if to reassure him. She put her hand on his shoulder and pushed down. "Now on your knees."

Peter let Avery's hand guide him down. He didn't know how she could be so gentle while forcing him to sniff someone's butt. He kept looking at her as he got to his knees, with Grace and Elena kneeling next to him, still pleading with his eyes that she might call this off. Instead she turned his head with her hand towards the ass in front of him.

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Taylor's ass was, quite frankly, huge. All of the girls' asses in the friend group were pretty damn nice, but Taylor's was the biggest. She had a bit of weight on her, but far from being out of shape, she was a soccer player who packed a fair amount of muscle, especially in her legs, and the fat only added to her curves. Her thick thighs joined with wide hips, and together with the weight and muscle her ass was considerably bigger than Peter's head. Looking at it from this close, Peter could see how tight the fabric of her black leggings was stretched out.

"Ok, I've got the timer ready," Elena said next to him, one arm still locked around his as though to hold him in place.

"You ready, Petey?" Taylor asked. She sniffed at the air, jokingly. "Make sure you're sniffing loud enough that we can all hear it."

Peter groaned. This was humiliating. He put his nose closer and tentatively sniffed. It wasn't too bad, at least, even though he hated the idea of it.

"C'mon, closer and louder, then we'll start the timer for real," Grace told him.

He felt Avery's hand on the back of his head grab a handful of his hair and push him until the tip of his nose just brushed against the fabric of Taylor's pants, close enough to feel her body heat radiating towards him. He trusted Avery enough to not rub his face in it like Taylor had, but for some reason she was gripping his hair pretty hard.

He sniffed loudly, and Elena announced, "Your minute starts now."

Grace and Elena giggled as he breathed in deep through his nose. Now that he was a bit closer, he thought he could detect a tinge of sweat, but it was nothing overwhelming - though he didn't much like being laughed at.

Vanya broke down laughing, briefly, then said, "Naw, y'all are too much for this, you got him sniffing butt cheeks for loosing a drinking game, how does this even happen." For some reason, that set Mae and Avery off laughing with Grace and Elena. Peter felt his cheeks and ears burn with embarrassment. He was ticking the seconds off in his head - twenty seconds in, almost halfway.

That was when he heard a sound in front of him, a squeak that grew into a trumpeting *pfrrrrttttt*. He felt hot air blow across his face from Taylor's ass and froze.

"Oops," Taylor said, covering her mouth with her hand with mock politeness.

"Oh my god, did you just fart?" Grace said in shock. She lept back from holding Peter's arm in place. "Augh, that stinks!" she said in disgust.

Elena also stood back, then burst out laughing. "Oh my god, you farted right on his face!"

Peter struggled to pull back, but Avery held his head in place, his nose milimeters from ground zero.

"Umm, I remember the dare being to sniff my butt *uninterrupted*? You don't get to chicken out now," Taylor said, glaring down at Peter over her shoulder while he looked up at her from his position kneeling behind her. "Go on then," she commanded, enjoying her power over him. "Sniff my fart."

Peter squirmed a little, but Avery held his head firm. He sniffed, then instinctively wrinkled his face in disgust. Her gas smelled sour, and sickly. He sniffed again, but swore he could feel the gasses burning his throat, and he briefly broke out coughing.

Grace and Elena doubled over laughing, almost brought to tears. Vanya laughed with them, but muttered a quiet, "Naw, this is wild." Mae Rose tried to hold her laughter in, but slipped into another room and broke down laughing.

"Yeah, sniff my butt, nice and deep," Taylor ordered. "Get a nice deeeep whiff." Peter struggled to keep going.

"Hey, you're alright Peter, almost there," Avery told him. A strand of hair had fallen down on his face, but she brushed it back. She was telling him to keep sniffing up Taylor's farts, but for some reason he still found it comforting.

He sniffed again, and again. It was a truly vile smell, like someone had forgotten leftovers in a tupperware long enough to rot and now they were opening it in his face. He felt his stomach turn and struggled to keep sniffing.

"That's it, ten more seconds," Avery told him while glancing at the timer.

"Yeah Peter, you've got this!" Mae Rose added, before she started giggling again.

"3..." Avery told him. He took in one more long, loud, sniff. "2... 1!" She let go of his hair and he collapsed back, his legs tucked under him while he rested back on his hands. Taylor turned to look down at him and gloat.

This was, he felt certain, the most humiliating moment of his life so far. But even so, he felt that he could get rock hard in an instant. There was a feeling, one he usually tried to suppress, that getting dominated by a woman's ass - even farted on - was the most erotic thing in the world. He thought of the horrific smell, coupled with Taylor looking down at him like a dog while the whole group of girls laughed at him, of being made to sniff her ass twice now. He thought of Avery's hands, caressing his face but holding him fast in place even as he suffered and struggled.