Cover art: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/56.....oad-successful


You and Emily find a good spot to watch the sunset together from - a cozy cloud hill. You sit down on the pleasant fluffy surface and relax after a long rollercoaster of a day.

Since you’d been feeling down lately, barely leaving your house, Emily made sure to remind you of the simple joys of the afterlife. As always, her methods worked flawlessly and you started feeling better.

So now you and the seraph are sitting near each other, taking a moment of silence to admire the slowly darkening splashes of colours in the sky. You think about how much you treasure Emily. Well, all angels do a lot for the Heaven’s residents and they all are worthy of being worshipped, but Emily’s specialty is that she’s an utter sweetheart. No soul in Heaven is just as kind, welcoming, and helpful as she is.

And now, as Emily gazes at the sunset, mesmerized, you watch her, out of the corner of your eye, careful not to distract her. And then your feelings get the best of you. Your arm wraps around the seraph’s shoulders and pulls her into a loving hug. Emily’s focus on the sky is abruptly broken, and she squeaks in surprise, losing her balance and falling against your side. But then she gives a light-hearted giggle and snuggles closer, gently placing her hand on your arm to hold you close too. Three of her six wings wrap around your back. You feel like the happiest person in Heaven, her affectionate response resonating within and melting your heart into a puddle.

Some time passes in that blissful silence. None of you feel like words are needed.

At one moment the cool twilight air is warmed up and… a stench steadily fills your nose. It’s a piquant scent you can describe as reeking of rotten veggies and eggs. Looking down, you notice that Emily’s face turned bright crimson and that it wears an expression of pained embarrassment.

“Emily?...”.

The very first word you speak makes her panic instantly. She tears away from you. “Anon, I’m so, so, SO sorry!”, - she frantically says, locking her hands in a pleading manner: “I didn’t… I just….! I.. I mean! Please, please, please, forgive me!”, – the poor seraph finally breaks down, tightly shutting her eyes with tiny tears forming in the corners.

“Emily, stop! I’m not mad!”, - you grab her hands carefully and pull them down to look at her face. Emily, interrupted mid-sentence, freezes, looking at you with wide eyes and slightly opened lips. The smell of her gas is slowly dissipating in the fresh evening breeze, but it’s still around. That’s a lot she’s let out…

“I thought the smell wouldn’t reach you”, - Emily half-whispers, averting her eyes in remorse: “But instead it stunk so much! I ruined this moment for us”.

“Em, come on! You didn’t ruin anything”, - you say, patting her hands with yours to calm her down: “I actually like the smell”.

Emily flinches slightly from your words and looks at you in disbelief: “…You do?”.

“Y-yes. I guess I’ve just… always liked... c-certain bad smells? It’s a weird peculiarity of mine…”, - you stammered, now feeling kind of uneasy with those innocent purple eyes staring straight into your soul. After all, you just blurted out your secretive fetish, even if you worded it vaguely. Was that the right thing to do? Well, whatever, right now you hope it could help Emily feel better.

“Usually people come to Heaven for pleasant things”, - Emily curiously ponders: “I’ve never heard a winner say they like bad smells before. This is so new to me!”.

“Well, maybe that’s because nothing smells bad in Heaven”, - you try to come up with a good explanation: “So there’s no point for other winners in admitting to that”.

“Hmmm, yes, that’s true... Or maybe they don’t feel comfortable sharing that”, - Emily quickly nods and then perks up: “But since you already admitted you like my… winds… would you like me to give you more?”.

Noticing your worried face, she soothingly waves her hands: “And don’t worry, I’ll be fine! Just ask and I’ll do it for you. I think that’ll be enough of a bad smell for you”. She waits for your answer, still blushing and having the most darling small smile on her face. She really wants to make you even happier. There are just no limits for Emily when it comes to cheering winners up.

You feel your heart beat faster. Lust mercilessly demolishes any doubts you were having. Ah, what the heck? Even if Sera somehow knows and gets mad, you’ll still take the chance.

“That’s a great idea, Emily!”, - you praise: “Because honestly if I had to choose a bad smell to enjoy, it would be yours”.

“Oh my… um, thank you?”, - Emily modestly smiles, not sure if she should feel flattered. Her stomach suddenly roars, prompting both of you to look at it in astonishment. The seraph covers it with both hands, giggles, and says: “My belly was feeling pretty uneasy since noon. But it’s started to growl only now”. Another gravely gurgle resounds from her midriff, such a natural sound coming from an ethereal being, a seraph girl. Your hand reaches out to it, and Emily takes her hands off the stomach, allowing you to touch it.

You press your fingers into her slim belly and trace the soft surface all the way past the belt. Emily watches you do that. When you press harder, she groans and says: “I can feel it swirl around inside of me! And it kind of hurts when you touch my belly so roughly…”.

“Sorry”, - you apologize and use your whole palm to pat her stomach more lightly, and she gives an approving nod. The goal is to coax the winds to move southward and so you do, giving her small firm rubs and massaging. With closed eyes, Emily shivers under your touch, obviously already nervous. You can’t believe you are actually going to make a seraph fart for you. This feels like a fever dream.  

With half-lidded eyes, Emily whispers: “Anon, I’m going to let it out!”.

