You know how it is, right? When you suffer from an unruly tummy. I could feel the gas building up in my nether regions, and with my affinities, I knew it could cause serious trouble. And there I was walking down a crowded promenade. You need to keep calm. Just take a deep breath! I kept telling myself. Nope, that's not working! Where is the restroom?
You can relate, right? We have all been there when suffering from a bad tummy. Passing gas is not a big problem for most people, even if it can be a bit embarrassing. But for me, it can be. A REAL FIRE HAZARD!
Now, you are probably asking yourself: how is that possible? Well, my gassy problem is not quite normal. A lot of people suffer from IBS. But sadly, my case is worse than most. You see, I am a firemancer, and it is a recent development. My family thought I was a Gray. You know, among those who never developed any abilities. My siblings called me a Fartoomancer. And how I wish that had been true. My life would be so much easier!
Why the heck does it have to be so many people out today? It's a Wednesday! Well, the air was fresh after a sudden rainstorm. So I couldn't really blame them. It was the same reason I was out, taking the scenic route home. An escape from the sweltering heat of the season was always a blessing. It's just too bad that my tummy had to rebel again today! I hurried down the promenade. Maybe I can make it home? A big rumble erupted from my stomach, and I felt the warm, fussy feeling of gas slipping out between my buttcheeks. I hurried on, keeping my eyes locked straight forward. There has to be an empty restaurant here somewhere, right?
Stepping backward, I barely managed to get out of the way of a worn-down man running out of a restaurant with a pink purse. "Thief, thief! Stop him; he stole my purse!" A beautiful girl with big, dark eyes and long, flowing dark hair ran out after the man. Reacting, I sent a small fireball at the thief, making him stumble to the ground, cursing while trying to slap out the flames. An aquamancer helped him dash out the fires and returned the purse to the young woman. To my astonishment, she gave the poor thief a handful of money and helped him back to his feet after healing his burns. Then she turned toward me and walked confidently up to me with a warm smile. I turned my backside away from her, ensuring she couldn't see my burnt butt. Please, don't notice anything! Her nose wrinkled, sniffing the air. She glanced at the thief, who looked at her blankly before hurrying up the promenade. "Thanks for helping me; I couldn't bear losing my grandmother's old necklace. She pulled a simple, worn-down necklace from the purse. Confused, I let my eyes glide up her body, admiring her flawless complexion and flowing, form-fitting floral dress.
Biting her lip, she held up the chain. "Could you help me put it on?" Startled, I met her gaze and nodded. "Okay." Stepping around her, I made sure only to show her my front. She was uncomfortably close to me, and her eyes did not leave mine. Reaching across her shoulders, my hands touched hers, and I accepted the necklace. Very aware of my burnt pants and the closeness of her body, I tried to clasp them together, failing twice. "You should get some new shorts." My tummy did a three-sixty, and the chain clicked together. "See, it's easy when you don't think too much!" She said, smirking
Stepping away from her, I didn't dare raise my gaze. "You smelled it?" She laughed, turning gracefully. "No, I noticed when your ass was smoking earlier." "Hey, look at me!" She said, lifting my chin so she could look into my eyes. Her touch made my skin tingle and embarrassingly woke up my little soldier. Her eyes were warm, sparkling with mirth as she watched me. "I am sorry, it's my fault." She laughed. "No, it's not," I murmured, looking away. "You are new to your power, right?" I nodded reluctantly. "Come with me. I owe you a new pair of shorts." She grabbed my hand and led me down the promenade to a stall selling swimwear.
"Here!" She announced proudly, her eyes sparkling, handing me a pair of pink trunks with a square pattern. "Now we are matching!" She said brightly, posing and lifting her dress, letting the side slit reveal a pair of matching bikini bottoms. Escaping into the changing area, I put on the new shorts and hid the old burnt ones in my bag. Self-conscious, I went back outside and saw her looking through a row of dresses on sale. When she saw me, she grinned and studied me thoroughly. "So, wanna join me for a swim?" She asked slyly. There were two things I was certain about. One was that I wanted to find a toilet. The other, I wanted to see her in her bikini. Don't judge me; you would feel the same if you saw the girl! " I can wait, and by the way, they have a customer toilet where we met." She said, lowering her gaze toward my midriff. Unable to say anything, I stood there gaping, my cheek pink with embarrassment. Laughing, she laid her arm behind my waist and led me back to the restaurant where we met.
The restaurant was cheerful, with a nice beach view across the promenade. The place bustled with activity. Customers occupied all the tables, mostly couples. Laying a hand on my tummy, she playfully turned me around and pushed me toward the toilet. "I am Scarlett, by the way!" she said, smiling warmly. I could feel a warmth linger where her hand touched my stomach. It radiated outward and sank into my bowls. I could barely keep myself from sprinting to the toilet as I felt my nether regions rumble. Leaving the bathroom, I felt refreshed, more than I could remember feeling for many years. "Thank you," I said, approaching her at a nearby table. She looked expectantly at me, a smirk on her full lips. "Let's go?" I spoke with new confidence and helped her up. "Can't wait, heh?" She said with lidded eyes and sauntered alluringly toward the beachfront, her hand still in mine.
And if you are wondering, she was as stunning in her pink bikini as you imagined. YOU DIRTY PIG!