Chapter 2
by 
Gassipons
What does Liz do next?
Farts in Morgan's face
Liz knew she couldn't bear the pain of holding the gas in, and Morgan was going to have to get used to her gassy ways sooner or later, so why not just go all in and get it over with? Break the ice, in a weird sort of way.
And Liz could feel how big this one was going to be. How could she possibly pass up such a perfect opportunity to show off? Morgan's face was even at the perfect height for maximum impact.
Liz sidled over, turning on the spot and hanging in silence with her rear facing Morgan, who quirked a brow.
"Uh... Liz? You okay?" Morgan snickered at first. Her amusement lapsed into confusion as Liz turned back with a cheeky grin.
"Oh, I'm about to be..."
Liz pulled her fluffy tail to one side and reached over to grab Morgan by the back of the head. Either this
A deep, full fart rumbled into her tight jeans, pounding the denim and by extension Morgan's face. Liz's grasp had her locked in tight, unable to twist her head or remove her snout from between Liz's cheeks. All she could do was sit there with mounting confuzzlement and take the warmth and heat in full. What's more is the fart just kept going. Fifteen full seconds later it sputtered out and Liz relinquished Morgan's head. She could have quite easily kept it going for longer if she wasn't too busy laughing her head off.
"Oh, geez! I knew I had to fart but I didn't know I had to<i> that </i>bad!"
.Most furs would have felt some degree of shame letting rip into someone's face like that, but Liz had done this too many times in the past to care. It was almost a sign of affection between her and her pals back home, but she had to remind herself she wasn't back home anymore
Liz grimaced awkwardly as she turned around to gauge Morgan's reaction...