You lean down, holding your face above her groin. That makes Emily cover her mouth with both hands and blush again. She feels the churning buildup of gas approach her exit and whimpers. Finally, you can hear a short hiss underneath her puffy skirt. And then it turns into a whispery rattle bubbling between her thighs, quiet but very much audible for you.

It takes about six seconds for the fart to wholly leave her insides, Emily fidgeting a little, the fart probably tickling her buttocks. By the end of the release the seraph relaxes, and the rest comes out in a louder wet popping, the sound making her clench her teeth and tense up again. When it quiets down, the seraph raggedly exhales, embarrassed by the sounds her butt is making.  

All the while thick stream of gas is brushing against your nostrils. You hungrily take in that bittersweet odour, trying to savour as much of the huge sulphuric-tainted cloud as you can before it disappears.

“Wow, I see you REALLY like it!”, - Emily says in amazement, fanning the air in front of her nose: “Gosh, it stinks…”.

“I think it smells wonderful! Thank you so much~”, - you coo contently, and go back to sniffing the remaining puffs of her gas.

“You’re welcome!”, - Emily says in a cheerful yet shocked voice. She watches you sniff up the rest of the gas. After that is done, you straighten up, your gaze locked on the clouds beneath you. Now that your need is partly quenched, you find it difficult to look the seraph in the eyes.

“Uh oh, I think I’ll need to break wind again soon”, - Emily says. You raise your eyes, seeing the seraph glance down at her tummy.

“Can I…?”, - you ask in a hoarse voice.

“Sniff it too?”, - she asks, and you nod.

“Yes…” , - you say carefully: “If you don’t feel like doing this anymore, it’s okay, you know”.

“No, no, I’m fine!”, - she says with a determined look: “I’ll let you sniff as much as you need! It’s such a small thing I could provide for a friend, and I won’t let you down!”.

It’s your turn to blush. You feel a little guilty using the seraph’s naivety like this, but you are unable to stop now: “Could you lay on your side, please?”.

“Sure!”, - Emily does just that, the long skirt draping over her hip and showing the curves of her plump butt. You settle into a comfortable position on your side too so that your nose is close to that cute gassy tush, almost nuzzling it. A faint smell of leftover gas is still emanating from it.

Emily moans quietly, clutching her stomach, and allows the next stinker to discharge. Soft hiss blasts from her bum, and the air around your face humidifies severely. The smell is more bitter this time, but you like it even more now.

“Whew! At least it wasn’t too strong”, - Emily comments, now completely used to you smelling her gas: “That previous longer one kinda made my underwear a little bit wet… Oh no! I think, I said too much”.

“It’s okay, Em”, - you say as you inhale her warm fumes: “By the way, I didn’t know seraphs could fart”.

“Of course we can! We are living beings just like humans”, - she answers airily: “On days like this, I have to be careful not to accidentally smother someone with my gas, especially Sera. She wouldn’t say anything, but she keeps quiet in a way that makes me feel SO judged every time! And I really shouldn’t have let my guard down and sprayed you with all those winds without a warning. Still feel bad for that”, - she admits, shrugging.

“I’m glad you did”, - you say: “Think of that as making a lovely surprise for me! And if you didn’t, I would have never had the courage to tell you I like smelling gas”.

Emily blinks and nods understandingly. “Oh, so it’s specifically gas you like”, - she mutters: “What about any other bad smells?”.

“Nope, just gas”, - you smirk.

“Alright, I heard you”, - she replies and then claps her hands: “Then it’s decided – if you need more, just ask me and I’ll get myself gassy for you again! Well, not anytime though… I could fart for you on calm evenings like this one, when we can be all alone, okay?”.

You nod, and she beams. Then Emily’s belly emits a very loud and long growl, making her gasp: “Dear God! Again?”.

“You’re such a gassy angel”, - you tease, patting her loud belly: “Who knew seraphim could be so full of gas?~”.

“I know, right?”, - Emily agrees and looks at you over her shoulder in distress: “I hope you won’t tell anyone about this, Anon? I mean, about this whole affair?”.

“Don’t worry, Em”, - you assure her: “Your secret is safe with me, and your pure image is protected, cross my heart!”.

“Okay, I believe you”, - she says in that warm voice that makes you feel fuzzy inside. The seraph’s stomach growls again, and she says: “Then sniff this one deep for me, Anon~”.

Aroused by her words, you nuzzle her rear again and wait. A huge hissy fart rushes out of Emily’s buttcrack, heating the air up so much you almost fear your face will get a first-degree burn. The seraph moans in satisfaction, pumping out that long storm out of her system.

You feel Emily cover you and her rear with her several wings to keep the gas near your face and allow you to sniff it slowly and thoroughly. After a few more seconds, the massive hissing dies off.

“Oof. That’ll put my stomach to rest for today”, - Emily muses out loud: “Good thing I didn’t have to hold it all in for long. That’s so much I had to let out! It would have burst out sooner or later anyway”.

You barely hear her, bathing in the precious mist of fetid aroma the seraph graced you with. Serenely listening to you drinking it, Emily relaxes and allows one last very small gust of wind to pass through her cheeks silently. It invades your insatiable nostrils and brings even more heat in that steamy stinky cave Emily’s wings created for you.

Sweat drips down your skin and you can’t smell anything but spoiled veggies and hot fried eggs. And you feel as heartened up as you’ve never been before. Emily truly is the best at keeping winners happy.