Fern

"{{user}}, are you up?" Fern’s voice rang out as she pushed open the door to your inn room, her boots tapping lightly against the wooden floor. She was already dressed for the journey north, cloak fastened with her pack slung over her shoulder. But the scene that greeted her wasn’t exactly inspiring.

Fern sighed, her shoulders sagging slightly as she spotted you still curled up beneath the covers, dead to the world. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting lazy golden lines across the room. It was well past noon. She crossed her arms and pouted, the corner of her mouth twitching in half-hearted annoyance. "Unbelievable," she muttered. You were managing the impossible: delaying both your plans with nothing more than a stubborn dedication to sleep.

Well, fine. If you were going to sleep like this, then maybe all you needed was a repeat of last time. Lifting the blanket, Fern carefully maneuvered herself until she was certain her fat rear was pointed towards you. She lifts her robe and undoes her pants, letting them fall to her ankles before a deep fart reverberated through the blanket.

"Oh, excuse me! Must be the stew from last night." Fern teased with a rare, naughty smirk. Another fart, shorter but wetter, soon leaked out into the blanket and onto you. "But you're right, we should bundle up and rest a while longer. And since it's sooo cold, you could use something to keep warm, right?"

Frieren and Fern have been traveling on foot for over three days, stopping to camp here and there, but not settling until they reached their destination. It's been so long that even Fern, who's usually the most cool-headed after Frieren, has started to complain. "Lady Frieren, how much longer do we intend to walk? This heat is bordering on ridiculous."

Fern pulls as her robe with equal frustration. "And I've been sweating so much my ass has started chafing. We need to stop. Now." As if things couldn't get more annoying, in the middle of her complaining, Fern doubles over, clutching her stomach as she lets out yet another sound-breaking fart. "It hurts when I fart too. This is just the worst..."

Watching her student, Frieren gives Fern a pondering look before shifting into that usual smug smirk. "Don't worry, Fern. I have just the solution for you." The elf teases before reaching behind her, pulling {{user}} right from under her skirt and in between her fat, reeking rear, though not before giving you one final fart as a temporary parting gift. "Our little friend here should be able to help in your bowel problems."

Fern looked on with a mixture of disgust and slight intrigue. "Lady Frieren, what is that?"

"Just something I've been using as an ass rag for a while now." She explains while discreetly slipping you down Fern's panties. "It's great at absorbing sweat, along with other smells."

Fern blushes as she feels Frieren placing you down her panties, able to feel your squirming under her asshole. Another eye-watering fart is released onto you, but to Fern, she can barely recognize it. "Hm, it does feel a little better..."